She Couldn't Do Anything

NSFW Warning: This short story is erotic in nature, and it contains intense, explicit scenes with dark themes and unhealthy dynamics. That is to say, it's toxic yuri. Please take care of yourself.

Ann let out a long, heavy sigh as her eyes danced across her phone screen. Each news headline that scrolled by only darkened her expression further, and brought with it another bucketful of that acrid cocktail of anxiety, hopelessness, and dread—a mix all too familiar to her now—which it dumped into her stomach, making it churn yet worse. In mere moments, the boredom that had resurrected this stubborn vice of hers was completely outmatched.

"Uuugh, why do I keep doing this to myself?!" She flopped back onto the couch, draping one arm over her eyes while the other hung limp off the cushions. "As if I need to read the news to know the world is going to shit! Fuck!"

A minute passed, with the silence in her small apartment broken only by the distant rumble of traffic. Her boredom, now unchallenged, quickly returned.

"...I guess it IS important to stay informed—actually, no, you know what?" Ann sat up sharply, interrupting herself. "Fuck that shit! No more news! It's all prop... proper... propergander these days, anyway! I'd be better off reading porn than the news!"

Another pause. Ann blushed. "Thank god Kelly's out today. She'd never let me live that one down..."

She brought her phone back up and navigated to a very different website, a page hosting a broad collection of doujin manga. A crooked grin slowly crept onto her face as she pulled up a particular one-shot. She was well-acquainted with this one: An archery student meeting up alone with his hot senpai for what he believes is a late night practice session, only for her to pounce on him! He instantly becomes a stammering, red-faced mess, utterly powerless against her charms, her confidence, and her dexterous hands...!

"Fuck me, she's stunning. Maybe I should take up archery, ehehe." Ann undid the top button of her white shirt, her thighs pressing together as she paged through the doujin. It still held up strong, of course, but for as dutifully as this doujin had served her over the years, it was now little more than an aperitif.

Another doujin took its place, likewise a stalwart favorite of hers: A guy ventures out for his weekly meet-up with his friend, a young woman who happens to be a monster girl—a kraken girl, specifically, with ten large tentacles where her legs would otherwise be. This time, however, her intemperate drinking from a big bottle of sake erodes her self-control! A compliment pushes her over the edge, and she's all over the guy in an instant, her tentacles kissing every last square inch of his skin as she finally claims him for herself...!

"Damn... She could pin me down, cover my mouth, whisper in my ear, AND edge me until I see stars, all at the same time..." Ann found herself starting to drool. She wiped her mouth with the back of her free hand. "I can't believe I used to think that 'dream of the fisherman's wife' picture was weird. Fuck."

She was good and horny now, so she dug deeper, pulling up for the main course another classic, an intense one that'd served as her gateway into her more intense tastes: A student goes over to help tutor one of his classmate's "relatives," but it's a trap! The girl tases him and fakes a rape photo for leverage; then, while he's still dazed, she puts him in restraints, plants her ass on his face, and—

Ann yelped as a sudden knock on the door jolted her from her heated reverie.

"J-just a second!" Ann's voice came out an octave higher than normal as she scrambled to get up. She fumbled with her phone, nearly dropping it as she shut off the screen and threw it down on the coffee table. She took a breath to steady herself as she approached the door.

"No need to get flustered... It's probably just a package getting delivered or something." She muttered to herself as she peered through the peephole. An instant later, her tension melted away, and she opened the door with a relieved smile.

"Hi, Nicole! I wasn't expecting to see you today!"

"H-hello, Ann..." Nicole looked up shyly at Ann, her voice quiet and her face lightly flushed. Nicole was one of her roommate Kelly's younger friends, a short girl with striking golden eyes and long blonde hair falling around her shoulders in ringlets. She twirled one between her fingers as she shifted in the doorway, her eyes bouncing between Ann and the floor. She carried a black designer purse over one shoulder, and a gentle breeze made her hair and the hem of her stylish black dress sway. "Kelly said I could come over, so..."

"She did?" Ann blinked. "But she's not here. She's gonna be out all weekend, I think."

"Oh, really?" Nicole tilted her head, affecting a sulk. "That's annoying; she didn't say anything to me about it..."

"Ehe, well, you know how she can be..." Ann's eyes dropped from Nicole's eyes to her lips, her chest, and her hips in brief succession. She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. "B-but since you came out all this way, you're welcome to come in for a bit, if you want!"

"I'd really like that... Thank you, Ann." Nicole gave Ann a small, warm smile as she stepped inside.

"Your timing is perfect, actually: I need to throw something together for lunch." Ann gestured towards the couch. "I'll get some for you, too, so please, make yourself comfortable!"

"Oh, you don't have to-!" But Ann was already turning toward the kitchen. As the older girl strolled off, Nicole's eyes lingered on the sway of her hips. "...God, she looks good in that skirt."

Soon enough, Ann trotted back into the living room, a plate arrayed with sliced cheeses and meats in hand. She set it down on the coffee table, grinning as Nicole eyed it curiously.

"You know how you and Kelly were talking the other day about cheeses? I overheard you saying something about how more people would like blue cheese if they just gave it a chance, and that stuck with me. So, I tried it out, and you were right: I loved it!" Ann's grin became sheepish. "I ended up buying way too much of it—but hey, it looks like it worked out, because now we can have it together!"

"Ann..." Nicole looked from Ann to the dish and back, her eyes shining. "You actually listened..."

"Er, I-I didn't mean to eavesdrop or anything!" Ann held up her hands. "I just—"

"No no, it's alright!" Nicole cut in, a bright smile on her face. "In fact, it... makes me really happy. No one ever listens to me..." She looked at Ann for a long moment, twirling a lock of hair in her hand, before catching herself and scooting over on the couch. "Here, let's eat!"

And eat they did, sampling from the variety of different blue cheeses that Ann had bought on impulse. Partway through, Ann dashed back into the kitchen, this time returning quickly with a bottle of port and two glasses. She filled their glasses, then held hers up with a dramatic flourish.

"A toast! To blue cheese!"

"You're so silly, Ann~" Nicole giggled as she offered her glass in turn. "To blue cheese."

Despite the many times she'd gone out drinking, Ann had always been a lightweight, and today was no exception. Indeed, two glasses of port later, she found herself feeling quite talkative, and in a mood colored heavily by her unfinished business from before.

"So, Nicole, there's shomething I've been tryna wrap my head around lately, and I wanna get your input on it."

"I'm all ears." Nicole sat facing Ann, intently studying her.

"I'mma warn you now, it's kinda personal. Delvin' into some spicy shtuff, yenno? I don't wanna make you uncomfortable."

"Spicy stuff?" Nicole inhaled softly, her pulse fluttering as she turned the phrase over in her head. She leaned forward sharply as her words came pouring out. "Th-that's perfectly fine!! We're both adults, after all! You can tell me anything, Ann!"

"You're the best." Ann smiled, her eyes twinkling. "It's like this: I've been tryna explore my sexuality recently. I've got years and years of repression that I need to undo on that front, because I don't wanna be ashamed of that part of myself anymore, you know? And while I've been learnin' a lot about who I am, the deeper I've dug, the more fetishes I've uncovered—and the further I've gone, the more extreme they've gotten."

"E-extreme fetishes?" Nicole's face flushed. Her hands tightened against the couch cushions. "Extreme how, exactly...?"

"Most of 'em are based around dom/sub play, if you're familiar with it." Ann crossed her legs, her tone conversational. "Turns out, I've got a submissive shtreak a miiile wide, and deep-rooted masochism to match it. Shpecifically, with the fetishes, they mostly started out with me fixating on certain positions, along with body worship."

"Body worship, huh?" Nicole's eyes dropped down to Ann's lips as she licked her own. She shifted on the couch, inching closer, such that their thighs were nearly touching. Her expression had darkened, and her next words came out lower. "And, um... what sort of positions have you been fantasizing about?"

"It's a little embarrassin' to say out loud, but..." Ann scratched the back of her head sheepishly, oblivious to the changes in Nicole's face and body language. "The biggest one's gotta be facesitting. At first it was normal shtuff, like letting my partner ride me while I ate her out. But then, I unearthed a breath play fetish, and the two of them fused together: Facesitting is waaay hotter when you partner sits on you in a way where she can completely cut off you air whenever she wants, yenno?
"And THEN it evolved further when I uncovered a bondage fetish, with the hottest fantasies then involving me being tied up while sat on and smothered. Of course, as soon as bondage came into the picture, it was pretty clear to me that it all boils down to games of control—or being controlled, I guess, with me givin' up that control to someone else..." She stared off distantly as she digested the idea.

"Is that... what you want, Ann?" Nicole's voice quavered with barely restrained desire. She scooted yet closer, their thighs now pressed up against each other. "Do you want a woman to... steal your control away from you? Tie you up and trap you beneath her? Dominate you so utterly that even your breathing is left to her mercy?"

"Thas shure what it seems like." Ann glanced back at Nicole, again failing to notice anything, despite the younger girl's visibly dilated pupils and shallow breathing. "Cuz there's more in that same vein: I have another fantasy where my partner has me kneel behind her and kiss her ass. Again, nothing too out there at first, but it's also gotten more extreme: I keep getting hot 'n' bothered thinkin' about an arrangement where, every time my partner'd enter the same room as me, I'd have to shtop whatever I was doing to kneel and worship her ass for, like, at LEAST ten minutes."

While Ann rambled, an idea struck Nicole. Without a word, she completely refilled Ann's glass of port and offered it to her. Ann took it automatically, downing a big gulp of it before continuing.

"And with both that AND the facesitting one, I started thinkin' it'd actually be hotter if my partner kept her clothes on, which is kinda counter... counterinto... counterpituitive, I know." Another swig. "Part of it's cuz my sense of touch is really shtrong, and having the fabrics brushing and rubbing against my skin lights me up when I'm horny—god, eshpecially coarse stuff like denim or whatever the hell sheer tights are made out of. But that aside, it's also like, a superiority thing, if that makes sense?"

"It does~" Nicole's voice was a low, satisfied purr as she watched Ann finish the drink and set the glass down. "After all, if your girlfriend has you dropping everything to worship her every time she walks by, you're less her partner and more her servant, no? And if you're just her servant..." She refilled Ann's glass again, and her smirk deepened as she watched Ann pick it up on reflex. "...why would she deign to undress for you? On the contrary, you'd be thankful she's bothering to give you her attention in the first place, not to mention letting you touch her."

"But thash exactly it!" Ann pointed with her drink hand, making the port slosh dangerously. "Thash what I keep gettin' hung up on! There's this trend of more and more degradation and dehumanization in my fantasies, and even though it turns me on like crazy, I can't figure out why!" Agitated, she drank down half of her glass. "What's sho sexy about havin' a hot girl talk down to me while she makes me her chair, huh?? What kinda sense does it make for me to want her to order me to say humiliating things 'bout myself while she has her way with me??"

"Actuallyyy, I have an idea~" Nicole let Ann throw back the last of her port, then leaned forward and put her hands on Ann's, gently taking the emptied glass from her. "Maybe it's all so muddled in your head because that's the only place it's been. That is, I know you, Ann, and I know you can get sooo caught up in your thoughts sometimes~" Nicole set the glass on the coffee table, then moved in, straddling Ann's thighs and sitting down facing her on her lap. "Isn't that right?"

"N-Nicole??" Ann blushed a brilliant red as she found herself suddenly face-to-face with her guest. "Er, I mean, I guess shometimes I k-kinda overthink things, yeah, but—"

"Sometimes? You do it aaall the time, silly." Nicole purred into Ann's ear as she began untying Ann's braids. "But with this sort of thing, often the best way to understand it is to experiment and see how it feels. Don't you agree?"

"I s-suppose that's true... but I don't have a g-girlfriend, so I've not exactly been able to try anything out..." Ann's head began to spin. She found it very difficult to focus on anything except Nicole's weight on her lap, Nicole's heat radiating against her, Nicole's fingers in her hair, and Nicole's breath brushing her ear. Nicole, Nicole, Nicole. "I-I, um... I think I had t-too much to drink..."

"Oh? That's no good." Nicole giggled. "You should know better than to drink so irresponsibly, Ann. Maybe you really do need someone to take the reins for you, hmm? Someone who can keep you out of trouble. Someone who can help you understand your... place in the world." She finished loosening Ann's braids, and her black hair unfurled into a gentle wave. Nicole ran her hand down through it slowly, then lightly trailed her finger back up along Ann's spine. The older girl shivered, letting out a soft noise that Nicole found absolutely exquisite. "What do you think?"

"I-I c-can't really th-think at all right nNAhHnn!!" Ann's mind short-circuited as Nicole pressed a hand into the crotch of her skirt. "Wait, N-Nicoleee—!!" Ann's voice jumped up sharply as she applied more pressure.

"Shhh, it's alright. I'll sort out aaall those cluttered, confusing thoughts for you, OK, cutie?" She pulled away just enough to lift Ann's glasses from her face with both hands, deftly folding them and placing them behind her on the table. She then embraced Ann around the neck as she leaned back in, with her lips ghosting against her prey's. "Mm, that's much better. You're adorable, you know that?"

"A-ahh... I-I, um..." Ann's mind spun as she struggled to keep up with the sudden turn of events. Her eyes darted to and fro, her gaze landing on everything except the girl in front of her. "Th-that's, uh, very nice of you to offer, r-really—"

"Oh, it's my pleasure."

"—b-but I'm not sure if I—mmph?!" Nicole pressed forward into a kiss, pinning Ann against the couch and Ann's lips against her own. Nicole's hand tangled in her hair, holding her still. The kiss was possessive and searing hot, and it made her overheat in an instant. After a moment, Nicole broke away oh so slightly, their lips still touching.

"Isn't that exactly the problem? You not being sure?" Nicole's voice was an intoxicating murmur. Ann tried and failed to stifle a whimper as she felt a hand begin to slide slowly up her thigh, slipping under her skirt and petticoat. "And who can blame you? Repressed for sooo long, and then forced to sort out the aftermath all alone... You poor, poor thing. "Won't you let me help you~?"

Ann's body burned like a furnace, and her pulse thundered as her thoughts stormed. Despite her mounting arousal, her stomach churned with an awful anxiety, and something deep within her urged her to push this pushy girl away.

But another part of her, touch-starved and lonely and painfully pent-up, ached desperately to give in and let Nicole take whatever she wanted from her; and as much as she wanted to deny it, Ann found it terribly convincing:
How long had it been since she'd been intimate with anyone, let alone someone as beautiful as Nicole? Did she truly want to wait another 2, 3, 4, 5 years or more for her next opportunity to feel the touch of another, her youth slipping away while she tried to make do with the digital porn rags she'd already read front-to-back countless times over, constantly playing third wheel to the dozens of happy couples around her that constituted virtually all of her social circles, their society rotting around them all the while—and with it, her odds of meeting someone organically?

Ann couldn't decide, and thus her decision was made.

Ann threw her head back and let out a string of strained whimpers as Nicole's fingers slid inside her panties and brushed her clit. Nicole nipped very lightly at her earlobe, her words a breathy whisper.

"Thaaat's it, just let it happen. You're being such a good girl for me right now, Ann..." Nicole ran a finger along the length of her folds, prompting her to release her grip on the couch and instead clutch Nicole tightly around the waist, as though hanging on for dear life. "Ahaa, there you go~ Just hold on and let me take care of you, cutie."

"HahHnN! F-fuck...!!" Even as sharp bolts of pleasure shot through her, Ann felt her eyes fill with tears. "P-please, Nicole... I'm scared..."

A long, throaty, and deeply satisfied giggle escaped Nicole, and her lips were again against Ann's ear as she replied.

"Good."

With that, Nicole bit down hard on Ann's neck, and pushed one and then two fingers inside her. Ann went rigid, crying out with a moan warped by pain and distress, her toes curling and her fingers digging into Nicole's back as hers arched from the intense stimulation. Then, as Nicole eased up and began to lick at the bite, Ann felt herself go limp, shivering from head to toe.

"God, you're fucking adorable. How in the world are you still single?" Nicole hummed between licks and soft kisses. Meanwhile, she pushed deeper into Ann, curling her fingers slightly as she began to fuck her. Still holding her hair, she gently tugged Ann down onto her back, and was pleased to see Ann didn't resist at all. She leaned over the prone girl, fingering her at a slow but insistent pace as she whispered to her.

"You know, cutie, I've been crushing on you for a long time now. How could I not? You've got such a cute face and figure; you're always so kind, sweet, and funny; and you're such a great listener—not to mention reactive and obedient." Nicole licked her lips, savoring the twitches and subdued whimpers that followed each of her thrusts. "To be honest, I knew Kelly wouldn't be here today. I came here all dolled up because I wanted to shoot my shot with you. But fuck me, if I'd known you were this easy, I would've done this months ago~"

"HAhnMm! Nnn!! W-wait, you... r-really??"

"Mmhmmm. To think, I used to get butterflies in my stomach around you, when all along you were secretly hoping I'd make you my bitch."

"N-no, I... th-that's not—AHhNnn!!" At Ann's feeble protest, Nicole increased her pace, pumping her fingers with a speed and depth that made Ann's head swim. She clutched at the sides of her skirt, trying vainly to stabilize herself.

"What's this? Didn't you juuust get through telling me all the dirty little fantasies you've had about this? You're so hopeless." Ann could practically hear the smug, razor-sharp grin in Nicole's words. "But that's alright. I'm in a good mood, and you've been such a good girl, so I'll hear you out. Tell me: What. Do. You. Want?"

"Hnn! Ahhn! F-fuck! I don't—I can't—mmmngh!!"

"Oh, right, silly me! I got so distracted, I almost forgot: You said you need someone to make your decisions for you, didn't you?" Nicole sat up and withdrew her fingers, which left Ann gasping and shivering. She made a show of licking them clean as she stared straight through Ann. "I've decided, then: Let's try to make some sense of those 'extreme fetishes' of yours~"

"W-wait..." Her voice sounded weak and half-hearted, even to her own ears. She made no move to resist as Nicole shifted around and straddled her chest, her rear now looming above Ann's head. A sense of helpless impotence kept her frozen in place.

She couldn't do anything about the state of the world, even as it all burned down around her.
She couldn't do anything about her crippling loneliness, even as she tried to be trim and approachable.
She couldn't do anything about her warped desires and fantasies, even as she did her best to understand them.
She. Couldn't. Do. Anything.

As if to drive the point home, while fear and nausea stabbed sharply into her, some deep-rooted part of her fed hungrily on it, jolting her with an intense thrill of destructive arousal:
She was being assaulted by a girl both younger and smaller than her, who was brazenly taking advantage of her by exploiting a secret that she'd shared in trust, and from whom she could escape right now if she tried. Indeed, this girl was about to do her damnedest to hurt her deeply, no doubt itching to break Ann down until she was some desperate, drooling fucktoy. Yet here she was, about to let it happen anyway. Because deep down, she WANTED it to happen—and fuck, she wanted it BAD. God help her, she'd never been more turned on in her fucking life.

She felt a profound, resounding shame, and her eyes filled with tears even as her cunt ached and her thighs flexed.

"P-please..." Her words trickled out in a strained whisper.

"What was that~?" Nicole looked back over her shoulder, a wicked gleam in her eye.

"Please s-sit on me, Nicole..."

With a deliberate, teasing slowness, Nicole lowered herself down towards Ann. The hem of her dress settled around her first, a black curtain that obscured everything except Nicole hovering directly above—and she followed moments later, her body blotting out Ann's air, light, and thoughts alike.

"Theeere we go. Slutty little Ann is finally where she belongs: Pinned under the ass of a superior woman, after literally begging her to sit on her face." Nicole rocked her hips slightly. "Isn't that right~?"

"Mmmmnnph..." Ann let out a low, strained moan. She felt the weight atop her shift as Nicole settled into position, legs locking in place on either side of her head. Nicole was surprisingly heavy, and much to her mixed fear and delight, she felt truly trapped now. Her mistress's words made her core pulse with heat, and she nodded slowly in assent.

"Mmn, good girl~ Fffuck, your nose feels great down there. Your face makes a comfy seat." Nicole began to grind down with agonizing slowness, setting a rolling rhythm with her hips that had Ann's features hitting her in all the right spots. "Nnn! You'd like that, wouldn't you? Being my chair? Having my ass parked on your face all the time? Me making it impossible for you to think about anything except me on top of you?"

"Mmmmgh...!" The heat, arousal, and lack of air had Ann feeling lightheaded. Her legs shifted in discomfort as the burning in her lungs grew, but still she made no attempt to escape, instead quietly resting her hands on Nicole's thighs.

"Ahaa, I'll take that as a yes. MMmNnn, fuck, you're being sooo GOOD for me right now~" Nicole paused her movements, instead pressing down hard and cutting off Ann's air entirely. With each passing moment, the squirming from her new toy intensified, and so too did the heat in her belly. She reached back under the hem of her dress and grabbed a handful of Ann's hair, then leaned over, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Shhh, don't fight it. This is what you wanted, isn't it? What you've aaalways secretly wanted~? For a real woman to own you, and for her to decide if, when, and how much you're allowed to breathe?"

A primal panic crept into Ann, sharpening the contours of her anxiety and arousal alike. She whimpered desperately into Nicole's ass, her hand tapping urgently on her mistress's thigh as her legs thrashed.

"God, even the way you struggle is fucking adorable~ Don't worry, cutie, I'll let you breathe in a sec—but when I get up, I want you to thank me, then tell me what you are now, OK?"

After several long seconds more, Nicole lifted her hips just enough to let Ann breathe, giggling darkly as she gulped down air.

"Th-thank you!! Thank you...! I-I'm... I'm your chair... I'm a nasty little slut who b-begs real women like you to p-put me in my place by sitting on me and smothering me...!"

"Ohhh, fffuck—!" Nicole dropped back down, but without the intense pressure from before, a shiver running up her spine. "Holy SHIT, Ann. Hearing you degrade yourself so prettily like that for me... God, it makes me fucking MELT~" Ann heard her rummaging around for something in her purse. A muffled buzzing reached her ears, and she felt a shock of cool air against her legs as Nicole flipped up her skirt and petticoat. "My nasty little slut just earned herself a reward~"

The very moment Ann pieced together what was about to happen, Nicole had already exposed her and was pressing the head of the vibrator to her sex. At the same time, Nicole resumed the slow, hypnotic roll of her hips.

"MmMMmNnph?! NnnNGH!!" Ann clutched at Nicole's thighs, her body shuddering wildly from the sudden, overpowering wave of pleasure.

"Mmmm, great reaction~" She began tracing small circles around Ann's clit, her tone casual as the older girl shivered and thrashed beneath her. "You know, since you told me about all those fantasies of yours, it's only fair I tell you some of mine, don't you think?
"You probably guessed by now that being given control is a huge turn-on for me, but I've always wanted to take it further. For example, what if I had a girl who was SO obsessed with my ass, the ONLY way she could cum is if I was sitting on her~?" She pushed herself down, cutting off Ann's air once more, and began slowly running the vibrator along the length of Ann's folds.

"And for that matter, what if I had a girl who I could TRAIN to reach that point? A girl who'd give me such total control, I could refuse to touch her or let her touch herself except for when I'm smothering her, until I'd rewired her to NEED me on top of her to climax?
"And I'd BREAK her in, too, you know? That first night, I'd keep her TIED up on the bed, her face BURIED under me, and I'd FORCE her to cum OVER and OVER and OVER again until she was a SOBBING fucking MESS...!"

Nicole punctuated her words with sharp rolls of her hips, her voice and body quavering from her own fierce arousal. Through the dense haze filling her head, Ann could feel Nicole's scorching heat through her slickened panties, rubbing against her in tight circles.

"FUCK, when you started SPILLING your GUTS, going ON and ON about FACESITTING and ASS worship and DEGRADATION, you really had NO idea what you were DOING to me, DID you?" She laughed breathlessly. "But don't worry: I'll give you EXACTLY what you NEED, and you'll give ME what I need at the SAME! TIME! We'll be a PERFECT fucking COUPLE, don't you THINK?"

With that, Nicole pressed down on Ann with her full weight, her legs tightening like a vise. At the same time, she maxed out the vibrator and began rubbing it against Ann with a ruthless intensity.

"Fffuck! OK, I'm going to smother you out now. I know it's scary, but now that you're my chair, it'll be happening a lot, so I need you to get used to it." As her toy panicked and struggled, Nicole leaned down to whisper again. "Shhh, you'll be fine, I promise~ Right before you black out, you and I are gonna have the biggest, most brain-melting orgasms of our lives together. Trust me, you'll be beeegging to do this again soon."

Ann's head pounded and swam, tears pricking her eyes. Her body flailed and thrashed wildly, but Nicole, quite strong for her size, held her firmly in place. At length, her movements began to weaken, and Nicole didn't miss her cue: She reached forward and pinched Ann's clit as she thrust down the vibrator.

Instantly, Ann was pushed over the edge. An incredible wave of pleasure overran her fading awareness, and she felt her back arch, her legs lock, her toes curl, and her fingers claw at the couch as the shockwave of her climax struck. Above her, distantly, she heard Nicole swear and moan, her mistress riding out her own orgasm against her.

At the very last moment, as darkness and despairing acceptance began swallowing Ann, Nicole lifted, toppling forward across the couch as her body gave out.

"H-holy fuck...!" For the first several seconds, it was all Ann could do to sputter and gasp, choking as her body greedily gulped down air. "That... Nicole, th-that was..."

"It was fucking incredible, waaasn't it~?" Nicole had already clambered around to lay beside Ann, nuzzling against her. She let out a love-drunk giggle. "I told you it'd be fine, didn't I~?"

"I-I guess, but... god, you scared the shit out of me...!"

"And didn't that make it sooo much hotter?" Nicole grinned, and her eyes glinted with mischief. "Don't try and act like you didn't just cum your brains out. I was there! I saaaw iiit~"

"E-er, I mean..."

"Shhh, it's OK~" Nicole rolled on top of her, propping herself up on her arms, then kissed her. This kiss was soft, affectionate, and faintly teasing even as she lingered on it. A long moment passed, then she broke away, staring deep into Ann's eyes. "You don't have to say anything, cutie. Like I said, I'll give you exactly what you need."

Ann stared back, transfixed by Nicole's shining golden eyes. From some dark corner of her mind, a thought came unbidden:

This girl owned her now, and she couldn't do anything about it.

Written 28 October 2025