Forbidden Threshold

Carol had no response to that. She simply sat there as Zora continued to play with her. She eventually found the strength to get up and get dressed. Zora asked her to stay the night, but Carol insisted on going home.

That night Carol replayed what had happened over and over in her mind. Undressing in front of Zora. Zora kissing her. Zora sucking her breasts. Zora's head between her legs. Zora eating her out. Cumming with Zora's fingers inside her. Cuddling with her on the couch afterward. She couldn't believe that she'd let Zora do all those things to her. She couldn't believe that she enjoyed it all. But she had, and she did. Her arousal long faded, all that was left was the confusion in her mind. The only thing she was certain of was that she couldn't go back to Zora's, ever. That wasn't her. She wasn't a lesbian.

She slept in late the next morning and when she rose she barely bothered dressing and she didn't go out. She went through the motions in a haze. Late that afternoon, her phone rang. It was Zora. She thought of ignoring it and then answered it anyway.

"Hey," Zora's voice said on the other end of the line, "how you feeling today?"

"Okay," Carol said.

"Only okay? That's too bad. I'll have to do better next time. I'm feeling great myself. Speaking of next time, I was thinking there's no reason to wait until next week. Why don't you come over now?"

"Now?"

"Sure. I can close up shop early and I don't have any other plans. And I really want to see you. Are you busy?"

"No, no I'm not."

"Then you should come over. Unless you want me to come to your place."

"No, you don't need to come over."

"Listen, I get it, I do. We had a fun time yesterday, but it was also intense for you, I could tell. It's perfectly natural to feel a little overwhelmed at first. But we both know that you're ready for more."

Carol bit her lip. She didn't want to say anything. She was afraid of what she'd say.

"Tell me this," Zora continued, "did you enjoy yesterday?"

"Yes," Carol whispered.

"You had fun, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"So come on over."

A half hour later Carol was knocking on Zora's door. Zora answered it wearing only a robe and a big smile. "Hey, lover," Zora said.

Carol winced and looked around to see if there was anyone passing by on the street who might have heard, but it was empty and quiet as usual, quiet but for the sound of Zora laughing at her. "What's the matter?" Zora asked her.

"Can I just come inside?" Carol said.

Zora stepped aside, Carol entered the house, and Zora closed the door. She took Carol her in her arms and kissed her.

"Zora," Carol said, after the kiss ended moments later, "we should talk."

"I'm glad you're here," Zora said, as if Carol hadn't just spoken. Her hands were firm on Carol's hips. "I've been thinking about you all day."

"I'm serious," Carol said. "We should talk."

"Okay, but let's talk in the den where we can relax." Taking Carol's hand, she led her into the house. She also noted that Zora had preemptively pulled all the blinds down in the storeroom. The windows in the den, though, were uncovered as usual, displaying a cloudy sky over the range.

"So," Zora said, turning to Carol, "what did you want to talk about?"

"I, I don't want to undress today," Carol said.

"Aw," Zora said, pouting, "I was looking forward to seeing your hot body again. But if you don't, you don't, that's cool."

"I..." Something caught in Carol's throat, as if she was having trouble uttering her next statement, "I don't want to kiss either. I mean, any more today."

"Nah," Zora said, "that's going to keep happening," and to prove her point she pulled Carol's face down to hers and resumed kissing her, putting her tongue fully in Carol's mouth and exploring it at her leisure, changing up between languid exploration and fast flicking against Carol's tongue. Zora's tongue was like an electric eel, and it made Carol's knees weak. When Zora broke the kiss, Carol was almost panting.

"I thought we'd try something a little different today," Zora said. She went over to the side table and picked up a bong off it. It was already loaded with water and weed. "Your favorite blend's already in it. Have you used a bong before?"

"No," Carol said.

"Sit down."

Carol sat down on her usual spot on the couch. Zora sat next to her, holding the bong in Carol's lap in one hand, and holding a lighter in her other hand.

"Zora, I really want to talk about us," Carol said.

"We'll talk later. You need to relax first. Just breathe in." Zora held the lit flame to the bong and Carol bent over and started breathing in the smoke. She quickly found out it was just as powerful and relaxing as smoking.

"There you go," Zora cooed as Carol kept smoking.

In only minutes Carol was back in her blissful state of mind, all worries gone. Zora didn't say anything to her for a while, just sat next to her and stroked her hair as Carol leaned back and closed her eyes. When Carol did reopen her eyes sometime later, she saw Zora looking at her and smiling. Zora rose, stood in front of Carol, and shucked her robe, displaying her naked body. Carol's eyes were level with Zora's breasts, and she stared at Zora's wide dark nipples.

Zora caught Carol staring at her chest. "You like them?" she said.

"I mean," Carol stuttered, "They're certainly..."

Zora stepped forward, nudging Carol's knees apart with her leg, and stood directly in front of the seated Carol. "Go ahead, take a closer look," she told Carol.

Carol focused her attention on the breasts that Zora was proffering up.

"Get closer," Zora said. "Go on."

Carol bent forward until her face was only a couple of inches away; she could see the rigid ripples of the areolae surrounding each nipple.

"Kiss it," Zora said.

Carol looked up at Zora. "Huh?" Carol said.

"Kiss it," Zora said. "It's okay. Kiss it."

Carol shivered visibly. She licked her lips.

"Go on," Zora said. "It's perfectly natural. Kiss it."

Carol looked back down at the nipple in front of her face, inched her face forward, and gave the nipple a quick peck.

"Again," Zora said.

Carol kissed it again and that time felt Zora's hand on the back of her head holding her in place.

"Lick it," Zora said.

Carol stuck out her tongue and licked around the nipple. Some deep instinct took over and without even being told to, she started sucking on the breast.

"Oh," she heard Zora say, "that feels nice."

Carol stayed like that for the next minute, alternating between sucking and licking Zora's tit. She even switched over to the other breast and repeated the same steps there at Zora's urging. When she did finally come up for air, Zora was beaming at her.

"That was wonderful," Zoe told her. "There's another game I want to play. Lie down on your back."

"What? Here on the couch?"

"No, on the rug, lie down on it."

Carol did so, the room's large white rug underneath. She looked up at the ceiling, but that view was quickly replaced with a view of Zora's crotch when Zora stood over her, a foot on either side of Carol's head.

"Oh no," Carol said.

"Oh yes," Zora said, squatting down and lowering herself onto Carol's face. Carol started to protest as the other woman's pussy neared but then that pussy was sitting directly on her mouth, which made speaking a tad difficult. Zora's strong thighs pressed tightly against both sides of Carol's head, her pubic mound tickled Carol's nose, and her nether lips sat directly on Carol's facial lips. It seemed to Carol that the only breath she could take was from Zora's flesh.

"Eat it," Zora said, looking down at her.

Carol closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to see Zora's eyes on her or see Zora's pussy; smelling it was quite enough. She kept her lips closed while Zora continued to exhort her to lick it. After some time -- a minute? A lifetime? -- she opened her lips and stuck out her tongue. A moment after that she was licking pussy for the first time. She licked up and down in rote mechanical fashion, taking in the foreign taste and texture. She didn't care for the experience, but she kept doing as she was told, namely licking. She only stuck her tongue inside Zora's pussy when Zora told her to, much the way she only sucked on Zora's clit after being told to. Eventually, after Carol's tongue had started to get a little numb, Zora told her to just hold her head in place with her tongue out. She did so, as Zora rocked her hips enthusiastically back and forth over Carol's mouth. Carol realized that the other woman came when Zora stopped moving, squeezed her head tightly with her thighs, and cried out, following that up with several satisfied sighs.

"That was great," Zora said, after climbing off her. She knelt next to Carol, smiling down at her with a very satisfied expression. "Especially for a first time. It was your first time, right?"

"Uh, yeah," Carol said.

"You're a natural. You'll be even better at it with practice." She reached over with a finger and wiped up some of the girl juice that was on Carol's lips and then slid the finger in Carol's mouth. Carol sucked on it, all while wondering what was happening to her.

"Ready for the next part?" Zora asked, removing her finger.

"Next part?"

"Yeah, let's take this upstairs."

"It's getting late, maybe I should head home," Carol said.

"Nonsense," Zora said. "You're staying here tonight."

Carol give no further protest; something in her, some inner resistance crumbled and fell away as if it had never been there. Zora helped Carol to her feet and undressed her there in the den. Carol let her, not assisting but not resisting either. Carol felt completely out of it; it was almost as if she were standing outside of herself, watching what happened. Zora took her hand and walked her to the staircase and up the steps to the second floor. Carol's eyes fell on the sight of Zora's dimpled ass as she walked behind her. The old wooden boards creaked as the two new lovers walked into the bedroom. For its part, the bedroom had a rustic look and feel to it. The walls were wood-paneled and bare, the bare floor covered by a couple of old orange rugs. There was an antique dresser along one wall, the queen-sized bed frame was wooden, and there was a patchwork quilted blanket on the mattress.

Carol opened her mouth to object but then closed it without speaking. She sat on the edge of the bed and watched as Zora took something out of the top drawer of her dresser. She thought it was a black leather belt at first but then saw that it had multiple straps. She belatedly realized that it was a harness as she watched Zora step into it, pull it up her legs, and secure it in place around her waist, tightening it via multiple buckles. It had already been the weirdest day of Carol's life, but it got even weirder when she saw Zora pull a flesh-colored dildo out of the drawer. The dildo was molded as if lifelike, with faux veins along the side and a cockhead on the front shaped to look like the real thing. It wasn't enormous but it was larger than any real cock that Carol had ever experienced. She watched as Zora affixed the faux cock into the harness, securing it in place and then securing the harness around herself with a tug on the straps.

Zora walked around to Carol's side of the bed, aiming the dildo at Carol's face. "Why don't you suck it a while before we begin." It wasn't a question.

Carol stared at the head of the toy that was right in her face. She almost went cross-eyed looking at it. She saw that there was even a slit in the cockhead, but she couldn't fathom what for.

"Come on," Zora said, grabbing Carol's hair and pulling her toward the cock even as she tilted her own hips forward, "perfectly natural."

The head of the dildo filled her mouth. It had an off-putting artificial taste. Zora pushed it a little deeper inside her and Carol started to gag.

Zora pulled back, a string of glistening saliva briefly linking the dildo and Carol's lips. "Looks hot," Zora said, "but time to get ready." She opened the drawer in the bedside table and took out a tube of KY jelly. She liberally coated the dildo with it.

"Okay," Zora said, "hands and knees."

"Zora," Carol started to say, "maybe we should...." But Zora was already climbing onto the bed and grabbing Carol's legs to turn her over. Carol complied and got in the submissive position. Carol heard Zora squeeze more lube out and then felt cold fingers rub the foreign substance onto her pussy, and then inside her.

"Oh, yeah," Zora said, "this is going to be good. Here we go." And then Zora's hands were on Carol's hips, and the dildo was pressing against Carol's pussy and pushing its way inside.

Carol gasped. The fake cock felt even larger than it had looked. She winced as the first inch worked inside her, clutched at the bed sheets. "Zora," she said, "I, I don't think..."

"That's right," Zora said, interrupting her, "you don't," and then fed another inch into Carol, who cried out loud.

Zora took her sweet time feeding the tool into Carol, an inch at a time. She was in no rush apparently. She pushed a couple of inches in, withdrew an inch, and pushed back in again. That pattern repeated for a while and then a couple of inches became three, and then four. There was a pause then as the dildo withdrew, more lube was applied, and it was reinserted. The whole time that happened Carol moaned and groaned. She shook her head back and forth, eyes wide, as if not believing what was happening, as if trying to deny the reality of what was occurring. Her hands gripped the sheet as four inches became five, then six. Zora's hands were clamped onto her hips. Eventually, at long last, all seven inches were inside Carol and Zora's hips and harness were flush against Carol's ass cheeks.

"Look at you," Zora said in the same manner one speaks to a toddler, "You took all of it. I knew you could."

Carol only groaned by way of reply. She was breathing heavily and noisily, a fine sheen of sweat on her skin. She felt stuffed; she felt skewered.

"Okay," Zora said, and Carol could hear the note of triumph in Zora's voice. "Now let's fuck."

She pulled halfway out and pushed all the way back in, earning an "oomph" from Carol. Then she did it again. And again. Over and over again, a little faster with each passing minute. Carol kept up a litany of soft moans and groans as Zora worked her over. Carol hadn't been fucked like that in a long time, but she was certainly getting it then, that she was.

"Put your head down," Zora said. Carol did so, pressing her forehead against the mattress. She felt Zora move her hands from her hips to her ass and spread it wide, heard Zora utter an approving murmur. She heard Zora spit and felt it on her asshole. Then Zora's finger -- a thumb? -- was rubbing her anus. Carol grunted as the digit pushed into Carol's ass.

"Not there," Carol said between grunts.

"Yes, there," Zora calmly said as she kept fucking Carol.

Carol's universe shrank to just that room, the bed underneath her, the woman behind her, and the rod that had made its home inside her. She keened as the dildo plowed her and Zora's thumb plunged into her anus. Rising up from below her shame was a growing pleasure. Part of her welcomed it, not caring about the circumstances, not caring that it came at the hands of another woman, not caring that she wasn't a lesbian.
But Zora had her release first. "Oh, I'm close," she chanted as her fingers dug painfully into Carol's flesh. Her pace slackened but her thrusts intensified, driving the air from Carol. "I'm cumming oh oh oh OHHH." She stilled inside Carol and Carol heard her make a long, low grunt. Then, mercifully, she released Carol and withdrew from her. Carol collapsed onto her belly onto the bed and lay there, unmoving, wrung out. She felt Zora get off the bed, heard her take off the harness and drop it and the sex toy unceremoniously onto the floor. She got back into bed, pushing at Carol's body to roll her over onto her back in the middle of the bed.

"You've done so good tonight," Zora said. "Time for a reward. Lift your hips up, all the way."

With Zora's encouragement and strong hands, Carol lifted her hips straight up into the air so that only her upper back and neck were lying on the mattress. Her lower back rested against Zora's arms. Zora pushed her legs back so that her toes grazed the wall above the headboard. Carol looked up to see Zora's face right above her pussy. Zora put her fingers on both sides of Carol's pussy and spread the damp lips. "Mmmm," Zora said, "tasty," and licked Carol's sex from bottom to top, flicking her tongue rapidly against her clip. Carol sighed loudly and let her head fall back. Zora's tongue felt delightful. She'd been wound up since Zora had first kissed her and she was finally nearing her release. She closed her eyes and sighed louder as she felt her orgasm building.

"Open your eyes."

Carol opened her eyes at Zora's command. Zora was looking right at her, unblinking, her gaze boring into Carol. "Keep your eyes open and watch me," Zora ordered and then stabbed her tongue in Carol's quim as deep as she could. Carol moaned aloud as Zora continued to tongue fuck her, stopping only for a second or two at a time to speak before reinserting her tongue inside Carol's private sanctuary.

"This is happening. This is real. My tongue in you. In your pussy. You love it. You love pussy. Perfectly natural. You love pussy. Cum for me now. Cum for me."

Carol came.

Carol fell asleep that night in Zora's bed, Zora spooning her from behind, her breasts pressing against Carol's back, her bush pressing against Carol's ass. In the morning, after they woke, they showered together, their wet, soapy bodies rubbing together in the stall. Even though Carol was still sore in her sex and her ass, Zora fingered her in both places anyway simultaneously, laughing as Carol writhed in place, rocking forward and backward.

"Oh," Zora said, after they'd toweled each other dry, "before you get dressed, there's one more thing I wanted to do."

Carol sighed. "Zora, I'd really like to go."

"This won't take but a moment, promise," she said with a wink and a smile.

When Carol did leave minutes later, she drove home in complete silence, not bothering to put on any music or podcasts. She tramped into her apartment, kicked off her shoes, and walked to the bedroom. In there, she stripped completely nude and went into the bathroom. She turned on the light, turned around, and tried to look over her shoulder at her reflection in the mirror. It was difficult but she could just barely see the two symbols of Venus that Zora had drawn on her ass in permanent marker, one on each cheek. The marks wore off, but only after several days.

Carol was a zombie during those days. She cleaned and ate and slept and obsessed over Zora and what they had done together, what Zora had done to her, what Zora had made her do. She'd had sex with a woman. Not just receive sex from a woman but performed as well. She'd eaten pussy. She'd gotten a woman off with her mouth and then that woman had fucked her with a strap-on. Carol couldn't get over the shock of it. The biggest part of that shock was that she'd allowed it all to happen. She hadn't said no to any of it -- why hadn't she? She surely hadn't wanted all that to occur, had she? She liked Zora as a friend, but not sexually. Yet she'd had sex with Zora. Some part of her must have wanted everything that had happened, yet she would've swore that she didn't feel any attraction. She couldn't explain it to herself and that was driving her batty. All the weed and relaxants in the world couldn't address the discrepancy.

After a few days Carol tried to focus on her art, tried to focus on something else other than the woman in the house by the creek. She sat in front of her desk, staring at the latest piece she was working on, and hardly making any progress on it. Whenever she tried to focus on it, she felt her mind drifting. Her phone pinged. She took out her phone and saw a new text from Zora, inviting her over later that night and telling her how much she wanted to see her. Carol put the phone down, shuddering. She couldn't keep doing this, she thought. She wasn't going to. Last time had been... well, last time had been many things but it wasn't going to happen again. She would go over to Zora's but only to tell her that she couldn't see her again, not like that, maybe not ever again. Having so resolved, Carol breathed a sigh of relief. She felt better, maybe the best that she'd felt since that night with Zora, now that she saw a way out of what she'd gotten into.

Later that night Carol was in Zora's den, nude, a fresh coating of Zora's musk on her lips, on all fours on the white living room rug while Zora fucked her from behind. The only illumination was moonlight from a clear sky shining through the windows. She hung her head as Zora plowed her.

"Hey," Zora whispered, "would you look at that." Zora's hands moved from Carol's hips to her skull, fingers splayed along Carol's temples, lifting her head up. Through the window Carol saw a deer in the back yard, mostly still, taking a step every few moments, slowly making its way across the grounds.

"Isn't that something?" Zora whispered. She kept holding Carol's head up as she kept fucking her.

Carol's mouth hung open, but she didn't reply. At one point the deer looked towards them and Carol wondered if the deer could see her. She wondered what she looked like to the deer. Then it walked away, and Carol found it hard to think coherently as Zora fucked her with a punishing tempo. Afterwards, they sat in the front of the fire, Zora sitting behind Carol and wrapped around her. Zora held a lit joint, and Carol took tokes off it every time that Zora brought it up to her mouth. With her free hand, Zora cupped Carol's tit, massaging it and playing with the nipple. "I love fucking you," she said softly into Carol's ear.

Carol didn't answer, just kept looking into the flames. The idea of denying Zora didn't occur to her again.

During their next encounter just a couple days later, Zora told her, "I have a surprise for you." It was a couple of nights after their last tryst. Carol had not even attempted to stay away, having decided that resistance was futile. They had kissed, fondled, smoked, and traded oral earlier. Now, they were naked in Zora's bedroom, Zora standing and Carol sitting on the bed.

Carol, sitting on the edge of the bed, asked, "What is it?"

"I've got two presents," Zora said. "Here's the first one." She reached under the bed and withdrew a small, gift-wrapped box. It even had a small red bow on top. She handed the present to Carol.

Carol took it, then looked up at Zora.

"It's okay," Zora said. "Go on."

Carol unwrapped it to revel a nondescript cardboard box with hinged lid. She opened it. Inside, cushioned by wrapping paper, was a metallic silver object about three inches in length. One end was a base with an inset green gem and a short thin stem above that. Most of the object was a tapered cone, with the short stem connected to the fat end of that cone. The broadest part of the object was about an inch and a half wide.

"Oh," Carol said, eyes widening in realization at what she was looking at. "Oh no." She looked up at Zora to silently beseech her.

"Oh yes," Zora answered, grinning down at her. She handed Carol the lube. "Do you mind doing the honors? I don't want to get my hands messy."

Shaking noticeably, Carol took the small plastic bottle. Her insides felt almost as if they were at war with each other; she felt torn, fraying. She coated the plug thoroughly.

"Okay," Zora said after the probe was properly coated and glistening. "Now prep your hole."

Carol looked up at her, wide-eyed. "What?" she said.

"Your asshole," Zora said, still grinning, "your butthole, your anus, whatever you call it, that thing? Lube it. Trust me, you want this to go as easy as possible."

"But... but I..."

Zora laughed. "What's the matter? Trying to tell me that you never finger your own asshole?"

Carol blushed deep red, feeling the heat of it in her cheeks. "Yes," she whispered.

"No better time to start than now. Go on. I'll hold the plug."

Shaking more than ever, Carol handed the plug to Zora and then rolled over onto her knees, sticking her ass up and pressing the side of her face against the bed. She squeezed a dollop of lube onto her index finger and reached behind. She got at least half of it on her ass cheeks until her finger found the spot and rubbed the lube onto the tight muscle with a circular motion. She added a second dollop, pushing the tip of her finger into her ass almost before Zora even told her to. She removed her finger as she felt Zora get on the bed behind her.

"Okay," Zora said while spreading Carol's ass with one hand, "push out."

Carol did so and grunted loudly as the plug pushed it.

"Yeah," she heard Zora say, "that's it, take it."

Carol winced as the widest part of the plug made its way in and then felt a moment of relief as it slipped inside and her hole closed around the thinnest part of the plug. Then it was a matter of dealing with the feeling of having her ass full. It wasn't painful per se, but it was uncomfortable as hell.

"Play with yourself," Zora said.

"What?" Carol said.

"Go on. Play with yourself with that plug in your ass."

And again the familiar two-word phrase appeared in Carol's mind, unspoken but somehow still expressed, unbidden and gone just as soon as she had thought it. She reached down between herself and with lube-slicked fingers started stroking her flower. She thought there was no way that she could cum, seeing how much discomfort she was in, but she surprised herself a couple minutes later when she came and came hard, all while Zora condescendingly commented on her appearance and performance.

Later, Carol lay on her stomach on the bed as Zora rubbed a soothing gel onto her anus. "See how good I treat you?" Zora asked.

"Yes," Carol automatically answered.

Zora removed her fingers from Carol's body and wiped them on a hand cloth on the bedside table. "You've done so good, babe," Zora said. "Time for your second present. Roll over."

Carol did so, trying to hide her fear of finding out what Zora had in mind for the second gift. Tossing the hand cloth onto the floor, Zora pulled open the table drawer and took out a small black box. Opening it, she took out a small gold ring from inside and held it up for Carol to see.

Carol was taken aback. She hadn't expected anything like that. She wasn't sure that she wanted anything like that. That was something for lovers and she and Zora weren't lovers. Well, they were, but they weren't. They were more like friends with benefits... except Zora wasn't really her friend and what they had between them didn't feel like "benefits." Truth was, Carol had no idea how to describe whatever was between herself and Zora, just that she'd never expected it to include rings.

"What do you think?" Zora asked.

Carol stuttered. "I, ah, I, I don't..."

"You like it, right?"

"Yes, it's nice, very nice, but..."

"So thank me."

Carol gulped. "Thank you," she said.

She thought Zora was going to sit on the side of the bed and lift Carol's hand up to put the ring on. She didn't do that. Instead, she sat at the foot of the bed and lifted Carol's left foot up. Maintaining eye contact, she sucked Carol's big toe, then her index toe. She worked her tongue between the toes, making Carol twitch. Then, still holding the foot up with one hand, with the other she brought the small gold ring up. "With this ring," she said, slipping the ring down onto Carol's index toe, "I thee wed."

Carol opened her mouth to protest, but then Zora was spreading her legs and lasciviously looking at Carol's pussy, and then she was saying, "Well, maybe one more thing before bed," and then she was nestling onto the bed between Carol's legs and then Carol wasn't thinking of anything at all for a long time except how good Zora's tongue felt.

Over the next couple of months Carol saw Zora about twice a week, sometimes more, sometimes less. Each visit was more or less the same. She would always go over to Zora's, never Zora visiting her. She would smoke Zora's weed that Zora never charged her for, either in a joint or in a bong. Immediately following would be a litany of licking, sucking, and fucking. It would have been remarkable how quickly and consistently Carol had fallen into a pattern of sexual submission if she gave it any thought, which she didn't.

She ate Zora's pussy, a lot. She ate it on her belly in the bedroom, on her back in the living room, squatting down in the shower, on her knees in the kitchen. She became oh so familiar with Zora's cunt. She got quite adept at getting Zora off with just her tongue and lips, knowing what motions Zora liked best, knowing when to slow down and when to lick faster, knowing which parts of Zora's pussy to focus on and when. Zora would hold her in place, thighs clamped on either side of her head, fingers dug into her hair, until the woman's orgasm had finished. And when Zora would push Carol's head down even lower, Carol would stick out her tongue and lick at the dark muscle that winked obscenely at her. Sometimes Carol would eat Zora's pussy while the two were in a 69, with Zora on top, Zora was always on top, with Carol underneath her and staring at her sapphic mentor's asshole as they pleasured each other. Zora still returned the favor of orally pleasuring Carol but not as often; Carol's mouth was at Zora's disposal, not the other way around.

After she got Zora off with her mouth, Zora would grant her "reward" by fucking the shit out of her. About half the time Zora would use a strap-on, the rest of the time Zora would use her fingers. Zora would fuck her missionary position in bed; she'd fuck her kneeling in front of her with Carol's legs sticking up; she'd make Carol ride her cowgirl style or sometimes reverse cowgirl, slapping her ass the whole way through; one time she took Carol standing up, Carol's back against a wall and one foot perched up on a chair. Most of the time though Zora fucked her doggy style, like a bitch. Carol had been fucked that way at least once in every room in Zora's house, though usually they were in the bedroom or the den. With either her dildos or her fingers inside Carol, Zora would claim that Carol's pussy belonged to her and demand that Carol admit it out loud. Carol would do so, every time. Truth was, it did kind of feel to Carol that Zora owned her. From time to time, while fucking Carol with the strap-on, Zora would threaten to fuck her ass with it, then she'd laugh and slap Carol's ass as Carol begged and pleaded for her not to ever buttfuck her. Zora never did but Carol worried constantly that someday she'd stop suggesting it and just do it.

In the days between meetups, Carol would go about her normal life, attending to tasks and chores, fixing herself meals, some light cleaning here and there, but that was it. She didn't make much headway on her art. She couldn't concentrate on any books. In the evenings she'd scroll through vapid TV shows or online videos. She didn't go out much and when she did she didn't engage in conversation with others. A few folks, like the mailman at the post office or the clerk at the market, would ask how she was doing and she'd tell them she was fine and that was that. It was almost the truth. She certainly didn't feel bad. She didn't feel any stress. She didn't feel much of anything, actually. The only times Carol felt anything were when she was having sex with Zora. And then she felt pleasure, more than she'd known with any other lover. She also felt shame, embarrassment, humiliation, abasement. She'd never previously considered herself submissive, but she absolutely was, Zora had proven that to her. The low feelings she had weren't greater than the pleasure, but they weren't lesser either. The one didn't erase the other; the feelings all coexisted simultaneously, leading Carol to spend every encounter both exhilarated and debased, in conflict with herself more than she'd ever known -- but still showing up at Zora's whenever Zora called her over. What she felt the most, more than any emotion, was confusion. She still didn't know why she spent time with Zora or why she let Zora completely use her sexually in whatever way Zora wanted. Yes, she enjoyed sex with Zora, but she never considered Zora attractive. And besides, Carol repeatedly reminded herself, she obviously must like something about Zora, else why would she keep having sex with her? She did occasionally think of bringing it up to Zora but then Zora would tell her to get on her knees or on her back or tell her to lube up the dildo and Carol would hurry to obey and forget what she was going to ask. The few times that she did bring it up with Zora, the few times that she wondered aloud that something seemed off, Zora would reassure her that everything was fine and that all of it, all of it, was perfectly natural, and that placated Carol.

The one thing that remained unchanged was Carol labeling herself straight, but Zora eventually even addressed that.

"You might be the only other lesbian in the town but you're still my favorite lesbian around," Zora said to her one night, laughing lightly at her own joke. The two of them were lying together in bed after another bout of sticky, sweaty sex.

"But I'm not," Carol said. "I'm not a lesbian."

Zora stopped laughing. She stared at Carol a moment without saying anything. Then she said, "Hop up," and disentangled herself from Carol. Carol stood up next to the bed and Zora got up on her side and walked around to Carol. Taking Carol's hand, she led her into the bathroom and flicked on the light. Carol saw both of their naked bodies reflected in the mirror over the sink.

"You're a lesbian," Zora said. She sucked on her right index finger while maintaining eye contact with Carol via the mirror. She took the finger out long enough to add, "When your tit is in my mouth, you're a lesbian. When I lick your cunt, you're a lesbian." She sucked on her finger some more. "When I'm pounding your cunt with my strap-on, you're a lesbian. When you're sticking your tongue in my twat, you're a lesbian." She moved her hand to Carol's ass.

Carol felt the finger between her ass cheeks and then felt it press against her asshole. She grunted as it pushed in.

"When my finger's up your ass," Zora said, "you're a lesbian."

Carol kept grunting as the finger worked inside her. The last few weeks of anal play had gotten her somewhat used to this. Somewhat.

"It's time you admitted it," Zora said, finger fucking Carol's ass as she did. "You're a lesbian. Say it."

Carol closed her eyes and hung her head. With her free hand, Zora grabbed the back of Carol's head and titled her head back up. Carol gasped and her eyes flew open. For a moment she didn't recognize herself in the mirror.

"Say it," Zora said.

"I'm, I'm a lesbian," Carol said.

"Again."

"I'm a lesbian."

"Again."

"I'm a lesbian."

Zora added a second finger in her ass. Carol cried out and writhed in place as her asshole stretched with a burning sensation.
"Play with yourself," Zora said. "I want you to cum right here, like this."

And Carol did. She stood there, rubbing herself to climax, wide-eyed, her entire bare body exposed in the mirror as her anus clamped down on another woman's fingers, chanting that she was a lesbian. When it was over, Carol stood there and trembled as her orgasm rolled through her. Zora removed her fingers from Carol's ass, soliciting a relieved grunt from Carol. Zora removed her fingers from Carol's ass and turned Carol to look her eye-to-eye.

"Do you understand now?" Zora asked her.

No, Carol thought, I don't understand any of this, I don't understand anything anymore. "Yes," she said.

Carol's relationship with Zora continued for a couple more weeks in largely the same parameters that it had been going. They were always at Zora's, they always had sex, and Carol always submitted to Zora. Whatever sexual act Zora wanted Carol to perform, she performed; whatever sexual act Zora wanted Carol to receive, she accepted. Carol's life was dominated by lips, tongues, and fingers.

And then, just like that, things changed yet again.

They were in Zora's bedroom, both naked. Other than kissing, they hadn't proceeded to any other sexual acts just yet. Zora seemed particularly pleased with herself, and Carol wondered what was up. Truth be told, Carol didn't feel that well. She hadn't felt well when she woke up that morning and she hadn't felt well all day, not even when she and Zora had smoked a bowl downstairs earlier.

"I've got a gift for you," Zora said.

"What is it?" Carol asked.

Zora opened the nightstand drawer, took something out, and closed the drawer. She held up a new butt plug. This one was silver and three inches long, wider than the other one, maybe as much as two inches in width. The afternoon sunlight reflected off it.

"You've done so well with the other one," Zora said, grinning from ear to ear, "time to step up your game. I can't wait to see you take this."

"N, no," Carol said.

"Oh, come now," Zora said, advancing towards her, holding up the plug.

"No," Carol said, more firmly than before.

"It's perfectly natural," Zora said. With her free hand she opened the bedside table drawer, where the bottle of lube was stored.

"Stop saying that," Carol snapped.

Zora frowned. "What?" she said.

"Stop saying that. You're always saying that. It's not. It's not perfectly natural."

Zora looked at her quizzically. "How are you feeling?" she asked.

"I'm upset." As she said the words, Carol felt something shift inside her; it felt like a release. The words blurted out of her. She didn't realize she was upset until she said the words and after she heard her own voice speak them she realized they were true.

Zora looked at her for a moment, appraising her. Then she said, "Perfectly natural."

"Stop that!" Carol yelled. "God, why do you keep saying that?"

Zora dropped the plug in the drawer, closed it, and stepped back. Her eyes appraised Carol. Carol hadn't seen her like that before. Zora had always seemed self-assured, in control, even a little haughty. In that moment, though, she looked unsure. Zora muttered something under her breath, and it took Carol a moment to realize that she'd said, "It's not working."

"What?" Carol asked, then shook her head. "You know what?" she said. "I'm going to go."

"What?" Zora asked in turn.

"Yeah," Carol replied, getting up and walking out of the room. "I'm going." She went over to her messy pile of clothes on the floor and started putting them back on. When she was dressed, she walked down the stairs, Zora trailing after her in a robe.

"Carol, wait," Zora said.

"I just need some space right now," Carol said aloud, not turning back to face Zora when she spoke. "I'll see you soon." She opened the door and saw herself out.

Carol spent the rest of that day and night sitting on her living room couch, replaying the day's events in her mind. But she was glad that she spoke up. She was glad that she left. For the first time in months, she felt like herself again; it was like waking from a dream without having realized that she'd fallen asleep. She woke the next morning certain about another thing -- Zora had answers to what was going on, and she wanted those answers.

She drive over to Zora's without waiting for an invite. She pounded on the door until Zora opened it. Zora did not look to be in a good mood, not one bit.

"Well," she told Carol. "come inside."

Carol followed her into the front showroom. Zora was making her way to the curtained doorway. "We can talk in the den," she was saying, not even looking at Carol.

"We can talk here," Carol said. She was standing still in the center of the showroom, arms across her chest.

Zora stopped, turned, saw the look on Carol's face, and sighed. She turned around fully and walked a couple of steps back into the room. "Okay," she said.

"Tell me what's going on," Carol said.

Zora sighed again, her gaze drifting between walls and floor, not quite ever meeting Carol's eyes. "I reached out to my friends," Zora said. "The ones that I got the special blend from in the first place. Turns out, the body builds an immunity to the chemical agent after a certain amount of exposure."

"What?"

"The agent eventually stops working after sufficient number of exposures."

"What agent?"

"The agent that lowers stress. It's only good for a limited number of uses." Zora frowned. "The things they could've fucking told me about months ago."

Carol could sense an unspoken "and" in the air. "That's not all it does, is it?" She said. "Go on. Tell me all of it."

Zora sighed before answering. "Side effects of the agent include lowering the user's inhibitions and also increasing the susceptibility of the user to suggestion."

Realization dawned on Carol and with it came outrage. "You... you fucking drugged me?!" she said.

Zora stared daggers at her. "I own and operate a fucking drug store. You came here to buy drugs. I sold you drugs. You took drugs. What part of that were you unclear about?"

"I came here to buy weed, not whatever fucking hardcore drug you were slipping to me!"

Zora gritted her teeth. When she spoke, it was as if she were biting off each word one by you. "You wanted weed. I sold you weed. I told you it was strong. You agreed to it. If it turned out that you couldn't handle it, that's not my fault."

Carol slapped Zora. She glared at Zora as the other woman raised a hand to her reddening cheek, sneering back at Carol.

"You bitch," Zora said. "Standing there acting hurt when we both know that you loved every fucking second of it. Standing there as if you're proud when we both know what you are. How many times did you beg me to fuck you? How many times did you bend over for me? How many times did you go back home reeking of pussy, my pussy?"

"You made me do that!" Carol protested.

"I didn't make you do shit. You wanted to."

"I didn't want this!"

"You wanted every bit of this. What, do you think the drug made you mindless? Made you my slave? It relaxed you and lowered your inhibitions. That's it. That's all it did. It didn't make you do anything that you didn't want to do."

"No, that's not right."

"You kissed me because you wanted to. You offered up your pussy because you wanted to. You ate my pussy because you wanted to. You licked my ass because you really wanted to."

"No."

"You're a lesbian. You're a woman who loves getting fucked by other women. Maybe you didn't know it before but you sure as fuck know it now."

Carol stood silent for a moment, staring at the diminutive woman who had owned her body and soul for the last several weeks. And then, in a flash of realization, Carol understood how easy it was to just end it.

"Fuck you," Carol said and started walking out.

"You'll be back," Zora called out.

"The hell I will," Carol yelled back without turning around.

"You need it. You need it and you'll be back for it."

They were the last words from Zora that Carol heard. She slammed the front door behind her, walked to her car, got in, and drove away. She never went back to Zora's, and she never saw her again.

Six months later Carol moved into her new apartment. It wasn't as big as she'd wanted or in as good a location in the city as she wanted, but it suited her just fine. That night she sat on her balcony looking at the lights and listening to the sounds, telling herself that she was happy to be back in the city. Later that night, in bed, she climaxed with her pussy clenching on the vibrating dildo and her anus clenching around the butt plug she'd bought hours earlier. She wore nothing except for a ring on her toe.

Several nights later Carol tried out a watering hole not too far from her new place. She sat at the bar and nursed a beer. After a while a tall thin woman with dark hair and a leather jacket walked up to her.

"Is this seat taken?" she asked Carol.

"Not at all," Carol said.

The woman sat down next to her at the bar. Carol noted her silver nose stud. "I haven't seen you here before."

"It's my first time here," Carol said.

The woman extended a hand, a hand that in a few hours would be fisting Carol. "Rosa," she said.

Carol shook her hand and smiled. "Carol."