#forced lesbian
Ava handed a glass of wine to her friend Morgan as they chatted about life and caught each other up on the new developments.
“Still doing that witchcraft thing Morgan?” Ava asked jokingly.
“You laugh now but I assure you magic is very real!” Morgan responded in a joking tone, but with a somewhat serious look on her face.
“This is why you’re still single. If you put as much effort into dating as you did with witchcraft you’d be so popular with the ladies I’m sure.” Ava pressured her.
“Oh I do fine with the ladies. You’re the one who’s been single for months. What’s stopping you then?” Morgan fired back.
“Well it’s hard finding good guys! Sometimes I think it would be easier if I was into women, ya know?” Ava mused.
“We would love to have you!” Morgan chuckled.
“But that’s just kinda gross, no offence” Ava backtracked.
“Ha none taken. Hey, I notice you’re not wearing that ring I gave you for your birthday.” Morgan pointed out, pouting slightly.
“Oh yeah the cute silver one you got me? Well I had it on for a month and I really loved it…but…one day I woke up and it just didn’t fit anymore. Like, it wouldn’t stay on my finger. Too loose. I don’t know what happened…” Ava explained apologetically.
“Huh. That’s strange. Can I see it?” Morgan enquired, intrigued.
“Sure! Give me a minute.” She chirped as she put down her wine glass and wandered off to find the ring in question. Morgan took a long sip of wine and smiled deviously.
“Found it! Take a look at this.” Ava announced marching back into the room with the silver ring in one hand. She stuck out her finger and slid it over easily before pointing her finger downwards and letting the ring slip downwards until it dropped straight off her finger and she quickly snatched it out of the air before it fell to the ground. “See, way too loose. It wasn’t that way when you gave it to me and I’m not sure what might have caused it…” Ava worried.
Morgan reached out an open hand and asked for the ring. Ava dropped the silver piece of jewellery into her friend’s hand thoughtlessly and watched her examine it. Morgan eyed the ring gleefully and that same, predatory smile spread across her face once more as she clutched the ring tightly and inhaled deeply, trying to quell her excitement and relax for a moment. She was so close now.
Ava squinted in puzzlement Asher friend reached down to her feet with one hand and slid her sandal off slowly. Morgan was so excited she couldn’t stop her breathing from getting louder or her eyes from leering at Ava creepily. Heat was steadily building up in her crotch as her friend became more bewildered and her fate was about to be sealed.
Morgan slid the rind onto her big toe. It fit snugly and she shivered, eyes rolling back as she had a mini orgasm once it was firmly around her toe.
“Um, are you ok Morgan?” Ava asked, unsure and a little fearful.
“Oh I’m very gooood Ava” Morgan moaned seductively.
Ava looked unconvinced and rather off put by her friend’s response. She stood there stiffly as Morgan moved her leg slowly and deliberately, reaching out with her toe extended until the daring digit stroked Ava’s leg gently.
Ava jumped back and gasped when she felt it. As soon as the toe touched her skin it sent sparks through her body. She was immediately breathing heavily and the area where her leg had been stroked was tingling in the most peculiar and distracting way.
“Wh-what are you doing?!?” Ava yelped in shock.
“Oh Ava, if that made you jump then this is going to be very…ooh verrrry fun indeed.” Morgan said as she stood up and strode towards Ava.
“Why did that…feel so…weird?” Ava asked, backing away meekly.
“Witchcraft, my dear.” Morgan said, matter of factly.
“What are you talking about? I felt…like…electricity shoot up my leg. S-stay back, you’re getting too close it’s freaking me out!” Ava protested as Morgan cornered her against a wall.
“Well dear, let me explain. That ring I gave you? It was a witch’s tool. It eats away at the wearer’s soul, little by little, until it’s full. This lovely baby is just bursting with your essence, your life force. You didn’t notice because it was taken so gradually, but your soul is incomplete. It’s broken. Weak. It cries out for its other half. For completion. Your very essence craves it. So as long as I’m wearing this ring, controlling you will be so easy. You’ll be putty in my hands. Plus it looks so good on me, doesn’t it?” Morgan informed her, leaning in close and pushing her lips towards Ava’s to steal a kiss.
Ava turned away in disgust, but then Morgan simply exhaled a hot breath on her cheek and she felt sparks shoot from her face through her lips and she quivered. Just Morgan’s breath on her neck was making her head spin. This was nuts! There was no way what Morgan was saying could possibly be true. Witchcraft. Stealing souls. It’s just…nonsense. But…the tingling lingered and as terrified as she was, deep down she felt it…that part of her that was begging…pleading urgently to be complete. Just to feel another touch…oh god it seemed so wrong!
“Do you feel it? We’re so close…almost touching. I can reach out my tongue and…” Morgan whispered in Ava’s ear before sticking out her tongue and swiftly licking her earlobe.
“Ugh!” Ava groaned as lightning zapped her ear and her knees buckled underneath her. She slid against the wall to the ground, whimpering and trying to quell the yearning that was welling up in her chest. Just that tiny flick of the tongue…it sent her mind racing. If that hadn’t been her earlobe…if that had been her clit…oh fuck! It would break her. There was no denying it. Whatever Morgan was doing to her…it was serious!
She needed to get away! She was sitting, back against the wall as Morgan stood over her menacingly, legs wide in a confident stance. Looking up with wide eyes at Morgan who was practically drooling over her with a look of pure lust in her eyes. Ava steeled herself and lunged to the side, hoping to escape Morgan’s clutches and run. But as she was getting to her feet she felt that toe graze her ankle and the bolt of electricity that shot through her leg was strong enough to topple her.
Now on the floor, she turned over quickly hoping to salvage her escape…yet as soon as her head was turned she found Morgan’s toe waiting for her. It rested gently upon her lips and Ava’s whole body froze it place. Her sensitive lips tingled as waves of pleasure washed through her and Ava felt her mind grow foggy. Her lips felt glued to the woman’s foot and she simply gazed longingly towards the silver ring, shining boldly before her. So tantalisingly close. She was enraptured.
She didn’t even realise when she started kissing Morgan’s toe softly, moaning mindlessly as her whole being craved the sensation that was pulsing through Ava’s trembling lips. Better than an orgasm. Her lips were on fire with a pleasure that defied reason. Completion. She needed that feeling. To be without it was torture. Her body was shaking. She was licking Morgan’s foot now. Her thoughts were suppressed by pure joy as her tongue glided over the soft skin and almost touched the beautiful silver of the ring…
Morgan pulled her foot away just slightly and Ava collapsed. “Oh no, not yet dear. When any part of you touches the ring while I’m wearing it, a small piece of my soul will be infused into you and you’ll become my slave. Permanently. But let’s have a little more fun first.” Morgan teased Ava as she lay below her, twitching and staring at the ring needily.
Morgan put her foot down and walked over to a chair. She sat down lazily and spread her legs wide. Pulling her skirt up and sliding her panties aside she exposed her soaking slit and glistening labia. Ava was still dazed and on the ground.
“Come here Ava. I want you to eat my pussy.” Morgan cooed.
Morgan’s voice rang in Ava’s ears. She was trying to regain her senses but everything was so confusing. She was straight. She would never eat a girl out. That would be so gross…so why was she stumbling and crawling over towards Morgan so eagerly? She wouldn’t dare touch another woman’s privates…except now all she could think about was the blissful lightning that would shoot through her tongue as soon as it touched the slick slit.
She reached Morgan’s crotch and gazed longingly. ‘Am I really about to do this?’ She thought hesitantly. It was still possible to muster enough will to drag herself away…surely…yet…her face was slowly sinking…the more she tried to pull herself away the stronger the tugging became. Like a gravitational attraction. Her face…to Morgan’s sopping pussy. Ava’s tongue reached out tentatively and she realised it was too late. There was no escaping it. 'I’m not gay. I don’t want to do this! Why won’t I stop!“ Ava cried inwardly, but it didn’t even feel true anymore.
Her tongue slipped inside Morgan’s folds and lapped away greedily. Ava was overtaken by the feeling of pure joy from earlier. Her face now glued to Morgan’s pussy as her mind shut down and she licked and slurped without a thought or care whatsoever.
"Mmm…oh god I’ve waited so long to have you here. Such a pretty face…between my legs. Ugh I’m gonna mess up that perfect makeup of yours! I’m gonna paint your face with my pussy fuck I’m so horny right now! Unnng Ava deeper!” Morgan moaned as she pressed Ava’s face into her crotch, thrusting her hips against her face rhythmically.
Ava was overtaken. The further she buried her face between Morgan’s face the more compete she felt. When her cheeks rubbed against Morgan’s thighs…when Morgan’s pussy quivered and clenched…ugh it was too good. Ava was getting dizzy with pleasure. Morgan’s pussy was heaven. Even the taste…she would never have liked this taste before and yet now…now it was all she wanted to taste ever!
Morgan came hard. Her hips bucked and she let out a series of long, loud groans as she spasmed and squirted around Ava’s face. Her toes wriggled, flashing the gorgeous silver ring which caught Ava’s attention once more. As her waves of pleasure subsided, Morgan had to push Ava’s head off her spit and cum soaked slit. She ran her fingers through Ava’s hair and admired the mindless, subservient look in her eyes as she gazed back silently. Awaited Morgan’s instruction.
Ava’s eyes lit up and she began to squirm wildly when she felt Ava’s toe grinding against her slick crotch through her clothes. She began to hump Morgan’s foot like a pathetic animal as she felt lightning shoot from her burning pussy all the way through her and she grunted eagerly.
“I think you’re ready now.” Morgan commented as she slipped her foot under Ava’s waistband and past her panties until her toe was rubbing against her swollen clit.
Ava shivered and melted. Dripping and humping and moaning in pure bliss. She felt Morgan’s toe slide inside her and she felt a whole new level of pleasure. That ring was getting closer and closer and her entire being was melting and turning to a wet, sloppy, horny mess around Morgan’s foot. When the whole toe slid inside her and the smooth silver ring glided over her clit, Ava was complete. That delicious, world changing feeling of completion was magnified and spread throughout her whole body. She felt her shattered would returning. Along with it came a new energy. Thoughts of submission and adoration of her beautiful mistress Morgan flooded her mushy mind.
Mistress Morgan nicknamed her Slava. Slava loved her mistress deeply, with all her soul. In fact her soul now belonged to mistress Morgan. She found herself servicing her mistress often. Obeying her every wish. Whenever she didn’t have a task to be done she would kneel in front of her mistress and wait to be given permission to kiss and suckle on her feet. Mistress still wore the silver ring, now just a pretty trinket, but Slava still found it very reassuring worshipping her mistresses feet. She still admired the ring, vaguely remembering the old days. When she was sad and alone without mistress’ perfect touch. Now…now she was complete.
Bimbo TF
