Curious Girls Ch. 36

"Sara!?" Krista exclaimed with a mixture of shock, confusion, and elation. She could scarcely believe that was really her sister crawling on the floor-wearing nothing but a pair of panties, no less. "Oh my God. I've been so worried about you." She had many questions she wanted to ask her sister, and they all came at once in a jumbled heap. "What happened? Where have you been? Why haven't you-," she drifted off as she noticed the collar around Sara's neck. "Why are you-," she started, turning to Tamara. "What did you do to her?"

"That's not really any of your business," Tamara said matter-of-factly.

"She's my sister. Of course it's my business."

"She's nothing to you. Not anymore. Sara is mine." Something about the way Tamara said that sent shivers through Krista.

"Why isn't she responding? What did you do to her?" The questions kept tumbling out, but Tamara ignored them.

"You should be asking what I'm going to do with you."

"W-With me? Why would you do anything with me?"

"Well, I don't see how I can possibly let you go. You would try to take Sara from me."

"Take her from you? I don't understand-," Krista replied, still not grasping the position she'd gotten herself into. Her words slurred slightly.

Despite her state of mild inebriation, she was clearly feeling a spike of adrenaline. "You've been keeping her here all this time? But how-why? You're one of my closest friends. How could you do this to me?"

"Don't make this about you," Tamara snapped. "This was never about you."

"You hated Sara this much? And, ugh. What is that smell?"

"Smell?" Tamara asked, distracted. "Oh, hell. I don't think you want to know the answer to that question," Tamara broke out into a fit of raucous laughter.

"What?" Krista asked indignantly.

"Shhh," Tamara put her finger to her lips. "I'm trying to think."

Tamara hadn't intended nor expected this turn of events, and she was feeling slightly uneasy. Before she'd brought Sara into her home, she'd thought about it for a long time. She'd planned, arranged for construction work on the basement, shopped, researched, and fantasized. God, had she fantasized.

The thought of Sara tied to Tamara's bed, spread-eagle and naked-completely vulnerable and unable to resist Tamara's insatiable appetite-that need made it difficult for Tamara to think about anything else. Tamara had certainly never worried. She'd only ever felt a sense of thrill as she thought about the hunt. How exhilarated she'd been at the idea of her former nemesis becoming her love slave. It was Sara who had awoken this beast within her, so it only seemed proper that Sara help keep that same beast in check.

And Sara had more than lived up to Tamara's fantasies. Now that Tamara no longer needed to work, thanks to Sara's-generosity, she had no stress and nothing but time. One might have thought a person would tire of having sex all day, every day. But for Tamara, it was heaven. It was complete and utter bliss. Even now, there were still times-more often than not, if Tamara were being honest with herself-where Tamara lost herself. The thrill of the domination-of giving into her pure and unbridled lust. It was perverse and debaucherous. At times, it was brutal. In the heat of the moment, Tamara often lost all sense of self-control. It was too easy for her to get lost in those sensations. When she closed her eyes and grinded her clit against Sara's nose and mouth, she became oblivious to Sara's struggles. In those moments, Sara was nothing but a plaything. A toy whose purpose was to give her orgasm after rapturous orgasm. Tamara could remember more than one occasion where she'd mounted Sara's mouth, slid her fingers into Sara's hair, and just closed her eyes-only to open them some time later and realize that several hours had passed.

In a normal relationship, no one would have stayed with Tamara while she explored this dark side of her sexuality. No one could have possibly kept up with Tamara's needs. But Sara had always been there. Sara had stayed.

Except for the one time, when Sara had run away. It was understandable though. Sara had panicked, overcome with fear. Tamara had felt the same fear initially. The fear of the unknown and of not understanding her newfound feelings of lesbian attraction. That was why she felt it was her duty to help Sara come to terms with what Tamara had already accepted.

Tamara had had to resort to extreme measures, but it was necessary in order to help her lover. Of course, it wasn't just for Sara. It was around that time that Tamara had also realized how desperately in love with Sara she was-how much she needed her.

Above all, emotional feelings aside, Tamara needed Sara in order to cum. At some level, it was as simple as that. Tamara had been very resentful initially, hating that she had such a dependency on the woman who had tortured her for so many years. But Tamara had come to eventually accept the reality of her situation. However, it also made her extremely possessive of Sara. Sara had not come along willingly initially, not recognizing that Tamara understood what she was going through. But Sara no longer resisted, having finally accepted the truth-they were soulmates.

Never in a million years would Tamara have expected events to turn out this way. She had once hated Sara-really hated her. Now, she felt elation at the thought that Sara had nearly become her wife. They hadn't been able to make it official like Tamara had been hoping, but Tamara still felt like they had reached an equivalent level in their relationship.

The idea of marriage had never even occurred to her until she had come to realize how dependent she was on Sara. Once she'd discovered that, the idea of making a lifelong commitment to each other had seemed the only logical next step. After all, so many couples fought because they didn't have enough sex or because they stepped outside the bounds of their marriage. But that would never happen with Tamara and Sara. Tamara would only, could only ever orgasm with Sara-even if 99% of those orgasms had been on Sara's face.

Fuck. Why did I have to start thinking about that? Tamara chastised herself, feeling instantly horny.

She knew Sara still struggled to accept the current nature of their relationship, but she could see also with each passing day, Sara was becoming increasingly hers-heart, mind, and soul. Sara seldom even questioned her anymore, obeying most requests instantly. Tamara always made sure to reward her when she behaved well. Everything had been going so perfectly.

And that was why Tamara found herself feeling especially irritated as she stared at Krista, lying where Sara should be. Krista had told Tamara that no one knew she was coming to visit, but that didn't fully allay her fears. With Sara, she had known that no one other than Krista would miss her. With Krista, she wasn't so sure. She didn't know much about the woman Krista had been seeing. What if she started snooping around? Tamara didn't have the space to lock her away too.

Maybe it's time to move. Somewhere nice and quiet. Tamara thought idly. Maybe some remote, romantic island where no one will ever find us.

Could she let Krista go? She'd hoped that Krista would have given into her earlier request-to let Sara lick her ass.

Krista has no idea what she's missing out on. Tamara thought as she grinned, biting her lip. She had made the suggestion because she wanted to sever the bond between the sisters. And nothing would do that faster than a little asslicking. Maybe it wasn't a reasonable request. It had taken Sara a long time to willingly agree. And Tamara had needed to humble her first.

Still, it was much easier to let someone lick your ass than to lick someone else's ass. Tamara still had no inclination to lick anyone, but letting Sara lick her had been so natural-she'd never given it a second thought. She supposed the fact they were sisters may be a mental blocker for Krista. But how close were they really?

I wonder if Krista would let Sara lick her ass if she knew with 100% certainty she would never have to see Sara after that time. Tamara mused. Either way, if Tamara was ever going to be able to release Krista, she had to make sure Krista would be happy to never see her sister again. How could she make that happen?

"What do you want from me?" Krista demanded. Tamara snapped back to awareness.

"I want you to leave Sara and me alone."

"If that's what you want, it's no problem. Krista replied easily. "Now that I know Sara's OK, I have no reason to continue bothering either of you."

Could she really trust Krista? She was always skeptical when things came too easily. She would have to make sure Krista understood how truly lost to her Sara was.

"She doesn't belong to you anymore," Tamara asserted.

"She never belonged to me," Krista replied flatly.

"You're right," Tamara smiled sympathetically, "But now she does belong to me."

"She doesn't," Krista spat. "Sara, tell Tamara you don't belong to anyone, especially her."

Sara looked at her sister then looked at the floor.

Of course Krista was going to be stubborn about this. After all, her and Sara were sisters. Sara hadn't easily accepted her place either.

"Let me show you." Tamara looked toward Sara. "Sweetie, can you come here for a minute?"

Sara immediately began crawling, still on hands and feet. She'd responded immediately, but her motion was sluggish rather than energetic. Her face was just-blank. There was no excitement nor was there dread. There appeared to be no feelings one way or the other. She simply obeyed.

"Come closer," Tamara demanded, pushing her feet into Sara's face. Krista watched, dumbfounded as Sara didn't resist as Tamara rubbed her feet all over Sara's face. Wiggling her toes, she pushed them against Sara's lips. Again, there was no response from Sara.

Tamara was elated as she saw the uncertainty growing on Krista's face.

She pushed her big toes between Sara's lips, rubbing her toes over Sara's teeth and gums. Krista's mouth dropped slightly.

Good. Now let's see if this convinces her.

"Open your mouth," Tamara demanded of Sara.

Dutifully, Sara obeyed, and Tamara pushed her foot into Sara's mouth. Fuck. Doing this was making her feel tingly. It wasn't so much that she liked feeling her toes wiggling against Sara's tongue, or the way Sara gagged slightly as Tamara's foot pushed deeper. That was a small part of it, but it was more the way Sara didn't try to fight as Tamara humiliated and dominated her. That was just one way Tamara knew Sara was in love with her, even if Sara was too shy to say it.

Tamara stretched her toes, wiggling them against Sara's warm, wet tongue. Small amounts of saliva began to drip from Sara's lips as she choked on Tamara's foot.

"That's so nasty," Krista gasped. "Sara, why are you doing what she tells you?" Then, she turned to Tamara. "So, what-this is some sort of torture chamber for Sara? Just because she was a little mean to you?"

Tamara's eyes darkened. "A little mean? A little?" Her breathing grew rapid. Calm yourself. That's in the past. She slowed her breathing and withdrew her foot. "Sara, keep your mouth open," she said, still irked by Krista's question.

"Leave her alone," Krista cried weakly. "That isn't love."

Tamara waited for several minutes, letting the saliva build in her mouth. "Don't you get it, yet?" she asked through gritted teeth.

"Get what? That you're a psycho?" Krista spat.

This was for Krista's benefit, so Tamara was going to make a show of this. She let saliva accumulate until she had difficulty talking, enjoying the way Krista squirmed in the uncomfortable silence. Finally, she leaned over while maintaining eye contact with Krista. The corners of Tamara's lips turned upward ever so slightly in a satisfied grin before she pursed her lips and leaned over so that her mouth was directly over Sara's.

The saliva pooled at her lips, slowly accumulating until it began to drip directly into Sara's mouth. This wasn't the first time she had done this with Sara, but she had far more saliva in her mouth now that she'd ever had before.

"What the-," Krista gaped, stunned. "Oh my God, that is-I don't know if that's more less nasty or-no, that's definitely more nasty."

Tamara continued, not in any rush. Even she was surprised at just how much spit was spilling into her lover's mouth. Most of it was dripping onto-coating, really-Sara's tongue.

She couldn't help but feel it was a waste of perfectly good saliva. It was saliva that should be on Sara's nose, mouth, and chin. She so loved fucking Sara's face when it was coated with her spittle. She couldn't say why, but it excited her almost as much as the thought of fucking Sara's face while it was still sticky with her cum. Hell, she was getting too horny for her own good.

After what felt like an eternity, the last of the saliva in her mouth dripped from her lips. Tamara finished with a flourish, spitting the remainder directly into Sara's mouth. "Now swallow," she coaxed. After a moment of hesitation, Sara swallowed. She made a face, choking slightly.

"Poor Baby, did I overdo it?" Tamara cooed, stroking Sara's face. For once, Krista was speechless.

"You're-disgusting," she said finally.

She still doesn't understand. She doesn't understand how intimate this is.

She would have to resort to more traditionally accepted behavior. "Kiss me," Tamara demanded to Sara.

Before Sara could move on her own, Tamara reached up and pulled Sara's face roughly to hers. She mashed her lips firmly against Sara's, her hands gripping either side of Sara's head. She so adored kissing her beloved. And Tamara could see that her kissing of Sara was making Krista uncomfortable, so like any good friend she doubled down. She would make sure Krista understood.

She kissed Sara's lips as intently as ever she had, pushing her tongue deeply into Sara's mouth. She made sure Krista could see plenty of tongue.

"Get your snake tongue away from her," Krista begged. "Can't you see that she's not enjoying that?"

Mostly just to see Krista's reaction, Tamara drug her tongue over Sara's lips with deliberate slowness. Continuing to lick Sara's mouth, Tamara moved her way to Sara's chin and cheeks.

"She-I-" Krista stammered. "No. She doesn't want-she wouldn't." Tamara had never harbored any ill-will toward her friend, but there was something exciting about breaking Krista like this. "If she truly liked you, you wouldn't need to keep that collar around her neck," Krista insisted angrily.

Despite Tamara's outward confidence, she had been secretly afraid of testing Sara too much. Tamara's eyes glazed over. She'd never had the need to remove Sara's collar, but she did secretly dream that one day Sara would serve all of her needs without needing any coercion or restraints. Tamara's mind drifted to the thought of Sara walking into their bedroom, large strap-on in hand-that 16-incher which still sat unused in Tamara's closet. "Would you please fuck my ass, Goddess," she would say to Tamara. And Tamara would of course, oblige. She would always oblige any of her lover's needs. How could she refuse? "But not like you usually do," fantasy Sara continued. "Tonight, I want you to be extra rough with me. You can even pull my hair and slap my ass-if it pleases you."

It pleased Tamara. It pleased her greatly.

"No, I can't," Tamara heard herself reply. She shook her head, trying to shake free the image of Sara in a slinky teddy, begging to be ass-fucked.

She started to confess to Krista that almost losing Sara had terrified her, but she stopped herself just in time.

I can't take that risk again. I can't.

"I'm not taking off the collar," Tamara said simply.

"Then you don't really love her."

"Fuck you. You don't know her anymore, and you sure as fuck don't know me," Tamara spat angrily. "Our relationship was going perfectly until you had to go and mess everything up."

Did she dare take off Sara's collar? The door was still locked, after all. And Tamara was more than capable of calming Sara down if she got confused or scared again.

"You know what," Tamara grunted. "You want more proof? I'll give you all the proof you need. But remember, you asked." Tamara fished a key out of her pocket and unfastened Sara's collar. Sara looked at her expectantly but made no effort to run. Tamara breathed a small sigh of relief. "Now, I have to reward her for her good behavior."

"Good behavior? You let her go. You don't owe her anything for that."

"Sara does have a favorite thing she enjoys. More than you would believe. Would you like to see what that is?"

"You can't tell me anything about Sara I don't already know," Krista shot back defensively.

"Trust me, you don't know thi,." Tamara laughed. "But first, we need to make some room on the bed."

"Sara, you're free. Why are you just standing there," Krista said weakly. "Please, run for help."

"Since Sara doesn't need her collar, I think you should wear it."

"Tamara, please. I'm your friend."

It was true they had been friends for a long time. Tamara almost felt bad for forcing Krista to stay locked up in her basement. But what other options did she have? If she let Krista go, she wouldn't be able to trust anything Krista said. Tamara would have to go into hiding. And she wasn't sure she wanted to do that.

"I know," Tamara laughed. "That's why I've gone so easy on you." She walked over, collar in hand and easily fastened it around Krista's neck, despite her ineffective struggles. "But with the collar on, I can move you out of my way so I can reward Sara properly."

She loosened Krista's leg restraints before practically skipping to the controls near the door. She turned the crank, tightening the collar to pull Krista against the headboard. Once Krista was sitting vertical, she adjusted the arm and leg restraints to keep Krista's legs spread against the bed and her arms down along the headboard.

"Now, Sara, climb onto the bed and lie on your back, head between your sister's legs."

"What are you doing?" Krista demanded. "Sara, please. Look at me."

Tamara could see Sara avoiding her sister's gaze. Tamara couldn't believe she'd been so worried about the effect Krista might have on Sara. Her power over Sara was more complete than she'd realized. Sara said nothing, dutifully following Tamara's instructions.

As Sara got into position, Tamara prepared herself. She watched Krista's face, waiting for the reaction she knew was coming as she started to pull down her leggings.

"The fu-?" Krista stammered, watching Tamara. Tamara just grinned, kicking her leggings to the floor and then pulling down her panties.

"What are you doing?" Krista exclaimed, a new kind of panic in her voice.

"Rewarding your sister," Tamara replied simply, climbing onto the bed so that she was facing away from her friend. "You wouldn't believe how much she loves my ass."

"I-what? No. Let me go, please," Krista begged.

As she looked at Krista's pitiful, panicked expression. Tamara felt her pussy beginning to tingle again.

"Kiss my ass, Baby," she cooed to Sara.

"Sara, no. Please. Don't do this," Krista was practically crying now.

Sara hesitated only a fraction of a second. Tamara knew Sara was hesitating because she could feel Sara's breath on her skin. But a moment later, Tamara felt lips caressing her ass.

"Sara, stop! Don't do this," Krista pleaded.

Tamara's only regret in that moment was she couldn't watch Krista's face as her sister worshipped Tamara's ass. Tamara reached back, spreading her ass cheeks. Without prodding, she felt Sara's tongue beginning to slip into her ass cheeks. As Sara began expertly tonguing Tamara's asshole, she heard Krista gasp audibly.

"Sara-?" Krista asked, her disgust evident. "Tamara, how could you make her do that?"