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 Miriam's Slave 2

   by sourdough

   ------ Synopsis: Carol tries to escape Miriam's clutches.  An
unauthorized sequel to Cactus Juggler's story.  Please read it first (link
provided).
Codes: FF non-con les D/S Fdom oral
Dear Reader: This story is an unauthorized sequel to "How I Became
Miriam's Slave" by Cactus Juggler.  Please read it first at:

http://asstr.org/files/Authors/cactusjuggler/miriamsslave.txt

   I sent him a copy of my story a couple of times but he never responded.



   The coach's whistle blew and I knew I was the one who screwed up again.
"Where's your head at today, Carol," she yelled.  "That's the third time
you've blown this routine.  Remember we have a game tomorrow."

   Miriam sidled up beside me and whispered, "Your head's between my legs,
right?" At that point I burst into tears and started walking toward the
women's locker room.

   "What did you just now say to Carol, Miriam?" I heard coach yell.

   "I didn't say anything, coach," Miriam protested.

   "Well, you're elected to go find out what the problem is and to
apologize for whatever you didn't say."

   "Okay, coach," Miriam replied.  Oh god!  I just wanted to gather my
belongings and get out of there.  After what happened the evening before I
wondered why I even showed up today.  Miriam would be there and her mere
presence would remind me of what she'd forced me to do and well, I just
didn't want to be anywhere near her.  Now our cheer coach was sending her
to talk to me.  I started running as fast as I could.

   I sat down on the bench in front of my locker and tried to get it
unlocked but my hands were shaking so badly I couldn't get the combination
to work.  I heard a slight cough behind me and turned around to see Miriam
leaning against some lockers.  She had a big smirk on her face.  "I'm
quitting the cheerleading squad," I said.  "I'm sure you're happy to hear
that."

   "Oh, I'm very happy to hear that," Miriam replied.  "Coach won't be too
happy to have you quitting just before a game but I'm sure the rest of us
won't miss you.  In fact, I think squad performance and morale will improve
quite a bit without you fucking up things."

   I turned away and stared down at the floor.  I was seething inside. 
Miriam had no right to say that.  I was a good cheerleader.  The bitch was
just being mean but it still hurt to hear those words.  I wondered why it
mattered anyway since I had decided to quit and Miriam's opinion shouldn't
mean anything to me.  I was out of there.  "Please just leave me alone now.
You don't have to worry about me any longer."

   "I'm not worried about you," Miriam said with a quiet chuckle.  "I've
never worried about you." She walked over and sat down beside me.  I
cringed but I didn't move away.  "It's just that you've forgotten something
very important and I want to remind you of it."

   "What's that?" I asked stupidly.

   "You're my pussy-licking, butt-sniffing lezzy slave.  That's what."

   "I told you I'm quitting the squad.  Please be satisfied with that," I
begged.  Fresh tears started leaking from my eyes.  I didn't want to be
anyone's slave, least of all Miriam's.

   "I don't care if you quit school too, Carol.  You're still my slave."

   "I'm not your slave," I insisted.

   "But you are my slave.  I think that's clear after what happened
yesterday.  Denying it won't change that fact."

   "You...  you forced me," I whined as my mind replayed my humiliation
from last evening when Miriam made me smell and taste her pussy juices. 
The stuff coated my face and even permeated my hair.  I rationalized that I
wouldn't have submitted to her vile demands if I hadn't been threatened
with death by suffocation.  She demonstrated she was quite capable of
carrying out her threat by cutting off my air supply with her fat ass and
cunt.  I think anyone would have done the same under similar circumstances.
The worst of it was being forced to beg her to allow me to eat out her
pussy.

   "I can force you again if I have to.  Would you like that?"

   "No!" I cried.  "Just leave me alone!" I wanted to leave right then but
my purse and car keys were still in my locker.

   "I can be gentle too, Carol," said Miriam.  "Why don't you let me be
gentle?"

   "What do you mean?" I couldn't imagine what she was talking about. 
Miriam took my hand in hers.  I tried to pull away but her grip was strong.
I glared at her but I faltered almost immediately when I looked into her
beautiful dark brown eyes and saw her confident smile.  I looked away in
shame.  I realized I was still afraid of the Puerto Rican beauty.  I was
just as afraid as I was when lying on the floor of the scorekeeper's booth
with Miriam using my face to masturbate with.

   "Kneel down on the floor and I'll show you."

   "I'm not going to do that," I protested but even as I spoke Miriam was
pulling me into position and not forcefully either.  If I resisted she'd
hurt me again, right?  My heart leaped to my throat when I saw her strip
out of her skirt and panties.  Even so, I didn't try to escape.  Miriam
then sat down on the bench in front of me.  My head was now straddled by
her thighs.  My face was mere inches from her black thatched pussy.

   Miriam didn't speak immediately.  She just began to caress my hair as if
I was a docile pet.  It had a calming effect on me and I allowed my head to
list to one side.  My cheek now rested on the inside of her thigh.  It felt
so soft and warm on my cheek.

   I could smell her sweat and arousal again.  I thought I was going to
retch the first time I was forced to inhale her stench but now I thought of
it as a not unpleasant odor.  Perhaps I'd gotten used to it although that
seemed hardly possible since not even a day had passed since she'd been
sitting on my face.

   "Who would have believed you'd be kneeling here now between my legs when
we first met," Miriam said as she continued to caress me.  "I couldn't
figure out why you were so hostile to me since tryouts but now I realize it
was because you were fighting the intense sexual attraction you have for
me." It was true I'd taken an instant dislike to Miriam when we first met
but I'm sure it wasn't because I was sexually attracted to her and was
fighting my feelings for her.  I was a confirmed heterosexual.  I didn't
have a regular boyfriend but I dated a lot and had even been to bed with a
couple of boys so I wasn't a virgin.  So why was I kneeling before Miriam
with my head between her thighs?  She hadn't forced me this time but I was
definitely intimidated.  Yes, that was the reason I was kneeling here.  I
was intimidated.  I just couldn't have Lesbian feelings for Miriam, could
I?

   "You're going to be seeing a lot of my pussy from now on, Carol," Miriam
continued.  "In fact, you might say you're looking at your entire future; a
future between my legs.  You'll be devoted to giving me pleasure with your
mouth and tongue or in any other way I see fit.  I made you my slave
yesterday and this exercise is just to confirm what we already know.  I own
you body and soul."

   "Please...  n-no," I whimpered.  What Miriam was saying was just
impossible.  It felt like my face was on fire with embarrassment and
humiliation.

   "I know it's a difficult realization to have, Carol.  You're just having
a hard time accepting it.  Why don't you just continue to kneel here and
relax?  You can tell me when you're ready.  I think we still have time."

   The time?  Oh god!  I didn't know how long we'd been in here but someone
else could walk in at any second.  I didn't want to be caught like this.  I
briefly considered bolting for the door and coming back for my belongings
later but I didn't want to disobey Miriam.  The implications of that
thought didn't even register with me at the time.  "I don't know what you
want me to do," I said.

   "It's very simple," Miriam replied.  "Just look up at me and declare
that you're my slave." I shyly looked up as I'd been told.  Miriam wasn't
smirking.  She wasn't even smiling.  The olive skinned beauty looked
totally serious but not cruel, just very powerful in my eyes.

   "I...  I am your...  sl-slave," I stammered.

   "That wasn't so hard, was it?" Miriam said.  She put a slight pressure
on the back of my head and I knew I now had to demonstrate my submission to
her.  I gently kissed her patch of pubic hair.  I looked up and Miriam
nodded her approval.  She then scooted forward a bit and leaned back
slightly so her pussy was exposed for me.  I knew what she wanted me to do
and I bent to my task.  I didn't have any choice did I?

   I whimpered once before I stuck out my tongue and ran it along her pussy
lips.  I could no longer see Miriam's face but I could hear my tormentor
grunt in pleasure.  I should have been repulsed but I wasn't.  Her pussy
odor was stronger now but I didn't mind a bit.  That's not to say I wasn't
disgusted with myself.  I still wished I wasn't doing this.  "That was
nice," Miriam said.  "Now get your tongue in there and lick me out." I
parted her outer pussy lips and saw her bright coral inner lips.  It looked
spectacular against her black hair and dark olive skin.  I really hadn't
noticed the evening before.  I continued to lap at her pussy until Miriam
increased the pressure on the back of my head and started rubbing my nose
against her clitoris to get herself off.

   Miriam finally let go of my head and I sat back on my heels.  I sat
there passively and waited for my tormentor's next order.  "I don't think
we have time to do anything else," said Miriam, "but there shouldn't be any
more discussion on whether or not you're my pussy slave." She reached for
her panties and put them on.  "I'm sorry I can't leave these panties with
you to sniff but I'm expected back at practice.  Can't be giving everyone a
show, can I?" She giggled and as soon as she donned her skirt said, "See
you later, Carol.  I'll tell coach you quit for personal reasons and it was
nothing to do with me."

   As soon as Miriam left I got up, went to the sink and cleaned up the
best I could.  My lipstick was all smeared but I didn't bother trying to
fix it.  I just wanted to go home.  My combination lock now worked fine.  I
gathered up my belongings and drove home.  When I got home I showered,
climbed into bed and cried.  I knew I could never return to school as long
as Miriam was there.  It wasn't too late to withdraw and start again in the
spring semester somewhere else.  I wanted to get my two-year degree in
accounting but it would have to be delayed.  My eventual goal was to become
a Certified Public Accountant.  Miriam was sure to find someone else to
dominate when I wasn't there.  She seemed that type of person.

   For the next two weeks I didn't answer the telephone.  I let all the
calls go to my voicemail.  There were calls from friends, acquaintances and
even a couple from my coach.  There were none from Miriam.  I listened to
all the messages and then deleted them.  I didn't return any of the calls.
My mother finally figured out I wasn't going to school.  She wanted to know
why and I gave her a lame excuse which I'm sure she didn't believe but she
only said I should think about getting a job and left it at that.  My
parents are divorced and I live with my mom.  They've been divorced for as
long as I can remember and my mother never remarried.  I'm an only child.

   On a warm Saturday I heard the doorbell ring.  I was still holed up in
my room but I heard my mom answer it.  A couple of minutes later there was
a knock on my door and my mom popped in her head.  "You have a visitor,"
she said.

   "Mom, I told you I'm not seeing anyone," I complained.  The door opened
all the way and I saw Miriam standing behind her.

   "Hi, Carol," Miriam chirped happily.  "I came to see you.  Thank you,
Mrs.  Baxter." My mother smiled and closed the door.

   "What the hell are you doing here?" I hissed angrily.  "Get out!  You're
not welcome." I sounded angry but I was really shaking in my boots.  I was
feeling intimidated again.  Miriam acted like she didn't even hear me.  She
sat on my bed with me and smiled sweetly.

   "Don't take that tone of voice with me, slave," Miriam said.  "I can
still get rough, you know." She wore a short summer dress with plenty of
cleavage showing and bare legged with high-heeled sandals.  She was dressed
to seduce.

   "This is my house," I retorted.  "Besides, my mother's here."

   "I guess we'll have to be quiet, then." Miriam wouldn't take no for an
answer.  She caressed my cheek.  I tried to shy away but it didn't do any
good.

   "My...  my mother likes to hang out with me when I have visitors." I was
telling the truth.  My mother always found an excuse to show up when I had
my friends over even when I was a little girl.  I didn't like it then but
when I became a teenager I hated it.  That's why I stopped having my
friends over and started going over to their homes.  For once, I was glad
she was going to be her old nosy self.  "Come in," I said when I heard the
second knock at the door.  Sure enough my mother brought in some cold
sodas. She had three glasses on a serving tray.  I smirked at Miriam who
just shrugged her shoulders.

   I expected Miriam to just excuse herself after a polite interval and
leave but instead she started chatting with my mother like they were new
best friends and was soon on a first name basis with her.  My mother's name
is Donna.  I just sat there and didn't say anything.  I thought about
leaving the room but when I started to move Miriam gave me a warning
glance. I just wilted and stayed where I was.  I could tell my mother was
really taken with Miriam.  She seemed to hang on her every word but it was
just idle prattle.  After about 30 minutes Miriam said, "May I ask you a
question, Donna?"

   "Why certainly, Miriam.  You may ask me anything you want."

   "Well, I wanted to ask permission first because it's kind of
embarrassing...  to me that is.  You see, Carol's been teasing me about my
having a big butt.  Do you think I have a big butt?"

   "Certainly not!" My mother glared at me for my apparent rudeness.  I
blushed and wondered where this was going.

   "I knew you'd be polite and say that," Miriam replied, "but you really
haven't been able to have a decent look." She stood up and walked over to
my mother who was sitting at a desk chair.  Miriam pulled up her dress to
her waist.  She was wearing lacy thong panties and her back side was
entirely exposed.  I gasped and gawked.  "What do you think now, Donna?"
Miriam asked.  My mother gasped too and I expected her to order Miriam out
of the house immediately.

   I went into shock when I heard my mom say, "I...  I think your hips are
absolutely beautiful."

   "That's sweet of you to say that," said Miriam.  "You can touch my
backside if you want to.  Go on...  touch it."

   "I couldn't," Donna replied but allowed Miriam to take her hand and
place it on the teenager's olive toned ass.

   "That feels real good, Donna.  I like your hand caressing my bottom. 
I'm going to let you kiss it now.  Go ahead and kiss it.  Kiss my Puerto
Rican ass." I gasped again as I saw my own mother lean slightly and place
her lips on Miriam's rear cheek.

   "No, mother!" I hissed.  My mother finally seemed to wake up from the
spell Miriam must have placed on her and recoiled.

   "I don't know what got into me," Donna cried and stood up to leave. 
"I'm so sorry!"

   Miriam grabbed my mother and held her before she was able to take a
step. "I know exactly what got into you; the same thing that got into your
daughter." She pushed my mother to the floor and onto her back although
Miriam was gentler with Donna than she was with me.

   "No!" I cried but Miriam just looked at me as if daring me to interfere.
I just stayed on my bed and began to whimper.  I wasn't safe in my own home
and now this bitch from hell was assaulting my mother just as she had done
to me.  Donna lay on the floor passively and didn't try to move after
Miriam stood up.  She stripped out of her panties and positioned herself
over my mother's face which disappeared from view covered by Miriam's
dress.

   "I think you know what to do, Donna," said Miriam.  "Oh, yeah!  You're
doing it right." Miriam was squirming over my mother's face who didn't
protest at all.  "I'm sure your mother is a pussy licker from way back,"
Miriam added.  "You obviously never noticed her making a play for your
friends when they visited but I sure did.  Ooh!  You should be taking
lessons from her, Carol."

   I didn't think I could feel more humiliated than I was after my last
encounter with Miriam but now I was discovering I could feel even worse. 
My own mother was a Lesbian.  I started connecting the dots from years past
and now it all began to make sense but I was too stupid to realize it
before.  Miriam grunted a couple of times from her climax and stood up. 
She said, "Well, it looks like I have two slaves instead of just one; a
mother-daughter team to boot."

   "Please!  Just leave us alone!" I screeched.

   "Is that what you want, Donna?" Miriam asked.  "Do you want to be left
alone?" My mother hadn't moved from her position until the dominatrix spoke
to her.  She propped herself up on her elbow.

   "You don't need Carol.  I can keep you satisfied," my mother declared.
She started licking and kissing Miriam's sandaled foot.  Miriam smiled down
at the older woman debasing herself.

   "I guess I'm being greedy but I want to keep both of you," said Miriam.
She looked at me.  "Your mother's got the right idea.  C'mere and work on
my other foot."

   "Go fuck yourself," I retorted.  I jumped off my bed and made for the
door but Miriam was too quick for me despite wearing high heels.  She
caught me by my hair and pulled me back.  "Help me," I screamed but my
mother just sat there looking distressed and doing nothing to defend me. 
Miriam kept pulling my hair back until I was off balance and fell to the
floor.  I knew what was coming next and I didn't try to fight it.  I felt
defeated.  She was going to sit on my face and I was going to lick her
pussy until she came.  I was surprised and frightened when her pussy
descended on my face and cut off my air supply.  She was going to kill me.
I started to struggle some but it was already too late.  I mentally said a
small prayer and then I saw flashes of light before my eyes.  I lost
consciousness.

   The first thing I saw when I woke up was Miriam staring down at me. 
"How do you feel?" she said.  How did she think I felt?  My head throbbed.
I didn't say anything and closed my eyes.  "I wonder how many brain cells
died when I cut off your air supply.  I understand brain cells die real
fast when they're deprived of oxygen." That got my attention.

   "Please don't hurt me any more," I begged.

   "I told you I could be gentle but you wouldn't let me be gentle," Miriam
said.  She almost sounded regretful.  "If you lose too many brain cells
you'll start having trouble thinking clearly.  That would make me sad."

   The thought of being brain damaged was far more frightening than the
prospect of being Miriam's slave.  "I'll behave," I promised as tears began
leaking from my eyes.  I'd be the best slave ever if it meant Miriam would
be gentle with me.

   "I hope so," Miriam replied.  "For starters, you can start worshiping my
feet just like Donna." I looked over to my mother.  She was naked and
apparently waiting for Miriam's direction.  She immediately returned to
licking and kissing my tormentor's left foot.  I crawled over to start on
Miriam's right foot but she stopped me and said, "I said just like Donna."
I was confused for a moment and then realized Miriam wanted me naked like
my mother.  I no longer considered pride as part of my makeup and I quickly
stripped out of my clothes.  My only desire now was to please Miriam.  I
briefly made eye contact with my mother before she returned to her duties
and I began to copy her.

   "I made some decisions while you were taking your nap," said Miriam as
my mother and I worshiped her feet.  "I'm going to move in here with you.
Naturally, I'll be taking over the master bedroom." I heard Miriam's words
and it didn't even bother me.  It didn't seem to bother my mother either.
Somehow, it now seemed right.  She was the master after all.

   Miriam made several other decisions, of course.  Besides quitting school
I also gave up my friends and dating.  I'm now at Miriam's beck and call as
her hand maid and sex slave.  Nearly every day I spend time between her
thighs worshiping at her pussy.

   Donna still has her full time job.  The bills still have to be paid. 
When she returns home from work she becomes Miriam's devoted sex slave. 
I've never seen her happier.  Apparently Donna always preferred dominant
women even while married to my father.  She divorced him when she could no
longer tolerate being touched by a man.  I've stopped calling her Mother.
What's the point?  She's just another slave...  like me.  We barely talk to
each other unless it's necessary to carry out one of Miriam's orders.

   Miriam recently told us she may be acquiring another slave soon; someone
I know.  I wonder who it is.  I'm sure you're wondering too.  I'll keep in
touch.
   ------ The End ------