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The Conditioners (mf, ff, tv, nc, mc)
by Marlissa (dealtv@hotmail.com)
Date: 1997
Both the characters and occurrences in this fiction are completely
fictitious. Please forward all comments to dealtv@hotmail.com
Prologue: The Conditioning of Amy and Kristen
The blinking light on the answering machine demanded immediate
attention as she closed the door. Amy Wheeden cursed softly as she
stumbled over a footstool in the unfamiliar darkness. The new
apartment was still strange, even after a month.
She hit the message button: "Amy, it's Tim. Look, I have no idea
what's going on, but we really have to sit down and figure this
out--"
"No!" Feeling vaguely foolish at talking back to the answering
machine, Amy smacked the rewind button and made a mental note to
talk to Kristin about getting an unlisted number. She knew Tim had
no idea where she lived now and that last change would sever that
final, faint connection. Fine with her -- his voice, once so
romantically appealing, was now unbearable to her.
And had been, ever since Kristen had entered her life.
Amy shook her head, remembering.
As deep as she was into her affair with her new lover, it was still
amazing to think just how much her life had changed in one short
month. She was still the same preppy, peppy blonde Amy Wheeden (the
Most Likely to Succeed, president of her sorority at Boston
College, Associate Account Executive at Morgan Consulting!). But
she no longer dated Tim -- or any other man for that matter.
Because, despite dating numerous boys throughout high school and
then college and afterward, she was now, at the age of twenty-four,
suddenly and hopelessly in love -- or lust, anyway -- with another
woman: Kristen Sternberg, a systems analyst with Morgan.
Too weird.
Especially since she and Kristen were practically opposites in
every way possible, except the one that should, and always had,
mattered most: gender. Amy was a longhaired blonde, somewhat on the
short side (if she was honest with herself) with a peaches and
cream complexion. She looked like she had been born to wear plaid
skirts, pink sweaters, and pearl studs -- the ultimate Deb.
Kristen, by way of contrast, wore her brown hair cut in the new
urban style and, at 5' 10", she towered over Amy. While Amy was
WASP cute personified with her button nose and blue eyes, Kristen
was a sultry Jewish girl with almond-brown bedroom eyes that were
determined in the extreme.
Nevertheless, a little over a month ago, Kristen had surprised her
in the copy room, barely a moment after Charlie, the security
guard, had gone by on his evening round. A tired nod to a co-worker
-- a mumbled apology as brown haired girl squeezed past behind her
-- and a slender, delicate hand that, unbelievably, reached around
from behind and gently squeezed her small breast through the pink
sweater as she stood beside the copier...
Too weird.
Up to that moment, Amy had never once harbored a lesbian desire,
even in fantasy. In later discussions, she learned that Kristen's
past was similarly devoid of homosexual desire. They hadn't even
been friends -- Amy had felt that Kristen was a too-trendy urban
artsy type and Kristen had pegged Amy as some white bread Barbie
doll wannabee.
And yet -- and yet -- there they were, her tongue dueling madly
with Kristen's -- her nipples stiffening under the influence of
Kristen's curious, sensitive fingers.
They had made love on the desk of Pamela Hennessey's office --
located conveniently near the copy room -- and then continued the
fun back in Kristen's apartment.
She came five times that night.
A marked contrast from the last couple of months with Tim, where
she had been unable to achieve anything even resembling an orgasm.
Neither girl knew why they had suddenly become so attracted to each
other. They did not really discuss it.
It simply was.
A week later, Kristen demanded Amy break up with Tim and move in
with her -- Amy was already learning that Kristen was going to be
giving the orders in this relationship -- and she had complied.
Since then, they had been intimate in Kristen's queen sized bed
every night. At first, the orgasms had come as quickly and easily
as they had that first night, with both girls dropping off to sleep
satiated to the point of exhaustion. After the first few days,
however, satisfaction had been harder to achieve. The sex was
still exciting and Amy's knees still turned to water in Kristen's
presence, but the girls had to go to greater and greater lengths to
reach the point of orgasm.
As with all other aspects of their relationship, Kristen took
charge, inspired to try new positions and techniques by the ever
increasing number of sex manuals and porno magazines she now
brought home on a regular basis. At first, Amy hadn't liked the
magazines -- they made her feel sleazy. But now...
Sighing, Amy shook herself out of her reverie and turned on the
light. She slipped out of her coat and walked into the bedroom to
hang it up.
A package sat on the bed with a note on top. The blonde woman
picked it up, noticing at once that it was written in her lover's
confident, angular script:
'Honey-bunch... I'll be home shortly -- had to work on the
Jackson thing for Joanne, Pamela and Julia. Why don't you put
on something pretty for me -- how about the things we picked
out for you in the Victoria's Secret catalog -- and wait in
the bed for me? When you're under the covers you may open the
present I bought for you. I think you're going to like it!
Wait for me before you use it, though.
Love, Kristen'
Amy looked at the package. She wanted to open it now, but if
Kristen came in and saw she hadn't done what she was told...
Kristen would be home soon.
The blonde woman shuddered, her pussy turning suddenly damp. The
previous night, Kristen had half threatened to spank her "next time
she disobeyed". Amy had taken it as a joke and answered back, but
Kristen had frowned. Afterward, the blonde woman had not been so
sure that it had been a joke. The girls' lovemaking had grown
increasingly rough as it became harder and harder to come. The
last few nights had ended with Kristen holding Amy's head tightly
clenched between her thighs, bucking and cursing long after it was
no longer pleasurable for the blonde woman.
Amy wanted to complain, but couldn't bring herself to do it. She
was becoming so accustomed to taking orders from Kristen -- it was
just easier that way.
Besides, the thought of Kristen spanking her...
She shuddered and went to obey the written command.
Kristen would be home soon.
Amy knew just what her girlfriend wanted to see her in. Kristen
loved her in frilly whites, just as Kristen preferred basic black
cottons for herself. Amy's lingerie collection was getting larger
all the time -- they both spent a great deal of time selecting
pretty things for the blonde woman to wear. The most recent
purchase had been a lacy white silk thong and matching tulip bra,
both of which Amy slipped into now, shivering with excitement.
Kristen would be home soon.
Finally snug under the covers, she plucked off the bow and ribbon
and opened the box cover.
It was a strap-on dildo. Mouth open, Amy ran her hand along the
hard, plastic object...
"Like it? I can't wait to use it on you!"
"Oh!"
Amy jerked her hand away, suddenly guilty. Kristen had entered the
apartment, surprising Amy. The brown haired woman had already
stripped to her black cotton panties. Her smallish breasts bobbed,
the nipples hard and red.
Amy didn't know what to say. She smiled at her lover and nodded,
her fingers unconsciously stroking the black plastic shaft.
Kristen was home.
By the time he had entered the bedroom, the two subjects had
already begun to kiss. Good-- foreplay was important between girls,
especially entertaining when the affection was artificially induced
as it had been for a month now.
He took a seat in the corner.
They ignored him as usual, but he wasn't insulted. He would reveal
himself soon, but the time was not yet ripe.
The brunette, the one he had chosen to be the dominant partner, was
being rather brutal with her pretty blonde lover now. The blonde's
head was securely caught between her rough bedmate's thighs. The
blonde girl seemed to know by this time what her duties were and
Amy attended to them, submissively lapping at the sex of her
demanding lover. Kristen, for her own part, had learned well how to
control and use the blonde for her own pleasure, with not a whit of
interest in whether her petite plaything enjoyed the sex or not.
That was fine with him -- he wanted the blonde conditioned to serve
and the brunette bitch was accomplishing that very thoroughly.
Eventually he'd have the brunette similarly trained, probably by
another female. He preferred to have females train one another --
it was amusing to watch and especially degrading if they weren't
lesbian by nature. But for now, he'd allow the brunette to continue
to do his work for him.
Especially the next little lesson she was about to administer on
his behalf. The expression on Amy's face was priceless as she
watched the stern, thin lipped girl adjust the straps on her new
strap-on dildo. Kristen pointed at the floor before her and Amy
dropped to her knees, facing the jutting black tool. With a sigh,
she took it in her mouth and began sucking.
The man leaned forward -- the Conditioning of Amy and Kristen into
lesbian playmates was about to take an interesting new turn. After
all, he had no real interest in turning his new pets into full-
blown lezzies. When the mission was complete, he had been told that
these two were his to do with as he pleased. Their new lifestyle
was simply a phase in their training as his personal pets. Of
course he wanted them to learn how to play nicely together -- he
would be requiring them to touch and hold each other often. But he
didn't want them to like it -- which was why the conditioning
was making it harder and harder for them to reach orgasm with each
other.
Soon, they would not be permitted to come at all.
Though they'd surely keep trying.
That little treat would only be granted by himself, their new, as
yet un-met master.
Tonight's private performance would focus on a new talent, one he
would expect any well-trained slave girl to possess. The brunette
would initiate the blonde into the joys and terrors of anal sex.
Taking direction from his Conditioning, she would not be gentle. He
sat back and began to enjoy the scene, as the brunette tore off the
white silk thong from her terrified lover and began the rape in
earnest.
The End