This story was first published on Substack. It’s now free there, and published here, with slight improvements.
You’ll want to have read Scene 1 to make sense of this.
Alina - the girl’s name is Alina - had been an entertainingly difficult conquest, not because she was not ripe for the plucking, it turned out, but because she was so hopelessly innocent, so terribly shy, so lacking in small talk that even Fawzia, an experienced seductress, had found it hard to make the girl realise what was happening to her (Alina was a math prodigy, and spent her free time working on obscure proofs - a total, happily absorbed nerd, her modelling career was a bizarre accident, but one which seemed to satisfy some previously hidden aspect of her personality).
To experience something new amused Fawzia; to be corrupting someone so innocent, so unworldly, so gorgeous, made it doubly zestful.
The day came, though, when, at a table off to one side of a select garden party for fashion types (Fawzia has significant shareholdings in several of the major houses, having made her first fortune backing breakthrough designers and new supply chains from Turkey in the 2000s), Fawzia decided that the direct approach was required. She had taken Alina’s hand, gently, caressed her cheek with the other, and simply told the girl; ‘The reason we’ve been seeing so much of each other, Alina, is because I’m going to be looking after you. And that means I’m going to be fucking you, like I’m fucking Susie and Yelena. It’s cute that you haven’t understood this, but it’s time - so - I’m just telling you. In an hour or so, pretty, Susie and I are going to take you up to Trudi’s guest room, then take all your clothes off, and kiss you all over, and give you many orgasms. And then I’m going to fuck you, quite hard, with my fist in your tight little pussy, while Susie licks your clitoris, and you’re going to come again, very hard, only that one will hurt, as well. And then we’re going to be lovers, for a little while at least. Susie will be here in a minute or two, and she’ll get you to take off your panties for me - you don’t wear panties any more - not ever. Your little cunt is mine - your asshole, too, your mouth and your sweet tits also, and I will have easy access at all times. You’ll get used to it, and learn to like it, never fear.’
Alina’a eyes had grown larger and larger as Fawzia spoke, and her jaw had slackened, so that her mouth fell open, a little, while her cheeks blazed that betraying red. Otherwise, though, she had hardly reacted, her eyes searching Fawzia’s face, although her expression was mild; her hand gripping Fawzia’s tightly.
Picture: Alina, aroused and confused
At last, she had made a strange little face, and let out something that was either a sob, or a stifled giggle, or perhaps both at once, and, moving her hand, as if without intending to, clutched convulsively at Fawzia’s wrist. Her eyes were intense, her mouth half open, but it was impossible to tell whether she was happy, or distressed.
It didn’t matter to Fawzia which it might be - what mattered was that her choice of tactics had been correct - it was clear the girl was going to be incapable of resisting, now, and the older woman smiled, encouraging, calm; It’s OK, pretty thing. I know just what I’m doing; it’s all been arranged with Marianna.
Marianna owned and ran the revered model agency that held Alina’s contract. Marianna liked girls in just the same way as Fawzia, but was far too subtle and sensible to become involved with any of her own stable. Fawzia - who was a free agent (enabled, too, by the boatloads of cash her investments provided), provided her with access to ‘girlfriends’ from other industries and markets, and in return, Marianna colluded with Fawzia’s pursuit of her own girls. For Alina, Marianna’s knowledge and consent around the totally shocking proposition that had just been put to her did nothing to lessen the shock, but did make the reality of it devastatingly believable. Just as Marianna had made the other awful and shocking realities of an early stage modelling career uncompromisingly concrete over the 15 months since Alina had signed up.
Fawzia saw some of the wildness go out of Alina’a eyes, and knew she had won, hands down; That’s right, lovely - it’s all part of the system. You’ll come along with me, and I’ll show you wonderful times and you can have incredible sex without messing with tricky boys. I’ll help Marianna make you a star and then, one day - really, not too long from now, I’ll get bored with fucking you, and let you go, and then you’ll make a fortune and have a luxury life. You’ll get magazine covers and launch perfumes and do great company tie-ins, and fuck who you like, and I’ll always be your supporter.
Alina’s chest rose and fell, her breathing gusty, reflecting her inner turmoil, but she was managing her expression and body language well, and she seemed to be going to speak. Fawzia stopped her lips with a gently but certain finger; Shh pretty, there’s nothing to say, nothing at all. It will all just happen, and you’ll find that it goes very smoothly, I promise. I’m going to kiss you now, so give yourself to me prettily, will you - there’s a dear.
Alina never quite understood how it had happened that, within a few tens of seconds, she was sweetly, eagerly kissing Fawzia, mouth open and soft, and loving it - feeling lust bubble up in the pit of her stomach, hot desire, but also gratitude, fulfilment, peace, somehow; letting Fawzia’s hand at her neck pull her in, giving herself to this force of nature of a woman, whose attentions and conversation she had failed to interpret for weeks now.
Alina wanted to lift her arms and hold Fawzia, but found that she dared not touch her. Luminous creature of the fashion firmament though Alina was - despite being in the throes of an open-mouth, public kiss, she was utterly unable to reconcile the words that still resounded in her mind, like some outsize movie gong; And then I’m going to fuck you, quite hard, with my fist.
Read the next scene of Fawzia and Alina.
It conveys exactly WHAT will Happen Alina. Like a brash and bold mission statement!!! There are small hints at a brighter future for Alina. BUT, she must let Fawzia use her as she wants. I can't for the action to crescendo!!!
I think I prefer the stories without men.
Good job there's quite a few of them! I do have a 'lesbian' tag, but don't use it consistently. I probably should.
It is indeed interesting; a totally different dynamic. There is a line in The Story of O where Anne-Marie says to O;
'Sir Stephen has never whipped the inside of your thighs, your legs spread wide apart? No? I dare say not. Men never know."
There is a complicity about a woman abusing a woman; an inside knowledge, an understanding that the real cost of becoming a slut is being forever cast out of solidarity with other women. I try to bring this out at various points; the girl judging herself as she is sure other women are judging her, as she would judge them if she saw them accepting the treatment that she accepts, responding as she responds; the knowledge of this judgement poisoning her ever-diminishing self-respect.
I like both, of course. There is an inherent violence, of course, in the sexual act, of penetration, which is powerful. At the same time a brutish man can almost be forgiven, for he 'knows not what he does'.
I have a draft of a story about a girl who falls in with a polyamorous setup - men and women, and it is definitely the women who drive the dynamic.
Weirdly, it's perhaps about 'care'. Women are stereotypically the 'caring' sex. The men turn up, demand beauty, desire it, punish it, fuck it and then fuck off. The women care about the quality of the suffering, and are prepared to put the work into the details of it. The power of the man is to obviously not care about the submissive, so that she dies inside. The power of the woman is to pay attention to the submissive, so that she winces at how obvious her degradation has become, so that the next demand is perfectly judged to have the maximum impact (again I emphasise this judgement borne of care with my Anne-Marie). Probably why my men have women servants or friends to do the messy, routine, hard work parts; the men just wouldn't have the staying power to do it right.
It takes Anne-Marie two weeks to get O ready to be branded. Sir Stephen turns up for the half hour ceremony, then disappears for another two weeks while she heals.
There is more from Anne-Marie.
After having O harshly whipped - on the skin of her inner thighs - she has O thank her.
".. and O thanked her. She knew very well why Anne-Marie had judged it above all else necessary to have her whipped. That a woman was cruel, and more implacable than a man, O had never once doubted. But O had thought that Anne-Marie was seeking less to manifest her power than to establish a complicity between O and herself."
Is there a "lesbian" tag? I don't see it on the tags page. It would be nice if the stories could be tagged with some of the activities in the story. I expect some of your readers would be willing to do that.
You are right, there isn't, and I'll happily make one.
Technically impractical for users to make tags, but I can ask for them to be suggested in comments, and add those to stories, without too much trouble.
Maybe I should do a 'meta' story about reader tagging...
In any case, I can go through and do 'lesbian'. Should that be reserved for stories which are women-only, or primarily involving women - or does a lesbian scene count? If you have the time, you are welcome to put comments on stories which you would like to be tagged that way - simply make a comment with the words you'd like to see added as tags. Perhaps a preface so it looks something like this:
"Reader tags: lesbian, spanking, humiliation"
... so that other readers will understand the comment, and also perhaps get the hint that they can add their own.
I can bin the comments once the tag has been added, in any case.
Other sites use the M/f, F/f- style tags, which are informative; I don't really like those; although these are clearly genre stories of a 'functional' kind, and I have no illusions about that, one can be elegantly functional.