Strange Queens Ch. 04

Soon the conversation turned to Brianna, immediately locking onto the deep gash on the inside of her arm. She touched it lightly, now clean but still long and red. It reached just over half way from her wrist to her elbow and was on an angle.

'Well,' she began, Amanda's arm lightly around her waist. 'I guess there wasn't really much to it. While you guys handled up front, I was really the only person still able to watch the back. We shut the doors, but their rifle guy managed to pin a dart to the handle and push it inwards, releasing them. As soon as that happened at least four of us took darts, so the other girls took care of them and made sure they didn't crack their heads on the bouncing floor. Amanda and I were by the doors, and she helped me pull one of them closed, but she took a dart herself in the process. With most of the others out of it and one door left, I took shots at them and tried to knock them out, but it was too difficult a mark to make when the sniper was shielded by the windscreen. I couldn't get the door closed without an anchor, and Amanda was the only one who could help. In the end I decided I had to cover them somehow, so I grabbed my gun and stood there, in the open.

'I thought, if I can't get him, then I can at least take as many of his darts as possible. Fuck, who knows, maybe he would run out of rounds hitting me. I'd have done my job.' Brianna put out her hand and Amanda took it. They looked at each other. 'In the end, it didn't matter. Right as I lined him up, they swung out and he was exposed. We both fired and my gun exploded. I know it sounds ridiculous, but his dart hit my gun right in the snout, shattered it, and I think a piece of the barrel sheared away and slashed down my arm here.' She turned her left arm again to show the gash. 'I guess the heat from the propellant had heated up the barrel, because it seems like it cauterised it pretty well straight away. But I fell back into the van and then that was it. Blackness. I woke up just as you pulled up here.'

Rachel looked at the wound. 'A one in a million shot. His dart went right back into your gun and smashed it.'
'A million and sixty-five thousand, I think.' Katrina mumbled. Brianna smiled.
'It's okay. I got him right in the chest. 100 points to me.' She said. She smiled up at Amanda, and leant up to her. The girls kissed. 'I told you I wouldn't miss.'
Rachel laughed at that. Between the casual conversation, the clean, fresh girls, the absence of both chastity belts and stark grey cells and the happiness the two youngsters showed here before her, well, the world just seemed so right. If, perhaps, only just for a few moments.

Behind them, the second bed creaked and there was a rustling of sheets. Brianna jumped up and went to it. 'Mum?' she whispered. There was a mumble. 'Mum!' Brianna said again. Then she was on the woman, straddling the lump and hugging it tightly. 'C'mon mum,' she said as she threw the cover back and revealed the olive skinned Asian, the older girl with the beautiful complexion and porn-star worthy curvaceous form. She moaned unhappily at the sudden cold, but Brianna pulled her arm and she slowly swung her legs out and stood. The others watched, smiling and not saying a word. They didn't need to say anything, and besides, this was the mother and daughter's moment -- no matter if they really were mother and daughter or not. The Asian woman stood up and waved at them as Brianna pulled her excitedly to the bathroom. They all watched her as she stumbled sleepily towards the steamy room and disappear inside.

'I'll be back, okay?' Brianna said quickly to the group, before turning. The last thing the three remaining females saw was the small teenager's dressing gown drop to the floor in the doorway, her butt disappearing and the door swinging closed moments later. Soon, they could hear the shower running again.

'Well, I won't say it's the weirdest mother daughter relationship I've seen,' Rachel said casually. 'But it's sure up there.' The others smiled.

Amanda spoke up, now alone on the bed. 'Um, Rachel...' She began. Rachel looked at her gently. 'Well, I just wanted to say, um, thank you. I really appreciate you risking yourself to get us out.' Pause. 'You saved my life.'
Rachel didn't say anything back for a moment, but she reached out and took the tall girl's hand. They locked eyes and Rachel saw the girl recognise her sentiment as she looked into her big, round brown eyes. 'You're welcome.'

A muffled giggle echoed out from the bathroom, and the three sat back and chatted. Eventually, Rachel threw back the remains of her drink and set her mug down, scratching her body all over contentedly. A tiny part of her mind marvelled at the fact that she stood naked before two women, one also naked, one dressed only in a bath robe, scratching at her genitals and feeling completely comfortable about it. Three months ago she'd been a massive fan of men's hoodies and trackies, and a year ago she'd been even more self-conscious surrounded by boys in college. Now there were two very, very attractive women no more than a foot or two away from her own vagina, close enough they could probably smell her scent, and she didn't find it in herself to care. I guess I've just evolved beyond self-shame, she thought to herself. Why be conscious about it when these girls all have exactly the same equipment themselves?

'Excuse me, Ladies,' she said as she stepped past them both. 'I hate to leave, but I need a stretch and I have a friend in the room next door that I need to check on.' She made her leave, her bum disappearing into the light in the doorway, swinging it closed behind her. Katrina and Amanda looked at each other.

*

Rachel squinted slightly in the sunlight, the warmth blazing down on her legs and making her skin prickle. She felt the invigoration of nature surging back into her prison tuned body, felt it cleaning out her cramped and unused muscles and reenergising her mind. There was very little more empowering that she could remember feeling than the sensation of the wind and the sun washing over her naked flesh and sliding through every crevice in her skin. If she ever returned to normality, she promised herself idly as she raised her hands high into the air and let the cool air reach under her breasts, she would become a nudist. She was sure of that.

Stretching her arms and legs as she walked, still stiff from months of restriction, she strode casually towards a room she hadn't been into since Katrina had arrived from the motel office some hour or so ago, room 45. Jordan's room.

She reached the entry and tapped lightly on the wood, then she turned the knob and entered. Inside it was as dark as the other girl's room, the room of girls whom had all taken more than one dart and as such would all be asleep still. Lumps rested under the covers of each bed, three in this room, but Rachel could make out the silhouette of one form sitting upright on the far bed. She didn't need to analyse the tucked up legs, crossed arms and bent head of Jordan to know it was her. She could just tell.

Stepping over, she came up to the bed and whispered to the huddled form. 'Hey there. How you doing?' she asked. The form didn't reply, but Rachel could hear soft sounds coming from her. She sat on the bed beside Jordan. 'What's up? What's wrong?'

Jordan didn't move for several moments. Eventually, she raised her head from her arms, and Rachel heard the muffled sniff of someone with a stuffy nose, the nose of someone who'd been crying.
'Jordan, why are you upset?' Rachel asked softly. She put a hand on the girl's arm, but she pulled away. Rachel scootched up onto the mattress and laid down beside her, their weight pressing their hips together. Her arm was around the distraught girl's shoulders before she could do anything about it, and she let herself fall slowly into Rachel's arms.
'I let her down. I failed her.' Jordan said softly. Rachel tucked some hair away from her face and held her close, her head resting on her shoulder.
'C'mon, Jords. You didn't let any of us down. We're all safe, and it's all thanks to you.' But the girl shook her head.

'Not you,' she breathed. 'Chelsea.'
This caught Rachel's attention. She'd heard the name mentioned, in the times that Jordan had been under the effects of the drug in her morning drinks. She'd often moan the name as her brain dreamed up lustful porn scene after scene for her body, but other than that she knew nothing more about the girl. Whoever she was, Rachel thought, she meant a lot to Jordan for her to moan her name and to be in tears over now, especially since they had so much to be happy about.

'What about her?' she asked lightly. A sniffle and a sob from Jordan. 'She's the only person in the world I care about,' sniffed Jordan. Her hand went to her nose, then landed on Rachel's breast, open palmed, fingers on her skin, forgotten. Rachel realised that the woman was so distressed that she wasn't even quite aware of her hands and whether or not she cared about where she'd left her fingers. Rachel ignored it. 'And I let her down.'

Rachel lie there for a few moments, gently holding the girl as she wept. She couldn't help but feel absolutely helpless. Here she was, laying with Jordan, freedom finally theirs, and the girl was crying about her lover. Not that this was the bad bit; no, the worst bit of all was that Rachel didn't know who, or why, or how to help. All she could do was hold her and let her breast be her tear pillow. It made her feel horrible, and she knew there was nothing she could do about it. Not right now.

Eventually Jordan calmed down and sat up, only now realising where she'd put her fingers. She picked up her palm quickly, mumbling a sorry. Rachel's breast felt cold after having the warm palm on it for so long, and she became aware of the erect nipple there.. She sat up too and put her arms around Jordan, pulling her in close, and they hugged. 'Hey... Shhh. It's okay. I don't know how, but we'll find your friend. It's not lost yet, not even close. Shh.' She purred.

She held the girl for a long time, held her tight. Minutes passed. When Jordan finally seemed to be calm, they broke and she looked at her friend. 'Thank you.' Jordan sniffed to her. 'Thank you for caring. Thank you for helping me.' She breathed. Then she leaned in and kissed her, firm and gentle, loving but not lusty. They held the moment, and Rachel could have sworn for the briefest of instants she felt herself wishing she could just drain her consciousness away and love the girl before her with her entire being. But the moment passed, and the girls parted, and Rachel suddenly became aware of the fingers lightly dancing on her snatch. She looked down and saw the dark haired girl's hand between her thighs, her wrist turning lightly as her fingers tapped and traced her vagina. She looked up questioningly, her arms still around Jordan, but Jordan's finger went to her lips.

They kissed again, and Rachel once again felt that fleeting instant of submission seeping through her mind. Flashes of Katrina, of Amanda and Brianna, of her sister, of Jordan, all flashed through her mind's eye. She felt tiny pangs for each of them -- a pang of wrongness with Katrina, perhaps because she felt like she was breaking some unspoken bond between them. Flashes of the girls, Amanda and Brianna, of their innocent love. Her sister, too, and of her innocent face. But then they were gone, and the lips were there, and so was the magic dance of fingers on her pussy. Perhaps it didn't matter about them, she thought. Perhaps none of them mattered. Not right now, anyway. None of it did, except for the two touches from the girl before her.

Slowly, the two girls lied down, gently lowering themselves to the sheets below, Jordan's fingers never leaving Rachel's snatch, never ceasing their impossibly intricate dance on her tender lips. They never stopped kissing, either, never quite feeling passionate, but never weak enough to let Rachel slip free.
Yeah, she thought. This was fine. Of course it was. The others could wait, would wait, she knew, as she sunk into a comfortable, safe mental warmth in her bed with the woman. Just a little while longer.

* * * * *

Rachel found herself rousing to the sensation of her muscles tensing, her vagina clenching. She must have somehow lost consciousness for a moment, because now all of a sudden she woke to the feeling of her body responding to complete bliss. In an instant she went from disorientated to wide awake, her eyes flying open right as her body exploded. She was hit instantly in the face by a brick, an absolute wall of uncontrolled orgasm, every muscle in her body seamlessly synchronised as one as her entire body tensed and then instantly relaxed. The orgasm slammed into her and slammed hard, knocking the wind from her lungs and stunning her. She felt her cunt, felt the fingers buried inside it, clamp hard around the digits and she knew without doubt that there was waves gushing from it. Instantly she began to pant as the tsunami subsided and settled into fast, pounding waves timed to the rhythm of her breathing. She could feel her pussy pulsing, the blood flushing through her groin, her muscles contracting and relaxing in perfect unison as the slick fingers danced and slid on and inside her in a blur of pleasure and ecstacy.

A few moments later, she realised she was being kissed, and returned the favour, locking lips with the girl who'd just brought the inhuman orgasm from her. As soon as the worst of it had subsided, she slumped back, her body hot, her skin prickling.
'What the, fuck...' she breathed. Jordan's face appeared in the twilight dark as she settled down beside her, her fingers still dancing over and inside her pussy.

'Sorry,' she smiled quietly, an innocent pleasure-filled wickedness in her tone. 'That one was a little trick I learned on Chelsea.'
Rachel sucked in more air, still aware of her cunt pounding away despite her orgasm having mostly subsided. That wasn't quite true, though, because it was still going, the fingers flying over and inside her crotch never giving it the chance to stop. It was a spine-tinglingly powerful sensation and it left her mind scrambling for its thoughts. 'I, fell asleep, though.' Rachel panted. Jordan's teeth showed again, her fingers never slowing down for a moment, never letting her orgasm go or Rachel recover. Her pussy still rolled and clenched.

'Not asleep, no. Hypnotically induced orgasm. You just dropped your conscious guard for a moment and let your subconscious handle the rest.' She laughed shortly, Rachel still locked in place as her pussy continued to issue wave after wave of clenching orgasm. She was finding it hard to move, both physically and mentally, while it was still going. Her back was rising and her fingers curled against the sheets. 'Don't worry, it's an erotic tool people have been using for centuries. I learned it by trying it on her.' She snuggled close to Rachel's face, lightly pecking kisses on her jawline. 'I guess it works pretty well on you, too.'
Rachel was still stunned, her body tensing, her fingers curling, all of it completely uncontrolled by her. The entire thing, from tensed muscles to pulsing, rhythmic orgasm deep inside her pussy was commanded in its entirety by the fingers dancing over her cunt. That, she supposed, and her subconscious. Jesus, she thought, even her mind was breathless. She had no idea the mind, nor someone's fingers, had this much power, at least not the parts she wasn't in control of.

'Want to stop now?' Jordan asked her innocently. She managed a nod though her stunned tension, her hips still bucking. But the girl just grinned and flipped herself on top of Rachel, straddling her. She leant down and kissed her, passionate and tender, wrapping her legs around hers and her arm under the stunned female's back. Once they were in place, she finally stopped her magic touch and Rachel's pussy instantly relaxed, her whole body going limp. She could feel her cunt amazingly still pushing out cum, gently pulsing with the last of her orgasm, only now back under her control. She felt like she'd just done an extreme workout, and her body agreed.

Every muscle ached, and her stomach still rolled with the remnants of her erotic contractions. The fingers that had manipulated her vagina lifted off her crotch at last, twisting around and slipping effortlessly inside Jordan's snatch. There they rubbed in and out for a while before she removed them and pressed her hips into Rachel's, their wetnesses pressing together firmly. She traced the slick fingers up Rachel's body, leaving a light cool trail of damp on her skin, feeling the feather light touch slide up her breasts one by one and circle her breasts, leaving a thin layer of their juices on her firm nipples. Finally, they reached their faces and they parted lips for a second so that Jordan could slip them in. The girls sucked them clean, their rough tongues scooping up every last trace of the girl's ejaculate, the sweet taste of fresh sex shared between them.

A few minutes passed wordlessly before Jordan sat up, her cunt resting on Rachel's casually. She threw her head back and ran her hands through her hair, sighing.
Rachel looked up at her body, still flustered. She could still feel her pussy pounding from the memory. 'How the hell did you do that...?' she breathed. 'And more importantly, why?'
Jordan slouched and looked back down at Rachel. 'How is easy. I distracted your mind with physical stimulation then distracted your body with mental stimulation. I didn't do anything, really, I just coaxed your consciousness to let go for a moment and let your body work unhindered. You weren't really out of it for long, only about a minute max. You came back when your body came.'

Rachel blew through her lips. 'A minute...'
'Yeah. As for why, well, that one is harder. I just, kinda, had to. It sort of took me over inside. I guess my mind had to find a way to stop my sadness and reenergise me, and your body gave it the hint. Arousal. It just did the rest, and before we both knew it, I was knuckles in 'ya.' Jordan looked down at her and Rachel thought she could make out seriousness in the dim light. 'Look, I'm sorry if that was too much for you. I shouldn't have done it. I don't know you; I don't know how you might have handled it. I kinda just forgot that and did it.'

Rachel took a breath and let it out. 'It's alright, Jordan. I know you, I trust you. Hell,' she said, 'I enjoyed it. It was better than anything I've felt before. I just was confused.' She peered down. 'Hey, would you mind if we got up now? I don't think I can stay here forever.'

Jordan seemed to look down and see her body on Rachel's, and she quickly extracted her legs and lifted herself off Rachel. The sticky feeling of the sexy dark-hair separating her lady cave from Rachel reminded her of exactly how much she'd come. She put a hand down and touched herself, felt the sheets underneath her body. They were soaked, gummed up with her spoof. Fuck, she thought. I really did explode...

She sat up and got up, pattering round to the wardrobe and pulling out a towel. She did her best to clean herself down, mopping up the mess on her body before chucking the towel to Jordan. She caught it with a smile and followed suit herself. The girls made for the exit, and Jordan caught her arm.

'I hope that was alright for you.' She said. 'I'm sorry if I took you without you wanting it.'
Rachel looked at her squarely. 'Thank you. It's alright, I enjoyed it. I, well, really enjoyed it.' She said with a twist of her cheek into a grin. 'But do me a favour? Don't tell anyone about it just yet. I don't need you setting up a business here.' The two laughed and Jordan exited outside while Rachel stepped into the bathroom to survey herself.