Chapter 4: Submission

Carrie had hardly slept at all that night as she was up and down, tossing and turning all night long. She was at war with herself arguing both sides in her head with the occasional burst of frustration escaping as a scream into a pillow. She didn’t need someone calling the cops now, it was too late. She would see them in the morning so she screamed into her pillow instead of for help.

She had to go to work as she needed her job. It was her first shot at a wrung on the corporate ladder. She decided she should dress the way he had demanded just in case she didn’t stop at the police station. Just in case.

The police station was almost halfway between her apartment and work. She didn’t really have to make a decision until then.

Carrie had been his first hunt since they had set up Little Heaven which is the name Kitten had blazoned on a bronze plaque and set out on the gate at the entrance to their place. He loved it. In his way. It just made him smile, that’s all.

Danny was at work when Carrie walked in. She was dressed as instructed though slouched over and almost creeping into her cubical. He would have laughed if anyone else had on seeing her. She looked stupid, she was trying to hide her braless tits. ‘Oh, this is going to be fun,’ was Danny’s thought.

Danny’s cubical was directly across and up one row from Carrie’s cubical. They were eighty feet apart. In between their two cubicles were row after row of other cubicles with a hat rack sticking up, a plant, some boxes and when Danny stood up he could just see over the five feet tall divider walls. Through the many obstacles, he could see Carrie sitting sideways at her desk. It was perfect and that was why he hated her.

She never once acknowledged him when he was looking through all that garbage and seeing her. She never acknowledged him and he could not forgive her for that.

Danny didn’t know that Carrie was nearsighted and couldn’t discern a plant pot from his head at that distance without her glasses on which she would never pull out at the office.

Carrie was just an unlucky girl caught in a psychopath’s web.

He watched her off and on throughout the day and she never stood up and never left her cube. When co-workers stopped by to talk she kept facing her computer and never turned toward anyone. She was ashamed not to have a bra on. It was a long boring day for Danny and long anxiety wearing day for Carrie.

On Wednesday day Carrie showed up to work wearing one of her drab dresses. The kind one buys at the thrift store. Where Carrie shopped because she couldn’t afford to buy more expensive wear, the dress looked it.

Danny couldn’t stand seeing one of his girls dressed like that. He called Kitten and told her what he wanted. She called back a half hour later when everything was set. Carrie was to be in front of the office building at five fifteen that evening and a town car would pick her up. The driver would know what to do.

As would the shop owner and a special staff member she would be taken to see, all was set.

At four o’clock that afternoon, a messenger arrived with an envelope for Carrie. She accepted and opened it and read the contents. The girl in the next cubical couldn’t help herself, she was curious and she and Carrie were becoming friends, just Carrie did not know it yet.

She scooted her chair on wheels across the hall into Carrie’s spot asking what was it about. Was it from a new lover? One look at Carrie’s face and her friend raised her hands to her face crying, “Oh, no, someone has died?”

Carrie feels bad her associate thinks the worst and quickly tells her, “No, no nothing like that. It’s directions, to meet a car. I am going to a clothing store after work to pick up a new wardrobe.” It was all she could think of to say. She had never lied to anyone in her life. She didn’t know how to start now.

From depression to excitement her friend started jumping up and down begging her to let her come. To tag along. Carrie didn’t want her to but Sandy kept pushing and Carrie just wasn’t strong enough to say no and mean it so she finally agreed Sandy could tag along.

Danny did not know any of this. Oh, he had seen the excitement and chattering back and forth but he had no idea his plan was about to fall off the rails but in a good way.

Sandy was a closet lesbian and she had the hots for Carrie. She was enthralled with the thought of seeking Carrie naked. Sandy knew that with the right clothes and makeup Sandy could be a real hotty, well, a haircut too.

Sandy had masturbated to this moment for weeks. It was finely coming true or the opportunity at least would be there.

Sandy was in the closet for one reason and one only. What got her off was getting straight chicks to do naughty things. Sandy was a shark in a white girl’s body and she had a meal in her sites.

The problem was Sandy was a Blacktip shark swimming in a great white’s waters. Danny was watching.

The car driver opened the doors and the girls got it in. Carrie’s trepidation was being overwhelmed by Sandy’s enthusiasm and the trip to the store was short with Sandy chirping away. When the car pulled up the store owner was standing on the sidewalk waiting to open the door for his special customer of the day.

Sandy bound out of the car almost knocking the store owner over with her enthusiasm to get into the store. Carrie had to scoot across on the car seat to get out through the open passenger door.

Not realizing there was a second person in the car as he was only expecting one customer to arrive he had turned to watch Sandy run into the store and slammed the town car door shut as he was stepping away to catch up to Sandy.

The car door window hit Carrie right on top of her head and knocked her back into the car. The driver, who hadn’t got out because the owner was there to open the door, laughed at her miss fortune. On hearing her squeal at being slammed by the door the owner turned back, his face as white as a ghost.

He quickly reopened the passenger door and Carrie finally climbed out to his many apologies. She accepted his multiple apologies and tried to calm him down as they walked into the store. Sandy was already running at her with the perfect dress spread across her arms, thiswas just the start.

Finally, the store owner got Sandy to calm down and got to introduce himself as Mr. Victor Vinchensio, of Italy. This was his clothing boutique with him and his staff at their service. He bowed before the girls and Sandy had to titter at him.

Mr. Victor, as he asked them to refer to him, informed them that he had received instruction from Carrie’s guardian and that he had a range of outfits all laid out for her in the changing room at the back of the store. He escorted the ladies back there.

The changing room was a parlour, it was a larger room than Carrie had expected. It had clothing racks down two sides and a couch at the end of the wall from the one you entered the door through.

There was a small customer-curtained-off change area tucked into the corner of the room at the back as well. Change room and couch on that back wall.

Mr. Victor introduced them to an older lady at least mid-thirties older who was dressed to the tens, her face looked professionally made up and she hugged both girls on the sharing of their names.

Vanchesna would be her fitter and assistant throughout the process here in the parlour. When Mr. Victor took his leave Sandy caught a look on Vanchesna’s face that said she was a kindred spirit. Sandy knew she would get her wish for sure which caused her pussy to dampen and her smile grew bigger still.

As soon as Victor departed Vanchesna took charge. It was in her nature. Vanchesna was a dominatrix and she enjoyed humiliating little girls and she was planning on having lots of fun with this one. She also recognized Sandy for who she was, a vulture hovering about for scraps.

Vanchesna decided right then she would include Sandy in today’s games and then clapped her hands and said to her two new pretty little playthings, “Let the games begin,”

Kitten had used all of today’s services before. She knew the boutique she sent Cassie to and she knew what Cassie could expect. She had not known Vanchesna to pass on a bonus yet. Kitten was all warm and fuzzy inside having set the game in motion for her Master. She knew he enjoyed his games and she was happy to do whatever she could to make her Master happy.

Vanchesna had allowed Carrie to make her first two changes behind the curtain but this third dress had two simple spaghetti straps and could be dropped to the ground with a couple of twists of the shoulder. Vanchesna was holding another dress when Carrie went to take it behind the curtain and Vanchesna commanded her to simply drop the dress right there. She said, “You don’t have anything we don’t have so let’s stop wasting time and you just change right here.” Vanchesna was pointing at a spot in front of her.

Carrie would have to turn around to face Vanchesna and return to the spot being indicated. Carrie’s face flushed red. She was naked under the dress. She didn’t want anyone to see her naked. She couldn’t do it, wouldn’t do it. Sandy came around in front of Cassie stepping in between Cassie and the curtain.

She reached up and slid the straps off Carrie’s shoulders saying, “Come on Carrie we are all adults here and she’s right, you have a lot of options to try on and how many outfits do we have to pick?” Sandy was looking over Carrie’s shoulder at Vanchesna who said, “Six pieces with accessories.”

Sandy’s eyes lit up right in front of Carrie. Sandy squealed and tugged the dress down Carrie’s body saying, “She’s absolutely right we have to look at at least ten dresses before we buy one so that’s sixty dresses we have to see you in. Chop chop girl we have to get this show on the road.”

During her spiel, Sandy stripped Carrie of her dress and got her to step back out of it so Sandy could pick it up then Vanchesna handed the next dress to Sandy who helped Carrie put it on over her head. It was all done in the time it took her to say what she had.

Sandy stepped back to see the new dress on Carrie and gave a loud wolf whistle. Five seconds later Mr. Victor came through the door looking for trouble or something asking if everything was all right. The look on his face, the tension in the air from the recent exchange, and clothing change had all three girls burst out laughing, including Carrie, the tension was released as Mr. Victor withdrew not understanding why they were laughing at him.

Vanchesna went over to a small bar fridge under a rack of clothing and returned with a cold rose’. A lovely afternoon sipper as the liquor store guy had said that sold it to Vanchesna. All three girls liked it, it was tasty.

The guy at the liquor store had learned not to disappoint Vanchesna, she swung both ways. He had been a toy for a weekend but for some reason, he wouldn’t play twice, there were lots of little boys out there. She wasn’t too disappointed, a little though, as he would find when he weakened and sought to return for a taste of her honey.

Each of the ladies had a couple of sips of the wine and then Vanchesna put her glass down and asked Carrie to remove the dress she was wearing and put on the next one. Sandy immediately pulled the shoulder straps off her shoulders and Carrie let the dress fall and stepped out. Vanchesna handed her the next dress.

After ten changes the ladies had selected two dresses and finished the first bottle of wine. Well, Carrie had most of it. After the first and every second dress, Vanchesna would have a toast, then a big drink when they agreed on a dress to keep.

Or at least when Sandy and Vanchesna agreed on one. Carrie didn’t like any of the dresses to her they were all too revealing, the way she was raised.

Carrie hadn’t noticed but Sandy had become a lot more handsy. Every chance she had she would drag a finger across Carrie’s shoulder, her back even her buttocks.

Vanchesna was watching the action and encouraging Sandy with winks, nods and finger-pointing. Sandy never missed an opportunity. Carrie was becoming light-headed and giggling more and more.

The stress Carrie was under, the lack of sleep these last four nights, had the wine hitting her a lot harder than the other two. When Vanchesna saw Carrie stumble she put the wine away. She didn’t want her comatose.

They were on the twentieth dress and Carrie was getting hot, she was even sweating. Sandy hadn’t let up at all if anything she was taking even greater liberties, stroking a place longer than ever. Massaging Carrie’s shoulders even weighing a breast in hand during one fun conversation about tits.

With Carrie’s lack of life experience, she didn’t truly realize she was getting sexed up. Her inner primal drives were slowly taking over and with the inhibition being compressed under the alcohol. Sandy was warming her right up to her boiling point.

Vanchesna had been playing the long game, she had a side deal with Kitty. If Vanchesna could get Carrie willingly between her legs and work her tongue like a good slut, Vanchesna would be given a thousand-dollar bonus and she was nearing the time to pounce.

Sandy had Carrie laying back into her, they were still standing but Sandy was now rubbing Carrie’s clit in a slow circular way that Carrie was deeply enjoying. Her head was laid back on Sandy’s shoulder, her eyes were closed. Her lips were slightly parted and she drew in increasingly shorter breaths. She started to moan, Sandy drew her finger right up her slit. Opening her outer lips and Vanchesna watched a couple of pearls of pussy juice start tumbling down a vibrating thigh.

Vanchesna moved in front of Carrie and started adding her finger to Sandy’s now clit stroking action. Vanchesna slid a finger right up and into Carrie’s soaking wet cunt. Nothing slowed Vanchesna’s single finger and she smiled ear to ear at Sandy. Carrie was not a virgin, she was ready, Sandy had done an excellent job of preparing this little dove.

Carries panting was increasing as Vanchesna slid a second finger into her and started stoking her g spot. Vanchesna realized immediately that Carrie had an oversized g spot and thought it might be highly sensitive due to its size and it was.

Sandy had shifted her efforts into holding Carrie up now while Vanchesna brought Carrie closer and closer to orgasm. Then she signalled Sandy and in one move both ladies picked up Carrie into their arms and placed her on the couch followed by Vanchesna dropping to her knees in between Carrie’s thighs and driving her tongue onto Carrie’s clit and that on top of the g spot stimulation had Carrie screaming her orgasm out as she shot her female cum into Vanchesna’s face.

That wasn’t enough. Vanchesna stayed in between her knees until Carrie came two more times. Carrie was a mess after the third orgasm. She just wanted to close her eyes and go to sleep but Vanchesna hadn’t earned her bonus.

While Carrie was in the midst of coming down from the third one; Vanchesna stood up and pulled Carrie’s arm to drag her onto the carpeted floor in front of Vanchesna who then took Carrie’s place on the couch. Now Carrie was in between Vanchesna’s thighs as Vanchesna guided her head and mouth into her crotch. Vanchesna was on fire. She hadn’t had a virgin in a while, and she intended on enjoying this.

Carrie tried to balk when she smelled Vanchesna’s sex. Vanchesna was as wet as Carrie had been and her scent was almost overpowering for Carrie. She tried harder to pull back when Sandy was in her ear hissing, “Don’t be a two-faced little slut. You got off now it’s Vanchesna’s turn. She isn’t asking you to do anything she hasn’t done for you is she?”

Carrie couldn’t lie when she was asked the question. Her answer was, “No, but I don’t want to. I haven’t ever done anything like this before.” Sandy laughed and asked her, “Have you ever eaten an ice cream?” “Yes,” mumbled Carrie.

“Then you know exactly what to do, start licking her like she is the best ice cream you’ve ever had.” Carrie looked down into the shining shaved pussy in front of her. Vanchesna was more than ready, her dark red, inner lips were engorged and laying open, her portal was open, and her juices were dripping down onto her dark winking butt hole. Carrie couldn’t do it.

Then Sandy pushed her head into the cunt, literally. Carrie tried to sputter and pull back Vanchesna decided she had enough of this foolishness and she wrapped a leg around Carrie’s head and replacing Sandy’s hand pulled her into her cunt, firmly, so that Carrie couldn’t breathe properly. She was trying everything to push away from Vanchesna but couldn’t break the leg lock.

Finally, Vanchesna let her head up enough to breathe. “I can do this or you can give me what you owe me. Nothing is free in this life sweetie. Now get licking.”

As horny as Vanchesna was it still took Carrie over twenty minutes to give her the orgasm she owed. She was simply a poor pussy eater at the start. Vanchesna and Sandy had to coach her along but by the eighteen-minute mark Carrie had her technique down pretty well and Vanchesna came after twenty-two minutes.

Carrie’s jaw was terribly sore, her technique had been so bad at the start she overstretched her jaw muscles. She was told to never do that again when servicing a woman. Just men should give you sore jaws, according to Sandy anyway.

They still had two dresses to select so back to trying on another eight dresses until the two ladies finally agreed on the five pieces. Carrie had sobered up over the last hour and she was trying to manage her shame as best as she could when at the end, as Vanchesna was straightening up, Sandy said to Carrie, “What about me? You two got to have some fun how about me?” She had a pouty look on her face.

Carrie’s buzz was gone and was being replaced by an emerging headache. She had had enough of shopping, exhaustion was pulling her down now and she just wanted to go home. She knew what Sandy was suggesting and had absolutely no intention of doing that again. No! She had to put her foot down.

“Sandy, I am exhausted, I have not been sleeping well lately. I have never done anything,” she hesitated looking for the right words, and continued with, “like what happened earlier and to be honest, I am too ashamed to ever do anything like that again.”

Vanchesna, from off the side piped up, “That doesn’t seem very nice of you Carrie. Sandy has been so much help to you today and you won’t do a little something to make her day better? What kind of friend are you?” Vanchesna had not stopped whatever it was she was doing. She had spoken with her back to Carrie and Carrie did not like what she was hearing.

Carrie was about to defend herself when an angry-looking Sandy stepped right into her face and spoke in, a sotto voice, “Look, I am as horny right now as you two were an hour ago. I deserve my release too. What are the guys at the office going to say when I tell them you would do Vanchesna and not me? Would you like that?”

Carrie’s face crumbled in front of Sandy and Carrie started to cry. She didn’t deserve what was happening to her. She had always been a good girl and had never done anything even remotely bad in her life. She had been the perfect daughter, perfect student, and perfect little girl her entire life. Why was this happening to her?

Neither Sandy nor Vanchesna had a second’s sympathy for Carrie. With her hands up and now covering her crying face Sandy put one arm around Carrie and Vanchesna came over to Carrie’s other side and between the two women guided Carrie over to the couch and the two lesbians sat Carrie on the couch while they took a seat on each side of her.

Sandy placed her hands on the side of the broken Carries head and turned her head towards her offering sympathetic-sounding words to calm her, support her pain, and empathize with Carrie.

Then Sandy kissed her on top of the head, continuing to coo, then her forehead, her eyelids, and the top of her nose. Vanchesna started to gently rub her shoulders and her back, her hands offering softness and gentleness careful caresses.

Carrie was done sputtering now as Sandy placed a tissue over Carrie’s nose and Carrie blew. Just like her mother used to do when Carrie was upset.

Then Sandy moved in and kissed her. A peck on her salted lips. Carrie started to pull back however Vanchesna had her hands on Carrie’s shoulders and prevented the withdrawal. Sandy moved in for a longer kiss then poked her tongue into Carrie’s lips and Carrie opened her mouth. Sandy consumed her. Sandy, while kissing Carrie pulled her legs and knees up onto the couch and then rose over Carrie’s head, still kissing, their tongues in a whirly derby. Sandy sighted and found Carrie’s right breast and began another gentle massaging there as well.