The Descent Chapter Nine (Patreon)

“Look what mommy’s got for you!” Julie said excitedly, reaching behind the cushion to produce a large, powerful Hitachi vibrator, holding it up before Karen’s round and nervous eyes. “A nice little toy for us to play with,” she laughed, turning it on with a dramatic buzz that elicited a startled little jump from Karen.

    She reached down with her free hand, took Karen by the wrist, and pulled her reluctantly into her lap. Karen struggled and squirmed a bit, but Julie easily held her in place, wrapping her arms around her tightly and pressing her to her bosom until she settled in, her thudding heart and rapid breathing reminding Julie of a frightened rabbit.

     “Shhhh… just relax,” she soothed gently into Karen’s ear, rubbing her smooth bare tummy with her palm. Karen gulped, vividly aware that she was topless except for her tiny little bib that barely reached below her nipples.

    The Hitachi was activated with a piercing hum, and Karen barely had time to react before she found it pressed up against the front of her diaper with a low mechanical purr. Karen gave a startled thrash accompanied by a shocked squeal. Julie simply clamped down on her even tighter and whispered soothingly in her ear, holding the head of the vibrator steady against the front of her pampers. Almost against her will, Karen found herself relaxing, her muscles going soft, her body going limp in Julie’s vice-like grip.

    “That’s a girl,” Julie whispered, her breath hot and moist in Karen’s ear. “Surrender to me. You can’t fight it anymore,” she said hungrily into her ear. She was right; Karen’s will to resist had been eroded over the course of the evening, and she felt utterly powerless to stop Julie’s advances… even if she’d wanted to.

    She groaned, her thighs falling open so she could press herself against the head of the Hitachi, and Julie smiled when she felt Karen thrust her pelvis against the vibrator. “There we go. That’s my girl. You like that, don’t you honey?”

    Karen gurgled affirmatively, squirming in Julie’s lap, losing herself to her passion. Julie bent in to kiss the back of her neck, and she began to fondle the older woman’s breasts, stroking them and softly squeezing her nipples. Karen could only shiver and groan in response, thrusting herself against the vibrator as best she could. Her thighs began to quiver, her groaning becoming more desperate and passionate, and Julie knew she was teetering right on the edge.

    “That’s it honey… surrender. Give it all up. Abandon that big girl life you know just doesn’t suit you. Just give in and let Julie take over.”

    Karen groaned in protest and suddenly tried to struggle free once more, but It was easy for Julie to simply wrap her up in another steely bear hug while pressing the vibrator against her crotch. Karen growled, frustrated, further humiliated by her inability to overpower someone so much younger than she was… and utterly mortified by how aroused that made her.

    Finally, she just couldn’t hold it back, and once again, Karen found herself losing control. She shivered and groaned in Julie’s lap as her orgasm washed over top of her in a warm, wet wave. Julie smiled, loosening her grip and kissing Karen’s bare shoulder, savoring the sensation of her hot, sweaty body pressed against her, the way her breasts rose and fell as she struggled for breath, and the hammering of her heart in her chest. “That’s my girl,” she whispered, pleased with herself.

    In her lap, Karen gasped for breath and shivered, the searing heat of her climax ebbing away, leaving feelings of profound helplessness and humiliation… and a still smoldering desire that made her want to cry-- what, she wondered, could possibly compel her to crave this type of total disgrace?

     The next thing she knew, Julie was carrying her to her bedroom. Karen knew she should be struggling… but she was so exhausted after everything that had happened that evening, she simply hung loosely in Julie’s arms and allowed herself to be taken along. Julie settled her onto the bed, and Karen yawned sleepily, and for a moment, her eyelids fluttered… but before she could fall asleep, Julie’s throaty chuckle brought her back…

    “No no, sweetie,” she said seriously, “don’t fall asleep just yet.” Karen’s head lolled in the direction of Julie’s voice just in time to see her start stripping  down to her underwear. “You had your fun,” she reminded gently, unhooking her bra and turning to face Karen, slowly slipping it off to reveal her perky nipples before dropping it to the floor. “Now it’s time for mommy to have a little fun of her own,” she said, standing confidently before Karen in nothing but her panties.

    Julie crawled up onto the bed like a cat, lowering herself onto Karen so she could pin her to the mattress before planting a hot, wet kiss on her waiting mouth. Karen let out a groan, returning the kiss reluctantly at first, then with increasing passion. Julie rolled off of her, reclining on a pillow. “It’s time, baby,” she purred, reaching down to peel off her silky panties to reveal her immaculately trimmed pussy.

    “You know what to do, babykins,” she sighed, parting her legs and looking at Karen expectantly. Karen, for her part, didn’t even resist; she slowly crawled down to take her place between Julie’s legs, where she began to lick and nibble, timidly at first, then with more confidence when she heard Julie’s delighted reactions.  

    “Oh… oh yes… that’s right pumpkin… that’s what mommy likes...” She gave a shivery sigh and ran her fingers softly through Karen’s hair. “Good girl… good girl,” she murmured dreamily, egging Karen on, smiling at the sight of her big diapered butt wiggling in the air behind her.

    Glowing with a funny sort of pride, and pleased to have gained some power and control over Julie, at least for the moment, Karen forced herself to take her time and focus on every single detail of the job in front of her. Vowing to draw the experience out, she was determined to keep Julie suspended in a state of agonizing ecstasy for as long as possible. She grinned at the noises she was drawing out of Julie-- piercing, almost musical cries mixed with guttural animal grunts, Julie alternately demanding and pleading for immediate satisfaction. Karen smiled with slurping, smacking lips, ignoring Mommy’s demands and proceeding at her own pace.

     At last, Karen turned her attention to the plump, fleshy nubbin of Julie’s clit, broadly flicking with her sticky wet tongue, grinning to herself when she let out a howl and bucked her hips forcefully, nearly tossing Karen off the bed. But she held on, gripping the mattress tightly and hanging on for dear life as she went to town, teasing Julie mercilessly, kissing, lapping, and nibbling the most sensitive part of her anatomy, stroking and probing her vagina with her fingers for good measure. It quickly became more than Julie could take…  

    Julie exploded, her cries of pleasure nearly deafening Karen. Julie collapsed into an exhausted heap at the top of the bed. Karen grinned, pleased with herself… it was a momentary victory, even if she was going to have to spend the night in a massive adult diaper.  

    She crawled up next to Julie and cuddled in close. For the moment at least, she felt at peace, too exhausted to feel conflicted about her identity or her relationship with Julie or any of the rest of it. For the moment, all she craved was sleep.  

    Hovering on the edge of consciousness, Karen watched Julie sleep. The girl had barged into her life and shamed her, forced her to do horrible and degrading things, stripped her, spanked her, diapered her, and used her sexually. She had blackmailed and broken Karen, forced her into a compromising position and used it to totally undermine her status and identity…

    … So why, instead of feeling anger or regret or like a victim did she feel so utterly at peace with the whole thing? And why did she feel so grateful to the girl in her bed?

    Karen yawned softly, smacked her lips, and drifted off to sleep.