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Can't be Tamed {fate & mercury}

Lisa had only stopped for the last 12 hours before Demi was told to arrive. It would give time for Selena to rest. And indeed she was forced to be asleep when that hour arrived. Lisa was annoyed at losing her pet but Claire had convinced her to let Selena go for a couple of days, to avoid irreversibly breaking her. Lisa could be overly aggressive and Claire would talk to her about lightening up.

Miley, meanwhile, was rewarded for her active participation. After the second day Claire actually invited her as a proper guest. Sure it turned into sex again, but this time with one of those young girls kneeling between Miley's legs as she lounged at the poolside, an identical sight next to her with Claire clutching the hair of a brunette. She didn't exactly pal around with Miley, but made it clear that she enjoyed her company.

The inside of that warehouse was dark, almost unnaturally. Demi couldn't see the ceiling and the open door didn't seem to spill in as much light as it should.

But across the warehouse a spotlight shined down on an elegant, King-sized bed. Soft sheets and rose petals were spread on it, a scene from a fairy tale. And atop it a sleeping beauty. Selena was stripped nude, washed, and well-groomed. No hint of the brutal sex remained on her, She even smelled of her favorite perfume. For all that had happened she seemed unharmed.

Kim bit a fingertip, watching the cameras with glee in her eyes. What would Demi do? Would she be honorable, or devious? Kim's hand worked between her legs, making her purr out in pleasure. She did not pres the button that would transmit her distorted voice into the warehouse yet. Instead she just waited, her cameras hidden, to see what Demi would do as her finger hovered over the button that would slam and lock the only exit.
 
So dark. Demi kept peering into the darkness, trying to look around, to figure out where she was, what was happening. There were only really two reasons to call her here, at least, two that Demi could figure. Either the kidnapper wanted Demi "involved" in the sexing of her friend, or the kidnapper figured that Demi would be the easiest to bully into paying money. When the light shown down, or when Demi noticed it, things started to click.

Slowly the tall, teen starlet approached, looking at the raised bed. Rose petals, soft sheets, and sleeping Selena atop, looking downright virginal. Demi knew better, from the video, knew that her friend hadn't simply been laid out like this. but she found she didn't care. This was like something out of her sweetest dream, and she bit her lip as she thought of it. Again that familiar rush took her, swelling inside.

It seemed more and more like Demi had been called to start "playing" too.

"Well, I might as well get a little something out of coming to the rescue," she muttered, taking a few steps closer. Brushing aside her own hair, Demi leaned forward, lightly kissing her friend's lips. Nothing too sensual, just a mere brush of lip upon lip. Even then, Demi blushed when she came back up, almost wishing she hadn't. But how often would she get the chance, really?

She turned, looking around. Cupping her hands around her mouth, she called. "Hey, I'm here! What did you want me to do?"

Please say "Selena" flashed through Demi's mind at first, making her blush darken. No, no, no. her straight, innocent friend was completely of limits. No matter how hot she looked.
 
Kim squealed with delight and kicked her feet inside the little isolated control room. The cameras recorded every moment of it. The petite asian woman was recording every moment of it, and thrilled at seeing the two of them locking lips, even if Selena was asleep. It was like a fantasy come true for her as well.

When Demi had the guts to call out to her, she hit one of the buttons on the panel. In the warehouse, the door swung closed and locked, and it's location was completely lost in the eerie darkness. No way out could be seen now, just blackness all around with that one light shining on the bed and illuminating that small area before somehow stopping before lighting up the rest of the place.

That distorted, computerized voice came over the speakers installed in the ceiling, seeming to echo from above like the voice of God. "Judging from your outfit and actions so far, I think you already have a good idea of what this is about. Don't play coy Demi. People think Selena is the smart one, but that's nerd smarts. You've caught on faster than Selena or Miley."

Miley had been carefully omitted from the tape, and any mention of her being involved was carefully kept from Demi. "Now, Demi, I am going to offer you a choice. You may stay here, with Selena, and she will be yours. You will come to no harm, and it will never be revealed to the public whatever you choose to do to her. Or, I can open that door again. You may leave, alone. Selena will be released tomorrow, unharmed, with no memory of her ordeal. She won't know where she was, and it will just be a mystery to the world."

Kim grinned sadistically as she leaned in towards the monitors displaying the warehouse in full detail, cutting through the mystic darkness that really only existed inside Demi's mind. The warehouse was actually quite well-lit, even if the singer couldn't see that. "So choose, Demi. Face the unknown, and have the thing you want most... or return to your happy little life, knowing that Selena will never choose you, never give herself to you, and will always think your feelings to her are wrong. She cannot deny you here, Demi. You saw the tape. She can grow to love it. She fights it now, with us. But do you think she would not choose to sleep with you instead of us, if we gave her the choice? You know she would at least prefer it be with her friend, if it's going to happen. And it is."

"So choose. Will you stay, or go?"

Kim waited with bated breath, the small jewel clutched in her hand ready to be crushed and complete the spell she had prepared. Ohhh, say it Demi. Just one little word, and we will have the time of our lives. Make the right choice. I'll have you either way, but how much sweeter it would be if I didn't have to tie you down.
 
Wait, Miley was involved too? Selena had mentioned something about noticing weird behavior, but Demi had more or less written it off. Miley had been getting wilder and wilder, determined to tick Daddy off, really. Shame, because Billy Ray really was a decent guy. It sounded like Miley got caught.

Stay, and Selena would be Demi's. No harm. No foul. Or open, and Demi could leave. the words sounded so sweet. Demi could finally have her friend. Have that sweet little angel all to herself. She could make that face contort with pleasure, taste those sweet lips, hear those sweet cries. No more of that crap with other guys. It was here, laid out for her, fresh for the taking.

But it felt so wrong.

Demi squirmed, she looked at her friend. More and more lately, Demi had been doing things that were definitely wrong, while Selena walked the straight and narrow. Yet now the older girl was there, prepped and ready, like some kind of princess. Offered by dark forces for demi to have for her very own.

"Sorry, Selena," muttered Demi. but she was tugging at her shirt, walking closer. "But I love you too much."

Within moments, the younger brunette was between slumbering Selena's legs, her lips and tongue eagerly seeking out lips she'd wanted for years.
 
Kim's triumphant grin was wide as Demi made the decision without speaking it. She gave Demi her moment. Just long enough for her to have that moment, to start tasting her. She didn't stop Demi before Selena's flavor was on her lips, but she also did not wait for her to get more than a few seconds in.

The crystal was broken between Kim's fingers, and a green mist enveloped her. She reappeared int he darkness, grinning as she stepped from it into the light where Demi could see her.

Though she was clearly in her late twenties or early thirties, her youthful features and petite build meant she could pull off the style she had chosen for today rather well. It was the sort of thing one would expect a younger girl to wear. Her tight tube top was cut low, showing the upper laced edges of the strapless black bra beneath.It left her midriff totally exposed, and her pleated mini-skirt didn't quite go low enough to cover all of her thighs. Her shoes were expensive but the heels weren't steep, the kind made for dancing. A bit of jewelry that laid in a comfort zone between being being cheap and gaudy or overly expensive and classy for the outfit adorned her wrists and neck. She even had a diamond shining in her navel. Overall she looked like any one of Demi's fans, though a few years older.

"Good. I knew you would make the right choice, Demi." Her voice was no longer masked, and her cute little lips curled up into a smile as she approached the bed sensually, swaying her hips. "I am Kim. My friends captured Selena, but I am the one who convinced them to let you have her. Lisa, the woman in the video, did not want to share her. So before you say anything, remember that taste on your lips is there because of me."

She ran her eyes over Demi in an obviously lustful way, the way so many guys had looked at her. This Asian woman honestly seemed a little bit off her rocker, but then if she'd wanted to hurt Demi she could've done so a dozen times by now judging from her ability to set this all up.
 
Oh, how sweet Selena tasted upon Demi's lips. Demi had started with the chastest of kisses, just at her friend's nethers, then almost immediately began hungrily eating her friend, wanting to scoop out the wonders inside. Demi was well into it when she heard someone coming.

Demi jerked her head up, expecting to see the woman who'd been tormenting Selena, most likely angered. Instead, she saw a slightly older woman, dressed much like one of Demi's fans. In all honesty, she looked like someone that Demi wouldn't mind making out with, though there was something in the way she moved, in how she spoke, that sent a tremor down the closeted lesbian's spine.

The taste was because of her, and now the Asian, Kim, seemed to be eating Demi with her eyes. It made her back up, a hand pressed to her lips, smearing aside the saliva that had already started to gather there. Demi really, really should have known better. But she wasn't her friends; she didn't have their savvy.

"So, uh, what do you want with me now?" she asked, shifting. It took all she had not to blush, caught as she was in the act of taking her friend in a very sensual manner.
 
Kim laughed at the question. An honest, genuine laugh. It was melodic in a way. Though she did indeed have a slight air of instability about her, she was really a gorgeous girl. In her teen years she would have been every Japan fan boy's wet dream, and even now she was one of those lucky Asian women who maintained a young look. Some kept it well into their forties, though Kim wasn't going to fool anybody into thinking she was a teen. A college student, on the other hand, that might be believable. But if she dressed more seriously she could change perceptions about herself quite easily. She just had one of those bodies.

"Don't be stupid!" She walked right up to Demi and reached out, placing her ring-adorned fingers on the younger girl's cheeks. She was just an inch or two shorter than her new best friend. It made it easy for her to press her lips to Demi's in a sensual kiss. Her body followed the action and pressed both the softness of her breasts and the sharpness of that little navel stud into the taller girl.

Selena's sleep would last until Kim willed it to end. And oh, she would wake. But first, Kim wanted a little chat with Demi. And though no words were coming her tongue was most certainly holding an interesting conversation with Demi's. It was one that disregarded the bizarre circumstances of their meeting and served the purpose of distracting Demi from the hypodermic injector pressed into her unguarded back. The needleless injection caused a sharp and momentary pain as it forced the love poison through Demi's skin and into her bloodstream. The liquid would take but a minute or two to start to kick in, just needing time to circulate to her heart and through the rest of her body.
 
Demi tensed as hands took her cheeks. Those eyes widened, looking into the attractive Japanese woman. Demi hadn't ever really been one to favor the Oriental look, but she was certainly someone who favored women, particularly those who looked younger than they were. One only had to look at the girl on the table, who could easily pass for someone in their mid-teens, to realize that. So Kim looked very much like someone Demi wouldn't mind spending time with.

Lips pressed together. Demi's eyes widened in surprise, but soon enough her lips moved in response. She didn't recognize the woman, but she could guess easily enough what was going on here. Besides, Kim was a damn good kisser, easily the best that Demi had ever had. Though, she hadn't really gotten to kiss Selena yet, and this felt a lot like cheating, especially after Demi had just picked her friend.

A sharp pain in the girl's back, a gasp from her, letting her mouth open just a hair wider for the invading tongue. Not that Demi wasn't already cooperating, wasn't already feeling her pussy moisten. When the medicine hit, it would find a highly sexual girl ready for it, and she'd likely nearly cream her poor, designer panties.

Demi somehow managed to part lips, her eyes already glistening with excitement. "Who are you? What's going on?"

Not "stop" or "I don't want this." Not from her...
 
Kim tossed the injector aside once she was done with it and gasped for air when Demi broke their kiss. She looked into her eyes with a wild grin plastered across her face, her own eyes quite excited as well. "Do you really give a shit right now? I'm someone powerful enough to do whatever the fuck I want to you, but I'm also a fan. So I've decided to make you mine. We'll figure out what that means later."

The Japanese woman slid down to her knees, hands pushing clothes out of the way so she could lay kisses along Demi's tummy. He hands circled around and grabbed the singer's ass through her tight jeans. Kim's brown eyes looked up at her from that position and interrupted her kisses only to speak. "I can wake her up whenever I want, but she'll probably be freaked out. Lisa - that's the black girl - scared the crap out of her. Claire and I were hoping you could calm her down. Or... we could put that off for a moment... and I could fuck your brains out right on top of her, while you do whatever you damn well please to her. I don't care, she's going to be our fuck toy for years to come, we can start however you like."

Of the three, Kim was perhaps the most devious. While she was making it appear as if Demi had plenty of choice in the matter, but the truth was that she had very little. There was not much she could do if Kim decided to rescend this illusion of choice that she was offering. There were fail safes everywhere, and Kim could make any number of bizarre things happen. After all, she was still watching from the control room, masturbating and recording everything. Or at least her doppelganger was. Once they combined again tomorrow, all of her double's memories and actions would incorporate back into her. Literally, she was in two places at once. Demi didn't have a chance.
 
As Kim spoke, she revealed more and more of her plan. Demi was beginning to put the pieces together, and had realized that perhaps she'd chosen wrong. she'd seen the Saw movies, she knew how sadistic people could get. This could be one of those freaky tests. Only sexy, with a Japanese woman kissing at your stomach, making you suck it in, even while wishing that there wasn't a little diamond stud there to play with. Plus hands were on Demi's ass, gripping them tightly, almost groping.

Kim spoke. Demi listened, her eyes going wider. Wake up and calm down her friend. Or get fucked by this wildly beautiful, likely crazed Oriental woman. Said woman was already kissing along Demi, and already had seemed more than skilled at what she was doing. The selling point was the "you do whatever you damn well please to her." Demi hadn't fully realized how deeply her lust for Selena went until she heard those words. They were like a switch, flipped on her body. Nipples went hard. Sex went moist. Pulse raced. Everything seemed to slide into place.

The medicine might have helped, but Demi didn't know of that, now did she?

"I want to fuck her," she said honestly, looking over at her friend, her eyes hungry. She actually wanted that. wanted to make love to Selena, to fuck her friend stupid, to take her and claim her. Almost immediately Demi felt possessive, and like she wanted to go rounds with this Lisa woman...
 
Kim let out a little moan at Demi's honest answer. This is why she had picked her. Perhaps Selena was a little more attractive, if only for her amazing face and cute, innocent features. But Demi had a personality much closer to Kim's than Selena or even Miley. She didn't hesitate to embrace this new life, even though Kim could see some trepidation about her ultimate fate. Demi probably didn't realize just what deep trouble she was in yet.

"Ohhh, I know you do. You looked like you were enjoying her pussy. I could taste her on your lips." She giggled and played with the stud in Demi's navel with her tongue for a moment as her fingers squeezes harder against the denim. She purred almost like a kitten before pulling her head back and standing once more.

Kim raises a single finger, tapping it against Demi's lips. "There. It's done. I'm sure you've seen Sleeping Beauty." She walked to the bedside, reaching out to place a hand on Selena's leg. As she spoke she walked upwards, trailing that hand slowly up the leg and on to her tummy. "Think of this as your own personal version. With Selena as your princess." Her hand brushed over an bare breast before moving all the way to Selena's head. Kim's finger now traced circles over Selena's unconscious lips. "One little kiss... and she will wake."

The slightly crazy woman turned back to Demi with a huge grin. And then, with a snap of her fingers, another spotlight shone light on an area near the bed. With a simple stomp of one foot, the thick wooden trunk that was revealed opened it's lid all on it's own with a loud creak. Inside was a treasure trove of sexual delights. Dildos, vibrators ranging from the little egg-shaped kind to large phallic ones, a riding crop, some basic light bondage gear like handcuffs and silk rope, lubricants of all varieties, gags, strap-ons, lingerie. There was even a smaller wooden box containing a variety of pills and small unlabeled glass vials with various fluids inside, though Demi would have to open that box to see it's contents.

"But I thought you might like some party favors for when Selena joins our little sleepover."
 
Demi blushed again, squirming. She wouldn't admit it, but she'd always felt like she'd had a freakishly high sex drive. All the acting out, all the kisses of other girls, it had all been her attempt to get it under control. and maybe, just maybe, an attempt to get Selena to pay a little more attention to her. Whatever it was, it had apparently gotten this woman's attention, and now she was squeezing and moving.

Demi's eyes blinked as her lips were tapped. Then she saw Kim approach Selena, running possessive hands along the skin. One little kiss, and Selena would awaken. but surely it wasn't time for that, not yet?

Apparently Kim agreed, though Demi couldn't believe what the older woman showed her now. It was as though she'd had a sex shop stowed away in a chest, devices and tools that Demi had only heard of, let alone used. Horny she may be; experienced, she was not. Like most of this trio, Demi had had a few fumbling attempts with a boy, just enough to let her know that boys in general sucked. Like Miley, Demi had been pierced, though her boy had barely made it inside before cumming, actually getting his sperm all over. That's when Demi had convinced her parents to give her birth control "for menstrual issues."

the tools in that chest though, they were far beyond anything that Demi had used, far beyond anything she was comfortable with. Unlike Miley, Demi was not some closet dom, some wicked little thing. She was, instead, a slightly scared girl with a major crush, who just happened to have been given that crush on a silver platter.

"I, um, don't know what to do," Demi admitted, taking a step toward the box and peering inside. "I don't really think I want to tie her up or anything..."

Because of something that Kim might not have realized: Demi loved Selena. The idea of hurting or tormenting her friend was nearly incomprehensible.
 
Kim watched curiously, not really knowing how Demi would take things now. She knew Demi might love Selena, but was not really sure. Oh, she could gauge it now, but the media didn't give her the information she needed to really know them past the fact they either were genuine friends or running a life-long career partnership that went to rather ridiculous levels. Now she was sure it wasn't an act, and that Demi's feelings went beyond simply lust. That revelation just made her grin, as it was exactly what she'd hoped for.

Part of Kim wanted to run off with the two of them right there. And if she wasn't so scared shitless now that Claire was the owner of the book, she probably would. But she had to stay on Claire's good side. Lisa, however, was still open game to fuck with and steal from. Poor Selena may belong to Lisa, but Kim knew she could be a neglectful mistress. And she also wagered the African witch wouldn't want to care for Selena all the time. Kim planned to convince Lisa it was easier to let Selena and Demi stay together so she could watch Lisa's pet while she was off... sucking off priests, eating babies, whatever it was that monster did when she left the mansion. Kim didn't care, she regretted being roomed with her in college in the first place. Claire was the only thing that made that bearable. Her and the sex.

"Ohhh, don't rush yourself. These can wait if you're not ready." She approached Demi with a giggle. "But I think we should break the ice on something before we go any further. You're no doubt wondering how I managed all this. So please prepare for a shock and don't scream. I am a witch." Kim enjoyed showing off her power, and the idea of making the woman she was such a fan of perhaps be impressed with her for a change.

As more of the book opened, the three had found their powers developing in distinct ways. Kimiko displayed one of her unique gifts to Demi as proof of her power. She held up one of her hands, and a ball of pink fire appeared in her upturned palm. If that was some sort of trick, it was a DAMNED good one. And it got even more impressive as Kim raised her palm to her mouth and blew gently. The fire blew out and elongated, forming itself into the image of a small Chinese dragon that flew to Demi and coiled around her body. The fire did not burn, and the dragon seemed more content to nestle against her soft body than do anything threatening.

If there was one power the other two wished Kim hadn't acquired, it was Heartfire. A physical manifestation of one's passion in the form of ethereal fire, which could burn or not at it's owners will. All she had to do was let loose her unbridled passion, and with her warped mind that could become extremely dangerous if Kim ever really snapped. Fortunately, Demi would keep her entertained for a very long time, probably a good thing.
 
For the most part, Demi's attention and eyes were glued on poor Selena, replaying the scenes that she'd watched. This meant that Demi was growing steadily more and more aroused though, coupled with the love medicine that was now swimming through the veins. The girl who suspected she might be a bit of a nympho was certainly becoming one now.

Wait till we're ready. Break the ice. For a moment, Demi hoped that meant some more making out. maybe if Kim revved her more, Demi would be ready to take her friend. Though, honestly, if Kim said that Demi was free to start eating Selena out, the younger girl would be all over her friend. Even now, she was thinking about that taste, how sweet and tangy.

That thought left though, ignited in a blaze of pink fire. Demi jerked away, then actually backed up several steps. She walked around her friend, stopping when she was on the other side, with the bed between Demi and Kim. The sleeping beauty thing, the whole setup, even taking Selena.

"You're witches!?" yelled Demi, her voice far higher and louder than she'd intended. Considering that, like her friend, Demi had a singer's pipes, that turned out to be quite loud indeed. "Nuh uh, this isn't happening. No way is this happening. It's all some kind of crazy dream, and I'm going to wake up and have to try and explain it all to Selena. Yeah, that's it. Because there's no way you're a witch."

But Demi was dancing, thinking of a dragon made of pink fire, of her bound and naked friend, and her own mounting arousal. the latter two were certainly outweighing the former at this poitn.
 
Kim's whiplash personality became apparent at that point. She didn't like that reaction. She wore that on her face, sneering. She waved her hand, and the dragon came back to her, leaving Demi alone. She comforted it and pet it as it licked her cheek, acting as if it was a real thing. "Shhh, it's okay. DEMI! I told you not to scream! You're scaring him!" She kissed the dragon on the nose and snapped her fingers, and it simply flamed out of existence as if it's fuel had run out.

Kim approached the bed, growling as she began to circle around it to Demi. She didn't look happy or cutesy anymore. "I told you before not to be stupid! What do you want me to do next to prove it?! Oh, how about this?!" She stared right into Demi's eyes... and then, suddenly, Demi was staring back at herself from Kim's body.

"Mmmmmh... believe me now?" She grinned at Demi - or was she Kim now? - and ran a hand over Selena's cheek gently. "Want to watch me fuck her in your body? Put on one of those big toys, lube up her little ass, then kiss her just before I shove it in? I was showing you proof the nice way."

As if it had never happened, Demi found herself back in her own body after just those few seconds it took Kim to prove her point. Demi had clear memories of her body saying and doing those things, but also of seeing them from Kim's body. There was no possible way to fake or trick something like that, either Kim was telling the truth or Demi should seriously consider rehab. Again.

Back in her cute little Japanese body, Kim crossed her arms and smirked. "So are we done playing stupid? Cause there's a lot more to that tape. I could show it to you, show you just what happened to Selena after Lisa ate her out. Oh, did you know Miley was there? Yeah, she was getting her brains fucked out and telling them what to do to Selena. I can prove that too. Ohhh, those two... they're not nice like me. But I'm only nice to people I like, and I don't like stupid people who deny the obvious. You want me to like you, right Demi? Cause if I like you, then we can play nice." The cute quality to her voice didn't match the words she spoke at all.
 
Shushing, snapping, and Demi was feeling even more panicky than she'd figured only a moment before. Little doubt as to Kim's sanity remained in Demi's mind now. Clearly this woman wasn't quite right, wasn't nearly close to normal. Demi was just about to ask, beg to call this whole thing off, when she suddenly found herself looking at... herself.

Demi gaped, not believing it. A glance down confirmed: she was in Kim's body. Kim was in hers, touching Demi, running over. It didn't help that Kim-Demi's words painted a picture that aroused Demi-Kim. Also didn't help that apparently Kim's body had been just as aroused, if not more, than demi's before this started. it actually felt like she'd been halfway through masterbating when all this had started.

Maybe Demi just needed more rehab. Though this was one hell of a trip, and like nothing that she'd experienced before. Even with her "slightly off" mind. Demi reeled, trying not to think of what Kim said and finding that exact scene playing it. It even sounded like them.

"I-I don't like this," she whimpered. But her nipples were two hard beads now, and her sex was starting to ache. Demi wasn't sure what caused it, probably witchcraft or something, but she knew that she had to get relief somehow. she also had to get Selena out of there. Mmm, Selena... Demi found herself stroking her friend's leg, again imagining. Demi's fingers were trailing up before she even realized it and the jerk that came seemed almost out of place.

What now? Demi looked at the witch, realizing who was in full control of the situation. It terrified her, almost as much as it aroused her. What to do now?
 
Kim sighed in relaxation as she saw that look into her eyes. She seemed to read Demi like a book. "WELL! That IS the question, isn't it?" It was as if she'd read Demi's mind and heard that unspoken question. "You relax, and go back to when you were about to get your brains fucked out by a hot bitch. Yeah I've got magic, and I'm scary. You should've been scared when a stranger abducted your friend and invited you here. You chose to with that person and Selena. Does that fact that I use magic really change it that much?"

She grinned wide. "Besides... this is better. Ever wanted to feel what a boy feels, entering a girl?" She snapped her fingers, and a huge television screen mounted on the warehouse wall, angled diagonally down at them, played that tape again. This time the angle was wide, showing Claire and Miley. It also showed Selena's virginity being taken. The camera fully showed both Selena and Miley's pussies being penetrated.

"You can do that to Selena. It works, you feel EVERYTHING. I know the boys you tried sucked, but we aren't boys. We can use their equipment better than they can and it feels GREAT. Oh, starting to wonder about your body? Yeah, I pumped you full of magic with that injector. This is just the start!"

Kim walked to Demi quickly, wrapping her arms around the singer from behind. Small hands grasped at Demi's breasts, and Kim ground her pelvis against Demi's ass. She was aggressive, but not threatening. She was right back to being horny, happy Kim. "I can show you so much... stop being afraid of what I can do, because as long as you fuck my brains out whenever I ask, you get all the sex and all the Selena you want, in more variety and quantity than you ever could without me."

Kim's nipples pressed into Demi's back through her thin top. The Asian woman was certainly just as into this as Demi, and now was even panting into the taller girl's ear. One of the hands on her breasts rushed down past her tummy, skillfully unbuckling her belt and unziping her jeans. That hand was desperate to get inside the underwear, to find Demi's aching and throbbing sex. And when it did she confirmed the skill Demi suspected. Her fingers set right to work satisfying that burning need in Demi. They caressed and stroked along her soft petals, not quite entering her yet but not shying away from becoming messy with the singer's juices.

"Still want out? Still want to run, Demi? Or do you want to put your head between her legs while I make your pussy sing? Give it up! Let go and accept it like you did just a minute ago! You've done it once, now throw it all away for Selena again! Don't back out on her now, or she'll be here, alone, with me and my friends and NO ONE to comfort her from Lisa! She needs you, so stay and make her poor little pussy feel better!" Kim knew that if nothing else, reminding her of Selena's predicament would get her to snap around once it became clear Demi's freedom did not mean Selena's.
 
Scary. The whole thing was terrifying, really. Kim had only just reminded Demi of the truth behind the situation, how she was really here because a complete stranger, an obviously crazy and horny stranger, had kidnapped her friend, putting them both at her mercy. it was also quickly becoming apparent that Kim fully intended to put them through their paces.

"What a boy feels?" repeated Demi. Her head turned as the screen flickered. Demi's mouth immediately dropped, seeing the dangling things between the women's legs, shoving into Miley, then Selena. The latter nearly brought tears to Demi's eyes, and she found her fists clenching.

"I don't like it," she said, turning to look. If she liked penises, she'd be dealing with them instead of pussies. But Demi knew fully well what she preferred, and it was soft and warm, not long and hard. Magic or... wait, there was magic inside Demi? Her eyes widened and she started to panic, squirming to move away. They weren't going to give her one of those, were they? Make her into that?

"No! I don't want that!' she nearly screamed, pointing. Her shaking body was soon wrapped by Kim, and the Asian's hands were seeking out Demi's parts. They grasped the singer's breasts, and she moaned, stopping the struggle. Pressure on her ass only made thins worse. Then hands were sliding, dealing with belt and jeans, quickly seeking out a hot, nearly soaked sex. Fingers along the petals, then sliding about, smearing the juices.

"I don't want that," she whimpered. Her hand was pointing toward the screen, and she swallowed. the idea of it nearly terrified her, and she wasn't completely certain why. She did know that she suddenly just wanted to get this over with. but her burning body was certainly enjoying the idea of "Selena whenever she wanted."
 
Kim's annoyance grew with Demi's fear. Was she really that turned off to men? Sure, she'd already figured out that Demi was probably a straight-up lesbian. But this was downright irritating. She'd had Demi worked up and excited, now she sounded more pathetic than Selena. She growled out her displeasure so it could be heard, putting her lips right next to Demi's ear.

"Shut up! Do you even HAVE a spine? Stop whimpering and snivelling, I told you I'm not going to hurt you! Fine, you don't want that, we don't have to!" She pulled her hands from Demi's clothes, turning her around so they could face each other. "I gotta say, you're a REAL disappointment. I expected a hot, ready new friend to enjoy what I have to offer! Someone who would appreciate how much trouble I went through to arrange our meeting!"

Her lower lip began to quiver a little, water coming to her eyes. "B-but... you just keep thinking I want to hurt you! I brought you here to have fun and help Selena, why can't you see that?! Have I hurt you at all?! I got her away from Lisa for you, I cleaned her and healed her, and I brought her to you! Are those the acts of someone who is going to hurt you?! I just wanted to be your friend!"

The video on the screen cut off with a gesture, and Kim turned her back on Demi. Whether she was faking it or not was hard to tell. Maybe she really was so insane she thought Demi would actually like all of this terrifying revelation. Maybe she was just trying to throw her off-guard. Demi was entirely right to be afraid of course, but either Kim was not in touch with that part of reality or she didn't care.
 
Face to face with the crazed Asian now. Demi's eyes widened at the wild look that focused on her now. a disappointment? Not have a spine? What the hell had Kim been expecting? Considering that this was a kidnapping and obvious attempt at rape, Demi was handling things pretty well. She still wanted sex, and her ragged breathing and tightened body attested to that.

"I do want to enjoy it!" she suddenly found herself saying. "I want it bad! Just, not that."

How else could she... wait, was Kim crying now? What was wrong with this woman? Did she really not want to hurt Demi? Somehow Demi doubted that. Kim could say whatever she wanted, but the truth remained. This had been a kidnapping, both brought here very much against their will. The only reason Demi had been going along with it was because she was so desperate for attention of any kind. well, that and that she had to admit to being quite horny at the moment.

"Um, I'm sorry?" she tried. She took a cautious step forward, not sure what she was supposed to do now. The strange, erratic behavior had her completely off guard. Maybe she should just give up on Kim and focus on Selena again? That seemed like the best plan to Demi about now.
 
Kim lifted her head, looking back over her shoulder. "Y-you do?" The truth was that both were right. Kim was crazy AND a good actress, and that was a very potent combination. She wasn't truly as crazy as she came off, but she was well aware of the possible advantages of people underestimating your ability to form coherent and complex schemes. Demi was falling for it well, even though she was only exaggerating what was really there. She really was disappointed this wasn't going better.

The Asian girl turned around when Demi stepped towards her. She gave a little smile at her. "I didn't know... that you were so... look, I get it. We can take our time. We don't have to rush right to that. I'm sorry too." She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Demi's waist. It was like all that hadn't just happened, and as if they weren't total strangers to each other.

Kim kissed Demi again, but this time it was less aggressive and insistent. No, this was more like a lover's kiss. She pressed their bodies together sensually, trying to make all that tense energy in the room dissipate. Kim wanted Demi to enjoy this, and wanted to enjoy it herself as well.

During the kiss she edge Demi back towards the bed, and finally pushed her to lay back on it. Demi's head ended resting back on Selena's tummy, the object of her desire's breasts to one side and her sex to the other. Kim was unashamed to make out on top of the sleeping girl, and her hands were soon trying to push down Demi's jeans, already having unbuttoned them.
 
Demi didn't know what to make of this woman. She kept changing frequently, switching personalities faster than the girls did costumes during a show. Now Kim was all smiles and cheer. Take the time, move slowly. Kim walked over, hands sliding about Demi's waist. A flare kicked up within the actress, starting at the juncture of her legs and spreading swiftly. Almost immediately her breath came faster.

Another kiss. Soft, plying lips upon lips. Barely had Kim started when she'd find Demi's lips as willing and pliable as her own. The starlet slid her tongue about, channeling her sexual tension into the kiss. Demi wanted this, wanted it almost as much as she wanted the girl who still laid upon the bed. She poured that want into the kiss, nearly moaning as she did.

Back toward the bed, finally upon it. Demi felt her head touch the soft surface of Selena's stomach, and she nearly moaned. A softly heaving pair of tiny breasts was only a few inches away from her: a gentle sex with a tiny tuft of black hair. Hands were tugging at Demi's jeans. The tight clothes began to slowly inch down, baring the starlet's luscious form underneath. the sheer tightness made the tiny thong Demi wore start to travel south as well, baring her trimmed pubic hair, pulling at it as the clothing moved.
 
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