Unlocking Madeline Ch. 00: The Prologue

Hello! I have written many short stories and essays, and have taken several college composition courses, but this is my first go in erotica. This is the prologue of a story that will consist of several chapters, which I have already begun work on and hope to have ready soon. I do appreciate constructive feedback. Thanks so much for reading!

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It was a typical Saturday night and Lynn was sitting in her prime hunting grounds at her favorite college party spot. Lynn was lucky to have landed a great job right out of high school, so she wasn't even a student, but still attended because the girls here loved her. She was very proud of her status as the resident lesbian whore. Lynn leaned back on the couch and sipped some whiskey while she pondered which girl she was going to seduce tonight. She could feel her undies growing damp as she thought about the takeover of a tipsy slut.

Half of the ladies here had already slept with Lynn at least once. She was the kind of gay chick that straight girls envied and femme girls craved. Not really butch, but pulling off the shaggy hair, low maintenance look perfectly. She did not have to try to be hot. The thing that earned her reputation here though was the conceited, confident way she carried herself. Lynn knew that she was capable of delivering orgasms far more powerful that any other partner these girls would ever have and used that to her full advantage.

Most of her sexual escapades were simply for her own selfish desires, but she usually took care of whoever she decided to fuck for the night. Lynn sometimes thought she probably should seek help and other outlets for her problems, but sex was an easier, more fun option for the time being. Right now, the question was, did she want something quick, easy, and to the point, or someone new to play with? She scanned the room slowly. Her pussy was wet, but she possessed an unbelievable amount of self control when she felt like toying around with someone.

Lynn did not have to think about it long before Emma sat down next to her and threw an arm around her waist. She let out a deep sigh. It had to be Emma, the one girl who couldn't grasp that the only relationship she would ever have with Lynn would be strictly venereal. Emma had been lurking at the party for a while, hoping that her favorite lover might show up.

It wasn't like Lynn toyed with anyone's heart; she was always up front about it being just sex. Despite acting like Lynn was her heart's desire, it was doubtful that Emma actually loved her. She was trying to pursue Lynn as a status symbol. She wanted to be the one girl to obtain a relationship with someone everyone lusted after. It didn't help that being popular and coming from a rich family had made her accustomed to getting everything she wanted. She had to act like a brat about everything.

Emma leaned in for a kiss. Lynn didn't particularly want to appease her, but she was horny and knew she could have the desperate whore how she wanted her quickly. She kissed back passionately, nibbling at Emma's lip to assure her that she could have her way for the night. As soon as she had this reassurance, Emma's body began to react. Lynn pushed her back into the sofa and pressed her thigh between her legs. As Emma's hips rose to allow her pussy to receive more contact, Lynn smirked and said, "Oh you already need me; I will have a fun night putting you in your place."

As much as she wanted to give in to her wants immediately, Emma could not forget that she had come to talk. She mustered up some will power to push Lynn off and get the words out. She spoke fast with such a tone of urgency, "Lynn please, come with me to Nevada. You're going to miss me when I'm gone. We can figure our future out together." She paused with wide eyes, waiting to see what kind of reaction she would receive but Lynn just rolled her eyes.

Why did Emma have to ruin the night with conversation? Lynn how no patience for this today. She growled, "We aren't dating, and I don't want to be with you. It will be better if you just go and I can forget you. Maybe you can find a girl who you will actually love enough to not use and abuse."

"You really are such an asshole." Emma snipped. She felt like she had just been punched in the chest.

"Yep, and you're a bitch. I'm not ever going to love you, especially not when I've seen the way you treat the girls you're 'dating'. So, do you want to fuck or not? 'Cause it's gonna be not if you keep talking. It is killing my libido."

That was Lynn for you, always painfully honest and to the point. Emma didn't bother to answer, she just grabbed Lynn by the wrist and pulled her down the hall. The moment they were in a bedroom Emma started again. This was the last time she could try to win over the girl she so craved.

"You do care about me. You're just afraid of commitment. Please, open up and let me in. We can work through it." Emma said, lip quivering as she pulled Lynn close. Lynn shoved her back into the wall.

Now she was getting pissed. She should have just had sex with the girl who she had overheard talking about being bi-curious. She could have made it simple for her. She was clearly gay and needed a girl who knew her way around a pussy to help her realize it. But things were never simple when Emma was around...

"You don't fucking know me Emma. Shut the hell up." Lynn growled. The little slut's wrists were growing red, but Lynn held her arms firmly against the wall and bit hard into Emma's collarbone. She left several dark teeth impressions as she traveled up her neck.

Lynn normally got quite a rush from this. She loved putting sluts in their place and fed off the control. Although punishing little Emma was definitely making Lynn wet, she could not enjoy being a mistress properly when a whore misbehaved in this sort of way.

Lynn wasn't sure if the tear that fell down Emma's cheek was from physical or emotional hurt, but she didn't really care. She was not about to stop and have a heart to heart. She could tell Emma was too aroused by being tormented and getting too wet to keep on talking with her lost cause. Lynn had to support her toy's weight as her knees were weakening and she was quivering with excitement.

Lynn did not waste her time being slow or sensual. She didn't normally anyway, but Emma definitely did not deserve anything sweet tonight. She quickly tore off Emma's translucent tank top, lacy pink bra, slutty little shorts and tiny black thong. She only took a moment to take in her naked prey.

Emma was hot, but so tiny; too tiny for Lynn's tastes. She did have a lovely face and long dark hair and the tits and ass she did possess were at least perky and firm. Thankfully, her pussy was always smoothly waxed too. Her thin figure was practically begging to be taken over.

Emma started tugging at Lynn's belt. She was desperate to see the delightful curves she knew her lover possessed and kept so covered, and to smell the sweet juices leaking from between her legs. She hoped to earn a taste. Lynn was having none of this today. She shoved her back onto the bed. "Oh honey, You don't get the pleasure of undressing me tonight." Lynn spoke firmly.

Emma chewed her own lip and stared with longing eyes. Lynn undressed herself quickly, not giving the slut any time to enjoy her delightful body, though she knew Emma was dying to stop and stare. In the moment Emma did have to look, her mouth already started watering.

Lynn dressed modestly, typically wearing tee shirts and bermuda shorts, but she had a perfect soft curvy frame. Her breasts were big and firm, but soft, and she had an ass to match. Her pussy was clean shaven. The tattoos she had across her ribs, upper arms, and thighs just completed the package.

As soon as Lynn's perfect naked body stepped close enough, Emma grabbed her hips and aggressively pulled Lynn on top. She jumped back. "You must be hell bent on punishment. You are mine to fuck how I please. You touch me when I allow it. You know how this works." Lynn smirked a painfully sexy little smirk and went to dig through a dresser drawer.

Emma tried to think. She was so mad, she had wanted to talk. If they tried, maybe they could have a relationship that would work. She knew in the back of her mind that she just wanted Lynn because she couldn't get her and that outside of the mind blowing sex they had, they would probably never get along. She suppressed that knowledge in these moments when she so desperately needed her lover. Maybe she did want punishment. No one else had ever been able to take her over like Lynn. Emma was usually the one in the lead with all her other partners, but this was somehow so much better...

Lynn came back with some large zip ties. Although Emma was several inches taller than her mistress, she was never at a size advantage and Lynn was very fit. Emma tried to squirm, but it took very little effort for the dom to get each wrist and ankle secured to a bed post. Lynn stepped back for a moment to keep her prey in suspense. This was exactly how she liked her fuck toys; all sprawled out and helpless. Emma blushed deeply when she noticed Lynn staring at her now very exposed pussy. Her tears were dried up by now. She was increasingly aware of her growing desire ready to be lost in the moment.

Lynn slowly kissed up each of Emma's thighs, adding more and more grazes of teeth as she neared her pussy. Emma was already quivering violently. As Lynn reached the crease between her thigh and outer labia, Emma yelled out, "Please!" and tried to thrust her hips up to force her clit against Lynn's lips. Lynn reacted swiftly, smacking her inner thigh hard enough to leave a hand print,

"I thought I told you to shut up! I don't want a word out of your damn mouth." Lynn quickly grabbed some nipple clamps from the nightstand drawer and tightly fastened them around Emma's incredibly stiff nipples as she moaned in agony. Her thigh stung and nipples immediately began to burn. "I can see your cum pouring all over. Don't think I don't know what a whore you are and how much you wish to orgasm. You can wait until I allow it."

Lynn quickly distracted her slut from the pain, going back to kissing and nibbling all over her pussy lips. As Emma fought to stay still and keep quiet, she was biting her own lip so hard it was starting to bleed. She so wished Lynn didn't have this power over her that drove her so wild. Lynn let a few deep hot breaths out, hovering just barely above Emma's throbbing clit before she gave it an agonizingly soft and slow lick. Emma gasped and pulled against all four of her restraints. There was a quiet "ziiipp" as they pulled tighter.

With a chuckle, Lynn warned her, "I'd be careful. The more you struggle, the tighter they will be. You're going to hurt yourself." She licked carelessly all over Emma's pussy but did not feel like toying with her much longer. She really just wanted to cum, so she decided to be selfish for a while. After wiping her mouth on Emma's thigh, Lynn climbed up on the bed facing the wall. The whore didn't taste bad, but it certainly was not Lynn's favorite cum, so she rarely lapped it up. Cleaning herself off on Emma's body was more derogatory anyway. Lynn carefully positioned her soaked pussy above her slut's face. "If you do a good job, I'll cut your ankles free." Emma's face lit up as she realized her face was going to be smothered with her favorite treat.

Emma was so delighted to taste the delicious juices pouring from her mistress. It excited her that she was able to make her lover so wet. (Really anyone could have made Lynn wet like that but Emma pretended this was not the case) Lynn already had her so excited that she so longed to cum, but knew from experience that she had to prove herself and earn it.

Lynn held tightly to the headboard for support while Emma carefully worked her tongue around her sweet mound and over each crease and fold. She hated to admit it, but damn did Emma know how to eat a pussy! Lynn threw her head back as she felt Emma's tongue dart expertly into her hole to explore. Emma craned her neck to reach her long tongue in as deep as she could and lick all around the walls of Lynn's insides before spreading her dripping juices all around her clit. Then, she gently nibbled at each lip before moving her tongue to softly circle her mistress' sweet spot.

As she worked her magic, Emma wished that Lynn didn't have such a way with her. She didn't want to be wrapped around anyone's finger like this, but Lynn had taught her the delights of submission and she couldn't get enough. She doubted she would ever submit to anyone else; Emma usually just took what she had learned and applied it to controlling sluts of her own.

Emma always knew exactly when to apply a bit more pressure and when to speed up or slow down. It was as though she read each usually overlooked bodily queue like a book. As soon as Lynn allowed herself to become lost in the pleasure, the build up was steep and fast. Emma felt her mistress' muscles tense up and focused all of her efforts on the throbbing clit between her lips. She licked in firm little circles as she gently sucked on the sweet spot. Emma carefully sneaked in her breaths and kept her pace steady as she had been trained to do in the past. She knew if she allowed Lynn to start to come down from this high for even a moment, that her mistress would not hesitate to stop and fulfill her own needs without help. Emma so loved to bury her face in pussy; she could not stand to let that happen.

When Emma knew her lover was reaching that delightful point of no return, she forced her tongue to work so fast that it would ache later. Lynn was worked quickly into orgasm and she hummed quiet moans of sweet release. She held tightly onto Emma's hair to keep her whore's head in place and did not hold back any of the mess she made as she exploded all over Emma's face. Like a good little whore, she continued licking, lapping up all the cum she could get as Lynn rode the waves of ecstasy out, grinding her pussy into the welcoming mouth.

Lynn took a deep breath and jumped off the bed; she never needed more than a moment to recover. Even in orgasm she maintained her fierce authority, never allowing even a moment of vulnerability to happen. Keeping her walls up made it easier to focus strictly on physical feeling.

Emma beamed with pride each time she was able to provide Lynn with this kind of immeasurable delight. She was especially excited that she had even able to hear some melodic hums of pleasure. Moans were a rare treat that few people managed to get to escape from Lynn's mouth. She was usually dead silent; it helped her maintain control.

"Damn, you look better with my cum dripping down your chin." Lynn muttered as she grabbed a knife to slice the plastic off of Emma's ankles. After flexing her feet, Emma softly moaned and squirmed with increasing desperation. She knew she had delivered a powerful climax and thought she deserved a reward now. When Lynn started to turn away, she snapped a little.

"Damn it Lynn, fuck me!" She whined. She knew better then to think it would work because there was nothing Lynn hated more than whining. Why did desire have to make her say dumb things? Being accustomed to her usual role as the top, Emma struggled painfully with obedience. Her lover grabbed a fistful of her soft wavy locks and tugged hard as she looked her right in the eyes.

"You'll be lucky if you get to cum at all. You are being such an irritating slut tonight. I'm going to pound you how you deserve to be fucked." Emma gulped. She knew she was pushing Lynn's buttons a little too much and was getting worried about what the outcome might be. Still, she couldn't help but grow tenser upon hearing the degradation directed at her. She felt a trickle of her juices spill from her overflowing soaked pussy and trickle down her ass cheeks.

While Emma had been spaced out, Lynn dawned a strap on. It was an average size, but with how pissed she was getting with Emma, she did wish it was larger. It would have to do; she would just be able to be rougher. Lynn climbed on top of her writhing prey and, as she was smothering a sweet tasting lube all over Emma's swollen lips, she said, "You certainly did not earn this lube, but I don't want to hear you crying like a little bitch, so i guess you can have some." She then shoved her fingers into Emma's mouth for her to lick clean and wiped her hand on her slut's thigh.

Lynn's dirty mouth and vulgar actions were making Emma blush far more than usual. Her eyes widened as Lynn grabbed her hips and slowly worked the end of the strap on into her tight little hole. She was used to having fingers first, or at least something smaller to work her into this. She was naturally so tight that it didn't take much for her vagina to ache. She gasped sharply and pulled her wrists more tightly into their traps as the dildo fully entered her. She bit her lip to avoid letting Lynn have the satisfaction of seeing her pain. Fuck though, Emma had been craving this. Though in her mind she wanted to scream at Lynn and buck her off, her body sang a different tune as she subconsciously spread her legs wider. Lynn held her hips still and used a few slow thrusts to let her whore's pussy slightly adjust to accommodating the intruder.

Without waiting to make sure Emma was comfortable, Lynn quickly stepped up her pace. It was less than a minute before she was really pounding the tiny little body as Emma tried to work her hips in sync to maximize the sensation. Having been in this position before, she know how to get in the right mindset to feel beyond the pain and concentrate on all the tantalizing sensations she was experiencing. Lynn knew every little thing that made her lover tick. The way her nails dug into her slut's hips, the way she smirked when she pulled Emma's hair to force her to look her mistress in the eye, the little words of approval when she was taking the fucking well, it was all too much.

Emma was silently thankful she hadn't been blindfolded because she thoroughly enjoyed watching Lynn's perfect breasts bounce up and down as she moved. She was trying with all her effort to focus beyond the pain onto the pleasure, but with Lynn as pissed and careless as she was tonight, it wasn't long before Emma began to cry out that she couldn't take it. Lynn was fucking her pretty hard. Though certainly not nearly as aggressively as her fit figure was capable. She couldn't give a shit less about how bad her actions might hurt.

Lynn slowly shook her head, she knew her slut would be able to handle it better if she had an outlet for her pain, so careful not to pull out, Lynn reached for the knife and freed Emma's wrists. She was able to push the strap on deeper as Emma clung to her, yelping and desperately scratching her back. Lynn continued for a minute before she heard, "I...can't...take it...Lynn...please!" Emma barely managed to gasp the words out as her aching body stopped grinding its hips against the dildo.

"I know you like being fucked like a whore." Lynn purred in her ear. "But you cant even take this? Don't disappoint." Lynn slowly got off of Emma, who was covered in sweat and trembling, and forcefully pulled her to standing. "Bend over the bed and hold on." Emma whimpered but obliged. For some reason, some part of her mind could not stand to disappoint her mistress.

Lynn half smiled. This was a better view. With her ass and pussy so exposed, it was undeniable that the slut loved it. Her juices were dripping everywhere. Lynn didn't care how incredibly selfish her behavior was, she got off on this control and power. She couldn't help but feel primal urges as she felt like she was conquering her prey. Emma squeezed a pillow tight and braced herself.

There was no easing into anything now. Lynn grabbed her slut's hips and pushed the strap on deep into her entrance in one smooth motion. She shoved and pulled the tiny body so that Emma's round little butt cheeks bounced against her master's hips with each thrust. This position was much harder to handle though. Emma was not normally a a screamer, but damn was she yelling.