Greenborough - Lesbian Story

Cats

When I was little, I had gone to the Komo zoo to our South. I remember the drive through the big city and seeing all the people.

We had gone through a huge parade of people, they parted for us as we slowly drove through the crowd. The people danced and waved their flags.

The highlight of the trip was seeing the big cats.

Their hunger was unending.

When the zookeeper dropped the huge chunk of meat into the enclosure, the tiger was on it immediately.

I didn't understand why it had been so violent, it would be years before I recognized that look that I could never forget:

The eyes of a predator on the hunt.

The eyes of a hungry beast.

Funny, as I sat there on my hands and knees against the lush carpet of the Greenborough mansion, utterly humiliated after being bullied and pushed to the ground, I had no idea how alike the Komo tiger and I were.

I was trapped in a cage, even if I didn't know it yet.

And soon I would be hungry too.

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On the second floor I found my room. My knees had carpet burn, which embarrassed me brutally, and my dress was wrinkled.

Ludwig had said that Miles, or Master as I soon would be calling him, would press a button when he needed me. I checked out the small box on the wall and traced the wire up to the ceiling. The little red light bulb was empty and dark.

My room was humongous. It had only been two years since moving out on my own. The flat I had stayed in was half this size.

I decided to wash off the sweat of a three hour car ride in the bathtub that looked big enough for three people. The bathroom was intricately designed like the rest of the house, but it was surprisingly modern and luxurious.

A few minutes later I had stripped the dress and left my small blue panties and bra on the toilet seat. I let my shoulders sink into the pink, bubbly water.

What was that chick's problem? Was her crazy attitude the result of being a spoiled kid, or was she just a jerk in general? I had barely gotten a hello out of my mouth before her man-hands had yanked me up into the air.

She had smelled really good though, like old books and flowers.

I just wanted to forget about it, and I hoped that the rest of my stay here would be different.

Slowly, I let the bubbles consume me.

~~

A woman in red lingerie appeared out of the mist and steam. I felt an immediate stab of pleasure in my lower tummy as she twisted her body in a slow and timeless dance.

I couldn't see her face, but her curvy stomach and thighs brought waves of nausea across my body. The faceless woman hooked her underwear with a finger and tugged.

Time was like honey as she planted kisses across my bare skin.

Am I naked? What's happening. This feeling...

Roses sprouted from the red lipstick that stained my body as my mind clouded at this impossible reality. I looked up to see who this woman was, only to realize I was face to face with Emerell, and her eyes were yellow like the tiger's from Komo zoo...

She smiled and licked her lips, her tan skin sparkling vividly.

I felt my throat close as I gasped.

Something was choking me. I did an alligator roll as I fought with my invisible enemy, only to realize it was my sheets. Reality quickly grabbed me and I felt the coolness of fresh air against my bare skin.

I tore the unfamiliar objects away from my face as I shot up, gasping for breath.

It was a dream...

My face is burning hot and I'm sweating between my legs... why am I dreaming something so weird... and why did I like it so much?

Me: Leah the virgin, having wet dreams about someone I had just met. Let alone someone I disliked. Sweat made the sheets cling to my thighs.

I couldn't remember the last time I felt so horny. I felt ridiculous and good at the same time. This house was weird, or maybe I thought just because it was a new environment to me. With butlers and psycho, uber hot women.

I laid there for a while, thinking about the weird dream.

I didn't even resist her.

My face was flush and cherry red.

I had rarely pleasured myself when I was a teenager, but I grew out of those little things quickly. The intense feeling of longing had stuck with and the dream was still fresh in my mind. I had fallen asleep in a large shirt and clean panties, but I took off both as I laid back in a stranger's bed.

This room would be mine for the next few months, so I might as well break in the bed.

Only a few tiny moans escaped my quivering lips as my fingers worked, and the only person to hear them was me. Or so I thought.