Futanari Notebook Ch. 38

"How? Aren't you the Futa Note? Shouldn't you be in Gretchen's dreams?"

"I do what I want," the book grinned, "Besides, I'm not the Futa Note, or not entirely. Think of me as a mixture of the book and your inner potential."

"Okay. It doesn't matter anyway," Carmen said and let her hands fall, "The book's Gretchen's now. I can't do anything about it."

"It's hers, but the Futa Note is its own entity, didn't Ryuka tell you that? So think, if I'm part of the book and I'm showing here, doesn't that mean it doesn't want Gretchen?"

"What does it matter?"

"Your mind and the book are linked. That's why I'm here. You..." the Futa Note paused, as if listening, "She's already at it again. I'm sorry."

Then Carmen woke to her phone vibrating. A text from Gretchen.

Someone bought you for a whole night! Paid up front and everything. It's at the usual place. Better be prepared, sounds like they really want to fuck you up.

Carmen rubbed at her breasts, still tender from the abuse Gretchen laid on her. It was already past noon, even then she was still exhausted. She showered at last, ridding herself of the stink of sex and Gretchen, and reflected on the dream. There might be a chance; 'her mind and the book were linked' that's what the dream said. Insane as it sounded, did that mean she could influence it herself? She needed time to consider the potential, until then, she just needed to play nice. The opportunity would present itself eventually.

That night, Carmen was back in the now familiar motel room. Her client was a woman, set to arrive in a few minutes, though they hadn't wanted any changes to Carmen. That was a relief. If anything, being alone was a blessing in itself. No Gretchen, no guilt toward her family, no one around to judge her slutty appearance. There was no mistaking what her profession with the outfit Gretchen forced on her when they were out.

No underwear. Too much makeup. A halter top and a skirt that did nothing to hide how endowed she was, or her tattoos. Since renting her out, Gretchen had forced a collar on her as well, one studded with the words 'cum slut'. There were others, all telling people that she was for sale. Yesterday was a 'Break Me' collar.

Someone knocked at the door, "Come in." Carmen called and took a deep breath, silently preparing herself to retreat into her mind. That was the only way to tolerate what happened. The feel of desperate, scummy hands touching her, most with cocks jabbing at her holes and ejaculating inside. She'd gone on the pill because of this.

"Carmen?"

She looked up at her name and suddenly couldn't breathe. There, in the doorway, dressed casual in jeans and a shirt yet appearing like a redheaded angel, was Rachel. Without Gretchen around to tell her otherwise, Carmen stood and walked over, as if entranced, before she sank to her knees to gaze up into Rachel's eyes. Tears welled up and, unable to hold back, she wrapped the petite girl in a fierce hug.

"I missed you," Rachel said, returning the embrace just as powerfully. Aside from last night's illusion, Carmen hadn't seen her in weeks, being forced from school by Gretchen's greed. Droplets streamed down her cheeks, falling onto her half-naked tits that squished against Rachel's legs. What they had might be love, or it might just be a fleeting infatuation, but in that moment, Carmen wanted to scream how much she adored the futa. How she'd missed her, how she loved her, how she wanted them to just leave and escape Gretchen's existence.

But none of the words got out. She'd been told not to interact with her ages ago, yet the command still held. Gretchen had also ordered her to at least be amicable to those who bought her time. She didn't care how it worked, only that the contradiction let her be close to Rachel.

"You can't talk to me, can you?" Rachel asked once they parted. Carmen shook her head, then leaned into a hand that run through her hair, "It's okay. Just being with you is enough."

They moved to the bed. Rachel laid on top, head resting on Carmen's breast, their hips almost level, and legs entwined. Each breath washed over Carmen's skin and soothed her. This intimacy was incomparable.

"It's been rough, hasn't it?" Rachel asked, brushing her fingers over a piercing, then a tattoo, "I'm sorry. I've been trying, I really have, but she's never in school. And the others... they all like her now. Even Zoey. I-I'm fine, though. I think. You're still the one I want, promise."

Carmen smiled and breathed in her scent, nuzzling into the girl's hair. She ran a hand across Rachel's back with just enough pressure to reassure her. Rachel reached up and cupped a cheek, then pulled herself up so their lips met. The kiss was like a wave, taking all the stress away for a moment. They pushed against each other, tongues meeting and tasting each other after too long apart. As Carmen's hands moved to cup her lover's cheek, she noticed her shrinking.

"Sorry," Rachel said and pulled back, though her body kept transforming, "I know it's not the right time, but I can't help it around you." Carmen shook her head with a smile and kissed her again. The redhead must've paid a lot for a whole night together; she may as well get her money's worth.

"I can't wait," Rachel groaned as the bigger futa's fingers worked her ballooning ass, "It's been so long."

Unable to speak with her, Carmen showed her sentiments another way and kissed her stronger than ever. This would be their first time after so long. It needed to be special, fierce, and worthy of the gift Rachel had given her. She reached up wrap her fingers in Rachel's hair, holding tight as she sucked on the petite futa's tongue, moaning at the flavour of her spit. In the seconds they took for air, she kissed and suckled at Rachel's neck, leaving small marks behind.

"Don't be a fucking tease. I'm more than ready so fuck me already," Rachel moaned and shimmied out from her now oversized jeans, revealing her fantastically huge cock, though Carmen was more concerned with her adorable cunny. She pulled away and yanked her skirt off, then everything stopped.

"What's wrong?" Rachel asked and looked, "Oh..." None of Carmen's four cocks were erect. She'd just been kissing her girlfriend, intent on fucking her until the morning or exhaustion stopped her, and Rachel was hot as ever, but nothing happened. It had to be Gretchen.

"It's okay. We can..."

"It's not fucking fair," Carmen said and sank to the floor, holding her head in livid hands that wanted to tear at everything in reach, "I love you. I hate her. I never even did anything directly to her."

"Hey, hey," Rachel cooed and appeared at her side. She pulled her hands away, clearing the way for her own, soft fingers, "It's just the way she is. Gretchen's a fucking cunt, through and through. It's not your fault."

"It is," Carmen said. The fact she was responding to Rachel barely registered, drowned in her misery, "It has to be or I'm just destined for this. The horrible people get all the power, don't they? I'm no different, it's just that Gretchen is worse. This is what I deserve, right?"

"No."

"Yes! I had it all planned. Then I took the easy way out. I failed. I shouldn't have. After everything, I should've been perfect. It had to be perfect. For Melody's sake, for my mom's sake. Then the book showed up and look what happened! I'm a fucking whore. Now I can't even fuck my girlfriend. And she's just gonna make it worse. I'll do something I regret because of her. She'll make my family hate me. She'll make you hate me. I'm the epitome of a failure." Carmen shook, arms wrapped around her body, as if that would keep it from coming apart. She dug her nails into her arms, breaking the skin.

"You didn't..."

"What the fuck do you call this?!" Carmen shrieked and stood up, her lurid body on full display, "This isn't the lowest I can go either. If it was, then I could at least try getting out of it, but she could just make it worse whenever she wants. You shouldn't even be here. If she hears about this she'll... I'll..." Her words failed. None of her thoughts would organise. Was she even making sense? She focused on Rachel's face, on the hurt in her eyes. Carmen turned and left, not concerned that she was mostly naked.

Gretchen was forced into school the next day - something about attendance. Carmen was with her and, of course, made to carry everything like the hopeless slave she was. There was some small comfort in being there again, the ambience of students walking around and talking, even if their conversations were about her. Some noticed her tattoos and took the invitations, spanking her ass. Oddly, Gretchen snapped at them for it. An optimist would think she was defending Carmen, but she was certain she just didn't like them getting free touches.

"Really, the nerve of some people," Gretchen said and grabbed one of Carmen's breasts in blatant view of everyone, "Your body is mine. Anyone that wants a feel needs to pay."

"No it fucking isn't!" Rachel's voice preceded a stunning drop kick to Gretchen's face, who tried steadying herself, but her heels couldn't handle the weight and snapped, landing her on her ass. A second later and Rachel was on top of her, fists flying as she screamed, "Give it back!"

People gathered around. Among the crowd, Carmen spotted her friends and, for a second, she hoped they'd help, but their worried eyes were on Gretchen. Not that the blonde needed them. Through a split lip, bloody nose and a blackened eye, she looked to Carmen.

"Get her off me!"

Rachel looked back as Carmen's body acted, trapping her in its grip, "Fight her, dammit! What? You're just gonna let her order you around because of that stupid book?! Come on, Carmen!"

"Honestly," Gretchen said and spat out some blood, "I was looking for a reason." She looked at Carmen, sadistic smirk back in place, made all the more terrible by her bleeding lip and lopsided nose. The book was pulled from her bag, someone handed her a pencil to Carmen's relief.

"Any ideas, Carmen?" Gretchen asked, though her hand was already working, that cruel gleam in her eyes brightening by the second, "Relax, I didn't write anything exact in there. She's just my docile little slave now." Exactly as she said, in less than a minute, Rachel went limp, staring at Gretchen like a wolf cub at its alpha.

"What to do, what to do?" Gretchen mused. She grabbed Rachel's face, examining it through her blackened eye, "For starters; Rachel strip naked and show off your ugly body for everyone to see." Even before Carmen let her down, the redhead was in motion, removing articles of clothes in front of the whole student body. She paraded around, hands accentuating the sudden curve of her waspish hips and heft of her new dual-erections.

"Now, walk out of the school and try getting some money. You can steal it, whore yourself for it, I don't care. Carmen's too slow anyway."

"She'll get hurt," Carmen said and tried stopping Rachel from going.

"So what? Oh, boo fucking hoo, another girl dead. Not like we don't see something like that on the news everyday. And besides, she'll be fine. I'm sure she's got enough sense to just suck some dick or something. Actually, Rachel forget that. Go and suck every guy's dick you can. I don't care what you have to do to do it, just get it done."

"Stop it," Carmen said, holding Rachel in place, though she kept trying to walk past.

"Say one more thing against me and you're raping your mother next," Gretchen snarled. She didn't tell her to keep quiet on purpose. That smirk made clear that she wanted another outburst, any chance to torment Carmen even more.

"Gretchen, maybe..." Zoey said from behind. Even under the book's thrall, she cared for Rachel. Carmen allowed hope to spark for a second, until Gretchen whirled around and punched the Amazon to the floor.

"Why doesn't anyone fucking get it? What I say goes! That's how it was before. That's how it's gonna be now. So, shut the fuck up before I make Carmen rape everyone's ass," Gretchen said, unerringly calm despite the madness and fury frothing behind her eyes.

No one else spoke up. If Zoey, the tallest, strongest girl around was submissive to Gretchen, then they wouldn't dare make a move. Carmen looked around for something, anything, that would help her. What could she do? Rachel slipped out in her distraction and marched toward the exit.

"Leave her!" Gretchen said the second Carmen made a move to stop the redhead. The Futa Note couldn't be refused. It's power would compel Rachel to fulfil Gretchen's command, regardless of the danger it put her in. She'd die trying. She'd just been trying to help Carmen, now she was walking toward her death, not before degrading herself in every way imaginable. Flashes of Rachel's fate beyond the school doors made Carmen's heart tremble.

What do you want?

That voice... no one was speaking. Even if they were, it sounded ethereal, like something from a dream. It resonated in her thoughts, echoed by her own voice. She watched people step aside, allowing Rachel past without pause.

What do you want?

She needed to do something. She needed a way to save her. There had to be something. She could distract Gretchen by eating her out. It repulsed her, but that might be her only option. She needed a way to stop her.

What do you want?

She needed...

Not need. Want...

She wanted to stop Gretchen. She wanted to make her pay.

What else?

She wanted the book back. She wanted to sleep with Rachel again. She wanted to never feel so helpless again. She wanted power. She wanted freedom. She wanted it all.

What is it you want? What are you slave to?

"I don't want to serve anything. Or anyone. I am slave to nothing."

That's my girl...