Lesbian Magic Pt. 03

Rose wasn't happy about being wet or dragged away from her friends to another room and led down a flight of stairs. The person who pulled her to an isolated part of the house was a tall beautiful black woman with black hair that fell to her shoulders with a wave. Her dark brown eyes hinted at something within them that Rose couldn't see. The girl was good when she wanted to be and would never hurt anyone. On the other hand, she did like corrupting young girls until they became a willing sex slave. She had a talent for spotting a girl's hidden desires then twisting it around to seduce them.

The girl was a copy of Agnes, an escaped slave that Belinda seduced in 1832. On a cold night in November, she was born into slavery on a Georgia plantation to parents that were also slaves. The man that owned Agnes was a cruel man that used his female slaves as his whores. She ran away because he showed interest in wanting to bed her, and Agnes didn't want to end up like the other slaves. She was only sixteen when she ran away, and it was two years later, when Belinda found her.

Anyone near or within the house could have a clone made of them with their thoughts along with their body too. Everyone within Belinda's home thought they were the actual person and not clones. The real Agnes had spent a week with Belinda before being dropped off somewhere safe where she wouldn't be a slave again. For the rest of her life, she lived happily in a tropical village and had a love affair with a girl there.

Agnes shared the same personality with her human counterpart, but her style of dress and some of her sexual interests had changed over the years. The Agnes of today is a lot kinkier from exploring her sexuality over nearly two centuries. The house kept things modern and had a magical store where the clones could keep up with today's styles. Rose along with her friends already had clones made out of them that will be used to seduce future girls into lesbian sex.

The difference between Agnes and Rose was like night and day. Agnes wore a white tank top that was thin enough to see an outline of her nipples and a tight blue jean. She never wore a bra because her breasts would stay perky forever. In all the years she had been alive, Agnes never aged a day, and her ass was just as perfect as it always been.

The stylish black dress Rose wore made it evident that she came from money and had a princess-like vibe about her. The high heels that she had on lifted her ass up while making her legs look longer. Rose's blonde hair was braided and hung over her right shoulder in a ponytail. When she was nervous, she sometimes would play with her hair for comfort, and she was playing with it now.

Rose's friends gave her the nickname Elsa because she resembled the princess from that Disney movie. She secretly envied that character and wished she could let it go as she did. Her mother raised her to be proper and act in a certain way. She didn't just envy Elsa but also her friend Sarah for her freedom to be reckless.

Rose watched Sarah earlier that night going into the bathroom with a guy and followed them in to witness her friend sucking the man dick in a stall. Rose tried to imagine herself giving that guy a blowjob but didn't have enough sexual experience to do so. She was still a virgin that only gone far as kissing the men she was dating with the desire to do a whole lot more.

Rose's mother brainwashed her with the value of how a proper girl should behave. She was too afraid to go against her teaching to be comfortable enough to act out. She wanted to have sex, but a proper girl waited until she was married before doing that. Her submissive personality came out whenever her mother was around and did whatever her mother wanted.

She sometimes secretly masturbated to porn but felt shameful afterward. She liked playing with her small breasts before moving her hand down to her pussy to make herself cum. No matter how much she enjoyed it, the act always felt wrong and unladylike.

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Agnes watched Rose with much interest and could see all of the secrets that she was hiding. Her talent of seeing a girl's desire was less than a skill but was more a magical ability. She had sensed everything sexual about her and even what kind of porn she liked to watch. Agnes could see that she would not have to work too hard twisting this girl's desire around to seduce her. The girl has a fetish that she could use against her, and soon the girl would be all hers.

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The room that they were in had a table by a door leading to somewhere Rose knew not. The house constantly changed for each girl to set up their seduction, and the following rooms were for her. The clones knew that their home was magical, and it gave them everything they needed to stay alive. The house didn't tell them to seduce anyone but left it up to them to choose. The knowledge of their prey was implanted in their heads to help them pull off their seduction. They were all women with a strong sex drive that desired only women.

"Why did you bring me down here?" Rose asked while playing with her hair while pretending that she was annoyed by it.

"To ask you some questions," Agnes replied without emotion.

"What questions would those be? If it is what I am thinking of, then the answer would be no, and I have no interest in doing that. A proper girl would never do those types of things and would wait until they are married to a man before doing so," Rose said with a bitchy rich girl tone to her voice.

Rose wasn't sure if she was trying to convince the woman that she was straight or herself. Rose did consider herself to be straight with some bi-curious mix in with it. She had fantasized about girls before, but it wasn't what a proper girl did. It didn't go along with what her mother drilled inside her head, so Rose ignored them. Her mom had her whole life planned out right down to the man she would marry and her wedding too. It wasn't a specific man she had in mind as long the man had money her mother would try to get them together. The only thing Rose had to worry about was saying, "I do," and spreading her legs for her husband on her wedding night.

Rose crossed her arms against her chest like it would shield her from this woman and knew if she wanted her, there would be nothing that she could do about it from happening. The girl had more athletic build than she did and could take her in a fight. They were alone, with no one around to hear her if she started to scream. The girl never showed any signs that her intention was that, and it was Rose's desires that were frightening her. When she heard Agnes laugh at what she said, she soon felt foolish by her words.

"I was going to ask you what your name was. I already knew that you were straight. Well, I should say straightish. I am Agnes, and don't worry being alone with me because I would never touch anyone that wasn't willing," Agnes said with a smile as she stared into Rose's eyes.

"My name is Rose, and what do you mean straightish?" Rose said, a little puzzled.

"I can see in your eyes there is a burning question that you are dying to get answered. Am I a lesbian? Women are beautiful with those lustful breasts and a nice little ass that could make any girl wet from excitement. How could you not but feel desire for them? Tell me your dirty little secret and get it off your chest. We are alone down here, and your friends will never know that you are a little bi-curious," Agnes said with excitement as she was getting off by making Rose squirm from revealing her secrets.

Rose wanted to deny that what Agnes said wasn't the truth, but she could no longer lie about it. She didn't know how Agnes knew this and wondered if the girl was some kind of mind reader. Rose figured it must be something more realistic, like telltale signs that only a lesbian could see, and gave out all the right signals to her. She was too scared to admit that she was right and stood there in silence.

"Don't feel shameful for what you are feeling, and it is only natural to feel this way. The truth will set you free, and now tell me about your desires," Agnes said sweetly but in a seductive voice.

Rose started talking before realizing she was revealing to a stranger that she felt some desires for women. There was something in her voice that was so damn alluring and almost hypnotic that she couldn't help herself. Rose admitted that she sexually admired women and wondered what it would be like to be with one.

"That isn't all is it? I bet you masturbated while watching lesbian porn, and you enjoyed it. You have to hide that side of you, and do you know why? I do because it is written all over your face. They raised you to be a proper little princess, and princesses don't act like a whore, do they? I can see in your eyes that you want to be bad, but you are too afraid to go beyond just watching. Watching lets you live out your desires without losing your precious virginity and proving that you are still a proper little girl to the world," Agnes said with a devilish smile and had a mocking undertone in her voice.

Rose couldn't believe that this woman knew things about her that even her friends didn't know. Rose was careful in keeping her private life private, yet this woman knew what she did alone in her room. Rose did masturbate watching porn when no one else was around and when she wasn't alone did so with the sound off. She had to be proper around people, just like how her mother trained her to be but wished she could be free from that life.

Agnes walked into the next room but left the door open for Rose. Rose wasn't sure what to do besides follow Agnes into that room. It had what Rose first thought were four windows, and they were ten feet apart on two different walls. There was a door on the other side of the room and had a table by it. Agnes was looking through one of those windows, and curiosity made Rose to take a peek.

What Rose saw shocked and excited her from seeing an intimate event unfold in front of her eyes. She figured that these windows weren't windows at all but were two-way mirrors. She watched as a woman was showering, and her body had soapy residue all over it. Rose couldn't stop staring at the woman's breasts with her hard nipples covered in little wet soapy bubbles. Rose sucked on her lips from excitement as she watched the woman start to masturbate until she had an orgasm. The mirrors weren't two-way and were magical windows that let the viewer see any room that was in the house.

Jumping to each window to see what was behind each one of them, Rose became more excited by each one that she saw. One had a cute blonde inserting a vibrator inside herself before she started fucking herself with it. The next one had two girls kissing with a third one tied to a bed, and when Rose got a clear view of the girl on the bed, it made her question her sanity. The girl looked just like her, and she couldn't turn away as they fucked her.

The last one was an empty bedroom until two girls walked in, and Rose recognized them at once. One was the woman that let her and her friends into the house. She was shocked to see the other one was her friend Angel and they were both naked. She watched as her friend kissed the woman while grabbing her ass before falling into a bed. Rose watched her friend have sex and started to touch herself but stopped when she remembered that she wasn't alone. She hoped that Agnes didn't see her touching her breasts or how turned on she was now.

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Agnes did notice the girl had caressed her breasts and squeezed her thigh together from the arousal. She could see that Rose was getting into watching these women but still wasn't ready just yet. Agnes knew that seduction must start small to push the girl in the right direction to get her to submit. She was almost there and knew just how to get her to strip a little bit before entering the next room.

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"Behind the next door, you can see if your redheaded friend will fall prey to lesbian desires, but this time it will cost you. Leave your high heels on the table here, and don't worry, you can retrieve them later," Agnes said softly, almost like a whisper, like she was the devil on Rose's shoulder seducing her into doing something wicked.

Rose wouldn't usually accept a request like that, but after she saw all those women and her friend Angel having sex, it had aroused her sexually deviant side. She never had let her lesbian impulses get the better of her before and was having a hard time remaining the proper girl she always has been. The sexual urges raging inside her were strong enough to drown out her mother's voice that was always in her head.

Rose wouldn't be surprised if Sarah got seduced by how much the girl was into sex. Sarah was free with her sexuality without any care who shared her bed. It didn't take much effort to make the girl open her legs and did so numerous times. When Sarah drank too much, her inner slut came out and would sleep with anyone.

Rose took off her heels, placed them on the table, and took a deep breath. Things were turning her on just enough to go a little further down this rabbit hole but not too far. She wasn't at the point where she would let this stranger fuck her. Rose would allow herself to do something that was a little kinky. The proper little princess inside her was still in control and with each new thing she experienced that side was losing power.

The next room had one window that was the size of an eighty-inch tv with a bar full of women behind it. There was another door at the other end of the room with a table by it. Rose could see that Sarah was drinking at a table with a group of women while playing a card game with them. Rose could tell that her friend was a little drunk and knew that she could get a little crazy when she drank. Rose felt Agnes' hot breath on the back of her neck and the heat coming off her body as the woman made her an indecent proposal.

Rose couldn't believe the nerve on the girl to offer such a bet like that to her. If Sarah ended up getting seduced, she must take something off, and if she weren't, the next room would be free. The desire to see what was in the next room was enough to risk having to strip for it. Soon as Rose agreed to the bet felt like she had just made a mistake and walked into a trap.

Rose knew that Sarah wasn't the type of girl one risked such a bet on and wasn't confident that she could win it. She didn't understand why deep down that she wanted to lose. Rose didn't know if she desired to see Sarah with another girl or to strip to entice Agnes to try something with her.

Rose was shocked at how easily her friend was seduced and knew that the alcohol did her in. Watching her friend being fucked on a table by a group of women made her wet. Rose wished that she was there amount the crowd sliding in between her friend's legs fucking her too. She knew if Agnes tried anything on with her, she wouldn't fight off her advances.

Losing the bet, Rose knew that she must take something off and didn't want to lose the dress. Knowing if things kept going like it was, then she would have to take off her bra or panties to go into the room after that. Could she pay that price by stripping just to see more naked women? Realizing the girl said nothing about her dress that had to come off, Rose knew what should be.

Rose turned away from Agnes because she was afraid looking at her would destroy the last part of her willpower that she had left. She unzipped her dress with one hand and held it up with the other. Rose skillfully undid her bra with one hand before tossing it on the table, and she zipped the dress back up. Rose took things a step further by removing her panties as well.

"I came this far, and it would be a shame not to see what was behind door number three as well," Rose told Agnes while trying to hide the excitement in her voice.

Agnes opened the door for Rose, and when she walked in, her jaw dropped. What was behind the four windows was something beyond her wildest dream. They were just like the last room, with one exception, Rose saw things she had only seen in her porn videos. Each room had a woman being whipped or dominated in some other ways by black women. She usually watched typical lesbian porn, but lately the ones with BDSM got her attention more.

Rose was so wound up that she couldn't act on her feelings that she fantasized someone being forceful with her. She didn't want to be taken against her will but be free from the responsibility of that choice. It was a way for her to stay proper and claim the bad girl made her do it. Her fantasy led her to a BDSM porn site where she masturbated regularly to the videos there.

The first window had a white blonde girl around her age with her hands tied behind her back. She was being dominated sexually by two black women who were also naked. The girl had her face forcefully pushed between one of the black woman's legs, and she was being fucked by the other one with a strapon. They played with the woman's breasts with force and pinched the girl's nipples hard. Unfamiliar eyes would think it was against her will, but Rose could see that the girl consented to this abuse by the look in her lustful eyes.

The following three rooms were the same as the first, with all the girls being blondes and tied up by black female doms. One was tied to a bed and had a beautiful black woman sitting on her face, pouring hot wax on her nipples as she ate the black girl's pussy. The next one had a girl chained to the wall as a line of black women who were only wearing strapons waited to take turns fucking her. The girl had a white dress, and Rose watched as it got ripped off her body. At first, the girl looked scared, but it was just an act and part of the role-playing game.

Rose could see that all of the girls were enjoying their ill-treatment and the last one found pleasure from pain. In the middle of the room chains were hanging from the ceiling that a woman was bound to and being whipped by a black woman. The white girl was the only one naked, while the black woman was wearing a sexy latex outfit outlining her body like an extra layer of skin. Rose was expecting to see the girl's face twitching from pain instead made an expression full of ecstasy each time she got struck.

The girl gave the impression that she was being fucked by her lover rather than whipped. Rose could see the red marks on her body, revealing that the girl got beaten for a while. She wished that she could be in any of these four rooms, and the look that she gave Agnes told her that she was about to cave in to her desires. Rose took one last look at the girl getting whipped before letting Agnes guide her into the next room.

There was a bed with handcuffs hanging from the bedpost, and they had red fur around them. The wall on the other side of the room had a device set up to tie a person to it. A row of ball gags on a table beside it ranged from different types and colors. In the middle of the room were two chains with leather cuffs hanging down, almost giving the illusion that they were floating in space. There was also a table with different sex toys and whips on it. The light only highlighted the room's key area, and the rest was in total darkness. The light seemed to come out of nowhere, making the room appear to have no ceiling.

"Pick your poison, my dear, or walk back to your friends. The choice is yours and what happens next is up to you," Agnes told Rose in a sweet seductive voice.

So, Rose was given an out and could have walked back, but she would never taste the forbidden fruit that she so desperately craved. She had come too far to back down now, and this night she would finally give in to her desires. She walked to the center of the room, singing under her breath the song that a certain Disney princess that she resembled as she unzipped her dress. Rose first slid the right strap of her dress over her shoulder than the left before letting it fall off her body.