Refashioned Pt. 03

Frowning slightly, Annabel felt a thought surface through the cloying treacle. Mustering all her energy, she tried to protect the precious spark of consciousness that had managed to bubble to the surface. She was thinking, analysing.

Lauren's predatory stare.

Being seduced.

The wrinkles in her brow deepened. Her sluggish mind was struggling to join the dots with glacial slowness. The murky greyness that had blanketed her mind was starting to fade being replaced with understanding.

Lauren was doing something to her.

Something bad. It was wrong.

Very wrong.

She had to....

The lights strobed sharply, the blinding blue stabbing directly into her brain, piercing through her like a laser beam, cutting away everything in its path.

Slowly, the dazzling blue faded and the fog returned.

Annabel's face smoothed.

The voice in her ears whispered insistently, soothing her. She didn't need to think. It was much easier to give in. Surrendering to the lights and the voice was much easier than thinking.

Much easier.

So she did just that.

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Annabel felt wonderful. It had been a week since she'd moved in with Lauren and she had never felt better. She was deeply in love with a beautiful girlfriend who reciprocated her feelings, she lived in an amazing house and she was already starting to feel the benefits of Naomi's fitness regime.

She had never felt so free. All her fears and cares were gone as if an oppressive weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

Life was good.

So unbelievably good.

So when Naomi had suggested she join in an evening workout as well as their regular morning routine, she'd happily agreed. Only a short time ago she would have been in no fit state to exercise after work, but now she felt alive and full of energy all the time.

That was why she found herself staring intently at the large screen before her. The familiar road wound ever onwards past her eyes as she pedalled furiously. The dappled light filtering through the trees alongside the infinite road she travelled was soothing, reminding her of a beautiful summer's day. Eyes wide, she drank in the scenery flashing before her, transfixed by the dazzling hypnotic interplay between the light and shadow, brightness and dark, that flashed on the screen before her.

She saw but didn't see.

Blankly she sped forwards striving to reach a destination that did not exist.

It didn't matter.

She was happy.

Finally, the screen blinked three times before the Medusa logo glowed brightly before her eyes signalling the end of the session.

Slowly, Annabel wound down and blinked, the afterimage of the Medusa logo momentarily burned into her retina.

Easing herself off the bike, Annabel turned to look at Naomi who flashed her approval. Annabel smiled widely in return, thrilling pleasurably at pleasing her instructor.

"Good job everybody," Naomi praised the two girls warmly.

"Tomorrow morning as usual?" she asked in a manner that demanded only one answer.

Body singing with joy, Annabel drained the remains of her water bottle and headed upstairs to grab a shower and ready herself for the evening's entertainment. Did Naomi and Jess know? Did they suspect anything? Not that it mattered in the slightest. All that mattered was her love for Lauren. The thought of her lithe lover made her pulse quicken.

After cleaning up and preparing herself, Annabel entered Lauren's room.

Her lover had her back to the door, sitting at her desk working at her computer. Silently padding over to the bed, Annabel draped herself over the edge, head down slightly, gazing alluringly through her blond bangs towards her beloved. She eagerly arranged her body for her lover's delectation desperately hoping to please Lauren. Her nipples were already bullet-hard as her clit sang a rapturous hymn of joy.

Annabel had fallen so deeply and so quickly that sometimes she felt as if she was watching somebody else saying and doing these things. It was uncanny. But ruminating about such trivialities was a form of self-sabotage that threatened to destroy everything she held dear. So Annabel banished the negative thoughts to the deepest recesses of her mind and allowed herself to be filled with pleasure instead.

All the defences she normally erected to protect herself had been breached.

Lauren was truly the source of everything good in her life.

Annabel felt so connected to the beautiful woman she loved. Everything about Lauren made her sing with joy. Lauren was perfection personified. She worshipped her. From her pert ass to her perfectly formed breasts, from the constellation of stars tattooed on her thighs to the sweet tang of Lauren's juices on her tongue as she slurped her glorious pussy, Annabel adored her with every fibre of her being.

Registering her presence, Lauren turned in her seat. Her hazel eyes gleamed as they swept over Annabel's body, the very briefest hint of a wolfish grin quickly twisting into a broad welcoming smile.

"Hi," Annabel breathed, pulse quickening in the presence of the woman she loved. She had no idea why she felt the need to exhibit herself like this. Lauren had never asked her to do it. But somehow, instinctively, she knew Lauren liked this nightly performance. It had become a private ritual reserved just for them.

Annabel knew that Lauren adored her, just as she loved her in return. Lauren only wanted the best for her. She trusted her. All this was true. Unquestionably true.

"I'll be finished in a few minutes," Lauren went on, indicating her computer. "In the meantime, why don't you entertain yourself?"

Nodding eagerly, Annabel retrieved her phone. Moments later she was lost, absorbed by the latest additions to the forum, her practiced hand buried deep within her pulsating slit. By now she was utterly unselfconscious about masturbating for her lover. It was a game that both of them enjoyed. Next to actual girlsex with Lauren, teasing herself whilst ogling an endless procession of visor wearing females was the most wonderful thing in the world.

The woman on the screen before her resembled Monica. Slightly. A longer face and different hair, but the bone-structure of her face was similar. Enough to spark her vivid imagination into overdrive.

Lauren had said this was quite normal and she believed her. Completely.

All the years of repressed sexuality had finally caught up with Annabel. She was simply making up for lost time.

And it felt good.

Annabel adored masturbating to women of all types, shapes and sizes. Visors were just the icing on the cake. Lauren had not only been understanding of her obsessive fetish but even encouraged her. It had become a ritual; watching Annabel frig herself to these anonymous women turned Lauren on.

They both got off on it.

Lauren pandered to her fantasies. As part of their nightly games, Lauren talked dirty to her. Only now it was about co-workers she knew and saw everyday in the office. Her lover would spin twisted tales about them until Annabel could practically see them glowing in her mind, their features now slack and blank beneath the erotically dehumanizing silver visors that covered them.

Everybody was fair game.

Even shy little Monica.

Monica was quite cute really. The poor girl obviously had no idea how to live up to her potential. If only she would ditch her usual nondescript, drab outfits, get a haircut that flattered her face and learn how to accentuate her assets, she could go far.

But, at this point in time, fantasy was all that Annabel could do for Monica. So she indulged.

Yes. She imagined herself standing over her, Monica's lips creased into a weak, uncertain smile as the attentive woman waited for what was to come. Her face was flushed, reddened from the hours of frenzied masturbation she'd endured. Poor, confused Monica had finally succumbed to her newfound sexual urges. And she had liked it. Everything she had once believed about herself was open to question.

Annabel empathised.

Annabel knew her co-worker was torn. She could sense it. The conflict between holding on to her old rational self, that held her back, and surrendering completely to the animal needs that would set her free, raged on within Monica.

For the moment, Monica's baser nature controlled her thoughts and actions. She had tasted paradise and wanted more. But without Annabel's help that intense passion would subside and Monica's old, boring self would return and drag her back to her tedious, humdrum existence.

Monica would remain a timorous wallflower destined to vanish into the background.

If Annabel permitted that to happen.

Annabel felt the determination swell.

No.

It wasn't fair. Monica deserved better. Annabel would help her. Monica must be made to understand just how happy and fulfilled she could be.

Monica's eyes were wide, now registering the mirrored visor Annabel was offering to her. Monica moaned as the arousal bubbled up. Her destiny awaited. The promise of a better future or eternal mediocrity; such was the stark choice Monica had before her.

The decision was made. No words were spoken, Her blazing eyes silently pleaded with Annabel.

Nodding reassuringly, Annabel carefully positioned the headset over Monica's head, locking it firmly in place.

Annabel paused momentarily as her sex gushed in anticipation of what was to come. Then she activated the device.

The old-Monica would be no more.

She would become like all the others.

Reduced.

Diminshed.

But better.

More alluring.

Something to be craved.

An object of desire.

Such was her true place in life. Forever. Monica would be happy.

Annabel gasped aloud, the lust washing through her like a swollen river that had burst its banks.

But no matter how much she fingered herself she always managed to hold it on the edge. Cyber-sex on the forum was fun but she knew better. Gone were the days of satisfying her selfish needs, whenever and wherever she desired.

She had Lauren to think of now.

Release was special, reserved only for Lauren. It was how she demonstrated her undying love.

Annabel moaned once more as the Monica-fantasy slowly dissolved as the image on-screen was replaced by an unknown Asian woman.

Although absorbed in her task, a small part of her mind dared to hope that Lauren was enjoying the show.

She needed to please her lover. Constantly.

But that was ok. It was a sign that she was in a healthy, fulfilling relationship.

Annabel was certain of that.

______

Her eyes opened. She sleeping. Somehow, at some level, Annabel knew that. The knowledge soothed her.

She was so relaxed and so deeply asleep.

The blue light flickered before her wide eyes as she stared vacantly ahead. There was a voice in her ears, clear and distinct, insistently whispering words.

Everything was fine. She just had to lie here and think of nothing.

The voice was telling her things. Repeating words. Over and over.

That was good. Annabel knew she had to listen to the voice. It calmed her.

Vaguely, she discerned that the rapidly flashing shades of blue were merging together, morphing into a new feature. Her sleepy mind struggled to make out what she was looking at.

A spiral!

It twirled and whirled before her unfocussed eyes.

Annabel sighed contentedly in understanding. The voice was louder now.

Her eyes widened, drawn into the spiral that now captivated her completely.

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Staring intently at the screen, Annabel rode the waves of red-hot pleasure cascading over her. Scrolling through the procession of women who stared back from her phone, Annabel surrendered to the desire that consumed her, each one stoking her ravenous hunger. The Gorgon forum was a hive of activity. All young, attractive and very, very desirable. She rolled her clit gently between her fingers, relishing the sensations that sparked through her body as the fog of erotic arousal deepened.

Although it was lunch and she was still in work, thanks to Lauren's discovery of the empty executive bathroom on the sixth floor they were free to fully indulge themselves. Attached to the deserted boardroom, only used twice a year, their hideaway was a secret refuge from the workaday world.

It was part of her daily routine by now. She'd eat Naomi's special lunch at her desk before discreetly slipping upstairs and locking herself in the marble tiled sanctuary. With it's multiple cubicles and bright mirrors that allowed her to fix her appearance, touch up her make-up and disguise the scent of sex before she resumed her worker-drone routine, it made the perfect sanctuary.

An image of a curvaceous brunette flickered before her eyes. Annabel savoured the sight, drinking in the woman's silver encased eyes and her suggestive lips. The photo drew her in. An unknown Gorgon woman offering herself up for others to use. Needy. Desperate to please those who viewed her.

Tendrils of pleasure shot through her body as Annabel lusted after her.

Like.

Her phone pinged, disrupting her thoughts. A new friend request. Quickly, Annabel hit accept and her screen shimmered with a familiar face. Mouth agape, Annabel stared at the features of her friend who smiled guilelessely back from her phone.

Bubbly, chatty Sonya returned her gaze, her blue eyes sparkling with happiness, her broad smile baring a mouth full of perfect teeth, as the high collar of a brand new navy blue turtleneck gripped her neck tightly.

She frowned. Sonya wasn't like the others. They were anonymous figures, devoid of all identity, reduced in her mind to nothing more than sexual objects that existed to satisfy her deliciously depraved urges.

But this was somebody she actually knew. Sonya was a friend. They'd known each other since college. Almost ten years. She'd even attended her wedding last summer with Mark.

Sonya was from before. Before she'd met Lauren. Before she'd learned just how much she liked girls.

Annabel felt the unsettling thoughts percolate through her arousal, her hands trembling.

Sonya was different.

She was real.

The woman who stared back from the screen in her hand had a name, a personality, a life. How horrified would Sonya be if she knew that Annabel was sitting half naked on a toilet, frenziedly masturbating to her picture?

She began to imagine her friends face now contorted with disgust.

Her arousal dimmed as a new emotion took its place.

Shame.

And something else.

Betrayal.

Annabel felt her eyes well up as she continued to gaze at Sonya.

What was she doing? What had she become?

Tears rolled down her cheeks as Annabel froze. Her mind was stupefied, numbed by the disturbing thoughts, her body shaking all over.

Annabel was staring to realise the depths of depravity into which she had sunk. What had she had become? She was sick.

Just then there was a loud click as the bathroom door lock was opened from the outside. Taking all the energy she could muster, Annabel somehow managed to drag her watery eyes away from the screen.

Lauren locked the door behind her.

Her vision blurred, Annabel stared dumbly at her lover who made no move to approach her. Lauren just stood there observing everything, her expression unreadable.

After a brief pause, Lauren's heels clicked loudly on the tiles as she strode towards the cubicle in which Annabel sat, the petite woman looming over her.

"Show me," she ordered quietly taking the phone from Annabel's weak grasp, inspecting the image displayed upon it.

"Someone you know?" Lauren questioned, her hazel eyes flicking away from the screen to stare directly at Annabel.

Nodding numbly, Annabel sat passively as her lover's gaze returned to Sonya's photograph.

Licking her lips Lauren inspected Sonya's photo. "Pretty," Lauren remarked approvingly, before returning the phone.

Annabel stared dumbly up at the woman she loved, the tears slowly ebbing away, her vision clearing.

"You sent her the link?" Lauren asked now.

Bobbing her head once more, Annabel acknowledged that, at Lauren's urging, Sonya had been one of the many friends and contacts she'd sent the special Gorgon introductory discount offer to.

"Good," Lauren soothed, smiling lightly.

Her eyes were drying as the feeling of dread slowly dissipated as she listened to Lauren's words. Annabel felt the reassuring sexual thrill that accompanied being in her lover's presence reassert itself. Her fears dimmed and dimmed with every breath.

"She's a lucky girl," Lauren continued.

Quickly nodding her agreement, Annabel hung on her lover's words, each one washing away more and more of the negative thoughts and emotions that had overwhelmed her. Slowly, she felt her confidence returning.

"You did the right thing by bringing her to the forum. She will make lots of new friends. She will be happy, just like you," the powerful brunette woman pressed.

Lauren reached out, gently caressing Annabel's cheeks, wiping away the moistness. She nuzzled her lover's hands desperately, relishing the contact, greedy for more.

"You want to be happy, don't you Annabel?"

Annabel, now tingling all over, quickly agreed. "Oh yes Lauren!"

Lauren's smile broadened, her gleaming eyes signifying approval. "Very good. You deserve to be happy Annabel."

"Yes Lauren," she sighed contentedly. Deep down Annabel knew that it was true. Lauren would make her happy. She would protect her. Nothing bad would happen. That was why she loved her so much.

"You're just a little bit confused Annabel," Lauren continued softly. "Being attracted to girls is quite normal. It's perfectly ok to have sexual fantasies about other women. It is quite harmless."

Eagerly, Annabel agreed. Her lover was right. It was normal. Perfectly normal. This was just another aspect of her sexuality. Sexy women turned her on, and Sonya was very sexy. Previously she hadn't seen that. But her eyes had been well and truly opened.

Nodding at the phone which Annabel held loosely in her hand, Lauren smiled conspiratorially. "She's stunning," her lover remarked with obvious approval as Annabel let out a melodious moan, surrendering to the pleasure which had returned with a vengeance.

"Don't worry, I'm not jealous," Lauren reassured her, winking playfully.

Her pussy sizzling with joy, Annabel sighed and fell deep into the hazel eyes of her girlfriend.

"It's a real shame she's not here now," Lauren pouted in mock disappointment, her eyes glittering with meaning.

Her voice was deep, husky with arousal that matched Annabel's own. "But I am."

Annabel groaned, her body quaking as a wave of lust crashed through her.

With that Lauren slowly sank to her knees, her hands gently parting Annabel thighs, exposing her dripping snatch. Annabel shuddered in anticipation, her body already primed and eager to embrace the bliss that only Lauren could provide. Spreading her legs wide, she felt Lauren's hot breath tickle against her needy sex.

Peering up from between her legs, her lover smirked as Annabel stared helplessly into her mesmerising eyes. "Lets have some fun," Lauren urged. "Concentrate on her picture Annabel. I'll do the rest."

Without thinking, Annabel raised the phone up close to her face, using both hands to steady the shimmering image of her wonderful friend.

Squealing, she registered Lauren's tongue slithering slowly, sensuously over her netherlips.

Her fears vanished immediately. The promise of pleasure obliterated all else.

The phone now clamped in her hands, Sonya's smiling face stared dumbly back at her. Shuddering uncontrollably as Lauren's dexterous tongue slid inside her, Annabel maintained her focus on the screen. Utterly oblivious to the perverted purposes to which her image was being used for, sweet, innocent Sonya's digital smile never wavered.

Spluttering with pleasure as the tongue slid deeper into her, a howl of raw, primal need rose from the very depths of her being as Annabel unthinkingly ground her cunt into Lauren's face, willing her lover to take her deeper and deeper into the ecstasy she craved.