An Intense Moment

As they all got out of the car, Christie clutched Amber's hand and began to drag her into the house.

"Ah ah!" Mrs. Garica shouted, watching Christie slow to a halt. "Don't drag our guest away to your room before I've had a proper chance to say goodbye!"

Christie rolled her eyes. "Fine Mom, whatever." She turned and walked into the house, the door to the garage closing behind her. "I'll meet you in my room!" she called back, and a strange silence feel over the garage.

They paused for what felt like an eternity -- Amber staring at the floor, Mrs. Garcia staring hungrily into her eyes. Eventually Amber spoke up, attempting to break the silence. "T-thank you for letting me stay here, Mrs. Garcia--"

"Basta!" The exclamation shut Amber up with a yelp as a hand lifted her chin, forcing her to look in the other woman's eyes. "No more of that, do you understand me young woman?" Mrs. Garcia glared at her in irritation. "What did I ask you to call me?"

Amber swallowed heavily. She felt ****, defenseless, and... almost aroused as she stared wide-eyed up at Christie's mother. "S-sorry... Maria..." She squeaked out, breathing in sharply as Maria's other hand found her hip.

"That's much better girl." Maria said, pulling Amber ever so slightly slower. Amber's breath began to quicken as the dim light surrounding Maria began to flicker, dimming slightly. "It's much better when you listen." The fingers holding her chin twisted themselves through her hair, eliciting a small moan from Amber. She felt so tiny in this woman's arms.

The flickering continued as Maria spoke. "It would be such a... shame, if I had to punish you." There was something in her tone, something so commanding, that Amber felt like she would do anything this woman wanted. She gasped as she saw the briefest hint of darkness wrapping around Maria's hands, mingling with her holy aura. It was as though her contact with Amber were causing something sinister to infect her, to spread up her body. As it spread up to her head, Maria's whole aura seemed to darken, like a drop of food coloring mixed into water. Swirls of darkness formed and dissipated as Maria appeared to grapple with her thoughts. Amber quickly pulled away, watching the flow of darkness into Maria stop.

"I-i-i've really got to go, Mrs. Gar -- I meanm Maria!" Amber gasped out. "Christie, she's p-probably waiting for me..."

Maria swallowed and her aura stilled, as she seemed to gain control. "Yes, that's fine Amber..." then there was a sudden surge of darkness as Maria spoke with anger and intensity. "But don't let that disgusting dyke touch you, do you understand? You're MINE."

The statement seemed to surprise even Maria as her color returned to the normal warm glow Amber was used to. Amber jerked away, backing towards the wall. What was happening? She fumbled for the door handle, feeling a strange sense of desire mixed with panic. Amber tore open the door and fled towards Christie's room, she was dimly aware of the wetness between her legs.