Kennedy

The dildo slipped free from Janet with a slurp. Nicole turned her head and Janet covered herself in Nicole's blanket. It was ridiculous, because Kennedy, who was standing in the door to Nicole's bedroom, had seen Janet in significantly more **** states.

"Is that really what you think about us?" Kennedy asked. "That we're dirty dykes?"

Nicole rather quickly went from embarrassment to anger. Kennedy was in her apartment - uninvited. "What are you doing here?"

Kennedy stepped into the room and started looking around as she spoke. She explained that after Janet had finished eating her ass for the day, she sent her on her way. What she didn't expect was her pet to go into Nicole's apartment. After waiting a rather long time, she decided to see what was going on. The door was unlocked, and because "you're a free-use slut, so I figured your door was open for anyone and everyone. It's obvious you're still letting the Neanderthal in."

Nicole was so irritated that Kennedy interrupted and let herself in that she blurted, "I'm not free-use for just anyone!"

Kennedy wasn't looking at Nicole. Her eyes were roaming around her neighbor's bedroom. "We already had this conversation before you willingly entertained everyone at my PowerPoint Party." It was a fact, and the fact made Nicole feel sheepish. Kennedy wore a mask of disdain and disgust. "You live like a perverted piggy."

"Kennedy, I'm sorry! She invited me in," Janet said. She had rolled off the bed and was getting dressed. "It wasn't my fault."

Kennedy laughed. "Oh please, Janet. You've been begging me to do this to you for a month." Kennedy turned her attention to Nicole's closet. "Now we know that without my supervision, your willpower collapses. At least you didn't go find a random dude in a bar like last time. You went with Bi-cole who..." she glances over her shoulder and looks Nicole up and down "...is a poor specimen of a woman, but a woman." She started pushing Nicole's clothes around the racks. Kennedy tsked as if it was all beneath her. "Now, you two make out while I explore Nicole's wardrobe."

"What?" The two women said in unison.

Kennedy sighed heavily, clearly annoyed. "Janet, get those clothes back off, get back on the bed and make out with Bi-cole. Bi-cole, take off that ridiculous harness immediately! A bottom has no business wearing one of those. Make out with Janet a while playing with your clitties and I'll explore this horrifying wardrobe."

Nicole felt her heart hammering against her chest. All protests had died in her throat as she watched, dumbstruck as Janet obediently complied. The woman she was just fucking was back on her bed and naked. This was her life, she thought, this is what she wanted. Nicole slides out of the harness and puts it aside. She raised an eyebrow at Janet. A signal of solidarity and a silent question of 'are you sure?' Janet answered by aggressively grabbing Nicole's crotch. She leaned in and kissed the free-use woman. Nicole groaned loudly into her mouth, reciprocating with her own exploration as her fingers explored Janet's intimate folds.

"Good piggies," Kennedy said. She began to pull Nicole's clothes from their hangers and toss them into two piles. There was something about having her property violated while she was "****" to make out with another woman that lit a fire in Nicole. Her free hand grabbed Janet's ass and squeezed it hard. Her nails pressed the other woman's flesh. Janet's free hand found its way to Nicole's hair, and, as Nicole had done earlier, she pulled on it. Nicole gasped into Janet's mouth.

"Nope, Nope, god no, ew, maybe, surprising," Kennedy loudly judged Nicole's clothing, but Nicole wasn't listening closely. She was enjoying the softness of Janet's skin on hers. The feeling of their breasts mashing together and nipples occasionally brushing one another. Their mutual aggressiveness as they realized unfulfilled needs in one another. "Oh Nick," Janet moaned into Nicole's mouth. "Right there."

"No orgasms," Kennedy barked. Nicole heard her dresser drawers opening now. "Holy shit, piggy, how many sex toys do you have?"

The question broke a tiny part of Nicole's brain from her focus on Janet. She knew the answer to that question. She knew it precisely. Her Discord group required her to have a mental inventory of everything she owned. For a long time, she had to reference a spreadsheet, but she found that always knowing the exact count of her dildoes, vibrators, gags, butt plugs, etc, was humiliating. The knowledge turned her on. She was about to answer when Kennedy started tossing the clothing items in Nicole's drawers into the same piles as the closet. "Gross, dated, creepy, kinda sexy, I don't want to know, cute, nope, nope, maybe, who'd wear this?" Nicole was starting to feel ashamed of her clothes. She broke the kiss. "Some of that stuff is old. I need to do a Goodwill run."

"Did I tell you to stop kissing my pet?" Kennedy asked. "69. Now."

Janet spoke for both of them, uttering a single syllable in agreement. She then leaned Nicole back onto the bed and shifted her body until their most intimate parts were in alignment. Janet's pelvic area was above Nicole's face, while Nicole’s was above Janet’s.

"Pet, thank me for letting you taste pussy," Kennedy said.

"I-I'd rather taste yours," Janet replied looking up at Nicole's slick labia.

Kennedy laughed. "That's the correct answer, but Bi-cole must suffice. Now get to work."

Nicole was weirdly stung by Janet's comment. She compensated by burying her face between Janet's thighs. She had a new determination. She was going to make Janet orgasm. The two women went to work, each trying to pleasure the other. Their tongues and fingers explored each other's deepest depths and betraying cries and moans echoed in the small bedroom. Nicole felt like they were in a competition.

"Oh, kinky, this'll be useful," Nicole heard Kennedy say, but she didn't look up. She had a goal.

Nicole licked and nibbled Janet's nub with an intense hunger, her tongue darting in circles around it until Janet squirmed beneath her. Nicole inserted two fingers inside and twisted them around, feeling the warmth of Janet's interior as they explored. With each pass, Janet trembled more beneath her touch until she finally arched her hips in pleasure. "Oh fuck," Janet gasped. "Nick," she moaned. Janet returned Nicole's exploration, but instead, her fingers found Nicole's ass. One finger slid inside, and Janet held it there as her tongue aggressively flicked over Nicole's clit.

Nicole's sphincter clenched on Janet's finger. She was getting close to an orgasm. Janet was, too, because she called out to Kennedy, "I-I'm going to..."

And -SLAP-! Nicole is startled by the sound of something hard connecting with soft flesh. Janet squeals and bolts up and away from Nicole. Kennedy stands over the two women, their chins glistening, with one of Nicole's many paddles. "That's enough of that. You went behind my back, so no orgasms until I say so. Let's leave this piggy to her pervy fantasies." Janet whined but climbed off the bed and started to get dressed. Nicole's head was spinning. She was so turned on but also flummoxed by what Kennedy had done to her room. Her entire closet and dresser had been emptied into piles.

"My clothes..." Nicole murmured as she pulled a blanket over her body. It was a bizarre violation.

"Those can go to Goodwill; those would get you arrested at Goodwill and should probably be burned; and those you can keep," Kennedy said, taking time to point at each pile. Nicole was confused. Was she serious? "And, when you come by our place Monday at 7 p.m. I want you to wear what I put on the chair. This," she said, picking up one of Nicole's duffle bags, "is coming with me." The bag was practically bursting. She was going to ask what Kennedy was taking but knew she'd get a non-answer, so she sat silently. Kennedy smiled. "Understood? Monday at 7?"

"Y-yes," Nicole stammered. She'd need to update her calendar.

Kennedy shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Fuckin' predictable. Come on, Janet. You're no longer going home. You need a reeducation."

Janet said, "Yes, Kennedy," and gazed long and hard at Nicole before finally following Kennedy out of the bedroom.

Nicole collapsed on her bed. It was an exhausting day, and she was ready to order some takeout, file a report for her Discord group, and get to bed early.