“No Cum for you!?”

Janet nodded as she smirked. “We’re all girls here so we can’t give you a cum cure Harriet!”

Rachel’s smile didn’t falter. “True. True. But then again how often does a girl get the chance to have a hot slut like this at her disposal? Even if we don’t have a cock handy we can still have some fun,” Rachel said, her voice dropping to a seductive purr as she reached down and began stroking Harriet’s crotch. “She wants it bad. Don’t you Harriet. I can feel how hot and wet you are. And we have lots and lots of toys to make things fun for girls. You want to play, don’t you slut?”

The feeling was electric, and Harriet’s body responded immediately. Her hips bucked forward, her pussy begging for more. Rachel’s touch was different from Mark’s, more knowing, more confident. She knew exactly how to play Harriet’s body like a fiddle.

"Please," Harriet whined, her voice pathetic, a **** to her new bodies needs. "I need it. Give me what I need."

“How the mighty have fallen… Are you a submissive little slut? Will you beg?” Rachel asked as she gently played with Harriet’s swollen clit and nether lips.

Harriet couldn’t think properly. This was her ex’s lover and yet… she wanted it bad. Rachel’s question was a tease, a challenge that Harriet’s new instincts couldn’t ignore. She fell to her knees, her body trembling with need. “Yes… Rachel, Janet, I’ll do anything. I’ll be yours, I’ll be whatever you want. Please, I’m begging you,” she begged, her voice high and needy. She felt a rush of submissive arousal.

“Good girl. Undress. I’m going to fuck your brains out…” Rachel promised.

With trembling hands, Harriet stripped, pulling her dress up over her head, her eyes barely leaving Rachel’s face. Janet watched in smug satisfaction as Rachel led her into the bedroom, a room that had once been theirs. The sight of Rachel’s strong, confident stride only added to Harriet’s arousal. She felt like a helpless plaything, and she hated it—and loved it.

Once in the bedroom, Rachel pushed her onto the bed, her own clothing coming off in a blur of fabric and skin.

Janet hovered in the doorway, watching in fascination as she also slowly undressed. Rachel pulled out a strap-on, and Harriet’s eyes widened. She had never been with a woman before, but her body was responding as if it had been waiting for this moment. Rachel fastened the harness around her waist, the dildo jutting out from her hips like a weapon of pleasure.

"You treated Janet poorly you little slut so again, I want you to beg for it, Harry," Rachel said, her voice low and sultry. "Beg for me to fuck you."

"P-please, Rachel," Harriet stuttered, her cheeks flushing as she felt the tip of the strap-on pressing against her wet pussy, the sexual satisfaction she now craved within her reach. All she had to do was beg. Harry never would have begged. He was too proud. But right now she wasn’t Harry. "Fuck me. Make me cum. Make me feel like a little slut."

Rachel's smile grew even more vindictive as she positioned herself between Harriet's legs. "You want it that badly, huh?" Rachel's hand caressed the silicone cock, a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. "But what if you stay like this and be ours?"