Rise of the new queen

As you were recovering from your marathon with Bianca, Lucy sobbed quietly from the corner of the room and reminded you that she was still there. Truth be told, you had forgotten about her presence after you stuffed her mouth with your underwear to shut her up.

Pulling out of Bianca and letting her collapse bonelessly on the bed, you went over to Lucy and pulled the makeshift gag out of her mouth. The cloth was soaking wet, but you were going to have to wash it anyways, so you didn't care. Instead of giving Lucy a chance to say anything, you presented your cock to her and made her clean it while you told her the rest of her punishment.

"From tomorrow onwards, you are never to let another girl touch your pussy," you tell her. "Not Bianca, not any other girl in the future ever. And you must also start fucking at least one man a day and making sure they cum inside your cunt. If any other men ask, you are not allowed to say no to letting them fuck you."

Your hands reach down and grope for her pussy, finding it wet to the touch and sliding your fingers inside her before continuing. "You will become a free use lesbian slut until you get knocked up with some man's baby. After that happens, you're forgiven for being a gay lesbian whore," you say. "Now, get out of my apartment so I can sleep," you dismiss her.

Sobbing, Lucy slowly collects herself and her things and moves towards your bedroom door to leave. Just before she walks out, she pauses and turns around. "What about Bianca?" she asks you fearfully.

You look up at her, annoyed that she still hasn't left, but hear her question and look back down at Bianca's prone **** form lying on your bed next to you. "That's for me to know, and no longer your problem," you tell her smugly. Lucy has nothing else to say at that and finally leaves your apartment with her things, closing the main door with a solid thunk as she goes out into the night.

After Lucy left, you looked back down at Bianca's sleeping form next to you and pondered what you actually wanted to do with the lesbian slut you'd fucked into unconsciousness on your bed. If she was asleep, you weren't sure if you could give her instructions and whether she would still process and listen to them when she woke up. Thinking to your experiments earlier that day, if someone could slip up and forget about an instruction you gave them, then it was more than likely that someone **** would not hear your command or be able to follow them.

"Huh, seems like I'm stuck with you for a while then," you mused out loud into the room. Staring at Bianca for a while longer, you finally got up from the bed and went to the bathroom, locking the door first before you went so Bianca wouldn't leave without saying anything to you.

You picked up the discarded clothing on the floor as you went and hung them up in the bathroom to wash. After using the toilet, you stuck your head out again to see Bianca still knocked out on your bed, so you decided to take a shower since you were all sweaty and sticky, especially your lower half.

The shower felt good, and you chuckled to yourself in the bathroom as you dried yourself off with the towel that you'd greeted the girls in earlier. Seeing action twice in one night wasn't bad, you joked privately to yourself.

Going back out to sit down on your bed, you sighed as you stretched out next to Bianca. "What am I going to do with you," you pondered out loud. "Unless I'm wrong, you and Lucy aren't a perfect thing anymore, and what I did tonight didn't help things much between you two." You casually reached out while you were thinking and ran a hand up Bianca's naked side while you thought out loud.

"Lucy's gone off for now, and the punishment I gave her will occupy her for a long time to come. She'll be fucking men on a daily basis, left right and centre. I don't think she's going to be much good company for you in the future," you say, stroking the breast closest to you. "The question is, what am I going to do with you?"

Bianca stirred at this moment and shivered a little on the bed. "Are you going to continue punishing me?" she croaked out softly from her spot on the bed without moving.

You turn to look at her in surprise before turning away again and continuing to stare off into the distance as you think. You decide to try something new and see what happens from it.

"Do you feel like I should continue punishing you? Do you want me to continue punishing you?" you asked her curiously. The answer was surely no to both. If you understood the email correctly, lesbians would feel compelled to apologise to you with sex, but it said nothing about how they would react to it in the long term.

Bianca didn't answer you immediately, but she slowly pulled herself together and sat up on the bed with her legs crossed under her. She leaned back on the pillows and sighed as she stayed quiet for a while.

Eventually, she said "I don't know." You raised a brow at the fact that it wasn't an outright no already, and stayed silent, hoping she would elaborate and she did.

Sitting up, she stared at her foot while she spoke in a low voice. "You're not wrong, Lucy and I have been together for years but it's been...stale for a while. We haven't really been doing much together, outside of just being officially 'together' and living in the same place. I miss those days when we were something special and we doted on each other like we were one other's everything," she mused. "But I don't think that those days are coming back anytime soon between Lucy and I."

"No," I agreed. Especially not with Lucy acting under the instructions of my punishment, seeking out whatever men she could around her to get fucked until she was eventually pregnant. "I doubt that will be happening soon."

Bianca snorted, and flopped back on the bed again next to me. "Yeah, because you told her that was her punishment for being gay. You made us both fuck men for being lesbians," she says, with bitterness. This time you can hear the emotion thickly in her voice.

A trickle of remorse comes into your tone as you say to Bianca, "I'm sorry about that."

She gives a short huff of amusement. "No, you're not. You're in a position of power, knowing that lesbian girls need to apologise to you desperately. We don't have a choice about it, we were born like this and it's just something we're guilty of." She stares out of the window for a while before murmuring back in a low voice, "You're just taking advantage of something in your favour. I would do the same in your shoes."

Her admission takes you by surprise, since no one seems to know about the reality altering contents of the email you received. Assuming that Bianca here doesn't fully know or see how being gay would be something she should feel guilty over, her perceptiveness of the situation is startling to you.

You don't really know what to say to her after that, but Bianca turns to you with an amused look on her face after a bit and smacks your arm to break your stare. "Hey, I'm still a lesbian through and through okay?" she tells you. "Just need to get that straight. I'm still not attracted to men, nor would I want a relationship of any sort with a man." You're not sure what the point of this tangent is.

"However," she continues, "if you'd like to keep me around indefinitely to fuck as your lesbian slut for my punishment, I wouldn't be able to say no to you."

You could swear there is the tiniest beginnings of a smile that flicker across her face at your reaction. You don't let her savour that feeling for too long though and quickly compose yourself. "Then your punishment will be to be my personal lesbian slut until I decide otherwise," you say to her. "You will service me whenever I demand, follow me where I go unless instructed, and stay with me until I decide your punishment is over."

Bianca nods. "That's settled then," she says.

After a moment, she reaches out to you and asks quietly, "Would you like to cuddle me and sleep until morning?" You agree after a moment's hesitation and get under the covers with her. You are the large spoon, of course, since Bianca is so much smaller than you. She is warm and comforting in your arms, and your limbs entangle together in a way that makes you wish you hadn't done all this to her in a moment of remorse.

Just before you fall asleep, you murmur to her that you need to go to work tomorrow and she needs to wake you up before 8. Bianca asks something questioning back, but you don't remember what she said, or if you even respond. You drift off to sleep comfortingly with her in your arms.