Helga, a 47 year old German dominatrix

Using the supplies that Big Fucker had provided, Sophie set about preparing a romantic meal for the second housemate, who would enter the house later in the evening. She took time to prepare the table and herself to be as sophisticated as possible – even though she half suspected (and half fantacised) that he would most likely ignore the food, throw her over the table and fuck her senseless, and all her preparations would have been for nothing.

Of course, the 21 year old student mused, the second housemate could be a woman. How would she handle that. The pretty young brunette considered herself pretty liberated. But she had never actually… done it… with a woman before. She wondered what it would be like – a romantic meal with a gorgeous young woman and then a little gentle lovemaking for dessert. Yes, she could handle that, she was sure.

From 9:30pm, Sophie became aware of the noise from the crowd that was gathering outside the Big Fucker house. By 9:50pm it had become deafening. At 9:55pm it surged into a roar, as the new housemate was announced. Sophie paced the floor in nervous anticipation. At 10pm precisely, the new housemate entered the house.

Sophie ran forward to meet her new companion, but the greeting died on her lips. Helga was tall and broad shouldered. Her blonde hair was firmly tied in severe plaits and her face was hard as iron. If there was any doubting her gender though, that was dispersed by her large bust that seemed designed to batter men into submission than seduce them. The severity of her appearance was not diminished by the harsh cut of her jacket, or her thick black skirt.

“So,” began Helga, “we are to be sex partners, you and I.”

“Uh, I suppose…”

“We will commence directly. Please to remove your dress.”

Sophie looked down at the slinky black number that she had put on for tonight. Its low-cut top displayed a deep cleavage and its long side split showed off her silky smooth thighs.

“I prefer to leave it on for now, thanks,” replied Sophie politely.

“I said REMOVE IT Bitch!” shrieked Helga, assaulting the room with her voice. The young student jumped momentarily, but stood her ground.

With a low growl, Helga unhooked what appeared to be a coil of rope at her waist. When it unfurled, Sophie realised with alarm that it was a bull-whip.

“Y-y-you wouldn’t dare,” she stammered.

Helga’s only response was to let out a mighty crack of the whip, the tail-end of which caught Sophie on her bare thigh. The pretty student squealed in pain and backed toward the table. Helga advanced on her, still brandishing the whip.

Sophie looked momentarily panic-stricken as the dominant German closed in. The pretty student looked for an escape route, but all too soon, she was pressed with her thighs against the table upon which she had spread their romantic meal, unable to move. The German’s arms went about her, pinning the younger woman in a bear hug, from which she could not get free. Helga’s mouth clamped over Sophie’s in a life-draining kiss. Sophie’s head swam and she felt powerless to resist the stronger woman. Helga pushed the student back onto the table, forcing food and drink to crash to the floor. As she was **** back, Sophie was dimly aware of the German woman’s hand on her thigh, pushing the hem of her dress up and up until… The student realised with shock that her tormentor’s fingers were at the opening of her naked sex… that they were touching her shameful wetness… penetrating…

From that moment on, any pretence at resistance ended. Sophie let herself be taken by the powerful lesbian. Over the next hour, Helga did with the student as she pleased, stripping her of her elegant dress, penetrating her again and again, with the bull-whip and with a variety of other implements.

Finally Helga said, “It is time for bed, I think.”

Sophie wordlessly agreed.

In bed, Helga directed the pretty brunette to lick her pussy. Sophie did so compliantly and was rewarded by the German woman returning the complement. Helga was not as rough as Sophie had feared from her earlier **** – but surprisingly gentle. The severe blonde seemed to know her pussy better than she knew it herself and many times that night, Sophie found herself weeping with pleasure at the actions of the German’s tongue.

The German had staked her claim to the house and the next day, Sophie adopted the attitude of a willing ****. When Helga demanded sex, Sophie eagerly complied. But at the back of her mind, Sophie wondered who the next housemate would be and how, or if, they would change the dynamics of the house.

[Editor’s note (which will be removed when all four options are filled): Each thread represents one day in the house. Threads may be long or short, contain plot development, just plain sex, or a healthy mix of both, but the question at the end will always be the same “Who is the fourth contestant to enter the house?”. Then the thread that follows will take place on the following day. To add a thread at this point, begin by answering the question below, with a name and a brief description. E.g. “Pamela, a 35 year old British housewife”, or “Kurt, a 21 year old German porn star”, etc. Then write about their first day in the house with Sophie & Helga. Happy writing.]