Chapter 2: Breakfast of Submission
Gray morning light seeped through the dirty kitchen window, casting a sickly pallor over the chaos. Ellie woke slowly, her body stiff, pinned by warm, heavy weight. The scent was no longer just a musk; it was the atmosphere. It clung to the back of the throat, sweet and rotten and irresistible, mixed with the stale ghosts of burnt toast and sweat.
Brianna was curled into her left side, face mashed against Ellie’s ribs, blonde hair a tangled curtain. Kendra was a solid, warm wall along her right, one powerful thigh thrown over Ellie’s legs. They were both still asleep, breathing in deep, synchronized drags of air, as if dreaming of nothing but the smell.
Ellie didn’t move. She watched a fly bump lazily against the ceiling. A giddy tremor, part terror, part triumph, vibrated in her chest. It had worked. It was still working.
Brianna stirred first. A soft groan escaped her, and she nuzzled deeper, her nose searching against the thin cotton of Ellie’s t-shirt. Her eyes blinked open. They were hazy, unfocused, the sharp cleverness that usually lived there completely submerged. She didn’t startle. She didn’t joke. She just looked up at Ellie with a blank, needy wonder.
“Mornin’,” Ellie whispered, her voice cracking.
Brianna didn’t answer. Instead, she moved. It wasn’t graceful or conscious. It was a slow, crawling shift of her thick body, rolling over Ellie’s lap until her face hovered above the loose fabric of Ellie’s sweatpants. She paused there, breathing hot and damp through the material, her eyes fluttering closed.
“Brianna?” Kendra’s sleep-roughened voice came from the other side. She was awake now, propped on an elbow, watching. Her gaze wasn’t concerned or questioning. It was fixed, fascinated, on Brianna’s face so close to Ellie’s crotch. A dark blush spread across Kendra’s cheeks.
“She smells it the most here,” Kendra murmured, as if stating a scientific fact. Her own head dipped, her nose pressing into the junction of Ellie’s neck and shoulder. She inhaled, a long, shuddering pull that made her whole body go lax. “Oh, god. It’s stronger. It’s in your skin.”
Ellie looked down at Brianna, who was now making tiny, whimpering noises, her lips parted. The power surged, hot and dizzying. This was hers. They were hers. The fear of discovery, the years of awkward hiding, melted away in the face of their total, drugged submission.
“Brianna,” Ellie said, and her voice wasn’t a nerdy whisper anymore. It was steady, low. A command.
Brianna’s eyes snapped open, glazed blue fixing on Ellie’s.
“Lick.”
For a second, nothing. Then, with a desperate, sloppy urgency, Brianna’s tongue pushed out. She lapped at the sweatpants fabric, a wet, hungry sound filling the quiet kitchen. Her brows were knit in concentration, as if this were the most important task in the world.
Kendra moaned against Ellie’s neck, her own tongue darting out to taste the salt there. “Can I…?” she breathed, the question half-formed.
“Yes,” Ellie gasped, arching into the dual sensation. “Both of you. Lick.”
It was an explosion of wet heat. Brianna, emboldened, nuzzled the waistband of the sweatpants down with her nose and chin, her tongue finding skin and tracing the strained elastic. Kendra’s mouth was wider, sucking at Ellie’s neck and collarbone with a devoted intensity that left blooming marks.
Ellie’s hands, trembling, came up. One buried itself in Brianna’s sleek blonde hair, guiding her head down. The other cupped the back of Kendra’s neck, holding her close. The bindings beneath her clothes felt painfully tight, a throbbing counterpoint to the insistent, worshipful mouths on her.
“Good,” Ellie choked out, her hips lifting off the crumb-laden couch cushion. “So good. My good… pets.”
The words sent a jolt through them. Brianna redoubled her efforts, her licks becoming noisy, obscene smears. Kendra whimpered, her big body shuddering, and her hand crept up to paw clumsily at Ellie’s breast.
The kitchen clock ticked. The fly landed on the empty potion bottle on the counter, its green glass glittering in the slanted light. Ellie threw her head back, glasses askew, and laughed—a breathless, disbelieving sound that was swallowed by Kendra’s mouth and Brianna’s frantic, slobbering attention.
This was just the first command. The first morning. The apartment was their world, and she had rewritten all the rules. As Brianna’s tongue worked and Kendra’s teeth scraped gently, Ellie’s mind raced ahead, already planning, already hungry for more. The outside world was still out there, full of other women, other possibilities. But for now, she had two perfect, obedient starters. And they were absolutely ravenous.