Beecause I Said So

WARNING! THIS FANFIC OF "THE MIGHTY B!" HAS SUBJECT MATTER THAT MAY, AND WILL BE OFFENDING TO SOME READERS, INCLUDING SEDUCTION, HOMOSEXUALITY, KISSING, MOLESTATION, BONDAGE, MILD VIOLENCE, BEATINGS, SUGGESTIVE SEXUAL INNUENDOS, ENSLAVEMENT, PUNISHMENTS, NAME CALLING, (Yes! That is offending to some people!) NUDITY, BLOOD DRINKING AND MORE RANDOM NAUGHTYNESS! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE AGAINST ANY OF THIS (or if you're just a complete wimp and want to risk traumatizing yourself by reading any further) BUT IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO READ SUBJECT MATTERS INVOLVING TWO UNDER AGED FEMALES ENGAGING IN SEXUAL ACTIVITIES, AND WOULD JUST LOVE TO READ A TOTALLY CORRUPT WORK OF FANFICTION OF A CUTE LITTLE G RATED NICKTOON, THEN PLEASE, BE MY GUEST AND ENJOY THE SHOW!

*My first time writing a lesbian fic, feel free to give me your thoughts*

It was a very windy day in San Francisco and Portia was extremely excited, not so much about the wind, but a gift card she received for ten thousand dollars. She knew just where she was heading to. Straight to the mall! She was so ecstatic, that she didn't even realize she was going to run straight into Bessie until she found herself on the ground. "Sorry Portia." Said Bessie politely. "Watch it Messie you little freak!" She scorned, despite the fact that Bessie had indeed apologized. Bessie removed herself from the ground and reached out to her, lending a helping hand, but at it was met with was a harsh slap. "Don't even think about touching me Messie." Portia told her, getting herself up and removing any dust particles, and hopefully, any unsightly cooties from their impact. "I was just trying to help." Replied Bessie, feeling hurt by her words. "Yeah, well you can help me by getting out of my way, because, unlike you, I actually have important things to do with my time. I suggest you get a life!" With that, she shoved her aside and stormed off, not realizing Bessie was going ot be doing her a huge favor, and giving her a big apology, when she happened to notice something at her feet. It was Portia's gift card. "A gift card for ten thousand dollars? You could practically buy the entire mall with this!" Something caught her eye. "What? Wait. 'To: Portia'...this for Portia!" Her eyes got wide and she began to act in a hysterical manner, drawing up most attention to herself. "Hey! Hey Portia! You dropped your gift card!" Portia swiftly turned to see her rival with her gift card! "Messie? With m...she is so dead!" She began charging after her, the wind picking up, Bessie unaware that the friction of the air current was shaking loose a sign above her where she stood. Bessie still stood, holding her card high in the air, Portia felt that she was mocking her! Her face grew red, her feet picking up speed. Portia let out a bloodcurdling cry, tackling Bessie, and luckily, getting her out of way below that sign, where it now piled up in dust and sharp splinters. Portia snarled toward Bessie. "What the heck are you doing Messie Stinkinbottom? Trying to steal from me you little brat! I should call the police and have you arrested!" Bessie started at her, mouth slightly agape, eyes wide. "You...you..." Bessie was at a loss for words. Portia noticed her trance like staring. "Okay, why are you staring at me like that?" Bessie took a few seconds to catch her breath. "You, you saved my life." "Yeah, whatever. Now if you excuse me, I have to go buy the mall." She found Bessie, bowing at her feet. "Please, let me assist you." Said the young girl, still bowing before her. "I am not worthy!" She bellowed repetitiously, continuing to bow before her. "What are you talking about?" "You saved my life, Portia, and I will dedicate my entire existence to serving you, and only you." "Look Messie, I..." She thought about it. "...you'll, do...everything for me?" "Yes. Anything and everything! You are my queen, and I am a mere honey bee servant. You name it, I'll do it! Carve you in ice, beg for food, I'll even grovel at your feet if you want me to!" Portia drew a slight grin after hearing her words, but she really needed to test her will. "Okay, so...I command you to kiss my feet." However, she wasn't specific. "Bare foot?" She expanded her grin. Bessie even asked of her what she preferred! "Right here, right now." Bessie wasted no time at all and addressed her command. That was all she needed! Skip the mall for today! Savor the moment! She took a moment to absorb in her pride and power. "Oh, this is too good!" Portia told herself. "As your new queen, I have a few simple rules you must follow." "Yes, your majesty." Answered Bessie, hugging her. "First rule, no touching the queen unless you are addressed to." Using just her index finger, she as able to push the obsessive Bessie from her. "Rule two, you must always refer to me as Queen Portia. Rule three, you will address yourself as Messie Stinkinbottom. Rule four, you will not talk back to me. Rule five. You will do everything I say, when I say it, as I say it, and after I say it, and you are not to stop until I tell you to. Rule six, you must never, ever look me in the eye!" Portia came down to her level. "If you don't follow any one of these rules exactly, I'll have to punish you, and under Portia's rule, it's not going to be pleasant!" "You have my word..." Portia struck her two times across the face. "Figures. You already broke two rules! What's rule two and rule three?" "Queen Portia has Messie Stinkinbotoms word!" "That's a good Messie!" Portia said, running her fingers through her hair, which Bessie really didn't seem to mind. Portia, now knew she had ultimate control over her, and she could feel power surging through her veins. She could make her do anything, anything at all! "I could really get used to this!" Portia said to herself again. "Messie, carry me home." "Yes Queen Portia!" Bessie was fast to obey her, and started to lift her. Though Portia liked seeing her trembling knees, now starting to buckle, she wanted her to do something more, something more strained. "No, no, no. On your hands and knees." Yet again, she was quite fast, mainly just to put the fairly heavy Portia down. "Messie Stinkinbottom obeys Queen Portia!" She shrieked as Portia leaped on to her, causing just a bit of pain. "Now, squeal like a pig." Bessie took no time, and let her have her best. "Wow! You are a good listener!" Portia gave her a very painful yank on her hair, and her pig squeal became a true cry of pain. "Good one, Messie!" She said, pleased at her pained voice. "Now my slave, run! Run like the wind!" With that, Portia struck her on her hind quarters, causing Bessie to unleash a yelp of sharp agony, that made Portia all too gleeful, giggling at hearing her pain filled cry. Portia knew, it was only a matter of time before Bessie would break down before her very eyes, and that was something she had longed to see for quite some time.

Once at her house, Portia gave her immediate directions. She pointed to a stack of newspapers. "You sleep over there Messie." "Yes Queen Portia!" "Very good! Now, here's a list of things I need to you to do for me." Portia then handed her a slip of paper, that began to unfold at her feet, trailing everywhere, even up the walls and over the ceiling! It was a very long list of things, and mostly, things Portia really could have more than easily done on her own, only now that he had helped herself to a servant, enslaved her every waking moment to serving her, just as she ordered, anything, and, everything. From serving her meals in bed, to trying out different outfits on, mainly, just for Portia's benefit in methods to further belittle Bessie. There were even days where she wouldn't so much as take a foot to the ground, making Bessie even walk for her! Bessie, now bound to her rules, would even hold her breath for her until the point of the world going black, if she need be. It was strange, staying with her, in her home, though she once done this before, not, never like this, under these conditions, of whom another person controlled her very existence, purpose and driven way of life, one thing was for sure, Bessie surly didn't mind putting every drop of sweat into her manual labor to please, or even just to amuse her master, she never wore so much as the slightest of a frown, but Portia was growing tired of that, and fast! No, it wasn't the work and effort she was growing tired of, it was her happy go lucky attitude, that insanely gleeful grin that she shuddered to see, and even now haunted her deepest of nightmares. That needed to change! Or, at least, be put into something more, far much more humiliating! She thought, of every single form of humiliation possible, when, late at night, around 11:30, Portia called her, and she came to meet her, after waking in a hot sweat.

"Yes your Super Incredibly Royal All Superior Miss Queen Portia Gibbons!" Addressed Bessie, under the rule of her new, and unbearably long name. "I called you up here for something very important." Bessie, hearing just how important it was, threw herself at her feet, drawing herself up on her knees. "How may Messie Stinkenbottom please you, your oh so mighty, all knowing Super Incredibly Royal All Superior Miss Queen Portia Gibbons?" "Oh, adlibbing! Very impressive! Just for that, I'm willing to reward you." Bessie perked up. "Really?" She shrieked. "After...you paint my nails." "Right away, Super Incredibly Royal All Superior Miss Queen Portia Gibbons!" She gladly took upon her request and painted every one of her nails, including her toes, and, something else she could have done easily enough herself, she had Bessie dry them, individually, one by one, using the air from her captives lungs as an aid to her own benefit. Feeling her breath upon her bare sweaty wet feet, sparked an idea! Portia, now knew just what she was going to force her to do! She drew a great grin as her concept took root in her evil brain. "Now..." She paused in her phrase, absorbing her plot, and enjoying just how good it sounded, and how great it would feel. "Your queen commands you to..." Portia came to her level, and looked her in the eye, and when Bessie refused, she forced her face to align with hers. "Lick my feet." Bessie's eyes went wide. Had she indeed heard her correctly? Lick her feet? "Err, S...Su...Qu...Portia?" She was now too stunned to remember her command! She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and waited. Luckily, there was no punishment, no painful smack over the face, no agonizing splintering at her hair roots. "I'll let it slide this time, and yes. I want you to lick my feet!" Her voice, now laced with tension, Bessie hesitated a little. "I...think we should wait until the paint dries." "Messie, are you forgetting that I am your master, your queen? You, are my servant, and you're supposed to do what I tell you to! You'll do what I say! Got it?" Despite the sheer anger in her voice, Bessie had to note she never took her eyes off of her, and was smiling the entire time. "O...Okay." "Stop wasting my time! I'm in need of my treatment!" A hand held her head, thrusting her forward until the very tip of her nose touched. "Get lickin!" The queen snarled. That was all the motivation Bessie needed before her tongue ran in contact with her flesh, she winced, not so much at the flavor, but the sheer degrading and slightly horrific idea for a treatment and to means of showing off her loyalty, in a manner most seductive and unpleasant. But she did, and as soon as her wet salivated flesh touched, Portia emitted a small grunt of pleasure. Bessie sensed it, and picked up her pace, realizing just how much it pleased her master. As she sped up with her movements, Portia found, involuntarily, that her teeth started to grind. Her air intake became erratic, letting loose a few giggles, but mostly she stayed content with small moans, face getting pink as she thoroughly enjoyed feeling Bessie lick her bare feet. Desire now surged through her system. She wanted more. She needed more! This was just her first step into seducing Bessie, and, although slower than she liked, she was still quick to get to the point. Her eyelids began to sink, wandering shut as she felt Bessie licking her affectionately between her toes, she let out a few loud grunts, triggering responses in her slave. Bessie started to get tricky on her, surprising her master with swift flicks, grazing over sensitive nerves, Portia's eyes clamping shut, sweat trickling down her warm, pink red face. Bessie now grew quite cunning, now sucking upon her toes, to drag her lubricated warm tongue upon stimulated nerve endings, Portia's face went a blood red, she could even feel blood filling her eyes, she biting upon her lower lip, it would have indeed been painful if she hadn't been in such a pleasured state, she inhaling through her aching teeth, loud, wet, slimy and hissing, Portia gave a trembling quivering gasp, and finally, releasing a long moan, straining, using every drop of energy she could to prevent from screaming at the top of her lungs. She needed to save her lustful nature, for later! Feeling her tender slab of wet flesh delicately caressing over her skin, Bessie, she could tell working her hardest to please and pleasure, the queens mouth grew wet, licking her lips in anticipation. Portia longed for her taste. Once all control became hers to command, and, after catching her breath, she spoke. "Oh Bessie! You're very good at this! Your queen is very impressed!" She said, her voice, quivering in desire and crackling with utter ecstasy, trying her best to not yell. Bessie quickly stopped. "You...You called...you called Messie Stinkinbottom...B...Bessie." She stammered, pausing to suck and lick upon her feet. She was amazed. She had NEVER called her Bessie once since she had unwillingly saved her life trying to get her gift card back! "I guess I did." She quickly changed the topic. She didn't want to become too excited, she didn't want Bessie to know...not yet! "Okay. Enough. I command you to close your eyes." Bessie gladly obeyed. Suddenly, Bessie felt something on her lips, wet, hot, and slimy. It came, and went. Again, she felt it. Again! "Alright. You can open your eyes now." Bessie listened, and found Portia face to face with her. She soon found what had brushed over her, as Portia gave her a lick over her mouth. Bessie gave a shriek in surprise and pulled away involuntarily. The master could feel her slave strain and tense, and in swift response, held her in a tight hug, face hot pink in color and repeatingly assaulting her lips. "Portia! What are you..." Before the slave could finish, she was stunned, shocked and disappointed, but mostly shocked, and also very disappointed, the truth is she was most definitely stunned, shocked, disappointed and horrified to find Portia was now spreading into her mouth, engaging in a quick kiss. Though it only lasted about five seconds, they were long seconds, maybe it was the terror, or Portia was taking her time. As soon as she departed from Bessie's mouth, Portia ran her fingers through her hair and stared her in the eyes. "No complaining." Portia noted aloud, giving Bessie a wicked, cruel smile. "You, do know where this is going, don't you Bessie?" She asked, running her hands upon her scalp and scraping her fingers down her face, leaving a few small red marks, even causing Bessie to wince in brief pain. Slowly, Bessie nodded, and the master could see the true horror from beyond her spectacles. "You are so sweet, Bessie." Portia sneered, attacking her mouth with wet kisses. Portia went grazing over her two buck teeth, just to taste her again. "Very sweet." Portia gave her a crude, lubricated smile, pulling her closer, lustful, and hungry. Portia wrapped herself about the slave, letting her have it with wet sloppy licks over both of her cheeks, rosy and hot, exciting the queen feeling her bodily heat. Bessie began to become weak in horror, sinking in her grasp, but Portia sure didn't let it slide! Portia then lay her down to her backside, her queen over next to her. Portia stroked her left cheek, gazing into the eyes of Bessie. Her arm came around from under her, causing her slaves back to arch. Portia took a grave liking to that, smiling most sadistically toward Bessie, then wrapping her other arm around her and running them down her back, and Bessie gave her a slight gasp, eyes closing a slight. "P...Portia...please..." Bessie had now realized she wasn't likely to be punished for using her proper name. The queen met her face. "You might as well suck it up and relax Bessie. You're still under my will, and nothing is stopping me now." With that, her hand raised upon her spine, rubbing on the back of her neck. Portia motioned closer and began to bite Bessie on her ear, nibbling on it affectionately. Bessie let out a small groan of displeasure as she now fully understood where this had been going, and had it's intentions of going. Her right hand wandered to her chest and motioned in small movements, her other, exploring Bessie's throat for any vital nerves. There was a sudden gasp from Bessie and her face went pink. Portia made it her mark and dug in relentlessly, now getting quite a response from the servant as her mouth went slightly agape, drawing in a breath and squirming, feeling nerves getting pinched and stroked with her sharp nails, eyes squinting shut, painfully tight, brow aching, letting out a few squeaks of agony. This made Portia get ruby red at her cheeks and ears. "You're so cute when you blush." Portia sighed, giving her a rather sloppy wet lick upon the cheek. "Really?" Now, Bessie answered her with little fearful emotion. Portia didn't like it, the sound of her enthusiasm! Running her hand down her chest, she was struck with a great idea! "Yes, Bessie. You're very cute when you blush!" She was now very lustful. "I grow bored. Amuse me Bessie. I command you to dance." Bessie got away from her quickly, feeling most uncertain of her new found behavior. Bessie was swift to obey, and soon, Portia found her eyes wandering, examining her every move. She was very flexible! Graceful too! Hair flowing, legs bending, body swaying this way and that, arms twisting, fingers curling graciously. But, something caught her attention, something, not so graceful. The corners of her mouth, curling, upward! As much as Portia would love to see this, her mind was hoping for something else, for she could see that, through dancing Bessie was finding fun. Portia couldn't have that! More humiliation! "You." Bessie jumped at her loud word. "No, no. Your dancing, it refuses to amuse me. Instead, I command you..." Portia then narrowed her eyes at her. "...remove your sash." Bessie's face went to a slight shade of green. "R...Re...remove m...my...Portia, I couldn't!" The queen giggled at her weak voice. "DO IT! Or do I have to make you?" "N...N...No. Th...that won't be necessary." Portia could make out her shaking knees, becoming intensely fascinated by her reaction. Slowly, ever so slowly, Bessie crept in her attempt to remove it, however, Portia found that, unlike previously, the slower she went, the more she enjoyed watching. Eying her, Portia could clearly make out the water in Bessie's eyes, salivating her mouth. "Keep dancing, Bessie. I think I'm going to love this one!" As soon as her sash came off, Portia noted her dancing was much slower, and, now laced with fear, shame and humiliation. But, not enough for Portia! With a snap of her fingers, Bessie came to a grinding halt, sliding across the floor. She had never used this method of command, the sharp sound startling her. Portia walked to her, seeing Bessie, on the ground and sprawled out, lifting her and shoving her to one of the bed posts, then she did one of the most horrible things to her slave.

Portia held her hands behind the post, pulling something from beneath her bed, round and shiny. A roll of tape! Quickly, she wound it around her wrists and up her arms, restraining her helpless, the captor giggling insanely as she wound the tape over her bare arms. Bessie gave a cry of panic, feeling her arms bound. This, she noted, only made the lustful Portia laugh at the pathetic cries from one lower than her. "Keep screaming Bessie! You're really turning me on!" Bessie quit with her tantrum, long enough to consider her words. "Wh...what?" Her face went red. Portia leaned, nose to nose with her red face. "I seem to have taken a liking to you these past few days." "What, are...it's...why?" Bessie began to bite on her lower lip. "Because...I can!" She whispered to her, giving Bessie a lick over the lips, trailing up to her nose despite the light salty greens. "Alright Bessie! Let's have some fun!" Her hand came round her back, sliding down until it met at the very end of her rump, trailing down to her left leg, inner thigh and finally, fitting into her uniform, barely touching her sensitive nerves underneath. She didn't want to rush into it. She noticed Bessie got red even more at her face, unleashing a gasp of embarrassment. Portia noted the tears running down her face. Portia became quite watered in the mouth and held her delicate soft hot cheeks, licking off the salty waters from her red facial flesh. Bessie gave her a moan, feeling her lap away her fountain of sorrowful fright, this surely didn't prevent her from going any further. Portia moaned back, caressing her thighs, wandering to her backside and up to her throat, her fingers wedging themselves between her uniform, tugging at her fabric teasingly. She longed to get it off of her. Feeling her captors fingers against her throat made her quiver, her mouth falling open in a yawn of disgusted horrified pleasure, and Portia was swift to react, giving her, yet again, another kiss. This time, she explored, long and deep, penetrating her throat, making her gag and squirm, grazing over soft gums, tasting her tongue, weaving between teeth, rubbing passionately against her cheeks. Portia liked it, lapping out all of her oral excretions. Her eyelids became heavy, weak in the muscles. She noted Bessie began to sweat, a slime covering her throat Portia enjoying her bodily liquid, now that she had been helping herself, enjoying her appetite of human slave. Portia groaned, the flavor of Bessie she never imagined could be so sweet. She finally withdrew herself. Bessie panted like a dog, turning Portia almost animalistic! She gave her a wild demonic smile, and then used her rather sharp nails to shred Bessie's favorite outfit, continuing with her devilish giggling fit. Bessie started to cry out again, of course, not even fazing Portia at all! "Cry all you want Bessie! It won't help you at all!" Stripping her, Portia began to breathe heavily, staring at her young, nine and three quarter year old torso, Bessie noted a small globe of saliva trailing from her mouth. Bessie could hear her slave owners heart beats, her appetite increasing, drool seeping from her lips, eyes twitching and bloodshot, chest heaving, so, hungry! Portia had often imagined Bessie, naked and bare in public, and all just for fun, but, now...now, she knew, just how, just how glorious it was, to see it, in her own plain sight and all too well near at grasp! It was almost, overwhelming! She now stood before her bound captive and peeled off her nightshirt, screaming at her, lunging forward, grabbing at her arms, eyes bloody. It was almost too much for poor Portia! She wanted to see Bessie struggle, fight for her dignity, respect. Quickly, she wound the tape from her arms, threw her to the ground, and Bessie tried, as fast as she could to get up and run, when she felt a foot upon her back. "Portia! Portia! Please! Please don't! I know I'm your servant, but please! I'm begging you! Don't do this!" "That's right, Bessie! Beg! Go ahead and beg Bessie! Beg all you want! It will really make me happy!" With that, she flipped Bessie to her backside, she came close, face to face, and laying a hand upon her young chest, not even yet affected by puberty. But just because Bessie wasn't within puberty didn't faze her in the least! She was still a lustful beast! Slowly, but impatiently, her fingers danced upon her bosom, Bessie now crying harder, feeling her vulnerable body, being...touched, and by one of her own Honey Bee members! Portia then started to drag her tongue over her chest, loving her taste. "Wow! You're so soft!" Portia sneered, whipping her sash from the ground, Portia then struck Bessie over the face. Seeing the red mark, Portia was struck with an idea. Licking her lips, she began to drag her nails down her chest, to her soft stomach, leaving a thin strip of blood, and, finally, placing her fingers where they never have been placed, in the first place, she settled her mouth over Bessie's throat. With that, Bessie screamed, at the top of her lungs at the sensation of phalanges, digging in, and settling, to come alive, acting like worms in luscious mud, and lips, caressing, sucking, saliva, lubricating, tongue, licking! Every muscle in her body fell into spasms, her mind, writhing, feeling fingers, inside of her, face blood red, and burning! Portia could even see steam rising off of her, Portia, becoming vicious and blood red herself, she, even now spoke of how she felt, giving her a grave bellowing moan, sucking hard upon her neck. Her movements became faster, deeper, her mouth, lubricated! Finally, withdrawal, but she wasn't finished with her yet, and poor Bessie saw her do one of the most gruesome, disturbing, and slightly horrific things! She licked her fingers! "Bessie!" She said, almost breathless in her sexual needs. "You, you taste...so, good!" Portia, now upon hands and knees atop Bessie, was sweating profusely, angled her attack, lowered herself, staring, panting, starving!

Sliding in, it was a sensation of taste! She heard Bessie's horrified and submissive cries of mental, physical and emotional agony as the doors to her privacy had been torn down, and the slimy serpent came slithering forth, Portia using her sash as a whip, lashing her over her soft hind quarters and legs, even giving her several amounts of backlash, striking her upon the face, chest and stomach. Had she kicked, she may have been able to prevent such absurd, cruel and humiliating acts, but Portia had been ready for that, and kicking her master would be way too risky! Portia moaned, groaned and laughed at Bessie's utterly useless attempts at begging for her to remove herself, pleasing Portia, now caught up in her moment of erotic taste, quenching her thirsts from a swamp of sexual liquid. Filling herself with the taste, she gave her slave a very lusty glare, swiping her index finger over her lips and smearing it across Bessie's mouth and her two exposed teeth. "I know you liked that!" Sneered Portia, breathless, and trembling, teeth bared, and giving her another kiss, a lick in between her lips, implanting her own liquid inside of her, for her to taste. Bessie groaned at the realization of what she had just done, and when she opened her mouth, before she had the chance to protest, she suddenly lashed Bessie over the face with a hand, her nails cutting like blades. She had tasted her. Tasted her flesh, stuffed herself with her saliva, appetized her sweat, and sampled her tears. Now, she was craving something else. Portia began glaring at Bessie, eyes filled to the brim with need. Portia wrapped her bare arms around her and bit her on her throat, causing Bessie to struggle, which, Portia loved, all too much! She loved it, to feel her tense and try to escape from her hostile rule, she knew she couldn't, and she laughed at this thought. "P...Portia...please!" Her words were drowned out by a loud scream as teeth pierced through her delicate flesh. She could feel blood boiling out, and a slimy tongue to lap it up, her vital juice of life to come forth and to be filling the mouth of another. Portia could taste the flavor of adrenaline, and she began to suck impatiently, her mouth, a river of bloody flavor, tongue scraping over exposed nerves, making the slave shudder in pain, drinking her out until skin dry. Removal, a stroke over the head, a gaze into her horrified eyes, then a sour lick into her mouth, which Bessie now refused to refuse, allowing her entry without a fight. Portia lay atop her, holding her rather firmly by her arms, nails painfully digging in and settling themselves beneath flesh, thoroughly thrilled by resting her bare self over Bessie, to feel hot bodily heat and heart beats from another, Portia groaned at the sensation of Bessie's heat, Bessie doing the same, only out of sheer disgust. After a while, a long while, Portia came away from her, and took note of how still she had been. "No fighting, not even a little!" Said Portia, astounded, lapping away her tears once more. With that, whispered two words, so simple yet with such meaning, Bessie could hardly believe it when she heard. "You're free." She had done with Bessie all that she ever wanted to do to her, and some, things she never thought she could do to her, to herself, even. She had humiliated her enough, and she, the lustful beast, was now, indeed one hindered percent satisfied, and, although freed, Bessie knew she wasn't free for the rest of the night, still a captive until morning, to lay in the clutches of her cruel master, awaiting for the sun to set her free.