Dare Journal...

"The Mighty B!"

"Dare Journal..."

WARNING! THIS FANFIC HAS SEXUAL CONTENT AMONG UNDER AGED FEMALES! THESE APPLY FOR MOLESTATION, NUDITY, KISSING, BONDAGE, VIOLENT CONTENT, FINGERING AND BRUTAL ORAL SEX! IF YOU WANT TO READ THIS (and end up emotionally scarred for life) PLEASE! DON'T BLAME ME!

It was now verging on day three, Portia and Gwen had been alone in The Hive. They had moved everything Bessie owned, but one thing remained. Bessie's journal. So innocent on the outside, with its unicorn guardian on the front, little did anyone but Bessie knew what was to be read on the inside. Portia, as snobby as she was, longed to take a peek at her private personal life, and so, she did...and as soon as she so much as touched it, a small, white edge came through, a torn page, alerting her attention. What was even more captivating, was when it fell at her feet, and she saw her name, written in big letters. "Messie...wrote something, about...me?" She told herself, amazed, and slightly disgusted. "As much as I'd hate to know, I've got to see this!" Her eyes glazed over the words, and she was somewhat shocked by what she was reading. 'Dear Journal. A few nights ago, I had the strangest dream I've ever experienced.' "Oh! This should be good!" Sneered the narcissistic girl to herself. Maybe there could be a way to further torment her? 'It's been on my mind for at least a week, and I would certainly hate it if...' That's all Portia needed! '...anyone knew about it.' Portia took the time to lower the message. "Oh! This is going to be good!" 'It all started when Portia planned a sleep over, and I was invited. She was being quite mean to me, but I had the idea she was only being cruel to hide her feelings.' "Feeling?" Portia mused to herself. "I don't have feelings for Messie!" 'As I was getting ready to go to sleep, she came over and offered me to sleep with her, in her room...I didn't know she had been wanting that kind of sleep!' Portia felt her face get pink. "Why would she be dreaming...that about...me?" 'As I walked in, Portia looked at me kind of funny and told me that she had a surprise, and then she told me to close the door and be quiet. Then, she started to take her clothes off in front of me.' Portia felt her face get warm, uncomfortably warm. 'I remember her very words. "Just try to be too jealous." Then, when was fully naked, she turned to me and said: "There. Now, ain't I a pretty pretty princess?" I didn't want to look, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her. When I finally got back to my senses, I found myself on the floor, and Portia was on top of me. When I came to, she was kissing me...on my mouth, running her hands through my hair. Then, she started touching me on my chest, rubbing me all over, and when I asked her what she was doing, Portia started to touch me on my private parts.' With that, got a twitch in both of her eyes, she broke into a sweat and her breathing ceased. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't stop herself from reading. 'I tried to speak, but she told me not to, and Portia told me that she loved me, and she wanted to make love to me, and then, she told me to touch her on her private areas. She told me that's what lovers do with each other, but I don't love her. She's my friend, but I don't love her that way.' Portia put a hand to her face, and it was almost untouchable in heat. "What are you reading?" Asked Gwen, coming up behind her. Portia gave a scream, and even hit her in the face, dropping her note. "Why do you care?" Portia didn't mean to be that harsh. She reached out and picked up the note. "No need to be rude. I just wanted to know what you were..." Gwen snapped. "None of your beeswax!" Yelled Portia, face red. She wanted to be alone! "Leave me alone Gwen. Don't make me hurt you!" With that, she grazed her nails over Gwen's face. "Okay, okay! I'll...I'll leave." Gwen didn't know, Portia, didn't know why she herself did that. She just wanted read this note over...over, and over. She was so captivated by the words, she didn't even notice a skunk coming her way. Back home, after the skunk rampage, she still was hardly effected by that odor, and not to mention all of the overdoses of perfume she used upon herself. The only thing she could focus on was that note! For the next day, that was the only thing on her mind, until she thought she may crack! She needed to put an end to this! She needed...Bessie!

"Messie. We need to talk!" Those were the first words she uttered to her. Seeing her, climbing from within the inflated pool of orange tomato juices, drying herself, the liquid dripping down her legs, created a certain arousal, only making her more eager for private conversations. Portia was slightly disappointed when she put on her uniform. "Okay...but, I smell like skunk, and...tomatoes!" "I don't care. I need to talk to you, now!" With that, she took her aside and began to drag her to The Hive. Upon getting her inside, she slammed shut the door. Bessie was recalled of all those sounds, The Hive door, slamming shut. Only this time, it was for just the opposite! "Wh, what...is it you wanted to talk to me about?" Portia glared toward her. "What, is this, I found?" She sneered, holding the paper between her two delicate forefinger and middle. "Y...you, you read...my journal?" Bessie was in shock. "You, could say that." She said, looking away from her. "It, was, on accident...at first." She half lied to her, a pain at her chest. "You know how I am. I see something that's about me, and, you know...I go for it." Portia said, still not facing her. "To...to tell you the truth..." Portia now peeked at her from the corner of her eye. "That, that dream I had, won't go away." Portia now faced her, but still, didn't turn to her. "It's like, I've been cursed, with a dream that won't leave me alone! It haunts my very sleep!" This, had been true! Even while fainted, upon the floor, watch in hand, awaiting the time when The Hive would be hers again, that dream came. Portia then thought of a great way to humiliate Bessie! It was so wrong...but oh! So right! "I know how that goes. So Messie..." She now faced her completely. "Do you know what this means?" Portia began to grin, exposing her gums to her in a fashion that seemed almost demonic. "No. I don't think so." "Well, you're about to find out." Suddenly, Bessie saw her tug upon her sash, and she whipped it off, grinning more so at Bessie. "Portia...what, what are you doing?" "So. Messie. You wanted to see me, like, naked?" Portia asked most sadistic, a nice, yet evil seductive gaze in her lustful eyes. Bessie felt her face get hot as she felt a diabolical wave of nostalgia take over her thoughts, and found herself spinning in a deja vu that appeared to be endless. Those words! She knew those words! As she spoke, she began to teasingly tug upon her skirt. "Um...well, n, not, not really. I..." No time for finishing! "Okay. Just try not to be too jealous." With that, she pulled down her skirt, revealing her hind quarters to Bessie, watching her from the corner of her eye. Now, for her shirt. Finally, she turned to face her at full. "There. Now, ain't I a pretty pretty princess?" Bessie, was now in complete shock. She was looking at a naked Portia Gibbons!

Not even the stench of skunk, perfume and tomato juice were enough to effect the two of them at this moment! "Por....Portia? What...are you..." Portia suddenly held her, a finger to her lips. "Relax. I've had experience with these fantasies...and I know how to deal with them. I want to help you." Bessie found it hard, very hard to argue against her logic, despite the fact that she was, at least, half way lying to her. "I, guess...you're right." "Now there's a good Bessie. You see, the thing is, in order to overcome a fantasy, really, the only thing you can do is...face it." Portia said to her, wrapping her bare arm around her waist, pulling her close. "You mean...I have to...face my fear?" Her face went a deep shade of pink. "Exactly." Pain began to erupt from her ribcage. Oh, how she wished she hadn't agreed! She became all over hot and sweaty, heart pounding painfully, mind, going crazy. She had been so in tune with her thoughts, she hardly even noticed when Portia ran her fingers over her young chest, getting a feel for her. Even at her young age, she was just right for Portia, and her undeveloped chest, was still quite most appetizing for her taste! She ran her tongue over her teeth, thinking of her, bare, naked, sweaty. Her lustful hunger increased. She longed to taste Bessie, her flesh, sweat, tears! Everything! "Okay Bessie. Your turn." Bessie jolted at her words. "Wha...what?" Her face went to a blood red. "I got undressed for you, now, you return the favor!" Through the faint blue glass that surrounded her eyes, Portia could see the blood piercing through them as her eyes went bloodshot. "But, but...I couldn't...I can't!" Portia glared at her. "Look Messie! Don't make me use these!" She snapped, a firm set of fingers holding her hair, squeezing, causing pain, with a flick of her hand, exposing her sharp nails for Bessie to see. "I've been wanting to use these for a long time, so don't provoke me!" As she spoke, she ran her nails down the side of her face, hurting Bessie a little, she letting out a few whimpers of pain and fear, eyes tearing. "O...okay. if it, will help." Bessie sighed, getting upon her knees, preparing herself for what she was about to do.

Portia eyed her, sash falling to the floor, a ribbon of lust to her eyes. Bessie still longed for another way. "Are, you...sure, about this Portia?" No words. She simply nodded to her, a sinister grin on her face. Slowly, she lifted her uniform, exposing her beautiful legs. Portia felt a shot of arousal rush through her at the sight. She never knew she could feel this way about her, and, the fact that hated her. Slender stomach, and chest, such a young chest, her ribs bursting through the breasts of her bathing suit as she lifted it over her head, making Portia's mouth water, she becoming hungry, an seeing her in this suit, made it, somehow, even more exciting! "Everything, Bessie. Get completely naked." Worse the second time! Slowly, she slid out of her bathing suit, and quickly covered herself. "Alright Portia." Said Bessie in almost a whisper, sweat glistening over her face, body, a crimson red. "You have a very nice body." Portia sneered, eyes half closed. Bessie watched her, and she was running her index finger over an area in which inhabited a small bud of flesh, caressing her chest, stimulating nerves, creating a lustful nature, desire, arousal, need, want, urges. She became so in tune with Bessie, her body naked and bare, Bessie the same, that not even the powerful aromas of skunk defense systems could keep their emotions away. In involuntary response, Bessie looked down upon herself, and, discovered she too found herself had those same two balls of fleshy tissue, she felt her muscles tense, pulling in her legs, and covering her top half of herself. Seeing her, scared, withdrawn, and trembling, caused Portia to go into an urge of discovery. "Thanks...I, think." Bessie stammered, still hiding herself. Portia walked to her and set a hand upon her arm. "Oh. No need to be shy." She told her, rubbing her fingers against her warm skin. "Show Portia what you've got. Come on. Don't be nervous. It was hard on my first time too." That last statement, she knew, was a lie. She had her first encounter with getting undressed in front of a mirror, showing off her own body to herself. "Really?" Her muscles went slightly submissive. "Sure. it's always hard the first time. I was embarrassed to even look at myself in the mirror. You'll get used to it." So she did. She let her arms sway her sides, but this still wasn't enough. "That's the best you can do for me?" Inquired Portia, posing, just a little. "You know you want to show it off to me." With that, she held Bessie on her arms an pulled her to her feet. Now, she had complete visual, this alone was enough to get her feminine organs sensitive, her mind reeling, and her breaths, heavy and heaving. Bessie was now starting to get used to it, her nakedness with another feminine human. Portia persisted. "There we are." Sneered the older female, wrapping her arms over her, pulling her in a little closer. "Now...was that so hard?" As Portia spoke, she held her arms over her, stroking her backside, down her spine, creating an uncertain feeling with Bessie.

Portia moaned a little, loving her feel of heat, sweat, human flesh, the scent of skunk, now, a distant memory, caught on targets with their now found natures for one another. They could smell each other, sweat, lust, desire, arousal, endorphins, fright, tensions, a musk of feminine scent! "Um, Portia?" Said Bessie, noticing her strange reaction. "Yes, Bessie." Answered the now very lust filled girl, still rubbing her. "What are, you doing?" Her heat rose. "What does it feel like I'm doing?" She now went lower. "No. I mean...you're making me feel, odd." She now rubbed her fingers down her sides, shoulders and arms. She knew what was happening. "Odd? How so?" She gave her seductive grin. "I...I can't, explain it really. It, I feel...like I'm tingling, all over." Portia knew that feeling, all too well. "Really." Portia replied, most sarcastically of course. "Yeah. it's a funny, fuzzy, warm feeling. Like when Happy licks my face, or...when mom hugs me. Almost, as if there are millions of tiny feathers, inside of me. But it's not, the same. It feels good...but, I'm not sure that I like it. Is this, normal?" "Oh yes. Very normal." "I mean, I've felt this way around boys sometimes but...not around another girl. But, strangely, it's better than that. Feels more intense." As she spoke, Portia could feel her muscles giving way as Bessie grew weak. "That's because I'm actually touching you." Said Portia, rubbing her harder, starting to sweat. "It's different when you see a really cute boy, or, a really cute girl, and having them touch you like this." Bessie shuddered at her words. 'or, a really cute girl'. What did that mean? "A really cute girl? What do you mean by that? I thought girls were supposed to fall in love boys." Her muscles grew a little tense. "Sometimes, girls don't like boys, but they, really like other girls." "Like how I like my mom, or Penny?" Inquired Bessie, not knowing, at all what she meant. "No. More of, boyfriend and girlfriend kind of way." As she told her this, her face grew pink, as those very ideas were now running through her head. "Why is that?" "It's called lesbian." Portia said, now running her fingers over her neck, the others, wandering over her very low backside, over her thighs and down her legs. "Lesbian?" "Yes. It used to be very uncommon. Sometimes, they would even kill someone if they were to be doing what we are now, or, simply just for thinking that way." Bessie wanted to hear more, her young brain longing for educational values. "Really? Kinda harsh." "Yes, unfortunately. But now days, it's very common. Movies are even made about it, and there are even some web sites that have pictures of girls, doing, exactly what we are doing now, and even...things we haven't done yet." Her strokes became faster. Bessie felt weak in her knees suddenly, growing increasingly weak from all of her intoxicating strokes, she had to take her time to focus upon her muscles giving out on her, to avoid collapsing. "Does this happen with boys too?" "Of course. But that's called gay. That too is now very popular, but that's a little hard for people to take, for...some reason. Being a lesbian is more popular than being gay." Bessie was silent for a good ten seconds. Portia never thought that could even be possible! "Portia? You said, that...lesbians sometimes do more than this." Portia knew that her plan had been working. She was hoping to do the unspeakable! "Is this, all there is to being lesbian? I mean, what else do lesbians do?" "Wanna know the next step?" Portia now became quite enthusiastic. That's just what she had hoped to hear out of her! Bessie felt her eyes grow wide. "There's more?" Bessie questioned, longing for more contact. "Oh yes! This is just the beginning! If you really want to know what lesbians are like, you gotta do what all lesbians do." Portia stopped with her motions, and gazed down into her awe struck eyes. This, she felt, was just simply too good, far too good to be true! Bessie was like play dough in her hands!

"Hey. Why did you stop rubbing me? I was just getting to like it." Bessie was needing of her contact. "We are moving on to the next step." "What's that?" Portia gave her sadistic grin. She wrapped her hand over her backside, another on her chest. "Don't worry. You're going to really like this." She then ran her fingers over her young chest. Again. Again! Bessie noted, two small areas, that, whenever her fingers ran over, they were electrified in sense, as another tingling sensation ran through her. "Portia! Wh, what's happening? I didn't know I was ticklish there!" "It's okay. That's a good thing!" Portia then found one of the nerve spots, and made it her mark, running her fingers across, up, down and all around. Bessie gasped a little, feeling just how sensitive it was! This didn't stop Portia. Bessie felt her eyes glaze over feeling this, delicate strokes. Now, the other. "P, Portia...what, are you doing?" "It's called fondling. Do you like it?" "Yes...it's, it's just, making me...ticklish!" Her back arched a little. Suddenly, Bessie realized her knees had collapsed on her, and Portia answered her reaction, following her down to her levels. "That's completely normal. You'll like it eventually." "I, I already, do like it. A lot." Her face went a deep red. "I'll show you the next part, if you do the same to me." Bessie was now a tad unsure. She reached out slowly, and gave her a small tap. So soft, it was like gelatin! Bessie took it between her fingers, studying the small fleshy orb. Portia gasped at her touch, Bessie stopped. "Bessie. Do that again." She urged. Bessie smiled a bit, and evoked upon her request. She grew cunning, taking it and rolling the small bit of flesh. Portia moaned at her touch. No need for command. She instinctively went for her other side, lightly pinching and rubbing, massaging her inner core, her finger work, sending a wave of energy straight to Portia's female organs, now using both hands for double stimulations. "You catch on fast. That's a good girl!" Sighed Portia, almost breathless. Just a few more seconds. "You know Bessie, there's also a part three!" Bessie, now in touch with her lustful side, swiftly responded, most enthusiastic. "Three? How many parts are there?" "There are, many parts...but for now, we'll just move on...to the, third, then...forth." It was a bit hard for her to speak, fingers massaging her undeveloped lobes upon her chest. Bessie took a while to stop. "What's for part three?" She asked, now fidgeting with her own bosom. Bessie noted, that, although it did give her a sensation, it wasn't a sensational feeling, like when Portia felt her there, those two spots, aching for attention, but from others hands. Portia got close to her, set a hand on her stomach, flicked out her tongue.

Bessie knew exactly what she was doing. Portia ran her tongue over her lips, getting taste for her. "You know...what I'm going...to do now?" She asked in a very seductive tone, licking her over her mouth. Bessie nodded, and Portia then held her head, and implanted herself within her. Bessie started to sweat. A tongue, she felt, started weaving between her teeth, gliding over her cheeks, down her throat, over her tongue. She had indeed felt this in her dream, but nothing like this. This was reality. Bessie felt Portia running her fingers over her chest, striking those nerves once more. Suddenly, Bessie noted, that the room started moving, she, far too intoxicated by lust to pay any further attention. Bessie repeated, returning for her the favor, the two of them moaning into the mouth of the other as these electrifying shots of lust ran through both of them. She departed to tell her something. "Don't be afraid to kiss me back." Back inside. It was hard for her, but she managed to get a swift flick of her tongue. Soon, she found herself enjoying it. It was like a popsicle, or a lollipop! She was now suckling hard upon her tongue, now getting a taste for wet, salivated flesh, both of them, running their fingers over the chest of the other, Bessie felt her hands wander out and away, exploring her backside. They broke, and Portia eyed her. "So, did you like that?" Bessie was almost breathless. "Yes...yes...I did." She panted, now, she was fully conscious to the awareness of her odd position, lying upon the floor, Portia atop her, arms wrapped across the hot sweaty body of the other! "Good. Because the best part is coming up!" It was as if she had never even lived! She was now wore from the kiss. "This will surely liven you up." Bessie's eyes perked open a little. "Spread your legs." Now, Bessie felt a shock wave of shame come over her. "I won't hurt you. In fact, you're going to love this, and trust me, you'll be begging for more!" That was all the motivation Bessie needed. She opened her legs, exposing her female organs, sensitive and in need of much attention. "What are you going to do?" The young girl was very ashamed of this. "Don't ask. Just enjoy."

Portia positioned herself, taking her middle finger and index, running them down her stomach. Bessie grew sweaty as she felt her getting closer to her urinary organ, making Bessie whimper in a loud phobia. Before she knew it, a rush of unspeakable emotion ran through her and wracked her body, surging and took all control as she felt Portia move her fingers down, inside of her two crevices, upon a lobe of flesh, and back out. Bessie released a squeal. "Oh! Oh! Portia! Portia! Th...that! It tickles! Stop it! What are you doing?" Bessie shrieked, pain and strain in her vocal chords, face burning hot and even steaming, body flailing, eyes rolled into her head. Something, scary had taken over her senses! She discovered herself, lying flat upon her back, suddenly sweaty, dizzy, light headed and out of breath, she could hear her own blood coursing through her body, her heart, aching, blood seeming to be boiling, her skin crawling, to the point at which she was afraid it would just peel off of her, her heart, pounding, painfully, harder than ever! Nothing, EVER made her heart beat this hard, not even a booster shot! Her blood was a water fall of roaring waves in her ears, so loud, she thought it would leave her for deaf! She could see the room swirling and spinning about, and, it wouldn't stop moving! Pain, agony, leaked out of every cell in her body, a strong burning pain between her legs, that grew out through every single nerve in her body, mind, consciousness, her ever living being was over run by a swelling of pleading pleasured pain, as if, someone had taken an electrical chord and put it inside of her! Tears even came to her eyes, bloodshot, that area between her legs, throbbing painfully, hot and sore in a lustful curiosity, so sensitive now! That had just been one single touch! Portia laughed at her reaction. "I'm fingering you." Again, she stroked her. Bessie screamed again at her touch, suddenly, she found she had spread her legs apart, all out of sheer instinct. "How do you like it?" Portia asked, now rather threateningly, a glare to her eye. However, she now just merely touched it lightly, on the tip of her cleft, enough to stimulate, but not a full on stroke, her legs, came open even more, needing her touch. "I...I don't know!" Her breathing was erratic. She had never, never felt anything like that! Her entire world seemed to be racing at the speed of sound, her blood, making her very veins sear in sensation! "I, I think I liked it, but...but..." Her voice was trembling and hoarse. "...I've never felt anything like it!" She took a few seconds to catch her breath. "But, did it feel good?" Sneered Portia, giving her a soft stroke. Bessie's jaw quivered, her back arched again, in response to her fingers, rubbing within her cleavage, and upon her fissure. "Y, yes...it, I think it did. But...what was that? I mean, that feeling?" "That feeling, is called arousal. It happens when someone is experiencing sexual stimulation." "Mom, always told me, that, I was too young for this." Said Bessie truthfully. Rules! Portia didn't care about that! "She meant you're too young to be doing with a boy. Girls, it's different. I do things like this with Gwen all the time!" Bessie was now amused, feeling, a little more secure about all of this. "You...do?" "Of course. Oh Bessie! Bessie, Bessie, Bessie. You could learn a lot from me." "Please. Teach me more."

That was all the motivation Portia needed! "I'll show you things that will like, totally blow your mind!" Bessie's eyes grew big, such shiny pupils, Portia couldn't resist! "Oh please! Will you show me?" The sound of her pleading voice was music to Portia's ears. "Oh, of course! But, first, I want you to show me some of the things you learned from me." Bessie went wild in thought. "You mean, on myself?" Portia came, face to face with her. "No...on me." The older ten year old whispered, giving her a lick over her two front teeth. Portia quickly positioned herself. "If you're a good girl, I'll even show you a bonus technique!" A bonus? Her mind went ecstatic! "Really? A bonus?" She squealed. "Sure. In fact, I'll let you use it on me, you know, just to show you, what it's like." "Okay!" Portia was amazed! She was so proud of herself! Bessie went low, running her fingers down and through. Portia quivered and gasped at her touch. The feeling, and realizations, of young fingers, from someone, so naive, and so curious, that alone was enough to get most aroused. "Feel free to use your own techniques." Bessie knew what she meant and immediately, rolled her fingers through her, pleasing her sweet spot. After about a minute, Portia could hardly stand it anymore, the pleasure of pain, increasing, almost too intense for her. Bessie noticed she was wet a little further down. "Portia! You're wet!" "Oh, don't worry. It's, a good thing." Bessie stared at her liquids. "You can, lick it, if you want." Bessie gulped her own oral liquids in fright. "Uh...lick you, there?" "It's that bonus technique I was telling you about. In fact, it's a very common thing with lesbians." It sure didn't take her long! Bessie gave her a quick lick, and cringed at her flavors, but she was able to over ride that in a heart beat, and soon, found out she was enjoying her taste, and went in for more. Portia moaned at the sweeping of her caressing tongue that built upon a powerful scream. So much ecstasy, it was painful. "Oh! Did I hurt you?" She was afraid she had, hearing her loud guttural noise. "N...no. It feels good! Don't stop now Bessie! You're in for a nice surprise!" Bessie went in, lubing her some more, hearing Portia moaning, she now realized just how great it must have felt, and sped up, longing for her turn. "Bessie! You're...great! Go deeper!" Bessie settled her tongue deep inside of her, and Portia responded with a scream of pleasured agony. "Bessie! Don't stop! Don't...stop! Do the best...you can!" With that, Bessie went inside as deep as she could, absorbing her liquid. Finally, she started to kiss her upon her female area, Portia going into a battle of emotion and strain. She listened to her screams, a little scared she may be hurting her, though, she told her to keep going. "Oh! Bessie! You, you're...almost to the...surprise! Just, a little...more!" The strain pushed out of more of her sweet liquid, Bessie grinning down upon them, lapping away all that she could as Portia continued to scream, fists beating upon the floor. "OH BESSIE!" Portia cried, now grabbing her by he head, thrusting her forward, helping the young girl beneath her, making it a lot easier for Bessie to lap away her sweet, luscious, tasteful fluids. "Keep going! You're...doing great! WONDERFUL! OH BESSIE! YOU'RE SO NAUGHTY!" With that, she dug in her fingers, pleasing Bessie's nerves upon her head. She responded instinctively, licking her even further inside, pleasing areas like Portia never could on her own! "YES! YES BESSIE! YOU'RE...ALMOST THERE! THE...SURPRISE...IS, COMING! DON'T STOP, WHAT...EVER...YOU DO!" Bessie now knew for sure those couldn't be screams of agony! If this wasn't a sweet enough torture upon itself, she heard Portia scream something, something, she never thought she would. "YOU...REALLY...ARE, THE...MIGHTY B!" Bessie blushed, to the point of pain, when suddenly, something happened. Bessie felt a spray come over her face, and liquid leaked out of her in copious amounts. Portia lay there for a while, about ten seconds, catching her breath. Bessie figured that this was a good thing, seeing she seemed to be glad about it. "You...did good...Bessie. Now..." She crawled over to her. "Are you ready, for that special, bonus?" Bessie nodded, an excitable energy running through her. "Have you, ever tasted yourself?" Asked Bessie, swiping the liquid from the floor. "Of course, but you can, offer me some, if you wish." Bessie for some odd reason, liked this idea, and held her finger to her face, Portia letting out her tongue and licking away every drop. "Okay Bessie. We made a deal! Now, I have to do the same to you!"

"Just be prepared! It's going to be wild, beyond anything you've ever imagined!" Portia sneered, quite demonically. "I'll have to warn you, I won't stop this time, no matter how loud you scream. No matter how much you plead." Bessie became frightened by her words. Something, so pleasurable, it could make one scream? "Um...alright." "Okay Bessie. Let's have some fun!" A smile grew wide over Bessie's face. "Fun? What do you mean?" With that, Portia ran her hand over Bessie's stomach. Bessie gave her a loud moan. This didn't stop her. "You like that. I can tell. Get ready! Get ready to scream your guts out! I'm going to make you scream like you've never screamed before! I'm going to make you cry, squeal, squirm and scream to much, you'll be begging me for mercy!" Her words made Bessie tingle, an intolerable itching between her legs. "Oh! Yes! Portia! Please! Go between my legs again!" "Not yet. I have to get you warmed up first!" With that, her hands went everywhere! Exploring all of her nerve endings, she went crazy! Portia suddenly stumbled across a spot on her neck, a spot that immediately drove Bessie to her limit! "Oh! Oh! Portia! My, neck! It, feels, so good Portia!" Bessie squealed, whimpering at her touch as she started to convulse on the floor. It almost drove her to tears! "Oh Did I strike a nerve?" Portia said sadistically, in her typical mocking tone, laughing in a most cruel manner to her, now using every bit of energy to torture her soft spot. "Portia! Portia! Don't stop!" If fingers made her this gleeful...Portia lowered her head, now using her tongue upon her, Bessie pounding upon the floor with both fists, kicking, writhing, locked in a screaming fit as she continued to torment her throat. "Portia! It feels...so good!" Bessie screamed, still beating the floor, hot sweat pooling around her. Portia found, yet another way to make this pleasant torture, even worse! Using all of her fingers, she ran rampant over her body. Up and down her spine, legs, Without hesitation, Portia was on her like bees to honey. Bessie screamed at the top of her lungs as fingers went rubbing, caressing, spiraling, looping, curling, twisting, a tongue, teasing, taunting, licking, lubricating, tickling, torturing, abusing! Her other hand went all over her chest, making the sensations between her legs sky rocket as a strong itching tingle went through her feminine parts like electricity! "P, P...Portia! P, please! Be, between, my legs! Go between, my legs, again! I need, it Portia! I'm...begging, you! Please Portia please!" Her voice was breaking, in pain, agony, sweet sensations, tears building beneath her eyes, she couldn't stop twitching! "If you can't take it, I'm not stopping, for anything! No matter how much you beg!" If that wasn't torture enough, Portia began to sneak a finger into her lower opening beneath her legs, then leaned her head to her chest, licking her two sensitive areas with swift flicks, using her every finger to further assault her throat, until Bessie simply couldn't stand anymore! Still using her fingers over her neck, Portia dove between her legs, using her fingers to attack Bessie upon her female parts. All of these sensations! The muscles in her throat, tingling, her veins, throbbing, her blood, hot, the nerves between her legs, searing in burning agony, her chest, a heaving pleasure of torture, her entire body, wracked with a horrible pain, driving Bessie mad! She never knew she could feel this good! Her yelling fit became louder, pain erupting from her every pore. "Portia! Portia! What are you...doing to me?" The young nine year old girl wailed, in a spirit of sweet, sweet agony. "I'm molesting you Bessie! Feels good, doesn't it?" Portia had to yell over her screams. Bessie began to yell, that made a climax, a crescendo to a scream. "Yes! No! Not, not really, I...yes! Yes, it does!" Bessie couldn't tell for herself! It was, indeed pleasurable, but she never had pleasure so intense, it made her scream, squirm, that made her...cry. "Portia! OH! PORTIA! WHAT, WHY ARE...YOU...DOING TO ME? YOU, IT...FEELS...SO..." She slid three fingers inside of her, and moved into her deeper. Bessie couldn't finish her sentence, it was ended with a scream. Portia answered her, pulling her fingers out of her. "Port...Por...Portia...wha...why, did you, stop?" Bessie asked, out of breath, red in the face, sweaty, and wet. "It gets even better than that!" Portia said in a cruel malicious tone, still stroking her urinary organ for just a little stimuli. She then went between her legs. "What, are you...doing now?" Bessie had a feeling for what she was going to do, but all of the overwhelming emotions fogged her mind. "You're going to kiss me...down there?" Portia looked up at her wearing a highly convincing smile. "Duh! Remember when you licked me there?" "Y, yes?" Bessie was somewhat scared. If this was already as much pleasurable, what would tongue do to her? "I told you. I'm going to teach you everything!" Bessie gave her a worried smile. She recalled what she had done herself to Portia. If fingers made her feel that good, what would tongue be like?

Portia licked over her, Bessie gave a loud gasp of pleasure. "Oh! I like it! I like it a lot!" Portia grew to her sassy know it all nature. "I knew you would!" She licked her again, going straight for her neck again. Bessie felt a painful tingle inside of her, not knowing just how torturably painful it would get. "Portia. That tickles! Go faster!" Her breathing as loud and hoarse. "I'll go as fast as I can!" She continued with her tongue work, though, going very slow. "Portia! Please! Faster! Faster! Please!" Her pleads Portia loved. Her screams, either from pleasure, pain, or both, she craved. Bessie felt a pain at her chest, like she couldn't breathe! She gasped for breath, and found, the heavier she went to breathe, the only more wild the feelings became. Bessie fell to her back, not even the pain of the back of her head hitting the floor was as painful as what was going on between her legs! Her teeth started to grind. Suddenly, tingles of needle sharp agony ran through her eyes, and without any warning, tears started to fall. How could something, that feels so uncontrollably good, make you cry? She was caught between the love, peace and symphonies of heaven and the hatred, suffering and brutalities of hell! So much pleasure and erotic tension of fantasies, she felt as if she were being ripped apart, skinned alive, dipped in lemon juices, white hot needles under her fingernails and toenails! No amount of pain could even begin to explain the agonies she was going through now! Bessie howled in the overwhelming fixations of fetishable aching tortures, as every single cell in her body burned, like she were dipped in acid! The ecstasy devoured her! No matter how good it felt, she couldn't stop screaming, and, the horrible truth was, her excitement wouldn't go down, those feelings, wet, slimy, hot, moving, dipping, licking, curling, twisting, pleasuring...only made it worse! She hadn't been hurting her, at all, but there was...so much suffering! Surely, there must have been something horribly wrong with her! So...much...PAIN!

Bessie moaned at the new rise in sensations. "PORTIA! What...are, you...doing t, to me? Wha...at, what's...happening? I, I c...I can't, stop..." Never had time to finish, her own body answered it for her, as she threw her head to the ceiling, and released a painful scream. Tears came spilling out of her eyes as the scream leaped out of her, the erotic tensions, now growing to an intolerable amounts, she even felt sick! "Welcome...to your...new lesson...in...oral sex! Go ahead...and scream...all you want...Bessie! You'll feel...better...if you...do!" Portia sneered, taking her time to lick her over again. So, Bessie did. She screamed as loud as she could, beating down upon the floor, crying, wailing, sobbing! Bessie, for some reason, felt a wetness growing inside of her, and seeping from her entrance. Despite she had never had this before, and how frightening it was, she couldn't bring herself to tell Portia to stop. Her mind screamed that she would, oh, just how much she longed to get away from the fast flicks of her hot tongue! "PORTIA! I...THINK, I'M DYING...PORTIA! PLEASE STOP! YOU'RE...KILLING ME!" Portia now ran her fingers over her sweet spot, her other hand, going over her neck, taunting tortured ticklish feelings from her sore sensitive area upon the base of her throat, trailing it impatiently down her chest, to meet those two jelly like lobes of flesh, fingers dancing upon her now highly sensitive spot on her chest, and back up to her vulnerable throat. "Oh! You've figured...out the surprise! Get...ready to...die...with...a smile on...your...face! I'm...not...stopping until...I've...eaten...you out...entirely!" Bessie was quite scared! She was...EATING her! That cruel cannibal, Portia had now become! Finally, like a bomb had been dropped, Bessie went all out as Portia gave her one last slow lick over the entire set beneath her legs, teasing her folds, and Bessie, spraying everywhere inside of Portia's starving mouth! She was trembling, quivering all over, mouth a mess of salivation, stomach, worse than a roller coaster ride, her throat churning with digestive fluids, paranoid she lost her mind! "OH! WHY PORTIA? WHY? OH! OH! OH! OH!" That was all she managed, and to Portia's surprise, it wasn't succeeded, or rewarded with a scream, though, it had been the loudest thing Portia heard from her all day! Instead, Bessie whimpered and whined, those last fatal words, a tremble in her throat, weak and small, before she collapsed upon the floor, curled into a small ball of sweaty orgamsed, agonized little girl, covering her wet spot, fluid escaping through her twitching fingers. The tears, wouldn't stop flowing! Bessie stayed like that for a long while, a minute, a full on sixty seconds, trembling, crying, gasping, shuddering, leaking, sobbing. It was the worst thing she had ever felt! Even worse than when Portia stole Happy away from her! She surely thought she was dead! Portia told her so, that she would die! Collecting herself, she took in her longest breath, grateful! She was, indeed, still, ALIVE! Every move she made felt as if someone had ripped her muscles out, everything was convulsing and painful! "So, did you like your first lesson in lesbian sex education?" Asked Portia, stroking her upon her head. "I...I, I...I..." Bessie, wracked in so much pain, she couldn't finish. "I'll take that as a yes." She said, dipping her fingers into her mouth, joyfully eating Bessie's sexual fluids. "Sweeter than honey!" Portia moaned, as a thin line of saliva held from the five inches from her mouth, to the tips of her fingers. "M...may...I, t...tr..." Before she even finished, Portia slammed her fingers into her now, non virgin opening, and shoved them into her dry mouth. Bessie slowly licked, and found herself loving her sweetful flavors. "I, never knew...cannibalism...worked this way." She mused, in between licking her fingers. "Yeah. I know things." "That was, kind of scary Portia! I exploded! How did you do that?" She was now gaining back her senses. "That, dear Bessie, is called an orgasm. I can, tell you've never experienced one before." "No. I haven't...so, Portia." Bessie asked, as Portia held her on the floor, licking away her tears and sweat. "Yes?" "Is there, any...more you can show me?" Bessie asked, hoping for another overdose of fun, the sensational sensations. "Sure...how about, another lesson...tomorrow." Bessie whimpered a little recalling her fast flicks of tongue, how it made her die on the inside. "I promise, and next time, I'll go easy on you." Bessie drew her a faint worn tired smile. "I'd like that. Thanks Portia. You're the best." Portia laughed a little, stroking her chest again, Bessie barely responding, tired from the earth moving orgasm. "Aren't I?" "Yeah. You know, I think I like being a lesbian." Said Bessie cheerfully. "I do too Bessie. I do too."