Girl on Girl
All These Roadworks
Girl On Girl
Stories of Lesbian Cruelty
© 2020, 2021, 2023, 2024 All These Roadworks
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All characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters involved in sexual situations are intended to be aged 18 years or over, and any implication to the contrary is an unintentional miscommunication.
The events and themes presented in this story are for the purpose of erotic fantasy. They are not intended to depict actual events that have happened, or should happen. The author believes firmly that real sexual relationships should only occur between consenting adults, and be built on the principles of respect, communication, honesty, and risk-aware enthusiastic consent.
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Table of Contents
Foreword
A Further Note on Queerness
Balance of Sin
Angie’s Stripper Routine
The Bitch Kittens and the Control Stick
Breaking Jenny’s Promise
Buy Her For Me, Daddy
Train Her For Me, Daddy
Cheerleading Tryouts
Crystal’s Revenge
Derby Bitch
Ellie’s Stepmother, Part 1
Ellie’s Stepmother, Part 2
First Principles Commune
For Tara’s Sake
Greta’s Secrets
Helping Taylah Clean
Hitting the Target
Instruction 051
Mandi’s Prisoner’s Dilemma
McCormack Park
Parents & Teachers
The Price of Fucking Ali
Reluctant Bridesmaids
A Role Model For Lacey
Sorority Shoplifting Training
Thirsty Prisoner
Bonus: Lesbian Cruelty Magazines
Foreword
It’s a fantasy, not an instruction manual.
The stories collected in this volume are kinky fantasies. It’s normal to fetishise the forbidden. It can be a healthy way of processing trauma or frustration from our daily lives. It can be fun, satisfying, and exciting. Don’t feel ashamed to enjoy them.
But it’s the responsibility of everyone – and particularly people with these fantasies – to work to create a world where everyone – and, specifically, women – are safe, respected, and able to indulge their sexuality without shame or fear, whether that means consensually engaging in wonderful fucked-up kink, or living their entire life without ever encountering it.
Satisfying, sustainable kink can only be built on a foundation of firm respect for boundaries, respectful communication, and positive, explicit, enthusiastic consent. That’s a world where everyone kinky will find it easier to find partners and hook up for the interactions they enjoy, and where those who aren’t interested won’t be bothered – and that includes people who might be interested, but not now, or not under these conditions, or not with you.
Don’t let your kinks be your politics.
If you don’t already have anyone to share your kinks with in real-life, get involved in your local kink scene. Join an online community. Be polite, ask what the local rules are, listen to people who know what they’re doing before you go charging in yourself, introduce yourself and be prepared to make friends before you make partners. Confidence is sexy; not being able to hear a “no” is not.
I’m not your manifesto, and I’m not anyone’s plan for a functional society. Read, enjoy - and then go out and be fantastic, safe, respectful kinksters.
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A Further Note on Queerness
I’ve already said that the stories in this collection represent kinks, not politics, but perhaps a further word is in order, given the subject matter herein.
These stories objectify and commodify lesbians, bisexuals and queer women, and fetishise their sexuality. In many cases they feature lesbians being fucked by men, and on occasions the lesbians discover that to some extent they enjoy that experience. These fictional women experience blackmail, humiliation, non-consensual sex, and slavery. They have conflicted thoughts about their own sexuality, including guilt and shame, and they act in fucked-up ways as a result.
These stories are fiction, intended to consensually and cathartically explore a kink.
It should go without saying that in real life, women who identify as lesbian, bisexual, queer, or otherwise non-straight do not exist for anyone’s entertainment, and if they do not already believe they enjoy sexual activity with men, they are not going to have their minds changed suddenly by a forceful injection of dick – especially non-consensually.
On most occasions, queer people are *not* conflicted about their sexuality, and where they do choose to question and explore their identity, that is no one’s business but their own, and it does not undermine their identity or validity as queer.
In short, don’t get your opinions about non-heterosexual women from this book.
While I, the author, am a straight man, and my stories are by necessity writen from the perspective of my own sexuality and my own personal links, I have been delighted to discover my writing is enjoyed by people of a wide range of genders and sexualities, including some lesbian women.
All these people are welcome and loved in my readership.
The reality is that, at the time of publication, LGTBIQA+ people around the world are facing unprecedent levels of misinformation, persecution, oppression, harassment and violence – and it seems unlikely that will substantially improve in the near future.
As a consensual, ethical kinkster, please enjoy the fantasies in this book – but consider it your attendant responsibility to do the real-life work of standing up for the rights, dignity and safety of LGBTIQA+ people, and particularly (in the context of this book) queer women.
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Balance of Sin
It was a sin to be a lesbian, Kissa knew. She had been given her wet pussy and oversized tits for *men* to enjoy, not to lez off with cunt-licking sluts, and she believed that to the depths of her shameful girl-loving cunt.
But try as she might, she couldn’t bring herself to fuck a man.
The solution came to her late one night, after hours of masturbation. Couldn’t she balance the scales? Was it a sin to be a lesbian who didn’t fuck men, if she took two women who *were* lesbians and got their pussies stuffed with cock? Surely God would forgive her own whorish desires if she brought other lesbians to serve their natural purpose?
She tried it on her then-girlfriend Kai, who she was getting bored of anyway. Over several weeks, she secretly filmed Kai masturbating, showering, dressing and undressing, confessing her sluttiest fantasies – and then she showed what she had filmed to Kai, and told Kai that she would publish it all to the internet along with Kai’s name, sexual history, and home address – unless Kai agreed to fuck Kissa’s friend John, who had repeatedly told Kissa that he thought Kai was hot.
The decision was a difficult one for Kai, but in the end, she did what Kissa wanted, even agreeing to let Kissa lead her to her fucking on a dog-leash, while crawling bare-titted on all fours.
Kai cried a little as John peeled off her panties, and Kissa felt a sting of guilt, so she knelt between Kai’s legs and licked her pussy until Kai was, despite herself, quite wet, and then kept licking as John sat Kai on his lap and sank his erect cock into Kai’s wet lesbian fuckhole.
Watching her girlfriend being fucked by a man was strangely erotic for Kissa. When Kai cried, it was even hotter. It was as if Kai’s ordeal was in some surrogate way processing Kissa’s own conflict and guilt over her sexuality. The more Kai moaned and wept, the more Kissa felt forgiven for having sucked on Kai’s beautiful tits; for having kissed Kai’s soft, warm lips; for having enjoyed Kai’s mouth sucking on her clitoris as she orgasmed hard against the beautiful girl’s face.
When she saw John buck with the force of ejaculation, and then watched John’s semen begin seeping from Kai’s violated cunt, Kissa orgasmed.
When it was over, she gave Kai one last kiss on the lips, and then handed all of the blackmail material over to John. She didn’t care what he did with it – whether he gave it to Kai as Kissa had implied that he would, or kept it to make Kai his long-term fuckslave. She was done with Kai, who was no longer a lesbian but rather just another slut with a man’s cum inside her.
Kissa went out that night to her local lesbian bar. She drank, and flirted, and by the end of the night she had a pretty redhead to take back to her apartment and fuck. And four weeks later, she was masturbating to the sight of the same redhead crying as she was fucked in the ass by her closest male friend.
And thus it went for Kissa. She would have a couple of months of hot sex with a new lesbian, and then she’d blackmail the girl into fucking some man or other. Kissa would watch as the girl had her cunt violated by a hard, eager cock, and she would openly masturbate – which always made the man happy – and more and more often she’d find herself orgasming loudly at the sight of her erstwhile girlfriend being non-consensually fucked.
She knew these girls deserved to be raped, because she knew *she* deserved to be raped. She should be worshipping cock, not longing to lick cunt. But she couldn’t help herself. She saw a pretty girl and she’d do anything to end up writhing nude with her in a tangle of sweaty bedsheets. All she could do was try and balance the scales afterwards.
Kissa found herself living for the moment when she saw a man ejaculate into a lesbian. The more the girl hated it, the hotter it was for Kissa, and often she would offer the man little suggestions and encouragement to make it even more degrading for her former girlfriends.
She found herself drawing closer and closer to each violation. Sometimes she would lick the girl’s pussy while the man was fucking it, getting a little shiver of electric excitement each time her tongue touched the man’s cock. Sometimes she would silence the girl’s moans by forcing the girl’s mouth against her own pussy, staring into the man’s eyes as they cooperatively abused the poor lesbian. Eventually she found herself drawn to lick the girl’s pussy *after* the man had cum, her tongue lapping at the man’s sperm as it dripped from the girl’s fuckhole. It tasted good, she thought. God’s reward to women for knowing their place.
In time, the sexual thrill she felt at these betrayals completely eclipsed anything she experienced from consensually fucking women. More and more often she encouraged the men to keep the girls as their sex pets, and she would return to view their subsequent rapings as well. Often the girls swore at her, and spat their hatred at her betrayal of them, and that just made Kissa hotter, because she knew they were right, that she *was* disgusting, and it was completely appropriate that they should revile her, even as she suggested to their new owners that they be gagged with their own panties so that they could be fucked in silence.
In the end, the inevitable happened – Kissa found herself masturbating to fantasies where it was *her* being enslaved and raped, exactly as she deserved. She moaned with distress as she realised this, but didn’t stop masturbating. And after a week of powerful orgasms to this idea, she began to film herself nude, rubbing her cunt, engaging in degrading and humiliating sex acts, and started thinking about which man in her life she would *least* like to be fucked by – who, of course, would be the one she would give all of the footage to…
Angie’s Stripper Routine
Neither Kasia nor her bitchy high school classmate Angie had ever amounted to much - both were now strippers at the local strip club. But Kasia took pleasure in small things. Angie had turned Kasia down for a date in high school - she said she wasn’t a lesbian - but Kasia, as the senior stripper, had authority to design Angie’s dances at the club.
Kasia’s favourite way to plan the night was for her to go on first. She would hump the stripper pole with her bare ass and pussy until she orgasmed against it, covering it with her sticky, slutty cunt juices.
Angie’s routine, which Kasia was very strict about, was to go on stage, strip naked, and, while masturbating, lick the pole clean...
The Bitch Kittens and the Control Stick
The clique of the wealthiest and most popular girls in school were called the “Bitch Kittens”. Their favourite activity was subjecting their female classmates to what they called “a bit of fun” – which was what the school called “bullying”, and what the law called “sexual abuse”.
When pretty blonde Tiffany managed to seduce then blackmail Dr John Abnis, a hypnotherapist, into joining their cruel games, it opened up a whole new world for them.
Cute, petite Maria was the target of a prank they called the “Control Stick”. They invited Maria to a weekend at Tiffany’s beach house. Maria, delighted to think she had a chance of joining the most popular clique in school, eagerly attended – only to find on arrival that her belongings and clothes were taken away, she was tied to a chair, and subjected to 72 hours of intense hypnosis.
By the time it was done, Maria had three sets of hypnotic controls lodged in her brain.
First, she found herself unable to wear panties of any sort, or to wear anything below the waist other than short skirts.
Second, she was completely unable to report, complain about, or talk about any sexual abuse or harassment she received, nor make changes to her life or behaviour that would prevent it from happening.
And third was the “control stick” program. When a dildo was inserted into Maria’s anus, her ass muscles would grip it tightly, keeping it within her, but she would be unable to remove it herself, nor would she be able to cover her tits, cunt or pussy while it was inside her, nor could she stand upright, nor would she permit a female to remove it from her.
She would be forced to crawl around with a dildo visibly lodged in her anus until she could find a man and beg him to take it out. If she was questioned about her behaviour, she would say it was something she had done to herself, because she was a slut who enjoyed being degraded.
Every day after school, from then on, the Bitch Kittens would catch Maria, hold her down, and force a dildo into her ass, and laugh uproariously as the humiliated girl crawled away, dildo wiggling degradingly in her butt, looking for a man who would help her, perhaps even without taking advantage of her first…
Breaking Jenny’s Promise
Jenny was bisexual, but she’d lied to her last girlfriend, a gold-standard lesbian, that she’d never date a man. Her girlfriend, sceptical, and also a psych major, had done a little playing with Jenny’s head when she wasn’t looking, playing subliminals to her while she slept over many months until Jenny had a set of unbreakable triggers in her head, a time bomb for if she ever proved untrue.
They eventually broke up, and Jenny almost immediately found herself flirting with a cute guy. She arranged a date - and that was when her ex-girlfriend’s triggers took over.
“On your first date with any man, you will meet him with your cunt and tits exposed, and spread your pussy for him, all without realising you’re doing it. You will encourage him to photograph you in this state and keep the photos.”
“On your date you will tell him all your most embarrassing and humiliating sexual fantasies. You will also tell him you fantasise about three things that in reality disgust or scare you, and maintain that these turn you on for the duration of your relationship with him. You will get wet and orgasm if these are done to you, but you will not be any less disgusted or scared by them.”
“You will do everything in your power to get him to fuck you, unprotected, whether you want to be fucked or not. You will encourage him to call you ‘bitch’ or ‘slut’ instead of your name, and you will teach him to slap you across the face whenever he is displeased with you. You will give him a key to your house.”
Her ex-girlfriend had expected that these humiliating instructions would have Jenny back at her door, begging to have her mind fixed, within days of meeting a man.
That never happened, though, for as much as her uncontrollable new behaviour with men scared and humiliated Jenny, the orgasms she had from teaching men to treat her like a whore were more powerful than anything she’d ever had with a girl...
Buy Her For Me, Daddy
Most spoiled rich girls ask their daddies for a car. But what Jada asked for was her school teacher.
“But daddy,” she whined, “I *want* her. She’s got such a pretty body, and I know she’d look so hot if she just got some fake tits and dyed her hair blonde. Can’t you buy her for me?”
“Jada,” her father said sternly, “money doesn’t grow on trees, and it doesn’t matter whether I’m paying her directly, having her abducted and trained, or just using my influence to ruin her life until she agrees to be your sextoy - it’s a very expensive thing to do!”
“But *daddy*...” Jada whined, and pouted.
“Remember when I had that pretty redhead classmate of yours abducted and raped until she agreed to be your lesbian fuckpuppet? What was her name - Sarah? And you got tired of her within three months and we had to put her back on the street. I hear she works in a whorehouse now. You just don’t value your sex slaves!”
“But *daddy*...” Jada whined again. She bit her lip, and looked coy. “I’ll wear that outfit you like...”
“Young lady, if I buy you your teacher, you’ll wear the outfits I like *every* day. You can forget about bras and panties, young miss - it’s nothing but slutwear from now one.”
Jada perked up. “But if I wear the slutwear, I get to have Miss Summer?”
“You wear the slutwear, and you promise to play with Miss Summer in the lounge room where I can watch,” her father said sternly.
“Oh, thank you, daddy!” said Jada excitedly. She crawled over to her father and kissed him passionately on his cock, slobbering on the front of his pants in the way she knew he liked.
“All right, honey,” her father said affectionately, stroking her hair. “You know daddy loves you. I’ll have your teacher blacklisted from the school system, have her house burgled and all her valuables stolen, and arrange for her to be raped a couple of times. Then I’ll offer to fix it if she gets a titjob, dyes her hair, and works as your personal Barbie sexdoll for a year, how does that sound?”
“Only a year?” pouted Jada.
“I thought you might like training her into something more permanently submissive...” her father said slyly. “I know how much you like breaking pretty sluts...”
“Thank you, daddy! You’re the best!” bounced Jada. “I’m going to go down to the red light district right now and pick out some tit clamps and dildos and floggers and ring gags to use on her!” She ran out of the room happily, and her father watched her go, thinking to himself what a truly wonderful daughter he had...
Train Her For Me, Daddy
The slave’s name had been Karen Winters - Miss Winters to her students at school - and she had had a petite beautiful body and gorgeous red hair. But she had had the misfortune to be Jada’s teacher, and Jada had decided she wanted to enslave her teacher as a sex-pet, and with the help of her extremely wealthy father, she had made that dream a reality.
Now Miss Winters had dyed-blonde hair, and big plastic tits, and she spent most of her time naked and restrained, either submissively licking the cunt of her teenaged owner, or allowing Jada to torture her tits and pussy for Jada’s amusement.
Right now Miss Winters was lying on her back on the floor, with her legs spread, so that Jada could idly kick her in the cunt while she sat on the couch and pouted at her father.
“It’s not *fair*, daddy,” Jada complained. “Why do I have to leave Titsy at home when I go to school? She used to *work* there.”
“Titsy” was Jada’s new name for Miss Winters. It had been three months since Karen had last heard her real name spoken, and she was forbidden from using it herself. She worried that she might forget she had ever had a name other than “Titsy”.
Jada’s father sighed. “We’ve discussed this, Jada,” he said. “The school won’t let you have an adult woman with you in the classroom, let alone a naked one on a leash. They say it’s disruptive to the other students - never mind the problems with her being nude. You just have to leave Titsy in her cage during the day, and play with her when you get home.”
Jada kicked her slave in the cunt extra-hard, and then said, “Titsy, daddy’s being terribly unfair. Crawl over and suck his cock to put him in a good mood.”
Jada’s father sighed again, but allowed the naked slave-woman to approach him, unzip his pants and take his cock into her mouth.
“Jada, you can’t just have your pet give me a blowjob every time you don’t get your way,” he warned her.
“Can’t I, daddy?” giggled Jada. She moved across to sit next to her father, and put her hands in Titsy’s hair to force her face down harder on her father’s cock. She smiled as her father moaned. She liked it when daddy was happy.
“Maybe… there might be something I could do,” said her father, as Titsy bounced her face up an down on his dick.
“Really, daddy?” asked Jada. “I’ll be so grateful. You’ll fix this for me, won’t you?”
He made a non-committal sound - and then a deeper noise. Jada knew her daddy was about to ejaculate into her slave’s mouth - so she rose up on the seat and kissed her father on the mouth, her tongue slipping between his lips.
As she kissed him, his body shook, and Jada knew that her daddy had filled Titsy’s mouth with cum.
When the kiss was over, Jada dropped down, and kissed Titsy on the lips, tasting her father’s cum in her slave’s mouth - and as her father looked down with pleasure at the two girls, Jada knew that she would get what she wanted.
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“This was a lot of work to go through for a pet that you only have for a year, Jada,” grumbled Jada’s father as he prepared to explain what he had done for her.
“Oh, I know she only agreed to be my slave for a year, daddy,” said Jada. “But I think she’ll stick around for much longer if I want her. After all, I’ve filmed her doing so many slutty and embarrassing things now. And I’ve recorded her confessing to some very disgusting crimes. I don’t know if she really did them, but she sounds very convincing. You’re going to be mine forever, aren’t you, Titsy?”
She looked down at Miss Winters, who was on all fours at Jada’s feet. Miss Winters just made a distressed, humiliated sound. Jada giggled, and kicked her pet in the tits for fun.
“Well, I’ve spent some time speaking to your principal, Mrs Walsh,” said Jada’s father. “And after a little light blackmail she became receptive to the idea of bringing Titsy to school. But she still needs a legal reason to allow it, so we came up with the idea that maybe you need Titsy with you as your companion animal - kind of like a guide dog, or a stress-relieving pet. We thought that was good because obviously companion animals need to be leashed, and they don’t wear clothes.”
Jada threw her arms around her father. “Oh daddy,” she enthused. “That’s wonderful!”
“Wait, wait,” said her father. “There’s a catch. For this to work she needs to be *certified* as a companion animal. That means she needs to go to dog training.”
And so for the next four weeks, every Saturday and Sunday Jada took her pet to dog training, and Miss Winters spent her weekends nude, on all fours, on a public oval, surrounded by other dog owners and their dogs. The trainer had had some initial objections to including a human in the training program, but, as usual, Jada’s father’s money had made those objections go away.
Jada took special care in picking out a training outfit for Titsy. She bought the humiliated woman a new dog collar and leash, and a cute puppy-tail butt plug. Titsy *hated* having a butt plug in her, and hated being seen in public with it even more, which of course made it Jada’s favourite thing to force Titsy to wear. She also got Titsy some cute dog-paw gloves to stop her using her opposable thumbs, and was merciful enough to also get her some kneepads to let her crawl for longer. The whole ensemble was completed by a pair of heavy bells that hung from Titsy’s nipples via clamps, and which jingled as Titsy crawled.