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Beverly visits Stella's apartment for a nice romantic evening together where nobody cries or has mild traumatic reactions.

Tried as she might, Beverly could not remember how to put herself back together again. All the disparate parts of her did not quite fit anymore, and the gaps between revealed the raw, slimy parts underneath.

Stella knew about the turtles and everything that came with them. Beverly's father would have broken his switch on her ass if he ever knew she allowed herself to be exposed.

All because she got greedy. She wanted Stella's heart.

Her fantasy, the two of them living together, it could happen! She just needed to find the right buttons to push and they could be- they could be- what? A couple? The Real Beverly stressed that Beverly was not gay. The other one just wanted sex and the third one, the new one who whispered gibberish about living openly and freely? She did not get a vote. 

There was a seniority system. Wait a couple of decades kid.

Divided against herself or not, Beverly Carpenter was for better or worse a doer. She wanted Stella, so she would get her. Why did she want her? She could figure that out, once she had her. There was only the small matter of Stella hating her guts. 

Which is why she found herself, once again, sitting with Gloria in the Sweet Rose cafe... Talking...

"I am... Open to ideas." Beverly said, not looking at Gloria. The woman has been growing more and more smug over the last three weeks.

It looked really good on her.

"Have you considered not doing anything?" Gloria sipped her coffee. "Just give her time?"

"I have to do something." Beverly said. "Otherwise nothing will ever change."

"Well... If you actually explained the situation-"

"It's private." Beverly said. Gloria knew that she was 'meeting' Stella, but not their history. The idea of sharing the details made Beverly's teeth curdle. "You know enough."

Gloria gave one of her long suffering sighs that she seemed to enjoy so much as of late. "She did not want you to cook for her... Then... What does she want?"

She wanted Beverly to hurt, be humiliated and coming back for more. She wanted to see her cry and beg for mercy and give her none. She wanted to- she wanted to...

What did Stella want?

Beverly opened her mouth to make up a lie, but nothing came out. Instead she settled for truth. "I- I don't know..."

"How about... Asking her?"

Beverly laughed. Gloria scowled. "Why is that such a funny idea? Ask her!"

Because then she might tell the truth, and Beverly did not know if she could handle that.

"Speaking of," Beverly said as she wrestled a mask of peace onto her face. "I would like to ask you a favour, dear. I know you've been busy with the flower arrangements for the party, but could you also talk to the sound system people? I am hopeless with that!"

Gloria gave her a look that told exactly how little she thought of her for the change of subject. Beverly pretended not to see it. "Brilliant! Thank you. You're a big help..."

"Have you considered therapy?"

"Why yes, I would love to have some dessert!" Beverly said and called the waiter over.

Day after bloody day, Beverly fretted and plotted and in the end, Sunday came and there was nothing else to do but to prepare herself. 

She considered, for a time, bringing some pastries over since Stella did not specify baking in the ban on cooking... But she thought better of it.

Instead she researched electronic trackers. She could plant one on Stella's car and then 'accidentally' run into her mid week! She got so excited at the thought that she was halfway through ordering it online before she managed to stop herself.

Would Stella want this? Definitely not. 

Real Beverly insisted on doing it anyway. A Carpenter did whatever she wanted... But for some reason it felt wrong.

The seed of love grew more and more every day, and it was becoming difficult to make herself forget it was there. She could feel it inside her raw parts, the roots digging through her, changing her shape until nothing fit anymore.

In the end she decided that the tracker was too risky. Still, she was a Carpenter and effort was in her blood. She booked a stylist and had the woman go all out on her hair and makeup. Her hair was curled, just enough to fall into heavy ringlets, makeup thicker than usual, with heavy red lipstick and dark eyeshadow. She was sure Stella would enjoy ruining it. 

When the clock struck ten minutes to eight, she was parking in front of Stella's office, ready to be taken. 

She was not ready to find Stella sitting on the steps up to her office looking tired. At once Beverly's stomach filled with ice.

It was over. Stella would tell her that she was done and Beverly would have to pretend that it was fine.

Stella's eyes came briefly alive when she saw Beverly walk up. She took in her hair, makeup and the deep cleavage on her white blouse with hunger, but it did not last.

"Good evening Stella," Beverly said, trying to not sound panicked. "Is everything alright?"

"No... A pipe burst in my building..." Stella said pinching the bridge of her nose. "Whole week has been just repairs and insurance bullshit. The office is... Unavailable."

Deep relief almost knocked Beverly over. "Is there... Anything I can do?"

Stella looked at her like she was crazy and just shook her head. Beverly wanted to offer to pay for the repairs, but she would have a better chance if she offered to move in with Stella.

"Are you... Ok?" Beverly asked instead. The way Stella looked, so tired and worn made Beverly's heart ache.

"I'm fucking great." Stella sighed. "It's... Not happening tonight Beverly. I'm tired."

"I see..."

"Next week this should be all cleared out... I hope."

"My party is next Sunday." Beverly said. "My whole week will be very, very busy, I will not be able to see you."

Stella cursed and dug her hands into her hair. Beverly's fingers itched to do the same. "Fuck! That's not ideal!"

"I agree..." Beverly said. "I... Would rather not go without for three weeks."

Stella stood and began pacing around. What an odd sight; the woman was usually so controlled. Well, when she was not screaming at her about cooking for her... Or kissing. Oh, the kissing... God damn it, the kissing! No, they were not skipping another week!

"We could go to a hotel... I would be happy to pay-"

"I'm not taking your money," Stella cut her off. "And... We would have to be quiet in a hotel. After the week I had... No, I want to be loud."

No, a hotel was not acceptable! Neither was her house- Victoria was there tonight. There was one solution, Beverly would dare not suggest it... So, she forced a look of frustrated consideration onto her face as she waited for Stella to get there.

Finally she did, judging by how pissed off she looked. "Well there's- fuck. No." She mumbled. "Well..."

Beverly waited. She would wait for a hundred years if she needed to. Stella rubbed her eyes with the palms of her hands and spoke. "Beverly, you have to promise me- no bullshit. Alright?"

"Of course."

"No tricks or- or plans! Don't make me regret it!" 

"I promise..."

Stella took a deep breath, then said with great effort. "There's also my apartment..."

It took everything Beverly had in her to not smile.

Stella's apartment was not what Beverly expected. Frankly, she expected something a divorced middle aged man would pick- all exposed brick work and black metal frames, without a shred of decoration and comfort.

Stella's apartment was warm. It was larger than Haylee's but still firmly in on the smaller side, beige walls and dark hardwood floor, all lit with warm light. Two bedrooms, a living room and a kitchen, all brimming with personality- artwork, little sculptures, trinkets gathered from who knows where filled every nook. And the photos! Stella in high-school, soft and lovely, Stella in college more confident but slimmer, Stella now surrounded by people. Friends, trips, weddings, parties, diplomas. 

A whole life, lived without Beverly. 

One picture caught her attention. Young Stella, in a restaurant sitting with who Beverly assumed to be her parents, all three of them wearing party hats. A cake between them.

"My nineteenth birthday." Stella noticed her interest. "One of the... First times I got out of the house after..." She trailed off.

Beverly fought to find anything to say that was not begging for forgiveness. "Your parents look like lovely people."

"They are." Stella said. "Stay here. Do not touch anything." Then she left the room.

Beverly spent the time breathing Stella's life in. Every second, the apartment in her fantasy morphed and was replaced with this one. Well, maybe a larger version. Beverly added a couple of rooms and a walk in closet. She was working on the terrace when Stella came back. 

She was carrying a pair of leather cuffs and the pink collar that started it all. Beverly's mouth went dry at the sight.

"Put your hands behind your ass- yeah like that." She said as she cuffed Beverly's hands. "You don't touch anything... Don't try anything!"

Beverly nodded quickly. Desperate arousal flooded her in waves with every word Stella spoke. When the collar locked onto her neck, she was ready to melt.

"Don't test me today... I am not in the mood," Stella said and tugged on the leash bringing Beverly closer to her. Their chests met and she was forced to look up into Stella's eyes. "I mean it Beverly... Not tonight."

Being this close, seeing Stella like this- tired and worn, did something to Beverly. The seed shook. "Anything you say Stella..." Beverly whispered. "Just tell me what you want."

Stella looked down at her, her eyes dark and inscrutable. She lifted her hand to Beverly's hair and touched the curls. "All this for the party?"

"I wanted to look good for you... Do you like it?"

Stella's answer was to bury her hands into Beverly's hair and rake her fingers over her scalp. It sent a powerful shiver down her spine, the kind that would usually force her eyes closed, but not this time. She could not look away from Stella's eyes; her gaze digging into the gaps in Beverly's armor and wrenching it apart.

Then, when Beverly could hardly take it anymore Stella walked away. She stumbled after her, into the living room. The woman sat on her couch heavily; an L-shaped brick colored behemoth that promised a lot of varied surfaces for Beverly to be humiliated upon. She was about to sit down beside Stella when the woman grabbed the collar on her neck and forced her to kneel on the ground.

"Tonight you're a dog... Get it? Dogs don't sit on the furniture... And they don't talk." Stella said and reclined back.

Beverly obediently sat on the floor, and looked up at her... Owner? The word made her heart flutter. Stella sat on the couch, not looking at Beverly. She was wearing worn out grey jeans and a black t-shirt, her hair was falling loosely around her neck. Was this how she looked every day? 

Beverly's heart filled with determination to make this woman feel good. Make her night better.

The problem was that Stella was not doing anything to her. She simply sat there, with her eyes closed. Was she sleeping? Why was she ignoring her? Beverly cleared her throat, but it did nothing.

Beverly put her head on Stella's lap. The woman opened one of her eyes and looked at her with impatience. Beverly whined a bit and when it did not get a reaction she buried her nose in Stella's hand, which lay on her thigh. She got a scratch behind her ear for her troubles but not much more.

She cleared her throat again. Nothing. She seeked out Stella's hand but the woman moved it to grab her phone. Now, she sat there fiddling with it, ignoring Beverly completely. Did she just... Want to sit there and relax? No, that was ridiculous. She wanted Beverly to do something that she could punish. The fun only started when Beverly broke the rules...

Beverly barked loudly, making Stella groan. "Quiet."

She barked again, and again, as loudly as she could muster. Something shook loose in her chest every time she did it- It felt good not being a person. What did being a person ever get her? She kept barking until Stella sighed and got up from the couch.

In her absence Beverly hopped up onto the couch. She shimmied into the corner and spread her legs wide. Ooh, she was going to get it now! Stella came back into the room with a plastic box, maybe a foot across in size. When she saw Beverly on the couch she put it down hard onto a nearby table- plastic and metal rattled inside.

"Down! Off the couch!"

Beverly wiggled her ass at her and barked again. It felt exhilarating to disobey for once!  Stella stomped over, grabbed her by the back of her collar and pressed her down into the couch.

"What did I say, dog?" Stella whispered into her ear. "You really don't know how to listen, do you?"

Beverly's next bark was muffled by the couch cushion, but it got her point across. Stella flipped her over onto her back and straddled Beverly's hips. Still, she kept barking, the mad giddy feeling flooding her heart. She only stopped when Stella jingled something in front of her face.

It was a gag. A firm looking tube to bite on, connected by two large metal rings to a strap that, Beverly suspected, would go around her head. She salivated at the thought. Yes! YES!

"Dogs like you need to be muzzled..." Stella said with a grin. "Open your mouth."

Beverly tightened her lips into a thin line and whipped her head around. The woman rose up to the challenge; with considerable effort, she forced one of her hands into Beverly's mouth and pried her teeth apart. With the other she pushed the bit between them and finally locked the strap tightly over the back of Beverly's head.

"Try barking now, doggie," Stella said, looking flushed. They were both a bit out of breath after this little scuffle. "Try it."

Beverly barked again, but it had none of the previous bite. The gag forced her mouth open, making the barks sound rather pitiful. She wiggled around, but between her bound hands and Stella's weight pressing down on her, she had no hope to move. Stella grinned down at her, looking more alive than she had this whole evening.

Beverly's heart twisted seeing her like this, having fun, in her element. She wanted this woman so badly it hurt.

"Are you going to behave now?" The woman in question asked. "Or am I going to have to... Get more creative?" 

Beverly barked again, sealing her fate.

"Very well." Stella said.

A short, futile tussle later, Stella sat on the couch with Beverly spread across her lap, her pants and underwear pulled down to around her ankles, exposing her naked ass.

The gag was wet with saliva already, and it promised to get even worse with what was to come. Stella spanked Beverly once, in those first weeks and it was... Intense. She'd spend the next weeks hoping it would happen again, but not daring to ask for it.

"Last chance doggy... Are you going to behave?" Stella asked, her hand caressing Beverly's ass. 

How odd to be given a choice. Once her father committed to discipline Beverly did not really ever get a way out. At least it was a hand not a switch- Beverly pressed her face into the couch cushion and made herself not think about any of that. Instead she barked, as loudly as she could.

The first smack was not very strong, more of a test than anything else, but it rocked Beverly anyway. The second hit was harder, enough to punch straight into Beverly's core. She choked on the gag and her own growing arousal. Another bark tore out of her, then another, each matched with a meaty hard slap to her behind.

Beverly hated pain in any other context. But this- this she could endure every day and beg for more. Every time Stella's strong hand impacted, something shook loose inside of Beverly. She was falling to pieces. Her eyes stung with half formed tears.

Her ass was beginning to really sting, but it was notching compared to the ache in her pussy. It took her breath away, but her silence did not stop Stella. Over and over again she kept smacking Beverly's ass, even long after her barks turned into muffled groans.

"There..." The woman was breathing hard. "Are you done?"

An animal sound left her mouth, not quite a bark, not quite a moan. Without any input from her brain, her hips humped against Stella's. Pride? What pride?

She was rewarded with a dark laugh. "No, I don't think you're done..." 

Then she extricated herself from under Beverly, grabbed a fist full of her hair and dragged her down, off the couch. She bent her over the edge, ass sticking up into the air, before leaning in and whispering into Beverly's ear. "Wait here for me..."

Beverly waited, shivering in anticipation as Stella rooted around in her toy box. She pressed her face into the couch and took a deep sniff. It smelled like comfort, like everyday life. She promptly added the couch to her fantasy apartment, despite its questionable aesthetic value. 

 "Here, do you know what this is?" Stella said as she pressed a handle of something long and hard into Beverly's cuffed hands. 

It was a switch.

All at once, the smell of wood and leather- her father's home office overwhelmed her. Cold sweat broke all over her back. She tried to stand but Stella's hand on her neck kept her in place, so she shoved hard against her to no avail.

"Easy! It's just a paddle!" Stella said. 

No! It was- it was- Beverly felt for it again with her fingers. Past the corded handle the shape flared out into a... Paddle. Soft and covered in leather.

"Shit..." Stella whispered to herself. "Alright, let's get this off of you-"

Beverly barked. They're not stopping just because she made a mistake! She barked again and lifted up her leg as if to piss on the couch.

Stella sighed and started to fiddle with Beverly's cuffs. "Beverly-"

Beverly jumped on her and began smearing her gag drool all over her neck and face, barking all the while. Stella yelped and tried to push her away. When that did not work she grabbed Beverly's neck and pushed her down onto the couch hard.

"Jesus Christ woman!" Stella wiped her neck and face. "Alright! The beatings will continue until morale improves!"

The paddle was nothing like the hand, but Beverly grew to love it just as much. The pain was not as sharp, but the impact- oh Lord the impact! The dull thwacking sound! Every hit shoved her hips against the couch and penetrated deep inside. 

Stella's hand holding firmly onto her neck made her forget to bark, to make trouble. Each impact pushed a grunting, deep moan out of her- one she could not hold in even if she tried. Drool leaked out of her mouth, around the gag and down her chin, but she did not care.

"Now, look at you!" Stella whispered into Beverly's ear. "All quiet and obedient..."

Beverly whined softly and tried to nuzzle the side of her head into Stella's. The woman sighed and the spanking stopped. Beverly whined louder- she was so close!

"Spread your legs."

She did just that and was rewarded with the feeling of something hard pressing against the entrance to her pussy. Her whole body lit with fire when she understood what it was- the handle of the paddle. Beverly whined again and pushed back against it.

"Easy now... This is a reward for obedience..." Stella whispered. "Don't ruin it now doggie..."

Beverly made herself stay still. She was rewarded with the tip of the handle slowly dragging through her wet folds. She closed her eyes and tried to lay her head down onto the couch, but Stella grabbed her wet chin and forced her to look at her face.

"You will look at me while I fuck you..." Stella said and pushed the handle inside Beverly.

It slid in easily, quickly pushing past Beverly's entrance and deep inside her. But Beverly barely felt any of it. In that moment all that existed for her was Stella's face. Her lips quirked in a soft smile, her brows slightly furrowed, cheeks flushed.

This could be her life. This woman could be her life.

Her deep brown eyes were no longer tired, but full of lust and possession, focused entirely on Beverly. Stella opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. Something in her face changed, but Beverly could not pinpoint what it was. The speed of the paddle handle thrusting in and out of Beverly increased, tearing garbled moans out of her, but still she could not look away.

Stella's breath caught, her eyes grew warmer, for a moment. Still cold, but less so. Beverly looked into her eyes as she came. Nothing else existed, but the tide of ecstasy washing through her body and the eyes of the woman in front of her.

Stella was the first one to turn away. Gently, she removed the paddle out of Beverly and got up. Beverly was left bent over the couch breathing hard, trying to understand why her eyes were stinging so badly.

"Alright! Up you go," Stella said and dragged her up to a standing position. Beverly felt woozy, like she just woke up from a dream. Almost like if she closed her eyes she would wake up inside of her fantasy. It was so close...

"There- stand here. Good... Good." Stella murmured. She sat on the couch, in front of Beverly. "Let's get this off of you."

She took off Beverly's blouse and bra, then she helped her step out of her slacks leaving her completely naked, save for the cuffs and the gag. All through this Beverly tried to catch Stella's eyes, in vain. 

Beverly almost fell over when Stella grabbed her hips roughly and spun her around. "Now... Now that's a nice red ass..." She said and slapped Beverly's behind with force.

A sharp sensation- Stella's nails raking over her buttocks on both sides made Beverly tremble. Then, a soft gentle touch on her sides, strong warm hands on her belly and breasts.

Something hard on her back, surrounded by softness. Stella's forehead? "What was that? When you touched the paddle?" A soft question.

Beverly shrugged. Stella said nothing, but kept exploring her body with her hands. Then, without warning, spun her around again. She looked up at Beverly, tired and somehow sad. They kept looking at each other in silence, warmth slowly trickling into Beverly's heart.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Stella asked, sadness replaced with annoyance and more. Depths flashing behind her eyes. "What do you want from me?"

Beverly was glad that she was unable to speak right now, because she did not know what she would have said. Perhaps the truth. Stella searched her face for an answer. She did not seem to like whatever she found there, because she stood abruptly and walked away from her.

Beverly took the opportunity to calm herself. This was ridiculous, getting this emotional for no reason! She focused on easing her breathing, trying to ignore the clattering sound of Stella digging in the toy box. Oh what new horrors awaited her... She could hardly wait.

"Close your eyes... Or don't. It doesn't matter," Stella said and stood behind her. Beverly chose to keep her eyes opened. What would it be? A toy? Another gag? 

As it turns out it was darkness. In a quick motion Stella put a blindfold over Beverly's eyes. It was soft and velvety; rather comfortable all in all. 

Beverly swayed, surprised by the change. Her bound hands unable to help her regain her balance, she almost fell, if not for Stella holding her up.

"Easy there." She murmured into Beverly's ear. "Spread your weight a bit. There, yeah. You can stand like this."

With surprise Beverly found that she could still stand. Hands bound, mouth gagged, eyes covered, but stable on her feet.

"Good... good," Stella murmured to herself before sighing and sitting on the couch. At least that's how it sounded like to Beverly.

"So... Now what?" Stella asked. "What do you think Beverly? What should I do to you now?"

She had some ideas. Seems like Stella had some of her own too. She slapped Beverly's ass, making her jump and almost fall over. When did she move?! Beverly did not hear her at all. She did it again, laughing at Beverly's yelps.

"No, you're not a dog anymore... No... You're... My toy." Stella said and slapped Beverly's other cheek. Would it be more spanking then? Beverly's pussy watered at the thought.

A warm, strong hand pressed against her stomach, then traveled up to her right breast. Another one joined it, and together they squeezed. Powerful ache traveled down, right into her core, making Beverly moan. Then, hot breath on her right nipple made her shiver. Something soft and wet- Stella's tongue- dragged across the nipple. Her tongue- God, her tongue! 

Never, in all of their 'meetings' had Stella done this to Beverly. She pinched, bit, slapped and teased but never anything this tender. Beverly bit into the gag and willed herself to stay still, to not do anything that could make Stella stop. 

Beverly felt dizzy and overheated. Without sight, every touch was magnified. Every contact was a surprise. Stella's hands roamed all over her body, while her mouth alternated between her nipples. Then, warmth and tight pressure- Stella's arms around her, hugging her tightly, her head buried in Beverly's breasts, kissing her sternum. The trail of kisses went up, up over her clavicle to her neck. 

Teeth dug into the side of Beverly's neck. She moaned into the gag, choking on it. Stella chuckled, her laughter vibrating through Beverly's flesh, but it did not stop her from biting and sucking. It would leave a mark, Beverly realised. People could see- they would ask her- she whined and bucked, but Stella's arms held her in place. 

There was nothing she could do to stop her. 

The thought opened something in her heart, the flood of excitement and relief almost toppled her over. She craned her neck, presenting it to Stella. She was being marked, and there was nothing she could do! Laughter bubbled out from her, twisted into an odd whine by the gag.

"Enjoying yourself?" Stella whispered into her ear.

Beverly laughed even harder. Laughter turned into a surprised whoop when she was pushed hard. She tripped over the couch and fell hard on it, onto her side. Stella was on her in a flash, pressing her down with her whole body.

"Look at you... So helpless. I can do whatever I want..."

Stella straddled Beverly's back, her weight settled on Beverly's center of mass. She kicked out and tried to get away, mostly just to see what would happen. She was overpowered in seconds. Her pussy was so wet she worried it might start running down her thigh.

Still she kicked and whined, filled with an odd defiance. Every time she tried to escape, Stella would press down on her harder, curse in her ear, squeeze her in a new way. Beverly fought harder and harder, despite the hopelessness of her position. Before long she was hot with exertion, pinned below Stella, who was laughing darkly.

"You done?" Stella growled into her ear. There was anger in her voice, but also lust. "I can do this all night..."

Beverly nodded as much as she could, seeing how her face was mushed into the pillows of the couch. Stella hummed into her ear, "Good girl..."

Beverly's heart did a little flip, then sank when Stella got off her and stood up. She missed the warmth and weight.

"Alright. Enough pleasantries," Stella said. The toy box clattered. "How's your ass today, Beverly?"

It was pristine, as it was every week. In lieu of saying that, Beverly wiggled her butt in Stella's general direction. The woman chuckled and walked over.

"Remember how much you whined the first time I put something in there?" Stella asked. "I really thought you would hate it... But you loved it, you freak."

She really, really did. That particular shame felt comfortable by now. Beverly jumped a little when something cold made contact with her anus. A tip of a plug? It was covered in lube. Beverly took a deep breath, and let it out slowly, relaxing her muscles the way she practiced. The plug slid into her without much resistance.

"Hmm... You're getting good at this..." Stella hummed. Beverly wiggled her butt happily. "You come to me every week, so I would do things to you that you don't like very much... And you just take it and come back for more."

That was one way of looking at it. Beverly liked the things Stella did very much, when all was said and done. Still, she nodded.

"Why?" Stella asked quietly. "Are you really this desperate?"

She was, of course. But that wasn't really it, was it? She came back for other reasons... But she could not talk about those, could she? 

"Is this really it? You're just a... Pathetic, lonely woman who would take any form of affection? Even something like this?" Stella kept going, her voice sounding more and more distant.  

Beverly had been asking herself the same questions for weeks, but it still hurt to hear them from Stella's mouth. She buried her head into the couch cushions, trying to cover her ears. A sharp tug at the collar around her neck forced her to kneel.

Without a word Stella moved her where she wanted her, forcing Beverly to straddle her. Naked, blinded and hands bound, ass filled with a plug, she jumped when she felt Stella's hands on her breasts. Tender at first, then firm before turning painful.

Pain and heat, over and over, every time they met.

Was she really here for affection? It was so... Obvious. So sad. Real Beverly raged at the indignity, but she was outnumbered now. The others agreed. Beverly wanted a woman to... Love her. This woman specifically. Tears stung behind the mask. She really was a pathetic creature, wasn't she.

She leaned into Stella's hands and sat down onto the woman's lap, to discover something soft, and slightly cold waiting for her there. She dragged her pussy over it, discovering bumps and ridges and- her clit pulsed with fire. It was the strap-on. It felt odd, bumpy and full of ridges. Was it the same one that Stella had her suck on two weeks ago? It felt larger... When did she put it on?

"Oh? You figured it out, huh?" Stella said. "You're going to fuck yourself... For me."

Beverly nodded eagerly and ground herself on it. Stella laughed and twisted her nipples painfully, making her ass clench over the plug, sending that great ache up her spine. Yes! Enough thinking! She wanted to beg Stella to hurt her more, but all she could do was whine and grind herself harder.

"God, Beverly... You're really..." Stella whispered, but did not finish. A tug on Beverly's hair dragged her forwards, made her fall onto Stella. Her head landed in the crook of the other woman's neck. She inhaled deeply, drowning herself in Stella's scent.

A hand pressed against her neck, another reached between her legs, towards the dildo. A touch against her labia, the cold silicone rubbing and teasing her folds. Beverly gasped into Stella's neck then tried to bore down on the toy, but Stella's hand on the collar stopped her. She was forced to endure the teasing.

"Not yet..." Stella murmured. "I want to hear you whine more."

There was a hollow place inside Beverly where her pride used to be. As she started to whine eagerly all that was left was a thick, sticky need to please. She wiggled her ass as she dug her nose into the woman's neck and let out long, pitiful whines.

"What would you do... If I kicked you out now? Beverly?"

As it turns out there were depths of desperation she'd never known before. Beverly frantically dug herself into Stella, as she mewled and drooled all over her neck. Every fiber of her being focused on conveying the pathetic need she felt inside. She knew she could not take being turned away now, she would die.

Stella laughed and slapped her ass, hard. The sting made Beverly moan. "Easy! I was just kidding. Jesus you're pathetic." She said and let go of Beverly's neck. "Come on. Show me how much you want it. I want to see you take it all."

Before Stella changed her mind, Beverly pressed down on the toy. She was so wet that the head went in easily, stretching her wide. Her vagina was so sensitive after all the teasing, she was already close to coming; but Stella wanted to see her take all of the dildo so she kept pushing. After the head, the shaft grew thicker and bumpier, rubbing against the plug in her ass. Beverly kept pressing on, rocking herself back and forth, trying to take more of it with each sway but it was too much. 

"Oh? That's it? Really?" Stella whispered into her ear. "Not even halfway?"

Not even halfway?! Beverly let out a snort, which made Stella laugh. Such a beautiful sound... Beverly steeled herself and tried again. Slowly she raised her ass and pushed back down, filling herself more than ever before. The feeling was maddening- really pleasant but odd. The thickness, the stretch, the mix of pain and pleasure had her feeling weak. The noises she was making were not even remotely under her control anymore. God, she was on the razor's edge of orgasm, so close- so close-'

"That's right... Good g-" Stella cut herself off before continuing. "Is that all you can do, dyke?"

Stella's voice, right in her ear, made Beverly's heart flutter and her clit pulse. It was enough to send her over the edge. Beverly wailed as the orgasm hit her, her pussy clenched on the dildo tightly, the sensation so overwhelming, so new it made her dizzy. She bucked in Stella's arms, but the woman held her down, humming in her ear all the way through it. When it was done Beverly laid limply in her arms, aching all over.

She laid like that, for a while, regaining her strength, Stella kneading her ass and breasts idly. "So... You're giving in? Hmm?" Stella purred into her ear. "I guess you don't want the prize, huh?"

"Phihe?"

"Did I forget to say?" Stella said. "If you take it all in... Any request. Same rules as... As last time."

Well now that was a dangerous thing to tell Beverly Carpenter. She took a couple of deep breaths and rolled her shoulders. She wiggled her ass a bit, looking for a better angle and bore down again.

"I knew it... You just needed proper motivation!"

Before long, she was back to where she came before. This time, instead of hurrying, she took it slow. With a lot of deliberate breathing and slow progress she pressed on. Her ass and pussy were on fire, the heat spreading all through her body making her sweat and moan like a whore, but she did not care. She was getting that prize! She knew exactly what she was going to ask for, and God damn it she was going to get it.

"Wow, look at you, all motivated... Moaning and drooling all over, fucking yourself for me..." Stella sighed and raked both her hands through Beverly's hair. The shivers racing down her spine made her scream, but she did not stop her progress. "You're so... You're so..." Stella said, but did not finish.

So pathetic? So horny? So... Beautiful? Beverly wanted desperately to know, but that was for later. All that mattered was the task. Another orgasm threatened to slow her progress, but she forced herself to ignore it. The delightful ache in her ass, the feel of Stella's breasts pressing against hers, her hands roaming all over her, she put it all out of her mind. She simply rocked herself back and forth, stretching herself inch by inch until her ass hit Stella's thighs.

"Good girl..." Stella whispered into her ear. Surprise and something like awe in her voice. "I did not think you would do it..."

That was it? She did it! Her body was on fire and she burned with it. Almost without her input her hips raised and fell, impaling her over and over on the thick shaft. She wailed into Stella's shoulder, a scream of pure want. 

"Of fuck-" Stella said. "Yeah, fuck yourself for me. You're doing so well!"

She nodded and increased the pace; her hips slamming into Stella's lap hard, denim on naked flesh. Her whole lower half felt like a ball of ache and pleasure, growing, engulfing everything. She was halfway through her orgasm by the time she realised it was happening. Her toes curled painfully, her hands searched Stella, even though she was bound. Her throat closed so hard, she could not even scream, or breathe just endure. 

"Good girl... God, you're- you're amazing..." Stella whispered over and over, her voice softer than she'd ever heard her before. It seeped between the cracks and filled Beverly.

By the time it was over she found herself laying on top of Stella, heaving for breath, feeling absolutely spent. No, not heaving. She was bawling thick tears, snorting all over Stella's shoulder. A soft, tender feeling on her back- Stella's hand? She was rubbing her, caressing a spot between her shoulder blades.

"You're ok... You're fine... Good girl..." Stella kept murmuring over and over, which just made Beverly cry harder.

The blindfold was soaked through with tears. Beverly let herself sink into Stella's arms. Her heart split open and the seed of love shook. So close to sprouting. If she did not do anything, one day... One day she would love Stella. The thought made her lose it again.

It took a long time for her breathing to ease, and her body to calm down. She laid there, wrapped in Stella's arms, thinking about nothing in particular, only feeling her warm body below her.

One nagging problem emerged from the cloud of bliss. She wiggled her butt, trying to get free of the dildo, but she did not quite have the range to get it out. At least men got soft after they were done...

"Is it bothering you? Let me..." Stella murmured and shifted a bit, allowing Beverly to crawl on top of her, giving her enough space to push the cursed thing out.

It slapped down onto Stella's belly with a loud wet pat, leaving Beverly cold and slightly achey inside... But it did not feel like she hurt herself. A cold hand on her forehead made her gasp.

"Oh yeah, you're done for now..." Stella said. "You need a break."

Stella reached behind Beverly and undid her cuffs. The freedom of movement felt odd. Then, Stella gently lowered Beverly to lay on her back on the couch. Beverly wanted to wipe her nose, but Stella was being so tender that she did not dare move in fear of breaking the spell.

"I am going to take your blindfold off."

The lights in Stella's living room were soft, but still they blinded Beverly. Stella hovered above her with a look so full of concern Beverly almost cried again seeing it. Her fingers were impossibly gentle as she took the gag out of Beverly's mouth.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. I j-just..." She tried to speak, but her voice failed her. Why did it sound so weak? "Bah! It- It was just a lot. I'm good."

"Does anything hurt? Down there? You might not have felt it if you... Tore something." Stella said, then added before Beverly could respond. "You know what, I'll just check."

And that's how Beverly Carpenter found herself laying on Stella's couch, getting an impromptu vaginal exam. It should have been funny, or mortifying, but... She felt her heart swell. 

"You look fine..." Stella said finally. "Damn I did not think you'd actually take it all. You really are something else."

Beverly looked at the discarded dildo. It was not as large as she thought it would be. When it was inside it felt enormous... In reality it was maybe seven inches long and rather thick but nothing crazy. 

"So... Is this what other women get?" Beverly asked before her brain caught up to her mouth.

"What? Get what?"

Oh, in for the penny... "Care. After you're done."

Stella looked up at her, from between her legs. Any other time the position would have aroused her, but now sex felt a little bit out of her range. The woman smiled at her ruefully and sat up on the couch. She leaned back with her eyes closed and did not talk for a while.

When she spoke she sounded tired again. "Yeah. Aftercare is very important."

Aftercare... The word sounded nice. Maybe that should be her request? She discarded the thought. Don't get impulsive now! A Carpenter thinks in the long term, always.

"Will I ever... Will I ever get aftercare?"

"No. I don't think so."

Oh well, what was another stab through the heart? Beverly was good at handling those.

"Stella, I know what my request is..." She said. This moment felt good for it. "I want you to answer my question honestly."

Stella considered her for a moment, before nodding. Beverly steeled her heart and spoke, trying as hard as she could to keep her voice steady. She failed. "Do you think... You could ever stop hating me?" 

The second the words left her mouth she wanted to take them back. She did not want to know the answer. Because she knew, in her bones, what it would be. And if she heard it, out loud she did not know what she would do.

Stella remained silent, for a long, long time. Beverly looked away. She did not want to see her face when she finally spoke. 

"I..." Stella said, but nothing more came out. The excruciating silence stretched between them for an eternity before Stella spoke. "Ask for something else. I can't... Answer that."

If she was not already laying down, Beverly would have keeled over from relief. That definitely was not a 'no'! She sat up gingerly, testing her abused crotch. Now that all the excitement died down, it did feel rather tender.

"Alright... Then..." She thought quickly. There were so many things she wanted! Silly Stella, giving her so much power- Beverly stopped herself. 

"What do you want? Stella?" Beverly heard herself say. "Last week... I... Did something to upset you without realising it... I guess... I want to know what you want from me. That's my request."

Judging by Stella's expression she could not have said anything more surprising. The woman shook herself and scoffed. "No. We're not doing that. Whatever this is, no!"

"I just want to know what you want! How's that 'doing things'?"

"Just ask me for whatever you want! That was the deal!" Stella said hotly. "Don't- don't overcomplicate it!"

"I am trying to be more- more-" Beverly matched her heat. "I don't know! Be more considerate!"

Stella stood up and started pacing around the room. "No thank you! Not interested! Just tell me what you want or fuck off!"

What?! What the hell was this? She tried to give up her prize for this nonsense?!

"Then- Then- Then I want to cook you dinner! Same as last week!" Beverly said, standing up as well. "I want to go to your kitchen, right now, and make you something nice! And then we're gonna eat it and have a nice evening!"

Stella froze mid stride. She looked like she wanted to bite her own ass off from frustration. She pinched the bridge of her nose while taking a deep breath, and blowing it out slowly through her mouth.

"Of course... Of, fucking, course you do..."

Beverly threw her hands up in the air. "I gave you two other options! Choose!"

The woman she was beginning to fall in love with squirmed in front of Beverly for a long time, trying to find any way to avoid having dinner with her. And that was, right after she made her cry by stuffing a huge dildo up her you know what and calling her pathetic. Beverly Carpenter! Mistress of romance!

The fact that it was still one of the nicest evenings she'd ever had was just a cherry on top. "Well? Have you decided yet? Or are you going to kick me out again?"

Stella's lips thinned, letting Beverly know exactly how close she was to doing just that. Then, a small smile appeared, one Beverly knew well by now. The 'I just thought of something funny and cruel' smile.

"Dinner it is," She said, looking smug. "Let's go to the kitchen!"

Beverly followed her to the kitchen trying to smell the rat. She understood the moment they stepped inside.

"Here you go!" Stella said standing in the middle of the small pathetic room that nobody in their right mind would ever call a kitchen. "Knock yourself out!"

Resigned, Beverly opened the (small) fridge. It was almost empty, save for some bread, a sad looking garlic, and some unidentified plastic boxes on the top shelf covered in asian letters.

"I take it you don't... Cook very often..." Beverly said as she moved onto the cabinets. There had to be some actual food in this house she could cook with!

Stella, who was watching her from the doorway with a shit eating grin, said lightly. "Not too often I'm afraid. This whole week I was so busy I just ate out!"

Cabinet after cabinet, Beverly resigned herself to her wish being wasted. That's why you always plan ahead! There was only one shelf left, and Beverly prayed for a miracle. Inside she found mostly spices and a dented can of diced tomatoes. She was ready to admit defeat when she spotted one last thing, tucked into the far corner, hidden by a box of old cereal.

A half empty bag of flour. She laughed with joy and relief.

"What? What did you find?"

Beverly held the flour bag aloft. Stella blinked at it. Beverly scoffed. "Are you Italian or not?" She asked as she started pulling the ingredients out.

Flour, of course, tomatoes, egg (she could use more, but one was better than nothing), spices. After a moment of consideration, bread, garlic and spices. It would be finicky, and might end up being bland, but damn it, she was not going down without a fight!

"Oh fuck me..." Stella said, realising what she was doing. "Of course..."

Beverly beamed at her. "Yes! I'll be making pasta! " She spied a flowery apron hanging on a hook by the window. She put it on her naked body and smiled her best 'fuck you I won' smile at Stella. "I hope you're not too hungry! It should be ready in about an hour..."

Stella did not look very hungry at all. Too bad for her.

Beverly tried to be considerate, now it was time to do it her way.

We're getting closer to the endgame! Nine chapters and a short epilogue is the current outline. Seeing that I've already mostly written chapter eight and am partway through nine it seems like there's not gonna be any more changes.