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   Caroline by Laura Lynn Davis F/F Bnd Copyright 2001, all rights reserved



   Caroline Winslow was pretty in a boyish way.  Her thick blonde hair was
cut short and she had a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose
that she'd grown used to after fretting over them for years.  Now, at
twenty-four, she was content with the way she looked.  A former soccer
player, she was still in excellent physical condition thanks to daily runs
and regular workouts at the gym.

   Her life was settling down after the events of the previous year.  She
had been engaged to be married but her fianc had called the wedding off at
the last minute when she refused to quit her job.  Thomas had repeatedly
expressed his desire for her to be a stay-at-home wife.  And, with typical
male arrogance, he'd ignored her repeated refusals.  She liked her job and
told him so, told him she had no intention of quitting.  The night before
their wedding she'd told him again, during the rehearsal dinner.  He'd
thrown a tantrum and walked out.  The wedding was called off and Caroline
had returned the engagement ring via Fed Ex.

   Ironically, a month later, the dot.com she worked for as a web designer
had filed for bankruptcy and Caroline had been one of the 124 people who'd
lost their jobs.  She'd been unable to find another job in her field and
had taken a 'temporary' job as a barmaid in a sports bar.  Her uniform
consisted of a sports bra, a skimpy little pair of running shorts, socks,
and a pair of Nike cross trainers.  The side vents on the shorts ran all
the way up to the elastic waist band, requiring her to wear thong panties
or go without.  Management, of course, preferred the latter but Caroline
wore a thong.

   She was popular, in part, because of her boyish good looks and long
beautiful legs.  The men were divided between those who wanted to get into
her pants and those who looked on her as a kid sister.  The women tolerated
her because they sensed she wasn't a threat.  The other reason for her
popularity was her unfailingly cheerful nature.  She was polite to
everyone, even the drunks, and was always willing to listen when someone
was troubled.

   Then, in June, she met Sara Liu.  Sara came in alone one night and sat
at a table in the back.  The room went quiet for a moment as the men
watched her walk the length of the room.  She was tall, close to six feet,
and very beautiful.  Her glossy black hair was done in a French braid that
fell to the small of her back.  She had beautiful almond-shaped brown eyes
and a smooth amber complexion.  She was wearing a black T-shirt and a pair
of black shorts that showed off her long, sleek legs.

   She smiled at Caroline and ordered vodka on the rocks.  She sat and
sipped her drink in silence, occasionally glancing at the Yankees game on
the nearest television.

   When she was nearly finished with her drink Caroline drifted over and
asked, "Is there something else you'd like?"

   Sara smiled and nodded.  "Yes, you."

   Caroline, flustered, stared at Sara in silence for a moment and then
turned and walked back to the bar.  She turned in time to see Sara drop a
couple of bills on the table.  She watched as Sara walked to the door
without looking back.  She was relieved to see her go.  And, to her
amazement, somewhat disappointed.

   Several days passed but Sara didn't come in again.  Then, when Caroline
came in after her day off, the bartender gave her a slip of paper.  "An
Asian woman was in last night.  Left this phone number and asked you to
call her."

   Caroline was relieved when he showed no signs of curiosity.  She
pocketed the slip of paper with every intention of flushing it down the
toilet.  But she didn't.  When she got home from the bar that night it was
after 2:00 a.m.  but she dialed the number anyway.  It was answered almost
immediately and Caroline recognized the soft voice that said, "Hello."

   "This is Caroline Hill.  Why did you leave your number at the bar?"

   She heard a soft chuckle.  "Because I wanted you to call me."

   "Why?  I'm not gay.  I have no interest in other women."

   "Are you sure?" Caroline was stunned.  Of course she was sure, wasn't
she?

   The silence stretched on for almost a minute.  "My name is Sara Liu. 
How about meeting me for coffee later this morning?  The Starbucks at Four
Corners?  Say 10:00 a.m.?"

   Then, without waiting for an answer, Sara hung up.

   When she parked her car in the lot near Starbucks, Caroline was still
telling herself she wasn't going there to go to meet Sara.  She just wanted
a good cup of coffee and a roll.  She was dressed for running - sports bra,
spandex shorts, socks, and her new Nike running shoes.  All in a soft gray
that contrasted nicely with her light golden tan.  Sara wasn't anywhere to
be seen and Caroline was sure whether she was relieved or disappointed. 
She sat and sipped her coffee and ate her roll.  When she was done with the
roll she got up and left.

   She was unlocking her car when she saw Sara emerging from a Toyota
4Runner that had just pulled in.  Sara smiled and waved and Caroline stood
there uncertainly, torn between a desire to flee and her natural
inclination to be polite.  She stood there and watched Sara walk toward
her. Sara was wearing jeans and a tank top.  Her small, firm breasts
bounced nicely with each step, making it obvious that she wasn't wearing a
bra.

   Sara smiled and said, "Hi.  May I?" Without waiting for an answer she
plucked the coffee cup out of Caroline's hand and took a sip.  She sighed
as she handed it back.  "Thanks, I needed that." Then she astonished
Caroline by kissing her softly, right on the lips.  "Do you want to come
back inside or wait here for me?"

   "Uh ....  Um, I'll wait here." Sara nodded and walked away without
looking back.  Caroline got into her car and struggled with a strong desire
to drive off, to run, to escape.  But she just sat there and sipped her
coffee, watching Sara.

   Sara emerged from Starbucks with a cup of coffee and a small brown bag
containing a bran muffin.  She stopped long enough to say, "Follow me over
to the park.  It'll be much nicer than sitting here in the parking lot." As
they pulled out of the parking lot Caroline had to resist the impulse to
turn left and go home.  She followed Sara to the park and parked next to
the 4Runner.

   Sara got out and waited for Caroline.  Then she led her down a path
toward the pond.  They sat on a bench overlooking the pond and sipped their
coffee in silence for a couple of minutes.  Finally, Caroline looked at
Sara and asked, "What do you want with me?"

   Sara grinned.  "I want you.  On your pretty knees, promising that you'll
be a good girl and do what you're told." As she spoke she dropped her left
hand on Caroline's knee and squeezed gently.

   Caroline jumped to her feet.  "Are you crazy?  I told you I'm not gay!"
She turned around and stomped away.  Sara smiled and sipped her coffee,
watching the ducks.  Caroline didn't return but Sara didn't hear her car
start.  Almost five minutes passed before Caroline returned.  She sat down
on the end of the bench as far from Sara as she could get.  "I'm *not*gay."

   Sara smiled.  "But you do have pretty knees."

   Caroline blushed.  "You *are* crazy." She glanced at Sara and then
quickly looked back at the pond.  "What do you want from me?"

   "You're complete obedience.  I want you down on your knees and I want
you to promise you'll be a good, obedient . . . .  slave."

   "A slave?  Are you kidding?  Now I *know* you're crazy!  Go to hell!"
She got up and stomped away again.  This time Sara heard Caroline's old
Subaru start up.  She listened as Caroline drove away but her expression
didn't change.  She began eating her muffin, tossing occasional bits to the
ducks.

   She was just finishing her muffin when she heard the Subaru returning.
She made sure her expression was neutral before Caroline appeared.  As
Caroline began to sit down Sara glanced at her and said, "No.  Over here,
on your knees." She pointed at a spot right in front of her.

   Caroline hesitated.  After a couple of moments her defiant look changed
to one of fright.  She took three slow steps and then sank to her knees in
front of Sara.  She looked up at Sara with tears in her eyes.  "I don't
want to be a slave." But her voice was soft, lacking conviction.  She hung
her head and stared down at the ground, crying softly.

   Sara ruffled her hair.  "You're such a pretty bitch.  You'll be happier
as a slave.  I promise." Caroline shook her head but didn't answer.  Sara
waited a moment and then said, "Look at me." Caroline raised her head and
stared up at Sara with tears running down her cheeks.  "Will you be a good
girl?"

   Caroline shrugged.  "I don't know what you want!  I'm not a slave.  I
don't want to be a slave." She sniffled and Sara automatically handed her a
tissue she pulled out of her pocket.  Caroline blew her nose.  "And I'm not
gay!"

   Sara leaned back and took a sip of coffee.  "Fine.  Get up and leave. 
Go back to being a barmaid.  Marry some good old boy and have a half-dozen
kids.  Get fat and sloppy.  Go on, get out of here."

   Caroline started to get up but sank back to her knees and rocked
forward, resting her forehead against Sara's knees.  "Oh, God!" She
remained that way for almost a minute and then she straightened up.  "What
am I going to do?"

   Sara smiled.  "Be a good slave, that's what you're going to do, what you
were born to do." She held her left hand out, palm down.  After a moment
Caroline took Sara's hand and brought it to her lips.  She pressed her lips
to the back of Sara's hand for a moment before releasing it.  Then she
closed her eyes and whispered, "God help me."

   Sara patted the bench.  "Sit.  People are going to be arriving and I
don't want to attract any attention." Caroline got up and sat down on the
far end of the bench.  Sara smiled and patted the seat.  "Over here."
Caroline obediently slid closer, shivering as Sara draped her arm around
her shoulders.  "I want you to quit your job and get your things together.
I'll give you 48 hours to wind things up and move in with me.  Do you think
that will be enough time?"

   Caroline hesitated for a moment while she thought about it.  "Yes, I
think so."

   "Good.  I live at 44 South Main, apartment 2B.  I'll write it down when
we get back to the car.  I'll give you my phone number too.  I'll expect
you no later than noon on Saturday.  If you're not there by then I'll know
you're not coming." She stood up.  "Let's go." They walked back to the
parking lot and Sara wrote her address and phone number on a scrap of
paper.

   Then she kissed Caroline before getting into the 4Runner.  She drove
away without looking back.

   Caroline was shocked by the momentary feeling of panic she felt as she
watched Sara drive away.  My god, she thought, what's happening to me?  She
stood there for a few moments before getting into her car.  She drove back
to her apartment and when she got there she was startled to realize that
she didn't remember a thing about the drive.

   The next two days were a blur in Caroline's memory.  She informed her
landlord that she was terminating her lease and he argued until she agreed
to forfeit her security deposit.  She knew he had tenants waiting to move
in but she got tired of arguing and gave in.  She called the bar and told
the owner she was quitting.  She gave up her final paycheck in lieu of
notice and he was satisfied too.

   She didn't own any furniture other than a small television and a
portable stereo system.  Her clothing and personal belongings fit into two
large suitcases.  Several times during the two days she felt severe
anxiety, almost panic attacks, and had to sit down and work to calm herself
down.  She questioned why she was doing it when she didn't want to be a
slave and wasn't a lesbian.  After a while she realized that the idea of an
orderly life where she had few, if any, decisions to make appealed to her.
A persistent little voice asked, "so why don't you join the army or become
a nun?" The answer to that was harder to find and even harder to admit,
even to herself.  But it was simple.  She felt a definite attraction toward
the beautiful Asian girl.

   At 11:00 a.m.  on Saturday morning she called the number Sara had given
her.

   When Sara answered Caroline said, "I'm on my way.  I'll be there at
11:30." She hung up before Sara could respond because she was afraid she'd
panic again if she stayed on the phone.

   When she pulled up in the parking lot behind Sara's building she parked
in a visitor's space.  Sara appeared just as Caroline was getting out of
the Subaru.  Caroline was wearing cutoff jeans, a halter top, and sandals.
Her cutoffs were very short.  Sara smiled and said, "Hi, good to see you."
She deliberately didn't do anything that might panic the obviously nervous
Caroline.

   They unloaded Caroline's suitcases and wheeled them inside and up in the
elevator.  Then they returned for Caroline's TV, stereo, and a few
miscellaneous items.

   They put everything in the spare bedroom and Sara took Caroline on a
tour of the apartment.  It wasn't a luxury complex but the apartment was
spacious and well-equipped.

   Sara took a couple of bottles of mineral water out of the refrigerator
and passed one to Caroline.  They settled down in the living room, on the
sofa.  Caroline took a sip of water and then asked, "How can you afford a
place like this?  What do you do for a living?  For that matter, how old
are you?"

   Sara smiled and patted the sofa cushion.  "I'll answer all your
questions but first I want you to slide down here next to me." Caroline
smiled, a little nervously, and slid over next to Sara.  Sara began
speaking as soon as Caroline was settled next to her.  "I'm twenty-six
years old by your reckoning but by the Chinese system I'm twenty-seven. 
I'm a graduate student at the university, working on a PhD in International
Relations.  I don't work because my daddy's a rich businessman who lives in
Taipei.  He gives me a very generous allowance as long as I stay away from
Taiwan." She named a figure that took Caroline's breath away.  "Being a
lesbian is unacceptable in Chinese families.  Totally unacceptable."
Caroline thought she sounded a little wistful.

   Caroline took a deep breath.  "What now?"

   "Decision time.  One last chance.  Stay or go.  It's entirely up to you.
If you're staying I want you to stand up and remove your clothes.  While
you're in this apartment you won't be permitted to wear clothes without
permission."

   Caroline placed her bottle of water on the floor and stood up.  She
moved back a couple of feet and turned to face Sara.  She reached back to
unfasten her halter but then she stopped and shook her head.  "I can't."
She stood there with a look of blind panic on her face.

   Sara knew this was the decisive moment.  A wrong move would send
Caroline running for the door and she'd be lost forever.  She stood up and
slipped her arms around the younger woman's waist.  Caroline, at 5' 8", was
just a two inches taller than Sara.  Sara lifted herself on her toes and
kissed Caroline on the mouth.  Caroline moaned but opened her mouth to
Sara's insistent tongue.  She stood there, hands at her sides, and didn't
resist when Sara untied her halter.  Sara stepped back and the halter
dropped to the floor.  Caroline made as if to cover herself but stopped
when Sara shook her head and whispered, "No."

   Caroline's breasts were firm and perfectly shaped, tipped with pretty
pink nipples that pointed up at a 45 degree angle.  She wasn't that big on
top, a good full b-cup at best, but her breasts were beautiful and Sara was
itching to play with them But she restrained herself.  She sat down and
said, "Finish undressing now or I'll have to discipline you."

   Caroline stood there without moving.  "Ho ...  how would you discipline
me?"

   "I'd take you over my knee and spank you." Her voice was soft but the
firm tone of command was there and Caroline believed her.  She slipped her
running shoes off and then unsnapped her cutoffs and slid them down over
her hips.  She let them drop to the floor and stood there for a moment in
her plain cotton panties, a defiant look on her face.  Sara knew she
couldn't let Caroline defy her anymore.  She reached up, took Caroline's
wrist in her right hand, and drew her down across her lap.  Caroline
resisted for a moment and then allowed herself to be position across Sara's
lap.  She took a deep breath as she felt her panties being pulled down.

   "What are you doing?"

   "I'm going to spank you."

   "No, please, I'll do what you want.  But please don't spank me. 
Please."

   Sara paid no attention to Caroline's plea.  She eased the blonde girl's
panties down to her knees and spent a couple of moments admiring the girl's
firm butt.  She ran her hands over Caroline's butt cheeks for a moment,
enjoying the way the soft, smooth skin felt under her palm.  She also
enjoyed Caroline's whimpers.  The girl was turning beet red and was
obviously deeply humiliated by her position.  Then Sara began to spank her,
alternating from buttock to buttock, striking the girl hard enough to draw
tears almost immediately.  She savored the sounds Caroline made as she
cried and whimpered but Sara didn't let Caroline's reaction influence her.
She continued the spanking until Caroline's butt was a deep, even red all
over.  By the Caroline was sobbing continuously and begging for mercy when
she had the breath to speak.

   When she stopped, Sara waited a moment before asking, "Are you going to
be a good slave now?"

   Caroline shook her head.  "NO!  I'm not a slave!  I'm leaving!" But she
made no move to get up from Sara's lap.  Sara stroked the backs of
Caroline's thighs for a couple of minutes.  Gradually her sobs faded and
she grew quiet.  Sara slipped her hand between Caroline's legs and
discovered exactly what she's suspected: the girl was sopping wet!

   Sara began to masturbate Caroline.  She ran the tip of her finger from
the girl's anus down to her clit and back, slowly, softly, barely touching
her.  She was rewarded with a low moan of pure pleasure.  "Do you want to
come?"

   Caroline shook her head.  "NO!" But, again, she made no move to escape
from Sara's lap.  Sara continued her slow stroking of the girl's wet pussy
and gradually Caroline's breathing deepened.  Her hips began to twitch and
a long, low moan forced its way past her lips.  "Oh no!  Oh, please, no."
Sara realized that Caroline was close to orgasm.  She slid a finger deep
into Caroline's cunt and wiggled it around.  "Unnh . .  Unnh ...  Oh.  Oh.
God, please no!"

   Sara leaned and put her mouth close to Caroline's ear.  "Let go, bitch.
You know you want to come!  Would you like me to stick my finger up your
ass?  Hmmmm?"

   Caroline turned her head slightly, her eyes wide with fear and lust. 
"NO!  Not there!  Please, not there!"

   Sara smiled and ran the tip of her finger over Caroline's tightly
puckered little anus.  Caroline whimpered, "Nooooo!" Sara pushed and
Caroline arched her back and screamed, "OH!  MY!  GOD!" She froze for a
moment and then fell back, sobbing, but this time with pleasure as her body
shook with the intensity of her orgasm.  Sara stroked the sobbing girl's
back, buttocks, and thighs until she was calm again.

   The she eased Caroline off her lap.  "Down on your knees, slave."

   Caroline obediently eased herself onto her knees but she looked up at
Sara and whispered, "I'm not a slave." But her voice lacked conviction.

   Sara slapped her across the face.  "In that case, get up and get your
ass out of here."

   Caroline stared at her in shock for a moment and the collapsed, sobbing.
Sara let her cry.  After a couple of minutes she felt Caroline move.  A
moment later she felt Caroline's lips touch the arch of her right foot in a
soft kiss.  A moment later Caroline began to lick Sara's foot.  Her
submission was complete.  Caroline was a slave.

   The End





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