I Will Never Forgive You chapter 2

Due to popular demand and the fact that I really enjoy writing these two weirdos I'll be going the distance with this series. Each chapter will alternate POV's between Stella and Beverly. Current outline is around seven chapters, but it's probably going to change.

This chapter contains a whole bunch of butt stuff. We're skipping all of the standard lezdom and getting to the weird shit! Hold on to your butts people!

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Beverly Carpenter had a secret, if it could even be called that. It was a small thing, really, rather unimportant in the grand scheme of things.

The truth was that there were actually two Beverlys. There was the Real Beverly, the one you could meet in church. A mother, a daughter, a homemaker; and once, not so long ago a wife. She would be your best ally if you were lucky enough to be considered her friend and she would destroy you if you ever crossed her. She was a good Christian woman, and let nobody tell you otherwise.

Then... There was the Other Beverly, but who cares about her? She was nothing, hardly ever worth mentioning. She crawled out of her hiding hole at night, when all the good people were asleep; and thought of things best left unsaid. Sometimes, on special nights when she could hardly breathe, the Other Beverly got in her car and drove. She would sit in parking lots of certain bars and watch the women walking in and out.

She would sometimes look for a girl she once knew. One she hurt so very badly... Was she out there somewhere, among these women? She hoped so. She hoped she was happy.

She never found her girl, but sometimes - if the Other Beverly was very lucky -she would catch the women holding hands, or kissing each other. She would watch them until her heart was close to bursting, while touching herself in the most un-Christian of ways. Her fingers clawing at her clit, pinching and rubbing furiously for hours.

The drive home would be full of shame and desperate attempts to remind herself of all the things she was. Mothers did not do this. Good women did not do this. Beverly did not do this. And so, piece by piece, the Real Beverly would re-assemble herself back into her true shape. The Other one crawled back into wherever she goes during the day.

Good riddance.

***

As of late, shame tore through Beverly more often than she was comfortable with. A certain degree of shame one learned to live with, she certainly did! But this was... A bit much. Over the years she managed to put the memories of High-School away, into their appropriate places where they needn't be examined too often... But now? Now her mind was becoming a dangerous place.

One such memory burned her. It was their senior year and, once again, she managed to corner Stella in an empty classroom. By then, the other girl knew not to fight back, as it would only make things worse... So, she just stood there, looking miserable, while Beverly drew on her. In permanent marker of course.

Fat little pigs frolicked on Stella's arms, chased by fat little cows. Beverly hummed as she worked her way up the girl's soft forearm, proud of her work. She felt... Not quite happy, but content. It was just her and Stella. Her Stella. The cowering girl in front of her was her property, Beverly decided in their freshmen year. Her cute little piggy. She imagined taking her home and then... And then... Then what? What would Beverly... Do?

She paused... The pigs did not look so cute anymore. She yanked at Stella's sleeve hard, making the girl flinch. She started to write on her arm, with big angry letters.

"What are you-"

"I decided that I wanted to practice calligraphy... You are such a great canvas Stella... So much room!"

Stella grit her teeth, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes. Beverly could not get enough of her rage... It was so funny! She laughed as she finished writing and dragged the other girl to the window. It was dark enough outside that their reflection was clear enough to read the angry letters on her arm.

DYKE

Tears spilled out of Stella's eyes, as she stood there helpless; her firsts clenched. Beverly drank it in, her heart full of awful things.

"What are you crying about? It's the truth," the Other Beverly said looking at their reflection.

Now, twenty years later, Beverly wanted to go back in time and strangle her younger self. This is why she had her boundaries! She had awful things inside of her, buried there with great effort. Those... Parts of her deserved nothing. And yet- and yet- And yet she was doing it again... Indulging herself. Those shameful parts of her.

Beverly tried to check her phone subtly... It would not do to be seen being distracted in church. It was barely half past noon. Still seven hours and forty minutes until she saw Stella again... Her Stella! But it wasn't 'Her Stella' anymore, was she?

Her Stella was a nice, beautiful chubby girl who was too soft, in all the best ways... Too nice. Too cowardly. Too honest. The New Stella? Oh Lord, she was not soft anymore. Not at all. She was hard; her arms strong, forcing Beverly into any position she wanted with ease. Her eyes... dark. Cruel. Beautiful.

That first evening together... She told herself that she would not let it turn into anything untoward... She knew herself well enough to understand that Stella made her forget herself... In retrospect, her obsessive stalking of the girl in high-school was obviously more than just mindless teenage cruelty.

Real Beverly went there, to Stella's gym on that first night, with every intention of showing Stella that she was different. She was better! She was nothing like that stupid cruel girl!

And then... The collar... Stella's beautiful feet. And then... Beverly shivered, thinking of it. Her lips on Stella's pussy. She'd imagined doing it for decades; to Stella, to other women. It was better than she ever hoped. Stella's moans, her hand in her hair, twisting, hurting her wonderfully... Stella's fingers inside of her, her lips on her breast. It was heavenly! How could she not come back? Maybe if it was another woman, she could have stayed away, but it was Stella! Stella... Stella... Stella... Stella... Stella...

The second time was somehow even better, despite the shame of it all almost driving her mad. Walking back to Stella's office wearing the collar was terrifying, she almost turned back so many times. In the end, she imagined Stella's hand on the leash, pulling her along. It was easy after that.

She spent almost all of that night on her knees, pleasuring Stella over and over again, as she berated her for coming back. Finally, after what felt like hours, Stella allowed her to straddle her muscular thigh and grind herself against it until she came. It was humiliating, losing control over herself like that, but she could not stop.

Beverly rutted against Stella's leg for an hour, crying tears of relief as the woman watched her shame with a smirk. It was amazing.

Beverly ground her thighs together just thinking about that night... God, why was she like this? Thinking about this... Filth in church... There was something deeply wrong with her! She was taught better than this. She was better than this! She glanced around to make sure nobody noticed her distraction.

Nobody paid her any mind, with one exception... Gloria was looking at her, as she often did. Concern in her face. She leaned closer and whispered to Beverly from the seat beside her: "Are you alright, dear? You look... Flushed..."

Beverly smiled the best 'I am not dripping wet' smile she got in her and whispered back: "Ahem... I think I may have eaten something that did not agree with me..."

"Oh my! Well... I could drive you home if you need to get out of here... I am sure everybody would understand." Gloria said, a picture of perfect neighbourly kindness.

"Ahem... I'll manage. Don't worry," the Real Beverly managed to say.

Gloria nodded, and turned back to the sermon, thank God. Shame settled over Beverly like a well worn blanket. She had to control herself better! Gloria could never know about any of what she was up to lately. It was better not to give her any... Ideas.

There was a time, soon after Gloria moved into their neighborhood with her husband, that Beverly sensed something from her. A kinship she rarely felt with other women. They became fast friends in no time... Maybe a bit too fast. Maybe a bit too good of a friend, Gloria was, with her meaningful looks, and comfortable touches.

So, Beverly took great care to strangle whatever it was between them in the crib. It did not take much more than a couple of carefully aimed remarks for Gloria to learn to mind herself properly. The hurt in her eyes was almost as beautiful as the one in teenage Stella's. Now, they could be normal friends, without any of those... Unnecessary parts.

And if Gloria sometimes still looked at Beverly with her gorgeous eyes, longing for something more? Well that wasn't Beverly's problem. She had enough of her own.

Like, for example, this... Thing she shared with Stella. Beverly wanted desperately for Stella to understand how much she'd changed since high-school, but it was rather slow going. There were a few precious moments where she saw something in Stella's eyes. Something kind and warm, but it was fleeting.

Their relationship, whatever it could be called, hit a snag. The little matter of Stella hating Beverly's guts... She screamed it with every gesture and look, every second they were together. Not that Beverly blamed her, of course, But she hoped that after five weeks there would be at least some movement in that area. There was not... Their third meeting was even more humiliating than the first.

Stella had Beverly lick her feet for hours as she masturbated; while Beverly was not allowed to touch herself at all. It was maddening. By the end she was a drooling mess, begging Stella to touch her, to no avail.

Her reward for being so obedient? Stella grabbed her by the hair and dragged her outside, before locking her doors behind her. Beverly spent a humiliating half an hour begging Stella to let her back in... She was not. She had to masturbate in her car just to be able to focus enough to drive home, crying bitter tears of humiliation all the while.

It was one of the best and worst nights of her life. Beverly told herself that she would never go back! She did not deserve to be treated like this! She was a god-damned Carpenter and they did not let others walk all over them! Her parents drilled into her the value of power and respect! She would not let them down by allowing herself to be treated like a common whore.

When she came back the following week Stella was surprised to see her again, which Beverly thought silly. She was not going to be deterred this easily. She managed to push her marriage to Adam for twelve years after they stopped having sex. A couple of weeks of humiliation was nothing!

If their first three nights was all about humiliation and pleasure, their fourth was about pain. Stella spanked her ass raw for what felt like hours. She laid Beverly across her lap, her naked ass high in the air, as she whacked her over and over with her strong hand. It hurt in ways Beverly didn't know possible, nothing like when her father hit her!

Delightful pain that drilled into her very core, her whole body trembling with each strike. She tried to remain in control of herself, but it was only so much she could do. Stella made her into a quivering, drooling mess, insulting her all the while.

In between the spanking marathons, Stella would finger her until she screamed. By the end of the night Beverly was sore and tired. Her ass was bruised and pussy rubbed raw, her heart swelling with joy and shame. Stella made her stand in front of her as she examined her work.

"How's your ass dyke?" Stella asked her, as she looked at her red behind.

"It... It's fine," Beverly lied.

Stella laughed hearing that. "You are pathetic Beverly... You know that?"

She knew.

Stella continued: "The fact that you actually came back? After last time? You really want it this bad?"

Beverly could not help but nod. She did, in fact, want it this bad. Whether the 'it' was sex, pain or forgiveness she could not tell. All of the above?

"I am not... Going anywhere Stella..."

"No matter what?"

"No matter what..."

"You... You really should not give me this- this much freedom," Stella said, her voice odd.

"Do... Do whatever you want to me Stella. I don't care..."

Stella did not answer her for a long, long time. Eventually, she nodded and stood up. She spent some time at her desk writing something, while Beverly began dressing herself. By then, she could tell when the evening was growing to a close.

"Here... Do everything I wrote here, or don't come back next week," Stella said, looking oddly giddy as she handed Beverly a densely written note.

Beverly looked down on the piece of paper and flushed red.

"I- I-"

"Do it all... Or don't come back," was all Stella said as she walked to the door and opened them for Beverly.

She did follow all of the instructions to the letter. Every day, for the last seven days. In between bouts of stubborn pride, she prepared herself exactly the way Stella wanted. She ate like she was supposed to and she washed herself... Down there. She even got a douche to... flush everything out that needn't be there this evening.

Beverly risked a peak at her phone again. It was almost one pm. In seven hours, she would be prepared for Stella to... Oh Lord Almighty... She would... Stella would...

In seven hours Stella would put something in her ass.

She shivered even thinking about it. Twin whiney urges fought within her: an urge to think of any way to prevent it. She did not want anything put in her ass! For God's sake! It was entirely unnecessary! That's what perverts do!

The other urge... Was to run to Stella right now and present herself eagerly. Look! I did what I was told! I was good! Reward me! She felt pathetic, that there was a part of her that thought this way... And what's worse it seemed to be winning.

If anybody ever asked her if she wanted to do anal, she would simply and firmly tell them: No! She was not interested, thank you very much! But Stella did not ask her.

Stella told her.

A shuffle of feet broke through to her. Everybody was standing up, getting their coats and purses. The service was over. Beverly considered getting up as well, but she felt weak. Her pussy was drenched and she was certain it would show through her clothes if she stood now.

"Beverly... Are you... Can you stand?" Gloria asked her, her voice odd.

Good old Gloria! Always there to help! Beverly tried to clear her mind, but it wasn't quite working. She looked up at the other woman. Beautiful Gloria, with her long black hair and slender body. An absurd image pushed itself into her mind. What if... Say... She were to get on her knees and eat Gloria out right here in the church? Her mouth watered, just thinking about it.

Something of her thoughts must have shown on her face, judging by Gloria's expression. She flushed as well, her pupils widened. She licked her lips and discreetly glanced around. The other women and their husbands seemed to be busy with themselves. Gloria looked her in the eyes and reached down to grab Beverly's elbow.

"Hey... Beverly. Let's talk outside..." Gloria whispered softly as her hands touched Beverly's.

The contact burned Beverly. She stood up quickly, pushing Gloria back; willing her voice to be calm, as she leaned to whisper into her ear.

"Gloria... You should care to keep your hands to yourself. Least somebody mistakes you for... Something you're not," the Real Beverly savoured the poison dripping from her tongue. The other woman stiffened and looked away. Her hands now safely secured in the pockets of her coat.

"I-I'm sorry."

"No problem..." Beverly smiled. "Just looking out for you dear."

She clutched her purse in front of her crotch as she walked out of the chapel, waving off any friends that tried to approach. She was, oh so very sick right now! Must have been the fish she made last night! Oh dear! When she got back to her car she confirmed that yes, she did in fact soak through her pants.

Well, nevermind that! She had an appointment to prepare for!

***

At precisely eight pm she knocked on Stella's door, feeling beyond herself with excitement and fear. It wasn't just the approaching violation of her behind. There was also the little bundle she clutched to her breast. Her secret weapon.

"Come in!" Stella called from the inside.

Beverly breathed in as opened the doors, trying to summon the grace mother taught her. She did not know why she bothered, knowing where this night would lead, but some habits were very hard to break. She smiled like she was taught, as she entered Stella's office.

An entirely different, more real smile broke through, when she saw Stella lounging on the bed. She was laying on her side, her head propped up on her forearm, looking very comfortable.

The bed! The couch had been pulled out, forming a rather large flat bed covered with dark comfortable looking sheets. It excited Beverly to see it. She liked getting fingered on the carpet as much as the next gal, but she would prefer some comfort.

What excited her less was a large standing mirror in the corner. That was new. Stella noticed her scrutiny of it and grinned a malicious smile. She looked gorgeous as ever. While a part of Beverly would always lament the loss of her Stella's soft curves, the woman before her was as beautiful, if not more so.

She always dressed up for their evenings, as did Beverly. Tonight, Stella wore a tight black high neck top that revealed her strong shoulders in a way that made Beverly feel weak in the knees. Her eyes traveled down, over the exposed toned stomach to the form fitting black pants. Her feet were bare...
Her long hair was pulled up in a tight, high ponytail, revealing her muscular neck. God most certainly knew what he was doing when he made her.

She wore more makeup than usual. Thick eyeliner framed her brown eyes in addition to her usual dark red lipstick. It made Beverly feel better about her secret weapon. If Stella was making an effort, she would not begrudge Beverly... Right?

"Ahem... Good evening Stella... I made something for you!" She said, trying to remember how she smiled normally.

In the last five weeks, Beverly has been utterly unsuccessful in engaging Stella in anything other than shame filled sex. Every single time she tried asking Stella about her life, or telling her about hers she was shut down fast and hard.

Which was all well and good, really. If their roles were reversed, Beverly would probably punch Stella in the face any time she opened her mouth. She was grateful for the other woman's restraint. But still, she wanted to know more about her! So, she decided for a different approach. She balanced the tray on one arm as she unveiled her gift.

"High protein brownies!" She said with a smile.

The only response she got was one of Stella's eyebrows raising.

"Ahem! I researched desserts for athletes and this seemed to be a favourite. They are very high in protein and low in fats and carbs. I made sure to-"

"Did you clean your ass like I told you to?" Stella interrupted her.

Well I guess that was that for the brownies. She set the tray down on Stella's desk, pretending her heart was not breaking.

"Ahem, hello to you too Beverly! How are you doing? Me? I am great! It's called manners, and they won't kill you Stella..." She tried stalling, very nervous all of a sudden.

"Beverly... If I get over there and find your skinny ass not cleaned... I honestly don't know what I will do," Stella purred from her spot on the bed. "But you will regret coming here..."

Oh Lord, her voice... Her voice did things to Beverly. She took a deep breath and turned around, facing Stella.

"Everything is in order..."

Stella spun around and sat on the edge of the bed in the blink of an eye. God, she was fast. Beverly could not hope to move like that, ever. She was so clumsy... When she was a teen she had to practice thrice as hard as all the other cheer-ledears just to keep up. And God, all of the hours of her mother trying to teach her how to walk like a proper woman...

"Really? Come here. Show me," Stella demanded.

Before she could even think about disobeying she was already standing in front of her. She nervously clutched at the fabric of her sundress. The instructions specified she wear something that allowed... Easy access.

"I-"

"What?"

"I'm scared."

Stella looked up at her, something flashing behind her eyes that almost looked like empathy. But it was gone, just as quickly. It must have been Beverly's imagination.

"You know where the doors are..." Stella said, her eyes hard. "Hike your dress up dyke."

Oh Lord, that word again. Beverly felt herself grow wet hearing it. She fought her outrage at being called it, but if the shoe fits... She looked away, as she pulled up the fabric of her dress. It was grey, with a modest neck-line. A lovely, understated feminine thing.

She wore it to church more than once.

Stella hummed happily, when she saw that she was not wearing any panties under her high waisted pale pantyhose. Just as requested. When her hands touched Beverly's thighs she had to stifle a moan. She was not going to start moaning like a whore just from one touch. The hands traveling up her thighs, nails raking along the delicate flesh between her legs, forced her to bite her lip.

She did not know why she insisted on holding onto her dignity every time she visited... But over the course of every week away from Stella a crust of pathetic defiant pride formed over her battered soul. Just for Stella to break it once again.

"Good!" Stella said, as she slapped Beverly's ass, forcing a squeak out of her.

"I... Tried to pick something I thought you would-"

Two strong hands gripped the pantyhose near her crotch and tore it apart, exposing her neatly trimmed pussy to the air.

"Dogs don't talk. Be quiet."

Ah... She was a dog this time... It meant no talking and obeying commands quickly. It ranked at her, as she was not used to being told what to do. She was used to being the one ordering people around... But, there were good parts of being a dog, so she remained quiet.

"Good girl..." Stella murmured, as she kept tearing at Beverly's pantyhose, making a big hole stretching from front to back. "Very good..."

Good doggies get praise. Beverly's cheeks burned. She was almost forty years old and this was what it took to make her feel happy. Jesus Christ... She stood on the points of her white pumps, hoping that Stella would lean in and use her mouth on her. She'd never done so before...

Instead, Stella pushed two fingers inside her without warning. She was already wet enough that it did not hurt, but it jarred her. She could not help but groan.

"Wow... You're this wet, just thinking about getting fucked in the ass?" Stella siad, while pushing her fingers in and out of Beverly.

Beverly bit her lip again, lest she cry out.

"Answer me. Have you been thinking about it?"

"Y-yes..."

"While touching yourself?" Stella increased the speed. Her breath hot on Beverly's clit. God, if she just leaned in...

"Yes! I- I did what you requested!" Beverly moaned.

"Mmmm... Tell me, what did you think about?" Stella purred, as her fingers hit the exact right spot.

Beverly wondered throughout the week why one of Stella's instructions was to masturbate while thinking about anal sex... Her face flushed, remembering all of the scenarios that went through her head. She couldn't- she couldn't say it!

"I- I- Stella please-"

Stella's fingers stopped. Beverly whimpered and pushed her hips out, but Stella did not budge. She simply grinned up at Beverly, enjoying her distress. God, she was so close to coming! She just needed a bit more... A bit more...

"I- You... Your fingers, inside of me... I thought about that..." Bevelry choked out, her cheeks burning.

"Inside where?" Stella said as she slowly, ever so slowly, began moving her fingers again.

"My- My anus."

"How many?"

"One- one at first... Then two." Beverly groaned, enjoying Stella's fingers. "Then- more. I don't know-"

Stella added the third finger and increased the pressure. Her other hand rested on Beverly's stomach, the thumb pressing into her clit. She moaned, unable to control herself.

"Keep talking, or I'll stop," Stella said, her fingers slowing down.

"You- I was on the- the bed, on all fours you- you were behind me!" Beverly hurried to say, in between moans. She was so close now. "You- you praised me- you praised me for being good! For doing it right- Oh God Stella!"

She could barely stand, her legs feeling weak. Her hands, holding up her dress clenched into fists as Stella's fingers teased an orgasm out of her.

"Hmmm... Yeah. You did good... Good girl... You can come now." Stella breathed as she fucked her.

It was all Beverly could do to remain standing as the waves of pleasure flooded through her. She called her a good girl! She tried to not lose it too badly, but there was no hope. Her body did not feel like it belonged to her anymore.

Somehow, she managed to remain standing through it all. When the orgasm ended, she found herself heaving for breath on wobbly legs, her mind blank.

"Hmm... Good. Lay down on the bed, on your stomach." Stella said before removing her fingers.

Beverly nodded and all but collapsed on the bed. It was more than large enough for her and Stella and quite comfortable. She let herself lay there and enjoy the tingling sensation buzzing through body: the remains of the orgasm. She quietly indulged in a fantasy of Stella cuddling up to her.

Stella got up from the bed and walked over to her desk. That God-damned desk always had something awful in store for Beverly... A spike of anxiety pushed through her. She tensed her anus involuntarily, anticipating what was to come.

"Spread your legs," Stella said, as she sat back down onto the bed.

Beverly did as she was told. She jumped when Stella grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up, above her ass. Air tingled on her butt cheeks and the overheated parts between them. Would it hurt? Over the last couple of weeks Beverly learned well how good certain kinds of pain could feel. She was shocked how much she enjoyed it.

But this? This was different! This was- This was-

"Relax, or it will hurt," Stella leaned in and whispered into her ear.

She loved Stella's voice so much. It was so deep and -when she wanted it to be- tender. Beverly wanted to protest, to argue, do literally anything else than to obey... But in the end, she was here for one thing. For Stella to abuse in any delicious way she wanted to... So that maybe, one day, it would be enough to make up for everything Beverly did to her.

Beverly breathed out slowly and forced herself to relax, despite her heart hammering in her chest. Stella settled in next to her, heavy breasts pressing into her side, as she reached her hand back to caress Beverly's thighs. Her fingers were slightly cold, covered in something slippery... Lube! Of course there would be lube!

Stella's fingers made gentle contact with her anus. It was enough to make her whole body tense involuntarily.

"Easy... Easy..." Stella murmured.

The fingers began making gentle circles around her anus. They felt... Nice and cool. Every now and then Stella would prod gently at the opening, before going back to the massage. After a couple of minutes of this, Beverly felt herself truly relax. It did not hurt! In fact it felt quite nice... Stella knew what she was doing.

"Good girl..." The purr in her ear made her shiver. She smiled, feeling happy and taken care of. She knew that it would not last; that Stella had something in store for her... She would cry by the end of the evening, but she enjoyed this moment.

A pretty woman took care of her...

"I will put a finger in, do not tense up."

Beverly tried really hard to obey as Stella's pinky pushed inside of her, but it was impossible. She felt herself grab onto the finger, but to her surprise it did not hurt. The feeling was odd, not quite uncomfortable. Not pleasant, but also not entirely unpleasant.

"Easy girl... Easy..." Stella whispered as she slid the tip of her pinky in and out of Beverly's ass.

She squirmed despite herself, trying to get away from that odd sensation. Stella's finger pushed in deeper, up to the second knuckle, making Beverly whimper. Then it slid out almost entirely, before pushing back in harder, making her groan.

"How does it feel?"

"A-aah- God it's- I don't know!" Beverly answered, her hands gripping at the sheets.

Stella chuckled in her ear, as she pushed in deeper. The pressure on her anus increased, making Beverly clench involuntarily. The feeling of being spread was impossible to ignore! Stella stopped her explorations.

"Relax Beverly... You're doing so good... Relax..."

"I- I'm trying... I am!" She whimpered, feeling ashamed of how little she could control her body when it came to this woman.

Stella's response was to start humming into her ear. A simple gentle melody that relaxed Beverly. The finger pulled out of her butt slowly, teasing another whimper out of her. When it was fully out, Beverly released a heaving sigh... Was this it? That wasn't so bad...

"Good girl... Now try to stay relaxed. I'll put two fingers in..."

Oh Jesus!

They went through the whole process again and again, until Stella could fit her pointer and index finger inside Beverly's ass without causing her to tense up. It took over an hour to get there and it was maddening... It did not hurt, but the fullness she was feeling was excruciating. Every time she tried to squirm away, Stella would press down on her, holding her in place.

She was trapped in an endless session of soft tender torture.

By the time Stella was satisfied with her flexibility, Beverly was a drooling squirming mess. While having her butt fingered never quite began feeling good on its own... What was happening to her vagina was another matter.

She was so aroused it actually hurt. Somewhere between the first and second finger, her pussy began to ache for attention. While Stella had not forbidden her to masturbate, she also did not tell her to do it. Beverly knew better than to do anything without Stella's permission... She did not want to get kicked out again.

So, she waited, enduring the needy ache inside of her. Stella's strong fingers pumped in and out of her ass, her soft voice in her ear, whispering affirmations and insults. And of course, Stella could tell her predicament... Maybe because Beverly was practically humping the mattress.

"Hmm... Getting wet? From getting your ass fingered? My, how obscene... You really are a perverted dyke..." She would coo in her ear. Beverly tried to protest, but... Well...

If the shoe fits...

She was so wet and achy she was going insane... She did not want Stella to know this! She did not want anybody to see her like this! Ever! It was horrible! And yet- and yet-

"Yesss... Please- please..." Beverly moaned.

"Please, what?" Stella said as she drove two fingers to their limit, spreading Beverly farther than she ever had before.

"Please- can- Can I- can I touch myself?" She said, her voice whiny and pathetic. She felt disgusted with herself, for allowing herself to reach such a state from what Stella was doing to her. A needy, wanton whore...

"Hmm..." Stella hummed in her ear again. She increased the pace of her fingers digging into Beverly. She kept at it for what felt like forever, humming a gentle mocking melody into her ear as her fingers abused her behind. Finally she said with a laugh: "Yeah. Why not? Do it dyke."

Whatever dignity she may ever have had was forgotten in the scramble to bring her hands to her pussy. She almost started crying when they got tangled up in her own dress, but she made it in the end; Stella's laughter tickling her ear.

She almost came the second her fingers touched her clit. It was so sensitive that it hurt to the touch, but Beverly did not care. She needed it! She dug her trembling fingers into her pussy as her other hand found her clit, rubbing around in frantic circles. Pain and pleasure shooting through her whole body, from the top of her head to the soles of her feet.

All the while Stella fingered her ass harder and harder, but it felt different now, no longer uncomfortable. The feelings in her clit, vagina and ass tangled up somewhere along the way, forming one delightful mix of pain, pleasure, and fullness. It felt so good.

Beverly clenched her anus, being rewarded with a shot of pleasure through her core. It took her breath away and made her forget herself. She moaned like an animal, heedless of Stella's laughter. She rubbed herself harder as she pushed her hips back, wanting more of Stella's fingers. She ignored the distant part of her raging at the indignity of it. Who cared about her? This was not her time!

Over and over, she impaled herself on Stella's fingers, while she rubbed and fingered herself raw. A sensation she'd never felt before grew around the sensitive nerves of her ass, building up with each move she made. Finally it built to the point where she understood what it was.

The orgasm consumed her.

Her whole body tensed as the feeling in her pussy and ass built until she felt like she'd go mad; before it spilled everywhere inside of her. She clenched down on Stella's fingers hard, which brought on more pleasure, which overflowed through the rest of her, making her clench harder in turn. She held on, waiting for the pleasure to crest and let her go, but it kept building, feeding in on itself, looping through her.

She screamed, trying to get it out, but it was not enough. It was too much! Finally, after an eternity of pleasure and pain, the tide receded, leaving her trembling and crying into the mattress. Her whole body felt like a raw nerve.

"P-please... Stella- please-" She whined, not knowing what she was even begging for.

Fortunately, Stella did. She gently removed her fingers from Beverly. It was not a pleasant feeling, her oversensitive body protesting, but she felt instant relief after. She sighed and relaxed into the mattress.

That was the most intense orgasm she'd ever had... Maybe not the most pleasurable one, but it was the most... Everything.

"Thank you..." She whispered.

Stella said nothing as she laid beside her, her hand gently rubbing circles on Beverly's butt cheek. She was so warm and heavy... She smelled nice, as usual. Beverly breathed in her scent greedily. Her Stella...

"So... You just came from having your ass fingered Dyke..." Beverly whispered into her ear, delight clear in her voice.

Beverly said nothing, not wanting to incriminate herself further.

"You know... Most women hate it. I haven't met many that are into anal... I honestly expected to maybe get my pinky in tonight... But you reacted so well... First time and you're already like this? Jesus Beverly..." Stella whispered into her ear. Her voice full of cruel joy.

"You... You told me to..."

"Yeah... And you loved it."

Beverly once again, chose to plead the fifth.

"Say it. Be honest," Stella said in a tone that meant business.

Be honest? Beverly wanted to laugh. That was not really part of her skillset... But she tried. For Stella, she tried.

"It was... Weird. Unpleasant... At first. Then... It got..." She searched for a word that would not hurt to say: "It was interesting."

Stella said nothing in return. The silence stretched. Beverly could not stand it. "Ahem... Well... It was... Nice. Yes."

"Bitch, you came so hard you almost pissed yourself."

She couldn't really argue with that. Thankfully Stella seemed satisfied with 'nice'. She sighed as she pushed herself up on her arms, making Beverly miss her warm body.

"Well, you did good... Anal slut."

Oh God, no... Dyke, she could take, but not... That! Beverly scrambled for a distraction.

"You did not try the brownies!" She said as she gingerly rolled herself on her side. Her ass felt thoroughly ravished.

Stella did not respond for a while as she walked into the tiny bathroom connected to her office and started washing her hands. When she responded to Beverly, she sounded annoyed.

"I don't eat sweets. I have a diet I stick to..."

Beverly thought that Stella could actually stand to gain a few pounds, and still look gorgeous, but she figured it was not the best thing to say right now. Or ever. Stella would probably actually just kill her if she did.

Thankfully, she anticipated this. "I wrote down all of the ingredients, their ratios and the macros. They should be good for strength training!"

Stella looked surprised, but she hid it quickly. Beverly grinned, as the woman approached the tray, picked up the little note inside of the brownie tray and started reading. When she reached out for one of the brownies, Beverly's heart swelled. She had it up to her lips, ready to try it, when something in her face changed.

Stella's face darkened as she put the brownie back down. Then... Then... Then she took the whole tray and put it in the trash can, next to her desk. Beverly tried to keep the hurt from her face, but it was hard.

I guess that was that for nice Stella. Oh well...

"You know... You have really nice handwriting Beverly... You must have gotten a lot of practice with it..." She said, her voice glacially cold.

Beverly felt her heart drop, as she understood her mistake. She put a lot of work into that note, making it all cute and clear. She made sure to make the penmanship immaculate...

Looks like Stella remembered their 'calligraphy sessions'... After the first time it became a thing she did often. She even practiced her handwriting at home to impress her friends when she wrote on Stella in school.

She wished she could travel back in time and kick that little shit in the cunt.

"I am sorry, Stella," she said and meant it.

"Bend over the desk," was all Stella said in response.

She got up on wobbly legs and did as ordered, bracing herself for what was to come. Nice Stella was great, and she did want to see more of her but... Angry Stella made her excited in a way that she could not explain. She was going to get it now! She almost giggled like a schoolgirl in trouble.

Her dress was hiked up again, more roughly this time. Stella slathered more lube onto her anus, making Beverly squirm. That whole area was rather sensitive right now, but she did not protest. She deserved it, whatever 'it' was going to be.

A drawer opened loudly, making her jump. Stella's fist twisting into her hair forced her to lean back. Something pink thrust into her vision. It was- oh dear...

It was a butt-plug. A cute, small and slender one... But knowing where it was going? It looked enormous.

"This is going up your ass," Stella said into her ear.

"Yes... Thank you," Beverly managed to say.

Stella huffed as she let go of Beverly's hair and pushed her down by her neck. Beverly rested on her forearms and pushed her ass out, presenting it to Stella, her legs still a bit weak from her orgasm, but steady enough.

The butt-plug pressed against her anus without warning, but she managed not to clench down too hard. There were no gentle melodies this time, just steady pressure. To Stella's credit, she stopped and gave Beverly some time every time tightened, but she was not exactly gentle.

There was a moment of almost pain, as the widest part of the plug pushed through into her, but it gave way quickly. It was in. She shivered feeling how it filled her absolutely; how it spread her constantly. It was so different than the fingers! Beverly rubbed her legs together, wincing at the inescapable feeling of fullness. No matter how she moved, the plug was there, teasing her constantly.

She liked the fingers more, but she could get used to this. Her vagina was already growing wet, demanding attention. God, she really could grow to love this... A blush spread on her face at the admission. Why was she like this? She always looked down on all of the perverts and fetishists. Why couldn't they just... Be normal? Now, she asked herself the same question.

Why did she like this so much? Everything that Stella did to her? Why couldn't she just be like other women?

A hand smacked at her right butt cheek, bothering her anus and making her jump. Stella knelt down behind her and was doing... Something. An odd sensation in her butt... Twisting? Something soft tickled her legs!

"Alright... Good. Stand up, raise your arms" Stella demanded.

Beverly did so, shivering at the soft feeling touching the back of her thighs; the plug seeming to shift with every move she made, teasing her. It felt enormous! She knew it was quite small, but its presence dominated her mind. Every single nerve in her body seemed to lead to her ass now. It was maddening.

She wanted to turn around and see what Stella did, but she had to raise her arms. Stella grabbed at the collar of her dress and yanked it up, over Beverly's head. A bunch of fumbling later, and she was standing there in just her underwear... Well her bra and pantyhose.

"Hmm..." Stella hummed as she walked around her. "Yep.. Yep it fits. God damn I am a genius..."

"What?" Beverly tried to look behind her, but couldn't quite manage it, the plug made twisting her body a precarious proposition. There was something there, soft and fluffy but-

"Oh my God..." Stella laughed seeing her spin around. "Jesus Christ Beverly... You are just... Fuck me!"

What?! What was so funny?

Then she realised it, her face flushing crimson. Stella attached a soft fluffy tail to the butt-plug. And Beverly kept spinning in circles trying to catch a glimpse of it. Like a dog.

Stella bent over, her hands on her knees, and laughed in earnest.

"You're going to be the death of me woman!" She wheezed out. At least she didn't sound too mad anymore... She straightened up and stood by the standing mirror, looking stern again. "Alright Come here!"

Beverly made her way over on unsteady legs. Every step rubbed and jolted the plug terribly. She could not make a move without it rubbing... Everything! She almost made it to Stella, before she stopped. One more step and she'd be standing in front of the mirror.

"Beverly..." Stella said, her voice firm.

"Stella... I..."

"Heel!"

Beverly closed her eyes and made the final step. When she felt Stella grab her shoulders and turn her towards the mirror, she closed her eyes tighter. She did not want to see herself like this! The other woman stood close behind her radiating warmth. Stella's fingers burned Beverly when they unhooked the latches on her bra and slid it off easily.

"Beverly... Open your eyes," a warm, firm voice whispered in her ear.

She shook her head, not wanting to see the woman in the mirror.

Her right breast being squeezed roughly made her gasp. The fingers pinched the nipple, hard. She bit her lip, trying not to moan. Another hand tugged gently at the tail, pulling at the butt-plug. The combined sensations made her pussy ache again. God, she was hopeless.

"Do it." Stella said.

Beverly opened her eyes.

A perverted woman looked back at her. She was naked, save for a ripped up pantyhose and white high heeled shoes. A long blonde fluffy tail hung between her spread legs, matching her fair hair.

"See? See how horny you look?" Stella whispered as she kept pulling at the tail rhythmically.

The woman in the mirror bit her lip, as she flushed even deeper crimson. She looked- she looked beside herself with arousal. Her pupils dilated; her eyes almost black. Her makeup was a ruin, the eyeliner smeared all around her eyes, the mascara running almost down to her jawline. The subtle peach lipstick she applied was long gone, smeared somewhere around her chin.

The butt-plug exploded in a delightful ache as Stella pulled at the tail harder. The woman in the mirror arched her back and moaned loudly, obscenely. Beverly looked away, not able to stand to look at that whore anymore... But of course, Stella's strong hand gripped her chin and pushed her head back.

"Look at yourself, Beverly."

She did. There were tears in the woman's eyes now, threatening to spill. Stella let go of her chin, and reached her hand down, to the woman's crotch. Her fingers stopped right above the clit, brushing through her pubic hair, her black nails almost disappearing in the fuzz. The woman in the mirror pushed out her hips, clearly desperate for the touch.

"Do you want my fingers, Dyke?" Stella whispered in her ear. "Look yourself in the eye as you say it..."

"I... Want your fingers Stella..." The mirror woman whispered, her expression full of delight.

"You want my fingers to do what, Dyke?"

"Oh God... I... I want you to... Finger me. Please Stella," the mirror woman moaned, her voice breathy. She pushed her head back, enjoying the feel of Stella's neck pressed against her ear.

Stella chuckled as she reached down and drove two fingers inside of her. Beverly's eye's fluttered shut for a moment, but a strong yank at the tail-plug jolted her.

"Keep your eyes open."

"Y-yes! I am sorry!" She breathed out, her skin on fire.

Between her ass being pulled at, Stella's fingers filling her and the feel of the heavy breasts on Beverly's back, she was in a state of perfect tortured delight. If only the woman in the mirror did not look so... Wanton, she could enjoy herself fully.

A pervert moaned back at her from the mirror, her eyes crazed and lustful. She could see the mirror woman's legs shaking from the strain of trying to stand. If it wasn't for Stella's body pressed against her, she would not be able to hold herself up.

"Look at yourself... Imagine your church ladies seeing you like this..." Stella purred into her ear.

"N-no. Please don't- don't talk about that! Please-" Beverly managed to say in between moans.

"I have an idea! Next Sunday, I take you to your church, your ass and pussy full and make a show of it? Just imagine..." Stella continued, ignoring her cries.

She wasn't serious, was she? Of course she wasn't- this was just more torture, but... But... Beverly could not help but picture it. Being there, a vulgar display for all to see. How disgusted they would be when they saw what she was? Or- or- Would some women look at her the way she looked at them? Would Gloria?

Beverly's legs gave out, but Stella held her up, pumping her fingers in and out of her aching pussy. The pervert in the mirror grinned back at Beverly, as she imagined what Stella would make her do. She would force her to her knees, as all the women watched them! Beverly would have no choice but to eat her out! She would be forced to show them how good she was at eating pussy...

And then... After Stella... She would pleasure other women as well; whoever wanted it! That's what Stella would surely make her do! In the church, on her knees, serving one woman after another, until her lips were bruised, and her throat dry. God, she could see it so clearly!

"Are you close? Dyke? Tell me!"

"Yes! I- I am almost- almost-" Beverly cried, grinding herself into Stella's hand. She felt the orgasm built, once again mixing that wonderful ache with the raw pleasure in ways she could barely endure!

Stella laughed full of dark mirth and she did the worst thing she could do to Beverly at this moment. She stepped away from Beverly, her hands raised in the air.

"NO!" Beverly cried as she fell to her knees. She managed to break her fall with her arms, but her ass still hit the carpet hard, the ache almost making her come.

"Stella! Please! Please, I was so close!" Beverly begged Stella as the woman in the mirror writhed on the floor like a lunatic. She looked so desperate it was almost funny to see.

Behind the woman, Stella knelt down while reaching in her back pocket. She ignored Beverly's cries and calmly produced a... Oh God...

A sharpie.

"No... Please... Stella!" Beverly whimpered, desperately wanting to touch herself, but knowing that doing so would get her kicked out for sure. Instead she ground her ass into the carpet like a dog, chasing any stimulation she could get.

Stella smiled and handed her the sharpie. Beverly took it, obediently. What else could she do?

"Hey... Remember that time you drew on me? The first time... With the pigs?" Stella said, her eyes gleaming.

Beverly nodded, not taking her eyes off of the mirror. Stella shuffled closer to her, almost embracing her again. Beverly wanted to feel her warmth again so badly she would do anything in that moment.

"You should practice your penmanship some more..."

Beverly felt the tears gathering at the corners of her eyes breaking apart, and spilling onto her cheeks. God, she needed to come so badly... She took off the marker cap with trembling hands.

"W-what do you want me to-"

"How about something simple... Let's start with 'DOG' on your chest..." Stella whispered into her ear.

The woman in the mirror looked insane, as she held the sharpie to just above her left breast. She smiled as it made contact with HER overheated skin; the fumes tickling her nose, so familiar. How could Stella stand her doing this to her? The mirror woman laughed, bitterly as she wrote DOG in nice big letters.

The instant she was done, Stella's hands were on her again, teasing her clit. She leaned down, and brushed Beverly's ear with her lips. "Good girl... Keep going... Now 'Bitch'..."

Stella's fingers felt like magic on her aching clit, as her other hand wandered back down to her ass and began to push and pull at the plug in a gentle steady rhythm. Beverly put the sharpie to the sensitive skin above her right breast and wrote. Despite best efforts BITCH came out skewed; Stella's hands distracting her terribly.

"Perfect... You're really good at this Beverly..." Stella praised her, making Beverly's heart do a flip, the pathetic worm that she was. "Now... 'CUNT'." She continued as her fingers picked up speed.

Beverly felt her orgasm build as she did what she was told; writing the vile word just below her left collar bone. The sight of it there should have ranked at her, but Stella's fingers made her forget her pride. This Beverly did not care about silly things like pride. She moaned as she wrote WHORE, mirroring CUNT.

"Good girl... Keep going. You know what to write..." Stella whispered as she drove her fingers into Beverly.

The orgasm found her a few words later. In between BULLY and LIAR. It hurt in a most wonderful way, like nothing ever did before. She screamed all the way through it, unable to keep it in. When she finished, Stella held her gently and murmured praise into her ear.

Stella wasn't done with her of course, nothing was ever this easy between them. Between the orgasms she lost track of all of the words she scrawled on herself. They started out neat and orderly, but by the end... Some were nearly illegible. Nearly.

She really was very good with her penmanship.

"Open your eyes doggie... Look at yourself" Stella whispered to her, after her last orgasm she was allowed some time to rest. She was tired... She came so much. But she obeyed, like a good doggie that she was.

The woman in the mirror was crying, but she looked happy. Her face was the most relaxed Beverly had ever seen her, despite the tears. She laid on the floor, leaning back into Stella. Her Stella... Who looked awed as she beheld their work. The woman's chest, belly and upper arms were covered in wiring.

BITCH, DOG, WHORE, CUNT, LESBO and of course DYKE were repeated many times.

A tiny little compartment of Beverly's heart was full of love for these words, the way they fit on her skin. The way they belonged there.

"Do you like it?" Beverly asked.

Stella grinned, looking... More relaxed than before. Something having lifted off of her somewhere along the way. Beverly smiled seeing it.

"Yeah... I can't believe how well you did... And you even wrote some of it mirrored... That's crazy."

"I... Learned that in high-school..."

"Hmm... Good job. That was really... Good job," Stella said, looking happy. They stayed like that, for a while, Stella's eyes roaming over Beverly's body... While Beverly just enjoyed looking at Stella.

Her Stella.

It ended when Stella gently pushed her away and stood up. Beverly sighed inwardly, thinking that the evening was over. When Stella slid her pants down her hips, revealing her wet pussy Beverly's mouth watered.

"Alright Beverly... You've been a good girl tonight..." She said, as she sat on the edge of the bed, her pants and underwear around her ankles. "Come here and get your reward."

And she did. Her mouth was tired and bruised by the time Stella was done with her. It was heaven.

***

It was late at night by the time they were finished. Taking the plug out was an adventure in and of itself, but Nice Stella was there to guide her through it.

Stella laid back on the bed, naked and satisfied, watching Beverly dress herself. She was so thoroughly fucked that she actually forgot about the writing on her skin. She noticed it with a jolt after she already put her dress back on.

"Uhm... Stella, I am going to have to wash up-"

"No. You will keep the writing on."

Beverly's mind stopped for a brief second, not sure if she understood what Stella just said.

"What? That's- no."

"Keep it for the whole week, or don't come back," Stella said, looking rather evil.

Beverly laughed. Stella didn't. Oh my God, she was not joking.

"I- no. I can't- I- Stella!"

"What? Wear a turtleneck. I know you have those."

"Stella! I can't! I- I have a life! I can't have this- this- Somebody will see! Please, be reasonable-"

"I had a life in high-school... I managed it. You can too," Stella said simply. Something hard in her voice. Something sad.

Beverly almost snapped back at her, but she stopped herself. How did Stella manage it? For months? And why hasn't she ever thought about it before? All the years of regret and she never really considered that. It made her ashamed all over again.

"I- I will have to wash myself... It will come off."

"Then you will re-apply it."

Beverly fought with herself for a while. The Real Beverly screamed at her, to just walk away. You don't need this! Find yourself a different woman if you absolutely have to, but you don't need this humiliation! You are almost forty years old! For God's sake woman! Have some respect!

If she absolutely needed to be... Like this, then why not just be with Gloria?! Gloria was smart and discrete. If Beverly approached her she would do anything asked of her. Gloria would worship the ground she walked on! It would be so easy with Gloria...

It would not hurt with Gloria.

"Will it... Make you happy?" She heard herself say

Stella considered her question for a moment. She looked serious when she answered. "Yeah..."

"Then... I'll do it," Beverly whispered, feeling exhausted.

Stella sat up on the bed, her face betraying her surprise. Did she really not expect her to agree? Beverly smiled ruefully.

"Whatever it takes... I told you."

The other woman looked at her silently for a while; indescribable emotions playing behind her eyes. Then, she simply nodded before leaving the room. She came back in shortly with a zip up long sleeved hoodie.

Beverly accepted it silently, and left. There wasn't much else to say.

***

Driving back, the Real Beverly decided to wash off the hateful filth off of her body the second she got back into her house!

She was never going back to see Stella again. Enough was enough! She would give Gloria a call and start laying groundwork for some sort of secret affair with the woman. She would handle this like a fucking Carpenter!

The Other Beverly just laughed.

***

Beverly Carpenter had a problem. A tiny one, really.

It was the morning after her evening with Stella. She was brushing her teeth as she watched her naked body in the mirror. Angry black letters scrawled all over her chest and arms screaming things she already knew.

The morning light spilled through the window. She could hear her daughter making noise downstairs. A car drove by outside, its muffler apparently broken. Birds sang their joy to the world.

Beverly spat the toothpaste out, never taking her eyes off of herself; her butt complaining from the movement. It was a bit sore, but not too bad.

She stared into the mirror, trying to remember how all the various bruised parts of her were supposed to fit together. She tried to put on her Real smile, but... It looked off.

A creak outside let her know that her daughter was walking up the stairs. She should probably figure this out soon, she thought as she re-read the words written across her body.

Which Beverly was she supposed to be right now? The Real one wouldn't ever stand for anything this vile marring her body. But... The Other one... She should be back in her hidey hole by now. And yet... The letters were still there.

She took great care while showering not to wash them off. Then she re-applied any that were paling. Thankfully it was a permanent marker, so they kept pretty well.

"Mom, can you give me a lift to the Uni? Something's up with my car," her daughter called from behind the door. Beverly glanced aside, confirming that it was latched tight.

"Of course... I should be out in... A couple of minutes," she responded, wondering how she sounded. She couldn't tell.

"Great! Also... Your turtles are being weird."

"That's just how they show their love. Don't worry."

"Cool... Cool... I'll go make coffee."

The footsteps retreated, leaving her alone again. But which, 'her' was it? The letters were still there.

DYKE, WHORE, BULLY, CUNT, BITCH, LESBO and so on.

Six days until she would see Stella again.

She could hardly wait.

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I really, really enjoyed writing Beverly's mind! As it turns out she's far crazier than I thought when writing chapter 1. I hope you enjoyed it!

Next chapter the gals are going out on the town!