Anna felt the mental pull of whatever made her Anna loosen and then seemingly free. She had been raped Heather using a dildo. Now she felt like she was in charge again, she started to pose in the mirror. Her breasts seemed bigger, although her bra remained the same, her face seemed to shine with youth. Her cleft chin looking not cute, not pretty but womanly.
Her hair had a shine to it that was that of a classic Russian beauty. Her previous poses had been over the top, trying to hard. Now she moved with a feline grace, working her 14 year old body like a supermodel who owned the catwalk, the designer and the whole building she was modelling in. She could see a future with black hair as a model and businesswoman. More than her peasant mother ever achieved but she knew that she was something else.
A predator who dominated women by playing to their greatest hopes or fears, sometimes both. When Ben had gotten Ms B and Sofia pregnant he had absorbed their sexual experiences. Sofia was straight but Ms B had been a lesbian when she was younger. Heather was leaving, wearing ripped jeans and a yellow crop top. The experience had left her confused too...she was wearing a fishnet bodysuit that ran under her ripped jeans and covered every part of her flesh save her arms and face.
As she was leaving the evil resolve Olga had put into her had melted like ice in the desert. She was now a series of confused sexual experiences. Pound for pound she was taller than Anna, more striking with her fiery red hair and B cup breasts. But she had been broken mentally, she was confused sexually speaking. Seduced into a bigger role that started with a teen's crush on his teacher.
Anna intercepted Heather as she was leaving the change rooms. She rocked back her breasts bouncing within the fishnet and her crop top.
The Russian stood there in a skin toned bodysuit that she had found in the adult lingerie set.
"Leaving me alone?" asked Anna.
Circling her friend and rival like a shark around a wounded seal.
Heather shrank in the face of this sudden power coming off her friend like radiation from a nuclear explosion. She was afraid and yet her nipples hardened and she grew moist between her legs. Anna struck, grabbing Heather by the belt and smashing her mouth against the taller girl's. Her tongue slipped into Heather's mouth as her hands picked her up by her ass cheeks and slammed her into the wall with a strength Anna shouldn't have.
Anna started to unbuckle Heather jeans and gravity helped them slip to the ground as Anna's hands slipped under Heather's crop top and found her nipples. She tweaked and massaged her nipples, working them like dials on an old radio. Each movement making Heather try to moan but her sounds were trapped in her mouth and Anna's. Anna keeping her entrapped in a bind of pleasure.
Heather's top was lifted over her breasts exposing them in all their glory to the her eyes as Anna attacked Heather's pussy with her full lips and tongue and experience. Heather started to buckle as her first orgasm, not of hatred or of sadistic revenge but pleasure, racked her body. She gave a strangled cry as the first wave of bliss hit her then moaned loudly as Anna kept going.
Olga, weakened by her mental reversion to a half pregnant Sofia, felt the orgasms to and both started to reach their climax at the same time:
Heather: "Uh...God...fuck...shit...shit...oh ANNA!"
Olga/Sofia: "Uh...God...fuck...shit...shit...oh ANNA!"
Both women were hit with their climax at the same time, Olga as a mother of three and Sofia having had sex when she was fifteen, now nineteen, endured it with more control. Rolling off the couch wheres Heather collapsed to the floor smashing her head on the nearby bench seat. A dull crack coming from Heather's head as her eyes lolled around in her head with one pupil fully dilated and the other narrowed against the light.
Anna took a wet towelette and wiped over the areas where she had touched Heather removing as much forensic evidence as possible. Anna had lined up the accident worthy of the CIA, Olga felt Heather suffer a terrible loss of control, like an EKG going flat-line suddenly and reached into her glory box to find her grandfather's Russian WW2 pistol...just like Ms B Sofia realized that Ben could only controlled by bullet to the head...