Fate retreated to the spare bedroom, seeking solitude and refuge from the tumultuous revelations. She closed her eyes, taking a moment to center herself. The room was quiet, save for the gentle hum of the city outside. She walked over to the small altar she had set up in the corner, adorned with candles, offerings, and symbols sacred to her beliefs.
Kneeling before it, she whispered a prayer, calling out to the loa, the spirits that guided and protected her. She lit a white candle, its flame flickering warmly, and placed a small bowl of rum and a cigar beside it as offerings.
“Papa Legba,” she began, her voice steady and reverent, “open the gate for me. Allow me to commune with the spirits and seek their guidance.”
The air grew still, and Fate felt a presence enveloping her, comforting and familiar. She continued her invocation, speaking to the loa with a deep sense of respect and devotion.
“Baron Samedi, Maman Brigitte, hear me. I seek your wisdom and strength for the trials ahead. Guide me, protect me, help me find the path that will keep my spirit intact.”
Fate paused, feeling the weight of her next request. “And please, show me the way in choosing my target. Help me understand who it should be and why.”
As the flame from the candle danced and flickered, Fate felt a shift in the atmosphere. A vision began to form in her mind, a vivid image of a child, bald and fragile, sitting in a wheelchair. The child’s eyes were full of sadness, yet there was a glimmer of hope within them. There is a window behind the child. Through the window, a sign with the words “All Nude” is visible.
Papa Legba’s voice echoed softly in her mind, “This child is your target. Their suffering is immense, but your actions will bring about a change that is necessary. Trust in the vision I have imparted.”
Rising from her knees, Fate extinguished the candle and took a deep breath. She was ready, bolstered by the power of her ancestors and the spirits that watched over her. With one last glance at the altar, she turned to face the challenges awaiting her, determined to prevail.
Fate walks back into the kitchen. Sliding her gun into a leg-holster under her dress, she calls to Lea to grab the petrol. Her movements were precise, her mind no longer clouded with doubt. The kitchen was dimly lit, shadows dancing on the walls as the glow from the streetlights outside filtered through the curtains.
“Lea, we need to move quickly,” Fate urged, her voice carrying an undertone of urgency. “This isn’t going to be easy, but we must trust in the vision and the guidance we’ve received.”
Lea, already prepared for action, nodded and retrieved the canister of petrol from a cupboard. Her eyes met Fate’s, and there was a shared understanding between them—an unspoken bond that had been forged through countless trials and tribulations.
“We’ll make it through this,” Lea assured, her grip firm on the canister.
Fate offered a small, resolute smile. “I know we will. The spirits have shown us the way.”
With a final, determined glance around the kitchen, Fate continued, “We need to get an Uber to the highway by the airport to find a strip joint. Time is of the essence.”
As they made their way towards the door, Lea hesitated, turning to Fate with a puzzled expression. “Why do you want to burn down a strip joint?” she asked.
Fate’s eyes hardened with resolve. “Some kid with cancer is nearby,” she explained. “He will be immolated as an offering to the loa.”
Just before stepping out, Lea touched Fate’s arm gently. “Do you still believe what I told you last night?” she asked, her voice soft and searching.
Fate paused, a tear spilling from her eye as she turned to Lea. She mouthed the words, “I know,” with a conviction that spoke volumes.
They stepped out into the night, the cool air wrapping around them as they waited for the Uber. When the car arrived, the driver eyed the canister of petrol warily. “I can’t transport five gallons of gasoline,” he objected, his tone firm.
Fate, ever the diplomat, promised, “Neither of us will smoke. We just need to get to our destination safely.”
The driver frowned. “You can’t smoke in here in the first place. And what happens if we get pulled over by the police?”
Lea shrugged nonchalantly. “There’s nothing illegal about gasoline,” she pointed out.
The driver, still hesitant, glanced between the two women and the canister before finally nodding. “Alright, get in. But no funny business.”
As they settled into the backseat, Fate leaned forward with a determined smile. “There’s an extra hundred in it for you if you can find a strip joint that advertises all nude dancers off the highway leading to the airport,” she said, her voice unwavering.
The driver struggled to hide his amusement, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “All nude dancers, huh?” he repeated, shaking his head slightly. He glanced back at Fate and Lea, then sighed with a mixture of resignation and curiosity. “Alright, you got yourselves a deal. But I better not get into any trouble for this.”
Fate nodded, her eyes gleaming with gratitude. “Thank you. They have to advertise that on their sign. We won’t cause any trouble, I promise.”
As the car pulled away from the curb, Fate turned to the driver, her curiosity piqued. “Do you know anything about a bald boy in a wheelchair?” she asked, her voice tentative.
The driver’s eyes flicked up to the rearview mirror, his brow furrowing. “You mean cancer boy?” he said, a hint of sadness in his voice. “Yeah, my son fights for cancer boy. At least, he says he does.”
Fate leaned forward, her interest deepening. “What do you mean by that?”
The driver sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. “He claims he fights for cancer boy in his heart, but he knows that until he strokes out a check, gives part of himself, or beats someone bloody, he’s not really fighting for cancer boy.”
Fate nodded slowly, absorbing the weight of his words. “Thank you for the information,” she said quietly, a bit stunned by the driver’s candor. She fell silent, lost in her thoughts as the car continued its journey towards their destination.
Lea glanced at the driver, her curiosity mirroring Fate’s. “Where can we find cancer boy?” she asked, her voice steady but filled with urgency.
The driver’s eyes met hers in the rearview mirror, his expression serious. “He’s in Knoxville,” he replied.
“Tennessee?” Lea asked, raising an eyebrow. “Is there another one, say in the Pacific Northwest?”
The driver shook his head, a faint smile playing on his lips. “No, there’s only one cancer boy. He lives in a rundown apartment off the highway that leads to the airport.”
“My destiny,” Fate moaned softly, her eyes distant.
Lea pulled out her phone, searching for any information that could help them. Her face lit up with a mix of surprise and excitement as she found something. “There’s a tourist train that runs to Grand Junction,” she announced. “It’s done up like Old West trains but with modern amenities. Sleeper cars, dining cars, casino cars.”
Fate’s eyes twinkled with intrigue. “Do people in Tennessee still use Preparation H?” she asked, her tone half-serious, half-joking.
The driver chuckled softly, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t know, ma’am. But if you’re looking for a unique experience, that train ride sounds like a good start.”
Fate suddenly leaned forward, her eyes fixed on the passing scenery. “I need to push off,” she said abruptly, her voice tinged with urgency.
Lea turned to her, a look of shock crossing her face. “Push off? You mean…heroin?”
Fate shook her head vigorously. “No, no. I gave that up years ago, about the same time I stopped fucking my biological father,” she reassured, though there was a hint of lingering desire in her eyes. “It’s just a craving. Nothing more.”
“Why?”
“Is that a serious question? He had eight and went for at least twenty. I couldn’t do math in my head for three years. The heroin was primo shit too.”
The driver glanced back at them, eyebrows raised in curiosity. “So, what’s the plan now?” he inquired, his tone light but probing.
Lea took a deep breath, her mind racing. “We take that tourist train to Grand Junction,” she decided. “It’s our best shot to get some answers and maybe even some peace.”
She quickly pulled out her phone again and booked two tickets for the next Monday. Turning to the driver, she requested, “Could you turn around and take us home, please?”
The driver nodded and began maneuvering the car. Fate glanced at him with a curious look. “Must feel like a bit of a loser, driving an Uber at your age, huh?”
The driver let out a soft sigh, his eyes focused on the road. “Had some unexpected misfortune. Life throws you a few curve balls, you know? I like to keep my eye on God and follow the golden rule.”
Fate’s expression shifted, a smirk playing on her lips. She slowly drew a gun from her leg holster, the metal gleaming under the car’s dim light. “Indeed,” she said softly, her voice carrying a dangerous edge. “She who has the nickel plating makes the rules.”
Fate’s gaze hardened as she looked at the driver. “Now, count backward from one hundred by sevens,” she ordered, her tone leaving no room for defiance.
The driver raised an eyebrow, a faint chuckle escaping his lips. “You know, that’s a field test for a stroke,” he remarked, trying to mask his unease.
Fate readjusted her grip on the gun, allowing it to audibly wobble in her palm. “I don’t give a damn about medical tests,” she retorted, her voice low and menacing. “Just do it.”
As the driver hesitated, Fate took the lid off a gas canister she had hidden beside her and tossed it into the front seat. The pungent smell of gasoline quickly filled the car, adding a tangible threat to her already dangerous words. “Now,” she commanded, her eyes blazing with intensity. “Count backward from one hundred by sevens, or things are going to get a lot worse for you.”
“What are you going to do? Kill me? Everybody dies.”
Fate’s expression softened slightly, a twisted sort of consolation in her eyes. “At least you’ll go up in a blaze of glory,” she said, almost empathetically. She reached into her jacket and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with a flick of her lighter. The flame danced momentarily before she tossed the lighter onto the seat beside her.
In one swift motion, Fate pulled the parking brake, causing the car to screech to a halt. “Lea, now!” she barked.
Lea didn’t need to be told twice. Both women flung open their doors and dived out, hitting the pavement hard but scrambling to their feet instantly. Fate took one last drag of her cigarette before tossing it into the growing pool of gasoline.
The spark ignited the fuel, and a roaring flame engulfed the car in seconds. Fate and Lea ran, not looking back, as the explosion lit up the night sky behind them.
The explosion’s heat radiated against their backs, but neither woman paused. They reached the edge of the alley, ducking behind a stack of crates to catch their breath. Fate glanced at Lea, a wild gleam in her eyes. “I’ve never been so turned on in my life,” she muttered, a twisted grin spreading across her face.
Lea pushed Fate up on he edge of a crate and felt beneath her dress, felt her panties and garter belts. She ripped the lace of the panties and slid two fingers into her, jacking her off quickly, disregarding Fate’s winces. “You’re gonna lick me,” she said, kicked off her own shoes, and began struggling with her mocha leathers. Fate launched off the crate and tackled her.
“Later, baby. Make me cum.” She straddled Lea’s navel and smeared he pussy around upon it till she soaked her sweater. “Thank you, Baby,” she said sweetly and lowered her head to Lea’s belly button, eating it eagerly. Lea only screamed. And screamed. Fate kissed her. “I’d like tea.”
After waiting forty-five minutes for the bus, Fate and Lea finally managed to board, their clothes slightly singed and disheveled from the night’s dramatic events. The bus was nearly empty, save for a few tired souls who barely glanced their way.
They settled into a seat near the back, the adrenaline slowly leaving their systems, leaving a strange mixture of exhaustion and exhilaration in its wake. Fate leaned her head against the window, watching the darkened city streets blur past. Lea, beside her, was lost in thought, her fingers idly tracing the pattern on the seat in front of her.
The silence between them was not uncomfortable; it was the silence of shared experiences and mutual understanding. As the bus rumbled on, they exchanged glances, each knowing the significance of what they had just escaped.
Fate broke the silence first. “We need to be more careful,” she said, her voice low but firm. “That was too close.”
Lea nodded, her eyes reflecting the seriousness of Fate’s words. “I know,” she replied. “But we did it. We’re still here.”
They both knew that their lives would not return to normal anytime soon. The path they had chosen was perilous, but they were committed to it, come what may.
As the bus approached their stop, they gathered themselves, preparing to face whatever awaited them next. They stepped off into the cool night air, the events of the evening still fresh in their minds but already feeling like part of a distant past.
Together, they walked the final stretch to Lea’s house, knowing that their bond had been strengthened by fire and that their journey was far from over.
Once they arrived at Lea’s house, they were greeted by the stillness of the early morning. The air was filled with a sense of possibility, tinged with the echoes of their recent escape. Lea led Fate into the kitchen, her movements deliberate and filled with purpose.
“Sit down,” Lea said softly, guiding Fate to a chair. She moved to the cupboard, retrieving a small, ornate box that seemed to glimmer in the dim light. From it, she took out a delicate sachet of tea leaves, placing them carefully in a teapot.
As the water boiled, Lea’s mind was a maelstrom of thoughts. She knew the power of this particular blend of tea—its ability to uncover truths and strip away facades. It was a risk, but one she felt compelled to take.
Once the tea was ready, she poured it into two cups, the fragrance filling the room with an almost otherworldly aroma. She carried the cups to the table, placing one in front of Fate before taking her own seat.
Fate looked at the cup, then back at Lea, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “Will you drink with me?” she asked, her voice carrying a hint of challenge.
Lea hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Yes, Fate, I will.” They raised their cups in unison, the significance of the moment hanging heavily in the air.
They sipped their tea, the silence between them thick with unspoken words. Fate finally broke it, her eyes piercing into Lea’s. “Why do you want to possess me, Lea?” she asked, her voice soft yet unyielding.
Lea took a deep breath, her fingers tightening around the teacup. “It’s not about the illusion of possession,” she began, choosing her words carefully. “Control is not an illusion, Fate. Possession is real, and it is powerful. For someone driven by such urges, the idea of possessing you fills a void within me, a void that otherwise remains achingly empty.”
She paused, looking into Fate’s eyes, seeking understanding. “True connection, real intimacy, doesn’t come from denying possession. It comes from acknowledging the power it brings, knowing that through possession, we find a deeper bond, built on trust, respect, and mutual understanding.”
Fate nodded slowly, her expression thoughtful. “I see,” she murmured. “And you, Lea? Where do you stand in all of this?”
Lea’s eyes softened, and she reached across the table, her hand covering Fate’s. “I’m learning,” she admitted. “I’m learning that love and possession are not the same. I’m learning to let go of the need to possess, to simply be and allow you to be. It’s a journey, but one I’m willing to take, for both of our sakes.”
Fate’s expression then grew more intense, her eyes locking onto Lea’s with profound sincerity. “In truth, Lea, you possess me more fully than anyone ever has. Your presence in my life fills spaces I never knew were empty. Your understanding and respect consume me entirely. Never doubt that we are bound by something far stronger than mere possession.”
She paused for a moment, her voice softening. “Your possession of me is not an illusion, Lea. Nor is the control and ownership you wield over my heart, mind, body, and soul. This is a reality that is built on trust, love, and mutual respect. This is the kind of possession that endures, the kind that truly matters.”
Lea’s eyes moistened, overwhelmed by the depth of Fate’s words. She knew in that moment that their bond was unbreakable, forged in honesty and mutual devotion. “I promise to honor this connection, Fate. To cherish every part of you that you have given me.”
Fate leaned in closer, her curiosity piqued. “Lea, if possession is such a potent force for you, why do you think I welcome it? What is it that you see in me that makes you believe I would be open to such a connection?”
Lea looked deeply into Fate’s eyes, the weight of the moment pressing upon her. “I think you welcome it because you crave the same depth of connection that I do,” she said slowly. “You understand that true possession, the kind we speak of, isn’t about control or dominance. It’s about a profound sharing of ourselves, an intertwining of our very souls.”
She paused, gathering her thoughts. “You see, Fate, you are someone who values authenticity and vulnerability. You recognize that allowing yourself to be ‘possessed’ in this way means opening yourself up completely, with no reservations, no walls. And in doing so, you find a deeper sense of belonging, a sense of being truly seen and understood.”
Fate’s eyes reflected a deep understanding. “Yes,” she whispered, “I do seek that kind of connection. It’s rare, but with you, it feels natural, as if our spirits were always meant to intertwine in this way.”
Lea nodded, her heart swelling with emotion. “And that is why our relationship is unique, Fate. Because we both embrace this idea, not as a means to control or to be controlled, but as a way to honor each other fully, to celebrate the bond that we share.”
Fate smiled, her eyes glistening. “I welcome it, Lea, because with you, possession is not a cage, but a sanctuary. It’s where I feel most alive, most understood, and most loved.”
Lea took a deep breath, her voice trembling with emotion. “Fate, I need you to know that you have never desired another person as much as you desire me. You have never found happiness as profound as the happiness we share. For you, love does not exist without me.”
Fate’s gaze turned introspective, a shadow crossing her features. “Lea,” she began, her voice filled with a quiet intensity, “a part of my soul died within you. It was not a death that brought sorrow, but a transformation that brought meaning. That part of me that I lost, it found new life in you. It is through this loss and rebirth that our bond has become something far greater than I ever imagined.”
As they broke the kiss, both breathed, “You’re perfect.”
With the tea empty, Lea fetched a bottle as Fate lit a fire in the hearth before the enormous sheepskin rug. Fate tugged off her clothing and Lea returned and did the same. “There is a perfection in us that we sing to each other that I cannot hear when we’re separate.” She laid down whiskey, lemon juice, and honey along with two large coffee cups. “You will forget the rest of tonight when you wake up but remember the truth wordlessly within you. Now you.” Fate repeated the same words. “So what is perfect in us?” Lea asked. “Our love?”
“Let me show you, beautiful,” said Fate, opening her arms.
Lea moved closer, feeling the warmth of the fire and the heat of their shared connection. As their bodies pressed together, the world outside faded away, leaving only the sanctuary they had built with their love. In that moment, everything else ceased to matter. It was just them, entwined in a perfection that transcended time and space.
“Tell me who I am,” asked Fate, her voice a whisper that seemed to echo in the quiet room.
Lea looked deeply into Fate’s eyes, her expression thoughtful. “What do you want to be?” she asked softly.
Fate smiled, her eyes shimmering with a tender light. “I want to be a mirror of your desires, to shine them back at you so that all you desire is me,” she replied, her words carrying the weight of her longing and the depth of her love.
Lea’s heart swelled with emotion, understanding the profound connection that bound them together. “Then you are everything I have ever wanted, Fate. You are the embodiment of my deepest desires, the reflection of my soul.”
Their embrace tightened, and in that moment, they knew that their bond was unbreakable, a timeless connection that would forever bind their hearts and souls.
“So you want to be what I desire and not the fulfillment of my desire?” Lea asked, hurt.
Fate’s eyes softened, and she gently cupped Lea’s face in her hands. “But then I become the fulfillment of what you desire because I am yours,” she said with a reassuring smile.
Lea pondered Fate’s words, feeling a wave of understanding wash over her. The complexity of their love was a beautiful paradox, a dance of giving and receiving, of being and becoming. “I see now,” Lea whispered, her voice filled with newfound clarity. “You are both the mirror and the reflection, the desire and its fulfillment.”
Fate nodded, her heart swelling with love. “Exactly, my love. We are each other’s everything, and together, we create a perfection that neither of us could ever achieve alone.”
Their lips met once more, sealing their bond with a kiss that spoke of promises, dreams, and an unyielding devotion. In that embrace, they found the peace they had always sought, knowing that their love was an eternal flame, burning brightly in the sanctuary of their hearts.
“You’re going to eat my pussy now,” said Lea.
“Of course, Love.” Fate finished her mug of tea. “Tell me what a good pussy licker I am.”
Lea hummed contentedly. “Oh, Fate. I love the way you tongue my pussy. You’re absolutely the best pussy eater in the world. Your fucking . . . . Oh my God. Your fucking tongue is so right there. Baby!! I can’t imagine being eaten better than this. This best, Baby. The Best. You are abosulutely the best clit-swapping, tongue fucking, pussy-licking dynamo I could ever have dreamed of having. Taste me!!! Taste me!!! My ambrosia will answer your every prayer.”
Fate fervently licked at Lea’s hold, gasping, hyperventilating. Nothing mattered to her. With the taste of Lea’s pussy, she had all she had ever wanted, all that she ever did want, and all that she could ever want. It was heaven. It was everything.
Lea’s hands were in Fates hair, riding her face from beneath. “You fucking maestro. Eat me. Eat me like only you can, you fucking goddess of sucking every drop of the ambrosia you earned from me with your wicked, otherworldly tongue. Cumminng really good this time!!!”
Fate mindlessly continued to lick Lea for a long time, lost in the haze of sublime forever everything. Eventually, Lea shimmied away and Fate rolled onto her side. Lea scampered off into her bedroom and returned with a dildo. She lay behind Fate. “You’ve never been so horny in your life. Your body begs of for dick. You mind screams for it.” She roughly worked the dildo into Fate and set a fast, thrusting pace. “Your cumming and cumming. You can help but want more. It’s everything. The dick inside you is absolutely everything. You love cock.” Fate whimpered against a bit lip, eyes tightly shut. “Cum and cum and tell me you know you only want it from me.”
“I’ll only want it from you, Goddess,” Fate whined.
Lea leaned in close, her breath whispering against Fate’s ear. “Remember, my love, I possess your heart. Every beat, every longing, every desire belongs to me. I own your body, mind, and soul.”
Fate’s heart swelled with the truth of Lea’s words, her body responding with an even more fervent intensity. “You are my Mistress. I am your plaything. You are my mistress. I am your plaything.” Fate was spent and sweaty a half hour later when Mistress Lea finally stopped.
Lea hovered over her. “Taste my pussy again, plaything. Remember what my nectar means to you. Coax a good bit. Good girl. You really are an object tonight, plaything.”
Lea leaned in close, her breath whispering against Fate’s ear. “Remember, my love, I possess your heart. Every beat, every longing, every desire belongs to me. I own your body, mind, and soul. You will always be loved as long as you remember what you are to me and understand that you want it this way.”
Fate’s gaze turned introspective, a shadow crossing her features. “Lea,” she began, her voice filled with a quiet intensity, “a part of my soul died within you. It was not a death that brought sorrow, but a transformation that brought meaning. That part of me that I lost, it found new life in you. It is through this loss and rebirth that our bond has become something far greater than I ever imagined. Have you ever felt such love?”
“I never dreamed of such love.” Mistress Lea rolled Fate over and began to nurse.
“I am utterly yours,” Fate said.
