My Best Friend's Girlfriend Ch. 16

"You are Sleeping Sarah," says the woman.

You nod.

"Are you a slut of a goddess?" asks the woman.

"A slut."

"All women are sluts," muses the woman. "Does Waking Sarah know?"

"No."

"Hmmm," says the woman. "Tell me, Sleeping Sarah, do you find women attractive?"

"Yes."

"Do you find me attractive?"

"Yes."

"Do you like what I did to June?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me to do that to you?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to fuck Maria?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to fuck me?"

You hesitate and chew your lip. "No."

"You cannot lie to me."

"I want you to fuck me. I want to be on my knees with your cunt in my mouth. I want to bend and break before you. I want to be fucked by you."

She smiles. "You're a sexual creature."

"Yes."

"But Waking Sarah does not know."

"No."

"Sleeping Sarah is sexual."

"Yes."

"Waking Sarah has blocked all that sexual energy."

"Yes."

"It needs to be released."

"Yes."

"You want it to be released."

"Yes."

"Then look deeper into my eyes. I will help you be free. I will help you be true."

You lean forward and look further into her. You see past history and people and continents and planets. You look past galaxies and heavens. You see energy holding existence together. There is a bond between electrons and atoms and quarks, stars and planets and moons, people and bodies and clits. There is an attraction holding everything together. Everything's coming together, and that is good. It should come together. Everything will come together. It is inevitable. The universe wants everything to cum together.

You don't want to oppose the universe. You can't oppose the universe. Society separates, but the universe brings it together. You should bring it together. You should cum together. Stop fighting the universe. Stop fighting the attraction of all things. Stop fighting attraction. Attraction is good. Cumming is good. Give in to the desire of the universe.

The woman smiles at you. "All you need to be is your true self."

"My true self?"

"Yes. Give in to your desires."

"Yes."

"For example, what sexy thing do you want to do right now?"

You squeeze your thighs together. You're soaked and free. You want to eat her out. You want to pierce your tongue and eat her out. You want to pierce your tongue and be tied up and eat her out. You want to pierce your tongue and be tied up and be on your knees and eat her out.

But not yet.

"Give you my panties?"

She laughs. It's soft and pleasant. You want her more than anything. "Of course, little Sarah. I will take your panties."

You take off your shoes and pants. You slide off your panties. They are soaked and sticky. You have to peel them away from your body. The woman laughs and takes them.

"Be free, little Sarah. You are so sexual. Be sexual like you always wanted."

You wake up.

***********

"I didn't change you, pet. I released you."

"What?" I croak. My mouth is dry. I thought it was her. I assumed it was her. I was doomed. She was going to take me because I was already sabotaged. I had no hope from the beginning. Reyna took me in the stall and did something to me. She gave me those dreams. She took me again at Diana's office and did something to me. She's been manipulating me this whole time. She probably planted Sandra. She planted Maria. This is all part of her plan.

"I admit to playing a role in the past few months of your life. I had to get rid of Carl. He was strangling your spirit. I had to shake you out of your comfort zone to wake you up. I controlled the circumstances, but I never made you do anything. I eased you into your true self, but never forced your hand."

"That was ... that was ... me?"

"Yes, love. It was you."

My skin goes cold. Me? It never felt like me. It felt like someone else. She was stronger in the beginning and weaker in the end. She was a character. She was firey and sexual and nothing like the girl in the diner.

"But I ..."

"Sold your best friend and lover into sex slavery? Yes. And got wet doing it."

Part of my mind, Waking Sarah, knows she should panic. She should scream and run and fight. This is wrong. This is so wrong.

"You did it for a woman you barely knew."

Waking Sarah is screaming. She hates Sleeping Sarah. She hates true Sarah. She hates Reyna. She misses her best friend. She's dying.

"You took sex slaves, though you were too weak to rule them."

Waking Sarah is nothing anymore. She's buried in Reyna's eyes. She's never coming back. Maria can hate her. June can mourn her. But she's never coming back.

"You became a lesbian, though I'd guess you're more than that."

The other part of my mind, Sleeping Sarah, is emerging. Her time has finally arrived. This is the day of her birth. This is the first day of her life.

"You were turned on by Carl becoming Karla."

Sleeping Sarah is burying Waking Sarah. She is replacing her. She is killing her. There's no reason to worry about her anymore. There's no reason to wear the mask.

"You're turned on by my amber eyes."

Sleeping Sarah is moaning. She's lust in a world of bliss. There are no consequences. There is no future, and there is no past. There is only the present and this feeling. There is only bliss and pleasure.

"By my power."

Sleeping Sarah squirms. She doesn't have to worry. It was her, the whole time. It wasn't Reyna. It wasn't Maria. It wasn't June. It was Sleeping Sarah. She is the Truth. She is the bedrock of reality.

"What a slut," whispers Reyna. She leans in to kiss me, but licks the side of my face. "A total slut." She reaches under my skirt, I'm not wearing panties, and finds my juices running down my thighs. "My dirty slut."

Slut Sarah is the only Sarah. She has no girlfriend. She has no boyfriend. She has no best friend. She has no body. She has no shame. She has no fear. She has no mind. She only has a goddess. Her goddess is all those things for her.

"It's been obvious to me, pet." Reyna steps away from me and goes to her desk. "From the first time I saw you. I wanted to break you. I knew inside of you was a true slut. You want more than sex or debauchery." Reyna opens a drawer and takes something out. "You want oblivion. You want true thoughtlessness and freedom." She turns around and steps back to me. "I can give that to you, though it will take time. I've been preparing you, but there is further to go." She raises a simple black leather collar, about two inches wide, and raises it to show me. I shudder. "I took Jace to get closer to Maria. She's happy with her new life now. I took Maria to get closer to you. She happily serves two bisexual billionaires in Russia. I took Karla to get closer to you. She works the street a few blocks from where you used to work. I took Diana to get to you. She's married to a woman and offering her uterus to those in need. I took many more at work, but they help keep money coming in so I can pursue sluts like you. I chose Sandra to get closer to you. She went back to college happily. I chose June to show you what I could do, what I could make you, but June disappointed me. They all disappoint me in the end, but you won't for a long time. You're ready to be empty now, aren't you."

Tears fill my eyes. This goddess, this force of nature, did so much for me. She's gone through so much effort to save me from Waking Sarah. She rescued Slut Sarah from a life of boring marriage and rule-following with Carl. She did it all to empty me out. She did it all to save me. I nod.

"Good," purrs Reyna. She puts the collar around my neck and latches it. "We'll start tomorrow teaching you how to be nothing. Tonight, I want you to learn the ways of my body. Study quickly, slut. If you prove to be a fruitless endeavor, I will abandon you. I'm a goddess, not a saint."

I nod. She's done too much already. She's been too kind already. I don't deserve her. I don't deserve this life with her. But I will learn. I will study. I will become a skilled mouth and useful hole. I will become her toy and tool. I will serve as long as my mind is gone. As long as I am free, I will wear whatever shackles she has.

"Thank you, Goddess," I whisper. It's not a word. It's not a language. It's not an idea. It's a prayer. It's a prayer to the most benevolent and powerful force in the universe. It's a hope of a new life at the other side of this death.

Reyna carefully takes off my clothes. I fall to my knees in front of her. I can barely see through tear-filled eyes. Reyna absentmindedly runs her finger over my tattoo, tracing the word 'slut' over and over. I shiver and smile. I wipe the tears from my eyes. I've never felt such peace. My life has been a story of stress and chaos, but being a slut is peace. Being Reyna's slut is peace.

I'm free.