Story 2: Submissive Feminist

Chapter 15:

I arrived at my apartment and was bending to stick the key into the lock, when the door flung open. The tall woman from the bus was standing before me and I slowly, fearfully turned my gaze up to her featureless face. Before I could even react, she grabbed the collar of my sweater in a firm grip that included NemesisGirl's collar and leash hidden underneath and roughly yanked me through the door. I was so frightened I could barely manage a muffled "Urp!" before I found myself tumbling across the floor of my apartment, coming to rest at the feet of another faceless woman.

"Carol! subGrrl's home!" my new abuser called out as she slammed my apartment door.

"Oh! Thanks for sending her in, Alice," Carol responded. She stood up from the couch where she sat and hoisted me to my feet with an unnatural strength.

"This is just a dream," I told myself. "Wake up!"

"How was your day, subGrrl?" Carol asked. Her words were clear and strong as they burst from her mouthless face.

I stared in fear at her for a second. "What...?"

"Oh, who cares how you day was!" Carol slapped me hard on my face and I collapsed to the ground again in pain - my head lying in a fresh spot of saliva and perhaps blood.

Carol grabbed my collar again. "Stay on you feet, subGrrl! Give us a kiss!" She yanked my head up to her face and viciously pressed my lips to the space where her mouth should have been, bruising them, no doubt. I don't believe that I had sufficiently gained my balance before she threw me on the ground again.

Stunned I started to try and get up. Dreams should not be able to do this, should they? I was hurt and in pain.

"Entertain me while we wait for the others," Carol said as she dragged me off the ground again.

Carol sat on the couch and forced me to my knees before her. She raised her skirt and shoved my face down between her thighs. Not only was she pantyless, but also featureless here as well. There was no labia, no clitoral hood, no pubic hair. There was only a flat expanse.

"Come on, subGrrl! Lick!" Carol smashed my face roughly against her crotch, painfully squashing my nose.

I was searching for any way to avoid getting thrashed around again, so I immediately began to stroke where her labia should have been with my tongue. Her skin felt natural. It gave and resisted as skin should. But the taste was plastic. An image of my childhood dolls flashed into my head.

"Mmmm! That's nice!" I heard Carol moan. I continued to lick as furiously as I could.

After a minute, muffled by cloth and thigh flesh, I heard my door bell ring.

"The rest of the girls are here, Carol!" Alice cried with jubilation.

Carol had either forgotten that I was between her legs or she didn't care. She stood and began walking, bending me over painfully backwards until my bent legs could pop out from underneath me.

"Cindy! Your hair looks divine!" Carol called out as I started to roll over in order to see how many more of the bitches were arriving.

There were five of them now. Each at least a foot taller than me, thin and featureless. Only their hair and skin tone and voices differentiated them from one another.

"Get off the floor, subGrrl!" Carol said as she once again pulled me from the ground.

"Ow! Please..." I tried to say, but one of the new arrivals immediately swung out her arm and smacked me back down to the ground.

"Good god! Does she always prattle on so?" my latest abuser asked.

I lay in a heap hoping this nightmare would end soon. Unfortunately, it wouldn't.

"Shall we commence?" someone asked.