Heather's story part 2

Heather’s story part 2
By Varian Milagro


Heather sat in her car, staring at the house her sister, Elizabeth, shared with 2 other girls, all three of them freshmen at the University of Wyoming. She debated with herself whether to go inside as her mother had demanded or just go home. She did not like either option. The Ten Commandments said quite clearly, “honor your father and mother”. And yet she didn’t much like the idea of visiting her sister either.

There was something seriously strange going on with that girl and she blamed her for their mother’s weird behavior of late. Elizabeth had been a fairly decent older sister up until three weeks ago, when she started going bad. Becky, her friend and one of Elizabeth’s roommates, had caught Elizabeth smoking and then sleeping with a boy named Paul. Heather had told her parents, of course. It was the right thing to do. They’d flipped out and cut off Elizabeth’s financial support as punishment. Shortly after that their mother started smoking and generally acting weird. She had no idea why her mom thought it so important that she visit Elizabeth today.

Of course, there was the chance that she could see Becky if she went inside the house. She hadn’t seen her friend for over a week, which wasn’t entirely strange, but no one else she knew had seen her or Elizabeth’s other roommate, Victoria, since young adult bible study last Wednesday.

She pulled her phone from her purse and sent a text to Abigail, letting her know that she’d arrived. With a resigned sigh she exited her car.

A few seconds after knocking on the front door she was greeted by an unfamiliar brunette and a blast of cigarette smoke. Becky had said that Elizabeth had a new friend at school, a brunette who smoked. She’d thought that they might even be more than just friends. Heather wondered if this was that woman. She didn’t look like a lesbian, but then again she wasn’t really sure what one looked like. She’d always assumed that they had men’s haircuts and wore flannel shirts. This woman was dressed casually, femininely and, to Heather’s relief, modestly.

“Hi, I’m Heather. Is Elizabeth here?”

The woman yelled into the house, “Bethany, your sister is here.” She stepped aside and motioned for Heather to enter. “I’m Tracy. Your sister has told me all about you.” She looked Heather up and down as she said, “I can’t wait to get to know you better.”

Heather folded her arms as she glared back at the woman. Tracy shrugged and disappeared into the house. A minute later Heather let out a scoff when she spotted her sister approach the door.She was not dressed modestly. She sauntered up to the door with a grace and confidence Heather had not seen in her before, strutting like a model, but dressed more like a whore, wearing shiny black high heels, latex tights and a low-cut black top that showed an embarrassing amount of cleavage. Once she reached the door she took a slow drag on her cigarette and then blew a white cloud into the already smoky room.

“Come in,” Bethany said, flatly.

“I’ll stay out here, thank you.” Heather shook her head. In addition to the slut clothes, her sister’s face was caked with makeup and her inch-long fingernails were painted a bright red. “I’m not entering your house of sin.” She tapped out a quick text to Abigail about her sister’s appearance.

“Let’s not start out butting heads. I want this to go easy for you. Now come inside before you piss me off.”

“No.”

Bethany took another drag on her cigarette. She made a show of revealing the smoke in her mouth before sucking it into her lungs. “You will save yourself a lot of headache if you just do as you are told.”

“If you are going to threaten me, Elizabeth, I’m just going home.”

Bethany laughed, smoking spurting from her mouth. “Elizabeth is no more, sweetie. Bethany is your sister now. I’ve put Mom and Dad on a new journey. They’re finally free of all the draconian rules they’d set for themselves and us. They’ll finally start enjoying life and each other. Now it’s your turn and then it’s going to be Jimmy’s and Donna’s”

“You better leave Jimmy and Donna alone!”

“You should be more worried about yourself. I owe you big time for betraying me to mom and dad.” Bethany exhaled smoke into Heather’s face.

Heather broke into a coughing fit.

“Come inside and face your fate.” Bethany’s smile chilled her sister.

Still coughing, Heather took a step into the house. Despite every desire to turn and run to her car, her legs continued to walk forward.

“Now hand over your phone.”

Heather was unable to stop herself from giving up her phone. “My god, You’re a witch!”

“I’m not a witch," Bethany said as she powered off the phone. "I do have control over people’s minds, but it’s not from witchcraft. If I explained what happened to me you’d probably say that I was possessed by a demon, but that isn’t quite accurate.”

“Let’s go see Pastor William,” Heather said. “He can help you, he used to do exorcisms before her came to Grace church.”

“You see, Melanie wasn’t a demon and I wasn’t possessed. We merged and became a new person. There is no Elizabeth and there’s no Melanie. We are Bethany.”

Heather had no idea what her sister was talking about. “He could still help you, I’m sure. If you can be merged you can be unmerged, right?”

“I don’t want to be unmerged. I have power together. No one can hold me back any more, not Mom, not Victoria, no one. I can do what I want. I don’t have to follow anyone’s rules. They have to follow mine.”

“But can’t you see that it’s messed with your mind?” Heather said. “You used to be good and kind. Think about what you did to your own mother.”

“She got off easy. You won’t. Although I should thank you for reminding me about Pastor William. I’ll need to make sure that he is out of the picture for a while. In the meantime, we need to work out the sleeping arrangements,” Bethany said. “There are three bedrooms in this house and all of them are taken, so you’ll have to share a room. Do you want to sleep with me, Tracy or Paul?”

“Where are Becky and Victoria?”

“You’ll get to see them soon enough. Which room?”

“I’ll sleep on the couch, thank you.”

“That wasn’t one of the choices.” Bethany blew smoke into Heather’s face. “Choose!”

“I’ll sleep with you,” Heather said between coughs. “Will you please stop blowing smoke into my face?”

“Why? You love the smell of cigarette smoke. It smells better than bacon frying in a pan.” Bethany paused. She watched her sister sniff the air and the ensuing confusion on her face. “You think smoking is sexy, particularly women who smoke. You want desperately to experience it yourself. You want it so bad, just the thought of wrapping your lips around a lit cigarette makes you soak your panties. You’ll probably cum on your first real inhale.”

Heather breathed deep, relishing the smell of her sister’s secondhand smoke, her heart fluttering as she watched her take a languishing drag. It looked so darn sexy. Her face fell when Elizabeth turned her head and exhaled off to the side, denying her the wonderfully aromatic smoke.

“Would you like to try it for yourself?” Bethany held out her cigarette.

Heather’s heart hammered as she accepted her sister’s cigarette. They must taste amazing, smelling that good. With a trembling hand she raised the cigarette to her mouth as a pleasant warmth filled her panties.

“Stop!” Bethany said.

Heather held the cigarette an inch from her lips, wanting to take a drag, but unable.

“You’ll start smoking soon enough, but not like this.”

“Please, let me taste it.” Heather’s mouth watered in anticipation.

“No,” Bethany said with delight. After torturing her sister for nearly a minute she said, “Your feelings for cigarettes are back to normal.”

Heather flung the foul smelling cancer stick to the floor.

Bethany picked it up before it could burn the carpet. “That was just a sample of my new powers. I can make you do anything I want. Now, don’t fight me or I’ll make you do something that will make you wish I’d merely turned you into a smoker.”

“What has happened to you, Elizabeth? Why are you acting like this?”

“You should be happy for me, Heather. I was uptight and filled with anxiety. I worried about what I wore, what others thought of me, our parent’s approval, church rules. I no longer repress myself and I am truly happy. Once a few things are arranged I am going to set you free, too. Then you will have the power to free others as well.”

“If smoking cigarettes and dressing like a harlot are your ideas of being free, I’ll pass.”

“There’s so much more out there than church and Sunday dinners with Mom and Dad.” Bethany touched the floor length, cotton dress Heather wore. “There are certainly better clothing options.”

“I like my dress.”

“And I like what I’m wearing. I like smoking too, something I’d never have known blindly obeying Mom’s rules. You’ll find out soon enough. Once you’ve expanded your horizons a little, you may even thank me.”

“I just want to go home. For whatever love you had for me, please just let me go home.”

Bethany smiled. “You’re eighteen now, it’s time to leave Mommy and Daddy behind. Now come and see your new bedroom.”

Heather followed her sister into the house, past a small kitchen, an even smaller bathroom and into a hall with three doors. She walked to the first door and opened it to reveal a modest sized bedroom with a queen sized bed, dresser and not much else. The room reeked of cigarette smoke, even more so than the rest of the house.

“Okay, you can do pretty much whatever you want except leave the house, or contact anyone other than me, Paul or Tracy.” Bethany sat on the bed and patted the spot next to her.

Heather remained standing. “Can I have my phone back?”

“No. You can hang in here or wherever else in the house. You are welcome to anything we have, we share everything. If you’d rather sleep in another room or alone, that’s fine.”

“What am I supposed to do for clothes? I don’t even have my toothbrush.”

“Make a list of what you need and I’ll have Tracy get it from Mom’s. Anything else you want?”

“How about no smoking in the house?” Heather snapped.

“You can’t have everything,” Bethany said as she exhaled across the room. “I’ll tell you what; I’ll make this a no smoking room. How will that be?” Bethany grabbed an overflowing ashtray off a nightstand and used it to extinguish her half smoked cigarette. “I'll get Paul to pick up a TV and a streaming device so you can watch Netflix in here, away from our second hand smoke.”

“Thank you,” Heather said, quietly.

“Soon enough you’ll wonder what the big deal was. Why you shrank away from a little ambient smoke. You’ll relish the company of your fellow smokers. You’ll relish it so much that you’ll start converting everyone you know into smokers. You’ll get off seeing their joyous faces when they realize how much they love to smoke.”

“Never!”

“Oh, it’s going to happen. You’ll have to chance to stop it, but you won’t succeed. You’ll fight and struggle, but in the end you’ll succumb.” Bethany stood. “I’m hungry, how about you? Want some take out?”

Bethany was true to her word. Paul hooked up a television while Tracy picked up her things from her mom. For dinner they ate chinese takeout. While the others ate in the front room, Heather ate by herself in her sister’s bedroom. After spending a half hour trying to escape through the bedroom window she gave up and watched a faith based movie on Netflix. The window was more than large enough for her and the house was only a single story. But for the life of her she couldn’t make her body pass outside of the house, not a leg, arm or pinky finger.

An hour or so after dinner Bethany entered the room and told her to get ready to leave.

Heather glared at her sister. “Where are we going?”

“I’m taking you to see Becky.”

Heather sat up. “Where is she? No one has seen her for over a week.”

Bethany smiled. It was an unnerving, mischievous smile. “Lots of people have seen her. You’d be surprised how many.”

Heather followed her sister to the front door, but then stopped at the threshold as Bethany continued to walk towards the car. Once again she was unable to force herself to leave the house.

Bethany turned and frowned. “What are you waiting for? Oh yeah. You can leave the house now, but you must stay within ten feet of me at all times.”

Once they were inside Heather’s car, Bethany said, “Take I-80 east to the first Cheyenne exit and then head east on 225.”

“Please don’t smoke in my car,” Heather said.

Bethany snarled. “I’m starting to get really tired of all the whining. Trust me, you won’t like me when I’m angry.”

“I never did before,” Heather said as she started her car.

“I’m on a whole new level when it comes to being a bitch these days.”

Forty minutes later, after driving by a long line of warehouses, they pulled into the parking lot of a wide, one story building on the west side of Cheyenne. The lot was half filled with pickup trucks and late model cars, mostly sedans. Mirrored windows and silhouettes of well endowed women in provocative positions adorned its walls. A massive sign, tall enough to be seen for miles, announced the establishment's name as, “New Grounds”.

“I’m not going into a strip club!”

“Don’t push me, Heather. I’m not in the mood.”

Heather followed her sister to the club’s entrance and found herself in a small, poorly lit room. Muffled music reverberated through the wall on the far side of the room. A burly man in a black t-shirt leaned sat on a stool next to the only other door. He had a tattoo of a squat, pug faced dog on his neck.

“Id, please,” he said in a deep, rumbling voice.

“She’s with me, Bulldog,” Bethany said.

Bulldog pressed a button on the wall behind him and a light above the door changed from red to green. The door opened inward. A woman in a latex catsuit held the door open. She flashed a smile at Bethany and Heather and then motioned for them to enter. There was something strangely familiar about the woman, but Heather was unsure why. She didn’t know anyone who worked in a strip club.

The music grew in volume as they passed through the doorway and was accompanied by the smell of beer, stale cigarette smoke and sweat. A bored looking woman in her late twenties swayed on the stage next to a chrome pole. She wore purple shorts that clung to her skin and a pair of platform heels. On her chest were the largest breasts that Heather had ever seen. They were round like basketballs and seemed to defy gravity as the woman gyrated around the stripper pole.

Men on stools ringed the stage, a few of them were watching the stripper and waving dollar bills, while others talked to each other or focused on their beers. A pretty blonde in a bikini--barely older than Heather herself--straddled a man in one of the booths. She held onto his shoulders and ground her crotch against his. He had his hands at his sides and a dopey look on his face.

Heather was horrified. Never had she seen such depravity.

“I’m not complaining,” Heather said as pleasantly that she could muster. “But why would you bring me here to see Becky?”

“Be patient.” Bethany glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost 7pm. “We’re early. Let’s grab a seat.”

Heather wanted to protest, but feared that her sister would make good on her promise and make her smoke. She still remembered how much she’d wanted to smoke earlier after a demonstration of her sister’s new powers.

Bethany picked a pair of empty seats next to the stage. A cocktail waitress hurried over once they sat. She wore a tight, white blouse that was unbuttoned past her bra and a pleated skirt that covered less than half of her thighs. Besides Heather, she was the most conservatively dressed woman in the place.

“A whiskey sour and a Coke,” Bethany said.

“We have Pepsi, will that be okay?”

“Fine,” Bethany said, dismissively.

A few minutes their drinks were delivered. Heather sipped at her drink, despite hating Pepsi. At least it gave her something to focus on that wasn’t pure sin. She hated sitting right next to the stage near a naked woman dancing for money. The stripper ignored them for the most part. She danced up close to the men flashing their money.

Eventually the stripper left the stage and a new one took her place. Her breasts were nearly as large and just as fake.

“Dammit, where is she?” Bethany waved the waitress over. “Tell Jackie that I need to talk to her when she has a chance.”

The waitress hurried away and then a few minutes later the the woman in the catsuit approached the table.

“Where’s your daughter?” Bethany said.

The woman pointed to an archway next to the stage where the first stripper had gone.

“Can you tell her that she has a fan out front?”

Heather watched the catsuited woman walk away toward a door next to the stage with a sign that read, “Employees only.” There was something very familiar about the woman. A few minutes later a new dancer joined the stage. The woman scanned the crowd for a couple of seconds. She looked directly at Heather, smiled broadly and then started dancing.

The dancer seemed quite different that the other strippers. For starters there was a dangerous quality to her that made Heather feel instantly unsafe. She towered over her fellow stripper. In her heels she had to be six foot, at least. And then there was the midnight black hair, shaved along the sides of her head and spiked on the top. Her tattoos were a mixture of thorny vines interspersed with roses and skulls. And piercings, lots of piercings, in her right brow, left nostril, her lip, septum. She wore a black bikini top, but it was fairly obvious that both nipples were pierced a pair of barbells.

The stripper grabbed the pole closest to Heather and went to work, swinging around in a high arch before wrapping her legs high around the pole and then hanging inverted. She winked at Heather and the lowered herself to the floor.

“I think she likes you.” Bethany shoved some cash into her hands. “Give her some of these.”

Heather stared at the money.

“Hold it up so that she can see it.” Bethany grabbed Heather’s wrist and held it up.

The tattooed stripped crawled over to Heather like a jungle cat looking for a meal or perhaps a mate. Heather wasn’t sure which, but she was sure that she didn’t want to be either.

“For me? You’re so sweet.” The stripper used her teeth to pull one of the bills from Heather’s hand.

“Do I know you?” she asked, despite recognizing the girl’s voice. She knew who the woman guarding the front door was now, but she didn’t want to believe it. She just couldn’t. The Jackie she knew was a good Christian woman and didn’t work in a strip club. She had a loving husband and a daughter Heather’s age, a tall, timid blonde girl who used to share a house with her sister. That woman by the door couldn’t be Becky’s mother just as the dangerous looking woman in front of her couldn’t be Becky.

Rebecca let the dollar bill fall to the floor. “Don’t I get a hello?”

“Maybe she doesn’t recognize you anymore,” Bethany said. “Maybe you should give her a hint.”

“Becky?” Heather stammered.

“Not any more. I’m Rebecca now. Your sister liberated Vicky and me and got us jobs at this strip club. Wasn’t that nice of her?” Rebecca leaned in close, their noses only an inch apart. “She also made me a promise. Do you know what it was?”

“No.”

“You.” She kissed Heather passionately.

Heather tried to pull away, but Rebecca grabbed the back of her head, holding their lips together. She intensified her efforts when she felt Rebecca’s tongue probe for an opening. The men around them cheered.

Bethany lit a cigarette. “Here's a fun fact; Becky had a huge crush on you for the last couple of years. Apparently she’s always been bisexual. She couldn’t admit to herself or anyone else for fear of being ostracized." Bethany pumped her cigarette. "By changing her into Rebecca I've freed her from a lifetime of sexual repression.” Bethany blasted Heather with smoke. “Stop fighting it. You want it as much as she does.”

Heather parted her lips, letting Rebecca’s tongue enter her mouth. Pleasure washed through her body, causing her nipples to stiffen and her pussy to moisten. Her tongue wrestled with Rebecca’s. Everything else faded away. It was only her and Rebecca locked together, pleasure flowing from one body to the other through their lips and tongues.

“Your feelings for Rebecca are back to normal,” Bethany said with an abundance of glee.

***

Heather bolted up in bed, screaming.

“What’s the matter?” Abigail said in a panic.

Heather stared straight ahead and continued to scream.

Abigail shook Heather’s shoulder. “Wake up! You’re having a nightmare.”

“What happening?” Gordon said as he burst into the room. Kathleen joined him a second later.

“She’s having a nightmare, I think.” There was a scent in the air that made Abigail wonder just what kind of dream Heather had been having.

Heather looked over at Abigail and then at her parents. She began to realize that she was no longer in a strip club; it had been a dream. She hadn’t really kissed a girl. “I’m sorry. I guess I had a bad dream.” It had been the most realistic dream that she’d ever had. Her face flushed as she realized that her erect nipples were making obscene dents in her night dress. She didn’t even want to think about the state of her panties. She prayed that urine had made them so wet.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Kathleen said. “It’s understandable with everything you’ve been going through.”

It took several minutes to convince Abigail’s parents that she was fine before they went back to bed. Once they were gone Abigail turned on her stereo, filling the room with light classical music. She coaxed Heather into laying against her, humming softly while stroking her hair.

Images of Rebecca flashed in Heather’s mind. She closed her eyes, trying to force them out, but she found herself imagining that it was Rebecca’s hand running through her hair. After a minute, she opened her eyes and Rebecca morphed back into Abigail. As she drifted off to sleep she wondered what Abigail would look like with her hair dyed black.

Heather's Story - Chapter 3