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All Felicity would think about, beyond her own nudity, was the pair of lips reverently kissing her pale ass. Occasionally, Sara would pause to lick at the base of her spine, where a teasingly sensitive spot always made Felicity tingle, but then the blonde always went back to those soft, rounded moons to gently exercise her lips and teeth. A warm glow was spreading through Felicity’s hips, like Sara was whispering a magic spell to be carried in the blood of her arteries and capillaries, the warmth spreading forward, toward her core… Nyssa was behind the bar that Felicity was leaning against. She was dressed, watching, seated like a queen and making the polite observations of an art connoisseur. “Such untouched beauty. The fact that she would never think to do this makes it all the more pleasurable to do it. To say nothing of her form—the sweet, young body. Its suppleness, its charming shape, its inexperience… she reminds me of you when we first met, Ta-er al-Asfer. Of how you described yourself to me before you boarded that yacht…” There was an underlying current, a charge to Nyssa’s words, and as Sara heard it, she began to change her activities. Her kisses would stop every so often, replaced with a sharp little bite. They didn’t hurt—not quite. They were just sort of… exciting. Felicity slowly got the idea that Sara was preparing to do something, something very different—nothing to be frightened of. It would be just as exciting as the nibbling. “Do you remember what I did to you, beloved?” Nyssa asked rhetorically. “What you’d never allowed anyone to do to you before?” “Oh yes,” Sara replied, her callused thumbs pressing into the crevice of Felicity’s ass, spreading the yielding buttocks wide apart. Then her tongue moved in. Lapped at the bottom of Felicity’s sex. Traveled her perineum. And then into her inner crevice. Felicity flushed in embarrassment. Not that she was embarrassed—it was a perfectly natural place to lick, she’d been around the block a few times, even if she hadn’t ever done that. She’d had it described to her. Online. And it felt… not bad… odd. Not pleasurable or erotic, mostly just awkward. Felicity usually felt awkward—licking her ass wasn’t something that got another reaction from her. Then that wet, trembling tongue moved up her ass, over the base of her spine—it was all just nerves, stirrings of excitement—Sara moved back down, spreading her asscheeks to let in cool air and a warm tongue, its wicked tip quivering against Felicity’s puckered anus—wetly snaking inside—a sort of pleasure shot through the paths her excitement had set, into her sex—a shuddering, liquid feeling… “I’ve never done this before,” Felicity whimpered. It was all she could think to say. “I know, baby.” Sara kissed the flat of her ass, the feeling somehow tender. “That’s why it means so much.” Then Sara’s hands were below her hips, pulling her belly up high, pushing it atop the bar so that her ass was now up in the air and she was bent over. Felicity blushed bright red, feeling incredibly foolish, naked, obscene. Especially with Nyssa watching her, so cool, so casual. Sara kissed the side of her hip, adoring, reassuring, and Felicity felt a little better. But what she wouldn’t give for a pair of panties right about then… Felicity felt Sara’s finger moving down the valley of her ass, onto the tiny hole, probing into the forbidden passageway. She immediately tensed. Something hard and dry and strong like Sara’s finger was somehow so much worse than a wet, lapping tongue. “It’s alright,” Nyssa assured her, reaching out to run a firm hand through Felicity’s hair. “You’ll give in. Your body knows, even if your mind doesn’t. There’s no escaping the pleasure we’re going to bring you. As soon as you allow it, it’ll feel better and better. Won’t it, Sara? Didn’t your climax shake the heavens once you finally admitted how much you loved it?” Sara was making a sawing motion with her finger, a gentle little motion against Felicity’s tightly puckered ring. “She’s right. I just had to let go of fear. Chief among them, the fear of how much I enjoyed all the things I’d been told were wrong or forbidden. This isn’t wrong, Felicity. If it were, why would it feel like this?”” She pressed in tighter, tighter, making Felicity groan and wince, trying to move, do something, but abruptly Sara’s short fingernail was inside her, the pad of her finger, inside. Felicity had thought it would hurt. It hadn’t. Neither did Nyssa’s hand stroking her cheek, or Sara’s caressing her back. It was all… sort of pleasant. The more she relaxed, the less she fought it, the more pleasant it became. With Sara sawing continuously into her ass, never abrupt, always gentle, but constantly going deeper… it was starting to feel good. Felicity moved her hips experimentally, using her leg and stomach muscles to raise her ass. Presenting it to Sara. “Such a brave girl,” Nyssa said soothingly. “A good girl. Sara required far more instruction. I do believe you’re a natural.” “Yeah? Who’s the one doing this to her?” Sara asked with her finger in all the way to the knuckle, her palm against Felicity’s ass. She made little circles with her embedded finger, drawing the ring open, open, open, then withdrawing… returning. It seemed much thicker to Felicity. Two fingers, she realized, which somehow seemed so much more taboo. She had put one finger inside herself before, but two was… “That hurts,” Felicity lied, not for reason she could tell, just feeling she had to say something, make some—token—protest. Nyssa smirked, eyes glinting that it was a lie, then looking at Sara—sharing the information? The thought was horrifying. Felicity couldn’t believe she was being, feeling so childish. “It can’t hurt very much,” Nyssa said calmly. “You’ll be fine in a second.” It wasn’t the pain, though, that Felicity minded. It was that she knew she was being stretched. Shouldn’t that hurt? Shouldn’t her body be doing something against this use that’d never been intended? Why was it, she, just—giving in? She felt strange muscles deep in her belly. They were milking at Sara’s double fingers. Felicity’s thoughts jumbled—the vague subconscious assertion that this wasn’t right coupling with the feel of excitement, the feeling of being subjugated—completely at the mercy of these two women. These two beautiful, incredible women who wanted nothing more than to possess her, please her, have her… Again, Sara’s fingers made a circular motion. Rimming her. Stretching her further… further… further. She suddenly wanted those fingers deeper. Felicity didn’t stop herself. She pushed back, groaning softly, feeling them slide inside her so easily. Like they belonged inside her. She tossed her head in abandon as she felt a throbbing sensation she’d never known before. It was good. It was so good. Sara removed her fingers suddenly. Felicity didn’t know what she was supposed to feel, but she felt disappointed. Was that it? Was that the initiation? She turned her head and saw the thick white instrument between Sara’s legs. A prodigiously sized, phallically shaped bone carving, covered in carved symbols, strapped to Sara’s waist and groin. Sara moved forward, slowly but inevitable, between Felicity’s legs. She cupped Felicity’s thighs to hold them apart. Nyssa herself reached over to take hold of the dildo and press it to Felicity’s puckered brown hole. It felt just as large as it looked. “I can’t take all that!” Felicity said hysterically. “It’s too big.” They practically ignored her. “I took it,” Sara said as if she were just thinking out loud. The pressure continued in a horrible, slow, inevitable sort of way. The dildo moving gently, always gently into Felicity’s tiny opening, only insinuating itself, only stretching Felicity a little bit at a time. But before she knew it, the head was inside. Felicity was shocked—even a little proud of herself. It hadn’t hurt very much at all. She’d experienced more discomfort trying to take a penis in her vagina without sufficient foreplay. While the foreplay Nyssa and Sara had given her seemed sufficient for anything. Sara moved in deeper—inch after inch—Felicity began to feel discomfort, then pain. She pushed forward, but Sara was holding her tight. “It hurts!” Felicity winced, looking at Nyssa. Begging for mercy. Nyssa stopped Sara with a look. She crouched before Felicity, running a hand through her blonde hair. “You must be strong.” “It’s too big!” Felicity whimpered. “I can’t… I can’t…” “You can. You will,” Nyssa stated evenly, looking to Sara. “Slow. But steady.” The pressure had been there throughout—the huge dildo impaling her all this time—but now it grew, slowly but just as inexorably, Felicity whining as she felt pain at the pit of her stomach. Like a bellyache—her knowing, feeling that she was being reamed, her bowels pushed into, her ass violated. Escape was impossible. Sara held her legs like a wheelbarrow; Nyssa had her from the other side. “You have to take it all,” Nyssa said. “You have to feel pain before it can become pleasure. Can’t you feel the pleasure beginning? Can’t you feel yourself accepting that you are possessed? Raise up.” It hurt so much that Felicity would obey any order, hoping there would be relief. She raised her buttocks and the dildo moved in smoothly. She groaned. It was impossible to think through the pain. It’d never been impossible for her to think before. She hadn’t drunk, she hadn’t done drugs, all because her mind was too valuable to her. Now it was gone. Lost in this pain, and not just pain, but the feeling of being degraded, abused, used by these two women. And by the overpowering presence of the thickened thing in her body… it felt alive… it felt bigger, realer than Sara and Nyssa. It felt like her master. “Take it,” Nyssa commanded. “Eat it. Feed upon it.” Felicity just tasted the tears that were running out her eyes, down to her mouth. “Fuck her,” Nyssa ordered Sara, and the blonde moved into Felicity like a well-oiled piston. Felicity gasped with every thrust. “You can either endure the pain or you can master it,” Nyssa told her. “Relax your body. Command its response. Take your pleasure from this.” “How?” Felicity begged. Nyssa held up her hand, stopping Sara once more. Felicity panted in relief. “Imagine you are standing with your legs akimbo,” Nyssa said. “There is a string attached to your belly. At the end of the string is a stone. You cannot move your feet. Lift the string. Use your belly and lift the stone from the ground.” It took Felicity a moment to get her bearings. Seeing a dangerous look from Nyssa, she knew the pain was about to begin again. She nodded for a second, then inhaled deeply—tightening and lifting her stomach muscles. “She’s doing it,” Sara reported, eyes closed like she could feel Felicity around her dildo. “Keep going, Felicity. You can do it!” Felicity did, again and again. Each time she lifted the stone, Sara thrust into her. The more practiced the motion, the rhythm became, the deeper Sara pushed into Felicity’s clenching passage. She sawed into Felicity’s asshole as rhythmically as a musician, plunging into places within Felicity that she had never known existed. Felicity’s jumbled thoughts were resolving themselves. Taking shape like hot iron cooled by water. The plunges still hurt, but she could make them feel good. She was degraded and helpless, but she could take pleasure in that. She reared back to meet Sara’s thrusts, hearing a low-pitched moan in reply, and there was a pleasure in giving in—participating in this thing. It wasn’t being done to her, she was part of it, she was doing it to herself though Sara. She moved her soft ass in winding little circles, picking up imaginary stones by the dozens, encouraged by Nyssa’s contagious zeal, Sara’s gasping enjoyment. And she kept feeling things deep inside herself. It wasn’t her mind playing tricks on her. It was a real sensation—impossible, but real. Nerve endings were beginning to sing. Muscles were beginning to clench. Felicity tried to remember if a woman could orgasm from being sodomized. “She loves it,” Nyssa said, hands clasped behind her back to keep herself from grabbing Felicity by the hair and forcing her gaping mouth to Nyssa’s hungry cunt. “Give her what she loves, Sara.” With a groan and heavy breathing, Sara pulled her dildo all the way out, all the way to the very tip, then shoved it desperately inside. Felicity screamed, but there was no pain left in her voice. With hard, unending thrusts, Sara battered Felicity’s quivering buttocks. Felicity was skewered, split right down the middle, not caring about any of it, anything but the velvet feeling pushing sickly hot through the pit of her stomach. She could come like this, Felicity realized with a catch of her breath. She just had to work at it. “Yes, yes,” Sara chanted, voice like an old door creaking open, trying not to come even as her clit rasped against the harness of the dildo, as her lover watched her fuck another woman, as Felicity Smoak’s ass gave itself completely over to her. “Deeder! Harper!” Felicity gasped, trying to say she would prefer their coitus be more hard and deep, not quite managing. Sara and Nyssa’s eyes met. A look that had made Sara moisten in the middle of conferences with deadly warlords, a look that could have Sara leaping up from her death-bed to pleasure her lover, a look that across a crowded room could make Sara reach down into her pants, clasp herself, and finish right on the spot, simply because Nyssa was asking it of her. Even without words. It was more than enough now. Sara let go of Felicity’s thighs, clawed her fingertips to Felicity’s hipbones, grabbing cruel new purchase on the hacker’s body. It hurt Felicity and she wanted to be hurt. Sara made one last thrust, slapping the base of her harness against her pussy as the dildo was driven to the furthest point. The muscles there grabbed hold and sucked, Felicity’s entire body sucking on the pleasure Sara had brought her, a feeling she had never felt before, a different, deeper set of nerves and muscles broadcasting feelings that were brand new. Sara and Felicity came together, locked together like two statues in counterpoint, before Sara collapsed over Felicity and Nyssa inhaled, breathing in the aroma of their pleasure. “Wonderful,” she exhaled, resting a hand on Felicity’s bowed head. “Welcome to the League of Assassins, initiate. Hope you enjoyed your first day.”