Author's Notes
Hello everyone! Today I introduce you a brand new, completely fictional female-to-female story. They're not based on real people ( although they may become an inspiration


Chapter One
The Intruder
The lingering light was obliterated by the rapidly falling night. The once salmon and purple sky transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black that engulfed the town. A canopy of luminous stars materialised amongst the ocean of blackness. Some were dull, merely flickering into existence every now and then, but there was an adequate amount of shimmering stars to illuminate the dark, moonless night. The lake glistened, mirroring the dazzling assemblage of glittering stars and the luminescence from the restaurants and designer boutiques that lined the marina. The faint wind brushed against the water’s surface, the ripples ruffled the stillness of the surface, and shattered the reflection of the harbour.
Over the mud that can take in no more rain, runs a new river, one that will be dry by the morrow. It runs in rippled sheets taking with it soil and debris, even washing small stones down the track. One spade into the mud shows how much water is there, running in to fill the hole. The experienced security guard sighs, looking back at his water filled foot prints by the window, wondering if come morning time they will be frozen and glossy black. The soil that was baked so hard last summer is now soft with rain water, every step causing a temporary puddle. What was pale brown is dark, what was tarnished green is iridescent. With the heavy clouds comes life and after the deluge the sun is always at its brightest.
It was then, that by the dampness of the rather empty, though wet car park, that a slim, shapely figured woman in her responsible, though mature youth walked by on her own. The cold air that was slightly warmed up by the heating of the nearby cars did not bother her as she was wearing a brown, casual furred coat. Her hair was midnight-black and it flowed over her limp shoulders. She had saccharine sweet lips; they were blossom soft. From afar, anyone could tell she had a rather cheerful and endeavouring character in mind. As well as her coat, she was wearing rigid, though completed jeans and was steadily, though fastening towards to the building towards her, grey in colour though the painting seems to have been refined.
This building that was once a beacon of its age now resembles something that has been through a war. Nothing so dramatic has befallen it, just more years that can be counted without feeling the loosening of the mind. It was quite old, and just in the borders of the central parts of the city to the inevitable suburbs that so kindly protected its interiors. As she opened the door which was next to the now shortly-closed double-doors, she was greeted with the few lights that still remained activated. She walked through the corridor whilst the echo of her footsteps did not bother her, confident to reach her goal inside.
The old, wrinkled though still relatively middle-aged man that was sweeping the floors relentlessly with little will to continue brushed off his mental remarks and carried on in the war against the dirty gusts of the air. The young woman looked and slowed down until she realised it was no threat to her. The janitor moved like someone schooled in dance. He wasn't cleaning so much as meditating, side-stepping and turning in fluid motions as if the mop were a beloved partner. The janitor stared dead ahead, never lowering his gaze. Should a child get in his way he would trip over them with great performance, always dropping a swear under his breath. He briefly looked at her back for a second or two casually and went back to sweeping, seemingly unsure of her occurrence, or rather indifferent to it. She slowed down after fastening by him and then, as she turned corners for the second time, the shut windows next to her and there barely lit lights in front of her, that she caught something moving in front of her, coming from the room on the right, distant, yet seemingly so close in the big picture.
Her youthful, flawless Amazonian figure sat well on her wafer-thin body. She had a decanter shaped waist and her complexion had an impeccable, lecherous hue. Her pencil-thin eyebrows eased down gently to her black, beetle’s-leg eyelashes. A sculptor could not have fashioned her seraph’s ears and pixie’s nose any better. When she broke into a smile, her beguiling, oyster-white teeth lit up the room. It could jolt you like an electric current when that megawatt smile gave you her full attention. Filed to perfection, her Venus-red fingernails ran through her nougat-brown hair. Spools of it plunged around her photogenic face and hid a swan’s neck, elegant and smooth. I loved her nebulous, Eden-green eyes which were a-sparkle with the ‘joie-de-vivre’. They were like two beryl-green jewels melted onto snow. Her blue uniform reinforced the feeling of dominance, as she struck the young woman's eyes with barren strength, almost freezing her like rock in the process. Her deadly eyes proved that the young woman was, indeed, a dead pray, had the security guard been a wild animal.
'Well, well, well.' she started, looking with a smirk deep into her eyes, almost like a godly figure as she did not blink even once, nor did the young woman, struck in fear by the taller figure of her potentially doom-able assailant. 'What have we got here?' she puts her hands on her hips carefully, though her reflexes had not lessened as she carried on her humanising smirk. With braveness and impatience, the young woman gulped carefully and muttered a response loud enough, with confidence breaker the inner walls of her potential illegibility: 'Well, um.. I'm just here to collect something. I forgot my--'
'Enough!' the security guard remarks as she removes her hands from her slim hips and points to her with her fingers open to reflexive actions. 'Tell me about yourself.' she smirks again in a gainful tone.
'I.. My name is Amy. Amy Lepauld. And uh.. I'm 18.' she grins, definitely unwillingly blushing almost due to her stress, something that was clearly to be shown.
'Amy Lepauld huh?' she puts her hand back down on her hip. 'Well, you're in a restricted area, sunshine.' she smirks again. 'What you gotta say about that?'
'Oh well um.. I know you closed but I just forgot something. Would you let me get it, please? I'm sorry to both--'
'No, no, no. Strict regulations, strict protocol. I know how you feel, I've been there. I will give back your stuff, I've seen where it is, but, there are consequences for trespassing.' she giggles seriously enough. 'My name is Junko Emotshi. Yeah I know, part-asian. Cool, right?' she says as she steadily approaches the young woman, too frozen to do anything at that moment in time.
As she arrives close to her victim, she goes behind her and pulls Amy's poor, slim hands behind her back, and a clicking sound is heard. She is now handcuffed, and survival is definitely not an option at this point in time. She may definitely be doomed to the possible consequences. Oh well, it couldn't be worse than anything. 'Oh, do take a seat.' Junko gestures her as she enters her into a nearby room with only a desk and a chair, with 'Junko Emotshi' written in silver on the door. 'Yep. Senior Officer. Cool, right? I've been working here just over two years. No incidents so far, no successful trespassing.' she casually, perhaps too casually winks at Amy, who looks back in little, increasing shame. 'Eh, don't worry. At least that won't go on my CV. Or maybe the opposite.' she explains as she takes a seat and lays back, the stars shining behind her through the closed, but very smooth window as she sipped in her cup of well-brewed coffee.
'Well maybe I could offer you a deal.' she says, heightening Amy's attention as she quickly nodded and smiled, as Junko grinned in return of the favour. 'Yes, a deal.' she continues, continuing to drink her coffee as if she was going to stay up for two whole weeks.
'Wh.. What kind of deal? Are you going to call the police? Maybe that'd be be--' she starts, getting slightly worried and a bit creeped out, although she seemed to give quite a lot of trust in the confident, feminine senior security officer.
'Well..' she starts on a more serious, though light tone, as she neatly places her cup of half-filled coffee on the wooden desk in front of her as she lays forward at last to face her potential victim. 'Let's say that for.. A few days, I get to do whatever I want with you. Like, I would own you for a few days. See what I mean?'
'Sooo.. Like a maid?' she asks, slightly confused but getting to an idea.
'No, no, no. Not a maid.' she grins, almost face-palming but saving herself the effort.. 'No. What I mean is, you would be my slave for a few days.' she looks up at Amy's worried face. 'Like.. Ever heard of BDSM? Gimps? No?'
'Oh, right.. Um..' she giggles in a shyer tone, trying to look up at her captor's endeavouring eyes. 'Yeah I know what you mean. Well, would that save me from seeing the police? I can't get in trouble again..' she looks down, worried about her situation.
'No, no, of course you won't see the police!' she giggles more loudly this time, catching back her infinite breath. 'But, you will have to confront me, right?' she winks more playfully this time as Amy thinks for a few, mere seconds before finally nodding quietly, much to Junko's approval.
'Great!' she claps her hands as she gets up and lightly stretches before moving about, as Amy's eyes follow her every move endearingly. 'Well, no time to waste!' she says with a wide smile, as Amy grins slightly as she feels quite saved, as Junko gestures her, excitedly to move forwards as they walk out of the dying corridors and out into the living open air, in which the space is lit up only by the stars and the nearby, dying buildings in the distance. In front of her, she was brought to a luxurious, smoothly blackened Ferrari. Still in handcuffs, she was brought in the passenger seat, and, as Junko suddenly grabbed her ankles as she easily entered the large door and tripped over, clicks were heard again. Her ankles were now secured with more, metal secure, yet clean and smooth cuffs that were smoothly attached to her connected jeans.
Sitting her back up as her shyness prevented her from moving away or resisting, or even questioning anything, Junko went and grabbed out a black piece of long cloth from her pocket, taunting her with it as she opened her mouth. 'Well, we don't want you to see where we've gone, do we?' she giggles as Amy tilts her head forward reluctantly as the thick and blindingly blindfold is put over her dense, yet flawless and brightening eyes. 'How many fingers am I holding up?' Junko taunts as she giggles and a some form of object is taken out again, this time a little bit heavier, making click sounds as it is moved about. 'We don't want.. Disturbances either, do we now?' she taunts with a more serious tone, though still grinning in the inside, as Amy could sense.
'Wh.. What do you mean?' Amy says, scared as she is now vulnerable to anything. 'I.. I will be quiet I promise.' she admits as Junko rolls her eyes and shakes her head to herself as she insists, holding the object closer to her face.
'Right, I'm going to have to shut you up I'm afraid. Part of standard protocol! Sorry! Now, would you mind opening your mouth widely for me?' she giggles lightly but loud enough for Amy to be concerned.
'Uh.. All right then.' she says, as she steadily opens her mouth for whatever to come inside.
'Noooo, wider, silly! I'm not gonna fit anything in there if you open it that small. Do I have to force it in?' she smirks, slightly annoyed but playfully so.
'Um.. Alright then.' she says, as she opens it as wide as she can as Junko leans forward, and pushes the round, white, rubber shape into the poor, vulnerable Amy's mouth, and tightens it with leather straps in the back of her head. 'Comfy?'
'Mmmmmh..' Amy mumbles, as little strengths of adrenaline pass through her, but she is too weak to try anything as she is currently heavily restrained as you could indeed guess.
'Well, no time to waste.' she says as she unlocks the car once again and starts the engine. 'And off we go!' she proclaims as she steadily starts driving the car, the poor Amy bound and gagged in the back of the beautiful, dominating Ferrari.
To Continue....