Photographs Tell No Truths
Chapter 8: Paparazzi
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Warning! Minor Sexual Content In This Chapter! So Watch For The Warning Marker! You’ve Been Warned!
Story Start:
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Waking with a start, all Taylor could do was groan quietly in frustration and annoyance as she once more found herself in the same paradoxical situation, she’d been warring with herself over for the past eight hours.
She was in pain, she was sore, she was tired and really needed time and rest to recover and heal from the previous day’s activities.
Yet at the same time, she felt jittery and wired, like she could sprint a marathon nonstop.
Taylor knew it was a mixture of the sinfully good food that Overlord had force fed her, and the intoxicating mission she’d been given just playing marry hell with her instincts.
Instincts that her subconscious was riding roughshod over her conscious mind with.
But even still Taylor knew that she was currently in no position to accomplish essentially anything at the moment.
Experience had taught her that hard lesson.
She needed at least sixteen more hours of rest at least, before she was in any sort of condition to perform any sort of strenuous activity.
Besides, just showing up in Amy’s bedroom unannounced, in the middle of the night, was more liable to get her killed than getting her rocks off.
Unless of course Amy was into the whole mysterious midnight bedroom visitor shtick…
Not that Taylor actually knew where the healer lived.
This wasn’t a situation like Madison or even the twins, where Taylor could easily and had long since hacked the school servers, to pull the Dallon’s home information.
“Stupid fucking Arcadia! Who the fuck wastes Tinker Tech on a school server of all things.” Taylor grumbled to herself turning over in her bed.
Thankful at least for the fact that her Pavlovian conditioning wasn’t currently screaming at her due to her advanced injuries.
Not that those injuries didn’t also prevent her conditioning from waking her up every few hours.
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(Semi Lewd Things Begin Here!)
Just like her wounds didn’t quell the burning aching NEED currently broiling its way through Taylor’s guts.
Closing her eyes with a whimper, and every (very) thankful that she’d started sleeping in the nude after the first week into her training under Overlord.
Taylor gave a minor concession to her instincts and tentatively allowed a hand to wander down to her most precious of places.
“God I’m so wet… this is fucking stupid…” Taylor groaned softly, neither shocked or surprised when her fingers quickly encountered the rapidly growing puddle between her thighs.
Though Taylor honestly couldn’t tell if the puddle was newly formed, or was just a remainder of the earlier releases… she’d managed to achieve while sexting with Amy.
Not that it really mattered.
Because the moment Taylor’s dexterous fingers found her clit, Taylor lost all conscious control of her body.
Becoming nothing but a passenger in her own body as she gave into the needs of her flesh, visions of her golden eyed goddess in a bikini swimming in her mind.
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As stiff fingers parted her labia, and a third began teasing at her burning needy depths.
It was all Taylor could do to suppress her needy moans down to a soft whimper.
It wasn’t enough, Taylor wanted to moan, wanted to scream out her lust and satisfaction for all the world to hear.
But she didn’t.
She couldn’t!
Her unlocked memories of her time with the Clements, poking the back of her mind with the information that Taylor really was just that loud.
And neither could she just bite her lip and get her satisfaction that way.
Taylor seriously didn’t need the knowing eyebrow that her nominally too depressed to be there, father would give her.
Her only option was to sacrifice her pillow and scream into it instead.
So Taylor did just that, throwing all her not inconsiderable willpower into forcing herself to flip onto her stomach, and clamped her mouth onto her pillow.
Just in time too as second finger joined her first in exploring her hidden depths, her thumb beginning to stroke and press on her joy buzzer.
And it was as Taylor’s thumb started its assault on her clit that Taylor lost all control, clamping down onto her pillow with enough force that she felt her mouth fill with shredded cotton, her free hand carving furrows into the thick padding of her mattress straight through her comforter.
Stars exploding behind her eyes, even as a burning pain developed on her forehead.
Not that Taylor cared or minded, too lost in the throes of ecstasy to feel the range of her Awareness balloon in size and potency.
Coming down from her orgasm, Taylor slumped fully down onto her bed, too tired to even fully stretch herself out.
It was just as she was starting to pass out that Taylor had a delightfully sinful idea, and began blindly pawing for her phone, and ended up having to expend the slight amount of effort to turn her head (and spitting out the chunk of destroyed pillow trapped in her mouth) before she found it.
Only just managing to send off a text before she was forcibly taken into the arms of Morpheus.
And for the first time in seven months, got a full eight hours of uninterrupted sleep.
Completely unaware that a particular AI was already making her life more complicated, heralded by her Disguise Kit in the corner of her room emitting a catchy if understated jingle.
(The Lewdening Has Ended! Everyone Back To Your Posts!)
When Taylor next awoke it was to the sound of bird songs, the beautiful pre-dawn light, and an incredibly sore back from sleeping essentially in a modified downward facing dog pose, naked ass proudly posed in the air.
She was also sticky from sweat and other… fluids, and her room smelled about halfway between a gym and a brothel.
But all that didn’t matter because Taylor felt good.
No, Taylor felt amazing.
She felt rested, and her ribs weren’t even bothering her anymore.
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“And to think all I had to do was ruin another pillow to get a decent night’s sleep!” Taylor chuckled to herself rolling out her bed, becoming slightly confused to find her phone in hand.
Why it was there and how it got there Taylor wasn’t sure, as a cursory look showed no new messages received or sent.
Maybe she’d thought to text Amy before passing out? That sounded plausible… right?
Shrugging at the in continuity, Taylor tossed down her phone and went about setting out her school uniform for the day and going about her morning ablutions.
(And pulling a replacement pillow out of the stockpile that her mother insisted she get and keep “For Such Occasions,” ever since Taylor had turned ten)
Marveling at the fact that her morning ablutions, we’re in fact morning ablutions for once.
Completely missing as the screen her phone briefly flashed with Message Received before becoming a notification of Message Deleted, before those too were wiped away.
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Mina and Nona 8 Hours Prior:
Waking with as gasp as a pair of uncomfortable devices began to buzz with a message received in a pair of uncomfortable yet pleasurable places.
The pair of crimson hair gingers were quick about removing their wet and slightly sticky phone’s from within the depths of their twin’s sensitive abused cavity.
Needs must when you were flat broke.
Say what you will about Brockton Bay’s rent prices, affording anything more than a dingy studio apartment and the tuition for Immaculata was a bit much for a pair of eighteen year olds.
Even a pair as proficient at their… extra curricular activities… as Mina and Nona were.
“Nona, remind me to shoot whoever is texting us at this hour.” Mina groaned, trying in vain to clean off her phone
“Preferably in the face…” Nona groaned in agreement, not even bothering to try and clean off her own cheap ass flip phone, instead cuddling into her sister’s side in a vain attempt to fall back to sleep.
“There! Now who the fuck are we murdering for…“ Mina started having finally cleaned off her phone enough for it to be usable, only to trail off as she read the message and saw who it was from.
“Well? Who are we going to murder?” Nona grunted, cracking open a bloodshot eye to stare at her sister.
Mina just wordlessly turned the phone so that she could see, breath already speeding up with excitement.
Unknown Number:
Mina, Nona no panties day tomorrow.
-Taylor
And suddenly Nona, much like Mina, was suddenly no longer tired.
“I’ll get the staff, you confirm the number and get started on the other girls!” Nona squealed, working quickly to clean off her phone, confirming that she had indeed gotten the same text message.
“I’ll start from the bottom, go from the top when you finish with the staff!” Mina agreed easily, glad their phone bills were already paid off for the month.
Neither were really surprised that The Queen had their numbers already despite neither having ever given it to their Mistress.
Taylor just always kinda knew things from what they could tell.
The fact that you could only ever really find her when she wanted to be found also made the whole Mystery of Taylor Hebert, ever so more intriguing for the twins.
A Mystery that they were ever so eager to crack.
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Immaculata Campus 7:25 A.M.
Taylor:
Standing before Immaculata’s Campus as was her daily ritual.
Taylor was trying her best to once more cement herself within the mask that was her true face.
But found the whole practice far more difficult this morning than it ever had before.
Why?
Because Taylor was entirely too distracted to even begin focusing on centering herself.
Apparently at some point either yesterday or sometime during the night her Awareness had exploded in range and strength.
And now Taylor was intimately aware of practically everyone within a dozen feet of her, and at least peripherally aware of people up to a couple dozen yards.
Which was how Taylor now knew that every girl (even the female teachers) she passed or were passing her, into Immaculata was going completely and totally commando.
And because of the new strength of her Awareness, Taylor practically had a PoV shot of what they looked like, and probably felt like, her heightened senses allowing her to almost taste them on the breeze.
It was all Taylor could do not to lose control of herself.
It was sensing Mina and Nona through her awareness that finally kicked Taylor’s ass into gear in the end.
There was no way in Hell that she’d let the twins see her at any less than her best, and surrender advantage in their little dominance game.
Moving into the school before the twins could see her, Taylor took refuge in a bathroom, while she fully centered herself and donned her mask.
Coming to a horrible realization in the process.
That if everyone else in the school body had been alerted to not wear panties except Taylor herself.
Then The Queen had finally decided to make an open move against Taylor herself! How exactly that’d work with Taylor wearing panties and everyone else not, Taylor didn’t exactly know.
But knowing better than to risk it quickly removed her rather damp pair of cotton panties, stuffing the offending article deep in a sub pocket of her backpack, her bra joining the panties a moment later when she remembered how many of her classmates had gone commando.
“I am fucking screwed!” Taylor whispered to herself, before marching out into the rest of the student body, trying ever so hard to ignore the tantalizing sights appearing within her Awareness, or the pleasurable tickling breeze of the air against her suddenly inadequately short feeling skirt.
It was all Taylor could do to hope that the constant breeze kept her thighs dried and her stockings unruined.
The hallways filled with whispers and giggles from girls who couldn’t believe that “The Queen would ask for something so Naughty,” or were otherwise busy having fun with how much freedom they had without panties.
Oddly enough Taylor didn’t see either Mina or Nona for her first class and was now halfway to her second class without either girl approaching her.
Only occasionally catching glimpses of the duo on the edge of her Awareness.
It took an embarrassingly long moment for Taylor to realize just how boisterous the hallways were for her to finally realize that she’d been running around the school in full stealth mode.
Facepalming lightly, Taylor suppressed her urge to be hidden, her need to move unseen and to be unbothered.
The results were obvious and immediate.
With both twins snapping their heads in Taylor’s direction, and moving with startlingly swift speed towards her.
Taylor made a mental note to make a call later.
Moments later before the crowd around could even really begin to quiet down as was their habit, the twins were already bracketing Taylor, prompting her to smirk lightly.
Embracing the duo as they immediately started flirting with her, pulling on her shirt and slipping their hands underneath.
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“Mina, Nona, good morning.” Taylor sighed, letting her hands stray down to their hips briefly before continuing her walk to their next class.
“Tayloooor! Where were you? We couldn't find you!” The twins whined in concert, pressing in tight and hampering Taylor’s ability to walk. “Were you mad at us?” “Yeah, did you mean that only we were supposed to come in commando?” “We’re sorry!”
“Mad at you? Oh no I was just rather distracted, sorry I-“ Taylor started only to freeze as something the twins had said finally clicked.
Pulling the twins into one of the many empty classrooms from when the school segregated the genders of its students.
“Sit!” Taylor commanded, snapping her fingers and pointing at a spot on the floor.
Squeaking a “Yes Mistress!” causing the usually aggressive twins to plop onto their knees down on the floor, vibrating on the spot.
Taylor tried to resist, really she did.
She knew that if she’d let her instincts take charge, then she’d have one hell of a time getting them back under control…
But hadn’t Overlord’s philosophy lessons been all about being true to herself hadn’t they?
Why shouldn’t she… Indulge… herself a little?
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Mina and Nona:
Mina and Nona knew that they’d fucked up, they knew it instantly.
Seeing Taylor go from her normally happy and vaguely amused look to being downright serious and focused (and not the sexy kind) said as much.
The fact she dragged the sisters into an empty (if thankfully clean) classroom made all the warning sirens blaring in their heads even worse.
This wasn’t the normal Taylor they were used to dealing with.
This wasn’t the blushing lesbian just discovering her sexual preferences.
This wasn’t the intriguing competent Mistress who’d reversed their little game back onto them in one move.
This was someone dangerous, someone lethal, someone who’d bend the duo over and break their spines with nary a single wasted moment in their side business.
So of course when Taylor commanded them to sit Mina and Nona immediately responded with a cheeky, “Yes Mistress!”
And suddenly they were no longer dealing with The Scary Taylor with a killer's eyes, and Mina and Nona wanted to collapse in relief.
No, they were dealing with Mistress Taylor now.
Mina and Nona honestly didn’t know if they were in any less danger now or if it was far more than before.
“Mistress huh? Very well my little fox kits. I’ll be your Mistress.” Taylor purred, turning around and sauntering towards the now squirming twins, reaching down and brushing their hair back along the sides of their heads, before suddenly turning violent and grabbing a fistful and yanking back so the twins were forced to meet her vivid scarlet eyes.
“And if you want Mistress to be kind then you’ll answer her questions honestly and quickly yes? Who knows, if you’re good girls… Maybe I’ll Reward you.” Taylor husked, standing back up and walking past, leaving her shoes behind in the process. “Eyes front!”
Snapping to attention, Mina and Nona locked their eyes on the age stained window in front of them, even as the sound of a dragging chair behind them urged them to look forward.
“Now girls you mentioned that I told you today you had to go commando. How and when did I do this?” Taylor asked sweetly, causing a bead of sweat to trickle down Mina and Nina’s spines.
“You texted us late last night Mistress!” The Twins found themselves squeaking out, as Taylor’s presence and the implied command to answer dragged the truth from their lips.
“Good girls… phones?” Taylor asked, her hand reaching into view, and Mina and Nona had to scramble to present their devices all while not looking away from the window in front of them.
“Hmmm… naughty vixens…” Taylor hummed, obviously noticing the lingering scents that stained the devices, before going quiet as she obviously looked through them.
“Well luckily for you that is indeed my number, best make sure you save it yes? I’ll even give you something to use as a profile picture…” Taylor purred, there was a brief pause and some shifting sounds, and a pair of camera clicks, and the phones were once more presented to the twins, who quickly took the devices and tucked them away.
They’d have to see what the pictures were later.
“Now girls why would I tell-,” Taylor started only to cut herself off, the sound of a slapping sound echoing out from behind them, as a much less sexy sounding and far more grumpy Taylor continued after a brief pause. “Mina, Nona, am I The Queen that everyone keeps going on about?” She demanded, sounding like she already knew the answer but was no less resigned to hear yet.
“Erm… yes Mistress… you didn’t know?” The Twins found themselves asking, trying hard to keep the amusement off their faces and out of their voices.
“No I did not… in retrospect I honestly should have figured it out sooner though…” Taylor answered with a deep sigh, and Mina and Nona wanted to turn around to try and comfort her… or laugh at her because it was a rather funny situation… but before a decision could be made Taylor came back into herself snapping out a sultry and commanding.
“Now! You have answered my questions… and I suppose I did say that I might reward the two of you… sit still and keep your backs straight!” Taylor purred.
And with the feeling of their skirts being brushed aside, Mina and Nona understood how exactly Taylor planned to reward them.
As the top of her stocking clad foot pressed up and underneath them, as Taylor began to rhythmically grind her foot up into their bare, drooling, need pussies.
Or at least that was the plan, a plan that was interrupted a moment later by the warning bell going off and once more prolonging their suffering.
“Oops… it appears our little game ran a bit long… don’t worry girls I’m sure we’ll go about it quicker next time…” Taylor purred, quickly retracting her feet before marching past them to slip back on her brown school loafers, prominent wet marks staining the tops of her feet.
“~Come along you two we mustn’t be late for class~!” Taylor singsonged, and the twins followed leaving behind nought but an errant chair, and two suspicious puddles where the twins had sat.
The rest of the school day continued in a similar vein, with Taylor coming up with some obscure way to torture Mina and Nona into a puddle before inevitably finding a way to force the game to a halt just before either sister could cum.
It was maddening and ever so delightful.
It all came to a head however, when the trio marched into the last class of the day. Computer Science with Mrs. Moore.
And found the leading teacher missing from the class.
Mrs. Moore was a rather interesting person, being the school librarian, one of the youngest teachers in the school, and quite obviously having a killer bod.
Not many people really understood just how much of a looker the computer science teacher really was, because the women dressed like they were still in the nineteen fifties!
That hadn’t stopped Taylor from quite obviously looking the teacher over when they’d passed her during lunch however.
“Nona! Under her desk, no cumming unless our dear Mrs. Moore does, the sweetheart obviously didn’t get the memo about today’s uniform and has been missing out on all the fun! Quickly now before anyone else from the class shows up!” Taylor commanded, snapping towards the desk.
Nona eagerly complied, sticking her tongue out towards Mina before vanishing under.
Class from there started normally, with the other students trickling in, followed by Mrs. Moore herself, who for her part plopped herself in front of her desk and began taking attendance.
Coming to a stuttering stop when she came to Nona’s name, Mrs. Moore tried valiantly to continue the class as normal before eventually breaking down and informing the class to just have a free period.
It was the last class of the day so no one was really surprised, and just went about their day playing games on the computers or doing homework, some even leaving the class early.
All in all only about half the class remained, and so it was only for half the class that poor sweet Mrs. Moore had to try and hide her pleasure from.
Mina hated it and just thought it wasn’t fair, routinely glancing back towards Mrs. Moore as she (poorly) tried to hide the fact that her sister was under her desk eating her out.
“If you can get back there without anyone noticing… you can give Mrs. Moore something to snack on. Just so long as it’s out of view of everyone else. We wouldn’t want to spoil her game wouldn’t we?” Taylor suddenly purred into Mina’s ear, her quick dexterous fingers sliding along the buttons of Mina’s shirt undoing the top and leaving the garment to hang open, exposing her bare breasts.
“Go get her tiger!” Taylor added with a wink before unzipping Mina skirt as well.
Mina moved in a blur, dashing to the back of the class with enough speed and agility that only Taylor seemed able to notice.
And just as some of the other students started to look up and glance around, Mina pounced on the teacher, quietly knocking her down and out of sight behind her desk.
Giving the startled teacher a quick french kiss, before spinning around and plopping herself down onto said teacher's face.
Meeting her twin's eyes as both came to the understanding that becoming their Mistress’ followers had been the best decision ever.
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Chapter End