Danse Macabre

Mississippi slid one of her hands down and ran ger fingers through Artemis hair as she kissed the girl. She began to grab individual strands of hair and run her thumb and index finger long them as if she was trying to feel for something. She let out a coo as they continued to kiss to let Artemis know that she was enjoying it as well.

But then suddenly her hand grabbed a fist full of Artemis' hair and tugged so that Artemis would look up into Mississippi's eyes. The woman would look down as though she had not just done that and look into Artemis' eyes. "So... I give ya free reign over mah body an all yer lookin ta do is snog? C'mon, chery." Mississppi pushed her other hand, the one that held the burlap doll up between the girl's thighs. "Now... I know if I go pokin an proddin, you'll have a nice llil drippin faucet for me. Ain't I right?"? She asked smoothly. pressing the doll against Artemis' panties and extending her index finger to tickle Artemis' panties gently as she looked at Artemis.

"Ever done it in a coffin, cherry?" She asked curiously.

Artemis pressed herself right up close to her fellow blonde as they kissed, as Mississippi ran her hand through her hair. Artemis wrapped her arms around Mississippi's waist as she lost herself...

...until Mississippi suddenly jerked her back to reality. She screamed out as the American pulled her hair hard. Tears formed in her eyes uncontrollably at how much it hurt. She stared up into her deep, red eyes that seemed to penetrate right to her soul...
She gasped as Mississippi touched her down below, making her painfully aware of the small wet spot that had been forming in her panties. Mississippi's accusation hurt her.
"I thought you were leading..." she'd whisper, her hands holding onto Mississippi's, trying to stop her in case she tried to pull her hair right out. She now felt confused and scared; what was she doing here?
She'd shake her head at Miss' question. "What do you want from me?" she'd quietly ask in reply.

Mississippi looked down at Artemis smoothly as she screamed and worry began to fill her voice. Mississippi began to let Artemis' hair slide fromher fingers until there was a single hair between her thumb and forefinger. She then looked into Artemis' eyes and gve the hair a yank. She said nothing to Artemis and then held up the doll and wrapped the hair around the neck of the dolls. Mississippi then lifyed up the doll and gave it a kiss. "Feel that, chery?" She asked and then turned around.

Mississippi then walked over to an old looking dresser and fished throug it. "Take dem panties a yers off, cherry." She said gently as she pulled out what looked like a black leather collar from the drawer. "Dis all the adornments y'all be needing."

Mississippi slid back to Artemis and lookd her over. She lifted up the collar and pushed it onto Artemis' neck. "Ya want me to answer yer question, cherry?"

She turned around andstepped out of her panties, revealing her naked ass to Artemis. Now she only had the doll in her hand.

"Anythin an ev'rythin, cherry." She said as she casually reached back to pull Artemis by the collar and lead her into the next room.

Artemis would give another little cry as Mississippi pulled a single strand of her hair free. Mississippi was so calm and in control, yet she scared Artemis...but Artemis felt some form of rage building inside her. She hadn't come here to be walked over by some crazy, gothic girl. She hadn't come to be submissive...so why was she? It was all some sort of shock, that she knew she had to shake herself out of...

But when Mississippi wrapped her hair around the doll's neck, all of a sudden, she felt different. She felt faintly as if she was being held, like a giant invisible hand had wrapped itself around her body and legs, holding her, but not squeezing tightly. As Mississippi kissed the doll, she felt her lips on her forehead. She felt stunned more than scared now. How was this even possible? Artemis had grown up around myths and legends all her life, but she had always just known them as fables and stories. What was this power Mississippi had?

Her eyes wide and her mouth open, she followed Mississippi's commands wordlessly. She slid her thumbs into her panties and pulled them down to the floor, leaving her totally naked. When Mississippi revealed the collar, somewhere deep down she felt insulted. Didn't she say something about fighting? All those thoughts seemed clouded now with her hair wrapped around the doll...why would she do that? She would raise her head slightly to make it easier for Miss to attach it onto her neck. She felt it clip tightly around her, a constant reminder. She looked down at Mississippi's hand holding the doll, and the single strand of hair wrapped around its neck; a collar of its own.

Artemis would let out a breathless gasp as Mississippi grabbed her collar and began to lead her, following her wordlessly, feeling as if she was floating on air.

Mississippi could feel the change in Artemis. Even if it was psychosomantic, it always mused the mortician. She pulled on the collar casually and lead Artemis towards the next room. "Down south, we live an easy life, cheery. Guess some folk call it the life o' reilly or somethin a that sort. You're so impatient, so tense. Ya just need ta relax a bit."

With that said, she pulled Artemis into her bed chambers. It was lit only by the gentle glow of an oil lamp which flickered softly, casting eerie shdows on the room. Much the same decor furnished this room. Cobwebs, musk, creepy knives, skulls that looked like they might be real. Fermaldehyde jars, tubes, etc.

there were two distinguishing features, however. One was the very large canipy bed with the black lace and cobwebs hanging over it, black silk sheets that made it eerily inviting and, off to the side, a full blown coffin, that looked prestine and equally luxurious. It looked big as well, as if possibly made for a couple or a single large person.

Mississippi let Artamis take in the room for a few moments before she tugged hard on Artemis' collar to throw her towards the coffin, giving her a shove with her hand on Artemis' ass so she stumbled into the coffin. "D'you like itcherry?" She asked softly as she stalked towards Artemis slowly.

Artemis' vision was fogged as she was practically dragged into Mississippi's bedroom. She barely took in any of the room, except for the large bed which looked so comfy...The faint lighting made everything seem dreamlike; it didn't quite feel real. If she had taken in properly what was in the room, no doubt she would have been completely freaked.

Time felt slow for Artemis, but it moved quickly. Before she knew what was happening, Mississippi had practically thrown her into the large coffin. Artemis had given a little yelp as Mississippi grabbed her collar and bum and pushed, causing Artemis to stumble and fall face first into the coffin. Fortunately due to the padding, and the face Artemis had been able to get her hands in front of her, the fall didn't hurt, but her legs hung out of the coffin, leaving her ass exposed in the air. Artemis slowly turned her head over her shoulder to look back at Miss. Her red eyes were staring straight back into hers, stalking her like a lion; and Artemis was her food. She felt meek and submissive in front of her hunter...she knew she was going to leap on her and do whatever she damn well please with her, whether Artemis wanted her to or not. So, she lay back down in the coffin, giving out a little "Mmm..." in response to Mississippi's question, wriggling her hips as she tried to get into it properly and wait...wait for the lion to strike.

Mississippi saw Artemis flop over the edge of the coffin and lifted up her hand to cover her mouth while she let out a forced, yet dainty giggle at the clumsy blonde's expense. "Sure you can be a lil more graceful than all that, cherry." She scolded lightly, knowing the girl had been pushed and had no choice but to plop unceremoniously into the coffin.

But the mortician strode up and when she was close, she bent down and pressed the tops of her palms into the craning ass cheeks of Artemis, letting her fingers, one by one, push gently down on the exposed flesh before she pulled her hands down and cupped her hands on each beautiful cheek. Mississippi then bent over, so her chest pushed into Artemis' ass and kissed the flesh on the small of the girl's back. She nipped at it with her teeth before pushing out her tongue and letting it slide all down Artsmis' body, the back until it found the grove in her ass. She slid it all along the crack until she was on the underside, like a predator hunting for the exposed underside of her prey. When the tongue found the pink slitted treasure, Mississippi dug her fingernails into Artemis' ass and forced her tongue into the girl's pussy deeply.

Artemis bit her lip and blushed as Mississippi giggled at her, letting out an embarrassed "Ooooh...". She felt Misssissippi's eyes piercing into her, knowing that she was staring straight at her exposed, on display behind. She'd begin to try and scramble into the coffin, to make herself a little less exposed when she felt Mississippi's hands cup her ass and begin to fondle her. Artemis would let out a little sigh and relax, letting out tiny moans of pleasure as Mississippi explored her.

She felt the larger girl lean over her, pressing herself into Artemis, beginning to kiss down her back. Artemis closed her eyes, in total bliss at Mississippi's carress. Her kisses, her touches....it all had Artemis seduced. As Mississippi's lips reached her butt, she did something Artemis had never suspected and began to explore down in between her cheeks. Artemis' eyes opened in shock; "Ooohohohohohohoh" she'd moan, feeling the wet tounge probe and slide down further. It felt so kinky...so exciting, to have this girl go where no one had gone before. As she kept sliding down, Mississippi reached Artemis' now soaking wet pussy. She'd be able to taste the Greek girl before she even entered into her. However, as she probed right into her with her tounge, Artemis would yell out in ecstasy "Ahhhh!" She'd instintively grab out onto the side of the coffin with her left hand to hold her steady, as she began rocking her hips back and forth in time with Mississippi's tounge. Closing her eyes and whimpering in pleasure, Artemis' right hand would wander down to her breast, beginning to fondle herself, completely overtaken with pleasure.

Mississippi felt Artemis' body give in to the pleasure she was receiving. She couldn't help but let a little smile twitch at the corner of her lips. Her tongue rolled in, pushing into Artemis' dripping sex. She let out a hot breath through her nostrils and pushed further, the tip of her nose dipping between Artemis' cheeks a little bit, showing off her increasing eagerness to pleasure the girl.

Her fingers and hands, bean to wander a bit, caressing Artemis' ass at first, rubbing it and dragging her nails. She then slid them down along Artemis' legs and began to feel her supple thighs and calves. The hand with the doll in it, leaving a rougher sensation than he free hand.