Chimera
cyberdiva © 2006

She was beautiful and moved gracefully. It seemed that even LaQuisha's sweat emanated pure sex-appeal and she loved it. Her sister, Mishaun, seemed to be the polar opposite. What a difference three minutes could make. Mishaun was three minutes younger than her identical twin LaQuisha, but life had dealt them light-years of differences.

Mishaun had suffered a mental breakdown when she was 21. During the initial psychotic break she was also the victim of a hit and run driver. Three years later, extensive physical therapy, psychoanalysis and whatever else they do in the hospital, Mishaun returned to a home that she barely knew. Very few people even knew that Mishaun had returned to live in Attmore. Meanwhile, LaQuisha was at the top of her game. LaQuisha had just been offered an upper level management position at Iced Graphics, LLC and was doing some serious mattress dancing with the COO of the company - Nolasco Washington.

So, while LaQuisha learned the inner workings of Iced Graphics. Mishaun learned how to order shipments at, Top Hits, the local video store. Mishaun hated working there. She didn't have to work anyway, there were millions left and invested from the accident. Mishaun would fall asleep at night wondering what cruel fate had caused all of this to happen to her. She patiently waited knowing that one day something would happen just for her.

Mishaun had agreed to allow some of her settlement money to be used to purchase a home and LaQuisha moved in on the pretense of needing to take care of her sister. LaQuisha often entertained her 'company' at the house. Mishaun would listen and yearn to do the things that she heard her sister doing. Mishaun would often masturbate and pretend to do the wonderfully wicked things that she heard. Her sister, LaQuisha would often scream and the loud whacks that Mishaun heard would heighten her own sexual feelings and desires. Mishaun knew that LaQuisha enjoyed spanking, caning and basically most forms of deviance and those things sounded like heaven to Mishaun's ears. One night, LaQuisha had come home from Audacity, the local dungeon, so full of an endorphin high that they sat down consumed a bottle or two of wine and LaQuisha told her of such painful and erotic things that Mishaun actually wet her panties while listening. LaQuisha often told Mishaun of her escapades at Audacity. Mishaun listened intently, yearning, knowing inside that things wouldn't always be the way they were now.

Then it happened. One weekend Nolasco came rushing up to the house. Mishaun started not to open the door, but decided to do so just to tell him that her sister wasn't home. She was shocked when she immediately felt a rush of sexual heat when as the door opened. Mishaun opened the door but could not say anything at first.

"Hey, sexy ass", Nolasco said.
"Hello Sir", Mishaun replied in her timid voice.
"Mmm, wow your training is really paying off. You actually sound subservient. I like it."
He walked past her.
Where's your sister?
"She's not home."
"Excellent", he said.
"It's going to be a loud, long weekend. I didn't want to have to gag you, good."

Mishaun could smell a mild scent of alcohol when he brushed past her. She tried to interrupt to tell him that the sister who wasn't home was actually who he was there to see.
"But . . .", she started
"Did, I ask you a question or tell you to speak"?, asked Nolasco.

Mishaun shook her head from side to side. . . .

Mishaun found herself in her sister LaQuisha's room bent over the ottoman at the foot of the bed. Nolasco had ordered her to this position and she dared not move for fear of stopping the sexual electricity that was running through her body. Plus, she realized that she was way too far into this charade to stop it now. She moaned loudly with each smack of Nolasco's hand as it made contact with her ass. Mishaun's passion was obvious as he could easily see her juices run down her thighs. When Nolasco stopped spanking her, he swiped some of the juices from her upper thigh and fed them to her. Mishaun hungrily sucked away her own juices from Nolasco's fingers. He smiled at her and kissed her on the face.

Few words were spoken that evening. Mishaun did as she was told and enjoyed every minute of it until right around midnight. Mishaun had been sleeping lightly when Nolasco went to the closet and turned to approached the bed. Mishaun thought that she had just gone too long without her glasses because she could swear that the man coming towards had two cocks. She wiped her eyes a bit but the vision didn't change. She grabbed for her glasses. Nolasco went about securing Mishaun's arms to the headboard with leather cuffs. He left one leg free and bound the other one so that it attached to the headboard as well.

He then smiled down at her as he applied lube to the strap-on and to Mishaun's ass hole. Her breathing was slow, low and deep.

"Baby, tonight is the night. You've been asking for this for some time and you have been so responsive tonight that I want to reward you, my pet."

Mishaun couldn't say a word. She dared not to say a word. She wanted everything Nolasco wanted her to have, but she didn't know how this would work. Instinctively she paid attention to her breathing and concentrated on relaxing into the exquisite feelings that she was having.

Nolasco eased his cock into her pussy first. He moaned and stopped for a minute then gently began to push the strap-on dick into Mishaun's ass. Mishaun winced, and moaned but inch by inch Mishaun's body began to fill up. He flipped a switch that he held by her ear and the strap-on dick began to pulsate. Nolasco quickly fixed the fasteners to Mishaun's body around her thighs, just under her ass cheeks. The strap-on cock was now firmly in place. He put her free leg over his shoulder and pushed the remainder of his rock-hard cock straight into her sopping wet pussy. Mishaun screamed. She screamed for what felt like forever. Nolasco periodically increased the pulsation of the strap-on which seemed to give him additional vigor and his own strokes became more intense. Mishaun screamed out one climax after another. Her arms pulled on her restraints. Her fingers and toes curled. Nolasco would not stop. It seemed that he could not stop. He was enjoying the feelings of her body under his and enjoying the extreme tightness of her pussy in conjunction with the pulsating cock that he could feel through Mishaun's inner skin. Nolasco was enjoying her screams. They both had several earth-shattering orgasms. She fell asleep with the strap-on still inside of her quivering ass.

Early in the morning, Nolasco awoke and whispered into her ear, "I need to go drop off an express package, but I'll be right back. Get some rest. Take a shower, and I'll be back shortly and you can help me get dressed."

She nodded her head and looked up at him with pleading eyes. He smiled down at her and ever so slowly unhooked the fasteners and slid the strap on from her open and sore ass. Her feelings began to overwhelm her as she went about her tasks. She made decisions several serious decisions before Nolasco returned.

When he returned, Mishaun bathed and dressed him. Then he went about picking out an outfit for Mishaun and told her to put it on for him. She did. She enjoyed every single one of these new feelings. Mishaun knew that she didn't want this to end either.

Today it was Mishaun who was beautiful, who moved gracefully. It seemed that even her sweat emanated pure sex-appeal and she loved it. Mishaun was alive, more alive than she'd felt in years. They had an early brunch and went shopping for some erotic clothing. Nolasco even remarked that he was surprised by some of the risqué things that his pet was purchasing. She even purchased a chainmail bodice for him. Nolasco said that he liked the new change in her.

Three weeks passed before they saw each other; they met at the Zanzibar Cafe' for dinner.

"Where in the world have you been, LaQuisha? Hey, where are the glasses you had on the other week? They were so sexy," said Nolasco.

"Remember, I don't wear glasses, silly," smiled Mishaun.

Nolasco looked at her strangely, "Yeh, but they were so hot and it sure seemed like you needed them to see the other weekend."

"I've been wearing contacts for years, dearest", replied Mishaun. LaQuisha did not wear glasses so she knew she had to take care of that detail and she knew how.

Nolasco seemed to accept the answer. He was more concerned about her abrupt resignation from Iced Graphics. Mishaun simply said that she'd had to help her sister go back into the hospital and that she just needed some time. She also shared with him that she would rather work on humanitarian issues instead of working so she wouldn't be returning to Iced Graphics.

Mishaun couldn't believe that her plan was working. She took a long swallow of her sangria and smiled. She realized that her sister, LaQuisha, would only be medicated more as she screamed and cried and tried to tell the orderlies and doctors that she was not the twin with the mental problem. As she placed her menu aside, she wondered what Nolasco would order for her and what the weekend would hold in store. She wondered what Nolasco would do when she shared her plans to surprise him with a BDSM themed cruise. She knew that he wanted to go and she was ready to begin her new life as her sister - LaQuisha. She secretly thought that she had to legally change her name at some point and that she wasn't going to be called LaQuisha.

"LaQuisha, what are you thinking about?" asked Nolasco.

"I think I'm going to legally change my name. Do you want to name me, Sir?" she smiled.

Nolasco smiled back at her as the waitress approached their table and requested their order.