Disclaimer: The following story is a fictional tale about an actress in a play who participates in lesbian rape of a fellow actress. As always real rape is a crime and if you don’t understand the difference you shouldn’t be on here in the first place.
“The wings. Her wings are spreading. Mary, please don’t. Don’t.”
The director frowned and paced across the stage. He rubbed his bald head, a gesture everyone in the room knew he used while thinking. Then, he looked up and pierced the actress with his brown eyes. “Tell me about a time that was one of the scariest moments of your life.”
Danielle wasn’t sure how to answer that to someone she only knew in a professional setting. Her body tensed and her eyes filled with pain. “I…”
A knowing look flashed across the director’s eye. He quickly shook his head “Not about a time where you were hurt. Just a time when something made you jump out of your skin and it turned out to be nothing at all. A bump in the house that turned out to be the washing machine. A creepy shadow that turned out to be a pile of clothes. Something to get you in the right mood for the scene without harming you. Scary, but not painfully scary.”
Danielle let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding and felt her body relax. She quickly took her mind off of what she had originally thought. After a few moments, she ran her fingers through her medium length brown hair and answered “There was a time when I thought I saw a snake but it was a strip of rubber. It made me jump out of my skin until I shined my phone light on it when I noticed it didn’t move or make a sound.”
“Excellent. Embrace the feeling you had then and add a little more to it. Close your eyes. Imagine how you felt before it happened. You look down and see it! You’re afraid of getting bitten. Imagine hearing a rattle and thinking it’s a rattlesnake. It’s angry at you and you can’t avoid it.”
“The wings! Her wings are spreading! Mary, please, please don’t! Don’t!”
“Good, almost there. You have embraced being afraid. Now, become Abigail Williams and release your fear onto the stage!”
“She’s going to come down! She’s walking the beam! Look out! She’s coming down! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
“Excellent, marvelous, that’s what I like to see in an ascending actress like yourself! Do it just like that. Embrace your own fear then become Abigail Willaims!” The director’s phone at that moment chirped in his pocket. “Ah, time sure does fly by quickly,” he muttered softly. In a loud booming voice he proclaimed “Alright people that’s all for today. Remember, dress rehearsal at 1:00 pm tomorrow!”
The director swiftly clapped his hands and exited the stage. Danielle felt the confidence in the air until she saw a fellow actress with a frown upon her face. “Hey, Danielle.”
“What’s wrong Martha?”
“The director was pretty hard on me today.” Martha twirled her long blonde hair with one of her fingers. “I think I need some help with my lines. Can you help me right now? There is not another time I would be able to practice.”
Danielle didn’t have any further plans for the evening. Something about what Martha said seemed off. She didn’t remember the director being hard on Martha. Then again, Danielle was more focused on her own performance and could have just missed it. “Ok” she agreed. Martha smiled “Thank you. Can we go to one of the rooms? I just like to practice without feeling the pressure of the stage first.” Danielle also agreed to this, though something about Martha seemed strange. Danielle shrugged off the feeling. Martha was probably just jittery. Lots of new actors and actresses became jittery before a performance, Danielle reasoned.
The pair went into a medium sized room with a couch and a chair. Danielle sat on the couch while Martha picked the chair. For some reason, Danielle still felt uneasy. She couldn’t quite place the uneasy feeling. Nothing appeared to be out of the ordinary. There wasn’t anything unusual about two actresses practicing lines together after a rehearsal. Yet something just felt off. The pair practiced their lines for a few scenes. After a little bit of practicing, Danielle had gotten into character and the strange feeling passed. Then, Martha moved a little closer to Danielle and smiled.
“You know Danielle, I appreciate you helping me. You are so sweet, kind, and very beautiful.”
Something about that last compliment made the hairs on the back of Danielle’s neck stand up. “Thank you,” she simply said. Martha smiled with another gleam in her eye. The strange feeling Danielle felt earlier returned and the atmosphere in the room felt awkward, especially when Martha spoke next. “Everyone’s probably gone by now.”
Suddenly Danielle became aware that Martha was between her and the door out of the room. “Wh…What do you mean?” Danielle’s heart beat slightly faster. A sense of danger and dread replaced the awkward feeling. She felt trapped as if she were in a cage.
Martha rose from the chair and sat on the opposite end of the couch. Danielle’s heart thudded a little faster as the danger feeling slowly grew. “I’m very thirsty Danielle. I need someone to help me quench my thirst.” Desire and lust could be seen within Martha’s green eyes. “You’re that someone” she stated.
Danielle’s heart was gripped with fear. “You’re not talking about liquid.” She had been assaulted before by a man she trusted. Afterwards, her father…no she couldn’t think about that right now. Danielle pushed the past behind her and buried it within. Now wasn’t the time to process it when a woman wanted her body. Disgust and shame filled Danielle’s soul. Old unwanted feelings surfaced too despite her best efforts to push away the past. Danielle knew she was in trouble and had no idea how to get herself out.
Martha moved closer to Danielle. “You’re right. I’m not.” Danielle shook her head “No. I’m not a lesbian. I’m straight.” Martha smiled. “You haven’t ever wondered what it would be like to be with a woman?” “No, my family would be displeased,” Danielle answered quickly. Danielle avoided thinking about the time her father found out she was no longer a virgin. He was not gentle with her, even though she had refused to give up her virginity. Martha moved even closer to Danielle, who felt trapped against the arm of the couch. “Please don’t do this, we’re friends.” Friends was probably a stretch since they really only knew each other through acting in the play, but Danielle hoped the plea would work. “All the more reason for us to play,” Martha answered, “Friends play with each other all the time. I’m not hurting you at all. In fact I’m going to make us both feel good. Don’t you like to feel good Danielle?”
Martha pressed her body against Danielle. Her face got closer and closer to Danielle’s lips. “No,” Danielle whispered. Martha’s lips slowly got closer and closer to Danielle’s. Finally, Martha gave Danielle a soft kiss. Danielle’s body was frozen and tense. “Please…” Danielle pleaded after the kiss was over. “I know it felt good Danielle” Martha softly said. Martha’s hands caressed Danielle’s body. “I know your body wants to feel good. That’s all I’m doing Danielle. I won’t hurt you, I promise.” Danielle felt Martha’s hand slide underneath her blouse. “Stop,” Danielle whispered. “Shhh,” Martha replied, “You’re so beautiful.” Martha surprised Danielle with another kiss on the lips as Martha’s hand found Danielle’s bosom.
The kiss broke and Danielle could tell Martha was unbuttoning her blouse. “Please, I don’t want to do this. I’m straight.” Martha kissed Danielle again “It’s ok that you’re straight. That won’t bother me and I can still make you feel good.” Martha opened Danielle’s blouse and slowly slid it away from her body. Danielle suddenly found her chest exposed. Martha gave Danielle a slow, deep kiss as she unhooked Danielle’s bra. “Wait, stop please,” Danielle managed to breathlessly breathe out after the kiss was over. “You don’t have to be shy,” Martha replied. “Just relax. All I’m doing is making you feel good.” “Wait, please wait” Danielle protested. Martha ignored Danielle’s pleas and kissed Danielle on her neck. It was just the right spot for Danielle’s body to feel pleasure. Danielle couldn’t stop a moan of pleasure from coming out of her mouth as her bra was tossed away from her body and onto the floor.
“No, no, wait please, wait stop” Danielle breathlessly said as Martha’s lips slowly moved down from Danielle’s neck. “They’re so big and beautiful Danielle,” Martha complimented. “Stop, sto, sto, staaah” Danielle’s cries slowly became moans as Martha closed her lips onto one of Danielle’s nipples. Danielle let out another soft moan of pleasure as Martha’s mouth stimulated her nipple. Slowly Martha moved her lips over to the other breast. Danielle protested at first then moaned again as her other nipple received pleasure from Martha’s mouth. Martha kissed all over Danielle’s bosom and moved her mouth up to her neck again. “Wai, wai, sta, sta,” Danielle attempted to protest. Martha sucked on Danielle’s neck at just the right spot then pressed her lips against Danielle’s.. Soft moans escaped both intertwined mouths as Martha’s hands gave both Danielle’s breasts a stimulating sensual massage.
“You’re enjoying it,” Martha commented after she broke the kiss. Danielle felt her skirt being tugged. “No, what are you doing?” Danielle fearfully asked. “Making your whole body feel good,” Martha answered. “Please,” Danielle replied “I just don’t want this please.” “Of course you do. You moaned with me earlier. Just relax. I’m not going to hurt you. We’re just both going to feel really good for a while. That’s not so bad is it?”
The skirt slid off Danielle’s legs and Danielle felt a tug at her panties “Please just stop I won’t tell anyone if you stop now” Danielle begged. “I don’t care if you tell,” Martha stated. “You probably won’t anyway because you know you want this deep down. Every woman wants at least one lesbian experience.” “Please, please don’t do that!” Danielle cried as her pussy was exposed and one of Martha’s fingers brushed the entrance. “Just relax. I’m not going to hurt you. You’ll feel good after this.” “No, please nommm!” Martha’s lips met Danielle’s again in the most passionate kiss Danielle ever had. Moans filled the room as Martha expertly fingered Danielle’s moist pussy.
“Wait, wait, aaaah, mmmm” Martha broke the kiss to quickly take off her shirt then resumed passionately kissing Danielle again. The fingered pussy became wetter and wetter. “Aaah, sto, sto, sto,” Danielle couldn’t even form full words anymore. Martha had broken the kiss again to remove her bra then resumed the passionate kiss. Moans galloped into the room. Danielle felt the pleasure slowly build inside her womanhood. Martha withdrew her finger from Danielle’s pussy so that she could take off the remainder of her own clothes.
“Please” Danielle pleaded after catching her breath “please stop this please.” Martha ignored Danielle’s protests. “Lay down on the couch” Martha commanded. Danielle still couldn’t see any way out of her entrapment. “Wh…what are you going to do?” she asked as she complied with Martha’s request. “We’re going to pleasure each other,” Martha answered, “we’re going to eat each other out.” “What? No, please I don’t want to and I’ve never done that please!” Danielle cried. “You can do it Danielle, just do to my pussy what I do to yours.”
Martha crawled on top of Danielle and moved her face towards Danielle’s pussy. “No, wait, wait please, no, no, please, don’t do this, aaa, aaaah, mmmmm.” A tongue invaded Danielle’s pussy, causing her pleas of protest to morph into moans of pleasure. Then, Martha lowered her pussy to Danielle’s mouth. Martha’s pussy smelled like sex and was already soaked with juices. Danielle followed Martha’s lead. The pair groaned and moaned as both cunts exploded with pleasure. Danielle felt a fire burn from within her. Her body convulsed into an orgasm and she bellowed a muffled moan. Martha’s pussy left Danielle’s mouth only to be replaced by her lips. Martha had lapped up Danielle’s juices inside her mouth and forced Danielle to taste herself with a passionate, sloppy kiss.
“There, that wasn’t so bad was it?” Martha asked after she broke the kiss. Danielle didn’t reply. She felt disgusted and used. “Awww, you’re still a little shy. We’ll have some more fun after dress rehearsal tomorrow and we can work on your shyness” Martha happily stated. Horrified, Danielle stared at Martha wide eyed. “No, I am going to quit right now and never come back to this theater as long as you are around here.”
Martha giggled “I know you will stay in the play. After all, it would be such a shame if everyone found out you had a lesbian experience. I’m sure you will agree with me on that right?” Danielle’s eyes grew wider, “but…but you did this to me.” Martha smiled, “You could have stopped me but never did.” Tears welled up in Danielle’s eyes as she began to cry “but…I kept telling you no. You, you, just would not listen.” Martha moved closer to Danielle again to where both women’s faces were inches away from each other. “Shhh, do not cry, beautiful Danielle. You said no, but we both know you really wanted me to.” Martha kissed Danielle before she could reply.
“Now,” Martha said after breaking the kiss. “You are going to come to dress rehearsal and afterwards we will come back here to have some alone time.” Danielle sighed. There was no way out of it. Even though she was a grown woman and her father was older now, she feared what he might do to her if he ever found out. “Can we go somewhere more private? What if someone catches us?” Martha’s eyes gleamed and she grinned. “We can go wherever you like. See? I knew you enjoyed yourself and really did want me to play with you. Otherwise you would have just said no again.” Danielle mentally slapped herself. Why, why did she practically agree to doing it? What made it so difficult for her to just say no? It would not have mattered, Danielle realized. Martha would have just threatened to tell again. Danielle was trapped.
“In fact, since you suggested going somewhere else, why wait until after dress rehearsal? We can go somewhere and have some fun again right now. I am still pretty horny.” Danielle looked at Martha in horror, unsure of what to say or do. Maybe she could lie her way out of it?
“My parents live with me and I help take care of my mom. I need to be home soon.” Martha’s eyes burned into Danielle’s and a grin grew on Martha’s face. “Aww, you’re so cute when you lie. You are such a terrible liar Danielle. Now, tell me the truth. Do you live alone?”
“Yes,” Danielle admitted. “In a house or apartment?” Martha asked. “I…live in a house,” Danielle confessed. “Would your neighbors think twice about seeing me come with you to your home?” Martha inquired. Danielle knew where this was going. It probably wouldn’t have even mattered if Danielle lived with someone, she realized. Martha wanted to play with Danielle in her own home to establish dominance over her. Now Danielle felt like she was in a glass box pushing down on all parts of her body to where she truly couldn’t get away. “No one would think twice. Not even my family unless they saw or heard something.” Danielle acknowledged. “So we can stay in your house,” Martha commented. “If I say no, what happens?” Danielle asked. Martha shook her head “You really don’t want to refuse me, Danielle. I already told you. It would be such a shame if everyone found out you had a lesbian experience. I don’t want to hurt you Danielle.” Danielle gulped “yes, we can go to my house.” “Excellent,” Martha replied, “Let’s get dressed and go to your house. Where do you live?”
“Come, show me your bedroom” Martha commanded.
“I…I…” Danielle hesitated and her body became even more tense than earlier. Martha gave Danielle a quizzical look. “You weren’t just being shy earlier,” she noted, “Something else is bothering you isn’t it?”
Danielle froze, her body tense. Martha noticed “Come, sit in the living room with me. Tell your girlfriend all about it.”
Tell your girlfriend all about it echoed in Danielle’s head. Now Martha was forcing herself to be Danielle’s lover. Tears welled up in Danielle’s eyes. Martha wrapped her arms around Danielle “Hey, I’m here love. It’s ok. You can talk to me about what’s bothering you.” Danielle gulped again and felt like she had no choice. After all, Martha had made it clear what would happen if she was displeased. “My…uncle…he…” she couldn’t finish the sentence. Tears leaked out of Danielle’s eyes and she began to sob uncontrollably. “Oh honey, ok so you weren’t just shy earlier. You really did mean no. I’m so sorry.” Martha kissed Danielle on the cheek.
Danielle didn’t know what to make of Martha’s kiss or apology. It threw her for a loop and she stopped crying. “Ok,” Martha said “you get to be on top and in control when we play from now on. And I’ll wait for you to ask me to do pleasurable things to your body.” Now it was Danielle’s turn to look at Martha quizzically. Was she for real?
Martha smiled at Danielle’s look “I still have needs. And I need you to pleasure me from time to time as my girlfriend. And you need me as your girlfriend for emotional support and unconditional love.” An eerie feeling crept up Danielle’s body. “Martha, I forget. How long have we been together?” Martha gave Danielle a sorrowful look “Oh no, you forgot again? Ok that explains your hesitancy even more. We’ve been together about a year. We got together a little after your father’s funeral in fact.”
Am I crazy? Danielle wondered. My father is alive. He’s a mean grouchy son of a bitch who is getting up there in years, but I know he’s alive, Danielle thought. “Why did you just lie to me Martha?” “Huh?” Martha asked. “Martha.” Danielle muttered through gritted teeth. “My dad is alive.” Martha gave Danielle a strange look “I never said he wasn’t, where are you getting that from?” she asked. “You just told me we’ve been together for a year and got together a few months after my father’s funeral” Danielle seethed. “No I didn’t” Martha insisted. “I said we became girlfriends tonight.”
Am I going crazy? Danielle again wondered to herself. “But I thought you said…” Martha wrapped her arms around Danielle. “Danielle, you’re just tired. Come with me to bed. Pleasure me and then lay on my chest. You can listen to my heartbeat as you fall asleep.” Danielle’s mind spun like a whirlwind “Can’t I just go to sleep now by myself?” Martha shook her head “I have needs, my love. You’re going to take care of them just like I’ll take care of yours. That’s what girlfriends do.”
“No, you’re trying to trick me! You really did say we got together after my father’s funeral. And I never agreed to be your girlfriend! Please, just leave me alone.” A concerned look flashed across Martha’s face. “Danielle, my love, you’re stressed about the play and tired. We agreed to get together tonight. You invited me to your house to live with you.” “I DID NO SUCH THING!” Danielle screamed. Martha took a few steps towards Danielle. Reflexively, Danielle took a few steps backwards. Slowly Danielle found herself backed into a corner of the living room.
“You are my girlfriend. You will pleasure me.” Martha got closer and closer to Danielle. Their faces were now inches away from each other. “You do what I say or everyone finds out about your first lesbian experience.”
“Please, if I pleasure you tonight will you please leave me alone?” Danielle protested.
Martha smiled “No. We are lovers now because I say we are lovers. We can do this the easy way where you are on top and control the pleasure each one of us gets. Or, we can do it the hard way where I drag your body to the bedroom and pin you down in your bed forcing you to receive pleasure. I don’t want to hurt you, Danielle. You have such a beautiful, sexy body.”
“Please, just please stop doing this to me.”
Martha shrugged “you should have just taken my suggestion that you were tired and needed sleep after pleasuring me. I tried to be nice by giving your mind a small psychological shock to get you to stop thinking about the past. I’m a patient woman, but my patience is wearing thin and I’m tired of being nice. I’m still horny. You will pleasure me one way or another.”
Danielle gulped down the bile that had risen in her throat. “Ok, ok I’ll do what you want” she sadly surrendered. “Atta girl” Martha praised “Go to the bedroom and undress. I’ll be there in a few moments. If you’re not undressed by the time I get back, I will make you get undressed. Understand?” “Ye..ye..yes” Danielle stammered.
Immediately Danielle charged to her bedroom and quickly took off her clothes. A few moments later Martha strolled into the room nude. A strap on dildo was in her hands. “Wear this and fuck me” Martha commanded. “I’ll guide you on how to do it.” Danielle did as she was told, afraid of what Martha would do if she refused. It took a little time, but Danielle eventually slid the dildo in and out of Martha’s hungry cunt at just the right spot. Martha’s moans pierced the bedroom as she felt a fire within her womanhood fill her entire body. Finally, Martha’s body twitched into a perfect orgasm. Danielle kept fucking Martha through multiple orgasms until finally, Martha breathlessly informed Danielle she could stop.
“That was perfect. Now, lay your head on my bare breast for a while. I want you to try and fall asleep on me listening to my heart beat with love for you, my girlfriend. If you can’t fall asleep after a little while I’ll let you lay on your pillow.”
Danielle lay on Martha’s breast and listened to her heart. It didn’t take long for Martha to start softly snoring in sleep. While Martha slept, Danielle’s mind spun with questions. Why did Martha want her? How could she get out of this mess?
Arthur Miller’s play, The Crucible, used the Salem witch trials as an allegory for McCarthy-era hysteria. It is masterful, elastic, and enough to accommodate a host of modern-day parables. That is not what we see here. The main problem appears to be among two characters. Mary, played by Martha McGraw, and Abigail, played by Danielle Matthews. Both appeared to be easily distracted and unable to fully get into their characters. In The Crucible, Mary is supposed to be Abigail’s lone opponent. Yet in this production Miss McGraw comes across as someone infatuated with Abigail rather than opposed to her. Miss Matthews at times appeared distracted or disoriented and it felt like she needed a few backstage reminders of what she was supposed to say or do. Both actresses have the potential to do better according to a few sources familiar with this particular theater. Still, even with some mediocre acting by a couple of actresses the play somehow worked with the rest of the cast offering stellar performances. Visually, the audience was treated to a beautiful and stunning set. We saw rain weeping between scenes as if the stage were truly outdoors. The scenes were rearranged with such nimbleness that it felt like a visual trick at times, along with the gleaming hard tiled floor which felt fittingly Puritan. A single, flat musical note rumbles at the back of the drama, heightening its foreboding, and the lighting reflects off an awning and shines across the stage like a celestial dawn on the cursed community. Ultimately, it is the polished aesthetics that stay in the audiences’ mind afterwards. I decided to give this play 4 out of 5 stars because while it lacks the brilliance of the original play by Miller, it has the potential to be exceptional. Perhaps when you go see it Miss Matthews and Miss McGraw will have significantly improved their performance. If so, the play will be the masterpiece Miller created.