"Oh? You sound greedy. Mustn't be a pig, now."
"Don't call me a pig."
"I didn't mean it that way, darling, please don't be so sensitive. At the very worst, you're a sweet little piglet. And what can I offer you as a reward?"
"Well…" Hildy shrugged. "Oh, forget it. You've already called me greedy. It's not important."
"Darling? Please. Won't you tell me? If it's any thing within my power…"
"It's within your power, all right. Easy. You don't have to give me anything, oh no, it's just something I'd like you to do for me. Something you've even done before."
"Hmm. Something sexy, I hope. Tell me, tell me."
"Okay, I might as well. It's not such a big deal. In fact it's kind of silly and maybe I'd better not…"
"Hildy, are you deliberately holding out on me? And is that a blush on your pretty face? Come now, darling, just open up and tell Kate all about it."
"Uh-huh. I'll open up. Open up my legs, too. Because that's what I want from you. Up there in the penthouse – remember how you tied my hands? And then I had to go to the bathroom? Well, if you'd like to give me a reward…"
"You-you want your hands tied again?"
"Oh shit, of course not, I've stopped biting my nails now, haven't I? No, I just want you to wipe me again, that's all. Wipe my pussy." Then, with a giggle to cover her embarrassment. "There, so now you know. Silly, huh?"
Kate remained silent. The request was a bit odd and certainly unexpected – but she didn't find it at all repulsive. Quite the contrary, actually. Still, as long as it meant so much to the child herself, why not capitalize on this opportunity? Why not use it to gain her own ends?
"So you liked that, eh, Hildy? All right. I'll do it for you. But not as a reward, though – after all, it's just not that kind of thing, you know?"
"Huh? I-I don't understand."
"Don't try, darling, just listen. You know I'll do anything for you, anything in the world. But sometimes I wish you wouldn't be such a selfish little piglet, sometimes I wish you'd do something for me. I love your pretty cunt and I'll be glad to wipe it clean and kiss it and…"
"Hey, slow down before you get carried away. I think I'm getting the message. You want me to do something for you, is that right? Okay, what?"
"Uh… just love me a little. You know."
"Love you. Kate, you mean finger-fuck you?"
"Well… something like that. It would be a good start, at least. But that's the idea, darling – I do think it's time you were nice to me."
"You figure I ought to suck you off, huh?"
"Well…"
"Go down on you? Suck your cunt?"
"I-I'm not asking you to, dear, really I'm not. But it would be the nicest thing you could ever do for me. And if you want me to do certain things for you…"
"Like if I want you to wipe my pussy, huh?"
"Yes, dear. That's it."
"Shit! You're bargaining again."
"Oh. I guess it does sound that way."
"Goddamn right. And I told you not to, remember? No bargains. Now I'm getting mad. You're trying to make a cuntlapper out of me, a Goddamn lesbian cuntlapper!"
"Hildy, please! Don't raise your voice."
"Fuck you! I'll raise my voice if I want to. I'll scream my head off. Anyway, there's nobody around to hear me, what are you so worried about?"
"Darling…"
"Don't hand me that 'darling' shit. I don't like you anymore. Just get away from me, you dirty old bitch. Get away and stay away, you hear?"
Kate's pink-cloud world was collapsing around her head. In a gesture of pure penitence, she reached out and caught at the girl's arm to pull her into an apologetic embrace. Anything to make up! But the mounting anger had passed the point of no return, evidently, and Hildy's free hand lashed out in a savage swing. Kate cringed as the open palm struck her cheek. It battered her again, a savage blow this time. Again and again. And now she cowered before the vicious buffeting, stunned, paralyzed, unable to protect herself, unable to stem the tide of violence by using violence of her own. How could she strike the dear child?
With seething rage, Hildy went on hitting her. Over and over. As though all her pent-up childish hostility against the grown-up community had at last found a satisfactory release. Ferociously, brutally, the hand kept banging away.
Then, in some weird fashion, right in the middle of a tearful sob of anguish, Kate became conscious of something new. Something unbelievable. The melting sensation, the warmth down there in the pit of her belly! Was it possible?
She was still sobbing. Her face hurt terribly; the inside of her mouth felt raw. Bleeding, no doubt. And yet down there within her body the thrill kept growing. The heat, the flame, the blazing sex thrill…
"Dirty old lesbian cuntlapper bitch!"
"I love you."
"Huh?"
Kate sank to her knees, utterly contrite. "I love you, I love you. Darling, you don't have to do anything for me. Not ever. Just let me do things for you. I'll be your lesbian cuntlapper. I'll be your dirty old lesbian cuntlapper bitch. But please don't send me away. Just let me go on loving you."
"You-you're not even mad? I just hit you. I just beat the shit out of you. And you're not mad?"
"N-no. Hit me again if you want to. I love you. I could never get mad at you. Let me show you how much I love you. Take me into the bathroom and let me…"
"Never mind that now. Do me some good right here. Suck, suck. Suck my cunt – it's nice and hot for you. Hey, I got turned on smacking you around like that."
"I'm hot, too."
"Wow! Come on, suck!"
In an instant the beauty was bared for her delectation and Kate pushed her face into it. The sudden clasp of the firm young thighs around her head brought on hurricane of sheer sensation. Muted noise rose in her throat as the feeling became all but unbearable. Her jaw ached, her lips stung, her skin smarted – every bit of the awful pain was still with her – but now, incredibly and yet unmistakably, she felt the other thing far more, the pleasure, the ecstasy, the impossible miracle…
"Oh, my cunt, my cunt-suck it!"
"Ummm…"
"Lesbian bitch! Cuntlapper!"
The ugly names were music to Kate's ears. She wanted to say so, she wanted her darling girl to know and understand. "I love you. I'm your lesbian…"
"Shut up! Get your dirty cuntlapping mouth back where it belongs. Suck me off, you hear?"
"Mmmm…"
"All the way. Make me come. Oh shit, that's not good enough. I'll just have to do it myself. Hold still, I'm going to jerk myself off on your face. Bitch!"
Kate winced as the fierce young hands grabbed her head, the new nails jabbing her scalp. The wet little slit split open wide to mash against her upturned face. It jounced and rubbed furiously, using her only as something to push against. She whimpered sticking out her tongue and finding it wasted. And then – another miracle? – once more the sensation stormed inside her own flesh and she almost swooned from the delight of being used like that. Used. Her face was just something for that bold little cunt to jerk itself off on. Her nose and mouth, her lips and tongue – used, used! – oh, was there ever such a thrill?
Never. Never in all her lesbian life had she experienced anything like it. Much as she adored her dear Miss Margalo, this had never happened before.
"I'm coming! You feel it?"
"Ummm…"
"Coming in your mouth. Right in your mouth, your dirty fucking lesbian mouth!"
Mumbling joyously into the exploding flesh of the darling little angel, Kate blessed her good fortune and made herself available for whatever might come her way. Something new had been injected into her life. Something quite wonderful. And at her age, too, imagine! Were there still some new tricks for this old she-dog to learn?