Solange must have sensed it, somehow. The lips took a downward turn and soon Judy felt their open warmth fasten upon her breasts. A darting tongue-tip toyed with her nipples. She shivered in reluctant response, only grudgingly aware of her excitement. Until it became inevitable, conspicuously so, an admission she simply couldn't avoid. The way her nipples were stiffening, blossoming out under all that attentive care the hot mouth, the wet tongue once again, what choice did she have? It was happening.
"See? They're waking up, the cute little titties, getting all hot and swollen, hmm? Missy? You like?"
"I I wish you wouldn't… "
"Still stubborn, eh? Smart-ass stubborn. All right, I guess we'd better come to an understanding, you and me, our own private agreement, strictly between us. First of all, I'm supposed to train you to be a maid that's orders from Miz Vera. Only it's not just an ordinary maid, not the type you'd find in an employment agency. You'll be trained as a personal maid, a very personal maid, the kind of girl who can really satisfy her mistress. And I don't mean just giving her a manicure or rinsing out a pair of nylons, you know? I'm talking about satisfaction in bed. Where it counts. And that comes straight from Miz Vera, too. Orders. Orders for both of us, Missy it's my job to train you and it's your job to be trained. Orders from the top. From the boss-lady. Okay? Are you getting the message so far?"
"Uh-huh. It's sinking in."
"Let it sink in deep, then. The worst is yet to come. Oh yes, there's more maybe more than that stubborn streak of yours can handle. But we'll work on it, baby, we'll work on it together, just the two of us, until the job is finished. Only from now on we'll be doing it my way. And that means I'll be wanting you available at all times. Night and day, no vacations. Available to me! I'll own you, in a sense. You hear that? I said I'll own you. That sounds a little rough maybe, but you'll soon get used to it. You might even learn to love it after a while, won't that be nice? And in the meantime, well, just think of it as a penance for your past sins. Especially the sin of acting like a goddam teaser, a snotty little smart-ass teaser all legs and no heart. I figure you owe me something for that, right? Damn right! So this is your chance to redeem yourself. Wipe the slate clean. Of course, if you'd rather sulk and whine about your bum rap and call me dirty names… "
"No. I'm not that stubborn. Or that stupid."
"Good girl. You're learning already. Now let's see, where were we? Oh, yes. I was nibbling your pretty tits… " The kiss began again, almost as if that monstrous speech had never been made. Then, within minutes, "Isn't this nice? You're getting all hot and prickly, just like before. You do like it, I can tell. Because you're mine, all mine, you little darling. You belong to me, isn't that right?"
"I I guess so."
"You guess so? You're still not sure?"
"Oh. Yes. I'm sure."
"Then say it, damn you! Say it out loud!" A growl sounded from deep in the big woman's throat. "You're mine. You belong to me. Let's hear it now, loud and clear."
Wincing in the darkness, Judy could only gasp for breath as the kissing mouth switched tactics. No longer gentle, it was closing and clamping with vicious intent, the sharp-edged teeth ruthlessly abrasive around her swollen nipple. She struggled for a semblance of composure, just enough to regain her faculties and utter the demanded words, the magic formula that would release her mortified flesh from this cruelly capricious bondage.
"I'll say it, I'll say it. Just don't bite me, please!? I'm yours. I belong to you. Oooh, that hurts! I'll say whatever you want me to. But don't bite me any more."
Mercifully, the painful pressure slackened as the infinitely softer lips took over from those fierce teeth. There was a lot of nibbling now, soft lips supping upon sore nipples, a most soothing if somewhat ebullient remedy for this peculiar ailment. And that pair of hands helped, too, offering a welcome diversion, slipping down her flanks provocatively. Over her belly and along her thighs. Like an artist's paintbrush sweeping across a canvas, dashing off a casual nude.
"You're beginning to feel it. Missy? Getting horny?"
"Uh-huh. A little."
"Yeah. I figured you would."
There was a note of triumph in the sneering voice that Judy found positively hateful. Only it was hard to think about hatred now. Hard to do anything but lie here and let those hands caress her. Those soft but willfully perverse fingers, touching, tickling, tormenting. Like a small invading army. And growing increasingly bold with every touch. Intimately bolder! But nice, somehow. No, not nice, exciting! She was starting to lose control, twitching and jerking all of a sudden; it was like a betrayal by her own body. In another minute or two she would be popping oh! the fingers, where were they?
"Solange, what "
"Shhh… "
"But you stopped. Why did you "
A chortle, almost derisive. "All hotted up, huh?"
"You know… "
"I sure do. Good girl. Hot. That's how I like you." The woman's great bulk sank backward, her hands shooting out. Both hands. "Now I'll show you what I really came for."
"But but what are you "
"Shit! You know damn well what I want."
Judy had only a vague notion. Or maybe her mind simply refused to let her admit it. Because the grip on her shoulders was making it only too obvious, filling in the obstinate blanks. The vision came ominously alive in the night, all coarse and hairy and probably drooly with juice, sweaty, the vile cunt of Solange the maidservant. And now the big thighs were emphasizing the point thick and heavily muscled flailing and catching and holding on tight, shutting all sound out of her ears. No, not quite all…
"Sure, you know; do I have to draw a diagram?"
The vision persisted, wet, glistening, grotesque. She could even smell the heat rising, an odorously hot perfume now. It was scary but strangely intriguing, giving her a slightly sickening sensation that seemed to hint of sexual excitement. And still, somehow, she managed to resist the pressure, straining against it almost out of sheer instinct.
"Stubborn again, baby? Won't do you any good. You belong to me. Or maybe you want to go through that again, huh? It's okay with me. I've got all night."
All night? Judy choked back a sob. And then she could only go limp and succumb, yielding to the combination of forces that carried her face into the mushy mess. Both hands had moved to her head, the fingers digging right in and twining among handfuls of hair. Twining and tugging and effectively foreclosing any last glimmer of freedom…
"Give me some tongue now. Gimme! Yeah, now you've got the idea, you're catching on just fine. Like I said, Missy, you might even learn to love it. How about that?
"Ummm… "
"No comment, eh? Just a sucking mouth. Not bad for a beginner. You need practice, of course, but you'll be okay with just a little training. Uh-huh. A real hot cuntlapper. And for trying so hard, I'm going to be extra nice to you. Swing your ass up here and maybe I'll pet it a little. You'll like that. Yeah, that's it. You like to be petted, huh?"
Like it or not, the new caress sure helped. Half-stifled in the sloppy flesh, Judy took solace from what was happening inside her own body. It was getting better all the time. Only the hand wasn't just petting her ass any more, it was between her thighs and cupping her crotch and doing something wild down there front and back! fingerfucking and thumbfucking and making her squirm around almost as much as the messy cunt-mush squirming around her face.
Chapter 12
"Hey, you promised to tell me about your slave Ethel. A special story, you said. Remember?"