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It felt as though she was going to pull my hair out by the roots every time I tried to put my tongue back in my mouth. I could barely breathe. The witch was almost smothering me. Her pussy was bald and smelled heavily of her secretions. She kept yelling at me to fuck her with my tongue. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. Suddenly, she screamed and my mouth was flooded with thick liquid. I guessed it must be her cum but nothing like that had ever sprayed out of me whenever I had given myself an orgasm.
She finally let go of my head and I was able to back away. I wanted to grab my clothes and run but if I did I would have nowhere to go. So certain that I would succeed here, I had burned my bridges with the company I had been with. What a mess, I thought. Dame Vera! If only all of her adoring admirers knew what she was really like.
She must have recovered from her sadistic bliss, because she opened her eyes and pinned me with them.
"Congratulations, Lucinda. You have just passed your audition. With me to vouch for you, Sir Fredrick will accept you."
I could only look at her, speechless. This was what I had dreamed of for so long but she had robbed it of its luster. I knew I could have shone in a legitimate audition but now I'd had to degrade myself to get something that should have been mine anyway.
"Don't you know how express gratitude, you little slut?" she snapped.
"Yes, Dame Vera, thank you." I had to say it, though I wanted to bite off my tongue.
"Oh my, such enthusiasm. Well, my dear, I teach enthusiasm as well as dance, so I am quite sure you will improve. Now, except for these, get dressed! We must go."
She had picked up my underwear.
"Go where, Dame Vera?" I asked, dreading whatever new development this portended.
"Home, of course."
"But I've a room at a hostel," I said, desperately.
"That will never do, Lucinda. I'm taking you under my wing. You'll live with me."
There was little I could do but go along. I would just have to bide my time until I could escape her without losing my career. I made myself a vow that I would get even with Dame Vera Mann before I left this earth.
I dressed hurriedly, grateful to put something between my body and her leering eyes. I was miserable as I followed her brisk pace, my pussy burned, my nipples were horribly tender and my mouth was still full of the taste of her.
Her auto was a lovely cream coloured Jag and I should have felt very posh riding in it had the circumstances been different. As it was, I could only stare glumly out the window and pray that she would let me be.
"Since you refuse to entertain me with scintillating conversation, I shall have to think of something to entertain us. Driving is such a bore. Remove your blouse for me, dear."
"But a policeman might stop us, Dame Vera," I argued hopefully.
"Oh rubbish! The windows are deeply tinted. Don't make me ask you again, Lucinda, or I shall become quite cross."
I unbuttoned my blouse and took my time taking it off. I folded it carefully, playing for any delay against whatever dreadful humiliation she was about to impose on me.
"Look in the glove box, dear. There should be a pair of ruby ear clips in there…. Yes that's them. Fasten one onto each of your nipples. We can't have a future star of the Royal Court Ballet going about looking drab."
I could see how it was going to be now. Just forcing me to have sex with her would not be enough. She was going to make me into her private plaything. I was going to be made to satisfy her every whim or fancy. Try as I might I could no longer hold back my tears. I at least cried silently. Even though my cheeks were streaming, I didn't give her the satisfaction of hearing my misery.
The space between the contact surface and the small gold screw was narrow. I was forced to pinch the very tip of my nipple and pull it thin in order fit one on. She insisted that I turn the screws all the way in. It felt as though I were drilling holes through my tender little buds. I could barely see what I was doing through my tears. Instead of drying up, the pain had me weeping even more profusely. At last, I had them on to her satisfaction and was sitting there feeling as though cigarettes were being held to my tits.
"Yes. That looks much gayer. Clasp your hands behind your neck now and thrust out your skimpy little chest for me. That's it! Be proud of your tiny titties. Hmmm…what songs do we know? A sing-along always shortens a drive."
Songs, I thought! The pain had completely filled my brain. I barely remembered my name now, let alone a song.
"There you go, showing no enthusiasm again. If you had given me a little interesting chitchat, you'd not be suffering so. I warned you that I would teach you to be lively for me. I was always a great admirer of Judy Garland. Sing 'Somewhere Over the Rainbow' for me, Lucinda."
Hating myself and completely ashamed of the spectacle I was allowing her to make of me, I began to sing in a quavering voice.
" Somewhere over the rainbow,
Bluebirds fly.
Bluebirds fly over the rainbow,
Why then, oh why can't I?"
And so it went, on that drive through hell, which seemed interminable to me.
We finally turned through a large gated entry and down a private drive. We had arrived at her manse. It was a large place, which looked so perfectly ancient that it smelled of a contractor's clever hand. Any really old building I'd ever seen always had bits of newer stuff tacked on here and there. This one was frozen in time and I suspected Dame Vera of trying to give the impression that her lineage was older than dirt.
I was forced to remain topless. Thankfully, my nipples had become numb and the pain had subsided to a dull ache. Inside, to my acute embarrassment, a pretty little maid met us. To my surprise she had no reaction to my partial nudity when she took my things. I could well imagine what her life must be like working for this wretched woman and felt sorry for her
"Dame Vera, it's ever so kind of you to have me here. Between my traveling and your…audition, I'm frightfully tired. Would it upset you if I went straight to bed?"
I thought I might as well try kissing up to her to see if it might make her relent.
"You'll be in bed soon enough, my dear, but you must eat. A dancer requires a strong diet. Maria is setting out a light supper for us. Follow me now."
She led me to a large dining room. A long walnut table was set with a single plate before the chair at its head. Dame Vera moved there and sat. She beckoned me to her side.
"Come, don't be balky, girl, I said you must eat!"
"But there is only one place, Dame Vera."
"You'll have to learn to be pleasant company before you may sit at table with me. Yours is over there in the corner, on the floor."
I followed her pointing finger and saw that there indeed was a plate on the floor. There was no end to it. Despising myself, I made my way across the room and lowered myself to the floor. It was a lamb chop with small carrots and baby potatoes. No silverware had been provided. I was damned if I would ask for any. I was forced to pick it up and gnaw on it like an animal with my poor tits hanging out. It was awful. She insisted that I clean my plate and called me to her again. She dabbed at the corners of my mouth with her serviette as though I were a messy child.
All I wanted was to be allowed to escape to my room. Even a few hours respite from Dame Vera would be a blessing. She had physically and mentally molested me to the point of exhaustion.
It was not to be though. I was led to her bedchamber and its adjoining bath.
"Lucinda, dear, make yourself useful and run us a bath, won't you?"
She had turned away and was undressing. I knew then that the night was far from over for me. I made my way to the huge tub and set the taps to fill it. Dame Vera appeared, nude beside me and put a hand on my shoulder as she stepped into the tub.
When she had first approached me, before I knew what she was really like, I had been surprised at how attractive she was for her age. Now I could not look at her without loathing. Still, if I could have been objective, her body was still lithe and graceful. Her breasts were not much larger than mine and had little sag to them. I was still startled by her pubic area being as bald as a baby's. All of the other dancers' pussies that I had ever seen had been trimmed very short and high like mine.
"Hurry and take off your flats and skirt and get in. I may as well have you bathe me. You will do that for Vera, won't you, love?"
I did as she requested. I tried to just do it efficiently and impersonally but she insisted that I linger over her nipples with the soap. She even sat up on the edge of the tub and, with wonderful balance, spread her legs and held them suspended. Not once did her muscles tremble with strain while I soaped and sponged the lips and folds of her pussy.
She turned her attention to me then. She removed the hateful ruby ear clips from my tender nipples and I gasped with new pain as blood flowed back to them. Each touch of the bath cloth to them was new torture.
She made me towel her dry and then did the same for me, all the while going on as if we were friends and lovers, for God's sake. The whole sick charade was nauseous. As I feared, from the bathroom, I was led to her huge bed.
I was pushed onto my back in its center.
"I think for your initiation into the Sapphic delights it will be best to restrain you, little one."
"Please, Dame Vera. I shall be your best dancer. I don't mind waiting on you hand and foot but please don't do this. I am not comfortable doing things with women."
She ignored my pleading and from a drawer beside the bed drew out a handful of long scarves. Humming bars from Debussy's 'Afternoon with a Faun', she secured my wrists and ankles to the four posts of her bed. I hated myself as I just lay there feeling my eyes welling with tears again.
She left me there and padded to her closet. I was dreading her return. I knew I would soon have to endure her mouth between my legs.
The sight of Dame Vera as she returned to the bed horrified me. She was wearing something, which I had only heard stories of, a copy of a huge male penis suspended from a harness. It finally dawned on me that she was going to rape me. Tied and helpless, I was going to lose my virginity. I had always dreamed that my first complete experience would be a wonderful awakening. That had been my dream. The reality was Dame Vera smiling sweetly down at me as she poured baby oil over the horrid thing between her legs.
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