Chapter 8 - Close Friends
Kate whimpered unhappily as the black latex hood encasing her head was pulled
free, fresh air blowing across her sticky, pale skin. Blinking her eyes blindly,
she squirmed as the rest of her latex prison was peeled from her body. Pain shot
through her shoulders as the arm-binder was removed, her fingers twitching with
freedom.
The dildos slid wetly from her body, leaving her orifices gaping wide as the
muscles slowly realised they could tighten now. She felt empty, yearning for the
comforting fullness they provided.
Slowly beginning to adjust to the light, she peered through lidded eyes. There
was someone standing over her...
Water blasted into her from above, making her squeal in fright. She curled into
a ball as the high-pressure water slammed into her defenceless body, washing her
skin clean.
The water stopped thankfully, allowing her to open her eyes again. The light
seemed to clear her fogged mind, illuminating memories and sensations.
Kate... Kate... the word ran through her thoughts. It meant something. She
struggled to think as hands wrapped themselves around her naked, wet body and
helped her into a standing position.
She grew more frustrated, desperately searching for its' meaning, as if some
part of her knew that the word could save her. She whimpered softly, swaying
uncertainly as the hands tenderly towelled her dry.
Still lost in thought, she felt herself being lain down on something soft and
silky. It slid sensually against her skin, distracting her. She felt the
presence of another body nearby, making her nervous. A hand pushed against her
smooth head, moving her lips up against a warm, soft breast.
Instantly she forgot everything, happiness flooding through her as she drew the
soft nipple into her mouth and suckled. Slowly, she began drawing milk from the
breast in her mouth, swallowing hungrily.
She felt a mouth latch on to her own swollen breast, making her pause in
surprise. She wriggled excitedly, enjoying the pleasant sensation of the warm
mouth drawing on her nipple.
A small part of her realised that Kate was her name, but it was too late.
Julie staggered through the snow, leaning on Susan as they made their way down
the street. She was rapidly loosing feeling in her unprotected extremities, her
fingers and toes already numb.
"Almost there," Susan said encouragingly, looking up at the orphanage that lay
at the end of the street.
"S...so c... c... cold," Julie stammered as they walked. They ran the first few
blocks before slowing down, Susan unable to keep up the pace that Julie set,
unencumbered by protective boots. The cold began its slow attack on Julies'
body, sapping her strength with every moment outside.
They arrived at the silent building minutes later, Julies' body feeling cold
against Susan's hands. She was barely standing.
Thankfully the door opened when Susan tried the handle, letting out a burst of
warm air. She helped Julie in and then closed the door.
Both girls were soaking wet, leaving muddy footprints across the floor as they
headed for the bathroom.
"What on earth do you girls think you're doing!?" The headmistress came up
behind the girls, the cane held in her hand dangerously.
"Do you think you can just walk in here and leave mud and water everywhere? And
where are your clothes, Miss?" Susan twisted to face the woman, her face dark
with anger.
"I'd like to see you looking better after just being beaten and raped by a gang
of armed men," she called back hotly, not pausing in her stride. The
headmistress blinked in surprise, speechless for a moment; unused to people
talking back at her.
Susan ignored the indignant headmistress, focusing on balancing Julies' dead
weight. She was getting heavier each moment as she hovered on unconsciousness,
her body shutting down from the cold.
The headmistress ran to catch up, putting one arm around Julie to help her.
Susan grunted appreciatively, pausing for a moment.
"We need to get her somewhere warm," the headmistress said concernedly, lifting
Julies' head up gently. She was breathing shallowly, her eyes lidded and
unfocused.
"Come to my office," she told Susan, and began walking back the way they came.
Susan had no choice but to follow. The headmistress knew more about what to do
than she did.
They arrived at her office quickly, carrying the unconscious Julie between them.
The headmistress guided Julie down onto the floor and locked the door behind
them before disappeared into an adjoining room.
She returned moments later with a stack of blankets. Hastily she towelled Julie
dry and began piling the blankets on top of her.
Then she began stripping off her clothes.
"What are you doing?" Susan asked in surprise.
"Body heat is the best way to get her warm. Hurry, we need to strip and get in
with her."
Leaving her black bra and panties on, the headmistress slid underneath the
blankets covering Julie and held her close. Susan was surprised to find the
woman quite attractive underneath all the clothing she wore.
Quickly Susan began taking her damp clothing off. Unwilling to reveal the belt,
she left her bra and pants on, and made to get in beside Julie.
"And the pants," the headmistress said disapprovingly, frowning at Susan.
Susan whimpered, reluctantly sliding down her pants. The belt stood out
obviously between her legs, its steel surfaces shining with faint moisture.
"What the hell?" The headmistress sat up in surprise, staring at Susan. "What is
that?"
"Please... don't ask..." Susan said miserably, crouching down to slide in next
to Julie. Julies' skin was freezing to the touch, like ice. She could feel Julie
stealing her warmth with every moment.
"I'd like to know why one of my girls is wearing a chastity belt... Susan?"
"I... I don't want to talk about it," Susan said, closing her eyes dismissively
and drawing closer to Julie.
"Did the men... did they put it on you?" Susan shook her head.
"No," she said with a grim smile. "It... saved me from them."
Julie stirred, saving her from any more questions.
"Susan?" Julie asked, raising her head weakly.
"Just relax," the headmistress said.
Julie shut her eyes again, trying to summon the warmth from inside her. She
shuddered as it bloomed inside her, warmth flowing out through her body.
"What the...?" The headmistress sat up in surprise, feeling Julie warming
steadily. Her breathing grew faster, colour returning to her blue lips.
In one swift move Julie rolled over and trapped a surprised Susan underneath
her.
"I'm sorry," she said helplessly, before wrapping her arms around Susan's head
and giving her a deep kiss.
Susan struggled for a moment, her eyes wild as she attempted to break the kiss.
She could feel Julies' tongue probing around her clenched teeth, searching for a
gap into her warm mouth.
"Get off her now!" the headmistress shrieked, standing up in horror at the
blatant lesbianism being displayed in her office. She seemed frozen in
disbelief.
Susan grudgingly relaxed her jaw, allowing Julie to take what she needed. She
hated the thought of another woman's tongue in her mouth, but she knew Julie
needed it, if not why.
Julie felt her primal urge fading, stated once again. She broke the kiss with
Susan, rolling off her distressed friend.
"I'm sorry," she repeated shamefully, sitting up.
"Sorry isn't going to cut it, miss. You two girls have a lot of explaining to
do." The headmistress, realising that she didn't look very formidable clad in
only her underwear, hastily began dressing.
Julie sighed, wondering how she was going to explain things; the truth?
She tugged free one of the blankets and drew it around her. No sense freezing
twice in one day. She felt Susan shuffle up beside her.
"Don't worry about it," Susan whispered. "I guess... it's what I'm for." She
smiled softly, but Julie could see how it hurt her.
"You've saved me twice so far," Julie said, frowning. "You're more than...just
food, Susan."
"Are you two sluts quite finished?" the headmistress asked, leaning impatiently
against her desk.
Julie turned to glare at her, her purple eyes shining in the light.
"Don't look at me like that, or I'll give you something to be angry about."
Julie swallowed and looked down at the floor, remembering the last time someone
had said that. She wondered whether Evan would come looking for her.
"First off, I want some answers. Where were you this morning? And where are Kate
and Alexis?"
Julie winced at the mention of Kate. She wondered where her friend was; what had
Moira done?
"We don't know where... Kate or Alexis are," Julie told her truthfully.
"This morning..." she trailed off as there was a knock on the door.
"What?" The headmistress snapped, storming over to the door and flinging it
open.
"Err... Hello," Trig said, taken aback by her anger. "I'm looking for a...
purple-eyed girl? I was told you could help."
"Yes, Julie is here. Can this wait?" The headmistress stood in the doorway,
glowering at him.
"No," he said flatly. "Can I come in?" he asked, moving forwards until they
almost touched. He stood a head higher than the headmistress, staring down
threateningly.
Not being one to give in, she looked up at him unfazed.
"No," she said flatly. Trig shrugged and pushed past her easily.
"Mistress Julie," he said, bowing slightly. "My Master respectfully offers you
and your friend," he glanced slightly at Susan, "his hospitality, and requests
to meet at the earliest possible time."
"Mistress... Master... Get the fuck out of my office!" The headmistress yelled
angrily, feeling control of the situation disappearing rapidly.
Julie stood uncertainly, facing Trig
"I... err... would be delighted," she said after a moment, unsure but glad of a
reason to escape the headmistress.
"You're not going anywhere, you little slut," the headmistress announced,
rounding on Julie.
She stiffened suddenly, feeling Trigs' large hand latch onto the collar of her
top.
"Is this... woman being annoying, Miss?"
"Get off me!" the headmistress shrieked, squirming as he lifted her slightly off
the ground. Her eyes bulged in outrage.
Susan was staring at him in awe. Who was this guy?
"Um..." Julie was unsure how to respond. "Yes," she said after a moment.
Swiftly Trig strode over and sent the headmistress sprawling over her desk.
Ignoring her shrieks of outrage, he pinned her arms behind her back and pulled
her pants down around her ankles.
She began howling in terror as he removed her black panties, exposing the smooth
orbs of her buttocks.
As Susan, Julie, and a growing crowd outside the door watched in amazement, Trig
proceeded to swat her arse with the palm of his hand.
The first slap echoed around the completely silent room. The headmistress froze
in her struggling, unwilling to believe he was spanking her.
The second slap brought her to life.
"LET GO OF ME!" she screamed, struggling against his firm grip and sending the
contents of her desk crashing to the ground.
Ignoring her cries, Trig continued spanking her until she had been reduced to
tears, her behind bright red. He released her hands and lifted her upright by
her top.
"Watch your language," he told her sternly, then released his grip. She slumped
to the ground, sobbing brokenly.
"We can go now if you want, Miss," Trig said casually. Julie looked up from
staring at the headmistress, who was painfully pulling up her pants.
"Ah... I'll get some clothes first." She pulled the blanket tighter and headed
for the doorway. She frowned at the crowd assembled outside.
"Show's over," Julie told them, trying to hide a smile as she closed the door on
them.
The two girls dressed quickly, taking clothes from the headmistress' adjoining
bedroom. Susan wore the clothes she had borrowed from Samantha, since nothing
fitted her small figure.
Trig waited passively, standing guard over the headmistress who cowered before
him.
Julie wondered if she would ever be able to return after this, then realised she
didn't care. There was nothing here for her. All she had were a few possessions
to collect, and there would be no reason to return.
"Um... what does your Master mean by... hospitality?" Julie asked, not quite
ready to leave so easily.
"My Master offers the young Mistress 'food, shelter and answers'," Trig
repeated.
"If I may..." he offered softly. "His offer is... gracious. You would be better
off than staying here." He glanced down at the headmistress at his feet
disdainfully.
"Do I have a choice?" Julie asked, frowning.
"My Master won't let you run free easily," Trig said shrugging.
Julie sighed. "I need to collect a few things then," she told him.
"Are you insane?" the headmistress said, regaining her voice. "You're going to
leave with this... man... just like that?!"
"I don't know what I am," Julie said after a long pause. "I'll be back," she
announced, and opened the door.
There were only a few people outside as she ran to her room upstairs. She sighed
gloomily as she entered the room. She missed Kate.
She slid the small wooden case of her possessions from underneath her bed. The
latch opened at her touch, the lid creaking open with disuse.
She pulled out the small necklace that she had owned for as long as she could
remember. Now that she saw it, she recognised the design.
Two golden figures, male and female in their detailed nakedness, curled their
elongated bodies around each other with hands raised to grip the fine silver
chain. Together they held a circular purple gem between their spread legs, knees
touching either side of its polished surfaces. Both figures had their eyes
closed, their faces masks of pleasure, accentuated by the thick erection that
protruded visibly from between the males' legs.
It was surprisingly similar to the symbol that adorned her bellybutton.
Julie slid it over her head and tucked the necklace away, the two figures
sliding down between the soft warmth of her breasts.
She lifted out the only other item, her water-proof 6 inch silver vibrator. The
batteries were long dead, she remembered wistfully, recalling the secret fun she
had had with it.
Guiltily she slipped it into her pocket and shut the box, sliding it back under
her bed.
She glanced over the little room, wondering if she would return.
...Hopefully not.
Trig led the two girls out to his car outside. Julie climbed in the front and
Susan sat in the back.
"Hi there," Susan said uncertainly to the girl sitting awkwardly in the back
seat.
"Ah... Hello," the girl said weakly, sinking back into her seat. She flinched
when Trig climbed in, watching him nervously.
"What's the matter?" Susan asked her.
"This is Emily," Trig said when the girl didn't respond. Emily flinched again as
he spoke.
Susan stared at her uneasily, wondering why she was hiding inside a thick
jacket.
Trig spoke once to introduce himself, but Emily ignored all attempts at
conversation. Julie watched him carefully, noting how he kept looking at Susan
and Emily in his mirrors; especially Susan. He seemed to be drinking her image
in.
They reached the middle of town in a few minutes, driving in through a gate that
opened automatically for them. Inside, pristine white fields of snow surrounded
a several story manor.
"You live here?" Julie asked in amazement, staring out the window. She had seen
this place many times from outside, but had never seen anyone go in or out.
"Yep," Trig replied. "This is my Master's place."
"Wow," Susan said softly, her eyes roving over the white-covered building. She
was staying here? She giggled excitedly.
Trig parked outside the front and climbed out. As Julie and Susan exited, he
moved around and helped Emily out. She looked forlorn as they walked to the
door, keeping her arms tightly wrapped around her waist. Susan watched her
warily, unwilling to simply go and ask. Maybe she was just unwell.
"Hurry up now, it's as cold as a witch's tit out here," Trig called back,
holding the door open for them. Despite being made of mostly glass, the entrance
to the manor was surprisingly warm.
"Master wants to meet for dinner," Trig told them as they walked upstairs. "So
you've got time to clean up and do those "girl" things, right?"
"Err... okay," Julie replied, smiling at his rough attitude.
"Here we go," he announced, opening a door at the top of the stairs.
"You can go next door," he said, glancing at Susan and nodding down the hall.
"They share a bathroom, but that won't be a problem, eh?" He flashed an eyebrow
at Susan, grinning. She blushed and looked at the floor.
"Anyways, I'll send up a girl to help you around," he said, catching Emily by
the arm. "See you ladies in an hour?"
He strode off down the stairs again, leading Emily gently behind him.
Susan whimpered once he was gone, following Julie into the room.
"I have to get rid of this belt!" she said, pulling off her jacket and lifting
her shirt to touch the steel locked firmly around her waist.
"It's driving me crazy. I hate sitting in it, I hate walking in it, and I hate
bending over in it!" She looked desperately at Julie. "I don't want to spend my
life in it!"
"Stop complaining," Julie sighed. "I can't do anything about it!"
"You have no idea what it's like to wear," Susan continued. "All I can think of
is... touching my self!"
"Why don't we get cleaned up first?" Julie suggested, stripping off
nonchalantly. "Perhaps our host can remove it for you."
"You think so?" Susan said excitedly, slipping out of her clothes.
"You had better hope so," Julie said, disappearing into the bathroom. "Or else
you'll have to ask for an enema tomorrow."
Susan fell silent, the colour draining from her face. Hastily she followed Julie
into the bathroom.
The room was small, with a single basin, toilet, and a bath with a showerhead
above it.
Susan searched the room hastily for an enema kit, but the cupboard produced only
soap and towels.
"I'll ask someone for you, okay?" Julie promised, leaning over to run the bath.
Susan nodded silently, waiting with both hands crossed self-consciously over her
breasts.
"Pretty necklace," Susan remarked when the two girls were seated either end of
the bath. She was hugging her knees protectively, fingers locked together.
"It was my mothers," Julie replied absently, placing it on the edge of the bath.
She began covering her upper body in soap, rubbing the slippery substance in
under her arms. Susan blushed and looked away when she ran her hands over her
breasts, cupping the soft flesh and gently rubbing the soap into her skin.
"Mm-mm," Julie sighed contently, disappearing underneath the water. Susan
flinched, moving further towards the end of the bath as Julies' feet slid
closer. Susan shifted uncomfortably as she found herself stuck between Julies'
legs.
Julie sat up suddenly, shaking the water from her hair.
"There we go," she said, then stood up in the bath and began soaping her legs.
Susan swallowed hard, attempting to be casual as Julie bent down to wash her
feet. Her eyes were drawn to her friends' hairless vulva in fascination, the
pale white lips glistening with water.
Julies' hands slid upwards, casually soaping between her buttocks.
Susan shut her eyes suddenly. I like men, she told herself firmly. I'm not a
lesbian! She forced herself to think about Trig, imagining what it would be like
if it had been her over that table instead of the headmistress, his rough hands
gently caressing her buttocks as she squirmed helplessly underneath.
One hand slid downwards dreamily, heading between her thighs. The dream
shattered as her fingers touched steel, making her realise just what she would
have done. She let her hand drift away casually, trying to ignore the hungry
throbbing from her caged clit, craving sexual release.
Susan jumped as a soft hand touched her shoulder, her eyes flinging open in
surprise. Julie smiled at her, running a soapy hand down Susan's arm.
"Relax," Julie told her soothingly, feeling Susan tense under her gentle touch.
"Don't..." Susan protested weakly, her wide eyes following Julies' hand down her
leg.
She relaxed slowly as Julie began covering her in soap, twisting around
obediently to show her back.
Julie soaped her back quickly, her hands running up and down Susan's spine. She
paused a moment, then hesitantly slid her hands underneath Susan's arms.
Ever so gently she began soaping Susan's stomach, moving higher each time. She
kept moving closer until her own breasts brushed against Susan's back.
Susan whimpered uncomfortably as Julies' hands ran just below her small breasts,
the soap sliding sensually down her skin. Susan shut her eyes in an attempt to
ignore the growing need in her as Julie cupped her breasts gently, thumbs
stroking her sensitive nipples.
She tried to pull away; Julies' arms gently but firmly holding her close. She
wriggled weakly, but Julie simply waited until she gave up, allowing Julie to
continue washing her.
Gradually she relaxed, starting to enjoy the intimate touch. It's only Julie,
she told herself reassuringly.
"Lie back," Julie whispered, placing her hands on Susan's shoulders and guiding
her down.
Nervously, Susan slid down until only her head protruded from above the water,
her head resting between Julies' thighs. She tried to relax, uncomfortably aware
of Julies' pubis only millimetres from her head.
She was so horny. She needed to cum so bad! Susan shifted nervously, trying to
fight the throbbing of her engorged clit. At that moment she would have
willingly lost her virginity to the first man that walked in the door, had the
belt been taken off. Her imprisoned pussy yearned to be filled with a man, to be
licked and eaten out until she collapsed from exhaustion.
Julie shifted underneath her, making her aware once again of how close she was.
Denied her own release, Susan felt a growing need to please someone else... to
please her owner.
I am not a lesbian, Susan screamed silently as she rolled over and looked up at
Julie, her eyes filled with lust.
"I... I..." Susan stammered, unable to say it. Julie stared at her. She knew
what Susan wanted to do, and she almost knew why.
"I know," she said finally, lifting herself up onto the edge of the bath.
"I'm... not a... lesbian,' Susan managed, more to reassure herself. Julie smiled
kindly.
"Don't worry. I... it's a... an ownership thing," Julie said, struggling to put
it into words what she felt.
She watched as Susan slid up the bath to kneel between her legs uncertainly. She
looked up slowly, her eyes lingering on the smooth wetness between her legs.
"You don't have to..." Julie told her gently.
Susan shut her eyes and leaned forward, drawing in Julies' scent. She stuck her
tongue out and ran it around Julies' labia experimentally, tasting her.
She hesitated, torn between her fear of sex, and the powerful urges that were
taking over her body.
She gave in, her mouth closing over Julies' sex as her tongue darted in between
the soft lips.
Julie quivered as Susan began to lick her slit, tongue darting around her
engorged clitoris before slipping away teasingly. She had never felt anything
like it. She and Kate had washed each other before, slept together, but it had
never been overtly sexual; nothing like this.
Julie arched her back and spread her legs wider as Susan began tonguing the
entrance to her slick canal, penetrating ever so slightly.
"Mm-mm," Julie moaned as Susan sucked on her clit, drawing the sensitive organ
between her lips and licking the tip.
Susan found herself thinking back to her experience with Moira, remembering what
she had enjoyed and trying it with Julie. Her face was wet with secretions, her
nose full of Julies' unique scent. Every breath made her quiver, going straight
to her sex. She was maddeningly horny; feeling like the slightest touch would
make her orgasm; a touch that wouldn't come.
She felt Julie slide a hand down to grip her hair, gently guiding her head.
Susan could feel her approaching orgasm, her breathing heavy.
"Uh," Julie grunted as she came, flooding Susan's open mouth with her juices.
Susan stiffened in surprise, letting them run down her face. She felt like
swallowing everything, but she resisted, too horrified by the concept.
Julie released her head, panting contentedly.
"Thank you," she said breathlessly, glancing down at Susan. Susan looked back
sheepishly, ashamed by what she had done. She slid back down to the other end of
the bath and quickly washed her face.
She looked up at Julie, and then glanced at the girl who was standing patiently
in the doorway.
"Oh fuck!" Susan said, turning bright red and hugging her knees hastily. "Don't
you know how to knock?" she asked, staring at her in horror. How much had she
seen?
The girl just smiled, smoothing her plain white skirt.
"Mistress Julie, I have come to assist you for dinner." Blushing, Julie
attempted to act casual as she climbed out of the bath.
"Ah... thanks," Julie said uncertainly, wrapping a towel around her self. "What
do you want me to do then?"
The girl smiled casually.
"Just come this way." Julie shrugged and followed her out, giving Susan a short
smile before shutting the door.
"Hi," said a timid voice from behind. Susan stiffened, blushing terribly.
"Have you been watching too?" she asked miserably, looking over her shoulder.
"No, no," the young girl replied, shaking her head. "I waited out here until she
was gone." She put an emphasis on "she", glancing at the door meaningfully.
"Little slut gets off on watching other people enjoy themselves." Susan smiled
uncertainly.
"Come on, I'll get you something to wear," the girl said, offering a towel.
Susan climbed out of the bath and stepped into the towel, allowing her self to
be dried off. I could get used to this, she thought with a smile.
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Thanks to Red Eva for proof-reading, and helping with ideas.
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