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Chapter 4
That night is a restless one for everyone in the house, especially Susan. Unable to sleep, she is almost relieved when there is a knock at her door. She has been summoned to Camille's private chamber. In months gone by this would have indeed been a special honor, but tonight she is not so sure.
Susan enters the room, head bowed. Camille is sitting in a chair by the fireplace. She has a troubled look on her face. Camille is taking a big gamble and she knows it. Susan is her best slave and she does not want to lose her. But she must make her follow the rules like everyone else. The Mistress knows it would set a poor example for the others if Susan were allowed to slide on something so important as this. All of the other girls had brought new members to her, some willingly, others less so. The cult was now up to 10 girls now, each one devoted entirely to serving every whim a mistress may have. The last thing she needs is anyone questioning her authority now.
Camille nods, indicating it is OK for Susan to approach. She obediently kneels at her Mistresses' feet, keeping her head bowed down. The Mistress places her hand on Susan's shoulder. She tells her how much she appreciates her help in this very difficult time. She knows how hard it must be to watch her sister go through this. She then asks if Susan believes that she is doing the right thing. Susan hesitates but does finally nod in agreement while adding:
"I just hope it will be over quickly Mistress."
"We all do, my sweet. I am doing all I can to make this process go as quickly as possible. But now I am afraid that tomorrow is going to be very difficult for you. I need you to be strong. Not just for me, but for Cindy as well. I am going to have to do some things to her that I have never done to another girl before. It will be difficult for you to watch. But I need you to be there, to help Cindy through this. She needs to know that you are there for her. I hope Susan that you will understand why this is necessary."
Camille looked down and her pretty little pet and could see a look of apprehension on her face.
She continued: "I don't want Cindy to suffer anymore than is necessary. It will be hard for you, I know. I promise you though that this well be the best thing for her. It won't seem like it at the time, but when it is over and she finally succumbs, we will know, all of us, that the right thing was done."
Susan took a moment to catch her breath. She was scared now. Maybe she hadn't fully thought through her actions, but there was definitely no turning back now. Of that she was sure. Susan had never seen such a determined look on the Mistress' face. She had to believe in the woman that she loved, the woman who controlled her.
"You do trust me, Susan, don't you?" The Mistress asked.
"Of course I do, I would do anything for you Mistress".
Camille gently lifted Susan's chin up, to look her in the eyes, to make sure Susan meant what she said. Tears were slowly coming down the slave's cheeks. Camille bent over to give her a kiss on the lips. Then she gave Susan the one look that every girl in the house understood perfectly well; it was time to lick the Mistress' pussy!
Susan was kept on her knees as Camille lowered her black silk panties. She griped the back of Susan's head, grabbing her hair and slightly twisting it, and then forced the girl's mouth onto her shaved cunt. It did not take long for her to reach a shattering orgasm. She pushed Susan's head away and regained her composure. She gave the girl a good night kiss, tasting her own juices off of Susan's tongue. Susan was mildly disappointed, she had hoped for more. Perhaps she even thought the Mistress would take care of some of her feminine needs. Not tonight she was told, we all need as much sleep as we can get.
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