It seemed like business as usual, having her hair brushed by the maid like this, but Judy could only wait and wonder when the storm would break. She was still being treated as a guest. Or was she? Wasn't the change already noticeable? It sure made her nervous the way Solange stood so close, wielding the hairbrush with the same calm efficiency as always but practically breathing down her back. Down the back of her neck. Petting her, too just a sly little touch with the other hand now and then…
"You look so nice this morning, Missy."
"Thanks."
"It's these cute little things you're wearing, I guess. Cute and sexy. Sexier than lace underwear, you know? Maybe even sexier than naked."
Judy sat rigidly upright on the vanity bench, wishing she had slipped into something less skimpy to start the day. Her rather immodest shorts-and-halter outfit was cut more like a modest bikini; it did have the look of lingerie. Pretty sexy, as much as she could see of herself in the mirror. Quite a picture! She could even see just how all that sexiness was affecting the woman, the big dark woman who was so obviously infatuated with her. It was right there reflected in the glass. And that too, just the reaction, was kind of sexy. Almost contagious. Effective enough to let her relax somewhat, anyway, eliciting a mute but amiable shrug.
"Yeah, you're one sexy little doll. Sweet baby. I could just eat you right up."
"Oh?" Judy was suddenly conscious of their locked gazes, each focused upon the other's mirror-image. On an impish impulse, she forced a weak smile and fluttered her eyelashes coquettishly. "Eat me right up, eh? So what else is new?"
Regretting it an instant later, she watched the dark-haired head bend and saw the glistening lips pursed for a kiss. It landed on her bare shoulder, the lips parting and then nuzzling around in the hollow of her neck. Now she could feel the visual image, those hungry lesbian lips, a fusion of sight and sensation to make her shudder and go stiff again. It was like an obscene offer of devotion.
"I'd eat you good, too. Lick your hot little honeypot, that's what I'd do. Until you spill your honey all over the place. How about it, Missy, you want to try this educated tongue of mine? Right here in broad daylight, wouldn't that be a kick?"
The accompanying caress turned Judy's skin wet, almost sloppy with saliva, showing off the size and supposed skill of that eager tongue. Ugh. Big old horrid red thing; talk about obscene! Another shudder wracked her body, more pronounced this time, a shuddering recoil from the nasty contact. And only after it was too late did she realize that those beady gray-green eyes were peering at the glass again, staring now, evidently shocked by the naked revulsion in her face. That ended it, the sexy overture and then the hair treatment shortly afterward a few final brushstrokes to mask an injured pride, no doubt and she was left alone at last, sitting there in front of the vanity with her cheeks all flushed. Breathing a sigh of relief. Or at least trying to. And trying even harder to forget what a bad note it had ended on.
Sleep was slow in coming. Judy tossed about restlessly, plagued by a sense of impending doom. It felt like a hollow in the pit of her stomach. Not queasy or quivery, just empty. She lay there expecting trouble and hoping against hope that it wouldn't materialize. Which was no way to hasten the advent of the sandman.
Nor did the nightgown help much, either. She had found it in a dresser drawer, an old-fashioned garment that hung to her ankles and then some, practically sweeping the floor. Only it didn't hang in bed, of course, it just twisted and wrinkled and made a nuisance of itself. And she was used to sleeping raw these summer nights, anyhow. It was a bit cooler tonight, true, but that wasn't the real reason for this sudden switch in sleepwear. Just a convenient excuse, nothing more. So the nightgown would stay on regardless, sacrificing comfort for a crumb of security. Not that the crummy thing helped much in that direction, either. It just felt secure, cloaking her in flannel-like virtue and innocence; who would dare lay a predatory hand on such an obviously demure little lady?
Shit!
The doom was still impending, the kind of doom that crept through the darkness leering and licking its lips, a night-crawling lesbian in search of succulent young flesh. What protection was a nightgown against such evil? Might as well try garlic or wolfbane. Or light a candle and pray, perhaps. Except that no self-respecting lesbian would be scared off by a mere candle; quite the contrary! Now a good stiff prick maybe…
Giggling in spite of herself, Judy had a moment of peace that was followed by an immediate premonition. As though she already sensed something strange going on. A movement. An air current. A definite noise now, distant but unmistakable, the noise of a door on noiseless hinges. Moving. Opening. Closing?
"Who's there?"
"Oh, you're awake. Like you're waiting up for me, huh?"
"I I couldn't sleep."
"Poor kid. I'll soon fix that."
"You can cure insomnia?"
"Just leave it to me. Solange's magic remedy cures anything and everything. Especially smart-ass little girls."
"Huh? How's that again?"
"You heard right. I said smart-ass. You figure maybe I didn't know you were teasing me all that time, Missy?"
"Oh… "
"I'll bet you're sorry now. But what the hell, I'm not one to hold a grudge; let bygones be bygones, that's my motto. What do you say we begin all over again, hmm? I really do like you. I'd sure hate it if the two of us couldn't get along. I mean, uh, the idea of turning in a lousy report on you to Miz Vera… "
The words wrenched Judy's insides. A lousy report. It sounded like a small blackmail threat, an accessory to the big one, and now for the first time in a burst of blinding clarify she could see the painful possibilities of her predicament. But this was hardly the moment for self-pity. Her ears picked up the faint rustle of clothing just a robe, probably being shed and then crumpling to the floor. An initial wisp of scent thickened to almost cloying proportions, too sweet, too spicy, too sexy? The bedsprings undulated with a creaky sigh, sagging under the extra weight, and she couldn't help but visualize that ponderous body coming to rest alongside her the massive torso and muscular thighs, the heavily fleshed haunches! all sinewy tension and supple elasticity. It was quite familiar to her, of course, this incredible female physique that could set an inanimate fabric astir and make a somber uniform ripple so riotously. Only now she could actually feel the intense bodily heat emanating without any barrier. Here on her bed, swathed only in intimate darkness, the woman was naked. Naked and perfumed and amorously inquisitive, one hand already exploring…
"What the hell! You wearing a nightgown?"
"Uh-huh. Kind of cool tonight."
"Get rid of it. I won't let you freeze."
"But-"
"Come on, off with it. Bare-ass is better. Like me. I want my pretty baby nice and naked. No hassles, huh?"
The smug tone was infuriating, but Judy kept a tight lid on her temper something she had learned back at the reformatory, with the aid of a few dictatorial matrons. That experience would probably prove beneficial here in this one-girl prison, she realized somewhat sadly. Anyway, the strong hand plucking at her nightgown would have remained deaf to any protest; why bother? It was much easier to lift her butt and let the offending garment be rucked up. Over her head and off. What choice did she have? The wheel is crooked, but it's the only wheel in town.
"Mmm… sweet… " The voice sounded nicer now, crooning gently in her ear. "So soft and warm and sweet… "
Judy went tense. Fingers fluttered over her breasts, stroking, fondling, squeezing. Moist lips murmured monosyllables into the curve of her throat, gliding upward airily but with apparent purpose; was the old bitch going to kiss her? On the mouth? She sure hoped not. The idea was just too abhorrent, too loathsome enough to make her puke. And what a mess that would be!
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.