Chapter 4
Jane lay in bed. Curled up as far away from the sleeping body of her aunt as she could get. The big bed and the room which held it seemed like a prison to her now. The first girlish dreams of a fairy godmother coming down to wave her magic wand and set her free seemed so far and distant now. It seemed to Jane that the naked sleeping female next to her was no longer the loving aunt but now some kind of violent demon of obscene desires and lusts. Jane closed her eyes and prayed frantically for someone to come and deliver her from her awful bondage. She knew that now her aunt would treat her with the same rough sexuality that she had seen Sylvia receive. She was even more afraid of the leather clad figure of Karla. The bullish dyke with her ever handy whips and chains made her blood run cold and uncontrollable whimpers of fear almost escaped her lips as she thought of that ugly face and the thick frog-like body, Jane shut her eyes and tried to imagine that she was in another place another time. Far away from the rancid bed of lesbian lust. Miranda tossed a sleeping arm out to her side and it came to rest on Jane's left breast. The touch filled her with revulsion. Not only for her aunt's action but for the strange emotions that that touch brought to the surface. She felt shamed and guilty, betrayed by her body which enjoyed the hot attentions of the older woman. She was confused as to how her brain could be so completely divorced from her body so as to allow her to shake uncontrollably at the merest touch of Miranda's hand. The paw which cupped her breast tightened as the sleeping form of her mistress reveled in some lust soaked dream. Jane closed her eyes tight against the visions which invaded her peace and grudgingly sleep arrived.
Eventually Miranda roused herself from the deep sleep of her spent passion and padded softly out of the room. From down stairs she heard the last yelps and moans of the evenings entertainment. She walked down the huge sweeping staircase and entered the ballroom. The dyke in the nun's costume was lying spread out on the floor while the powerful figure of Karla fucked her hard with one of her favorite strap on members. The nun grunted like a pig as the thick plastic shaft was drawn slowly in and out of her distended cunt.
"Fuck me more," she yelled. "Fuck me sister, fuck me." Her shrill voice echoed around the room. Karla's manish features lit up like a new brutal passion as she pumped harder and harder. The massive swelling of her breast hung down into the nun's upturned face and she licked them and sucked them like they were the last food on earth. Faster and faster the ugly dyke in the leather cape pumped against the spread-eagled form of the nun. Louder and louder grew the grunts and moans from the woman on her back as the massive dildo speared her insides. Karla rolled her onto her stomach and in front of the delighted eyes of Miranda placed the head of the dildo between he shining wet cheeks of her ass and drove it home. The nun screamed and gave a violent spasm that almost tossed her lover to the floor. But Karla held on and pumped faster and harder into the plump backside of the woman in black. Finally the nun gave one titanic jerk and fell forward her lips twitching and a thin stream of drool fell from her lips. Smiling like a conquering hero Karla dismounted from the fresh fucked prize and unstrapped her. "Well, you sure as hell did miss out on one of the best parties of the year." Karla said to Miranda as she crossed the room.
"There will be more. There are always more." Miranda smiled and took Karla by the hand. "But now I'm all fucked out and need about sixteen hours of sleep to decide what to do about my little niece."
"Did you whip her?" Karla asked her lips parting to reveal that canine tongue.
"No ... I made her watch while I punished that little whore of a servant. I think she got the message and I would rather not have to scar that perfect young skin."
"If you don't mind my saying so I think it's time that girl had a little of my special training. And I don't think that tomorrow will be too soon." Karla was the possessor of more then a few of the subtle skills which can break the spirit of a slave without ever damaging the delicate flesh, It was one of her favorite jobs. And one she did not get to do often enough.
Karla ran over in her mind the thousand subtle little tricks she had at her disposal to train the unwilling girl. The best plan of action she thought might be to make the girl the sex slave of the entire club. Force her to attend to the every insatiable need of the entire extended lesbian family. Karla licked her lips at the thought of being able to control the lovely young girl so completely that eventually every vile request and vicious order would be carried out with unflagging devotion and discipline.
"Karla my dearest I think it is time for your own special talents to be employed. I give Jane over to you the duration of her training. I don't want her marked but it would be nice to have a willing and pliable young lady around the house to ease the tensions of daily life."
"I understand completely, Miranda. I shall take the little vixen and train her to the task without the whip." So hand and hand the lovely mistress of the house and demon dyke Karla left the scene of flesh and retired to the upstairs chambers, like husband and wife they climbed the stairs together and went through the little night time operations that would leave them fresh and ready for a new day. Miranda hummed to herself as she splashed warm water over her much used cunt. The stubble of a hairy growth surrounded the delicate pink lips of her cunt. like an empress reclining on her barge she lay back in the wide sunken tub as Karla stroked away the offending hair with a straight razor. The delicious pleasures of the knife was only one of her many talents. With the razor-sharp implement, she could make it seem as if each and every nerve ending in Miranda's body was on fire. Karla could keep her hovering on the very brink of climax for what seemed like hours. Gently the naked dyke lathered the legs and crotch of her Mistress. With long sweeping strokes she drew the razor over her legs and gently removed all hair as well. Then when the functional part of the process was over she began to be creative. Miranda spread her legs wide and hooked her feet over the edges of the tub so her lover could get more directly at her cunt.
Slowly she drew the straight edge of the blade across the sensitive surfaces of her pussy. The razor as light as the touch of a feather and the hand that guided sure and steady. Miranda moaned loudly as the skillful hands of Karla traced a razor's path across the tops of her thighs and up onto her belly. To Miranda it seemed as if her whole body was on fire. It amazed her that she could reach so many sexual peaks on the few short hours of the day. Karla kept at it with the razor. Running its shining steel edge over the tops of her breasts to gently caress the nipples with waves of contrary sensation. Miranda felt suspended in time. As if the only thing which really existed was the cool hot feeling of the knife on her naked skin. The delicious feeling of a thousand nerve endings stimulated into screaming wakefulness. As Karla swept the blade over her nipples she began to gently massage her feet. Wild! Miranda moaned as the tensions and pressures built up inside her. Slowly the razor traced a path back down to her cunt. She could feel the tender lips being parted and the nub of her clit exposed to the touch. Oh so carefully Karla scrapped the thin edge of the razor over that heat filled nub of flesh. An involuntary shudder ran through Miranda's body as Karla slipped her fingers inside her cunt. In and out she moved. Slowly at first and then faster. Miranda let out a deep long sigh that seemed to come from the very bottom of her soul. And just as suddenly as it began the cry was cut off as Karla dealt the final card and brought her moaning mistress to climax.
Miranda lay back as the waves of passion flowed over her. Karla put the razor away in its case and slid back down into the tub. She spread her legs underneath the water and soon Miranda's well-pedicured foot was working its way up her open thighs to the hidden opening of her cunt. Karla's bestial face lit up in abject joy as the clever little toes of her Mistress's right foot began to move around the sensitive lips of her vagina. Karla reached under the water to grab hold of the foot and moved her pelvis down and out to provide more direct access. In the warm sudsy water of the deep sunken tub the two lesbians moved in unison. Karla's left leg crept up that of her lover and soon both were moving faster as their toes wiggled inside their cunts. Deeper and deeper the ten little messengers of lust probed into the wide wet canyons of cunt. The two lesbians were now panting and their faces were flushed with girlish greed and desire.
"Move to the right a little." Miranda directed and Karla complied. Miranda's clever little toes soon found the very crux of Karla's passion and she began to make long gentle circles over it underneath the water. Karla threw her head back as the toes drove her closer and closer to the elusive brink of orgasm.
"Yes, Mistress. Yes, yes!" she yelled, the water of the tub now foaming and splashing onto the floor in a fury of their mating. "More, more." she demanded and Miranda drove that sensitive foot more and more firmly into the woman's cunt. Karla held on to the foot like it was the very center of her universe forcing the toes over the lips of her pussy and the erect bulge of her clit. Faster and faster she moved her own foot and it too sent waves of pleasure through her lover. Soon both the women were thrashing and panting. The warm soapy waters lapped up over the edge of the tub and splashed onto the floor. With a pair of delighted yelps both women climaxed. Karla lifted the foot which had brought her so much pleasure out of the water and began to kiss and lick it. She ran her tongue over the hard ridge of the ball of Miranda's foot. She licked and sucked each of the toes like it was a little penis. Ten tiny cocks to suck to kiss to force deeper into her lust zone. She placed the foot between her massive breasts and enfolded them in the acres of flesh. Miranda lifted her other foot out as well and pressed the sole into her lover's face.
"Kiss my feet," she commanded and Karla did so with hearty abandon. She rubbed and massaged the feet. Running them over her tits, down her belly and back to the insatiable region of her cunt. For her own part Miranda enjoyed the minute attentions the dyke was giving to her feet. Each little toe screamed in pleasure as it was taken into the harsh gash of her mouth and was gently bathed with the tender kisses of the lover.
"That's enough, my love," Miranda said as the lesbian Karla lay back holding the foot to her breast. "We need our sleep my dear. Tomorrow is a big day."
"Of course, Miranda," Karla replied and lifted her bulky body out of the tub. She unfolded a large towel and held it open for Miranda.
"Thank you, love," she said as the warm soft terry cloth was wrapped around her body. Jane was still sleeping by the time the two lesbians were finally ending their rough days lust. Her so recently violated body was resting but her mind was active even in sleep. In her dreams she could see it all again. The feelings of the two people who had held her and filled her with such pleasure came back to her. Her hands moved down her body as her sleeping brain tried to recapture the passion of wakefulness. Her lips moved as if a hard stiff cock was there. Her tongue licked the edges of her mouth as if chasing some stray love juices back into her mouth where they belonged. She could have stayed thus forever. Halfway between sleep and wakefulness she lingered as the first cool rays of dawn shone through the large windows.
A soft tapping at her window brought her slowly out of her dream. Jane opened one eye and tried to focus in the diffused light of the early morning.
"Who's there," she whispered tentatively to the unmoving shadows in the room. "Who is it?" She was afraid that it was her demon aunt. Or worse the ugly hulk of Karla. Her lash all ready to tear into her flesh for some imagined insult. The tapping came again and she crossed to the window and cleared a little space in the fog which had formed there. Through the little window she could just make out a small and blanket wrapped form. Swallowing her fear she slid back the latch. Sylvia stood there in the cold of the dawn a wool blanket wrapped around her shoulders
"Sylvia!" Jane exclaimed. "Come in here. What's the matter?"
"I couldn't sleep anymore. I was waiting for them to come for me again." Sylvia looked as if she was about to cry. Her face was red with the cold and her little tits were black and blue from the beating she had taken the day before.
"I couldn't take another beating. That whip. My god. What are we going to do?" Sylvia began to sob and the tears ran down her pretty face. Jane was so upset by this vision of helplessness before her that she forgot her own fear of the lash and enfolded the poor beaten girl in her arms.
"There, there it's all right," she whispered as she clasped the servant girl's head to her breast. "I'll think of some way to get us out of here." With a gentle hand Jane led the sobbing girl to the bed and carefully placed her inside.
"We have to get you warmed up," she said in a motherly way and proceeded to pile blanket and sheets on top of her. Jane sat there stroking the troubled head of the young girl and singing to her in a soft sweet voice. Perhaps together she thought they could find some way to escape the evil clutches of the demon lesbians. She thought again of how she was forced by her own fear of the lash to tie Sylvia to the bedpost while Miranda took her vengeance on the soft girlish places of her body. "Have you heard from John?" she asked the quieting form of the young girl.
"If Karla had him then its not going to be good. She loves to draw blood. The lash is only one of her perversions. She loves to brand and cut." She began to cry all over again as she thought of all the truly horrible things that the vicious dyke could do to the poor boy. Jane wondered if there was any way to contact the police. Somehow, some way she had to get her and her new found friend out of this awful house and away from the demons which occupied it.
"Has anyone ever escaped from here?" she asked the small sunken figure of a girl. "The dogs, you said something earlier about the dogs?"
"They patrol the grounds." Sylvia replied through the fog of her tears. "I don't know how many there are but they are all killers." Jane tried not to show the disappointment which was in her heart. Killer dogs, dangerous lesbians it was all like a bad movie that she was forced to star in. She decided to wait and see what opportunities would arise. Perhaps if she tried her best to please her aunt then they would trust her. Then maybe she could find someway to get out. Jane wished hard for some friendly person to come into the house of horrors and deliver her from the evil there.
Soon the troubled form of Sylvia was breathing deep and steady in the throes of sleep. Jane crossed to the other side of the massive bed which at first had seemed so perfect and was now only a grim reminder of the disgusting acts she would be forced to commit. She huddled close to the sleeping girl and wrapped her arms around her like she was the only piece of warmth and sanity left in the entire world. She then traced a gentle hand over her wounds. The lash had left a criss cross pattern of wrath and destruction over the young girl's tits. The gentle curve of her belly was now just a mass of dried blood and scabs. The carnage awful and the healing only just begun. Jane closed her eys and pulled her legs up tight to her chest. like a little baby she wrapped up in her own warmth to escape the horrors of the reality beside her. She could not bear to have her own tender flesh cut and torn by that brutal device. She wondered what the evil Karla had done to the poor benighted body of John. She thought of all the awful possibilities. The things she could think of only just grazed the edges of all the degrading things that the group of dykes had made him do. After they had ridden him like a dumb animal they left him alone in his misery curled up on the floor. But his torment was far from over. They had led him by his chains to the center of the room and there in front of the assembled gathering of lesbians had shaved all the hair from his body. The bald slave of the French lesbo had first cut off all of his long blonde hair with a pair of scissors and then had lathered up the bristly nubs on his scalp and with a sharp straight razor, had removed all that was left. Then, as if this were not enough, they had lathered the thick mat of hair on his chest and laughing all the while, had shaved that bare as well. This process was continued till there was not a hair on his body. His pubis, his eyebrows, everything fell to the razor and will of the lesbians. He was so exhausted from his ordeal that there was nothing he could do.
Once they had him completely shaven they hooked the chains which pierced his cock and his nipples to a set of eyes in the ceiling just for such a purpose and began to enjoy themselves. First the oriental Madam Lee turned her well trained slaves on his captive body. They pressed against him from either side and rubbed his body. They pressed soft warm tits into his face and stroked the fresh shaven tenderness of his body. Against his will his cock began to harden. Knowing what was in store he closed his eyes and began to whimper. The lesbians loved it. The sight of a man with his nipples pierced and his thick cock with its chain leading from the head to the ceiling drove them wild in a fit of anti male glee. Two more female love slaves stepped forward from the crowd and began to tongue his ass. They moved their hot little mouths up and down the hard curve of his butt and flicked their well trained tongues around the sensitive area of his ass-hole. John emitted a low animal kind of sound as a large thick dildo was produced and was waved under his nose.
"Suck it big boy." A dyke dressed in nothing but a black slip commanded. "Suck the big cock you fucking animal." When John hesitated to comply a lash came down hard on his back and the love slaves giggled. The sight of a male in torment exciting them.
"Yes mistress." John moaned and began to tongue the huge device he knew would soon be shoved hard up his ass. His cock grew harder and harder under the wicked caress of the love slaves. The bald French girl began to kiss the full length of his shaft and with evil skill warmed and licked his balls. The newly shaven areas were alive with an electric kind of energy. Every touch of girls and every wet slick contact made his prick stand taller and taller as it drew closer to climax. Faster and faster the bald head of the love slave moved up and down his cock. Taking his chained hardness almost fully into her mouth and then moving her hot little hands up and down its length to bring him to orgasm. As soon as the first of his juices began to form at the head of his prick and John's chained captive body began to move faster and faster against the three hot bodies his head took more and more of the huge hard dildo into his mouth. One of the love slaves took the device from his mouth and began to lick it herself. Staring John right in the eyes she moved the thing down between her legs and rammed it home. Her back arched as the huge false organ moved in and out of her gaping hole. John moaned louder as the warm wet sensations at his cock grew and grew. The love slave on the floor shuddered once and lay back. Another came from the crowd and to delighted whistles from the gathering placed it at his ill used back door. The first rough pressure made him scream and this only served to fuel the blood lust of the vicious lesbians. They wanted to see him crawl and whimper. To beg for mercy and then have it denied. John gritted his teeth as he felt the first few inches of the device pass through the hard ridge of his ass-hole and begin to move in and out.
John began to move his hips faster and faster to the beat of the hardness in his ass. The love slaves continued to suck his cock and lick his balls and he could feel the red hot pressure of orgasm building inside him.
"Oh lord!" he yelled as the vicious dyke from France began to slash at his exposed ass and back with the whip. "No, no, no," he screamed as the whip came down harder and the dildo went further up inside his body. Someone John could not see began to tighten the tension in the chains which held his flesh. The pressure began to strain his nipples and he had to stand up on tiptoes to keep from being torn. The bald slave between his legs jerked hard on his cock. The rough palm of her hand hard against the bulging vein. Harder she pulled and placing her head over the end of his manhood stuck her tongue down the hole in the end. John screamed once more as the vicious lash bit into his back. The dildo was shoved harder up inside him. John could see out of the corner of his eyes the effect his torment was having on the other lesbians. Madam Lee had recovered her two love slaves and had one perched on each of her naked knees facing her. As John's movements became more and more frantic she moved her knees up hard against the willing cunts. The young girls squirmed as the little brown woman drove her knees hard into the soft wet cunts. Lee took the breasts of the girls in her hands and gave them a firm squeeze. Her probing fingers gripped the nipples and twisted them hard. The girls yelped in pleasure as the bouncing knees rubbed against their clits and made them come.
John closed his eyes as he sensed that orgasm was near. He tried to control himself knowing that the first signs of white goo would drive the lesbian with the whip even harder. He knew that once his load blew that they would not stop but continue lashing and tormenting his ill used body. The bald girl buried the stiffness of his cock in her tits and moved her slick sweaty body hard against him. John could stand it no longer and with a titanic heave shot the red hot package up into her face. The bald girl spread the magic liquid over her bare and shining head. She licked the last traces into her mouth and fell back tired by her activities.
One of the lesbians fell on her prone and sweating body. She worked her tongue up the full distance of her frame and buried her head between the white shining thighs. It set her pussy on fire.
"Yes, Mistress," she yelled as the fast, hard moving tongue found her most sensitive parts. The dyke spread her legs farther apart and buried her nose and mouth into the naked hairless region of her cunt. The bald girl began to grunt and thrash wildly on the floor as the hot pressure on her cunt drove her. Her hips moved up to take more of the lips, tongue and hands inside. The lesbian humped wildly and took the red shining orb of her clit in her teeth and roughly chewed. The pressure was too much for the slave and she bucked hard and screamed. The hot wet face of the lesbian began to kiss its way slowly up her stomach. Her tits became a hot battleground as another woman joined in. Together with the other they sucked the massive white mounds.
Both of the lust crazed women nipped at her nipples with teeth and tongue. The first woman climbed up away from the milky breasts still with their faint traces of John's cum and then pressed her sopping pussy into her face. The bald head moved quickly back and forth between the spread thighs of the older woman. She kissed the dark round circle of her ass-hole and drove her chin as deep as she could into the woman's snatch.