Chapter 8
The next night after her session with Mathew, Kathy's step-mother Carrie approached her. The young girl had been reading a book in her father's library when her step-mother entered the room, blowing smoke behind her like a steam locomotive.
"No, no, no, don't get up dear. I just came down to have a little chat. A mother-daughter chat, so to speak," Carrie said.
There was something in her tone that Kathy definitely did not like. There was a certain hostility lying just below the surface. And then there was the fact that the woman was dressed entirely in black. It made her look downright evil.
"Well, if you insist," Kathy said, trying to re-group her forces.
"Oh, I do insist," Carried said, still moving rapidly she passed Kathy, though not before pushing her unnecessarily back into the large leather chair in which she was sitting.
Kathy closed her book without marking her place.
"Yes, indeed, I have some very important news. News I think you will be very, very interested in," Carrie said, pouring herself a large glass of brandy from the Captain's own private reserve.
"Yes?"
"There has been some awful gossip around the mansion lately. I don't know if you are aware of it or not, but just dreadful stories are circulating about you among the servants," Carrie said, and as if the strain of unburdening herself were too much, she took a large gulp of the brandy.
"Rumors? Among the servants? Why, if servants didn't have to spend at least eight hours a day at their appointed tasks all they would do is create rumors," Kathy said, trying to bluff the matter away.
Her bluff didn't work. In fact the light manner in which she threw off the comment failed to make the slightest dent in her step-mother's expression.
"Yes, and I suppose I do have a moral obligation to tell you that your father is dead. He died oh, about half an hour ago during a particularly strenuous bout of coitus," Carrie said. Her tone implied that she was delivering a report on the weather rather than the news of a dead parent to the only child.
"Daddy? Dead?" Kathy said, trying to will some tears into her eyes. In fact she wasn't that sorry at all. She was already counting the money. If the truth be told, she hadn't spent more than two months in the company of her father since she was an infant.
"Come now, don't try to well any tears up in those pretty eyes. In fact, you're not sorry at all. You're already counting the money. And, if the truth be told, you haven't spent more than a month in the company of your father since you were an infant," Carried said.
"Two months would be a closer guess," Kathy said, her face growing stern. She knew that her step-mother was up to something.
"I suppose you're thinking of reasons why I'm talking to you like this. Well, I'll tell you."
"Please do," Kathy answered not being able to keep the note of sarcasm from dripping into her voice.
"Well, the dear departed Captain's will contains a morals clause for you. And, my dear, I am afraid you have violated that clause. When I interviewed the servants they were very clear, and I might add, explicit, in your, shall we say non-traditional duties," Carrie said.
"So, you want to screw me out of my inheritance. So, that's it. Well, I'll just tell you, I happen to have a little money of my own. Money which you can't touch with all of the moral clauses this side of the Mason-Dixon line," Kathy said. Her voice was rising and she felt mad as hell.
"Yes, I know all about the money held in trust for you. It comes to approximately a quarter of a million. Not much for a young person born into such expensive habits. Though, I do suppose you could invest it wisely. Make the rounds of the usual places and find some man who would be willing to take you on as a wife. But then, you'd be at his mercy for the rest of your life. And judging from, shall we say, your unorthodox appetites, well, that would just not be your style," Carrie said, and blew a large plume of smoke toward the ceiling.
"H-how did you find out?" Kathy asked, her voice now showing a note of panicky concern.
"Well, for starters, the gardener's son and the silver polisher were my own domestics. They are loyal to me. And then there's Mathew," she said, releasing a large cloud of smoke skyward.
"Mathew?" Kathy said.
"Yes, you see he's my cousin. Oh, perhaps not a cousin, but some kind of relative."
"I see, so why are you telling me this? Why not just do what you have obviously intended to do all along?"
"Why my dear, but I am. I have intended all along to make you my love-slave. Oh, of course you'll be cut off from any direct access to the money. But you can be assured I will support you in the style in which you have become accustomed."
"Me, you wanted me all along?" Kathy asked, her voice dripping with doubt.
"Why of course. I always wanted you, since the night I saw you at your coming out party. I was there of course, just another name among the others on what was an impressive guest list. I saw you then, and I knew I just had to have you," Carrie said.
"So, this has been plotted for some time?"
"Oh, a few years. I moved slowly and carefully, and now you are mine."
"And what do you intend to do with me?" Kathy asked.
"Well, first, bitch, I want you out of that chair and on the floor. When you are in my presence you should always be on the floor. Is that clear?"
It took Kathy a moment to re-adjust to the change in the situation. That so much could have changed in so little time seemed extraordinary.
"Well, down, down on your knees right now or you'll be penniless for the rest of your life," Carrie said.
Slowly the young girl slid to the floor. Her knees were well cushioned on the soft rug. Her eyes looked up at the other woman appealingly.
"Now, let's see what kind of cunt lapper you are," Carried said. She had moved from her pose on the desk to the soft leather chair which Kathy had occupied. It was still warm.
Kathy was perhaps a few feet from the chair. She watched intently as her wicked step-mother pulled a large tab on a zipper down the front of her dress to reveal that she was indeed naked beneath the garment.
"Okay, now, you're going to get a taste of what you gave that sweet, mild-mannered boy," Carrie said.
Kathy crawled the few steps to her step mother. The other woman's pussy was in plain sight. The zipper came down not only to her pussy, but circled halfway back around her ass as well.
"Wait, we should do this right. No need to rush into it," Carrie said, and she jumped up and let the dress fall around her. She wore only a pair of dark stockings, garter belt and black high-heeled shoes now.
Kathy began to crawl toward the woman once again. She moved slowly her knees scuffing smoothly on the thick rug.
When she got to the older woman's feet, one of the black shoes lifted in front of her. She took it into her hand and kissed the leather toe. It smelled of leather and of a musky woman scent.
"Lick it. Just like Matty did," Carrie ordered.
Kathy stuck out her tongue and ran it across the pointed toe of the fashionable shoe. It tasted of leather.
She kissed and licked the foot until it was covered with her saliva.
Then she began on the other foot. She gave it the same treatment. She worked slowly and methodically. She could feel the other woman shaking with lust as she worked her tongue up her still shapely leg.
When she reached the top of the stocking, Kathy began to kiss the pale flesh. She planted kiss after kiss across the warm skin, letting her tongue sneak out just a bit and caressing the white, white flesh.
Soon the young girl was between the other woman's thighs. She was kissing higher and higher. She could smell her pussy. She could then feel the curly pussy hairs brush her cheek.
Slowly she turned her head and took a small amount of cunt hairs between her lips and pulled gently.
"Oh, you hot little bitch. Do it. Dot it!" Carried moaned, and lifted her hips slightly off the chair.
Kathy released the small clump of cunt hair and poked her tongue into the other woman's pussy. It had a salty tangy taste.
Carrie didn't wait long. She reached down and grabbed Kathy by the hair. She forced the young girl's head right up against her dripping cunt. Her cunt had been dripping since the first time she saw the young girl.
Kathy tried to work her tongue over the wet twat, but it was hard as Carrie was pushing her face this way and that, rubbing her face into her pussy.
The young girl's tongue fluttered about the wet hole. She caught a piece of pussy lip here, a slice of clit there. She wasn't able to do the job properly with all of the pushing around.
Carrie was now arching her hips as far as she could. She was grinding her large cunt against the young girl's face. Kathy could feel the pussy flexing and spasming around her face.
"Your finger. Use your finger!!" Carried moaned.
Kathy obeyed. She slid one finger, and then another into the pussy. The cunt closed tightly around the two digits as Kathy slowly stroked them in and out.
And then the young girl noticed something. She was wet also. She was secretly enjoying the slave routine from the other end. Her only hope now was that someone would beat her. She could hardly wait for someone to put the strap to her tight little ass.
Faster and faster Kathy pumped her finger in and out of her step-mother. The pussy clenched and grabbed at them. The young girl had fallen into the older women's beat and was now hitting clit at every lick. Again and again she drew moans from the older woman as she flicked the clit first one way and then the other.
"Eat me! Yes, eat me!" Carried moaned as she came. The young girl's face was covered with love juice and her eyes slits that revealed two lust crazed fires beneath.
And then there was something else. Just was Carrie was beginning her orgasm there was the familiar sound of whistling leather and a strap landed solidly across the young girl's ass.
The hard blow across her ass burned, it was her jokester Father.