Chapter 13
Hedda and Astrid quickly dressed and brought a basin to wash the girl before they applied the salve. Nathalie roused only momentarily when they rolled her over. She jerked awake with a start, however, as the salve began to take effect.
"Ohhh!" she cried. "It burns!"
"Can you stand it, or shall I wash it off?" Astrid asked anxiously.
"The salve! Is it the salve?" she asked groggily.
"Yes," Astrid answered. "You still want to try it?"
"Of course," Nathalie said firmly. "I can stand it."
Her jaw was tightly clamped, her eyes brimming.
"How much time do we have left?" Hedda wondered aloud.
"Not much," Astrid said.
"The persimmon smell is so strong," Hedda said. "Do you think we can wash away the odor?"
"Bring the oils," Astrid commanded. "They should do it if anything will."
"Am I not supposed to be oiled all over?" Nathalie wondered.
"Yes," Hedda said, handing her a bottle. "Oil as much of yourself as you can. It is very late."
"My privates burn something fierce," she complained.
Astrid nodded. "I am washing it away now," she said.
They worked silently, each concentrating on her own particular task. Astrid applied some of the gritty salve to the girl's nipples when she had cleansed her pudenda. While she waited for the medication to take effect, she slipped her finger into Nathalie's slit to test the effectiveness of the drug.
"Do you feel anything?" she asked.
"No," said Nathalie hesitantly and then, "No! No! It works!"
"Wonderful!" Hedda exclaimed. "Oh, if it really works, it will be such beautiful justice."
"Spread your legs wide," Astrid ordered and when Nathalie complied, she bent down and ran her tongue the full length of the girl's meat.
"I cannot feel a thing," Nathalie cried. "All I have to do is look away and I feel nothing at all!"
"Nor do I taste anything other than the oil," Astrid observed thoughtfully. "Hurry, before it has time to wear off! Cleanse the salve from her nipples and get her into the gown!"
The activity that followed was frenzied. Within minutes, they were leading her from the room and down the hall to the mistress' chambers. Astrid knocked.
"Come in," came the low reply.
Hedda opened the door and they pushed Nathalie through. Then she was left to face her mistress alone.
The room was quite dark. Nathalie glanced and, at first, did not see Sara Bjornson at all.
"Come here, my dear," the low voice beckoned and Nathalie turned toward the voice and saw the woman's nude body reclining on the large heavily draped bed. The deep magenta side drapes cast a shadow across her body, but even this could not hide the pastey whiteness of her skin. Everything within Nathalie cringed but she knew that the longer she prolonged the ordeal the more likely the numbness was apt to wear away. Taking a deep breath, she marched toward the bed.
Stopping near the head of the bed she looked down upon the older woman coldly and waited.
"Are you going to come willingly or should I call the guards?" Sara had one hand about the tassled cord that would summon help.
Nathalie shrugged. "The sooner it is over, the sooner I can leave," she snapped. "Shall I remove my gown or do you have other nauseating plans for me?"
Sara's eyes had bugged out almost from the beginning of the girl's insolent reply. Then, quite suddenly, her manner changed and she laughed, showing all of her long ugly yellow teeth.
"My dear," she tittered, "you are positively quivering to get on with it. What a foolish ruse! Now, off with your things and come to me, pet!"
Nathalie hurried out of her gown but the derisive sneer that curled her lips was calculated to inspire something less than confidence in the haughty mistress. When Nathalie was bare, she literally flopped down onto the bed, crossed her arms with a bored sign and said, "All right, get on with it!"
"Why you little bitch!" gasped the woman. "What kind of an act is this, anyway?"
Nathalie turned and stared blandly into her eyes.
"It is no act. These vile little games you and your husband play are loathsome to me," she said with a shudder. "Your touch turns me into a glacier of revulsion and when it is over, I must sit close to the hearth for several hours stoking the blaze repeatedly before I can warm the chill from my bones."
"You lie," the woman hissed.
"Why should I lie?" she asked. "Since I can, in no way, avoid these sessions it would be far easier if I could learn to bear them more easily."
Sara reached to caress the girl's lovely breast and frowned as the girl shrank from her touch. She leaned over and licked the soft, puffed nipple but it did not harden even when she sucked it into her mouth. Curiously, she drew away and stared at the girl, her hands roving nervously across Nathalie's belly and thighs.
"I do not believe there is such a thing as a frigid woman," Sara said coldly. "Perhaps we have pushed you too fast. I shall be more careful today, but I will not believe that you are incapable of feeling."
"What does it matter?" Nathalie asked coldly. "It is your pleasure that has forced me here."
"It is my pleasure to have a young girl such as you begging for me," she snarled and Nathalie saw her soul naked at that moment.
She was old-miserably, hatefully old, and it was a sentence she could not accept. As her body grew daily more ugly, her need to feel beautiful became more important. Any lithe, young body eagerly accepting her caresses would naturally make her feel more desirable. Nathalie could not understand why it should have to be a girl. She had never heard of such a thing before but the need itself she could plainly see in the woman's hateful, hurt glare.
Somehow, Nathalie had managed to prick that wound. She could not let up now. From what Astrid and Hedda had told her, there had been many girls that had been brought here to suffer these same indignities.
"I shall never beg," Nathalie answered. "You have absolutely nothing that I want other than my freedom."
Sara's hands had slipped into the fur of her mound and now burrowed into her slit. Raising both arms up to cross them beneath her head, Nathalie continued to stare curiously into the woman's face.
Sara's lips curled into a sneer. "I have much to teach you, yet," she said and squirming down the bed, she buried her face in Nathalie's loins.
"Spread those legs!" she commanded and Nathalie dutifully obeyed.
Sara's tongue teased back and forth across her furred lips and when she looked up, Nathalie was staring blandly at the ceiling. Determinedly, she renewed her effort, quivering her tongue down across the girl's meat as delicately as the wings of a hummingbird. No musky woman-scent appeared. No honey oozed from the girl's cunt. Sara rested her flat, broad tongue against the girl's tiny bud but she could not feel the slightest pulsation.
She could not believe her own senses. This had never happened before. The girl was absolutely unfeeling, a cold, emotionless statue. After a few more frenzied flurries with her tongue, she gave it up and crawled up to lie on top of Nathalie's body. Gripping her cheeks, she heaped kisses upon her lips and then bore down in a throbbing embrace. As her tongue stabbed out a staccato of hunger she reached down to pull the girl's ass up. Through it all, Nathalie remained completely passive and disinterested.
"See if this does not make you feel, little bitch," Sara growled.
Pressing her meat tightly into the girl's slit, she loosed a hot stream of piss. Nathalie could feel the heat of it. She felt the pressure as it spewed ir.to her and, for a moment, she had to concentrate to keep from responding to the wildly erotic act. Sara sucked hungrily at her nipples and Nathalie could feel them begin to respond.
Oh God, she prayed, don't let it wear off now.
"How much longer do you think it will take?" she asked out loud and then held her breath. She was sure the woman would hit her. As she raised up away from Nathalie's breast, her mouth hung slack, saliva still drooling down the side of her chin. Her eyes were fogged with shock.
She reached up above Nathalie and the girl braced herself for the expected blow but Sara only grabbed the cord and gave it two brutal jerks. Then she rose from the bed and grabbed up her dressing gown.
"Get out!" she hissed.
Nathalie heard a key turn in the lock and Astrid and Hedda entered.
"Get her out of here!" Sara screeched.
"Yes, ma'am," Astrid answered as Nathalie rushed to them.
Hedda pushed her through the door.
"And you two!" the woman called after them. "Come to me as soon as you have her locked in her room."
Astrid turned to smile at the mistress as she closed the door.
"A pleasure, ma'am," she said.
The three girls rushed down the hall to the safety of Nathalie's room. They dared not speak until the door was shut.
"It worked?" Hedda demanded.
"Yes!" Nathalie squealed. "Another five minutes and I wouldn't have made it. She made water on me!"
Hedda giggled. "Do not look so shocked, pet," she whispered. "It can be heavenly."
"We must get back," Astrid said. "She might suspect and I imagine she is a hot old bitch by this time."
"Thank you," Nathalie whispered.
Hedda kissed her cheek impulsively. "A pleasure," she said. "Just keep it up, doll. We're all rooting for you."