Chapter 6
Nathalie held her breath as the knob turned.
"Astrid? Hedda?" she called apprehensively.
It was neither. Sara Bjornson herself pulled the door open as Nathalie scrambled awkwardly to her feet in the tightly bound coverlet.
"You!" she hissed, her eyes flashing with accusations.
Sara only smiled. It was a cold, evil leer that made the girl shiver convulsively. The tall angular woman turned back toward the hallway and nodded curtly. Two husky men lumbered in and, at another silent command, turned and started for the girl.
"Stay away from me!" Nathalie cried, edging back toward the hearth. She could feel the warmth of the fire getting hotter through the layers of blanket but she kept backing, oblivious to all but the brutes who plodded menacingly toward her.
"Go away!" she screamed as she pressed against the stones of the hearth. There was no place left to retreat. She turned to flee to the left and one man snorted with laughter as she jumped past him. He stamped his foot down on the coverlet skimming along on the floor behind her and held it firm. Nathalie did not realize what had happened until the cold air rushed about her as she ran out of the coverlet's protection. The horror of exposing herself brought her to a dead stop and she hugged her arms quickly to her body to try to shield herself, then lunged toward the bed to grab another covering.
But the second man had outguessed her and was waiting. His hand snaked out and closed about her leather wristlet. Before she could react, he had whirled her around and pulled her body to him, her backside hard up against his body. As she struggled, he clamped a huge paw down over her breast and dug his fingers mercilessly into the tender, spongy flesh.
"Eyiiiiiiii!" she screamed, and it was a scream of absolute panic. Her legs and arms flailed helplessly in the air-her eyes were pinched closed; her screams were a total commitment allowing no other senses to function simultaneously. She did not know when he picked her up and carried her to the bed. She did not realize that chains were being hooked to the eyelets of her leather bracelets. Not until they spread her legs across the width of the bed did she realize that she was being chained down, spread-eagle, on the bed.
Her eyes snapped open and filled with horror as she looked down at her body.
"Nooooooo!" she wailed, jerking her head back and forth in a frenzy of fear.
The legs! If only they would allow her to keep her legs together. There was something insidiously vulnerable-wholly vile and nauseating to have the legs parted, the privates exposed.
So frustrated were her frenzied efforts, being absolutely useless in their effect, that she did not notice the men finish or leave until the door clicked shut behind them. Then she waited, her eyes tightly shut for long moments before she dared to see if she were really alone. Heaving a labored sigh, she peeked hesitantly and saw that they were gone.
Thank God! she thought, but as she turned her head toward the fire, she saw that her ordeal was far from over. Sara Bjornson was pulling the sash from her dressing gown as she walked toward the bed.
"We are quite alone now, love," the older woman whispered huskily. "I am sorry to have to tie you down but after you find how heavenly a woman's love can be, we will have no need for these chains."
"Go away!" Nathalie hissed. "God will strike you dead if you touch me! My father was a minister. Only yesterday, I buried him. How can you be such vile ghouls as this?"
"Oh, it is quite easy," Sara answered casually.
"My, but you have a nice body. To think how you looked before. What a terrible waste!"
"My body belongs to God!" Nathalie screeched.
Sara burst out laughing, her long, yellowed teeth giving her an eerie look. Her face was heavily powdered and her low, throaty cackle raised the hackles of Nathalie's hair.
Oh God, don't let her touch me, the girl prayed. Her touch would be more loathsome than that of a serpent.
As the laughter subsided, the woman's eyes narrowed and a sensuous smile spread across her wrinkled face.
"Now, dear," she said in her most seductive tone. "Feast your eyes on pure sensual splendor."
As the last word slid from her lips, she pulled the lapels of her gown aside with a flourish, allowing it to drop off her shoulders and slither to the ground. She posed there for a long moment, her chest arched out and her belly sucked tightly in as she displayed herself wantonly.
Nathalie shuddered. It was ludicrous. The woman was a sad, middle-aged shell of what, perhaps, had once been a lush young girl; but there was no way of telling that now. Her skin was slack and wrinkled. Her breasts hung pendulously like two monstrous fried eggs-the sacks limp against her chest, the nipples clinging precariously like old yolks about to break. Nathalie turned her head aside. She could not bear to witness such a disgusting spectacle. Obviously, the woman was quite mad, for the proud smile on her face bespoke a beautiful body, which was not the case at all
"Am I not beautiful?" Sara demanded.
"No," whispered the girl. "You are old-and not gracefully old at that. I feel only pity for you."
The woman's face became pale as she stared at the girl. Her mouth fell slack and then her cheeks began to redden as the stare turned into a glare of absolute rage.
"Never speak this way to me again!" she snarled, "or I shall have that pretty little ass of yours flogged so soundly you will wish you were dead! So I am not to your liking, eh? I shall make you eat those words-and me, too!"
"Please!" Nathalie whimpered, the woman's fierce countenance badly frightening her.
"No! One day soon, you will beg for me! Do you hear, girl? Your lush little body will hunger for me! You will be insane for my caress, mad for my tongue to lap the juices from your meat! Ahhhhhhhh!"
The spark of madness was in her eyes and in the contortions of her face and body as she threw herself upon the girl. She mounted her exactly as a man would mount a woman, grinding her mound down into the girl's tender privates and wiggling her tits on the soft, creamy mounds of Nathalie's breasts.
"Unnnnngh!" Sara grunted at the feel of the youthful, taut flesh. "Now, does that not feel heavenly, child?"
Nathalie shuddered. The hot, furred lips crushing down against her, splaying open as the woman rubbed her meat into the girl's slit, were impossible to ignore. Her loins still carried the glow of Astrid and Hedda's caresses.
"Answer me!" Sara demanded.
"No!" cried the girl. "What could be heavenly about such a vile act? You nauseate me!"
Sara raised herself up on one arm and slapped her hard across the face.
"Ohhhhh!" cried Nathalie at the sharp sting.
Without a word more to her, Sara leaned down and sucked in a puffy, pastel nipple. She wallowed it about in her mouth a moment and then began to suck, milking the breast compulsively with her hands.
The slap brought tears to Nathalie's eyes and, once started, they flooded down her cheeks and into her hair in a torment of misery. Her chest trembled and then began to heave with the convulsions of her sobs.
Sara tried to press her mouth down upon the girl's lips but Nathalie shook her head violently and would not allow it. It was the only defiance she could manage other than words, since her body was stretched tautly by the chains. For a time, she was able to dig her little rump down into the mattress to lessen the pressure of the loins against her. Sara tried pulling her ass up with both hands but found it took too much effort.
Grabbing a pillow, she doubled it and rammed it beneath the small ass.
"Noooo!" cried the girl as her legs and arms were pulled mercilessly by the added pressure.
"Yesssss," sighed the woman as she lowered her slit down onto Nathalie's arched, widely gaping meat.
"Ahhhhhh," she moaned as she ground her meat around and around on the girl's hot privates.
Oh God! What can I do? Nathalie thought frantically. The feel is so hot-so erotic and wild. I can't let her suspect. Oh God, help me hide this terrible thing inside me!
"That is nicccce," whispered the woman in a low, animal guttural. "Yessss, so nicccce!"
Sara was wallowing in lust, rubbing her meat wildly against the splayed, scarlet slit, and her brain was so fogged with her ardor, she did not feel the throbbing bud of the girl pounding out its need against her. Her mouth was open wide as she trailed her saliva around the girl's breasts, pausing to nibble here or suck there. Her hands now milked her own slack tits in a frenzy of desperation as she neared the peak. She began slamming her body down against the girl, slapping her pudenda into the girl's with bruising, crushing force that sent cascades of fire through both bodies.
Nathalie gasped for air, her chest heaving with her efforts, and the pounding of her heart within that cavern was so great that she feared she had given herself away. There was no way whatever to control it. It was all she could do to keep from crying out loud or thrashing against her bonds.
The urge to arch her loins was almost a compulsion now, but with a Herculean effort she managed to stay motionless. Every muscle and tendon in her body was braced for the effort.
"Ahhhh!" Sara grunted. "That is woman fucking, Nathalie. Screwing it in-and grinding it down. Ahhhhhh!"
The bursts of fire were coming faster and faster, and each was hotter than the one before. Nathalie's body screamed for release and the ache in her loins was almost unbearable. Her jaw was clamped tightly together as she held back the moans that pleaded for release. Slowly, she began grinding her teeth together.
"Ungh!" grunted Sara. "I want to-eat it-and rub it-Ungh! I want it all at once. Christ, I'm so hot!"
"Be still!" whimpered Nathalie. "I can't bear the vile words. Oh God, make her stop!"
They were not the words she wanted to say but they sufficed, for breaking the silence gave her release. With a shattering sigh, she felt her loins and her brain explode into a wildfire of sensations that left her breathless. It was all she could do to keep from crying out as her body was convulsed with wave after wave of flaming release.
Sara never knew, for at that moment, her own lust overcame her.
"Eyiiiiiiii!" she wailed, arching out her slit in one last, powerful thrust.
Nathalie could feel the throbbing explosion of her meat as she soared through her own quivering peak.
It will soon be over, she thought gratefully.
As Sara's body slumped down over hers, she sighed and let her own muscles relax. The woman's foul breath nauseated her, the feel of her paper-like skin made Nathalie shudder with disgust. She remembered what Hedda had promised.
"It will not be so bad as before," she had said.
Nathalie wondered. Between the dog and the woman, there was very little difference. They were both animals!