Chapter 11
Maureen walked up and down her room, restlessly. The satisfaction that she'd obtained from her session in the library had waned. Still aroused and wet, she wanted-no, needed a man.
Suddenly, she remembered Ken Blake. What was the hold that her aunt had on this young man? What had happened to him in New York that made him willing to work here in this out-of-the-way spot for nickels?
Maureen made a decision; she hurried out of her room to Sylvia's suite.
"Who is it?" called Sylvia when Maureen tapped at the door.
"Maureen-" she answered.
There was a moment's hesitation, then Sylvia's voice called, "Come in."
Maureen entered, then stopped in surprise. Her aunt was wearing thigh-high leather boots that reached to her crotch; around her waist was a wide leather belt. And nothing else! Her large breasts hung down loosely, obscenely. She was holding her cane in one hand.
"What did you want?" she asked coldly.
Maureen didn't answer. She was staring at the luxuriant mass of pubic hair on her aunt's abdomen.
"I was expecting William," Sylvia explained. "He's been remiss in his duties and needs disciplining."
"Do you always dress like that when you discipline people?" Maureen asked.
"Yes. But what did you want?"
Maureen drew in her breath. "I was wondering about Ken Blake."
Sylvia's eyebrows went up. "Wondering what?"
"You said you knew something about him," said Maureen quickly, "something that made him willing to stay here, do whatever you told him. What is it? What did he do in New York?"
Sylvia stared at her niece in silence for a moment, then said, to the point, "Rape. He likes raping girls, unconscious girls." A grim smile crossed her face. "They've got to be unconscious or he doesn't get any thrill out of it."
Maureen's mouth sagged open.
"He drugs them," continued Sylvia, calmly, "usually brings them a doped drink. Then when they've passed out, he rapes them. They never know. That's what gives him his thrill!"
Maureen made a low sound, remembering the night she'd arrived at Blythe House and Blake at her bedroom door with a glass of bourbon.
"Did he do that to me?" she asked in a very small voice.
"Yes, he did. That's why I punished him."
"Is it-is it big?" Maureen quietly asked. "What?"
"Is-is his cock big?" whispered Maureen.
Sylvia tightened her lips. "I suppose so-" she said, icily.
There was a tap at the door.
"Come in, William," called her aunt.
The butler entered, cast a startled glance at Maureen, then turned to Sylvia. "You-you wanted me, ma'am?" He showed no surprise at seeing Sylvia's bizarre attire, Maureen noticed. He must be used to it.
"Yes," said Sylvia, "and you know what for."
He nodded his head.
"You'd better go now, Maureen," said Sylvia.
Maureen cast another curious glance at the old man, then left the suite.
She hurried back to her room, still hungry with desire. She pressed the bell-push beside the door and waited.
After a few moments, Blake tapped at the door, then entered.
"You wanted something, miss?" he asked, drinking her in with his eyes.
Maureen sat on her bed. Her knees were propped up, exposing silk white thigh-flesh and pink, pantiless vaginal lips.
"Yes," she said, watching his eyes veer down to stare at her exposed vulva. "I'd like a drink, a bourbon."
Blake's eyes jerked up to her face. He looked suddenly very pleased. "I'll fix it right away."
He hurried from her room, and Maureen lit a cigarette, dragged smoke into her lungs and felt flickers of excitement ripple through her body.
It didn't take Blake long. "I hope this is the way you like it," he said, placing the drink on the bedside table.
"I imagine it is," said Maureen coolly.
He still stood there, waiting to see her drink it.
"You can go now, Blake," said Maureen. "I'll ring if I want another drink. And thank you."
When he'd gone, Maureen smiled, got up, took the drink to the wash-basin and poured the drink down the drain. She replaced the empty glass on her table, then moved to the bell-push, touched it briefly, then hurried back to her bed. She snuffed out her cigarette and lay on her back, breathing deeply through her nose.
After a minute, there was a tap at her door.
Maureen didn't answer.
The door opened and Blake entered. Maureen watched him through shielded eyes.
Blake's eyes flickered to the empty glass on the table. "Already," he murmured to himself.
He reached down to stroke Maureen's silk-shod legs. She felt tiny thrills flickering up to her crotch. She lay very still.
Blake lifted her skirt, baring her pubic area. Maureen heard him draw in his breath. "You sweet, high-class cunt!" he muttered.
His hand went down, toying with her vulva, feeling the wetness, probing his finger inside.
"Am I gonna fuck you!" he muttered, unfastening his pants at the front.
Her long eyelashes shielded her eyes; Maureen stared at the penis that came into view. She stifled a sudden gasp of expectancy. Like her aunt had said, it was big!
He reached down, took a foot in either hand and opened her legs. She could feel the moistness that squirreled between her vaginal lips.
Blake climbed over the end of the bed, moving himself up until his body was pressed on Maureen's. She was conscious of his weight, the smell of his breath, the urgency of his desire, of her own desire.
He moved his knees, parting her thighs wider, the tip of his cock touching her open vaginal lips. It was only with an effort that she kept herself relaxed, supine.
Blake pushed his shaft into her vulva, the pulsing life in it throbbing along the walls of her vagina.
Maureen felt the end of his cock touching the back of her sexual slot, an exciting, soothing, sensation. She let her legs relax completely, falling open more widely as he thrust in and out with even, rhythmic movements.
He opened her blouse at the top, thrust his hand inside and found her braless breasts; he caressed the nipples while his cock worked inside her pussy. The feel of his fingers, so different from those of her aunt, thrilled Maureen. Her whole body felt aroused, on fire, as her nipples stiffened under his manipulations. Her vagina contracted and expanded with a natural sympathetic movement.
"You'll never know," Blake gloated, as he became more excited. "I'm fucking your classy pussy, Maureen, an' you'll never know!
His cock had become stiffer, bigger as his orgasm neared.
She lifted her pelvis very carefully, very gradually, so that her clitoris was pressed against the huge mass of muscle squeezed into her. She could feel her own climax nearing, too.
Fuck, she whispered to herself, fuck me deep, fuck me hard! Make me come!
Blake's breath became more labored, his movements more tremulous, more thrilling.
Suddenly, his whole body shivered on top of her; she felt the head of his penis expand inside her vulva as her clitoris bobbed frantically. The juice spurted out, so hot that she felt as though she was being scalded. But she didn't care. Her clit had gone wild, and the walls of her vagina were undulating out of control.
Maureen clenched her teeth tightly together to restrain the cries of joy that bubbled up from her throat as her orgasm broke.
"You made me come, Maureen," Blake panted, "you an' your high-class pussy." He laughed obscenely. "You're a good fuck, Miss Maureen, the best, the tops. An' you'll never know."
He dragged himself off Maureen's body, and she felt the warm fluid seeping from her curled-open vulva.
She lay very still, waiting. He took his handkerchief and wiped some of the juice from off her vaginal lips. She felt him probe inside with the end of his handkerchief, trying to sop up some of the fluid that still seeped out. Just the touch of his fingers against the sensitive tissue made her want to jerk herself off. But she restrained the urge.
At last he was finished; he pulled down her skirt, fastened her blouse, then buttoned the side of her skirt. He stared down at her for a long time with an expression of satisfaction on his face.
At last, he moved to the door. Before he opened it, he turned, stared at Maureen's face and murmured, "How sweet you are, Miss Maureen, how sweet!" Then he was gone.
Maureen's eyelids felt heavy, her body satiated.
In a few minutes, she fell into a deep, refreshing sleep.
She awakened some hours later. Stretching, she reached for her watch on the bedside table and glanced at its luminous dial.
Four o'clock. It was late, so very late. But a languid smile came to her lips as she remembered Ken.
Her thighs pressed together tightly, the moistness sliding out between them, while a new sudden and crazy desire raced through her mind.
For a long time, Maureen lay very still. Finally, she slid off the bed and slipped on a light robe.
Soundlessly, she padded to her door, opened it, tip-toed into the corridor, then moved in the direction of Aunt Sylvia's room.
The door to her suite was unlocked. She could hear the sound of heavy breathing coming from the room. Maureen smiled grimly, remembering how deeply, how soundly, her aunt slept.
Noiselessly, she moved to the dresser at the side of the bed, opened the top drawer and groped inside.
It was still there.
She took out the dildo, closed the drawer as silently as she'd opened it, then padded out.
Back in her own room, Maureen looked at the object in her hand. It was as long and thick as she remembered it. She stroked its smoothness with a sense of fascination and horror. Then, sliding off her clothes, she strapped the huge dildo onto her naked body.
She got back into bed, pulled the sheets up to her chin, then reached out and rang for Jennie.
She looked sleepy and frightened when she opened Maureen's door.
"You-you wanted me, Maureen?" she asked hesitantly.
"Yes, Jennie, come here."
Slowly, Jennie took a step towards Maureen's bed.
"You-you're not going to-to spank me?" she asked timidly.
Maureen smiled. "No, Jennie, dear, I wanted you to sleep with me."
A slow smile spread over the maid's face. "Really?"
"Yes, Jennie," whispered Maureen, "come to bed!"
"Oh, Maureen-" the little girl ran across the bedroom, pulled down a sheet and climbed into the bed.
Maureen was careful to hide the dildo from Jennie's view.
"You've done so much for me, Jennie. Let me do something for you."
"Oh, Maureen-" Jennie embraced Maureen, then slid her hands lower. Maureen seized the tiny hands, holding them away from her body.
"Don't touch me," she whispered, "just lie still and let me do sweet things to you, Jennie dear."
"Whatever you say," murmured Jennie, wriggling herself about with happy anticipation.
"Just turn off the light, then lie very still," instructed Maureen.
Jennie giggled, breathlessly, as she did what she was told.
Maureen slid her hand up the maid's nightie. As she'd suspected, Jennie was naked underneath. Her hand moved through the small wet pubic forest, finding wet lips that opened under her fingertips.
Jennie jerked her body. "Oh, Maureen!" she murmured, shivering with anticipation.
She caressed the tiny clitoris, gently but sensually. A low moaning sound came from Jennie's lips.
Maureen's finger slid lower, found wet vaginal tissue and probed into it. Jennie whispered, "Nice, so nice!"
Her finger slid in, then out, squirreling around in the warm wetness; then Maureen added another finger and slithered the two of them in and out of Jennie's excited vulva.
"D'you like being fucked?" asked Maureen softly.
Jennie giggled, breathlessly. "You-you mean-finger-fucked?"
Maureen added another finger. "Just fucked," she said. "D'you like it?"
Jennie was breathing more deeply now. The three fingers filled her hot little cunt. "I-I guess so-" she mumbled. "S-sure I-I like it!"
"I wanna lie on top of you," hissed Maureen. "D'you wanna let me do that?"
"You know I let you do whatever you want!"
Maureen sighed as she squirmed herself on top of the maid. "Yes, I guess you do," she whispered, "I guess you always do!"
She eased Jennie's thighs wide open with her knees. Still diddling her pussy with the three stiff fingers, she reached for the strapped-on dildo with her free hand.
Maureen took a deep breath, steered the rounded end of the dildo to the open lips, then removed her three fingers from Jennie's squirming cunt. She touched the opening with the end of the dildo.
Jennie made a sound of surprise. "What're you doin'?"
Maureen didn't answer. The maid wasn't frightened yet, just surprised.
The vaginal lips were curled wide open and Maureen gripped the end of the dildo tightly, tried to guide it inside.
The small, wet opening didn't seem big enough to accommodate it.
Jennie's body moved upward as Maureen drove the dildo in.
"Whatcha doin'?" Her voice was frightened now.
Maureen took a deep breath, then lurched herself upward, forcing the end of the dildo into Jennie's stretched cunt. The girl screamed with the pain and tried to wriggle away.
"Lie still!" hissed Maureen, struggling to keep the huge rubber shaft in the girl's pussy.
Frozen with horror, she lay still while Maureen drove inward to the limit, and the stiff dildo thrust through soft tissue, reaching to the top of Jennie's sexual slot.
She screamed again, but Maureen ignored the sound and continued to drive in and out.
Jennie made a bubbling noise with her lips.
Maureen could feel the vaginal walls sucking at the dildo as she forced it in and dragged it out. The sensation thrilled her. Even Jennie's squeals increased her excitement.
But now her screaming had stopped; instead, she undulated her hips as the shaft slid in and out with slow, sensuous movements.
Maureen could hear each panted breath that spurted from Jennie's lips.
"You see," she whispered, "you like it, I told you, you'd like it!"
Jennie wriggled her bottom, opening the cheeks, letting the shaft drive in more easily, more pleasurably.
"It-it's like-like bein' raped!" Jennie murmured.
Maureen let the dildo move around inside Jennie's pussy. She got a sense of satisfaction out of being able to control it.
"But it's nice," said Jennie, "so nice!"
"I knew you'd like it," said Maureen.
The girl jerked her pelvis upward to meet the thrusting rubber cock. "M-Maureen-" she stammered, "I-I'm gonna-gonna come!"
The thrill ran through Maureen's flesh as she heard the words. "You sweet doll," she whispered, kissing her on the lips, "you sweet, screwable doll!" And she drove in with renewed vigor until Jennie writhed, squealed and throbbed as the monstrous dildo caused a vast orgasm to rock through her shivering flesh.
"I-I came-" sobbed Jennie.
"I did it!" sighed Maureen, letting her head fall beside Jennie's on the pillow. "I really did!"
Jennie felt the huge rubber object sliding out of her strained, stretched-open pussy, a once-tiny hole that would never be small again.
"Yes, Maureen," she whispered, "you fucked me all right, you really fucked me up, but good!"Then she let the salty tears wet the pillow beside her head. Maureen didn't hear her as she'd dropped into a deep, restful sleep.