Chapter 5
Wonderful feelings rippled through Wendy as she awoke.. .
Marvelous sensations!
Her mind was clouded with sleep, and with the sedative's drugging effects. Wendy was confused, unfocused, as yet only half-awake.. .
Was she dreaming?
All she knew was that she felt wonderful! If this was a dream, she only wanted it to continue.. .
She glowed with pleasure. Her skin tingled, glowed. A glimmer of well being floated all over her.
But was particularly strong in her soft, sensitive parts -
Her most intimate anatomy!
She really couldn't think clearly yet. Her eyes were closed. She drifted half-in and half-out of wakefulness, dream fragments floating up.
Wendy was SOOOOO warm!
Her velvet flesh glowed. She felt like she was floating on a tide of pleasure. Oh, when had she ever felt this good?
The overall glow was gradually replaced by a deeper, stronger sensation, a rising tide of excitement.
The warmth bathing her turned to heat. Her nipples throbbed, sending twin pulses of pleasure shooting through her.
But a third, ever so much more intense pleasure zone made itself felt -
Right between her legs!
Ummmmm, yes, that was the source of all these delicious feelings!
Her pussy felt like glowing silk and satin, oozing masses of moist juices. It glimmered like it was in some zone of pleasure.
She could barely sense the outlines of her pussy. They seemed to have melted, dissolved in the mass of pleasure down there.
But something that was not Wendy -something wet and warm and wonderfully alive and electric was making itself felt down there.
Its action sent waves of delight shooting through her.
Somebody moaned.
It would take Wendy a good deal of time to realize that she was the moaner.
The flashes of delight came stronger now, more direct and determined, as if planning to send Wendy rushing along with them.
And her breasts! They were also being stimulated wonderfully.
Her breasts were shimmering semi-solid globes tipped by achingly hard nipples. Nipples which glowed under kisses and caresses.
Sending out currents of arousal which mixed with the even more powerful currents arising from her dripping pussy.
Something in Wendy.. . and there most definitely was something in Wendy -something slippery and warm and wriggling.
It was all satiny and its action against her flesh thrilled the moaning miss.
She wanted to respond to it, to lean into those wiggling caresses, which were accompanied by liquid suckings and slurpings.
Wendy moved her hips to meet that stimulator, pushing her hips into it, rubbing herself against the giver of pleasure.
When she pushed her hips upward, and pressed her pussy against the stimulator, it made her feel all that much better.
And very good indeed did she feel!
She was short of breath hard for her to catch her breath. She panted for it.
She tried to move, to adjust position. Oddly, she hardly could move at all.
In all the midst of that fog of pleasure, two areas of unyielding rigidity stood out a pair of bands circling her ankles.
Confusion flickered in Wendy's mind, along with gathering wakefulness.
All was not bright and sunnily pleasant as she had been lead to believe. Somewhere in her head was the knowledge of things dark and wicked.
These thoughts were a kind of shadow, a dark cloud edging the bright hot sun of sensual delight in which Wendy now simmered.
And she was simmering God, it was hot!
She squirmed restlessly, yet little freedom of movement was open to her, indeed she even to be restrained in some fashion.
But she was so hot!
The heat radiated out from her pussy, pouring up through her in waves, waves which formed a tide which was irresistible -"God!"
Wendy came and came awake.
She was in Barbara's room, in Barbara's bed. She was on her back. She was nude, her nightgown, opaque and chaste, having been removed while she slept.
More than that had been done while she slept!
As Wendy came, her eyes snapped open.
She tried to sit up, but was held in place.
In stunned incomprehension, trembling from oncoming orgasm, Wendy tried to make some sort of sense out of the scene impinging on her eyeballs:
Barbara was in bed, too.
Paula Aunt Paula sat in a chair at the bedside, leaning over the bed.
Barbara, outfitted in her black satin French maid's uniform, knelt on the bed between Wendy's wide-spread legs.
Barbara's legs were folded under her. Her hands wrapped Wendy's naked hips. Her head was bowed between Wendy's legs.
Her face was pressed to Wendy's crotch.
Her mouth was fastened to Wendy's pussy.
Barbara's white linen maid's cap was tilted back to the middle of her crown.. . pushed back where it would be out of the way.
Out of the way, while she went down on
Wendy's pussy.
Barbara's round face was red under a glistening coating of saliva and pussy juices. Her blunt, round-tipped tongue flailed Wendy's pulsating clitoris.
Aunt Paula leaned over the bed. She was dressed casually, in a long-sleeved white blouse and knee-length black skirt.
She had her arms stretched across Wendy, one arm over the top of her breasts, the other arm over her belly.
She held Wendy's arms pinned at her sides, and Wendy pinned down to the bed.
Paula's head pressed Wendy's bosom.
Her sucking mouth was wrapped around Wendy's nipple, tonguing it.
"What-what are you doing?! "
Wendy's shriek was breathless, too.
In that instant, all the shocking painful memories crashed over Wendy, who suddenly remembered all that Johnny had done to her.
And, just as bad, realized what had been done to her by Aunt Paula and the maid.
Wendy was horrified -
But the orgasmic processes had already reached the point of no return. Like it or not, Wendy was coming. "OH!"
Her climax was wrenching. Wendy was no virgin, but neither had she ever had her precious pussy gone down on.
Especially not by so expert a clit-licker as Barbara!
Wendy's horror was only swept aside by the devastatingly physical reaction, the wrenching orgasm.
She went rigid, thrashing with stiff limbs on the bed, eyes rolling.
The climax crashed convulsively.
. . .Peaking at last, like a crashing tidal wave, it broke, casting Wendy down in a breathless rush of bodily sensuality.
"What.. . did.. . you.. . do?" Wendy moaned.
She was staggered.
Drained, her strength sapped, Wendy fell back on the bed, unable to do more for the moment than just lie there, moaning.. .
Paula pulled her sucking mouth off Wendy's mouth. She reached to the night table and from it took something glinting and metallic.
Handcuffs.
Wendy's eyes were squeezed shut. What had just happened to her was bad enough.
But looking at Aunt Paula's and Barbara's wicked, lascivious, leering faces was just too much for her to deal with.
Her hands were brought together.. . and something hard-edged and cold closed over her wrists, clicking locked into place.
THAT opened up Wendy's eyes fast enough!
Aunt Paula leaned back on the stool at the bedside. Her eyes glowed and her mouth and chin were wet.
As were Wendy's breasts, wet from suckings given them by Paula.
But it was not her aunt that attracted Wendy's squirming attention so much, as it was her restrained condition.
With all the implications held by such restraints.
After all, last night Johnny had bound her before raping her.
And, once again, she had been raped.
It was a gentler one, arranged while she slumbered, calculated to make her climax before she even knew what had happened.
A more subtle violation.
Barbara squatted with her bottom perched on the backs of her high heels.
She rolled her tongue in her mouth, smacked her lips, bubbled with merry laughter.
"Good morning!" Barbara sang out.
"Good afternoon, you should say," Paula corrected. "My tasty niece has slept for a long time!"
"I'll say she's tasty!" agreed Barbara.
"My God!" Wendy moaned. "Have you both gone crazy?! "
"Now, just relax, dear, don't get yourself excited "
Barbara made a mock pout:
"Didn't you like my, er, wake-up call, Wendy?"
"What are you doing to me?"
Wendy sat up. She lifted her cuffed hands in front of her.
"And these! Why are my hands cuffed?! "
"Purely a precautionary measure, darling," Paula said. "For your own good!"
"For my own good! And I suppose your molesting me is for my own good, too!"
"Why, yes, it is!"
"This is crazy," Wendy moaned. "I've got to get out of here!"
"You might find, that a bit difficult to do," Paula said.
Wendy was already moving not far.
For when she tried to scramble off the bed, she could not move.
Something--a pair of somethings--caught her ankles up short, preventing her from moving them more than a few inches each.
Now she saw the black plastic cuffs fettering her ankles. Each cuff was chained to a corner at the foot of the bed.
Chaining Wendy down to the bed with her legs spread wide.
Wendy flopped down on her back from her chains jerking her short.
"Help!"
"Don't be difficult, Wendy," Paula snapped irritably.
Wendy shrieked for help. When she paused to take another breath, Paula said:
"Yell as much and as loud as you like. This duplex is completely soundproofed, so none of the neighbors can hear you!"
Before Paula was done, Wendy resumed hollering.
Barbara put her hands over her ears to cover them from the noise.
Paula motioned to Barbara, beckoning her. Barbara unfolded her legs and dismounted from kneeling between Wendy's spread legs.
Wendy's bush was damp and dark with saliva. Her pussy lips bubbled under a frothy coating of saliva.
Under the saliva, her labia were darkly glowing. She was no less filled on the inside, where she dripped with juices and saliva.
Barbara moved to Paula. Barbara's eyes were heavy-lidded, sensual, smoldering. She moved slowly, highly aware of her body and all the soft sensitive parts thereof.
Paula turned to the side on the stool to face Barbara.
She lifted Barbara's skirt and petticoat.
Barbara wore a garter belt, panties, stockings. She held her skirt while Paula pulled down the see-through black lace panties.
Those panties were worn on the outside of the garters, standard procedure in this place, worn thusly for quick and easy removal.
Wendy's shrieks fell off for a stunned instant at the sight of Barbara's pink creamy hips, dark brown furry bush, thick pussy lips.
The panties rustled against Barbara's stockinged legs as they descended, to fall in a flimsy circle around her ankles.
Barbara leaned forward, as if to touch her toes.
Barbara's great round rump was a pair of pink shining globes, their creamy surfaces mottled with darker, rose-tinged splotches.
Souvenirs of last night's late-night discipline session.
Her bottom arched out as she bent down from the waist. Her pink rear was deliciously framed with garter belt and stockings.
The dark stocking tops pressed in on her upper thighs, so excess flesh welled out of the stocking tops, belling out.
Equally lush as her ripe thighs was the full flesh of her pussy.
A beaded droplet of moisture glimmered in her slit.
Barbara stepped out of her panties, working the dainty flimsies over her black shiny beetle-hard high heels.
Panties in hand, she straightened up.
"Here, ma'am!"
"Thank you, Barbara," Paula said coolly, her eyes glittering. "My, my.. . these panties are quite damp, dear!"
Paula lifted the panties under her chiseled nostrils. She held the undies so their fragrant crotch was turned out to her.
She inhaled.. . closed her thick-lashed eyes. Nostrils flaring, she inhaled deeply of the fragrance of the perfumed panties.
Perfumed with Barbara's natural juices.
Paula opened her eyes at last.
"How sweet you smell this morning, Barbara!"
"Thank you, ma'am!"
Barbara still held short skirt and petticoat up above her waist.
"If you think I smell good, ma'am wait 'till you get a whiff of our guest! Wendy smells like heaven between her legs!"
"I shouldn't doubt it," Paula chuckled, "after the work you've put into her this morning, my dear mouthy maid!
"How did my niece taste to you?"
"Dee-licious, ma'am!"
"I see and smell the effect Wendy's charms had on you, Barbara."
Paula reached between Barbara's legs.
Which Barbara obligingly spread wider, parting her thighs to allow Paula's hand to pass between them.
Pussy lips quivered at Paula's slight touch. Paula leaned forward, scraping her fingernails up and down the pussy lips.
Pressing her fingers on either side of the labia, Paula thumbed them open.
Pussy lips parted with a musky smell and a moist sucking sound. Juices oozed shinily from dripping pink membranes.
"Oh!"
Barbara gasped when Paula inserted not one, but two fingers held together, into her pussy, spearing them deep.
Paula worked her fingers back and forth, working them rapidly, generating more juices.
Barbara oohed and aahed, buttocks reflexively clenching and unclenching. She rocked her hips, working her pussy against the fondling hand.
"My God," Wendy wailed, "what kind of people are you?! "
"The kind you're going to get to know very much better," smiled Paula, not interrupting her fingering of Barbara.