As the victim slowly regained her composure, Amelia bent to whisper in Laura’s ear. “Crawl over there and comfort her, she deserves to benefit from your new skills.” Without hesitation, Laura got down on all fours to make the short journey. As she approached she was taken aback by the close up view of the tortured flesh. Deep red welts with white edges criss crossed the area, some just starting to weep where the skin had been broken. The woman’s slim build and lack of flesh on her buttocks left the folds of her sex prominent and vulnerable. In an expression of sympathy Laura sucked in air when she noticed that one or two of the blows had landed directly across the puffy lips leaving angry purple blotches. The sensitive ring of her anus had not been spared either; she was going to be very uncomfortable for a few days.
Laura knelt, her face just inches from the woman’s private parts. For a brief moment she stared at the damaged flesh, conflicting emotions racing through her mind. Sympathy, fascination and envy all vied for precedence. She reached forward and, using both hands, ran her fingers gently down the length of the swollen lips. The unexpected touch made the woman flinch. The lips felt soft, warm and moist. It was a beautiful feeling. She took one finger higher and traced a path around the small round opening. The muscle contracted closing tight before it relaxed and opened again, almost welcoming an intruder.
It seemed so natural to move forward and use her tongue to provide some small relief. The juices were strong and tangy, was that the taste of fear or arousal? Laura couldn’t believe anybody could be aroused during such a beating. She continued to sweep her tongue along the outer labia and over the engorged clitoris until all traces of the bitter liquid were removed, only to be replaced by the sweet taste of fresh juices.
Even with her limited movement the woman managed to gyrate her hips enough to push herself backwards, encouraging the continuation of Laura’s enthusiastic attention. The unspoken appreciation of her efforts spurred Laura on. Plunging her tongue deep inside the hot opening she continued to experience all of the new tastes, textures and pleasures she had previously been missing out on.
Moving up she used her tongue to explore the smaller opening. Tentative at first she used just the tip to stimulate the puckered flesh, amused at how she could make it contract with each light touch. Her own arousal soon got the better of her, dispelling those long held perceptions of right and wrong. With a strong push she broke through the muscles’ resistance and continued the pleasuring she had bestowed on the lower opening.
With Laura’s tongue darting back and forth between the two centres of pleasure, new sensations surged through the woman’s body. The pain and suffering gave way to a frenzy of sexual fulfilment which made it a price worth paying.
Laura felt the woman pushing back against her face, no doubt desperate to extract every last scrap of pleasure from her reward. In response, Laura used her hands to open the lips as far as possible exposing the inflamed clitoris to her renewed attention. Almost as soon as she started, the woman’s head lifted, her back arched and her legs shook as a powerful orgasm ripped through her ravaged body.
With ever more gentle caresses Laura slowly brought the woman back into the real world. The pride she felt in making another woman have such a powerful orgasm brought a smile to her face. She wondered whether Andrew felt the same or whether he viewed it as a duty or a chore, she must add that to the ask list.
As Amelia picked up her lead to take Laura away the woman made the effort to turn her head, desperate to see who had been responsible for providing her with such pleasure. Kneeling back at Amelia’s feet, Laura watched as the woman was released and led toward the bedroom. The stocking mask was a mess, smeared with lipstick, mascara and tears but Laura still saw the distorted face smile as she passed.
They sat for some time before Amelia turned to Laura and whispered, “you can go and get cleaned up and dressed now if you like, I’ll wait here for you.” Laura rose to leave as Amelia added, “By the way, you were great tonight. I know you missed out on your chess piece but I hope you choose to come back.” Laura smiled, slowly nodded her head then made her way to the bedroom.
The other woman was still in the bathroom leaning over the vanity unit and applying her make-up, her hair still damp from the shower. Dressed only in stockings and heels the evidence of her beating was clearly visible. With the arousal of the scene now in the past, it felt a little awkward to come face to face with her. What do you say to a woman you have just been having sex with? You’ve just had your tongue in her most intimate places Laura told herself, her juices are still drying on your face.
She needn’t have worried. As soon as the woman saw Laura in the mirror she put down her make-up, turned and went to her. “Laura, isn’t it?” Laura nodded. “Thank you so much,” she hugged Laura, “you were fabulous, I needed that and you were so good.” Her classy accent seemed so out of keeping with the evenings activities.
“Are you OK?” Laura inquired.
“Sore, but I’ll recover. My number came out the month before last as well, that’s the way things go sometimes. I wouldn’t miss it for anything though.” She then leaned in close to whisper. “My toys are going to get a bashing for weeks off this.” They both giggled. Laura was soon put at ease as the two shared their thoughts and feelings about the evening.
“I wish I had the nerve to show my submission like you and put myself forward to take what you did.”
“You did. If your number had been drawn out you’d have had no choice but to take it. When it’s happening you’d do anything for it to stop, you swear you won’t put yourself in that position ever again but after the event, when reality returns, so do the inevitable urges and you keep coming back for more. I suppose really it’s a small price to pay for the benefits, and to be honest, I secretly hope my number comes out.”
At shortly after one in the morning Amelia dropped Laura off. Andrew was still up awaiting her return. They drank coffee and raided the fridge to pick at some leftovers while she excitedly told him the story of what had happened. Some parts he wanted repeating and probed for more detail. He seemed to be very okay with her new lust for the female body. She told him that she had surprised herself, once she got over the misguided and long held beliefs of what was right and wrong.
“Ready for bed then?” Andrew said, after he had digested every last scrap of titillating information.
“Yes, I think I am, but don’t expect to get any sleep for a while. There’s one area that’s been badly neglected tonight, and I think you’re just the man to put that right.”
36
“Laura there’s a lady here to see you,” Abbie said, poking her head round the door.
“Who is it?” she asked, without looking up from her computer.
“It’s Amelia Chambers.” Laura almost jumped from her chair–that got her attention. Abbie nodded her head vigorously while silently mouthing ‘it’s her, she’s here.’ Laura tugged down her skirt and straightened her blouse collar. “Shall I send her in?” she asked aloud.
“Of course, thank you Abbie.”
Amelia breezed through the door in her usual confident manner. “I was just in the area so I thought I’d pop along and see how you were,” she said, “nice offices, and staff”. They spent a few minutes exchanging small talk and general chit chat before Amelia brought the conversation round to the real purpose of her visit.
“So how are you feeling after our little night out?”
“I’m good, I enjoyed it. I got away lightly though, didn’t I? I mean what if my number had been picked out, I don’t know what I’d have done.”
“Oh come on, we both know what you’d have done, you’re a player in all this and you know it.” Without saying it aloud Laura had to agree, and more importantly she felt proud to be included.
“I’m still a little confused with how this is all panning out and how I feel about it though.” It was true, she’d spent a lot of time thinking things through without arriving at any solid conclusions. She felt that she’d been dragged into a whole new world where there seemed to be different rules and values. Finding herself more and more under the control of Weston and his associates didn’t disturb her in the way it should, quite the opposite in fact. It seemed that their control was seeping into all aspects of her life, even there at her office during the working day–and the thought excited her.
“Anyway,” Laura said, “you could have called me to ask all this, so why are you really here?” She had been around those perplexing people for long enough to know that there was nearly always a hidden agenda, and probably not to Laura’s advantage.
“Straight to the point. I like that.” Amelia said perching on the edge of the desk. “Don’t be so suspicious, can’t I just call in to see you with no ulterior motive?” Laura doubted it but said nothing. Amelia continued. “By the way, that Abbie’s a cute one isn’t she.”
“You keep your hands off her, she’s naive and trusting.” Laura quipped.
“Oh I doubt it but we’ll see. Does she know about the game and what you’ve been up to?”
“It might have come up.” Laura said hesitantly.
“And what does she think about it?” As Amelia asked, a devious smirk spread across her face.
“She didn’t say much.” Amelia expected just such a non committal answer.
“Well let’s see for ourselves shall we.” Laura panicked as Amelia headed toward the door.
“No! Please. Amelia, she works for me, and she’s my friend. Don’t do anything, please?”
“I love it when you beg, but you know it won’t do you any good.” She continued walking over to the door and called. “Abbie, would you come in here for a minute please.” Abbie joined them, looking a little puzzled. “Hi Abbie, Laura tells me you know about our little arrangement, is that so?” Abbie looked to Laura for guidance. A slight nod told her to tell the truth.
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