Lee Garimond - Lesbian slave

Okay. All's well that ends well. Vera's spirits perked up considerably. Except that she still felt a bit restless, naturally, an obvious consequence of her unforeseen early departure from what was supposed to have developed into an all-night orgy. The sacrifice had brought peace of mind, but it sure wasn't doing anything for her frustrated body. No great problem, though, not with an outlet for her frustration so conveniently close. Grinning in anticipation, she surrendered to the sudden impulse and took the shortest possible route toward sexual satisfaction naked, what else? spurning even a pair of slippers in her erotic haste. Like a thief in the night, she padded through the hall. Or a rapist, more likely, a sneaky rapist on the prowl. Uh-huh. The room was dark and her vulnerable rape-victim lay asleep.

"Solange?"

"Mmmff… "

"Wake up. I need you."

"Ummm. Huh?"

The mattress shuddered and sagged under Vera's knee. She reached down, grabbing for a handful of hair from the lolling head beneath her. And as she looped her other knee across the sleep-drugged face, a warm breath rose to greet her from below, tickling her crotch. It was like a guide for her settling body. Slowly, languorously, the drowsy servant came out of her stupor.

Vera quivered, keenly aware of the sensation, continuing her descent less cautiously now. She moved with abrupt force at the last instant, catching the upturned face between her bare buttocks. Then she held still and waited, wondering now about the impulse that had propelled her into this comparatively unfamiliar position. Even in reclining comfort, it wasn't one of her favorite caresses. The idea must have been left over from earlier in the evening, a recollection of Judy's servile attitude toward Alison. Were they still doing it over there, having a kiss-ass orgy of their own? Regardless, it seemed unfair to come home frustrated and make poor old Solange bear the burden.

Then again, maybe the burden was quite bearable. A whimper sounded faintly, muffled in flesh, piteous but not exactly a sign of protest. There was no struggle down there, no attempt to escape, and Vera could only assume that the imprisoned face had already become reconciled to its prison. And she was sure of it a moment later, squirming in sudden delight as the unmistakable thrust of a tongue ended all doubt. An eagerly amorous tongue right up my asshole! bidding her a fond welcome with enthusiastic familiarity; after all, the lewd caress itself was hardly new to their longtime relationship. Only the position. And now that too might become part of the routine, an already proven innovation, already successful in transforming the suspended stupor into a state of highly animated activity. As though poor old Solange didn't mind being burdened at all. Such devotion! Wasn't it really a demonstration of love?

Perched there in all her naked glory, Vera felt like a queen on a throne. No more worries, no forebodings about the future. Everything was coming up roses. Roses, roses, roses. She could even feel it in her rosy red asshole. Oh shit, it was like sitting on a rosebush, thorns and all. Just thorny enough to prickle a bit and keep her from getting careless.

The gentle caress was just too lovely to risk losing. Judy kept her eyes shut, feigning sleep as slowly burgeoning desire encroached upon sweet serenity. But last night's contentment was no match for the fresh excitement skittering over her skin. Oh, if she could only keep them both! Yesterday she had felt a trifle queasy but hadn't really minded being handed over like a piece of merchandise; after all, a kid in her predicament was bound to run into some rough treatment. Now, though, awakening from a lovely dream to find an even lovelier reality, she was saving the queasi-ness for her return trip. There was nowhere she would rather be than right here in this strange house, here on the bed of her overnight owner, the beautiful golden-haired heiress who looked like a movie star and acted like an angel…

"Darling? Judy?"

"Hmm?"

"You awake?"

"Of course. I've been awake. Couldn't you tell?"

"Oh. Forgive me. I just had to do it, darling. The way you were lying there asleep, so sweet… "

"It's all right. What time is it?"

"Early. There's plenty of time. You don't have to go yet. I only wish you didn't have to go at all. Not ever."

"Me too. But we can pretend, can't we? Alison? Just for a little while?"

"It won't be easy."

"Do that some more. What you were doing. Cuddle me?"

"Mmm… such a cuddly baby… "

"Oooh!"

"You like?"

"As if you didn't know. How could I help it? When you're doing that to me, I have to bite my lips to keep from screaming. I never knew anything could feel so good."

"Silly. Go ahead and scream. My servants are old and hard of hearing. Aside from being half-decrepit. Anyway, they're downstairs in the other wing at this hour."

"No screaming, maybe I'll just moan a little. Are you serious about the servants? Old and deaf? If so, you really do need me and not just for this. I mean this, you know? I'd keep the place clean and take care of your clothes and "

"No! Not like a maid. You shouldn't have to work, Judy, not a pretty little girl like you. I'd just want you to stay young and beautiful and sexy and terrific in bed, of course just as you are now. That's all the work I'd expect of you. If you can call that working. No maid service, you're not built for it."

"Oh, please, I'd want to do it, everything, whatever needs to be done. I'd wait on you, take care of you, be your personal maid in every way possible. I wouldn't be happy otherwise."

"Well… " Alison giggled. "Are we still pretending? Arguing about something that's out of our reach? You belong to Vera, not to me. Isn't that the way you're supposed to feel about her?"

"I I guess so. But I don't, really, not like I feel about you. Only please don't tell her, she might get mad. And then I'd probably have that bossy old housekeeper of hers on my neck."

"Her maid, you mean? Solange?"

"Housekeeper or maid or whatever. The one with muscles like a linebacker. Big old bitch. She can make it real rough on me, you know?"

"She she beats you?"

"No, not exactly. Just a smack on the fanny once in a while, something like that. She pinches a lot, though, and I'm never sure if she's trying to get sexy or just showing me who's boss. With her it's all the same, pretty much."

"You two don't get along, I gather."

"Oh, we get along fine as long "as I jump whenever she snaps her fingers. I just hate her guts, that's all. And if she ever heard that, I'd have my head handed to me. I I don't know why I'm telling you all this… "

"I'm glad you are, darling. It means you trust me. And you should, too I'm no tattletale. I don't like Solange either, from what I've seen of her which isn't much, I'm glad to admit, since our paths seldom cross. For that matter, I'm not overly fond of Vera at this point, but that shouldn't be any concern of yours. I do think you've got more to tell me, though. If you're so unhappy over there, why don't you just pack up and move out? Stay here with me and we won't have to pretend any more."

"It sounds wonderful. Except for one small detail. I got into trouble once and it's something Vera knows about, something she's using as a hold over me. I'm just not free to come and go as "

"You got into trouble? Tell me about it."

"I I'd rather not."

"As you wish. I won't pry into your private affairs. But if there's even the slightest chance that I might be in a position to help, well… "

Gratitude swelled in Judy's heart, gratitude for this obviously sincere offer of assistance. For a moment she even had an urge to speak up, to confess, to tell her sweet friend about the whole ugly mess. But she didn't dare. Alison Laird lived in a different world, a nice clean world; she might not understand how a poor kid could get bogged down in the dirt of that other world. And anyway, it wouldn't be fair to make someone like that share her anguish. What could anybody do about it?