Maxine Neville - Niece in bondage

"Lick me with your tongue, Vanessa." Obediently, Vanessa opened her mouth and her tongue sought the hardened bud of Lily's clitoris. It began to lash teasingly at the little nub of lust-hardened flesh. And then, in imitation of what Lily was doing, she began fucking her tongue obscenely in and out of Lily's steaming cunt, working with a passion that only increased the sinful flame in her own body. She felt an abandoned surge of desire, a consuming need. The sweet smell of the blonde girl's cunt was driving her nearly mad with illicit lesbian lust.

Lily's hand began again to stroke Vanessa's full firm tits, while her mouth and tongue continued their passionate ministrations of her tenderly quivering pussy flesh. For a moment, she slowly withdrew her tongue and took the throbbing button of Vanessa's clitoris between her tiny white teeth. She nipped teasingly at it and then ran her tongue around and around in continuous maddening circles. Then she returned to her tongue fucking of the black-haired woman's hotly writhing pussy channel.

Vanessa was completely lost now in this insane and sinful lust. Her head began to flail wildly from side to side as her hips jerked hungrily up and down on the bed. Lily's mouth opened still wider, and she moved her tongue downward along Vanessa's smooth, moistly heated cuntal slit, sawing in and out of the hotly throbbing pussy. She began to fuck the captive woman harder and faster with her tongue, sliding it deep up into Vanessa's tightly clasping cunt. Lily reveled in the hoarse animal mewls that came from Vanessa's throat as her hips tossed and jerked with the overpowering sensations caused by Lily's hotly thrusting tongue.

At the same time Vanessa's tongue was wildly fucking in and out of Lily's hot cunt, her thumb scraping across Lily's pulsating clitoris. Both women were very close to their mutual orgasms, which were now churning madly in their bellies. As Vanessa sucked with wild abandon now, the tremors in Lily's lovely body began to spread in larger and larger waves. She was close, very close and then – suddenly – she was there!

Lily reached the pinnacle of her orgasm and began to tumble into ecstasy. Her writhing body convulsed with wave after wave of powerful release, and, caught up in the throes of her violent passion, she forced her greedy mouth even tighter into the rapture-filled center of Vanessa's pussy. It was as if a million volts of electricity had passed through her body, and her hot tongue continued to fuck deeply into Vanessa's pussy.

Then Vanessa's exquisite face twisted into an obscene mask of lust and she began to scream as if she had gone mad: "Ahhhhhhhhhh… aiiiieeeeeeeeee… oh Goddddddddd!" Around her tongue, Lily could feel Vanessa's vaginal muscles spasming. Vanessa's orgasmic fluid seeped out of her hotly vibrating cunt. Lily's climax tore through her body as her tongue lapped the honeyed dew from Vanessa's cunt. Wave after wave of ecstatic orgasmic release surged through their beings.

They bucked and spasmed together for several minutes before their orgasms began to subside. When it was over, they lay still together for awhile, and Vanessa became aware that the drug was wearing off. It was an unpleasant awareness, for with it came the guilty knowledge of what she had done. Lily was laying by her side, her face as innocent and peaceful as a child, and her fingers playing idly in Vanessa's dark hair.

Why, she feels no guilt at all, thought Vanessa. She looks untroubled, so happy. Vanessa both hated and envied her. Hated her for being part of this bizarre conspiracy she still did not fully understand. But she envied her the freedom to enjoy her body with such utter abandon.

Vanessa knew she must have slept through all that day for when she awoke it was night. She awoke from a fitful sleep that had been filled with grotesque dreams. The images still danced macabre in her head: the gargoyle faces, the grotesque and grinning red lips of a fat woman she had never seen before, and the monstrous phallic shapes that seemed to permeate every setting. The walls of her dream were a dark red, like dried blood, and nowhere through her dream world was there any space of light or peace.

Lily had appeared in her dream, at first as an erotic figure which had aroused Vanessa, though with a horrible kind of passion which seemed to reek of death. Even Lily's face, which had seemed so innocent and peaceful in reality, had seemed, in her dream, to be completely vacant, zombie-like, a being who had lost her soul. And then there was her uncle's voice, echoing through those dark red chambers of her dream, her uncle's deep and resonant voice, a voice of utter power and confidence, saying over and over again: "You belong to us, now. There is no way to return. There is no other world for you anymore. You belong to us."

All through her sleep, she remembered now, she would wake when it all grew too horrible, only to fall asleep and resume the dream exactly where it had left off. There is no way to return… there is no other world.

Vanessa sat bolt upright in her bed. She had to escape. She knew with a sudden certainty that worse things lay in store for her… knew that ultimately she would die in this house, be it a real death, or the kind of death of self that Lily had obviously fallen victim to. Hadn't she completely lost her will – even to move her own limbs twice since she had arrived here! She had to try to escape! She was astonished now at her own fearlessness. And proud of herself. She had made a decision, and now she would carry it out.

She dressed quietly, then took the money from her purse, stuffed it in the top of her bra, took a deep breath and opened the door. She had half expected to find Billy Butter standing just outside, but there was no one there. She looked both ways down, the hallway. It was empty. She listened for a human sound. It was totally silent.

She walked cautiously towards the dark wooden staircase and peered down into the living room. The lights illuminated the room, a fire was burning in the fireplace, but there was no one there. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest now. Her knees trembled, but she continued on her way. Slowly, listening after every step, she went downstairs. She leaned flat against the wall and held her breath to listen. She heard the fire crackling, heard the screech of brakes outside the house.

The outside world! It was the first sound from the outside she had heard since her arrival. It gave her courage to continue. She walked by the open doors of the living room, then down the long mirrored corridor towards the door. Finally, her hand was on the knob. She turned it. It was locked.

She was disappointed, but only for a moment. She regained her resolve and set out to explore the rest of the first floor. There must be a back door somewhere, she thought. But, just then, she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. It was Uncle Aleister, followed by Billy Butter.

"Good evening, my dear," he said. "So glad to see you up and about again."

"Good evening," said Billy. "Glad you are up and about again." He had a childlike grin on his face as he echoed his master.

"Won't you join us for a little aperitif now? And, of course, tonight you will dine with us."

"Why-why thank you," she said, having no other choice now but to go along with it all until another opportunity to escape came along. She was certain he did not know she had tried to leave, since she had taken no purse and no suitcase.

They sat around the fire in the living room, while Billy brought them each a glass of sweet vermouth. "We were quite worried about you," said Aleister. "We thought at first the fever would never break, and of course, we were all overjoyed this morning when Lily told us you had awakened and had put away a hearty breakfast." Suddenly Vanessa felt bold.