‘Oh! don’t tell Mr Jack, miss!’ shrieked Fanny, letting her legs drop as she could no longer endure the whole weight of her struggling body on her slender wrists, ‘don’t let him know!’
My curiosity was naturally aroused and intently I watched the movements of Alice’s hand which the fall of Fanny’s legs brought again into full view. Her forefinger was buried up to the knuckle in her maid’s cunt! The mystery was explained, Fanny was not a virgin!
Alice seemed staggered by her discovery. Abruptly she quitted Fanny, rushed to me, threw herself on my knees, then flinging her arms round my neck she whispered excitedly in my ear: ‘Jack! she’s been… had by someone… my finger went right in!’
‘So I noticed, darling!’ I replied quietly as I kissed her flushed cheek, ‘it’s rather a pity! but she’ll stand more fucking than if she was a virgin, and you must arrange your programme accordingly! I think you’d better let her rest a bit now, her arms will be getting numb from being kept over her head; let’s fasten her to that pillar by passing her arms round it and shackling her wrists together. She can then rest a bit; and while she is recovering from her struggles hadn’t you better… slip your clothes off also-for your eyes hint that you will want… something before long!’
Alice blushed prettily, then whispered as she kissed me ardently, ‘I’d like… something now, darling!’ Then she ran away to her dressing-room.
Left alone with Fanny, I proceeded to transfer her from the pulleys to the pillar; it was not a difficult task, as her arms were too numb (as I expected) to be of much use to her and she seemed stupefied at our discovery that her maidenhead no longer existed. Soon I had her firmly fastened with her back pressing against the pillar. This new position had two great advantages, she could no longer hide her face from us and the backwards pull of her arms threw her breasts out. She glanced timidly at me as I stood admiring her luscious nakedness, and waiting for Alice’s return.
‘When did this little slip happen, Fanny?’ I asked quietly.
She coloured vividly: ‘When I was seventeen, sir,’ she replied softly but brokenly: ‘I was drugged… and didn’t know till after it was done! It’s never been done again, Mr Jack,’ she continued, with pathetic earnestness in her voice, ‘never! I swear it, sir!’ Then after a short pause she whispered: ‘Oh! Mr Jack! let me go!… I’ll come to you whenever you wish… and let you do what you like… but… I’m afraid of Miss Alice today… she seems so strange!… oh! my God! she’s naked!’ she screamed in genuine alarm as Alice came out of her toilet-room with only her shoes and stockings on, and her large matinee hat, a most coquettishly piquantly indecent object! Poor Fanny went red at the sight of her mistress and didn’t know where to look as Alice came dancing along, her eyes noting with evident approval the position into which I had placed her maid.
‘Mes compliments, mademoiselle!’ I said with a low bow as she came up.
She smiled and blushed, but was too intent on Fanny to joke with me. ‘That’s lovely, Jack!’ she exclaimed after a careful inspection of her now trembling maid, ‘but surely she can get loose!’
‘Oh no!’ I replied with a smile, ‘but if you like I’ll fasten her ankles together!’
‘No, sir!’ cried Fanny affrightedly.
‘Yes Jack, do!’ exclaimed Alice, her eyes gleaming with lust and delight. She evidentially had thought out some fresh torture for Fanny, and with the closest attention, she watched me as I linked her maid’s slender ankles together in spite of the poor girl’s entreaties!
‘I like that much better, Jack,’ said Alice, smiling her thanks; then catching me by the elbow, she pushed me towards my alcove saying: ‘We both will want you presently, Jack!’ looking roguishly at me, ‘so get ready! But tell me first where are the feathers?’
‘Oh! that’s your game!’ I replied with a laugh. She nodded, colouring slightly, and I told her where she would find them.
I had a peephole in my alcove through which I could see all that passed in the room, and being curious to watch the two girls, I placed myself by it as I slowly undressed myself.
Having found the feathers, Alice placed the box near her, then going right up to Fanny, she took hold of her own breasts with her hands, raised them till they were level with Fanny’s, then leaning on Fanny so that their stomachs were in close contact, she directed her breasts against Fanny’s, gently rubbing her nipples against Fanny’s while she looked intently into Fanny’s eyes! It was a most curious sight! The girls’ naked bodies were touching from their ankles to their breasts, their cunts were so close to each other that their hairs formed one mass, while their faces were so near to each other that the brim of Alice’s matinee hat projected over Fanny’s forehead!
Not a word was said! For about half a minute Alice continued to rub her breasts gently against Fanny’s with her eyes fixed on Fanny’s downcast face, then suddenly I saw both naked bodies quiver, and then Fanny raised her head and for the first time responded to Alice’s glance, her colour coming and going! At the same moment, a languorous voluptuous smile swept over Alice’s face, and gently she kissed Fanny, who flushed rosy red but as far as I could see did not respond.
‘Won’t you… love me, Fanny?’ I heard Alice say softly but with a curious strained voice! Immediately I understood the position. Alice was lusting after Fanny! I was delighted! It was clear that Fanny had not yet reciprocated Alice’s passion, and I determined that Alice should have every opportunity of satisfying her lust on Fanny’s naked helpless body, till the latter was converted to tribadism with Alice as the object.
‘Won’t you… love me, Fanny?’ again asked Alice softly, now supplementing the play of her breasts against Fanny’s by insinuating and significant pressings of her stomach against Fanny’s, again kissing the latter sweetly. But Fanny made no response, and Alice’s eyes grew hard with a steely cruel glitter which boded badly for Fanny!
Quitting Fanny, Alice went straight to the box of feathers, picked out one, and returned to Fanny, feather in hand. The sight of her moving about thus, her breasts dancing, her hips swaying, her cunt and bottom in full view, her nakedness intensified by her piquant costume of hat, shoes and stockings, was enough to galvanise a corpse; it set my blood boiling with lust and I could hardly refrain from rushing out and compelling her to let me quench my fires in her! I however did resist the temptation, and rapidly undressed to my shoes and socks so as to be ready to take advantage of any chance that either of the girls might offer; but I remained in my alcove with my eye to the peephole as I was curious to witness the denouement of this strangely voluptuous scene, which Alice evidently wished to play single handed.
No sooner did Fanny catch sight of the feather that she screamed: ‘No!… no! Miss Alice!… don’t tickle me!’ at the same time striving frantically to break the straps that linked together her wrists and her ankles. But my tackle was too strong! Alice meanwhile had caught up a cushion which she placed at Fanny’s feet and right in front of her; she knelt on it, rested her luscious bottom on her heels, and having settled herself down comfortably she, with a smile in which cruelty and malice were strangely blended, gloatingly contemplated for a moment her maid’s naked and agitated body, then slowly and deliberately applied the tip of the feather to Fanny’s cunt.
‘Oh, my God! Miss Alice, don’t!’ yelled Fanny, writhing in delicious contortions in her desperate endeavours to dodge the feather. ‘Don’t miss!!’ she shrieked, as Alice, keenly enjoying her maid’s distress and her vain efforts to avoid the torture, proceeded delightedly to pass the feather lightly along the sensitive lips of Fanny’s cunt and finally set to work to tickle Fanny’s clitoris, thereby sending her so nearly into hysterical convulsions that I felt it time I intervened.
As I emerged from my alcove Alice caught sight of me and dropped her hand as she turned towards me, her eyes sparkling with lascivious delight! ‘Oh, Jack! did you see her?’ she cried excitedly.
‘I heard her, dear!’ I replied ambiguously, ‘and began to wonder whether you were killing her, so I came out to see!’
‘Not a bit of it!’ she cried, hugely pleased.
‘I’m going to give her another turn!’ a declaration that produced from Fanny the most pitiful pleadings which however seemed only to increase Alice’s cruel satisfaction, and she was proceeding to be as good as her word when I stopped her.
‘You’d better let me first soothe her irritated senses, dear,’ I said, and with one hand I caressed and played with Fanny’s full and voluptuous breasts, which I found tense and firm under her sexual excitement, while with the other I stroked and felt her cunt, a procedure that evidently afforded her considerable relief although, at another time, it doubtless would have provoked shrieks and cries! She had not spent, though she must have been very close to doing it; and I saw that I must watch Alice very closely indeed during the ‘turn’ she was going to give Fanny for my special delectation, lest the catastrophe I was so desirous of avoiding should occur, for, in my mind, I had decided that when Alice had finished tickling Fanny she should have an opportunity of satisfying her lustful cravings on her, when it would be most desirable that Fanny should be in a condition to show the effect on her of Alice’s
