Agony Aunt (15 page)

When Harriet lashed her across the stomach once more, she bent forward protectively. Harriet changed targets, striking across the fronts and sides of her thighs. She struck again and again, Victoria crying out and turning from side to side. Beneath the obvious pain Harriet could see her excitement building, the flesh between the stripes becoming more and more heated and flushed. When Harriet reached out to tease her breasts in the leather bra, she moaned in excitement. She leant forward, pressing her breasts against Harriet’s hands in her eagerness to feel more.

Harriet stepped closer to her victim, grasping the rod that protruded before her. Immediately Victoria began to thrust against the hand. Harriet manoeuvred Victoria away from the wall, tugging her forward by the black shaft. When there was space behind her, Harriet began to lash her bottom again, reaching around from the side to strike her with the crop. Victoria moved faster and faster, driving herself quickly to orgasm as the combined sensations from inside her and from the lashing helped to drive her over the top. The breath was driven from her in an explosive grunt each time the crop landed. ‘Unh. Unh. Unnhh! Unnnhh!’ The pitch rose with each blow, evidence of her rising excitement. Then her grunts turned into a squeal as she came, shuddering against Harriet as the blows rained down on her.

Harriet continued until she was sure Victoria was done. It took some time. Then she pushed Victoria against the wall behind her and helped her slide down until she was huddled on the floor. She was gasping for breath and shaking with the aftermath of the beating and the orgasms. Her legs fell slackly apart, the dildo jutting up between her thighs. Her pubic hair was matted with sweat and her body was crisscrossed by the red lines left by the riding crop. She leant back against the wall with her eyes closed while Harriet stood over her.

Harriet allowed her to rest for a few minutes. Then she prodded Victoria with the crop. ‘Get up now, Vicky,’ she said in a gentler tone. ‘It’s bedtime.’ She helped Victoria to stand, raising her by the elbows. Victoria was still a bit shaky in the knees, but she was able to walk over to one of the cells which occupied the area nearest the stairs leading up to the rest of the house. As she walked, the black dildo bobbed before her. Harriet led her into the cell and told her to sit on the bed inside while she went to fetch the rope she had got out earlier. When she returned she knelt on the floor and bound Victoria’s ankles together. With yet more rope she bound Victoria’s knees. With her wrists bound and fastened to her collar, Victoria wouldn’t be able to loosen the ropes.

Harriet helped her to lie on the bed, raising her bound legs for her and finally covering her with a blanket. She closed and locked the door and turned out the light. Victoria would be able to rest or amuse herself with the dildoes as she chose. Harriet went upstairs, locking the door to the basement behind her. It had been a long day.

Harriet got into bed and tried to sleep, but she managed only a fitful rest. Erotic dreams troubled her, and she woke up sweating and couldn’t get back to sleep again. An hour or so of tossing and turning found her still awake and horny, a word she didn’t often think of in relation to herself.

Finally giving up, she got out of bed. Victoria was waiting downstairs, and she knew she would cooperate wholeheartedly. She went down to the basement and turned on the light outside the locked cell. Peering in through the spyhole in the door, Harriet could see that Victoria hadn’t been lying quietly during those hours she had been trying to get to sleep upstairs, because the blanket with which she had been covered was twisted and half on the floor. Victoria herself was lying half on her side, covered with a light sheen of sweat. She had obviously decided to amuse herself instead of merely going to sleep. Harriet hoped she had got some rest at least, because she was about to be roused again – in both senses of the word.

As she unlocked the door, Victoria struggled to turn over and face her visitor. She managed to get on to her back before Harriet put her hand out to stop her. ‘That’s fine, Vicky. I couldn’t sleep so I came down to look in on you in your monastic cell. I can see you’ve been praying unsuccessfully for chastity, so we’ll work on obedience instead.’

Victoria had the grace to blush at the words, but she didn’t look very penitent.

Harriet noticed. ‘Not to worry. You’re with a friend who understands your special needs. Oscar Wilde remarked that celibacy was the most unusual of all perversions, and I’ve come to make sure neither of us suffers from it.’ As she spoke Harriet was taking off her nightie. She hung it on the top corner of the door and went to stand over the bed. She looked at Victoria and saw her own eagerness mirrored in the other woman’s expression, along with surprise that Harriet was joining in the game. Harriet sat on the bed and touched Victoria’s breasts beneath the tight leather bra, rubbing them to ensure that the sharp needles in the cups were making themselves felt. Victoria gasped as she was massaged through the leather. Her nervous system was busily scrambling the pain signals so that they came out as sexual arousal. Masochists were so handy, Harriet thought. Everyone should have access to at least one of them for those nights when sleep just wouldn’t come.

Harriet slid one hand under the leather waist belt and gently ruffled Victoria’s pubic hair, feeling how warm she was already after just this light stimulation. Victoria jerked at the touch and moaned softly, arching her back so that she could press herself against the hand on her sex. Harriet continued to massage her in the two sensitive places and Victoria thrashed about, her whole body turning first pink and then red as she became more excited. The stripes from the earlier beating showed as slightly darker bands on her heated flesh. Harriet’s own breath was coming harder, and she felt her arousal as a tightening in her chest, as if there were steel bands around her, squeezing the air from her body.

Abruptly she stood up and arranged Victoria so that she was lying straight on the bed. Then she straddled her bound legs and lowered herself on to the black rubber shaft that jutted up from the supine woman. She guided it into herself, feeling it slide easily, until it was fully home and her own mons veneris was pressed against Victoria’s. Harriet cradled Victoria’s head, twisting her hands into the thick dark hair as she began a slow rocking movement that moved the single dildo inside her as it stirred those inside Victoria. She looked down into Victoria’s flushed face, so close to her own that she could feel her breath as a warm cloud around her head. She lowered herself, crushing her breasts against Victoria’s forearms, until she could close her mouth over the other woman’s lips. She kissed Victoria, beginning gently but quickly becoming rougher, thrusting her tongue into the open mouth below her.

Victoria returned the ardour. Her hands, confined between them by the collar and the ropes, held Harriet’s face, the fingers tight against her cheeks as they breathed into one another. Harriet continued the rocking movement with her hips, thrusting herself up and down as she moved them both. Victoria was held helpless by the weight on her and by her bonds. She could only lie there while Harriet continued her thrusting.

Harriet surprised herself by coming almost at once, long before Victoria was ready. She felt the familiar tightening of her vaginal muscles and crushed herself against Victoria, her hips pumping furiously and her heart pounding. The pleasure spread itself out in a wave across her taut stomach muscles and down her thighs. If her mouth had been free she would have cried out. Instead she pushed it harder against Victoria’s lips, bringing a whimper of pain and surprise from the woman below her.

But Victoria never let go of her fingertip hold on Harriet, urging her on. ‘Come. Come now. Yes. That’s the way. Yes!’ Victoria spoke the words in a barely intelligible mumble against Harriet’s mouth, almost speaking into her. When Harriet reared up in her pleasure, moving her face slightly away, Victoria was able to encourage her more readily. ‘Oh yes! Come! Come! Don’t hold anything back.’ And then her own orgasm began as she was speaking, so that she was almost shrieking with the pleasure of it. ‘Ohhh! Ohhhhhh! Yesssssss! Oh God, yessss!’

Harriet lowered her head once more, resting it against Victoria’s shoulder so that both women could breathe more freely. She continued her rocking and thrusting and felt Victoria thrashing beneath her as she strove for another and yet another peak. Harriet felt as if she were riding a bucking horse. And then it was as if a volcano had erupted between her thighs as she began a second series of orgasms. After that she lost count. They might have been locked together on that bed for hours, driving one another to a fine distraction. They caught fire from one another, each one spurred by the other’s cries and groans.

Some indeterminate time later, Harriet found herself in the bed, holding Victoria against her as the sweat dried on their bodies, cooling them. They were still joined by the dildo inside her and she didn’t want to move. It felt so good just to lie there, penetrated and relaxed. But she was conscious of her weight pressing Victoria into the bed. Harriet managed to get her arms around Victoria’s shoulders and waist so that she could roll them over and give Victoria some respite. She worked the lower part of her legs under Victoria’s and locked her ankles behind them. Then she heaved them over so that Victoria was lying on top. Harriet held Victoria against her with an arm around her waist and a hand at the back of her neck. She spread her legs and felt the dildo slide more deeply in. She sighed with satisfaction, and in that position they both drowsed off.

When she woke it was as if no time had passed. By design there were no clocks anywhere in the cellar, because Harriet wanted the time her clients spent there to be timeless. No clock watching; nothing to remind them that in the real world time was passing. Harriet woke with the roughness of Victoria’s ropes pressing against her breasts. It wasn’t a painful sensation. Exciting rather, reminding her of what they had done. Victoria’s arms were between them, held tightly at her neck by the short tether. Harriet’s arms were still around the other woman, and she was abruptly conscious of the dildo that still joined them. She smiled in recollection of their sexual encounter and shifted slightly, experimentally, on the shaft inside her. She stroked the back of Victoria’s neck with one hand, rubbing her gently from her shoulders to the nape of the neck under the dark hair. Victoria stirred sleepily against her, breathing softly and evenly. Victoria’s skin felt like velvet beneath her hands, and her weight pressed softly against her body.

Harriet had no desire to get up and break their union. There was no reason to go anywhere and several reasons to stay where she was. And so she drifted back to sleep with Victoria lying on top of her and the black rubber shaft buried inside her. She had no further trouble with dreams of sexual penetration.

Though there was no way to be sure without a clock, it must have been morning when Harriet gently woke Victoria. When her eyes opened, she looked down at Harriet uncomprehendingly for a moment, then she gave a little wriggle of pleasure as she remembered where she was and what they had been doing. The wriggle caused the dildoes to shift in a most agreeable way. She smiled at Harriet, and gave another little wriggle that set off pleasant internal vibrations. She looked questioningly at Harriet, as if asking her if she was interested.

Harriet was, although she had not known that a moment ago. In the past Victoria’s initiation of a sexual encounter would have been unthinkable. But then Harriet had never before joined in the frolics she conducted either. Bound as she was, Victoria was at a disadvantage. She wriggled some more, but it was obvious that Harriet would have to do most of the moving for them both.

Harriet embraced Victoria, one arm around her shoulders and the other around her waist, holding her tightly to prevent her from slipping off. Then she began to thrust with her hips, slowly at first, enjoying the slide of the shaft inside her, rocking gently at the same time to make the dildoes move for both of them. Victoria ground her breasts against Harriet’s, driving the little spikes in her brassiere against her nipples. She moaned softly, already aroused by the added stimulus of pain. Harriet didn’t have that additional spur. She had to go the long way round, and she had to overcome the long habit of restraint, but there was plenty of time to get there.

Harriet felt the first faint stirring of pleasure as Victoria reached her first big peak. She found herself having to hang on to the other woman as she bucked and shuddered. Victoria was flushed and panting, making little moaning sounds as she came. Harriet wondered briefly how many orgasms Victoria was capable of having in one day. Victoria was neither counting nor worrying. Since she was a long way from losing control herself, Harriet was able to concentrate on driving Victoria to orgasm. She moved her arm from Victoria’s waist to her bottom, spreading her cheeks and probing for the dildo in her anus. When she touched it, Harriet began to move it in and out as far as the strap allowed. Victoria’s eyes widened when she realised what was being done to her. ‘Oh!’ she said, then, louder, ‘Ohhhh!’ Not very original, Harriet thought, but the message was clear. ‘Ohhh! Godddd!’ Then Victoria was over the edge again, thrashing and crying aloud as her next climax arrived.

Harriet’s legs were spread so that Victoria, whose legs were bound at knees and ankles, could lie between them. Now Harriet lifted her legs on top of Victoria’s and crossed her ankles behind Victoria’s calves, locking them together as Victoria climaxed. When she tightened her muscles to pin Victoria’s legs with her own, Harriet opened herself wider, and the rubber shaft slid fully into her. That brought Victoria’s pubic bones against her own, rubbing against her clitoris and sparking the first rippling climax in her belly. Harriet continued to thrust with her hips and to hold Victoria’s breasts in the tormenting leather bra against her own.

Now that she was being stimulated at breasts, vagina and anus Victoria lost all control. Her cries rose in pitch, becoming more urgent. She seemed to be climaxing steadily. Or it may have been a single long one. She was past caring, thrashing and moaning in Harriet’s embrace. And her excitement was contagious. Harriet, who had always prided herself on her aloofness, found herself straining to match Victoria’s eager climaxes. She didn’t know at what point she went over the edge, but there was no mistaking the hot flash of pleasure that preceded her own tearing, wrenching release.