Clockwork Butterfly, A (11 page)

Chapter 17

Lena had waited almost excitedly by her cell door the morning after the correction, listening for the knock. When none came, she thought maybe she would be given a rest and it would be back to it tomorrow. Three days had passed and Lena had filed into the dining hall at mealtimes, trying to catch the eye of the guard that had led her to The Wasp that first time, to jog her memory. But she never turned to look at Lena. It was frustrating. She longed for the lush velvets and furs against her skin, the constriction of the corset. She’d torn her pillow case into a thick band and wound it around her waist in an attempt to mimic the sensation, but it only served to remind her just how wonderful it was actually being there in that room with those things.

She lay in her bed listening to the sounds of the night just outside her window. The new moon was just a very faint glow amid the blackness. Lena had always loved listening to the night. It had been the one big argument between her and her roommates at the manor when she’d flung open the windows at midnight, telling them to rejoice in it. But Dana and Dark Eyes had screeched about the chill and the fear of insects getting in. Now though, it was her consolation. Beyond the bars, the window opened fully and she positioned her bed so that she could stare out at the stars.

As always, her thoughts drifted to Angelo and Mae. Whenever she was fantasizing, or even reminiscing, she found the thoughts of the time spent together mingled and she would be making love to them both. They were so vivid that she could have believed it had happened. She imagined sliding into the harness of the strap-on that had been used on her by The Wasp and fucking Mae with it while Angelo watched. Her memory of Mae being dominant had now turned to Lena dominating Mae. She kept imagining all the things that had happened in the correction room were orchestrated by her and carried out on Mae. Heat blossomed between her legs and she grabbed her nightshirt at the waist and wrinkled it slowly up, exposing her thighs and pussy to the cool sheets. She pulled the strapping of her improvised corset tight and walked her fingertips toward her swelling sex. Just as she closed her eyes to the imaginary lapping of Angelo’s tongue, a huge bang at the door shocked her.

“Wake up!” Lena recognized the hard edges of the guard’s voice at once. She sprang out of her bunk and went to the door hopping from foot to foot to try and get relief from the icy floor. The guard abruptly pulled the handle and stark artificial light flooded the room. She blinked and shielded her eyes with her arm as she was pulled along by the guard.

The place was silent and empty and every footstep echoed wildly throughout the hallways. The heat had disappeared from Lena’s crotch and had left in its wake a cold smearing of her own juices that rubbed on her thighs when she walked. She tried to tuck her night shirt between her legs to dry herself off a little, but the sharp-eyed guard noticed.

“Keep your hands away from there,” she snapped. “Those are The Mistress’s treasures now.” But her gaze lingered lasciviously over Lena’s mound as they stopped outside the door to The Wasp’s world.

Once again, Lena was lead into the opulent drawing room where Cheryl lifted the hem of her shirt and began to disrobe her.

“And what’s this?” The Wasp spoke for the first time, fingering the rags tied around Lena’s waist. “Ahh, you like the corset? Good, good.” Her look changed to distaste. “Cheryl, bring me number seven and a pair of scissors.”

Cheryl scurried off as The Wasp circled Lena, taking in every inch of her. Lena could have sworn she felt burning everywhere The Wasp’s gaze fell because of its intensity. Cheryl was back quickly with what looked like thick black strapping slung over her forearms and the scissors hanging on her outstretched fingertips. The Wasp took the scissors and carefully began to cut away the tight fabric from Lena’s flesh. Lena winced at the icy touch of the blades and held her breath in fear of being sliced.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” snapped The Wasp and smacked her leg with the flat of the blade. “I’m not going to cut you.” She looked offended and Lena tried to compose herself.

When she had finished and Lena stood naked before her, The Wasp sat down and studied her intensely, as if trying to read her mind or steal her thoughts.

“Did you enjoy our time together when we last met?” The Wasp was still staring deep into Lena, as if she was daring her to speak out, share her secrets. Lena hesitated and The Wasp bid her sit on the lush velvet sofa. “Well?” she purred.

“Yes,” said Lena, still unsure of what the correct answer was.

“Good.” The Wasp leaned toward her. “Did you fantasize about it?”

“Yes.”

“What did you do while you fantasized, Lena?”

“I slid my fingers into my pussy and fucked myself.” Lena was shocked at her own reply, but saw The Wasp’s pupils dilate at her revelation.

“I see.” The Wasp crossed her legs and stared at Cheryl, looking thoughtful. “Lena, do you understand the purpose of this correction?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Tell me.”

Lena looked from woman to woman and began, “To enable me to have physical sexual experiences without having them become emotional.”

“Because…” The Wasp circled her hand in a patronizing motion.

“So that I do not become attached to the subjects from whom I’m collecting, ma’am.”

“Very good, Lena,” said The Wasp, looking bored. “I’m tired. I think that may be all for today.”

Lena opened her mouth in shock, but The Wasp held up her palm, warning her to keep silent. Pent-up frustration turned to fury and she gritted her teeth as The Wasp just yawned and lay back on the sofa, letting her thighs fall open languidly.

“Cheryl, take her away.”

Lena gasped in confusion as Cheryl began to place what she was holding on a nearby table and come toward her. Lena was fully expecting to have been fucked and punished and fucked again this evening and was amazed at how disappointed she felt. She knew she didn’t want to have to go back to her cold, depressing little cell with only her own fingers for comfort. Just then, she realized what Cheryl had placed on the table. Black leather harnessing had moved just enough to reveal the tip of a thick dildo. It must be the strap-on that The Wasp had used on her before.

“Wait,” she demanded as Cheryl pulled at her arm. “Wait, let me fuck you.” She addressed The Wasp who glared at her. Lena lowered her eyes as she remembered herself. “Let me fuck you, ma’am.”

Cheryl paused as The Wasp looked to be considering the proposition.

“Very well,” she said, reaching for the harnessing and handing it to Cheryl. “Make sure she puts it on properly. I’ll be in my chamber.”

Lena’s heart raced as the tiny woman floated through some thick tapestry drapes into the next room. She was shaking with fear and arousal as Cheryl’s fingers worked the buckles and strappings, pulling tight under her crotch, slipping a little in between her lips, but not fully. It was a foreign, intense, sensation and Lena tried not to become fixated on the appendage straining out before her. She kept her eyes ahead as the assistant led her to her mistress.

It was bizarre. The Wasp lay on her bed of furs face down with her ass in the air, pussy already glistening with her juices. The sight turned Lena on, far more than she expected, and she reached down to her new cock and took it in her hand as she made her way to the bed.

“I like it hard and quick, so no fuss,” said The Wasp, her face plunged into pillows.

“Yes, ma’am.” Lena clambered onto the bed a little less gracefully than she intended and crawled toward The Wasp.

Her rear was the perfect height and Lena pushed her way in between her knees. It was a glorious and horny sight. She’d never seen Mae this way and it turned her on furiously. She parted her legs and her pussy was slick enough now to allow the leather strap to slip fully between the plump lips and grate against her raw clit. She reached out and separated the Wasp’s buttocks and was delighted when the walls of her pussy pulled open with a delicious moist smacking sound. Lena licked her hands and drew them over the head of the dildo to lubricate it, though by the moisture trickling freely from The Wasp’s cunt, she doubted that she would need it.

“Get on with it!” The Wasp’s voice was impatient, and Lena didn’t want to disappoint her.

She leaned in and pressed the tip to her entrance. The Wasp tensed her buttocks and Lena stared as the dick eased slowly in, watching the flesh stretch to take it. The vision of the dildo being swallowed up into the woman’s body made Lena’s clit ache with want. She wanted to savor this moment and inched it in slowly until at last their bodies met. They exhaled at the same time and Lena withdrew to the tip and plunged in deep and fast, grabbing The Wasp’s hips and thrusting ferociously. It was intoxicating to be the one doing the fucking and her own pussy spasmed and clenched in time with the burrowing. She could see The Wasp reaching up underneath herself to rub her own clit and this made her pump even harder. Again and again she invaded the woman while her clit was rubbed into the shuddering brink of her own orgasm by the leather. She gave one last thrust and the two women came noisily together.

Lena flopped over onto The Wasp’s back who flung her off, the dildo sliding out. Lena looked over at Cheryl who had obviously enjoyed the show and was now on the edge of her own climax, with one hand in her blouse and the other up her skirt, hunching and convulsing with her eyes tight shut. It was hot. Lena suddenly understood why Mae was so obsessed with making women come. It was a beautiful sight and one that Lena wanted to see more of.

“Cheryl, for goodness sake, get a hold of yourself.”

Lena chuckled inwardly at The Wasp’s choice of words.

“Get that thing off her and take her out.”

Lena should have felt caught off guard by The Wasp’s cold, dismissive tone, but she didn’t. She only felt exhilarated by what had just happened. She let the strap-on fall to the floor and followed Cheryl to the guard with a skip in her step and excitement at her breast. She couldn’t wait to tell Mae that she now understood.

Suddenly, the sadness slipped in again. She had no idea when she would see her lovers again.

She went to her cell and stared out into the velvety mysterious blackness, trying to recapture the euphoria of earlier.

If only she could get a message to them.

Chapter 18

Mae swept into Angelo’s chamber with a smile practically bursting out of her face.

“Her hair, her hair!” was all she could say while Angelo watched her race around the room pulling it apart searching for something.

“Calm down, slow down,” he said, catching her by the shoulder. “What are you talking about?”

“We just need her DNA, don’t we?”

Angelo stared. “Her hair, of course.” He joined Mae in the search of the bed that she’d already started to strip in haste.

“Please, Mae, slow down, you might miss it.”

Mae stopped as if coming out of a trance and her breathing slowed. “Yes, you’re right, sorry. It’s just I’ve been racking my brain, thinking of ways to break into the holding chambers, where her swabs would be kept, then I realized…” She shrugged.

Together, they carefully searched every inch of the bedding until at last Mae yelped in excitement. “Got it!” She held a thin, dark strand between her thumb and finger and showed it to Angelo. “Quick, compare against this to make sure it isn’t one of mine.” Another thought suddenly occurred to Mae as she plucked a hair from her own head. “Wait, did you have any other collectors near the bed?” She knew none had been successful, but they’d still been in his chamber.

“No, they all stayed at the door,” he said with a coy smile. “Not too friendly, huh?” He took the strands and held them up against the light. “This is definitely one of Lena’s.”

They excitedly took the little clockwork butterfly from its shelf and tied the valuable thread around its neck.

“Do you think we should keep a little, you know, in case it doesn’t work?” Mae asked, shaking. Angelo nodded and snipped it in half, carefully storing the thread away in a tiny box.

“We can’t send it out until we have a plan on how we’re going to get out.”

“I know. We can’t very well follow it, stuck in here.” Mae and Angelo sat together thinking hard. Mae suddenly thought of something.

“Why have you always stuck to their timetable?” she asked, and Angelo’s blank response made her realize that he didn’t even know his rights as a donor. Actually, it didn’t surprise her, the less he knew, the less trouble he could make. “You can order a collection whenever you feel the need,” she explained.

“Really?”

“Yes, as long as it’s only once a day, it doesn’t really matter when. A lot of the other donors prefer evening or late night collections.”

“Okay.” He looked thoughtfully at Mae. “But how will changing the timing help us get out?”

“I’m not sure, really.” Mae twisted in the chair to try and get her ideas to flow. “But it will give me a chance to see if there are any different security measures in place at different times. Also, there will be different night staff. You never know, the day shifts aren’t up for anything, but there might be a nighter willing to help.”

“Worth a try.” Angelo smiled. “We will do this, I can feel it.”

“I know.” Mae smiled back and they hugged, both well aware of what was to come next.

“We’re running out of time,” Angelo said as he opened his robe.

“I know,” repeated Mae and leaned in to his crotch.

* * * *

Mae rubbed her eyes and tried to focus on her clock. Four-thirty in the morning, right on time. She and Angelo had agreed that this would give her enough time to study the night systems and hopefully still be around in the collecting area to witness the staff change over at six.

The night porter was irritable, as if being disturbed during her working shift was a major inconvenience. Mae walked as slowly as she could, making mindless chatter while studying every part of the journey to the chambers. She counted every beat of the flashing security beacons, armed for only five seconds in every thirty. This was good. If they got the timing right, they’d never disturb the motion sensors. For once, she was pleased at the power rationing. All the night staff looked pale and bored, so bored that the distraction of Mae being called at night was an irritating disruption to the boredom, not a break from it.

Heavy sighs punctuated the silence and looks from women she barely recognized took in every inch of Mae. The nighters, like a whole new and foreign army. Mae smiled at the receptionist, but was met with a frosty glare. They just didn’t even seem like real people. Mae reasoned that it was probably better this way. She decided not to try and make friends. She would just glean information through silent observation.

She was led into one of the night changing rooms.

“Why do we use different ones at night?” she asked innocently as her escort absently handed her a kimono. It was dark red, so different from the fresh, crisp white of the day time. The room too was dark and womblike, not like the stark day one.

The escort shrugged and blew a bubble of gum before turning her back to leave.

“Just dump your stuff there. I’m sure you know how to get back to your own room. I’m not your fucking nanny.”

Mae’s heart skipped a beat. She was allowed to just go back to her room herself? Mae could have kissed the hostile, bitchy little nighter.

“Wait, how often do you work here?” Mae asked, holding her breath.

“Every fucking night,” came the cold reply followed by the door banging firmly shut.

This was great news. A brilliant start; a security escort who couldn’t care less about what Mae did and where she went. Mae wondered what she’d disturbed between all the staff. It felt like it must have been something pretty important to deserve that sort of reception. Mae could take time to check out the corridor between the changing room and chambers.

She got into the kimono quickly, pausing to note the quality of the embroidery before rushing out into the long hallway. Rows upon rows of numbered doors lined the walls on both sides. She scanned the ceiling for motion sensors, taking care to memorize their rhythm and location. To her amazement, they seemed to be even less frequent than the ones on the way here. She checked for Angelo’s chamber, usually a small walk from the changing room, only to find that it was directly opposite the night one.
This is too easy.
Mae’s skin burst into goose bumps through a mixture of excitement and fear. Now it was not an option to say it couldn’t be done. The escape from the escape plan had been usurped. They had no excuse. Escape, or at least, the beginning of it, should be simplicity itself. They could even go tonight.

Mae took one last glance down the hall to note the exits. One would lead to the labs where the samples and collections were taken, but the other, Mae could only guess at. She hoped it was more than a cleaning cupboard.

Her smile was huge as she entered Angelo’s chamber.

“You’ll never guess what I’ve found out.” She ran to him and jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around him. He listened intently while holding her suspended just above his member, which stiffened as Mae’s discoveries got better. By the time Mae had explained the plan and said, “We can do this Angelo, we will find our Lena,” he was rock hard and simply lowered Mae on to him, sliding right up into her depths. They kissed each other hungrily and Mae rode his cock, hard, with her legs clamped firmly around him. Her mound rubbed against his torso and worked her up into a deep, penetrating orgasm within a few minutes, and he began to shudder shortly after her.

Still inside her, he carried her to the portal and retrieved the vial.

“Quick…” he panted, lifting her off and passing the beaker. She held it to him and he came into it, his jet, thick and full. Mae was bursting with excitement and triumph.

“Let’s have a trial,” she squealed as she placed the vial in the portal, pressing the button to open the door. It opened immediately and she checked for the flash of the sensors, luckily they were synchronized and flashed just as she looked. She grabbed Angelo and dragged him out into the hallway and opened the changing room door, pulling him inside. When she turned to face him, he looked furious.

“What the hell are you doing?” he demanded, a livid look in his eye. “You could jeopardize the whole thing. Why would you do that?” He sunk onto the low stool that her clothes lay on and let his head drop into his hands.

“I just wanted to show you how easy it will be,” Mae said, feeling utterly deflated and stupid.

“What if I can’t get back into my chamber now?” His face was creased with fury.

“Well…” Mae knelt before him. “We could just leave tonight then.” She beamed at him, trying to convince him that it was all good, everything was under control. “After all, there’s no time like the present, is there?” She stood and patted his shoulder.

“You idiot.” He whispered so low that Mae could hardly hear.

“I don’t understand, I thought you’d be pleased.”

Suddenly he stood up and grabbed at her robe. “Don’t you fucking understand?” Tears sprang into his eyes. “We haven’t set the butterfly free.”