Clockwork Butterfly, A (13 page)

Chapter 21

“When do I get out of here?” Lena was now hanging gently from wrist restraints against a velvet clad wall. She was in a tight lacing underbust corset, and her breasts brushed against the fabric every time she breathed. She found herself taking more breaths than usual, blaming the corset for her diminished lung capacity.

“I can let you go right now if that is your wish,” The Wasp answered, cooing like a mother with an infant. “Is that what you want, Lena?” The question was hissed into Lena’s ear and she knew she’d upset the woman. She also knew, as her pussy trickled with desire, that leaving this room was not on her list of things to do right away.

“I meant the correction unit,” she said quickly, and The Wasp’s hand smoothed over her naked behind before giving it a swift
thwack
.

“Glad to hear it.” The Wasp left and Lena craned her head around to take in her surroundings. She’d been led here in a blindfold that now lay by her feet. The room was like the others, but there were a few key differences. Chains hung from walls and the ceiling, and there were different riding crops and whips displayed like trophies on special mounts. Lena squealed, half in delight, half in fear. She’d thought she’d been strange when she’d taken so much joy and satisfaction the times Mae had caned her, or Angelo had spanked her. It seemed though, looking around this fully equipped spanking room, that she certainly wasn’t the only one indulging in this fantasy.

She twisted around further and saw a huge gilt framed mirror on the opposite wall. It took her back to the stolen moments with Mae, watching herself be pleasured. She studied her reflection. A long-legged woman with a tiny, corseted waist and large, accentuated bare bottom stood strung up in heels and stockings. Her hair looked longer than usual as it tumbled over her back and she let it swish across her skin, savoring the tingling sensations. Staring at the woman she knew was her, but didn’t recognize, she tensed her calves and thighs and shifted her feet apart until she had to point her toes or be fully suspended from the cuffs and chains. Her buttocks tingled as she looked at the different paddles and crops, imagining how each would feel as it lashed. Her pussy was now jumping with want and her breasts were aching from being ridden against the wall. Lena was getting frustrated and wished The Wasp would come in and give her what she was here for. She decided that she would bear her punishment with good grace. She smiled and wondered if The Wasp knew.

Excitement began to wane slightly as she became aware of time passing. Her arms grew numb and a circling draft chilled her naked flesh. She pulled her legs back together to lessen the stress in her arms and stop the cool air from taking all the heat that had been steadily gathering in her pussy.

The door flew open and Cheryl came in and reached up to Lena’s wrists, beginning to unbutton the cuffs.

“What’s going on?” Lena was confused and suddenly humiliated, far more than if she had been spanked until she’d sobbed.

The assistant remained silent.

Lena rubbed her wrists as Cheryl untied the corset and peeled off the stockings.

“Cheryl, what’s going on?”

“I can’t speak.” She whispered so faintly Lena had to hold her breath to hear. “She’s listening.”

“Good,” Lena said loudly. “Hear this, ma’am. My rehabilitation is complete. Despite being pleasured sexually by yourself and at least one of your assistants on several occasions, I have managed not to fall in love with you. In fact, I barely think of you at all. I simply replace your face with those of my other lovers.” She was trembling with frustration and anger. “I have no feelings for you or your slave, or whatever you call her, whatsoever.” She gave a swift look of apology to Cheryl who averted her eyes. “Now, I demand to be released.”

She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror stomping her foot like a petulant child having a tantrum.

“I have to take you to the guard now,” Cheryl remarked, holding out her dayshirt, having waited for the outburst to be over. “You have to put the blindfold back on.”

Lena felt deflated and foolish. “Fine,” seethed Lena, grabbing the thick satin ribbon and tying it roughly around her eyes.

Cheryl led her through the labyrinth of corridors until they reached the main door. Lena pulled off her blindfold to find they were in a tiny room.

“You’ve got her confused.” Cheryl checked quickly over her shoulder then looked into Lena’s eyes.

“What?”

“Let’s just say, you’re not like the other ‘clients’ we’ve had to correct.”

“What do you mean?”

“I think she likes you.”

Lena rolled her eyes at the assistant’s remark. That’s all she needed, she’d never get her release papers if some weirdo dominatrix wanted to keep her here.

“What should I do?” Lena asked, hoping that Cheryl wouldn’t tell her that the very same thing had happened to her and now she lived a life of slavery at the hand of The Wasp.

“I don’t know…” Cheryl suddenly looked around her, obviously sensing something. “Come, you must go now.” She ushered Lena out of the cupboard and up to the main door. The guard smiled lasciviously as Lena stepped into her custody once more and she led her to her cell.

Later, as Lena lay in her scratchy bunk, thoughts of her predicament flew around her brain. It was clear to her that there was really only one solution. She had to escape.

Listening to the world outside still teeming with life even in darkness, she thought how sad that one by one each of these species would slowly die out. She felt far more sorrow at the extinction of the moths and fireflies that buzzed in and out of her open window than she currently felt for humankind. All she wanted from people right now, was the warmth of Mae and Angelo holding her tight while she slept. As she drifted off into sleep, the fireflies and moths became a host of tiny carved butterflies swarming around her and lifting her off through the open window and out into the night.

* * * *

“You’ll never believe it!” squealed Mae, skipping across Angelo’s chamber and into his arms.

“Don’t tell me, the cleaners’ entrance leads to a secret passageway into Lena’s cell?” He smiled, but Mae took his point. It had all seemed so easy thus far and he was probably right to seem a little skeptical. It must be very strange for him to just be sitting in this admittedly luxurious, but still a prison, waiting for Mae to carry out all the planning.

“Not quite.” She hugged him a little harder than usual. She had been sneaking around, trying the keys in locks here there and everywhere, only having the opportunity to try the one in this corridor just before arriving. As she’d suspected, even while trying out all the others unsuccessfully all day, the door just a few down from where they now stood was the correct fit. The five other keys that jangled alongside it must be for locks through the door. “It’s where we thought, but we won’t have any opportunity to try them out and come back in here.”

“So it’s a HFTB situation?”

“HFTB?”

“Hope for the best.”

“Yes.” Mae’s heart was beating fast, she half thought Angelo might chicken out. “I don’t think we can afford to wait another day. They’re bound to notice the keys are missing soon and, of course, they know I was the last to have them.” Mae looked at all Angelo’s equipment lining the workbenches on the opposite wall. “Unless…” She wasn’t sure she should be giving him this option, but continued, “You copy them.” He was sure to be able to with the tiny files and vices available. She held her breath, hoping he wouldn’t take the opportunity to postpone.

“No, let’s do it.”

“Tonight?”

“Tonight,” he said firmly, and Mae squeezed him tight, feeling him rising against her abdomen. “We’d better get collecting then…” He bowed his head and kissed her hard and reassuringly.

The mixture of nerves, adrenalin, and excitement made Mae feel faint, yet empowered. She wanted to swoon into his arms and have him take her until he came inside her, filling her up. As if reading her mind, he picked her up and carried her to the bed.

“Let’s make this one count,” whispered Mae, knowing they might not get another chance for a while.

She lay back into the layers and layers of feathers, velvet, and silk, her kimono falling open to reveal her breasts. The sight of her own nipples growing hard always turned her on and Mae pushed her chest up to get a better view. Angelo knelt between her thighs and slowly untied the obi, pulling it gently so that it slid deliciously across the small of her back, drawing the robe open further.

Angelo groaned at the sight of Mae naked and placed the flat of his hands onto her hips, smoothing them all the way up her ribcage to her breasts. He kneaded and pushed them together, thumbing her nipples and gazing at them. Mae once again arched her back, forcing Angelo to play with them harder. She closed her eyes as he licked his lips and leaned in to suckle and tongue her right nipple. Sparks ignited and flew from the tip he was licking to the peaked bud between her legs. He shuffled closer up the bed, nudging her thighs apart with his knees as she lay softly below him letting him maneuver her like a doll.

It felt amazing to surrender to him, let him take control. She thought of Lena and how she’d always submitted to her and she began to understand the appeal. Though, she knew she could never be in Lena’s company and not be the one doing the fucking. An image of Angelo’s ass thrusting back and forth as he took her lover suddenly seared itself onto Mae’s brain. To her amazement, her pussy flooded with heat and desire at the thought. She thought she’d be jealous and had guarded her mind against even fantasizing and yet, now that the time they would unite was becoming a real possibility, Mae savored the vision. Moisture trickled from her and she gave up being passive and spread her legs as wide as she could before wrapping them around him. His thick trunk felt so strong and manly and she would have happily melted into him. She was startled as he pushed her legs off him and released her breasts.

“No, not yet,” he whispered. “I want to eat you up first.”

Mae trembled. She was used to being the one pleasuring her women with her tongue, on her terms. Taking a stuttering breath, she relaxed and squealed gently as Angelo’s rough chin scratched its way down to her mound. He breathed in her scent and sighed deeply.

“You smell delicious,” he whispered and parted her lips with both hands. He blew gently onto her exposed sex, sending shivers right through her. “You’re so hot,” he said and blew again over the flesh that was now a furnace of desire.

She wriggled and tipped her pelvis up, urging him to touch her, lick her, anything to keep her from screaming out. Her pussy walls were clenching and unclenching and her hips undulating to the rhythm. Reaching up to the bars of the headboard, she held on tight, using the grip to lift her hips higher. He took the cue this time and put his arms underneath her thighs and hoisted them up so that her sex was up at his mouth. Suddenly, her entire length was engulfed in his hot, wet mouth. Tongue, cheeks, flesh gorged on her lips, hole, and clit.

She was dancing around, not knowing if she was trying to pull him in further or get away from him, so ferocious was his devouring. The ache inside was intense and she needed to be filled. Again, sensing her so keenly, he pushed fingers up into her and twisted, stretching her pleasure to the brink then stopped. He held her there panting and motionless as her entire pussy screamed at him to continue.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, and he paused for one breath longer.

Her pussy twitched and he thrust back in to action, tonguing and licking her clit while delving in and out of her dripping tunnel. She shuddered hard and clenched her eyes and pussy shut and came in silence with her thighs burning. He held her fast in the position, waiting for her to calm before lowering her gently to the bed.

Just as she was getting her breath back, he hauled her down the bed, slung her legs up on to his chest, and bent her double, exposing her rear to his solid cock. She grasped handfuls of sheets by her side and braced her quivering pussy for the invasion. It came hard and fast right up to the very depths of her being. The rim stretched and pulled at the ridges the whole way in, causing incredible ripples of sensation deep inside. Her pussy was still clutching and she felt as if stars were bursting around her. Of course, she’d been penetrated before with dildos and instruments, but to have the weight and strength of this man behind it was a completely different experience. He pounded and fucked her as she stared at his contorted face, full of feral determination.

“Stop, stop! Angelo!” she shouted and tried to heave the thrusting mass off her. His glazed, bewildered eyes suddenly came to and he sprang off her as if he’d been stung by a hornet.

“Fuck, the vial quick!” He doubled over, holding the tip of his pulsing cock, trying to keep his essence inside.

Mae fled to the portal and grabbed the vial. She skidded back to him and sank to her knees, shoving the beaker to his crotch. As soon as he released his grip, white fluid spurted and splashed into the vial and Angelo groaned, lurching forward into Mae. She put the beaker on the table and held him as he sank to his knees in front of her. They embraced and Mae could feel their hearts bumping together through their chests.

“God, that really was close.” Angelo panted hard. “Well, it’s the last time we’ll ever have to stop like that.”

Mae pulled away and looked up at Angelo, taking in his words. “I never thought of that,” she said, amazed.

“It’s all I ever think of.” Angelo laughed and pulled her back into him. “Now, come on, we’d better get going.”

Chapter 22

The butterflies in her dream let go of Lena and she woke abruptly with the sensation of falling. Sweat soaked her nightshirt and sheets and she twisted herself free of them, rubbing herself dry with a threadbare towel. She stripped the bed and put on her dayshirt, wrapping the towel around her to try and keep warm. Cold forced her to shut the window against her precious night and she curled up into a tight ball, squeezing her eyes shut.

No matter how she tried, Lena couldn’t get comfortable. Apart from drafts attacking her from all angles, something was irritating her at the back of her neck. The label was jagged and rough and she could only settle for a few minutes before it disturbed her again. She forced her thoughts to Angelo and Mae, trying to conjure images of them making love to her. Her fingers crept down between her legs and she numbly rubbed at her pussy, trying to block out the cold and slip into sleep. She came quickly to the thought of standing between her lovers with Angelo fucking her from behind and Mae kneeling before her, licking and sucking her pussy. Feeling a little more soothed, she felt the breath of sleep begin to wash over her. Again, the scratchy label nicked her hair.

“Fucking hell,” she muttered and pulled at her dayshirt in fury. She grabbed at the label and pulled hard, catching a clump of hair. Tiredness and frustration meet in a ball of anger and Lena kicked at the walls while dragging the shirt over her head. Intending to rip the label off, she grasped it hard and noticed something odd; a wrap of paper was tucked into it, one of its pointy edges poking out.

Lena’s heart quickened. She tugged the paper carefully and unfolded it with shaking fingers. Written in tiny scribbles were the words,
Lena, you will be summoned tomorrow, come as usual. Pretend The Mistress has answered the door. I will meet you. C
. Lena folded the note back up and squealed as quietly as she could into her own throat. What could this mean?

Lying back on her bare mattress, Lena let her mind wander to all sorts of scenarios, from escaping with Cheryl, to capturing The Wasp and doing to her all the things she’d done to Lena, but she felt she already knew what was really going to happen. Cheryl just wanted a quick fuck in the cupboard. There would be no big revelation, just a fingering. But lying here in the cold, Lena could think of worse things to look forward to. She pulled her still damp sheets over herself to block out some of the draft and tried her best to get some sleep.

* * * *

“Well, honey, you look simply gorgeous.” Mae looked Archmatria Angelo up and down and mockingly blew him a kiss.

“You can talk,” he said, looking embarrassed. “I’m not sure brown hessian brings out your coloring.” He forced a smile and strode awkwardly across the room to his workbench.

“You’ll have to do something about your walk, Angelo. We’ll be spotted a mile off.” Doubt seeped though Mae’s brain and she started to panic. “Oh God, this will never work.” She slumped onto the sofa. “How could we be so fucking naïve?”

Angelo looked around with Lena’s butterfly held halfway to his lips. Mae could see uncertainty in his eyes too, but he blinked it away in a flash.

“Don’t bail on me now, Mae,” he said urgently. “I can’t face a life held in these walls when I know there’s a chance to be free with the women I love. I would rather die.” He went back to winding the butterfly and Mae came up behind him and held him tight. His heart thundered through his robes and she squeezed.

“Just last minute nerves,” she reassured him.

He turned to kiss her forehead. “This is it…” He opened the window and held the butterfly out.

Mae held her breath as he released the tiny delicate creature that held their future in its frantic wings. It circled the grounds before them a few times then fluttered chaotically toward the sunrise.

“That’s strange,” said Mae. “I always pictured Lena being to the west.”

“Let’s go.” Angelo flipped the cloak hood up and over so that it obscured his face quite well. He’d shaved just before Mae had come and he looked smooth, but a little chiseled. Mae fashioned one of the discarded obis into a scarf and tucked it around his neck to try and soften his male features. She picked up the vial and for the last time, opened the portal.

“Remember, small, quick steps. That manly gait will get us arrested in no time.” Mae knew the pharmic would be along quickly and had to decide whether to hide in the changing room first or to take the gamble and race to the cleaners’ exit. She peeked out the door to see the motion sensor flash and chose the latter. “Come on, it’s now or never.” They burst through the door and tore down the hall to the exit. Mae’s hands were trembling as she fumbled with the bunch of keys. “Shit, I should have had it ready,” she cursed as they fell to the floor with a loud jangle.

“Hurry up, Mae, I can hear footsteps.” Angelo grabbed the keys and picked one, forcing it quickly into the lock. Mae tensed every fiber in her body as it turned in slow motion and clicked open. They scrabbled through as quick as they could just in time to see the young pharmic entering the corridor, head bowed, checking her clipboard.

Mae slumped against the wall and slid down it. “I think I’m going to have a heart attack,” she gasped.

Angelo hauled her to her feet. “That’s just the beginning. Come on, let’s see where this leads.”

It was dark, but slithers of dawn made it through the skylight. Mae had expected it to be pitch dark for longer. They came to two doors and chose one. To their amazement, it opened into a stable block. Mae knew some of the Archmatrias loved to ride, but it had never occurred to her that the horses would be kept on the manor grounds. When she thought of it now, though, where else would they be kept? Mae had always envisioned them driving one of the coaches to make their bid for freedom. Now, fate had dealt them another ace. Neither she nor Angelo had ever driven before, but Mae had been riding since she was a girl. She quickly found the tack room and chose two sets at random, hoping for the best, motioning Angelo to gather the saddles.

They stole quietly out into the courtyard and came to the first stable. A fine dark mare brayed softly and Mae unbolted the latch. The horse barged past her, suddenly becoming fierce and wild. Mae panicked; it would spook all the others. They’d either have to calm this horse, and fast, or choose another and get out quick. It started. The other horses began kicking and snorting in their stables. It was quite a noise. She thrust the tack to the ground and went to the feed trough, pouring out as much of the feed as she could. The free horse paid no attention and bolted around the yard, agitating all the others.

“Shit, what will we do?” she wailed at Angelo.

“We’ll have to let it go. It’s making too much of a commotion.” He ran to the main door and lifted the large wooden bolt. The horse fled though in an instant out into the darkness. “It’s gone west,” he noted. “That’s good. They’ll follow it.”

He took charge and quickly chose a stable with two horses in it. He talked softly to them while the others kept kicking and neighing in panic. They calmed down enough to be tacked up and Mae took the reins and led them out of their stalls. Angelo followed, locking the now empty stable.

“Hopefully, they’ll not check this one.” As they got to the main door, Angelo took the large plank of wood that had been its lock and smashed it in half with a nearby ax. “They might think the horse did it.”

Mae thought it was doubtful, but it was all they had for now. They led the horses around the side of the road where they would leave no prints. When they were around the back and could no longer avoid the grass, they mounted their steeds. They managed to catch each other’s eye before kicking the horses into action. Dawn was edging its way over the horizon now and they were racing it into the cover of the woods. The thundering of the hooves was deafening to Mae, and she tried to block it out as they passed into the forest, snapping twigs and leaping fallen trees as they went. She lay forward, clutching the horse’s neck with all her might, trying to avoid the low branches flying past, catching her robes and hair.

They galloped flat out, leaving the forest and racing up the hill visible from Angelo’s chamber. Mae was thrilled and terrified by the power beneath her, carrying her effortlessly toward Lena. Cold morning air stung her face and she held her arm high to shield herself. The sun too was now becoming blinding, they must have been riding for an hour. Mae could feel her horse beginning to slow down.

“They’re tired,” she yelled and softened her grip on the reins. They pulled to a halt and all four of them panted, and the horses foamed and steamed in the morning frost.

Angelo turned to Mae, beaming from ear to ear. He climbed down and came to Mae, holding out his hand to help her down. She took it and flounced into his arms.

He kissed her hard. “We did it,” he said, exhilarated. “We’re free!”

He shoved her up against a nearby fence post and lifted her robe while still kissing her ferociously. His hands grappled with her underwear, pulling roughly and feverishly. She kissed back and let her hands roam and get tangled in his.

Desire and want overtook her as he ripped at her panties, driving his searching fingers into her lips. “You’re so wet, I love you.” Cold fingers slipped into her, easing her open to the morning air. She gasped as his thumb pressed her clit hard. She opened her legs wide and he caught her on his thighs, hoisting her up to cock level. His tongue invaded her mouth and she took it deep, sucking and feasting on it as it snaked around inside her. He yanked her robes up over her ass and fumbled about trying to free himself from his. She reached down to help him and was shocked into stillness as he ploughed into her in one frantic motion. She broke free from his kiss and silence engulfed them as they stayed motionless for a moment, staring at each other.

Mae clamped her pussy tight around him and he began to move. Both his hands grabbed her buttocks and spread her wide as he withdrew just a little then plunged back in again and again. Mae had never felt so excited and her sex swallowed him up time and time again, her clit jumping and rising. A huge welling built deep inside her and she rode him rhythmically, undulating her hips and pussy onto his thick urgent dick until the walls of her pussy exploded around him as he thrust hard, jamming her into the fence and coming inside her. She twitched and bucked as she his fluid spurted inside her. He held her there until his muscles relaxed and he began to soften.

He slipped out of her and placed her gently onto her feet. Warm and sticky fluid rolled down her inner thighs and she smiled with joy. Her pussy was filled with his essence and she held on to it ferociously. He picked up her discarded panties and carefully wiped her thighs.

“Leave it,” she whispered. “I like it.”

“You’ll get cold,” he said tenderly and dried her off completely.

They led the horses to a river where they all took a long drink and rested on the bank.

“How do we know we’re going the right way?” Mae suddenly saw the huge flaw in their plan.

Angelo turned to her and pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. “We’ve just got to hope that Lena releases the butterfly back to us.”

“I don’t understand, how will that work?”

“We’ll just keep passing it back and forth until we’re close enough to find her for ourselves.”

It wasn’t bulletproof, but at least they had a chance. “Does Lena know this?”

“I don’t know.” He looked off into the sunrise. “I hope so.”

* * * *

Lena hardly breathed as her fingertips reached out to the tiny flapping creature.
Could it be?
She trembled, trying to stifle her excitement with the fear that it might disintegrate beneath her touch, just like it had through the endless dreams of this endless night. Since the note, sleep had eluded her, or she thought it had. She’d been in and out of fitful nighttime worlds, and she now couldn’t tell dream from reality.

She closed her eyes and waited to be jolted into her cold, empty room. But it was different this time. Her fingertips flinched as they brushed something real. Lena opened her eyes and picked up the golden butterfly. She laid it in her palm and slowly, the tiny wings stopped beating.

Lena realized her lungs were at bursting point and exhaled up into the ceiling, fearful of sweeping the treasure away with her breath. She studied the lifeless creature carefully. So beautiful, so intricate.

“At last,” she whispered into her quivering hands, bowing over with relief. “I’ve been waiting so long.”

A loud bang on the door gave Lena a fright. The guard! She panicked and hid the butterfly behind the tatty drape at the window. The bang came again and she pulled on her sandals.

“Hurry up.” The gruff voice of the guard grated Lena’s ears. “The Mistress doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

“I know. I’m coming,” Lena said irritably, distracted by movements from behind the curtain. The butterfly was beginning to flap back into life.

“I’ve got a key, you know. I’m just being polite knocking.”

Lena ran to the door, placing a hand on it while trying to reach the butterfly. “I know, just give me a second, would you?” Her heart lurched into her mouth as she spotted the open window; she couldn’t bear to have it escape now, after all this time.

“Fine, I’ll count to ten. Ten, nine, eight…”

Lena leapt to the window and pulled it shut just as the creature took flight. “Phew,” she said softly. “I’m not letting you go, little one.” Relief washed over her and she sat on the bed and fastened her sandals.

“Two, one… open.” Lena beat the guard to it and pulled the door toward her.

“I’m ready.” She breezed past. The guard took her by the elbow, and Lena turned just in time to see the window jolt open a shade before the door slammed shut.