Clockwork Butterfly, A (16 page)

“We don’t care about that. We are here on official orders. Now take us to her or face the consequences.”

Chapter 26

Lena rolled around in ecstasy, twisting in a mass of limbs and digits. She’d come twice and was relishing this time to languish in the heat and pheromones they’d all produced.

“When are we going to do this?” The Wasp asked, suddenly feverish with anticipation of the escape plan.

“Do you mind if we just lie here a little longer?” Lena had been in the most beautiful dreamlike state, where the hands of the women had become those of Mae and Angelo, flying her through skies of orgasm-filled clouds to the horizon of freedom. It was strange, Lena wanted nothing more than to escape and be back in Angelo’s arms, but something was holding her here in this place. She couldn’t understand it; she would have smashed through the walls if she could this morning, but now, all she wanted to do was sleep. “Please…” Her eyelids sank heavily and she let herself drift. The other two women lay their heads down beside her.

A bang of a door being flung open against the wall shocked Lena into consciousness. The familiar voice of the guard was shouting in a panicked state.

“Mistress, Mistress,” she shrieked as she flew to the bed followed by two cloaked figures. “They’ve tricked me! Quick, they’re going to steal her.”

Lena’s heart was jumping through her ribcage as she witnessed the look of horror on the guard’s face. The Wasp sat up, dragging a sheet around her.

“What is this? You can’t come into my personal chamber. What is the meaning of this?” she demanded, and Lena froze as the two women, dressed in Archmatrias’ robes removed their hoods and stepped forward.

* * * *

Angelo stormed in just before Mae. He was expecting to see Lena tied up or trapped in a cage. What he did not expect to see was his Lena lying in the most luxurious bed he’d ever seen with what looked like two beautiful nymphs surrounding her.
Not much of a punishment
, he thought while battling with strange emotions, one of which he recognized as jealousy. They’d made it all this way and there she was, dozing in the afternoon as if she didn’t have a care in the world.

The guard was shouting and making panicked excuses to a small dark-haired woman she called Mistress. Angelo ignored them and stepped forward, staring at Lena who looked utterly confused and sleep disoriented. He pushed the hood off his head and watched with pleasure as the light of dawning began to shine over Lena’s face. She was stunning as she rose from the silks and furs like a Venus and gracefully leapt to the floor, running to him. He opened his arms and caught her as she flew into his embrace.

“You came for me!” she cried, tears flowing down her cheeks and splashing onto her naked breasts.

Finding his mouth, she devoured him, kissing and tasting, tonguing and sucking, until Angelo felt he’d never been kissed in his life before this moment. He felt a little wisp of himself escape and become that kiss. He slowly spun her around and pulled back from her mouth.

“There’s someone else who wants to see you…” he said a little unsurely, until confusion turned to a smile that seemed to light the room as Mae stepped forward into view.

“Mae!” Lena leapt from Angelo’s arms and into Mae’s. “I can’t believe it! I dreamed of this moment every second of every day.”

Angelo shared a tearful smile with Mae as the women wrapped their arms around each other. He went over and joined the embrace, pulling them into him while the shouting continued behind.

* * * *

A little later, when the arguing had subsided and everyone was sitting and calm, Angelo asked what is was everyone wanted. It seemed to him that the guard was intent on doing her job and the other two wanted to escape.

He helped Lena tie the guard’s hands behind her back and listened to The Mistress and her assistant talk of their plans. The assistant, Cheryl, just wanted to go home, but he was intrigued by The Mistress’s ideas.

“I intend to free these men and help them to escape to start a colony of their own. If that’s what they wish, of course.” The strange little authoritarian woman clearly had ambition and drive and he admired her for it. He was excited to hear that there might be other males in the world who could also be free. He loved women, but the thought of being able to interact, talk, or just be in the same place as another man without a cell wall between them excited Angelo.

“We should act quickly then. The other guard said the shift changes in a few hours, so we’ll need to be long gone.” He took the bundle of keys from the guard’s belt and passed it to The Mistress. “Here, you go ahead of us. Lock her in an empty cell. I’m sure you’ll find one.” He motioned to the guard who rolled her eyes. “Now go!”

Cheryl and The Wasp scampered into some clothes and pulled the guard to standing, dragging her to the exit.

“And leave the damn horses!” he threw in quickly as an afterthought.

“Wait!” Lena ran up to The Mistress. “Here,” she said, holding out something. “When you get to where you’re going, send this out and we’ll come find you.” The butterfly. She licked it once and handed it over. Angelo was pleased and watched as the two women dragged the guard away.

When the door was closed, Lena and Mae came toward him, smiling.

* * * *

When their bodies were beginning to ache with the strain of their embraces, Lena pulled away and regarded her two lovers.

“Look at you two.” She laughed as they stood before her in filthy brown Archmatria robes. “Wait here for a minute,” she said and left them to sit in the bedroom.

She returned a little while later and held out her hands.

“Come, you’ll enjoy this.” She pulled them to standing and they followed her to the bathroom where she’d bathed under The Wasp’s care. The room was flickering in candlelight and the aroma of lavender and rose wafted through the steam.

Mae clapped her hands and squealed like a child as she disrobed on the way to the bath. She climbed in quickly and submerged herself beneath the bubbly foam.

Angelo turned to Lena and she knelt before him, taking the hem of his robe and lifting it up slowly over his naked body and off over his head. His tousled hair flopped back over his eyes a little and Lena reached up to push it away. As she did, he caught her wrist and pulled her to him, kissing her hard while pressing his body to her. She groaned in her throat as she felt his erection grow against her pubis then abdomen. Pulling the sheet she’d been wearing from between them, she gasped at the wonderful familiar feeling of their flesh meeting. She reached down to his delicious shaft, so soft, like the velvet that she’d been enveloping herself in, with a rod of iron just beneath the surface. Her pussy responded, heat and liquid spreading though it and out to the lips. She sank to her knees once more, desperate to inhale his musk. She held him in both hands as he raked his fingers though her hair, pulling her onto him in his gentle, yet desperate way.

She breathed him in and detected another familiar scent. She knew it at once and almost growled in feral desire. Mae. They’d been fucking. The thought wound Lena up into a writhing state of sheer arousal and she rammed her mouth over his shiny head, engulfing him in her between her lips, sucking and pounding her head onto his shaft. Her hands were down to her crotch, fingers working, separating, diving into her soaked pussy. She spread her thighs apart as far as she could, trying to reach the floor with the back of her hands, to give her more purchase. The action forced Angelo to bend his knees and grasp her hair tighter to stay upright. Lena could feel her juices dripping onto the flagstones and she was thankful for the coolness beneath her. The heat coming from her was unbearable, and she let go of herself and grabbed Angelo’s ass, trying to swallow his cock whole. He started to groan and twitch, and Lena sucked harder. She was shocked when he suddenly pulled away.

“I’ve waited too long for this,” he said, stroking her cheek. “I want to savor every moment.” He took her hand and lifted her to standing and led her to the large bath from where Mae had been watching them. Angelo tenderly helped Lena step into the bath and sink down behind Mae. The silken water caressed her like an angel’s touch, and she slid her hands around Mae’s torso, squeezing the slippery, soapy flesh and leaning her head on her shoulder.

“I missed you,” Lena whispered into her lover’s neck.

“You too.” Mae’s fingers snaked up Lena’s thigh as Angelo slipped in behind them both. His big figure raised the water level, splashing over the roll top edges.

Lena took a sponge and soaped Mae’s breasts while Angelo did the same to her. She rolled the sponge all the way down Mae’s arms to her hands then plunged them down into the water between her thighs. Mae shifted a little to allow Lena to rub the sponge onto her pussy and sighed as she nibbled her neck at the same time. Lena rubbed a little harder and held on to Mae’s breast with her other hand, letting her thumb languidly trail across her nipple, feeling it pucker and rise.

Her own arousal grew and Angelo must have felt it. He lifted her by the buttocks and planted her onto his cock under the water. She pulled Mae into her more tightly and rubbed her clit against Mae’s back as Angelo’s cock delved all the way in to her desperate cunt. She clenched around him, still rubbing and humping Mae from behind. It was cramped and loving and horny, and Lena felt like she was going to burst with pleasure.

She was too excited to hold off any longer and came, bubbles bursting like stars around her in the candlelight. Her orgasm ignited the swell of her lovers and they all came in unison. Angelo shuddered deep inside her, stretching her and filling her with his essence. Mae came onto her hands, engulfing her with heat even more ferocious than the bath water. They all stopped moving at the same time, each savoring the moment that they had all made love together for the very first time. Heavy breathing slowly subsided and they relaxed into deep companionship.

Chapter 27

“We should really think about making a move,” Angelo said sleepily. The three of them were lying on the huge bed, wrapped in towels, the two women dozing softly under each of his arms. Lena stirred from her sleep and curled in closer, sighing contentedly. She knew the meal times and shift patterns of the guards and guessed they still had a good few hours before anyone would realize things were amiss. It was a fairly regular occurrence that dinner would be served near the end of the day guards’ shift; Lena knew each resented the other, thinking they had the most demanding duties.

Once again, she was reluctant to embrace the thought of their life on the road as fugitives. Granted, this time it would be with her lovers, but she had grown used to the opulence of The Wasp’s quarters. She wanted to immerse herself in it for as long as possible. She looked up at the line of Angelo’s strong jaw and contrasted it to the soft, peachy curves of Mae’s.

“How in God’s name did you pass for a woman?” She giggled thinking of his manly gait as he tottered under the long robes.

“He’s a born drama queen,” Mae joined in the teasing, and both women squealed when he threw them off him and attacked them in mock anger, tickling and biting them until Lena thought she would pee herself. The feral contact and the pressure on her bladder quickly aroused her and she urged them to stop.

“Wait, stop,” she said, trying to catch her breath. “I’ve got to show you something. We’ve got plenty of time.”

They dried themselves off properly and pulled on their old clothing.

“God, I hope it’s a wardrobe full of new dresses and outfits,” groaned Mae, scratching her arms through the rough, itchy fabric.

Lena held Mae’s hand, who held Angelo’s, and padded out of The Wasp’s chamber into the labyrinth of rooms just beyond. She drew the chain behind her, peeking in every door, searching for the room she had fantasized about taking her lovers to since she had been there. If only she hadn’t been blindfolded at the time. At last, she found a small hallway lined in the same shade of velvet she remembered in her favorite room. Her heart began to beat quickly and she tugged urgently at Mae’s hand, which was growing sweaty.

“Through here.” She slid her hand into the slit in one of the thick drapes at the end of the hall and swept it back tentatively. Mae and Angelo stepped up close behind her and two more intakes of breath echoed her own. Angelo drew the curtain back fully and gasped.

“It’s beautiful,” whispered Mae, taking in the rich shades of reds that so complimented the golden candelabras and furs. Mae’s eyes scanned the room, hovering over the chains and cuffs suspended from the ceiling and the riding crops displayed on shelves and stands throughout. “So this is where you’ve been hiding out?” She smiled wickedly at Lena. “I approve.” She left Angelo and Lena at the doorway and began her inspection more thoroughly, picking up crops and bending them, watching how they snapped back into place. Lena felt her nipples prickle at the sight of the quivering leather tab on the tip of the crop.

Angelo slid his arm around Lena’s shoulders and smelled her hairline. The tender motion set Lena’s nerve endings tingling and she put her hand up and clasped his. He gently removed it and wandered over to the chains.

“And just what, young lady,” he said, lifting a cuff and ripping it open, “do you mean by bringing us to such a place?” He glanced at Mae whose eyes opened wide as she stared at Lena.

“Yes, Lena, why don’t you come over here?”

Lena was shivering with excitement as she slowly walked on her tiptoes, trying to be silent before her lovers. She stopped before them, head bowed and arms outstretched, wrists together.

“I meant no harm,” she whispered, almost passing out, so shallow were her breaths. “I just thought I still need to be corrected, but I fear there’s no hope of that now.”

Lena’s body gave her away and her nipples formed peaks in her dayshirt while her inner thighs were slick with her own want. Her pussy clenched open and closed as she watched her lovers fingering a cuff each.

She fell to her knees with her hands high, pleading. “Please…”

In silence, her lovers pulled the shirt over her head and ran their fingers down the length of her arms to each wrist where the fur-lined cuffs were placed and tightened. Lena watched as Mae retreated to the corner of the room and reached slightly behind a curtain. With a molten look in her eyes and a lick of her lips, she began to turn the handle of a pulley system, hoisting Lena from her knees to her tiptoes. A flush of pleasure stormed through her pussy as she half stood, half hung at the mercy of her lovers.

“What do you want, Lena?” whispered Angelo, running his hand down her side then onto her lower back and under her buttocks. She swung forward a little as he forced a finger into her soaked entrance and removed it just as quickly.

“I want everything,” she said, staring at them both as they stood before her. “Show me what you do to each other, then do it to me.”

Angelo kissed her once on the mouth then went to Mae, grabbing her roughly by the breast and devouring her mouth with his. He grabbed the neck of her robe with both hands and pulled it apart, tearing it free from her body. Lena stared at the beauty before her. Perfectly stout breasts obscured by Mae’s tumbling black hair, thin waist and wide hips, strong parted legs with dark curls between. Angelo stood back, letting Lena enjoy the view before Mae returned the favor and like a woman possessed, savagely yanked his robes off.

Lena’s visual longing for his body began to quench as she took in every inch of the rippling mass just a footstep away. His muscles, just coiled beneath his skin, flexed and pulsed as he looked from Lena to Mae and back. Her eyes rested on his erection. She strained against her bonds, trying to catch a scent of it. Her mouth watered and her pussy ached. She spread her legs further and hung, letting her wrists take her weight as she prepared for the show.

Mae fell to her knees and took his cock in her mouth, licking and pouting around it, bobbing her head as she suckled him ferociously. Lena sucked the flesh of her own cheeks between her teeth and gently bit down, trying to fill her mouth with something of the sensation the Mae must have been feeling.

Angelo leaned back, his buttocks concave with tension, fucking Mae’s luscious mouth. Her hands plunged down into her pussy and she began to pleasure her clit by holding her pussy lips closed around it and rubbing, just the way Lena had in the tub. Sweat began to bead on their backs and faces, and Lena could smell the scent of sex wafting up to her. It was divine and she was aching to be touched. Her pussy felt like a yearning cavern of desire and she writhed on her chains, now twisting her thighs around one another, trying to get some relief.

Mae released Angelo and went to the sofa, lying back with her legs spread wide in invitation for him to feast. He lowered to the floor and crawled toward her while she opened her pussy up to give Lena a glimpse of the dripping red rose that he was about to plunder.

He dove onto her, spreading and licking hard at her dark red bud and Mae arched her back, making sure Lena got a good view. And she did. Angelo’s tongue was suckling and lashing ferociously as two fingers slid deep into Mae. Lena rattled on her chains as her pussy spasmed and her clit burned at watching the action. His digits were shining with Mae’s juices as he withdrew and made ready to thrust once more. Lena thought she would come with the sight of him finger fucking alone. Faster, he licked and fucked and Lena’s pussy dribbled want down her thighs and she groaned. It disturbed them and they stopped what they were doing, Angelo’s fingers still rammed deep in Mae’s cunt.

“I think she needs a little attention,” purred Mae. “Let’s see what we can find, shall we?”

Lena knew of the cupboard on the mirrored wall and watched with joy as Mae went straight to it. Lena took advantage of the mirror and saw Mae’s soft flushed breasts bounce as she walked. She also saw Mae’s eyes widen and the look of delight on her face when she opened the cupboard.
She’s found it
, thought Lena, and her pussy leapt in another unbearable pulse of desire.

Mae hid whatever it was in the crook of her arm as she returned and picked up a red crop from a display stand. She dropped the bundle just out of sight and kicked it under the sofa.

“Turn around,” she commanded while Angelo played with his cock.

Lena did as she was told and felt the familiar bittersweet pain of her nipples scraping the wrong way on the velveteen wall. Lena waited as static energy raised each tiny hair on her skin in anticipation. She released the breath she was holding to quickly get another, when,
thwack
, it came. Adrenalin coursed through her flesh from the site of the sting and sent her mind flying.
Thwack!
Again, harder this time, and tears smarted into their ducts. Lena let her head loll back and Angelo grabbed her hair, pushing it back forward.

“Maintain submission,” he said coldly, and the ice made Lena crazy with want.

Thwack!
Linear pain seared across her ass and burned the flesh. In a corner of her mind, Lena hoped that Mae would have mercy and place the lashes side by side.
Thwack!
No such mercy. The rod sliced across the other stripes and Lena cried out in sheer joyous agony. Tears streaked her face and she flopped forward, dangling on the chains. Her body and mind were rushing in unison and she felt so alive.

Mae wasn’t quite finished and grabbed one ankle with both hands, commanding Angelo do the same. He did and they pulled her feet apart, opening her pussy wide to the heat of her raw buttocks. Mae took the rod and began to tap Lena’s exposed pussy with the little tab of leather. Lena was shocked and tensed herself against the perceived pain. When only cooling pleasure came, she relaxed and let herself become absorbed in the sensation.

“Hold her open,” said Mae, and Angelo crouched in front of her with his head down, reaching up and gently parting her lips.

Lena smiled when he couldn’t resist slipping a finger inside her. His grip became stronger and her pussy was clamped open, the full length of her slit revealed to the crop. With feathery touches, Mae lightly patted her whole sex, from the top of her clit right up to the tightly coiled muscles of her ass. Lena lolled on her restraints, loving every sweep of the crop. Slowly, the pace and strength intensified and the soft strokes became tiny slaps. It was just enough to make her clit buzz and her hole clench. Her lips were still held fast by Angelo and he glanced up at her, smiling, then lifted himself up, pushing her out from the wall so that he could take one of her breasts in his mouth. She could barely keep her balance and winced as the crop lashed a little harder and his sucking became nibbling.

“Look what you’ve done to my whip,” wailed Mae, sliding the sodden leather under her nose. “You’ve ruined it with your wanton ways. You do need to be punished, don’t you?”

Angelo released her breast and pussy, giving her a little jab with his finger. Lena gasped. Her body burned with pain and hungry desire. She needed to be penetrated, fucked, everywhere. The images her brain had conjured while sleeping flew around Lena’s conscience, making her hornier and wetter than she’d ever been before.

To Lena’s amazement, Mae went to the pulley levers and started turning a handle. Lena looked up at the ceiling to see a short runway that her chains were strung from. As Mae turned the handle, the chains moved along, pulling her free of the wall and out into the room, just enough so that she was suspended with clear space around her.

Angelo cuddled in behind her, his dominant mass spreading heat through her body while his hands explored her flesh in front, massaging her breasts, thighs, pussy. Mae came in front and kissed her on the lips. She tasted so soft and pure. It was such a delightful contrast to the larger, more forceful lips of Angelo. Four hands were caressing her body now and Lena thought she would pass out with the sublime pleasure of it. Angelo’s touch crept further down to the crease of her buttocks, probing gently at the wet folds just inside. Lena parted her legs and pressed her hips backward, trying to rub herself on the length of his cock, which prodded and hinted at its presence. Mae’s hand worked at the front; fingertips teased the curls that clothed her lips then slid gently between, running over the hard nub of her clit and up into her entrance, silky with her want.

“Oh, my love, you need relief.” Mae pushed her long thin fingers in and out while Lena rocked on her chains, willing them to take her hard.

Angelo’s fingers joined Mae’s and her opening was stretched to take in the digits. She gasped at being worked on from front and back and urged them on by undulating her hips and clenching the walls of her slick hole around them. Angelo began sweeping her fluid out and up to the sweet pucker of her ass, back and forth until she knew it was softening and yielding to what was coming next. Mae sank down until her lips were in line with Lena’s pussy and she parted her glistening pelt showing Lena the tip of her tongue as she leaned in and licked her peaking clit. Lena shuddered from the roots of the hair on her head to her wriggling toes as Mae’s fingers in her pussy were joined by one of Angelo’s squeezing its way past the tight ring of muscles and into the depths beyond.

Lena had gone beyond any sexual pleasure she’d ever experienced and was now just a hanging mass of sensation. She felt like her body was made of liquid and light and she had no control or power over it anymore. She was simply in the realm of the divine as she gave herself up to the feeling. The finger in her ass slowly began to gently slide out then in, pulsing and opening her up for a second. Two of Angelo’s thick digits corkscrewed into her rear, and her head fell forward as she groaned and pressed back on to them. All the while, Mae suckled and tongued her clit and pussy. Lena tried to stop it, but the unmistakable darkness in her peripheral vision that signaled her climax, began to rise.

“Stop,” she breathed, taking all her effort to make the communication. It would be so easy just to come, so sublime, but Lena knew, she wanted to make it last. She wanted more. “You’re making me come.”