Stephanie's Revenge (22 page)

Wrapping
herself in a towelling robe she unbolted the terrace windows and
sat in the sun, enjoying its warmth. It was not as hot as it had
been when she'd first come to the castle but, by English standards,
it was still very warm. Stephanie kept the robe on. The cold of the
cell had buried itself inside her. It was going to take a lot of
real heat before it was gone.

Venetia
carried in the breakfast tray. There were scrambled eggs, bacon
(specially flown in from England), croissants, fruit, orange juice
and coffee. Stephanie fell on it like a starving wolf.

'Do you want
to be left alone?' Venetia asked tentatively.

'No.'
Stephanie indicated for Venetia to sit.

Venetia was
wearing a pair of white slacks and a simple black blouse tucked in
at the waist. Her long fair hair had been brushed out and hung,
unfettered, on her shoulders.

'Do you want
to talk about it?' Venetia asked. 'That bastard.' Venetia had
suffered at Gianni's hands too. She knew better than anyone what he
was capable of. 'I know what I'd like to do to him.'

'Don't worry.
We'll work something out. He's not going to get away with it. And
this time there are going to be no mistakes. He's not going to be
in a position to do anything about it,' Stephanie said, pausing
between mouthfuls of food.

'So how do you
feel?'

'I'll be all
right. My feet are better already. My ankle's fine. I just feel
cold all the time.'

'Cold?'

As she started
to explain why, she heard a knock at the bedroom door. Venetia got
up to answer it.

'Voilà!' It
was Jasmina. 'I heard you were up. Are you alright? You feel
better?'

Jasmina bent
and kissed Stephanie full on the mouth. She was wearing a silky
white teddy over a negligée in the same material. It hid little of
her body: not the crowns of her nipples nor the fold of her
sex.

Stephanie felt
a rush of desire.

'I'm feeling
better by the minute,' she said.

She told them
everything that had happened. They listened intently, sitting
around the table. The warmth of the sun increased, but Stephanie
still kept the robe wrapped firmly around her body right up to her
neck. She enjoyed the feeling of sweat dripping from her face.

'So what have
you been doing?' she asked, when her story was finished.

'We took it in
turns to watch the house with Devlin, the three of us,' Venetia
explained. 'He sent us back here on Saturday night. I think he was
planning some sort of raid. Then you came out.'

Stephanie
looked at the two women at the table. There could not have been a
bigger contrast between them. Jasmina's short-cut, jet-black, curly
hair, against Venetia's long, straight, fair mane; Jasmina's dark
brown, almost black eyes, Venetia's crystal green; Jasmina's small,
almost masculine breasts against the full voluptuousness of
Venetia's bust. Only their long legs were similar and the fact
that, between these, they had little pubic hair. Stephanie felt
another pang of desire. She was definitely feeling better.

'So, have you
seen the rest of the castle yet?' she asked Jasmina.

'There hasn't
been time,' Venetia answered for her.

'And I wanted
to wait for you,' Jasmina said.

'So we can
pick up where we left off?'

'Yes please if
you want.' Jasmina leant over and kissed Stephanie on the cheek.
'We were worried.'

'When do you
have to be back in Rome?'

'In another
week. I took my holiday.'

'Wonderful.'
Stephanie felt her heart quicken. She remembered how much she had
wanted to show Jasmina the castle and its secrets, how she had
wanted to introduce her to Devlin and show her how to please him.
There had been so many things she'd wanted to do with her before
they had been so rudely interrupted. Now it appeared there was
still time. And now, after her long sleep, and the food, and the
heat of the sun, she appeared to have the inclination.

'Where's
Devlin?'

'If you woke
up, he told me to tell you he'd be back by twelve.'

'It's eleven
now. Ring down and tell them he's to come straight up when he gets
back. Where's he gone?'

'I don't know.
To see someone on the mainland, I think,' Venetia said, getting up
to go into the bedroom and use the phone.

'So what do
you think of Devlin?' Stephanie asked Jasmina.

'Très
intéressant...'

'Do you find
him attractive?'

'He makes me
feel strange.'

'You still
want to fuck him?'

'Mais oui. It
will be an experience, I think.'

'You still
want to fuck me?'

'Oh yes.'

'I'd really
like it, right now.'

'Now,' Jasmina
said enthusiastically. 'But you are well enough?'

'It will make
me feel better.'

'Moi aussi,'
Jasmina said, laughing.

Stephanie got
up and took Jasmina's hand, leading her into the bedroom. Venetia
had just finished on the phone. It was not difficult for her to
read the situation between Stephanie and Jasmina, especially when
Jasmina peeled off her negligée.

'I'd better
go,' Venetia said, walking to the bedroom door.

'Do we want
her to go, Jasmina? You wanted to learn, you wanted new
experiences, didn't you?' Stephanie said.

Jasmina looked
momentarily astonished. So far she had seen Venetia only as
Devlin's efficient secretary. She had to adjust to a new
perspective. 'Oui,' she said.

'Well, then,'
Stephanie continued, 'you'd better come back here, Venetia, hadn't
you?' She let a note of authority creep back into her voice.

Venetia came
back to stand in front of her. Stephanie touched her cheek with the
back of her hand.

'So well
behaved. Venetia and I have a very special relationship. She is
given privileges the others are not. Aren't you, Venetia?'

'Yes.'

'What others?'
Jasmina asked.

'You'll see.
One thing at a time. Do you think she is beautiful?'

'Very.'

'Then we'll
let her stay. You'd like that, wouldn't you?'

'Very much,'
Venetia said. 'It's been a long time.'

It had. It had
been a long time since their limbs were intertwined, since they had
brought each other to exquisite heights of sexual pleasure. Venetia
was not Stephanie's first experience with a woman - that had been
when she had known Martin, so long ago it felt like years but was
actually only months - but it was her first alone, the first
without a man, the first where she couldn't pretend she was doing
it for the man's sake and not her own.

Stephanie
slipped out of her robe. The sun was streaming into the bedroom,
but she ordered Venetia to turn the heating on. She didn't want the
slightest hint of cold.

'Venetia is a
lesbian,' she said to Jasmina. 'She doesn't like cock at all.' She
lay on her back on the bed and indicated for Jasmina to lie next to
her. 'Take your clothes off, Venetia. Let Jasmina see you.'

A tone had
crept into Stephanie's voice that Jasmina did not understand - a
hardness, a note of command. 'You order her like this?'

'Yes.'

'But why?'

'Oh, it's a
long story. I'll explain it all later.' Stephanie didn't want to
explain about the cellars, about Devlin's slaves, that Venetia was
a slave too, caught embezzling from Devlin's company, but a slave
who enjoyed a special status. Jasmina would have to wait for her
explanation. There were other priorities now.

Venetia stood
by the foot of the bed and unbuttoned her blouse. Under it she wore
a black lace bra. She reached behind her and unclipped it, then
pulled it over her shoulders and off her large breasts. They
quivered in reaction to their new-found freedom.

'Mon dieu,'
Jasmina said, under her breath. Quickly Venetia shucked her tight
slacks and a pair of white knickers. Stephanie patted the bed on
her free side and Venetia came to lie beside her.

Stephanie
pulled the two women against her body until they rested at her
sides. She could feel the weight of Venetia's heavy breasts on one
side, and the hardness of Jasmina's large nipples under the silk of
her teddy on the other. Both women had curled their thighs over
hers, and at her hip she could feel the faint tickle of pubic hair,
one bush wiry and coarse, the other soft and downy.

There was no
need to move. She wallowed in the feeling of their bodies against
hers, their contrasts and similarities, a sensation of excitement
and anticipation coursing through her body as her heartbeat
increased. Soon she would be plunged into a mélange of bodies, of
feelings, of possibilities. She enjoyed their heat too, her body
seemingly feeding off heat, turned, by her experience in the cell,
into a heat vampire.

Stephanie
turned to Jasmina first. She kissed her willing mouth and pressed
her body into hers. Venetia immediately pushed over to press into
Stephanie's back, making her the filling in a sandwich of bodies,
crushed gently between the two women. She had never realised before
how sensitive her back was. At her shoulders she could feel every
contour of Venetia's heavy breasts, their nipples as hard as
stones, feel them so graphically it was almost as if she had never
felt them before. A shiver of delight rippled through her body. She
felt Venetia's navel too, pressed hard against the curve of her
arse. She shivered again. The two women took it for cold. They
pressed in closer, huddling for warmth, trying to cover every inch
of her naked flesh with their own.

It was a
wonderful feeling, being smothered in flesh.

She rocked
herself in their arms as they rocked with her. All her instincts,
all the sexual dynamism that she had felt since she first came to
the castle, were beginning to flood back, as the chill in her body
thawed away.

Stephanie ran
her hand down the black rump of Jasmina's buttock. It always
astonished her how white her tanned arm looked against Jasmina's
skin. Her fingertips pushed down into the cleft of her arse and
found her fleshy labia under the crotch of the teddy. She pushed
deeper until two fingers were inside her sex and, with the other,
she could just reach her clitoris.

'I adore...'
Jasmina whispered in her ear. 'You have taught me to adore
this.'

When Venetia
saw what Stephanie was doing, she aped her actions, running her
hand down into Stephanie's cleft, using her fingertips in exactly
the same way. Venetia could hear the rhythm Stephanie was using on
Jasmina; every time she pushed, Jasmina moaned slightly, just the
faintest of sounds. Venetia used this to match her rhythm on
Stephanie.

There was no
urgency, no hurry, no pitiless pummelling to meet an overwhelming
need, but Stephanie could feel herself coming and had no intention
of holding back. She found Jasmina's mouth and kissed it hard,
pushing her fingers as deep as they would go, just as she pushed
her tongue deep too. It was a bit like masturbation. Whatever she
did to Jasmina was, in turn, done to her. And now she could feel
Jasmina coming just as she felt her orgasm build, that subtle line
between sensual pleasure and sensual need crossed. Once crossed
there was no going back. She felt Jasmina's mouth on hers. It was
fluttering, trying to make little sounds, her body trembling, her
cunt awash with wetness, her big nipples hard against Stephanie's
own breasts.

Jasmina came,
breaking the kiss through the need to cry out, her whole body
vibrating in Stephanie's arms. But Stephanie was so close to her,
so much in tune, her climax so near, that feeling Jasmina come made
her come too. Venetia's probing fingers, working away between the
silky, wet walls of her cunt, had brought her to the edge, and
Jasmina had taken her over it. Over it and down the other side, her
mind full of images of their three bodies pressed together, twined
into each other. They clung to each other, all the little tremors
and aftershocks of orgasm felt in each other, multiplied and
magnified by being shared.

The room was
hot now. With the morning sun streaming through the windows and the
heating pumping out from the radiators it was hot and getting
hotter. Jasmina and Venetia were sweating. But not Stephanie. Her
body was still absorbing heat.

Jasmina
unfastened the poppers of the teddy and pulled it over her head.
Stephanie turned on to her back again. Venetia immediately cupped
Stephanie's breast in her hand and leant over her to take her
nipple in her teeth. She bit lightly. Stephanie shuddered and
gasped, the orgasm still in her body, the bite provoking an
aftershock. Jasmina, seeing what Venetia was doing, cupped
Stephanie's other breast and embedded her teeth in its corrugated
nipple too. It was a sensation Stephanie had never had before -
both breasts held, both nipples bitten and sucked and teased.

'You could
have a competition,' she said.

They did. They
vied for her feelings, each hoping for the prize of a gasp of
pleasure, a shudder of delight. And they got it. Stephanie moaned,
rolling her head from side to side as she abandoned herself to her
feelings, as she felt her body begin to want again.

It was her
cunt that wanted. It felt neglected. Stephanie lay with her legs
open, her knees bent, her labia swollen and wet and sulking.
Stephanie could feel her clitoris throbbing, crying for
attention.

Venetia's hand
was the first to run down over her taut navel to the thick forest
of black public hair, but Jasmina's was not far behind. While
Venetia delved into her labia, Jasmina's hand caressed her thigh.
Not for a moment did their mouths lose contact with her
nipples.

Venetia found
Stephanie's clitoris. It felt hard, engorged already by her first
orgasm. Jasmina's hand went under her thigh to find the entrance to
her sex. Only minutes before Venetia's fingers had been deep in her
cunt. Now it was Jasmina who pushed into her wetness. But this felt
so different. This was two hands, two women. Stephanie felt her
excitement racked up another notch, like the cogged gears of a
jack, oiled and engaged, turning with slow, jerky movements, each
notch sending her higher, harder.