Stephanie's Trial (6 page)

Stephanie
writhed on it, arching off the bed again, rotating her hips from
side to side, feeling the odd sensation of satin soaking up the
juices of her body. She was very excited now. The image of Doreen,
that slim beautiful body, being opened and buggered by the Arab
played in her mind as it had on the screen. She could hear her
scream, the unique noise of pain and exquisite pleasure inexorably
mixed.

Venetia left
the satin pressed into Stephanie's sex but extracted her finger.
Releasing the nipple from her mouth she sat up and used both hands
to pull at the waistband of the panties, easing them over
Stephanie's hips. Stephanie cooperated, lifting her buttocks off
the bed. The panties rolled down her thighs until the satin in her
sex formed the apex of a triangle of black fabric. Slowly Venetia
pulled down, watching the material slip from between Stephanie's
labia. Stephanie shuddered as it finally left the folds of her
tender pink niche.

Throwing the
wet panties aside, Venetia bent over Stephanie's body. She
unclipped the four suspenders from the welts of the stockings and
rolled the black nylon down Stephanie's legs. She unclipped the
suspender belt too and pulled it away. Stephanie was naked.

Venetia looked
down at Stephanie's body, allowing the feeling of desire it
provoked to rush through her like a drug. She dipped her head until
she was kissing Stephanie's navel, inserted her tongue into her
belly-button, then licked and kissed her way down until she could
feel pubic hair brushing her lips. But she did not delve lower. She
had other ideas. Her mouth trailed down the slope of Stephanie's
thigh, her lips and tongue working continuously on the inner flesh
until it had reached her knee. Here she paused, sucking on the
kneecap while her hands, both hands, caressed and kneaded the top
of Stephanie's thigh, grazing her labia but no more than that.

As she moved
her mouth lower, down over Stephanie's calf, she straightened her
legs from her kneeling position so she was lying alongside
Stephanie on her stomach. Her mouth reached Stephanie's feet. She
licked her toes and sucked on them.

Stephanie's
body throbbed. Venetia was a wonderful lover. Her touch, her mouth,
the things she did were perfect. Deep in her sex Stephanie felt her
excitement gathering like storm clouds, thick and dark and ready to
erupt.

Venetia was
parting Stephanie's thighs with her hands, spreading them wide
apart. As she did she slid further down the bed until Stephanie
felt her heavy breasts at her feet. What was she doing? Venetia
rolled on to her side and slid the foot of her bottom leg, the one
on the sheets, under Stephanie's knee. Stephanie was still not sure
what she intended. Venetia's leg pushed up under Stephanie's thigh.
Groping around she found both Stephanie's hands and locked her
fingers into them tightly. Then suddenly she pulled hard and rolled
Stephanie onto her side so their two bodies slid towards each other
and the V of their thighs, the melting centres of their sex, were
forced together. With their heads at opposite ends of the bed,
their legs open, their cunts were crushed against each other,
joined.

It was an
incredible sensation. Stephanie felt her body pulsing as she held
Venetia's hands tightly, using them to lever herself down onto
Venetia's cunt. She could feel Venetia's labia, her heat, her
wetness, just as well as she could feel her own. They ground
against each other, rocking from side to side, their bodies like a
modern sculpture of entangled limbs, Venetia's calf at Stephanie's
throat, Stephanie's foot curled under Venetia's neck. All that
mattered was their cunts, all that mattered was the rhythm of their
bodies and the strange but wonderful sucking sensation that their
wet labia produced. It felt like two mouths kissing.

As they moved
the contact got deeper. It was as though they were melting
together. But then, quite suddenly, Venetia changed the angle of
their bodies slightly and Stephanie gasped as she felt the bud of
her clitoris right up against the bloated, pulsing lozenge of
Venetia's. It felt like a cock, a tiny miniature cock, probing
against her. She had never felt anything quite like it. Stephanie
knew it was going to make her come, the remorseless rhythm as
Venetia rubbed their clitorises together was impossible to
resist.

'Oh yes,
yes...' Stephanie moaned. 'Darling... yes...' They writhed on the
bed, rocking, rolling, undulating against each other, like two
snakes coiled together.

And then her
body gave way and she was falling back down into billowing clouds
of sensation, down until she could feel nothing but the incredible
sensitivity of her own sex pressing against another cunt, another
clitoris, like a mirror reflecting and defining and amplifying
every feeling. She knew Venetia had come at almost the same moment.
Somewhere in her mind she could just distinguish the pulsing of her
own orgasm from the throbbing labia and juicy wetness of Venetia's
own climax.

Slowly Venetia
unwound herself from Stephanie's body and came to lie beside her,
shoulder to shoulder.

'Wonderful,'
Stephanie whispered.

'You want
more, don't you?'

'Yes, I do...
You're very sensitive aren't you?'

'What do you
want?'

'Godemiché.'
It was the word the beautiful black French girl Jasmina had taught
her.

'Godemiché?'
Venetia looked puzzled.

'It's French
for dildo,' Stephanie said, smiling. Without another word Venetia
got up off the bed and walked into the dressing-room.
Experimentally Stephanie opened her legs and stroked her labia.
They felt tender but deliciously alive, still humming with
pleasure. She was not finished. Venetia was right, her body yearned
for more. She heard Venetia opening a drawer but could not see her.
Her fingers pressed into her clitoris and she closed her eyes as a
wave of pleasure shot through her nerves, joining up with the
aftermath of the orgasm that still lingered in her body. With her
eyes closed she rubbed a little imaginary circle on the tiny bud at
the centre of her sex and was overwhelmed again by a rush of
exquisite sensation, instantly reminding her of how Venetia's sex
had felt pressed so intimately against her own.

When she
opened her eyes again Venetia stood by the bed. She had strapped
herself into a tight harness of thick black leather. A belt
encircled her waist. From each side of her hip and from the middle
three leather straps ran down to the junction of her thighs, where
they joined to become one, ran up and over her sex and between the
cleft of her buttocks. High on her buttocks the strap was then
buckled tightly again to the leather at her waist. Where the three
straps met, directly over her pubic triangle, a large black plastic
dildo had been pushed through a hole in the leather, its base
flared out in a shape that neatly covered her pubis and was held
firm by the straps. At the apex of the triangle the black plastic
was extended, curving down between her legs.

'Is this what
you wanted?'

'Where did you
get that?'

'There's a
whole chest of stuff in the dressing room. Didn't you find it when
you were here last?'

Venetia was
squeezing a thick sticky cream from a tube over the head of the
dildo. She smeared it over the whole length, making it glisten.

'Fuck me,
Venetia,' Stephanie said, her excitement increasing as she watched
Venetia's fingers working on the dildo. 'I need it.'

It was time.
Stephanie scissored her legs apart. There was something
extraordinarily sexy about watching Venetia standing there, her
gorgeous body strapped with leather, a dildo jutting from her
loins, her hand playing with it as though it were a cock.

Venetia knelt
on the bed between Stephanie's legs. Then she lent down until her
breasts rested against Stephanie's, her rock-hard nipples pressing
into Stephanie's chest. With her hand she guided the head of the
dildo to the opening of Stephanie's cunt. Immediately Stephanie
wrapped her arms around Venetia's back, and pulled herself down
onto the black shaft. She was in no mood for subtlety. The shaft
filled her, took her breath away with its size. A dildo was not
like a cock. It was cold and hard, not warm and alive. Venetia
started moving like a man, fucking her like a man would with a
cock, bucking her hips up and down, pushing the dildo forward with
her pubis.

Stephanie's
cunt was awash with juices and the lubricant Venetia had applied to
the dildo. She could feel its unyielding hardness churning inside
her, right up against the neck of her womb, but best of all was the
thick black leather that held it in place, crushed into her
clitoris. Almost from the moment it had entered her she had started
to come again, twisting and wriggling under Venetia's soft feminine
body, enjoying the contrast, feeling her spongy tits against her
own, her soft arse under her hands, and yet feeling the rigid shaft
she was propelling into her like a man. Waves of sensation rolled
over her as Venetia's buttocks propelled the dildo back and forth.
Waves of sensation joined with emotion and with memory, a thousand
sexual images ran through her head. Somewhere at the back of her
mind the thought occurred to her that perhaps that was the reason
her orgasms were so much more intense and shattering than they had
been before she'd started her sexual adventure. Perhaps sex was
cumulative, perhaps images from all the orgasms she'd had in the
last months joined together each time, conspired each time to bring
her off harder, deeper, longer. Like now. Like the orgasm that
rushed through her body now, wiping out all conscious thought,
destroying everything but sensation, breaking over the head of the
dildo and out to touch and excite every nerve in her body and lock
every muscle, as her eyes rolled back in her head to envelope her
in a blackness so total it was as though she'd passed out.

She felt the
dildo slide out of her sex and Venetia's body roll to one side. For
a moment she could not move. The aftermath was too involving,
demanding all her mind and senses. But as her mind slowly regained
precedence over her emotions again, she turned her head to look at
Venetia who was lying on her side in a foetal position, her knees
drawn up against her large breasts, the big black dildo nestling
against her belly.

Stephanie got
to her knees. She unbuckled the strap in the small of Venetia's
back. Venetia opened her legs and Stephanie pulled the strap away.
She unbuckled the waist belt too and threw the harness to one
side.

Moving down
the bed, Stephanie kissed Venetia's hip. There was no need to
return the favour, of course. Venetia was a slave, a thief, she
could be used like all the other slaves, used and discarded. But
Venetia was special. It was only six months ago that Venetia had
been the first woman Stephanie had ever had sex with. That wasn't
quite true. There had been a woman before, with Martin, but
Stephanie - though the experience had thrilled her - had always
thought of that as Martin's fantasy, not her own. With Venetia, for
the first time, it had been one on one. She could not delude
herself that it was to give a man pleasure. The pleasure had been
all her own. Of course then she had known nothing of the castle and
all its secrets, and little about her own proclivities.

But whatever
she had learnt subsequently had not changed her basic affection for
Venetia and she knew it never would. She would play with her, tease
her, use her but she could never leave her, as she was now, excited
yet unfulfilled.

With pressure
from her hand Stephanie indicated that Venetia should turn onto her
back. Almost before she had done so Stephanie leant forward, her
mouth lapping at Venetia's flat navel. Venetia opened her legs and
Stephanie immediately moved her head down to her sparsely haired
pubis. She could see where the straps of the harness had chafed her
inner thighs and she kissed the red marks tenderly, making Venetia
moan.

Venetia's
labia were the most symmetrical Stephanie had ever seen, an almost
perfect oval neatly contained by fleshy outer lips. Her fair pubic
hair, nowhere longer than half an inch but not shaved or cut, only
covered the triangle of her belly and there was nothing to conceal
the detail of her sex. The labia glistened. Wrapping her arms
around the underside of both her thighs, Stephanie used the tips of
her fingers on either side to prise the labia apart. The aroma of
sex filled the air as they opened with an audible squelch.
Stephanie stared into the irregular dark entrance to her cunt. All
this was calculated and controlled. What followed next was not.
Suddenly something snapped in Stephanie. Her desire to feel and
taste and suck on Venetia's hot wet sex overwhelmed her. Still
holding the labia with the tips of her fingers, she plunged her
head down between Venetia's thighs and centred her tongue on the
opening she had made, thrusting her tongue into Venetia's cunt as
far as it would go. Venetia's cunt felt tight and wet: she tasted
sweet. Stephanie reamed her with her tongue and heard her moan with
pleasure. She sucked her labia into her mouth too, greedy to taste
every part of her.

Venetia's body
was throbbing. She closed her eyes for a moment and in the darkness
felt Stephanie's mouth working frantically on her sex. Then she
opened them again to watch Stephanie's head bobbing between her
thighs, her long black hair draped over her lap.

Venetia was
coming. Her body began to sing as Stephanie's mouth moved up from
her cunt to her hard, engorged clitoris. The very tip of
Stephanie's tongue teased it at first, just the faintest of
touches. But the teasing didn't last long. Soon Stephanie couldn't
resist the temptation to take up a rhythm, circle the little bud of
nerves with the full weight of her tongue.