The Raven Chronicles Book 1 (2 page)

“We’ve only just begun,” Susan said.

“She’s beautiful,” a voice came from behind the curtain that blocked one of the doorways.

Becki sat up and struggled to pull her skirt down. A beautiful woman pushed the curtain aside and walked into the room. She had the milky skin of a goddess and silky long black hair. She wore knee-high leather boots with high heels and a black leather miniskirt. A bustier held her ample round breasts up, revealing a deep cleavage. Her boots clicked on the hardwood floor as she walked across to the red chair and sat.

“I can tell that you enjoyed yourself,” Raven said.

Neither Susan nor Becki spoke. With Raven’s presence, the room had changed. The air was electrically charged, tense with sex and submission. Raven was in full control.

“It’s a wonderful feeling, your first orgasm. That was your first real orgasm, right?” Raven asked.

Becki slowly nodded her head.

“I could tell. You’re going to learn how to eat pussy like that so you can serve me too. Come here.”

Becki hesitated. She wasn’t sure what to do. Everything was moving so fast. She had never done anything with a woman before, except that one weird thing in the dorm with her roommate, but nothing serious like this, and now a second unidentified woman was demanding that she perform oral sex.

“Hesitation is not wise. You will be punished,” Raven said, a glint in her black eyes. “Susan, introduce her to me.”

“Mistress, this is Becki; Becki, this is Mistress Raven.” To Susan, Becki looked uncertain, so she added, “You would be wise to obey.”

Becki stood up from the couch.

“Down on your knees,” Raven said.

Becki dropped down to her hands and knees.

She obeys quickly
, Raven thought. “Now crawl to me.”

Becki crawled across the hardwood floor to Raven’s side. She put her head on Raven’s leg and Raven stroked her cheek and hair.

“So pretty,” Raven said. “Get the cuffs.”

Susan went into another room and came back with a pair of leather restraints.

“Cuff her, behind her back.”

Susan pulled Becki’s arms behind her back and cuffed her wrists. Her shoulders ached in this odd position and she felt so helpless.

Raven pulled her skirt up, revealing a large octopus tattoo on her right thigh. She opened her legs so that her bald pussy was visible and guided Becki between her thighs. She placed Becki’s lips on her pussy. “Now eat.”

Raven’s perfumed lust teased Becki’s nose. She stuck her tongue out and touched Raven’s pussy. It was warm and smooth. She licked it like a lollipop. She thought of what she enjoyed but couldn’t force her tongue to comply. She licked up on her lips then poked it into Raven’s pussy.

Raven grabbed a handful of Becki’s hair and pulled her head back. “Let me teach you,” Raven said “Lick the lips, let me feel your hot breath and wet tongue, and then tongue my clit.”

Becki wasn’t sure she could find her clit.

“When you get to the clit, be gentle. I can handle a lot but most women cannot.” Raven pushed Becki’s head back down to her pussy.

Becki licked, greedy with lust. Her tongue ducked in and around Raven’s lips, then flicked Raven’s clit.

“Oh, yes, that’s it. You’re figuring this out.”

Becki looked up at the smiling Raven. Becki was eager to please. She flicked Raven’s clit, then moved back to her lips. When eating Raven made Becki so hot she couldn’t take it anymore, she ground her face into Raven’s pussy and sucked on her lips.

“Easy, you’re getting carried away. Susan, come here. Down on your knees.”

Susan crawled up to them on her knees and eased in between Raven’s legs beside Becki.

“Now, show her,” Raven commanded.

Susan licked Raven’s pussy around the lips, then dove under her fleshy hood to flick and twirl Raven’s clit. Raven grabbed Becki by her hair and forced her down to get a ringside view.

Susan then fucked Raven with her tongue briefly before going back to her clit.

“That’s it. That’s it,” Raven said, her head falling backwards on to the couch, eyes shut. “Oh, show her what I like.”

Susan flicked Raven’s clit, then drew circles around it, then flicked it again, repeating the process over and over until Raven was dripping with cum and humping her face.

Raven shuddered. Breathing heavily, she looked down at Becki. “That’s how you do it.”

Becki nodded.

“Take her upstairs. I’ll be up in a minute.”

Susan pulled Becki to her feet and led her through one of the curtain-covered doorways. They climbed up an old mahogany staircase, then came to a small hallway with two doors. They entered one on the left. Steampunk. Contraptions and devices from a different age cluttered the room. Almost everything was made of wood, metal, or both. In the middle of the room sat a large circular bed with red satin sheets.

Susan pushed Becki onto the bed.

The silk sheets were cold on Becki’s skin. She lay on them and embraced their comfort. Susan began to undress Becki. She unbuttoned the dress but could go no further with the cuffs on Becki’s wrists. Susan removed the cuffs, then assisted Becki with disrobing.

Naked, Becki writhed in the silk sheets, looking up at her professor. Becki rubbed her breasts, pinched her nipples and crossed her legs to feel her clit tingle.

Susan disrobed. She stood above her naked student, electric with lust. Her young, succulent body twisted in the bed sheets. Susan couldn’t believe her luck. She had managed to take a naive freshman and turn her into a sex slave.
It isn’t luck. It is skill,
she told herself. Susan dropped onto the bed and into Becki’s waiting arms. They held one another and kissed, exploring each other’s mouths. They felt each other’s bodies. Susan ran her hands along the swell of Becki’s young breasts, her ass, her sweet pussy, all of her available for Susan’s carnal delight.

Becki moved her fingers to Susan’s pussy and played with her. She wanted to please. She wanted to see Susan orgasm again.

“You’re a beautiful young woman,” Susan whispered to Becki.

Becki ached with arousal. She inserted two fingers into Susan and fingered her at a frenzied pace, reaching down and fingering her own pussy with her other hand.

Susan moaned.
Oh my god!
she thought.
This little bitch is a wildcat.
She fucked Becki’s hand as she had her second round of orgasms for the night.

They heard Raven’s boots clapping on the hardwood floor as she approached the bedroom.

The blue paisley curtain pulled back and Raven entered the room. She walked to her closet and opened the door, revealing an oak dresser. She slid a drawer open and pulled out a riding crop. She turned back to the women lying in her bed in each other’s arms. “Susan, up.”

Susan broke her embrace and got out of bed, taking her place beside Raven.

Becki’s puppy dog eyes stared up at them, waiting to see what was next.

“Come to the edge of the bed and get on your hands and knees,” Raven commanded.

What’s she going to do?
Becki thought. Becki did as she was told. Not fully understanding the instructions, she knelt with her hands on the edge of the bed and her ass facing away from Raven. Impatient, Raven took the young student, turned her to the side so her ass was in the air and pushed her face down into the pillow.
My ass and pussy are exposed for them.
Are they going to touch my pussy? God, I hope they touch me.

“You’re going to answer some questions for me. Do you understand?”

Becki turned her head in the pillow so she could speak. “Yes.”
God, just touch me!

The crop slipped through the air so quickly Susan didn’t even notice until it made contact with Becki’s flesh. It cracked loudly on her ass in the small bedroom. The sound made Susan wince. Becki cried out, surprised and in pain. She fell forward into the ruffles of satin sheets, holding her ass and blathering into the pillow.

“Yes,
Mistress!
” Raven commanded.

Becki didn’t respond. She writhed in the bed holding her tender ass. Raven nodded to Susan. Susan came around and pulled Becki back to her knees for whipping.

“Yes, Mistress!” Raven said.

Oh my god! It fucking hurts.
Susan, help me! Her naked boobs hung from her chest. Her ass was in the air, exposing her asshole and pussy for the two women standing beside her.
I’m just a little slave for these women. They have so much more experience than me. God, I’m so fucking horny I can’t stand it. I’ll do anything to please them.
“Yes, Mistress,” Becki said, choking back tears.

“How old are you?” Raven asked.

“Eighteen, Mistress.”

“How many lovers have you had sex with?”

“Two, Mistress.”

“Was tonight your first experience with a woman?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Very good. You will serve a dinner party I’ll be having in a week. I’ll need you to wear a maid’s uniform. Give your size to Susan. I’ll have it ready.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“These will be some of my closest friends. There can be no mistakes.”

“Yes, Mistress.” As long as I can see you again, Mistress. Raven, mysterious and brooding, had captured Becki’s attention. She would think about her every day until she returned.

Raven smiled. This one was very trainable. She only needed the riding crop once. This was going to turn out to be a very good slave. Raven allowed the women to dress. The pair left her apartment and walked out into the cold night. Susan glanced back at the brick edifice. She felt Raven watching them as they walked away. They got into Susan’s car, Becki’s ass burning with pain when she sat down, and drove back to the campus.

Susan pulled beside the curb and stopped. Becki turned to her, Susan’s face illuminated from the glow of the instrument panel. The two looked at each other for a moment.

“Evening, Becki,” Susan said.

“Evening.” Becki got out of the car and walked to her dorm.

Susan watched the young woman walk into the distance, knowing she would never be the same again. Raven had left her mark on Becki. Once she returned to her dorm, her friends, and her comfort, she might find herself in a state of psychological discord. Guilt is a strange animal. When you enjoy something that’s taboo, guilt rears its ugly head, causing shame. Young Becki may feel guilt because she enjoyed the experience. She may feel guilt over her desire to go back and do it all again. She will try to resolve this guilt by rationalizing her behavior. Sometimes if her discord is too severe, a person can go into denial and repress the entire event. Becki will not be able to. The welt on her ass will remind her every day for the next week that she is Raven’s little slut. Becki’s inner conflict matters little when it comes to Raven’s will. Raven gets what she wants. Regardless of Becki’s feelings, in a week she will be serving at Raven’s dinner party.

Chapter 2

The Dinner Party

The night arrived sooner than Becki expected. She stood on the sidewalk waiting for Dr. McCandless to pick her up. The entire day had been a blur. She had gone to class and work like normal but could hardly remember being at either place. Her friends had spoken to her and she’d spoken to them, but she couldn’t remember what they had said. The entire week, all she could think about was Raven. She had seen Dr. McCandless in class. It was a massive class, over sixty students, so they’d had no chance to interact with one another, yet she thought Dr. McCandless had made eye contact with her from across the classroom.

The wind was biting cold. She was wearing a thick parka over her dress, but it did little to warm her legs.

“Yeah, Mom, everything’s going great,” she’d told her mom during their phone call two days ago. Despite her having been in college for nearly a full semester, her mother continued to call every other day.

“Your grades?” her mom asked.

“Great. I was struggling in one class but I think I’ve pulled that grade up.”

“I’m sure you did, you always do. I’m proud of you, baby.”

Becki wasn’t sure if she was proud of herself.

A pair of headlights pulled up towards the curve and slowed. Dr. McCandless. The car stopped and Becki got in.

Susan looked beautiful but a bit silly dressed in an nineteenth-century Victorian gown of crimson patterned fabric that ballooned out from her waist. She could barely fit its gratuitous folds of fabric into her driver’s seat.

The two arrived at the house. They took the path into the foyer and up the steps to the brick building. The large oak door swung open and Raven stood there to greet them. Becki stopped, in awe of her. Who is this woman? The site of Raven made Becki’s pussy wet. She was stunning, dressed in a gothic Antoinette gown that bellowed out from the waist. The bodice was black, with beaded fringe sleeves and a floor-length black underskirt. The overskirt, also black, was attached to the bodice. The overskirt was adorned with cut and trimmed black satin roses with sparkling purple accents. Dyed purple hair, silky and smooth, fell around a black feathered headband. Pale skin smooth as porcelain appeared to glow next to the dress and her cherry lipstick. In her hand she carried a black mask on a stick. Her large dark eyes studied Becki, both menacing and sensual. Becki couldn’t find words.