The Black Room (17 page)

Before she had a chance to open her eyes, she felt Vanessa’s soapy palm rubbing against the gusset of her panties. Her short flared skirt was no hindrance to the woman and Vanessa seemed happy enough to massage Kelly’s flesh through the fabric of her knickers.

Kelly bit back a sigh of delight. She felt her pants become sodden with hot soapy water and relished the bizarre sensation it inspired. Having another woman caressing her in such a way was intensely stimulating. The pants rubbed against her swollen lips, creating a subtle friction that was devastating. Unconsciously, she placed a hand on the side of the sink to steady herself. The welling orgasm that had built inside her was close to release and, as Vanessa continued to rub the liquid against her crotch, Kelly felt the strength of her impending climax swell to even greater proportions.

She tried to fight against the sensations, not wanting to be brought to the pinnacle of pleasure by Vanessa Byrne of all people.

Vanessa’s fingers worked their way beneath the gusset of Kelly’s panties. The sensation of the woman’s warm fingers stroking her wet, wanton pussy lips was too great for Kelly to struggle against. In spite of her reluctance, an orgasm swept through her, forcing her to shriek with ecstasy. Waves of pleasure rushed through her body, starting at her clitoris and emanating outward and upward. Her nipples ached with the dull throb of satisfied pain.

‘There.’ Vanessa smiled, straightening herself as she stepped away from Kelly. ‘That was good, wasn’t it?’

Kelly paused for breath before replying. ‘You’re right, Miss Byrne,’ she said softly. ‘Do you want me to tend to your burns now?’ she asked.

‘Of course,’ Vanessa snapped briskly.

Kelly moved to the sink and began to soap her hands as she had seen Vanessa doing. When she had a rich creamy lather between her fingers, she turned to the woman and hesitantly moved her hands towards Vanessa’s breasts.

‘Perfect,’ Vanessa breathed warmly. Relishing the sensation of warm soapy hands massaging her tits, she smiled happily at Kelly. ‘That feels perfect.’

Despite her dislike of the woman, Kelly had to agree. Vanessa’s skin felt creamy smooth beneath her fingers. The velvety feel of her flesh against the slippery palms of Kelly’s hands was a powerful aphrodisiac. For a moment, Kelly was startled by the erotic stimulation she was experiencing. Her hands moved slowly and deliberately over Vanessa’s huge, heaving orbs, rubbing brusquely against the tender skin. She did not go out of her way to stimulate the woman’s nipples, aware that she was meant to be tending to the mistress’s burns rather than her sexual needs. The heel of her palm and the tips of her fingers stroked them occasionally, and each time the touch incited a groan of satisfaction from Vanessa.

Vanessa put her hands on Kelly’s bare arms as she continued kneading her breasts. Her grip was hard and firm and Kelly was left in no doubt as to who was in control of the situation. ‘Get more soapy water,’ Vanessa breathed quietly. Even through her whispered tones, the undercurrent of a threat was still clearly audible.

Kelly responded immediately. ‘Yes, Miss Byrne,’ she said.

She moved to the sink and began to raise a lather between her hands again. When the creamy suds spilt between her fingers she moved them towards Vanessa’s breasts.

The woman stopped her.

‘Let’s try it a different way this time,’ she said stiffly. Scooping a handful of suds from Kelly’s palm, she smoothed the soap across the redhead’s breasts.

Kelly gasped, surprised by the intensity of the stimulation.

Vanessa smiled into her shocked face. ‘Do the same for me,’ she whispered. ‘Wet my tits with your soap.’

Kelly obeyed instantly. She began to massage the soap into Vanessa’s heaving breasts, aware of the urgent hardness in her nipples. Her hands moved faster than before and this time her concentration was focused on Vanessa’s areolas. Her fingers teased the woman’s nipples, rolling them between thumb and forefinger with a measured degree of pressure. The soapy lather created a fluid friction that was rich with erotic power.

‘No,’ Vanessa whispered, tearing the word forcefully from her mouth. She had her hands on Kelly’s arms and this time she pulled the redhead towards herself. ‘This is what I want,’ she told her firmly.

Kelly was aware that their naked torsos were touching. The creamy lather they had been applying to their breasts rubbed wetly between their uniting flesh. She could feel the hard pressure of Vanessa’s nipples scratching urgently against her own. Vanessa held her tightly by the arms, pressing herself fully against Kelly’s body. When Vanessa tightened the pressure of her fingers in the tender flesh of her arms, Kelly looked up, wondering if she had caused offence.

Vanessa pressed her mouth against Kelly’s. Her kiss was passionate and intoxicatingly erotic. She forced her tongue into Kelly’s mouth and explored it fully.

It was the most exciting kiss she had received from any woman, Kelly thought. Helen’s kisses had been passionate but lacking in intimacy. Mistress Stacey seemed to prefer not to overindulge in such obvious stimulation. Feeling Vanessa’s tongue explore her mouth, Kelly felt a wave of excitement building inside. The emotions that stirred were intense and she shivered physically in Vanessa’s arms.

‘You like this, don’t you?’ Vanessa observed, moving her lips slowly against Kelly’s face as she spoke. ‘You’re really enjoying it, aren’t you?’

‘Yes, Miss Byrne,’ Kelly breathed huskily.

Vanessa pressed her body more fiercely against Kelly’s. Their soap-lathered breasts rubbed determinedly together, giving and receiving a myriad starburst sensations of scintillating excitement. Vanessa adjusted her position, placing one foot between Kelly’s legs. Then, using her thigh, she rubbed softly against the heated centre of Kelly’s sex.

Kelly groaned loudly.

‘You don’t deserve such kind treatment,’ Vanessa observed.

Kelly did not bother replying. Instead she pressed her mouth against the other woman’s and extracted a kiss from the sweetness of her lips. Their mouths were locked in a bond of arousal that could not be broken. As their tongues explored one another, Vanessa continued to rub her leg against the aching seat of Kelly’s longing. She kept her fingers pressing into the redhead’s upper arms, exerting as great a control over her as was physically possible.

When their mouths eventually parted, both women gasped excitedly for air.

‘You like kissing me?’ Vanessa asked breathlessly.

Kelly nodded.

‘Then kiss me here,’ Vanessa instructed, forcing Kelly down on her knees. ‘If you’re half as good with your tongue down there, I’m in for the best afternoon of my life.’

Kelly hesitated as she stared at Vanessa’s pale pubic bush. The woman had lifted her skirt to reveal she was knickerless and Kelly could already smell the warm musky scent of her arousal. She tried not to think of her hatred for Vanessa Byrne. Considering the eager appetite of her own arousal, it was not a difficult thing to overlook. However, she hesitated, aware that she was acting like a slave for a woman she deplored. The fact that she was enjoying it only added to her confusion as she vacillated about what to do.

Vanessa was in no doubt about what Kelly should be doing.

‘Hurry up and lick it,’ she commanded sharply. ‘You don’t want me to get impatient, do you?’

There was enough warning in her words for Kelly to make an instant decision. She pressed her wet hands against the soft milky flesh of Vanessa’s upper thighs and buried her tongue into the woman’s cleft. The scent of her excitement was dark and overwhelming. Her pussy honey tasted like nectar and Kelly lapped at it greedily. She pressed her tongue hard against the woman’s clitoris and then ran it slowly along the length of her labia.

Vanessa groaned happily. ‘You are too good for words,’ she moaned softly. Her fingers toyed with Vanessa’s hair, tugging the locks roughly.

Kelly gasped with pain but did not stop licking. She could feel her excitement mounting into something tremendous and she knew from recent experience that discomfort and pain would only help. Her tongue probed as deeply as it could into the warm folds of Vanessa’s hole. She savoured the sweet taste of her juices, pausing occasionally to inhale the fragrant aroma. Occasionally she would tease Vanessa’s clitoris with the tip of her tongue, enticing it from under the hood of tactile flesh it hid beneath. She was aware that Vanessa was close to climax and this realisation brought with it a disturbing arousal. Feeling sure that she was close to her own orgasm, Kelly pressed her mouth against Miss Byrne’s hole with hungry determination.

She lapped the tip of her tongue against the mistress’s clitoris, coaxing the tiny pearl of pleasure from the confines of its hood. Catching the flesh between her lips, she sucked gently on it. She did not know if the mistress would approve of what she intended to do but her arousal was so great she did not care. All that mattered was pleasing the mistress. Kelly knew that if she did, she would be pleasing herself. Her teeth pressed lightly against Vanessa’s clitoris and she nibbled softly on the swollen nub of flesh.

‘God! That’s good,’ Vanessa gasped. ‘I’m close. Carry on.’ She had a fistful of Kelly’s hair in one hand and tugged it roughly as she gave this command.

Kelly squealed uncomfortably but continued as she had been told.

‘For punishment,’ Vanessa went on, her words ragged with arousal. ‘For punishment, I’m going to piss on you,’ she explained. ‘You’d agree that was acceptable, wouldn’t you?’

Kelly could not believe what she had heard. The thought of being used by someone in such a way was abhorrent to everything she had ever believed. The idea of being used like that by Vanessa Byrne, of all people, was even more galling.

Nevertheless, Vanessa’s words were exciting enough to push Kelly close to the brink of orgasm. She tongued furiously at the woman’s pussy, pushing her head hard against Vanessa’s pubic mound. Her hair was now being pulled so hard she wondered if it would come out at the roots but she did not care. All that mattered in that moment was pleasing Miss Byrne. It did not matter what Miss Byrne did to her. She could tug fistfuls of her hair out, piss on her and then beat her arse red raw with a riding crop. Kelly knew that her own orgasm depended on Vanessa climaxing. The boiling heat of her own arousal was so fierce it negated everything else.

Vanessa tugged Kelly’s head sharply away from her sex and stared down at her. From her position on the floor, Kelly thought the woman looked truly formidable. ‘You didn’t answer me,’ Vanessa pointed out. ‘You don’t mind if I punish you like that, do you?’

‘No, Miss Byrne,’ Kelly replied, her cheeks crimson with shame as she realised what she was agreeing to. ‘I don’t mind,’ she whispered.

Vanessa pushed Kelly’s head back to its position at her pussy lips. ‘What a servile little slut you are,’ she muttered absently. Closing her eyes to enjoy the moment more fully, she repeated the words fondly, gripping Kelly’s hair more tightly with each word. ‘What a lovely, servile little slut you are.’

Kelly could have screamed with agony as the pain in her head intensified. Her cheeks still felt scarlet with humiliation, but the fire that burnt there was only stoked by Vanessa’s insults. She could not tell if it was the pain, the eroticism of the moment or the servility of her position that aroused her most. It was a devastating combination for someone like her. Whatever the cause, she felt herself being propelled towards orgasm at a lightning pace. She knew the climax was going to be a forceful one.

Above her, she could hear Vanessa’s moans becoming lower and more guttural. The woman was as close to coming as she herself felt.

Kelly continued to work her tongue furiously on Vanessa’s pussy, delving inside her, then tracking a wet course along the length of her lips. She felt the clitoris pulsating beneath her tongue and in that moment she knew Vanessa was about to orgasm.

She moved her head slightly away, intending to inhale the sweet fragrant scent of the woman’s explosion. Before she could experience this aroma, she felt a spray of warm liquid spatter against her face. Startled, she opened her eyes and saw the golden stream of Vanessa’s piss shooting into her face.

Vanessa was groaning happily with delight. Her head rocked from side to side and a broad smile creased her features as the waves of pleasure flooded her body. Her fingers were still buried in Kelly’s scalp but they no longer pulled her hair. Instead they merely held her still.

Kelly knelt beneath Vanessa’s stream, unable to believe she was subjecting herself to such a punishment. She could feel the spray flooding over her, warm at first but quickly cooling. The sweet-scented stream of golden yellow bounced against her nose and chin. Her nostrils were filled with the florid fragrance of Vanessa’s piss. Not knowing why she did it, Kelly thrust her tongue out, catching the mellow warmth in her mouth and savouring the dark intimacy of its taste. Incredulously, she felt the thrilling rush of her own climax. It exploded inside her body, transporting her to a realm of exhilarating joy. She was in a place where humiliation and pleasure were so entwined they were indistinguishable. It felt divine.

Delirious with pleasure, she moved her face forward into the never-ending jet that shot from between Vanessa’s legs. The waves of warm liquid flowed over her face as she licked hungrily at Vanessa’s wet hole. The pleasure was intensified by her own eager acceptance of the punishment. She felt the second thrill of an orgasm ripple musically through her body as she licked at Miss Byrne’s sodden hole.

She glanced up at Vanessa’s face and saw the woman was wearing a distant smile. It was a stark contrast to the cruel smile that usually rested on Vanessa Byrne’s lips. Kelly also thought the woman looked as despicable as ever and she was once again reminded of her hatred for the woman.

She experienced a moment’s self-loathing as she realised how easily Vanessa had pleased her, in spite of their mutual antipathy. She also felt a moment’s shame as she realised how torrid and base her own actions had been.

It was not that she considered she had done anything wrong. In her own mind it was a simple equation: she was being used, therefore she was useful. She had given pleasure to someone, therefore she was pleasing. It did not really matter what she thought of Vanessa Byrne, just as it did not matter what the woman thought of her. All that mattered was that she had begun to accept her new role in life. She was submissive and servile and, whilst she was not happy about those facts, she could not deny them.