The Raven Chronicles Book 1 (3 page)

“It’s rude not to greet me properly, and it may warrant a punishment.”

Becki’s pussy tingled. “Hello, Mistress.”

“That’s better. You learn very quickly. I can’t say the same for Susan, but I think she enjoys the pain.”

Susan stood behind Becki. “I do enjoy the pain,” Susan admitted.

The corner of Raven’s mouth turned upward, the only time she had displayed anything remotely close to a smile in Becki’s presence.

“Take her upstairs. Her outfit is on the bed. Make sure she is dressed and made up. The guests will be coming shortly.”

A leather black-and-white maid’s uniform sat on the bed. Beside it were fishnet stockings and black high heels.

“Get dressed,” Susan said, leaving the room.

Becki disrobed and then picked up the maid outfit, inspecting it carefully. It was a soft, buttery leather and must have cost a fortune. She slipped it over her skin. It was small. It stretched over her body like latex, the soft leather stretching just enough in the right spots. She put on the stockings. The large holes made her look even more like a slut. The shoes had exceptionally tall heels. She doubted she could navigate in them for a few minutes, much less an entire evening. She sat on the bed and slipped them on, buckling them around her ankles. She stood, feeling the awkward height that the heels added to her frame. She took her first tentative step and nearly toppled.

Susan returned to see Becki’s first attempts to walk in the heels.

“Try to walk naturally—the shoes will do the rest. You don’t want to look clumsy.”

“That’s easier said than done,” Becki said. Trying to get the hang of the shoes, Becki walked back and forth in the bedroom. She felt she had much better control than when she started but had no idea how she was going to get down the stairs. “It’s going to be a long night in these.”

“It doesn’t matter, you’ll be on your knees most of the night anyway.”

Before the guests arrived Susan put a black piece of silk over Becki’s head with two eyeholes for her to see. She knotted it in the back.

“What’s this?”

“Your mask.” Susan slipped a highly decorated porcelain mask over her own face that attached in the back with elastic. “It’s a costume party. Guests like to keep their anonymity.”

Guests arrived. Eight total. All women and all dressed in period ball gowns and masks. Classical music, mostly pieces where the lute was featured prominently, played softly in the background. The women laughed, talked, and ambled around the apartment. In the middle of everything was Raven, the nucleus, while Becki served rounds of drinks and finger foods on silver trays.

“Everyone, may I have your attention,” Raven said, clanking a spoon to the side of a crystal goblet. Raven took Becki by the hand and put her arm around her. “I’d like to introduce my new Tiddler.”

The audience cheered and applauded. Comments came from the group, murmurs over the den of approval. “She’s stunning.” “She looks decadent.”

Susan came and took Becki into the kitchen.

“What’s a Tiddler?”

“A Tiddler goes around and sneaks under guests’ dresses, gets between their thighs and teases them with licks and nibbles. It’s a party favorite.”

The words echoed in the kitchen. Becki wasn’t sure she heard Susan correctly. “Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

It took a long time for the words to sink into Becki’s brain. Anxiety filled her, causing the pit of her stomach to do flip-flops. “I don’t think I can do it.”

Susan pulled Becki close to her and kissed her. Their lips locked tenderly, Susan’s hand holding her face. “Yes, you can. Be a good slut and do what you’re told.”

This woman turns me on
, Becki thought.

“They’re expecting you to do it. Just nibble a little. They’ll giggle, they’ll talk, they may want more, but don’t linger, move along. Keep down on your knees, get between their thighs, and lick and nibble. Don’t wait for permission and make sure you get everyone at least once.”

I can’t believe I’m going to do this
. Becki took a deep breath.
My first lesbian experience a week ago and now I’m offered up for oral sex to a room full of women.
The idea terrified her. Becki pushed the curtain to the side and moved into the living room.
This is true humiliation.
She dropped to her knees and crawled into the group.

The grandfather clock chimed the hour. The women smiled when they saw the Tiddler approach. They continued their conversations. Anticipation grew, each woman chortling about who Becki would select first.

Here it goes.
Dropping to her knees, Becki crawled under the first woman’s gown. She found the woman was wearing fishnet stockings and no panties. Her legs were lean and muscular. She had a tattoo of a devil on her right thigh. If Becki had to guess, she’d say the woman was mid-thirties and her body was in excellent shape, her pussy shaved bald. She could hear the women chatting outside the layers of the gown. Becki poked her head up between the woman’s thighs and nibbled with her lips at the woman’s pussy. The woman giggled. She gave her vulva a couple quick licks then came out from under the dress and moved to the next one.

The next lady was younger, maybe early twenties. She too wore no panties and had a full black bush. Becki nuzzled her nose into her furry love patch. She licked at the woman’s outer lips. The woman spread her legs apart to allow Becki to access her clit. Becki licked her clit until she could taste the woman’s juices, then moved on to the next woman.

I am here to please.
She nibbled sweet pussy. She moved to the next; it was furry and gray. She went to the next; it was bald.
I am nothing but a servant.
I obey Mistress Raven. She licked the next woman. This is getting me very hot. Becki lifted up her own skirt when no one could see her and played with her pussy. She drew circles on her clit with her fingers but couldn’t finish. She had to move on to the next woman. Her knees were aching from crawling on the hardwood floor. She did not stop. She could not stop.

As the party drew to a close, Raven stopped everyone. The music was off and the room was silent. You could hear a pin drop. Becki knelt in the middle of the room, her knees red and sore, circled by the guests, Raven standing at her side. “Let’s give a big hand for the Tiddler!” Raven announced.

The women applauded. “Wonderful selection,” one woman said.

“I noticed that she enjoyed her work so much she was touching herself,” Raven said. The host of women chuckled. “Let’s allow her some satisfaction.” Raven looked down at Becki. “Pull up your skirt and masturbate for us.”

Becki looked around the room, her heart suddenly beating rapidly in her chest. She felt her pulse in her ears. Silence. All the eyes on her. She pulled up her skirt and traced circles around her clit with her middle finger. She began to moan. All of the eyes on her added to her arousal.
That’s it, look at my sweet young pussy, look at how hot this makes me.
She eased her middle finger into her pussy, then came back out and rubbed her clit.
I’m going to cum. I can feel it!
Her shallow breaths increased. The grandfather clock struck eleven o’clock the moment her head fell back and she came on her fingers as every woman at the party watched her. She squeezed her hand in her thighs. The orgasm was intense and swift, then it was over. She looked up with guilty eyes at the group. A few of them were making out. One had her gown lifted up and was allowing two others to rub on her pussy.

Raven leaned down to Becki. “Come with me, the real party has just begun.” Raven took Becki by the hand and led her upstairs through one of the curtained doorways.

As the others began making love or screwing, whichever they called it, behind them Raven led Becki into the familiar bedroom loaded with antiques and the circular bed with satin sheets. She guided Becki into the bed, the cold, smooth sheets luxurious on her skin, Raven’s touch sensual and warm.

I want this so bad. I want you to have me.
Becki shut her eyes and leaned back into the soft pillows. Raven stood beside her, removing her gown. Once her long, sleek body, milky white skin and octopus tattoo on her thigh, was free of her clothing, Raven slid into bed beside Becki.
Her body is exquisite,
Becki thought. She shut her eyes again. She felt Raven’s lips on hers. They kissed, their tongues dancing. Raven was firm yet gentle. The dominant creature had been replaced with tender love. Raven’s soft hands ran down her body.

Becki lay naked, her leather outfit stripped away. Raven took Becki’s nipple into her mouth and teased it with her tongue. This woman is driving me crazy. Becki reached down and cradled her mistress’s head, her fingers entwined in Raven’s silky purple hair. Her warm mouth licked and kissed her nipple, then between her boobs, then the other boob, finally working her way down her flat stomach.
How many women has she done this to? Am I just another one in a long line of servants? I don’t care. Right now there is nothing more than this.

Becki’s bush was one tiny strip of brown hair. Raven rubbed her nose in her mound, loving the feel of young pubic hair. She pushed Becki’s thighs up and opened her legs, placing her tongue on the inner lips of her pussy.

“Oh my god!” Becki exclaimed. “You are so amazing.”

I know
, Raven thought.

She licked her pussy until Becki was coming again and again. Becki thought she’d never stop, her thighs wrapped around Raven’s head and her fingers running through her purple hair. Raven looked up, her face wet with pussy juice.

“I love you,” Becki said.

Raven laughed. “You’re a sweetheart.” Raven crawled up beside Becki and held Becki in her arms. Raven rubbed her hair until the young woman fell asleep.

Raven rested a long while, the noises downstairs telling her the party was still in full swing. Naked, she slid out of bed and walked downstairs. She went into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water and a bottle of wine from the fridge. She turned around to find a naked Susan leaning on the counter.

“Let them out when the party’s over.”

Susan nodded.

Raven turned, leaving the room to go back upstairs.

“Are you with her?” Susan inquired.

“Yes. She’s a special one.”

“I concur,” Susan said.

The idiom of a professor,
Raven thought.

Raven went back upstairs to Becki, still asleep in bed. She sat the bottles down and took a moment to appreciate Becki’s youthful beauty. She opened the water and took several large swigs, then sat the bottle down. She slid into bed next to the peacefully sleeping young lady and soon fell asleep beside her.

The next morning Becki awoke beside Raven, who was staring down at her, brushing her hair. Becki’s heart warmed when she saw Raven’s dark eyes.

“Did I do good last night?”

“You were wonderful.” Raven bent down and kissed her. “Don’t expect me to be so kind all of the time.”

Becki knew Raven was firm. She wouldn’t have her any other way.

Leaving with Susan, Becki turned to look up at the apartment behind her. She wondered if Raven was looking down at her, watching their departure. “Will I see her again?” Becki asked.

“Most definitely,” Susan said.

“I’ve never met anyone like her,” Becki said, a mournful loss already building in her soul at being separated from her mistress.

“Neither have I,” Susan said.

To be continued…

in The Raven Chronicles Book 2