Stephanie's Castle

by Susanna Hughes

  'I need this girl in the castle.' The blonde looked around to see if Stephanie was referring to her. 'You are English, aren't you?' she asked directly

  'Yes.'

  'Yes, madam,' the supervisor corrected. The girl said nothing.

  'Come with me, then,' Stephanie said.

  For a second the supervisor looked as though he were going to intervene. Then he obviously thought better of it and stepped aside. Perhaps Devlin allowed other women the run of the castle, as he had Stephanie, and he was used to receiving orders from strangers; or perhaps it was just Stephanie's growing purposefulness and air of authority. What's more, she found she was continuing to enjoy this unaccustomed role that circumstances and Devlin had cast her in.

  The girl pulled off her thick gardening gloves and dropped them with the pruning knife at the supervisor's feet. She knew that because of Stephanie's presence he would not tell her to pick them up. But Stephanie was not going to allow her to get away with open defiance.

  'They don't belong there, do they?' Stephanie said firmly.

  Once again the girl said nothing.

  'Do they?'

  'No,' she replied sullenly.

  'Then put them back where they belong and meet me by the gate.'

  The supervisor looked pleased and the girl dejected as she stooped to pick up the gloves and knife.

  Stephanie walked slowly over to the gate, watching the tall blonde return the things to a shed and then walk towards her. Her whole posture was defiant, as it had been in the cellars this morning. There was no question, too, that this woman was very beautiful. Even in the rough working clothes her natural grace and poise was obvious. She took off her scarf and shook her head to release her long blonde hair. She was not only beautiful; she was clearly very aware of it.

  'So what's this all about, then?' she asked as she reached the gate. Her accent had a distinct Cockney twang to it and one she made no attempt to hide.

  'Don't talk to me like that.'

  'Why? Who do you think you are? Devlin's the boss here. You're just his tart for the day aren't you?'

  'You could say that. It doesn't mean I can't get Bruno down here. Would you prefer it if I got him to bring you in?'

  'No.' The mention of Bruno seemed to be effective.

  'Good. Then you better follow me.'

  Stephanie walked back into the castle, the blonde following morosely but without further comment. Clearly Stephanie was going to have to think of something to get her to cooperate over dinner. If she remained as sulky and ill-tempered as she was now, Gianni was going to be about as turned on as a man standing out in a snowstorm. There was no question of her beauty. If she could only find a way to make her more pliant, Gianni would surely be as excited by her as he was by Stephanie. Then she remembered what Devlin had said about trying to make the punishment fit the crime. She could always promise to reduce the girl's 'sentence' at the castle. As Devlin was so desperate to please Gianni, she was sure he would not raise any objections.

  When they finally got back to Stephanie's room after the long journey through the seemingly endless corridors of the castle, Stephanie poured the champagne she had ordered before she left into two glasses that stood by the wine cooler. She offered one to the girl.

  'Can I shower first? I'm filthy.'

  'Good idea. The bathroom's over there.'

  The girl disappeared into the bathroom but did not close the door after her. Stephanie heard the sound of the shower. She sipped at her champagne then walked into the bathroom. The blonde was standing with her face under the stream of water. As she saw Stephanie she turned around to face her, as if to show off her naked body - almost, again, as an act of defiance. Water ran down over her breasts, into her thick blonde pubic hair, then over her long thighs. Her body was as perfect as her face. Her breasts were not large but they were firm and round with dark puckered nipples. Her thighs were muscled, long and shapely with no excess fat, and then curved in at her crotch so that now, even as she stood with her legs together, there was a clear channel between them. Her buttocks were a natural extension of her long legs, not large and fleshy, but taut and pert, arching out in a sharp curve from the small of her back.

  Stephanie realised she was not looking objectively at this body. Her pulse had quickened with the excitement of desire. She thought of Venetia. She thought of her experience with Dolly.

  'What's your name?' The girl was wearing a name tag that read Linda.

  'We are not allowed...'

  'What you're not allowed to do doesn't seem to bother you much so far.'

  'Colette.'

  'And I'm Stephanie.'

  Colette stepped out of the shower and turned off the water. She seemed completely unembarrassed by her nakedness. Or was it something else? Was she using her nakedness to try to provoke a reaction in Stephanie? A sexual reaction? Towelling herself dry, Colette sat on the loo. Stephanie heard her pee.

  'Come out on the terrace when you've finished,' she said.

  Stephanie carried the champagne glasses out on to the terrace. The air was pleasantly cool in the lengthening shade and the view of the lake as the sun hung low in the sky was, yet again, miraculous. Gianni had undoubtedly cast a shadow over the weekend but Stephanie was determined not to let him spoil everything. If she could persuade Colette to cooperate she could relieve Devlin's obvious preoccupation with making Gianni happy. Devlin, for whatever reason, was more worried than he was saying, of that Stephanie was certain, and his anxiety centred on Gianni. Whatever the contract Gianni was here to sign, it was clearly terribly important to Devlin.

  Colette stepped out on to the terrace, a short towel wrapped around her breasts, covering her down to the top of her thighs and leaving her long legs exposed. Stephanie glimpsed the thick mat of pubic hair, now dry and fluffy. Colette came over to the table and picked up her glass of champagne, drinking it thirstily. She put out her hand and stroked the side of Stephanie's black hair.

  'If you want to fuck me it's not a problem, darling,' she said, looking straight into Stephanie's eyes. 'You only have to say the word.'

  The excitement Stephanie had felt in the bathroom returned. She would have loved to take this magnificent creature to her bed and lose herself in her body as she had done with Venetia's back in London. But, she quickly reminded herself, at the moment there were other priorities.

  'Sit down.'

  'Is that an order, madam?' Colette said mockingly, sitting down nevertheless. Stephanie sat beside her at the table.

  'How long have you been here?'

  'Two weeks.'

  'What did you do?'

  'You know that, don't you?'

  'You worked for Devlin?'

  'Indirectly. I worked for one of the companies he owns.'

  'Doing what?'

  'Import-export.'

  'And you got caught with your hand in the till?'

  'Yes.'

  'Tell me more. I'm interested.'

  Colette told her story in level unemotional tones, seemingly showing no remorse for her act but only regret at having been caught. Several of the customers of the import side of the business in England had wanted preferential treatment on a particular line of goods that were selling like hot cakes and were in short supply. Colette diverted the goods that did reach England to these customers, who were able to make a handsome profit by selling them off at higher prices, instead of sharing them equally to all. In return she received a large kickback. Unfortunately, the other customers of the company were very unhappy at what was going on. Some of them had been supplied by Devlin's firm for many years and could not understand why they were being treated so badly. It did not take long for their complaints to prompt an investigation by an expert in company security who easily discovered Colette's involvement.

  'I was told to report to an office in Mayfair,' Colette continued, taking another sip of champagne. 'I had no idea why. I had no idea who Devlin was. He told me that I had been caught defrauding the company. He showed me the pro
of. They had it all - invoices, my bank statements, everything. He said it was a very serious offence and they would press for the maximum sentence, which was seven years.'

  'And?' Stephanie asked.

  'Devlin told me I had an alternative to his going straight to the police with all the evidence. He told me about this place. He told me that I was a very beautiful and desirable woman and that if I came to the castle as a...' she hesitated.

  'Slave?'

  'Yes. Well, if I did that the evidence would be destroyed and I'd be free.'

  'For how long?'

  'Twenty-six weeks.'

  Stephanie could not help a whistle of surprise. Devlin had said six months was the maximum. 'You must have cost him a lot of money.'

  'I did.' For the first time a smile crossed Colette's face.

  'So you agreed?'

  'Being here is better than prison, isn't it?'

  'You don't seem to remember that very often.'

  'I remember it when it counts.'

  'Well, I've got a proposition for you.'

  'You don't have to threaten me to get what you want.'

  'I'll get Devlin to let you leave in twenty weeks.'

  'In exchange for what? If you want to fuck me, just say so. I'll do a good job. I like it.'

  'That's not what I want.' Well, not at the moment, Stephanie thought.

  'Pity. You're very attractive. It would have been a pleasure.'

  'I want you to charm an Italian over dinner tonight. Really charm him. Make him want you.'

  'That's all?'

  'Just get him off my back.'

  'And let him have his wicked way with me?'

  'Let him do anything he wants with you.'

  'But he can have me in the cellars. Anyway he wants. Whether I like it or not. You know that.'

  'Shall we say he requires a more subtle approach. He wants to feel he's made a conquest.'

  'So I've got to pretend to be a free agent?'

  'Exactly.'

  'Fifteen weeks.'

  'Nineteen.'

  'Eighteen.'

  'All right. Eighteen.'

  'I'll need some clothes. And underwear. And make-up.'

  'I've got everything you need.'

  Colette suddenly reached out and touched Stephanie's shoulder.

  'How much time do we have?'

  'Enough.'

  'Could we go to bed first? You're so attractive, Stephanie. You turn me on. I haven't had a woman since I've been here. I think Devlin knows that's what I'm into. He's very clever about these things.' Her hand slipped down to Stephanie's breast and squeezed it gently. 'Don't tell me you don't want it. I could see by the way you looked at me in the bathroom.'

  'No...' Stephanie said with no conviction.

  'Yes...' Colette said strongly. 'Have you got a dildo? I love being fucked with a dildo. They go so deep. Really fill you up. Then I could lick you. I'm very good at that. I know just where to lick. Only a woman knows...'

  'Stop it.'

  Colette's hand was still working on Stephanie's breast. 'Why? If I touched you now you'd be wet, wouldn't you?'

  Colette's hand slipped into Stephanie's lap and started to pull up the material of her skirt inch by inch. 'I bet you're hot too.'

  Stephanie grasped her wrist.

  'If you're not wet I'll stop.' The hand was poised on Stephanie's knickers now. Colette's fingers probed down between her legs. 'You see,' she said. The knickers were hot and damp.

  'Don't,' Stephanie pleaded, but so softly Colette did not hear what she said.

  'You're so hot, so wet.' Colette was standing over her now, sawing her finger up and down the little white crotch of the knickers. 'I'm wet too.'

  She pulled the towel off her body. Her nipples were hard. She put her own hand down into the thick thatch of pubic hair and found the opening of her cunt.

  'You see? All for you,' she said, extracting a wet finger from between her legs and licking it hungrily.

  For the whole time on the island Stephanie had been the dominant one. Even last night, spreadeagled on the bed by the two men, she had known that she was in control of the situation. Now, as Colette took her hand and led her into the bedroom, she felt, for the first time, submissive. She wanted this beautiful woman to control her, to take her, to be in charge. She stood by the bed and let Colette unbutton her dress, making no attempt to help her or hinder her. She was completely passive, wanting only to surrender herself. She let Colette pull the dress off her body, unhook her bra and tug her knickers to the floor. She let her press her back on to the bed and suck voraciously at her nipples, biting them, hurting them even while her hand kneaded the firm flesh of the breast. She made no attempt to open her legs. Colette had to lever them apart as she moved her head down over Stephanie's flat stomach. When Stephanie's cunt was exposed Colette dipped her head down between Stephanie's legs and lapped at her cunt through the curly black hair as though she wanted to lick up all her juices. Stephanie lay there, making no attempt to reciprocate. She wanted to be used.

  Stephanie's first orgasm was muted, brought on by the gentle but insistent rhythm of Colette's tongue on her clitoris. For some reason she suppressed her moan of pleasure. The sensations felt remote, as if the ripples of pleasure were being felt by some other body not related to hers.

  She had no idea where Colette found the dildo. Perhaps all the castle bedrooms were equipped with such things. She neither knew nor cared. She knew only that she loved the feeling that it produced as the cold hard plastic was driven mercilessly into her cunt. The feeling of remoteness disappeared. Colette's gentleness was gone too. She was using the dildo like a man's cock, forcing it home to the hilt. Stephanie's second orgasm was stronger, harder, produced by the hard dildo ramming into her ceaselessly while Colette's finger wanked at her clitoris. The second orgasm belonged to her, the feelings intense and centred. But she did not want a third.

  'No more,' she said, closing her legs and making Colette pull the dildo away.

  Colette lay back on the bed and pushed the dildo, glistening with juices from Stephanie's cunt, deep into her own body. Using both her hands she pushed it as far up as it would go, arching her back off the bed, pointing herself at Stephanie so Stephanie could see every detail as the dildo plunged in and out. She writhed on the bed, squirming down on the hard plastic to get it just where she instinctively wanted it. Freeing one hand she pinched viciously at her own nipple, then wanked her clitoris. Her orgasm started to overwhelm her, spreading out from the top of her cunt through her body to her nipples and clitoris until it rocked every nerve she possessed. But more than any feelings the dildo produced it was, Colette knew, the look in Stephanie's eyes as she watched, riveted, Colette's masturbation that made her climax explode.

  They decided on the red dress. It was strapless, tight and short, clinging to every inch of Colette's body, showing off her faultless figure and long legs, the red a perfect complement to Colette's blonde hair. It had taken them some time to decide on this dress from the selection they had found in the wardrobes of the bedroom next to Stephanie's. How many thousands of pounds worth of designer dresses, most admittedly evening dresses, hung in these wardrobes Stephanie dared not imagine. She had not been able to resist the temptation to try one or two for herself.

  For a while the two women had been like young children let loose in a toy shop. Parading in front of mirrors in one exotic haute couture creation after another, matching shoes, and little evening bags, which they had also discovered in large numbers. But in the end Stephanie had not changed her mind about what she was going to wear - the dark blue dress Devlin had provided in London - and the tight red dress was definitely the most alluring for Colette. It presented a problem however. The material was too tight and clinging to wear anything underneath it. Even the briefest G-string would show. And stockings and suspenders were definitely out. Colette was quite happy to wear nothing but Stephanie insisted she would not look her best without something on her legs. Tights seemed the only a
nswer and not a very satisfactory one. There was something distinctly work-a-day and unappealing about tights, Stephanie knew, however shiny and sheer they were.

  It was Colette who discovered the solution. In one of the drawers of the wardrobes, as packed with designer underwear as the hanging rails were with dresses, she found packs of crotchless tights. They were very sheer and fine with a superb, almost shimmering lustre, but around the area between the legs a carefully seamed oval shape had been removed, leaving the whole crotch exposed. Colette had quickly tried them on and Stephanie had to admit they were surprisingly sexy. Somehow the fact that so much of the leg and backside was covered in silky sheer nylon made the crotch itself seem more exposed and available.

  With the red dress on, its skirt covering no more than a few inches of Colette's long thighs, these tights could not help but offer tantalising glimpses of what lay naked underneath, as tantalising, Stephanie hoped sincerely, as the tautly suspended black stockings that her skirt would undoubtedly and occasionally reveal.

  Back in her own room, leaving Colette to apply the finishing touches to her make-up, Stephanie fastened the dark blue suspender belt around her slim waist and sat on the bed to pull the black stockings on. Pointing her toe she watched the material sheath her flesh, like a thick liquid painted on from between her hands. She clipped the suspenders into the welt of the stockings back and front and adjusted the straps so the stockings were held taut, pulling the nylon into little triangles on the smooth skin of her thigh. She stepped into the matching silk teddy, pulling its thin spaghetti straps over her shoulders and clipping together the three studs down between legs that held the silk of the crotch in place.

  She sat at the dressing table and went to work on her make-up and hair. Looking at Colette in the red dress and tights she couldn't imagine that Gianni would be less than enthralled. Or was she being too optimistic? She could have quite easily thrown Colette on to a bed herself and continued where they had just left off. Surely Gianni would feel the same? She did not apply her make-up as heavily as she had the night before.

  Her experience with Colette, and with Dolly this morning, she thought, as she applied her eye-liner with a steady hand, did not alarm her in the least. She had no feeling that she was beginning to want women more than men. Before she had met Venetia, Martin had arranged, at her own explicit request, her first experience with a woman. It had excited her. It had thrilled her. But it had been part of a ménage à trois. The experience with Venetia had been different. They had been alone, one on one. She had realised then that a woman was capable of giving her as much sexual pleasure as a man. It was a different pleasure, of course, and in the end not as satisfying, but an enormous pleasure nevertheless. What Colette had confirmed this afternoon, especially the desire and excitement she had felt at seeing Colette's magnificent body in the bathroom, and like the desire she had felt for Dolly, was that women were not just a passing phase in her sexuality. They were, and would be, a permanent feature.