by River Belle
I held the beautiful crystal glass in my hand, and then raised it to my lips. Before I drank the red liquid, I could smell it, so sweet and almost sensual, a smell that aroused my senses and filled me with a desperate thirst. I was determined to sip my drink sensibly, not to make a fool of myself in front of this incredible woman, but as soon as the liquid touched my lips, I couldn’t help but swallow great gulps of it, lapping up this sweet liquid, sweeter than anything I’d ever tasted, until every last drop was down my throat.
‘Did you like that?’ asked Madame Perdita, watching me with a strange half-smile.
‘It was delicious,’ I said, wiping my dewy lips on the back of my hand. ‘What was it?’
‘It’s the drink my family have made their wealth from,’ she said mysteriously. ‘A secret recipe.’
She stood up, and moved around to the front of the desk. Seeing her standing up, I couldn’t believe how tall she was, towering over me. She leaned on the edge of the desk, just inches away from me, and took my empty glass, placing it carefully beside her. As she took the glass from my hand, her finger had brushed against me, just for a moment, but it caused my heartbeat to race; I felt flushed and dizzy.
What is wrong with me? I thought. I’ m not attracted to this woman, am I? I can’t be attracted to my boss. I mean, sure, I’m attracted to her power, to her enormous wealth, her gigantic house. But I’m not attracted to her.
‘You look like you’re burning up,’ said Madame Perdita, and I became aware of the small droplets of sweat that were collecting on my forehead. She was right. I had a fever. ‘Let me help you,’ she said.
She reached towards me and took off my jacket, then I felt her fingers swiftly undoing the top buttons of my shirt. ‘How’s that?’ she said. ‘Is that better?’
I was still burning up. The heat was raging inside me. It was as if my blood had turned to flames. ‘More,’ I murmured. ‘I need to take off more.’
Madame Perdita undid the rest of my buttons and lifted the shirt back off my shoulders, peeling it off my clammy skin, and everywhere her hands touched me I felt a boiling hot tingle of something that could only be described as a mixture of pain and pleasure.
‘Please…’ I muttered. ‘Help me.’
She lifted me up off the chair, easily with her strong arms, and laid me down on the floor, then slowly, gently, she took off my skirt. ‘Thank you,’ I said weakly, but I still felt terrible.
I clawed at my bra and panties, trying to take them off too. It was as if they were burning my skin. Madame Perdita kindly helped me take them off as well. My pussy felt like it was on fire. ‘Help me,’ I mumbled, ‘Help me.’
Madame Perdita knelt down over me, looking carefully between my legs. ‘This will help ease the pressure,’ she said confidently.
Suddenly I felt her long, slender fingers, brushing against my pussy lips. Her fingers were ice cold, and immediately soothed the burning sensation.
Suddenly, I realized how wet my pussy was as she touched me… Would she realize how turned on I was? I felt confused, like something was happening that shouldn’t be… but what was it?
One hand still stroking my pussy, Madame Perdita took a crisp white handkerchief out of her pocket with her free hand, and mopped my brow with it. That helped. Then she ran the handkerchief over my neck and throat, and down to my chest.
The silken handkerchief felt amazing on my breasts, so soft and cool smooth, running over my burning skin. It made my skin feel smoother, somehow, as it wiped away the droplets of sweat. When it ran over my nipples, I shuddered, feeling my nipples grow and harden, then grow some more. It was like I was swelling up with pleasure.
She ran the handkerchief down to my stomach, and then stroked the material over my pussy. She rubbed the silk over the tip of my clit, making me shake with pleasure, like my insides were becoming liquid, somehow, and then she let the handkerchief flutter down onto my skin. She wiped her hands on another handkerchief she had in her pocket, and then stood up. Kneeling over me, she said. ‘That’s it. We’re getting there.’
Her gaze was fixed upon my chest, and I looked down at myself.
What the fuck?
What had happened to my chest? It was… growing. Even weirder, my nipples were swollen, puffing out like they’d just been smacked, and they seemed to be growing too.
CHAPTER SIX
‘What’s happening to me?’ I shrieked.
‘Shh, shhh,’ hushed Madame Perdita. ‘No need to worry. You’re in safe hands.’
She reached down and touched one of my swollen nipples, and I felt it puff up in her hands. ‘That’s right,’ she said. ‘Good girl.’
‘What?’ I murmured, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with exhaustion. ‘What did you just say?’
Madame Perdita touched my other nipple, which swelled up again at her touch, and as she began to knead it, to squeeze it and roll it between her fingers, it swelled up even more. ‘I’ve never seen one swell up so quickly,’ she said. ‘My, my, I think you’re going to be quite exceptional.’
‘Please,’ I moaned, ‘tell me what’s going on.’
‘I’ll tell you when you’re stronger,’ she said. ‘Right now you need rest.’ She stroked my skin and hushed me like a mommy would hush her little girl, and I felt myself begin to drift off, tingling under the touch of her hands, feeling waves of pleasure begin to replace the burning heat.
As I looked up at her, I saw her grinning at me, and couldn’t help but notice how red her lips were, and the sharpness and whiteness of her teeth. I would have thought about it more, but before I knew it, I was fast, fast asleep, in the deepest sleep I’d ever fallen into.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I woke up under red satin sheets, with a desperate thirst, but feeling tired and languid, too tired to get up and look for water immediately. For a few moments, I just lay there, enjoying feeling the satin sheets sliding over my body, this way and that. I couldn’t believe what a strange dream I’d had, and felt embarrassed that I must’ve signed the contract and then just passed out in front of my new employer. Still, at least she’d been decent and put me to bed.
I’d have to work extra hard to impress her today, though.
I rolled over onto my back and noticed how strange my body felt. How long and muscular my legs were. How swollen my chest was. The satin sheets began to rub against my tender chest, making it feel as though electricity was traveling through me.
What was going on? I lifted up the covers.
Oh my god.
My breasts! They were huge. I was a 32A before - my breasts were barely there at all. Not I must have been a… what… double G? H? I?!
They shone bright as the sunlight fell onto them, bulbous and pale white, succulent and huge. I touched one, barely able to believe they belonged to me. Fuck! That felt good.
These white mounds were so sensitive. I ran my finger around the nipple in a circle, shivering with pleasure, then I took the nipple between my thumb and forefinger and squeezed slightly. Jesus! The nipple stood to attention, big and pink and proud, and my whole breast seemed to swell up with it.
I cupped my breast in my hand - it was so big I couldn’t fit it all in my palm, but what I’d managed to take of it I began to press down on, to move it around under pressure, learning what felt good. Oh shit, fucking everything felt good. And the better I felt, the more turned on I got, and the more my breasts seemed to swell up between my fingers. I was huge. I’m talking porn-star big. Bigger than that.
I suddenly noticed that something at the top of my thighs felt wet. I hadn’t peed myself in the night, had I? Oh shit, that would be embarrassing, in my brand new bedroom, in my new boss’s spare four-poster bed.
Reluctantly, I took one of my hands away from my breast, still kneading with the other one, and I explored the wetness between my legs.
Fucking hell! My pussy! It was so wet, and so soft and sensitive.
I ran a finger over the lips, tingling with pleasure. Too turned on to feel angry, I began
to explore, running my finger up and down the lips, and then, tentatively, easing a finger into the slit, amazed by the wetness I felt inside. Between you and me - and this is embarrassing - but I’d had problems getting wet my whole life. I’d got wet when I was with Kate, my ex-girlfriend, after half an hour of careful foreplay, but… never like this. I was dripping with it.
I let the stickiness coat my fingers, pushing my finger further and further in, feeling the tightness of the muscles inside me, gripping on to the finger, sucking it further in. Then I introduced another finger, squirming on the satin sheets in delight at how good it felt, feeling my juices running down between my thighs, onto the sheets…
Suddenly I noticed a shadow in the corner of the room, rising out of its chair and moving over to me. ‘Well, well,’ said the shadowy figure. ‘This is quite, quite remarkable.’ It was Madame Perdita.
CHAPTER EIGHT
She was wearing a black shirt and tight, black skirt. I noticed that one hand covered her groin, and I wondered if she was wet too. Thinking about it made me shiver, and I let out an involuntary moan. My god, I realised now, I wanted to fuck this woman so badly.
‘I know what you want,’ said Madame Perdita coldly. ‘It’s to be expected. A reaction this rapid. You must be very, very horny, with a terrible thirst.’
‘Yes,’ I said, remembering how parched my throat was. ‘I’m very thirsty.’ But my thirst was the least of my worries right now.
I was squirming on the sheets, unable to take my fingers away from my pussy, unable to stop my fingers from kneading my breasts, growing bigger and bigger under my hands.
‘You’ll make them too big, if you’re not careful,’ Madame Perdita said. ‘It’s dangerous to play like that unless you know what you’re doing.’
She sat down on the bed beside me and pulled something out of her pocket. I saw it glint, then, before I could register what was happening, my arm had been hoisted up over my head, and Madame Perdita had chained it to the bedpost behind me.
‘There we go,’ she said. ‘That’ll stop you doing any more damage.’
She reached down to the hand at my pussy, took it firmly in hers, and then attached another cuff to that one. ‘And we’ll put this hand out of harm’s way too, shall we?’ she said. ‘Can’t have you losing all your moisture through that…’ she licked her lips, ‘pretty pink slit of yours.’
She hoisted that arm over my head too, and chained the second cuff to the bedpost.
‘Good,’ she said. ‘Now I suppose you’ll be wanting a drink.’
She stood up, and began taking off her shirt in front of me, folding her shirt before laying it neatly beside the bed. ‘Don’t want my things getting messy,’ he said. ‘I need to keep myself smart for the next one.’
Standing there beside me, her taut stomach shone in the sunlight. Her bra, made of bright red satin, gleamed tantalizingly. Her breasts were full and round. Though not as big as mine were now, they were perfectly pert and exquisite.
‘What have you done to me?’ I asked. ‘Whatever it is, I didn’t agree to this.’
She undid her bra, and looked at me firmly. ‘Oh, but you did, darling,’ she said. ‘It was all there in the small print.’
I was about to shout out at her, to tell her how angry I was, but then he took off her bra and I saw the most gorgeous pair of breasts of my life: round and pale, with sharp, pointed nipples. But most amazing of all - and I know is going to sound crazy - her nipples were bright red. The effect of such astonishingly crimson nipples was startling. They made my mouth water and my pussy get wetter still. I ached to touch myself, but couldn’t do a thing with my arms cuffed behind my head.
Madame Perdita stood over the bed, stroking her incredible breasts, and then she knelt on the sheets, over me on all fours. ‘Such a beautiful, beautiful creature,’ she said, stroking my long, thick blonde hair, running her cold, slender fingers over my mouth, poking them between my lips. ‘The most incredible assistant I have ever taken on.’ I felt her nipples graze my new, enormous breasts, and moaned in desperation.
‘I suppose you want me to fuck you,’ she said, with a grin that showed her long, white teeth. ‘I suppose you want your boss to fuck you.’
I nodded weakly. ‘Please…’ I said again, feeling like all I ever did was beg this woman.
‘The trouble is,’ she said, in a strange voice. ‘It would kill you. You’re too dehydrated. You can’t afford to lose any more water from that precious little pussy of yours.’
She began stroking her breasts in big, hard upward strokes, holding herself like I was desperate for her to hold me. ‘You need a nice big drink before we can do any of that stuff. A cool, refreshing drink.’
She moved up the bed, so that she was kneeling over my breasts now, and she let herself drop slightly, so that she was pushing her weight onto me. The pressure of her body on my tender swellings made me gasp; it hurt, but it felt good. She pushed down further, crushing my enormous breasts down into me. I panted. ‘I’ll give you a drink then, darling,’ she said, and lowered one of her perfect, red nipples to my lips.
She grabbed my mouth and opened it wide, and before I had the chance to protest or even move my head, I felt my lips clamping down on her and a sweet, clear liquid flowing out of her breasts and down my throat.
‘Drink up,’ she said, grinning, and licking her lips. ‘That’s it.’
The liquid tasted delicious. I sucked it all up, drinking every last drop.
She was right; I did feel more refreshed now. I could’ve drunk twice as much though, or more.
‘Good girl,’ she said. ‘Maybe, tomorrow, you’ll be strong enough for a little more.’
Leaving me chained to the bed, writhing on the sheets with wetness between my legs, she picked up her neat pile of clothes, and left the room.
I noticed a little liquid had dripped down my chin and onto my chest, and when I looked down, I saw that the liquid she’d fed me was a bright, clear red.
CHAPTER NINE
For the next four mornings, Madame Perdita came to my room, quenching my thirst with a sweet, red, ice-cold drink, and then, just as quickly as she came, she’d leave.
On the fifth morning, I lay in my now sweat and pee-covered sheets, my pussy hot and still desperate to be stroked and licked, and I couldn’t take it any more. I needed to be fucked.
I pulled on the handcuffs behind my head, wriggling my wrists, trying to escape from the silver metal encircling me, but the more I pulled, the more the metal cut into my wrists, wearing away at the skin and making my wrists red-raw.
What did this woman think she was doing, keeping me tied up like this? I was barely able to accept the fact she’d made me into this shape - the shape of a pumped-up porn star - I wouldn’t have been able to accept it at all, if not for the fact he’d made me so very beautiful - the most gorgeous creature I’d ever seen, with the fullest, most buxom breasts, and the tightest, sweetest, moistest little pussy, with long slim legs and beautiful hair cascading down my back… I felt like the woman I’d always secretly wanted to be.
A woman built for sex.
But tying me up like this, and calling me her assistant - how exactly was I assisting her with anything?
As I was scowling, and wriggling around trying to free myself of the handcuffs, the door opened and in she walked. ‘You’re late,’ I said scornfully, realising I was more upset about not having been given my morning drink than I was about being kept captive against my will.
‘I had a new arrival,’ she said, and I wondered how many of the enormous rooms in this mansion were kept with women like me. I noticed that there was a little more color in her cheeks today than I’d seen before. A gentle blush, showing signs of the blood just beneath the surface of her skin.
She sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked my cheek, making me shiver. ‘I think you’re strong enough now,’ she said, with a glint in her eyes, and then stood up again. ‘Amy!’ she called into the hallway, and Amy came running in.
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‘Yes, Master?’
‘Prepare her,’ she ordered, and then walked out.
Amy looked at me and smiled. ‘Looks like today’s your big day, then,’ she said, and went into the bathroom adjoined to my room.
‘What do you mean? What big day?’ I called after her.
‘You get to fulfil your role today,’ she said, filling a bowl with water from the hot tap.
‘Fulfil it? How do I do that?’
She walked in, carrying a sponge and the bowl, and sat on the edge of the bed. ‘You’ll see,’ she said, quietly. ‘All I’m saying is you’re one of the lucky ones. She’s chosen you.’
‘Chosen me?’
Amy dipped the sponge in the warm soapy water, and then lifted it out and squeezed out some warm water onto my stomach. The soapy water smelt of violets.
‘You’re a work of art, sweetheart,’ she said, and I noted a hint of sadness in her voice. Was she sad because she hadn’t been one of the ‘chosen ones’, maybe? It was difficult to tell.
The warm, sweet, violet-scented water soothed my skin, and I couldn’t help watching Amy’s beautiful breasts, poking out of her top as she washed me. She was so pretty, and yet, I knew, I was even better-looking than her. I felt weird admitting it to myself, but I knew why Madame Perdita liked me so much. I knew I was special.
Amy sponged my stomach, my legs, my neck, my breasts and nipples, and then, finally, she placed the sponge on my soft pink pussy. She dabbed it gently over the sensitive lips, cleaning me thoroughly and carefully, making my slit tingle with delight.
‘Amy,’ I begged, ‘keep the sponge there a little longer.’
Amy looked up at me and smiled sympathetically, knowing this was the first thing to have touched my delicate, desperate little slit in days, and just how much I wanted to be fucked.
‘Okay,’ she said, and rubbed the sponge up and down each fragile fold, moving it in tiny circles around my clit, making me moan, and my heart race with desire. Seeing how much I was enjoying myself, Amy rubbed me harder and harder, pushing the tip of the sponge into my soft, moist hole, and then, just as I began gasping in great lungfuls of air, she took away the sponge, and squeezed the excess moisture in the bowl. ‘That’ll do,’ she said.