by Lee Ash
The revelation of the studio had proved unexpectedly exciting and, after having to submit herself to Pearl, Rachel found her need was as demanding as any she had ever known. She had been loath to surrender herself to the slave trader but she couldn't deny that the submission had fuelled a dark, demanding heat. Thankful that she hadn't had to fully embarrass herself by letting Pearl know about that victory, she was now determined to vent the need that racked her body.
She glanced down at Helena, admiring the way the black leather strap cut into the pale flesh of one orb. Her breast already looked misshapen by the treatment but she felt sure the enormity of her current desire merited stronger attention than she was receiving. 'Tighter,' she hissed firmly. 'You can tie me much tighter than that. You know you can.'
Helena's forearms bulged with the exertion of trying to make the binding more secure and, when Rachel glanced down at her chest, she saw the maid had followed the instruction obediently. The leather straps cut deeper into the sensitive orbs and the flesh was made unsightly by the cruel binding. Her areolae stood dark and excited and her nipples were flushed with an excess of trapped blood. Every subtle movement against her piercings sent a spark of arousal flooding through her breasts and she sighed with a rush of anticipation. Feeling giddy with the nearness of her climax, sure that the orgasm wouldn't be that far away she met Helena's cautious enquiry and said, 'Now attach the clamps.'
Helena's indecision only lasted for an instant before she did as she was told. Taking a final glance at the closed door - assuring herself their indiscretion wouldn't be discovered, Rachel guessed - Helena eased open the jaws of one clamp and then placed it securely against Rachel's nipple.
The pain was exquisite. A searing bolt screamed through her chest and it hit so hard she wondered if she had pushed herself beyond her body's limits. Explosions of misty red burst behind her squeezed eyelids and she relished every torturous moment. 'Too much,' she wailed. 'Too, too much.' Slapping Helena's hand away as the maid went to release the clamp, Rachel hissed, 'Put the other one on.'
Whispering an apology, Helena obeyed.
Rachel twisted and writhed against the bed as her body acclimatised itself to the pain. The anguish was delicious, all consuming and wholly fulfilling, but it still took a moment to get her body used to the pain. Her nipples were a shock of raw anguish, as punishing as when Pearl had pulled on her chain in the studio, but this time brought about from her own instruction. Each breath was a rasp torn from somewhere between delirium and delight and she grabbed fistfuls of the bed linen to stop her hands from trying to claw the torment away from her breasts.
'Is that all right, mistress? It isn't too much, is it?'
'Much too much,' Rachel gasped. 'I don't want it to ever stop.' She glared at the servant through a mist of impending arousal. Shivering against the bed she tried to remain focused as she whispered, 'Undress, and then...'
She stopped herself from completing the sentence, appalled by what she had been about to say. 'Undress and then pleasure me,' she managed eventually. 'That's what I want you to do.' She had intended saying "Undress and then eat my cunt," but she couldn't bring herself to give the same instruction that Pearl had used on her. It was disquieting to think that she and the slave trader could be alike on any level and she refused to brood on their similarities. Wilfully shutting the master's betrothed from her thoughts she watched Helena start to slip the uniform from her body and repeated the most important part of her command. 'Pleasure me,' Rachel said softly.
Helena stepped out of her maid's uniform, folding the skirt and blouse neatly before placing them on the bedside cabinet. She retained her stockings and heels and, while Rachel thought the lingerie looked vulgar and commonplace on some of the master's staff, she couldn't help but think the fishnets added to Helena's appeal. The broad black bands of the stocking tops bit tight around the meaty flesh of Helena's thighs. The cripplingly high heels accentuated the slender shapeliness of her legs. With a characteristic display of understated elegance, she joined Rachel on the bed, lowered her face between her mistress's thighs, and began to lick.
Rachel groaned.
The sensation of Helena's warm tongue gliding gently against her pussy was the exact balm she had needed. Ripples of pleasure shivered from her sex and it was easier to distance herself from the shame and upset that had marked her return to the master's estate. As her clitoris was deftly teased by Helena's lips the first promise of release trembled through her and she revelled in budding joy. Trying to coax the orgasm closer, not wanting to rush but eager for satisfaction, Rachel grabbed the length of chain that lay against her stomach and tugged gently.
The pressure of the clamps was wrought afresh and the demanding pulse of her clitoris beat harder in protest. The swell of an orgasm crested between her legs and she tried to relax and let the pleasure flow.
Helena shifted position so she could bury her face closer.
Glancing serenely down at the servant, noticing that she held her legs further apart than was normal, Rachel remembered Helena had suffered Pearl's wicked modifications. She tried to brush the image from her mind, not wanting her pleasure tarnished by the slave trader's involvement. But she realised she was denying herself an opportunity that had preyed on her thoughts for more than a week.
Ever since Rachel had first seen Pearl's slaves, all the time she had been at Master Bernard's albergo, the memory of the engorged pussy lips had lingered in her mind's eye. The idea of tasting them, touching and experiencing them, had never been far from her thoughts. And, although she had been able to nuzzle on one of the strawberry blonde slaves during a tournament, she had longed for the chance to satisfy her curiosity in the sanctuary of her own quarters. Snapping her fingers for Helena's attention, barking instructions through a haze of encroaching climax, she demanded that the servant turn around and place her body over hers while she continued licking.
Obedient as ever, Helena complied.
Her pussy was the same explosion of too much pink flesh that Rachel had seen on all Pearl's previous subjects. There was so much swollen skin it was impossible to work out what she was looking at but that didn't stop Rachel from thinking it was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. When Helena resumed her licking, tracing her tongue against Rachel's sex and teasing between the febrile lips, Rachel didn't register the same rush of pleasure she had experienced before. Mesmerised by the intoxicating sight of Helena's divine pussy, she hungrily anticipated having the servant.
Helena shifted position slightly, lowering her body so she could push her mouth closer to Rachel's hole. The overblown sex lips hovered enticingly close to Rachel's face and her excitement heightened. She despised the chore of going down on other women - hated doing it for domineering bitches like Pearl, and had never lowered herself to kiss her maid's sex - but she was sorely tempted to chase her tongue against this one. The scent of arousal was a sweet, inviting fragrance and, unable to resist the impulse, she pushed her face forward and licked at the swollen flesh.
Helena caught her breath, then sighed.
Rachel could have happily mimicked the sound, struck by the rich flavour of musk and excitement. Anxious to enjoy the taste again, and eager to feel the pulsing flesh against her mouth, she licked for a second time. The servant's sex tasted incredible and delectable. 'The bitch has made you look beautiful,' she conceded grudgingly.
Helena glanced back over her shoulder, beaming jubilantly.
'Does it hurt as bad as she claimed?' Rachel asked. She teased a finger against the throbbing skin, allowing the tip to glide against the wet surface before threatening to slip inside. The servant stiffened and shivered as though she was caught on the verge of a climax, and Rachel was surprised by her responsiveness. She could hear Helena's breathing deepen and saw the massive effort the servant made when she tried to answer.
'It's made me extremely sensitive,' Helena whispered. She swallowed twice before finding the energy to continue. 'There's so much pleasure that sometimes it f
eel likes pain. But I'm not complaining. It's heightened my response to every sensation.'
Enviously, Rachel pushed her face closer to Helena's pussy. She slipped her tongue against the skin, marvelling at the way it felt so polished and delicious against her mouth. Placing her lips over the servant's clitoris she wasn't surprised to feel her shiver. When she placed a more passionate kiss against the throbbing bead of flesh, Helena trembled dramatically. She lowered her body, as if the strength had been sapped from her, and the tips of her breasts caught Rachel's chain.
They gasped in unison.
Rachel barely noticed the servant's arousal, stung by her own excitement. When Helena's breasts jostled Rachel's chain again the movement was enough to spark a rush of discomfort from her clitoris. She was struck by how severe the sensation would be if Pearl ever subjected her to the process and she tried not to let herself dwell on the concept.
The thought was sickly exciting and, when Helena's stomach brushed Rachel's breasts, the stimulation was almost too much. The binding had become unbearably tight, the trapped blood making her nipples throb and pulse inside the clamps. Imagining her current anguish magnified to the degree that Pearl had threatened, Rachel threw herself back on the bed and groaned in ecstasy.
Helena tongued her cleft, burying her nose into Rachel's wetness. She caught the chain in one hand, slyly sliding the links through the piercings, and Rachel was buffeted by shock after shock as the cruel metal rings battered her towards a climax. She started to protest, wanting to tell the servant she was rushing things and taking it all too fast, but Helena wasn't in the right position to see her hesitation.
Using all her skills, she took Rachel to the brink of orgasm and then pushed her easily past that peak. The last image that stayed in Rachel's mind was the mesmerising sight of Helena's divine pussy lips hovering inches from her mouth. The scent of fresh musk, the warmth of swollen flesh and the sight of stretched pink skin stayed with her as her consciousness faded and the orgasm rendered her senseless.
She drifted back into awareness to find the servant had removed the clamps and the leather strap. Rachel guessed they had been returned to the space beneath the loose floorboard although she didn't know how Helena had been able to do so much without her noticing.
The servant had slipped back into her maid's outfit and she bustled around the bedroom, taking Rachel's ermine robe from the wardrobe and checking the perfumes at the dressing table. The rush of activity puzzled Rachel and, with the orgasm behind her, she could think clearly enough to ask the one question that had been disturbing her more than all the others. 'Why are you wearing a maid's uniform, Helena? And why have you been given a maid's chores? You're not a maid. You're my servant.'
Helena started guiltily. 'A lot happened while you were away. An awful lot.'
Rachel eased herself from the bed, her body still tingling with minor eruptions of pleasure, but nothing sufficient to distract her from getting answers. Frowning dourly she said, 'Everyone keeps telling me a lot happened but no one is giving me any details. Tell me the truth, Helena. What's been going on?'
'Some of the staff have gone,' Helena began. Her gaze refused to meet Rachel's eyes, and she busied herself with unimportant chores. 'We're all having to pitch in where necessary. I've been working as a maid for the past week because you were away and weren't here for me to serve.'
'Some of the staff have gone?' Rachel repeated. 'Do you mean they've left?'
'They've been sold,' Helena said reluctantly. Fixing Rachel with a meaningful glare she said, 'Pearl modified them and then convinced the master to sell them.' She studied the floor as she said, 'He did as she asked.'
'How many?'
'About half the staff. Maybe more.'
Rachel couldn't hide her fury. 'The sly little bitch. She'll sell all the master's stock before she's done.'
'You don't much care for Mistress Pearl, do you?' Helena observed.
Rachel sneered. 'I can understand why she wants us all to call her by that title. It must seem a lot more flattering than being known as the master's whore.'
Testing a sympathetic smile, looking as though she didn't like Rachel's dissidence but was unwilling to argue against it, Helena sat down beside Rachel on the bed. 'Is it because she embarrassed you in her studio? Is that why you don't like her?'
'I despised her before then,' Rachel sniffed indignantly. 'And she didn't embarrass me: she humiliated me.'
Helena said nothing.
Lost in her own furious thoughts, Rachel said, 'Not that I'm complaining about the humiliation she made me suffer. In a way I'm glad she did that. I'm glad she made me feel so inferior.'
Helena looked confused. 'You're glad? Really?'
'It's hardened my resolve,' Rachel explained. 'It's made me more determined to do whatever I must to get rid of her.'
'Get rid of her?' Helena gasped. 'How do you think you'll be able to do that?'
Rachel's tight smile gave away nothing. 'I'm reading the tarocco for the master tonight. I think an opportunity might present itself soon enough.'
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
'Dammit, bitch!' Rachel gasped. 'Stop asking stupid questions and do like I fucking told you! There isn't much time.' A bolt of lightning speared the sky outside the antechamber and she was briefly captured in the blue-white brilliance of its aftermath. The moment left her with a sensation of deja vu but Rachel didn't allow herself to be distracted by the feeling as she glared at the servant. 'I've given you an instruction,' she growled. 'Don't make me repeat myself.'
'I'm meant to be preparing you for the reading,' Helena wailed plaintively.
'I'm prepared,' Rachel countered. She was already dressed in her ermine robe and clutching the cumbersome deck of cards. Helena had bathed her in sweet-scented oils two hours earlier and there was nothing to do except wait for the master's summons to the chapel. Considering his guests had only just arrived, and they were still enjoying the pleasantries of an early supper, Rachel thought it would be a while before she was called to give her reading. 'There's only one more thing I need before I work on the fucking tarocco, and that's for you to discreetly introduce yourself to Master Bernard.'
Helena moaned softly and shook her head.
Speaking as though her servant hadn't made a refusal, Rachel continued. 'Explain that you're my servant...'
'No,' Helena whispered.
'...ask him if there's anything you can do for him...'
'No.'
'...and then mention that you'll be seeing me before the reading.'
'I can't,' Helena sobbed. 'Master Vince would crucify me. And Mistress Pearl would...'
Rachel scowled menacingly and took a step toward her. The chain, suspended from her breasts, swayed like a pendulum. The thick links clattered together like the warning from a rattlesnake. 'Do you think either of those two could hurt you worse than I can? Do you think either of them will have the long memory that I've got when it comes to continually, cruelly punishing you?' She smiled wickedly and said, 'Your pussy lips are hyper-sensitive now, aren't they? The pleasure can be unbearable, but how do you think the pain will feel? Should we find out?'
Helena cowered away from her. Her eyes were glassy with nearing tears but she finally looked to have overcome her reluctance to obey. 'I'll do it then,' she snapped bitterly. 'But I'm not happy about it.'
Rachel watched her flounce out of the antechamber, wondering why the servant thought she might care about her happiness. The concept seemed so absurd it was almost enough to make her laugh out loud. Putting the distraction aside, knowing the time for the master's reading was inching closer, she walked over to the battered dresser at the side of the room and tried to clear her thoughts.
Too many times Master Vince had told her that the tarocco could only be interpreted when her mind was free from every earthly distraction. He had proved this point repeatedly by making her read the cards when she was in such a frenzy her body was unable to differentiate between pleasure and pain. Rachel knew it wo
uld have been easier to recreate the necessary suffering if she hadn't sent Helena on her errand but it was important that she make some attempt to communicate with Master Bernard and she also thought her unofficial reading was probably best done while she was alone.
She studied her reflection in the mirror, not forgetting the enormity of what she was doing. Her bare breasts trembled with an extension of her nervousness and the tremors worked their way through to the perpetually stiff tips of her nipples. Musically, the links of her chain danced together.
Master Vince expressly forbade her from reading the tarocco unless he was present. It was a rule she tried to adhere to but, knowing the tools for divination were within her hands, Rachel simply couldn't ignore the opportunity to find out if her future still looked bleak.
Winding her fist around the twin chains that dangled from her breasts, she bent over the table, not allowing the restraints to pull taut and gritting her teeth, tried to brush all minutiae from her mind.