Sapphic Secrets

by Kyoko Church

  ‘Yes,’ Lillianne squeaked, as the low vibrations continued to keep her climax just out of reach. ‘But …’ She faltered and the doctor leapt onto her hesitation.

  ‘But what? Tell me!’ he commanded, stroking his cock a little faster.

  And in words so timid, so tiny, both the doctor and the kitchen maid had to strain to hear, Lillianne admitted the most shameful thing.

  ‘I like you drawing it out slowly,’ she whispered. Then added, ‘More.’ The last word was so faint it was barely audible. Lilly felt swept up in a strange sea of shame and guilty pleasure as she finally acknowledged the reality not only to the doctor, but to herself. ‘Oh God!’ she cried. ‘And … And I want you to do it again now!’

  So as Celeste looked on, Dr Phillip Samms worked the controls of his invention to drive Lillianne to the slowest, most torturous paroxysm he’d ever forced her to endure. Over and over again he stopped when Lilly moved too much or cried out too loudly. ‘You will control yourself, Lillianne,’ he commanded gruffly, ‘and not gyrate like a wanton slut.’

  Finally, she managed to force her body to stay completely still and rigid, her legs spread open wide, the post vibrating ever so slightly at the very tip of her clitoris that strained right beneath the thin, wet material of her drawers.

  ‘Ah, ah, ah, ah!’ Lilly couldn’t help but let out a serious of strangled little cries as the faint vibrations took her so unsteadily to her paroxysm. As she remained there with the light buzzing at her sensitive nub, her desire was finally tipped over the edge. ‘Ungh! Agh! Ahh!’ she screamed, her head thrown back, her body contorting in violent and completely uncontrollable contractions that pressed her more firmly against the post, thereby ringing out the spasms even further. ‘Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhh!’

  Suddenly everything happened fast. The doctor ripped the bindings off her and pulled her out of the chair. He forced her still-quaking body over to the lab table where Celeste lay, naked beneath her skirts that were thrown up, rubbing herself, no doubt spurred on by the sight of the object of her lust climaxing on the doctor’s chair. ‘Now you will show me what you did,’ the doctor snarled as he forced Lilly’s head where Celeste’s fingers worked. Lilly, mad with salacious desire, eagerly grabbed the maid’s thighs and hungrily lapped at her quim. Celeste sighed out loudly, then Lilly screamed when she felt the doctor behind where she stood, ripping her undergarments from her legs. The scream turned to an ecstatic, ‘God, yes!’ when he thrust his turgid member inside her. He pumped into her fast and rough as Lilly reached between her own legs and pushed her hand down onto her tormented clitoris. Immediately, an orgasm ripped through her, hard and fast and intense, causing her to cry out and then suck and lick with renewed vigour at Celeste’s pussy before her. She heard both Celeste’s and the doctor’s ecstatic screams as one climaxed into her mouth and the other into her cunt.

  So lost in carnal bliss were the three occupants of the Draper Estate makeshift laboratory that they didn’t notice the man of the house had come in and was watching the entire scene, aghast.

  All hell broke loose.

  Ewan, his eyes crazed with incredulous rage, grabbed Phillip’s shoulder, reeled him around, and delivered one hard punch to his chin. It landed squarely with a sharp smack and Phillip crumpled to the floor.

  ‘Oh God, Ewan!’ Lillianne cried. How much of her depravity had he witnessed?

  But to her shock and immense relief, Ewan rushed to her side, threw a blanket around her, and hugged her in close. ‘My Lilly,’ he said. ‘I’m so sorry! I promise I’ll never summon Phillip again. He has poisoned my mind, but I see now! How have I been so blind? I see it is all his doing. Oh, what has he driven you to do?’

  Lilly could only cry into her husband’s strong, wide shoulder, huge sobs of relief at his placations but also fear. Oh, she thought, he cannot know my complicity!

  But then Celeste spoke up.

  ‘Madame!’ she cried. ‘Lillianne, tell him.’ She rose and straightened her skirts. ‘He must know. Tell him you are leaving with me!’

  ‘Celeste, no,’ Lilly whispered, her voice hoarse from crying and the exertions of the past hour.

  ‘Lilly is leaving you, monsieur,’ Celeste said, rising up to her full height. ‘We are going together.’

  ‘Lillianne, what is the meaning of this?’ Ewan said. On the floor, Phillip began to move slowly, to rub his jaw.

  ‘No, no!’ Lilly protested, pushing her voice a little louder. ‘I’m not leaving,’ she said to Ewan. Then, turning to Celeste, she grabbed her hand. ‘Celeste, I’m sorry. You are my dear, dear friend. But my place is here, with my husband. I love Ewan.’

  All of the darkness that Lilly ever saw pass through Celeste’s eyes gathered now as her words pierced into her. There was a long silence. ‘I see,’ Celeste said finally, stepping away and pulling her hand from Lilly’s grasp.

  ‘Celeste, I’m sorry, please –’

  ‘No, no, je comprends bien, madame. No need to explain,’ she said, suddenly quiet, contemplative. ‘You have a very comfortable life here. It would be difficult to leave such luxury.’ Celeste smiled then, but the look in her eyes chilled Lilly all the way down to the pit of her stomach. ‘Just because you admitted that you preferred me as a lover to your husband –’ she stared directly at Ewan who was agape ‘– one would have to be a fool to give up a life of ease and lavish comfort for simple pleasures of the flesh. Even someone as wanton and driven by such desires as yourself.’

  ‘Celeste!’ Lilly gasped.

  ‘You dare deny it?’ Celeste said. A fire ignited in her eyes; the anger at being spurned morphed her face into a mask of someone Lilly suddenly barely recognised. She still smiled, but it was a horrible smile, mean and spiteful. ‘Ah, now that your husband is in the room you sing a different tune than the one sung when we were only two and my head was between your legs.’

  Lilly couldn’t speak. She could scarcely believe what she was hearing from the woman she thought was her closest friend. But Celeste wasn’t done.

  ‘I just want you to know one thing, Lillianne Draper.’ She stared at Lillianne with eyes that could have shot daggers. ‘Your philandering husband attempted to bed me long before you ever arrived at this godforsaken house. I just wasn’t interested in any of his Neanderthal groping.’ Celeste strode to the door and turned. ‘So when you are feeling high and mighty, ordering around the servants in your husband’s employ when you have no better breeding, just remember this: the only difference between you and me, chère amie,’ she said, her voice snide and cutting, ‘is that you spread your legs for him and I didn’t. Which makes you –’ her words took on a steely edge

  ‘ –little more than a whore.’

  ‘Oh my God, Celeste,’ Lilly whispered, her eyes filled with tears, an intense burning in her throat.

  Phillip had roused himself by this point and sat on the floor, rubbing his jaw.

  ‘She is all yours, monsieur,’ Celeste said, staring down at Phillip. ‘No need to battle me for position here any longer.’ Lilly let out another strangled cry at this final assault. It was true! They were conspiring! Celeste tossed one last fiery look at Ewan, then Lillianne, and walked out.

  Lilly watched Celeste go in disbelief. Then, as the full weight of the pain of her words hit her, she crumpled back down on the bed feeling as if she’d been dealt a blow to the gut.

  ‘Oh God!’ she cried, sobbing uncontrollably now. How could she say such things? Her friend! And with such venom, like she’d been saving it up, waiting for the precise moment to spew it out. Slowly it dawned on her what those shadows she’d always seen lurking at the edge of Celeste’s gaze were: jealousy.

  ‘Lillianne.’ She looked up. Ewan came and sat down on the edge of the bed beside her. ‘I left work to come and tell you I plan to make this madness with Phillip stop.’ He took a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed at her eyes. ‘I know his treatment of you perhaps led you to do things that were – unnatural. But it’s over now.’

  Lilly stared a
t her husband. Then glanced over to where Phillip was slowly struggling to rise from the floor. Ewan was saying all the things that she’d longed for him to say almost since she first arrived at Draper Estate. And yet Celeste’s crushing words echoed through her mind.

  The only difference between you and me … was that you spread your legs for him … and I didn’t.

  She closed her eyes and fought against the mental image of her husband with her closest friend. She let go a final, enormous sob before looking at Ewan again. Which makes you little more than a … Was that all she was? A whore?

  ‘I want to go home,’ she whispered.

  ‘What?’ Ewan said. ‘Lilly, are you delirious? You are home.’

  ‘No,’ she murmured. ‘Back to the farm. I want to leave. I want to leave you.

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