"What are you doing?" Lenore cried, trying to wriggle away. There was no way on earth this guy could be a real doctor. No fucking way!
Denali smiled. "We are going to test your response to sexual stimuli." She winked. "It'll be fun, trust me. The last thing James Acheson wants, or needs, is to marry a frigid woman! Let's show him that you will be a proper wife for him, okay? Just relax and let this feel good." Denali's words were each punctuated by rocking thrusts of Dr. Larson's fingers.
"She's lubricating nicely," Dr. Larson announced, after removing his glistening gloved fingers and holding his hand up triumphantly.
Denali ran a gloved finger of her other hand over Lenore's unprotected clit. "Well, that didn't take long, what a juicy little peach she is. She's swelling too. Poor needy little clit. James was right, this is where you need to be, right here with him! You need him – you need this life he will give you. Oh, Lenore, you're going to be so happy here, so free!"
Free? The word didn't really fit how she was feeling while she was strapped to a gynecologist's table being fingered by two complete strangers. Her head swam as Denali began to softly manipulate her clitoris in small teasing circles.
"Do you have vaginal orgasms during sex, or do you require clitoral stimulation?" Dr. Larson asked.
"I ... both," Lenore whispered hoarsely. It was a lie. She'd never had an orgasm during sex but that wasn't any of their business.
"That's good," Denali said. "It's so much better that way, it makes it easier."
"Easier?"
"No man wants to be with a woman who doesn't enjoy sex. It's much easier to please a man if you're able to enjoy the experience – even if it's with a man who's ... let's just say, less than skilled, or desirable ... not that James is either of those things but..."
"Enough!" Dr. Larson said. "I would like to feel the strength of her vaginal muscles as she achieves orgasm. Let's try for at least a few different types so I can test if there is any variation in the muscle contractions. Clitoral first, later we can move on to vaginal if James would like."
"Digitally?" Denali asked.
Dr. Larson smiled and pressed his gloved fingers against Denali's lips. Her tongue slipped out and swiped over the fingertips of his glove licking the shimmering moisture clean from the latex.
"Yes, Denali," he said huskily. "We'll start with digitally."
Denali pouted down at Lenore. "You taste so sweet, little girl. James is going to eat you up, a rare treat you will be indeed!"
Lenore felt Denali spreading her folds of flesh, and both Denali and the doctor were staring between her legs. Denali's finger began to softly wiggle her clit, back and forth, side to side, as Dr. Larson slipped two fingers back inside of Lenore's pussy. Lenore squirmed helplessly on the table, hovering between ecstasy and humiliation as Denali's finger swirled her clit.
Lenore spoke, although her tongue felt thick and clumsy.
"What is this ... why ... why are you doing this?"
"You're going to have it so good here, Lenore," Denali said softly without once slowing the pace of her jiggling finger. "You will learn to please James, and he will adore you, this sweet little pussy will never be neglected here, not ever. James will be sure of that."
Dr. Larson's fingers began to work in and out of her and Lenore felt her hips rising to meet his thrusts as if they had a will of their own.
"There," Denali sighed. "What a good girl, so responsive. You need it, don't you sweet child? Show us how pretty your little pink cunt looks when you come." She let out a trembling gasp, her eyes never looking up. "I want to lick you sweetie. Oh, I can't wait to taste that pretty little pussy."
Denali's words caused a fresh gush of moisture between Lenore's thighs. Lenore moaned as her lower belly tightened and tingled. Denali's circles over her clit came faster and harder.
"Oh no, please no," Lenore whimpered and then her whimper tuned into a gurgle deep in her throat. "No."
"Yes ... yes, here it comes," Denali whispered harshly. "Let it out Lenore, let Dr. Larson feel those muscles squeezing his fingers."
Lenore could hear the wet sounds of Dr. Larson's fingers driving in and out of her and the spinning room flashed with a blinding light. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as her pussy began to spasm and flutter uncontrollably around Dr. Larson's fingers.
"Very good," he said quietly. "Excellent – strong muscular contractions, good, and tight. Very impressive. I have no doubt that you will provide James with much pleasure."
Denali bent until Lenore could only see the top of her head. The first lap of Denali's warm tongue against her throbbing, swollen clit made Lenore jerk and shriek.
"No ... please stop!"
Her shrieking did no good, Denali didn't stop, and the door of the room opened slowly. Lenore could turn her head far enough to see that James was watching through the crack. His eyes met hers and she saw raw lust in them. His hand rested on his crotch. Her eyes widened as she watched him unzip and take his cock into his hand. He began stroking it as Denali's mouth pressed hungrily into Lenore's pussy.
Denali's tongue slid over the puffy lips of Lenore's cunt, down to her dripping opening, pressing beside Dr. Larson's fingers.
Lenore closed her eyes tightly, hiding from James' stare.
"Come in sir," Dr. Larson said pleasantly. "You seem to be enjoying this, come where you can more easily observe."
The door creaked and Lenore heard the footfalls. She tried not to focus on the delicious heat of Denali's mouth as that expert tongue slowly worked between Lenore's folds lapping up her juices.
"Oh, Denali," James' voice was husky and strained. "That looks so pretty. I could watch you do that a thousand times and never get tired of seeing it," he said. The approval in his voice as he spoke to the other woman ignited an intense rush of jealousy in Lenore. She could hear his breathing quicken and then he moaned and gave a little grunting sound. Lenore peeked through half-closed eyes and watched as James Acheson ejaculated. She felt the warmth of his cum splashing her belly and her thighs.
James gathered a handful of Denali's hair and jerked her head up, pushing it back down near a thick rope of semen on Lenore's stomach.
"Clean her off," he said coolly, and Denali's tongue immediately began lapping his cum from Lenore's skin. After a few minutes of that James thrust Denali's face back to Lenore's crotch.
"Make my Lenore come," James said sternly. "I want to watch her come for you, Denali."
"Yes, James. As you wish," Denali sighed obediently, each word a caress on Lenore's wet skin.
"I don't want..." Lenore began.
"Yes, you do," James encouraged strictly, accompanying his words with severe pinches of her nipples.
Lenore arched her back, as the potent mix of both pain and pleasure made her cry out.
"You want and you need. Feed Denali your cunt and show us all what you are. A greedy vessel of pleasure. You do not even need a man to achieve an orgasm, do you Lenore? You will come for another woman's mouth just as you will learn to come for me anytime I desire it. You are my property Lenore. Show us."
"No," Lenore sobbed.
Lenore's legs were rigid and she tensed all of her muscles trying to keep her pussy closed. She shuddered at the soft warmth of Denali's probing tongue as it invaded her despite Lenore's efforts to prevent it.
Denali made loud wet slurping sounds, and Lenore felt a pulling sensation as Denali suckled hard at her clit. She licked at Dr. Larson's thrusting fingers and forced her tongue into Lenore right along with them.
Lenore pressed her ass hard against the cold table, trying to recoil as far as possible from the relentless tongue. She felt two hot bursts of air as Denali laughed.
"You're not going anywhere pretty girl," Denali said. Her finger swirled lightly up and down Lenore's folds and then blazed a warm wet trail up to her clit. "You must always give that man there whatever he wants. He's to be your husband – your master. You must learn to always give Master James whatever he wants. James wants to watch you to
come, and you will come."
Denali licked slowly around Lenore's clit, and soon that became her sole focus, a wet, warm flicker that went on and on. Lenore writhed at the unwelcome rush of pleasure that coursed through her. When Denali suckled at her clit and another moan escaped Lenore's throat, Dr. Larson's fingers pressed deeper, searching for something inside of her. They curled and pressed hitting a spot that made Lenore feel like she might pee right there on the table.
Denali sucked harder, stretching Lenore's clit, pulling and tugging it.
Lenore tensed all the muscles in her legs painfully tightly, trying to distract herself from what was happening.
"Relax and let it feel good, Lenore" James said. "There is no sin here, no right or wrong, only freedom." His hand slid between Denali's legs, and Lenore felt Denali whimper into her pussy.
"She's as excited as you are Lenore," James said, withdrawing his fingers. He put them beneath Lenore's nose and she could smell the pungent scent of Denali's arousal. It was like her own smell, and yet different somehow.
James hand traced the outline of Lenore's jaw, resting on her cheek, his wet fingers hovering close to Lenore's lips. Lenore could see the unspoken command in Master James' eyes, and she turned her head towards his hand and took his fingers into her mouth sucking them clean.
"Good girl," James said, beaming with pride. "I think that quite soon you'll be ready to treat Denali to the same pleasures as she's giving you right now."
He leaned down and kissed her ear, his breath as hot as Denali's wiggling tongue. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, Lenore?"
Her body tensed with both excitement and fear. Fear of the unknown, fear of doing something that seemed so wrong, so dirty ... with Master James watching.
"No," Lenore whispered.
"I told you that you would have rules here, remember?" James said tenderly. "The most important rule is that you are never to tell me no."
"Let's play a game," James said. "There are three of us here to act as witnesses so there will be no question ... if you come for Denali, next time it will be your pretty mouth doing the work."
* * * *
James' soft, manicured fingers began to pull at her nipples again, this time pinching them gently between his thumbs and index fingers, and then gradually he began to squeeze harder. And harder.
"No, no" she moaned. "Please, no..." She was referring more to her own body's treachery now than to what Dr. Larson, Denali or James was doing.
"Yes," James whispered. "Show me, I want to see you come. No more no, Lenore. Not now, not ever. For me it is always yes."
Denali ran the tip of one of her long nails over Lenore's clit, slowly dragging it down her pussy until it rested threateningly against Lenore's ass. Denali gave a little push, working it in to Lenore's ass, as her thumb pressed into her pussy along with Dr. Larson's thick fingers. She used her other hand and pulled back the hood of Lenore's clit again, and Lenore felt the warmth of her breath and then the soft suction of Denali's lips. As Denali sucked harder on Lenore's clit, Lenore forgot about tensing her legs any more.
She could feel James and Dr. Larson watching her, held spread wide and stuffed full, as Denali lapped at her pussy. Something was building within her. Something that willpower alone would not stop. Her hips lifted a bit, pressing the stretched opening of her pussy harder against Denali and Dr. Larson's hands.
"There you go. Good girl, Lenore," James groaned. "Give it to her. Feed her that sweet pussy. Do as I tell you, always. Your life is black without me Lenore; I am the sun."
Lenore continued to whimper no, but her mind was a hazy, drugged jumble of pleasure that screamed yes. Violent spasms shook Lenore's whole body, a white-hot fire spread through her in huge, throbbing waves. The sun. Master James was the sun.
Her mouth fell open, gasping in pleasure, gasping for air, until she looked up at James Acheson and let out a long, tremulous, "Yes."
Denali didn't stop; she jerked her thumb away, but she gave Lenore no time to recover as she sucked relentlessly on Lenore's over-stimulated clit. Dr. Larson's fingers moved more forcefully. It burned when he added yet another finger, but Denali's tongue distracted her from the three large fingers that penetrated her.
Mindless, Lenore shrieked and moaned, raising her hips higher as two of Denali's fingers joined Dr. Larson's and moved in rhythm with her tongue.
"Yes. Yes. Yes," Lenore cried, her shaking cries echoing through the tiny room.
Lenore had no idea how long she lay there after it was over. It could have been minutes, possibly hours. James stayed there beside her, stroking her hair, chattering on about a garden and roses and what kind of wedding dress she should have. At some point he carried her up the stairs and put her into a huge bed, covering her with a soft blanket and kissing her forehead.
"I love you. I'm so proud of you, Lenore. You did such a good job tonight," he whispered.
Job? What had she done? She hadn't done anything; she 'd been strapped down, barely able to move. All of the things she had done to please Miguel and she'd never made him happy, She'd done nothing for Master James except lay on a table and he loved her. It just didn't make sense to her. She looked up at him trying to focus her foggy vision. There were haloes around the light from the small lamp on the bedside table and they all seemed to glow around Master James. Master James is the sun.
"You make me very happy," he continued. "You will learn fast, won't you? Learn to be my good girl and always obey me."
"Yes." Her words were so slurred now that they seemed foreign. "I want you to be happy Master James, you are the sun."
Hazy and drugged, behind her closed eyelids she saw visions of herself in a flowing white wedding dress surrounded by roses. Anything for you Master James you are the sun ...
Her dreams that night paled in comparison to the real thing. James and Lenore's wedding was a spectacular affair that was prominently featured in a four-page, color spread in the society section of the city newspaper. Real-life rags to riches, a Cinderella story, the papers loved to run feel good articles about how a poor girl like Lenore had somehow won the heart of the respected Mr. James Acheson, although behind her back, words like gold-digger and trophy wife were often whispered.
Denali was a frequent visitor to the farm. She took Lenore shopping and taught her how to dress. More importantly, she taught her how to walk and for the first time in her life Lenore no longer felt clumsy or awkward. Though they were nearly the same age, Denali was classy and sophisticated; she could do anything and make it seem beautiful. Often Lenore wondered why Master James had never fallen in love with Denali, but it never made Lenore jealous to wonder that. It made her feel special that Master James had chosen her to be the woman that he married, and she worked hard to become the ideal wife for him.
Denali disappeared after about a year. Lenore discovered from stories in the newspaper that Denali was Denali Stone, and she was married to Curtis Stone who owned the bank in town and was one of the wealthiest men in the county. They were embroiled in some pretty nasty divorce proceedings after Denali was caught in a sex tape scandal with the guy who owned the Harley dealership up in Twin Rivers.
Lenore would never admit it, but she missed Denali. It was the first, and for a long time, the only secret that she ever kept hidden from Master James.
Everyone else in that town had their share of dirty little secrets, in that respect James and Lenore Acheson probably weren't all that different from the rest, even if, at times, they did have a bit of an unorthodox sex life that often included late-night whippings in the stable with Master James wielding his favorite black riding crop on Lenore's bare skin. There were the occasional threesomes, always with other women, because Master James wasn't sure he could deal with seeing Lenore with another man. He remarked a few times that if he could get past the first time, he was sure he'd be fine with it, but Lenore always managed to assure him that there was no other man in the world that she would ever want. Master James did threaten that he was consider
ing allowing Henry Blevens to share her – as a punishment of course – but Lenore never did anything to deserve a measure so drastic and nothing ever came of those threats.
Lenore knew folks in town still talked about her, but she didn't let it bother her much. After a while the gossip about Lenore died down as people moved on to talking about the next big thing: Dr. Larson. Turns out he really was a doctor; for a short time he was the only gynecologist in the area, after Dr. Morganthal retired. A few months later, Dr. Larson was brought up on charges that he had behaved inappropriately with some of his patients. Not terribly surprising to Lenore, but the scandal remained the talk of the town for almost a full year.
Her stepmother, Alma, passed away from emphysema. She died penniless, so Lenore and her husband paid for a simple service and a burial plot. Master James said that it was the least they could do but Lenore did not mourn her passing.
James Acheson's horses continued to be a profitable venture and he frequently took Lenore traveling. They attended races throughout the country as Lenore smiled dutifully on the arm of her Master James dressed in the finest fashions. It was a comfortable life; perhaps not the one she had once dreamed about as a little girl, but it was good nonetheless.
For a long time it seemed as if Lenore would live out her days with Master James quietly at Ravenwood Acres. But on an unseasonably cold spring day, a trip to a specialist up in Twin Rivers changed all of that, and what seemed to be the end of the Lenore's story was really just the beginning. Four second opinions later and she was about to find out that that no matter how much every day might seem the same, little by little, life is always changing.
CHAPTER ONE
TWENTY YEARS LATER
The hay was rough and itchy. Lenore's mind wandered away for a minute, thinking of television shows where people make love in hay, acting as though they are floating on a soft puffy cloud. In actuality, hay is much like everything else in real life is – rough. It smells pretty nice though. Sweet, although sometimes it can be a little musty.
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