The Innocent

by John Argus

  What if it was Mr Erasmus standing over her? She felt goose bumps at the thought, and then it was swept away by a rush of heat as she felt fingers sliding up her ribs and circling her breasts. She gasped, pulling at the scarves, her back arching briefly as she let out a soft cry of surprise.

  ‘Remember, it’s just me,’ Selina said. ‘You can easily resist me.’ She leaned forward over the bound girl, hesitated, and then let her hands slide gently up and down her legs, caressing her knees and her inner thighs. Her fingers skated downwards against her calves, and then back up across her knees and outer thighs before rising higher to dance on her tensed tummy. She watched Zoe’s flesh quiver in response, rising and falling as she twisted slightly against her bonds.

  Selina’s fingers stroked higher, circling her plaything’s breasts and easing up over them to rub her stiff nipples. Zoe gasped and pulled at the scarves again, but other than that she made no protest as invisible fingers deftly massaged her full breasts and pinched her erect nipples.

  ‘Remember, think of that handsome man but remember it’s me here touching you,’ Selina coaxed breathlessly. ‘That will keep you from getting excited.’ Selina smiled to herself as she bent lower and closed her lips over the trussed girl’s left breast, moaning in feverish desire as she felt the stiffness of the nipple against her tongue. She suckled it gently but firmly, her tongue flicking harder against the rigid bud, and her lips drew in to suck on it with rhythmic hunger.

  Zoe tried to twist away at first, but Selina’s mouth clung tenaciously to her. ‘S-Selina,’ she gasped, ‘what are you doing?’

  ‘Are you getting excited by what I’m doing, Zoe?’

  ‘No, of course not,’ she lied desperately.

  ‘Good, then it’s working. Remember to think of your fantasy.’ She looked down at the girl’s sightless face, and then bent and kissed her cheek, at which point lust overcame her and she simply could not resist kissing the innocent beauty, her tongue thrusting into the startled girl’s mouth. She twisted feebly against her, but Selina would not be denied, and her lips locked against hers as her tongue danced and dipped inside her mouth. And then, to her delight, Zoe’s tongue pushed back.

  Selina lowered her body, crushing her breasts against Zoe’s, their nipples hot pinpoints of excitement between them as their flesh ground together. ‘I’m a man,’ she said in a hoarse whisper, ‘an avaricious, nasty man who has you prisoner and is about to ravish you senseless before he gives you to all his friends to use!’

  Zoe moaned as Selina slowly and carefully began grinding her pussy against her thigh. Then she instinctively angled her sex upwards as the other girl angled hers down, and both of them moaned at the soft touch of each other’s body. But then, suddenly remembering herself, Zoe stiffened and stopped moving.

  Selina hesitated, and then eased herself up slightly. ‘You know, I had an idea just now,’ she said.

  ‘W-what would that be?’ Zoe breathed.

  ‘Wait a moment.’

  Zoe felt the other girl leave the bed, and waited anxiously for her to return, wondering what the idea could be.

  ‘You need to relax,’ Selina said, from somewhere above her.

  ‘What are you doing?’ Zoe gasped, as she felt the girl grasp a curl of her pubic hair.

  ‘You’ll find out,’ she teased, and then Zoe stiffened anxiously as she heard the snip-snip of scissors cutting her pubic hair close between her thighs, and then she gasped as warm water was dabbed there, followed by the rather pleasant sensation of shaving gel being gently massaged into her sensitive skin.

  ‘Selina, what on earth are you doing?’ she repeated apprehensively.

  ‘Just tidying you up a little,’ Selina replied, then picked up the razor she’d found in Zoe’s tiny bathroom, along with the scissors and gel, and began carefully but quickly shaving the lovely captive’s pussy.

  ‘Selina, stop it!’ Zoe protested.

  ‘You’ll be much neater, much more attractive this way, Zoe,’ Selina assured. ‘Really, all the girls do it now.’

  ‘They do?’

  She did not answer, and then it was over and Zoe felt herself being patted dry with a towel. She knew she should never have permitted Selina to perform such an intimate task on her, and felt embarrassed about it, but there was a strange thrill of anticipation smouldering inside her as well, and try as she might, she could not repress it.

  She felt Selina’s weight return to the bed between her spread thighs, and then felt the girl’s breasts against her tummy as they slid slowly upwards, until they were pushing against her own breasts as she once again settled on top of her.

  ‘Ready to start again?’ Selina asked softly, her lips brushing Zoe’s ear.

  ‘I – I don’t know…’

  ‘Just pretend I’m a man and resist me. Try to keep yourself from feeling any sexual enjoyment at all.’ She let her body press fully against Zoe’s, her breasts moving softly back and forth and from side to side. Then, as before, she spread Zoe’s legs wide open, resting each one of hers over them to bring her soft, hairless sex into contact with the freshly shaved one. She could feel the moisture on the girl’s pubic lips as she rubbed against them, and could feel her swollen clitoris pushing out from beneath its hood to meet hers as she gently ground her pussy down and forward in short, urgent movements that had the bound girl moaning and writhing and pulling against the scarves pinning her in place. Selina also groaned with pleasure, her buttocks rolling slowly back and forth as she ground herself downwards, her breasts crushing Zoe’s as her lips found hers again.

  ‘You’re my prisoner, Zoe,’ she said in a hoarse voice. ‘And I will drive you mad with desire.’

  Weatherby cursed, infuriated by what he could not see.

  He had already ejaculated once, into a bundle of tissues, at the sight of the naked Asian girl and the knowledge of what was transpiring in the flat across the way.

  He could see the other girl’s feet and most of her legs up to her knees, and those feet were bound to the foot-posts of the bed. He could see the lower legs of the dark-haired beauty between them where she knelt, and could imagine only too well what she was doing to her friend.

  And imagine was all he could do, for the rest of the bed was hidden from his view. Yet what he was able to see was enough to again arouse him to a feverish pitch, and to enrage him at what was hidden from his lustful eyes.

  Although not the most experienced man sexually, Weatherby had no doubt whatever as to what was taking place in that flat. He watched as the bound girl’s feet began jerking against the scarves holding them in place, and he groaned aloud. It had already occurred to him that while it was impossible for him to see what was going on to the right of the window from his present position, he could shift his view if he moved to the left. Unfortunately, he was already as far to the left of his own window as he could get. He had tried rushing downstairs and jamming the telescope out of the bedroom window, which was several feet further to the left, but the lower height meant he was then unable to see anything at all. So he had frantically raced back up to the attic with the telescope to continue staring at those tantalising lower limbs, cursing in frustration all the while. Were it possible, he would willingly have battered down the wall and thrust the telescope through the hole.

  The Asian girl sat back on her heels, which let him see her fully, if only from the side, and then she bent forward, disappearing from his view again. He imagined their naked bodies entwining together and a haze of agitated lust gripped him. He moaned forlornly and pulled his eye back, staring at the wall to his left. Another foot or two and he would be able to see everything. He cursed his luck and peered into the telescope again, hoping against hope that they would move down towards the foot of the bed.

  Zoe could feel the other girl’s pussy caressing hers. She had never felt so smooth and clean down there, never felt such a pu
re touch. She was amazed a girl pressing against her like this could feel so good, and her efforts to resist the sensations flooding her were fleeting and confused. There was something about being stretched out naked and bound that had her heart pounding before Selina even touched her. And as her new friend continued to grind down against her, the warmth and pleasure between her thighs intensified almost painfully. The only sound in the room was that of their panting breaths as they rolled and ground against each other.

  With her wrists and ankles bound, Zoe experienced a strange freedom in her climax, flinging herself wildly and mindlessly into it, her body thrashing and convulsing against the mattress, her limbs pulling wildly against the scarves holding them in place. The ecstasy burned through her loins and up her spine, and yet even through the storm of pleasure, she could hear Selina’s altered breathing, could hear her gasps and moans as she ground her vulva down against hers ever more intensely, and she knew the lovely girl was climaxing as well.

  Zoe was startled by the force of her orgasm, as well as by the orgasm itself. They both lay still and gasping in the aftermath of their pleasure, their overheated bodies languorous, their breasts rapidly rising and falling together. She had never imagined having an orgasm with a girl before, and marvelled at it. It felt very strange; from the day she’d been old enough it was drummed into her psyche that sexual contact with men – outside of wedlock, at least – was wicked, and that touching herself was definitely substantially more wicked. Yet no one had really spoken about touching another female, or being touched by one. She was sure it was something her parents would disapprove of, and yet they had never mentioned it, never even hinted at it.

  The feel of Selina’s silky hair as she rested her head on her shoulder was exquisite, and despite the languor induced by her recent climax, her body responded to every movement of the other girl’s hand as it gently stroked her. This was quite wrong, of that Zoe was certain, and on the verge of asking Selina to move, she felt the girl’s body shift, felt her soft hair sliding over her breasts and nipples and then down to her belly as she adjusted her weight against her.

  ‘You can resist better than that,’ Selina chided her gently. ‘But you didn’t do too badly. Will you help me now?’

  Zoe groaned in response, having no idea how she was expected to do that. She felt Selina’s weight shift again as her hands slid up her body and over her breasts, and sighed as she felt a weight on her abdomen, and realised Selina was straddling her. A moment later the girl was sliding upwards over her breasts, and she felt hands slip beneath her head.

  ‘I’ll try to resist,’ Selina said. ‘Try to excite me, and I’ll try to resist you.’

  Zoe was bemused, and then she felt something soft against her mouth, something moist and musky and warm.

  ‘Lick me, Zoe… lick me…’

  Obediently she pushed her tongue up and felt the warmth of flesh and a tangy taste in her mouth.

  ‘Higher,’ Selina gasped.

  Zoe licked blindly, trying not to think that it was Selina’s sex she was feeling against her lips, that she was licking another girl as Mr Erasmus had licked her. She felt Selina pressing down more heavily against her face, riding back and forth over her chin and nose and mouth and making it hard for her to catch her breath.

  ‘Harder!’ the Oriental urged, and Zoe gasped as Selina’s pussy rode her mouth, grinding wetly and insistently. Her tongue pushed up against the suffocating sex, and as she licked, desperately catching her breath, she pictured herself again in her mind’s eye, naked and bound. She pulled at the scarves, twisting in the throes of a forbidden excitement as her tongue wriggled shamelessly up into another girl’s pussy.

  Chapter Eight

  It was very warm the next morning. The sun was shining into Zoe’s room with such strength that the thin sheet over her legs felt uncomfortably hot. She flung it off and swung her legs out of bed, sighing as her bare feet made contact with the somewhat cooler wooden floor. For a moment she gazed happily out at the sunny morning, and then the events of the previous day and evening came crashing down around her and she felt a jarring anxiety tighten her stomach.

  She was suddenly reluctant to get out of bed and ready for work. She had humiliated herself before Mr Erasmus, and then been humiliated by Ms Beacher in front of him, and she was not quite sure what to think about the visit from Selina; she did not want to think about the visit from Selina.

  Zoe was not used to seeing herself as a bad girl, and it was a very worrying thing to have Mr Erasmus and Ms Beacher thinking of her that way. She was a bother to them, a troublemaker, but from now on she was determined to behave properly at work, at all times.

  And then there were the orphans. She felt ashamed to have given in to her own physical pleasure the previous day and forgotten to mention the poor orphans to Mr Erasmus. She would have to remedy that first thing, and even while the thought of seeing him again filled her stomach with nervous butterflies, she told herself sternly that she would simply have to behave far more correctly in order to help the poor innocent children.

  She climbed out of bed and, naked, examined herself somewhat shyly and reluctantly in her full-length mirror. She felt a warm tingling in her sex, and a little shocked pleasure ran up her spine at the sight of her body. She stared, especially between her thighs where she was so naked. Her pussy was quite brazenly displayed, and yet without the soft curls of pubic hair surrounding it, it seemed much more neat than sinful.

  She had masturbated before, but very infrequently, and always with a deep sense of guilt. Now, however, she propped her bare bottom against the basin, eased her legs apart, and caressed herself boldly, gasping and moaning with pleasure. She had never before put her fingers inside her pussy, but a wicked impulse coaxed her to do just that, and her back arched as her other hand rose to cup and knead her breasts.

  She climaxed with a long, shuddering moan as her soft bottom quivered and ground against the cool ceramic.

  Zoe dressed for the heat in her lightest, thinnest white bra, and bikini panties she had once considered too daring to wear. Over them she wore a short white summer dress that buttoned down the front and was cinched in at the waist by a blue silk sash tied jauntily over her hip.

  Zoe thought she looked quite modest as she examined herself in the mirror again. The skirt was a little short, and she tugged uncertainly at the hem as if to change that, but otherwise it seemed not at all inappropriate for work.

  But she did not examine herself with the early morning sun bathing her from behind, for if she had she might have noticed how translucent the dress had a tendency to become. Certainly a number of men travelling to work that morning noticed it as their eyes were drawn to her slender, shadowy silhouette, which showed clearly through the fine fabric.

  Completely unaware of being watched, absorbed as she was in thoughts about orphans and her own degenerating morality, Zoe walked through the doors of the old grey building and up the wide wooden staircase to the main lobby, where she took a musty elevator up to her floor.

  The overhead light was not as revealing as the bright sunlight, yet it did allow Normand Miller to make out the delicate flowery pattern on her lacy bra as it pressed against the equally delicate fabric of her dress. He smiled and nodded his head in greeting as she arrived, feeling a sudden surge of frustration that he would again be taunted by the close proximity of her beauty while unable to do anything about it. Even were he not married, a man of his age and humble position, any looks he might have once had long since deserted him, did not ask a girl like Zoe Quincanon out for a drink. She would turn him down without question and he would be utterly embarrassed by the rejection, and thereafter they’d both be uncomfortable working so closely. Yet his constant exposure to her was leading him to ever more desperate flights of fancy. In his imaginings, he did everything from hide in her wardrobe at home to watch her undress, to don a black mask and kidnap her in or
der to have his wicked way with her somewhere, anywhere. He knew where she lived, and it ought to be fairly simple to get a key from her bag when she was elsewhere in the building and have a copy made. In fact, the more the idea took root the more it gave him an erection and the more certain he was that he’d carry it out. No longer did it seem such a foolish plan, and the risk element only added to the spice – which surprised him, because Normand Miller did not take risks. But once he had a copy of her flat key, he could leave ahead of her and hide there awaiting her return…

  It took little time for Normand to put his plan, fairly hazy as it was, into motion, for no sooner did she settle at her desk than she rose again and walked away towards the claims department. He quickly got up, opened the top draw and slipped her key out of her purse, and took it down to the shoe repairer and key cutter along the street. Within minutes he had a copy made and was on his way back upstairs feeling a strange sense of heady surprise at having actually gone through with his daring plan up to that point.

  Thankfully Zoe was still away from her desk when he returned, which made him feel that Fate was urging him on. He replaced the key, and then sent Beacher an email claiming a medical appointment later that afternoon, so he could leave early.

  Zoe knocked on the heavy polished door, and experienced a surge of anger and frustration as she realised that even before speaking to him, even before seeing him, she could feel her nipples tightening within the cups of her bra and her pussy growing warm and moist in her panties. She pushed open the door, redoubling her determination to behave correctly.

  ‘Close that, would you please, my dear?’ he said, without looking up from some papers he was reading.

  She did not wish to close the door, for it implied a privacy she did not want, and yet she could hardly refuse. It was not in her nature to disobey her elders, and even less so a man who was so far her senior. In any event, it was his office, so he could certainly choose to have the door closed or not.