The Gift of Shame

by Sophie Hope-Walker

  Carla’s smile was like that of a contented serpent who knew the kill was certain. ‘Get naked,’ she said.

  The blood thundering in her ears, Helen stared stunned for one moment as she decided whether to stay or run.

  Reminding herself that it was, after all, Carla’s gown and that she was at sea with nowhere to run and, since even the owner deferred to Carla, there was no one on board to whom she could run. With those huge, famously beautiful eyes scrutinising her she felt something undefinable.

  Fear certainly, but also a mixture of pride and resentment which amounted, so her liquid loins proclaimed, to excitement. Coyly turning away from the blaze of Carla’s gaze, Helen reached for the fastenings and, as gracefully as she could manage, stepped naked from the gown. Taking a deep breath, she turned to face Carla.

  Carla rose from the couch and came forward to stand immediately in front of her. ‘You have a beautiful body, but let’s make it more so. Put your hands on your head … and brace your arms back … You see what that does for your breasts?’

  Helen found her voice lost in her throat and could only nod.

  ‘Now open your legs a little,’ she said as she reached out a gentle hand to cup the side of Helen’s face. This touch caused Helen to flinch as if struck, and when the hand travelled down her face to her neck and the firm flesh of her shoulders, she shuddered and, involuntarily, turned towards the hand as if to beg that it move to her breasts. ‘Look at me,’ said Carla. ‘Look only into my eyes.’

  Bringing her own eyes to meet those dazzling, devastating ones, Helen felt lost.

  ‘Do you know what I am doing to you?’ Carla asked and, reading the answer in Helen’s desperate eyes, she smiled. ‘And is that what you want me to do to you?’

  Finding a hoarse voice and nodding, Helen said: ‘Yes.’

  Carla lifted her head and, reminding Helen to keep her eyes open and on hers, moved her hand with agonising slowness to caress her breasts, first with her fingertips and then with nerve tingling trails of her long nails, brushing against Helen’s urgently roused nipples. ‘Ah!’ sighed Carla. ‘You like that, do you? Do you like pain?’

  Her throat once more numbed, Helen could only nod.

  ‘A flicker of pain to spice the moment or the crescendo of feeling that comes with the whip?’

  Helen shook her head. ‘Not the whip,’ she managed.

  Carla nodded as if that answer was pleasing to her. ‘But my caress? You find that pleasant?’ Helen’s nod was answered with a sudden nip of Carla’s nails on her aroused flesh. ‘Answer me properly.’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘Look nowhere but into my eyes,’ Carla said as her hands sought out the swell of Helen’s belly and the fingers of one hand traced the contours of her pubis while the other gently played with her half-opened lips.

  Despite everything, Helen raised up onto tip-toe to thrust herself towards Carla’s hand. Carla’s smile showed she understood the plea in Helen’s eyes, which now stung with the effort of holding Carla’s gaze. ‘Do I judge that I may do with you as I will?’ asked Carla.

  ‘Yes. Please!’ Helen all but screamed as Carla’s roving fingers plunged deeply, causing her body to crease almost double, an action which brought her mouth into contact with Carla’s throat where her lips, as if of their own volition, kissed greedily. A tug at her hair brought Helen’s head suddenly back to stare into Carla’s now wild eyes. ‘I will tell you when you may kiss me,’ she seethed through angry lips as the hand left Helen’s belly to streak across her cheek. ‘Now apologise.’

  ‘I’m sorry,’ Helen murmured.

  Carla, still holding Helen’s hair in a tight grip, nodded. ‘Good.’ There was a pause while Carla seemed to be considering what she might do next. Helen was startled to hear her address a third party.

  ‘Tsai, my lovely, come here.’

  Into Helen’s peripheral gaze came the beautiful girl who had come into the stateroom so silently that this was the first Helen knew of her presence.

  Tsai Lo, wearing a green silken cheongsam, came to stand at Carla’s shoulder. Her flawless face reflected no emotion as her clear eyes looked into Helen’s. ‘Earlier,’ Carla was saying to Helen, ‘you had the temerity to refuse Tsai’s caresses. You will apologise to her. Get onto your knees.’

  Feeling that her entire body had been eviscerated and replaced with ice, Helen knelt.

  ‘Look at us,’ Carla ordered.

  Raising her eyes, Helen was immediately struck with the resemblance between the two beautiful women – born ten thousand miles apart – but as similar as sisters with their black hair, almond-shaped eyes and flawless skins. The only real difference between them was the structure of their facial bones and that the slim and dainty Tsai looked like a two-thirds scale model of the exquisite Carla. Helen was now forced to watch as Carla’s hands caressed the shoulders of the impassive oriental girl until one hand sought out the fastenings of the cheongsam and, flicking them open, let the material fall away to reveal her perfectly formed small breasts. It was Tsai who stepped from the cheongsam and cast it aside before resuming her docile stance in Carla’s half embrace. ‘You may kiss Tsai’s feet and tell her you are sorry for your impudence,’ Carla ordered.

  Kneeling further forward Helen felt that she had somehow been caught up in an oriental ritual. Tsai’s feet were shod with green silk sandal-like shoes of such exquisite beauty that it added to the electric thrill of humiliation she felt. Kissing first one then the other of the tiny feet that seemed sculpted from ivory, she murmured her plea to be forgiven to Tsai.

  ‘Good,’ said Carla in a more positive tone. ‘Now you will move yourself to lie on the bed.’

  Rising to her feet, unable to look at either woman, Helen obediently padded to the bed where her uncertainty about how she was to lie was ended by Carla. ‘On your back,’ she told her.

  As Helen lay back she had a rush of understanding of how well she had been prepared by Jeffrey for this moment. It was as if he were there in this cabin continuing her sensual education. The memory of Madame Victoria’s brought her a sudden rush of confidence. ‘May I be tied?’ she asked as Carla came to loom over her.

  Carla nodded and presented two thick ribbons of padded silk. ‘I was about to do just that,’ she answered. Making a loop at one end of the silk ribbon, Carla snapped it closed about Helen’s wrist before turning it several times about the bed-head as if tethering a horse. Moving round the bed she stretched Helen’s other wrist to the fullest before securing that. Helen lay there revelling in her now total helplessness.

  Her excitedly lit eyes came once more to Carla to see that she held yet another band of silk in her hand. ‘Yes,’ she purred in agreement as the silk was tied about her eyes to make a blindfold.

  There followed a period of almost total silence in which the only sounds were of rustling material which, Helen’s heightened senses judged, must mean that Tsai was undressing Carla. When she heard whispers passing between them, the waiting Helen, her loins now totally liquid, felt a stab of jealousy as she imagined caresses passing between them while her own body was crying out for their touch.

  ‘Please!’ she called out of her voided sight and, as if in answer, she felt a slight sway of the bed as someone’s weight was lowered to it. The next sensation was that of fingernails being drawn the full length of her leg to score inside her thighs, making earthquakes under her skin. The hand that came to press down on her pubic bone was answered with Helen’s own upthrust and thrash of her legs as she sought to wrap them about her tormentor. The girl, now identifiable as Tsai, lay her weight to still those searching legs, and Helen felt Tsai’s soft breasts pressing against the answering muscle of her inner thighs. Slim fingers sought to open her vulvic lips and peel back the inner layers before the searing contact of a firm tongue sought Helen out, causing her to cry out her pleasure in a fully vented scream. Her legs, now freed, went out to wrap themselves about the slim Chinese girl as Tsai’s tongue went deep inside to expertly ravage her.<
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  A gentle finger, laid to her lips, stilled her cries and she quietly reached to take the finger into her mouth, sucking on it and the two others that followed, with a rising need to have everything.

  Next she felt Carla’s generous naked body stretching out alongside the length of her own and the suckled fingers were withdrawn to be replaced by soft lips closing on hers. There was a clash of tongues as her own sought to duel with Carla’s. Devastated by the twin attack on her senses she felt her body convulsing as the sheer pleasure of total surrender overwhelmed her.

  Tsai’s lips had, meanwhile, found her aroused clitoris where they alternately sucked and then nipped the tender bud. The sensation redoubled as Carla’s teeth closed on her soaring, marble-hard nipples.

  Then the sheer joy of Carla’s, now liquidly aroused voice murmuring into her ear. ‘Shall I ravage you?’

  Without waiting to question the feasibility of the suggestion, Helen heard her own voice calling out in affirmation. She waited, breathless, as she felt Tsai’s slight weight leaving her to be replaced with the more substantial Carla. Keening to feel everything that might be done to her she felt a nudge at her soaked entrance and then the surprise of a solid phallus. Her pleasure echoed at the top of her voice; it mattered nothing that this might be counterfeit. It mattered only that Carla’s arms were round her, Carla’s mouth on hers and that the upward thrusts of her own body were met with the generous press of Carla’s breasts.

  Her legs wrapped about the other woman’s body, bliss searing deep inside her. The thought that she was giving pleasure to this wondrous creature only served to heighten the pleasure that was being returned.

  Orgasmic waves rolled thunderously throughout her delighted body and she would have cried out but for the deep penetrating tongue that ravaged her throat.

  It was only when Carla broke off to voice her own mounting climax that Helen could join in the relieved chorus. Pounding into her with welcomed savagery, Carla finally fell exhausted, her heated body sliding to one side and dragging the counterfeit cock from Helen as she did so.

  Now Helen regretted her tied hands since she wanted nothing more desperately than to reach out and embrace Carla as she lay beside her with her head heavily on one of Helen’s arms. ‘Thank you,’ Helen murmured into the stillness that ensued then, almost immediately, was once more convulsed as she felt Tsai’s hands, now oiled with the scents of jasmine and rose petals, soothing her sweated skin.

  From the pleasured sounds coming from Carla, Helen judged that Tsai must be anointing them both simultaneously and, delighted, she opened her mouth and reached with her tongue to test the air and savour the taste of the oils that now filled the room.

  The massaging ended, Tsai stretched herself out on the bed and Helen heard the sounds of tiny kisses being exchanged between the two women before Tsai’s body moved across Helen’s to lie on the other side of her as Carla’s fingers came again to tease her painful nipples.

  Carla leant in so that her words breathed across Helen’s open mouth. ‘You imagine that Qito could do anything like that for you?’

  Startled to be reminded of their differing status, Helen could only shake her head. Carla laid a finger on her lips.

  ‘I promise you he cannot,’ she declared with a throatiness that was excitingly threatening. ‘So, our little beauty is to spend five days alone on an island with my husband, is she?’ Carla broke off for a tiny chuckle. ‘And what do you suppose is going to happen to that “little beauty” when she is delivered back to me?’

  ‘I’ll probably be screwed senseless,’ Helen groaned.

  Carla chuckled ominously. ‘You imagine an anxious wife would reward you?’ she asked, indicating that she would answer the question herself with a tut-tutting sound. ‘Oh, no! That is not the way of the Italian wife. You will scream for me again – but not with pleasure.’

  Helen’s racing excitement at these words was quenched in a deluge of kisses. Opening herself wide to Carla, she gasped as she was re-entered.

  ‘Yes!’ called Helen as the dildo once more battered at pleasure’s gate. It mattered little when she realised that it was now Tsai that was entering her. The slim girl’s weight pressed down on her, her smaller, but firmer breasts clashing with her own as she rose to meet her thrusting pressure, even as her body protested that there was now soreness and discomfort amounting to pain in this new assault, since in her ear was the balm of Carla’s threatening voice.

  ‘I shall enjoy myself with you,’ Carla was saying. ‘Every gram of pleasure you have ever known will be paid for with a kilo of pain.’ Carla’s voice was becoming strained and excited as her hands thrust between the slight body of Tsai and Helen’s to dig her nails viciously into Helen’s nipples. ‘Will you scream for me?’ Carla was asking.

  ‘Yes! Yes! Yes!’ cried Helen as pain gave way to a totally consuming pleasure. Tsai, who had not uttered a sound, much less a word, during her assault, now withdrew leaving Helen spread and gasping with no inclination to close herself.

  Swaying gently on the couch from her own gratification, Helen heard some whispering and then the opening and closing of a door.

  Carla took the blindfold from her and Helen looked up into her huge eyes, now bright with tenderness. ‘I dismissed Tsai to spare your blushes,’ the fabled beauty told her.

  Hearing the door open once more Helen looked in astonishment as she saw Martinez come into the room, totally naked except for black leather straps which crisscrossed his body. Rising from the bed Carla went to greet the newcomer who stood trembling – whether with fear or excitement, or a mixture of both, Helen could not judge. ‘Do you love me?’ Carla asked of the man.

  ‘You are my mistress and entitled to do with me as you wish,’ he answered in careful English.

  Beaming with delight Carla brought Martinez to stand over the wide-eyed Helen. ‘And what do you think of my friend?’

  ‘She is beautiful, mistress,’ said Martinez.

  Nodding, as if acknowledging this to be the correct answer, Carla moved away, admonishing Martinez to stay as he was, only to return a few moments later carrying a short-handled, many-tailed whip.

  Helen’s eyes blinked rapidly from Martinez to the whip in Carla’s hands and wondered who it was intended for. The answer was not long in coming.

  Carla’s hand snaked out to bring the whip lightly across Martinez’s buttocks. ‘You have my permission to become erect,’ she told him.

  Helen could only watch in amazement as the sanctioned member started immediately to stir and grow. More light taps of the whip followed as the tumescence rose under Helen’s eyes until it stood, frighteningly big, straight out from his firm belly.

  Her loins beginning to drool in expectation, Helen was disappointed to hear that Martinez’s erection was not for her.

  ‘You have my permission to bring yourself off on her body,’ Carla drawled.

  Immediately Martinez’s shaking hands went to his hardened cock and started stroking it as the slaps from Carla’s whip became both harder and faster. As if anxious to keep pace, Martinez’s hands flew up and down on his burgeoning penis.

  ‘It’s going to be wasted!’ Helen cried out.

  Carla stared at Helen, as, smiling, she moved to the other side of the bed. ‘Did you say something?’ she asked.

  Helen, looking at Carla and knowing she was about to feel the sting of the whip, felt her body convulsing. ‘Let him take me!’ she spat.

  For answer the leather strips were brought down on Helen’s thighs, the ends seeking out and stinging her labia. Defiantly, Helen raised her body to meet the blows but, before Carla could take advantage, Martinez cried out, and, shouting, begged permission from Carla to come.

  Carla’s attention turned to him as she, in furious tones, ordered Martinez to kneel up on the bed.

  As he did so the whip snaked out and rapped him sharply about the chest as, with a great cry, he spouted a copious stream of sperm which landed, hot and wet, on Helen’s heaving belly and b
reasts.

  Feeling cheated, Helen gasped out a protest which Carla ignored as she spoke to Martinez. ‘You have my permission to clean her with your tongue,’ she told him.

  The tongue touched off a totally unexpected wave deep inside Helen and she, under Carla’s approving eye, twisted and turned her body to bring Martinez’s cleansing tongue to her, but it wasn’t until Carla gave her express permission that Martinez dared to do as Helen wanted.

  Being far less expert than either Tsai or Carla he managed, nevertheless, after much effort, to bring her to a quiet but perfectly satisfactory orgasm.

  12

  IT WAS THE strong tang of freshly brewed coffee, irritating her nostrils, which woke Helen to a new day. Opening her eyes she saw Tsai moving about the stateroom in her usual wraith-like manner. For a moment she lay as if still asleep while she worked on the problem of precisely how to greet the girl after the previous night’s intimacies. It was quite a surprise to herself to realise that this was her only problem. She felt no shame and certainly no regrets about what had happened. As she allowed herself to stir she felt only a strange release, feeling as if she had been admitted to a sorority of freedom in which guilt and regret had no place. Deciding that the simplest approach was the best, she sat up in the bed and sang out a ‘Good morning’.

  Tsai turned towards her smiling. ‘Good morning, madame,’ she said, hurrying to pick up a breakfast tray, appetisingly laden with a mixture of croissant-like rolls and fruit. ‘I was uncertain whether madame would prefer to bathe or to shower.’

  ‘Shower,’ decided Helen, sitting up feeling wickedly indulged to be fussed over so thoroughly. Gratefully starting with the tiny glass of orange juice she went quickly to drink greedily of the delicious coffee while watching Tsai move about the room as if determined to find something to tidy. It was then that it dawned on Helen that the almost imperceptible vibration caused by the boat’s engines had ceased.

  ‘Are we moored somewhere?’ she asked.

  Tsai turned to her, face beaming. ‘Yes, madame. At an island which, I am told, is called Far Lee Island.’