White fingers with black-varnished nails stroked the creamy flesh of Penny’s breasts before they scratched, then squeezed, her nipples. A faint cry that seemed suspended between pain and pleasure escaped from her throat.
Almost with pleading, she looked up at Nadine as her breasts rose and fell against the cold white hand. A cheroot still smouldered between the first two fingers of Nadine’s right hand.
‘Can you do that?’ Penny repeated, thinking perhaps that Nadine had forgotten she had asked a question. ‘Do you have that sort of power over him?’
Smoky breath touched her lips before the cold flesh of Nadine’s mouth. Then a tongue rich in the tastes of wine, tobacco and depravity locked with hers. Surges of forgotten feelings welled up in Penny’s mind. She remembered her sexual experiences with Ariadne. She had always put their fumbling lovemaking down to adolescent experimentation. This was a woman doing this, and now she was an adult. Her eyes studied the soft crown of hair as Nadine bent her head to kiss her throat and nibble at her ear. The head rose, and the pale-grey eyes, so blackly lined, met hers.
‘I do have power over my brother, my pretty,’ Nadine answered, her lips but a breath away from Penny’s. ‘With my help, and only with my help, you will have him handed to you on a plate.’ Again, the head of shorn, white hair nuzzled against her, and the wide mouth enveloped her own. The large but fine hands held her shoulders, then fell to her breasts. ‘Just do as I say, and my brother will be yours.’
Penny, whose arms hung useless at her sides, sighed and her nipples rose with engorged passion. Moistness spread between her legs and those dark feelings inside wrapped round her like a warm but prickly cloak.
Nadine’s body was hard against hers and the smell of expensive perfume and aromatic tobacco made an odd and not unexciting assault on her nostrils. She moaned and closed her eyes as the kisses and caresses increased.
I have to do this, she told herself, the wager and her career still having some place in her mind. Then she corrected her statement. I want to do this.
There was a feeling of being on a helter-skelter as the fingers trailed onwards. Sex had the same laws as gravity. There was no way of resisting it.
She was only vaguely aware of the cheroot being thrown into the trough. It sizzled there, a last curl of smoke rising upwards like incense to an incarnate deity.
Nadine’s strong arms wrapped around her and drew her closer. Penny felt surrounded by her superior height and strength, yet cosy against the hard nubs of her breasts, which were noticeably underdeveloped. She trembled in Nadine’s arms, yet did not move. She waited for the orders she knew would come.
‘Take your clothes off,’ whispered Nadine against her ear.
Penny blinked, looked at the cool grey eyes for just a moment, then sat down on a bale of straw to pull off her boots. Her breeches followed. Then her blouse.
‘What about your clothes? Aren’t you going to get them off?’ she asked Nadine.
Nadine shook her head; smiling, she ran her eyes down over Penny’s creamy flesh.
‘All in good time, pretty,’ she said, tangling the index finger of her right hand in Penny’s copious pubic curls. ‘All in good time – in my time, of course.’
Strong, powerful hands pulled Penny closer before running down her back and clasping her buttocks. As Nadine bent her legs slightly, Penny felt the hard boniness of her pubic mound gyrate gently against hers, then gasped as she felt Nadine’s fingers invade the deep cleft between the cheeks of her bottom.
‘Don’t flinch, pretty pussy. Accept it. I will do it. You will accept it.’
With the help of her new sensuality, Penny controlled her urge to cry out. All the time Nadine smiled at her, as though she were a child or a china doll playing imaginative games no one else could understand.
Once the coldness of the fingers slid between her legs, Penny knew she was lost. Her breath caught in her throat. This was another woman doing this to her, another woman who would know what each reaction to her probing would be. One who had no doubt experienced the same sensations herself.
Nadine withdrew her fingers suddenly and undid her own well-cut trousers. She wore only the trousers, blouse and boots now. Her hat and jacket had already been discarded.
‘Here, put your hand here.’ The voice was hushed yet firm. Penny felt her hand being guided down into Nadine’s trousers and let it be so. Her fingers slid over Nadine’s flat belly. There was no spare fat. Sharp pelvic bones and silky skin without blemish passed beneath her touch. Penny stayed her hand a moment as she leant and rubbed her head against Nadine’s chest, her legs quivering like jelly.
Nadine’s fingers were doing delicious things to her slippery sex. Sometimes they merely probed up beneath her outer lips and dipped into her wet vagina. Sometimes the fingers squeezed her outer lips together and the varnished nails dug into crisp pubic hair. Penny whimpered then groaned her compliance and complete surrender to those probing fingers that slid so tenderly and pinched with such precision over her valley of hot flesh. She sucked in her breath as her own fingers met the shorn lips of Nadine’s sex. No hair. None at all. Her flesh lean – mean, even – between her open legs.
‘Surprised, my pretty pussy?’ said Nadine with a smile, her hot lips drowning any response Penny might have had. Nadine was not interested in negative responses. She only wanted the more positive ones. She ate them, Penny thought to herself; drank them in as anyone else might food or drink. Penny felt Nadine’s silky and warm labia begin to slide under the ministrations of her fingers. As their mouths sucked deeply and kissed deep, bruising kisses, their hands became more agitated, each imitating the movements of the other, each knowing what the other was feeling. Tentatively, Penny’s hand covered one small breast. The effect was sensational. She felt its firmness tremble beneath her touch, and felt the hardening erection of the pert nipple.
Eddies of pleasure spewed upwards in greater intensity as two of Nadine’s fingers played with her. The thumb and the rest of her fingers created havoc among her nerve endings, stroking her inner lips and squeezing at her excited labia and jutting clitoris. Her legs trembled more. She felt as though the hand that explored between her legs was also holding her up, helping her to ride the pleasure that pulsated around her loins.
The sensations were mind-blowing, too good to keep to herself. She copied, and heard the moans of sublime ecstasy emitting in soft rushes of breath from Nadine’s mouth.
In complete unison, raptures of orgasm jerked their hips, which made their arms quiver with transferred sensations. Penny cried out, unable to exercise any self-control at all as her climax washed over her, her hips jerking time after time to ride the hand beneath her. Beneath her own hand, she felt the denuded lips and the soaking sex of Nadine leap in unbridled rapture as her swollen bud yielded at last to her novice fingers.
Penny sighed, then stared wide-eyed up at the strong features, as the same hands that had given her pleasure clamped firmly to each side of her head. Intuition born of the dark feelings deep inside disposed her to think that pure pleasure was ended and might now be accompanied by pain.
‘You’re mine, Miss Bennet,’ said Nadine in that low growly voice of hers. ‘You belong to my brother, to the Beaumont estate. I’m a Beaumont, so you are mine. You might not think so, my little pussy-cat, but you are. And if you want my brother, you have to be mine – to do as I ask without question. Is that not so?’
Penny attempted to nod her head in the confines of Nadine’s strong hands. ‘Yes,’ she murmured through pursed lips, which were pushed into that shape by Nadine’s thumbs. ‘Whatever you say, Nadine.’
A wide and leering smile cracked the granite hardness of Nadine’s features. She bent her head and kissed Penny firmly on the lips with no pretence at affection or gentleness.
‘I will help you have him, pussy-cat,’ she said in a rushed and low whisper. ‘On my terms. In my way.’
‘Whatever you say, Nadine.’
There was a strange look of tri
umph in Nadine’s eyes, and despite the satiation of her sex, Penny knew there was more to come, that Nadine could not possibly leave her feeling so satisfied. Nadine had to use, had to feel that only she had taken pleasure and inflicted only pain. The look of triumph turned to a glitter. The hands released her head.
‘Then we will start as we mean to go on. We shall kiss on it,’ growled Nadine.
Without hesitation, Penny kissed her mouth.
‘I don’t think you quite understand, my dear,’ said Nadine. Strong hands landed on Penny’s shoulders. She was pushed to her knees. With that, Nadine pulled her trousers down to her knees and lifted up her blouse.
There was her mons, her clit, and her de-nuded lips, which were white, almost silver, due to the sparse re-growth trying its best to poke through.
Penny was mesmerised and wondered momentarily whether her pubic hair, when left to grow wild, was as white as the bullish crop on her head. Hairy or shorn, it was difficult to tear her eyes away, wanting instead to look up questioningly at the pale-grey eyes that eyed her with all the intent of a swaying cobra.
‘Kiss,’ ordered Nadine.
Penny’s eyes went back to the defoliated genitals. Then she dropped to her knees, smelt the musky aroma of recent sex and saw close up the glint of silver hair follicles.
As yet, Penny could neither fully recognise nor control the dark sensuality that had risen in her since coming here. All she did recognise was that the buzzing current started in some hollow between her legs and grew stronger when sexual contact was ordered rather than done purely at one’s own volition.
Hands caressing the smooth, silky whiteness of Nadine’s thighs, she lifted her head, pursed her willing lips and kissed the pale skin of the pure white mons.
Without being seen, a fresh sprouting of hair was already rising through the flesh, its touch like very soft sandpaper against her mouth and chin.
Penny would have studied the white flesh further, but just the aroma of Nadine’s sex, the tilting of her hips towards her lips, made her open her mouth and let her tongue loose to explore.
With her tongue and fingers, she prised the sticky lips apart and kissed Nadine’s protruding clit. It was a large one and grew towards her mouth like a fledgling penis.
It didn’t matter to Penny that Nadine was smiling in triumph as she writhed above her. How was Penny to know that she really had been set up for this, that Ariadne had primed Nadine with the details, and then offered her the wager. Ariadne had known Penny for a long time, since they were children, and she’d told Alistair and Nadine when they had explained to her exactly what they were looking for. Ariadne had personal knowledge of what Penny was capable of; what they had done together and also what each had seen the other do. All this information she had given to the Beaumonts. From what Nadine had seen and experienced so far, everything Ariadne had said had proved correct.
That in itself pleased Nadine. Still smiling and murmuring as she looked down at the tumbling dark hair that shone like a horse’s mane between her legs, her mind worked out the path that she would force this girl to take. But for now she would enjoy, praise and punish until the time was right.
‘Keep going, my pretty pussy,’ she murmured, her fingers tangling in the dark hair. She smiled to herself, then chose her moment. Swiftly, before Penny could protest or withdraw, Nadine clamped Penny’s head tightly against her sex, riding Penny’s lips, nose and face with increasing vigour until, stretching her labia against Penny’s clenched teeth, she let her orgasm break free.
Penny groaned against Nadine’s sex. She was peeved; even angry. She was still aroused and in bad need of her own orgasm. Nadine’s hands dragged her, protesting, to her feet.
‘What about me? Please, you can’t leave me like this,’ she cried between demanding kisses that left Nadine’s face smelling of the sex that still lingered on her lips.
She tried to force the tall woman’s hand between her legs, but Nadine resisted.
‘No.’ Nadine said it with a smile – a cruel smile that indicated her enjoyment of Penny’s obvious need.
‘You must, you have to! You can’t leave me like this!’
Penny herself felt lost, surprised at her own words and the terrible ferocity of the sexual need that made her labia ache and her clitoris tingle with expectation.
The hand that slapped Penny’s face and made her fall into the straw was unseen and unexpected. So was Nadine’s tying of her hands behind her back.
A new excitement weakened her limbs; her sex and behind tingled with anticipation. Her other cheek was slapped as Nadine, with very little effort, heaved her up and placed her so she was on her knees across the water trough. She gasped as her breasts dipped, then were completely submerged, in the cold water. Her head rested on the rim on the other side of the trough. Her hands and arms were tied very firmly behind her back.
‘I promised you more punishment, and you said you deserved it and would expect it this evening. But that is only part of it. Now for some rules,’ she heard Nadine say. ‘You will only have sex when I say so. If you have it elsewhere I won’t be pleased and you can expect to be punished. You will also provide it when I need it. Do you understand, pretty pussy?’
Penny had a need for more sex and another touch of burning on her behind. She just had to protest. ‘But what if I . . . ’
Just as she had hoped, there was a swishing of air before the fine tip of a leather crop landed on her behind, leaving her bare flesh tingling and clenching against the sweet sting of pain. The cane of this afternoon had been kind. This crop had an extra sting to it; it was thin at one end, the handle bent off to the side, and was about four inches long.
‘There are no buts. Do you understand what I require of you?’
But her bottom and the new sensations inside craved satisfaction. Almost as if those sensations had total control of her vocal cords, she protested again. ‘I don’t know that I want to . . . ’
The air swished again. Her bottom quivered, and she yelped and imagined the red welt that was already running across each cheek.
Nadine’s eyes were glittering, her mouth slightly open and her thick tongue running along her bottom lip, delighted with the way Penny was playing along and was willing to give a performance as Ariadne had told her she would be.
‘Are you sure about that?’ Nadine asked, her voice as cold and cruel as she could possibly make it.
‘Yes!’
The crop landed again, and sharp heat transferred from one buttock across to the other. Nadine’s aim had got both cheeks that time, and Penny’s sex felt as if it had turned to jelly. ‘Then I will beat you until you do agree. Is that clear?’
Trembling with anticipation, Penny answered. ‘It’s perfectly clear. I don’t care what you do. I don’t care at all.’
Nadine could hardly control her delight. Just as Ariadne had foretold, here was a girl who had hidden depths, depths that Penny herself didn’t know she had. She was everything that had been promised.
Wide mouth grinning, Nadine raised her arm once more and let the crop stripe again the quivering buttocks. Three times more and Penny was whimpering.
Raising an eyebrow, Nadine stepped nearer and let the coolness of her hand run over the redness of Penny’s behind. The hot flesh shivered.
‘Are your breasts cold?’ Nadine asked suddenly.
‘Yes, they are,’ Penny answered, her teeth lightly chattering, more in an effort to control her whimper than from the numbness of her erect nipples and goose-pimpled breasts which still swam in the water.
‘I’ll let you up from there if you agree to abide by my rules. Would you like me to do that?’
Penny lingered over her response. There was pleasure in this pain; in how it happened and how it developed.
Though her bottom burned and her breasts were cold, she didn’t want it to stop; she didn’t want to lose that feeling of pure envelopment of one sensation inside another.
‘I have my own rules,’ Penny retorted sudden
ly, aching for another few stings from the leather-bound crop that she knew had a silver-hooked handle.
Just as Penny had assumed, the crop resumed its course through the air and across her buttocks another six or seven times.
She cried out, wriggled against her bonds just as she was expected to. The ache between her thighs was so intense that the slightest touch would have brought her to climax. But Nadine would not do that yet. Time and patience were also part of her game. In her wide experience, she had found that anticipation inflates enjoyment both for the giver and the one who receives. The whipping ceased, and Penny could have cried.
‘I will leave you to think on it now,’ said Nadine with obvious pleasure, as well as authority. ‘But I won’t leave you without some further little reminder of me. After all, you do deserve your punishment and, at present, you are not respecting it or me as much as you should.’
Penny began to beg her to slide her hand between her legs, to rub herself until she jerked with release.
‘No. Not until I say so,’ Nadine replied. She began to hum merrily to herself as she slid rope around Penny’s ankles and fastened them firmly to the iron rings at each side of the trough. This meant her knees, and thus her legs, were now spread wider than they had been.
Penny could hear Nadine rustling around somewhere behind her, but knew nothing about the horse collar until it was around her neck. It was a small one with jingling silver buckles and was made for a pony rather than a horse. Nadine fastened it to the anvil that sat on the side of the water trough beneath Penny’s head. It was now impossible for her to move. The weight of the horse collar kept her head down and her breasts in the water. Her ankles were caught in the iron rings, her legs wide open, and her hands tied securely behind her back.
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