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 Serving Lady Olivia

   Irene and Abigail have just graduated high school and decided to do
something exciting in preparation for being "real college girls," so they
visit a dominatrix with a preference for young women.  Things quickly get
out of hand when they end up in chains in her dungeon, but neither of them
can deny how much they end up loving it anyway.



   The woman gave us an appraising look as Abigail and I stood in front of
her door, cautiously hesitant but nonetheless delightfully interested that
we had come.  Her deep blue eyes swept over us slowly from head to toe, her
eyes locking tightly on mine after she'd had a good look.  "Please," Lady
Olivia told us in a low tone, speaking for the first time, "come in." She
stepped back, her heels clicking against the floor behind her, and swept a
hand inward.

   Step into my parlour, said the spider to the fly.  Tis the prettiest
little parlour that you ever did spy.

   Abby and I entered in to her home, eying the place nervously.  Olivia
closed the door loudly and fell in to step behind us, shorter than either
one of us even with her six-inch heels.  Admittedly it wasn't the safest of
ideas for us to have come here, but that was kind of the point.  Our friend
Terrence had come to see Lady Olivia a few weeks ago, and to this day he
still had trouble looking a woman in the eye.  Abby and I had called her
yesterday after we had recovered from the previous day's graduation party,
and she had been quite charmed at the idea of the two of us coming to visit
her.

   From the outset Lady Olivia didn't look like anything special for a 30
year old woman, she was short and thin with red-brown hair down to her back
and she wore a simple blue blouse and skirt, but it was the way that she
looked at someone that made them realize the kind of person she really was.
Her eyes would only leave mine for a brief second at a time when Abby was
saying something to her, staring straight at me and rarely blinking.

   We came in to her living room and she bade us to sit down on the sofa, a
steaming teapot already set on the table in front of it.  "You must be
Abigail," she said with a shark-like smile as she shook the hand of the
tall and skinny brunette next to me.  "You were the one I spoke to on the
phone...  It would be terrible of me to have forgotten such a lovely voice.
And then you would be Irene," Olivia said, her head tilting back towards
me. "You, on the other hand, haven't said a single word to me.  Do I make
you uncomfortable, Miss Irene?"

   "What?  No," I quickly told her, giving a weak chuckle.  That was a lie,
of course.  She had a predatory air about her that made me very
uncomfortable.  "Ooh, is that tea?" I said, changing the topic.  "I would
love some."

   Lady Olivia smiled again, leaning forward to pick up the teapot and pour
fill the cup in front of me.  She leaned forward enough as to make it
impossible for me not to notice that the top two buttons of her blouse were
undone, teasing me with the sight of a lacy dark-blue bra underneath.  It
wasn't until the teacup was quite full that I noticed she hadn't once
looked at it, that she was still staring straight in to my eyes, and that
she had noticed perfectly well what I was looking at.  She did the same for
Abigail, who had more of a knack for subtlety, and sat down.  Lady Olivia's
own teacup was already filled.  I sipped at the tea, it was sweet and odd,
some kind I hadn't tasted before.

   "I'm really quite glad that you girls decided to call me..." she said
with a sultry wink.  "It is unfortunate how many of my clients these days
are working-class men that aren't satisfied with their wives or husbands. I
still quite enjoy it, no mistake of that, but I'll always have a fondness
for younger women.  Young, beautiful and unspoiled women..." she sucked her
breath in almost invisibly.  Olivia crossed her legs, her skirt rising up
above her knees.

   Abby wasn't usually interested in other girls, but I was.  We had each
fooled around a bit with some of our classmates, male and female, but we
both preferred the idea of a woman dom over a man.

   "We're glad that we found you too," Abby said with a warm smile. 
"You're really pretty, and you seem really nice too."

   "Oh, lovely," Lady Olivia hushed her gently.  "I'll be quick to remove
you of the fancy that I am 'nice'.  Don't worry, after a while you won't
even want me to be," she said, slipping over from the sofa she was sitting
on to perch between Abby and I.  "Are you girls enjoying your tea?" she
asked, placing a hand on each of our shoulders and stroking us gently.

   "It's very good, yes," I whispered back to her.  Abigail sipped some of
hers and nodded along.

   A grin.  "I'm glad..." Olivia said leaning over to me, her fingertips
stroking up and down my arm.  "Now, I really have to ask, you two know what
you're getting in to, don't you?" she asked, turning to face Abigail, her
hand squeezing softly at the girl's waist.

   "Yeah.  You're a d...  dominatrix," Abby stuttered out.  She was calm
when she came here, far calmer than I had been, but in the presence of it
all her facade of confidence was starting to break away.

   "Oh yes, very good," Lady Olivia whispered in Abby's ear.  "And you,
Irene?" she asked, her hand dropping to my thigh, her fingers refusing to
move until I'd given her an answer.  "What is it that you think you are
going to do here?"

   "I d-don't know," I told her.

   Olivia shook her head gently, her eyes still locked on mine.  "No, I'm
afraid that wasn't what I was asking for.  I think you do know why you are
here."

   "So we can p-play with you?" I tried.

   Lady Olivia pondered this for a moment, a ghost of a smile on her
ruby-red lips.  "Hmm.  I suppose that is close enough.  When I ask you a
question, you are going to give me an answer.  Remember that.  Now, would
you like for me to play with you, Miss Irene?"

   "Y-yes," I replied immediately.  "I want you to play with me."

   Another shark-like grin.  "Oh good.  It would have been awfully
inconvenient for me if you had said 'no' after you already had some of that
tea."

   Uh.  What.

   "Tea?" Abigail sputtered out.  "Did you do something to the tea?  What
if we had said no or changed our minds!"

   Lady Olivia pursed her lips and gave Abby a pitying look.  "Lovely, if
you were going to change your mind, you would not have shown up at my
door."

   My head felt fuzzy.

   "And as for saying 'no'..." she went on.  "Well, let us be clear right
now.  If you ever say the word 'no' to me, it will have consequences,"
Olivia said, her voice suddenly turned cold and hard.  "Do you girls
understand?" she asked sweetly.

   We nodded.

   "Oh, I'm so glad." Lady Olivia ran her across my thigh, squeezing my
leg. "Now, you girls should finish your tea.  Don't worry, it's quite
harmless, and I dare say you will even enjoy it."

   Nervously, we did.

   Olivia was saying something to Abigail, she had leaned over and was
stroking Abby's cheek, but I couldn't hear it.  I couldn't hear anything,
every sound had turned to a low static.  Abby's eyes drooped shut.  She
tried to open them again, but she couldn't.  Lady Olivia turned to face me,
her fingers rubbing across my belly as she pressed against my body, her
tongue tickling my cheek.  The world went gray, and then a moment later it
went black.



   When I awakened I was standing up, something wrapped around my wrists
and ankles and waist.  We weren't in Olivia's living room anymore, it was
somewhere darker.  It was warm, though, almost stuffy.  Lady Olivia's
basement, I realized.

   I looked around and saw a full-length mirror on the wall to my right. 
In the mirror I could see myself, a tall Latino girl with short black hair.
My clothes were gone, the only thing covering my body was the leather
straps binding my hands and legs and waist to the smooth wooden pillar
behind me.  My light-brown nipples stiffened against the open air.

   I could see Abigail next to me, too.  I'd seen her mostly naked before,
but we had never done anything more than friendly kisses on the cheek. 
What I had not seen was the trimmed dark-brown bush of hair just above her
legs, and the lovely light-pink lips between them.

   "Oh, how wonderful," Lady Olivia's voice said.  "I see that breaking you
out of that shyness won't be such a trick after all."

   She stood there in front of us.  Gone were the plain clothes she'd had
before, Olivia was wearing a black leather skirt and knee-high boots.  She
had a nipple-less leather bra...  and a dainty pair of librarian glasses.
Something about that last one seemed a bit out of place, but I wasn't going
to just say that.

   "...How long?" Abigail asked from beside me, tied to a pillar just like
I was.

   "How long were you out?" Lady Olivia said.  "No more than ten minutes.
It really was harmless, I take safety very seriously you know.

   "Besides," she added, "you would be surprised how difficult it is to get
a pair of young women to strip themselves naked and tie themselves up.  Not
that I would lack for giving them motivation, mind you...  but it's just
simpler this way."

   At this, Abby suddenly realized that she was, in fact, quite naked.  Her
eyes went wide and a tiny shriek escaped her mouth, followed by another as
she saw me there next to her.

   "I never get tired of that sound," Lady Olivia sighed dreamily.

   Olivia stepped up to Abigail and stroked a gloved hand across the girl's
face, tapping her lips with two fingers.  "You do surprise me, Miss
Abigail. At first you seemed to be the bold one, always talking where your
friend would remain quiet.  And now she's the one looking all over your
naked, lovely body while you have suddenly turned shy." She leaned in
close. "I do love the shy ones, you know.  It gives me more to do."

   Abby looked over to me, and I quickly averted my gaze.

   "See?  She can't help but look at you," Olivia whispered.  Her tongue
darted out, sliding over Abby's neck and on to her face until she reached
the girl's eyes, planting a kiss on her closed eyelids.  Suddenly, she
grabbed Abby's face with both hands, and pressed her mouth against the
girl's lips, Olivia's tongue swirling around inside the girl's mouth.

   She never blinked, Lady Olivia.  Not that I could see.  She would stare
in to your eyes and refuse to break away, giving a delighted laugh when you
inevitably had to turn away at last.

   Olivia twisted her fingers around Abby's right nipple, pulling her body
away as she squeezed it just so that I could have a look.  Abigail moaned
out in to the older woman's mouth.

   "Women taste different," Olivia mused as she pulled her head back. 
"Young women, especially.  Did you know that, Abigail?  I bet that you did.
Do you enjoy the way your friend Irene tastes?" she asked.

   "I...  I d-don't know, we've never..." Abby stammered out.

   Olivia quirked an eyebrow at the girl.  "You've never tasted her? 
You've never kissed her, never held her body in yours, never felt what
she's like when it's just the two of you alone?  I'm not sure that I
believe you, Abigail." Lady Olivia turned away, fetching something from the
opposite side of the room before she returned.  "In fact, I think that you
are lying to me.  And even if you aren't...  Well, to have this girl around
you and not touch her like she has wanted you to -" and believe me, she's
wanted you to -" something needs to be done about that." She carried a red
plastic ball in her hands, attached to two black straps.  Lady Olivia
looked deep in to Abby's eyes as she fit the ball gag in to the girl's
mouth and strapped it together behind her head.  Satisfied that it was
tight enough, she winked and gave each of Abby's nipples one last hard
twist.

   Smiling to herself, Olivia reached towards a panel of white buttons on
the wall near the pillar where Abby was bound.  Pushing one, both her
pillar and my own began to shift and move.  They didn't stretch all the way
up to the ceiling, and they were attached to a track on the floor.  The
wooden pillars moved outwards in a V-shape from where they had began,
dragging us with them.  Finally, as they stopped, the two pillars swiveled
around so that Abby and I faced each other.  Even as shy as we both were,
we couldn't help but stare at each other's stripped bodies.

   Lady Olivia walked around the room, coming to a stop just behind me. 
"Hello Irene," she said lowly.  Olivia's gloved hands came around from each
side of the pillar behind me, reaching out to paw at my chest.  She moved
slowly at first, holding my breasts in her hands as she gently tugged them
from side to side.  Then, wanting more, she pinched my nipples between her
fingers as she had Abby's.  I couldn't help but give out a shudder as she
did, heat rushing to my cheeks as I began to blush.  Letting go, Olivia
moved in front of me instead.  "Do you like it when I play with you,
Irene?" she asked.  I nodded.  "Where would you like me to play with you?"

   Gulping nervously, I leaned forward to kiss her.

   Lady Olivia stepped backwards.  "No, that was not what I said.  I asked
where you would like me to play with you." She sighed.  "Irene, Irene,
Irene..." She slapped me once across my right breast, then twice again
across my left, harder.

   I cried out softly.  "My lips," I told her.  "I want you to touch my
lips."

   "I see," Olivia nodded.  "But what are you going to do for me then,
hmm?" She stepped around behind me again, undoing the straps that bound my
hands together.  Then, as she appeared back in front of me she asked, "Do
you like my tits, Irene?  They are very nice tits, I think."

   I nodded.

   "Well, don't just stand there," she reminded, smiling.  "If I am going
to play with your lips, then you are going to take good care of my tits,
Irene."

   I reached forward, cupping her leather bra with one hand as I stroked my
finger around the opening for her nipple with the other.  Lady Olivia
stepped up closer to me and placed her hands on my shoulders, pushing me
down not quite enough to rest on my knees, but enough that I had to hold my
body up against the pillar behind me.  "Take it off, Irene," she whispered
in my ear, holding my hands in hers and placing them on her back.

   I fumbled with the bra hook until it came apart, my hands shaking, and
pushed the straps down off her shoulders.  Olivia slipped out of the bra,
letting it fall to the ground, her eyes still focused squarely on my own.
Suddenly, she looked off to the side, her eyes narrowing as she remembered
something.  "Wait."

   Lady Olivia walked over to where Abigail was standing, panting quietly
to herself, saliva dripping from the gag in her mouth.  "I would never
forget about you, pretty Abigail," Olivia said, stroking the girl's cheek.
She pressed her full body in to Abby's and reached around to the back of
the pillar, undoing the strap binding Abby's hands, her tongue dragging
across the younger girl's face as she did.  "And you, Abigail, are going to
run your hands all over this tight little body of yours, playing with
yourself as your girlfriend plays with me.  Do you understand?" Olivia
said, staring intently at her.

   Abby nodded.

   "What was that?  I couldn't hear you, you'll have to speak up."

   Abby moaned something through the gag in her mouth, and Olivia grinned
at her.

   "That's better."

   Olivia watched Abigail for a long moment until the girl got the hint,
bringing her hands up to squeeze and massage her own chest and nipples.

   The red haired woman strolled back over to me, placing her body
immediately in front of mine.  At once I began to touch and fondle her
breasts, leaning in and flicking her left nipple with my tongue.  My lips
closed over her body, sucking at her nipple, biting it gently when I felt
daring.

   "Such a good girl," she cooed.  "I didn't even have to tell you this
time."

   Behind her, Abby had lowered one hand down to her thighs, running her
fingers up and down her leg as she watched me lick and stroke Lady Olivia's
tits.  Abby's fingers strayed over to the warm spot between her legs,
rubbing her pussy lips around in soft circle.

   I moved my mouth to her other nipple, twisting the wet one with my
fingers as I ran my tongue upwards across her body.  I looked up at Olivia
and for once she was not looking back, her eyes rolled back in to her head
as she gripped her hands around my face.  Then, just as quickly, her eyes
flashed open and gazed down at me.  "Such a good girl..." she whispered
again.

   Lady Olivia pulled me up so that I could stand again, looking hungrily
at me as she grabbed my tits, squeezing them tightly.  She pressed her
mouth up against mine, her tongue tickling my throat.  Then, without
warning, she grabbed one of my hands and placed it underneath her skirt,
where I learned that she was quite certainly not wearing any underwear and
likely never had been.  Her fingers intertwined with mine, she slid them up
and down against her pussy.  "Do you like the way my cunt feels, Irene? 
From the way you've forgotten how to breath normally, I think that you do."

   She was right.  I was gulping in air, breathing more heavily than I
would if I'd just been running, and I couldn't seem to stop.  I dipped a
finger inside of her, pushing in to the warmth of her body.  Her hand let
go of mine and instead reached around to cup my rear end, pinching my ass
tightly.  I slipped another finger in to her cunt, stroking the palm of my
hand up against her V-shaped bush of red hair.

   There was a muffled moaning from behind Lady Olivia, Abigail crying out
against the gag in her mouth.  Her fingers were darting in and out of her
pussy now, four of them lodged inside of her as she rubbed her clit
furiously with her thumb.  Abby was loud, much louder than she had been
before, panting and moaning as her cunt started dripping like a faucet. 
She gave a muffled shriek that lasted for a good twenty seconds, her hips
jerking back and forth.

   Lady Olivia pulled her body away from me, turning to face Abigail.  "Did
you just cum?  Did you just cum without me telling you to?" she demanded.
"I mean, I'm hardly surprised, you just couldn't wait for me to strip down
and fuck your girlfriend, but you do not do something unless I tell you,
and you definitely do not get to cum until I say you can." Olivia slapped
Abby hard across the face.  "Do you understand me?"

   Abby gave a whimper and a moan that sounded vaguely like an apology,
nodding her head.

   Lady Olivia undid the straps of the ball gag in Abigail's mouth, leaving
the girl coughing and sputtering for breath.  "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Abby
cried out.

   Olivia leaned in and licked off the string of saliva still hanging from
the girl's chin, then stepped back and slapped her again across the other
cheek, a little bit softer this time.  Then, she turned back towards me and
placed the still-wet ball gag in my mouth, strapping it behind my head. 
"You," Lady Olivia told me quietly, "are going to run your hands all over
your tight little body, playing with yourself the way you were playing with
me."

   She didn't add the part about how I wasn't to get off until she said I
could, and I knew why.  She wanted me to mess up, because she wanted an
excuse to punish me for doing it.

   Lady Olivia walked over behind Abigail's pillar and undid the leather
straps around her ankles and waist.  "Go lie down on the table," she
commanded, pointing to a low-lying wooden table behind where Abby and I had
first been standing.  As Abby turned to walk over there, Olivia pulled down
and took off her skirt, leaving her naked if not for her dark leather
gloves and boots and librarian glasses.

   Abigail laid down on the table, staring up at the ceiling.  And, as she
was wont to do, Lady Olivia found something wrong with the way the girl had
done it.

   "Did I say face-up?  No, lie on your chest, girl!"

   "But you didn't-" Abby began to argue.

   Olivia silenced her with a stony glare.  "I would hate to think what
might happen," she said lowly, "if a bad slave girl decided to start
talking back to me."

   Abigail quickly shut up, and turned around to lay flat on her front.

   Somehow I get the feeling that even if Abby had done that in the first
place, Lady Olivia would have told her it had been wrong.

   Olivia went up to a rack hanging on the wall in front of me and picked
up what looked like a feather duster, if instead of feathers the duster had
ten thin leather strips and a longer handle.  In her other hand, she picked
up a thick rubber cock.  Striding back to where Abby was laying, Olivia
held the leather whip up above her and quickly struck it down against
Abigail's bare bottom.  Ten thin red lines showed up across Abby's ass. 
Lady Olivia brought the whip down twice more, and the girl only barely held
back her cries.

   "Now, turn around and lie on your back."

   Abigail looked ready to cry, but she obeyed nonetheless, grimacing as
she felt the sting of the table against where she'd been struck.  Lady
Olivia stepped on to the table and knelt down over the girl, sitting on
Abby's chest, her wet cunt hovering in front of the girl's mouth.  "Lick,"
she commanded.

   The Abigail I knew never would have gone down on another girl.  At the
very least she would have protested a great deal over it first.  But she
did not hesitate, immediately sticking her tongue out to lick along the
woman's pussy lips.

   "Oh, you can be a good girl after all," Olivia cooed, stroking the
girl's hair.  "When you're good like this, your Mistress will be good to
you.  Now, take this," she said, holding the rubber dildo out to her, "and
fuck yourself with it until you cum."

   Abby took the rubber cock and rubbed the tip along her pussy.  She was
already quite wet, her thighs soaked with her own juice.  Slipping the head
in, Abby began to twist it around as she shoved the dildo inside of her,
all the way until she had very nearly swallowed it.

   Lady Olivia laughed.  "It really doesn't surprise me that you aren't a
virgin, Miss Abigail." She slid forward until her cunt was pressed up
against the younger girl's mouth, covering her.  "Now, I would say that if
you don't get me off, I'm going to fuck your ass while I make you eat out
your girlfriend, but let's be honest -" I'm going to do that anyway,"
Olivia said, smiling sweetly.

   Abby's tongue pressed up in to Olivia's pussy, her lips slurping and
sucking on the woman's clit.  Meanwhile, she shoved the rubber cock in and
out of her own stretched cunt.  The dildo filled her, stretching Abigail
from the inside as she thrust it in again and again.  Lady Olivia was
right, neither one of us were virgins, and we were both a far stretch from
the perfect picture of what a proper girl "should be." And really, who
isn't.

   My fingers slid quickly across my lower lips, a thin stream of my own
fluid dripping down my legs.  My middle finger slipped inside of me,
pressing in to my body and wriggling around against the walls of my, ahem,
house under the hill.  My steam room.  My Lady Jane.  My Venus Highway.  I
could go all day with these.  My other hand was busy clutching my mounds,
squeezing them back and forth.  My cheeks were burning red as I watched
Abby piston the cock in and out of her gaping pussy, her hips rising upward
with each thrust.

   Olivia's hips quivered up and down as Abigail's tongue wriggled inside
of her.  Abby's free hand reached up to caress the woman's behind, her palm
rubbing against the soft flesh of Lady Olivia's ass as her fingers squeezed
at Olivia's waist.  The woman shuddered, not managing to conceal her moan
as her cunt grew hotter and hotter against Abigail's mouth.

   Abby's fingers dropped down to where her mouth was.  Olivia flinched
forward, rising to hover her hips over the girl's face as she felt Abby's
fingers stroke at her sensitive spot, spreading Olivia's lips apart as the
girl's tongue flicked at her growing clit.

   "I've half a mind to think that you do this sort of thing often, Miss
Abigail," Lady Olivia breathed.

   "Not often enough," Abby panted out.

   Oh, snap.

   Abby's index and middle finger squeezed inside of Olivia's drenched
pussy as she lapped up the woman's juices, gulping down and sucking hard on
the engorged nub.

   "That's...  Good, yes, almost there," Olivia moaned out, clutching the
girl's face with both hands as she rode the wave.  "Just a...  mmm-oh," she
gasped, suddenly crying out.  Lady Olivia's whole body tensed up, she held
her arms up close to her chest, fingers pinching at her nipples as she
shuddered back and forth.  Her thighs clenched tight around Abigail's
cheeks as her cunt grinded against the girl's open mouth.  Olivia came all
over the girl's face, coating her cheeks and lips and chin with sweet
nectar.

   "Miss Abigail," Olivia panted, "I really didn't think you had it in
you." She climbed off of the table, her fingers trailing down Abby's side
as she stepped over to look at the girl's own work.  Abby was still trying
to find her breath, the dildo held thrust up in to her pussy.  "Oh, and
look, you even got yourself off like I told you.  Such a good girl," Lady
Olivia murmured, lowering a hand to drag her fingers along Abby's
wet-slicked thighs.

   "Thank you, Mistress," Abby moaned out.

   Lady Olivia turned around to look at me, a frown appearing on her
blushed face "But what's this?  Why, Irene, you've barely been doing
anything," she said, disappointed.

   Fuck.  I had been too distracted by what they were doing, I had
forgotten that Olivia had instructed me to do something too.

   "Oh, no," Olivia warned.  "This won't do at all.  Girls who don't do
what their Mistress tells them to..."



   I was on my knees on the ground, my chest bent down over the smooth
wooden table, my ass sticking out in the air.  Lady Olivia stood beside me,
Abby's face pressed firmly in to the cleft in her cheeks, her hands
stroking the older woman's legs.  Olivia held her right middle finger up to
her face, dipping it in to her mouth and covering it with saliva.

   Her finger stroked my ass, running lightly along my puckered asshole at
first, pressing gently in to it.  I clenched up and flinched, her finger
probing its way in to me.

   "No," she warned.  "Don't flinch, don't tense up."

   Olivia drew her finger out again, and, just as quickly, smacked her open
palm hard against my cheeks.

   "I'm sorry," I whimpered through the gag in my mouth.

   Her finger pressed up in to my ass again, up to her first knuckle. 
Without warning she jammed it in deeper, her finger halfway in.  I flinched
again.

   Her other hand descended quickly, smacking my bottom hard.

   "I'm sorry!" I cried.

   Lady Olivia slid her finger out again, coming back a moment later.  This
time, she pressed two fingers against my asshole, thrusting tightly in to
me.  Out and in.  Out and in.  Out and in.  Her left hand came down again,
spanking me until my ass turned red.  My skin was on fire.

   Then, she pulled her fingers out, slowly, an empty space left behind. 
"Turn around," Olivia commanded.  "On your back."

   I did, laying flat on my back on the table.

   She bent down, hitting a button at the table's base, and the whole thing
groaned and grew, rising up until it was level with her waist.  Lady Olivia
took out two cords of thin rope and pulled my legs up to my hips, binding
the rope around my thighs and ankles and pushing them up to rest on my
chest, so that my bottom lay exposed.  Olivia grabbed my by my hips and
dragged me over to the table's edge.

   "Change of plans," Lady Olivia announced.  "You were not a very good
girl, Miss Irene.  Now you get fucked.  Abigail, be a dear and get her wet,
would you?  Both holes."

   Abby immediately knelt down to my thighs, closing her eyes and sticking
her tongue out.  Her tongue dragged up from my asshole to my clit, lowering
again to probe lightly at my ass.  Abby's tongue was soft where Lady Olivia
was hard, kind where she had been cruel.  Abigail tenderly pressed in to
me, her mouth wet against my body.

   Meanwhile, Lady Olivia had come back with an unusual new thing to play
with.

   "Miss Irene, this is my very favorite toy, I want you to know," she
sighed fondly.  "I'll be honest, a disobedient whore like you doesn't even
deserve it.  That's what you are, a slut who's only worth is her body.  But
I think that this will be as much fun for me as it will be for you..."

   It was a black strap-on harness with four rods sticking out from it. 
Two pink rubber cocks in front, one on top of the other, and two smaller
ones connected to a strap that ran along the bottom, barely the size of a
person's thumb.  Lady Olivia pulled it up on to her waist, moaning quietly
to herself as she slid the two smaller plugs in to her ass and pussy,
attaching the end of the strap to the one circled around her waist.  The
two pink dildos hung out from her hips, pointing at me, the one on bottom
somewhat shorter and curved, the one on top longer and bulbous.  The woman
grinned mischievously.

   Words...  fail me.

   That is so awesome.

   Olivia whispered something in Abby's ear, and the girl rose to her feet,
climbing up on to the table.  Abigail leaned in and unstrapped the ball-gag
from my mouth, giving me a quick peck on the lips before she turned her
body around, swinging one leg over my head to rest on her knees, her thighs
on either side of my face.  Lady Olivia briefly looked as if she might
object to the kiss, something she had not told Abigail to do, but decided
against it, smiling warmly to herself.  Abby lowered her hips down on to my
face, her swollen red cunt against my mouth, covering my sight.  My tongue
poked out to touch her, seemingly on instinct, tasting her hot flesh.  I
could smell nothing but her, her scent all around me, and I wanted it.

   Something warm pressed up against my bare bottom, warm and wet with some
kind of lotion.  It pressed my pussy lips apart, thrusting in to me as the
other one spread my wet asshole, coming inside of me.  Lady Olivia pushed
in to my body, the two rubber cocks entering in halfway before she pulled
them back out again.  Again, she slowly penetrated both my holes, the two
dildos filling me up until Olivia's hips were hot against mine.

   Abigail inched forward towards Lady Olivia so that my face was held up
to her ass instead of her pussy, leaving me blind to everything except for
her pale, beautiful body.  My tongue teased at the girl's asshole, darting
in to her, feeling the vibrations of her body as she moaned.

   Olivia pulled out of me, slamming back in to my cunt and asshole,
slapping against my body.  Her hands wrapped around my thighs, pulling me
in to her.  She thrust up in to me again, the two cocks filling my insides.
It hurt, she was hurting me just the way she wanted to, but I didn't even
mind anymore.  If she wanted me to hurt, then I would be a good bitch-girl
and hurt for her.

   "Do you like it when I play with you, Miss Irene?" Lady Olivia cooed.

   I managed to breathe out something that sounded close to a yes.

   "Do you enjoy it when I fuck you, Miss Irene?" she murmured lowly.

   "Yes!"

   "I want to hear you say it," she ordered.

   "I love it when you fuck me, Mistress Olivia," I moaned like a whore.

   She slammed in to me again, fucking my ass and pussy like the wet hole I
was.  Abigail grinded against my face, my tongue wriggling inside of her.
My body clenched tightly around the thick cocks thrusting inside of me,
holding on to every moment of it.  My hot breath beat up against Abby's
soaking cunt, I couldn't control myself anymore.

   Lady Olivia clutched tightly around my thighs, pulling me towards her as
she jerked in to me, her strap-on pushing up in to the growing heat inside
of me.  It still hurt, but my stretched and abused asshole was getting used
to it, I didn't want her to stop.

   "Do you want to cum, Irene?" Olivia asked me.

   "Yes, Mistress!  Please let me cum!" I cried back.

   She thrust in to my steaming pussy, her fingers sliding up and down my
swollen clit.  Abigail squeezed at my nipples, pinching them between her
fingers and pulling them hard.

   "Do you want to cum, Irene?" she asked again.

   "Please!  Please let me get off!" I moaned, shivering.

   My Mistress pulled out of me, kneeling down and dragging her tongue
along my sensitive pussy lips.  Two fingers snugged themselves in to my
asshole, finger-fucking me in and out.

   "Cum for me, Irene!  Cum and scream for me!"

   Always a pleasure to oblige such a woman.

   I was on fire, a knot clenching itself tight inside of me, shattering
and falling to pieces as a hot stream coursed through me, spurting out of
my whore cunt and on to my Mistress's tongue.  Her fingers thrust in to me
one more time before she pulled them out of my gaping ass.  Her palm
smacked down against my sore ass cheek, and then a second time.

   There was a long moment where I could hear nothing but the pounding in
my ears, my heart beating like a stampede.

   "Thank you, Mistress," I panted, finding my breath again.

   "See?  You can be a good girl..." Lady Olivia laughed.

   Abigail untied the ropes around my thighs and ankles, lingering perhaps
longer than she needed to, and collapsed beside me on to the table, her
shoulder resting against mine.  She smiled shyly.  I leaned over, my hand
reaching to cup her neck, dipping in to kiss her softly.

   "Hi, Abby," I whispered.

   "Hi, Irene," she giggled back.

   "Have a fun time?" I asked.

   "Like you don't already know," she replied.  Abby looked up at Lady
Olivia.  "Can we come by again some time?"

   Our Mistress grinned.



   We were clothed and out the door ten minutes later, walking down the
street with our fingers intertwined with one another's.

   "So...  what are you doing tomorrow?" Abby asked me.

   "You know, Abigail, I was just thinking that I might visit someone I met
recently," I told her.
   She nodded.  "I was thinking I might just visit that same someone."