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Chapter Twenty-seven -- Massage


Maria waited patiently in the little nun's cell for her victim,
knowing that she was going to have to bring her cousin to orgasm
with a sensuous massage.  At first, she was horrified.  But then
she remembered the pleasure she felt the first Tuesday.  The more
she thought about it, the more she liked the idea.

Felicia was a bit chubby.  Maria knew that her cousin's muscles
were sore from overuse during the physical fitness tests and the
first day of vigorous exercise.  She would also be terrified and
still in bondage.  Her feet would hurt from the dress shoes. 
'And I have to change her whole attitude,' Maria grinned to
herself as she heard the group coming down the hall.

Felicia stepped through the door and Maria immediately ordered,
"Don't say a word.  You're not allowed to talk.  If you say
anything, you will be gagged, understand?"

She nodded, fearful of her younger cousin's power in the terrible
place she had gotten herself into.  She was shocked when Maria
took a key and began unlocking the shackles, cuffs, and collar
from her body, leaving her completely naked.  Maria was
surprised, but her cousin didn't even have shoes.  The woman's
calves kept cramping when she tried to wear anything but athletic
shoes.

"On your belly on the table," Maria ordered sternly.  Then she
began to speak more softly.  "You have no choice.  If you resist
anything that I do, you will be shackled to the table.  If you
want, you can rest your head on your arms."

"Now Felicia, this massage is both a test and for therapy.  I'm
going to help get rid of the soreness in your muscles faster than
if you just rest.  It's also going to help make you more
responsive to touch, and it might get a little erotic, so just
lay there and enjoy."  For Maria, it was a trip giving orders and
knowing that her older cousin had to obey.

Knowing that Felicia was having trouble with cramps in her
calves, Maria began the massage at the feet, pressing her body
firmly against Felicia's soles to stretch out her calf muscles as
she spread cool oil with her hands and rubbed hard up the length
of the woman's tight calves.  She spent some time there until she
felt the muscles begin to loosen.  Then Maria moved to her
victim's side and began chopping at the muscles in her left leg
with the edges of both hands.

As she worked, she talked to her cousin, saying, "You've been
here less than two days and you've already gotten yourself in
trouble.  Well, I didn't try to run off and I still ended up
getting spanked and you know what?  I survived it and so will
you.  Now remember, you can't say a word or object to anything
that I'm doing or you'll have to be punished publicly."

"A little exercise and discipline won't hurt you a bit.  You need
to lose some of this baby fat," she told her cousin softly,
pinching a fold of skin near the woman's waist.  But before going
on, she laid a stinging slap on each of her cousin's butt cheeks.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                d another stinging
slap on the bare butt cheeks exposed to her.  Felicia tensed up
again and Maria returned to a relaxing massage.  The woman was
whimpering now, her emotions and feelings totally jumbled, her
mind confused, her body stimulated.  Maria firmly massaged
Felicia's back, shoulders, and neck, still applying the stinging
slaps with her oily hand when her cousin least expected them.  A
bright pink glow shone under the woman's dark butt cheeks by that
time.

Knowing that she was right on schedule from the wall clock, Maria
squirted more of the baby oil onto Felicia's back, grinning as
she saw her clench her buttocks as the oil dribbled down onto the
plastic covered table.  Her hands moved down to the butt cheeks
that she knew were tingling from the slaps, and she massaged them
firmly.  Then her touch lightened.  She drew her fingers up the
inside of Felicia's thighs, watching the woman again clench her
butt.

"I can get a few others in here to hold your butt open if you
don't relax," Maria said as she slid her hand up Felicia's rear
crack and used an oily finger to stimulate the woman's anus. 
"You have no choice in what goes on in here.  I can finger fuck
your asshole if I want to.  Would you like that?"  The terrified
woman fought the urge to answer, fought the urge to tense and
clasp her cheeks closed to prevent the invasion, fought to
maintain control, fought to keep from crying any more than she
already was, while fighting to not clench, while trying to
maintain some shred of dignity and control.

"Time to roll over," Maria told her.  Maria remembered her own
experience on the receiving end of the massage, the slippery
feeling of her tingling skin on the plastic table pad, the
embarrassment at exposing her bare breasts to a stranger for the
first time.  Was it worse for Felicia that they knew each other?
she wondered as she moved back down to her cousin's feet to press
against them, again stretching the tight muscles.  She continued
to lean on the pads of Felicia's feet as she massaged each toe,
being careful to ensure that the massage was firm and erotic, not
tickling.

"I know this is kind of embarrassing," Maria chattered as she
worked up each leg.  "But it's necessary.  It'll get the blood
flowing and help your body eliminate the wastes that are making
you sore."

Maria glanced at the clock to be sure she was still on schedule. 
Plenty of time.  At the top of each leg, she brushed through the
edge of Felicia's pubic hair with just enough friction to cause a
gentle pull on the woman's labia.  Felicia sucked in air in a
barely audible hiss.  The touch might have been accidental, she
reasoned.  Maria knew better.

"There's just so much to learn," Maria gabbed on as she worked on
her cousin's shoulders and neck.  "About men and most important
about yourself.  I've had more fun than you can believe.  Last
weekend I let three guys titty fuck me, you know, where they put
their hard cocks on my chest and slide in between my boobs?  It
was so..."

As she talked, her hands roved down to Felicia's breasts and slid
up to twirl around a nipple.  Felicia tensed, starting to sit up
as she said, "No!" and brought her hand up to push Maria's away.

Very calmly, Maria went to the door and said, "Lucy, could you
help me for a moment?"

"Sure," Lucy said, walking in just as calmly.

"Felicia has disobeyed.  The first time I touched her breast, she
pushed my hand away and told me 'no'."

"Didn't Maria tell you that you couldn't speak or object to
anything in here?" Lucy asked.  "Well, give me your hand."

"And I get your other one," Maria said from the other side of the
table.  While Felicia laid there with a terrified look on her
face and provided a token of resistance, Maria and Lucy secured
her wrists in Velcro restraints beside her hips at the edge of
the massage table.  "And now your legs," Maria told her.  "Bend
your knees."

Tears were pouring from the corners of Felicia's eyes as they put
the soles of the woman's feet together and wrapped wide Velcro
straps around each ankle to hold them in that position.  Then
they hooked the belt to which those restraints were attached to
the sides of the table, forcing the woman to keep her knees
spread, obscenely exposing herself to two women.

"Now, are we going to have to gag you?" Lucy asked Felicia.

She shook her head 'no'.

"Then not another word," Lucy ordered just before she left the
room.

"I really didn't want to have to restrain you," Maria told her
cousin.  "These massages are much more pleasant when you can move
a bit more, but you brought it on yourself.  And please don't say
anything.  If we have to gag you, you'll wear a ball gag all the
way until tomorrow's massage, and that's really hard on the jaw
muscles."

Maria went back to her massage duties, firmly rubbing at tense
neck muscles until they relaxed, then creating new tension by
sliding her oily hands over Felicia's breasts and teasing the
woman's nipples to aching stiffness.  Felicia was mortified that
her body was responding to the touch of her female cousin.  She
longed to cover herself, to hide the all too obvious signs of her
arousal.  She closed her eyes, praying that her nipples would
soften, and that the aching and throbbing would go away.  She
prayed that she wouldn't leave a puddle of pussy juice on the
table.  The reaction of her body was totally out of control, the
breast stimulation more than enough to make her juices flow
copiously.

"You exercised this, too," Maria grinned, watching her cousin
cringe as her fingers firmly rubbed through the thick carpet of
pubic hair.  "I have to massage you there.  It's required."

It took a supreme effort for Felicia to remain silent.  She
wanted to cry out, tell her cousin that it was a sin, to do
whatever was necessary to stop her body from betraying her.  But
she knew that the result of any protest would be an uncomfortable
gag.  She had already worn one for a couple of hours.  It was
hell to wear it and almost as bad when it was removed and her jaw
was frozen into an open position.  She was helpless to prevent
the invasion of her most private parts by her cousin's evil
fingers.

Maria dipped her fingers into a jar of neutral cream.  She had
already been informed that her cousin had 'a good hormonal
balance' and that 'she should be reasonably responsive.'  The
goal of the massage was just what was stated: responsiveness and
therapy.

"When I had my massages, I was afraid I was a lesbian because I
had orgasms from a woman touching me there," Maria chattered as
she worked, using her left hand to tweak at Felicia's nipples as
her right hand worked around her pussy.  "Squeeze my fingers,"
she ordered her cousin.  "You call that a squeeze?  Again. 
Better.  But you know what?  I know I'm not a lesbian.  My body
is just very responsive.  It looks like yours might be, too. 
It's OK if you don't have an orgasm with me, because you're going
to get a massage like this every day for..."

Maria knew from her own experiences and practice with her
roommates just how to stimulate a woman.  She was good at it. 
And she loved the feeling of power that she felt as she brought
Felicia closer and closer to an orgasm.  She glanced at the clock
again and backed off a bit.  She didn't want her cousin to come
too soon.  Her fingers, coated with the cool vaginal cream,
entered Felicia's pussy again and began a sensuous internal
massage, sliding out to gently but firmly pinch her labia, and
slide up and down, the sides and tips of Maria's fingers just
grazing Felicia's throbbing clit.  Felicia tried to pull back,
but the table had no give at all.

"You'll learn that it's all in your head.  With a little
training, any man could do exactly what I'm doing and do it just
as gently, effectively, sensuously, and erotically, and you're
getting pretty turned on, aren't you?  You're going to have an
orgasm.  Did you ever have one before?  Well, I hope so but if
you haven't, you'll have a lot of them soon."

Yes, Felicia had experienced orgasms, but only with her own
fingers.  Her husband wasn't experienced.  He didn't know what to
do with a woman.  His thrusting penis just got her heated up, but
he always came before she was ready, no matter how long it took
him to ejaculate.

Felicia whimpered, frightened of receiving a spanking, even a
bare-handed one, and aroused by the massage of her private parts,
and embarrassed by her position, helplessness, and nudity.  Maria
made it worse by continuing to massage her exposed private parts
with her right hand while playing with her erect nipples.  They
would not obey her commands to ignore her cousin's touch.

Maria climbed up onto the table below where her cousin's feet
were secured and used both of her hands to massage Felicia's
labia and the opening to her vagina.  Felicia's clitoris was
becoming ultra-sensitive.  The slightest touch made her bounce
her bottom on the table.  She desperately tried to remain silent
as all of her body's muscles tightened until the tension was
unbearable and so were the feelings.  And then she lost all
control, bucking her hips and straining her legs against the
straps so that the Velcro made popping sounds as if it were
tearing open.

Tears of joy and release streamed down both sides of Felicia's
face as her cousin's lips met hers with a kiss.  She resisted for
a moment when Maria pried at her teeth with her tongue, then she
realized that resistance was futile and opened her mouth so Maria
could French her sensuously while her arm remained extended, and
her right hand gently massaged her pussy.

"Ernesto's going to class, too," Maria whispered to Felicia. 
"They're going to teach him how to do that to you.  And some
other wonderful things.  And this is only the start."

As Felicia came down from her erotic high, Maria returned to
gently massaging her cousin's whole body, pulling the Velcro leg
restraints open as she went.  "Thank you for being so
responsive," she said to her cousin.  "I enjoyed this as much or
more than you did.  And just think, you get a massage every day
for the next two weeks, just like this but with a different woman
and a different technique, different voice.  It's exciting.  And
it'll be even more fun with Ernesto."

"Have you ever given him a massage?  Oh, you can talk now if you
want," she told her cousin whose eyes were still closed, now in
relaxation rather than scrunched shut in defense of her senses. 
"Once you come, you're allowed to talk.  Think about giving him a
sensuous massage, holding his hard, throbbing cock in your hand
and stroking until he gushes out his seed.  You're going to love
it here."

Felicia almost believed her cousin.  She didn't want to say
anything.  She might embarrass herself even more.  She already
felt horribly humiliated by what had happened.  It was just that
she felt so good, the massage felt good, the intimate touching,
the orgasm...and what an orgasm!  Much more powerful than any she
had experienced through masturbation.  And it wasn't her fault. 
She was buckled onto a table, helpless.  She didn't even feel
guilty or sinful like she felt when she pleasured herself.

"We're both hot Latina sluts," Maria was whispering now.  "No man
would resist us.  We'll have to fight them off to retain our
chastity.  But you have Ernesto, and the Bible says that you
mustn't deny each other.  Just wait until this weekend.  Well,
it's about time to end this.  You have to get to work on your
homework and I have to get mine done, too."

She unwrapped the bands securing Felicia's wrists to the table
and helped her cousin sit up on its edge, then hugged her.  "Kiss
me," she ordered.  Felicia hesitated for a second, then attacked
her cousin enthusiastically, enjoying a feeling of freedom like
she had never felt before, until Maria extended her tongue.  For
a moment, Felicia tried to pull back, then remembered that she
wasn't allowed to resist.  She let her cousin plunder her mouth
with her tongue, trying to force her body not to react.  She
failed. 

"Now it's back to silence," Maria told the woman as they broke
their kiss.  Maria calmly began putting the collar and chains
back on her cousin.  Felicia allowed her to complete the task
without objection.  "Have fun," Maria giggled, unable to resist
administering one more stinging slap to each of her cousin's butt
cheeks as she shooed her out the door to line up with the other
freshmen.

I took a few minutes to complete cleaning chores in the massage
room that was formerly a nun's cell, but all of the supplies were
right there.  All that was left was carrying out the towels, damp
with detergent and dissolved baby oil, so she could meet with her
classmates and discuss their experiences.

-*-

"That was so rad'," Kaitlyn gushed when they met in the
junior/senior lounge.

"It was a lot more fun than I thought," Laura agreed.  "I had to
tie down that darling little black girl I massaged.  I was afraid
for a while that she wasn't going to have an orgasm and I really
wanted her to, but she was just good at hiding her arousal.  It
surprised me when she came.  I think it surprised her, too."

"I had the blind girl," Jennifer told everyone.  "I expected,
well... I really didn't know what to expect, but I figured that
she'd be like really naive or something, but she said that she's
masturbated for years.  Boy, does she come easy.  She got off
like six times and I didn't even have to work hard at it.  Hey,
whoever gets her tomorrow, do a pleasure torture scene on her. 
Don't let her come until the end or even make her get herself
off."

"Well, Shana, the black woman, she's the mother-in-law of one of
the other black girls but I'm not sure which one," Wendy began
telling the group, "Now she's a tough nut to crack.  I think
she's totally homophobic and she resisted coming, successfully. 
I used every trick I had and I still couldn't get her off."

"Well, we were warned that that's pretty common, especially with
older women," Darlene said, taking her turn.  "My bottom was the
Asian girl and she is from Thailand.  Her sister's husband was in
the Air Force and her sister came here two years ago.  She just
immigrated last summer, so she's only been here a year, and her
English isn't too good yet but she's learning.  I made her say
'pussy' and 'vagina' and 'clitoris' and 'nipple.'  She did have
an orgasm, but just a little one and just barely.  I think she's
even more scared than the other girls."

"Well there must be something to hot Latin blood," Debbie told
the group.  "And that Catholic guilt thing, too.  My freshman,
Maria--I guess I'll call her that so as not to confuse her with
you, Maria--she got heated up to boiling in a heartbeat, but then
she just couldn't get over the top and pop the big O until I
spanked her good and then, ker-pow!"

"I've wondered about that," Maria interjected before the others
got to share their experiences.  "Like with the spankings, is it
better if, well, like I wonder what it would be like to get a
spanking during sex rather than just before it."

"We can find out in the dungeon tomorrow if you'd like," Debbie
teased her, making her blush again.  "I've wondered, too."

"You sure will get a chance to find out," Wanda told them.  "And
you all did spectacularly well.  Let's get our supper, then we
can share some massages amongst ourselves and get back to some
serious work on BDSM, OK?"

-*-

With their first two bondage and discipline, and D/s experiences
behind them, they were ready for a serious discussion on the
actual and potential dangers in BDSM play and the differences
between abuse and play.  Wanda limited the discussion to an hour,
then reminded them that they all had homework to do.

Homework could wait.  All of them were too excited by their
experiences and the resulting feelings to hold them inside.  They
talked late into the night before they realized that there was no
way to finish their assignments in time for the next day's
classes unless they stayed up half the night.

All agreed that a good night's sleep was more important.  Their
punishment might be fun.