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(MMf, ped, nc, 1st bd) *** Chapter Twelve: The First Morning for the Rest of Her Life Thelma pushed Fifi away, shoving the woman back and up onto her knees. She ordered the maid to prepare a bath while kicking her in the side with her foot. Fifi moved to the edge of the bed urged on by Thelma’s continued kicking, until she slipped from it and stood. As Fifi began groping her way to the bathroom Thelma sat up and swung around, letting her feet drop almost to the floor. The excited hag looked down on the tightly bound body of her great-niece shivering to her cold feet settling themselves into the teenager’s warm flesh. One came to rest on the round hill of a breast and the other on a gracefully sloped flank. Thelma stretched, working her toes and heels into Laura’s delicate body, causing the girl to squirm under their weighted coarseness. “Good morning my little princess,” Thelma chimed, jiggling her feet, moving Laura back and forth over the cold stones. All Laura could do was look up through tear stained eyes at the smiling face of Thelma, and moan. Laura’s body burned to pains she never knew existed nor could do anything about. Thelma’s head turned when she heard Fifi step out of the bathroom. She watched the maid inch toward her carefully, being unfamiliar with the surroundings. She giggled in amusement at the woman’s slow groping movements. It was always the same, first an extended foot searched with wiggling toes extended, followed by an extended arm and hand, with its pointed gently waving fingers. Soon another step was complete and the maid was ready to seek another. Thelma stood as the maid approached and reached out to the woman. Fifi immediately relaxed to the touch of her mistress, to the hand on the underside of her left breast. She followed its lead into the monster’s arms and the two women came together in a warm meaningless embrace. Fifi melted into the arms of the stronger woman, letting her head come to rest on Thelma’s shoulder. Thelma’s hands roamed as they willed, while she hugged the round mounds of hot flesh. She pulled the maid’s body against her own, forcing Fifi’s tits to surrender their elixir. The milk oozed out from between their bodies leaving them both glistening and slick, and Thelma had to laugh. “Fetch our little princess and bring her to the bathroom,” Thelma cooed into Fifi’s ear before pushing herself away. She strolled to the bath leaving Fifi alone to regain her balance by the side of the bed. Laura looked up at the maid just at that moment, to watch her teeter and sway, praying not to be stepped upon. Once she’d caught her balance, Fifi began walking along the side of the bed searching for Laura with her feet. She moved while kicking out in front of herself. Since Thelma insisted the woman learn to find her own way around new unfamiliar surroundings, the blind mute had learned to be extremely careful. She was long tired of walking into walls, doors, and tripping over chairs, ottomans and such. A kick finally found her target. Stooping down, Fifi’s hands discovered the teenager and she took the opportunity to look over her owner’s newest prize. Laura found the maid’s hands to be soft and warm, and quite sticky. They walked their way over her body, moving into every little space they discovered. The hands explored each and every toe foot and heel, before traveling up and down each long leg. Fingertips traversed each and every welt as if they were roads on a map to adventure. Bold fingers wormed their ways into Laura’s rectum, searching and slithering deep before slipping free to invade her sex. After a short exhaustive but careful examination they went for Laura’s plump clitoris, her small round belly and its deep button. They moved over Laura’s torso and onto her large breasts which Fifi’s hands met with profound interest. The warm hands, now hot, lingered with the firm mounds for quite awhile and became very crude during their inspection. Fifi eventually finished a very thorough examination of Laura’s face, her eyes, ears, nose and even mouth without removing the gag, pinching, pulling and poking as she needed. After the inspection Fifi’s hands did a double take, roaming up and down the body as if looking for something. It took Laura but a moment to realize Fifi’s hands were enamored, as she’d soon find everyone’s to be, by her hairless condition. Fifi loosened the ties from Laura’s toes, ankles and knees and helped Laura up off the floor. Once standing she found and grabbed one of Laura’s nipples and together they staggered to the bathroom. “Good morning again, my fine pair of whores,” Thelma saluted as the pair entered the spacious bath. Laura found Thelma lying back in the large footed porcelain tub, lounging in bubbles. The warmth of sunlight and sweet scents dancing in the steam brought sweet memories soon to be forgotten. “Be a good girl Fifi, and untie her arms so the princess can help with my bath,” Thelma ordered. Laura’s wrists and arms were freed and she made to stretch and stopped. She almost started to massage the soreness from her muscles, but thought again. Her burning behind and her well-marked front, not to mention a glance from Thelma, were more than enough reminder. The old woman was ogling her body as it moved, and you couldn’t have wiped the smile from her face if she wanted. “What an exquisite body, my dear. My dear Laura and I truly believe your body was made to carry marks,” Thelma was saying as Laura followed Fifi’s lead. The pair fell to their knees beside the tub. “And it shall carry many, won’t it? Long, pretty welts and such.” Thelma watched the welts drop from view as Laura knelt. “And a well crimsoned behind of course,” Thelma continued in contemplation. “I guess it’s the severity of color and tones, the contrast that make them so exciting to look at. The brilliant black, blues and reds against your natural carnation pink.” Thelma’s eyes captured the teenager’s, and held the girl entranced. “You were made to carry welts. Don't you agree,” the woman asked with careful diction, round meaningful words and a cold smirk. Laura placed her hands in the warm water and bubbles pressed up under her chin. She worked a bar of lilac- scented soap into lather, her eyes held fast by Thelma’s, in a gaze she couldn't turn from. She was caught by a presence she couldn't escape or elude. Her head made an involuntary nod. “Mmmmmmmph mmmm,” came sputtering out from around the gag. The sweet sounds danced with the floral scents of bath oils, lotions and soaps. Laura couldn't understand what it was about this woman, this stranger whom she was incapable of disobeying. She felt afraid, treed, backed into the smallest corner of the world. Could it be this woman understood her better than she did, understood what she enjoyed? A controlled life was the only life Laura had ever known, what else was there? This was how her mother raised her. Obedience assured you a place in heaven, was her mother’s motto. Laura blinked as Thelma turned her head away with a thoughtful sigh. By now, both Laura and Fifi’s hands were lathered. Thelma’s sigh trailed off slowly as Laura’s small hands went to work. Timidly, the teenager began spreading a soapy lather onto Thelma’s chest and shoulder area. She had never dreamt of touching anyone in this manner and didn’t like doing it. But it gave goose bumps to Thelma, who reveled to the touch of soft inexperienced hands and coaxed Laura on. Thelma had Fifi wash her hair and back, and made Laura concentrate elsewhere. “Such a good whore,” Thelma purred to Laura while pressing her small breasts out and into the timid hands. Thelma released a contented moan while the hands worked their elicited magic. Laura forced her hands to obey, to massage the terrible woman’s body, to work her palms and fingers into the flesh. She lingered some at Thelma’s nipples, somewhat intrigued by their stiffening. Spurred on by the closing of Thelma’s eyes, Laura found herself rolling the nubs in her fingers, pulling on them gently. Laura felt strange when she found herself getting excited, but when Thelma’s eyes opened, Laura felt compelled to move her hands lower. She lathered the woman’s belly, a dainty finger dipping into the woman’s belly button. There, her nail discovered and dug out small wads of grayish lint, that floated away in the water. Thelma’s thighs parting told Laura it was time to move lower. Reluctantly at first, Laura sent one hand down, between Thelma’s thighs, her fingers wading through the woman’s thick rich bush. “Take your time dear. Take time to learn,” Thelma said to Laura as she languished between the four hands. “That's it dear, like I did you. Don't be afraid, you won’t hurt me, and she doesn't bite. At least not very hard,” Thelma said of her sex, while quietly directing the teen’s manipulations. Under Thelma’s tutelage, Laura’s hands soon became accustomed to their duty. She quickly learned how to soap Thelma’s sex, to work her hand into the woman’s wide gash and to simultaneously work the fingers of her other hand around and into the woman’s asshole. Any adjustments Thelma needed to make were well worth it. At one point, while plying her dual trades, Laura felt her hand, fingers and thumb, suddenly grabbed by the giant organ. They were verily sucked up and engulfed by the big mouth. Thelma’s sex clamped down on Laura’s wrist and her anus slurped up and locked itself onto the middle finger of Laura’s other hand. Poor Laura found herself yanked up and down over the scrolled edge of the tub to Thelma’s bounding ecstasy. The tub’s water crested and ebbed in levee-scaling waves that crashed over and onto the tiled floor. Laura’s breasts dangled in the turbulence and a few times she found her head pulled under water as Thelma used her without mercy. The woman used her in a twisting bouncing motion, taking herself on and through a couple orgasms. Thelma’s grip on the edge of the tub relaxed slowly as she caught her breath, and Laura found her hands and fingers freed. Her hand lingered in the curls of Thelma’s cunt, where it rested in the heat and slickness of the woman’s release. Laura recalled vividly how the organ had felt on her face, so strong and so terrible, and yet, in a way, protective. She couldn’t forget its stickiness, or her gasps for breath, and she remembered the juices that coated her face, filled her nostrils and ran down her chin. She remembered the nectar that coated her neck, its odor. Her head tipped and tears swelled from her eyes, when she saw Thelma smile at her knowingly. Her jaws ached terribly, and she wished Thelma would remove the gag, if only for a second. Thelma used Laura again, to several more orgasms before continuing with the bath. Once satisfied, Thelma rose to be dried. The women dabbed and wiped gently, with soft terry cloth towels, and then helped her don a luxurious robe. All these items carried the B.P. monogram. While Thelma sat back in a wicker chair, Fifi climbed into the tub so Laura could bathe her in the dirty bath water. Though tired, Laura worked the soap over Fifi’s generous body, taking extra time with the maid’s breasts, per Thelma’s demand. Laura found her fingers in possession of the woman’s nipples, pulling on them gently. She was intrigued by the milk pouring from each, turning the water an opaque light-gray color. Unable to resist, Laura began lifting one of the breasts by its nipple, while looking to Thelma for acceptance. Thelma smiled and Laura hefted the heavy sack into the air higher. Then she began pinching and twisting the meaty nub until the maid was squirming. Laura almost felt good in a perverted sense, but Thelma’s mood changed and Laura released the tit to continue bathing Fifi, who like Thelma, rode the teenager’s hands to several orgasms. Laura was stunned to learn she would not be allowed to bathe. Between her own fragrant perspiration, splashes of dirty bath water and coating of sex juice, she was left disgusted by her body. Her scents melded with the heavy moisture in the steamy bath, giving her a rather pungent gamy odor Thelma found pleasant, and that was how it would be. Thelma preferred keeping the filthy teenage bitch dirty, carrying the ‘proper’ odor. To be continued... *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 82