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  She didn’t appreciate the roughness of the serving girl grabbing hunks of her raven hair and jamming her face into the wet pussy but once she tasted the sweet liquid of the girl’s juices Sierra forgave her. She didn’t even mind terribly when the girl used one hand to push the back of her head forward hard, twisting her nose into the soft pussy flesh, and forcing Sierra to wallow in the female genitalia. Sierra licked automatically and was rewarded with flows of liquid from her mouth and from the pussy, joining and mixing, before she swallowed them back down from time to time. She knew it should be gross but to her it was the nectar of the gods.

  The girl brought her legs up and rested the backs of her thighs on Sierra’s shoulders, her feet dangling down to bounce and slap at Sierra’s lower back. At times the kicks were purely reactive but at others Sierra was definite she was doing it on purpose. She knew her back was going to have a scattering of achy bruises as an accompaniment to the welts on her sorely used rear.

  She licked and burrowed occasionally stealing gulps of air through her nostrils whenever they weren’t covered in pubic hair.

  She even found herself purposely using the tip of her nose to tap and rub at the girl’s hard clitoris. After interminable minutes that impromptu technique proved itself efficient when the girl climaxed so hard her twitching hands tore at Sierra’s scalp and her jouncing pussy mashed Sierra’s nose so hard her eyes filled with tears and she thought it might be broken. Some reward for her hard performance!She wouldn’t go down on her again. Not unless… she was ordered….

  The serving girl’s orgasm released a good flood of secretions and Sierra did her best through the dual fog of pain and lust to scarf it down, even licking at the miniature pool on the chair seat between the girl’s thighs.

  The serving girl waited until she was done and then shoved her hard. Sierra fell on her back under the table. She felt hurt emotionally… hurt physically… and used… and horny… and successful. She’d gone down on the serving girl!She actually had and had also apparently provided the cruel little bitch with an excellent orgasm. She felt a dual glow of accomplishment and arousal. All the shame she felt -- and it was a lot -- just funneled straight into the heat of lust and only stoked it higher, making it blaze white hot. She wished someone would go down on her as well as she’d serviced the girl. Not likely. The girl was slouched down a little with post-orgasmic exhaustion.

  There was no reason to wait. Both of Sierra’s hands plunged to her pussy and went to work. After a minute of finger thrusts and sliding her back against the slick dining room floor she was about to climax when snapping fingers drew her attention back to the serving girl.

  She was bent down, still sitting, but with her head low enough to view Sierra. The look in her eyes was one of both enjoyment and calculation, “Hey, don’t use those fingers to push yourself over the edge too quick. You only just earned one more orgasm and you won’t have a chance now to earn another until King Jones brings your co-worker here for dinner. You may as well prolong it. ”

  Sierra didn’t know what to make of this advice but her fingers did slow their work dramatically. Perhaps prolonging the orgasm would be… wise. The thought of Alyssa coming here for dinner was horrifically embarrassing though. Would they eat the dinner at the dining room table? Would Sierra still be under it, naked, bruised, shackled, aroused? Would Doctor Jones expect… certain things from Sierra? Somehow equal to all the other troubling questions was the contemplation of whether Alyssa’s pussy would taste as delicious as the serving girl’s or would it be even tastier?

  No, no, never, she just couldn’t. Surely, no one would ask her to be complicit in seducing her own co-worker. No one could expect her to perform lesbian acts with her friend. No one in their right mind. No one… except Master Jones.

  Sierra looked into the girl’s dagger sharp eyes and cleared her throat with difficulty, “Umm, if, uh, they’re going to eat in here could you let me out of here. I’d like to be let free. ”

  The girl laughed, the sound mean and booming in the partially enclosed acoustics under the table.

  “OK, I know you won’t let me go. I’m sure that’s up to Master Jones but maybe you could move me to another room, shackle me somewhere else. You know… so I don’t get underfoot or anything. ”

  Sierra was not trying to create a pretense to grab an escape opportunity. She was so hot she had no thought of escape at that moment. She just dreaded Alyssa seeing her like this especially since she was so guilty in luring her to Doctor Jones abode.

  The girl was just staring with pleasure at Sierra’s finger-stuffed pussy so Sierra tried another tack, “Look, we both serve Doctor Jones and want to help him. You need to move me. If I’m under here when she sits down for dinner I’ll ruin his opportunity to seduce her. ”

  “Ha ha!You won’t ruin it at all. You’ll make it happen. King Jones is counting on you being down there ready to perform. I was your practice pussy-suck. When they come in just stay quiet as a mouse under the table and don’t let those chains clink or rattle. Or else!Then listen to King Jones while he talks to your work friend. You’ll know what to do and when to do it based on what he’s saying. Got it? ”

  For lack of anything to say now, Sierra simply nodded her head.

  Chapter 9

  “Your poor Mom. She seems depressed. ”Indira’s full dark lips puckered thoughtfully as she looked down at Cassandra’s reddened ass laying crosswise across her lap. She puckered her lips by habit when in thought but to a watcher she would appear to be considering kissing Cassandra’s lovely, trim, spank-reddened rear.

  Cassandra’s voice was slightly muffled by blankets, “No, she’d just sunburned. It makes you tired you know. She’s overreacting to that, all holed up in her bedroom like light through the windows would make it any worse. Poor Mom. She looks like a lobster that lost her shell. ”

  Indira laughed, “No, like a lobster that still has its shell, Silly. The shell is red. They’re white underneath. You should know that. I thought you rich people ate lobster three times a week. ”

  “Gross. No. Well, one good thing. With her holed up in her room you were really able to smack that naughty ass of mine without her hearing. ”

  “Are you ready for your reward since you took your punishment so well? ”

  Cassandra sighed with exasperation.

  “What? What’s wrong? ”

  “You!Asking questions!First of all, my butt can take more than that. So far so good but why stop now? You should make it redder than my Mom’s sunburn. Much redder. Second, you shouldn’t be asking me questions. Just do it. Give me orders or just make me do whatever you want. Asking me for directions and letting me determine limits of what can or can’t be done should not be how it is. ”

  Now Indira sighed with exasperation. To think she’d nearly suggested they switch places. That was clearly out of the question.

  With a hardened but disconsolate face she went back to spanking Cassandra’s rear. She kept smacking it. She’d make it glow so bright, Santa could use it to guide a fleet of sleighs.

  It soon had a blazing red glow, so bright it looked like it was lit from within.

  A red glow that blazed like embers in the heart of a fire. A red glow clear as could be, even though the narrowly cracked open closet door Dawn watched from.

  She’d felt bad for so many reasons while lying alone in her own bedroom: Physically because of the severe sunburn and mentally primarily because of the… interaction… with Monica the day before. Despite the Aloe Vera she rubbed all over herself and her mind perpetually tossing and turning, taking the wrong turn with Monica, Dawn knew she basically could not do anything about either one. Time would heal the sunburn and, hopefully her wounded sexual confidence as well.

  The third thing she felt bad about, the least of the three, was not being out and about to help her daughter. Cassandra was an adult and Dawn knew that
well especially after what she’d seen her and Indira up to the last time, but, without a need for a job or much in the way of any true hobbies, her job and her hobby were essentially both to look after Cassandra.

  So she’d ventured out from her wounded-animal-licking-her-wounds mode in the darkness of her expansive and expensive bedroom in order to at least clean up after the girls. Cleaning was what some would consider her hobby but Dawn knew it was just a minor personality dysfunction, done because she felt compelled, and not for actual enjoyment. She hadn’t meant to snoop, really she hadn’t, and was intent only on getting the dishes out of their room. She’d thought their shopping trip would be much longer when she suddenly realized they were home and coming down the upstairs hallway towards Cassandra’s bedroom.

  After what she’d seen the other day Dawn had felt like an intruder. She was in Cassandra’s and Indira’s little masochistic “love” nest and hearing them chatting down the hallway filled her with irrational panic. She couldn’t bear to step out there. They’d think she was snooping. Besides, she only wore string panties and a thin near-transparent chemise top. It wasn’t that she was trying to be lascivious, it was just that anything other than the lightest of clothing rubbed her sunburn raw. Every shift of movement felt like salt rubbed into her pores. In turn, each little discomfort caused her to remember the episode with Monica.

  Since she couldn’t step out in front of them and couldn’t allow herself to be seen prancing about in her skimpies she’d spontaneously decided to hide in the closet.

  There were many disadvantages to this move. Who knew how long she’d be stuck in there. She couldn’t move until they both left. She could still be discovered. She was quite uncomfortable as Cassandra’s closet was full of junk. Not junk junk, but a rich girl’s junk. Cassandra’s extensive collection of clothing was over in her room-size wardrobe. For some reason Dawn had impulsively chosen the much more cramped closet. Perhaps because it had a good view of the room….

  Was that why? Had she guessed they would, and subconsciously expected or even wanted to see her daughter and Indira, engage in further sex acts?

  She’d watched the undressing, the ritual contrived verbal abuse, and then the spanking. So far. Now more spanking.

  It hurt to see her daughter being physically abused and hurt to know her daughter wanted such treatment. She was still bitter that she’d hired her daughter’s abuser to protect her and was still paying her even knowing she was dishing out harm to her daughter. Since all was quiet on the guard against Wayne Jones, she was basically paying her to hurt her darling daughter and engage her in lesbian sex!

  There’d been no sign of the freed Jones and no indication there ever would be. Perhaps she ought to terminate the bodyguard contract with Indira. Maybe even dismiss all the other guards -- there were always three on duty on the grounds at any given time.

  Especially now that she was having unwelcome doubts about her daughter’s version of events regarding Jones. He was incarcerated for supposedly breaking in and forcing sadistic abuse and sexual acts on her darling daughter. But now, three years later, Dawn had discovered Cassandra was actually into that kind of sex. Was it just coincidence, had the horror with Jones actually started something in Cassandra’s psyche, or… was the Wayne Jones version of events -- Cassandra was a willing partner in sadomasochistic sex games -- actually the truth?

  She couldn’t help herself. As she watched her daughter take vicious spanks she wanted to understand why. She imagined what Cassandra must be feeling physically and emotionally as she was spanked.

  The result of this attempted empathy was unexpected and abhorrent. She was soon hotly aroused, wishing she was over Indira’s lap suffering/enjoying that spanking. Her labial lips felt puffy and then slick wet as she felt them through her thin panties. Her clitoris wanted to come out and be played with. This closet was getting more and more humid and musky.

  She had to get out of this closet!She knew after the spanking there would be sexual acts enacted on her daughter and she wouldn’t be able to help herself from empathizing.

  There was no escape. She was stuck in this closet. She told herself she couldn’t risk the slight noise of fully closing the door but really couldn’t come up with a justification for keeping her eyes open. She kept them open.

  Stuck in the closet watching Cassandra be used and abused.

  Dawn felt all alone…

  … except for her hands….

  Afterwards all three were worn out, singly in some ways, and in others in shared ways.

  Dawn watched the girls snuggle, nude and sweaty, lying diagonally on the bed. Dawn tried to keep her panting under control so they wouldn’t hear it coming from the closet.

  Her daughter, naked and achingly beautiful in a post-orgasmic blush, jumped up and started sorting through a bundle of papers she’d set in the desk next to the door to her room when she and Indira came back.

  To avoid looking at her daughter’s form Dawn automatically studied Indira’s laid out physique. Her dusky skin glowed with beauty and her nipples and areolas were so amazingly dark they were more than halfway between brown and black. Indira really had a nice body to match her strong beautiful face. She was a beauty. He body was muscular and mostly fat free, solid, seemingly equally ready for battle or for sensual touch. Her face was so pretty but the angles and eyes were powerful with determination. She was about as sexy as a bodyguard could be while still appearing fully capable of her mission.

  Her daughter was also quite… sexy… but was far too slim and frail to be a real fighter. Indira had the will and Cassandra had the willfulness. Dawn couldn’t help but eyeball Cassandra’s trim tight body. Well, she had to keep an eye on her in case she came towards the closet, didn’t she? Soon she turned and tossed a bundle of paper items onto Indira’s belly and then lay down next to her, on her side, and a foot lower down. She propped up on one elbow and used one hand to pluck absently at Indira’s nearest nipple while the other one sorted through the envelopes clinging to Indira’s humid tummy. Dawn jerked her eyes off her daughter and saw she was flicking through the daily mail. Apparently they had brought it in with them when they came back from shopping.

  Cassandra’s forehead furrowed as she examined a large colored envelope.

  “Hey! Look at this!It’s addressed to my Mom and the sender drew hearts on it. Too bad there’s no return address or name for the sender. Look!Xs and Os for Hugs and Kisses. Maybe Mom somehow met someone or has a secret admirer. How exciting!It even smells like he sprayed cologne on it. ”

  Indira snatched the envelope, looked it over front and back and then took a long sniff, “Smells more like perfume than any cologne. Maybe your Mom’s secret admirer is a lesbian. ”

  “Don’t be gross, Indi!I’m gonna bring this to her and see how she reacts. ”

  “What’s gross about lesbians? Aren’t we lesbians? Don’t be a hypocrite. Oh hey, are you going to bring it to your Mom in the buff like that, all smelling like sex? She may be clueless we have sex and may be out of touch and rusty sexually but, hey, she’ll be able to recognize the smell of sex when it hits her nose. Hell, you existing is proof of that. ”

  “No, I’ll shower and dress first, of course. My God!Indi, come shower with me and we can clean each other’s naughty parts. ”

  “Well… that sounds good…. ”

  Dawn couldn’t afford to be absent when her daughter came looking. They’d launch a search and find her cowering in the closet and draw all too correct conclusions.

  She also couldn’t afford to look even more at the beautiful bodies of the young women. She’d already climaxed once and that was already one too many. A second would double the crime.

  Once Cassandra and Indira left the room and Dawn was sure they were in the shower she scrambled red-faced and red-skinned, wet between the legs, back to her darkened bedroom.

  By the
time her daughter gently knocked and entered half an hour later Dawn was fully presentable and had thought up a plausible excuse for the heart-covered envelope.

  She looked at a clean and clothed Cassandra and realized from now on whenever she looked at her daughter she would see both her darling girl and, lurking below the surface, a sexual creature. Even now high up on the girl’s cheeks there was a scarlet flush. Had their shower been a little too hot literally or a little too hot figuratively? It was obvious the girl had just had sex if you knew what to look for. Dawn regretted that she now did know what to look for.

  She kept her composure when Cassandra expectantly presented the letter. Dawn acted bored and groaned in casual dismay, “Why don’t they take ‘No’ for an answer? I ran into Douglas, one of your Father’s and my former classmates, at the Ladies of Greenville Club. Dropping off his daughter. Divorced!Imagine, he knew your Father, knew he passed away not that long ago, and still asked me out!He may be single but there is a big difference between a divorcee like him and a widow like me. Anyway, I told him very directly no, never, and now he still sends me this. ”

  Cassandra seemed to buy it and even seemed relieved. As soon as she left Dawn ripped open the envelope. As she’d dreaded, it was from Monica:

  HONEY, I LOOK FORWARD TO MAKING YOUR PUSSY HONEY FLOW AGAIN. LOOK FORWARD? PERHAPS I MEAN ‘LICK FORWARD’!I’M GOING TO LICK IT UP YUM!I ALSO HAVE A VERY SPECIAL PRESENT FOR YOU, A BIG SURPRISE. THE ONLY HINT IS THAT IT IS SORT OF PURPLE. COME TO MY PLACE TOMORROW AND I WILL MAKE YOU ORGASM MANY TIMES AND MAKE YOU INTO AN EXPERT PUSSY LICKER. ARRIVE AT NOON AND I WILL PROVIDE PLENTY TO EAT. AFTER YOU ARE DONE EATING MAYBE WE’LL HAVE SOME LUNCH. HA HA!