Clockwork Butterfly, A (10 page)

Her hands were going numb and she wriggled her fingers, enjoying how alive it made her feel to be confined and restricted. Two sets of hands grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs apart. Lena managed to hold in a yelp of excitement as her ass and sex were completely exposed. Someone shoved a bundle of the fur under her pelvis to raise and expose her further. The moisture between her legs cooled quickly in the air and Lena shivered. She was glad of the fur and her own hair to disguise the look of ecstasy she knew would be rampaging all over her face.

Without any warning, a cool thick instrument slid right into her. Lena tensed with shock and tried to close her legs, but they were held fast. Her pussy was soaking and held on tight to what Lena suspected must be a dildo. Slowly, it began to pulse in and out in tiny motions, sometimes corkscrewing from side to side, sometimes straight in and out. Lena could feel the fur at her crotch growing damp with the moisture that was seeping out of her. She wished for someone to open her pussy lips and let her clit rub against the hot bundle so tantalizingly close to it. The pulsing became a thrust and Lena rotated her hips in time, building want and sensation right inside her cunt. She wondered what she must look like, so raw and open, and the vision made her horny. In her mind, she watched every invasion.

The instrument was suddenly removed and Lena felt empty and vacant. Her pussy grew cold and she wriggled to try and gain some sort of shelter amongst her buttocks and the fur. Everything was so silent and she paused, sensing something was about to happen. Something was pressing at her entrance, something larger and colder than the last. Her legs were pulled further apart, causing her to lift her pelvis off the sofa completely. At last, the head of the dildo passed into her, stretching and pulling as it went.

Her nipples were raw and buzzing, and her clit was off the scale. She’d never felt so stretched. She breathed as best she could in the corset and tried to relax her deep internal muscles to accommodate the huge fake cock. Slowly, slowly it slid all the way in and Lena groaned when whoever was in control of it began to twist it around inside her. Lena wished it was bearing the weight of Angelo behind it, shoving in and out with his body mass, dominating her. At last, the dildo stopped and Lena let out a long breath, thankful she’d managed to take it all. But a sudden twitch made her realize that it had only paused, there was still more to come, and this time Lena felt the presence of a body behind it. Could it be a male? Lena dismissed the idea; the thing that had impaled her was far too big and solid. It must be The Wasp in a strap-on. The cock gave a sharp deep slide as Lena’s pussy soaked through with the image of being fucked by a woman in a fake enormous cock. Flesh met flesh at the end of the huge mass and a tiny hand reached around and separated Lena’s lips, easing around her aching bud. Lena started humping and bucking against the solid dick, feeling it slick in her tight hole.

“Fuck me!” she screamed into the thick layer of furs and clenched as hard as she could.

The Wasp did not disappoint. With expert precision, she thrust at the perfect tempo, pulling out to the very tip before plunging back in, making Lena shriek at how full it made her. The Wasp kept kneading her clit around and around in perfect unison until fireworks blast into Lena’s consciousness and she came all over the thick rubber cock.

Her pussy seemed to close around the strap-on, unwilling to give it up. When it was eventually tugged free, Lena felt bruised and worn. Without removing her blindfold, her captors unclipped her stockings and peeled them off. Lena was disappointed; she’d wanted another chance to look down at herself in her amazing costume. She tried to wriggle out of the blindfold, but it wouldn’t budge. The knots in the laces were tugged apart until her bloodless hands were set free. Someone massaged them until they tingled with pins and needles. Hot hands pulled her to standing and began to unlace the corset. Air rushed in to Lena’s constricted lungs as the garment was eased off, leaving a feeling of weightlessness around her. She was now completely naked apart from the blindfold.

“You must be hungry,” The Wasp stated and guided her unsteadily over the thick rug.

She remembered how rich and ornate it had looked and took the opportunity to wriggle her bare toes about in it as she walked, trying to brand the memory into her feet so she could revisit this place while she paced the cold concrete of her cell at night. She shivered slightly and at once a cloak was draped around her shoulders and clipped together at her throat.

They stopped and Lena was told to sit while Cheryl removed her blindfold. Before her lay a sumptuous feast, the likes of which she had only seen in fairytales.
For a punishment this wasn’t bad. Not bad at all.

The Wasp sat at the other end of the table and could only just be seen over the mountains of beautiful fresh delicacies and candelabras.

“Champagne?” The Wasp cocked her head to Cheryl who placed a glass of bubbly liquid in front of Lena.

“Thank you.” She smiled at the young woman and noticed she had changed into what looked like an old-fashioned waitress or maid’s outfit. Cheryl looked away and bowed slightly to The Wasp. Lena felt a very strange atmosphere grow between the women and sensed that she should just keep her attention on her plate, which was now being piled high with all sorts of delicious looking morsels. Salmon, broccoli, cheese, plums, grapes, bread, and things Lena couldn’t even name.

She picked up her fork and paused, waiting for a command to eat from The Wasp. She nodded once, staring, and Lena speared the salmon and ravenously piled it into her mouth. Everything was incredible. Lena was in heaven. The gruel thrust onto segmented trays at mealtimes in the correction facility had been similar to the food at the manor and so Lena savored every lick of this unexpected bounty. She glanced up at The Wasp and Cheryl who were motionless, staring at her. Lena didn’t know whether to feel intimidated or amused, so she just kept stuffing her face and chewing until her jaws and stomach ached. She half anticipated another round of punishment of some sort, so she wanted to make sure that she took full advantage of her host’s hospitality, just in case she was never brought back to this table.

She was almost disappointed when, at the end of the meal, Cheryl dressed her and took her silently back through to where she’d been deposited that morning and passed her into the grip of the guard.

“Am I to come back?” she asked Cheryl who just retreated and closed the door behind her.

“Want more, do you?” said the guard while prodding her in the back to get her to move more quickly. “You look the type.”

Chapter 16

Mae waited by the chamber trembling. The little butterfly was wrapped in her sweaty palms buried deep in her pocket. She had kept it close since the day it had simply fluttered in through her open window and on to her shoulder. She knew it was a message from Lena and it gave her a thrill to stroke it lightly every now and then, sure that it would give her a clue of Lena’s whereabouts. The usually cooperative Archmatrias had been tight-lipped about Lena’s departure. Mae knew she would be in a correction facility somewhere, but there were many of them and she wasn’t allowed off the premises. She hadn’t prepared herself for how much she’d miss her little fuck buddy, as she called Lena and most all her other ‘apprentices’. Mae had tried to deny her feelings toward the once innocent Lena, but they had been jabbing holes into her consciousness since the day she had been taken away.

And now, here she stood at the doorway. Marguerite was unusually quiet. It seemed formality ruled outside the dining room where they’d shared many laughs.

“Remember, he’s refused all other collectors, we need this to work, Mae.”

“I know,” Mae replied irritably. She didn’t need to be reminded. It was all anyone had gone on about for the past two weeks. The pressure to succeed was unbearable, and Mae realized sadly how she’d taken Lena’s position for granted and almost made fun of her when she felt nervous or overwhelmed.

“Well, then, good luck.” Marguerite pressed the button and Mae stepped in.

“Who are you?” asked a frosty deep voice. Mae thought she felt the little copper creature twitch in her pocket.

“Mae,” she said, her eyes adjusting to the dark of the closed curtains and dim lighting.

“You’re not going to touch me. You know that, don’t you?”

“I have to.” Mae shifted, again feeling the butterfly come to life in her fist. “It’s my job.”

The silence was thick and oppressive, and Mae felt intimidated for the first time in her life. His voice was deeper and darker than she expected. She knew he would be unwelcoming, but she had expected some of the warmth that Lena had spoken of to at least be hinted at in his voice. Instead, it was just cold and level. Like a machine.

“Why don’t you come and sit by me?” she asked, perching onto the arm of the sofa.

“Just leave,” he said more forcefully, and the butterfly nipped her hand. She jumped up and squealed, pulling her hand out of her pocket to see blood springing from her palm and the butterfly flapping madly around the room.

Suddenly, sunlight flooded in as Angelo threw open the curtains to see what had happened. Horror flashed across his face as he saw Lena’s butterfly stutter and flap toward him. He caught it tenderly and placed it on the windowsill. He stormed over to Mae.

“Where did you get it?” He grabbed her by the front of her shirt and pulled her face right up to his. His breath was hot and smelled tangy and strange. She was scared of him, she realized.

“I thought it was Lena’s,” she said, trying to squirm free of his grip.

“It
is
Lena’s,” he seethed through gritted teeth. “So why do you have it?”

“It just came to me, I don’t know.” She staggered as he released his grip roughly. He looked suddenly sad, defeated, and fell down into the sofa, sagging into it. He placed his head in his hands and Mae kept quiet and sat at the other end.

“That’s it then,” he said, shaking his head.

“What’s it?” Mae leaned in.

“You must be the last one to have touched it. You must have…” He looked up into Mae’s face “You fucked her! It was you.” He rose to his feet and went to the window. “Oh my God, I’ll never find her now.”

“What do you mean?” Mae watched as his shoulders started to heave.

“It goes to its owner.”

“So, why is it here with me then?” Mae asked, extremely confused.

Angelo rushed toward her and grabbed her top again. Mae held her breath as he spat the words in her face. “Because…” He paused, as if he was wondering whether he should bother telling her or not.

“Go on, please,” Mae pleaded, and his grip softened until he released her and sat down again.

“I knew she took other lovers.” He looked away. “I was jealous, but it was okay. I could picture you all as ugly little whores that meant nothing to her, but now…” He looked Mae up and down with disgust. “Anyway…” He pointed to the shelf where the butterfly lay. “It goes to whoever gives it DNA last.”

It began to dawn on Mae why he was so very angry. “You were hoping it would lead you to her.”

He nodded.

“But how were you going to find it? How would you have got out of the manor?”

He let his head fall forward and his voice grew quiet. “I don’t know. Pretty fucking stupid, aren’t I?” He shrugged.

Mae lay back into the sofa. It really was the most comfortable thing she’d sat in for a very long time. She closed her eyes.

“I’ve got an idea,” she said, springing forward onto the seat edge. “We could work together.”

“How?”

“Well, there’s no way you’ll get out of here by yourself, is there?”

He looked around his luxurious cell with its locked doors and barred windows and shook his head in resignation.

“We need to make a plan.” Mae furrowed her brow and thought hard. Her brain was tired and adrenalin still coursed through her body from Angelo’s initial contact with her. “If I am to come back, Angelo, you’re going to have to let me go ahead with the collection.”

Again, for the first time in her life, she felt unsure of her own seduction skills.

“I know.” He looked at her seriously. “I just don’t know if I can.”

“Here, let me try.” She slowly pushed him back into the sofa and buried her head into his robe. Her skin flushed and bristled and she could feel a sheen of perspiration rise over her forehead and breasts. His scent was so animal and musky, her body responded instantly. She had, of course, smelled him on Lena and this turned her on even more. If she shut her eyes, she could almost sense her here in the room with them. She slid her hands in around his chest and peeled back the kimono. She’d expected him to be furry or something, but his skin was as smooth as Lena’s. Not as soft, there was a layer of strength lying just beneath, but as smooth, yes.

Slowly, she began to untie the obi and could barely stop her fingers from shaking as it slipped off and the silk slid open. His member lay across his thick, curly man hair, still and small. Not the huge, pounding thing that Lena had talked of. She tentatively put her fingers to it; it was as soft and fleshy as Lena’s beautiful breasts. She caressed and toyed with his hair, winding it through her fingers. She leaned in and inhaled at the root of him. Pheromones overwhelmed her and she could have just passed out in ecstasy right there. Her mouth watered, her pussy watered, and she desire grew in the pit of her belly.

She sensed a rising want in him too and pulled back to witness his manhood swell and thicken right in front of her eyes. It was an incredible sight, and she had to touch him. She wrapped her fingers around his growing shaft and was amazed at how alive it felt. Like an independent thing. She began to slide her hand up and down, moving the velvety skin with it. All of a sudden it seemed to Mae that his member had sprung into being a cock. A big, hard, full of desire and fuckabilty, cock.

Mae’s nipples and clit hardened and her pussy melted into a great volcanic pool of arousal. She squirmed and writhed between his knees like a female cat in heat. Leaning in, she licked the tip of his head where a tiny glistening bead had formed. It was sublime. A droplet of heaven resting on her taste buds. She smiled to herself and at once, engulfed him with her mouth, working her tongue around him, forcing him deeper and deeper into her. He obliged and grabbed at the back of her head, pushing and pulling her by her hair.

It was going to be quick. She felt it. She stopped suddenly and ran to the portal, grabbing the beaker, and flew back between his legs. She took him in her hand again and one thrust was all it took before the gleaming fluid sprayed out and down the inside of the vial. Again and again it spurted until he was utterly spent.

“Thank you,” said Mae. Emotions switched between relief and euphoria as she shakily took the vial back over to the portal, terrified she was going to trip. “We will find her,” she said determinedly as she placed her finger on the exit button.

He scrutinized her with his eyes then spoke. “You love her too, don’t you?”

Mae took a breath, then left. The heavy door swung shut behind her.

* * * *

That evening as she lay in her bunk, Mae stared sleeplessly up at the ceiling. She had always enjoyed her role as chief seductress, as she called herself, but she’d never allowed any of the previous girls to get to her. Lena had. She remembered the look in Angelo’s eyes when he talked about her; the desire, the rage that she was gone, the love. Mae recognized his emotions and had to admit that she felt the same. But she was the third party, Lena and Angelo loved each other, she was just the extra. Maybe if she managed to help Angelo escape and find Lena, maybe, they would let her be part of their lives. But if that was going to happen, she had to think of a plan and fast.

Her mind went to the little butterfly, if only she hadn’t tampered with it. Her breath quickened as she thought of something. All they needed was some of Lena’s DNA—surely there would be a hair left on her bedding somewhere. Mae could have whooped out loud as she leapt out of bed and climbed the ladder up to the empty bunk.

She sank onto her heels, it had been stripped bare of all linen and even the mattress was missing. Mae fingered the wire mesh which had supported her sleeping lover’s body and wept. What now?

She slowly made her way back up to her own bunk and pulled the blankets tight around her. Surely there must be some of Lena’s DNA kept somewhere. What about the swabs that Mae herself had collected from her? Mae let the thoughts and hope rattle around until she drifted into a fitful sleep of longing.