Clockwork Butterfly, A (7 page)

“I’ve decided to actually learn about something other than sex,” she whispered, smiling.

Mae looked guarded and Lena caught a glimpse of her whipping her hand onto her lap. Something began to dawn on Lena and she slowly leaned forward to look at the flustered girl sitting beside Mae who was trying to wriggle her skirt back down over her thighs.

“Oh, excuse me,” Lena said, shuffling out of her seat. “I didn’t realize…”

“Lena, stop. I…” Mae grabbed feebly at Lena’s arm.

“It’s okay, Mae.” Lena picked up her books and pencils and climbed up to the back row.

Why was she feeling so humiliated? Of course Mae had other girls; that was her job. It had just never occurred to Lena. She decided that having a day where things suddenly occurred to her was not really much fun. It was better to be a pliable ignoramus who didn’t think or inquire but just did as she was told. She’d been happier as a puppet. Thinking was for bigger idiots than her. The excitement she’d had about taking classes again had vanished and she started to pack away her things. Something the Archmatria at the front of the auditorium was saying to the class stole her attention away from her mistake.

“Of course, we all know corporal punishment has been banned since the latter part of the twentieth century, but here at the manors, collectors are allowed to bend the rules a little, especially if your male is underachieving.” The air in front of her was swished apart and the cane she was holding made a satisfying
thwack
on the palm of her hand.

The motion stirred something in Lena, something that took her memory to the slapping Mae had given her while being tied to her bunk. She flushed and slid her bottom slowly in behind a desk a few rows back, flattening her buttocks to the seat and rocking slightly.

The silence was broken by the Archmatria’s shrill laughter. “I’m joking, I’m joking!” she piped to the roomful of stunned students.

The edge dropped off Lena’s growing excitement, and a flurry of gasps went through the room.

“Just making sure you’re all still with me, isn’t that right, Rowena?” Another
thwack
landed hard on the desk of a woman who had obviously drifted off during the lesson. She sprang up, wiping the drool from her chin, and stared about the room in shock. “I was just saying, physical punishment is not permitted at the manors, is it?”

“No,” the woman agreed with a look that said
obviously
as a footnote. “Nor anywhere else. Everyone knows that.”

“Yes, but as collectors you may find yourself in a position of power. You may find yourself tempted to abuse that power.”

Lena glanced over at Mae who caught her eye guiltily. The Archmatria had moved on to a different topic and Lena’s interest had already waned. She finished packing her bag and left the lecture theater. There had been a moment in the class where she thought the Archmatria might be about to identify the feelings that were infatuating Lena and make sense of them. The moment had started when she’d heard the Archmatria whip the cane onto her own hand. But the ensuing lesson crushed any possibilities that this part of her was allowed to be expressed.

Lena felt like her younger self when her mother had told her to stop her wriggling at bedtime. She had a horrible feeling that the thing she was growing interested in, that was exciting to her, was bad. Very bad. And as the memory of the cane lashing flesh replayed over and over, Lena saw herself under it and her pussy twitched, warming and soaking her panties.

Chapter 11

In morning constitutional, Lena picked her way around the burgeoning fruits and late flowers. It was a stunning clear day, with the cooler rays of the autumn sun still heating the earth and air enough to walk without an overcoat. Lena broke away from her peers and went in search of the thing she’d been visualizing all night long with an ache growing in the pit of her being. The time away from Angelo was torture and the only way she found to cope with it was to imagine what they could do to each other, what he could do to her. The incident in the lecture theater had now seared the image of the cane so deeply onto her mind’s eye that Lena thought she might actually be going mad. She was convinced that she might be developing obsessive-compulsive disorder and decided that the only way to get rid of the desperate scenes was to act them out with Angelo.

So she needed a cane. She had snuck in to the lecture theater after lights out to either steal the Archmatria’s one, or to get a good look at it close up. But the Archmatria must have taken it with her. Lena wondered whether the Archmatria ever had these sexual compulsions. Lucky them if they did, for they must have a whole array of canes and pointing sticks they could use until their heart’s content.

The rustling of leaves and twigs cracking underfoot was a tonic to Lena and she started to relax, breathe easy, and enjoy the fresh air. She tipped her head back and let her face absorb the sunlight, drink it in. Her soul felt quenched by the little luxury and she was suddenly sad. Angelo would never feel this simple joy. He was a prisoner. He really was incarcerated in this place. Yes, some of the perks of the job must have made it bearable; she hoped her attentions meant more to him than that, but she was still a modest woman. How stifled he must feel.

She opened her eyes and took in the silhouetted canopy of the trees. Leaves danced about on their branches, threatening to give in to the gentle breeze. Some had and they fluttered around lazily making their way to the ground.

Lena focused on one making its way a little more chaotically than the others. It fluttered from side to side, this way and that, and seemed to be taking an unusual route to the forest floor. It started to lift higher and circle one of the branches. Lena squinted into the treetops to try and get a better view of the strange leaf. It flicked and flapped down toward her as if it had suddenly realized where it should be going. Lena smiled and held up her hands to catch it as it came in to land. Her butterfly. She brought it to her face and looked up at the building, knowing full well she wouldn’t be able to see Angelo’s window from this side of the manor. But she had to look anyway. The wings spread on her palms and rested there. It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. The little
I love you
made her quiver, and she knew she must be smiling hard as her jaws began to ache. She didn’t know where to put the butterfly so that it wouldn’t get broken, so she propped it carefully on her shoulder and continued her search for the perfect cane.

There, she spotted it. An old willow had sent out new shoots from its trunk and Lena chose a long pliable one, snipping it with secateurs she’d borrowed from the greenhouse. She examined her prize. Perfect. Picking at the end until she’d caught the new bark with her nails, she began to pull it away from the white inner flesh in long satisfying strips. When she’d finished, a moist, gleaming rod lay in her hands and she was thrilled with her handiwork. She tried it out and whipped it through the air. It sliced the breeze with the ferocity she’d hoped for and she was about to test it on her thigh when a voice startled her.

“What are you doing?” It was Mae. Lena spun around in surprise to see her standing with her legs spread apart beneath her tight skirt and a rope stretched taut between her hands. She must have been there a while as her flesh was white where the binding had constricted the blood flow.

Lena didn’t know if she was angry, pleased, or indifferent to this intrusion. Her body, however, did know; her breasts swelled, her nipples peaked, and her pussy was hot and pulsing. She’d been getting aroused by caressing her cane, but the sight of Mae had tipped her into full-on horny mode. She couldn’t think of anything to say, so she remained silent. Mae kept silent too, but the look on her face made her intentions very clear. Snapping the rope, she motioned for Lena to turn around. Lena did. She was standing in front of a huge oak, and Mae pushed her up against it. Taking the cane from Lena, Mae grabbed both arms and forced them around the tree. Lena decided to surrender and held the trunk while Mae rubbed up and down behind her, sounding as if she was purring. She kicked Lena’s legs apart and forced her into the bark. Lena’s mound hit against the rough wood and Mae used the flat of her hand to push her buttocks firmly, making Lena grind her pussy into it. Then Mae left to tie her wrists on the other side of the tree. It was cold where Mae’s body had pressed against her.

Lena winced as the tightening of the ropes pulled her face into the jagged surface. Her heart thumped against the tree and she was sure it was echoing back, unless the tree had a racing heart of its own.

Mae came back around and gently, but firmly, smoothed Lena’s skirt over her ass. The uniform was tight and Lena could feel the hem crudely press into her thigh. Mae hugged in to her again, reaching for the buttons on her blouse and yanking them apart then pulling the shirt out of her waistband. When the blouse was fully open, Mae reached up to Lena’s breasts and tugged her bra down over her nipples to expose them to the grazing bark. It was cold and unexpected and Lena yelped, trying to arch her body away from the tree.

“Shh,” insisted Mae and pushed her fully against it. Without any warning, Mae grabbed the bottom of Lena’s skirt and pulled it abruptly up and over her buttocks.

Lena was shivering all over now in complete excitement. She was cold, but the heat being generated in her pussy was unbelievable. The breeze from her skirt being lifted ruffled her panties and chilled them briefly, showing Lena just how wet she’d become. Mae could obviously see it too and slid a hand between her legs. Silently, she flicked Lena’s underwear to one side and slid her finger along the slippery fragrant skin, finding her entrance and dipping her finger in. Just once. She nuzzled Lena’s neck and it felt as though she were about to say something, but Mae pulled away instead.

Lena’s knickers were roughly yanked down, scraping her thighs and knees on the way past. The heat from Mae’s body disappeared as she moved away slightly. Lena tried to look around to see what was coming, but Mae had chosen to stand on the side where she couldn’t be seen. Lena was dripping with excitement, fear, and anticipation. This is what she had wanted after all. She had a pang of guilt when she saw the butterfly move down her arm toward her elbow which was also just out of sight. This was supposed to be with Angelo, but once again, her body had betrayed her, her selfish craving had taken her over. She banished the thoughts as time stopped with the sound of the air being sliced. Her senses pricked and she held her breath.

Thwack
. She squealed and wriggled as the sting took hold. Her buttocks felt as if they’d been cut open. Just as she was about to inhale,
thwack.
Another blow rocked her. She lost strength and began to sag against the tree, letting her arms take her weight. Again,
thwack.
Her ass was on fire, and she clenched her eyes tightly shut to keep the tears in.
Thwack.
Somewhere inside, she transcended the stinging and was overcome with fluidity. Her entire body felt like it had turned to liquid desire, here tied to this tree, being beaten by a cane she’d made herself.
Thwack
. She let herself melt and rejoiced in the flow of her juices down her thighs. Her clit was surging; sensations welled into the pit of her stomach and out over every erogenous tip of her skin. It was incredible. She wanted to share it. She wanted someone to lean into her and sink through her flesh and fuck her soul with theirs.

Mae seemed to hear her thoughts and flung herself against Lena’s back, humping and biting at her neck and shoulders. Lena’s world was just a whirlwind of spinning stars and shapes taking over her body. Mae reached through Lena’s legs and began to fuck her roughly with her fingers. Lena spread her legs and hung while the other woman rammed her hard, slamming against her and grinding her mound into Lena’s ass. Lena was suddenly centered in on her pussy, she became her pussy, opening up and engulfing Mae’s every thrust, taking it and building a deeper arousal with every one. The stars of her internal galaxy began to burst and surround her with their glittering lights as her climax welled and raged. With a last deep and powerful shove from Mae, Lena came. The stars diminished into gentle motes of light and drifted off while Mae shuddered behind her. They collapsed into the thick oak, panting and cooling in the September sun.

Mae pulled Lena’s skirt back down and slowly untied her, rubbing her wrists and hands to get the circulation back. As she did, she nuzzled into her elbow where the butterfly still lay.

Lena held her breath as Mae licked and tongued her sensitive flesh with her eyes closed. Just as she moved past the little creature, the tip of her tongue slipped out and caught the tiny proboscis. Lena froze. Mae’s kisses finally subsided and she opened her eyes smiling.

“Oh, that’s cute,” she said, touching the wing of the butterfly, barely registering its intricacy. She righted her clothing and handed the willow cane back to Lena. “See you later,” she said and walked briskly off toward the manor.

Lena sunk to the ground, barely aware of the fact that she had no knickers on and her privates were in extreme close proximity to the forest floor, debris, and insects.

She picked the butterfly off her arm with a deep sickening feeling. It had been contaminated. It contained Mae’s DNA.

Lena felt like she was going to throw up. Her beautiful gift was ruined.

* * * *

Lena’s bottom was still burning as she followed Marguerite to Angelo’s chamber. How could she have let this happen? He would see the welts and guess immediately. And the butterfly. Her heart sank further. As they reached the door, Lena took a deep breath and pasted the brightest smile she could muster over her face.

“Hello, gorgeous,” she said, floating through the door, trying not to limp.

Angelo stepped toward her and at once engulfed her in his embrace, kissing her dramatically, as if she’d been away for months. “I missed you.” He pulled away just long enough to smile then went back to devouring her.

“You too.” Lena felt cold and stiff as he nibbled and teased her skin, doing what he always did so expertly to turn her on. But she felt nothing, her body wasn’t responding. Guilt and fear of being exposed had diminished her arousal to zero. Why had she let Mae do that to her? She slithered away from Angelo’s advances and sank to the floor before him.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” he said in mock confusion.

“Just relax and enjoy.” Lena kept her head bowed so he wouldn’t see her face and pulled his robe apart to reveal his smooth, turgid cock. She leaned in and inhaled him, curling her arms around the backs of his thighs and staying there for a moment, feeling comforted.

His fingers raked into her hair and pulled her back a little. “Are you all right?”

She managed to cast him a smile, licking her lips. “Mmm-hmm.”

Taking his cock in both hands, she leaned in again and began to tease the tip with her tongue and lips. He tasted divine, and she began to give herself over to the sensations, giving all her focus to the way her mouth could wrap around the head of his beautiful dick and suckle him rhythmically. She imagined the view he had of her hair tangled around his fingers as he pushed her on to him.

Heat welled and transferred from her to him and back again, and she found her saliva was flowing. She coated the length of him in it and slid her fisted hands up and down in time with her mouth. She squeezed harder and she sucked deeper until she was just a mouth crammed with the man she adored. She wanted to take him deeper, she wanted him to fuck her mouth the same way he fucked her cunt. Lurching herself down the length of him, she opened her throat, letting him slip into it. She breathed hard through her nose and felt triumphant as his groans got louder and more intense.

Sucking him off so deep began to arouse her and she spread her knees and ground her pelvis into the same cushions that she’d used to bolster her painful butt cheeks. The sparkling motes of pleasure came falling around her as his fingers wrapped and intertwined more ferociously in her hair. Pumping him hard with one fist, she let her other hand drop to her open robe. She was soaking wet, and she grabbed her pussy lips and jammed them against her clit, rubbing around and around in time with the fellatio. She came hard and fast and kept thumping her head onto him over and over until at last she felt his balls constrict and surge. She pulled off him and grabbed the vial, still milking him hard with her fist, and pushed it over the tip of his dick just in time. He filled the beaker once more with his thick, creamy essence. When he finished, she took his softening cock in her mouth again and tasted him. He was sweet and salty and silky smooth. She rolled him about on her tongue, savoring every little nuance of flavor.

“I think we’d better put it in the portal now,” he said, gently prying her off.

She got up and flopped onto the bed and wrapped herself up in the thick, lush blankets. “Did you like that?” she asked, smiling.

“What do you think?” He pulled her into a big bear hug and grabbed her ass. Just when she was getting comfortable! She disguised her wince and yelp with a cough.

They lay in a soporific bliss until the squawking intercom broke the spell and gave them their minute’s warning.

“Too good to last…” Angelo said wistfully, and Lena sadly wondered if he hadn’t just voiced her own worst fears.