Innocent (2 page)

‘They will be delivered shortly, Mistress,' Cianna answered.

‘Excellent,' Sulitea replied, ‘then we leave as it grows dark. There is no sense in unduly alarming the peasants. Now, there is the matter of service. Cianna, you will maid for Aeisla as you do for me, and I will have no reticence to create poor feeling. You had best get used to it, so kiss her tuppenny, now.'

‘Mistress?' Cianna queried, glancing doubtfully at Aeisla, who returned the uncertain look.

‘Kiss her,' Sulitea repeated. ‘Look, Cianna, do you suppose that I will forego the pleasure of your agile little tongue because Aeisla is with us? She and I were lovers before. You both enjoy such pleasures, so to feign modesty is merely foolish. Come, Aeisla, up with your skirts, let her kiss you, or better yet, lick you.'

‘I think, perhaps…' Aeisla began.

‘Then I will do it first, if you must be so coy,' Sulitea broke in. ‘Here, Cianna.'

Sulitea sat at a bench, pulling up her skirts and petticoats even as she did so. Beneath she wore drawers, of richly embroidered wool, which she pulled open, exposing the lace ruffles of her pantalettes, which in turn came open. Cianna swallowed as the plump, golden haired mound of her mistress' sex came on show. She could feel the blood rising in her cheeks, and cast another uncertain glance at Aeisla.

‘You do this all the time?' Aeisla asked.

Cianna nodded, unable to find words, burning with embarrassment that what she had always held as the most intimate secret between her mistress and herself should be so casually revealed.

‘She always was a slut,' Aeisla remarked to Cianna. ‘Lick her then, and when you are done I would be flattered for you to give me the same favour.'

Again Cianna nodded, her face colouring rapidly as she dropped to her knees in front of Sulitea, shut her eyes, and buried her face in warm, soft flesh. Sulitea sighed as Cianna's tongue found her clitoris, lapping at the little bud, with her own heat rising quickly at the sheer impropriety of what she was doing. It was common enough in the village, between sisters or the closest of friends, but always taboo. Never was it mentioned openly.

Sulitea let herself slide forward on the bench, pushing her sex into Cianna's face. In response Cianna began to lick lower, at the trim lips of her mistress' sex, then in moist hole. With a yet sharper pang of shame, she went lower still, dabbing at Sulitea's anus with her tongue tip.

‘Good girl,' Sulitea sighed. ‘She is licking my bottom ring, Aeisla. Delicious, Cianna, little pet, now in, clean in the hole. Yes, perfect.'

Cianna let her tongue tip burrow into the tight hole of Sulitea's anus, her face burning hotter than ever. She could taste her mistress' bottom, an acrid, earthy tang, not unfamiliar to her, but another intimate secret, now exposed to Aeisla. She did it anyway, probing and licking at the little hole until it was pink and shiny, before once more moving higher. Sulitea gave a contented purr as Cianna's tongue once more found her clitoris, reaching down to stroke the maid's hair. The gesture was immediately soothing, and Cianna licked more firmly, her feelings of admiration and love finally overcoming her shame. Again Sulitea sighed, her thighs tensing against Cianna's face, and she was coming, crying out in pleasure as Cianna's lapping reached a crescendo.

‘Glorious, beautiful,' Sulitea declared as Cianna finished with a kiss to her clitoris. ‘Now the same for Aeisla, little one. Why not kneel, Aeisla, let me admire your lovely bottom while she licks you.'

‘You always were imperious, Sulitea,' Aeisla answered. ‘Maybe I am not ready to be licked in so rude a position.'

‘Then get ready,' Sulitea said. ‘Spank her bottom if it pleases you, bare, by hand, for her shame. You always did enjoy reddening other women's bottoms.'

‘True,' Aeisla admitted, and rose.

Cianna looked up in fear and shame, her mouth open. Aeisla was too tall, too powerful to resist, even without her status. Facing the humiliating prospect of having her bare bottom spanked, she cast a last pleading look at her mistress. Sulitea merely smiled. Aeisla stretched, also smiling, casually confident in her strength, taking two long paces to where Cianna cowered by her mistress's legs, seating herself on the bench, grabbing Sulitea by the scruff of her neck and hurling her down across her lap.

The movement had been too fast to follow, and Cianna could only squeak in shock and scramble hastily back out of the way of her mistress's frantically kicking legs. Sulitea fought, screaming and scratching and threatening and begging, none of which made the least difference. Aeisla held her down easily, one handed, as her skirts and petticoats where lifted, her drawers and pantalettes pulled open, to expose her meaty white bottom. At that Sulitea went wild, thrashing crazily, but to no avail as Aisla cocked a knee up between her victim's thighs, spreading the ample white buttocks to display both tuppenny and bottom ring, still wet with Cianna's spittle.

‘Shall I… shall I fetch an implement?' Cianna enquired, certain that Aeisla could not be about to inflict the ultimate indignity of a bare bottomed hand spanking.

‘No,' Aeisla answered coolly. ‘I often used to spank her by hand before, and I shall do so now.'

‘No, Aeisla, this is unreasonable!' Sulitea blustered. ‘Not in front of my maid, Aeisla! I mean it! No!'

The last word trailed off in despair as Aeisla's hand smacked firmly down on Sulitea's naked bottom. The spanking began, firm and steady, Aeisla's palm applied hard to Sulitea's quivering cheeks. Cianna could only watch, mouth open in shock, trying to hide her delight at seeing her mistress spanked, and in such an ignominious way. Sulitea cheeks were well flared, showing everything, sex agape, bumhole winking in her pain, the chubby buttocks wobbling and bouncing, their milk-white skin turning rapidly pink.

Nor did Sulitea take it well, wriggling and squealing with no more dignity than any spanked peasant girl. She complained though, bitterly, in between her squeals of pain, alternately begging Aeisla to stop and threatening revenge. Aeisla took no notice, spanking merrily away until at last Sulitea's cries turned to sobs. At that Aeisla laughed, cocked her knee higher still to further spread her victim's thighs and casually pushed two fingers into Sulitea's sex. Sulitea groaned miserably, but she had stopped fighting.

Aeisla began to masturbate her victim, using her fingers to rub at Sulitea's clitoris and all the while pushing her thumb in and out of the wet vagina. In no time Sulitea's disconsolate little sobs had changed to sighs of pleasure, ending in a long, ecstatic scream as she was once more brought to orgasm. She was dropped immediately, to sit down on her hot bottom with a bump. Aeisla was grinning, indifferent to the look of angry reproach on Sulitea's face.

‘Now, Cianna,' Aeisla said, ‘if you wish, you may lick my tuppenny, but not as a servant, as a friend.'

‘I can never be anything more than a servant,' Cianna answered. ‘Not to you.'

‘I was a maid all my life,' Aeisla replied, ‘to the Demoiselle Elethrine Korismund. Surely Sulitea has told you this?'

‘Yes,' Cianna admitted.

‘Then why so timid?' Aeisla demanded, starting to pull up her skirts.

Cianna shrugged, pulling herself around and crawling closer as Aeisla spilt her drawers to reveal a rich tangle of deep red curls with the moist pink flesh of her sex clearly visible at the centre. Cianna could smell the rich, feminine scent, and found herself wanting to do it, both for pleasure and to abase herself before the woman who had dared to spank her mistress. Yet still she glanced at Sulitea.

‘Do it,' Sulitea ordered. ‘Why not? Now you have seen me thoroughly humiliated. Aeisla, now that you are a Reeveling you must seek to maintain respect for your rank among the low-born, mine also.'

Aeisla merely laughed, and reached out to take Cianna gently by the hair. Cianna went with the pressure, allowing her head to be pulled in to Aeisla's sex, rubbing her face in the wet folds before starting to lick. Aeisla's sex was neat, but her clitoris big, like the tip of finger, and upright, in the manner of a tiny, erect cock. Cianna kissed it, and sucked it in between her lips, making Aeisla gasp.

‘Beautiful, she is good,' Aeisla said. ‘Come, Sulitea, pull up her skirts, lick her bottom for her while she does me.'

‘I will do no such thing!' Sulitea snapped.

‘She is haughty isn't she,' Aeisla addressed Cianna, ‘and powerful too, but at heart she is gentle and a slut as well. Yes, like that. Now lower.'

Guessing what was wanted, Cianna dipped her tongue, dabbing at the tightly knotted flesh of Aeisla's bottom hole. She began to clean the little ring, with her gratitude and loyalty rising all the while, glad to be performing such an intimate service, proud that she should be permitted to do it.

‘There, Sulitea,' Aeisla said, ‘she is cleaning my bottom ring, as she did yours. You are a good girl, Cianna. Now higher again, make me come.'

Cianna obeyed immediately, lapping firmly at Aeisla's clitoris, to elicit a gasp, then a long, low moan of pleasure. Aeisla came, full in Cianna's face, calling out in her ecstasy with her eyes closed. The orgasm faded only slowly, Cianna still licking until at last Aeisla pushed her head gently away.

‘There,' Aeisla remarked, ‘now we should all get on perfectly.'

As dusk began to fall, Cianna found herself growing rapidly more frightened. If Sulitea had seemed less than awe inspiring bent red-bottomed across Aeisla's lap, Cianna's respect had quickly returned. Working casually, with no more concern that Cianna had shown in making the evening meal, Sulitea had summoned a colossal winged demon, a hideous, neckless thing with vast, leathery wings, which now crouched on the meadow. Unable to meet its malevolent red eyes, Cianna had stayed in the spire, pretending to go over the provisions which had been brought up from the village. Even Aeisla was clearly scared, feigning nonchalance, but staying well clear of the demon as she assembled a broad wooden cage to Sulitea's instructions.

Finally, Cianna was forced to approach the hideous being, to help lift the cage into place on its broad back and secure it with broad leather straps. Twice she touched its flesh, finding it cold and dry, quite unlike any ordinary creature. All the while it watched her, brilliant red eyes the size of her fists following her every move, so that when the time finally came to climb aboard she found her fear tempered by relief at being able to avoid its gaze.

Sat in the cage, she gripped the bars, Aeisla also, Sulitea standing at the front whispering to the demon, and using a long stick to tickle the it behind the ears. The cage shuddered, Cianna clutching her necklace as the demon pulled itself to its feet, its vast leathery wings unfolding to either side. She began to mumble prayers, her fingers flicking the little tooth cages along their thong. Sulitea called out and the demon began to walk, slow, long steps, each of which sent a shudder through the cage.

It turned, its back to Sulitea's spire, the meadow in front, a long line of grey-green with the darker woods to either side, ending in nothing where the ground fell away towards the village. Beyond was air, with distant mountains lit red as the setting sun caught their snow capped peaks, Cianna's last sight as she shut her eyes tight.

Sulitea called out, the demon once more began to walk, faster, breaking into a lumbering trot, a run, as fast as a man, as fast as a horse, impossibly fast with the air ripping at Cianna's clothes and hair. She clutched at the cage, screaming her fear into the wind as the demon hurled itself into the air, screaming again as the whole world tilted to one side. Her bladder burst in her terror, to spray piddle out between her thighs as the great demon turned on the air, swinging slowly towards the south.

All night Cianna rode the demon, gripping the bars of the ride cage in stark fear. No disaster overtook them, and in the face of Sulitea's open amusement she gradually relaxed. By dawn she had managed to gain enough control of herself to change her soiled dress and prepare breakfast, but with her eyes half-lidded to prevent herself from seeing outside the cage.

Aeisla had recovered more quickly, peering down from the edge of the cage with interest and occasionally exclaiming at some feature visible far below. At last Cianna's curiosity overcame her fear, and she crawled to the edge, peering down only to jerk sharply back at the sight of blue sea and jagged grey peaks an impossible distance below her.

Over the next two days her confidence rose slowly. The demon flew in long glides, broken by periods of climbing at places were warm air rose from the land below. Its broad back was stable, and still, save for the rare times when it was obliged to flex its wings. Even the rushing wind became familiar, and by the evening of the second day, while kneeling between Sulitea's spread thighs and busy with her tongue, she even managed to briefly forget where she was.

Sea passed beneath them, changing in tone from grey to green to blue, and land, jagged mountains, red desert. At one point two great volcanos were seen, on either side of a narrow strait, with smoke issuing from craters at their summits. On another an island appeared, with a round bay, in which rode ships seemingly no larger than toys. At noon on the third day they found themselves above a low green coast, which Sulitea declared to be the continent of Cypraea.

Choosing an island with no evidence of human habitation, Sulitea brought the demon down in a great spiral, Cianna keeping her eyes tight shut until at last the motion ceased. She opened them to find the demon squatting on a beach of fine golden sand, with blue sea to one side and tall trees each bearing a cluster of spiky fronds to the other. Sulitea was whispering to the demon, Aeisla fanning herself with a hand against the sudden heat.

‘He is stable,' Sulitea declared, swinging open the door of the cage. ‘Come down.'

She jumped to the sand, paused to scratch the demon behind an ear and strolled up the beach, Aeisla and Cianna following.