The Stallion (25 page)

Clarissa stared open-mouthed at her. Almost with reverence, her eyes skirted the creamy breasts and dark forest of pubic hair that was now exposed before her eyes.

‘Come on, my little sparrow,’ cooed Nadine as she undid the girl’s bulky dress. ‘We’re all girls together, aren’t we now?’

Clarissa couldn’t answer. Her mouth seemed powerless to close. As Nadine stripped her of her frumpy dress, her eyes stayed glued on Penny’s smooth skin. That is, until her own garments lay in a heavy heap on the floor.

Now Penny was amazed and Nadine looked amused. Beneath her dull exterior, Clarissa was wearing the smallest pair of red leather crotchless knickers she had ever seen. At the front they exposed a mass of dark-brown curly hair that burst forth from the opening like stuffing from a burst cushion.

Her bra was equally surprising. It was made of the same red leather as the knickers, but did nothing to keep her breasts in check. It simply held them in suspension, mere strips of wire and lace beneath heaving mounds of white virgin flesh. Dark-pink nipples and big areolae, stared menacingly forward.

‘Why Clarissa,’ laughed Nadine, ‘what a surprise you are. And you still a virgin!’

Clarissa blushed visibly. ‘I don’t know what my father’s told you, but
I
didn’t say I was.’

To Penny’s surprise, Nadine appeared either not to have heard what Clarissa had said or chose to ignore her. She seemed intent that all three of them entered the double doors.

‘Artificial devices will never replace the real thing, my little sweetie,’ said Nadine in a very matter-of-fact way. ‘I think we need to rectify that matter. Penny, take her hand. I’ll take the other.’

Penny did as Nadine ordered. She took one hand, Nadine the other. It was Nadine who threw the double doors open, but it was Penny who gasped more loudly than Clarissa. There, stretched out before them, was Gregory. Around his neck was a thick leather collar studded with silver. From the collar hung a chain which ran across the floor and disappeared into a half-open cupboard.

Gregory’s eyes met Penny’s before they drank in her naked body. His penis leapt with expectation.

Sharp nails dug into Penny’s arm and Nadine’s mouth whispered hoarsely against her ear. ‘Now, my pretty pussy, you are only here to watch, to witness.’

Penny tore her eyes from Gregory to the cool, pale ones so near to her face. She saw triumph in those eyes. She also saw a kind of revenge. She turned her gaze back to Gregory. In his face there was no apology for responding so easily and so well to her naked body. Like Alistair, he seemed submissive before Nadine, responsive to whatever game she wished to play.

Beside her Penny was aware of Clarissa breathing more heavily than she had been. Despite herself, she felt her own sex grow heavy as her eyes followed the subtle movements of Gregory’s rising stem from its glistening glans to its firm and forested root.

‘Just for you, my pretty pussy,’ she heard Nadine purr, whilst her cool hands caressed the nape of Penny’s neck. ‘This is just for you.’

Penny was so absorbed in the lounging body of Gregory, and soothed by Nadine’s long fingers, that she barely felt the chain collar fastened around her neck until Nadine yanked the trailing lead attached to it. Now she was flat against the wall, breath knocked out of her.

Nadine leant on her, still murmuring in her ear, her long fingers stroking her hot flesh. Even though her eyes were drawn to the gleaming body laid out on the thick Chinese carpet, she couldn’t help but respond to Nadine’s soothing hands and probing fingers. Then Nadine left her side. Penny tried to move, but her hands were as firmly fastened as her neck. She had been so absorbed with the sight of Gregory’s naked body and the touch of Nadine’s fingers that she hadn’t felt the steel clips encircle her wrists and bind her to the wall. Now she was flat against it and unable to move.

Nadine’s attention had turned to Clarissa.

Clarissa was shivering, though it wasn’t necessarily from fear or apprehension. Her big breasts trembled like twin jellies
against
the uneasy confines of her lurid bra, and the honey of her arousal added lustre to the inside of her thighs.

‘Now,’ said Nadine as she curved her arm around the shivering girl’s shoulder, ‘Gregory is here for your delight. You may do with him as you wish. Whatever you want is yours for the asking.’

Clarissa was speechless, and although Nadine was caressing her breasts – her fingers spreading in delicious sweeping movements across one then the other – Clarissa’s eyes were as fixed as Penny’s had been on Gregory’s upright stem.

‘Anything?’ Clarissa asked, her words trembling as much as her breasts.

‘Anything,’ murmured Nadine in reply.

Penny wanted to shout out some suggestions, but her throat had grown dry and, besides, she sensed that anything she had to suggest would not be appreciated by Nadine.

Gregory glanced apologetically at Penny, before responding to the tug on his neck-chain and getting to his feet. He stood before Clarissa, nakedly available.

‘Feel him,’ said Nadine to Clarissa, her hand tousling the girl’s shorn hair before running down over her back and sliding beneath the red leather knickers.

Clarissa’s lop-sided look seemed to disappear. In absorption, she had become beautiful, or at least enraptured. Hesitantly she reached out and touched the hardness of his smooth-skinned chest.

Penny imagined the effect of that delightful touch on both Gregory and Clarissa. She clenched her hands, buried her own fingertips in her palms as though
his
flesh was burning her rather than the short and rather plump girl who stood before him now. Yet she knew Gregory was enjoying this, and knew that he was as much caught in Nadine’s web as everyone else.

Clarissa, eyes bright and heavy breasts straining against what little held them in check, ran her hand over Gregory’s hard chest, tight ribcage and flat stomach. It came to a halt just above the golden curls that surrounded his heaving penis like a gilt halo. Her fingertips teased haltingly at the mass of soft, springy hair as though she were making a decision. Suddenly, as though such a decision had been reached, her fingers disappeared in his crinkled pubic hair before folding tentatively around his firm cock.

Penny saw his eyes flicker, his mouth open slightly to accommodate a greater intake of air. His stomach visibly tightened as did her own. She was not Clarissa, and yet she
was
her. Each movement Clarissa made was hers, each touch, each feeling Penny experienced as though it was her own.

Penny almost willed Clarissa to make her next move. She wanted to feel his hand upon her breast, and her heartbeat quickened as she saw Gregory raise his hand and encompass one of Clarissa’s swelling mounds. She heard Clarissa gasp, and felt as
she
was feeling. Clarissa’s gasp was her gasp, Clarissa’s murmur of joy – as his head bent to her breast and his mouth sucked at her nipple – belonged to her.

‘Open your legs,’ Nadine ordered. Clarissa obediently obliged. So did Penny.

‘Go down,’ Nadine ordered Gregory, pulling firmly on the chain that was attached to the collar around his neck. To Nadine and Penny’s surprise, Clarissa snatched the chain from Nadine’s hand. Her eyes were bright with excitement and her actions certainly not virginal.

Gregory almost fell to his knees, his mouth travelling from Clarissa’s breasts and down over her stomach. His hands were clenched over her wide buttocks.

‘Down to her pussy,’ ordered Nadine, her hand pushing down on his head.

Both Clarissa and Penny opened their legs wider, although it was Clarissa who threw her head back in ecstasy as his tongue flicked between the hairy folds of her sex and cajoled her dormant clitoris into life.

Penny now only watched and waited, an unbearable tension hanging in the air. She moaned in protest that she was not a participant in this scene, only a spectator.

The soft down on Nadine’s cheek rubbed against hers. Her breath and lips lightly brushed her cheek, but her voice was cruel.

‘You’re only here to witness, my pretty pussy,’ spat Nadine, her smile half-cracking her face, and her eyes glittering with delight.

Nadine unclipped Penny from the wall, and attached a fine chain to her neck collar; pulling her to her side, she ordered Penny to her knees whilst she sat herself down in a comfortable chair. Although Penny’s eyes were full of the scene before her, she was also aware of Nadine reaching out, and of the lights dimming. The room was plunged into semi-darkness. Only a pool of light stayed like an amber lake in the middle of the room to illuminate the tall, blond man and the short, dark girl.

Even though they were not truly alone, the very fact that their audience was beyond the pool of light and enveloped in shadows endowed the couple with confidence.

Clarissa, and, in her wake, Penny, gasped loudly as Gregory got to his feet and bent his mouth to Clarissa’s nipples and sucked first one, then the other.

As if to remind her that she played no physical part in the scenario, Penny felt a tug on her own chain. Without words, Nadine was telling her to be quiet, and she understood the reason why. Just the sound of one syllable would be enough to destroy the fragile exploration on which the two figures were embarking.

Accompanied by more intensive breathing, Gregory pushed a yielding Clarissa back against the plush comfort of a fat sofa. He spread one leg over the back of the settee, with the other still propped on the floor. His hands ran down from her breasts until they slid inside each parted half of her crotchless pants. They hid nothing; her pubic hair and her pink inner lips were open and moist. Dutifully, and in direct response to the moistness before his eyes, Gregory circled Clarissa’s clit before his finger edged into her open portal.

Penny wanted to cry out, but instead took a deep breath, almost as though it were she who smelt the heavy musk secreted by Clarissa’s willing body. She wanted to cry out again when she saw Gregory’s buttocks cover the yawning gap. Under cover of darkness, her own fingers dived to the moistness between her legs. But unseen hands, long and cool, intercepted her avid ministrations, gripped her wrists and held her tight.

‘No,’ whispered Nadine firmly.

So, with wet lips and staring eyes, Penny watched, yearning for the bucking behind to be above her hips, for the mangled cries of final climax to be hers and not the stocky girl with the military haircut and the lop-sided smile.

The pair lay sweating after, Gregory with his eyes closed, Clarissa with hers wide open. Not once did Penny see her look at Gregory’s face. Her eyes were firmly locked on his prick which, although recently used, was once again rising to prominence.

Nadine’s voice echoed in the darkness.

‘So you’ve lost your flower, my little sparrow! Now,’ she said, getting to her feet and dragging Penny with her, ‘now I will let you see the other ways a man may use you.’

There was a deep-red hassock immediately opposite the fat sofa. Rich watermarks of heavy taffeta were picked out by the muted lights before Penny’s hot flesh met the coldness of the material.

She gasped as the warmth of her breasts was cooled by the silky substance beneath her, aware of Nadine passing the chain that ran from the collar at her neck through the brass uprights of a fender which had padded velvet seats at each end and a cast-iron dog grate just beyond it. She felt her hands being hitched up behind her back and fastened with another chain to the collar around her neck. Automatically she opened her legs slightly, wanting Gregory to leave the side of the ungrateful Clarissa and slip his rising penis into her very moist passage.

Murmurs of delight caught in her throat and her hips undulated against the fingers that dipped into her cleft.

‘You see,’ she heard Nadine purr in that long drawn-out tone of hers. ‘See how you and this man have aroused her. See how wet her pussy has become, that pretty pussy that so wants to have what
you
have had.’

Penny heard Clarissa move, wished it were Gregory, then heard the intake of breath and guessed Clarissa was responding to Nadine’s invitation to inspect her damp and open nether regions.

‘Will you let her have it?’ she heard Clarissa say in an excited, almost reverent voice.

Nadine did not reply. Penny could visualise her smile, knew her eyes would be glittering and her teeth flashing white in her wide mouth. Instinctively, she also knew that Nadine would be shaking her head.

‘Come here, my adorable angel,’ she heard Nadine say.

Aroused in the knowledge that Gregory was moving towards her upended rear, Penny closed her eyes and tilted her behind just that little bit more.

‘Prepare her,’ she heard Nadine say. ‘She’s wet down here,’ Nadine continued, dipping her fingers again into Penny’s yearning sex. ‘Transfer it to here. This is where you will penetrate.’

As Nadine’s nails greased her puckered anus, Penny whimpered and writhed upon the red taffeta, her chains tinkling like fairy bells against the cold brass of the fireside fender.

Thicker fingers followed the same journey Nadine’s had travelled. Gregory’s fingers dipped tentatively, then more determinedly, into her willing portal.

She could not see his face, could not ascertain his responses, and yet she knew just by his breathing and the touch of his fingers that he was aroused and more than willing to fill her tightest hole.

Smears of her own fluid were spread between her buttocks, squeezed and pushed in suspended droplets into her rosebud opening. She welcomed them, clamping her halo of muscles against the intruding finger as it entered and lubricated her slim passage. Then, as it was withdrawn, she sighed and mewed with regret.

‘Take her,’ she heard Nadine say.

‘Push it in hard,’ she heard Clarissa say with rapt enthusiasm that would even, no doubt, surprise Nadine.

The warm nub of Gregory’s helmet nudged gently at her wincing hole, almost as though he were asking for entry.

‘
I said take her!
’ she heard Nadine cry before the rushing hiss of a whip descended through the air and cracked upon Gregory’s clenched behind.