"Now don't act like a little fool," Clive cautioned her as he pulled her into the foyer of the mansion. She looked around in absolute awe. The marble statuary had to be worth a fortune. The paintings on the walls looked old and valuable. She didn't know enough about art to even begin to identify them, but she guessed that Mr. Strong did nothing by half measures. All were probably real. "Let me go, please!" she begged the butler.
"I… I'll do anything if you'll just let me go. I'll even suck you off again!" she said desperately. "I'll do anything you want, if you'll just give me a break."
Clive smiled thinly before he told her, "You'll do anything I say now. And Mr. Strong would be very mad if I took it upon myself to let you go free. I fear you're going to have to put up with him. And that bitch of his."
Carole looked at the man and suddenly felt stark terror. The way Clive talked, she was in for even worse than she'd gotten already at Mr. Strong's hands. And whoever the woman was he referred to, it was obvious he didn't care for her.
The girl allowed the butler to maneuver her up the staircase to a luxurious bedroom on the second floor. The bed was an old style, four poster and covered with a velvet bedspread that must have cost a fortune. Indeed, the entire room was lavish to the point of absurdity. But the thing that made Carole turn cold inside was dangling from the head of the bed.
A dog collar fastened to a chain. And that dog collar padlocked shut. She instinctively knew where it was going to be fastened, too. When Clive snapped it shut around her neck, she broke down and cried.
He gently patted her on the shoulder and tenderly said, "It'll be all right. Just do as they say and it'll be okay. I promise you."
She looked up and was surprised to find that the man meant what he said. She didn't understand it but he obviously felt something for her beyond what Mr. Strong did. Carole decided that she had an ally in Clive, although one who wasn't in a position to let her go free. Still, any friend in this cruel palace of love was better than none.
"Prepare yourself now. That slut of his will be coming along any time now to inspect you."
The words were hardly out of the butler's mouth when the door swung open on silent hinges and in strode a woman dressed entirely in black silk. The thin cape around her shoulders accentuated the thrust of her tits and outlined her ample curves. This was one beautiful woman. No high fashion model, she had meat on her and in all the right places. Tits were full, hips were surging with femaleness, body was trim and muscular – and the eyes were cold.
"So this is the new acquisition, eh?" she said. The words dripped ice. While the woman's carefully glossed lips smiled, there was no hint of it in her eyes. She was inspecting Carole as she would a piece of meat ready to be cooked for dinner.
"Yes, Miss Olson," Clive said obediently, but the inflection he used told Carole there was nothing but hatred between them. He hated the black clad woman as much as he desired to maintain his position with Mr. Strong.
"What is this place?" Carole blurted out. "You've got me chained to the bed like I'm some kind of a dog and my hands are still lied and I've been sold and humiliated and…" The slap across her face silenced her. She collapsed to the soft surface of the bed and looked up at Miss Olson with an shocked expression. No one had ever slapped her before. The surprise of it, more than the sudden pain, silenced her.
"No questions, bitch. You will simply do as you are told and like it. Nothing else is expected of you." Miss Olson crossed her arms just under her tits causing theme to spill over the ledge of her arms. The sight made Carole vaguely uneasy and she couldn't immediately figure out why.
Then she understood. As the woman talked, her nipples were slowly growing. Whatever she was thinking about the teenager, it was turning her on in a big way. Carole repressed a shudder when that knowledge penetrated her numbed brain.
"Will there be anything else, Miss Olson?" Clive said quietly. The look of hatred in his eyes wasn't missed by Miss Olson. She sneered a little at him and started to motion him away, then stopped.
"Yes, Clive. There is. I want her naked. Undress her for me. With your teeth. Only your teeth." The leer on the woman's lips was cruel and promised agony if the man didn't obey her instantly.
"I'm not one of the slaves around here, Miss Olson. I've been in Mr. Strong's employ for several years. You can't make me do that."
"And I've been in Mr. Strong's bed for some little while, Clive. You may be a valued employee, but I'm a bit more than that. But of course you are right. I can't force you to do such a terrible thing. I suppose I'll have to undress her myself. Where is the black snake whip? I'll use that since I'd hardly want to touch her loathsome body with my fingers."
Carole cringed at the words. The woman intended to rip her clothing off using a whip! A frightened glance at Clive confirmed what she feared. Miss Olson was capable of any cruelty.
"Why don't you be a good butler, Clive, and go fetch that whip for me? The one with the bloodstains on it. The last time I missed every now and then. I really must practice more." She licked her lips with the tip of her pink tongue, obviously enjoying both the girl's fear and the man's disgust.
"What do you want me to do? Tear her clothes off with my mouth?"
"Yes, Clive darling… You've got the idea marvelously well. Mr. Strong was right when he said there wasn't a more loyal man in the whole world than you. Just get in there and rip her clothes off – without using your hands." The last words had the sharp bite of command.
He glanced at Carole as if imploring her not to be afraid. The girl couldn't be anything but terrified at this turn of events. She knew that Clive had saved her a lot of bruises, welts and cuts from a whipping, hut she wondered what his motive was. None of them seemed like humanitarians around this awful place.
She cringed as Clive moved closer to her on the bed, his teeth cracking like a dog's. He bent down and gripped the neck of her blouse in his strong teeth and began pulling. She flinched away and this caused the top three buttons to go spinning off wildly, clattering onto the floor.
"Ah, the slut has such nice tits. So young, so firm. They will be a real pleasure to play with," said Miss Olson, moving closer to the bed. Carole didn't miss the telltale wetspot spreading from the woman's snatch. She was getting hot watching the forced striptease.
Clive gave another yank and sent the last three buttons tumbling onto the bed. With a couple of jerks, he managed to pull the teenager's blouse entirely off her milky white shoulders. Like all redheads, she had translucent white skin that looked like marble but was vastly warmer than any cold stone could ever be. As if on impulse, he sent his tongue stroking across her left nipple.
Carole gasped in surprise. And she was even more astounded when she felt that nipple begin to fill with excited blood. The way her knockers felt, they might explode with all the agitated blood pumping into them. When Clive drew his rough tongue across her nipple again, she sighed and laid back on the bed, forgetting all about the dog collar fastened around her neck, the way her hands were bound behind her back and even about the evil Miss Olson watching so closely.
"Ummm, dye, that's delicious," she purred like a contented kitten. "Do it some more."
"Don't, Clive," came the cold order from Miss Olson. "I don't want you to do anything but strip her clothes off with your teeth. Leave such pleasures for those of us who can truly enjoy them."
He shot her a look of pure hatred, then glanced up into Carole's green eyes as if silently shrugging, then went to work on her jeans. The tough denim was too thick for him to rip apart as he had her blouse. He had to lick across her belly, dipping once down into the deep depression of her navel, and then slide his tongue under the snap. With his lips and tongue he finally succeeded in doing the impossible – her jeans were unfastened.
"Lift your hips, bitch," came the distant voice of Miss Olson. "Let him get those awful things stripped from your body. It's simply too glorious to hide with cheap fabric."
Carole obeyed. She seemed to be in a daze. Nothing quite was real. The tongue stroking avidly across her belly had aroused her as had the touch of that rough oral digit across her nipples and down her tits, but the way Miss Olson commanded them was a jarring feature in an otherwise pleasurable world. She felt Clive pulling her jeans down her legs. HIS tongue lightly brushed the inside of her thigh and a tingle shot electrically throughout her body. Her pussy began to drool in anticipation of his tongue all over her snatch. She couldn't even contain the sighs of delight escaping from her lips.
"The cunt likes your mouth, it seems," said Miss Olson. "Rip those panties off her. NOW!"
Clive jerked in response to the snapped order. Carole screamed in pain as the panties fled her body. The elastic band was pulled to the maximum, then it broke but not after cutting harshly into her soft flesh. And the way the crotch of her panties cut into her pussy lips was a crime. She felt a sudden ice pick of sensation drive all the way up into her cunt. The pain almost made her pass out.
She opened pain-blurred eyes and stared at Clive. Her panties dangled from his lips like some dog's prize from a mailman's trousers. The sight would have been funny but she couldn't find it in herself to laugh at him. The way he felt had to be as bad as the way she felt. Being ordered by the austere Miss Olson wasn't very nice.
"You've done well, Clive. Now you may leave. I'll ring for you when I'm ready for you to further instruct this cunt."
"Why are you doing this to us?" blurted Carole. "I've never done anything to you! Whatever he's done to you to make you humiliate him like this is between the two of you. Leave me out!"
Miss Olson smiled and said, "Clive has done nothing to me. He wouldn't dare. Would you, dye darling? No, he doesn't have the balls to do anything. He's a servant. Just as you are, my dear. You're here on earth for people like Mr. Strong and me to use. And I fully intend to use you."
"That's… evil!" Carole cried, not being able to think of any other word that would fit the situation. This was beyond her experience. Sold into virtual slavery, raped by her father, forced to suck off the butler, now chained like an animal, she didn't know what to do next.
"Nonsense." Then, turning to Clive, Miss Olson snapped, "Leave us! Immediately. I'll ring when your services are required. My pretty-pretty and I really must get better acquainted."
Carole felt a rising tide of panic when she saw Clive silently leave the room. She wasn't sure she even liked him, but he was in the same predicament she was in. Both were under the thumb of this evil woman, subject to her whim.
"My, do you care so for him? We'll have to explore that relationship more fully. Later. It would be interesting watching him fuck your tight little cunt." Miss Olson came and sat on the bed. Her gentle hand stroked down the length of Carole's leg, the soft flesh flowing under her fingers like foam on the ocean. "So firm, so tender. And here!"
Carole screamed at the sudden intrusion of three fingers all the way up her cunt. The woman drove the fingers in even deeper and began to wiggle them, against the slippery walls of her cunt. The girl wanted to escape. The collar around her neck prevented it.
"Yes, here is nice and hot and quivery to the touch. I think you must have just recently been a virgin. This pussy is much too tight otherwise. Is that so?"
"Go to hell!" flared Carole. She writhed around the impaling spike of the woman's fingers. She felt like crying, but wouldn't give Miss Olson the satisfaction of seeing her openly cry like a child.
The girl vowed to take whatever the woman dished out and not whimper about it.
"Such language from one so young. Sixteen, yes, I remember that was what Mr. Strong said. And he told me to make sure you enjoyed your first day here at the house. I can see I will enjoy you."
She slipped full length onto the bed and spread the redhead's thighs as wide as possible. Burrowing into the vee of her legs, the woman's tongue lashed out and licked up tiny spires of pussy fur. Her tongue pressed hard into the girl's pussy lips then and made her gasp in reaction.
"You do like this, don't you, cunt? Well, you're going to get the tongue lashing of your life!"
The woman was true to her word. Carole felt the rough, wet tongue drive deep into her pussy, then wiggle around. This was infinitely more exciting than having the fingers cruelly thrust into her still-tender snatch. The toll her father had taken on her virgin cunt the day before had left her sore and aching. With the soothing roughness of the tongue surging in and out of her twat, she found a mixture of sensations impossible to describe.
She hated the woman. But she loved the way her tongue stimulated her. Miss Olson seemed to know all the right places to touch with a feathery caress, then to pound hard with her tongue. Each movement was designed to drive the teenager's desires to the breaking point. And the woman succeeded.
Carole sobbed loudly now, unable to put her words to lip. The wonderous sensations mounting in her belly were similar to those her father had built up when he was fucking her. She wondered if there was any release possible. The young girl had never had an orgasm in her life. The unfulfilled feeling left her frustrated and a little disappointed that this was all there was to fucking.
Rape wasn't the best way to start on a life of fucking, but she could have at least gotten her rocks off. Now, the woman's agile tongue drove into every fleshy crevice and stroked lewdly along the pussy lips guarding the cunt hole. She licked and slurped obscenely loud at the girl's flowing sex gash.
When she pursed her lips around Carole's cunt lips, then sucked hard, the girl thought she would lose her mind. The sensations ripping through her body were unlike anything she'd ever before experienced. She came for the first time.
"So," said Miss Olson, her lips covered with the gleaming cunt juice from Carole's twat, "you dig that, huh? You're going to love this!"
"Please, I… oh, ohhhh!" The girl's entire body tensed as the woman's tongue began a slow, methodical fucking. It drove in hard between the tensed, blood-engorged lips of her cunt to plunge far into her seething pussy. There, the rough, pink tongue swirled around like a berserk tornado touching each and every spot of those velvet hung cuntal walls. The retreat from her twat was as exciting to the girl as the entry. Miss Olson managed to make her tongue feel as if it were corkscrewing out.
Her tongue slipped under one edge of the blue-tinged pussy lip, then slid the entire length until she got to the front of the we. There, Carole's clit poked meekly up for a look. The woman's eager lips pounced on the tiny spire of erectile tissue. She pulled the straining organ into her mouth and gave it the full course of mouth love.
Lips caressed it. Teeth dragged harshly along its slick sides. A tongue batted it around as if it were a pea. Then the process was repeated, more intensely, more effectively. Carole came again. Her entire body exploded with desire. She felt her tits pumping hard with blood. Her belly tensed and the sexual frustrations she'd felt were allowed to run free for the first time.
She was woman. She knew the pleasures only a woman can experience. She crammed her snatch down into the woman's face for even more of this illicit lesbian lovemaking. The woman countered by draggging her tongue along the exterior of the girl's pussy lips.
"Please, Miss Olson," she begged. "Drive that tongue of yours back into me! I need it so badly."
"Tell me. Tell me exactly what you want!"
"I… I want your tongue in me, fucking my cunt. I need that tongue of yours inside me! Tongue fuck me, please!"
The girl was wild with desire. The woman's mouth had lit fires that refused to die down. Even though she'd gotten off a couple of times, she wanted more. This was the promise of fucking that had been denied her by all the events of the past few days. And now it was, going to be hers.
"Tongue fuck me as hard as you can! My cunt needs it!" she bellowed.
Then Carole realized Miss Olson was no longer between her legs. Nothing but a cool air current from the air conditioner stroked across her flame red pussy mound and agitated cunt lips. Opening her eyes, she saw Miss Olson standing by the door, licking the last of the pussy fluids from her lips.
"That's enough for now," Miss Olson said, then left.
Carole felt the fires of lust raging inside her and there wasn't a damned thing she could do to quench them. If she'd ever been more miserable in her life, she couldn't remember when.