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Shivering Forest: Part 1 - The New Initiate FFF/F
Claire Trimil tugged at her dress nervously as she watched yet another woman, so beautiful she couldn’t have put it into words, stride past the open doorway. Every 20 years, the most beautiful woman in the village was given as tribute to the witch of the Shivering Forest in return for guaranteed prosperity for the next twenty. Since she turned twelve, the village had selected her, drilled her on her duty to the people, taught her decorum, pampered with the best foods, clothes, makeup, and provided a dedicated regiment that would keep her beautiful until the grand day arrived. Still 18 for another few months, she was the right age, and given every advantage to make sure she would be an appropriate offering.
Now, however, she looked down upon her pale yellow dress, and cringed. The fine stitching by the ladies of the village couldn’t compare to the sheer silk the few ladies she had seen had been wearing.
More than that, she couldn’t help comparing herself to the women of this strange place, finding herself lacking at the sight of every new woman that passed by.
Turning, she stood in front of one of the large standing mirrors in the waiting area. Rocking to her toes, she grimaced. At 5’7’’ was depressingly average. Her creamy skin would be pleasant, though she couldn’t help but feel self conscious of the coating of freckles dotting every inch of her skin. They covered her arms, and dusted her face liberally. Tugging and pulling at her dress pressed her freckle covered breasts upward, showing a whole inch of cleavage. Her face blossomed bright red as the blush suffused her face, neck and chest.
Get it together Clair, she chided herself.
Giving up on what she couldn’t change, she began fussing her hands through her hair. Despite her ministrations, the bright red locks refused direction. It was as though the curls themselves were that of a wild beast, refusing to be tamed. The village women had worked so hard to get the curls right, yet only a short trip in that strange cart and already her hair was a mess.
“Gotcha!”
The sudden arrival of the rich voice followed by a pair of strong arms wrapping around her waist made Claire squeal as her feet lifted off the ground. Claire’s squeal turned into a peal of laughter as she felt long strong fingers squeeze the flesh along her sides. The arms wrapped around her waist were as strong as tree limbs holding her in place while the tips of long fingers continued digging into the spaces between her ribs in a maddening pattern. Her heavy boots kicked wildly in panic, more laughter was wrenched from her throat. Claire’s hands grabbed onto the arms encircling her waist, jerking and pulling, desperate to escape. Her struggles were like that of a childs as the fingers continued kneading her sides like raw dough, pulling out wave after wave of squealing laughter from her chest. She twisted and thrashed, all to no avail. As suddenly as it had started, the tickling stopped.
She felt the light brush of her own hair being pulled aside, the gentle touch of lips dusting across the side of her neck sending a wave of goosebumps across her flesh.
“Welcome to the Shivering Forest. Welcome to the twisted green. The Mistress has been eagerly awaiting a new apprentice.”
The fingers squeezed one more time forcing out a squeak of sound from her lips no dignified lady would ever allow herself to illicit.
Feet finally placed back on the ground, Claire danced backward, frightened the strange attack would begin again. Claire pulled the bright red hair from her face and took in her attacker.
The woman with the sultry voice stood tall, hands on her hips in a pose that somehow signaled victory. She was a towering woman, over 6’ tall, dark ebony skin, and a trail of long braids falling down her back. Each braid was laced with a different colored ribbon with small beads securing the ends. Beyond the beads, tiny tufts of loose hair hung, brushing across her back and sides as she shifted while the sound of the beads tinkling made her wonder how the woman had managed to sneak up on her.
The woman’s form was sleek and fit, shown off by a pair of dark green pants that hugged her form so tightly that Claire felt the familiar wave of heat rising in her own face with sympathetic embarrassment. The woman wore a vest across her top that left her midriff exposed while pressing her modest chest upwards in a manner somehow alluring.
“I’m Lumi, senior apprentice,” the lanky woman announced, an amused smile on her face.
Claire took a long breath, squaring herself into proper decorum and posture. Whatever this strange woman’s actions, she was here for a purpose. She would fulfill her purpose and buy the prosperity her town needed.
“I am Claire Trimil of Rivermaw village. I humbly offer myself in to the Witch of the Shivering Forest, that I may guarantee prosperity and safety for…”
“Your got a stick farther up your ass than Masa when she started,” Lumi interrupted, chuckling as Claire’s face once again turned a brilliant shade of red. “I’m thinking you might break like she did too.”
Lumi’s lips twisted into a smile that sent shivers down her spine.
“Ah..wha…What?” Claire spluttered.
“Thank you for your sacrifice…bla bla bla…Tribute…bla bla…protection…bla bla…and prosperity for your village,” Lumi said In a suddenly sarcastic tone while rolling her eyes. “Come on Farm girl. Lets get a move on.”
Lumi turned taking a few steps, stopping when she realized Claire hadn’t followed her. Turning, an eager smile grew on her lips, her eyes narrowed as she took in the static Claire.
“Hey Farmgirl,” Lumi drawled, mockingly. “You going to walk with me, or do I get to make you?”
Claire felt the heat run up from her chest, her heart fluttering oddly. A complex mix of emotions filled through her as she struggled to understand. Fear, embarrassment, anger, and…anticipation?
“My legs work just fine,” she announced, annoyed with the woman’s blatant provocation.
“Got a spine hidden under all that soft pampered flesh don’t you, Farmgirl,” Lumi replied, her smile only growing wider, “and I can’t wait to see those ‘working’ legs of yours in use.”
The comment confused Claire, but Lumi didn’t pause long enough for her to puzzle it out as her long legs began taking her forward and away from Claire.
Claire darted forward, her shorter legs bustling to keep up with the taller woman.
“My name is Claire,” she huffed, noting it took almost two of her strides to equal just one of Lumis. “Not ‘Farm Girl’.”
“You’re Farmgirl to me till you prove otherwise,” Lumi called back, unaffected by Claire’s declaration.
Claire sniffed her displeasure, but found she needed most of her attention just to keep up with the strange woman. The gently curving hallways, twists and turns quickly had her lost in the maze of this strange place.
While she hadn’t been allowed to look out of the carriage during her trip here, she had been more than a little awed at the strange structure. Smooth floors seemed made completely from a single piece of wood, the lines across unbroken no matter how hard she looked for the pattern. The walls all looked as if grown from a tree, twisted green vines decorating some walls while rich tapestries decorated others. It was a strange collection of fine modern accouterments and strange alien architecture. None of the doors they passed seemed to have handles on them, and the few open doorways seemed to have no doors at all.
Another oddity were the few people she had seen. The place was certainly far from barren. Women of every size, color, and shape strolled through the hallways or sat in small groups doing various tasks. She even thought she saw an elf woman playing some strange instrument, but Lumi took her past too fast for her to be entirely sure.
The sudden piercing scream echoing down the hallway startled Claire, her heart jumping practically out of her chest.
Lumi smiled at her reaction, dropping back with a long stride, and grabbed her wrist. and pulled her forward while sporting a sly grin.
“It’d be good for you to see this,” Lumi chuckled, pulling her forward with a sly grin. “Before you see the Mistress.”
Lumi pulled her around a corner, and to an open doorway large enough to fit an entire horse and cart through. Claire froze in shock as she caught sight of what stood beyond the doorway.
A woman with dirty blond, tanned skin, and breasts three times the size of her own was hanging like a chandelier in the center of the room. The woman’s body had been hung facing downward in what looked to Claire like a remarkably uncomfortable position. A series of golden chains and leather straps connected the woman to the the large circular frame above. A jeweled golden collar wrapped around her neck as golden shackles around her ankles and wrists had been secured to various looping chains and leather straps that wrapped about her thighs and biceps. Her back remained arched as her body was only supported by the leather straps securing her upper arms and thighs. The shackles, chains, and leather spread the woman’s limbs outward, her torso hanging between, her stomach slightly distended by gravity as her large breasts swayed while the woman shivered and twitched.
The woman arched her back, her head straining upward as if begging some higher power. Her mouth hung open, eyes squeezed shut, her whole body shuddering and shaking. A stuttering gasp ratchet inward as three dark haired women, each beautiful in their own way, attended the blond figure.
One of the women lay on a bench directly below the blond woman, a strange glove with what looked like paint brush bristles on each digit brushed across the woman’s dangling breasts. As one hand brushed lightly across the left breast, dancing across the underside of it, the other hand circled the areola, teasingly avoiding it for long moments before randomly brushing a single finger across the hardened nipple. Each time, the blond’s head jerked to the side eliciting another groan followed by a shuddering gasp for air.
A second woman stood on a rolling ladder, what looked like a feathered quill in one hand, poised above the blonds left foot while her other hand kneaded the blond’s wrinkled arch slowly and firmly. The woman’s eyes watched the blond’s shuddering with a keen eye and a small viscous smirk as she tenderly massaged the bound foot. The quill danced in her hand as if eager to be used, though for what purpose Claire couldn’t fathom.
The third and final woman sat upon a stool positioned between the blond’s open legs. Claire couldn’t tell from the way the blond’s thighs were twitching whether it was pleasurable or tortuous, but the woman was engaging both hands actively while her head also seemed engaged between the woman’s spread legs.
A strange rush of emotions flooded Claire again as she looked upon the woman, confused as a subtle shudder raced downward, from her chest, through her stomach, and made her thighs squeezed together for a brief moment. Her own hand twitched toward her lower abdomen before she caught herself, restraining the strange urge she couldn’t understand.
“What is this?” she breathed, terror and something else shaking her voice.
Instead of answering, Lumi held up one finger to her lips indicating quiet.
“That troublemaking blond wench is Masa,” Lumi said, a dark flash annoyance followed by a mischievous smirk passing across her face. “Keep your eyes open and your mouth shut. From the look on her face, she’s getting close. I’ll explain more after…”
The blond’s breath sped up, her gasps coming faster, brilliant blue eyes opening as her body shivered, her hips flexing and thrusting in tune with the third woman’s ministrations.
“Guhaaa, haaa, mmmhhaa…”
The noises escaping the blond’s lips were guttural and animalistic in nature as sweat dripped down her face, her hair and breasts swaying as she pulled at her bonds.
The woman at her breasts increased the rate of her fingers dancing across the tanned skin of her breasts as they swayed and jiggled under her light touches. Each finger brush now circled the two nipples, dancing across, above and below before returning again. As the blond’s gasps continued to increase, small giggles of laughter broke through the deep gasping moans. Claire watched in fascination as the woman slid downward, tenderly opening her mouth below one pert nipple. Dancing her fingers across the underside of the breast, her mouth hovered under the nipple, the swaying of the breast making the tip brush against the red lips making the blond shudder as she tried in vain to pull her torso down toward the woman’s waiting mouth. With a sudden motion, the pink tongue darted out, licking the nub eliciting a sharp hiss of air followed by a frustrated moan from the blond. Just as her torso began to press downward seeking for the mouth once again, the woman took the nipple in her mouth and began sliding her tong across the tip with vigor. The blond’s guttural sounds rose in pitch while deepening in desperation. Every muscle in the woman’s body seemed to shudder.
A motion from the woman with the quill caught Claire’s attention and she found herself caught in the woman’s stare. Holding Claire’s gaze with an intensity she could feel all the way down to her toes, the woman suddenly broke out into a mad smile that left no doubt of her malicious intentions. The soft giggle that came from her mouth sent a shiver of dread down Claire’s spine.
At the small giggle, the atmosphere in the room changed.
“No, no, no, no, no. Please. I’m almost…uuughh…almost…mmmmhhhh…Plehehease let me…” The blond woman begged as her hips thrusted and her body quivered.
The blond woman was cut off from her panicked pleading as all three of the women’s motions changed. Gone were the gentle ministrations replaced by a furious assault.
The woman on the stool took her fingers and curled them across and between the now squirming toes. With a sharp pull, the tanned toes were pulled backward, securing the foot firmly into place. Then, the quill came down, its firm rounded point dimpling the ball of the foot just below the big toe. Small circles at first slowly grew, becoming larger, more insistent, as it was drawn across the skin. It dragged its way across and just under each toe before slowly and methodically making a slow pattern downward across the wrinkled and desperately jerking arch. The toes flexed and bent, trying to dislodge the woman’s grip but to no avail. The woman’s fingers were like vices pulling back the foot, stretching tight the wrinkles across her arches. The feather dragged downward across the arch on a slow path down toward her heel. Both the foot and entire leg began twitching, her trapped foot straining against the woman’s iron grip.
As the quill made its way downward across the straining arch of the foot, the woman’s mad smile widened watching as the blond’s panic increased. Pressing the quill into the woman’s heel, she paused for just a moment, building to the moment. The woman looked up, meeting Claire’s eyes for a heartbeat of a moment that seemed to stretch. The quill dimpled the skin as the woman began to rapidly poked the stiff quill into the exposed and helpless foot.
“Aaaahahah…” the Masa squealed, her whole leg spasming setting her ample buttox to wiggle and shake which did nothing to prevent the torture being visited upon her heel.
The woman who had before been playing with the blond’s breasts waited until Masa’s leg was spasming before she decided to shift her own focus. Each hand, once dancing across dangling breasts now wandered downward across the woman’s stretched stomach. Gentle brushes across the sensitive skin made Masa jump in her bindings, a squeal and a giggle momentarily interrupting her violent laughter. The woman smiled at the reaction, then proceeded to dip one finger into the woman’s navel. This time, the blond’s entire body jerked violently away only for gravity and her straps to pull her back down onto the woman’s brush tipped finger. The other hand continued to dance across her belly, flickering a pattern below her belly button, lower and lower before returning. She too paused, her fingers wiggling a hair’s breadth above the skin as they wandered upward until they dusted the sides of her large breasts. Gloved finger dancing across the side while the blond woman began jerking back and forth, squealing each time the soft tips feathered across her skin. Side to side Masa twisted, trying to escape, but growing more desperate as the finger inched closer to her exposed and vulnerable underarms.
Claire felt her arms squeeze against her sides as she watched the small brushes agonizingly slowly inch towards the hairless underarms. She could almost feel the soft brushed against her own skin. She shivered despite the heat that rose turning her face red as she watched Masa’s desperation ratchet up the closer they came. When the fingers finally arrived, they danced gleefully across the soft pale flesh, the small brushes gliding across the hollows with playful abandon. The sudden agonizing yell that ripped from the blond’s mouth was long and extended, finally turning into frantic laughter that filled the room.
The peals of desperate laughter continued pouring from the blond woman as she screamed, snorted, and bucked, the two women continuing to tickle and tease her vulnerable regions with dark smiles on their face. The golden chains jingled as every muscle in her body thrashed, seeking for some measure of escape only to find no release.
Claire drew a ragged breath in, her body reacting to the sight in terror while her mind couldn’t help but be aware of a strange fascination blooming within her.
“Ifrit, Dew, Gaia, or Skadi?”
Startled, Claire had forgotten about the third woman until she had spoken. Unlike the other two, the third had stopped her ministrations completely, content to watch as the desperate woman thrashed with uncontrollable laughter.
Claire hadn’t thought Masa still capable of speech at that point. Somehow, with a quill being cruelly dragged across her foot in increasingly wild patterns and pair of hands feathering and kneading every ticklish spot across her torso, the Blond woman managed to respond.
“Aaaaahahah…Dehehew…[Gasp]...Dew...I want Dehehehehww…”
The third woman smiled, her mad smile matching the other with an evil glee that terrified Claire.
The third woman then pulled something from behind her. It had an organic yet somehow unnatural look to it. A stick, no thicker than her finger, topped with five inches of pink material that seemed to twist and vibrate of it’s own accord. A green glow flowed up across the stick until it reached the thicker pink material. The pink material, subtly flowing and shifting before, shivered with what looked like hair thin bristles standing on end, each dancing wildly.
The third woman glanced at Claire, her mad smile deepening as spoke in a cloying tone.
“You’re so mean Lumi,” the woman cooed, her smile only deepening into malicious glee “You are going to terrify the poor newbee.”
Masa’s eyes bulged, her head jerking to the side, striking blue eyes panicking as seeing Lumi standing before her.
“Lumi…ahahaha…Ih…I can explain…grraahahahah…please I can…eeeeehehehe…”
Lumi gave Masa a small glare and mischievous smile. With a casual grace that blatantly put on a show of uncaring, she gestured to the woman sitting between Masa’s spread legs.
“The very bottom of her crack is a weak spot,” Lumi said lazily.
The third woman smiled, beginning to lower the odd pink bristles toward the tanned flesh of her buttox.
The Blond woman’s eyes bulged, her head beginning to thrash more violently as desperation began to mount.
“I’m sorry…[snort]...gahaha…I’m sorry Lumi…hahah…”
“Prove it,” Lumi cooed. “Ifrit?”
“I’v already…gaaaahahah…please…I’ve…”
“Prove it,” Lumi sang with a teasing lilt.
Masa bucked and thrashed, her hair falling in front of her face, sweat making the long blond hair hang in thin ropes, swaying with her struggles.
“Ifrit…[Gasp]...Haha…plehehease…Ifrit!”
Lumi smiled, giving the woman between Masa’s legs a small nod.
“Didn’t think you’d be up for another round,” The third woman chuckled. “Since you asked so nicely.”
After a final pause in what Claire could only feel was cruelty visited upon cruelty, the strange bristles vibrating on the stick came down at the top of the crack yet between the blond’s two smooth cheeks. Instead of simply vibrating as Claire had expected, the bristles seemed to dive downward, each bristle reaching toward the tanned skin as if craving to caress and touch. The stick itself was thinner than Claire had assumed, easily slipping down deeper between the two pert mounds of flesh and muscle as the small bristles vibrated and danced, all the more eager now that they had found skin to touch.
The blond’s former laughter, thrashing, and screams paled in comparison the utter desperate shriek that tore from her throat. Whatever the bristles were doing as they delved deeper into her crack, it elicited the high pitched scream that was what drew Lumi and Claire to this room only minutes earlier. This time however, the scream rose in pitch as the bristled stick was slowly dragged downward through the crack, inching downward toward what Lumi claimed was a ‘weak spot.’
Claire watched in fascination and horror as the three viciously tortured the girl bound between them.
Not to be outdone, and having become bored with simply torturing the blond’s arches and sole, the woman had the blond’s third toe grasped tightly between her fingers, the quill poking and dancing across the tip only to spread the toes and dart the firm quill in between, alternating slow and fast patterns.
The woman laying below, enjoying the woman’s torso now had her legs wrapped around the blond’s back, pulling and stretching the arched back further, stretching Masa’s stomach further as her hands danced across her tummy. One moment the brushes lightly danced across her sides, over her belly button, then down lower, always just avoiding the dancing and thrusting crotch below. Once in a while she would dig her gloved digit into the blond’s belly button, or would squeeze the woman’s side. Each always elicited an especially violent jerk followed by a peal of laughter, or a scream of helpless frustration.
Meanwhile, the woman between the blond’s legs slowly worked the stick back upward toward her back, then slowly down through the cavern between her round cheeks, teasing and drawing out the moment much to Masa’s clear dismay. Claire saw the woman’s free hand dragging her nails slowly across the Masa’s back while licking her lips, her own body reacting suggestively to the act.
Ever so slowly, methodically, Claire watched as the third woman dragged the vibrating bristles downward. The blond’s body continued to buck against their restraints, her laughter and screams higher pitched than ever as the pink bristles skittered relentlessly. As they reached the bottom, Masa’s whole body reacted. Not even capable of thrashing, her body began to spasm, no longer jerking violently, but rather frozen in a twitching mess that rattled the chains and left Masa alternately screaming in desperation, cackling in huge hiccups of laughter, or sobbing with tears streaming down her face.
Claire moved slightly, needing to see what was driving the blond woman beyond sense.
The pink bristle stick was sitting, pressed firmly at the bare skin between her but and her sex, little pink fibers touching, poking, and stroking the clearly sensitive skin. At the bottom of her crack and the skin between her spread legs, the fibers seemed to delight in their work. The woman let the pink bristles just barely touch the lower edge of her sex, just barely brushing the edge of the womanly lips, but refused to allow them to move any further. Claire couldn’t help staring, fascinated while the tanned legs quivered and shook. Chains rattled, muscles flexed, and the blond’s hips thrust in futility at the air while the pink bristles continued sinking lower and lower, closer and closer, yet never quite touching the woman’s point of pleasure.
“Ok, ok, ok…ghaaahahah…Gaiahahaha…Gaiah, for god’s sakes…Plehehehse…GAIAH!”
“Told you I was better than Bondalia,” the woman cooed, fully satisfied with herself. “But I wonder. Do you really deserve…”
“Tess.”
Lumi’s rich voice came out softly, but with a warning tone that caused the third woman to start.
“This is a reward session, correct?” Lumi queried as she walked over to the suspended blond.
Lumi lifted Masa’s head, staring into the blond’s vibrant blue eyes. Tears streamed down her face, her eyes turning red as she looked pleadingly to the tall ebony woman. How she managed to meet Lumi’s eyes even as her body thrashed Claire couldn’t imagine. The screams of laughter erupting from her mouth, sweat dripping down her face, the startling blue eyes still managed to hold to Lumi’s stare.
The three women continued their torture, but looked toward Lumi, a question in their faces.
“Scorched earth?” Lumi asked the screaming woman.
“Yeeeees…yes, yes, yes…” the blond suddenly started begging, her hips increasing their thrusting, her jerking movements becoming more violent, more insistent.
Lumi smiled.
“Watch closely Claire,” Lumi said, never taking her eyes from the blond’s face. “This is a wonderful opportunity to start your education.”
Lumi unlatched something from the metal ring above, quickly securing it around the blond’s head, pulling it back and somehow securing it to the chain.
“Little help Nymphy,” Lumi called, pressing her palm to the ground.
Claire gasped as something grew from the ground. First it looked like a vine, then like the trunk of a small tree. Growing up, it quickly parted, wrapping around the golden collar and then up onto the golden chain.
The blond’s body continued to buck and thrash, but her head was now secured, completely immobile. Clara’s bright blue eyes bulged, darting wildly side to side, though Claire couldn’t tell if it was from terror, or anticipation.
From her tight vest Lumi produced one stick that looked like miniature versions of the pink stick that was continuing to saw slowly up and down between the blond’s legs.
“On my count,” Lumi said, smiling wickedly as the blond watched helplessly. “Five, Four,...Now”
The woman playing with the blond’s feet abandoned her quill, instead raking black painted nails across the helpless food frantically, digging the nails into the wrinkled soles before pulling back her toes to scratch underneath each. The woman below grabbed the blond’s hips, digging her thumbs into the tender flesh. The one between her legs suddenly shoved the pink stick directly into the folds of the blond’s sex.
A sound Claire couldn’t believe had come from a human ripped from the blond’s throat. Clair hadn’t noticed that her hand was now pressed tightly against her dress, pressed against the space between her thighs, her other hand pressed against her chest as her mouth hung slightly open.
Claire breathed faster as she watched the large breasts dangling and wiggling with each convulsion. The blond’s butt cheeks wobbled like pudding as her hips thrust forward against the pink bristles now dancing both across her inner thighs as well as deep within the folds of her sex. The pink fronds were sawed in and out at a quickening pace as the third woman seemed to flex her own body with the motion, clearly enjoying the power she wielded.
During all of this, it was Lumi that caught her attention once again. Reaching forward, Lumi dipped the small pink tuft into Masa’s ears. The small fronds began dancing happily as Lumi slowly inserted the small frond into the ear canal. Unable to move her head even an inch, Claire could see the desperation in Masa’s eyes, the tears streaming down her face. Lumi pressed her face against the blond’s jaw, trailing a series of kissed under her chin and across her cheeks.
“Stay with me now,” Lumi cooed, kissing across the underside of her jaw. One hand walked down her neck, across the top of her dangling breast before pausing, the stiff nipple brushing against Lumi’s long fingers. With a sudden burst of motion, Lumi pressed her lips against the blond’s face while her fingers pinched both nipples hard between her fingers.
The blond’s body stopped thrashing, her form suddenly locking into place, every muscle flexing and straining. A muffled sound came from Masa’s throat, prevented from escaping by Lumi’s deep kiss. It was an unintelligible mix of groan, laugh, and sob that made Claire’s thighs twitch. The moment lasted for what seemed an eternity as every woman froze.
Lumi pulled back, taking the pink frond from Masa’s ear as her finger traced the blond’s face in an endearing gesture.
“Thank you,” Masa said, panting.
Lumi stared a moment longer before giving a nod and a smile to the suspended woman. Lumi bent forward for another kiss, her long fingers trailing delicately down her neck, across her collar bone, and pausing just under her dangling breasts.
“Any time Masa,” Lumi said, then put on a mocking expression. “I’m a little annoyed you didn’t include me from the beginning though.” Lumi quickly spidered her finger across Masa’s sensitive nipples.
Masa giggled at the touch, squirming under Lumi’s long, dancing fingers
“You’re so busy all the time now,” the blond tried to pout, only for her giggling to ruin the effect.”You dohohon’t have time for…eek…eheheh…and you’ve got the n….n…new girl now. You don’t have any time for…ahahah…stop that. I’m extra sensitive right…eek…hahaha…”
Lumi pulled her hands back with a pleased grin, cupping Masa’s face and pulling her own close.
“I’m sorry you’re feeling neglected,” Lumi said. “After I get the new girl set up, I promise to make it up to you.”
The blond’s blue eyes flickered with excitement.
“It’s a promise,” Masa replied eagerly.
Lumi spidered her long fingers one last time across Masa’s breasts, eliciting another squeal of giggles, then a final farewell kiss before turning back to Claire.
Lumi’s tender smile morphed into a wicked grin as her eyes widened as if discovering a new toy.
“Already?” Lumi declared, taking in Claire. “Usually takes longer.”
Confused, Claire tracked Lumi’s gaze down to her own body. One of her hands was pressed against her breast, two fingers pressing through her dress against one nipple, the wool scratching against her skin in a way that sent shivers through her chest. Her other hand was pressed firmly between her legs, her dress caught between her own thighs in an absolutely unacceptable manner.
Snatching her hands away, she fought back the rising blush that decorated her skin unsuccessfully.
“Time to meet the Mistress.” Lumi chuckled. “Don’t worry Farm Girl,You are going to fit in just fine here.”
Claire Trimil tugged at her dress nervously as she watched yet another woman, so beautiful she couldn’t have put it into words, stride past the open doorway. Every 20 years, the most beautiful woman in the village was given as tribute to the witch of the Shivering Forest in return for guaranteed prosperity for the next twenty. Since she turned twelve, the village had selected her, drilled her on her duty to the people, taught her decorum, pampered with the best foods, clothes, makeup, and provided a dedicated regiment that would keep her beautiful until the grand day arrived. Still 18 for another few months, she was the right age, and given every advantage to make sure she would be an appropriate offering.
Now, however, she looked down upon her pale yellow dress, and cringed. The fine stitching by the ladies of the village couldn’t compare to the sheer silk the few ladies she had seen had been wearing.
More than that, she couldn’t help comparing herself to the women of this strange place, finding herself lacking at the sight of every new woman that passed by.
Turning, she stood in front of one of the large standing mirrors in the waiting area. Rocking to her toes, she grimaced. At 5’7’’ was depressingly average. Her creamy skin would be pleasant, though she couldn’t help but feel self conscious of the coating of freckles dotting every inch of her skin. They covered her arms, and dusted her face liberally. Tugging and pulling at her dress pressed her freckle covered breasts upward, showing a whole inch of cleavage. Her face blossomed bright red as the blush suffused her face, neck and chest.
Get it together Clair, she chided herself.
Giving up on what she couldn’t change, she began fussing her hands through her hair. Despite her ministrations, the bright red locks refused direction. It was as though the curls themselves were that of a wild beast, refusing to be tamed. The village women had worked so hard to get the curls right, yet only a short trip in that strange cart and already her hair was a mess.
“Gotcha!”
The sudden arrival of the rich voice followed by a pair of strong arms wrapping around her waist made Claire squeal as her feet lifted off the ground. Claire’s squeal turned into a peal of laughter as she felt long strong fingers squeeze the flesh along her sides. The arms wrapped around her waist were as strong as tree limbs holding her in place while the tips of long fingers continued digging into the spaces between her ribs in a maddening pattern. Her heavy boots kicked wildly in panic, more laughter was wrenched from her throat. Claire’s hands grabbed onto the arms encircling her waist, jerking and pulling, desperate to escape. Her struggles were like that of a childs as the fingers continued kneading her sides like raw dough, pulling out wave after wave of squealing laughter from her chest. She twisted and thrashed, all to no avail. As suddenly as it had started, the tickling stopped.
She felt the light brush of her own hair being pulled aside, the gentle touch of lips dusting across the side of her neck sending a wave of goosebumps across her flesh.
“Welcome to the Shivering Forest. Welcome to the twisted green. The Mistress has been eagerly awaiting a new apprentice.”
The fingers squeezed one more time forcing out a squeak of sound from her lips no dignified lady would ever allow herself to illicit.
Feet finally placed back on the ground, Claire danced backward, frightened the strange attack would begin again. Claire pulled the bright red hair from her face and took in her attacker.
The woman with the sultry voice stood tall, hands on her hips in a pose that somehow signaled victory. She was a towering woman, over 6’ tall, dark ebony skin, and a trail of long braids falling down her back. Each braid was laced with a different colored ribbon with small beads securing the ends. Beyond the beads, tiny tufts of loose hair hung, brushing across her back and sides as she shifted while the sound of the beads tinkling made her wonder how the woman had managed to sneak up on her.
The woman’s form was sleek and fit, shown off by a pair of dark green pants that hugged her form so tightly that Claire felt the familiar wave of heat rising in her own face with sympathetic embarrassment. The woman wore a vest across her top that left her midriff exposed while pressing her modest chest upwards in a manner somehow alluring.
“I’m Lumi, senior apprentice,” the lanky woman announced, an amused smile on her face.
Claire took a long breath, squaring herself into proper decorum and posture. Whatever this strange woman’s actions, she was here for a purpose. She would fulfill her purpose and buy the prosperity her town needed.
“I am Claire Trimil of Rivermaw village. I humbly offer myself in to the Witch of the Shivering Forest, that I may guarantee prosperity and safety for…”
“Your got a stick farther up your ass than Masa when she started,” Lumi interrupted, chuckling as Claire’s face once again turned a brilliant shade of red. “I’m thinking you might break like she did too.”
Lumi’s lips twisted into a smile that sent shivers down her spine.
“Ah..wha…What?” Claire spluttered.
“Thank you for your sacrifice…bla bla bla…Tribute…bla bla…protection…bla bla…and prosperity for your village,” Lumi said In a suddenly sarcastic tone while rolling her eyes. “Come on Farm girl. Lets get a move on.”
Lumi turned taking a few steps, stopping when she realized Claire hadn’t followed her. Turning, an eager smile grew on her lips, her eyes narrowed as she took in the static Claire.
“Hey Farmgirl,” Lumi drawled, mockingly. “You going to walk with me, or do I get to make you?”
Claire felt the heat run up from her chest, her heart fluttering oddly. A complex mix of emotions filled through her as she struggled to understand. Fear, embarrassment, anger, and…anticipation?
“My legs work just fine,” she announced, annoyed with the woman’s blatant provocation.
“Got a spine hidden under all that soft pampered flesh don’t you, Farmgirl,” Lumi replied, her smile only growing wider, “and I can’t wait to see those ‘working’ legs of yours in use.”
The comment confused Claire, but Lumi didn’t pause long enough for her to puzzle it out as her long legs began taking her forward and away from Claire.
Claire darted forward, her shorter legs bustling to keep up with the taller woman.
“My name is Claire,” she huffed, noting it took almost two of her strides to equal just one of Lumis. “Not ‘Farm Girl’.”
“You’re Farmgirl to me till you prove otherwise,” Lumi called back, unaffected by Claire’s declaration.
Claire sniffed her displeasure, but found she needed most of her attention just to keep up with the strange woman. The gently curving hallways, twists and turns quickly had her lost in the maze of this strange place.
While she hadn’t been allowed to look out of the carriage during her trip here, she had been more than a little awed at the strange structure. Smooth floors seemed made completely from a single piece of wood, the lines across unbroken no matter how hard she looked for the pattern. The walls all looked as if grown from a tree, twisted green vines decorating some walls while rich tapestries decorated others. It was a strange collection of fine modern accouterments and strange alien architecture. None of the doors they passed seemed to have handles on them, and the few open doorways seemed to have no doors at all.
Another oddity were the few people she had seen. The place was certainly far from barren. Women of every size, color, and shape strolled through the hallways or sat in small groups doing various tasks. She even thought she saw an elf woman playing some strange instrument, but Lumi took her past too fast for her to be entirely sure.
The sudden piercing scream echoing down the hallway startled Claire, her heart jumping practically out of her chest.
Lumi smiled at her reaction, dropping back with a long stride, and grabbed her wrist. and pulled her forward while sporting a sly grin.
“It’d be good for you to see this,” Lumi chuckled, pulling her forward with a sly grin. “Before you see the Mistress.”
Lumi pulled her around a corner, and to an open doorway large enough to fit an entire horse and cart through. Claire froze in shock as she caught sight of what stood beyond the doorway.
A woman with dirty blond, tanned skin, and breasts three times the size of her own was hanging like a chandelier in the center of the room. The woman’s body had been hung facing downward in what looked to Claire like a remarkably uncomfortable position. A series of golden chains and leather straps connected the woman to the the large circular frame above. A jeweled golden collar wrapped around her neck as golden shackles around her ankles and wrists had been secured to various looping chains and leather straps that wrapped about her thighs and biceps. Her back remained arched as her body was only supported by the leather straps securing her upper arms and thighs. The shackles, chains, and leather spread the woman’s limbs outward, her torso hanging between, her stomach slightly distended by gravity as her large breasts swayed while the woman shivered and twitched.
The woman arched her back, her head straining upward as if begging some higher power. Her mouth hung open, eyes squeezed shut, her whole body shuddering and shaking. A stuttering gasp ratchet inward as three dark haired women, each beautiful in their own way, attended the blond figure.
One of the women lay on a bench directly below the blond woman, a strange glove with what looked like paint brush bristles on each digit brushed across the woman’s dangling breasts. As one hand brushed lightly across the left breast, dancing across the underside of it, the other hand circled the areola, teasingly avoiding it for long moments before randomly brushing a single finger across the hardened nipple. Each time, the blond’s head jerked to the side eliciting another groan followed by a shuddering gasp for air.
A second woman stood on a rolling ladder, what looked like a feathered quill in one hand, poised above the blonds left foot while her other hand kneaded the blond’s wrinkled arch slowly and firmly. The woman’s eyes watched the blond’s shuddering with a keen eye and a small viscous smirk as she tenderly massaged the bound foot. The quill danced in her hand as if eager to be used, though for what purpose Claire couldn’t fathom.
The third and final woman sat upon a stool positioned between the blond’s open legs. Claire couldn’t tell from the way the blond’s thighs were twitching whether it was pleasurable or tortuous, but the woman was engaging both hands actively while her head also seemed engaged between the woman’s spread legs.
A strange rush of emotions flooded Claire again as she looked upon the woman, confused as a subtle shudder raced downward, from her chest, through her stomach, and made her thighs squeezed together for a brief moment. Her own hand twitched toward her lower abdomen before she caught herself, restraining the strange urge she couldn’t understand.
“What is this?” she breathed, terror and something else shaking her voice.
Instead of answering, Lumi held up one finger to her lips indicating quiet.
“That troublemaking blond wench is Masa,” Lumi said, a dark flash annoyance followed by a mischievous smirk passing across her face. “Keep your eyes open and your mouth shut. From the look on her face, she’s getting close. I’ll explain more after…”
The blond’s breath sped up, her gasps coming faster, brilliant blue eyes opening as her body shivered, her hips flexing and thrusting in tune with the third woman’s ministrations.
“Guhaaa, haaa, mmmhhaa…”
The noises escaping the blond’s lips were guttural and animalistic in nature as sweat dripped down her face, her hair and breasts swaying as she pulled at her bonds.
The woman at her breasts increased the rate of her fingers dancing across the tanned skin of her breasts as they swayed and jiggled under her light touches. Each finger brush now circled the two nipples, dancing across, above and below before returning again. As the blond’s gasps continued to increase, small giggles of laughter broke through the deep gasping moans. Claire watched in fascination as the woman slid downward, tenderly opening her mouth below one pert nipple. Dancing her fingers across the underside of the breast, her mouth hovered under the nipple, the swaying of the breast making the tip brush against the red lips making the blond shudder as she tried in vain to pull her torso down toward the woman’s waiting mouth. With a sudden motion, the pink tongue darted out, licking the nub eliciting a sharp hiss of air followed by a frustrated moan from the blond. Just as her torso began to press downward seeking for the mouth once again, the woman took the nipple in her mouth and began sliding her tong across the tip with vigor. The blond’s guttural sounds rose in pitch while deepening in desperation. Every muscle in the woman’s body seemed to shudder.
A motion from the woman with the quill caught Claire’s attention and she found herself caught in the woman’s stare. Holding Claire’s gaze with an intensity she could feel all the way down to her toes, the woman suddenly broke out into a mad smile that left no doubt of her malicious intentions. The soft giggle that came from her mouth sent a shiver of dread down Claire’s spine.
At the small giggle, the atmosphere in the room changed.
“No, no, no, no, no. Please. I’m almost…uuughh…almost…mmmmhhhh…Plehehease let me…” The blond woman begged as her hips thrusted and her body quivered.
The blond woman was cut off from her panicked pleading as all three of the women’s motions changed. Gone were the gentle ministrations replaced by a furious assault.
The woman on the stool took her fingers and curled them across and between the now squirming toes. With a sharp pull, the tanned toes were pulled backward, securing the foot firmly into place. Then, the quill came down, its firm rounded point dimpling the ball of the foot just below the big toe. Small circles at first slowly grew, becoming larger, more insistent, as it was drawn across the skin. It dragged its way across and just under each toe before slowly and methodically making a slow pattern downward across the wrinkled and desperately jerking arch. The toes flexed and bent, trying to dislodge the woman’s grip but to no avail. The woman’s fingers were like vices pulling back the foot, stretching tight the wrinkles across her arches. The feather dragged downward across the arch on a slow path down toward her heel. Both the foot and entire leg began twitching, her trapped foot straining against the woman’s iron grip.
As the quill made its way downward across the straining arch of the foot, the woman’s mad smile widened watching as the blond’s panic increased. Pressing the quill into the woman’s heel, she paused for just a moment, building to the moment. The woman looked up, meeting Claire’s eyes for a heartbeat of a moment that seemed to stretch. The quill dimpled the skin as the woman began to rapidly poked the stiff quill into the exposed and helpless foot.
“Aaaahahah…” the Masa squealed, her whole leg spasming setting her ample buttox to wiggle and shake which did nothing to prevent the torture being visited upon her heel.
The woman who had before been playing with the blond’s breasts waited until Masa’s leg was spasming before she decided to shift her own focus. Each hand, once dancing across dangling breasts now wandered downward across the woman’s stretched stomach. Gentle brushes across the sensitive skin made Masa jump in her bindings, a squeal and a giggle momentarily interrupting her violent laughter. The woman smiled at the reaction, then proceeded to dip one finger into the woman’s navel. This time, the blond’s entire body jerked violently away only for gravity and her straps to pull her back down onto the woman’s brush tipped finger. The other hand continued to dance across her belly, flickering a pattern below her belly button, lower and lower before returning. She too paused, her fingers wiggling a hair’s breadth above the skin as they wandered upward until they dusted the sides of her large breasts. Gloved finger dancing across the side while the blond woman began jerking back and forth, squealing each time the soft tips feathered across her skin. Side to side Masa twisted, trying to escape, but growing more desperate as the finger inched closer to her exposed and vulnerable underarms.
Claire felt her arms squeeze against her sides as she watched the small brushes agonizingly slowly inch towards the hairless underarms. She could almost feel the soft brushed against her own skin. She shivered despite the heat that rose turning her face red as she watched Masa’s desperation ratchet up the closer they came. When the fingers finally arrived, they danced gleefully across the soft pale flesh, the small brushes gliding across the hollows with playful abandon. The sudden agonizing yell that ripped from the blond’s mouth was long and extended, finally turning into frantic laughter that filled the room.
The peals of desperate laughter continued pouring from the blond woman as she screamed, snorted, and bucked, the two women continuing to tickle and tease her vulnerable regions with dark smiles on their face. The golden chains jingled as every muscle in her body thrashed, seeking for some measure of escape only to find no release.
Claire drew a ragged breath in, her body reacting to the sight in terror while her mind couldn’t help but be aware of a strange fascination blooming within her.
“Ifrit, Dew, Gaia, or Skadi?”
Startled, Claire had forgotten about the third woman until she had spoken. Unlike the other two, the third had stopped her ministrations completely, content to watch as the desperate woman thrashed with uncontrollable laughter.
Claire hadn’t thought Masa still capable of speech at that point. Somehow, with a quill being cruelly dragged across her foot in increasingly wild patterns and pair of hands feathering and kneading every ticklish spot across her torso, the Blond woman managed to respond.
“Aaaaahahah…Dehehew…[Gasp]...Dew...I want Dehehehehww…”
The third woman smiled, her mad smile matching the other with an evil glee that terrified Claire.
The third woman then pulled something from behind her. It had an organic yet somehow unnatural look to it. A stick, no thicker than her finger, topped with five inches of pink material that seemed to twist and vibrate of it’s own accord. A green glow flowed up across the stick until it reached the thicker pink material. The pink material, subtly flowing and shifting before, shivered with what looked like hair thin bristles standing on end, each dancing wildly.
The third woman glanced at Claire, her mad smile deepening as spoke in a cloying tone.
“You’re so mean Lumi,” the woman cooed, her smile only deepening into malicious glee “You are going to terrify the poor newbee.”
Masa’s eyes bulged, her head jerking to the side, striking blue eyes panicking as seeing Lumi standing before her.
“Lumi…ahahaha…Ih…I can explain…grraahahahah…please I can…eeeeehehehe…”
Lumi gave Masa a small glare and mischievous smile. With a casual grace that blatantly put on a show of uncaring, she gestured to the woman sitting between Masa’s spread legs.
“The very bottom of her crack is a weak spot,” Lumi said lazily.
The third woman smiled, beginning to lower the odd pink bristles toward the tanned flesh of her buttox.
The Blond woman’s eyes bulged, her head beginning to thrash more violently as desperation began to mount.
“I’m sorry…[snort]...gahaha…I’m sorry Lumi…hahah…”
“Prove it,” Lumi cooed. “Ifrit?”
“I’v already…gaaaahahah…please…I’ve…”
“Prove it,” Lumi sang with a teasing lilt.
Masa bucked and thrashed, her hair falling in front of her face, sweat making the long blond hair hang in thin ropes, swaying with her struggles.
“Ifrit…[Gasp]...Haha…plehehease…Ifrit!”
Lumi smiled, giving the woman between Masa’s legs a small nod.
“Didn’t think you’d be up for another round,” The third woman chuckled. “Since you asked so nicely.”
After a final pause in what Claire could only feel was cruelty visited upon cruelty, the strange bristles vibrating on the stick came down at the top of the crack yet between the blond’s two smooth cheeks. Instead of simply vibrating as Claire had expected, the bristles seemed to dive downward, each bristle reaching toward the tanned skin as if craving to caress and touch. The stick itself was thinner than Claire had assumed, easily slipping down deeper between the two pert mounds of flesh and muscle as the small bristles vibrated and danced, all the more eager now that they had found skin to touch.
The blond’s former laughter, thrashing, and screams paled in comparison the utter desperate shriek that tore from her throat. Whatever the bristles were doing as they delved deeper into her crack, it elicited the high pitched scream that was what drew Lumi and Claire to this room only minutes earlier. This time however, the scream rose in pitch as the bristled stick was slowly dragged downward through the crack, inching downward toward what Lumi claimed was a ‘weak spot.’
Claire watched in fascination and horror as the three viciously tortured the girl bound between them.
Not to be outdone, and having become bored with simply torturing the blond’s arches and sole, the woman had the blond’s third toe grasped tightly between her fingers, the quill poking and dancing across the tip only to spread the toes and dart the firm quill in between, alternating slow and fast patterns.
The woman laying below, enjoying the woman’s torso now had her legs wrapped around the blond’s back, pulling and stretching the arched back further, stretching Masa’s stomach further as her hands danced across her tummy. One moment the brushes lightly danced across her sides, over her belly button, then down lower, always just avoiding the dancing and thrusting crotch below. Once in a while she would dig her gloved digit into the blond’s belly button, or would squeeze the woman’s side. Each always elicited an especially violent jerk followed by a peal of laughter, or a scream of helpless frustration.
Meanwhile, the woman between the blond’s legs slowly worked the stick back upward toward her back, then slowly down through the cavern between her round cheeks, teasing and drawing out the moment much to Masa’s clear dismay. Claire saw the woman’s free hand dragging her nails slowly across the Masa’s back while licking her lips, her own body reacting suggestively to the act.
Ever so slowly, methodically, Claire watched as the third woman dragged the vibrating bristles downward. The blond’s body continued to buck against their restraints, her laughter and screams higher pitched than ever as the pink bristles skittered relentlessly. As they reached the bottom, Masa’s whole body reacted. Not even capable of thrashing, her body began to spasm, no longer jerking violently, but rather frozen in a twitching mess that rattled the chains and left Masa alternately screaming in desperation, cackling in huge hiccups of laughter, or sobbing with tears streaming down her face.
Claire moved slightly, needing to see what was driving the blond woman beyond sense.
The pink bristle stick was sitting, pressed firmly at the bare skin between her but and her sex, little pink fibers touching, poking, and stroking the clearly sensitive skin. At the bottom of her crack and the skin between her spread legs, the fibers seemed to delight in their work. The woman let the pink bristles just barely touch the lower edge of her sex, just barely brushing the edge of the womanly lips, but refused to allow them to move any further. Claire couldn’t help staring, fascinated while the tanned legs quivered and shook. Chains rattled, muscles flexed, and the blond’s hips thrust in futility at the air while the pink bristles continued sinking lower and lower, closer and closer, yet never quite touching the woman’s point of pleasure.
“Ok, ok, ok…ghaaahahah…Gaiahahaha…Gaiah, for god’s sakes…Plehehehse…GAIAH!”
“Told you I was better than Bondalia,” the woman cooed, fully satisfied with herself. “But I wonder. Do you really deserve…”
“Tess.”
Lumi’s rich voice came out softly, but with a warning tone that caused the third woman to start.
“This is a reward session, correct?” Lumi queried as she walked over to the suspended blond.
Lumi lifted Masa’s head, staring into the blond’s vibrant blue eyes. Tears streamed down her face, her eyes turning red as she looked pleadingly to the tall ebony woman. How she managed to meet Lumi’s eyes even as her body thrashed Claire couldn’t imagine. The screams of laughter erupting from her mouth, sweat dripping down her face, the startling blue eyes still managed to hold to Lumi’s stare.
The three women continued their torture, but looked toward Lumi, a question in their faces.
“Scorched earth?” Lumi asked the screaming woman.
“Yeeeees…yes, yes, yes…” the blond suddenly started begging, her hips increasing their thrusting, her jerking movements becoming more violent, more insistent.
Lumi smiled.
“Watch closely Claire,” Lumi said, never taking her eyes from the blond’s face. “This is a wonderful opportunity to start your education.”
Lumi unlatched something from the metal ring above, quickly securing it around the blond’s head, pulling it back and somehow securing it to the chain.
“Little help Nymphy,” Lumi called, pressing her palm to the ground.
Claire gasped as something grew from the ground. First it looked like a vine, then like the trunk of a small tree. Growing up, it quickly parted, wrapping around the golden collar and then up onto the golden chain.
The blond’s body continued to buck and thrash, but her head was now secured, completely immobile. Clara’s bright blue eyes bulged, darting wildly side to side, though Claire couldn’t tell if it was from terror, or anticipation.
From her tight vest Lumi produced one stick that looked like miniature versions of the pink stick that was continuing to saw slowly up and down between the blond’s legs.
“On my count,” Lumi said, smiling wickedly as the blond watched helplessly. “Five, Four,...Now”
The woman playing with the blond’s feet abandoned her quill, instead raking black painted nails across the helpless food frantically, digging the nails into the wrinkled soles before pulling back her toes to scratch underneath each. The woman below grabbed the blond’s hips, digging her thumbs into the tender flesh. The one between her legs suddenly shoved the pink stick directly into the folds of the blond’s sex.
A sound Claire couldn’t believe had come from a human ripped from the blond’s throat. Clair hadn’t noticed that her hand was now pressed tightly against her dress, pressed against the space between her thighs, her other hand pressed against her chest as her mouth hung slightly open.
Claire breathed faster as she watched the large breasts dangling and wiggling with each convulsion. The blond’s butt cheeks wobbled like pudding as her hips thrust forward against the pink bristles now dancing both across her inner thighs as well as deep within the folds of her sex. The pink fronds were sawed in and out at a quickening pace as the third woman seemed to flex her own body with the motion, clearly enjoying the power she wielded.
During all of this, it was Lumi that caught her attention once again. Reaching forward, Lumi dipped the small pink tuft into Masa’s ears. The small fronds began dancing happily as Lumi slowly inserted the small frond into the ear canal. Unable to move her head even an inch, Claire could see the desperation in Masa’s eyes, the tears streaming down her face. Lumi pressed her face against the blond’s jaw, trailing a series of kissed under her chin and across her cheeks.
“Stay with me now,” Lumi cooed, kissing across the underside of her jaw. One hand walked down her neck, across the top of her dangling breast before pausing, the stiff nipple brushing against Lumi’s long fingers. With a sudden burst of motion, Lumi pressed her lips against the blond’s face while her fingers pinched both nipples hard between her fingers.
The blond’s body stopped thrashing, her form suddenly locking into place, every muscle flexing and straining. A muffled sound came from Masa’s throat, prevented from escaping by Lumi’s deep kiss. It was an unintelligible mix of groan, laugh, and sob that made Claire’s thighs twitch. The moment lasted for what seemed an eternity as every woman froze.
Lumi pulled back, taking the pink frond from Masa’s ear as her finger traced the blond’s face in an endearing gesture.
“Thank you,” Masa said, panting.
Lumi stared a moment longer before giving a nod and a smile to the suspended woman. Lumi bent forward for another kiss, her long fingers trailing delicately down her neck, across her collar bone, and pausing just under her dangling breasts.
“Any time Masa,” Lumi said, then put on a mocking expression. “I’m a little annoyed you didn’t include me from the beginning though.” Lumi quickly spidered her finger across Masa’s sensitive nipples.
Masa giggled at the touch, squirming under Lumi’s long, dancing fingers
“You’re so busy all the time now,” the blond tried to pout, only for her giggling to ruin the effect.”You dohohon’t have time for…eek…eheheh…and you’ve got the n….n…new girl now. You don’t have any time for…ahahah…stop that. I’m extra sensitive right…eek…hahaha…”
Lumi pulled her hands back with a pleased grin, cupping Masa’s face and pulling her own close.
“I’m sorry you’re feeling neglected,” Lumi said. “After I get the new girl set up, I promise to make it up to you.”
The blond’s blue eyes flickered with excitement.
“It’s a promise,” Masa replied eagerly.
Lumi spidered her long fingers one last time across Masa’s breasts, eliciting another squeal of giggles, then a final farewell kiss before turning back to Claire.
Lumi’s tender smile morphed into a wicked grin as her eyes widened as if discovering a new toy.
“Already?” Lumi declared, taking in Claire. “Usually takes longer.”
Confused, Claire tracked Lumi’s gaze down to her own body. One of her hands was pressed against her breast, two fingers pressing through her dress against one nipple, the wool scratching against her skin in a way that sent shivers through her chest. Her other hand was pressed firmly between her legs, her dress caught between her own thighs in an absolutely unacceptable manner.
Snatching her hands away, she fought back the rising blush that decorated her skin unsuccessfully.
“Time to meet the Mistress.” Lumi chuckled. “Don’t worry Farm Girl,You are going to fit in just fine here.”
