Chapter 4 - Innocence
Julie patiently lay out the silken clothes on Susan's bed, inspecting each one
before putting it down. Susan was standing a few steps behind Julie, watching
with an expression somewhere between fascination and terror on her face as each
item was placed on the bed. Unconsciously she crossed her arms protectively in
front of her body, hands clenched into fists.
Satisfied, Julie turned around, her face softening as she looked at Susan.
"What did I tell you before?" she asked, sitting down beside the clothes.
"Relax!" she said, answering her own question.
Susan looked as tense as a board, her face grim as she stared at her feet.
"Come here," Julie said, like she was talking to a child who's just stubbed her
toe.
Susan took a hesitant step forward, and then with a sob almost flung herself
into Julies' arms.
"I don't want to do it!" she cried, hugging Julie tightly. "I want to stay the
way I am... I don't want to... to be a slut, I... I want to be a flower!"
Julie blinked in surprise. What on earth was she talking about?
"A flower...?" Julie repeated softly. Susan nodded, and looked up through her
tears.
"He... he said he was going to... to de...de...deflower m...me!"
"You silly girl," Julie said with a laugh. "He means to take your virginity."
"He... does?" Susan asked, blinking in confusion. "But... I thought I wasn't
anymore..."
Julie leant down to whisper in Susan's ear.
"You are in your behind," she said.
"My..." Susan trailed off with a long, pitiful moan.
"You think being with Trig tonight will make you a slut?" Julie looked at her
friend as she nodded, one hand brushing back her red hair.
"It's... its dirty...and it's not supposed to g...go there!"
Julie leant down again, grinning.
"It is dirty and naughty," she said conspiratorially. "And that's why it's fun!"
Susan's cheeks flushed red, and she looked at Julie incredulously.
"Have you... tried it?" Susan asked, her voice shaking. It was Julies' turn to
blush and look away.
"Um... a few days ago, with Simeon... It was hard, for me, after... with the
gang... and it hurt a little..." Her voice took on an edge of excitement. "But I
felt so full, and helpless, and embarrassed... and then he made me cum with his
fingers..." Julie trailed off, her cheeks burning.
"But you'll be fine," she said suddenly, giving Susan a squeeze. "You've had
lots of stretching, and I'm sure Trig will be very gentle." She leant down close
to Susan's ear. "And I don't think you could ever be a slut; you're just so
innocent and shy!"
Susan giggled amidst her tears, and pulled away from Julie.
"Dry your tears, and then you can strip for me like you do with Trig." Susan
looked sharply at Julie, but lowered her eyes a second later and nodded. Julie
couldn't help smiling at Susan's reaction to her guess.
Susan wiped her eyes, sniffing, and then stood up beside the bed.
"Let's see your tease. Don't think of Mistress Julie... think of being playful
with a friend."
Susan nodded, but she still looked uncertain. Turning around slowly, she began
to swing her hips from side to side. Julie started giggling girlishly almost
straight away, causing Susan to freeze and look sharply at Julie.
She started giggling herself, her previously sad, still tear-streaked face
shining with laughter.
"I always feel so stupid doing this," she confided.
"Go on," Julie encouraged. "You were doing great!"
Susan giggled nervously, and returned to swinging her hips suggestively, thumbs
hooked in her jeans. She changed to rotating her hips around, sticking her butt
out and leaning forwards before straightening up. She bent over again, and
getting a grip on the waistband of her jeans, pulled them down to her feet.
Julie hummed in approval, making Susan stumble as she stepped out of the jeans
and kicked them away.
Running her arms down her bare and slightly spread legs, she shot Julie a
shameful glance from below.
"Stay still," Julie said suddenly, reaching down inside her shirt.
"What?" Susan asked, wobbling slightly. As Julie fished around, she became
acutely aware of how the belt displayed her from this angle. The transparent
plugs left nothing to the imagination; even the tight ring of her anus was
clearly visible, showing the darkness that lay within.
Pulling out the key, Julie leant forward and stuck it into the belt. With a
twist the belt unlocked, metal rods retracting from her piercings. There was a
click as the front and rear separated, and Julie began pulling the belt off,
drawing the butt plug from her rear.
"Oh!" Susan gasped, feeling the ribs that covered its surface pop one by one out
of her body. She squeezed her ankles tightly, pushing the plug out with her
muscles. She sighed once it was gone, feeling empty inside without its presence.
Julie put the belt down on the floor, and looked at Susan.
"Do I have to cuff your wrists?"
Susan shook her head, looking back at Julie from between her legs. Her hair hung
down around her, matching the colour of her cheeks. Her eyes flickered to her
bare, glistening labia, filled with yearning.
"No touching yourself... at all!" Julie stressed the last two words.
Susan nodded again, her eyes silently pleading.
"Keep going," Julie said with a smile, sitting back on the bed.
Susan slid her arms back up her legs, slowing down deliberately as they
approached her sex. She resisted the temptation, and returning her hands to her
hips, resumed her swinging. It was even more erotic now, as every time she bent
over, her pink button flashed at Julie.
Blushing hard, Susan bent over again and pulled off her jumper, dropping it to
the ground in front of her. Now clad in only a tight, white t-shirt, she turned
around and resumed her swaying.
As she moved, her lower lips sliding against each other, she slowly pulled on
the shirt until it was bunched up under her breasts. Her eyes were closed now,
and she seemed to be listening to some silent music. As she slowly turned around
again, she pulled the shirt up, timing it so that Julie got only the barest
glimpse of a nipple.
"That's enough," Julie said, sounding amused. Susan halted and turned around,
crossing her arms self-consciously over her breasts. She began giggling
nervously.
"Come on, let's get you nice and clean," Julie laughed, standing up and taking
Susan by the shoulder.
Julie insisted on running the bath and filling it with plenty of bubbles like
Susan was a child. Susan found it embarrassing at first, but she soon relaxed
and let Julie take over, meekly standing up and turning around as Julie covered
her skin with soap.
"What shall we do with your hair?" Julie mused, pouring shampoo across Susan's
head. Her long, red hair was soon covered with bubbles, as they discussed what
to do.
"What about some cute pig-tails? You could look really young and innocent,
especially if I can find some pink ribbons..."
"I'll look like I'm twelve!" Susan squeaked, finding it hard to be assertive
when she's standing in a bathtub, naked and covered from head to toe in soap.
"That's right!" Julie said brightly. "And with your silky clothes, your collar
and a leash, it'll be perfect!"
"Leash?" she breathed, her eyes going wide. "You're going to make me walk
through the house?!"
Picking up the shower wand, Julie turned the taps on and began to wash the soap
off Susan.
"Close your eyes," she warned, holding it up so the water cascaded off Susan's
head.
"You can sit down now," Julie said, putting down the wand and going to the
cupboard. She pulled out a bottle of something and a strange, bottle-shaped
rubber object with a long, thin, slightly curved plastic head.
Unscrewing the head, she filled it with hot water, and then added the
sweet-smelling liquid from the bottle to it. Turning away from the sink, she
advanced on a slightly nervous Susan.
"Up on all fours, and legs apart," Julie said firmly.
"What are you doing?" Susan asked, her voice trembling even as she moved to
obey.
"Making you smell nice," Julie said, dipping the head in the bath before sliding
it straight up Susan's vagina.
Susan whimpered loudly at the sensation, looking down underneath herself to see.
Julie squeezed the bottle, causing the water to squirt out the whole length of
the head. Susan stiffened and groaned, not prepared for the water which then
poured from her around the head of the douche bottle. Julie continued to squeeze
it until the whole thing was empty.
"How was that?" Julie asked, pulling the plug on the bath. Susan looked
disappointed that the nice, warm water was disappearing down the drain.
"It felt... weird," she admitted, stepping out of the bath and letting Julie dry
her.
Sending Susan back to her room, Julie stepped through the shared bathroom into
her own room. She had been stocking up on her own little accessories, and amidst
the clutter of hair-pins and things her own hair was still too short to wear,
was a few lengths of ribbon. She settled for one pale red and one pale blue, as
there were none the same colour.
"Do we have time for this?" Susan asked as Julie sat down behind her and began
to brush her hair.
"Plenty of time," Julie said. "Nyssa should be here soon to check how things are
going."
"Nyssa knows?" Susan asked, mortified at the news. "Can't I get dressed before
she comes?" She hugged herself, hiding her breasts underneath her arms.
"No," Julie replied firmly, putting down the brush and beginning to separate
Susan's hair.
Susan groaned in dismay, earning herself a sharp tug on the hair in Julies'
hands.
Julie quickly found that she couldn't quite remember the knack of getting the
braids right, despite the practice she and Kate had had on each other. Susan sat
quietly, knowing that getting impatient would only cause more painful tugs. As
the minutes wore on, she found it harder to resist the urge to touch her self,
now that the chastity belt was off. She would have been almost relieved when
Nyssa arrived to help if she hadn't been naked, fingers slowly creeping down
between her legs.
"Having trouble?" Nyssa asked, sitting down beside Julie.
"Yeah," Julie admitted. "I'm trying to do pig-tails." Nyssa began working at the
other side of Susan's head, showing Julie how it was done. It wasn't long before
Susan was sitting on the bed, cheeks burning, with pretty bows in the red braids
that hung down over each shoulder.
Nyssa and Julie helped her dress, pulling on the fine lace gloves that went up
to her shoulders. A garter belt and matching stockings followed, and then the
top they had bought earlier in the day.
"Always put it over the straps for the stockings, or you can't take it off,"
Nyssa advised as Susan pulled the silken g-string up. Its lace front hid
nothing, leaving the delicate cleft between her legs clearly visible. The final
item was a pair of short, white heels, with straps that went up her ankles.
"You look lovely," Nyssa said, as both the older girls stood back to study their
charge.
Susan blushed, and hung her head in shame. She didn't see Julie pull the collar
from her drawer, or the accompanying cuffs.
"Head up," Julie said, her voice sounding proud.
Susan looked up, and before she could protest, Julie had the transparent,
purple-etched collar locked around her throat. She swallowed, her face filled
with dread. She was getting better at not protesting, and put her hands out
behind her for the cuffs.
As Julie hurried off to her room for the leash, Nyssa used a small makeup kit,
enhancing Susan's already considerable blush. She was just applying a little
lipstick as Julie returned, leash in hand.
"Ready?" Julie asked, clipping the leash to Susan's collar.
Susan shook her head straight away, looking terrified.
"I don't want to ruin your lovely lipstick, but I have a gag if you decide to
reconsider half-way," Julie warned, glancing briefly at Nyssa for approval.
The older Mistress nodded slightly before heading to the door.
"I'll tell Trig," she said in a low tone, and then disappeared with a sound of
running footsteps.
"I'm so nervous," Susan said in the barest whisper once Nyssa was gone. "I know
he's seen me like this before, but... you're all making such a big deal out of
it... and... you're being s...so nice!" She was choking with emotion, her bright
blue eyes glistening with tears.
"Don't cry," Julie said soothingly. "You'll mess up your makeup!" Susan made a
weak attempt to laugh.
"Come on, you know Trig. If he sees you crying before you're even in his room,
you'll spend the night cuddled in his arms." Julie put an arm around her friend
and began to walk towards the door. "That's what we want afterwards, but you
have things to do first, before the cuddling."
Susan made a soft giggle.
"Then all your plans for my... de... deflowering... would go to waste!"
"You'd pay for it tomorrow," Julie said warningly, but Susan could hear the
laughter in her voice.
Taking up the leash, Julie pulled a reluctant Susan out into the hallway. It
took a few seconds for it to really sink in that she was outside her room and
wearing practically nothing, but by then the door was several steps away and
Julie's insistent pull on the leash kept her going forward.
Her nervousness increased dramatically as they approached each corner, wondering
desperately if there was anyone there. She noticed quickly that Julie was taking
the longest way possible, but her short protest only earned a sharp tug on the
leash.
They reached Trigs' door eventually, and Julie paused to give Susan a final
check. The poor girl wanted to die of shame as Julie noticed the dampness
between her legs, betraying her intense arousal.
"Good luck," Julie whispered, opening the door to darkness. Susan was grateful
for her presence then; she knew she would have never been able to open it
herself.
The door closed behind her as Julie left, taking the leash with her.
She stood silently for what seemed like forever, her eyes staring blindly into
the darkness.
"T...Trig?" she called out cautiously. When there was no reply, she took a
hesitant step forward, exploring with the tip of her heel.
"Hello?" she asked, wondering if he was even there. Her eyes were starting to
adapt, and she began to make out shapes...
Suddenly there was movement behind her. Before she had even begun to turn, a
hand was clapped over her mouth, and another around her waist, pulling her close
as she began to struggle.
"Mm-mm!" she screamed, trying to wriggle out of her captors grasp. Her heart was
pounding in her throat, terror burning her veins. He was too big, and strong,
but he smelled familiar...
She didn't falter in her struggles once she realised it was him. Her terror
abated slightly, replaced by indignation. How could he trick her like that!
Kicking and screaming around his hand, she was dragged over to the bed and flung
onto its softness. She let out a gasp, trying to clamber to safety, but he was
on her back, taking hold of her pigtails and pulling her head back painfully.
"AH!" she cried, her mouth opening in time for him to pull the scarf between her
jaws and tie it behind her head. Still holding her pigtails, he used his other
hand to remove her heels, baring her silk-covered feet.
Grabbing her around the waist, he pulled her up into the middle of the bed and
straddled her back, pinning her. She kicked and squealed and tried to roll
around to no avail.
His hands were between her legs then, taking hold of her g-string. He began
pulling on it until she was sure it would break, but it suddenly popped over her
buttocks and he was able to pull it down to her ankles.
She began whimpering softly, feeling terribly vulnerable and exposed. Her cuffed
hands squirmed underneath him, silk gloved fingers probing futilely at the
locks.
His fingers began roughly exploring between her legs, touching her dripping sex.
He stuck one finger into her and rubbed painfully, making her squeal.
"What a slut," he said in a low voice. She could tell it was him, but it didn't
matter anymore. Whoever it was, she was just as helpless.
He caught one of her lazily kicking legs, and a few seconds later had the cuff
closing around her ankle. Susan squealed in fear, and struggled as he tried to
grab her other leg in the darkness. She heard him grunt in pain as her foot made
contact with something, and felt a surge of satisfaction. It was short-lived
though, as soon that ankle was cuffed to the opposite side of the bed.
And then his fingers were back, making her squeal with pain as he rubbed and
pinched her sex.
"You know where sluts get fucked," he said to her. "Not in their dirty, wet
pussies."
Susan sobbed loudly, even as she pushed back for more of his fingers. Despite
the pain, she wanted his touch there. But he had moved up, and was probing at
her delicate little anus. His fingers wet from her sex, he began pushing in,
making her whimper.
"Sluts get fucked in their arses, don't they," he told her, climbing off the
bed.
"Mm-m-mm!" she protested, shaking her head in the darkness.
There was a click, and the bedside lamp turned on. Blinking in the sudden light,
Susan tried to make him out. He was wearing all black, and his face was in
shadow as he looked down at her, hands on his hips.
What made her begin to sob loudly was his cock, standing at attention near her
face. She couldn't take her eyes away as he began covering himself with
lubricant, her heart heavy with the thought of it being in her defenceless
behind.
The light went off a few seconds later, leaving her with the image in her mind.
She couldn't think of anything else as he climbed onto the bed behind her. His
fingers returned to stroking her sex, but he was gentler this time, rubbing her
erect clit as he did so.
With his other hand she felt him part her cheeks, and circle her anus with a
lubricant-covered finger. She tightened reflexively, which only made it hurt
more as his rough finger pushed into her sensitive insides, smearing the
lubricant around before withdrawing.
She gritted her teeth as he climbed on top of her, biting into the scarf pulling
her lips back.
"Ready?" he whispered, concern touching his voice.
Susan moaned, his fingers still working her sex. She was horny, she was scared,
and the lubricant felt cold inside her rear.
"F...k...me," she managed through the gag, and then began sobbing with
humiliation.
He shifted position, one hand taking hold of her pigtails. She felt the slick
warmth of his cock pressing at her entrance, and her sobbing increased. He
tensed.
"MM!" she squealed, as he pushed forwards. He wasn't fast, but the sensation as
the head of his cock popped into her rear frightened her.
Her stretched muscles immediately tensed and tried to push him out. She
continued squealing, pulling on the cuffs around her ankles and trying to get
away from the intruder. He pulled back on her pigtails, forcing her to arch her
back and sink herself down on his cock to relieve the pain on her head. Tears of
shame ran down her cheeks, unseen in the dark.
He pushed deeper into her, sinking slowly into her bowels. Her anus ached with
the stretching, making her grind her teeth and whine. She sighed in relief as he
let go of her hair and reversed direction, pulling out of her.
He gave her a moment to recover, and then he was back in her again, stretching
her wider with each centimetre. But again he pulled out, and she relaxed in his
grasp, releasing the breath she wasn't aware she had been holding.
He shifted position slightly, and then he was forcing his length into her again.
Susan had her eyes shut, and her mouth open around the gag, oblivious to the
saliva collecting on the blanket below. Each hurried breath was a whimper that
made Trig uncertain. Should he stop?
Cautious, he began stroking gently in and out slowly, pushing deeper with each
move of his hips. The sensation of her muscles as they pulsed to reject him was
dizzying. The further he moved, the harder she was squeezing.
Susan grew more and more agitated as he thrust deeper. She still hadn't felt his
hips touch her, and she was desperately trying to work out how much more
remained. The feeling of his cock stretching her wide was like nothing she had
felt before, deeply humiliating even when he wasn't moving. He was in the
process of conquering the last part of her body, and it both excited and
terrified her.
The sudden touch of his fingers on her sex startled her. She whimpered loudly,
and tried to push back for more of the pleasure they promised. At the same
moment he thrust strongly, bringing his hips up against her behind and sinking
his entire length into her.
Susan let out a cry, and pulled on the cuffs, trying to get herself off him. She
felt the most powerful urge to expel his member, but she was helpless until he
decided to withdraw, restrained as she was by the cuffs.
"Please," she whimpered around the gag, torn between trying to escape his cock
and push back on the fingers she felt sure lay just out of reach.
He pushed harder, until the cuffs were cutting into her ankles. Then his fingers
were back, rubbing between her lips. She squirmed in frustration, unable to
grind her sex against him like she wanted so desperately to do. He began to draw
his fingers back as he withdrew from her rear, forcing her to impale herself
again in order to stay in reach of the pleasure she craved.
"Good girl," he whispered, making her sob with shame.
He stopped moving and took his fingers away, making her moan with
disappointment. She was so horny she didn't care where he did her anymore, as
long as she could cum.
"F...k...me!" she growled, trying to pull herself off his cock so she could drop
back down roughly. The sensation made her eyes flash open, and it was all she
could do to not cry out.
As soon as she felt him tense behind her she regretted her actions. She wanted
to die of shame, or be gagged forever so she couldn't ask for anything else
stupid.
"You want to be fucked?" he said, sounding amused.
"Mo! Mo-ph-k ma!" she cried, shaking her head and trying to wriggle off him. He
withdrew from her body, and she choked back her tears, hoping that it was over.
Then he took a good grip on her pig-tails. She began squealing like the animal
they were named after, and a second later he was sinking rapidly into her rear.
She writhed and struggled, her body dripping sweat as he began thrusting hard.
She briefly thought that Julies' description was totally wrong. It barely hurt
at all, thanks to the constant stretching she had been receiving, but she was
totally humiliated. A new butt plug always left her feeling beaten and
submissive, but with every thrust he made her sense of utter defeat deepened.
She was crying tears of shame as her body responded to him. Despite the
discomfort and the battering her insides were receiving, she couldn't help but
feel the twinge in her clit every time he sunk into her again.
He let go of her hair long enough to pull off the black shirt he was wearing,
its surface damp with sweat. His thrusting began to grow more urgent as he took
hold of her hair once again, despite her attempts to avoid it. Her eyes went
wide; he was going to cum in her arse!
"MM!" she squealed, trying to look around and plead with him.
He let go of her hair suddenly, and put both hands on her thighs. Pulling her
down onto him, he thrust strongly and came, shooting deep into her behind. She
felt him shuddering with the strength of his orgasm, and began to cry. It was
over... she was his.
Breathing heavily, he let go of her thighs and fished around behind him on the
table at the foot of the bed, placing the object he collected on the bed beside
them. Susan was sobbing loudly as he put his arms around her and lifted her
upright. The cuffs on her legs forced them wide, leaving her straddling his
knees.
With one hand around her body, he turned on the small vibrator and began running
it over her clit. Susan squealed and squirmed in his grasp, the cock buried in
her rear still hard and erect.
Despite her efforts to get away, he soon had her writhing in orgasm. The way her
anus rippled around his slowly softening cock was almost enough to arouse him
all over again.
He let her lie down again after a minute of holding her, and pulled out of her
rear. Removing the cuffs around her wrists and ankles, he left her in the
darkness and went off to the bathroom.
In the dim light coming from underneath the door, she lay in silence. She
refused to cry, telling herself firmly to be strong. Even when Trig returned and
wiped her clean with some tissues before rubbing cream into her sore rear, she
didn't cry.
Pulling the blanket over them both, he snuggled up and hugged her close.
"Trig..." she choked.
"Quiet," he said tenderly, touching her lips.
"Trig..." she repeated. "We put so much work in...into making me look pretty...
and the lights have been off..."
"You'll look just as pretty in the morning, I'm sure," he said softly, his
fingers brushing over one silk-covered breast.
"But I wanted you to see me!" she cried, blinking back tears despite the
darkness.
"I saw you when you walked in, and when I turned the light on briefly," he tried
to reassure her.
"It's not the same," she told him between the sobs growing deep within her.
Trig sighed, and pushing the blankets aside, he climbed off the bed.
"Lie on your back, and keep your eyes closed," he said firmly, walking to the
light switch.
They both winced as light flooded the room, illuminating Susan lying on the bed.
His eyes adjusting quickly, Trig looked down at her, his own eyes aching.
Despite the tears that had streaked her face, and the slightly messy state of
her hair, she looked adorable. Her fingers shifted uncertainly, interlaced as
they were underneath her soft, silk-covered breasts. Her eyelids moved rapidly
as she tried to guess where he was, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
Picking up her g-string from where it had been discarded, he gently slid it up
her legs. Close up, he saw her entire body was flushed from the orgasm only
minutes ago, glowing with happiness. He turned off the light then, and climbed
back in bed with her. She was more than willing to snuggle back into his arms
now.
Her eyes closed slowly, squeezing out the tears which had been growing there.
She had been afraid, but his gentle touch and approval of her appearance made
her happy.
She slid into dreams filled with his scent.
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