VELVET FOLD 2 - Extract

 

© DrkFetyshNyghts 2017

 

There was screaming, but it wasn't the screaming of a young girl. Rather, it was the screaming of a mature woman. The screaming of a woman who wasn't used to screaming like this. A woman screaming because there was nothing else that she could do. This was the screaming of Alicia. "Push Alicia, push hard and remember, you're pleasuring. Remember you're pleasuring 'me'." Minuette was in control. Totally in control. It was like there had been a step through to the twilight zone. Or beyond the twilight zone.

Alicia was naked and for some reason that didn't seem right. It just didn't seem 'right' that this mature woman was naked like this, save for the most expensive, the most sheer of nylon holdups that adorned her long shapely legs, and her high heels. It was even more not right that she was on her hands and knees. Her knees parted wide and this little dip in her back so that the roundness, the loveliness and true deliciousness of her ass was forced to thrust back high and proud. Still, it wasn't right. It just didn't feel right. It didn't help that her mountainous breasts hung heavy under her, like udders, or that her nipples, thick and grotesquely erect were just about touching the table top that she was on her all fours on.

It was like a surreal scene. One that belonged in some kind of pseudo-nightmare. Certainly one that didn't belong in the real world. But then this was the real world. There was nothing made up about it. Nothing false about it. What the brain got, the eye saw. Minuette was in total control. She was not naked anymore. She was sheathed, or skinned in shiny black latex. A good choice because it highlighted her emerging form to perfection. It gave her this layer of sexuality that she somehow didn't have when she was naked and suffering. A skin tight shiny black catsuit that had a broad belt around her middle that seemed to hang on her hips. That belt was like a heavier, more robust latex than the cat suit itself. And her feet were arched into severe heels. Those heels almost pencil thin and yet still with a taper to them, and a metal tip. And those heels belonging to tightly laced fitted boots that seemed to hug the contours of her legs to perfection. And those boots finishing 'just' under the knees. The design and implementation of those boots allowing and encouraging the fluidity of feminine movement. She was covered, and yet, to all intents and purposes she could have been naked because the latex that she had been poured into was that tight, that stretched, and almost transparent that her features and her assets were clearly defined. Clearly defined nipple bars. Clearly defined clitoris ring. She was a bizarre and yet a sexual sight. She was almost a predatory creature sheathed in that rubber.

A heavier collar kept Minuette's neck straight. It gave her that strict look. A look that wouldn't have suited her in a million years and yet in the flesh, it did suit her. And her hair, piled high into a high tight pony tail that added to her willowy height. And then her make-up. She had taken the time to reapply her makeup. But now it was different. Before, before this incident she had been happy with the semi Goth look. It suited her and she had been an expert in its application. Now though it was more grown up. There was something about it that didn't scream 'young girl' anymore. A pale foundation, and then the eyes smoky dark and with thick, curled lashes that seemed to be dripping with mascara. And that slash of red lipstick. That slash of deep, blood red lipstick a trademark of Alicia. Actually, the very lipstick she wore belonging to Alicia. Something wasn't right here. Something just wasn't right.

There was no doubt that something had happened. Something terminal, like a battle, had happened on one hand and on the other hand Minuette had merged the victor. Somehow and for some reason, and maybe in a minor miracle, this young girl had turned the tables on the woman who had been the source of so much torment for her and now she was making this woman scream so loudly, so grotesquely that it was difficult to comprehend the scene as it unfolded. "I said PUSH. If I don't see you push, it's going to get harder for you to remember that you are now pleasuring me. It will get harder because you will be hurting so badly." There was a distinct change in Minuette's voice. It was unmistakably her and yet there was a sharpness to her voice, a hardness that would make anyone look at her in a different light. The way she was dressed and made up kind of melted away that little girl look that she was so proficient in. And yet, there was that curiosity. The little girl growing up, blossoming into this latex vision in front of their eyes. And almost a voice transplant to highlight or underline it.

Minuette had the stick thing now. That thing that wasn't actually a stick but looked like one. And she was playing it around Alicia's anus. To say that Alicia had been demeaned and degraded might be something of an understatement. Her face was pressed to the table top and she was reaching back behind herself with her hands. And her hands were spread, one on each cheek and she was spreading her own ass cheeks apart to present her anus. There was the question, like an immediate question of why this woman was doing this. Why was she degrading herself like this? What could have happened to her in order to make her do this, like this, in this way? But that didn't matter. Not in the moment did it matter. The 'spectacle' if it could be called that, of this older woman prose the way she was, face pressed to a table top whilst she spread her ass cheeks for a young girl in latex - that was something to behold. It was something that tended to stay with one. Something that sunk into the psyche and then stayed there, tumbled round there and didn't move from there. It was something that would remain with someone for as long as they could remember.

There was a tensing of the flesh and then a relaxing of the flesh. And there was the little crackling sound that for some reason seemed louder than when Minuette was on the receiving end. That would suggest that the girl had learned how to use the thing and that she had adjusted it. Increased its output so that it was more severe. There was nothing spoken that confirmed that - just that increased 'crackle'. And Minuette playing it, not over the anus hole, just around it. "Now PUSH." And the young girl continuing to do that. Continuing to just lightly play the end of that stick around the raised anal ring of the older woman. And then a dilation happening in front of her. Alicia indeed 'pushing' for all she was worth. As though she were forcing a bowel movement but not. Just making her anus dilate and open. "That's right SLUT push and hold it. Push and keep that push on so you stay open for me." There was that edge to Minuette's voice. Almost a nastiness that had a sharp edge to it. Maybe this was the voice of a young girl who had been pushed to the limits of her endurance. Maybe it had been a case of her doing to others before they did unto her.

Minuette's tongue tipped the corner of her red mouth as she watched and as she looked at the older woman prose in front of her. Then she played that stick again, round and round. Round and round the raised, pushed out anal ring and there was that crackle again. The young girl shifted her weight from one of the high heels to the other. And the swell of her breasts shifted with her. Those nipple bars scraping the inside of the latex. Her movement on those heels almost defied her age. Like there was no way that a girl her age and stature should have been able to move on those heels like that. But she could. She was accomplished on those heels. Almost feline on them.