Chapter One

 

Hannah was lying naked on her back on Mrs Carrington's sofa. Mrs Carrington, still wearing her clothes, and her black high-heels, straddled her, looking towards Hannah's feet, then, hitching up her skirt, slowly lowered herself onto Hannah's face. Hannah felt the expensive silk knickers rubbing against her; Mrs Carrington settled herself so that the cheeks of her ass pressed down on either side of Hannah's nose, and the gusset of the knickers bore down hard on Hannah's mouth. Mrs Carrington was a big woman, not overweight but well-built, and Hannah struggled to breathe. The air she managed to gasp in was scented, both with Mrs Carrington's own natural odours, as well as a faint suggestion of some costly fragrance. Mrs Carrington reached down and grasped Hannah's nipples with her fingers and thumbs. She had a strong grip and she pinched and twisted the nipples until Hannah was forced into a muffled squeak of resistance. Mrs Carrington laughed. She began to rock to and fro, grinding her crotch against Hannah's mouth. After a minute or two she pulled her knickers to one side so that Hannah's lips were directly touching Mrs Carrington's pussy, and her clit was being pushed into Hannah's mouth. She got a taste of Mrs Carrington's flavour, tart and pungent. Mrs Carrington pinched Hannah's nipples even harder, but just before Hannah felt she must makes a supreme effort to escape the pain, Mrs Carrington gave a cry and began to thrash about. Her hips shook with the ecstasy of orgasm, thus allowing Hannah to suck in several gulps of air. At last Mrs Carrington was still.

"Good," she said. She got off Hannah and stood up, adjusting her underwear and smoothing down her skirt. She went over to the little table beside the sofa and poured out two glasses of wine. She came back and handed one to Hannah. Then she sat down on the sofa, just beside the girl, and, with a delicate, even affectionate, gesture, leaned forward to sweep the hair back from Hannah's face.

"You're a pretty girl," she said, "and you know how to have sex. Which, I must say, not all girls like you do."

Hannah wondered exactly what was meant by "girls like you". She presumed girls who were sent by Miss Judith. Hannah said nothing but smiled in gratitude for the comment. Clients were requested to send a brief report after the appointment. If favourable it helped one stay in Miss Judith's good books, always a desirable outcome.

 

Chapter Two

 

There had been some last-minute problems at home and so Hannah had been two days late for her first semester at St Swithin's College. When she arrived at the sorority house she found she was sleeping in a room with three other girls. This was surprising; she had been sure that she would get her own room, or at least have only one room-mate. But when she mentioned it to one of the other girls, she was told, "Oh, no, it's the same for everyone, your first semester is in a big room. So you can get to know everyone." Hannah decided to say nothing more; she didn't want to be thought of as difficult, still less a trouble-maker. She wanted to fit in.

When she went up to the room to sleep, she found the other three girls all in bed and the lights out. Hurriedly she undressed, put on her pyjamas and got into bed. It had been a tiring day and she fell asleep almost immediately. But some time later she was awakened by noises, soft whisperings and shuffling sounds and then what sounded like a slap and a whimper. She lay in bed, not daring to make a noise herself, pretending to be still asleep. The noises came from the bed in the far corner. It was very dark and she could see little, but she was sure that two of the girls were out of bed, and they seemed to be half-kneeling or lying on the other bed. There were frantic whisperings, none of which she could understand, and then more slaps. What was going on? Was one of the girls unwell? Having some sort of fit? Or were two of the girls doing something to the third one? Were they hurting her in some way? But why?

Hannah didn't dare say a word. It was none of her business, surely. And whatever was going on, she didn't want any part of it. The noises went on for some time, but at last she could see movement, and it looked like two of the girls were getting back into their beds. The one in the corner bed was making sniffling noises.

"Shut up, Mary Ann," one of the girls said in a loud whisper. "Or else it will be worse next time."

There was silence after that and Hannah drifted off to sleep again. In the morning Mary Ann wouldn't catch her eye. While the other two girls, Judith and Felicity, were in the bathroom. Hannah asked Mary Ann if she was all right.

"Yes, of course," Mary Ann muttered. "Why wouldn't I be?" And then she did look Hannah in the face, as if to say, what of it? Mind your own business.

Hannah had a German class later that morning. Judith and Felicity were there too, even though they were sophomores. The class was given by Frau Ledermann, a woman of about forty. Though Hannah thought women of that age should be beyond any interest in fashion, Frau Ledermann dressed well. She wore tight-fitting skirts, grey or black, which outlined her shapely but elegant behind. The hems were just above the knee, nothing daring, but underneath she wore what looked very much like sheer stockings, not tights, with seams, and always heels. She had a selection of white and grey silk blouses, through which you could just see the outline of her bra, supporting her well-formed breasts. Her hair was cut short, but stylishly.

There was nothing immodest about her dressing, but it seemed to Hannah to be more focussed on making the most of Frau Ledermann's admittedly good figure than was proper given her age and her status. And Hannah noticed that she always wore make-up, which many of the female staff did not. Frau Ledermann favoured bright red lipstick and some eye-liner.

Her title indicated that there must be a Herr Ledermann somewhere, but if so he never appeared. Frau Ledermann's private life was opaque, which led to endless speculation. "She can't be a lesbian or she wouldn't be married," one girl said in the café after class. "She could be," Judith retorted. "She might be bi." Judith prided herself on her knowledge of the world and its ways, particularly its sexual ways. "I think she dresses to attract men," Felicity said. "What men?" Judith protested. "There's no one but gardeners and janitors round here. And old men like Professor Jackson."

The girls all giggled. "There's only one way to find out," said Susan, a girl from way down south with long dark hair and a sensual mouth which Hannah found a little disturbing.

"What's that? Judith said.

"Well," Susan replied. "You know..."

"What?" Felicity demanded.

"Someone must try to seduce her," said Meredith. They all turned to look at her. Meredith had a boyfriend whom she had sex with, lots of sex according to the accounts which she delivered to the other girls after every college break. She had even smuggled Tom into the sorority house one night. Girls had gathered outside her room to listen to the sounds of sex: grunts and groans, some sighs, and once a cry, whether of pain or pleasure.

"Are you volunteering?" Judith said.

"You know I don't do girls, darling," Meredith said. "I would have thought it's more a job for you." She gave Judith a sickly-sweet smile.

Hannah was shocked, not just at the direction of the conversation, but at the revelation that Judith was that sort of girl. At least, that was the implication.

"She's a bit old for me," Judith said. "I like them young." She looked directly at Mary Ann, who blushed and looked away. So, Hannah thought, that was what was going on. She'd found herself sharing a room with a nest of lesbians.

"I dare you," Meredith said to Judith. "I bet you fifty dollars you can't do it."

Judith felt her credibility as a figure of some authority was on the line. "How could I prove it?" she said.

"Show us a pair of her knickers," Meredith said.

"But how could I prove they belonged to her?"

"They'd smell of her. You know that perfume she uses. And they'd smell of her cunt too."

The girls giggled at Meredith's daring. She loved to shock. And Hannah was certainly shocked. She had expected a group of friendly girls, helpful, supportive, eager to learn. In the small mid-west town she came from the idea of girls who liked to play around with other girls was something people may have heard of, but Hannah was sure nothing like that actually happened there. River Falls was not San Francisco, after all. But nor was Lincoln City such a big place. And yet the atmosphere here was totally different. At least, it was at St Swithin's.

 

Chapter Three

 

Judith lost no time in her project of turning Frau Ledermann. At the most recent class, she had sat in the front row and focussed her attention fully on Frau Ledermann, to the extent that the older woman had been forced to take notice. Her eyes followed the teacher everywhere, and each time Frau Ledermann asked the class a question, Judith raised her hand, although she had not always been certain of the answer. Fortunately when she had finally been selected, Judith had the correct grammatical formulation on the tip of her tongue, earning her a big smile.

Judith found that during the remainder of the class, Frau Ledermann kept looking at her, as if she now found a special interest in this striking-looking girl sitting in the front row. At the end of class Judith took the bull by the horns and went up to her teacher. She had already worked out a question of German grammar which she felt would get her high points. Frau Ledermann seemed to take great pleasure in thinking about her answer; any teacher is flattered by the interest of a student, not least if the student arouses in her, although at this stage too deep for her to be fully aware of it, a certain erotic interest.

"Come and see me later this afternoon and I will have an answer for you," Frau Ledermann said. Whether, in her heart of hearts, she could have denied there was some other motivation in the invitation than a desire for teaching German grammar, would have been a moot point. But like most of us, Frau Ledermann did not always care to examine her motives too exactly. She liked this keen, eager young girl, so anxious to learn. What could be wrong with that?

Judith, although not always as perceptive about intent as she liked to suppose, was nevertheless an astute student of those women who were certain in their public pose that they had only an interest in men, but in fact were all too open to overtures from their own sex. She had derived a sense, from the looks which Frau Ledermann had directed at her in class, that something stirred inside that tight, well-cut grey flannel skirt, fitting so well around those shapely hips and buttocks. Judith had a sixth sense, as most sexual predators have.

The moment Frau Ledermann opened her door, Judith took encouragement. The older woman appeared slightly flustered, as if, despite knowing who it was who was knocking, she had not yet worked out what her response would be. Or did not trust it. Judith, on the other hand, felt supremely confident. She had, despite her tender years, lots of experience of turning girls. Admittedly, they had been of her own age. But she understood perfectly the psychology of those who are dimly aware of stirrings but are too shy or too guilty to acknowledge them, girls ready to be awakened to their inner selves, to their deep need to give service, to be used, or simply to have their fantasies realised, girls who needed to have their cunts whipped or stroked or kissed or stretched or teased. Girls who needed someone to show them what to do, to make clear what was permitted, what was required, and what was forbidden, and hence punishable.

Of course it was perfectly possible that she was wrong about Frau Ledermann. The woman might be dominant and Judith might be in for a nasty surprise, forced to serve her needs and made to lick older cunt, a form of service that she did not care for. She always had to be the one in charge, and it was her pussy, her young, fresh, eager pussy, a superior pussy quivering with anticipated pleasure, moist and getting wetter, that was entitled to service. And of course there was always the possibility that she was completely wrong, that Frau Ledermann was not a lesbian at all. After all, at some stage she had been married. Not that this counted for much, in Judith's experience. Fully half the girls she had turned had boy-friends. They went with boys because that was what girls did, that was how they got on in life. It was expected, it was natural that they allowed boys to have sex with them and would eventually marry. It didn't matter if they had enthusiasm for the married state. For what was the alternative? To be part of that demi-monde of women who were spoken about behind their backs? It was fine not to be married when you were eighteen, perhaps even when you were twenty-five. But after that, there must be something wrong with you if you had not found a husband. All this pressure left so many older women sexually desperate. Some had simply shut down, switched off, but others were seething cauldrons of bubbling desire, on which the lid had been held down. Once the lid came off, it was likely they would choose sex with whoever was to hand, whoever showed an interest.

Frau Ledermann ushered Judith into her apartment. She offered coffee and Judith accepted. They began a conversation about German verbs, but it soon wandered off into other fields.

"May I ask a personal question?" Judith inquired.

Frau Ledermann looked a little nervous, as if she might be forced to reveal some secret. Judith was more sure than ever what the secret was, and that she would be the one to prise it out.

"Of course."

"Are you married? Well, of course you must be if you are Frau and not Fraulein."

"I was," Frau Ledermann answered. A look of sadness came over her face. "He is dead."

"Oh, I am sorry," Judith said.

"An accident. In a car. So I left Germany and came here, to make a new life."

"Have there been others since then? Other companions?" Judith deliberately left the sex of them vague. Perhaps there would be revelations sooner than she expected.

"There is a man I see," Frau Ledermann said. "But rarely. He lives in New York."

Judith refused to regard this as a setback. It meant nothing, one way or the other.

"I should have thought such an attractive woman as yourself would not lack for admirers," Judith said. Perhaps this was being a little forward, but she was keen to push the conversation along. "In fact, I know you do not. At least two of the girls in our class have a crush on you. Silly, I know."

"A crush?"

"You know, they are sweet on you. Find you attractive. They like the way you dress, for example."

Frau Ledermann smiled. "And you, do you like it too?"

Judith was surprised at such a frank remark. "Yes, yes, I do, Frau Ledermann," she said.

"So please call me Ulrike," she said. She leaned forward to pour Judith some more coffee. Judith leaned forward too, brushing her arm as if by accident against Ulrike's breast. Ulrike flushed slightly. Judith stared at her blouse, waiting to see if the nipple hardened. She was sure that it did, just a little.

The coffee pot was empty. Ulrike got up to go to the kitchen and make some more. Judith strolled around the room, looking idly at the bookshelves, then stood by the window looking out into the garden at the back of the apartments. Ulrike came back and put the coffee on the little table. Seeing that Judith was still standing, she came to join her. The two women stood side by side, looking out at the afternoon light. Judith's heart was beating so hard she was sure it must be audible. Slowly she turned towards Ulrike and raised her hand, stroking the older woman's cheek.

"I'm not sure -" Ulrike said

"Shh," Judith said. "No talking now." She put her hand round the back of Ulrike's neck and pulled her close, then kissed her on the mouth. At first there was no response, the lips warm but unyielding. Then they moved, flexed, kissed back. Judith's hand moved to the top of Ulrike's blouse and began to undo the buttons. She could hear Ulrike breathing heavily. When all the buttons were undone, she looked down at Ulrike's bra, black silk, lacy, low cut. The firm breasts were bursting over the top. Judith unhooked the bra and the breasts tumbled out. She brushed the back of her hand over the nipples, already hard. Ulrike caught her breath. Judith's hand moved to the waistband of Ulrike's skirt and began to undo a button.

"No, really, I -"

Judith slapped her hard on the cheek. "I said no more talking."

Ulrike was shocked. Her hand went up to her cheek.

"If you don't want another slap, you will let me do what needs to be done. As much for your sake as mine."

Ulrike seemed in a kind of trance, as if she didn't believe that what was happening was real. Judith's fingers were skilled in taking off women's clothes. She unzipped the skirt at the back and eased it down over Ulrike's hips. Underneath she wore matching black knickers, lacy, tight, the silk sleek against the swelling mons. Judith ran her hand over it, lightly. I think we know what you are, dressed like that, Judith thought. With both hands Judith slipped the knickers down, letting them fall to the floor. She noted the full bush, a knot of curly blonde hair. That would need to be attended to. There was a garter belt and stockings, black stockings. They could stay for the moment.

Judith took Ulrike by the hand and led her towards what could only be the bedroom. They went in and Judith closed the door.

"On your knees," Judith said. She was in her element now. She could feel the power to control flooding through her; whatever commands she issued would be obeyed. Ulrike's eyes never left her face; perhaps she feared another slap. Judith began to undress, slipping quickly out of her clothes. When she was naked she stood up close to Ulrike, so close that the German woman's nose was almost touching Judith's pussy; through the short, carefully trimmed hair of her bush Ulrike could see the pink lips, slightly moist. Judith knew the woman could smell it. It was a smell she must get used to.

Judith reached out and grasped Ulrike by the hair, twisting it hard, forcing her head slightly to one side and closer still. Judith thrust her groin forward, pressing her pussy against the woman's mouth.

"Lick" she said.

Ulrike's tongue came out. She licked up one side of the labia and down the other. Judith knew immediately that she had done this before. But Ulrike didn't know exactly how Judith liked it; this she would have to be taught. Judith intended that some of the lessons would be painful. She ground her pussy hard into Ulrike's mouth, "Lick it hard, bitch," she said.

By pulling on her hair and thrusting her pussy forward, Judith tried to indicate to Ulrike exactly how she wanted her pussy to be pleasured. But it wasn't altogether easy without words to make it clear just what needed doing, and words might somehow break the spell. Eventually Judith pulled Ulrike's head away.

"It's not bad, it's not good," Judith said. "You must be more alive to my requirements. I'm not going to punish you this time, but next time I shall. Instead, I shall tell you what the rules are from now. Go back into the living room and fetch your knickers. On your knees, of course. Do not use your hands."

Ulrike crawled into the living room and picked up her discarded knickers in her mouth, then brought them back to Judith, who took them from her mouth. "Assume the position," she ordered. "Face pressed to the floor, arms stretched out in front, knees bent, a foot apart, back arched."

Ulrike knelt down, her ass thrust upwards. Judith bent down and pushed the black silk knickers up inside Ulrike's cunt, leaving only a couple of inches visible. Judith needed them wet and generously perfumed with cunt before she left.

"First rule," she said "No more unlicensed orgasms. You don't come unless I tell you. And don't ask. Requests will always be refused, and often punished. And don't think I shall not know if you transgress. I can tell from the feel of a cunt whether it has recently been pleasured or not." She herself doubted the truth of this, but she liked to assert it, all the same. Girls usually believed her. And even if the evidence was not in their cunts, Judith could usually recognise a guilty look.

Judith had the foresight to bring with her a small whip. She took it from her handbag. It was made of pigskin, the edges of the fronds sharp, cutting. She swung it hard against Ulrike's bottom. There was a cry of pain.

"If I hear any more cries like that, I shall whip you all night," Judith said. "So shut up. Now, second rule. Not only are orgasms forbidden unless explicitly ordered, touching is also forbidden unless commanded."

"I can't touch myself?" Ulrike said. "That's going to be very hard."

"I told you, shut up," Judith said. She swung the whip several times against Ulrike's backside. Ulrike gasped. Red welts became visible.

"I don't care what you feel about the rules. Keep it to yourself. Just follow them, or you will be sorry. I'll ruin your ass if I have to. Now, the next rule is, you don't invite or accept any overtures from other women. Your allegiance is only to me. As for that man, I shall consider what to do about him. If contact is permitted, you may have to pay a heavy price."

Judith knew she was taking a risk, that on such a short acquaintanceship Ulrike might not be willing for an exclusive relationship. But it was that or nothing as far as Judith was concerned.

"Next, you will shave your cunt, completely smooth, all over that area, every day. There will be regular inspections, and if I find you at all bristly you will be punished. And lastly, for the moment, though there will be other rules later, each time you teach in class you will leave off your knickers. Furthermore, I shall inform two or three of my friends in the class of this fact, so that you will look out at the class and know that there are several girls who are aware that you are a slut who comes to class without knickers. Now you may speak, if you have anything to say."

"It's very hard," said Ulrike. "I am used to coming several times a week. I need release or I get restless, can't work properly."

Judith swung the whip across the centre of Ulrike's bottom. "I didn't say there would be no orgasms. I said such as there are will be at my discretion. But I don't negotiate. Either you accept all my rules, or we don't play. Which is it to be?"

Ulrike knew she had no choice. Her cunt was dripping. She didn't understand how it had all happened so fast, but her whole body craved this girl's control. She turned her head and looked back at Judith. "Very well," she said. "I agree."

"One more thing," Judith said. "In future you will call me Miss Judith. Though not in class."

"May I speak, Miss Judith?" Ulrike said.

"Very well."

"Are you going to tell all your friends about me?"

"No. As I said, one or two girls in class will know that you have left off your knickers by order. More than that they will not know, though of course they will be curious, and they will surmise, rightly, that you are a slut. But I am very discreet. Unless you seriously displease me, the full facts of the matter will be confidential between you and me. But you can only rely on me for discretion if I can rely on you for obedience."

She knew this was a lie. Was she not intending to go back to her friends and display to all of them Ulrike's soiled knickers? Well, sometimes it was inevitable that you stretched the truth in these sorts of games.

"Yes, Miss Judith," Ulrike said.

"Lie on the floor on your back," Judith said. "Show me how you masturbate. Tell me when you are close to orgasm."