The Trial - Excerpt

 

The door creaked open and she was led through.

"Here she is. You have forty minutes. See to it."

"Yes Ma'am."

There were two voices this time, Both female and both sounding considerably younger than her escort. Carla stood quietly as she heard the woman exit and close the door behind her.

She sensed the two women approaching her, then a hand went to the back of her head and released the knot in the blindfold. She blinked as the bright lights hit her, trying to focus on her surrounds.

Slowly things became clear. She was in a large room, with a thick carpet on the floor and heavy drapes at the windows. The only furniture was a dressing table, surrounded by mirrors and what looked like a barber's chair set on a pedestal. She turned to look at her two companions.

They were both young, no more than eighteen or nineteen, and dressed in maid's uniforms with short black dresses and white aprons. One was blonde, the other dark. They were both extremely attractive looking, and both were eyeing the naked captive in a way that made Carla blush.

"Where am I?" she ventured.

"Quiet," said the dark haired girl. "You are not permitted to speak. If you do you will get us into trouble. Anna, the cuffs."

Carla stood quietly whilst her wrists were freed. Then the two girls took a hand each and led her through a door on the far side of the room. As they stepped through, Carla realised that it was a bathroom. In the centre was a dais on which the bath was placed, already filled with steaming water.

Carla opened her mouth to tell them she had already showered, then closed it again. After all she had had her orders.

They led her to the dais, which stood about a foot above the floor. A set of steps ran up to the edge of the bath and Carla was made to climb these. When she reached the top, her two companions slipped off her shoes and gestured to her to enter the bath.

The water was warm and sweet-smelling, and Carla lay down in it, allowing it to lap up around her breasts, She stretched her arms out along the side and leaned her head back, enjoying the relaxing feel of the bath.

At once the two maids set about bathing her, rubbing expensive perfumed soap onto her skin and rinsing it off with soft sponges. To Carla the sensation of their hands on her naked flesh felt wonderful, and she sighed with pleasure as her breasts were caressed by them, the nipples hardening to points as their fingers drifted over them.

The girls scrubbed her back, working the soap deep into the pores and massaging the muscles in her neck. Then they were moving lower, their hands drifting over her stomach and combing through her pubic hair.

"Ah!"

Carla was unable to suppress the exclamation as two small fingers slipped into her vagina, causing the muscles to contract about them as a surge of pleasure swept through her body. She wanted the girl to keep her fingers there, to rub her clitoris and stimulate her sex, but she merely soaped and rinsed as she had the rest of Carla's body, leaving the hapless girl aroused and frustrated.

When at last they were satisfied that their charge was clean, the pair helped her from the water, standing her beside the bath and towelling her body, dabbing at every nook and cranny whilst Carla tried her best to suppress the emotions the two youngsters' touches were kindling in her.

Once dry, Carla was led back into the dressing room. They took her straight to the barber's chair, and gestured to her to sit down.

Carla obeyed, shivering slightly as the hard, plastic material of the chair came in contact with her bare skin. Then the maids took over once more, laying her arms on the arm rests and, reaching underneath, pulling out thick leather belts. Before Carla knew what was happening they had secured these around her arms, holding them in place. She struggled for a moment with these bonds, but in vain. She was trapped. She looked fearfully at the pair, realising how vulnerable she now was, but they remained impassive, crouching down at the foot of the chair and fiddling with something there.

All at once, to Carla's surprise, they pulled a pair of metal arms out from the seat of the chair. These two steel poles projected about three feet, stretching out parallel in front of the chair on either side. Then the two girls swivelled round the top part of each, effectively doubling their length. These extensions locked into place at an angle to the originals, so that together they formed a sort of Y shape. Next the maids took hold of their captive's ankles and hauled them apart, attaching each to the ends of the extensions by straps that hung from them.

Carla found herself in an extraordinary position, her arms held fast at her side, her legs forcibly spread wide, leaving her sex gaping. It was a perfect position to be fucked in, she realised with a start, and if anybody chose to take her now there was nothing she could possibly do about it. The thought sent yet another spasm of lust through her as she sat eyeing her captors, her mind a whirl. Had she been brought here merely to be raped? But what would be the point of that? Phaedra knew that no bonds were necessary for a wanton young woman like her. She had already demonstrated her willingness by allowing herself to be stripped and chained. Still, it was with some trepidation that she watched as the two girls approached her.

There was a small case beside her chair, and the blonde girl stooped down and unlatched it. From it she produced a comb and a pair of scissors. Then she moved round behind Carla's head and began running the comb through her long, dark locks. But it was the other girl who caught Carla's attention now, as she too delved into the case. She emerged with a cut-throat razor and a can of shaving foam.

Carla watched as the young woman moved between her legs, her face reddening as she realised what a sight she must make with her legs spread so blatantly. Her eyes widened as she saw the girl squirt a blob of shaving foam onto her palm.

"Ah!"

Carla was unable to suppress the exclamation as the girl began to rub the white foam into her pubic hair, applying it liberally about the lips of her sex, her fingers brushing over Carla's already swollen clitoris and making her gasp at the intimacy of the contact. The maid was thorough, coating Carla's sex lips and working the foam in right the way around to her backside. Once she was satisfied with that, the girl opened the razor and ran it up and down a strop that hung from the side of the chair.

She began to apply the razor to Carla's flesh, sending shivers through the helpless girl as she scraped away the hairs about her nether lips in smooth strokes. Meanwhile the blonde began to snip away at the hair on her head, trimming it to a uniform length and combing it straight.

The hairdressing took no more than ten minutes. By the end Carla was surprised to see that her pubic triangle was still intact, though all the hair below it was shaved away, leaving the thick lips of her sex completely clear. Carla's face glowed as she thought of how she must look. She wondered what Eric would say when he saw her thus. However, she was certain that he would not be the first man to see her newly shaven slit, and the thought sent a surge of wetness through her as she contemplated what might happen next.

The blonde girl must have noticed the way the muscles of her sex had convulsed, because she paused, staring at Carla's sex.

"You're turned on, aren't you?" she asked.

Carla nodded, blushing.

"Would you like me to do something about it?"

Carla closed her eyes, unable to meet the girl's amused stare. Then she nodded again.

"Come on," said the blonde to her companion. "Let's have some fun with her."

"The Mistress will be back soon," cautioned her companion.

"With her in that state, this isn't going to take long."

Carla watched as the maid pulled open a drawer. Her eyes widened as she saw what she pulled out. It was a phallus, shaped to mimic an erect penis, bulging with thick veins. The youngster brought it across and held it in front of Carla's face, still grinning as she watched the trapped girl's expression.

"You fancy this?" she asked.

Carla nodded once more.

"Say yes please."

"Y-yes please," she gasped in a small voice.

"Suck it."

Carla hesitated for a second. Then she opened her mouth and took the thick object between her lips. It had a bitter, rubbery taste, but she didn't care, sucking hard at it as she would a real penis whilst her two companions looked on.

At last the blonde withdrew the object.

"That should be wet enough, I think," she said, and moved down between Carla's legs.

"Oh!"

Carla's entire body jumped, straining against her bonds as the girl began to press the phallus into her vagina, twisting it as she did so. She pressed it home until only the base was projecting from the helpless girl's love hole. Then she flicked a switch and the object began to vibrate.

"Ahhhh!"

Carla's body squirmed and wriggled as the most delicious sensation flowed through her. The two girls simply stood back and watched as she pumped her hips back and forth, her backside rising clear of the seat in the most blatantly sexual gesture.

"I think she likes it," giggled the blonde. "My god, she's practically on heat."

"Better get a move on," said her companion. "The Mistress will thrash us if we're late."

"You're right," the blonde replied. "Right sweetie, let's hear you come."

She took hold of the vibrator and began moving it back and forth, simulating the motion of a lover. Carla gasped aloud, her head shaking back and forth as her body was engulfed in lustful pleasure.

The girl manipulated the vibrator expertly. It was clear to Carla that this was not the first time she had frigged a woman with such a toy. She looked at the dark girl and wondered if she had received similar treatment in the past. The phallus felt wonderful, sending shocks of pleasure through her as it slid in and out, making a slight squelching sound as it forced out the juices that filled her cunt.

Carla was ecstatic. She wanted the sensation to go on forever, but she knew that, such was her arousal, she would not be able to last long. In no time at all the pleasure was becoming so intense that all she could do was moan aloud as she pressed her hips up at the humming object of her desire.

Then she was coming, shrieks of joy ringing from her lips as she pumped her hips back and forth. It was all the blonde girl could do to keep hold of the dildo so violent were her movements. If not for the straps restraining her it would have been impossible.

At last, though, Carla began to come down, her movements slowing as the passion ebbed from her. When she was finally still, her breasts rising and falling as she gasped for air, the girl slid the object from her once more.

"That feel better?" The girl asked.

"Mmmm."

"Time to get you out of here, then."

The girls began to release her, unstrapping her ankles and folding the leg restraints back into the chair before removing the bonds from her arms. They pulled the naked beauty to her feet, guiding her across to the dressing table. Carla allowed herself to be led without complaint, her mind concentrated on the odd feeling between her legs, the cool air feeling strangely arousing as it wafted over her newly shaven sex.

They sat her down before the mirrors and began to make her up. Carla sat compliantly as the eye shadow and lipstick was applied, though she was somewhat surprised when they rubbed a light colouring into her nipples, making them harden once more as the soft young fingers rubbed her sensitive flesh. Her surprise was doubled when they made her spread her legs and carefully applied a line of lipstick around her sex, an action that she knew must draw attention to her lack of hair in so private a place.

At last the pair seemed satisfied with her appearance and pulled her to her feet once more. Carla paused before the mirror, eyeing herself critically. There was no doubt that the two young women were experts. Her face and hair had never looked better, and her breasts and sex were, if anything, even more prominent after their ministrations. She knew that any man seeing her now would want to fuck her at once, a thought that thrilled her anew.

The dark girl approached her carrying the handcuffs and Carla obediently placed her hands behind her, shivering at the coldness of the metal as it closed about her wrists. The blonde then produced a collar. It was made of leather, with shiny studs round its circumference and she fitted it about Carla's neck. The inside was lined with velvet and it fitted snugly against the girl's throat. From it hung a long, silver chain, about the thickness of a dog's lead, which dangled down between Carla's prominent breasts to the floor. Finally the blindfold was placed across her eyes, once more plunging her into darkness.

They led Carla to the centre of the room, then left her on her own. She heard them exchange a word, giggling together, then the door opened and closed and there was silence.

Left alone, Carla's mind was filled with thoughts about her fate. Why had she been brought to this strange place? What were Phaedra's intentions in having her prepared in this way? There could be no doubt that something unusual was planned for her, and the more she speculated on what it might be, the more her arousal increased.

It was nearly a quarter of an hour before she heard the door open again. Somebody entered the room. It was a woman, the same one who had brought her into the house in the first place. Carla recognised the footfalls, and the scent she wore. She stood, tense and silent as the woman walked slowly round her, clearly inspecting the job the youngsters had done.

Something was placed about her shoulders. A cape of some sort. It felt as if it was made of silk, and it caressed her naked flesh deliciously, hanging down and clinging to her contours. It was fastened by a single drawstring at the neck and hung almost to her ankles. She knew that when she moved it would billow open, offering almost no cover for her modesty, but at least it was some form of clothing and she was glad of the fact that her shaven sex lips were, for the moment at least, hidden from view.

There was a soft clink as the woman took hold of the chain attached to Carla's collar. Then a hand reached inside the cloak and cupped her breast.

"Beautiful," murmured the woman. "Absolutely beautiful. And so wanton."

She gave a tug on Carla's chain.

"Come on my dear," she said. "They're waiting for you."