Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta
By Adon Libere
Chapters 9 and 10
Author's Note: Do you want to get heavy?
Comments are welcome at adonlibere@yahoo.com.
Chapter 9
When Jenny awoke, bright sunlight was streaming in through the windows. She yawned and stretched contentedly; she felt happy, relaxed, and gloriously free. She looked over at Kristin sleeping next to her, still in the previous night's white dress, and a wave of affection swept over her as she remembered the pleasure Kristin had given her. Suddenly she was struck with an impulse: She would return the favor. It was only fair, after all.
She pulled aside the sheet that was draped over Kristin's lower half. The dress had ridden up around her waist and she wasn't wearing underwear, so her soft blond bush was out in the open. Jenny leaned down and began to kiss and lick all around it, amazed by the smooth softness of the skin down there. Kristin stirred, aware that something was happening, but still half in a dream. She sighed and instinctively spread her legs.
After a moment's hesitation, Jenny bent down and took her first taste of another girl's pussy. It was a complex, slightly bitter taste, but she decided she liked it. She pushed her tongue inside as she remembered Kristin doing the night before; the blonde pushed forward to meet her mouth.
Jenny was unskilled and clumsy--in fact she had only the vaguest idea of how the clitoris really worked--but she was eager and sincere, and eventually she was able to bring Kristin to an orgasm that was all the sweeter for being so long delayed.
Kristin pulled Jenny up to lay on top of her. When they kissed, Kristin felt a sharp little thrill at tasting herself on Jenny's lips. In fact much of Jenny's face was moist with Kristin's juices; she'd gotten quite into it, apparently. Kristin pushed Jenny's hair back and whispered in her ear, "Now suck my tits."
Obediently, Jenny pulled Kristin's dress down around her waist and began to nurse on her left nipple. Kristin reclined and enjoyed the sensation, watching the pretty freshman's black hair bob up and down as she moved back and forth from one breast to the other. This was going to be an interesting day.
"OK," she said to Jenny after a time. "Let's go get some breakfast."
Jenny's overnight bag had mysteriously appeared in the room during the night; she and Kristin got dressed and made their way downstairs to the dining room, where an extensive buffet was set up. Jenny was famished. She piled a plate high with pastry and fruit, then looked around for a place to sit. There at a corner table were Kate and April. Seeing her roommate, Jenny felt self-conscious for the first time that day. She felt a pang of shame at what she had done with Kristin. But then she realized that April must have been doing the same things with Kate. Certainly they both had glowing smiles on their faces.
"Come sit with us," said Kate, indicating an open chair at their table. Jenny hesitated, but Kristin put her hand on Jenny's back and steered her in that direction.
"Did you know these two were roommates in the dorms?" Kristin asked Kate.
The redhead shook her head no, looking Jenny over appraisingly. "Interesting."
"We should all hang out together sometime," said Kristin.
"Absolutely," said Kate, licking her lips as she popped a strawberry into her mouth. "The sooner the better."
The rest of their conversation consisted of pleasant, ordinary chitchat. After Kate and April finished and excused themselves, Kristin said to Jenny, "I have some errands to run today. Why don't you go back to the dorms and pack up your stuff."
"Pack up?" asked Jenny.
"Starting tomorrow you'll be moving into the freshman barracks on the second floor. Tonight, though, I want to see you at my door at 8:00 sharp. Got it?"
"OK," said Jenny. "Sure. 8:00."
"Great," said Kristin. "See you then." She leaned over and kissed Jenny softly on the cheek, taking the opportunity to whisper, "I had a great time last night. And this morning."
Jenny couldn't stop herself from breaking into a silly grin and turning bright red. "Me too," she answered, her eyes cast shyly downward.
Back at the dorm room, Jenny found she had a hard time looking April in the eye. She felt like kind of a hypocrite, having resisted April so stubbornly, and given it up so easily to Kristin. And in the light of day, away from the environment of ABD House, the whole thing seemed so strange. She replayed the events of the last day in her head over and over. It had started off normally enough: dinner with a bunch of potential sorority sisters. Next thing she knew she had been blindfolded, stripped, chosen, and leashed. And far from trying to stop it, she had been a willing accomplice. In her heart of hearts she knew that she had wanted it to happen. When the time came, she had eagerly accepted Kristin's intimate caresses, and been all too willing to return the favor. What did this make her?
April, in contrast, was as carefree as could be, singing to herself as she glided around the room packing her suitcase. What would happen to this room, Jenny wondered. Would she still have to pay for it? There had been no mention of rent at ABD, so maybe it made no difference. There was no point thinking too much about it, she decided. There was something magical going on, and if she let it happen, she was sure everything would work out.
Chapter 10
Taking no chances, Jenny arrived in front of Kristin's door at 7:30. She didn't want to be too early, either, so she stood silently in the hallway, barely daring to breathe, until she heard the chiming of Bowmore's clocktower. Then she rapped on the wooden door as loudly as she dared. Footsteps sounded, the door creaked open, and framed there in the golden light of dusk was a vision: Kristin, towering over Jenny in heels, dressed in a black leather halter top and a short black leather skirt. She took Jenny by the hand, guided her inside the room, and closed the door behind her.
There was something new in Kristin's face tonight: a sternness, a seriousness of purpose. "It's good to see you, Jenny," she said. "But we need to set a few ground rules. First off, when you come into my room, the first thing you need to do is take off your clothes. All of them." She made a somewhat dismissive gesture, as if to say, Now.
Jenny scrambled to get out of her skirt, blouse, bra, and panties. Her breath was coming a bit heavy as she stood naked before her...what? Friend? Lover? Slavemaster?
From a hook on the door, Kristin produced the collar that Jenny had worn the night before. "When you're here you will always wear this collar," she said, "which symbolizes that you belong to me. Do you understand?"
Jenny nodded. Kristin handed her the collar, and after a moment's difficulty, Jenny was able to fasten it around her own neck.
"Now on your knees," commanded Kristin, "with your hands behind your back."
Jenny obeyed, growing wetter by the second as she gazed up into the blond Senior's suddenly pitiless face. "Get used to this position, Jenny. This is how I want to see you whenever you come here. Whether I'm here or not, you will assume this position and await further orders. Is that clear?"
"Yes," Jenny murmured submissively.
"Yes, mistress."
"Yes, mistress," repeated Jenny.
"Good," said Kristin, smiling that familiar smile for the first time that evening. "Now," she said, lifting her skirt slightly. "Do you know what this is?"
An enormous black plastic phallus emerged from underneath the leather. It was at least ten inches long and commensurately thick. Jenny, shocked and slightly frightened, shook her head. "This is a strap-on," said Kristin, "Every senior has one. Take a good look." She took a step forward so the shaft dangled inches from Jenny's eyes. "You'll get to know this baby very well over the course of the year. It's a good idea if you make friends with it as soon as possible. Do you know how to suck a cock?"
Jenny answered honestly. "No."
"You're not a virgin, are you?"
Again, Jenny answered in the negative.
"Good," said Kristin. "That'll make this a lot easier. Stick your tongue out."
Jenny did so. "Lick the tip."
Jenny obeyed.
"Now run your tongue up the shaft."
Tentatively, Jenny licked the plastic penis, feeling a fluttering sensation in her stomach as she gauged its size.
"Open your lips," ordered Kristin, sliding the tip of the strap-on into Jenny's mouth. "Let's see how much you can take," she said, thrusting her hips forward until Jenny started to gag. "Well, we'll work on it. Go lay down on the bed now."
Jenny did as she was told, spreading her legs obligingly. Kristin smiled to herself--this girl is catching on in a hurry, she thought. Something had told her all along that Jenny was desperately in need of a good fucking. And now she was going to get one.
From a bedside table Kristin produced two pairs of handcuffs, which she used to bind each of Jenny's wrists to the bedpost. Partly she didn't want Jenny struggling too much--this might hurt a little bit. But mostly she just wanted to see her beautiful Asian slavegirl chained to the bed. She also lit a candle to leaven the growing darkness of the evening. She wanted to be sure she wouldn't miss the look on Jenny's face when penetrating her for the first time.
Kristin knelt between Jenny's legs with the tip of the strap-on poised at her entrance. She looked down at the younger girl who gazed up doe-eyed, innocent, trusting but slightly scared. It was almost too much to handle. She leaned down to kiss Jenny's pillowy lips, tongue her ear, nibble briefly on her breasts. Then Kristin returned to her knees and eased the first inch or so into Jenny's slippery wet cunt. Jenny's mouth went wide and she let out a gasp that was half surprise and half pure ecstasy. This caused Kristin to abruptly abandon all restraint; she almost cruelly thrust the rest of the plastic cock into Jenny in one swift motion.
Jenny cut loose with a primal, animalistic howl. She had never felt anything like it in her life. (Her prom date, in addition to being quick, had been rather small.) Kristin backed almost all the way out and plunged in again. Jenny thrust her hips forward to meet the beast. She felt like she was being turned inside-out, but she wanted more, more, more.
Kristin was a big girl, she was in excellent physical shape, and she put all of her strength into the attempt to fuck Jenny senseless. Jenny's first orgasm had her screaming and thrashing, the handcuffs rattling against the bedpost, but Kristin didn't let up for a moment. She continued to pound into her freshman charge over and over, making her come again, then again, until the orgasms finally melted together into one long moment of undifferentiated bliss that enveloped the both of them.
Kristin collapsed in a heap on top of Jenny. Both girls were sweaty, exhausted, utterly satisfied. For the moment, anyway. Once she caught her breath, Kristin felt that familiar itch between her legs. She pulled off the strap-on and climbed up to straddle Jenny's head, slipping her hands underneath it and forcing it roughly up into her crotch. Almost in self-defense, Jenny began to service Kristin as best she could.
This was a new sensation for Jenny, to be completely buried in the taste and smell of another female. It was warm in there, and wet, and wonderful. She worked on finding Kristin's clit and attending to it, bringing a delirious yelp from the blond senior. Kristin climaxed once, then again, rubbing her clit against Jenny's nose. Sated at last, she stretched herself full-length on top of the younger girl and kissed her tenderly, then started licking her own prodigious juices off Jenny's face. Nothing was said, or needed to be said. All was quiet and peaceful as she uncuffed Jenny and wrapped her in her arms, savoring the feel and smell of her until they both fell asleep.