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[lcdrjmc] RP: Into the Maelstrom
(F+/F, Reluc, and a few surprises) by lcdrjmc@aol.com
Standard Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction
(honest!). It is intended for Adults Only, so if you're
not--then go away. It is not intended for sale, but if
you'd like to pass it around, feel free. Just keep the
header as is and all will be well. Enjoy!
Into the Maelstrom: Part I
Carolyn Lord knew it was going to a bad day the moment
Mr. Jonathan Brandon, the senior law partner, walked into
her corner cubical at Nine that Friday morning. He was
one of the original founders of the law firm where she
worked for the last five years as a paralegal secretary.
In his seventies, he spent most of his time wandering
around the various offices, talking of old times. He had
been quite good in a courtroom in his day, but his court-
room days were long past. Now he was parked in the chair
in front of Carolyn's desk, a very bad sign indeed,
because that meant her morning was just about shot.
It was obvious that the old man had taken a liking
towards her and was always looking for an excuse to be
around her. Not that he tried to get "fresh" or
anything, she had problems enough with the younger
members about things like that. No, Carolyn was sure
that Mr. Brandon was far too much a gentleman of the old
school to try anything like that, or even think of it for
that matter. He just liked to talk to her for extended
periods of time and that always played havoc with her
well-planned work schedule.
She liked the old gentleman and wouldn't think of
hurting his feelings by asking him to leave, even if he
wasn't the senior partner. So, as Mr. Brandon droned on,
Carolyn put an attentive look on her face and tried to
sneak in as much work as possible.
She thought about her main concern for the day,
getting ready for a major client conference this Saturday
(it figures). Then there was her upcoming evening with
Tiffany. She couldn't decide which was going to be
worse: being at work on yet another weekend or going to
a party with Tiffany.
Carolyn Lord first met the 18-year old Tiffany
Goodbody when she appeared as if by magic in front of her
desk six weeks ago. Tiffany was part of a freshman job
orientation program the firm had arranged with a local
college, and Carolyn had been designated as her sponsor.
Carolyn disliked her at first sight. She was
everything Carolyn was not. A classic American beauty,
outgoing and friendly as anything, undisciplined, and
stupid as a rock. If she wasn't a cheerleader, she
should have been with her full head of long, golden hair,
innocent big blue eyes, button nose, and pert, athletic
figure. To cap it off, her family was extremely wealthy.
She was driving a car (16th birthday present) that would
have taken Carolyn years to save up for, if ever.
Carolyn Lord was a 30-year old olive-skinned Greek
beauty who was from a poor family, with parents who were
much older than others of her age group. She had strait
blue-black hair, which she carefully maintained at just-
above shoulder length. She had worked herself through
legal secretary school, was extremely intelligent, and
always maintained an impeccable appearance. She also
maintained a very cool if not icy reserve that was very
hard for anyone, man or woman, to break through, although
many tried. As a paralegal, she was considered by those
in the firm to be the best they had ever seen, and quite
indispensable.
Tiffany Goodbody, after a few weeks at the firm, began
to hang around with another of the paralegals who worked
there, a young, full-figured Latin girl named Maria
Carmen Lopez.
Carolyn had a problem with Maria. She had been with
the firm for only a year, and Carolyn was also her
sponsor. From the beginning Maria had gone out of her
way to cultivate a friendship with the reserved Carolyn,
which, after several months, Carolyn had finally
responded to and they spent time together at the
occasional weekend lunch and movie. Once Maria told her
that she had an unusual group of friends who met every
Friday for an evening of "girl-games", and that Carolyn
had a standing invitation to join them when ever she
wanted.
Carolyn thanked her and, outside of work, tried to
avoid the young woman as much as possible from then on.
She wasn't really sure what games Maria was talking
about, but Carolyn wanted no part of them, whatever they
were.
But now there was Tiffany. She of course couldn't
wait to join Maria's group of party animals, and was
going in fact to a group "initiation" this Friday. It
was a party at an apartment belonging to a Japanese
exchange student named Tamiko Suzuki.
But for Carolyn, the maddening thing about it was--
Tiffany didn't want to go
alone. She wanted Carolyn to go with her! She told
Carolyn that she was really a shy person, and had trouble
meeting new people. She needed Carolyn along for
support.
Not normally a vindictive woman, Carolyn took pity on
the insecure teenager and, against her better judgment,
agreed to attend at least an early part of the party with
her.
She looked at Mr. Brandon still talking away in front
of her, and she sighed.
It was going to be a very long day.
It was 6:30 that Friday evening when a reluctant
Carolyn finally arrived with a very nervous Tiffany at
the modest-looking apartment complex where they were to
spend the evening. Inside the lobby, Carolyn was
surprised to see that it really was a very plush affair,
complete with health spas, pool, recreation rooms and
security.
"Not bad for an exchange student", she thought.
As they were getting permission from the front desk
for entry, Carolyn noticed that all the people she saw
there passing through the lobby were at most in their 30s
and rather expensively dressed. She was also surprised
to notice that, despite the heavy lobby traffic going
past the front desk, there weren't any men. It was only
women. She saw that even the staff, including security,
were all women as well. "How strange," she thought.
They quickly gained permission for entry and proceeded
up the evaluator to the 10th floor. After walking down
the thickly carpeted hallway, they finally came to the
door of the apartment. Carolyn, naturally, had to do the
knocking.
The door was opened by a short but very attractive
young Japanese girl. Carolyn was surprised to find the
girl was wearing a very short silk robe and not much
else. "We must be early," she thought. "She's not even
dressed yet."
"Con Nichi Wa," the girl said, bowing slightly at the
waist. "Good evening and welcome. I am Tamiko.
You must be Tiffany and her good friend Carolyn.
We've been waiting for you. Please come in."
"Thank you," Carolyn finally said, to cover for
Tiffany's nervous silence.
They entered the large apartment to find the party in
full swing. It was evidently a theme party of some kind,
because everyone seemed to be wearing just very colorful
(and brief!) bathing suits. Everyone that is, except
Carolyn and Tiffany. Carolyn had gone to Tiffany's dorm
directly from her job at the law firm, so she was still
in one of her office suits. Tiffany was in her usual
tight jeans and pullover.
Carolyn felt ridiculously overdressed. Tiffany had
not said a thing about the proper attire. If she had
known it was going to be like this, she probably wouldn't
have come at all. Well, she would just leave even
earlier than she had planned. She gave it an hour, and
that's all. She wondered if the scatter-brained Tiffany
had known about the bathing suits.
They were soon surrounded by nine semi-dressed young
women, all greatly excited about their arrival. After
looking at all the bare golden flesh in front of her,
Carolyn noticed with grim amusement that, at 30, she was
definitely the oldest woman in the room. And, after
watching how everyone was dressed (or rather not dressed)
it was clear that she was the only responsible adult as
well (although even the oldest girl there didn't look
much over 20)! It was just one more thing to thank
Tiffany for on Monday.
After introductions had been exchanged, Carolyn found
out to her dismay that it was in fact a "pool party",
even though the pool was located in the basement of the
building. Carolyn was relieved somewhat to hear that the
pool had in fact been reserved for their exclusive use
later on that evening, from 11 p.m. to 1 a.m. "At least
the party's just some silly excuse for these girls
to dress naughty," she thought.
But, pool or no pool, the girls were all quite
insistent that bathing suites were obligatory for
tonight.
"You mean you really didn't bring anything to wear for
tonight?" asked Amber.
"I'm sorry," Carolyn apologized. "I didn't know it
was going to be like this. Besides, I may not stay all
that long anyway, so please don't worry about me."
"But we told Tiffany all about it!"
"It figures," Carolyn groaned to herself.
"Well, I just forgot, that's all," Tiffany exclaimed,
to Carolyn's murderous glare.
Tamiko pushed her way through the crowd to where
Carolyn and Tiffany were standing, holding some small
bits of brightly colored cloth and string.
"Since you two didn't wear a bathing suit, here are a
couple of mine you can use."
"I don't think so," Carolyn haughtily replied,
looking down with ill-concealed horror at the terribly
revealing two-piece suits Tamiko held up for them to
wear. Even if they had been Carolyn's size, which was
impossible considering how petite Tamiko was, they were
still far too small for her. She always hated the idea
of exposing her body to anyone, even in her own modest
single piece suit. With Tamiko's, she would be
practically naked in front of these strangers. "Not a
chance!" she thought.
"Tiffany's the one you want. I'm just a visitor
here," Carolyn said brusquely. She wanted no
misunderstanding about her desire to be included as
little as possible in tonight's events.
Tamiko was terribly offended at her rebuffed
hospitality (for the Japanese take their manners very
seriously), especially when done in such an open fashion.
"My turn will come, you proud American bitch," she
thought with satisfaction. A vision of Carolyn naked on
all fours while being pumped in her beautiful ass with a
10-inch dildo flashed through Tamiko's mind. Content
with her thoughts of revenge, Tamiko kept her demeanor
calm as she turned to Tiffany.
"Tiffany? How about you?" she asked, ever the polite
host.
"Gosh, they're really nice, Tamiko," Tiffany gushed
with a worried look on her face. "I know it's a pool
party. But maybe a little later when we go down there,
okay?"
"Sure, honey. Whatever you want. Just remember, this
initiation is for you after all and you're going to have
to participate eventually."
"I know. And I appreciate being here, really I do,"
the nervous blond said. "When will we start the
initiation?"
"You'll find out," Tamiko replied knowingly, and
walked away, still holding up the unused suits. Hiding
their disappointment, the girls led their guests into the
interior of the well-furnished apartment.
As the party started again, one or another of the
girls would offer to get Carolyn any type of drink she
wanted, but she always declined. Drinking, she felt, was
just another way to loose control and she never liked for
that to happen. So, she drank only rarely, and then for
church or family functions only. She never drank at
parties!
However, Tiffany, Carolyn noted with dismay, was
accepting every drink she could get her hands on.
The party soon regained its previous momentum and
Carolyn lost Tiffany to her new friends. Left alone,
Carolyn wandered about the living room, admiring the
exquisite oriental art scattered about. Abruptly, she
found herself face to face with a very chagrined looking
Tamiko.
Bowing deeply, Tamiko said quietly in her lilting
accent, "I came to apologize for my rudeness earlier. It
was wrong of me to treat my guests in such a fashion. My
clothes were obviously not suitable for a person of your
stature."
Carolyn was taken aback by the girl's obvious
sincerity. She also realized that her own behavior
hadn't been exactly Emily Post either. Here she had come
to a party, and managed first thing to insult her
hostess. Worse, for Carolyn, was that she hadn't even
remembered to bring any food, which was a Greek insult in
itself! This girl had succeeded in making her feel very
guilty indeed. Now she was obligated to make it up to
the poor child in some way.
"No, it was my fault. Really," she said. "Let me
help in the kitchen or something. Please."
"No. You might soil that fine suit." Tamiko saw
Carolyn blush and look down at the floor upon hearing
that. "Good!" Tamiko thought. "Serves her right."
"Besides," Tamiko continued, "the error was truly
mine. As a token of my apology, please take this."
Tamiko held out with both hands a frosted-glass filled
with ice and a very thick, red liquid.
"You will find it is the just the thing for a hot
summer evening."
Carolyn carefully took the glass and wondered how she
could ask the obvious question about alcohol content
without offending the girl again.
"This is a favorite of my classmates at the school I
attended in Japan, before I left for college in America.
My mother always served this during their visits to our
home. It is called a Mai Tai."
"Oh, if her mother served it to her school friends,
then it must be all right," Carolyn thought. Relieved
that she had been able to avoid another mistake, Carolyn
carefully put the glass to her lips and tentatively
sipped the liquid. It was delicious and very cooling in
the warm room. To cap everything off, she could taste no
alcohol. The drink was completely safe.
"Why, this is marvelous!"
"Yes, simple but very soothing. It is after all only
a mixture of various fruit juices. But, you must drink
deeply for the full effect."
To Tamiko's satisfaction, Carolyn eagerly did as she
was told. Soon Carolyn was holding an empty glass. She
had drained it and hadn't even noticed. The drink was
that smooth. The only problem was, she found that she
was still thirsty.
"Could I have another, please?"
"I think that can be arranged."
Tamiko brought Carolyn a full pitcher of Mai Tai and
then led her to two comfortable chairs located near the
kitchenette and away from the party crowd on the other
side of the surprisingly spacious living room. There,
the two of them talked on into the night, Tamiko being
careful to replenish Carolyn's glass whenever it emptied.
After about an hour, the party moved over to where
Carolyn and Tamiko were sitting, where Carolyn learned
that Tiffany had finally been talked into wearing one of
Tamiko's bathing suits.
"The spare suits are in the bathroom," Tamiko
directed, with a pointed look at Carolyn.
The embarrassed Carolyn looked away as, with much
collective cheering from the other girls, Tiffany left to
change in the bathroom. She returned wearing the suit
and one of Tamiko's robes she found in the bathroom. Two
of the girls, Fawn and Samantha, took her back into the
bathroom and, after much shrieking and laughing, returned
holding a red-faced Tiffany between them. Tiffany was
busily trying to tie her small black bikini bottoms back
on while the two girls kept her moving forward by
swatting her on the buttocks.
"I just don't see the difference, that's all," Tiffany
angrily muttered to Carolyn, to the latter's delight, as
she fought with the short strings while constantly having
to turn to avoid hands seeking to smack her barely
covered bottom. "What's the problem with a robe, anyway!
I can barely keep this suit on."
Tiffany's ordeal ended when she finally got her
strings tied. The group then departed with the still
muttering Tiffany into the kitchen for a fresh round of
drinks. Soon Carolyn could hear Tiffany laughing with the
rest.
Carolyn was feeling very mellow by now. She
disapproved at the way Tiffany had to display herself in
the too-small suit (the girl could just get the bottom
strings to knot, and her breasts were practically
spilling out of their cups), but found herself enjoying
along with the others Tiffany's obvious discomfort.
Besides, she had felt all along that the only thing
Tiffany really needed was a good spanking.
The party drifted back across the room, leaving Tamiko
and Carolyn alone once more.
After a time, Carolyn discovered that she was having a
wonderful time here. Tamiko proved to be an intelligent
and highly educated young woman (Carolyn couldn't think
of her a mere girl anymore) whose tales of her life in
Japan proved quite fascinating. To avoid offending
Tamiko again, Carolyn made the sacrifice of drinking
whenever Tamiko re-filled her glass. It didn't matter to
her really. It was, after all, only an unusually
pleasant mix of fruit juices, and she could always work
off the calories on Saturday. The strange thing was, no
matter how much she drank, she always felt a little
thirsty.
Carolyn found herself completely captivated by Tamiko's
descriptions of Japanese culture. She had never heard
anything like it before, and couldn't hear enough about
it now. Tamiko proved to be an excellent guide into this
new world, and would patiently explain anything that
Carolyn asked her about. The normally aloof Carolyn
found herself becoming very appreciative of this young
oriental.
As the evening wore on, Tamiko talked of various
Japanese dating and marriage customs. To Carolyn's
surprise, the exchange student then went on to calmly
describe in intimate detail the sex life of a young
Japanese woman.
Normally, Carolyn would be horrified at this kind of
talk, yet tonight she felt strangely detached about the
whole thing. Tamiko made it all seem so normal, as they
sat there in a living room full of people while she
talked of things that Carolyn would have trouble even
thinking about to herself, let alone discuss with another
person. Still, she knew that such talk was really not
for her. It was only her desire not to once again offend
this sincere young woman that kept her seated, and not
jump up and leave this apartment immediately. Besides,
what Tamiko was telling her, however Carolyn personally
felt about it, was obviously of cultural and even
religious importance to this young person, so Carolyn,
taking another big gulp of her soothing and ever present
Mai Tai, was determined not to do anything to cause
offense.
"If only she weren't so explicit," Carolyn thought.
It was like being there, watching these terrible things
happening. Worse, as Tamiko went remorselessly on and
on, Carolyn began to feel as if what the girl was
describing was being done to her, personally. Her mind
reeled at the verbal images spoken by this calm beautiful
Oriental girl sitting in front of her.
As the girl went on from practice to practice, Carolyn
could tell it was starting to affect her. Carolyn
noticed that the room was becoming increasing warm.
Worse, she was finding her body becoming uncomfortably
warm. Her face was becoming flush. Her heart was
beating very fast and she was practically panting, her
breath had gotten so fast. She could feel the beads of
sweat forming on her forehead under her hair line. She
was starting to sweat inside her clothes, too. A trickle
of moisture was forming between her confined breasts and
starting to run down her stomach, while she could feel
another one was going down the small of her back. In
fact, her clothes were becoming very confining to her.
"How odd," she thought. "This suit had always been
such a good fit before." If only she could get out of
her office clothes and into something more comfortable,
then she would feel much better.
"The Sukmeuki Technique is especially favored in
Japan. In it, the woman's nipples are delicately and
rhythmically sucked on, like this."
She watched her hostess with what she hoped was a look
of only mild astonishment as the girl suddenly pursed her
lips into a small rose, with her flattening cheeks
indicating a sucking action.
"Oh, my God!" thought Carolyn. "She can't seriously
be showing this obscene act to me, could she?"
She wondered how she could change the subject from
Japanese arousal techniques (My God!) without offending
Tamiko when she felt a faint tingling in her breasts.
The feeling became more and more pronounced, especially
at the tips, and therefor increasingly disturbing to her.
The peculiar sensation kept increasing until it soon
became quite vibrant. Carolyn was stunned. It was
almost as if someone were sucking the rapidly hardening
tips of her breasts!
Carolyn looked about her wildly, but there was no one
even close to where she and Tamiko were sitting. She
quickly folded her arms protectively over her chest, but
the now-rhythmic pull on her diamond-hard nipples
continued.
Worse, whenever Tamiko's tongue flicked in a slow,
deliberate manor over her pursed lips, Carolyn could feel
her nipples being bathed in warm liquid.
She could only sit dumbfounded as her nipples
continued to inexplicably react to the actions of the
young oriental girl seated across from her.
Carolyn knew that it just couldn't be happening. She
was sitting fully dressed in a room full of other women
(children, really), attending a party. Yet, the way her
body was reacting, she might as well have been naked and
alone with Tamiko in some bedroom. Carolyn shivered at
the thought, although she couldn't understand why such an
outrageous idea could affect her in such a
way.
As suddenly as they started, the incredible sensations
coming from her left nipple ceased. Carolyn sighed with
relief and gratefully opened her arms and reached for
another drink of her cool and soothing Mai Tai.
She looked up from her drink and saw with dismay that
Tamiko was now looking at her right breast.
"Oh, no", Carolyn whispered as Tamiko again pursed her
lips and the now-familiar sucking sensation soon engulfed
the tip of Carolyn's right breast.
After seemingly ages of continuous torment of her
nipples, Tamiko started alternately to look from breast
to breast. Carolyn's chest felt as if it was constantly
being sucked and licked.
Her whole body was starting to respond to this weird,
almost supernatural stimulation. Sweat was breaking out
along her hair line and along her upper lip. Her lips
felt very dry and she was continuously having to lick
them with her tongue.
Carolyn grew to anticipate the stimulation, and she
was soon unconsciously bending forward each time she felt
the bizarre effect of Tamiko's demonstration as her
hardened nipples distended as if by magic.
Tamiko suddenly stopped her demonstration, but if
Carolyn noticed she gave no sign. She continued to lean
forward as the memory of her tingling breasts remained
with her.
Tamiko wondered at the sensuality this cold woman must
have buried deep within her. Her remote-stimulus
technique rarely had had such an effect on a victim. She
couldn't wait to try it on a much more personal area of
the proud woman's body -- her cunt!
Now Carolyn felt very warm in her clothes. Everything
seems to have shrunk, she thought. Even her underwear
felt as if they were all wrong, though she knew
everything fitted her perfectly this morning. Her
breasts felt as if her bra was a size too small, while
her nipples had reached diamond hardness. She tried
crossing her arms over her chest to provide some relief,
but that just irritated her nipples even more. Her
pantyhose had become quite uncomfortable, almost
suffocating. The narrow elastic of her panties was also
giving her trouble, cutting into her increasingly
sensitive skin.
She tried shifting her hips slightly from time to
time, but it didn't help. Of greater trouble, because of
her constant shifting, the fabric of the chair had worked
itself up between her thighs and was now pressing on her
most private of places. Now whenever she moved it just
made things worse, for when she moved the fabric just
pressed in even tighter on her vulva. She could feel it
very clearly in spite of all her clothes, and it was
becoming very uncomfortable for her. Yet she found it
impossible to sit still. She kept crossing and re-
crossing her legs, trying without success to relieve the
unusual pressure building in her vagina.
"What's happening to me?" she wondered?
Tamiko saw the effect her talk and the Mai Tais were
having on the American bitch as she continued with her
verbal seduction of the unsuspecting woman.
In hope of distracting herself from Tamiko's
increasingly hypnotic acts, Carolyn looked around for any
sign of Tiffany. Across the room, she saw that Tiffany
had become quite drunk (the little fool) and had lost the
top to her suit. Her breasts now were completely
exposed. Fortunately, no one seemed to mind Tiffany's
semi-nudity.
Carolyn found to her surprise that she herself wasn't
really upset about it, even when she saw that the others
were even now in the process of joining Tiffany's exposed
condition; but, she knew that it was a sign. It would be
soon be time for her to be leaving the party, before
things really got out of hand.
"Carolyn, my dear, are you all right?" she asked,
placing her right hand on Carolyn's left knee.
At the unaccustomed touched, Carolyn snapped back from
her dream-like state. She realized ruefully that Tamiko
had been talking to her and all she could think about
like some slut was the strange feelings she had been
getting in her breasts. My God, I must be losing my
mind, she thought.
"What did you say?"
"That technique I just showed you is easily adapted to
other areas of the body. For example, the area of
the..."
A loud crash sounded from across the room, followed by
a loud "Oops!" from an obviously drunk Tiffany. Tamiko
stopped taking and turned with an uncharacteristic look
of annoyance toward the sound.
Carolyn used the moment to try and rise unsteadily to
her feet. She had a sick feeling what Tamiko was going
to show her next and the very idea disgusted her
completely. She had been polite to this demure Oriental
sex maniac long enough.
Now it was time for her to go!
As she began to make her good-byes to Tamiko, she
stood up, only to quickly sit back down again.
"Wow!" she exclaimed. "What happened? My head feels
like it's floating."
"You stood up too fast, silly," Tamiko said as she
left her chair to kneel in front of the dazed Carolyn's
feet. "You must be more careful. Here, let me help
you."
Tamiko placed an arm around Carolyn's waist and helped
the shaken woman to slowly stand.
"Now, isn't that better?"
"Yes, thank you. You are a good friend. I am much
better now, although I still feel a little light-headed."
"Well, it has gotten very warm in here. That's
probably what you are feeling. You'll be fine when you
get outside."
"Yes, you're right. But, I really need to use your
bathroom before I go."
"Yes, of course. Please come this way."
Tamiko led Carolyn back through the living room past
the revelers and to the door of the guest bathroom
located at the entrance hall. As they were walking,
Carolyn could notice a distinct squishy feeling between
her legs. "Oh, my," she thought. "I must have to go
even worse that I thought."
"Here you go," said Tamiko when they reached the rest
room. "Oh, by the way. We are just about to start
Tiffany's initiation. I know it doesn't seem like it,
but it truly is a very important occasion and I would be
honored if you would stay for it. It shouldn't last more
than 20 minutes. We'll begin just as soon as you are
done here. Okay?"
At the moment, Carolyn could only think of her
bursting bladder. She had long ago lost track on the
countless Mai Tai's she had consumed. She would agree to
anything to be able to use the toilet. Besides, she had
appreciated the time Tamiko had spent with her and wanted
to do something in return for the young woman.
"Okay, Tamiko. And thank you very much for inviting
me."
Carolyn then dashed into the small bathroom and
quickly shut the door, just in case Tamiko had something
else she wanted to tell her!
Into the Maelstrom: Part II
Once the door to the restroom was safely closed,
Carolyn wasted no time in trying to set the lock, but
to her surprise the door had none. "Damn it!" she
thought. She knew that she was in no condition to find
another bathroom, so she just had to hope for the best as
she started to rapidly unbutton her suit jacket.
She slipped her jacket off and hung it carefully on a
hanger located behind the bathroom door. When she turned
for the toilet she got a good look at herself in the
mirror over the sink.
"Oh my God. I'm a mess," she said. Her once crisp
blouse was now soaked with sweat, and her hair was
practically plastered to her head with the stuff.
Hopping about the tiny room in her anxiety, she quickly
pulled her blouse out of the waistband of her slacks and
started to unbutton that as well. Her fingers fairly
flew over the front of her blouse and it soon joined her
jacket on another hanger on the door.
In the mirror she saw that her upper body was
absolutely dripping with sweat. "What the hell is the
matter with me tonight?" she wondered, and realized that
there was nothing for it but that the bra had to come off
too. Reaching behind her, she unfastened the retaining
strap and just let the bra slip off her shoulders and
fall to the floor.
"Oh, to hell with it", she muttered as she slipped
off her shoes, unfastened her belt and slacks, and pushed
her slacks hastily to the floor. She quickly grabbed the
waistband of her pantyhose and pulled both them and her
panties completely off. Almost frantic now, she kicked
the pile of clothes at her feet into a corner and flew to
the toilet. Scrabbling at the lid, she managed to lift
it and plop her hips down on the seat in one fluid
motion. And not a split second too soon, either!
"Aaahhh," Carolyn sighed as a torrent of urine poured
from her bladder into the bowl. When she was finally
finished, she went to wipe herself, and discovered to her
surprise that her pubic area was sopping wet with vaginal
secretions.
As she carefully cleaned herself, she gave the room a
quick look. It was a very small guest rest room with
space for one or at most two people. There was just a
commode, a sink, a full length counter top, and some
cabinets and drawers beneath the counter.
She reached down for the tangle of clothes she had
left on the floor and was surprised to find that the
crotchband on her panties was actually soaked through by
vaginal fluids! "Now what am I suppose to do?" she
thought. She couldn't wear them like that. She
certainly couldn't put them in her purse. That was still
in the living room somewhere. The idea of keeping her
soiled underwear in one of her suit-jacket pockets didn't
make her very happy, either. She looked in the cabinet
under the sink and found a small portable hair dryer.
So, she would soak the panties in the sink while she
cleaned herself, and then quickly dry them with the hair
dryer.
Carolyn washed her hands, then filled the sink with
warm water. She took a wash cloth and placed it in the
sink for a moment, then rung out most of the water from
it. She placed her panties in next, trying to rub out
any of her embarrassing juices from the material before
leaving it in the sink to soak.
She then used the damp wash cloth and, starting on her
face, tried to quickly wipe as much of the sweat off her
body as she could under the circumstances. Looking
at herself in the mirror, she supposed that she must
present quite a sight, being completely naked in this
small, public room. She thought of wrapping herself in a
bath towel, but the room only contained hand towels and
wash cloths. So, naked she was and, until she finished,
naked she would remain. "Well, it'll just be for a few
minutes, anyway," she thought.
"Please, God, let no-one come in," she prayed
reverently as she quickly continued her ablutions.
After she cleaned herself to her satisfaction of sweat
and her other more private secretions, she used the hair
dryer on her blouse and bra, so that at least they
wouldn't be damp any more. She finally pulled the
stopper in the sink, and squeezed as much water out of
her panties as possible. She was really hurrying now.
She knew that someone could come bursting into the room
at any moment to use the facilities and that she had not
a second to loose.
Impatient to be completed, Carolyn placed the dryer on
its highest setting. She dried her light-weight panties
quickly, playing the hair dryer's nozzle especially over
her crotchband, in order to be sure she wouldn't have
that terrible squishy feeling between her legs for the
remainder of the evening.
Without waiting to turn the dryer off, she placed it
on the counter and swiftly stepped into her panties.
"Finally," she thought, "I can get dressed again," as she
pulled them up her shapely legs. It was too late when
she realized that the elastic was much warmer then she
was used to, and what that might mean for the rest the
material.
The effect of the very hot crotchband on Carolyn's
already stimulated body was electric!
"OOOHHH!" she gasped, when the super-heated material
came into contact with her surprisingly sensitive vulva.
Carolyn was staggered by the sensation. She quickly bent
over, her breasts dangling freely under her as she placed
her hands between her tightly pressed thighs, palms
together, pushing upwards to try and relieve the
incredible sensations radiating from her poor vagina.
Behind her, over the blasting of the hair dryer, she
heard a fast knock and then the bathroom door opened.
"Oh, no!" she thought. "Not now!" Carolyn was unable to
move or even speak until the storm of sensation she
had accidentally unleashed within her finally quieted
down some. For the moment, she was helpless.
Whoever was behind her didn't say a word. The person
just stood there.
"Oh, my poor dear. What on earth is wrong?" she
finally heard Tamiko say. To Carolyn's relief she heard
the door quickly close, but then she felt Tamiko's hand
on the center of her back. Remembering her undressed
state, she covered her dangling breasts with her crossed
arms, but she found she still couldn't straighten up or
speak. The feelings coming from her panty-heated vagina
were still too intense.
After drinking in the sight of Carolyn Lord's drum-
tight panties stretched over the most perfect set of
buttocks she had ever seen, Tamiko reached across the
bent-over woman and picked up the still roaring hair
dryer. She knew exactly what had happened to her because
she (and the others) had been watching the woman through
a special two-way mirror ever since she came into the
room.
"Carolyn," she called, "Why is this dryer on? Was
your hair wet?"
Carolyn was terribly distressed. Not only had she
been caught in this ridiculous circumstance, she had been
found out using her hostess's hair dryer on her
underwear!
She could feel her breath coming back and in just a
moment she would try to...
"OH MY GOD!" she screamed.
Tamiko had pointed the dryer's nozzle at the strip of
Carolyn's panties running between her thighs!
Carolyn reflexively jerked forward at the first
shocking blast of hot air on the backs of her thighs, and
had to use her hands to keep from falling forward. She
ended up completely bent over the commode, her arms
wrapped around the piping located beneath the toilet's
tank, her head and shoulders wedged into the narrow space
between the commode, its tank, and the counter. Her
breasts lay exposed and pressed tightly against the cool
toilet seat. Her panty-covered buttocks were high in the
air over the toilet behind her, with her legs spread out
as far as possible because the toilet bowl was now
between them. She tried to immediately back out but
found that the stream of hot air kept driving her
forward. Soon, she was wedged in tight. She couldn't
get out! She was now trapped in front of a strange woman
with her behind high in the air wearing only her panties!
It couldn't get any worse.
"Help! I'm stuck! Get me out of here!" wailed
Carolyn. Then, she felt another blast of hot air upon
her crotch! Tamiko must still be holding the dryer and
Carolyn was right in the way. She tried desperately to
escape this inadvertent manipulation of her privates, but
she couldn't. No matter how frantically she moved and
jerked her hips, it was as if her burning crotch was
always right in front of the relentless dryer.
"The switch must be stuck from being too long at the
high setting. It does that sometimes. It will take me a
moment to fix it," Tamiko shouted over the roar of the
dryer.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to leave it on! Turn it
off!! Hurry, please!" Carolyn pleaded. "It's driving
me crazy!!!"
"Please be patient. There will be a fire if I can't
turn this dryer off. You shouldn't have left it on
High."
Tamiko played the super-heated air over Carolyn's
vulnerable crotch without mercy, being careful only not
to burn her helpless victim. She directed the heat
continuously over the crotchband of the woman's now
very warm panties, moving deliberately from front to
back, waistband to waistband. After a few moments, she
noticed that the continuous application of heat was
having its affect. The crotchband on Carolyn's panties
was now quite wet with her vaginal secretions. Also, the
heat had the added affect of expanding the panties' thin
bands of elastic. The loosening elastic, coupled with
Carolyn's constant gyrations in trying to escape the
heat, meant that the woman's panties were now slowly
working their way down her hips and buttocks.
Great idea, Tamiko thought, as she started to pull on
the loosened material. Slowly the loosened panties
slipped over the smooth flesh, revealing more and more of
Carolyn's quivering asscheeks. Downward they went, until
they were finally caught mid-way on Carolyn's wide-
splayed upper thighs.
Tamiko now played the heat directly on Carolyn's
puckered asshole and dripping cunt.
It took Carolyn a moment in her frantic attempts to
escape to sense that something was different. She
finally realized that her last bit of protective clothing
was now caught on her thighs. She was now not only
trapped but also completely naked in front of another
woman, with her most private places throbbing like crazy
and on full display.
"On, no! It just isn't fair!" she wailed and
started to cry. The sensations radiating from her belly
quickly sapped her strength. She quit trying to escape
and just stayed still, sobbing quietly in her humiliation
as her vaginal fluids began to run down her inner thighs.
Her sobs soon changed to unconscious moans as her being
was consumed by the strange effects the heat was having
upon her.
While still carefully appling the deadly heat with one
hand, Tamiko reached into a drawer with the other and
pulled out a long, thin, yet powerful vibrator. Teasing
the tip over Carolyn's vulnerable pussy lips, she worked
it up and down the slit. Getting no reaction, she
pressed the tip into the tight but well-lubricated
passage. Slowly she pushed it in further and further.
She stopped her penetration of Carolyn's defenseless
vagina when the vibrator was in half way. She then
gently moved it in and out as she continued to play the
still roaring hair drier with her other hand over
Carolyn's exposed crotch.
Carolyn's vulva was on fire. She was dimly aware
that something was going on behind her, but in her dazed,
befuddled mind she thought that it was only effects of
that terrible heat. The blood was rushing to her head
and she felt herself on the verge of passing out. Then,
she heard a distinct "click" and her vagina exploded!
"AAAHHHH!" Carolyn screamed, as Tamiko pushed the
now activated vibrator deep into her steaming crotch.
Her hips flailed about in their attempt to escape this
new torment, but with no success. Tamiko skillfully kept
working the vibrator deep into Carolyn's vulnerable
pussy, yet always being careful to keep her from the
climax her body so desperately needed. Finally, her
shattered mind no longer able to handle the overwhelming
foreign sensations coming from her vagina, Carolyn
fainted.
Tamiko turned off the vibrator, but left it embedded
deep in Carolyn's still dripping cunt. She then turned
off the roaring hair dryer and returned it to the
cabinet. After dropping a few hand towels on the floor
next to the commode, she motioned to the two-way mirror.
The other girls (except for Amber, who was keeping
Tiffany busy in the kitchen) crowded around the open
doorway, drinking in the sight of the naked and helpless
Carolyn, still stuck behind the commode with her ass high
in the air behind her. Samantha squeezed into the tiny
room and helped Tamiko lift the unconscious Carolyn.
When they had her more or less upright, Tamiko reverently
pulled down on the woman's panties and with a damp "plop"
they fell to Carolyn's feet! They then laid her on the
floor beside the commode over the spread towels. When
they left, Tamiko gently removed the vibrator from
Carolyn's sopping cunt, carefully washed it, and returned
it to the drawer. She added the hapless woman's
panties to the pile of Carolyn's clothing on the floor.
She turned to the unconscious woman on the floor
before her, drinking in the wonderful sight of a very
naked and helpless Carolyn Lord. For Tamiko, this was
the stuff that dreams were made of. With a faint
sigh, she covered Carolyn's lush, firm body with the last
of the hand towels and settled on the closed commode to
wait for the woman's return to consciousness.
She looked wistfully at her beautiful victim. "You
think that was something, you stuck up American bitch,"
Tamiko mused. "You haven't seen anything yet. I'm just
getting warmed up." She began working on the changes
required for tonight's work caused by this unexpected but
very welcome episode. It turned out there were hardly
any changes needed at all.
The first thing that Carolyn became aware of was that
she was lying on her back in a room that was spinning
like crazy. She had never felt like this before and
wasn't really sure what to do about it. She hadn't eaten
yet, so perhaps her blood sugar was low. Nor was that
all. She knew that something wasn't right, but couldn't
decide what it could be. If only the room would stop
this weird spinning, she was sure she could make sense of
it.
While she waited for the room to stop, she slowly
realized that she was delightfully cool and relaxed. She
vaguely remembered being very hot and uncomfortable and
even tense about something earlier, but now she felt
quite pleasant (except for the spinning, of course). Her
clothes didn't feel tight at all now. She was content
just to lie there and wait for everything to settle down.
Still, there was something about her clothes...
"Oh my God!" she croaked. "That's what was wrong,'
she thought. "I'm naked!"
Her eyes snapped open and she found herself lying on
the floor of a very small bathroom. She looked down and
saw that she was (barely) covered with a long hand towel.
A young oriental girl was seated on the closed commode
next to her, with a look of concern on her face.
"Are you all right?" the girl asked kindly. "You
had us worried there for a moment."
"Tamiko!" Carolyn cried, when she finally remembered
where she was. "What happened?"
She tried to quickly sit up but her head thought
otherwise and she soon laid back down again, heedless
that her towel had fallen away and her breasts were now
uncovered to the gaze of the delighted Tamiko.
"Oooohh, my poor head," Carolyn moaned.
"Here, let me help you," Tamiko said as she assisted
the shaky Carolyn to sit up and lean back against the
bathroom wall.
Carolyn saw that her chest was now exposed in front of
another woman and quickly scrambled with the towel to
keep herself properly covered.
Carolyn didn't protest when Tamiko sat alongside her
on the crowded floor and placed an arm around her smooth
shoulders and held the dazed woman close to her.
"Just remember to take it easy. You've had a bad
fall."
Even in her almost naked condition, Carolyn knew she
desperately needed someone to care for her right now.
She needed someone very badly.
It all became too much for her and, for the first time
since she was ten, she began to cry.
"What happened to me?" she sobbed. "I don't
understand."
She leaned over the woman, and helped her to stand.
Tamiko managed to get the sobbing woman to her feet where
she clung with desperation to the Japanese teenager, her
protective towel now lying forgotten on the floor at her
feet.
Carolyn's beautiful lush body pressed tightly against
Tamiko's thin silk robe. Tamiko put a comforting arm
around the nude Carolyn's waist, and was careful to press
herself fully against her whenever the opportunity
presented itself. Tamiko knew that this wonderful
contact was almost more then she could endure, and she
desperately wanted to take this exciting woman right then
and there. But, she realized that Carolyn's night of
surprises was just beginning, and they all still had a
long way to go before the delightful end. "Patience,
Tamiko," she thought sadly. "Patience."
"What happened?" Carolyn gasped, trying to get her
emotions under control.
"You fell and hit your head. Don't you feel dizzy?"
"Yes."
"Well then."
"But why are my clothes all over the room?"
"Because you must have taken them off when you came
in here to use the facilities. You were saying earlier
something about being very warm. Perhaps you were just
trying to cool off. Don't you remember?"
"But why would I take them all off?"
"Listen, my precious one. When I came in to see what
was taking you so long, you were lying there on the floor
as you are now, with the hair dryer on high. I was the
one who covered you with a towel. Outside of that, I
have no idea what you were doing in here."
"What...What happened?" Carolyn cried.
"I think you fainted, so I came in. Are you all
right?"
Carolyn was exhausted, her mind overwhelmed and unable
to function. Heedless of her nudity, she could only
cling, sobbing, to her rescuer. It was Tamiko who had
gotten her free of her totally degrading situation. She
could never repay her enough for that!
"Thank you," she sniffed, trying to regain control
of herself. "I don't know how I..."
The proud Carolyn dissolved into tears again. She
held the delighted Tamiko tightly, not noticing the
Japanese girl's small hands moving lovingly over her
firm, exposed buttocks.
"Come on now. It is all right. You are fine. No
harm has been done," said Tamiko as she soothed the
distressed Carolyn, now freely caressing the woman's bare
back.
When Carolyn's sobs finally stopped, a grinning Tamiko
handed her a box of tissues. "Here, you will be needing
these, I think."
Seeing the young woman's smile made Carolyn realize
the ridiculousness of the situation. Here she was naked
in a small bathroom. How stupid it all was! She was
very grateful to this young woman for being so helpful
and understanding of her. She hardly ever found anyone
like that.
"Thank you, Tamiko," she said, as she smiled back at
her new friend and accepted the box. "I believe that
you're right." She blew her nose and used another
tissue to clean up her face.
"That's the spirit. Now, sit here and we'll get you
cleaned up."
Carolyn obediently sat on the closed lid of the toilet
seat and patiently waited while Tamiko used a damp wash
cloth on her face to clean off the effects of Carolyn's
crying. It was while she was sitting there that Carolyn
realized that she was still naked. She looked about for
her clothes and fould them all jumbled together in a
corner. When she reached for them, Tamiko told her to
sit still.
"We'll take care of that later." she said. "Don't
worry about it."
"But..."
"Now, sit!"
So Carolyn sat there primly in the nude on the toilet
seat, with her hands in her lap, as Tamiko plied her with
a wash cloth. Although worried at first when she saw
that Tamiko was using very hot water on the cloth,
Carolyn found the effect to be surprisingly refreshing.
"I usually put damp towels in the microwave when I
have company over for dinner. It is a very old Japanese
custom and is a great way to start a meal," Tamiko
explained as she began to wash Carolyn's upper chest.
"Would you care to do that sometime? Come over for
dinner, I mean?" Tamiko asked as she gazed in rapture
between the firm high-set breasts to the downy vee
nestled between Carolyn's partially opened thighs.
Carolyn was touched at this sincere gesture of the
woman's friendship. She was beginning to like Tamiko
more and more.
"Why, yes. I'd love to. Anytime."
"Don't be so eager," laughed Tamiko, as she started
washing Carolyn's upper breasts. "You haven't tasted my
cooking yet!"
"Oh, stop. I'm sure that it'll be wonderful."
As they made plans for their evening to come, Tamiko
carefully used the wash cloth to wipe over and under each
of Carolyn's firm breasts.
During this pleasant conversation, Carolyn thought
nothing of Tamiko washing her breasts. It was so
pleasing, being cared for like this. Tamiko had a very
gentle and caring touch and, in spite of the situation,
Carolyn found herself relaxing to the handling of this
accomplished young woman. When she finally realized what
was actually happening, Tamiko already finished her chest
and had moved around to clean her back.
"Oh, forgot something. Be right back," Tamiko said.
Before the startled Carolyn could say anything, Tamiko
dropped the wash cloth into Carolyn's lap, reached down
for Carolyn's soiled panties, and, taking her pantyhose
as well, left the room.
Poking her head back around the door, Tamiko smiled
and said pleasantly, "Now, don't go away!" before she
vanished again behind the closed door.
Carolyn actually found she could laugh at that.
Already feeling better, she picked up Tamiko's discarded
wash cloth and continued the job of cleaning herself.
She avoided her sensitive breasts. She was amused to
note her new good friend Tamiko had accidentally induced
her highly sensitive nipples to an erect state of diamond
hardness and caused her to become a little breathless in
the process. Carolyn methodically worked down her flat
stomach to her pelvis. She quickly washed off her
leaking fluids, thankful that Tamiko hadn't noticed such
a shameful activity on her part. She couldn't understand
what was causing her to be so wet tonight. She could see
that her labia lips were red, swollen and unbelievably
sensitive. She could barely touch that area with the
cloth without causing her heart to race. She hadn't
realized until now just how affected she had been by that
damned hair dryer. When she used the wash cloth on her
behind, she found that that heat had started her leaking
back there as well. "Oh my God!" she thought, and
quickly used damp toilet paper to clean off the offensive
secretions coming from her anus.
Carolyn had worked her way down to her knees when
Tamiko returned. Carolyn was delighted to find the young
woman carrying a tray with two glasses full of ice and a
picture of Mai Tai. She suddenly realized that she had
become very thirsty at that! Carolyn was also relieved
although quite embarrassed to see her panties neatly
folded on the tray. She noted with some dismay that she
didn't see her pantyhose anywhere.
"Okay, now let's get you dressed."
Carolyn was surprised to notice that the inside of her
panties was covered with a very fine powder.
"I sprinkled some baby powder that I use on mine when
I cleaned them," Tamiko explained when she saw Carolyn's
look of consternation. "It helps to keep down the
moisture."
At the reminder of how so uncontrolled her body had
been acting this evening, Carolyn blushed deeply and
turned her head away with embarrassment. It was so bad
that even her new friend Tamiko had noticed. She was so
ashamed at this further public humiliation that she
didn't even notice when Tamiko began helping her get into
her panties. At Tamiko's gentle urging, Carolyn stepped
into them without thinking and let Tamiko pull them
slowly up her sculptured legs and over her flaring hips.
"Oh!" she gasped involuntarily, as she felt Tamiko
pull them up much more snugly than Carolyn preferred.
She looked down and was shocked to realize that Tamiko
was in the process of getting her dressed! She could
sense the woman's hands on her behind as she carefully
smoothed out the material (what else could she be doing
back there?). The panties had been dragged so high that
she could feel the lower half of her buttocks were
exposed. The panty material had sunk deep into the
crevasse of her behind. Even the crotchband was pressed
tightly against her poor abused pubic area, but the
powder Tamiko had used felt soothing to her now highly
tender nether regions.
In any event, she was still feeling far too
embarrassed to draw attention to herself even more by
saying anything, let alone attempting to adjust them
herself while someone was in the room with her. To top
it off, she noticed that her modest panties were fitting
much looser around the waist than they had when she put
them on this morning. She decided that the elastic must
be giving out.
"Damn! And a brand new pair, too," she thought.
Yet, despite her resolve to let Tamiko help her, when
she saw Tamiko with her bra she covered her breasts.
"This has gone far enough," she thought. She felt
perfectly able to dress herself, thank you, and in
private, please. But, seeing the expectant and helpful
look on Tamiko's face, she resolved that she would do
anything not to hurt her new friend again. Besides, new
friend or not, she was exhausted, light headed, and
desperately needed to get to her bed. The sooner she was
dressed, the sooner she could leave.
"Let me do that, please," Carolyn hesitantly asked,
as she let Tamiko lower her arms to her sides.
But Tamiko insisted on doing it herself. Carolyn
wished the girl would let her do it, because she was
obviously having trouble with the bra. She first tried
it from Carolyn's front, then went behind the woman and,
pressing her body tightly against Carolyn's, tried it
with her arms coming around her. Either way, for some
reason Carolyn couldn't understand, the bra wouldn't fit
correctly. Worse, her highly sensitive nipples kept
getting in the way of Tamiko's hands. She jumped every
time Tamiko inadvertently touched them. Eventually, she
was jumping so much that Tamiko had to ask her if there
was anything wrong.
"Oh, no. Everything's fine," Carolyn gasped, as the
back of Tamiko's hand once again grazed her right nipple.
They were becoming extremely erect and developing the
consistency of diamonds. With a sigh of relief, Carolyn
finally felt her breasts snug in their cups and the strap
firmly fastened behind her (Tamiko only fastened one of
three hooks).
Next came the blouse, slacks, belt (Tamiko left it
very loose), scarf, and finally her jacket.
As she stepped into her shoes, Carolyn looked at
herself carefully in the mirror. She looked just as
crisp and capable as always. It was, she felt, the
appearance of someone who is always in control..
Thankfully, no one could tell by looking at her that
anything so outrageous happened to her while she was in
here. Looking at herself, she herself was finding it
hard to believe that anything occurred at all. Only a
faint but surprisingly persistent tingling in her crotch
was the only sign that something actually happened.
That, and her misplaced pantyhose. "But no one will ever
know about that," she thought.
"Thank you for your hospitality and for your... help.
But I really must be going. I don't feel very well,"
Carolyn confessed.
"But you simply can not leave now. I would worry
about you the rest of the night. I couldn't stand not
knowing whether you got home safely or not. Let me take
you."
In her dazed state, Carolyn wondered if Tamiko might
not be right. Perhaps she did need someone to be with
her on the drive home. Too much had occurred to her this
evening that she couldn't even begin to comprehend. She
needed some quiet time at her apartment to understand
what happened to her, and especially try to comprehend
why her normally very obedient body was so out of control
tonight.
"Besides, you did promise me that you would stay.
Remember?"
"Oh, damn," Carolyn thought bitterly. Of all the
times to obligate herself, she had to pick tonight.
Well, this was one of those times when the only option
was just to make the best of it.
"Yes, I remember. Of course I'll stay" Carolyn
found herself looking deeply into the surprisingly
beautiful black, almond eyes of the girl. "And thank
you again, for caring."
"It's what friends are for, you know."
"Yes. That's very true. So, how soon after the
ceremony can we leave?" Carolyn asked, still desperately
anxious to be on her way home.
"Not until Tiffany has been completely initiated.
Shouldn't be long. See you in the living room," Tamiko
said over her shoulder as she quickly left Carolyn.
So, in spite of everything that had happened to her,
she was still going to be here for the initiation
ceremony. She couldn't believe it. Her head was
swimming, she felt very tired, and yet her body had never
been more alive. It was positively tingling with
sensations.
Well, if Tamiko wanted her to stay then so be it. It
was the least the she could do for all of Tamiko's
kindness towards her. Besides, the way Tamiko has been
describing it, it should prove of cultural interest if
nothing else.
Into the Maelstrom: Part III
When Carolyn returned to the living room, she felt
greatly refreshed, although still a little dazed from
the things that had happened to her already this evening.
"It's amazing what some cold water, an empty bladder, and
a few Mai Tais will do for a person," she thought.
Strange though, even after being fully dressed again,
she found that her vagina still felt squishy to her.
She could only hope that she would not embarrass herself
before she could thankfully leave for her own apartment.
In the time that she had been gone, some changes had
taken place.
The lights were all off, except for some candles and
smoking sticks of incense placed in a circle around one
of the couches. On the backless couch was Tiffany,
lying full-length on her back, with Tamiko standing
alongside her. Tiffany's bikini bottoms had joined her
top on the floor, leaving the golden teenager completely
naked.
Tamiko looked like she was massaging the teenager's
curved thighs. Carolyn remembered Tamiko saying that a
lot of what was going to happen here tonight was based on
various Japanese customs, some of which could be traced
to the national Japanese religion of Shinto. Tamiko had
told her that nudity sometimes played a great part in
these rituals, and here it was already.
Carolyn Lord loved religious ceremonies and she was
suitably impressed as she watched Tamiko, still in her
robe, move her small hands up and down Tiffany's closed
thighs. Whatever Tamiko was doing, Carolyn saw that
Tiffany was really enjoying it. She didn't think that
was really a suitable response to a formal ceremony like
this. Hopefully the girl would eventually get caught up
in the religious fervor of the thing.
Tamiko repositioned Tiffany's legs, so that the
teenager's naked vagina was now plainly exposed. The
bullet-shaped nipples on Tiffany's exposed breasts stood
taut and in the candle light, her suntanned flesh fairly
gleamed in the darkness. Carolyn could see the
fixed gazes of the other girls watching Tiffany, and knew
that they too had been affected by the ceremony. She
was becoming fascinated by what her new friend
Tamiko was doing to the pliant Tiffany and,
unconsciously, she moved closer to the inner circle
for a better view.
Her own repressed and highly controlled life had
never prepared her for what was now taking place in front
of her. She shuddered in sympathy as she watched Tamiko
lean over Tiffany's waist. She wasn't sure why the
Japanese girl was so interested in Tiffany's pubic area,
but whatever it was it definitely had Tiffany squirming
like crazy. Carolyn remembered her own annual physicals
and got chills just thinking about it.
Tamiko them abruptly stood up.
"She is ready," she intoned to the room, as she
stepped out of the circle and disappeared into the
darkness.
Maria, Tiffany's friend from work and now quite
naked, then replaced the departing Tamiko. She sat on
the couch right between Tiffany's parted legs. Two other
girls, a nude Amber and Kathy, positioned themselves
kneeling on either side of the golden Tiffany's
shoulders.
It was obvious to Carolyn that the true ceremony was
about to begin!
She watched as Maria bent between Tiffany's upper
thighs and placed her face directly over Tiffany's
exposed pubic area. The girls on either side of Tiffany
knelt beside her. Each placed her mouth on one of the
teenager's pert breasts and began to nibble and suck on
the highly erect nipples. Carolyn wasn't sure but she
thought she saw through the darkness Tiffany's eyes cross
in response to this part of the ceremony regarding her
firm young body.
Carolyn could not tear her eyes from the scene before
her. She wondered what was going on here. This was
just supposed to be some sort of religious initiation for
Tiffany. She had heard stories from her cousins who had
gone to college about some of the terrible things they
had to do for acceptance into their sororities.
Complete physicals, that sort of thing, and given not by
doctors either, but by the sorority members themselves.
"It must be the same here," she thought. Now she had to
watch this in person.
"My God!" Carolyn whispered in amazement. Well, this
was what Tiffany wanted, and now there she was, laying on
her back completely naked and being examined by a... a...
another woman! A naked woman at that! Two other women
were now washing her off with their tongues, for God's
sake! And why were they concentrating on her breasts
like that? How dirty could they get? Her own breasts
tingled in response to the sight, her nipples becoming
very erect in their confining bra cups as she guiltily
remembered her own weird experience with Tamiko. Her
heart beat was increasing and the room felt increasingly
stuffy. Carolyn crossed her arms over her chest to try
and quiet her breasts down.
"Oh, my!" she thought. She was reacting to a physical
exam being given to another person! "What's wrong with
me?" she wondered.
She stole another look in the darkness and could see
the faces of the other girls reflected in the dim candle
light. They still looked fascinated at the sight. She
could tell! Well, they must really take their physical
fitness seriously here.
Actually, the other women in the room were really
watching something else. It was what they had in fact
been secretly watching all evening. It was the cool,
beautiful Carolyn! They remembered how she had reacted
to the bathing suits, the Mai Tais, and finally Tamiko's
sex talk. They remembered how quickly Carolyn's body
responded to Tamiko's actions in the guest rest room.
They observed her very carefully now. They saw
Carolyn's flushed face. They noted how she kept staring
at Tiffany's exposed pussy. They observed with pleasure
the rapid rise and fall of Carolyn's full chest,
underneath the well-tailored suit jacket. The normally
very cool and collected Carolyn was not looking so very
cool and collected at all! There was a chance at
Carolyn after all, and their eyes met with knowing
looks. It was why they agreed to do this in the first
place. Girls like Tiffany were true gold to this group
of lesbians, but a Carolyn only came along once or twice
in a lifetime. In fact, they let Tiffany join the group
and come this night only on the condition that she
would bring the unaware Carolyn with her. It was her
price of admission.
And so, here she was. A chance at the prime cherry,
the ultimate conquest. The group couldn't believe their
luck!
Three lesbians moved to unobtrusively surround the
unsuspecting 30-year old woman. Tamiko, nude and
unobserved, was standing directly behind her, with
Samantha to Carolyn's left and Fawn to her right, both
still wearing their brief bikinis.
Carolyn was so mesmerized by Tiffany's medical
inspection that she first noticed Samantha and Fawn only
when Fawn put an arm around her waist. Carolyn jerked
at the innocent contact but was too intent on what was
happening to Tiffany to say anything. She did not like
it when anyone got too physical with her.
"Do you find it exciting, Carolyn?" Fawn whispered.
The presence of the two semi-nude girls (they were now
both topless) in such close proximity to her was making
her very uneasy.
"It's just a physical for a ceremony," Carolyn
replied primly.
Carolyn jumped as each girl took hold of one of her
arms. They gently but firmly pulled them down from
Carolyn's chest and placed them around each girl's naked
waist.
"What... are you doing? the surprised woman asked, her
hands now full of surprisingly warm, firm flesh.
"We just wanted a closer look at your suit. It looks
lovely. Nice material, and it fits so well."
The girls ran their hands over the increasingly
nervous Carolyn's sides and back, tugging the jacket
this way and that, as if they were tailors testing the
fit. She became specially nervous when they started
checking the buttons on the front of her double-breasted
jacket.
Carolyn could feel her face becoming flush as the
girl's hands lingered at the buttons which were directly
over her breasts.
"Are you hot? It's awfully warm in here. Are you
hot, Carolyn?" Fawn whispered in the woman's ear as
Samantha deliberately unbuttoned the top button of
Carolyn's jacket.
"What?" the flustered woman whispered back, not sure
that she had heard correctly.
"I said, are you hot...?"
Carolyn, distracted because Samantha's arm was
inadvertently resting on her left breast, looked at Fawn
but said nothing as Samantha opened the remaining
buttons and pulled the jacket front apart. Carolyn
became even more flushed.
"There, that's better, isn't it?" cooed the seductive
Fawn.
"Y... yes," gasped Carolyn, her mouth suddenly very
dry.
"Can you see everything? Can you see how beautiful
Tiffany is when she is naked? You like Tiffany when she
is naked, don't you, Carolyn?"
This time Carolyn nodded her head in a sudden jerk.
Astonished at herself, she realized that she did like to
see Tiffany like that. What was wrong with her tonight?
She had never felt that way before about anyone.
"Do you see her pussy being licked?" Fawn whispered
seductively, brushing Carolyn's hair behind her ear, to
give her more direct access. She was leaning even
closer to Carolyn's ear than before, deliberately
pressing her own lush body up against Carolyn's.
"Oh, my!" Carolyn was stunned. "What kind of
examination was this, anyway?" she thought.
"Why is she doing that?" she whispered, still
shocked.
"Good test of the reflexes and general state of the
central nervous system," murmured Fawn. "Haven't you
ever been checked there?"
Deeply embarrassed, the transfixed woman could at
first only shake her head.
"Never like that," she finally was able to whisper
huskily.
Fawn released her hold from around Carolyn's waist
while Samantha pulled Carolyn's jacket off her shoulders
and down her arms. At the same time, Tamiko reached
around from behind, undid the woman's thin belt, and
pulled it free of her well-tailored slacks.
Fawn and Samantha noted with glee that, even in the
candle-lit darkness, Carolyn's erect nipples were
clearly visible through the woman's thin blouse and bra.
Samantha left to place the carefully folded jacket and
belt on a chair in Tamiko's bedroom, and then returned
to Carolyn's side. Now both Samantha and Fawn had their
arms around the woman's narrow waist. Their hands
gradually started moving on Carolyn's torso, especially
feeling around the area where Carolyn's blouse was
neatly tucked into the waistband of her slacks.
"Stop that," Carolyn said in a distracted way.
"Stop what?"
"You know. Don't be childish."
"Carolyn, really! I don't know what you are talking
about?" Fawn said softly in wide-eyed innocence as
Samantha's and her hands continued to play about on
Carolyn's trim torso.
Meanwhile, as Fawn and Sam continued to mind-fuck
Carolyn, Tamiko was kneeling behind the flustered Miss
Lord. Tamiko could only marvel at the evident quality
of the woman now standing before her. Even from behind
in the candle-lit darkness, her beauty was obvious, and
so was her pride. She would be a worthy adversary for
her.
Tamiko had spent the evening learning all she could
about Miss Lord, and she had found out a great deal of
information, much more than even Carolyn realized. The
priceless opportunity of dildoing the helpless Carolyn
Lord from behind, before the main event had even started,
was something that Tamiko would be thanking the gods for
in years to come. Now Tamiko knew exactly what
Carolyn was wearing under her suit, especially the
aphrodisiac she had the opportunity to place in the
crotch band of the woman's panties. She knew that, after
some bad Greek-male fumbling as a teenager, and some
later groping attempts of her at work, Carolyn Lord had
given up any idea of social interaction, including
serious dating. Over time, she had become so protective
of her womanhood that no one could get close enough to
make even a worthwhile attempt. She was 30 years old
and (until very recently!) had never really had a sexual
experience, simply because she had never been with
anyone who knew how to reach her as a woman. Until now.
The Japanese composed herself, as any warrior would
before a major battle. She knew it was ridiculous, but
at times like this she always though of herself as
Tamiko, Lesbian Samurai! As was her mother before her!
Banzi! she thought. It's pay-back time.
Tamiko reverently reached out to the perfect figure
before her. Slowly and with great skill, while using
just the tips of her fingers, Tamiko began a feather-
light tracing of Carolyn's hips and thighs, which were
just barely delineated under the expensive thin material
of her slacks. She began on the woman's right flank.
Tamiko's right hand walked around Carolyn's thigh to her
right buttock. She made a figure-8 pattern as she ever
so lightly moved her fingers over the firm half-moon
before her. Tamiko then lifted her hand and repeated
the process on the left buttock. Getting no response
from the now totally distracted Carolyn, Tamiko now used
both hands, touching and moving, touching and moving,
all across the unaware woman's thighs and buttocks.
Carolyn didn't know what Fawn or Samantha wanted with
her, but she certainly didn't like the way they were
acting so familiar with her body.
"I don't like to be touched," Carolyn told Fawn. "It's
not right."
"But we're not touching you, are we, Samantha?" Fawn
murmured as she began to dip a finger in and out of the
waist of Carolyn's slacks.
"No, of course we aren't," Samantha whispered as she
nonchalantly rubbed the area of Carolyn's stomach. "It's
Tiffany who is being touched. Watch her being touched,
Carolyn."
"I said to stop what you're doing. I'm not like that."
"Not like what?"
"I'm not like other people. I don't like being
touched."
"By men or by women?" Fawn innocently asked.
"I don't like being touched by anyone. But especially
by men of course!" Carolyn gasped with feeling. Too
much happening too fast was wearing Carolyn's nerves to
a frazzle. She normally would never talk of such
private things, but tonight it just came spilling out.
"Men are always trying to touch me. I don't like
it."
"Where are they trying to touch you?"
"In the office, at meetings, in a store. Anywhere and
everywhere! I hate it."
"No, I mean where on you are they trying to touch?"
"You mean on my... my body?" Carolyn dropped her
head in embarrassment. "Everywhere," she whispered
with feeling.
"You mean like here...?" Fawn's right hand closed over
the tip of Carolyn's full right breast hidden under her
blouse and bra.
Carolyn nodded frantically. "Oh my God!" she thought
horrified. "She's touching my breast!!"
"...and here...?" Fawn's left hand slipped down and
cupped the woman's firm right buttock.
Again, Carolyn could only nod frantically, hoping only
that Fawn would quickly remove her hands from her
private places.
"When are they trying to touch you?" Fawn asked
sympathetically as she began to rhythmically squeeze
Carolyn's breast and buttock.
Carolyn's mind went blank. She couldn't concentrate
on anything except on what Fawn's hands were doing to
her. The room started spinning and she couldn't get her
breath. A woman was holding her and she didn't know
what to do!
"When? I would really like to know," Fawn asked
again. When Carolyn remained silent, after a few moments
she said, "What's wrong, Carolyn?"
"I...I can't think when you do that."
"Do what?"
Carolyn knew that her only salvation from Fawn hands
was to answer her impossible questions. If only she
would keep her hands still for a moment and let her get
her breath back, but Fawn's hands kept moving, now in a
circular motion over her breast and buttocks.
"Touch me. When you touch me like that it is very
distracting and I don't like it. Please stop!"
Fawn gave Carolyn's superb ass and chest a final firm
squeeze for emphasis, and reluctantly pulled her hands
away.
"It doesn't mean anything. We aren't men, Carolyn.
We're just girls. Here you are perfectly safe. You
known when girls touch girls it's just in friendship."
"Yes," responded Carolyn wearily, "I understand
that. I just do not like being touched by anyone,
anywhere."
Fawn already had her arm around Carolyn's waist.
"But we're girls, Carolyn. Doesn't that make a
difference?"
"I'm not a...a les.. I like men."
"Not a lesbian? Well, who around here is?" Fawn
lied. "But men, you said they were always the ones
trying to take advantage by touching you."
"That's right," Carolyn said bitterly. "Anytime, day
or night. It doesn't matter with them. They are always
trying to touch my body."
"Have you ever had that problem with a woman?"
"Well, no. But..."
"But nothing!" exulted Fawn. "We are doing this just
for the initiation, so it shouldn't matter, should it?
You should not feel a thing, no guys here, remember.
Everything done tonight is strictly for Tiffany's
benefit."
"What?" asked the increasingly confused young woman.
Fawn thought for a moment, then realized that this was
the opportunity for which she had been waiting.
"Look, Carolyn. Samantha and I would much rather be
helping with Tiffany's ceremony, but we must stay with
you and make sure that you are checked out thoroughly.
Tiffany has to be able to see everyone taking part in
the ceremony, everyone being examined, even if it is
just a little. Otherwise it will ruin everything,"
stated Fawn quietly yet firmly.
"Is this true?" Carolyn asked Samantha.
"Oh, yes. Absolutely," breathed the beautiful
Samantha, her hand now inside the front of Carolyn's
silk blouse, rubbing the warm soft flesh of her abdomen.
"Tiffany's the star tonight, and we have to do
everything we can to make it work for her. We don't want
to touch you at all. It's just that we have to. And we
have to make it seem convincing to Tiffany for this to
work at all."
"Oh," said the doubtful Carolyn. She couldn't think
clearly anymore. Too much was happening to her too fast
and she had no clue as to what to do about it. She
wondered if she was really in over her head and should
just leave and phone her apologies tomorrow.
Then, her old self-assurance took over. After going
through this far, just to back out now? No, she gave
her word and would just have to go through with it.
More for Tamiko's sake (were was she, anyway?) than for
Tiffany's sake, she would have to make the supreme
sacrifice and let someone touch her for once, and then
just for a brief moment in time. But, she was in a room
full of women, children really. What was she getting so
upset about?
Fawn was right, she thought. What was there to be
really worried about here? It didn't really matter
what they did to her. They could never get to her, never
reach her. Not like the few men she had known who always
tried to do her. Thankfully, that was impossible here.
It was silly of her even to worry about it. In a room
full of women, she was always safe.
"OK. I'll participate, but just a little. You
may... examine me."
And there she let the matter rest.
Immediately after agreeing to it, she regretted doing
so. She agreed because she had been drinking too much,
feeling too much, watching too much. Emotions which she
never suspected having, had picked tonight of all nights
to storm her sensibilities. She was angry with herself
for even being in this apartment in the first place.
She didn't know these women, and she didn't really
want to. They were after all Tiffany's friends. She
didn't like it, them touching her so freely. She didn't
like it at all, even if it wasn't sexual! But if she let
them do what they wanted, even for just a little bit of
time, perhaps they would just get bored and eventually
leave her alone and go bother Tiffany or someone else.
They were practically children after all. Or, even
better, the initiation would finally end and she could
safely leave.
Having made her decision, all she could do now was
just wait it out. Besides, if these kids got out of
control she would just have to put them in their place,
just like she'd had to do with people who tried to take
advantage of her all her life.
The decision made, she returned to the surprisingly
fascinating sight of Tiffany's naked body being
thoroughly inspected by other women. Especially, she
wondered what could possibly be taking Maria so long
inspecting Tiffany's crotch, and what was she doing that
was causing the teenager to moan so much?
"Listen to her, Carolyn," whispered Fawn. "What
does it mean? That's she's hot, is that what it means?
It is so terribly warm in here. Are you hot, too,
Carolyn? Yes, you are, aren't you?"
Carolyn could only nod her head. She was feeling
terribly warm in her tight, constricting clothing. She
could feel the sweat forming on her face and below her
arms. She reached up to unbutton the high neck of her
blouse, but stopped. It wouldn't be proper to do that
here. When she got back to the safety of her own
apartment, then she could relax.
What Carolyn didn't know was that when she turned
down Tamiko's bathing suit offer, the Japanese girl had
reset the apartment's thermostat from 70 to 80 degrees.
"Here, let me," Fawn murmured as she reached over and
pulled off Carolyn's scarf. As the scarf fell to the
floor, Fawn said, "Now look up and I'll get that top
button for you."
Carolyn obediently obeyed the younger girl's command
and looked at the ceiling, because it was becoming so
very warm in the apartment she almost couldn't stand it.
Fawn however unbuttoned not just the first, but the top
four buttons on the surprised Carolyn's blouse. Fawn
and Samantha now had an unrestricted view of the tops of
Carolyn's breasts as they entered her modest-cut bra.
Fawn reached around and unfastened the unresisting
Carolyn's sleeve cuffs for good measure.
Her blouse was now open to her breasts, but Carolyn
still found she could not tear her eyes from Tiffany's
continuing examination. Fawn's soft continuous voice in
her ear, speaking her innermost thoughts, was causing a
storm of unexplained emotion to whirl through her
normally well-ordered mind. She found herself powerless
to resist it, even when it asked her the most intimate
of questions. "If only the girl would stop talking and
give her a chance to think," she complained to herself.
But she kept talking softly on and on, saying the most
vile and disgusting things to her. She knew she should
leave, but she was somehow transfixed by the sight of
Tiffany's initiation. She knew she just couldn't leave
until it was over.
Carolyn suddenly realized that her jacket was gone.
She had no memory of taking it off. But, as the
whispering in her ear suggested, it was increasingly
warm in here and it did feel so much cooler without it.
Carolyn soon felt that the hands on her body, at first
hesitant, were becoming much bolder. Her protests did
no good, for the hands would just return whenever she
moved them away.
The hands seemed determined to explore every inch of
her untouched body above the waist. Especially her
breasts! Thankfully, they were leaving her slacks
alone.
No place was too intimate for their interest. Worse,
they seemed to be looking for a way in, a way to reach
her body under her protective clothing! To reach her
inner-most self! "Oh my," she thought worriedly.
"Perhaps they wanted to really examine me, too!"
Even insects seemed intent on exploring her body, her
fevered mind thought. There was something moving around
her hips and legs that was surprisingly persistent. As
soon as one would land, walk around and then take off,
it or another would land somewhere else. She knew this
place wasn't near as clean as her own spotless apartment
so when she felt them on her hips and legs it did not
surprise her. Sometimes she could feel more than one,
all moving very lightly yet boldly as bugs will, across
her behind or up and down her legs. Worse, they were
making her feel very tingly where ever they landed. She
would try to brush them away, but they eventually always
came back. Just like those summers she spent in Greece
during school breaks. Damned flies were everywhere!
Carolyn finally quit worrying about them, there was
after all so much else going on, and left them alone.
"If only they didn't affect me so much," she thought,
feeling the strange tingles radiating from her lower
abdomen as the insects seemed to take delight in walking
over her hips and upper thighs.
The problem was that between watching what was
happening to Tiffany, and the childish antics of Fawn
and Samantha, she could think of very little else. Her
body was still tingling where Fawn had held her earlier.
She could clearly feel the burning imprint of the girl's
hands, as if they were still there, holding tightly to
her privates.
During this time the girls around her had not been
idle. Regularly, a hand would dip into the tight
waistband of her slacks and pull out some of her tucked-
in blouse. Carolyn would then absently tuck it back in
again, but there were soon so many other distractions
going on for her to worry about such childish things.
Soon her blouse was completely outside of her slacks.
What she didn't realize was that one of the hands
reaching into her slacks had unfastened the metal clasp
to her waistband, then the front button. Finally,
another hand had carefully loosened the zipper. Each
tug on her waistband from then on lowered the zipper
more and more, allowing the slim hands of her assailants
to penetrate ever deeper into her tailored slacks. In
time the front of her slacks became completely open, yet
unnoticed by the distracted Carolyn because it was
covered by her loose blouse. Soon the only things
holding up Carolyn's slacks was a little friction. With
every move she made, the now loosened slacks became just
a little bit lower.
With the blouse now out, Tamiko felt free to finally
start working on Carolyn's cunt. Keeping her left hand
moving on the woman's buttocks, Tamiko walked her right
hand around the inside of Carolyn's left thigh and soon
had her fingers dancing over the front of Carolyn's
slacks. Keeping below the opened zipper, Tamiko focused
her attentions on the seam that ran down from the zipper
to the back of the slacks. Pressing lightly, Tamiko
could feel the indent of Carolyn's most secret place,
her labia. Pressing the delicate flesh in a subtle
rhythm with her right finger tips, the girl was
eventually rewarded with tiny answering jerks from
Carolyn's hips, trying reflexively to meet more fully
this new pleasing sensation. Tamiko brought her left
hand around and traced the prominent bulge of soft pubic
hair through the material of Carolyn's slacks and
panties. She then placed it alongside her right and it
too joined in the subtle seduction of Carolyn's cunt.
Totally oblivious to all that was going on around her,
Carolyn could only stare at the continuing increasing
frenzied activity of the golden-haired Tiffany. Never
in her wildest dreams had she imagined that Tiffany
would react to another woman in this way.
Carolyn was starting to feel a strange sensation in
her crotch. It was like when she would be in a hurry as
a teenager and forget to wear anything below her slacks
or shorts. She would get a strange itch between her
legs she couldn't dare scratch! By the end of the day
she would be quite wet, and almost out of control just
from all the rubbing. That's why she always made sure to
be properly dressed at all times.
And now, on top of everything else, she had this itch
to contend with. She was getting such a feeling in her
crotch and she couldn't understand it. She was wearing
her panties, and her slacks were not tight at all, and
yet that same somewhat delicious feeling was starting to
build in her vagina.
"Oh, no!" she thought. "Of all the times for it to
happen!" She could even feel her hips making tiny
movements to deal with the sensation. However unlikely,
she wondered if it might have something to do with the
embarrassing antics of Fawn or Samantha, But, she was
painfully aware that their hands were on her blouse.
They were not touching her anywhere below her waist
(they wouldn't dare!). She saw in the dim light that
there was no one else around them. She thankfully
didn't see any small animals when she first entered the
apartment, either (once in Europe a dog had stuck his
nose up her miniskirt and she almost fainted)!
She didn't think anyone would notice her moving her
hips such a minute amount, and she had to do something
to relieve the building sensation. But, Carolyn was
well aware that eventually she would have to go to the
bathroom and find the cause and correct it, regardless
of how good it was making her feel. She was well aware
that her secret pleasure was an itch that scratching
only made worse.
With each tiny jerk of her hips, Tamiko felt Carolyn's
slacks descend just a tiny bit. After a time, as Tamiko
increased her toying of Carolyn's vulnerable cunt,
Carolyn's hips jerked more and more, it was only
Tamiko's hands pressing into Carolyn's crotch that held
up the woman's slacks.
"Look at her breasts shake," Fawn continuing her
seductive whispering as they watched Tiffany twisting
and jerking on the couch. "Wonder what they feel like
when that happens. What do your breasts feel like when
they shake, Carolyn? What do your breasts feel like
right now? They are very beautiful, you know. Are they
swollen? Are they very sensitive?"
Not willing to respond to such an intimate question,
Carolyn tried to focus her increasingly tormented mind on
Tiffany.
"Can you feel this? Or this?" Fawn asked as she and
Samantha began to openly caress the high-set heaving
orbs from the outside of the blouse.
The shaken Carolyn could only nod as she felt
the feather touches of the girls' hands on her swollen
breasts. The hands became bolder, now squeezing the
tender breast-flesh. Carolyn knew she should stop them,
but what they were doing to her really didn't matter
right now. She wasn't a lesbian after all, and they were
certainly not men. All she wanted to do was watch
Tiffany get initiated, and then leave here as quickly as
possible.
The massage of her proud breasts continued. A few
more buttons of Carolyn's blouse were undone and the
girl's soon were working directly on the woman's breasts
through her bra.
"What's wrong with me?" Carolyn wondered. "My own
breasts are driving me crazy! They feel so swollen and
sensitive. Why don't those girls stop?"
"Are your breasts sensitive, Carolyn? Mine sure are.
Do yours affect you, sometimes?" Fawn purred.
Carolyn could not believe her body's reaction to the
antics of Fawn and Samantha. How could Fawn know that
every touch on her over-sensitive breasts was driving
her crazy?
"You can tell me," Fawn seductively whispered.
Seeing how preoccupied Carolyn was with the fondling
of her breasts, Tamiko knew she had a free hand with the
unsuspecting woman. While Carolyn was busy focusing on
the actions of Fawn and Samantha, Tamiko carefully
reached deep down into the back of Carolyn's open slacks
until she felt the thin elastic at the top of Carolyn's
panties. She gently pulled up on the panties, drawing
the sheer material as deeply as she could between
Carolyn's fantastic buttocks. Twisting the waistband
and leg bands together around her index finger, Tamiko
continued to pull on the back of Carolyn's panties,
wanting them to become as deeply imbedded into the proud
woman's flesh as possible.
Tamiko then returned to what she liked to think of as
her "Sensual Butterfly" routine. But first, she
carefully touched the front of Carolyn's slacks below
the opened zipper. She felt with satisfaction how
Carolyn's panties were now cruelly digging into the
sensitive labia flesh. With the crotch band now
embedded, Tamiko had only the thin material of the
loosened slacks between her and Carolyn's increasingly
responsive cunt.
Into the Maelstrom: Part IV
Carolyn Lord soon felt a further indignity to her
person. Her panties had somehow worked their way into
the crevice of her behind (she knew that this was going
to happen after the well-meaning Tamiko had pulled them
up too high), leaving her ass-cheeks completely uncovered
underneath her slacks. Even worse, the crotch band of
her panties was now putting a very strong pressure on
her vulva and she was starting to feel very wet down
there.
"Oh, damn!" she thought. She had been so intent
on her secret pleasure that she must have worked her
panties up. Now her secret pleasure was worse than ever.
She felt like such a slut.
More than anything else, she wanted to undo her
slacks and fix her underwear to a more comfortable and
modest setting, but she couldn't! Not with all of those
women surrounding her! Besides, if they saw her
fiddling with her underwear they might even think she
was being affected in some way by all the unusual
activity going on here tonight.
She tried repeatedly to stop moving her hips, but
something down there was causing her to continue.
Something she couldn't define, couldn't locate. With
Fawn and Samantha standing right next to her, she really
couldn't do anything without attracting their unwanted
attention.
She was so nervous from the close, half-nude presence
of Fawn and Samantha that she found it impossible to
stand still. She kept shifting her weight from one leg
to the other.
Because of Carolyn's constant movements, and some
tugging by Tamiko, her slacks had slowly worked their
way down to the tops of her thighs. Carolyn knew that
something wasn't right with her slacks but couldn't
understand what it was. She tried to see what the
problem might be but her blouse covered everything.
The perplexed Carolyn wasn't sure what was happening
around her waist, but she dared not move her arms to
find out. Every time she took her arms away from her
chest, hands would appear as if by magic on her breasts!
At least once even her bra had become undone and she had
to refasten it. She felt that it was really time for
her to leave, at least to find the bathroom so she could
mentally get herself together, to regain control of her
proud untouched body, but Samantha and Fawn were
keeping a close hold on her and she couldn't move.
She tried moving her legs, as she was shifting her
weight from one to the other in order to at least to try
to relieve that strange pressure building in her vagina
caused by her bunched panties, when she noticed that the
tops of her legs seemed tied together somehow.
Carolyn's firm buttocks were fully exposed to
Tamiko's lustful gaze, the woman's panties still tightly
drawn up into the narrow crevice. She watched
fascinated as the buttocks repeatedly tightened and
relaxed in the dim candlelight, as the nervous Carolyn
kept up her movements. Overcome with the sight, Tamiko
pursed her lips for a kiss, but instead blew a stream of
cool air onto the delectable mounds. As she heard
Carolyn's gasp of surprise from above, she saw to her
delight the instant formation of goose-pimples across the
tantalizing expanse of round firm flesh.
"Oh my God!" Carolyn accidentally blurted out. That
cool breeze she just felt across her behind could only
mean that her slacks were slipping off! "What a time for
this to happen!" she thought.
"What's wrong, Carolyn?" Samantha asked with great
tenderness.
"Uh... Oh, nothing," the distraught woman muttered.
No one must have noticed yet, or they would surely have
said something. Perhaps they might have even taken
advantage of her predicament if they knew, using this to
make fun of her! That would be especially intolerable
with this group. Children could be so cruel, sometimes.
The snap must have broken or something. She was
always having trouble with it. The slacks were really a
size too large for her to wear properly. If they would
just leave her alone for a moment she could discreetly
bend down and quickly pull them back up again.
But Fawn and Samantha stayed right with her, still
whispering hidden forbidden things to her, still intend
on their role of examining her if only she gave them a
chance.
"What about your nipples, Carolyn? Are they
sensitive, too? Are they hard?" asked Fawn as the girls
now began to trace the clearly protruding nipples.
Shocked by the sensation radiating from her touched
nipples, Carolyn quickly crossed her arms over her
abused chest. When her covering hands felt her bra
instead of silk, she looked down and was shocked to
discover that her blouse was completely unbuttoned!
"So, they are sensitive, aren't they?" Samantha
murmured.
Again, all Carolyn could do was nod her head, as her
trembling fingers fumbled with the opened buttons,
trying to refasten them. How could this have happened?
She had almost been undressed by these two kids -- total
strangers in a room full of semi-naked women!
"I must be losing my mind," she thought. And how
could this almost child-like woman Fawn know so much
about her intimate, private self, wondered the
increasingly befuddled Carolyn. "It's as if she's inside
my head, reading my thoughts!" she thought.
"I'll bet they're very sensitive," cooed Fawn, as she
deliberately licked Carolyn's well-formed ear.
Carolyn was rocked to the very core of her being. No
one had ever done that to her.
She dropped her hands and forgot about her now
semi-opened blouse. She forgot about the half-felt
sensations she had been getting from her strangely
sensitive vagina. She even forgot about Tiffany and
Maria. No-one had ever been that intimate with her. She
could only stare dumfounded at the close smiling face of
Fawn, shocked senseless by the act and by her reaction to
it.
After what Fawn had done to her, Carolyn couldn't
help thinking about her slacks. She could feel them
slipping further and further down her legs with every
move she made. Soon they would be around her ankles and
her humiliation would be complete. She couldn't leave
until they were back were they belonged.
She couldn't help it any longer, she just had to tell
someone. She would tell the more sympathetic Samantha.
"Samantha, I need your help. It's my...my slacks.
The snap must have broken because they're falling down."
"Oh, honey. You poor thing. Let me check."
"No!" Carolyn cried. "I can do it..."
But Carolyn was too late. To the woman's extreme
discomfort, Samantha had already knelt in front of her
and was looking at the fastener of her slacks, having
pulled the slacks down to Carolyn's ankles in the
process!
"Nooo!" the humiliated Carolyn moaned softly, so no
one but Samantha and Fawn could hear. "I can do it,
really."
"Oh, no. It's no bother."
"Just let me pull..." Carolyn couldn't finish
because she found herself suddenly off balance.
Samantha had reach behind the distressed woman and
pushed her left knee forward, making her off-balance.
Carolyn was forced to raise her left foot enough for
Samantha to remove Carolyn's left shoe and the left leg
of her slacks. Carolyn quickly put her arms around
Fawn's slender waist for support. Fawn used Carolyn's
distraction to reach behind the woman and press
Carolyn's body fully against hers. Samantha meanwhile
pushed the back of the off-balanced Carolyn's right leg,
and was soon standing in front of the mortified woman
holding her slacks and shoes.
Carolyn looked in dismay at Samantha, not realizing
she was still holding herself tightly to the semi-nude
Fawn.
"Yes, the snap's gone, all right," lied Samantha
smoothly. "Zipper looks a little ripped too. But don't
worry, there's a sewing machine here that can fix
anything."
"I...I really should look at them myself. They are
very expensive."
"Don't worry. Tamiko is an excellent seamstress.
That's what she does when she's not in school."
"Well, if I could just take them myself into another
room..."
"Carolyn!" Fawn said in a quiet yet commanding tone.
"Let her take them. Your place is here. Your here for
Tiffany, remember."
"I can't just stand here undressed like this. I feel
so exposed!" she said despondently as she watched
Samantha take her clothes down the hall towards the
bedroom. In her despair she pressed her body ever
tighter to the secretly exalting Fawn.
"Let me go with her. Please..."
Fawn started to kiss the distraught Carolyn on the
neck.
"Why? Why is it so important to you to leave now?"
"Because you're all driving me crazy, that's why!
What is going on here? My head's swimming. I can't
think anymore. I can't even breathe! And I keep losing
my clothes! What is happening here? I don't
understand!"
"Easy, honey," Fawn murmured as she continued to
nibble on Carolyn's sleek aristocratic neck.
Tamiko slid her right small hand between the tops of
her prey's soft inner thighs. She found that the
crotch band of Carolyn's panties, still cruelly embedded
into her sensitive cuntal flesh, were completely soaked
with vaginal lubricants. Not satisfied, she used her
middle finger Tamiko to tuck the material directly into
the steaming vagina, until all that remained was a thin
double-band of elastic running down the center of the
stunned woman's crotch.
"I have to leave..." Carolyn moaned, helpless.
"You're safe here," Fawn said as her hands moved down
Carolyn's back to her flaring hips. She then began
kneading each firm buttock through the over-hanging
blouse.
Tamiko began working the panties' waistband slowly
down the trembling woman's hips, stopping so that the
band was just above Carolyn's lush pubic growth.
"Why...are you doing that?" Carolyn gasped.
"Please stop it."
"Doing what, baby?" Fawn innocently replied, her
mouth pressed hotly against the trembling Carolyn's
neck.
"What you are doing to...to me. To my...to my body.
It...it makes me want to melt."
"Haven't you ever felt this way before?" Fawn
whispered as she continued working, dragging her lips
moistly slowly over the hypersensitive neck, her hands
deliberately squeezing the firm buttocks through the
shirt. Feeling a signal from Tamiko, she moved her
hands away from the delicious buttocks and had them
firmly move up and down Carolyn's back as Tamiko once
more started Carolyn's panties on their downward
journey.
"No, not ever. Please, you must stop. I can't think
when you do that..." Carolyn lapsed into silence as she
continued to be overwhelmed with sensations.
"Carolyn, you have to stay for Tiffany," whispered
Fawn between kisses. "If she sees you leave for any
reason, it will spoil everything! It's very dark in
here. Besides, your blouse is long enough that it acts
like a skirt. Everything's covered, really! See?"
Fawn slid her right hand from Carolyn's back to a
spot directly over the front of Carolyn's blouse. To
Carolyn's despair, Fawn slid her hand from the bottom
hemline up over the front of Carolyn's half-open blouse,
pausing to press her hand deliberately over her bulging
pubic mound, her fingers directly on Carolyn's abused
pussy lips, covered now only by the blouse's the thin
material.
"OH!!" Carolyn gasped as she felt Fawn's hand on her
most intimate of places. No had ever deliberately
touched her there before. Carolyn almost collapsed when
she realized that Fawn's hand wasn't moving away. It
remained there! "OH MY GOD!" her mind screamed. She
was being held by her pussy!!
"See? What did I tell you? No one can see," the
victorious Fawn murmured sweetly, pressing her hand
firmly against Carolyn's steaming crotch, her fingers
working the soft labia.
"But you're not supposed to..." The humiliated
Carolyn couldn't tell Fawn that she was holding her by
her crotch!
Fawn's hand continued its deliberate manipulation of
Carolyn's helpless pussy. The confused Greek-American
could only hold Fawn in desperation as what was
happening between her legs tried to take over her very
being.
"Yes, yes! I believe you!" the woman finally gasped,
desperate for the girl to remove her hand. "You're
right. Nothing shows!"
To Carolyn's infinite relief, Fawn's hand finally
resumed its journey, moving up between the two tightly
pressed women. It went up over Carolyn's soft stomach,
past her full breasts until it rested on her left cheek.
In Carolyn's highly flustered state, she didn't even
notice that Fawn had used the opportunity to once again
completely unbutton her blouse.
Carolyn felt close to the end.
Fawn's hand had nearly overwhelmed her. She had
to leave this place before it was too late for her, yet
she couldn't go without her clothes. Carolyn knew that,
despite what Fawn was saying, her blouse wasn't that
long at all. It barely came to the tops of her thighs.
She couldn't even sit down now without everything
showing! This was just great, she thought bitterly. She
would have to stand until Tamiko (where was she, anyway?)
returned with her slacks. And who knew when that would
be!
She knew she was still in control of the situation,
but she wasn't sure for how long. Her body was rapidly
going out of control, acting in ways she never knew
possible.
Tamiko continued to remove the totally distracted
Carolyn's panties. She lowered the back of the
waistband, gently pulling on the material out which had
been embedded between the crack in the woman's ass.
Next, she lowered the front, and carefully began
removing all of the soaked material from between
Carolyn's now swollen pussy lips.
Carolyn stood there, conscious of sweat pouring from
her every pore. She knew that what few clothes she had
left were quite soaked. Her wet bra was becoming
terribly uncomfortable, her swollen breasts feeling very
sore from the constant manipulation from her two
companions. Carolyn found she was having trouble
breathing, having been reduced to simply gasping for
air, her chest fighting the tight constriction of her
bra strap.
Her panties felt very wet as well, but at least they
didn't feel quite so tight anymore. Even the bunched
fabric was thankfully no longer pressing deep into her.
Carolyn continued to cling to the girl in front of
her. She no longer really heard or cared what the
continuously whispering girl was saying. Fawn had
established a direct line into Carolyn's brain and
Carolyn couldn't do a thing about it.
When she found her bra undone for the umpteenth time
that night, Carolyn didn't really care anymore. For the
moment she was just grateful to be free of its terrible
constriction. She would fix it in a moment.
Now she felt someone's hands pushing her bra cups
away from her breasts. Her long suffering breasts were
exposed at last into the hot air of the apartment.
Framed by the open blouse and now-useless bra, her
stiffened over-heated breasts seemed to seek the night
air eagerly. The nipples, excruciatingly stiff and
sensitive, grew even longer in their new-found freedom.
In her relief at momentarily being free of her
tight, constricting bra, Carolyn forgot that her proud
breasts were now defenseless.
Her one moment of comfort was abruptly shattered when
the true assault on her hyper-sensitive nipples began.
Samantha gently tormented Carolyn's left nipple. She
grasped the erect tissue between her pure white teeth.
She then slowly bit down until Carolyn cried out a
little in pain. By moving her head, she twisted the
nipple first left then right, then tugged playfully on
it until Carolyn's entire breast became taut, her nipple
feeling as if it were supporting the entire weight of
her full breast. The times that Samantha would
momentarily release her bite, Carolyn's nipple would
seem to become even more erect, as if (to Carolyn's
dismay) it enjoyed this strange and unaccustomed
attention.
Carolyn didn't protest this outrageous conduct against
her person because of what Fawn was doing to her
right nipple.
While Samantha was carefully tormenting Carolyn's
left nipple, Fawn was gently loving the other. Fawn
suckled on the erect nipple, when she wasn't tweaking it
gently between her slender fingers. She would
periodically bathe the hard nipple in her warm saliva,
being careful to include to surrounding aureole as well.
This nipple too responded in an astounding way to Fawn's
careful ministrations.
The sensations radiating from her vulnerable nipples
shot through Carolyn's entire over-stimulated body like
lightning. Even Tamiko's half-sensed and increasingly
bold (yet still undetected) workings on her most private
of places were totally drowned out by this new raging
torrent of sensations.
For once in her life, the always-in-control Carolyn
didn't know what to do. This dual assault on her
breasts was driving her crazy! Not just that, but the
girls' hands now seemed to be everywhere on her,
although they still seemed to be especially fascinated
by her poor breasts and nipples. Somehow she knew that
they had by now even gotten into her panties. She could
feel how someone, probably Samantha, had dipped her hands
under the elastic waistband her panties and was now
kneading her buttock-flesh directly. Someone's hands
were actually touching her increasingly sensitive
buttocks!
Even her most private of areas, her vulva and vagina,
was not immune to their reach. She was now sure that
something was definitely happening there, but what it
was her bewildered mind had not a clue.
Oh, damn this stupid idea of hers! It was just to
have that silly bitch Tiffany become part of a group,
but it was really spinning out of control. All she
could do was to cling to Fawn like a drowning person
would cling to a raft, as Fawn and Samantha continued to
drive her mad.
Carolyn knew that her ordeal would end only when
Tiffany's initiation was complete. And the way Tiffany
was reacting, this could go on all night!
Tiffany's initiation had finally ended and she was now
an official member of the group.
Tiffany felt totally drained. Covered in sweat and
vaginal fluid, she lay sprawled in a warm glow of total
satisfaction on the couch, not caring for the moment of
her surroundings. Her simple acts of juvenile
masturbation were nothing compared to the mind-blowing
experience of this evening. Already, the first twinges
of guilt were entering her mind. She was only beginning
to realize that, like it or not, she had just given
herself totally to a group of women! "My God!" she
thought. She had never even thought about doing it with
one, let alone a group! And what if it shows in the
morning? What could she do then? How would she ever
face her parents after that?
Finally, the sound of a woman's groaning caused her to
thankfully leave her disquieting thoughts. She sat up
and looked around the apartment. In her part of the
room, she was alone. However, she noticed in the semi-
darkness that there was a large crowd of naked women
over in that part of the room where she had last seen
Carolyn Lord.
She rose from the couch and padded barefoot over to
the group. Maria turned her head and, smiling,
indicated that Tiffany should come and stand with her.
Cautiously, Tiffany went to stand with her new friend,
in fact (as she now remembered the group's term) her new
sister.
When she reached Maria, the woman silently indicated
that Tiffany should stand in front of her. As soon as
she did so, she was finally able to see what was going
on and gasped with shock and delight at the sight.
Carolyn Lord stood almost naked, in the center of a
circle of nude women. In the circle's center, she was
virtually surrounded by three girls. The non-involved
watchers all seemed to be either touching themselves or
someone else as they stared fascinated at the scene.
The girl directly facing Carolyn, to whom the dazed
woman seemed to be hanging on to desperately, moved to
the side, thereby giving the group a better view of the
action. Carolyn was only wearing her blouse, which
Tiffany saw was completely unbuttoned. Through the open
blouse she saw that Carolyn's bra was undone and that
two hands covered her breasts. Her panties had been
lowered to her thighs and there was another hand between
her thighs coming from behind, now over her pubic area.
As the dumbfounded Tiffany watched Carolyn being
worked on by the three lesbians, Maria pressed her nude
form directly onto the teenager's body standing in front
of her. Maria reached around the naked girl to grasp
and contentedly knead Tiffany's pert breasts as they
both waited for the glorious finale.
Carolyn felt her knees go weak. She knew had to
break free of this torment or she would soon collapse to
the floor. She had to leave. She had to!
Tamiko gazed in rapture at the firm naked buttocks
quivering before her eyes, the now useless panties half-
way down Carolyn's thighs, and decided that it wasn't
such a bad job at that. Even if it did represent only a
single evening's work, this proud Greek-American bitch
was a fitting trophy to her skills. She who never even
knew who or what had hit her!
Tamiko decided suddenly that it was Carolyn's time.
While her left hand pushed three slim fingers deep into
Carolyn's grasping vagina, her right hand reached
underneath and, for the first time, paid loving tribute
to Carolyn's clitoris.
"AAAaaahhhhh!" Carolyn's cunt consumed her
totally! Her legs buckled and she almost fell. She was
completely unable to do anything now except ride out the
searing waves of raw sensation that was flooding her
very being, as her vagina clamped strongly at the
invading fingers.
Sensations were flooding the inexperienced Carolyn.
She felt that if she couldn't sit down soon she would
faint on the spot. Drawing on a surprising reserve of
strength, she gasped "NO!" and broke free of the deadly
grasp of Samantha and Fawn. Holding her unbuttoned
blouse closed she staggered stiff-legged over to a
nearby chair. As she moved off, the startled Tamiko
withdrew her hand from Carolyn's vagina. She just had
enough time to give Carolyn's lowered panties a quick
pull and they fell down the moving Carolyn's legs.
Tamiko looked at the forgotten panties lying on the
floor with a quiet satisfaction. "Finally!" she thought.
"This woman is mine!" Later she would carefully clean
them and add them to her collection. For now, however,
there was the final movement to be played in tonight's
concert.
Her very being sundered by unbelievable sensations,
desperate for a respite from the constant stimulation
her body had been receiving the entire evening, Carolyn
stood trembling behind the chair, clutching the chair
back desperately with both hands. The top of her head
was spinning so badly it was all she could do to remain
standing. She felt as if her soul was close to
literally exploding, and there was nothing she could do
to control it. She desperately needed time regain
control of herself. Her over-stimulated body was
screaming for release of the sexual tension which had
been deliberately built within her from the moment she
entered the apartment.
"If only they would leave me alone!" she cried
desperately to herself. Carolyn had never really liked
her body and went to great lengths to keep it under her
absolute control. But tonight was somehow different.
Her body was anything but in her control. She could only
feverishly hope that no one would touch her any more,
because if they did-- she knew she was lost!
Tamiko walked up behind the unsuspecting woman. Here
comes the pay-off, you stuck-up American bitch, she
thought gleefully.
"Carolyn, honey", purred the Japanese exchange
student. "You look tired. Why don't you sit in the
chair and rest a while?"
She reached around Carolyn and pulled both sides of
her open blouse back off of her shoulders.
"Wha...?" asked the shaken Carolyn.
"Sit down, honey," Tamiko said as she pulled the
blouse still further off of the trembling woman.
Carolyn dimly realized that her new friend Tamiko was
talking to her, telling her to sit down. She numbly
nodded, and walked carefully around the chair, headless
of her blouse now lying on the floor behind her.
Carolyn sank gratefully onto the chair, only to gasp
in surprise as the cool satin fabric came into direct
contact with the bare super-heated flesh of her
unbelievably sensitive vulva. "Oh my God," she thought
wearily. "Now my panties are gone." She then felt the
chair's fabric on flesh of her back. "My blouse is gone,
too. What on earth is happening to me?" she wondered.
Seated on the chair, covered in sweat and in just her
unfastened bra, Carolyn knew that she must look a
terrible sight. "What happened to my clothes?" her
stunned mind wondered. "I know I was fully dressed when
I came here. What happened?"
"Tamiko must help me find my clothes and then I can
get dressed," she thought. Just as soon as the room
stops spinning and her electrified body calms down.
Yet, in spite of everything, Carolyn still knew she
was safe. Tamiko had unexpectedly shown up once again
to take care of her.
As her overcharged mind reeled with the fact of her
nakedness, Tamiko and her cohorts moved in on the
stunned Carolyn for the kill.
The Oriental stood triumphant in front of the dazed
woman. The nude Tamiko gazed deeply into the beautiful
yet vacant eyes of the woman seated before her. She
coolly pushed Carolyn's opened bra straps off her smooth
shoulders and down her unresisting arms.
Carolyn Lord was now totally naked. Even her
sensible jewelry had been carefully removed by the girls
during the course of the evening.
Tamiko seated herself on her haunches directly in
front of Carolyn's primly closed knees.
Carolyn sat spellbound and could do nothing as Tamiko
easily opened Carolyn's knees and spread her thighs far
apart.
"I'm a good girl," Carolyn instinctively whispered.
Tamiko sat back to savor one final look, before
sending this proud American bitch down a path from which
she could never recover, or would want too.
Carolyn, naked and covered in sweat, sat with her
back erect, her carriage still one of royalty before
commoners. Her shoulders back, her perfect breasts
thrust proudly into the darkness of the apartment, the
nipples looking painfully distended.
Recognizing a familiar sour-sweet odor, Tamiko moved
her right hand carefully between Carolyn's widespread
thighs and confirmed that a growing puddle of vaginal
fluids was forming on the seat cover.
Carolyn sensed that something important was going to
happen, but had no idea what it was to be. She was
vaguely conscious of someone seated directly in front of
her, but that was all. She simply sat, gasping for air
as she tried desperately to get her breath back under
control and hope that -- in ways she was beyond
understanding -- her body did not betray her. For the
moment, it was all she was capable of doing.
Tamiko slid both of her hands around Carolyn's narrow
waist and placed them on the tops of her bare buttocks.
With one swift pull, Carolyn, her bottom thoroughly
lubricated by her body's fluids, slid easily across the
chair's seat toward the waiting Tamiko.
"OH!" gasped the shattered Carolyn. "What's going
on now?" she wondered.
Tamiko positioned her so that she was seated on the
very edge of the chair, her vulnerable pussy now
directly in front of Tamiko's eager face.
"I'm a good girl," Carolyn repeated. It was her last
defense.
"I know, honey," replied Tamiko, not unkindly.
"That's why I like you so much."
Tamiko then fastened her mouth on Carolyn's delicious
cunt and Carolyn went mad!
Now past the point of conscious thought, Carolyn only
knew that her crotch had been plugged into an electric
outlet and it was driving her insane!
Her body jumped and shook, her hips bucking wildly,
but Tamiko never loosened her grip on the prize she had
sought all evening. Her tongue went deep into the hot,
tight passage, her teeth nibbled on the swollen vulva of
her struggling victim.
Carolyn's gyrations finally caused her to fall from
the chair onto the thick carpet below. On the floor she
found herself too winded to move.
Taking advantage of this, Tamiko redoubled her
efforts, concentrating on the woman's erect clitoris.
Carolyn could only lie there and moan, her mind finally
carried away to other lands.
The other girls, seeing the change in Carolyn's
behavior, joined Tamiko on the floor. Soon there was not
a part of Carolyn's body which did not have a sucking
mouth, bathing tongue, or caressing hand upon it.
Fueled by pure sexual energy, Carolyn's back began to
arch, until only her hands and feet were still touching
the carpet. Her sensuous body, so long denied any
kind of sexual release, had taken over. Carolyn was
awash in the unfamiliar domain of sexual pleasure, and
her body was loving it.
Her precious well-ordered world was gone. Her once
well-disciplined body now existed only for what was
happening in her vagina. Her proud breasts, bouncing
quite freely on her chest, were constantly being
caressed and even sucked with impunity. Her normally
immaculate appearance had been reduced to sweat-soaked
nudity. She could think of nothing. Not her
humiliating exposure at the hands of these formidable
girls, not Tiffany, not even escape. Nothing.
All her body wanted was for the unholy fires which
were consuming her loins to be put out, regardless of
how it was to be done.
In the end her body won and the unthinking Carolyn,
resting on her shoulders, grabbed Tamiko's head, trying
to force it deeper into her hungry cunt. She moved her
bucking hips forward to enhance the contact as much as
possible. Tamiko joyfully rode the whirlwind as she
reveled in her victory over this proud woman, to the
applause and cheers of the other girls in the group.
"Yes, YES!" the crazed Carolyn screamed, all ability
at rational thought long lost to the searing emotions
coming from her cunt.
Tamiko could sense everyone's impatience to get the
magnificent Carolyn started on her journey, but that was
the trouble with life over here. No one wanted to take
the proper time for anything. Holding firmly to the
bucking Carolyn's hips, she decided that perhaps they
were right after all.
"Well, when in Rome!" Tamiko sighed to herself. Her
almond-shaped eyes glittered as the Japanese girl led
Carolyn over the edge with a final strategic flip of the
tongue.
"AAAaahhhhhh!" screamed Carolyn as her first orgasm
hit her like an express train! Her back arched even
higher off of the floor than before, her vibrating body
suddenly shaking off all her tormentors, except the
tenacious Tamiko. Carolyn's vaginal walls clenched so
tightly that her freely flowing lubricating fluids
sprayed like a fountain into Tamiko's face, who took a
brief moment to hungrily lap up the honey-flavored
liquid. Still bowed over the floor, Tamiko quickly
brought the quaking Carolyn to her second orgasm before
she had even finished recovering from her first.
The girls could only watch in awe as Carolyn was
brought by the skilled Tamiko to climax again and again,
her glorious body shaking and quivering in uncontrolled
ecstasy.
It was after her fifth orgasm, finally overwhelmed by
her own emotions, when the impeccable Miss Carolyn Lord
collapsed spread-eagle and unconscious on the carpet.
She lay there, naked, saliva drooling from her open
mouth, her hair matted in disarray to her head, her
magnificent body glistening in the candlelight from its
covering of various bodily fluids, in an apartment
filled with applauding and laughing nude women.
As was the group's custom, the girls then took turns
between Carolyn's wide-spread thighs, licking up the
flowing vaginal fluids coming from her still pulsating
cunt, before heading down to the pool for a relaxing
swim. Secure in the knowledge that she wouldn't be
going anywhere by herself for quite some time, they left
Carolyn alone in the apartment, sprawled naked on the
living room floor.
Before they left, they took some very good
photographs of her for the group's scrapbook.
Into the Maelstrom: Part V
When the bewildered Carolyn Lord regained her senses,
she knew either her head, the room or both were spinning
like crazy. She was almost certain she was lying on her
back on a very comfortable bed in a darkened room,
covered with a single sheet and feeling very cozy.
Beyond that, things were a little fuzzy. The one thing
she was sure of, however, was that between her legs, her
pussy was feeling especially pleasant. In fact, she
noticed that it was positively tingling.
"Ooooohhh," she murmured. "That feels sooo good!" She
moved her hips slightly, repeatedly, trying to heighten
the sensation. She remained like that for quite some
time, simply content to lay there, moving her hips and
enjoying the wonderful sensations her lower belly was
radiating all through her body.
It took her a little longer to realize that her
clothes were gone and she was naked under the sheet.
"Strange," she thought. She never slept naked at her
apartment, but perhaps she should start. There was
something to be said for the feel of silk sheets covering
her sensitive body. She could even feel her nipples
standing very stiff and erect under the thin sheet.
It was some time after that she realized she wasn't
alone. She tried closing her legs, but something big was
between them. She looked towards the foot of the bed and
could just make out in the darkness a large lump under
the sheet, right between her legs!
"Oh my God!" she shrieked. "There's a big dog in bed
with me! Doing things!! HELP!!!"
She started to get up when she heard a high-pitched
giggle, and Carolyn realized with relief that it wasn't a
dog after all. It was a woman. Then the full impact of
what was going on came to her. In horror, she now knew
that an unknown woman was between her legs! Touching
her!!
What a nightmare! She must get her clothes and get out
of here. Fast!
But the woman wouldn't let her go! The woman held the
struggling Carolyn firmly around the waist as she
proceeded to show the anguished Carolyn all that she knew
about oral lovemaking, which was considerable.
Carolyn's hips bucked and twisted, her hands
desperately trying to push the head away from her most
private of places, but it was no use. Her assailant
clung tenaciously to the shapely rocking hips, her mouth
making the most of her uninterrupted contact with
Carolyn's inexperienced vagina.
Carolyn stopped struggling after her orgasm, stunned at
what had just happened to her. Confused and disoriented
after such a rude awakening, she vaguely hoped that now
her ravisher, having abused her and presumably got what
she wanted, would now leave her alone. But Carolyn
noticed with horror that the stranger had not moved from
between her legs.
Tamiko was just getting started. She enjoyed playing
tricks like this on unsuspecting Gaijin, especially this
one-- the always-in-control and very proper Carolyn Lord.
For her, this was the beginning of a, hopefully, very
long relationship of which the delectable Miss Lord
would spend in a state of considerable undress, doing her
bidding.
Carolyn's body writhed and shook as Tamiko continued to
practice an experienced and enthusiastic form of
cunnilingus on the helpless woman.
After the fifth orgasm had rocked her to her very soul,
the exhausted Carolyn mercifully passed out, again!
When she finally awoke late in the morning on
Saturday, Carolyn had no idea where she was. She only
knew that her body felt sore, like it always did when she
would over-do it at her health club, and she had a
terrible headache. Her mouth was surprisingly dry, as
if she was extremely dehydrated from too much drinking,
and she felt terribly nauseous. Even the light pouring
in from the window was causing her distress.
She suddenly sat up in bed, her top sheet falling
heedless away from her naked form, as those events (those
few she could remember, anyway) of the past evening
returned to her clouded yet horrified mind! True, the
events seemed so unreal and fantastic that she doubted
her own memory. But, for Carolyn it was enough!
"JESUS CHRIST!" she cried.
Quickly, she jumped out of the bed, leaving the sheets
crumpled on the bed. Nude, she staggered around the
bedroom until she found the adjoining bathroom and
quietly vomited into the toilet.
She stood up when she was finished, feeling much
relieved. Maybe that was it, she thought. Perhaps she
had just eaten the wrong thing yesterday and it gave her
strange nightmares. She suddenly became very anxious to
remove all evidence of last night. She quickly flushed
the toilet, and grabbed the first tooth brush and tube of
tooth paste she could find and proceeded to clean out her
foul mouth. Afterwards, she ducked into the shower and
just stood there, letting the water pour over her, first
as hot and then as cold as she could stand it. Feeling a
little more human after her shower, she returned to the
bedroom, determined to get dressed and leave this
terrible place as quickly as possible.
"Those things could not have happened," she thought.
There must be some logical explanation. She was a good
girl and would never even think of doing such things, let
alone allowing such things to happen to her. It must
have been some kind of very realistic nightmare. Either
way, the less of these people she had to deal with the
better!
Thankfully, she found her suit hanging neatly on a
hook beside the bedroom door, her shoes directly
underneath. However, she couldn't find her blouse, scarf
or underwear. Fortunately, it looked like her slacks had
been repaired in the night. Not wanting to wait and
search, she put on what clothes she had, wanting only to
leave this place as quickly as possible, and not really
caring what she looked like while she did so. As far as
she was concerned, Tiffany could bring them to her later,
or they could even mail them.
Carolyn looked at the bathroom mirror and sighed. She
knew she was showing a great deal of cleavage; and that
it was painfully obvious to anyone who cared to look that
she was wearing nothing under her jacket. But it
couldn't be helped. Besides, she would only be at risk
until she reached her car and then her apartment.
She took a comb from the dresser and ran a few quick
sweeps through her damp hair, to give her at least a
semblance of respectability. She left the bedroom and
quickly walked down the long hall leading towards a small
foyer and the front door.
Her unencumbered breasts gently shook beneath the
jacket, her highly sensitive nipples rubbing against the
smooth lining. A tickling sensation came from where her
slacks pressed against her naked vulva, probably a seam
she never noticed before rubbing directly over her
highly-sensitive pussy lips. She could feel her over-
worked and now traitorous body already responding to
these new stimuli.
"Oh, God! Will this never end?" she muttered as she
stopped in the hall to try and collect herself. She
heard someone moving about in the front room and wanted
to be ready. All she had to do was find her purse and
she was out of there!
Crossing her arms below her chest to keep her breasts
from moving, Carolyn walked erect and proud into the
front room.
The room was empty. She looked quickly for her purse
but couldn't find it. In desperation, she started going
through the hall closet, then remembered someone had
taken it into the kitchen for safekeeping.
Carolyn found Tamiko in the kitchen, dressed in a
terry-cloth robe, sitting at the counter, having coffee.
"Good morning, lazybones!" Tamiko said brightly. "Care
for some coffee?"
"No, thank you," Carolyn said, coldly. "I'm just
looking for my purse. Is Tiffany here?"
"No, everyone cleared out early this morning. I think
Maria gave her a lift back to her dorm. She had a
marvelous time, by the way, and can't wait to tell you
all about it when she sees you at work."
Silence followed while Carolyn made a half-hearted
attempt to locate her missing handbag, all the time
trying to avoid the stare of the girl. "If only I could
be sure how good a friend Tamiko really was," she
thought.
"About last night..." began Tamiko.
"Yes."
"What did you think of our little ceremony?"
"I can't think very clearly this morning. My head
hurts for some reason and I really don't remember much
about it. I just want my purse and to leave, thank you."
She said coldly.
"It's right there on the counter."
Carolyn saw her lying in plain view on the kitchen
counter. Feeling foolish, she grabbed it and started to
walk out of the kitchenette.
"You mean you can't remember anything from last
night?" Tamiko called to Carolyn's back.
Carolyn stopped. Memories of the past evening began
flooding her mind. She turned to face Tamiko.
"I remember Tiffany being... examined." Carolyn
started to feel very uncomfortable being here.
"And..." Tamiko added, helpfully.
"And two of your friends, Fawn and Samantha, stayed
with me the entire evening. They kept trying
to...to...touch...and...and...take my clothes off."
"Why would they want to do that? With your clothes, I
mean."
"Well. I remember that I was very warm. Later, I had
trouble with my slacks and Samantha took them to be
fixed."
"Here, sit down. Have some coffee."
As Tamiko got up for the coffee, the tired Carolyn
returned to the counter. "Coffee would be good," she
thought. Some of her previous feelings of affection for
this little Japanese girl from the night before were
slowly returning to her. "Tamiko is always looking out
for me," she thought. Gratefully, she sank onto one of
the stools at the counter.
"Oh my!" gasped the surprised Carolyn as something
fuzzy wrapped itself around her crotch.
"Are you all right?"
"Oh, yes. Just tired."
"Must be some loose threads," she thought, "from
Tamiko's repair work. She would have to take a look at
her slacks this weekend, when there's time. "But, my
goodness," she thought. "What a feeling!" It will be a
relief to change out of these, she knew. She couldn't go
around feeling like that all day. Way too distracting!
"And were they?" asked Tamiko.
"What?"
"Were your slacks repaired?"
"Yes, they were. Good as new in fact," Carolyn lied.
To herself she thought, "They were fine, all right,
except for that spool of thread you left in the crotch."
Still, she at least attempted to fix them.
"Thank you for doing it, Tamiko. Sam had said that
you were a good seamstress."
"You are welcome. What happened after you ripped your
slacks?"
"The last thing I positively remember was Sam taking
my slacks away. Everything after that is a total blank,
except for..."
"Except for what?"
"I... can't tell you. It's very embarrassing. I've
never...I've never felt so ashamed." sobbed Carolyn as
she broke down on her stool.
"Come with me," gently commanded Tamiko. She led the
distressed Carolyn by the shoulder over to one of room's
plush couches.
Tamiko settled the crying Carolyn on the couch, then
went for a box of tissues and their coffee mugs. When
she seated herself next to the sobbing woman, Carolyn
immediately turned and through her arms around the
waiting Tamiko.
"Now, now. Tell me all about it. I'm sure it's
nothing at all," said Tamiko, as she tried to reassure
the stricken woman as she gave Carolyn the first of many
facial tissues.
Carolyn hugged her friend tightly, unable to speak
through her sobbing of the unthinkable things she was
sure had happened to her last night. She just continued
to clutch Tamiko and cried. After a moment, she felt
Tamiko's hands moving between them, and the buttons of
her jacket becoming open.
"What are you doing?" Carolyn sniffed between sobs,
still unable to relinquish her hold on Tamiko.
"You're crying all over your jacket. This is too nice
to ruin like that," Tamiko said quietly, as she quickly
unbuttoned the remaining buttons. "Come on, lean back.
This has to come off."
"Yes, you're right," sobbed Carolyn as she obediently
leaned backward. Tamiko pulled the opened jacket off of
Carolyn's shoulders and down her arms. She folded the
jacket carefully and placed it on the coffee table in
front of them.
Carolyn immediately returned to holding Tamiko tightly,
careless of the fact that she was now nude above the
waist. She was finally getting her crying almost under
control when she felt something at her waist, and then
heard the sound of a zipper. She suddenly realized that
Tamiko had now unfastened her slacks.
"You're starting to ruin these as well. So, off they
go!"
"Do they have to?" inquired Carolyn meekly, between
sobs. In her reason-shattered mind, she knew only that
the sole person who offered her any concern or comfort
lately was this sincere Japanese girl. Because of that,
her dependence on Tamiko had grown so quickly that she
was prepared to do whatever she wished. Yet, she still
felt uneasy. "Oh my!" she thought. "I remember now- no
undies!"
"But I'm not wearing any..."
"Yes, I know. But, your slacks must come off. Don't
worry about underwear, I've seen you before, remember?
Now, lift."
Carolyn, rocked at this most casual reminder of the
most embarrassing moment in her life, could only hang her
head in shame and passively raise her hips to allowed
Tamiko to pull her slacks down past her hips. The slacks
quickly made their way down her thighs and off her legs.
Carolyn saw that the girl had removed her shoes for good
measure.
At least Tamiko was keeping her clothes close for a
change, she thought numbly, as she automatically covered
her pubes and breasts. Her slacks were carefully folded
and joined the jacket on the table. Her shoes were
placed alongside the couch.
Tamiko returned to her place alongside the stricken
woman. Carolyn sat primly, right arm across her breasts,
left hand over her pubic area, legs tightly pressed
together, while the tears continued to flow down her
high-set cheeks.
Carolyn felt Tamiko's arm extend comfortingly around
her shoulders and she let the Japanese girl pull her
against her, so that they were now seated chest-to-chest,
with Carolyn's arms trapped awkwardly in front of her.
"What's wrong, honey?" Tamiko asked quietly.
"Something happened to me last night, and I...don't
know what it was. I can't remember anything! Plus,
I'm...I'm not even dressed," Carolyn wailed.
"That's all right, honey. It's not important. Let me
show you," Tamiko said reasonably, as she slipped out of
her own robe. "Now, I'm not dressed either. Is this so
bad?" the wily Japanese asked, as she gently but firmly
pulled Carolyn's arms from their protective stance and
placed them around her own slim waist.
"But it's not right. I...we should be dressed,"
Carolyn sobbed as she found a surprising refuge within
Tamiko's comforting arms, pressing herself tighter
against the nude Japanese girl, to avoid having to face
the fact of her own nudity.
Tamiko did not respond. She just continued to hold
Carolyn, her hands moving over the woman's bare back in a
soothing manor. She exulted in the feel of Carolyn's
warm, firm flesh, her full breasts being pressed against
Tamiko's own small mounds, their nipples occasionally
making electric contact.
It was not until she found herself nude once again did
Carolyn finally get a grip on her outraged emotions. Her
sobbing quieted to sniffles, which quieted to silence.
She remained where she was, her face pressed against the
base of Tamiko's neck, her full breasts tight against
Tamiko's. She still could not get herself to speak
openly about the events that so shocked her last night,
yet she knew that eventually she would have to, otherwise
she might just be spending the entire day naked in this
apartment. But, the funny thing was, that prospect
didn't scare Carolyn near as much as it would have
yesterday, because of Tamiko. Tamiko was with
her now. Carolyn was certain, although she could not yet
understand why, that Tamiko would always be there to help
her. Even so, she still had to take care of herself.
"I feel much better now, Tamiko," Carolyn whimpered,
speaking into Tamiko's neck. "I can't thank you enough
for helping me."
She reluctantly pulled her head back so she could look
at Tamiko's face.
"I don't know what could have come over me like that.
Thank you for caring."
"It is all right, my precious. It is all right,"
Tamiko murmured, patting the nude Carolyn gently on the
hip.
Tamiko knew that the crying was over, which was just
as well as the tissue box was empty. Although the
prospect of spending a Saturday morning being held by a
nude Carolyn Lord was delightful, she could think of an
even better thing to do with her. It was time.
"Well, Tamiko. I think I should be getting dressed
and leaving now," Carolyn said, as she moved forward to
retrieve her clothes from the table.
"Good," replied Tamiko, as she grabbed the surprised
Carolyn by the shoulders and pushed her back onto the
couch. "But first, you will tell me exactly what
happened last night to make you so upset. You've had
more that enough time to prepare yourself."
"But I can't," wailed Carolyn, feeling herself
perilously close to the point of crying again. "It's so
embarrassing."
"Carolyn, you are not leaving this couch until you
tell me what you think happened. I really would like to
know. If you were molested or something in my apartment,
I need to know about it. But first, I want you to lean
back."
Carolyn obediently leaned back on the couch. As she
sat there, she suddenly felt very vulnerable. She
quickly crossed her legs and again quickly covered her
breasts with her right arm and her pubic area with her
left hand.
Tamiko grunted "Humph" in disgust and pulled Carolyn's
arms down to her sides.
"Now, I want you to rest your head as far back on the
couch as it will go."
Placing her head on the back of the couch, Carolyn
found herself staring at the ceiling. She knew her
breasts were totally exposed and vulnerable, jutting out
in a most shameless fashion, but there was nothing she
could do about it.
"Now, I want the story. But, remember this. You can
hid nothing from me. I can see into your very soul right
now and can tell if you are speaking the truth or some
flimsy rationalization. This is a very serious matter.
I remember what you said earlier about the girls. Fawn
and Sam are very close friends of mine."
"I sorry," Carolyn said, meekly. "I didn't mean
to..."
"Do not be sorry. Be right. Now, no matter what you
feel or think you feel from this time forward, keep your
eyes shut and keep talking. Remember, eyes shut and keep
talking, no matter what. It's important. I want to show
you something. Okay?"
"Okay," squeaked a worried Carolyn.
"Now what am I getting myself into?" Carolyn wondered
as she closed her eyes. She gathered herself for the
ordeal to come.
"I was in bed..." she began.
"So far, so good." said Tamiko as she slipped off the
couch. She gathered up all of the clothes on the coffee
table, and took them to the kitchenette counter, where
they would be out of harm's way.
"...and...someone was with me," continued Carolyn
softly, when she felt Tamiko's return to the couch.
"Oh, ho," Tamiko said as she uncrossed Carolyn's legs.
Tamiko swung her right knee over the reclining
Carolyn's waist, being careful to place it directly on
the woman's left hand laying at her side. She did the
same with her left knee and Carolyn's right hand.
"Tamiko! You're on my hands. It hurts and I can't
move them."
"Yes, I know. So far, all you have told me doesn't
sound particularly sinister. We had a full house here
last night and had to double up on the beds. Be happy
you didn't end up on the floor like some of them," she
said dryly.
Carolyn was very confused. This wasn't going at all
like she thought it would.
Tamiko sighed. "Now to the main event," she thought.
"Now, tell me about Samantha and Fawn. From what both
they and you told me this morning, they only did exactly
what you wanted them to do, nothing more or less."
As Tamiko talked, Carolyn tried to get her hands free,
but couldn't. "Oh my God!" she worried. "She's naked
and sitting on me. As if that weren't bad enough, her
pubes are right on top of mine." Carolyn could feel them
rubbing through her pubic hair! Carolyn was just about
to order her to get off, when the injustice of Tamiko's
statement finally came to her.
"That's not true!" Carolyn protested.
"Okay, then. So tell. Tell me all about Samantha and
Fawn."
"Well, they...OH!" gasped Carolyn, when she felt
Tamiko lick her left nipple.
"Don't stop. Keep talking," Tamiko ordered.
"Yes. They were on either side of me and...Oh My!"
Carolyn's right nipple had just been tweaked.
"They were both acting very strangely. They were...
They were acting as if I were a man."
"That you certainly are not," Tamiko said, gently
cupping Carolyn's breasts for emphasis, rubbing her
thumbs on the erect nipples. Her hips started a rhythmic
motion asTamiko gently rubbed her pussy over Carolyn's.
"Tamiko, please. You shouldn't be doing that," said
the breathless Carolyn.
Tamiko continued her administration of Carolyn's
breasts.
"So, what did they do to you"
"They were touching me and...and kissing me."
"Where were they doing this?"
"In the living room."
"Where on you, idiot?"
"Oh. On the neck."
"You mean like this...and like this...and this...and
this...and this..." said Tamiko as she repeatedly kissed
Carolyn's sculptured neck.
Carolyn felt herself turning into melted butter.
Tamiko's hands on her breasts, lips on her throat, and
the constant rubbing at her crotch were a combination
that was causing Carolyn to loose her mind. Her hips
were jerking uncontrollably in an effort to escape
Tamiko's constant attention there.
"Oooh, Tamiko. I can't think when you do that.
Please stop."
Tamiko ignored her and continued her love-making.
"What happened then?"
"When, what?"
Carolyn was finding it increasingly hard to
concentrate. Tamiko was giving sensations and feelings
she had never known herself capable of experiencing--
except in her dreams. Between the shocks her body had
received in the past twelve or so hours and Tamiko's
activities now, Carolyn's mind was reeling. She didn't
know what to do anymore. All she could comprehend at
this time was that, ever since she had come to this
apartment, her body had never been so out of control.
Tamiko continued her expert manipulations on the
vulnerable woman located beneath her. Carolyn tried to
talk but found that she could only groan, the ability for
speech being beyond her shattered mental abilities, so
overwhelmed was she with previously unknown sensations.
Unconsciously, her hips were now moving in time with
Tamiko's, deliberately rising to enhance to exquisite
contact. Carolyn suddenly realized that she had thrown
her shoulders back to place her breasts more firmly into
Tamiko's hands. "Oh, my God! What was she to do?" she
wondered.
Tamiko saw that Carolyn was finally ready for her.
She shifted her body so that she no longer straddled the
nude Carolyn. She positioned herself so that she could
look directly down on Carolyn's beautiful, up-turned
face. She lowered her head and kissed Carolyn fully and
deeply on the lips.
Carolyn at first was too stunned to do anything.
Tamiko was kissing her! She could feel the other woman's
tongue gently trying to work its way between her closed
teeth and into her mouth. She tried to protest this
outrageous behavior, but Tamiko kept her mouth pressed
firmly on Carolyn's and she could not say anything.
Carolyn, her heart racing, tried to make herself relax.
"I must quit panicking every time Tamiko touches me,"
she thought. This girl was only trying to help her find
out what really happened to her. She was not someone who
was trying to reach her, invade her private inner self
like some disgusting guy. She was only trying to help
her. If this was she wanted, then this is what Carolyn
would do.
Besides, this was starting to feel surprisingly good
to her, and she wasn't sure why.
Carolyn found herself reacting instinctively to the
kiss by tentatively putting her arms around Tamiko's
neck. As Tamiko kept on kissing her, Carolyn, her mind
in a whirl, found herself starting to kiss the young
woman back. She opened her mouth slightly and she
accepted Tamiko's tongue, which had been trying to snake
it way through her even white teeth. Meanwhile, a slim
Japanese hand slipped between Carolyn's partially closed
thighs and began to gently stroke her super-charged
pussy lips.
Tamiko finally broke the kiss, although her hand
remained working between Carolyn's thighs, and Carolyn
found herself gasping for air.
"What did you do that for?"
"Why not?"
She felt a pleasant tingling sensation below her belly
and bent her head forward. Carolyn froze when she saw
Tamiko's hand between at her crotch.
"Why...why are you doing that?" she stammered.
"To show you. This is what happened to Tiffany last
night, not to you. You just thought it happened, wanted
it to happen, to you."
"No! Never! I'm a good girl!"
"Oh, really? Of course you're good. But, how then do
you explain those vivid dreams you had last night?"
"No! They weren't dreams. It really happened." said
the befuddled Carolyn, her mind in a whirl because of
Tamiko's educated hand. She looked beseechingly into the
dark, almond shaped eyes above her. "Didn't it?" she
wondered aloud.
With this first open sign of doubt, Tamiko knew she
had truly won.
While her mind resisted, Carolyn's body, primed from
an evening of overwhelming and long denied forbidden
pleasures, greedily responded to Tamiko's actions.
Totally vulnerable and helpless against Tamiko's expert
administrations, Carolyn's body had driven all reason
from her mind. She didn't know what was real and what
wasn't anymore. She could only sit there, nude and
helpless, while Tamiko drove her insane with incredible
sensations.
Carolyn found that her terrible cares and worries of
the morning were being swept away in a sea of pleasure.
Try as she might to deny it, whatever Tamiko was doing to
her felt very good indeed. "Why did this feel so good?"
she wondered. Normally she hated anyone to get close to
her, let alone touch her. Now here she was, a grown
woman sitting naked on a living room couch on a Saturday
morning with a strange oriental girl over 10-years
her junior, and she just wanted it to go on and on. What
was happening to her?
Keeping her lips pressed directly on Carolyn's, Tamiko
casually explored Carolyn's open mouth with her tongue.
She shifted her stance over the prostrate woman to ease
her access to Carolyn's vulnerable cunt.
Her mind a blank from too many intense emotions,
Carolyn was able to only kiss the Japanese girl back as
best she could. Hesitantly, the inexperienced Carolyn
circled her arms around the back of Tamiko's neck.
Carolyn stiffened when she felt Tamiko's hand between
her thighs become abruptly more active. "Kissing is one
thing," she thought, but this is something else again."
Even her female relatives liked to kiss each other, and
her, on the mouth, although never like this! But Tamiko!
If only Tamiko would quit kissing for just a moment,
she'd then be able to set things right.
But Tamiko wouldn't stop at all, and Carolyn found her
resistance becoming progressively weaker as she felt her
inside continue to melt!
Tamiko, sadly aware that time was short this
morning, released her kiss just before she guided
the naive Carolyn Lord to an explosive, mind-shattering
orgasm.
Overwhelmed, Carolyn gasped, "AAAaahh!" as
without warning an orgasm uncontrollably quaked its
way through her body.
Not having the time to teach Carolyn the finer points
of girl-love, Tamiko sat down on the couch alongside
the spasming Carolyn and quietly manipulated herself
to a pretty good climax of her own.
Fifteen minutes later, the two lay entwined on the
couch, satiated.
Carolyn's fears were, for the moment, forgotten.
Tamiko had made her see that she herself had caused
whatever strange events happened to her last night.
She had no one to blame but her own slutty nature.
But Tamiko had then taken her shame and lifted it to a
higher plane. She made it something else. For the first
time in Carolyn's life, she felt truly fulfilled as a
woman, trained from early childhood into believing that
her only recourse for a satisfying relationship was a
male, especially a very old fashioned Greek one.
Otherwise, she would spend the rest of her life in
solitude, because all of the men she came into contact
with seemed only concerned with themselves and their own
dirty needs.
She never realized that her answer to her eternal
loneliness might come from so unexpected a source as in
the form of a beautiful Japanese girl. Carolyn looked at
the face of the girl sleeping in her arms and sighed with
contentment.
Carolyn Lord had finally fallen for someone in a big
way. The fact that it was a woman who had cunningly
seduced her mattered not at all to her, at least for the
moment.
"Thank you," she said softly.
Tamiko Suzuki had understood this woman quite well,
and had been hoping for just such a reaction. Carolyn
Lord was going to find her life very different from now
on, and in ways she couldn't possibly imagine. She
chuckled at the thought.
Carolyn heard the sound and smiled. "She must be
having a good dream," she thought. "She might even be
dreaming about me."
Carolyn wasn't wearing a watch, but realized it must
be getting late. There was some work she just had to
finish at the office today before the major conference
this afternoon. Damn.
"Tamiko. Tamiko, please wake up. I really must be
going now."
"Ohio Goziamus. How are you feeling now?" Tamiko
asked, slipping her hand over Carolyn's buttocks. "Are
you all right? You look like you could use some sleep."
"I'm very tired, and my head is killing me. You know,
I would just love to go to my apartment and sleep the day
away. But, I only have just enough time to change and
get to work. We're having an important conference this
afternoon with some major clients, and I'm a key player."
"Then you must go directly from here. We can have you
cleaned, dressed and gone in 15 minutes," Tamiko said as
she briskly got off the couch and stood up.
"But I need to change and..."
"Come on! There's no time to argue." Tamiko pulled
the confused Carolyn quickly to her feet. Carolyn's body
began to sway as her head swam from the sudden movement.
"Oohh. I'm so dizzy."
"A quick shower and you'll be fine," Tamiko said as
she held the swaying woman by the waist.
Standing in the cool air of the apartment, Carolyn
finally realized that she was still naked.
"Do you have another robe, or even a bath towel, I
could use. I can't walk around your apartment like
this."
"You've been like that all morning and it hasn't
bothered you too much."
"Tamiko, please..." the blushing Carolyn murmured.
"What if someone should come in?"
"Let me worry about that. In fact," Tamiko said,
slapping Carolyn on her delectable rump, "let me worry
about everything."
Tamiko took Carolyn back to the master bedroom, her
right arm around her waist, her right hand resting
casually on Carolyn's right buttock.
Tamiko steered her directly into the shower stall.
"Be back in a minute with some towels, honey."
"Thank you."
Under the soothing shower, Carolyn began to feel her
old self again. She jumped when she heard the shower
door open behind her.
"What?" she gasped, spinning around.
"Just me," Tamiko said with a grin, brandishing a wash
cloth. "Well, you are my guest." She entered the glass
cage and quickly shut the door.
"I can wash myself, thank you," Carolyn said, with
bite. "Perhaps she'll get the hint," she thought, as she
turned her back on her and adjusted the water to full
force. Grabbing the soap, Carolyn furiously started to
cover herself with suds.
"Whoa!" thought Tamiko. "Attitude! We'll just have to
fix that, and soon, too."
"Oh, come on. It's a lot faster this way," Tamiko
said persuasively as she began using the soaped up cloth
on the trembling Carolyn's suddenly tense back.
Tamiko knelt down behind her and lovingly began to soap
the Greek beauty from the toes up. When she reached her
waist, Carolyn had by then stopped soaping herself and
could only passively wait for what was to come, lost once
again in Tamiko's touch. After thoroughly washing the
firm half-moons of Carolyn's buttocks, Tamiko started
working the cloth between her partially opened thighs.
She brought the dazed Carolyn close to climax several
times before finally allowing her release.
Carolyn, spent, sank to the floor of the shower, where
Tamiko continued her soaping of the beautiful woman with
quick, efficient strokes.
When she was finally finished, she had to help the
exhausted Carolyn to her feet and carefully washed the
soap off of her. She turned off the water and led the
pliant woman out of the shower. As Carolyn leaned on a
wall for support, Tamiko briskly dried her with a large
towel. She then led the docile woman back to the
bedroom.
"Where are my clothes?" Carolyn asked.
"Your suit is on the kitchen counter."
"And my blouse and...underthings?"
"I sent them to the cleaners with Fawn early this
morning. I didn't think you would be needing them quite
so soon. Don't worry. They should be ready about 1 p.m.
or so."
"But, I can't leave here without...my things.
Everyone would notice. I must get home and change. I
am very late already."
"Don't go home. Just go to work as you are. No one
will notice anything. I'll bring you the remainder of
your clothes then they are done this afternoon."
"But Tamiko, I can't do that. I'll be so...exposed.
I can't go out in this without a blouse and underwear."
"My precious. Trust me, you'll be fine. You'll be
the only one who will know how you are dressed. Anyway,
It will just be for an hour or so."
"Are you sure? I don't feel right about..."
"No time to argue! We need to get you dressed and out
of here, now!"
Carolyn's mind was spinning. Things were happening
too fast for her right now. She just didn't know what
was the right thing to do anymore. Carolyn had never
felt so tired, and it interfered with her thinking.
Perhaps Tamiko was right after all. It seemed she
usually was.
"Oh, all right! I'll go straight there. and thank
you for your offer. That's really very kind of you. I
hope that it's not an inconvenience or anything."
"Trust me, it is not problem at all."
Carolyn looked deep into the dark almond-shaped eyes of
her new friend and felt lost in them. "What an
extraordinary effect this young woman has on me," she
marveled. "Absolutely extraordinary."
"You know, you've been very nice to me, and I really
appreciate it. I only hope that some day I'll be able to
repay your kindness and generosity."
"That's all right. I'm sure we'll think of something
you can do. How about us having a sleep-over at your
place tonight? Yes, that sounds like fun. For now
though, off to work with you and I'll meet you there with
your clothes. Maybe!" Tamiko said as she pushed the
laughing Carolyn out the door.
Tamiko didn't tell her the real reason she had to
spend the day without changing or her underwear. It
wasn't just a question of training. Tamiko had altered
the crotch of Carolyn's slacks. Now, whenever she walked
her pussy would be slightly but constantly stimulated.
And when she sat down anywhere, oh sister! Plus, her
magnificent tits would be constantly moving, rubbing
those sensitive unprotected nipples against the silk
lining of her jacket. By the end of the day, the prim
and proper Miss Carolyn Lord would have unknowingly
stimulated herself to a frenzy.
Tamiko could hardly wait.
Into the Maelstrom: Part VI
Feeling dazed and full of misgivings, Carolyn drove to
her firm's offices. She knew that she was hardly dressed
for work, let alone anything else for that matter. But,
she realized that Tamiko was (once again) correct. She
was so late, and the day so important, that there was
nothing for it but to carry on as she was and hope she
wouldn't embarrass herself or the firm before Tamiko
arrived with her clothes.
Terribly distracted, she almost had three accidents
before she learned to sit on the very edge of the car
seat. It was the only way she could relieve the
maddening pressure that extra cloth (or whatever it was
that Tamiko had accidentally placed in the crotch of her
slacks) was causing. She was also acutely conscious of
her firm breasts' movement within her jacket, the rubbing
nipples sending constant pinwheels of sensations through
her already overheated brain whenever she moved.
She had never felt so exhausted, so completely used
before now. And yet, and yet... Strange as it seemed,
deep down she had never felt so at peace with herself.
It was ridiculous. After one wild party that she
couldn't even really remember, and a surprising (if
rather pleasant, now that she thought about it) morning
spent with her new special friend, Carolyn felt like an
entirely different woman. More complete, somehow.
Ok, Ok, she thought. She knew what she did with Tamiko
this morning was terribly, terribly wrong, and that she
would now probably burn in Hell forever for it (thanks a
lot, God!). But, why, oh why, did it have to feel so
good to be with her like that?
She desperately wanted time to work out all of these
strange new thoughts and impressions, but realized that
it wasn't going to be possible for a while. Perhaps
after work, before she got together with Tamiko this
evening. At her apartment she could finally get out of
this damned suit that was driving her crazy, and into
some less-stimulating clothes. Then, following a very
long nap, she would be able to think clearly again.
So busy was she with her thoughts that she didn't even
realized she had already parked in the building's
basement garage.
Sighing, she looked about the mostly deserted garage.
She saw that only that section of the place belonging to
her law firm was occupied.
"Better get a move on," she said, as she gathered her
brief case from the trunk.
"Looks like I'm the last to arrive, damn it!" she said
with feeling after surveying the parking lot one last
time.
She proceeded to walk carefully yet swiftly to the
building's main lobby, trying to keep her annoying breast
movements to a minimum.
Carolyn confidently stepped into the elevator from the
(thankfully) deserted building's lobby, only 60 minutes
late. In the elevator, she pushed the button for the top
floor and the elevator silently began its long journey to
the 30th floor. As usual, she carefully reviewed her
reflection in the polished metal doors and her confidence
quickly began to evaporate.
"Oh, my God!" she muttered. "What could I have been
thinking?"
Tamiko had made everything sound so natural and
realistic this morning. All she had to do was go to work
and Tamiko would bring in her missing clothes. The
apartment laundry service was very fast, she had said.
Her things would be done in just a few hours. Long
before her important conference. Long before anyone
would even notice the difference.
Like hell they wouldn't!
Carolyn watched her reflection with a sick
fascination. For a moment all she could think was: They
would know, they would know, they would know.
She never wore the same outfit two days in a row.
Worse, it was in fact considerably less than the same
outfit, and it showed.
The deeply cut jacket, which usually showed her
starched, high-neck blouses to advantage, was now showing
just her! Coming here without blouse and bra was insane.
It was painfully obvious to anyone who cared to look that
she was quite naked under her suit jacket. And the dress
codes at the firm were very strict. She should know,
since the codes were her idea.
Carolyn grimly acknowledged the fact that until her
best and possibly only friend showed up, she would have
to be especially careful, less she inadvertently expose
herself in the office.
The fact that she was also without panties and even
hose today didn't worry her, as there was no way anyone
was going to know about that.
If only she hadn't been so late getting here, she
thought. She would have had time to return to her
apartment first and all would have been well. She never
slept over at anyone's place, in spite of the many
invitations she had received in the past to do so. What
happened to her last night that she couldn't even go
home?
She simply did not have an answer.
However, tired as she was, she did remember vividly
what had happened with Tamiko on the living room couch
this morning! Wow! She blushed at the thought of Tamiko
and her, both naked on the couch.
It was a good thing no one saw us, she thought. Even
something innocent like Tamiko comforting her might start
people talking.
I know, I know, she thought. I'll probably burn for
it. I know.
If only thinking wasn't so damn difficult this
morning. Her head still felt like it was stuffed with
cotton, and there was this weird headache behind her left
eye. If she didn't know better, she would swear she had
a hangover. But Tamiko had assured her repeatedly about
there being no alcohol in what she was drinking last
night. Must be an allergic reaction to something, she
reasoned.
Maybe that would also explain why her body felt so
different this morning. It was alive! It was positively
tingling with sensations. Her skin felt like it was
glowing. Her unencumbered breasts, ceaselessly moving
when she walked, caused the constantly erect nipples to
graze the lining of the jacket and send some very non-
working professional-type signals to her nervous system.
Her pubic area, in almost constant contact with something
in the crotch seam, was feeling very wet. She would have
to find a restroom soon to dry herself off, or she
seriously risked staining her slacks.
Looking at her reflection, Carolyn realized that she
could do something about the slacks right then. If she
wore them much, much lower on her hips, her poor crotch
would be free of this inadvertent yet constant
stimulation.
Placing her briefcase on the floor beside her, Carolyn
reached under the front of her jacket and opened the
front of her slacks. She slid down the waistband until
she was sure the naughty material couldn't bother her
anymore.
She lifted up her jacket to see how much skin she would
be showing. Oh, my! she thought, laughing. I look like
a belly dancer!
She stood there, wondering if her still opened slacks
were not a bit too low when the elevator doors
unexpectedly began to open.
"Shit!" she cried. The elevator had stopped at a
lower floor and she hadn't even noticed!
Carolyn just had time to re-fasten her waistband and
try to assume a casual look when the doors completely
opened to reveal a young, pimply-faced man wearing a
messenger uniform.
"Is this elevator going down?" he inquired.
"No, it is going up!" snapped Carolyn, ashamed of
herself for almost being caught undressed by this young
idiot.
"Oh. Guess I'll wait then," he replied good
naturally, and then stood in front of the opened doors,
watching her.
As the doors finally closed, Carolyn saw his eyes drop
and then enlarge into perfect circles. The last thing
Carolyn remembered about him was his jaw dropping open.
"Now what," she grumbled as she looked into the
mirrored surface of the doors.
"Oh, God!"
Carolyn saw that she had caught part of her jacket
front in the waistband of her slacks, which revealed
perfectly the fact that her zipper was down. It also
revealed the fact that her pubic area was totally
exposed!
"I'm going home," she said as she straightened her
jacket and zipped up her slacks. "I just can't do this."
The elevator finally stopped at her floor.
Perhaps the doors will not open this time, Carolyn
thought hopefully. And if they do, I'll just stand here
in a back corner where no one can see me. Then, to home
and bed.
In her agitation at being caught, she forgot about the
door-close button.
The doors quietly slid open and Carolyn knew that she
had immediately been spotted by the firm's receptionist,
Mrs. Johnson, who was seated at her desk located directly
in front of the elevators across the room.
"Hi, Carolyn. Everyone's been looking for you."
"Thanks," Carolyn said. It's not fair, she wailed to
herself as she weakly waved a hand in greeting. She
picked up her briefcase and wearily trudged toward the
reception desk.
I'm trapped now, she thought, resigned to her fate.
All I can do now is prepare for the meeting, and pretend
to everyone that nothing is wrong with me today.
Her confidence of the morning had completely
disappeared. The episode in the elevator had left her
feeling strangely defeated, as if she was to meet an
important challenge today and had already lost.
As usual, it's my own fault, she thought, as she
walked past the desk. Maybe all I should do is just
accept my fate. She felt too tired now to do much of
anything else.
"Could you help me a moment. I need that phone
directory in the red binder on the top shelf and I can't
leave the desk."
"Sure, no problem," Carolyn mumbled. The lazy bitch,
why can't she get it herself, she wondered. But, she put
her case down and went over the tall set of shelves set
into the wall. By stretching, she was barely able to
reach the directory.
Mrs. Johnson's eye's flashed when Carolyn's jacket
pulled up, revealing her bare midriff and the top of her
very low-riding slacks. Just as she suspected. The
haughty Miss Lord was surprising forgetful about clothes
this morning, underwear in particular.
"No blouse today?" the receptionist sweetly inquired,
antenna quivering.
"I, ah... I spilled some tea on it during the drive
over," Carolyn replied as she handed the directory to the
receptionist. "I dropped the blouse off at the cleaners
before I came, so it wouldn't become stained. That's why
I'm so late."
She turned and quickly moved to where she left her
brief case. Grabbing the handle, she walked toward the
hallway leading to one of the large administration
offices. Sensing Mrs. Johnson's eyes following her, she
increased her pace across the reception area, hoping to
avoid any more embarrassing questions concerning her
appearance, especially about her obviously missing bra.
"Got your bra too, huh?"
Damn, thought Carolyn. Can't I ever get a break?
"Yes, wouldn't you know."
"Ooh, that could hurt. Hope you didn't burn
yourself."
"No, no. It was iced tea. Have a good day, Mrs.
Johnson." And please stay away from me, Carolyn silently
added as she practically ran from the room, her
unencumbered breasts gaily dancing on her chest as she
moved.
As Carolyn left the reception area, Mrs. Johnson's
fingers began to dance on her inter-office communications
console. The fact that something unusual was definitely
going on with Carolyn Lord today spread through the
office like wildfire. Soon every paralegal and secretary
in to work that day was aware of Carolyn's appearance and
its implications.
Everyone at the firm had always been at least
reasonably sure of the Friday night activities of Maria
and her friends. When word got out that the untouchable
Carolyn Lord was actually going to escort the new trainee
Tiffany Goodbody to one, the office betting began as to
weither or not Carolyn would participate or not, and if
so, how far could they get her to go.
And now, here she was, wearing the same suit as the
day before (which meant she hadn't been back to her
apartment since leaving work yesterday), and otherwise
looking positively used. Even her usual light coating of
make-up was missing.
Even better, the usually modestly-dressed Miss Lord
was positively flaunting her body today by not wearing
blouse or bra. Probably not wearing any panties either,
according to Mrs. Johnson. It was shocking. This kind
of behavior coming from someone who wouldn't hesitate to
run complaining to the associates and even the partners
whenever a skirt was too high or a neckline too low, not
too mention whenever she saw some innocent (and some not-
so-innocent) flirting with the higher-ups going on. And
sexual harassment complaints, oh brother! She
established the office procedures, and used them, too.
Well! If the high and mighty Carolyn Lord decided she
could now act the slut, just because it suited her to do
so, and get away with it, she had another think coming.
Carolyn's erstwhile co-workers knew that she must have
had a very interesting night and couldn't wait to get all
the dirt from Maria. But, even without knowing the
details, it was obvious to their experienced eyes that
the virginal Carolyn had finally gotten herself laid (but
good!), and was in fact still reeling from the effects.
The other paralegals of the firm had always been quite
jealous of Carolyn's competence and obvious high standing
with the firm's partners and associates. Her natural
coolness toward their gestures of friendship only
aggravated their dislike if not hatred of her.
Over freely flowing daiquiris late one Friday
afternoon, a group of the more senior paralegals and
secretaries decided that what that "stuck-up bitch"
actually needed was for someone to show her just what her
place really was at the firm. All agreed that, with the
right opportunity, they would be more than willing to
expose her to the higher-ups for what she really was.
Just what terrible thing it was that Carolyn Lord was
suppose to be (other then that she was young, good-
looking and effective at her job) was never really made
clear, as their table was quite littered with empty
daiquiris glasses by then.
But the need for collective action on their part, to
be taken against her at some future time, that was
clearly understood by all.
And now, it looked like their golden opportunity had
come at last.
Even without knowing the details, the office
collectively realized the normally impeccable, highly
capable, and very reserved Miss Carolyn Lord was highly
vulnerable today. Perhaps now was the perfect time for
the stuck-up bitch to get a little of the comeuppance she
had coming to her!
The Daiquiri Group, picking up allies along the way,
decided that, since she seemed to be offering her body,
it was up to them to figure a way of taking it. Lesbian
or not, everyone wanted in on it. They had all been
fooled by her inflexible act of high morality long
enough.
As she walked to her corner (no mere cubical for her),
Carolyn could sense the intense activity going on all
around her. Even on normal Saturdays it could become
very busy here, but today everyone seemed absolutely
frenzied. Phones were ringing and conversations
positively buzzed all over the cubicles that divided the
large administration office. Must be that today's big
conference has gotten everyone excited, she thought.
She knew that it was a very important initial meeting
with the representatives of a potential client, Littov
Industries. If it proved successful, within six months
the firm could have its biggest client ever.
It was Carolyn's function to ensure that all was
prepared for the conference.
When she reached her normally spotless desk, she found
it covered with action memoranda and phone message slips.
Her voice mail indicator was blinking furiously. She
decided she had better start dealing with that before the
machine had a nervous breakdown.
But, first things first. She sat at her desk and
opened the draw which contained her office make-up kit.
As she put on her face for the day, the troubling events
of this morning faded into insignificance. Carolyn was
back in her element, and she knew there was far too much
for her to be responsible about to have time to worry
about anything else.
She clicked on her voice mail, listening carefully as
she applied her make-up, stopping to make an occasional
note as required.
She wasn't sure what all the fuss was about. She had
organized things so that 90% of the work required for the
conference was completed as of Friday afternoon. This
morning, barring any new significant developments or
taskings, would be strictly devoted to easy follow-up
work. Even the conference room was already prepared,
with handouts, pads, and a catering service scheduled to
arrive 60 minutes prior to the guests with drinks and a
buffet. Only the presentation system still needed to be
prepared, and a last minute check for dust and such.
Her face finished, she allowed herself only one brief
disapproving glance at the ridiculous cleavage being
displayed in her vanity mirror before closing it and
putting her make-up kit back in the drawer.
She sighed. Of all the days for this to happen, she
thought. Of all the days...
"I must put a spare blouse in my make-up drawer," she
said. "A spare set of underwear probably wouldn't be a
bad idea, either."
She diligently through all of her phone messages,
being sure to log any taskers that came from the partners
and associates. She then started in on her memos and
phone call slips. 30 minutes later she looked at the
results. There were exactly three new action items to be
taken care of prior to the conference. The remainder of
all that mess concerned items which she had already
completed, and of which she had already informed the
parties concerned.
While she was looking for her office bottle of
aspirin, Carolyn suddenly found herself surrounded by
people. Great, she thought. On the one day I wanted to
be left alone, here everyone comes. It seemed that
everyone in the office wanted to see her about something
or other.
Carolyn was so intent on handling this crowd that she
didn't notice the arrival behind her of the firm's senior
paralegal and Carolyn's immediate supervisor, Ms. Susan
George.
Ms. George had secretly lusted after Carolyn ever
since the first day she was hired by the firm five years
ago. Trouble was, Carolyn had proved so standoffish that
she never really had a chance at her. Until now.
When she learned that Carolyn had finally been talked
into going to one of those Friday night orgies attended
by some of the younger members, Susan had bet a
considerable sum of money that Carolyn would remain aloft
and not be a participant. Susan wanted her all for
herself, after all.
Now, Susan was furious. Her gaze down the front of
Carolyn's jacket told her all she needed to know. The
bitch! She felt betrayed and was burning with thoughts
of revenge. After giving Carolyn's exposed breasts one
last heatfilled glance, she turned and left without a
sound. Susan needed to talk with her friends about this.
She even knew an associate and partner or two who had
been keeping a not-so-motherly eye on the delectable Miss
Lord.
Thus it was that, on this most important of days, two
independent groups within the firm were implementing
plans to "get" the unsuspecting Carolyn Lord.
Into the Maelstrom: Part VII
As the hours passed, Carolyn began to notice that a
weird, growing nervousness was overtaking her. The
events of the past 12 hours had drained her both
physically and emotionally. Her overwrought mind was in
no condition to understand what was happening to her.
All she knew for certain was that it felt as if her whole
body was conspiring against her. It was as if a growing
fire was burning inside her, and she couldn't put it
out.
Her unencumbered breasts moved with abandon underneath
her jacket, as her constantly and painfully erect nipples
gleefully rubbed the silk lining, sending electric shocks
throughout her body.
It was that damned seam in the crotch of her slacks
which was really causing her problems, though. Wearing
her slacks low on her hips helped somewhat, but the
touching down there was still happening. Her already
sensitive pussy, obviously not used to so much attention,
was heavy with her internal secretions. She knew it was
only a question of time before they soaked through her
slacks.
Eventually, she couldn't walk for five minutes without
having to stop and collect herself before she could
proceed further. Thankfully, the work she had to
complete wasn't difficult, just time-consuming.
She found herself dashing into the ladies room for a
quick drying of her sopping crotch every now and again,
to protect her clothes and her modesty. Perhaps it was
just as well she wasn't wearing panties today, she
thought. In a short time they would have been soaked
through and through anyway.
Even in the relative sanctuary of the ladies room,
though, Carolyn had to be careful. Her traitorous body
was becoming increasingly resistant to her mental
discipline. Even the slight pressure from the dry toilet
paper being applied to her sopping vulva felt good. Too
good!
Every time she had to touch herself, down there, it
only served to increase the sensations that had been
building all day. What was wrong with her? she wondered.
What the hell was going on here?
It was not just her appearance which was causing her
problems. Just about everyone at the firm today seemed
to her to be acting very strangely towards her indeed.
Carolyn had hoped to pass unnoticed through a deserted
office this Saturday morning. Unfortunately, it turned
out that just about everyone was there. Also, most of
them, especially her fellow paralegals and some of the
other working staff, were not too busy to notice her
astonishing appearance, and even proved catty enough to
make some comment to her about it. As if she didn't know
how she looked! She had to constantly repeat her
ridiculous iced-tea story, which seemed to be less and
less accepted by her more cynical co-workers as the day
progressed.
Not used to having so much of her body showing,
Carolyn was constantly forgetting about it as she went
about her work. She would regularly find herself leaning
over someone's desk, as she normally did in the course of
a working day, discussing a document or the upcoming
conference. It was only when that person's eyes would
lift up from the top of the desk and light up in a
strange fashion that she would remember and quickly
straighten up, blushing to the roots of her hair in
embarrassment at showing so much cleavage.
Other unusual things kept happening this morning as
well. Normally her cool manner had always kept everyone
at a distance, both physically and emotionally, but not
today. For some reason she couldn't explain, something
about her was actually drawing people towards her instead
of forcing them away. No matter how hard she tried, it
seemed to her that all of the firm's members wanted to
get as close to her as they could, especially her fellow
paralegals. They were even touching her, something
unheard of before today, with a hand on her shoulder or
an arm around her waist. And sometimes worse than that.
She was almost sure that, while in crowds or walking
down a passageway, she could feel a stray hand moving
over her buttocks. Yet, no matter how fast her tired
mind reacted to this outrage, by the time she turned
around there was invariably only an anonymous crowd going
past. She was so tired, and it always happened so
quickly that she didn't even worry about it after a
while.
And her poor breasts! It seemed they were constantly
in the way of just about everyone who walked by her.
Regardless of how close she squeezed herself against the
cubical walls which made up the corridors of the
administration section, her proud breasts were being
buffeted so much by hands, arms and shoulders that they
had become quite swollen and were very sore indeed.
Finally, the required detail work for the conference
was done, and all taskers had been successfully
completed. Carolyn, feeling incredibly tingly by this
time, returned to her desk and carefully sat in grateful
isolation. She shouldn't have anything more to do today,
until just before the arrival of the prospective clients.
Which was just as well, she thought, because the only
thing that would stay in her head at the moment were
unnatural flashbacks of her and Tamiko, especially when
they were both naked on the couch in Tamiko's apartment
early this morning.
"Woof!" Carolyn said softly.
How could something like that have had such a
devastating impact on her, she wondered. It was a simple
thing, after all, just two naked women on a couch. Yet
it was all she could think about! She, who was so
normally very much in control of herself and those around
her.
But, now! My God! Now, she was just a leaf in some
sexual windstorm that was blowing her in any direction it
choose.
The way she was dressed today, or rather not dressed,
wasn't helping her distressed emotional state at all.
Now that she had some time to think about it, she
realized that her reaction to it was not what she
expected at all. After her initial embarrassment had
finally passed, it became more and more distracting, then
exciting in a way. She began to feel deliciously naughty
about it, being so semi-dressed in such a formal
environment.
The needs of work finally caused her to
thankfully focus elsewhere, yet she could never fully
blot it out. It was always there, hovering on the very
edge of her consciousness, this constant if accidental
stimulation of her body. To her deep consternation, she
found herself actually liking it a little. For someone
who had always been so proper in her appearance and
behavior, it was quite a revelation, and it bothered her
a great deal.
She had never realized she was capable of experiencing
such intense sensations and emotions. It was a discovery
of staggering proportions, because it pointed to the
possibility of something which she never knew had existed
within her. She had the soul of a, what? A slut? A
sensualist? A sensualist slut??
"Carolyn!"
Carolyn, startled, quickly recovered from her
disturbing thoughts. She looked up and saw that her
immediate supervisor, Susan George, was standing
impatiently at the front of her desk.
"Yes, Sue?" she replied, wondering what this
bothersome woman wanted from her now. "Can I help you?"
"Please come with me. Ms. Pendergast would like to
speak to us about the conference."
"That's just great," Carolyn said with a forced smile
as she slowly stood to walk with Susan back toward the
executive offices. It figured, she thought. The one
person she was able to avoid all morning now wanted to
see her.
It was Ms. Joanna Stewart Pendergast, one of the more
junior associates and certainly the most ambitious as
well as unscrupulous. It was she some three months ago
who had first solicited the prospective clients coming
today, and had been carefully courting them ever since.
She, of anyone at the firm, had the most to gain or lose
by today's outcome. In reality it was her conference
today, but Carolyn had been doing all of the work for her
on it.
Ms. Pendergast's small office was located in the less
fashionable part of executive country, right next to the
rest rooms, so thankfully for Carolyn it was not a long
walk. As they neared the door to the office, she
realized she had to be careful not to show Susan or Ms.
Pendergast how even this brief walk over here had
affected her. They would certainly think her some kind
of crazed slut. She might even loose her position at the
firm as a result! She though briefly of faking menstrual
cramps but decided against it. Nothing else to do but
find out what she wants and get it done as soon as
possible, while she was still able to function at all.
Even so, she knew she must soon have relief from this
constant stimulation her body was getting or she would
surely go absolutely mad!
She saw that Ms. Pendergast's office had a new
addition since Carolyn's last visit a week ago. Taking
up the entire center of the small office was a large,
leather-covered easy chair. A bit much for just a junior
associate, Carolyn thought as the two women squeezed into
the cramped office, but typical of her.
Ms. Pendergast, with a surprisingly sinister grin, was
seated behind her small desk, a thick opened set of
instructions in a three-ring binder and a complicated-
looking remote control device the only things on the
clean desk in front of her.
"Good morning, Ms. George, Miss Lord. Close the door,
Carolyn, please. We don't want any interruptions," said
the young associate.
Trying unsuccessfully to drive the now ever-present
thoughts of sex from her head, Carolyn tried to focus on
just what Ms. Pendergast was saying to her.
"What?"
"Lock the door, will you? I don't want us to be
disturbed."
"Yes, ma'am." Now what? Carolyn wondered as she
closed
and locked the door.
"This chair is one of the products that our
prospective client manufactures. It's brand new.
Actually, it is still in the evaluation stage, and the
fact of its existence is not to leave this room.
Understand?"
"Yes, Ms. Pendergast," answered Carolyn primly.
"Sure, Joanna," replied Susan.
"Joanna?" wondered Carolyn, rolling her eyes. "Oh,
please!"
"Good. Enough said about that," said Ms. Pendergast,
as she continued her briefing. "It is to be the first
user-interactive easy chair. One in fact that has been
specifically designed for women. For some reason, it's
called "Mother's Helper."
Carolyn sighed. She really didn't need this,
especially on a bizarre day like this one!
"That's nice, and it looks like a wonderful chair,"
Carolyn gushed hopefully, "but wouldn't Monday be better
for you to show off your new furniture? I do have things
to finish yet."
Normally, she would never have addressed a superior of
the firm in this fashion, but Carolyn at this point would
have been perfectly willing to volunteer for a root canal
in order to escape the presence of these two blindly
ambitious women and their endless scheming. She just
couldn't handle it. Not today.
"Carolyn, that's not why you are here," Ms. Pendergast
snapped. "I want you to try it out, and tell us what you
think of it."
"Try what out, Ms. Pendergast?" Carolyn warily asked.
"The chair! Just sit in the God-damned chair, will
you, and tell me what you think. Okay?"
"Oh, great. Now I'm supposed to be a products tester
for this egomaniac," she thought, as she moved to the
front of the chair. "I'm doing her job for her again,
the lazy bitch!"
"Yes, ma'am!" Carolyn said firmly, and she gingerly
placed her sensitive bottom on the polished leather of
the chair's seat. She wiggled her hips slightly to
settle in, and found herself sinking into the most
luxurious chair she had ever sat in, the leather clinging
to her form like a second skin.
"Oh, my! This is very comfortable," she gasped in
surprise.
Carolyn suddenly felt a hard presence within the seat,
directly in contact with her hyper-sensitive sex.
"Ohh!"
"What's the matter?"
"There's a bump or something, right in the center of
the seat," she said uneasily, shifting her hips further
into the chair and away from the slight but disturbing
intrusion beneath her.
"Hold on, I haven't finished reading the instructions
yet. According to this, the chair is a combination
electric recliner-relaxer, with a remote control. Ah,
here we go! They say that that bump you feel works just
like a saddle's pommel, except its height is adjustable
by the user. It performs the same function as it would
on a saddle, you know. It keeps you from falling forward
out of your seat, especially when you use the incline
function. It's needed because of the highly polished
leather."
"Incline function?" At the sound of a click, Carolyn
suddenly found herself laying on her back, her feet
resting on a strangely divided footrest.
"Let's see. Here's a button marked 'Foot rest.'"
Each side of the foot rest formed a 'V', trapping
Carolyn's feet. The sides then slid apart, spreading her
legs in the process.
"Yes, of course. The foot rest does the same thing as
the seat's pommel. It's meant to keep you in place. How
clever. Do you feel like you're going to fall out?"
"No, I'm fine, although there really is no angle to
speak of."
"Not yet? Oh, that's right. Forgot to set the degree
of incline. How silly of me."
Carolyn slowly tilted upwards until her head was
raised to a 45-degree angle from the floor.
"It's for watching television."
"Yes, very handy," Carolyn impatiently replied. I
hope this ends soon, she thought desperately. She kept
discretely shifting her hips, trying to lessen the slight
contact which the pommel now had directly upon her sex.
Even with that to concern her though, she was so tired
and the chair so comfortable she was afraid she would
fall asleep right then and there.
"Susan, would you make sure she is using that pommel
correctly?"
"Yes, of course."
Carolyn worried briefly that her supervisor would have
to reach between her thighs to do this, but sighed with
relief when Susan positioned herself behind Carolyn's
head. Her relief quickly turned to dismay when Susan, by
pressing her hands firmly on Carolyn's shoulders, forced
Carolyn's vulva directly onto the pommel, pushing the
electrifying material of her crotch seam directly into
her pussy lips.
"OH!" Carolyn gasped, momentarily stunned by the
sudden, intense contact.
"Next, we shall test the vibration modes."
"What? What vibration... MY GOD!" All previous
sensations paled to insignificance beside the intense
throbbing which now commenced between her thighs
"Why, Carolyn, what's wrong?" Ms. Pendergast inquired
politely.
"I don't... I don't know." She couldn't say it, she
thought desperately. She just couldn't admit to her boss
that she thought she was being molested by a chair! The
pommel, which had mysteriously increased in size, had
raised itself right between her thighs, and had then
begun to vibrate. While the remainder of the chair's
vibration-level remained low and surprisingly relaxing,
the pommel's actions were most insistent. Carolyn's
body, stimulated throughout the day to the very limits of
human endurance, reacted violently to this latest
violation of her person. Her hips bucked while her body
writhed, yet Carolyn was unable to escape the intense
effects because the crafty Susan kept Carolyn's vulva
firmly planted on the insidious device.
Carolyn knew she had only a few moments before she
would lose total control of herself. All she could think
of was how she could relieve this fantastic pressure
which was building within her. Her hands gripped the arm
rests, her knuckles white with the effort needed to keep
her from grabbing her agitated privates in front of
everyone.
Suddenly, she knew the end had come.
"I have to get up. I think I'm going to...," the
frantic woman tried to say.
"Going to what, dear?"
The climax struck!
"AAAaahhhh!" the tormented Carolyn screamed as she
uncontrollably doubled up in the chair, trying to relieve
the incredible sensations her empty yet madly pulsating
vagina was radiating throughout her body.
"Quick, check her," snapped Ms. Pendergast in a very
professional manner. "It looks like the poor thing is
having some sort of seizure."
The chair was quickly returned to its normal
configuration. Carolyn, still helpless in the throes of
her monstrous orgasm, was bundled out of the chair by the
two women and placed unceremoniously on her back on the
cleared desktop.
With Susan working on her slacks and Ms. Pendergast on
her jacket, the gasping Carolyn soon found herself quite
naked on her supervisor's desk with her bare feet placed
flat upon the top.
"Whoa!" said Susan softly, as the two women admired
the panting, nude Carolyn in absolute awe. "I was wrong.
It was worth the wait. I like her style in underwear,
too. Don't you?"
"Enough of that," Ms. Pendergast whispered. "This
could be serious," she loudly declared. This could also
be a great deal of fun, she thought as she licked her
lips in anticipation. "I had better use the special
probe on her to make sure that damned chair didn't hurt
her!"
When Susan George had come to her this morning with
talk of finally being able to "get" the untouchable Miss
Lord, Joanna Pendergast knew exactly what to do about it.
The special chair in her office was something from the
perspective clients true enough, but it was there for an
entirely different reason. They did not want it tested.
In fact, the chair had so many design flaws and
manufacturing defects that they didn't even want anyone
to sit in it, and were if fact preparing to file suit
against the contractors who produced this abomination in
the first place. But Joanna Pendergast was well aware
that, if properly used, the chair did have a certain if
highly specialized potential, and was very anxious to
give it a trial run.
And what do you know, she thought. The damned thing
worked like a charm, and here was the delectable Miss
Lord to prove it!
Joanna Pendergast unlocked a desk drawer and removed
her favorite office dildo, already carefully greased
earlier this morning in loving anticipation of just this
eventuality. It wasn't a strap-on version (unfortunately
there just wasn't time for that), but it would do nicely
all the same.
Carolyn slowly began to recover from her body's
spasms. She looked about her in confusion. Her skin
developed goose pimples everywhere as she, without
warning, felt very cold. She suddenly realized that she
was no longer in the chair, but was now laying naked on
the desk in Ms. Pendergast's office. She was naked!
"Jesus Christ!" Carolyn cried as she covered herself
with her hands and tried to get herself off of the desk.
"Stay there," commanded Joanna Pendergast. "You've
just had an attack of some kind and we need to know:
first, if you're all right; and, second if it was just
you or was the chair somehow involved."
"Oh, please! Can't I get dressed first? I feel so...
so exposed!"
"Certainly not! Don't be stupid. How can we check
you that way? Now, lie back down on the desk, there's a
good girl."
Mortified, the bewildered Carolyn laid back down,
careful to keep her pubes and breasts covered. "Good God
in heaven," she wondered. "What have I done this time?"
"Place your hands and feet flat on the table, please,"
Ms. Pendergast ordered.
Carolyn reluctantly removed her only protection, and
placed her hands as she was told. When she hesitated
about moving her feet, Joanna gave a sign to Susan and
Carolyn's supervisor gleefully placed the reluctant
woman's feet on the desk, widely separating them in the
process.
Although she strongly wanted to, Carolyn did not
protest this deliberate and humiliating exposure of her
person. Ms. Pendergast was her department head after
all, and Carolyn had been her obedient assistant for as
long as she had been with the firm, so whatever she
wanted her to do could only be for the good of the firm,
didn't it? Yet, she was now completely defenseless to
whatever they wanted to do to her, and it worried her a
great deal. She did not enjoy being defenseless at all!
Especially with these two!
Joanna moved deliberately and positioned herself
neatly between Carolyn's wide-spread legs. Carolyn
nearly died with shame as she realized that her employer
could now see everything she had, her most private parts.
Just everything!
Joanna reached out deliberately with her right hand
and gently caressed the still seeping pussy. She
inserted three fingers between the swollen lips and
slowly slid them deep into the tight vaginal passage.
She was rewarded with an involuntary groan from Carolyn.
"Oh, baby!" she thought. "I'm in love!"
"Is that... Is what you're doing the check?" Carolyn
wheezed.
"Just a part, honey. Just a part. I have to make
sure you can handle the probe."
"Probe? You mean like a thermometer?"
"Yes, only a little bigger. But, you are absolutely
correct. Basically, it's just a special kind of
thermometer. Now, let mother take your temperature!"
Joanna rubbed the spongy head of the artificial penis
around and around Carolyn's hyper-sensitive labia.
Carolyn was beside herself with sensations. It was all
she could do to keep from jumping off of the desk and run
screaming from the room.
In her highly agitated state, Carolyn was quite
disgusted with herself. Here someone was trying to help
her and all she could think of was what was happening
below her waist. What a slut she must be to keep on
reacting like this to a simple exam. Had she no shame?
Worse, had she no control? Could she ever go into a
doctor's office again without fear of embarrassing
herself?
Joanna lovingly inserted the dildo's head into
Carolyn's steaming vagina.
"Aaahh," moaned Carolyn as all rational thought left
the vulnerable paralegal. She was penetrated deeper and
deeper as Joanna worked the dildo into her tight victim
by using a slow and easy in-and-out motion, going further
and further in at each thrust. Carolyn's hips quickly
began responding to Joanna's thrustings with motions of
their own, adding an occasional circular motion to
enhance the sensations being generated by the dildo's
presence.
Overcome by the scene, Susan George quickly fastened
her lips on Carolyn's bobbing right breast. Her left
hand clutched Carolyn's left breast, the fingers tweaking
the astonishing erect nipple. Susan's right hand flew
up underneath her skirt and into her panties. She
rapidly masturbated while contentedly suckling on
Carolyn's breast. "I want this woman," she thought. "I
want this woman for my very own. Oh, Yes!"
Joanna had worked the dildo all the way in by now, and
had increased the pace of her thrusts. Faster and faster
she became, with Carolyn matching her thrust for thrust,
her naked buttocks noisily slapping the polished wooden
desk top. Beautiful, thought Joanna as she watched her
sweating prey, Carolyn's face glowing with effort, her
unseeing eyes glazed over with lust. She thought
feverishly of the devices in her desk, the nipple clamps,
butt plugs and the like. Her mind positively boggled at
the thought of using them on the delectable Miss Lord.
She glanced at the clock. Shit! No time, she wailed to
herself. No fucking time at all! It just wasn't fair!
Of all the days for this to finally happen! Shit!
From Carolyn's frenzied breathing Joanna knew that the
woman's time was near, very near indeed. All right,
then. She would enjoy the moment (man, would she enjoy
it!), but next time, next time she would do it right!
She removed the dildo and threw it underneath the
desk. Carolyn arched her hips, searching for her missing
lover. Joanna quickly placed her lips on Carolyn's
vulva, thrusting her tongue now deep into the clenching
vagina. Carolyn reached her hands up from the desk up
and held the back of Joanna's head, trying to thrust it
within her out-of-control body.
Susan George had brought herself quickly to orgasm (no
patience, that woman!), and had collapsed in the easy
chair, her small mind teaming with grandiose plots on how
to possess Carolyn totally, and soon, too!
Joanna used her educated tongue well. She was cunning
in her cunnilingus, and the defenseless Carolyn was
brought to the brink several times, only to be
deliberately brought back again. Finally, even Joanna
knew that Carolyn could be denied no longer. Her tongue
worked the tight clenching walls of Carolyn's vagina as
the fingers of her right hand flicked Carolyn's clitoris
just once.
"YES!" Carolyn cried out in ecstasy as her vagina
pulsed again and again. Joanna's tongue lapped up the
precious juices being spewed forth by the convulsing
young woman who was caught up in the throes of her long
denied orgasm.
When Carolyn became aware of her surroundings once
again, she saw that Ms Pendergast was seated behind her
desk, with Susan George standing on her left.
"Am I... Am I done?" she timidly asked the forbidding
figure seated before her.
"Finally awake, are we?" Joanna Pendergast asked.
"It's about time, too. Just where do you think you are,
anyway?"
"Sorry, ma'am. I don't really know what happened.
Must
have been tired," the embarrassed Carolyn answered. She
wasn't sure if she could cover herself up yet or not, so
she remained as she was, laying naked on the desk, her
hands and arms at her sides. She was conscious of a
wetness coming from her throbbing vagina. My God! she
thought. What's that all about?
"Is the check-up finished? Am I all right?"
"It's okay, Miss Lord. And, yes, you seem to be quite
all right."
"Thank you," she murmured, as she tried to discreetly
cover herself with her hands. Being naked like this was
impossible to endure, just impossible!
"Ah. By the way, what did cause... I mean, why did I..."
"Oh, that. It wasn't the chair after all, it was just
you. I guess it must have been your time. Now, please
get dressed. I have much to do before the conference and
don't really have time for this sort of nonsense."
"Yes, Ms. Pendergast," the confused Carolyn meekly
said as she wearily pulled herself off of the wide desk.
Under the glittering eyes of her two superiors, the
terribly embarrassed Carolyn Lord got dressed, forsaking
modesty for haste in her desire to quickly leave the
scene of her latest disaster.
Carolyn left her supervisor's office stunned. She
couldn't believe it. It wasn't possible.
My God, she thought. I've just climaxed in my
clothes! I've just climaxed in my clothes and for no
reason! Then, she did it again, right in the middle of a
check-up with a medical probe for God's sake. She had
never felt so ashamed, not so much for the loss of
control over her body, especially in front of Ms.
Pendergast and Susan George, which was bad enough. But,
what really bothered her, what really shook her so badly
she just wanted to lay down and die, was that deep down
within her very soul she knew that she had enjoyed it.
What was wrong with me today? she wondered. What was
wrong?
Dead tired, she staggered into the deserted ladies
room. The crotch of her slacks was thoroughly soaked
with her own secretions. Fortunately, after applying
several hand towels, the dark material served to almost
totally mask its damp condition, while the front of her
jacket kept it all covered anyway. Of course, to really
hide the damp spot she had to wear her slacks high on her
hips again, instead of low. Strangely, the idea didn't
bother her as much as it once did. She understood that
things were somehow different for her, and did not mind
the discomfort. In fact, although she did not recognize
it in her emotionally spent condition, she did not mind
the contact of stimulating material on her vulva at all,
now.
Her actions with Ms. Pendergast and Susan George kept
worrying her. "How could this have happened?" her dazed
and tired mind kept asking, as she was drying herself
off.
When she felt she was finally presentable, she
dressed, left her stall, and went to one of the sinks.
As she carefully washed her hands, she looked longingly
at the empty couch located against the far wall. Such a
lovely couch, she thought.
In the mirror above the sink, she could see that her
eyes were barely open. The clock on the wall had three
hours until the conference. Just enough time for a
decent nap, she thought. I must do this, otherwise I'll
never make it.
She wanted to lock the door to the rest room, but what
was everyone else supposed to do in the meantime? "Never
mind," she thought. "What could happen in here?" she
reasoned as she gratefully laid down. "It's the safest
place in the building."
She wondered briefly if it might be better if she
undressed first, but decided against it. "Better not
press my luck," she thought.
In a moment, Carolyn was fast asleep.
Into the Maelstrom: Part VIII
Carolyn awoke feeling breathless, yet somehow
satisfied and very refreshed.
"My God! What a dream," she said. It was so vivid!
She stayed quiet for a moment, trying to remember the
dream's details before they were forgotten. She must
have been in the 'Wizard of Oz,' because she could
distinctly remember a woman's voice cackling and saying,
"I've got you now, my pretty!"
What an odd thing to dream, being molested by the
Wicked Witch of the West!
As she laid there, she sensed a slight breeze blowing
across her body and felt surprisingly cool. With a
sinking feeling, she looked down at herself and groaned.
There she was again, in a condition which was becoming
disturbingly familiar for her: naked, covered in sweat,
her vagina quietly pulsating, and her pubic hairs and
inner thighs positively soaked with fluids. Her
suit at least was folded over the couch back, thank God.
At least that was still here.
"I wonder if other girls ever have this problem?" she
asked the room. Lately she repeatedly was waking up
naked in strange places!
"Maybe I should bow to the inevitable and just sleep
in the nude from now on," she thought. "I keep ending up
that way."
She disgustedly got up off the couch and went naked
over to the sinks. She took a hand towel from the rack
(no paper towels in this firm's rest rooms!) and, after
dampening it thoroughly, began a quick wash. She looked
in the mirror and suddenly froze.
"Oh, hell. Not again!" she moaned as she realized
what she was doing. For the second time in 24 hours,
here she was, completely naked in a rest room! Grabbing
her clothes and a few towels, Carolyn dashed into a
stall, locking the door behind her.
"Just what is going on, anyway?" she wondered as she
hung up her clothes on the stall's clothes hook. For
thirty years she had held her body under a tight,
absolute control. Suddenly, everything had changed. Her
body was rapidly becoming something beyond her
understanding, something even beyond her control.
What was causing this? Sun spots? A beginning form of
sex madness? Not enough chocolate in her diet?
Oh, my! Since it just started happening to her,
perhaps it had something to do with an early form of
menopause? Ugh! What a thought!
"Let's not get carried away here," she said firmly.
Of course she knew what had happened to her. It was
quite simple, really. She just didn't want to face it,
that's all. She had done the same thing last night at
Tamiko's apartment, dreaming of glowing sex and thinking
it was so very real, because it was what she supposedly
really wanted.
It was an idea that Carolyn was not totally sold on,
but the alternative was so unthinkable she just had to
believe it! If it wasn't a dream, then the only other
answer was that she had been actually... actually used by
people! Sexually used!
"My, God!" she thought. It scared her just thinking
about it. It had to be a dream, she knew, it just had
to! Didn't it?
All the same, she knew she was becoming greatly
affected by people's behavior, always seeing sex where it
wasn't. Any kind of innocent act by someone toward her
was now construed by her as some direct assault on her
person. Even people passing her in the narrow corridors
between the cubicles was causing a reaction within her!
Regardless of what or where the handling of her person
occurred, her body would responded almost eagerly to each
presumed touch and caress.
It seemed she couldn't even sit in chairs any more
without risking an uncontrolled climax. And as for any
type of medical examination-- forget it! She shuddered
as she remembered what happened so recently in Ms.
Pendergast's office. My, God! The woman was only trying
to help her and she responded sexually to a simple check-
up. No more, she thought, no more check-ups!
The secret knowledge that she enjoyed it was only
dimly recognized by her conscious, the idea was so
totally beyond all her comprehension and upbringing.
The fact that these dreams kept happening disturbed
her greatly. Did this mean that she actually wanted such
things to happen to her, she asked herself as she got
dressed again.
"I don't believe it," Carolyn said loudly, to scare
away any chance that it could possibly even partly be
true.
Either way, at least this time she had the good sense
to remove her clothes first, although she didn't really
remember doing so.
It was a good thing Tamiko had been able to explain it
all to her, about her strange sex dreams and what they
implied. Otherwise she wouldn't have known what to do!
She would certainly have felt the need to loge a
complaint with the firm about this latest presumed
violation of her person. "But against who, though?" she
thought, chuckling. "The Invisible Man?"
Speaking of missing persons, just where were Tamiko
and her clothes, anyway?
After leaving the rest room, Carolyn returned directly
to the sanctuary of her desk. No one can bother me
there, she thought smugly. Should have thought of this
before.
When she returned to her corner, Carolyn found a
familiar blond figure seated behind her desk and going
through her drawers. A neat package was laying on the
center of her desk.
"Tiffany! What are you doing here?" Carolyn said, a
little breathlessly. The unexpected sight of Tiffany
Goodbody had returned Carolyn to last night and Tiffany's
initiation ceremony. Her knees weak, she had to shake
her head to clear her mind of the torrent of sensual
images and sensations which suddenly flooded her being.
Carolyn was shocked to realize that foremost in her mind
was the burning image of a nude Tiffany, draped on a
couch, her firm tanned flesh glowing in the candle light.
"How can the mere sight of this beautiful, empty
headed all-American teenage girl have such an effect on
me?" she asked herself as she went behind her desk to
greet her trainee. And to get her chair back!
"Hi!" said the golden 18-year old girl, as she calmly
continued her inspection of Carolyn's desk. "Tamiko
asked me to give you this package. She said you'd know
what it was."
"Thank you," Carolyn said primly, as she eagerly
picked up the package.
Carolyn wasn't very happy about the way Tiffany was
going through her things. That girl had a bad habit of
forgetting her place; but, in her joy at finally being
able to be fully dressed again, Carolyn was willing to
overlook it this time.
She opened the bundle and found just her blouse and
scarf, both neatly folded after being cleaned and
pressed.
"Where is the rest?" Carolyn asked, careful not to
reveal her extreme disappointment.
"That's all she gave me. Something's missing?"
"Well, yes, as a matter of fact. My... my pa... Well,
some of my clothes aren't here," Carolyn said, blushing
at the thought of her current state of undress. "You
know, like my belt and things. I really need them." She
couldn't tell this child that she didn't have on any
underwear at all, and how it felt so funny, so
deliciously naughty going around the office all day
without them.
"Oh. You don't say? Well, I helped Tamiko look for
your stuff this morning and these were all we could find.
You had clothes scattered everywhere, by the way. What
were you thinking of last night, anyway?"
"Uh, last night?" Carolyn hadn't the faintest idea
what she was thinking last night, even the parts she
could remember.
"Look, Tiffany," Carolyn said, trying to change the
subject, "you need to get back to Tamiko for me and find
out what happened to my things. I could really use them.
A blouse and scarf just
isn't going to be enough!"
"Enough for what?" Tiffany asked mischievously,
knowing full well exactly how Carolyn was dressed today.
Everyone else seemed to be having some fun with this
stuck-up Greek bitch today, she thought. Why couldn't
she?
"It's really none of your business," Carolyn replied
nervously. She couldn't know the truth about her
clothes, could she?
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go to the ladies
room and change," Carolyn said as she unfolded her blouse
on the desk.
"Oh, you can do that right here," Tiffany said as she
stood up and moved directly in front of the perplexed
Carolyn.
Carolyn's jacket buttons seemed to spring open at the
touch of Tiffany's lightening hands. Carolyn and Tiffany
were both startled when they looked down and suddenly
discovered Carolyn's uncovered breasts, nipples hard as
bullets, framed by the open jacket and thrusting proudly
into the chilled air of the brightly lit office.
"Cool!" breathed Tiffany.
"Tiffany! What are you doing?" Carolyn gasped as she
spun around, holding the unbuttoned sides of her jacket
closed over her chest. "Not here! I must go to the
ladies room to do this!"
"That's what you think," said Tiffany softly, as
Carolyn felt her hands on her waist. Suddenly there was
a sound behind them and Carolyn felt Tiffany's hands
disappear.
She quickly rebuttoned her jacket, then turned around,
not knowing what to expect.
Tiffany had vanished! Instead of seeing the teenager,
standing in front of her desk was the head of the firm,
Mr. Samuel Winston Spencer III, and the firm's most
senior partner, old Mr. Brandon.
"Is this a bad time?" Mr. Spencer asked the flushed
Carolyn.
"No, sir. What can I do for you?"
"Please sit down, Miss Lord. There's something we'd
like to discuss in private with you."
"Of course, sir," Carolyn said as she reached for her
chair.
"It concerns your preparations for the conference.
This is strictly informal, so take it easy. We can do
this another time if you are busy."
"It's no bother, sir. Perhaps we could go to your
office, if that would be more comfortable for you."
"Nonsense. This is just fine. Now, sit down,
Carolyn," he said, pulling up a chair in front of her
desk.
Carolyn sat, but as she pulled her chair up to the
desk, she jumped slightly as the startled Carolyn felt
something brush against her left leg! The silly teenager
must have ducked under and was now located in the knee
pocket underneath her desk.
"What the hell could she be doing down there?" the
frazzled Carolyn wondered as she listened with less and
less concentration to Mr. Spencer talk about the
conference.
As Spencer continued to talk, Carolyn felt a sharp tug
on her jacket. Casting a quick look down, she saw with
horror that a small pair of hands was unbuttoning her
jacket from the bottom up. Quickly, she rolled her chair
closer to the desk, and pulled out the keyboard shelf,
pushing her stomach as far into the shelf as it would go.
"That should stop the stupid bitch!" she hoped.
What else could she do down there?
She tried to kick Tiffany under the desk, but only had
her pumps taken off her feet for her efforts.
Mr. Spencer droned on. Carolyn felt her knees being
separated, and something big moving between her
widespread thighs. She felt fingers move along her upper
thighs to her waist underneath her jacket. When Carolyn
felt the fingers start to work on the fastener of her
slacks, she began to become very worried. "She
wouldn't dare open them," thought the furious Carolyn.
"Not with Mr. Spencer right here."
When her waistband was loosened, her confused mind was
at a loss of what to do about it. The two most important
individuals in the firm were right in front of her, and
that damn Tiffany kept playing stupid games with her
clothes!
The shocked woman next heard the faint but quick sound
of a zipper being opened. "I don't think they noticed,
Thank God!" she thought. "Still, why are they looking at
me that way?"
All thought of her employers' strange behavior fled
when Carolyn felt her slacks slowly being tugged down on
both sides of her hips. "What is she up to this time?"
she wondered. "She can't get them off while I'm sitting
on them", she thought confidently. For insurance, she
eased her hands off of the desk and held onto her slacks.
In Tiffany's efforts to remove Carolyn's slacks, the
woman felt as if her whole body was being dragged under
the desk. Carolyn tried to press her hips as hard as
possible into the soft chair but it wasn't working. Her
slacks went up and down as she engaged in a terrible
battle with Tiffany for them. Even with all her efforts,
the despairing Carolyn still felt her slacks being pulled
very slowly but surely down her hips!
Meanwhile, both Mr. Spencer and Mr. Brandon were
wondering just what in hell had gotten into the normally
cool and collected Miss Lord today.
Samuel Spencer was worried about the performance of
one of his star employees on a very crucial day for the
firm. She was obviously nervous as hell about something.
Better cut this foolish talk short and let her relax a
bit before the conference. "Just so long as everyone is
ready for the conference, that is all that matters to me
today," he thought. "And to hell with anything else!"
John Brandon was also concerned, but for different
reasons. His semi-senile mind churned with thoughts of
wine, fireplaces, and bedrooms. Carolyn Lord had showed
up to work at the firm today with those fantastic tits of
hers, the ones he had been fantasizing about for years,
practically hanging out. In the five years that she had
been with the firm, never-- but never-- had she ever
dressed like that! Now, she was jerking and
squirming like a crazy woman in her seat, making her
delectable breasts do a veritable dance on her barely
covered chest.
"I've never seen her so jumpy or her face so flushed,"
Brandon thought. It was almost like something was
happening to her underneath the desk.
"Are you all right? You seem a little distracted just
now," inquired Mr. Spencer politely.
"Oh, yes. I feel quite fine," Carolyn lied as she
continued her secret and silent battle with Tiffany to
save her slacks.
"Just concerned about making it all go right for the
conference this afternoon."
"Good. Does your chair need replacing? You seem to
be squirming a lot."
"Sorry. The chair is fine. I am fine. I probably
just had a little too much coffee this morning. Was
there anything else?"
"I see. I understand you had an accident coming to
work this morning, which is why you were late. Nothing
serious, I trust?"
"Nothing serious at all. Just spilled some tea,
that's all. And here's my blouse, fresh from the
cleaners. It was just delivered not five minutes ago."
"Excellent. I was a little surprised at hearing how
you were dressed today," he said, trying not to stare too
obviously at Carolyn's cleavage. "Especially when you
consider how important this potential client is to us,
and how valuable your role will be in the process today."
"Thank you. I'll do my best."
"Good! I always knew you wouldn't let us down. Ms.
Pendergast was concerned about you for some reason and
insisted that we come back here and have this talk with
you," Mr. Spencer said as he stood up to leave.
"Strange. Must be the strain has gotten everyone a
little buggy today."
"That could very well be true, Mr. Spencer. I've been
a little nervous myself, lately."
"I can believe that. Perhaps some pay raises and
promotions spread around the firm will ease the pain a
bit, if this works of course. Especially for you, Miss
Lord."
"Oh, my! Thank you!" Carolyn gasped, bringing her
hands away from her hips and placing them on the desk as
she raised herself off of her seat. In her excitement to
properly thank Mr. Spencer, she utterly forgot about
Tiffany. Tiffany used the opportunity to quickly pull
the opened slacks further down Carolyn's hips.
"Oh!" Carolyn gasped, blushing, as she quickly sat
back down again.
"OH!" Carolyn cried again as her vulva came into
contact with Tiffany's right hand, which she had quickly
forced down the open front of Carolyn's slacks.
"No, no. Don't get up," said Spencer as he reached
across the desk to take her right hand in both of his.
"I can tell you're very excited about it, and that's
good. I'd like to see a lot more of that kind of
enthusiasm around here."
"Uh... Thank you, Mr. Spencer," Carolyn said a little
breathlessly, as Tiffany worked the middle finger of her
right hand in and out of Carolyn's defenseless pussy.
"Anyway, You're more than welcome. You will have
earned it. Believe me!" he said, releasing her hand.
"Coming, John?"
"No, Sam. I'd like to stay and talk with Miss Lord
for a while, yet."
"Oh, no!" groaned Carolyn to herself. "I can't do
anything with him hanging around!"
"Okay, but try not to be too long. We've got that
final talk with everyone during lunch at the restaurant
in 15 minutes."
"Right, Sam. I'll be there."
To Carolyn's considerable alarm, Mr. Brandon settled
more comfortably into his chair, the sure sign of a long
stay. As he started on another of his long but pointless
monologues of cases past, Carolyn was in a quandary.
This child under her desk was touching her, actually
touching her! Yet, what could she do to stop it?
In spite of her confusion, Carolyn noticed that Mr.
Brandon seemed very interested in her cleavage. "Oh my!"
she thought. "That proper old gentleman was trying to
look down the top of my jacket." She knew that by
pressing her middle tight against the desk, it looked
like she was offering her cleavage to the old man
like a native sacrifice. But, if she leaned back,
Tiffany would surely unbutton the rest of her jacket.
The more he looked at the increasing preoccupied Miss
Lord, the more John Brandon became fascinated by the
buttons of Carolyn's jacket, and what was behind them.
He realized that Carolyn was no longer responding
to his statements. She was instead developing an unusual
inward stare, as if her mind was elsewhere.
"Well," he thought, "it was now or never." While
still talking, he reached over with his right hand to the
preoccupied woman and casually opened her jacket buttons.
He then sat back in his chair and waited for the
reaction.
Carolyn was suddenly aware that Mr. Brandon had said
or done something that was important, but she hadn't the
faintest idea what it was. She must concentrate or he
will surely think that she was losing her mind! If only
she weren't feeling so melted inside! She needed
desperately to be left alone. All she could
think of was getting her slacks up, ditching Tiffany
someplace and going back to her apartment for a rest and
a chance to regain control of her life.
She still couldn't get away from the feeling that
something was wrong between her and Mr. Brandon. Carolyn
looked down and her mouth opened in shock. Her jacket
was open, and her firm proud breasts were fully exposed
to the delighted gaze of Mr. Brandon. She instinctively
rose to run away, but Tiffany quickly realized her
opportunity and pulled on Carolyn's slacks with all
of her might.
With horror, Carolyn knew she was trapped at her desk
as her slacks went down to her ankles. She quickly sat
again, the tops of her thighs resting on the edge of the
chair, carelessly splayed open. She looked on,
stupefied, as Mr. Brandon reached over and pushed her
jacket off of her shoulders. He then lovingly cupped one
full breast in each hand.
"Close your mouth, woman. You look silly," Mr.
Brandon quietly said as the old man coolly manipulated
both breasts. He wanted very badly to fuck this highly
desirable and previously untouchable young woman, but at
his age some things just weren't possible!
Carolyn obediently closed her mouth, but otherwise sat
frozen. Her perfect world had spun completely out of
control. Her mind was gone, and she could think of
nothing. She was the perfect subject. She was theirs
for the taking.
Tiffany removed Carolyn's slacks and shoes and
carelessly threw them behind her. She saw in the shadow
of the desk her target spread invitingly before her. She
moved forward and, resting on her knees, threw her arms
around Carolyn's hips, lightly digging her nails into the
bulging haunches. Her face was between Carolyn's open
thighs, only an inch or so from the woman's vulnerable
cunt. She looked up and saw that both of Carolyn's
breasts were completely exposed and were being held by
a very old pair of male hands. Oh, goody! she thought.
Let's see the snooty Greek bitch talk her way out of this
one on Monday!
Tiffany took a moment to enjoyed the surprisingly
intoxicating scent of Carolyn's womanhood, and then went
to work. She had Carolyn at her mercy and loved it.
Tiffany wanted Carolyn to scream for her forgiveness for
being so mean to her ever since she came to the firm,
before she would stop tormenting the proud bitch. It was
perfect. With that old goat getting her from
above and Tiffany getting her from below, Carolyn didn't
have a chance!
Tiffany leaned forward and worked on Carolyn's
vulnerable vulva and clitoris with her mouth.
Tom Phillips came to work late that Saturday, knowing
that he couldn't even start the weekly PC backups until
after today's guests were long gone. The office was very
quiet. Everyone was at a firm-sponsored lunch at the
restaurant located on the building's first floor. Quiet
except for a weird low moaning sound coming from the far
corner of the big administrative section. It was so low,
he probably wouldn't have heard it if there had been any
other people around.
Intrigued, he walked quietly along the partition
corridor. The moaning became louder and louder as he
neared the corner of the large room.
"Very interesting," he said softly. That's coming
from the fabled Miss Lord's corner. "I wonder who is
using it, and for what," he thought. He had heard about
some unusual things happening at the firm from time to
time, but they had certainly never happened to him. He
reached the end of the corridor and stopped abruptly.
"Wow!" Tom said softly.
The first thing he saw was his idol Carolyn Lord,
seated behind her desk, her face looking flushed and
dazed. Her eyes were unfocused. Her head was thrown
over the seat back, her open mouth gasping for air.
Carolyn's suit jacket was open and she had nothing on
underneath. Old man Brandon was sitting to the
right of the desk, a hand on each of her breasts. Each
of them was totally oblivious to Tom's presence.
Below the desk's modesty panel, Tom saw a pile of
clothes and pair of feet in pink high heels sticking out
from underneath the desk.
Tom noticed that the way Carolyn was jumping in her
chair seemed to indicate that more was going on with her
than just Brandon. He walked towards the back of the
desk and was not surprised to see a tousled blond head
rise directly in front of Carolyn. He heard a brief
chortle before the head disappeared back under the desk.
He returned to the front of the desk and knelt to the
floor. He pulled the pile of loose clothes from under
the modesty board and saw that it consisted of a pair of
woman's slacks and shoes.
"Bingo!" he breathed.
He lowered himself full length on the ground and
looked underneath the panel. Under the desk he saw in
the shadows a familiar-looking behind covered in a tight
dress belonging to a woman whose face appeared to be
imbedded in Carolyn Lord's naked crotch. "I'd know that
tight behind anywhere," he thought. "It belongs to that
stupid, rich bitch Tiffany Goodbody!" The same girl who
just last week called him, yet again, a "computer geek"
while she turned him down, yet again, for one lousy date!
"Well, now. Let's see who's the geek here, you
bitch!" he thought savagely as he removed his clothes.
The dual manipulation of Carolyn's body continued as,
kneeling in the front of the desk, Tom undid the latch
and silently swung the modesty panel open. He slowly
lifted the skirt of the kneeling Tiffany's dress and
placed it as high up her back as he could. Through her
tight, semi-transparent pantyhose he could clearly see
her tight flexing ass cheeks and the dark crevice
in-between.
Carolyn Lord was lost in a sea of sensation. She was
helpless before this dual assault, her feelings of shame
sometimes overwhelming her as she came to realize that
she did not want this to end, even though she was
powerless to act. Yet, when her ravaged mind finally
realized that someone else was present in her corner, she
had recovered enough of her wits to realize that
someone was preparing a nasty surprise for her tormentor,
Tiffany.
Tiffany thought she sensed something was going on
behind her, then felt Carolyn's hands in her hair, her
thighs tightening around her head and forgot about it.
"Oh, man!" she thought. "Carolyn's finally getting into
the spirit of things."
When Tiffany felt her pantyhose being pulled off her
hips and down her thighs, she tried to back out of the
desk. But Carolyn's hands now held her fiercely by the
hair and she couldn't pull her head away from between
Carolyn's tightly clenched thighs. Tiffany's face was
hopelessly trapped, pressed tightly against Carolyn's
steaming crotch.
Tom quickly reached between Tiffany's thighs and found
the teenager's now vulnerable cunt. She was so excited
from her manipulation of Carolyn that he found her pussy
very wet.
Tiffany's hips bucked and danced as the distraught
teenager tried to escape the invading digits. She tried
to scream her protests against this unwanted invasion,
but Carolyn had her face pressed so tightly into her
crotch that Tiffany was having trouble just being able to
breath.
In spite of her struggles, Tom quickly found Tiffany's
erect clitoris and brought the surprised teenager to
immediate orgasm, her powerful cuntal muscles causing
vast amounts of vaginal fluid to come spewing out. And
then he did it again, and yet again.
The exhausted Tiffany finally quit fighting to escape
the vice grip of Carolyn's thighs, and could only kneel
under the desk, gasping for breath between Carolyn's legs
as she desperately prayed for a respite from her unknown
assailant.
Tom unzipped the back of Tiffany's dress and unhooked
her bra. Tiffany felt with horror her breasts dangling
freely beneath her as the top of her dress and bra were
pushed over her smooth shoulders and down to the floor.
Carolyn's climax caught her by surprise. Tiffany's
struggles had embedded her nose deep into Carolyn's
clasping cunt, while the non-stop expert manipulation of
her exposed breasts by the firm's eldest member was
causing her to reach new heights of erotic stimulation.
Her body lay placid, a comely smile on her lips as she
gasped for breath, while her climax washed over her.
Her eyes closed, Carolyn lay collapsed in her chair as
Mr. Brandon looked upon her with the satisfaction of a
job well done. He politely pulled Carolyn's jacket back
over her shoulders and buttoned it. He kissed her on the
forehead, said "Thank you," and left, confident that he
had finally conquered the impeccable Miss Lord by
fondling her beautiful breasts alone. "Something to
remember," the semi-senile old man thought gleefully,
"for my old age." Not that he would ever tell any of his
cronies about it. Not proper, you know. Besides, which
one of them would ever believe it?
Never noticing the piles of clothing or various heads
and feet extending from underneath Carolyn's desk, the
dazed Mr. Brandon tottered off for his meeting.
After waiting until Mr. Brandon was long gone, Carolyn
released her grip on Tiffany's hair, and quickly moved
her chair away from the desk. Surprised by the sudden
lack of support, Tiffany fell face first onto the
carpeted floor, her ass cheeks waving high in the air
behind her. She then started crawling out from under the
desk, thankful that her ordeal was finally over.
As she moved forward, she felt her pantyhose being
pulled off of her legs. "I'll find them in a minute,"
she thought. "I just need to get out from under this
desk!"
As soon as the naked Tiffany had wearily crawled on
all fours out from under the desk, someone placed their
hands around the tops of her thighs and pulled her
backward. But, instead of falling, she felt her behind
pressing up against naked flesh, with some large object
moving between her upper thighs.
"Oh, no!" she cried, as she realized that it could
only be a naked man behind her. She turned her head and
finally saw who her assailant was. "Oh, my God!" she
thought. "It was that computer geek!"
"You can't do this!" she indignantly sputtered.
"Oh, yes, I certainly can, you bitch!" the exultant
Tom thought as he finally began to thoroughly fuck that
beautiful body kneeling before him.
Leaning forward, he grabbed a pert breast in each hand
as his hips started to pound the girl's bouncing
buttocks, his cock going deeper and deeper into the well-
lubricated vagina. Tiffany's young body, already primed
by a night of almost endless sex, quickly began to react
to this unwanted assault. Her hips began moving in
relation to Tom's movements, so that each of his
thrusts was met by one of hers. Her tight vagina clasped
the thrusting cock, as if it was reluctant to have it
leave the hot, wet confines of her pulsating cunt.
As Tom's regular buffeting of the teenager's vagina
went on and on, Tiffany totally lost her mind! The fact
that she was being totally stripped, humiliated, and
fucked from behind by someone she didn't even like,
didn't matter anymore. In fact, it all served to excite
the golden teenager as she had never been before! All
she could think about now was the glorious cock in
her loins.
Totally joined, their orgasms erupted simultaneously.
Tiffany remained collapsed on the floor, completely
spent, dreaming of wedding gowns and floral arrangements.
She was still kneeling, her breasts mashed beneath her,
with sperm and lubricant streaming down the insides of
her thighs. Tom got up, quietly collected his clothes
and Tiffany's underwear, and departed for the washroom.
Before he left though, he found Carolyn's slacks and
shoes and placed them neatly on her desk.
Into the Maelstrom: Part IX
Carolyn Lord sat sprawled in her chair, naked from the
waist down, her vaginal juices pooling on the seat. She
watched the nude Tiffany sleeping contentedly on the
floor beside her chair, the teenager softly muttering "I
Do!" every so often.
"I'm doomed," she thought. If she couldn't protect
herself from a mental light-weight like Tiffany, she was
in serious trouble.
This was not her imagination. This was not some wild
dream. She looked down at herself and realized the harsh
reality of it: her neatly trimmed pubic hair glistening
in the harsh light of the office, the cooling pool of her
own secretions growing between her naked thighs, the feel
of the abrasive seat cloth on her poor, abused vulva. It
certainly was no accident, like that medical examination
gone wrong when she reacted like a slut instead of a
proper woman. Tiffany knew exactly what she was
doing to her. Didn't she?
But did she? Tiffany was a child. A child in the
beautiful body of a woman, to be sure, but a child all
the same. And children liked to play! "It was all so
simple," she thought. All she had to do was think it
through.
She had seen her young nieces and nephews constantly
do things they couldn't possible understand the real
meaning of, just to get a reaction from their older
relatives. She herself had gotten some swats on the
bottom and even had her breasts grabbed a few times
during family events, though she knew they meant
nothing really sinister by doing so. They were just
being deliberately naughty. Tiffany couldn't possibly
know what it was she was really doing to her. The young
minx, she was just playing a game with her!
But this was a very serious game, indeed. She could
have been humiliated in front of anyone who cared to walk
by, not to mention Mr. Spencer. She might have even lost
her job because of it. And what happened with poor old
Mr. Brandon? That dear old man wasn't responsible for
his actions anymore. He was just helplessly caught up in
the teenager's foolishness. He was probably more
embarrassed about the whole thing then she was.
"Well, if Tiffany chooses to act like a child, then by
God I will treat her like one!" she said.
She lifted one elegant foot and pushed it against
Tiffany's upraised rump, causing the sleeping girl to
topple to the floor.
Tiffany awoke with a start. She got up from the floor
and, sheepishly avoiding Carolyn's annoyed look, set
about getting dressed. She found her dress, but her
underwear had vanished. "That's just great," she said
bitterly, holding her dress. "Now what am I supposed to
do? I'm dirty and my underwear's gone. I can't go
around like this!"
"Come here," said Carolyn.
Shocked that Carolyn was actually speaking to her, and
both of them not even dressed, Tiffany ignored her and
continued to look for her missing clothes.
"Come here, I said!"
Holding her dress protectively in front of her,
Tiffany timidly went over to where Carolyn still sat.
"Put on your dress."
"But I can't," wailed the teenager. "I'm dirty and I
don't have my..."
"Tough. Put it on. Now!" commanded Carolyn.
With a pouty face, Tiffany put the dress up over her
head and started putting her arms into it, very aware
that she was now totally exposed to the glowering
Carolyn.
When Tiffany's arms were tangled in the sleeves and
her head completely covered by the dress, Carolyn put her
right arm around Tiffany's slim waist and pulled the
surprised girl over her knees.
Holding the squirming Tiffany with her left hand,
Carolyn's strong right hand hit Tiffany's small, firm
buttocks. SMACK!
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" squealed the teenager, her voice
muffled, as she fought to free herself of the dress.
"You want to act like a child here, then I'm going to
start treating you like a child," Carolyn said calmly as
she hit the beautiful, tanned hillocks once again.
SMACK!
"YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" Tiffany screamed, desperately
trying to escape this trap she had placed herself. No
one had done that to her. No one had ever hit her back
there, not ever!
"Watch me," Carolyn murmured with contentment as she
resumed her lesson. She had wanted to do this to the
girl for some time.
The spanking continued until Tiffany's small bottom
was showing a slight pink all over her dark tan. Tiffany
had ceased struggling some time ago, and, still tangled
in her dress, was reduced to sobbing quietly.
"There, there. It's time for you to grow up,
Tiffany," Carolyn said, gently. "This is a place of
business, not a playground to do whatever you feel like.
It's time you realized that."
Carolyn ran her hand lightly over the girl's smooth
ass cheeks, and enjoyed the heat that the firm flesh was
radiating. "What fascinating things they are," she
marveled to herself. "How beautiful, how symmetrical."
Carolyn found herself lost for a moment in the wonderment
of Tiffany's buttocks.
She felt something wet on her upper thighs and,
puzzled, sneaked a hand between Tiffany's opened legs.
She was amazed. Tiffany was wet! She was so aroused
that her vaginal fluids were actually dripping out of her
crotch and onto Carolyn's legs.
Tiffany felt the hand between her legs and
automatically began to grind her hips down onto it.
"Son of a bitch!" muttered Carolyn. She hadn't
bargained on this at all. Now what was she supposed to
do?
At a loss of what action to take next, Carolyn glanced
at the clock on her desk. Stunned, she looked again.
The conference was set to begin in 15 minutes.
"JESUS CHRIST, THE CONFERENCE!!" Carolyn shouted. The
VIPs had already arrived and should just be leaving the
lounge. She was late!
She jumped up and dumped the disappointed Tiffany onto
the floor. Pausing for just a second, she realized that
she had to take the time to get dressed. Panicked at
being late, she pulled her suit jacket off over her head
and quickly put on her blouse and scarf, but gasped with
dismay when she saw that the buttons on her blouse were
all missing.
"Damn it!" she yelled as she took everything off again
and threw the useless garments into a corner. Next she
grabbed her slacks and shoes from the desk and got into
them, not bothering to properly fasten the slacks just
yet. She ran down the hall, her swollen breasts dancing
painfully on her chest, as she unbuttoned her jacket.
She was putting it on when her unfastened slacks fell
down to her ankles.
"Shit!" Carolyn gasped as she hit full length on the
carpeted floor, her breasts mashing painfully beneath
her, her legs now tangled in her slacks. Resisting an
impulse to start screaming, Carolyn sighed instead and
sat up on the floor. The thick carpeting caused a
delightful tickling sensation on her abused vulva and she
almost climaxed!
"Oh my God," she whispered. "My God." She took a
deep breath and carefully untangled her slacks and pulled
them off. She stood up and then got into them once
again. She slowly fastened and zipped her slacks, after
first carefully making sure they hadn't been torn in the
fall.
Learning her lesson, she swiftly walked the remainder
of the distance to the conference room, using her crossed
arms to minimize her breasts' movements as much as
possible. Her nipples had been hard for so long from
rubbing against her jacket all day, she doubted if they
would ever again return to normal. Even minor breast
movements now caused the outraged nerve endings on her
raw nipples to send excruciating impulses to her brain.
It was all becoming too much for her to endure. She
knew that her resistance was nearing its end. She had
had to withstand so much in the past two days that her
mind and body just couldn't take much more.
She had to get to conference, she just had to. She
couldn't let the firm have to deal with the consequences
of her own weaknesses.
Besides, with all of those people around she would
finally be safe.
As they stood waiting for the missing Carolyn and the
visiting VIPs, the Daiquiri Group grew more and more
agitated. After years of being Miss Untouchable, Carolyn
Lord had suddenly become very touchable indeed. Today
they had seen just about everyone at the office take a
liberty or two with her once proud body, from senior
partners to janitors, with nary a protest being directed
at them in return. Rumor had it that even some of her
fellow para's had taken an occasional opportunity with
Miss Lord, with surprisingly the same result. As the day
went on, though, they could tell she was becoming more
and more unraveled. The secret slut was obviously being
affected by all that was happening to her (as if one wild
night wasn't enough!). Well, if she really wanted
flounce that perfect body of hers in front of the senior
staff, then they would be more than willing to help
her.
Breathlessly, Carolyn entered the conference room and
was greatly relieved to discover that the VIPs had yet to
arrive. The only ones there were some her co-workers who
had been required to attend the event. She did a quick
survey of the room and found everything was to her
satisfaction.
After saying her hello's, she went to stand with her
fellow paralegals and try to regain her composure.
"Have you seen Tiffany? She was suppose to be here
for this," asked Tiffany's friend, Maria.
"No, sorry," Carolyn replied. "Haven't seen...HER!"
They pulled her slacks down so fast she couldn't
react. One moment she was standing there, engaged in
normal conversation, and in the next moment she was half
naked! She stood there dumbly, staring in shock at her
bare legs, her slacks puddled at her feet. Before she
could get her deeply dazed mind to function at this new
outrage, the visiting VIPs entered with the senior
law firm members.
As the group of paralegals moved to greet them at the
door, the terribly humiliated Carolyn was forced by the
crowd to join them, leaving her slacks on the floor. If
she tried to pick them up it would have been noticed by
everyone! She chanced a quick look behind her and saw
with horror as Maria quickly fold up her slacks and stuff
them in a plastic file folder she was carrying.
She looked desperately for a way out, but the room's
single entrance was now filled with the senior members
and their guests. She was trapped! Carolyn knew her
double-breasted jacket's hem was just low enough to
function as a micro-mini skirt, but she also knew that
she dared not sit and must even be very careful walking
or else she chanced exposing herself to everyone in the
room.
As previously arranged, the firm's paralegals stood in
a group behind the podium located at the head of the long
conference table. Carolyn tried to hide behind the
others, even though her normal place was at the wide
podium, controlling the presentation binder for whoever
was speaking.
Mr. Spencer finally had to motion her to take her
place at his side behind the podium. After everyone in
the room had been introduced, the presentation began.
The chief representative for the Prospective Client, Mrs.
Abigail Stevens, was seated with her staff on the table's
left. The firm's counterparts were seated on the table's
right.
As Mr. Spencer went through his opening remarks about
the firm and the terrific support provided by the firm's
paralegals, Carolyn felt his arm go around her waist over
her jacket. He's just emphasizing his topic, she thought
nervously, but I hope he talks about something else soon.
Please, God, don't let him or the others see how
undressed I am. At least behind the protection of the
podium she felt safe.
Ten minutes into the presentation she jumped when she
thought she felt something between the backs of her upper
thighs. The feeling only lasted a moment and was gone.
Probably my imagination, she thought.
To her horror, the feeling returned! Something large
and smooth was working its way between the tops of her
soft inner thighs. She jumped again when it touched the
lips of her vulva.
"Oh!" she inadvertently gasped when the object began
to work its way between her pussy lips.
"No! You can't...!" Carolyn automatically began, but
stopped abruptly when she saw with dismay that everyone
at the table was now looking quizzically at her.
Spencer stopped his presentation in mid-sentence and
turned to put his mouth close to her left ear.
"Is there something the matter, Miss Lord?" he asked
softly.
"No, sir. Sorry," she muttered as she smiled weakly,
horrified that she had actually disrupted the
presentation.
"Okay, then."
To her relief, Mr. Spencer smoothly continued his talk
and she could see that the disruption was quickly
forgotten by the people at the table. However, the thick
object between her thighs also continued its way up into
her vagina. The intruder was soon deep enough in her
defenseless vagina that she could feel the hand
holding it now begin to work its way through her tightly
clenched thighs.
She felt hands on her right ankle shift her foot, so
that her legs were soon spread apart. She was now
completely wide open to whatever those in back of her
wanted to do to her vulnerable yet most private of
places.
She jumped when a hand began to move confidently
across her firm buttocks. She jumped again when she felt
a second hand on her behind. It too began to casually
trace the rounded contours of the exposed buttocks under
her jacket!
The hand between her thighs began to move deliberately
back and forth, causing the unwanted intruder to have a
most shocking affect on her. To her dismay, she could
sense her vaginal fluids quickly begin to flow. The
familiar sensations which had been kept simmering within
her ever since she came to work were now quickly being
brought to a boil within her once again. Before the
events of the past two days, she could never have
believed it possible that anyone, especially her, could
be sexually aroused against their will, even if she did
deep down really enjoy the sensation. Now, she knew that
she being taken swiftly, helplessly to the point where
she would shortly loose control and have an orgasm in
front of all of these unsuspecting people, unless she
could find a way to prevent it. "But how?" her tired
mind screamed at her. "But how?"
Other hands spread her ass cheeks, and she jumped when
she felt something cold touch her anus. "Oh, my dear
God!" she thought. "Not there! They just couldn't!"
The object slowly forced its way passed her tightly
clenched anus, and began to work its way slowly yet
inexorably up her rectal passage.
Carolyn stood, too stunned to react. She was only
wearing her jacket and shoes in a room full of people at
a law firm, hands on her naked buttocks, and now she was
helplessly impaled! And she couldn't do anything about
it!! If she made any kind of scene, her shattered mind
reasoned, she would be publicly humiliated in front of
everyone. What if the police or someone should ask her
what happened to her clothes? What could she tell them?
In spite of her claim to the contrary, Mr. Spencer was
aware that all was not well with the usually cool Miss
Lord. Even as he continued with his presentation, he
could tell she was becoming increasingly agitated. The
fact that she had deliberately taken off her slacks for
an important presentation, even after her assurance she
would be properly dressed for it, seemed to confirm what
everyone was saying-- that for reasons unknown the very
beautiful but untouchable Carolyn Lord was making herself
very available today.
He was always a stickler for proper attire in the
office, so his first instinct upon seeing her (even with
those fantastic legs!) was to throw her out of the
conference room. However, after seeing Mrs. Stevens'
eyes light up when she saw her, Spencer kept Carolyn as
close to himself as possible during the presentation.
To Carolyn's relief the conversation moved on to other
aspects of the firm, but, to her consternation, the arm
remained around her, holding her close to him behind the
podium. "Sweet Christ!" she thought. "What if he finds
one of the other hands back there?"
Forgetting about the group of women standing behind
him, Spencer's hand started to move, slightly at first,
then with an increasing regularity and confidence. In
fact, it distinctly felt as if the hand was now massaging
her right hip! Carolyn wondered what she could about
this when she felt it slide down her hip, and jumped when
it reached her bare flesh under the jacket.
Spencer's roving hand quickly came upon Carolyn's
nude right buttock cheek. "What the hell?" he thought.
"No panties!"
Why, that hypocritical bitch! After all the
complaints she initiated over the years against the
firm's employee's, even partners.
Angry now, he moved his hand freely over Carolyn's
trembling buttocks.
Carolyn was relieved when she felt the other hands on
her buttocks disappear, leaving just Mr. Spencer's for
her to contend with.
The room's projection screen lowered and the lights
dimmed to nothing. After a brief pause, the presentation
system activated, and the automatic slide show began.
Spencer traced with glee the trembling contours of
Carolyn's right buttock. He was in the process of
sliding his hand to sample her left buttock when it
encountered a round metallic object protruding from the
center of her ass crack. "Whoa! What the hell was
that?" he thought.
Spencer looked behind him and saw a small circle of
light on the wall behind the podium. "That's odd. Where
could that damn light coming from?" he wondered. The
last thing he wanted right now was a light on back there.
He noticed that the light moved every time Carolyn did.
Fascinated in spite of himself, he kept searching in the
darkness until his eyes finally adjusted to the moving
light and he saw something black sticking out from
underneath Carolyn's jacket.
"Jesus!" he thought. "She's got a flashlight stuck up
her ass!" Terrified of what he might have stumbled into,
he quickly withdrew his hand from Carolyn's trembling
buttocks. He placed both his hands in plane view on the
podium. "Remember why you are fucking here today,
asshole," he told himself. "Keep your mind on the job
and out of her pants!"
Carolyn felt other hands replace the one which so
quickly disappeared. Hands on her hips began to pull her
waist away from the podium, causing her to lean forward
and thrust her buttocks out from underneath the jacket.
Carolyn didn't realize the significance of this until
someone dropped down behind her and placed their lips on
her helplessly impaled behind. She was nibbled and
licked all over her delectable, quivering buttocks, while
other hands were making her vagina pulsate with
sensation. Just when she thought she could take no more,
she jumped when she felt something warm and thick start
to press against her blood-engorged vaginal lips, moving
around the object already in there. "Oh, what now?" she
dazedly wondered. "What else could they do to me that
they haven't already?"
A tongue contacted Carolyn's exposed vulva and she was
teased and licked with never-ending enthusiasm.
Carolyn's mind whirled with her body's sensations.
Under the noise of the loud presentation, she thought she
heard the muffled sound of a purse being opened. The
administrations on her poor vagina ended, the object
removed. Her mind was relieved that her public
ravishment was finally over, before she had reached the
point of once again loosing all control of her recently
traitorous body.
Carolyn jumped as she felt something being pressed
against her vulnerable hair-lined pussy lips. It was not
uncomfortable, quite the opposite in fact, but it seemed
only to cover her vulva. She felt it pressed onto her
flesh one more time, and after that, nothing. The object
covering her vulva remained and that was all. No one
touched her, molested her, fondled her. Even the
humiliating object in her anus had been removed. "Could
it be over at last?" she thought hopefully. Perhaps her
unseen tormentors had finally given up.
"Please, please let it be over," she prayed
reverently. She had been unwillingly stimulated to the
point that she felt her hair was standing on end! She
couldn't take anymore, not without embarrassing herself,
she was that close.
The maddening thing was that this strange buildup now
left her in a very precarious condition. She was so
nervous she didn't know what to do next. She wanted to
take a bite out of the podium, rape Mr. Spencer, do
anything to relieve this horrible pressure which had been
deliberately built up inside of her, and that now she had
to deal with.
At last the automatic slide-show came to an end and
the room's lights automatically brightened. Carolyn
quickly flipped the pages to the correct position, and
gratefully noticed that only one page remained until the
end.
"Thank God!" she whispered. The conference was still
a success and she could now go home and run around the
block or something. "A cold shower, that's what I'll
do," she thought, as she was finally able to get her
breathing back under control.
Mr. Spencer smoothly wrapped things up and the
conference was finally at an end as he said, "...and that
concludes our presentation. Now, if you will all join me
at the reception for some food and refreshments, you will
have a chance of meeting some of the employees that you
might be working with in the years to come."
"Shit, shit, shit!" thought Carolyn. She had
forgotten all about the reception. But before she did
anything, she had to go to the rest room and remove
whatever they had impudently stuck to her crotch.
"Probably a stupid sign or something", she thought.
She turned to leave the podium when Mr. Spencer hooked
his right arm around her left.
"I'd like you to stay with me, Miss Lord. It seems
our Prospective Client would like to meet you."
"Uh, that's great, but I really need to visit the..."
Carolyn tried to explain, when Mrs. Stevens and her
entire party walked up to them, with Ms. Pendergast
trailing along petulantly behind.
"Excellent presentation, Mr. Spencer, just excellent.
I was most impressed."
"Thank you. I would like to introduce the person who
really put it all together for us today, Miss Carolyn
Lord."
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance at last,
Miss Lord. You did a very professional job. Mr. Spencer
here has had nothing but praise for your work, and now I
can understand why," Abigail Stevens said, as she made an
effort not to stare at the hem of Carolyn's very short
dress. "It looks just like a suit jacket," she thought.
"Very becoming, if a little out of place for an office.
On the other hand, with those legs, who cares!"
"The honor is all mine, ma'am, but today was really
the product of...of...of a great many people," the
suddenly distraught Carolyn said. The unexpected
sensations radiating from her crotch were incredible!
"No!" her mind shouted. "It can't be, it just can't be!"
She clamped her thighs together, leaving her pidgin-
toed, but it didn't help her at all. The feeling was so
intense she couldn't believe it. "What the hell was
going on?" her overwhelmed mind screamed as she fought an
awesome desire to have an orgasm right there.
Thankfully, the sensations then ceased just as
mysteriously as they had begun.
"Phew," breathed the still shocked Carolyn.
"Are you are right, Miss?"
"Yes, ma'am. It's just been a long day, that's all."
"Please, call me Abigail. Well, let's us go to the
reception and relax for a bit, eh?"
"Yes, ma'am, I mean Abigail. Whatever you say,"
Carolyn said, smiling.
"Smart girl!"
As they quickly walked to the lounge, Carolyn tried to
keep her hands at her sides, to hold down the hem of her
jacket, but Mr. Spencer insisted on holding one of her
arms while Mrs. Stevens held the other. She was shocked
to realize that Mrs. Stevens was staring down her
cleavage, mesmerized by her lightly bouncing breasts, but
there was nothing she could do about it. With her arms
being held, she couldn't protect her chest at all!
All Carolyn could really think of was when the next
attack on her pussy would come. Mrs. Stevens kept
talking to her, but she heard not a word. She could only
keep what she hoped was an attentive look on her face as
she fought with her internal demons.
She had almost climaxed during that last violation.
It was all she could do not to submit to it. "What the
hell caused that?" her confused mind wondered. "After-
effects from sitting on that damned carpet?"
Then she remembered. "Oh my God! That thing they put
on my crotch! That's what's doing it!" And there was
absolutely nothing she could do about it, until she could
get away from everyone!
At the entrance to the lounge the sensations returned
with a vengeance. Carolyn's eyes glazed over as she
fought the terrible waves of pleasure spreading
throughout her body. Her knees buckled and she would
have fallen if Mr. Spencer and Mrs. Stevens had not been
holding her arms.
They carried her by the arms into the lounge, to an
easy chair. Carolyn gratefully sat down and at least had
the presence of mind remember to cross her legs. She sat
with her eyes closed, breathing heavily through her open
mouth as the sensations between her legs continued.
Mercifully, they stopped just before a search for
smelling salts was launched.
Carolyn's eyes flickered open. She saw with horror a
semi-circle of concerned people surrounding her.
"I'm fine, really," Carolyn told them breathlessly.
"Just a little tired, that's all."
"It's okay," Mr. Spencer said to the group. "She's
all right. Now, if you could all leave us alone for a
moment, I'd appreciate it."
The crowd dispersed to the other parts of the large
lounge, leaving Spencer and Carolyn alone.
"Why didn't you tell me before that you were sick?"
"I'm sorry," said the emotionally spent Carolyn.
"It's just that the conference was so important..."
"Nonsense," snorted Spencer.
Ms. Pendergast walked up to them. She knelt down
beside the chair and looked with satisfaction at the
stricken woman's flushed face. "Sam, she just needs to
be alone and rest for a bit. I know all about her
condition and I'll fill you in later."
"I'm fine. Honest," Carolyn lied. "I... I just need
to be alone right now," she panted as the thing on her
crotch abruptly caused a quick flash of overwhelming
feelings. She crossed her arms over her chest and hugged
herself to keep from grabbing her crotch in front of
everyone.
"OK, people. Let's gather up the food and drinks and
move into the conference room," Mr. Spencer directed.
Soon the lounge was cleared except for Carolyn in her
chair and a cluster of women silently watching her from
across the room.
The members of the Daiquiri Group moved closer to
their prey as soon as the door to the lounge was closed.
"Got you, you bitch!" the leader of the group said.
Breathing heavily, Carolyn could only look helplessly
at them with uncomprehending eyes until she heard a quiet
"snap".
"AAHHH!" she cried as her vagina exploded in
uncontrolled spasms! The Daiquiri Group cheered and
applauded as the stupefied Carolyn Lord doubled over, her
body racked by her pulsating vagina.
The sensations coming from her crotch did not end as
they had before, but continued on and on. She fell onto
the floor, her hands between her thighs desperately
holding her womanhood, her body shaking uncontrollably as
she continued to orgasm. Finally, with Carolyn on the
edge on unconsciousness if not madness, it stopped.
One of the women tossed a small controller on the
floor beside the hapless Carolyn.
"Just in case you start to feel lonely," she said
cruelly.
Laughing, the Daiquiri Group left the lounge in high
spirits.
An hour later, Carolyn finally decided she was strong
enough to get off of the floor. It was kind of
comfortable being on the floor and she really hated to
leave it. She had had a nice nap and felt much better.
She knew the evil device was still attached to her, but
she would deal with that later. First things first.
She stood on shaking legs, and surveyed the room. She
was alone in the lounge, all signs of the reception were
removed. She looked at the wall clock and saw that all
of the day's planned events should have ended some time
ago. She wondered if anyone else was left in the office
as she started to totter slowly towards the door.
She was surprised when the door to the lounge flew
open and an incensed Maria entered the room.
"You damn bitch!" she shouted at the mystified
Carolyn. "I just found out what you did to Tiffany. Now
that little bubble-headed idiot wants to marry the guy!"
Maria stopped directly in from of the passive Carolyn.
"Damn you!" she screamed, spittle spraying on Carolyn's
face. "I wanted her for me and you've just ruined
everything! Everything!"
Maria was enraged at not getting a reaction from the
stunned Carolyn. Without thinking, she grabbed the
shoulders of Carolyn's jacket and pulled down on them.
The jacket slid over Carolyn's smooth shoulders until it
was bunched halfway to her waist, leaving her breasts
bare and her arms helplessly bound by the jacket.
Carolyn looked down at her exposed breasts in
puzzlement. "How did that happen?" her dazed mind
wondered.
"I'll get a reaction from this cool bitch yet!"
muttered Maria as she held the bunched front of Carolyn's
jacket and ripped it open, causing the buttons to fly
about the room. She pulled the jacket off of the
unresisting woman and threw it by the door. She then
dragged the submissive Carolyn over to a couch and
pushed her face down over the couch arm. She reached
down and took off Carolyn's shoes and threw them with the
jacket.
Carolyn was now completely nude, her shapely hips
draped over the couch arm, her ass high in the air and
her breasts pressed into the rough material of the couch.
Her anger cooling, Maria looked with increasing
pleasure at this inviting target. "OK," she thought.
"If I can't have Tiffany, Carolyn will do nicely."
"This requires something suitable," she said. She
looked about the room and saw a pile of newspapers and
magazines. "Perfect!"
She walked over and selected a newspaper. Maria
returned to Carolyn, twisting the paper into a tight
roll. As she was coming back across the room, she
unknowingly stepped on and crushed a small plastic
object.
And Carolyn went insane.
Maria watched in wide-eyed amazement as Carolyn Lord,
screaming, literally danced on the couch, her naked body
twisting and turning, her arms and legs flailing.
"This chick is nuts!" she said and quickly fled the
room, but not before taking Carolyn's jacket and shoes on
her way out.
Into the Maelstrom: Part X
Tamiko had been freely wandering the firm's empty dark
offices for almost a half hour before she discovered the
missing Miss Carolyn Lord.
"Whoa! What a presentation that must have been," she
said to herself when she saw Carolyn. She walked over to
the prostrate woman to survey the damage.
Miss Lord was on her back, nude and unconscious, her
legs splayed open over the couch arm. Carolyn's body was
coated with drying sweat. It pooled between her breasts
and at the base of her throat. Her hair was matted with
it. Vaginal fluids were also drying on her, down the
insides of her thighs and on the cushion beneath her.
Tamiko quickly noticed the exciter attached to Carolyn's
vulva. She tried out the local control and found the
battery quite dead.
"You must have had quite a day, my precious."
Carolyn's beautiful body showed surprisingly few
bruises, considering the kind of day Tamiko now
understood Carolyn to have experienced. She looked
around and saw no sign of Carolyn's suit or shoes.
"And I thought we played rough," she said, as she put
her arms under Carolyn's and pulled her to a more
comfortable and less exposed position on the couch.
"Why, our group can't touch the legal profession if
this is how they treat their own," she thought. Her
mother had always told her to never underestimate the
value of a professional education, especially when it
came to doing something really fun, like the corruption
of the pure. "We must get some lawyers into the group"
she mused. "Perhaps Carolyn would know of some likely
candidates, now."
"Come on, my precious," Tamiko said quietly. "It is
time to wake up and begin your new life."
Tamiko sat next to the nude woman. She reached
between Carolyn's open thighs and fingered the exciter.
As Tamiko thought, it was attached to her skin and pubic
hair by a light adhesive. She swiftly pulled the exciter
off Carolyn's sensitive crotch, pulling out a few pubic
hairs in the process, and, standing, placed it in the
back pocket of her tight designer jeans.
"OW!" Carolyn screamed as her eyes flew open. She
bolted upright and tightly held her wounded crotch with
both hands. She looked around wildly for a moment until
she saw Tamiko standing beside her.
"Tamiko! Oh, Tamiko!" Carolyn cried, jumping up and
throwing herself naked into the waiting arms of her
friend. "You wouldn't believe what happened to me," she
sobbed, as she wrapped her arms tightly around the
Japanese girl. "Everyone went crazy! They... they...."
"It's all right, my precious. You are safe now. You
are safe with me. You will always be safe with me,"
Tamiko purred soothingly as her hands moved lovingly over
Carolyn's sculptured naked back and buttocks.
"Oh, Tamiko," bawled Carolyn, "I'm so glad to see you!
You can't imagine what they did to me!" Carolyn wailed
as, heedless of her nudity, she clung desperately to the
small teenager.
Overcome with relief at finally being safe with
someone she could really trust, the beautiful Carolyn
Lord cried and sobbed over all of the pain and public
humiliations she had been forced to undergo today.
Tamiko casually dipped her right hand between
Carolyn's thighs. She carefully inspected Carolyn's
crotch with her skilled fingers, noting the very swollen
labia. She inserted three fingers into the dry cuntal
passage. It was still tight, yet there was a hint of
looseness now which hadn't been there before. "You have
been busy," she thought. She enjoyed the familiar feel
of the hot, tight passage for a moment, then began a
gentle motion with her fingers. Soon the channel was
flowing with Carolyn's vaginal fluids.
Next, Tamiko cupped Carolyn's firm right breast with
her left hand and carefully inspected the reddened
nipple. She tilted her head and started to thoughtfully
lick the surrounding aureole first, then the nipple
itself. Her efforts were rewarded when the nipple
quickly sprang erect. She moved to the left breast and
did the same to it. When both nipples were as erect and
hard as bullets, Tamiko shifted her mouth from breast to
breast and continued her administrations evenly between
the two proud orbs.
The sobbing Carolyn began to notice some familiar
tinglings starting to occur. She was so distraught, and
at the same time so relieved at seeing Tamiko, her mind
simply dismissed them as unimportant. But the tinglings
became more and more insistent, until she could ignore
them no longer.
Carolyn fought to get her crying under control and
find out what was happening to her.
"Tamiko. Tamiko, what are you doing to me?" she
gasped between her decreasing sobs.
"Nothing, my precious," the Japanese teenager absently
replied, intent upon completing her devilish work.
"But, Tamiko. You are! You are doing something to
me. I can... I can feel it."
Tamiko didn't reply until she heard Carolyn's breath
become quite heavy.
"Can you really?" Tamiko politely asked, her head
between Carolyn's heaving breasts.
"Yes, I can," said the now panting Carolyn. "I can
really feel you doing things to me."
"Oh," replied Tamiko, her right thumb now brushing
Carolyn's vulnerable clitoris.
"You have to stop. Tamiko! You have to stop right...
Aaaggh!" Carolyn cried as she unexpectedly climaxed under
Tamiko's expert ministrations.
"No! Oh, No!" Carolyn wailed as she frantically clung
to the Japanese exchange student, her tired body
reacting strongly to this surprising occurrence. The
strong pulsings of her vagina were almost painful to her,
they had happened so often today.
Her body and mind now absolutely spent, Carolyn could
only cling to Tamiko, her breasts heaving, her vaginal
juices trailing unheeded down the inside of her thighs.
Carolyn found herself drunk with fatigue. She could only
stand and let Tamiko do with her whatever she willed.
She was capable of nothing else.
"Look, you can tell me all about your problems later,
my precious," Tamiko told her matter-of-factly. "Right
now, let's get you dressed and home."
Tamiko led the pliant Carolyn over to where she had
left the clothes she had bought for her.
"Look at what I brought for you, Carolyn."
Carolyn turned her head and looked dully at the neatly
folded pile on the sink counter.
"Now, step into these."
The bright red panties that Tamiko was pulling up her
legs seemed different than what Carolyn was more used to
wearing. The panties consisted of a low, simple triangle
in front and a single narrow strip down the back that
fitted between her buttocks and legs. Her dazed mind
finally realized that Tamiko had gotten her a thong!
She couldn't wear that! If only she weren't so
exhausted. She just didn't have the strength to protest.
She just wanted to go home, and as long as Tamiko was
going to take her there then everything else could wait.
Tamiko pulled the panties high and tight, so that the
fabric was buried between Carolyn's buttocks and forced
into her vulva.
Carolyn's new red bra came next. After Tamiko put it
on her, Carolyn puzzled mind tried to figure out what
exactly it was supposed to do for her. The slight
harness did not contain and protect her breasts so much
as it openly displayed them.
Next there were a tight pair of soft jeans. Carolyn
stood passively as Tamiko pulled the jeans up her legs
and hips. The jeans were so tight it took Tamiko three
times to fasten them. "OK," thought Tamiko, "I'll be
more careful with the jeans next time."
The mistake was understandable, really. After all,
Carolyn Lord was Tamiko's first real-live Westerner to do
with as she pleased.
Next, Tamiko placed the still pliant Carolyn into a
button-down, white semi-transparent body shirt which
clung to Carolyn like a second skin.
Last came a comfortable pair of sandals.
Tamiko took a moment to look at her new creation.
"Wow!" she breathed. "Even after all she went through
today, she was still something to take the breath away,"
she thought. "Amazing. How lucky can I get?"
Leading her by the hand, Tamiko took the passive
Carolyn back to her desk for a final check. Taking her
wallet and key ring from the desk top, Tamiko led her
passive charge to the reception area and the bank of
elevators.
On their way down, Carolyn dimly realized that she was
blacking out. One moment she was looking at weird
underwear, the next she was standing in an elevator. She
felt so tired, she was quite ready to lay down just about
anywhere.
Some habits die hard. Even in her current exhausted
state, Carolyn automatically checked her appearance in
the polished doors of the elevator.
"Oh my!" she said. It was like being splashed with a
bucket of cold water! Shocked out of her daze, she was
horrified. These were not her clothes! All of a sudden,
she felt naked. There she was, fully dressed and yet she
felt absolutely naked. Her vulva was clearly defined
under the tight fabric of her jeans. So, for that
matter, were her breasts under the body shirt. She was
totally exposed!
Carolyn was at a loss as to how she got dressed this
way, let alone how she got into an elevator with Tamiko.
"What was she doing here, anyway" she wondered.
"Tamiko, what am I wearing?" the embarrassed Carolyn
asked.
"You are wearing your clothes, my precious."
Carolyn's tired mind thought that one over a bit.
"My clothes?" she finally muttered. "These are not my
clothes."
"Yes, they are. Well, sort of. You see, I had a
feeling you might be ready for a change by now, so I
bought you some things. I checked for your sizes at your
apartment."
"You were... You were at my apartment?" asked the
bewildered Carolyn.
"Of course. Since we're going to be seeing so much of
each other from now on, I had a key to your apartment
made this morning. Nice place, by the way. Anyway,
since I was bringing you these presents, I'd thought I
would just go over early and become comfortable with your
things. I said I'd meet you today, and here I am."
"Oh. I see." Carolyn wondered vaguely what she had
done with her suit and shoes.
"You brought my laundry?"
"My goodness. You are out of it. I gave those to
Tiffany at your office late this morning. Don't you
remember?"
"Uh, no I don't, actually. I'm sorry. It's just that
I'm very, very tired. I'm not really sure I can even
make the drive home right now."
"No problem. I'm here to take you to that very
place."
"Why, thank you. I really appreciate that, honestly I
do."
With that, Carolyn lapsed into a silence which was not
broken until the two arrived at Carolyn's apartment.
Carolyn was so unaware that she didn't even notice, let
alone comment on, when Tamiko used her own set of keys to
get into and drive Carolyn's sensible subcompact car.
During the trip, Carolyn uneasily slept, not realizing
that Tamiko had used her right hand to massage Carolyn's
vulva the entire journey.
At Carolyn's apartment building, Tamiko used her copy
of Carolyn's parking and building pass to enter the
basement parking garage, and then get them up to
Carolyn's apartment. Standing in front of her apartment
door, Carolyn could only wait until Tamiko had let them
in using her own keys.
Realizing that she was in her apartment at long last,
Carolyn tried to think desperately of what she wanted to
do here, but could not.
It was Tamiko who brought her into her bedroom and
carefully undressed her. Nude, Carolyn automatically
went to a dresser drawer and pulled out one of the nightgowns she inevitably slept in. After pulling it on, Carolyn staggered to the adjoining bathroom and relieved herself of a surprising amount of urine. Tamiko used the
time to ready the queen-sized bed for Carolyn and herself.
Staggering back to the bedroom, the totally exhausted
Carolyn Lord fell face down onto her bed. She did not
move after that, even though the fall had worked the
bottom of her nightgown up over the lower part of her
buttocks, leaving them quite exposed.
Although it was still only late afternoon, Tamiko
readied herself for bed. She undressed completely, then
made herself a mug of tea. Thus fortified, she got into
bed with Carolyn. She briskly took the nightgown off the
heavily sleeping woman and threw it to the floor. She
flipped Carolyn over onto her back and lay down beside
her. She pulled the covers over them both, and settled
in for a long, well-earned rest.
Tamiko's last thoughts concerned the future. Would
her parents let her keep Carolyn for her very own, or
would she have to give her back when she was done with
school here and had to return to Japan? Either way, she
was planning on having a great deal of fun with her for a
very long time, indeed.
It was a quiet Sunday afternoon when Carolyn finally
awoke after a troubled sleep. She felt terrible. Her
neck muscles were incredibly stiff from the constant
tension of yesterday. Feeling the sheet on her sensitive
breasts, she realized that she was naked again. She
looked around and found her nightgown on the floor beside
the bed. She sighed at the sight. "Can't I keep
anything on anymore?" she thought.
After a refreshing shower she felt better, though not
much. Her robe was missing from its usual place behind
the bathroom door. "Must have left it in the laundry
room again," she grumbled.
Carolyn, naked except for a towel wrapped around her
wet hair, padded on bare feet from her bedroom through a
narrow hall and small living room, and into the kitchen,
on her way to the laundry room. It was only after she
saw Tamiko, wearing her missing robe and grinning at her
from the small kitchen table, that Carolyn realized she
had a guest in her apartment.
"Oh my! I'm so sorry!" she sputtered as she quickly
attempted to cover herself with the small bath towel.
Unfortunately, it wasn't big enough to circle her body
completely, so she could only just cover her front. She
then tried to back out of the room, but Tamiko was up and
over to her in a flash. Tamiko was soon holding a corner
of the towel tightly in her hand. Carolyn knew she
couldn't leave now without loosing her towel!
"Come. Sit with me at the table, my precious," Tamiko
said as she led the protesting Carolyn by her towel to
the kitchen table.
"But, Tamiko! Please, I really need to get something
on first, and then I'll be right out."
"Oh, no you don't. We are all alone here. So sit,
and keep me company."
Carolyn sat carefully, fully conscious of the flesh of
her bare back and bottom pressing against the cold
plastic chair. She was terribly flustered from sitting
barely covered like this in the full light of day. "My
God!" she thought. "I hope no one visits me this
morning." How could she ever explain this?
"Tamiko, it's, uh, really great to see you this
morning, but, what... what are you doing here?"
"You invited me, silly. Remember yesterday? When I
drove you home from the office?"
"You drove me home? No, I don't remember." Carolyn
held her lowered head in her hands and groaned, "Oh, my.
Everything is so fuzzy. I can't think at all."
"It is all right, my precious. You have had a long
day and are still a little tired. You should take it
easy today and rest."
Tamiko stood up and went behind the distressed woman.
She placed both hands on the base of Carolyn's
aristocratic neck and began to work the stiff muscles
there.
"Oooh. That feels good," murmured the surprised
Carolyn. She eventually felt the stiffness in her neck
simply melt away, yet Tamiko continued to work her
muscles. Carolyn soon felt very dreamy.
Tamiko kept working with her hands, moving now over
her shoulders. Carolyn's unsupported towel soon fell
from her body and landed forgotten on the floor.
"Why must you keep calling me that?" Carolyn sleepily
asked her friend.
"Calling you what?"
"'My precious.' It's so embarrassing."
"Because I want to. Now, tell me, my precious, what
is really bothering you this morning?"
"How perceptive she is," Carolyn thought. "She's just
a teenager, yet she can read me like an open book."
"I don't think I can work at the firm anymore,"
Carolyn said. "I believe terrible things happened there
yesterday, just terrible."
"Terrible, in what way?"
"Some people there took advantage of me. They did...
things to me, terrible things!"
"Are you sure about this?"
"Yes. I am positive," Carolyn said quietly. "I can
never set foot in that place again. I just couldn't!"
Carolyn cried.
"Well, then. I know something which just might perk
you up a bit," Tamiko said as she moved her hands down
over Carolyn's breasts.
"Oh! Must you do that?"
"Yes, I must. Now, don't you want to know what I
know?"
"What do you know?" Carolyn asked absently, her mind
on other things.
"Do you know an Abigail Stevens?"
"Who?" Carolyn asked, not in the least interested, as
Tamiko was now kissing the base of her neck as well as
massaging her breasts.
"Mrs. Abigail Stevens."
"Stevens... Oh, yes. Now I remember. She was one of
the representatives at the conference. Strange woman.
She kept staring at my... at me."
"Well, she left some interesting messages on your
answering machine yesterday."
"For me? Are you sure it wasn't a wrong number? I
hardly spent five minutes with the woman."
"Quite sure. She said she got your home phone number
from your boss as a favor, and started calling you from
her cell phone as soon as she had left your firm."
"What could she possibly want from me?"
"It seems she was very impressed with your... your
work and wanted to offer you what sounded like a very
good job, working for her, of course."
"Doing what?" asked the suddenly very wary Carolyn.
"Executive secretary. She said she had been looking
for someone with just your paralegal experience for some
time. She considered your performance on the
presentation to be excellent, and your brief introduction
afterwards as a most satisfactory interview. You are in,
my precious, if you want to be."
"Oh. That's okay then. I don't know. The timing
couldn't be better, and the position does sound tempting.
But... Oh my, Tamiko! What are you doing to me??"
Carolyn gasped.
"But... Go on, continue," Tamiko replied, kissing and
licking the sensitive neck as her hands continued to work
their magic on Carolyn's swollen breasts, her thumbs now
brushing against the erect nipples.
"But, I don't know if I can really trust her. Maybe
it was the way she kept looking at me, that always made
me feel very nervous when I was around her."
"Oh, come on! What could possibly happen?" Tamiko
said convincingly as her right hand crept under the table
towards Carolyn's unsuspecting but very inviting pussy.
End Part X
End of Story (sigh...)
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