Chapter 20

Annette Larreau was more enraged than fear-stricken; her pride had been severely damaged. She felt like a complete idiot, having fallen right into their plot as innocently as a lamb being led to slaughter. She couldn't imagine how she might have responded differently; nevertheless, she felt the perfect fool, and it wasn't in her nature to accept that without some sort of retaliation. Thus, although her tears were for the most part tears of anger, the larger portion were pretended, in an effort to gain additional time to think.

She felt that Madeleine wasn't in complete accord with her lover, at least, if she was, her tender, emotional nature was showing through. She had led Annette to the bed, helped her onto it and lay down beside her, cuddling the younger girl protectively to her and continuing to stroke her long dark hair. Annette couldn't help the exciting little fermentations she sensed at the other's naked, full and soft, perfumed breasts against her cheek, and it was then that the first thoughts of a wild plan crossed her mind.

Launcelot was still awake; she could hear him bark occasionally. She wasn't surprised. The animal had always been finicky about his food and would detect and refuse the slightest of tainted or tampered-with meats. If only she could get down stairs and free him... that would change the complexion of things in a hurry... yet, how was she going to get away from Madeleine to do it? She doubted that she could overpower the older, larger girl... but... there might be another way... Dear God... she had never done anything like that in her life... not with another woman... still, as wicked as it seemed, she was not repulsed by the idea... in fact, there was a certain lascivious stimulation that rippled through her at the mere thought, and suddenly, as if of their own volition, she felt her free arm creep around Madeleine's slender waist outside the sheer negligee, her own long, slender fingers trailing lightly over the silky material to feel the warmth of the soft flesh beneath immediately and vibrantly respond to her touch, while with her other arm and hand in under her, she eased those fingers forward to graze and brush with taunting delicateness the smooth resilient flesh of the other's heavy smooth rounded breasts.

Madeleine tensed and made an audible little gasping sound at the tantalizing contact of her still-swollen breasts with the girl's long slender fingers. Her own reaction embarrassed her: that another girl could stimulate her this way was absurd. It was simply the aftermath of the forbidden pleasure she had enjoyed while she was waiting for them to arrive... besides, Annette had meant nothing... the poor girl was simply overwrought at her sudden situation was all.

"Cherie, listen to me," Madeleine whispered while simultaneously she ran her hand over the girl's long silken hair. "It'll be all right. You mustn't let yourself get upset like this. Think of it this way: how many people has your father inflicted his horrors upon? Believe me ma chere, nothing is going to happen to you. I promise... I won't let anyone hurt you..."

Slowly, Annette raised her face so that her damp eyes looked upward into Madeleine's dark ones. She pressed her willowy body tighter against the near-naked, soft contours of the larger girl, molding herself to them while her hand clasped with open palm at her back and the other opened slowly to cup with gentle fingers Madeleine's firm erect breast.

Once more, Madeleine gasped, only this time she felt herself automatically maneuvering Annette's long, supple body tightly to her while she pressed her own curvaceous form against it. She bent her head downward as Annette raised hers, both of them straining until their lips met, gently at first, each feeling the full sharp delineated imprint of the other, and then more furiously.

Both were rigid at first, confused, finally relaxing under the pressure, their tongues meeting at the point of contact, their bodies following it up, beginning to undulate and rub briskly against one another, their loins endeavoring to meet as were their lips.

"Oh God, Madeleine," Annette breathed in French, all of her brief, fore-laid plans momentarily forgotten. "I... I don't know what's come over me... you're... you're lovely..."

"Don't... don't speak," said Madeleine, forcing her tiny pink tongue into the offered small, receptive mouth, while at the same time her hands began to caress the other's smaller breasts outside her clothing, and traverse down her ribs to the swell of her hips there to gently cup and massage Annette's firm, warm- fleshed buttocks.

Annette felt completely bewildered, both aggressive and passive; she hadn't expected it to go this way at all. An odd feeling was tormenting her stomach, and she suspected that Madeleine might be experiencing the same. The intimate touch of another woman had both excited and revolted her, the combined effect of the two powerful emotions leaving her nearly helpless to act. Her initial plan was floating about in her brain, hardly making heads or tails at the moment. She doubted that Madeleine was a lesbian... in fact, felt certain she was not, anymore than she, herself, had ever felt such desires... yet, there was no questions of what was happening between them...

"Let's take off your clothes," Madeleine said. "My God, hurry, take them off... let me... let me!"

Annette felt completely bewildered. She wanted whatever was to come, just as she had wanted her first "fix" of heroin. She lay back and let Madeleine undress her with trembling hands. In seconds, she was naked and Madeleine had removed her negligee. She felt her slim, firm, willowy body quiver with anticipation and closed her eyes as movements took place on the bed that jostled her lightly. Then Madeleine's hand reached out to touch and caress her small, firm breast and Annette experienced another wild little sensation. She moaned behind her closed eyes, feeling the long, gentle, slim fingers catching at her nipple, rolling and squeezing it in a tender understanding way that only a woman could know. She sensed her whole being quiver at the lewd forbiddenness of their performance. She'd given herself to perverted gratification before with Launcelot, Armand and others, but nothing in her makeup had ever accepted Saphism, yet at that moment her whole body was alive with a growing lust, and she couldn't, had she wanted to, resist the voluptuous girl's advances.

The alien fingers crept over her like spiders as they gently rolled her onto her back, her head against the pillow. She nervously moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue as she felt Madeleine's soft, lipstick-tasting mouth engulf the nipple of her left breast, all of the brownish areola and the hard berry- like nipple with a swiftly flickering tongue that sent urgent, taunting messages radiating outward along nerves of her brain... to sweet conditioned responses.

Slowly, Madeleine slithered up her sleek, vibrant body until their faces were level with each other, and her thigh crept along Annette's entwining around it, her soft curling fleece of pubic hair brushing warmly against that of her partner. Again, her lips found Annette's with an agile, pliant, soft, sweet, knowing possession, and her tongue fluttered into her mouth.

Even though there was still shame and fleeting moments of revulsion inside her at the mere thought of their licentious doings, the young Annette couldn't help responding. She sucked at the invading tongue as Madeleine's hand trailed over her passion- filled body with fascinating touches, running over her breasts, her sides and back, their bodies finally locking together as the caressing hand reached her buttocks and pulled them apart to stroke excitingly at her tiny puckered anus with delicate, knowing fingers.

At last, Madeleine raised above her, taking Annette's left breast in her hand, her fingers teasing the palpitating, distended nipple. She let her eye rove over the younger girl's slender, supple nakedness in confused delight. Finally, her voice trembling as she said: "I--I have never done this before, ma chere... Mon Dieu... do you believe me? The... the very touch of your warm, smooth skin is driving me wild... I... I don't know what's come over me... but I want to bring you happiness... I must... do... do you understand that?"

"O--Oui, cherie," Annette hissed, "I--I do understand... I want you to... I want you to! And then... I'll make you happy... !"

"Oh... Oh God..." Madeleine moaned breathlessly. "Oui... we will make each other happy, cherie. I... I'm going to make you cum as no man ever could... ! I know... I know where a woman likes to be touched... !"

"Ohhhh, Oui... s'il vous plait, ma chere,... Hurry! Hurry!" Annette whimpered up into Madeleine's panting face, watching and waiting tensely as the blonde girl began to slide away... down her trembling, passion-incited body.

Slowly, she raised her head to watch in half antipathetic captivation as Madeleine suddenly nestled her face into the hollow of her slightly spread thighs. Immediately, she was nearly overcome with wild, erotic sensations that danced and rippled through her loins and belly as she felt soft kisses along the hot flesh of her inner-thighs, felt the warm puffs of breath and then... the magic, wet contact of Madeleine's tongue licking the soft, fleece-lined cleft as if experimentally... simply licking in long grazing strokes from the bottom to the top, not entering, but causing an involuntary, slight lifting of Annette's loins with each tantalizing up-lick of tongue on her sensitive labia.

Annette felt her clitoris quivering into hardness and knew that it was peeking out from its hooded little canopy, enjoying the first stab of ecstatic bliss as the tiny pink tongue grazed it. She expelled her breath with a hissing sound, rolling her head back and forth on the pillow, while Madeleine, growing braver, eased her tongue inside the rapidly moistening split to draw it upward from the very vaginal mouth... upward toward the tingling bud of her clitoris.

Annette's throat began to work insanely. She held her breath, then exhaled sharply at the delicious contact... and suddenly, there came new delights.

Madeleine, whose own soft, white loins were alive with little tongues of ever-increasing, carnal flame at the unexplainable and uncontrollable desires racing through her, hungrily pressed her lips closer, separating the soft, fleshy, hair-sprinkled flanges of Annette's tight vaginal slit, reaching up simultaneously with both hands to caress the small and firm erect breasts, while her mouth became ravenous, open and hot, nothing but tongue invading the seething, wet cunt before it, nothing but tongue lashing at the erect clitoris, tongue everywhere in the willowy girl's throbbing pussy, slippery in the lubricating juices mixed with her own saliva... lizard-like in the rapidly dilating vagina, and always returning to the sensitive, tingling clitoris.

Annette moaned passionately while ripples of lust-incited enchantment convulsed her smooth, sensuous flesh. She began to pant explosively and drew back her legs, thrusting her crotch upward lewdly to bring the magic tongue tighter into the quivering center of her body.

Madeleine was gasping, sucking air in short surges, never breaking the fervent, swirling contact of her eager mouth, tongue and lips. Even her nose was buried, immersed in the moist, pink, velvety flesh of Annette's now steaming cunt.

"Ooohhhh... Oooohhh... cherie! It's too much... I can't stand it!" Annette wailed. "Oooohhhhhh... !" Her voice died away in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh and then broke out once more in a thin, high pitched whine as her passion began to overflow all bounds she had ever known and swept through her loins with the raging fury of a prairie fire. She twisted in the grip of her sweet agony, jerked and writhed, but didn't break with the open, sucking mouth glued to her cunt, while the flickering, enrapturing tongue played like summer lightning over her clitoris, sending the sharp forks of jagged electricity through her body to her confused, if, elated brain.

Frantically, she endured the pleasure, gasping, groaning, clutching at Madeleine's long, blonde tresses with clawing fingers... at last, shuddering violently, then relaxing... with spaced convulsing jerks as Madeleine continued to lick and suck, refusing to end it.

Madeleine's own desire had reached such a point that she doubted if she could bear it much longer. Her soft round belly and inflamed loins were quivering hotly in their craving need for fulfillment. She could feel the moisture seeping readily in little rivulets from her own excited, swollen cunt-lips, yet, she did not want to give up the ecstatic joy that Annette's luscious, tight, moist pussy was giving her, and though she eased away from the other's clitoris, she plunged her tongue into the vagina, tasting the slightly acid-like secretion, licking passionately the now-flushed and swollen cunt-lips.

"Mon Dieu!" Annette exclaimed, drawing shuddering breaths. She was no longer certain if she had cum or was cumming, the breath-taking sensations spiraling constantly through her pleasure-racked body having arrived at a point of continuous flow, without interruption, until she was almost completely enervated. She couldn't push Madeleine's head away, nor could she close her thighs. Dear God, she was going to lose her mind! She sobbed aloud and Madeleine returned to her wild tonguing of the hard little bud of her clitoris, making her convulse as her stomach muscles went rigid and her hands locked around the blonde head... wanting, yet not wanting, her to stop. Once more, she spasmed inside, her orgasm as gentle as a runaway freight car, her heart slamming wildly in her chest, her mind awash in the momentary bliss as little animal-like sounds gurgled up from deep in her throat, while her eyes glazed and her mouth hung limply open.

Still, Madeleine kept on, and it was at that moment the heavy running sounds of thundering feet came to Annette... familiar noises she would have quickly identified had she control of her wits.

Sir Launcelot announced his entrance with a loud bark and in a flash he leaped onto the bed with bared fangs, standing over Madeleine's prone body between Annette's wide-spread thighs. Madeleine screamed, trying to roll away, but the great animal's fierce growl and gleaming teeth paralyzed her.

"No! No!" Annette managed, raising to her elbows. "No, lover!" She ordered the beast. "Friend! It's all right, lover... She's a friend... you hear? Friend!"

Slowly, the massive dog seemed to comprehend, covering his teeth, his round, devoted eyes darting from his mistress back to the warm, white body of the blonde girl lying in still frozen horror beneath him. His ears seemed to snap erect and his long nose lifted as if his nostrils had suddenly sensed a pleasing and arousing smell. Abruptly, he whimpered and gazed longingly at his mistress.

Annette understood. She couldn't contain her little smile.

"Dear God! Get him off me!" Madeleine gasped in fright. "I don't dare move... Please, cherie..."

"Don't worry, he won't hurt you," said Annette. "I've told him you're a friend... He'll do whatever I tell him... but how did he get free? I thought Shannon locked him in a room?"

"S--So did I," stammered Madeleine, lying unmoving on her belly and looking pleadingly with raised eyes upward between Annette's firm, pointed little breasts at her smiling face. "He must have put him in the room with the broken knob... if he jumped up against the door, it would come open..."

"Well, well," Annette said, continuing to smile. "So, this changes the whole picture, doesn't it, Cherie? Now, I have my baby with me to give me protection, eh... ?"

"P-Please, Annette... after what I just did for you... would you do anything to hurt me?" Madeleine pleaded, her eyes wide with both fear and mental hurt. "I thought that we... that you..."