Jemima the Detective

 

Jemima looked up and down the empty road in dismay. Where could Sally Potts have gone? Sally had rounded a bend and Jemima had run to keep up, but when she got there Sally had vanished. How could she go back to Arabella and admit that she couldn’t do a simple thing such as following a vagrant like Sally?

When Arabella had set them to finding Amber the previous day, the other girls had been given serious tasks like questioning the station porter or delivery drivers, or making a map of old barns and disused buildings in the area. Jemima, however, had been instructed to follow Sally when she was released in case she knew more than she had told about Amber’s disappearance, or even went looking for Amber herself. But Arabella had already interrogated Sally herself, quite cruelly, and had decided she knew nothing useful. Secretly, Jemima suspected she’d been given a pointless job as a punishment for not being strict enough with Sue.

Now it looked as though she was going to fail even in this.

“What you doing following me about, then?” a voice demanded right behind her.

Jemima jumped and spun around. Sally was standing there with her fists resting aggressively on her hips. Sally hadn’t seemed frightening when Jemima seen her naked and chained in the pillory. Now, though she was no bigger than Jemima, she suddenly looked threatening and capable of anything.

“I... I wasn’t following you,” Jemima stammered.

“Don’t piss me about. I saw you jumping behind trees every time you thought I was going to turn round. What are you up to?”

“I... I was worried about you.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“When Arabella did those things to your... your...” she nodded desperately at Sally’s breasts swaying freely behind her frayed lace-up shirt.

“You mean when she nearly tore my tits off with her chain and clips?”

“Yes. I thought you might have been hurt. I was just following you to say I was sorry and see if you were all right.”

A mischievous smile flashed across Sally’s face and her manner underwent a sudden change. “Were you really worried about me?” she asked gently.

“Oh yes. Arabella was so nasty. I didn’t want to be there, but Arabella insisted. She’s like that.”

“Well now you can see she what she did. Come on.”

Sally led the way off the road into the trees where she had left her bag.

“I beg your pardon?” Jemima said, following uncertainly after her.

Under the shelter of the trees Sally turned round to face Jemima and pulled open the neck of her shirt. Her breasts squeezed through and bobbed free.

“There, see what she did to me?”

Jemima blushed at the sudden exposure. “I can’t tell...”

“Come closer. You can’t see from over there.”

With embarrassed, hesitant steps Jemima walked up to Sally, who lifted her malleable breasts with her palms so that the nipples pointed skyward. “Do you see the bruises on my nips?”

As Jemima bent forward to look closer Sally grabbed her shoulders, spun her round and pushed. Jemima went sprawling backwards onto a grassy bank with Sally falling on top of her. Pinning Jemima’s arms to her sides with her knees, Sally grasped Jemima’s hair to hold her head steady and wriggled about until her bare left breast was flattened against Jemima’s horrified face.

“Now, you’re going to kiss ‘em better!” Sally rasped.

Jemima’s eyes saucered. “No, please!” She struggled, but Sally was stronger than she was and kept her pinioned, enjoying the futile squirming of the girl’s body under her own.

“Do it!” Sally commanded.

Jemima’s struggles ceased and Sally sensed her surrender. Her face woebegone, Jemima gently kissed the warm globe of flesh.

Sally shifted her position so that her right breast dangled over Jemima’s face. “Now this one!”

Again Jemima obeyed. Her lips were very soft.

Emboldened by Jemima’s compliance, Sally said. “Now suck my nips until they’re hard!”

A momentary flicker of alarm crossed Jemima’s face. Her body tensed against Sally’s, then relaxed again. She opened her mouth and accepted the nipple Sally thrust into it. Her lips closed about it. Sally felt the curious flicker of Jemima’s tongue as it explored the contours of the unfamiliar form. Jemima drew on the teat hesitantly.

“Go on, harder than that!” Sally said.

Jemima’s eyes closed and her lips and tongue began working busily, cheeks hollowing as she sucked as she had been instructed. Sally’s nipple swelled as blood coursed into it.

“That’s better,” Sally said.

Jemima’s face had relaxed. She looked almost blissful as she sucked away.

She was enjoying it! And so, Sally had to admit to herself, was she. It wasn’t quite what she’d planned.

With an effort she raised her shoulders, pulling her breast free from the warm moist haven of Jemima’s mouth and leaving Jemima blinking in confusion. Then awareness returned and Jemima turned her head aside in shame. Sally clasped her chin and twisted it back to face her.

“Just what are you?” Sally demanded. “You couldn’t keep your eyes off what Arabella was doing to me and now you nearly come giving me a tit-sucking!”

Jemima’s face crumpled in dismay. “I know! I can’t help it! I must be very bad. I hated seeing you hurt, but I kept wondering... what it felt like... I’m sorry!” And she broke down into uncontrollable sobbing.

Sally looked down at her in amazement, then shook her head. She was taking her revenge on the wrong person. Though it felt nice, this pretty little mixed-up wimp was too easy a conquest.

She rolled off the distraught girl and wriggled her breasts back inside her shirt. Jemima continued crying. After a minute Sally reached out an awkward hand and patted her shoulder. “All right, you can stop blubbering. I ain’t going to do anything else to you.”

Jemima sat up slowly, pulled a handkerchief from her sleeve and dabbed her eyes. She glanced guiltily at Sally.

“Please... don’t tell anyone about this,” she begged.

“I won’t if you tell me straight why you were really following me.”

Jemima sniffed miserably. “Arabella wants to find Amber Jones and keep her for herself. She wants to train anoth... a slave of her own. She’s got us all out looking. I was sent to follow you because... just in case you did know where Amber was. And now I’ve got to go back to Arabella and tell her how I made a mess of it all...”

She started crying again. Sally sighed in exasperation.

“I told you: stop blubbing! You don’t have to tell Arabella bloody Westlake the truth.”

Jemima caught her breath. “I don’t?” she sniffed.

Was the girl stupid or just too dumb honest? Sally wondered.

“No,” she said firmly. “Well, half the truth, maybe. Did you see the nurse go into the police yard while I was there?”

“Yes.”

“Well she wants to save me from going to the bad by taking me under bond. I said I’d think about it. I’m goin’ to her house by the school gates to look the place over and maybe talk to her again. So I’ll be around here for the next few days at least - and it’s been okayed with Bailey, so he won’t be moving me on. You tell your precious Arabella all that, but not that I saw you, and she’ll think you’ve been real smart.”

Jemima looked a little more cheerful. “I could say that, couldn’t I?”

“‘Course you could,” Sally said encouragingly. “What happened here can be our secret.” If Arabella was going to have her followed, Sally thought, she’d rather it was by Jemima. She might even be able to use her to pass something really misleading to Arabella later on.

Jemima was looking pensive again. “Is it strange to feel the way I do... about girls... and being punished?”

Sally wasn’t sure quite how to respond. “Depends. The funniest things sometimes makes you hot.”

“But did you get excited like that when you were in the pillory... or when Arabella was torturing you?”

“I can get off on a bit of rough treatment,” Sally admitted. “But Arabella’s a mean bitch, the sort that’s never satisfied. She took it too far to be fun.”

“She always does,” Jemima agreed sadly.

 

Jemima returned the playhouse for lunch as agreed, so that Arabella could get reports of their progress.

As the weather had clouded over and was threatening rain, they were all in the old sitting room when she arrived. The other girls were eating their packed lunches while Arabella lounged back in a chair using Sue as a footrest.

Sue was perfectly if uncomfortably positioned to serve such a purpose, confined on all fours by her training harness. Steel rods a foot long with cuff rings mounted on the ends kept her wrists and ankles in close proximity. A three-foot chain connected the two rods, while from the ankle rod another chain ran up under her body and emerged between her breasts to fasten to her collar. These restraints meant that Sue could not straighten her body, and could only move about by shuffling on her hands and knees.

 

Sue’s face was blank of expression, staring sightlessly at the carpet. Her dangling breasts still bore the scratches and prickmarks of yesterday’s torture, but there were no fresh punishment marks on her. In a horrible way Jemima understood her evident misery. Arabella could not be bothered to torment her further. She would continue to use Sue as it suited her, but she was no longer truly interested in her.

As she tucked into her own meal, Jemima gave her edited version of her morning’s investigations and was secretly pleased to see grudging admiration on the faces of the others for the amount of information she had obtained. By the looks of it they had not found out anything useful. At least what she had discovered was interesting and showed she had tried.

“You have been busy, Jem,” Arabella said when she had finished. “It almost makes up for your disappointing behaviour yesterday.”

Jemima felt a sudden shiver at the tone of Arabella’s words. She saw the others were grinning at her nastily. What had they been talking about before she arrived?

“I don’t understand,” Jemima said, trying to keep her voice level. “What did I do wrong?”

“You showed too much concern over this,” Arabella said, tapping her heel on the piece of human furniture before her. “You started cleaning her up while I was still talking to you.”

“But she was bleeding.”

“A few scratches,” Arabella said dismissively. “There was no need to make such a fuss. You have to learn when to show the proper interest in a slave and when to ignore them. They’re here to be used for our convenience, do you understand?”

“Yes, Arabella.”

Arabella smiled thinly. “You do still want to learn about training slaves, don’t you?”

“Oh, yes.”

The other girls sniggered. Jemima gulped.

“Good,” said Arabella. “Then since you seem so fascinated by this one, you can try her out and get a proper taste for what owning a bondslave really means. Or perhaps I should say, she’ll get a taste for you.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Belinda and Penny had risen and stepped quickly over to stand ominously on either side of Jemima’s chair. She tried to stand herself but they firmly held her down. Ernestine appeared with a handful of ropes and in seconds they had tied Jemima’s arms to the armrests of the chair.

“Arabella - stop them!” Jemima wailed. “This isn’t funny!”

“Yes it is,” said Belinda.

“It’s your own fault for going all goopy over the girl,” Ernestine said. “Now you’ve got to be taught a lesson.”

And they began rolling her skirt up to her waist.

Jemima shrieked and kicked, but to no avail.

When her skirt was out of the way they began tugging down her panties. She clenched her thighs together but they slapped and pinched and wrenched them apart until her panties were pulled free of her feet. They then spread her legs and tied them to the feet of the chair so that her private parts were exposed for all to see.

They laughed at her pubic mound and the shy lips below it.

“Now we’ll see if you’re a girl or a woman,” Belinda said.

Arabella had turned Sue round and prodded her forward so that she was crouched in front of Jemima. Now Arabella picked up a device that had been lying along the skirting board and which Jemima hadn’t noticed before.

It was a broomhandle-sized wooden rod with a trigger grip at one end and a rubber phallus at the other. Running along its length through eyelets was a wire cable, which ended at the base of the phallus in a dangling pair of toothed spring clamps.

Arabella sat in a chair opposite Jemima and extended the rod device. The phallus end slid between Sue’s rounded buttocks and butted against her anus. With a sharp shove from Arabella the phallus vanished all the way inside her.

“Put the clips on her,” Arabella told Belinda.

Belinda squatted down and fumbled between Sue’s legs for a few seconds. Sue gave a little gasp and Belinda straightened up.

Arabella squeezed the trigger and the cable tightened. The pink petals of Sue’s inner labia were stretched painfully backwards by the clamps now biting into them, bringing forth another yelp from Sue.

Arabella smiled and looked at Jemima. “That will continue until you come, do you understand?”

Jemima, beyond words, could only nod.

Arabella urged Sue forward with the control rod until her cheeks were brushing Jemima’s pale inner thighs and she could feel her warm breath whispering over her pubic hair. Sue flicked a glance up at Jemima and mouthed: ‘Sorry’; then nuzzled forward under the urging of her Mistress and kissed Jemima’s virgin orifice.

Jemima bit her lip and shut her eyes.

She didn’t blame Sue. She was just a tool of Arabella’s will.

Both she and Sue were helpless prisoners of their secret desires. Now they were paying the price.

Sue began kissing and licking Jemima’s love mouth, gently rousing the petals within into bud and flower. And like a flower a dew was forming as blood pulsed and the delicious knot of pleasure began to tie itself in her loins. Jemima groaned. It was like sitting on the butt again, but this time being able to touch Sue instead of simply looking at her.

Sue’s nose was buried in her now slick and glistening cleft. Her tongue was probing into places Jemima herself had hardly explored. Jemima wanted to surrender herself to the pleasure, but she could not. That was the real torture; feeling the unfriendly eyes upon them. She heard them laughing and making rude comments about her and Sue. They didn’t want to see or share her pleasure, just her shame.

Sue yelped. Arabella had pulled on the trigger that stretched her labia.

“Faster!” she commanded. “Make her beg you to finish her off!”

Sue had to obey, lapping at her like a frenzied dog, concentrating all her efforts on Jemima’s tender swollen young clitoris. And Jemima let the words be dragged from her as she knew they must be if they were both to be saved further torment.

“Please... please... make me come... more... I must come now... yes!”

The fireworks of pleasure exploded within her and for a few seconds nothing else in the world mattered.

Then came the terrible fall into utter humiliation.

Released by the contractions of her orgasm, hot urine was spurting from between her engorged lips. And, as with the butt, it was splashing over Sue’s face which still rested between her thighs. And Sue, the perfect slave, accepted her wetting meekly while the other girls laughed uproariously at their wretched double humiliation.

Jemima broke down and cried.

An eternity later, as it seemed, Arabella was pinching Jemima’s tear-streaked cheeks and forcing her to look her in the eye.

“Learnt your lesson now?”

Jemima nodded.

“Next time don’t disappoint me.”

Jemima shook her head, trying not to tremble.

For the first time she fully realised how much Arabella frightened her.