Chapter Sixteen - Stella

At a signal from Stein, Stella quickly unsnapped the wrist-locks, pulled Kathy’s hands behind her back and coupled them together. After releasing the short chains that secured Kathy’s ankles, she helped Kathy to stand and supported her while hooking the silver leash to the girl’s collar. Kathy bowed her head as Stella led her out of the room.

Behind her she could hear Stein proposing a toast, “To the late Jeffrey Ryan, and to the young stud who has so completely and forcefully made the former Mrs. Ryan his very own.” Stella closed the bathroom door, cutting off their laughter.

The emotional strain of the last week combined with the utter confusion about her willing subjection to Richie and the physical abuse of the last hour left Kathy in a dazed state. She followed Stella’s directions only half-aware of what was happening. Stella sat her down on the velvet bench, parted her legs and wiped her thighs with the scented oil. She then reapplied the make-up and tried, unsuccessfully, to pin the netting of Kathy’s bodice. It had torn loose and her bare nipples stood out, pink and hard.

Stella removed the pins and ripped the netting off. She then peeled the tight bodice down so that Kathy’s breasts were now fully exposed. “Shoes?” Stella said, stepping back to get a full view of the seated girl whose hands were still shackled behind her back, thrusting her breasts forward. Kathy squeezed her bare legs together. “I think we’ll leave the shoes on,” Stella said, bending down to push Kathy’s knees apart. “Jesus, you made me hot,” she said, pinching one of the stiff nipples. Kathy moaned and struggled against the cuffs that held her wrists. “And look at this,” Stella said, kneeling between Kathy’s parted legs. “So juicy and so very ripe,” she scraped a pointed fingernail against Kathy’s swollen clit.

“Please!” Kathy cried, squirming.

“Patience, my dear, patience.” Stella stood, taking Kathy by the arm. “Come,” she said. Together they entered the mirrored bedroom. Stella closed the heavy door and heard it lock. After freeing Kathy’s hands, she gently laid her back on the bed. Before Kathy could touch herself, Stella had attached each wrist cuff to one of the overhead wires. The wires retracted raising Kathy’s arms a few inches off the bed. Then each wire slid outward along its track until both arms were spread as on a crucifix. Stella then attached the ankle cuffs in the same way. The wires pulled Kathy’s legs up then parted them. Her anus and her cunt were completely bare and reflected in the mirrored walls that surrounded her.

Kathy became vaguely aware of a slight humming sound, and the platform that supported the bed moved a quarter turn so that her spread legs and wet orifices faced the front wall. As soon as the platform stopped, the entire wall, which separated this room from the living room, slowly descended into the floor, exposing her once more to the assembled guests.

She could sense their eyes burning into her openings. She could feel the color rise to her cheeks. Even before Richie took her, she had not been this open to them. An overhead spotlight swiveled slightly until it shown between her spread legs.

The platform turned again affording them, as before, a view from the side. Suddenly Stella was on the bed, naked, kneeling above her, straddling her, leering down at her. She felt Stella’s hands on her breasts, kneading them, pinching her nipples, and Stella’s bony knees pressed tight against her ribs. Then, she felt Stella’s bare cunt hot and wet against her stomach. The horrid old woman smiled lasciviously, wetting her lips and bending her face down to Kathy’s.

“A kiss for Mommy,” she said in a stage whisper, which was meant to be heard by the guests. Kathy looked up in horror at the thin bright red lips, the crooked teeth stained with streaks of brown. The old woman’s breath smelled strongly of whisky. Kathy turned her head away, clamping her mouth shut. “Little slut!” Stella shouted, and smacked Kathy hard across the face. Kathy cried out as much in shock as in pain.