Chapter Two

 

Mistress Dorothe led the way into the downstairs den.  It was huge, and, almost stereotypically, there were various animal heads on the upper walls.  The ceiling was fifteen feet high.  There were also half a dozen entire large stuffed game fish attached to polished boards.  It looked like Noelle’s and Lara’s father was a hunter. 

Bellamy, always at least a little in threat-assessment mode, knew the fact the father was a hunter meant there must be a number of rifles somewhere in the place.  Not a worry with Noelle's wounds as per Noelle but, if the father came back and saw something he didn't like....

Noelle was propped up in a huge leather chair, likely the father's.  The chair was massive and in a reclined back position, so it was almost a bed.  Noelle's back was to them, and she faced the television, a flat-screen that more or less covered one wall.  It looked like something that would hang above the end zone in a small stadium.

Dorothe turned to Bellamy and pressed one finger against her closed lips.  Bellamy saw she was smiling.  Dorothe was so psycho crazy!  She was enjoying this!

Bellamy, used to tough situations and confrontations, was literally sweating with tension.

Bellamy would have preferred trying to defuse a live bomb.  Noelle may be a bigger challenge.

The loudness of the show Noelle watched prevented her from hearing Dorothe attach the half-ball camera to a wall about chest height to the left of Noelle.

Bellamy wanted to shake her head in dismay.  It wasn’t good enough for Dorothe to do some bad thing to Noelle.  She had to have an audience and not just any audience either.  Noelle’s little sister, Lara, would see every detail of what happened. 

Bellamy thanked God she had no sister or brother for Dorothe to show video of Bellamy sexually compromised.

Dorothe came up directly behind Noelle. 

She pulled her shirt over her head and was naked from the waist up. 

She began massaging Noelle's neck.  Noelle’s shoulders were heavily bandaged.

Noelle spoke, still looking at the show she was watching, some political show, “You don't have to do that.”

She obviously thought it was Lara rubbing her neck!

Dorothe kept rubbing.  Noelle did not protest further.  After a minute, Noelle even tilted her neck back and forth to facilitate and partially direct the rubbing.

Noelle spoke again, her voice dreamy and her eyes closed, “Lara, you can be so nice.  You're such a good person.  I don't know why you fell for that evil cunt Dorothe.  That fucking bitch.  Making you get those tattoos and making you run around naked.  I thought Dad would get a gun and shoot you, and I thought Mom was going to end up in a sanitarium.  Are they still called sanitariums nowadays?  You need to stay away from that horrible cunt.  I don't care if you're a lesbian.  I mean, whatever.  I guess I'm the one who has to give Mom and Dad heirs.  Just find someone, anyone, other than Dorothe Gerbach.”

Dorothe twisted around, looked back at Bellamy, and grinned.  Noelle's comments did not seem to bother her at all.  They just amused her.

Dorothe jerked her head at Bellamy. 

It was time.

Bellamy walked around in front of Noelle.

Noelle started and then froze.  Bellamy wasn’t sure if Noelle recognized her from her parking garage attack, but she certainly realized there was a stranger in the house.

“Hi.” Said Bellamy. “I’m a friend of Lara’s, your little sister.  I’ve brought a friend with me, and she’s the one giving you a neck massage.  We’re here to visit you, make sure you don’t get bored, and, ah, to expand your horizons.  We’re going to give you a whole new perspective.”

Noelle said nothing at first.  She was startled and still scared or uncertain by this unexpected visitation.  She was also probably trying to understand what Bellamy’s words meant and what Bellamy intended. 

She had no idea if Bellamy was friend or foe. 

Noelle tried to look behind her to see who was rubbing her neck, but she had no angle to do it, and Dorothe had her hands firmly on her while standing directly behind.  Unless Noelle could slide her eyes up to the top of her head, she couldn’t see Dorothe.  Well, not even then because of Noelle’s blonde hair.

Noelle frowned.  It was coming home to her.  She was helpless with a gunshot to each shoulder and her knees injured from Dorothe smashing them with Bellamy’s expandable baton after Noelle passed out from the gunshot wounds.

Bellamy saw no recognition in Noelle’s eyes.  Noelle did not know who Bellamy was, but she did know she did not know her, and someone else she suddenly realized might not be Lara was rubbing her neck. 

That had to make her feel even more vulnerable.  The neck was one of the most vulnerable spots on the human body.  Breathing, blood flow to the brain, ability to speak, the vulnerable voice box, jugular, and the spinal cord all depended on the neck or were in the neck.

Noelle narrowed her eyes, “Who are you?”

“I told you.  We’re here to help keep your mind busy.  Lara let us in.  You trust Lara, right?”

Noelle looked like she did not trust Lara.  Noelle looked like the idea of trusting Lara was scary.  Bellamy was sure it hadn’t occurred to Noelle that Lara might let something like this happen, though.

Bellamy said, “Go ahead and just close your eyes, Noelle.  It’s time not to be bored.”

Noelle shifted her weight with difficulty like she meant to lean her upper body up.  Nope.  That wasn’t happening.  Dorothe’s hands would not let her.

Noelle burst out, “You can’t--!”

Bellamy shushed her, “Yes, we can, and we will.  Now, I said to close your eyes.  Close them.  Or you can look at me if that’s what you want.”

Bellamy took off her top and was nude from the waist up.  The barbells in her nipples felt heavy, and she bet her nipples were red and swollen.  Swollen from the piercing and from arousal.  What they were doing with Noelle was a huge risk but damned if Bellamy wasn’t starting to get turned on.

She was a good useful tool for Mistress Dorothe, and perhaps they’d be able to add another tool to Dorothe’s human toolbox.

Noelle snapped her eyes closed like she worried Bellamy’s bare breasts might burn them.

Bellamy understood why Dorothe had removed the bells from Bellamy’s newly pierced nipples.  It facilitated sneaking up on Noelle and then kept her from getting distracted by them during… this.

It came home to Bellamy.  This.  They were seducing Noelle.  They were trying to.  It wasn’t just Dorothe, it was Dorothe and her doing this.  In some ways, Bellamy was the lead seductress.

What would the legal system think of them doing this to their attacker, who had felony charges filed against her, who was helpless in her own home?

Not fucking much.  As in, charges could be filed against Dorothe and Bellamy as well.  Even if not, no one at the cop shop would look at her the same again, and the media would have a field day.

Fuck all!  Here Bellamy was risking so much for Dorothe just to please the wicked young bitch!

Noelle kept her eyes tightly closed like she thought if she kept them closed hard enough for long enough that all this might go away.  Bellamy sort of did and kind of did not feel sorry for her.  This bitch had tried to run them over!  On the other hand, this “bitch” was just trying to protect her younger sister from Dorothe.

Now look at her!  She couldn’t even protect herself from Dorothe!  Though she still had no clue Dorothe was behind her, rubbing away.

Then Dorothe's hands moved down to Noelle's breasts.  Noelle’s breasts were fairly big and only covered by a sleek, thin T-shirt with no bra.  She was dressed for comfort at home, and her half-reclined position meant she did not need support for her nicely sized breasts.

Noelle's body tensed, but she did not open her eyes. 

Dorothe worked her hands confidently on both breasts.  Dorothe pressed the breasts towards each other, making them meet in the middle. 

Noelle's body tensed and then relaxed again.  Dorothe’s hands worked in broad deep sweeps.  Noelle kept tensing and then slowly relaxing.  Dorothe’s hands had an effect, and then it seemed Noelle reminded herself not to like it.  It kept repeating.

Noelle took deeper breaths, and the deeper she breathed, the more her breasts stuck out and the more free access Dorothe had to them.  Then the more sensation Dorothe could rub in, making Noelle breathe harder.

It was a vicious circle conducted by viciously ruthless Dorothe as she circled her open hands round and round on Noelle’s chest.

It was interesting that Noelle didn’t try to talk.  It was interesting Noelle said nothing as Dorothe fondled her breasts.

Did she like it too much to say anything, or did she realize no words could stop this?

Dorothe gathered Noelle’s breasts in both hands, cupping them from the side, and pushed them hard like they were piles of sand.  Dorothe pushed Noelle’s breasts towards each other until the two nipples made contact with each other.  She then made the nipples flick back and forth against each other. 

Noelle’s nipples were prominent through her thin, tight top.  They hardened quickly.  The material was light, some kind of silky off-white, and Bellamy could even see the color of Noelle’s nipples almost glowing through the material.

Noelle frowned and apparently felt compelled to speak, “Lara, stop joking around.  Obviously when I said “anyone other than Dorothe Gerbach” I did not mean me.  Ha ha though.”

Noelle seemed to think the second person was her little sister, Lara!

That was exciting to Bellamy, but Dorothe looked at Bellamy expectantly and with urgency.  Bellamy was pretty sure she knew what Dorothe wanted.  If Noelle thought the caresses came from Lara, she would be a more challenging “seduction kill.” Dorothe could not clarify that she wasn’t Lara because her voice might give away her identity, and that might be even more of a sexual buzzkill.

Bellamy said, “Noelle, Lara is upstairs.  That’s my friend.  She, ah, doesn’t talk.”

Noelle again tried to crane her neck to see who it was but without success.  Bellamy thought Noelle was still unsure.

So Bellamy called out loudly up the stairs, “Lara, are you okay up there?”

There was a short delay, and then Lara called back, “I’m, ah, super.  I’m great.  Hey, I’ll be busy with something up here for quite a while, so you guys watch a show.  Or whatever!”

A perfect response.  Now Noelle knew it wasn’t Lara handling her tits.  Watch a show?  Funny that.  It was Lara watching a show upstairs, and the show was her big sister getting seduced into a lesbian threesome with her arch-nemesis.  Bellamy bet Lara was busy up there.  Busy fingering her pussy while watching.

Noelle settled down and settled back.  Her eyes were clenched shut, but her body loosened.  Bellamy thought Noelle might start moaning soon!

Dorothe kept pushing those big nipples against each other.  Those big nipples were getting even a bit bigger. 

Noelle opened her mouth and breathed heavily.  Which Dorothe found opportune. She leaned forward over Noelle's head, Noelle's eyes still closed, and carefully lowered her breast until her nipple, her aureole, and the top cone of her breast fit right into Noelle's open mouth.

The beauty of it was – and there was a lot of beauty around as Bellamy thought both Dorothe and Noelle were quite beautiful though very different looking – that when Noelle's eyes popped open in startled surprise she couldn't see anything other than a closely pressed upper rib-cage, Dorothe’s armpit, and the soft lower globe of Dorothe's left breast.

Noelle still had no idea whose nipple and some breast were in her mouth!  Noelle still had no idea this was her arch-nemesis’s breast in her mouth!

Noelle couldn't speak with the breast flesh inside her mouth, didn't want to bite it because she didn't want to hurt a stranger, or offend a stranger when she was so vulnerable, and she couldn't move her head to the side to extricate the breast from her mouth.  Dorothe's hands still worked Noelle's tits together, making her nipples kiss and rub each other while she enjoyed the soft wetness surrounding the tip of her breast.

Bellamy felt like rubbing her pussy.  She bet Noelle’s sister, Lara, was rubbing her pussy wherever she watched all this on her computer.  Lara was lucky.  She could masturbate in privacy, and Dorothe probably wanted her to masturbate.  Bellamy had no permission to touch herself.

It was so hot watching Dorothe manipulate Noelle, her enemy, physically and mentally.

Yet another sexy woman about to get fucked over by the queen of fucking over, Dorothe Gerbach!

Of course, usually, Noelle could have reached up and moved Dorothe away.  Noelle was a strong athletic type though she was very feminine.  But using her hands was not an option currently, as Bellamy had shot bullets into each shoulder during the parking garage confrontation.  The bullets had been surgically removed, but her shoulders were in set positions to aid in the healing process.

With her tit muffler in Noelle's mouth and Noelle effectively blinded, Dorothe pulled Noelle's thin shirt up until the gathered material stretched tightly across the very top of Noelle's nicely sized breasts.  The stretched fabric made Noelle's full tits bulge and stretch tautly. 

Dorothe used fingers from each hand to capture the base of Noelle's nipples and then rubbed them hard against each other like a miniature queen of the tit hill pushing and shoving contest.  Deciding who would be the queen of two hills, Noelle’s breasts.

Noelle grunted in an unfeminine fashion.  A grunt of protest.

Protest duly noted.  By Bellamy.

Protest duly ignored.  By Dorothe.