Chapter Three
More nipple rubbing. Noelle held her mouth wide open, trying to minimize oral contact with this “stranger’s” breast but all that did was provide more room for Dorothe to sink more of her breast into Noelle’s mouth.
Bellamy watched Noelle’s neck work like she was swallowing saliva, like at a dentist’s office, with her mouth wide open. Noelle made a few snuffling sounds. It looked like the impossible situation was getting to her.
Then Noelle moaned uncertainly.
Bellamy watched Dorothe open her mouth to allow a string of her saliva to drip onto Noelle’s breasts. She showed fair accuracy, with much of it landing on Noelle’s nipples and aureoles. Dorothe rubbed the nipples back and forth on each other, the spit making them slide and shine.
Then Noelle groaned with what sounded a hell of a lot like passion.
Bellamy approached studied Noelle's face from the side. She was careful to approach on Noelle’s right side so she didn’t get in the way of camera view. Bellamy didn’t want to cock-block – clit-block – Lara’s masturbation session as she watched her older protective sister’s downfall.
So far, Bellamy was just an observer, and she dreaded the end of that fairly safe classification. But she was turned on. She had to be honest with herself. Her wet pussy helped make her honest with herself. She guessed her pussy kept her honest about that kind of thing even as Dorothe corrupted her.
She watched Noelle's face closely. She was curious about what was going on in Noelle’s head.
Noelle had to wonder who the nipple and titty top in her mouth belonged to and who was messing with her tits, and why. She must be thinking that she should resist all this.
Noelle's head was shaking back and forth, just slightly, like she was saying no in a tiny way. But she wasn’t trying very hard to get her mouth away from that breast. Maybe she was worried about hurting it. Perhaps she thought Lara had two friends somehow joking around, and Noelle was fighting back by under-reacting or acting like it did not affect her.
Or maybe Noelle was aroused and trying to figure out what to do about it....
There. There it was. Noelle's cheeks, just for a second, indented inward. A suck! She'd made a little experimental suck on Dorothe’s tit.
Maybe it was instinctual. How long could something be in your mouth, while you were distracted before your mouth did something it learned to do as a baby?
Or maybe it was consciously experimental. Noelle had likely never had a tit in her mouth before, and, bam, there was her chance. The fool might think it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Little did she know that if Dorothe got her way that she’d have Noelle sucking tits all over town!
A big smile appeared on Dorothe’s face.
Noelle's nipples looked quite hard! Her eyes were still closed, but they were no longer clenched closed. Bellamy thought maybe Noelle was losing the thread, how she was supposed to be worried, offended, and not a lesbian. She was letting sensation and urge take over.
Which meant she was letting Dorothe take her over! Without even knowing it was Dorothe….
Dorothe, brow furrowed in concentration, rubbed Noelle’s two hard spit-shiny nipples rapidly back and forth against each other like she was trying to start a fire with them. Which she sort of was.
The fire must have got going in Noelle's pussy because suddenly her cheeks pulsed in and out rapidly as she sucked away at Dorothe's tit.
It was intentional now, for sure! Once Noelle started sucking tit it looked like she couldn’t stop. She couldn’t get enough of it. It even looked like she lifted her mouth and opened her mouth wider to fit in more tit!
Dorothe leaned further over Noelle and rewarded Noelle's sucking by doing some sucking of her own. She got her mouth over the two hard captured nipples and had her tongue first join the two of them rubbing away. Dorothe's tongue added to the mix, making a wet little tiny lesbian menage a trois.
Then Dorothe captured a nipple, slurped it hard, released it, and captured the other one. Noelle emitted a long tit-muffled moan.
Bellamy wanted to grab her pussy. Dorothe was almost like a goddess to her, and Noelle was certainly attractive. But the idea that Noelle wasn’t a lesbian and had no idea she was giving pleasure to Dorothe, her enemy, was a massive taboo turn-on. Noelle was playing right into Dorothe’s hands. And mouth.
The fact Noelle had tried to kill them – they were pretty sure she was trying to kill them or, at least, Dorothe – just two days before and was now being seduced by her target was also a huge turn-on.
Bellamy wondered if she could cum just from watching these kinds of things and without touching herself. Before today she would have thought that to be impossible but, right then, she would not have been surprised if she began to cum spontaneously without contact.
Bellamy watched the two enemies suck on each other’s breasts, one knowingly like a fox, and the other in helpless ignorance. Dorothe had two whole tits to play with while Noelle only had the one as Dorothe did not dare try to switch breasts and give Noelle any opportunity to see who it was or any chance to try to talk.
A few minutes went by, slow and arousing. Bellamy felt like her panties were soaked. Because they mostly were. She’d had plenty of time to take off her pants while Dorothe worked on Noelle, and she had. She’d taken off her shoes, her socks, and her pants quietly so as not to disturb Dorothe’s progress in shaping Noelle.
She’d left the panties on, though, perhaps from some vestige of decency. A quick look away from the action down at her crotch revealed a darkening wet spot. That was embarrassing, but who around here would judge her any worse than they already had? Mistress Dorothe already knew Bellamy was a slut, and Noelle had her own problems. Or problem. That problem was sucking on both of Noelle’s nipples right then.
The slurps, moans, and muffled gasps were a suppressed symphony of stimulation. All the verbalizations, even the gasps, were Noelle. Bellamy admired how Dorothe kept in the sounds of passion she no doubt wanted to release. Dorothe had self-control. Unlike some people (cough cough Bellamy cough cough Noelle). Bellamy supposed self-control was a prerequisite to controlling others.
Or maybe not considering some politicians. Perhaps a lack of self-control was more critical in controlling others. After all, weren’t there many people who’d like to control the people around them, or especially one person sexually, but did not try to due to self-control along with empathy?
Whichever. Dorothe certainly did have self-control over whether and how she showed her arousal. Bellamy had experience Dorothe nearly conversational in tone and dialogue right up to her orgasms.
Bellamy could see Dorothe, like Bellamy, also had a wet spot, and it had gone all the way through her designer jean shorts.
Bellamy was also impressed with how attentive and focused, and patient Dorothe was with Noelle's breasts. Usually, Dorothe did not have a long attention span for any one activity. She was impatient. She was always pressing forward. Usually to shatter yet more boundaries of her lover/victim.
But she could be patient and methodic when she wanted to be, even in a passionate situation.
Bellamy saw exactly what the seductress was up to. Dorothe intended to get Noelle absolutely as aroused as possible before Noelle discovered who it was and what was going on. Dorothe was trying to cloud her mind and alter her priorities until an orgasm was perhaps her only priority and not even just her top priority.
Bellamy could see Noelle was getting into the action. She was unabashedly sucking her mouthful of Dorothe tit like she could never get enough. Her cheeks hollowed and released, hollowed and released. Noelle's eyelids, or at least the one Bellamy could see, glowed bright pink from heated passion.
Bellamy wondered if Dorothe could make Noelle orgasm just by working on her tits. If anyone could, it would be Mistress Dorothe!
Noelle spread her legs as well as she could and did little upward bounces of her covered pussy. Noelle looked so lost in tit-sucking that Bellamy thought it was a purely unconscious reaction. It showed Noelle was lost in the unexpected event.
Dorothe looked up at Bellamy. It made her mouth pull up on Noelle’s nipples that were captured in her mouth. Dorothe glared at Bellamy, frowned, and bounced her eyebrows angrily.
Bellamy started and nearly cried out. Mistress Dorothe’s directions! The ones she gave Bellamy before they came down and started in on Noelle.
Bellamy was so fascinated watching the slow-rolling seduction that she’d forgotten. Mistress Dorothe wanted her to go check on Lara. Mistress Dorothe liked control, and control was often about information, knowing more than others.
Bellamy was supposed to find out precisely what Lara was up to. Bellamy guessed Mistress Dorothe wanted to know if Lara was watching what happened with her sister, what her reaction was, or maybe if she was on the phone with anyone.
Bellamy didn’t mind checking. All she knew about Lara was that she was the sister of a Dorothe attacker. It could run in the family! For all they knew, Lara could be calling in a team of mercenaries. Their family looked like they had the money for it.
Checking on Lara was both a security matter and an opportunity – Bellamy could scarcely credit that she thought of it that way, as an opportunity – to obey her Mistress and further prove her subservience.
Jesus. As if the nipple-piercing weren’t enough proof!
She was all Mistress Dorothe’s now. It came home to Bellamy. She was no longer in charge of her fate or, at least, not the lead person in charge of it. Mistress Dorothe would determine her fate.
Bellamy nodded her understanding of Mistress Dorothe’s irritation. Wearing only panties, she left, and took leaping steps up the staircase, and went in search of Noelle’s sister.
She found Lara up the second flight of stairs, on the second level of the mansion, in a bedroom. The thick carpet and excellent construction of the mansion allowed Bellamy to approach silently.
Bellamy stood in the open doorway. Lara was in front of her computer and faced partially away from her. She was watching the camera view Mistress Dorothe had set up. Bellamy saw a view of Mistress Dorothe sucking on Noelle’s nipples though the view of Noelle sucking on Mistress Dorothe’s tit was partially blocked. Mistress Dorothe had told Lara to watch the show, but Bellamy saw Lara was doing more than that.
Lara had a hand down her sweatpants and presumably inside her panties, if she wore any. Bellamy could see that hand was quite active as the loose sweatpants puffed in and out at the crotch from her rapid fingering. It looked like she had a small rabbit in there, desperate to escape.
What Bellamy found most interesting was that Lara had taken off her top, which left her bare above the waist. Lara had nice breasts, though not as nice as her big sister's.
Under Lara's right breast, on the soft flesh below the nipple, was tattooed “This tit belongs to Dorothe.”
Wow.
Bellamy was curious. She bet there was a tattoo on Lara’s other breast as well. That was just balance. But what was tattooed there?
Bellamy carefully maneuvered around to obtain a view of Lara’s other breast. Lara was frigging herself frantically, and her eyes were a narrow squint like she’d just bitten into a lemon. She had to keep them open a little to see Mistress Dorothe defiling her big sister, but Bellamy didn’t think there was much chance Lara would notice her.
Bellamy got the angle and stood on tiptoes to see over and past Lara’s arm on that side.
Under Lara’s left breast was tattooed, “This tit also belongs to Dorothe.” The word “also” was in italics and the “Dorothe” on each breast was in fat pink graffiti-like print.
Bellamy recalled Emily at Dorothe's hotel room talking about Lara and how her family was pissed off about the tattoos Dorothe made her get. Shit, no wonder.
Doing that to beautiful breasts on a beautiful young woman like Lara! Mistress Dorothe was a fucking monster!
Yes, Mistress Dorothe was a monster, no doubt, but… did those tattoos detract from Lara’s good looks… or make her even sexier? It was evidence for all to see of Lara’s obsessive sick… sexy… dedication to Mistress Dorothe and proof of Mistress Dorothe’s sick cruel… sexy… domination.
Bellamy felt her pussy contract pushing blood into her engorged clitoris, and she nearly came right then and there.
The near orgasm shook her, and the knowledge of it also shook her. To get so aroused by such a bad thing….
Lara’s sixth sense kicked in, and she turned and looked at Bellamy.
Lara’s frigging hand stilled, but she didn’t take it out of her sweatpants. She looked uncertain for a moment. She didn’t know Bellamy, not really, and Bellamy was nearly nude and uninvited inside the bedroom.
Brief alarm, but Lara was still in a state of peak passion. With her lesbian nature, seeing beautiful Bellamy nearly nude and also aroused was not a lust dampener.
Lara’s paused hand went back to work and moved even faster in her sweatpants. Bellamy saw that the sister slut wasn't going to let a fellow voyeur slut make her stop.
Bellamy had no interest in stopping Lara anyway. The young woman was sexy as hell. So were those terrible ownership tattoos. Bellamy wondered if there were more elsewhere on Lara's body. She thought it likely that Dorothe utilized Wanda's services to put them on her.
The only question was whether Bellamy would join her in masturbation. Bellamy wanted to, but she knew she’d accomplished all that Mistress Dorothe wanted her to do. Now Bellamy knew, and Mistress Dorothe would know as soon as she asked Bellamy for the information. Lara was watching, and it did excite her and, oh yeah, she even rubbed one out while watching her sister’s seduction.
Bellamy went back down to the basement den.
Bellamy returned to Dorothe and Noelle in time to see Dorothe take the action up a level. Or perhaps Dorothe had awaited her return.
Dorothe gave up squeezing Noelle's breasts together, and Noelle’s breasts flopped back to their regular positions but with Dorothe's mouth still attached to one nipple and her left hand on Noelle's left breast's nipple.
That freed up Dorothe's right hand to snake confidently down Noelle's body towards her pelvis.
Noelle went rigid with apparent awareness, clearly nervous, but she kept up her suction on Dorothe's tit. It was hardly a “no” answer of any sort. Just... awareness.
Noelle wore very loose shorts, probably so she could easily fit them past the cast braces on her knees. They were slick red gym shorts that had not shown any wetness due to the material. Once Dorothe's free hand pushed the shorts down until they ran into the knee casts, Noelle's wetness was obvious to everyone in the room. And to Lara, watching on the camera view.
Noelle hadn't worn any panties that could have soaked up her vaginal secretions. Noelle's pussy was a wet mess. Bellamy doubted she could have gotten any wetter had she gone swimming.
Dorothe's hand sifted through Noelle's wet-darkened blonde pubic hair. She was so wet that if you only looked at her pubic hair you would have thought she was a brunette like Dorothe or Bellamy.
When Dorothe's fingers made firm contact with Noelle's labial lips, delving between them, Noelle released a squeal/groan. It did sound like a protest, but her pussy rose up as her ass lifted despite the pain it probably caused in her wounded knees.
Noelle worked to make her pussy more available, not less. She definitely wanted it.
Dorothe worked two fingers in and out, and Noelle made rapid “Erm, erm, erm, erm” sounds. She sounded like a cartoon character trying to name a pet and having a hard time deciding on a name.
Bellamy thought with uncharacteristic nasty satisfaction, “Yeah, nothing is going to save this bitch now.”
Nothing did save her.