Chapter Four

 

Dorothe nipple nipped with her teeth, and Noelle did not try to move the nipple away.  Dorothe’s nips became almost outright biting.  Still no move by Noelle to protect herself. 

“Erm, erm, erm.”

It was clear she would accept anything and everything that the “lesbian stranger” did to her.  If Noelle wasn’t fighting it now, when would she?  Answer: never.

Bellamy knew from her own experiences the invisible threshold Noelle was crossing.  It was one thing to accept unwanted pleasure.  It was, after all, pleasure.  It was another thing to accept pain.  Noelle was letting a stranger cause her pain, yes, mixed with pleasure, but it was still pain.

Letting someone else have the authority to apply pain, to make those physical decisions without Noelle’s input, was a deeper level of submission.

“Erm, erm, erm.”  Noelle’s sounds were tit-muffled and interspersed with wet slurping sounds. 

Bellamy thought the clumsy, awkward sounds Noelle made were sexy as hell.  Yet Bellamy was sure Noelle would be embarrassed by them if she ever watched the video of herself. 

Bellamy admitted that she’d also be embarrassed if there was a video of her near-orgasmic and half-choking on a tit while making those sexy sounds.  Why was it that people at their sexiest would be embarrassed by their passion?  Bellamy knew why.  Sex is bad.  Everyone learned that growing up in America.

Noelle would be shamed just from feeling and showing that passion.  Yet, she was a victim and hadn’t done anything wrong.  Bellamy was sure Dorothe would get Noelle to do lots of bad things soon as she had with Bellamy, but, so far, Noelle was just a victim, a very sexy one, and yet she’d be filled with shame over what happened so far.

Mistress Dorothe, on the other hand, was a nasty naughty bitch who did wrong on an every day, fish swimming in water, basis.  But did she feel shame?  None.

Bellamy saw a thoughtful, calculating look on Mistress Dorothe's face.  Mistress Dorothe saw Bellamy look at her and pulled her fingers out of Noelle's pussy.  She used one juice slick finger to point at a nearby mini-table.  On it was a pen and a pad of paper.

Bellamy frowned.  What the hell?  Mistress Dorothe wanted to write a note?  Oh yeah, Mistress Dorothe couldn't talk without giving things away.

Bellamy walked silently on the well-built wood floor and retrieved the items for her Mistress Dorothe.  Dorothe put her fingers back to work in Noelle's pussy but pulled them back out again to take up the thick pen.  Bellamy held the pad in place while Dorothe wrote on it. 

Bellamy could feel the heat of Dorothe's and Noelle's bodies.  Noelle's snuffling breaths were loud enough to cover any tiny noises from Bellamy’s movements or that the pen on paper made.

When Dorothe finished writing, she gave Bellamy the slick pen and plunged her wet fingers back into Noelle. 

Bellamy read the note.  It was instructions. 

Get between Noelle’s legs and talk dirty to her.  Tell her what a lesbo slut she is.  ETC.  ETC.  Then suck Noelle’s pussy but don’t let her cum yet.  I’ll nod to you when it is time.  Then suck on her clit and stick a finger up her ass!

Yes, Mistress Dorothe’s note even had the exclamation mark at the end.  Say what you wanted about Mistress Dorothe, but she was an enthusiastic lesbian seduction dominator. 

Mistress Dorothe wanted to drive Noelle crazy with the need for orgasm and wanted to build it into a big one before she let it happen.  That was a classic Mistress Dorothe move!  And she also wanted to involve ass play on Noelle.  Also classic.  No entry points were off-limits to Mistress Dorothe.

Mistress Dorothe liked to take her women every which way and with no limitations.  It further established Mistress Dorothe could do anything, and they’d let her do anything to them.  Bellamy knew it did something else, though, something a bit sneakier.  It became a Mistress Dorothe selling point.  So much of what she did no one else would do.  Her subs, and Bellamy had had these thoughts as well, thought that if they left Mistress Dorothe or refused her anything, that they might never find anyone else who would do these things to them.

Even though the uncommon “things” were not wanted by the seductees at first, they later did not want to give them up.

Bellamy put the note in her discarded pants.  Leave no evidence!  Then Bellamy took her position between Noelle’s legs while Dorothe watched approvingly with one of Noelle's nipples in her mouth. 

Dorothe released the lip-captured nipple, and it snapped back in place.  Dorothe pressed her sucked breast down harder, so it filled some of the gaps and spaces around Noelle's face, effectively blinding her even more completely just in case. Dorothe’s tongue darted and slapped at Noelle’s hardened nipple like Dorothe could not lick it fast enough. 

Bellamy knew what Dorothe was doing, besides the obvious.  She was inundating Noelle with as much pleasure as she could manage to erode Noelle’s remaining willpower if she had any willpower left in her willpower tank.

Bellamy spoke and tried to sound sexy, which wasn’t hard to do given her passion, “Noelle, I’m going to take care of your pussy.  Your slutty lesbian pussy that is connected to the rest of your lesbian slut self.  I just love your tit sucking on me.  You really love tit.  You can’t get enough.  That’s true of all lesbian sluts.  You are an excellent lesbian slut.  You’re such a good lezzy.  You’re such a sexy lesbo.  Fuck, you’re as much or more of a lesbo than your little sister.”

Noelle's tit sucking slowed and paused.  She was obviously trying to think.

Can't have that!

Bellamy planted her face into Noelle's needy pussy and went to work licking and tonguing furiously.  Noelle arched her tummy up, but Dorothe's weight placement kept her firmly in control.  Noelle wasn't trying to get away anyway.  She was just reacting.

Just as quickly as Noelle had tried thinking, she gave it up.  Bellamy knew her words were still inside Noelle’s head, bouncing around, that she’d be troubled because of them and yet more aroused by them.

Bellamy, once she had Noelle's pussy taste in her mouth, moved her attention to Noelle's clit and sucked hard on it.

That was it.  It was all over right then.  It was all over but the writhing and the groaning. 

Bellamy realized Noelle was about to orgasm and knew that wasn't part of the plan.  Not yet.  She abandoned the clit and went back to licking Noelle's pussy, but this time she kept her tongue on the outside of Noelle’s pussy.  Bellamy made slow sweeps up and down, often off-center.  This would feel real nice to Noelle but hopefully wouldn't be enough to bring her to orgasm.

She kept this up, and Mistress Dorothe and Noelle above her kept sucking on each other's nipples. 

Bellamy saw Mistress Dorothe frequently nip at Noelle's nipples.  Bellamy knew Dorothe was using pain to ensure Noelle did not orgasm yet. Bellamy also knew that when Noelle eventually did orgasm, that same pain would make the orgasm stronger by contrast alone, even if Noelle had nothing of the masochist in her.

Bellamy was a little worried though by how savage Dorothe's bites were.  Noelle's nipple looked red, swollen, and very sore from the bites.  Was Dorothe trying to inflict extra pain because she felt like she still had a score to settle?

Then the reason occurred to Bellamy.  Noelle was probably on strong pain killers for her injuries, and Dorothe was biting harder to make it through the protective screen of pain killers.  Noelle certainly did feel it as her grunts and groans at each bite testified.

Bellamy knew Mistress Dorothe’s overall plan because Mistress Dorothe told her just before they came down the stairs.  Although Mistress Dorothe demanded blind loyalty, she herself was not blindly trusting, not even of women who submitted to her. 

The half-bubble camera was documenting Noelle sucking tit and Noelle receiving oral attentions and would record Noelle’s upcoming climax.  All the video was being saved to Lara’s computer and sent to Dorothe’s email as well.  Dorothe wanted proof so there could be no future denials by Noelle as to what she did.  Also, hopefully, Noelle also wouldn’t reject lesbian sex or, more specifically, Dorothe Gerbach.

Bellamy thought it was ironic.  If Noelle were an average person, the video of Mistress Dorothe involved in sexual activity with her might be worse for Dorothe Gerbach than herself.  But Noelle wasn’t an average person.  True, she had no husband, but she did have a wealthy family, social standing, and an inheritance hanging over her head.

Bellamy supposed both Mistress Dorothe and Lara would have the goods on Noelle.  Either one could make Noelle do nearly anything they wanted as long as Noelle didn’t see it as worse than losing everything.

Bellamy dug her tongue into Noelle's pussy, and Dorothe chomped and sucked away at Noelle's nipples.  She'd pick on one and then release it, sparing it for the moment but only to persecute the other one.

Noelle sucked at Dorothe's breast like a hungry newborn calf.  Noelle did not bite.  She knew her role without having to be told.  She could take pain and would but was not supposed to give pain.

Ah, yes, the Dorothe Gerbach one-way street of sexual pain infliction!  A street Bellamy had often traveled during the last few days.

After a few minutes, the jiggle and ripples across Noelle's belly foretold an imminent orgasm.  Bellamy wasn't sure if it was what Dorothe wanted, so she looked to her for direction.  Dorothe released one very red, swollen, sore nipple just for an instant to give Bellamy her nod of approval.

On with the orgasm!

Bellamy remembered her Mistress’s instructions.  She had full access to Noelle.  There was nothing Noelle could do about it, even if her knees weren’t busted up.  Bellamy slid her index finger into Noelle’s slit.  She ran it up and down, then plunged it in. 

Noelle ermed louder.  Then Bellamy withdrew her finger and ran it down to the bottom of Noelle’s slit.  Noelle no doubt assumed Bellamy’s finger would then change course and head back up.

You know what they say about assuming!  Yeah, it makes you take a finger up the ass!

Bellamy slid her wet finger down and out of Noelle’s slit, across her perineum, and found her butt hole.  Noelle tensed like she realized something was amiss but maybe could not put her finger on it.

But Bellamy’s finger was already on it!

Bellamy plunged her finger up Noelle’s ass.  It met less resistance than she thought she’d meet.  She may have used more force than needed, but her finger successfully popped all the way in up to the knuckle.

Noelle ermed loudly, made a whiny squeal, and then groaned.

Bellamy drove her finger in and out.

Bellamy captured Noelle's clitoris between her hard pressing lips and fluttered her tongue on its end.  Noelle’s orgasm crested and crashed like it had been battering at a door that Bellamy had just opened with her mouth. 

Fluids ran out of Noelle's pussy.  Bellamy did not bother with them though she felt a warm wetness on her chest. 

Dorothe motioned for Bellamy to stand and come over to her.  Bellamy had no idea what the next stage of Dorothe's plan was or if it was all spur of the moment from there. 

Noelle had stopped tit-sucking due to exhaustion and distraction from her orgasm, which still seemed to be rippling up and down her body.  Dorothe slid a hand between her torso and Noelle's eyes, covering her already closed eyes.

Dorothe was taking no chances an eyelid may crack open at an inopportune moment. 

Dorothe pulled her upper breast free of Noelle's slack mouth and straightened. 

Of course, if Noelle was in a thoughtful state instead of such a lustful one, this move could have made her suspicious.  Why was the stranger putting her hand over Noelle's eyes?  But Noelle lay there oblivious even with the hand covering her closed eyes.

Mistress Dorothe held up two fingers of one hand and made a repeated rotating motion with them.

Bellamy got it.  Dorothe wanted them to switch places.