The Black Room (21 page)

Vanessa’s cries increased in volume. She growled words of encouragement down to Kelly. Occasionally she would bark an angry rebuke at the submissive when she did not seem to be using the banana properly.

Kelly could sense Vanessa was close to climax. She smiled happily as she realised she had given her mistress this pleasure. She once again resisted the urge to lick at her clit.

It was difficult to believe she had held Vanessa Byrne as a figure of loathing and contempt earlier in the evening. Kelly knew that nothing had really happened to make her change her mind about the woman. She had simply come to accept Vanessa’s dominance and her own servility. As Vanessa had physically forced her to humiliate herself, Kelly had come to realise she was not worthy of hating Mistress Vanessa.

Unable to resist the temptation any longer, Kelly pressed her nose forward and inhaled the musky scent of Vanessa’s sex. She stroked her tongue across the woman’s clitoris and was gratified by a scream of unparalleled pleasure.

When Vanessa climaxed a spray of creamy liquid squirted from her tightly packed hole.

Kelly felt the banana being pushed out, into her hand. She quickly licked up the mistress’s juices from the woman’s tingling labia. She still had her face buried between Vanessa’s legs when she felt a hand pulling her hair backward.

‘Did I ask you to do that?’ Vanessa asked. Her face was glowing with the warmth of her orgasm but a cold, menacing light glinted in her eyes. She dragged Kelly up from the floor, her hand holding firmly on to a fistful of Kelly’s flame-coloured tresses.

Kelly felt her face being pulled towards the mistress’s. Their noses were so close they almost touched. With a huge effort of willpower, Kelly forced her eyes open and stared unhappily at Mistress Vanessa.

‘Well?’ Vanessa demanded angrily. ‘Did I ask you to do that?’

Kelly shook her head, unable to bring the words to her mouth.

Vanessa shook her angrily. ‘Answer me, you little slut!’ she exploded.

‘I’m sorry, mistress,’ Kelly wailed. ‘I mean…You didn’t ask me. No. I’m sorry.’

A frown of contempt darkened Vanessa’s face. She pushed Kelly down and away from her, releasing her hold on the submissive’s long red hair at the last possible moment. ‘Bend over, on all fours,’ she barked. ‘I won’t tolerate this sort of behaviour. I don’t expect you to think for yourself. When you’re with a mistress you should only do what you’ve been told. Nothing else.’

Kelly adopted the position as she had been instructed, thrusting her buttocks high in the air. She knew what was about to come and she was prepared for it. She had acted for her own satisfaction and that went against everything the Pentagon Agency had taught her.

The first blow of the riding crop struck smartly across both buttocks. It was all that Kelly could do to stop herself from screaming. She had been anticipating the blow but she had never believed it could be so forceful. Bravely she suppressed the cry of despair, warmed instead by the response the punishment inspired.

Vanessa delivered a lengthy series of blows to Kelly’s arse. She used the crop first on one cheek, then the other, then finally across both cheeks. Her aim was unerringly accurate and each blow felt as though it were landing on top of the last one.

As well as the stinging discomfort they inflicted, Kelly realised the blows were also fuelling her treacherous libido. She hated herself for getting pleasure from torture like this but she did nothing to stop Vanessa from administering the punishment. Instead, she simply revelled in the delight of having her backside properly beaten.

When Vanessa eventually threw the riding crop down, Kelly sighed with regret. She stared sadly at the instrument that had been used against her. She almost wished the punishment had not ended so soon. Her buttocks were a flaming red welt of burning flesh. She wondered if the heat of her striped backside had any relationship to the heat of the arousal inside her. As she slowly came to terms with her enjoyment of servility, Kelly suspected there might be a link.

She did not have time to give the matter any great thought. She felt Vanessa moving behind her. Then she felt a hand on her backside. It was a hand that was wet and sticky with honey. Her burning cheeks were daubed with the thick fluid and Vanessa rubbed it in with a cruel hand.

Kelly gasped back sobs of pained embarrassment, determined not to break down in front of Mistress Vanessa. When a honey-soaked finger slid into her anus, she could not stop a cry from escaping her lips.

‘It feels good, doesn’t it?’ Vanessa asked coolly.

Kelly could not think of a reply at first. Then the fear of being punished for not answering encouraged her to respond. ‘Yes, Mistress Vanessa,’ she said quickly. She was not sure if the answer was the truth. She had already guessed what was coming next. This exploratory finger was simply a precursor to Vanessa’s inevitable goal.

The idea of what was about to happen chilled her. It was cruel and obscene but, no matter how much Kelly detested it, she could not deny that the feeling of the woman’s finger up her arsehole was disturbingly pleasurable.

For a moment, Kelly was caught off guard.

Vanessa still had her fingers up the submissive’s arse but Kelly felt something prodding against her pussy lips. She expected it would be the dildo; she could mentally picture it sliding inside when she closed her eyes. Because the phallus did not feel as solid as she had anticipated, Kelly glanced awkwardly between her legs. It came as no surprise when she saw the banana was being pushed into the dark depths of her deep wet hole.

Kelly groaned, a wave of elation sweeping over her as the fruit filled her wanton hole. Her arms and legs began to tremble in an involuntary spasm. The thrill of an orgasm threatened to erupt yet again inside her. Vanessa only slid the banana in and out twice but it was enough to make Kelly scream with delight.

‘Here,’ Vanessa barked.

Kelly heard the voice as though it were far away. She half turned to face the mistress and saw the woman was offering her the banana. Not sure what she was expected to do with it, Kelly took the offered fruit and breathed a soft thank you.

‘Eat it,’ Vanessa told her coldly.

Kelly swallowed nervously.

‘Eat it right now,’ Vanessa repeated.

Kelly sniffed the fruit warily. The scent of the banana was still there but it was mingled with so many other aromas. Knowing better than to incur Vanessa’s wrath, Kelly pushed the banana into her mouth and began to chew. She could taste the flesh of the fruit but this was just a subtle flavouring. The taste of the honey filled her mouth, sickeningly sweet and a poignant reminder of all that had transpired so far. There was also the subtle musky taste of her own and Mistress Vanessa’s juices. The two flavours were beautifully intermingled and Kelly felt her arousal being rekindled as she enjoyed the fruit.

She would have loved to savour the flavour. Kelly could not believe it was possible to enjoy such a strong arousal from a taste but this was exactly what she was experiencing.

Vanessa did not allow her any time to savour the pleasure.

As Kelly took her second bite from the banana, Vanessa removed her fingers from the girl’s anus. She pressed the tip of the strap-on dildo against the rim of Kelly’s arsehole and bucked her hips forward. In one slow movement, the dildo entered Kelly’s backside.

She sighed with a mixture of shock and euphoria. She had barely had a chance to catch her breath when Vanessa started to slide the strap-on out of her. The muscles of her sphincter were clamping tightly down around the intrusive length of plastic. A tingling rush of pleasure filled her entire body.

Then Vanessa plunged the dildo back into her.

Kelly shrieked happily.

‘Eat your banana,’ Vanessa said.

This was all being done for a purpose, Kelly realised suddenly. She knew exactly why Vanessa had her in this position. It was not merely an act of sexual humiliation; this was far more personal than that.

It should have been upsetting, she thought. She was suffering total humiliation on so many levels she could not begin to calculate them all. Her face was crimson with shame and the cheeks of her arse burnt furiously from the beating she had received. She could picture the scenario Vanessa was replaying for her and the memory stung far worse than the marks on her backside. And yet, the embarrassment and mental discomfort were just as sexually arousing as the languid strokes of the plastic cock that filled her arse.

As she swallowed another mouthful of the pussy-juice-scented banana, Kelly fought against the rising threat of an orgasm. It was a futile struggle but Kelly thought it was probably her last hope. This was the ultimate she could envisage in humiliation. If she did not try and fight against it now, she would spend the rest of her life as a submissive. She did not know if this was a good or a bad thing but she wanted time to consider all her options before committing herself to just one of them.

Unfortunately for Kelly, the decision was out of her hands.

Vanessa struck her hand against Kelly’s backside. Her fingers landed hard and accurate on the stinging red marks that striped the trainee’s arse. At the same time she plunged the strap-on dildo deep inside the submissive’s anus.

Kelly lost her battle against the impending rush of pleasure. A cry of bewildered joy burst from her lips. She felt her limbs trembling with uncontrolled ecstasy. Her knees buckled first, then her elbows. The tingling wave of delight continued to sweep over her. Helplessly, Kelly collapsed on to the kitchen’s linoleum floor.

Vanessa stared down at her, an inscrutable expression on her face.

Kelly looked into the mistress’s eyes, wondering what the woman was thinking. She did not know whether to apologise for collapsing, or thank her for the pleasurable punishment she had given. Eventually she remembered it was not her place to speak until she was spoken to. Her tremors of delight were quickly replaced by a nervous shiver as she lay beneath Vanessa’s icy-cold stare.

‘Get washed, finish my salad, then join me in the lounge,’ Vanessa said. ‘I think that you and I have a lot to talk about.’

With this said, she turned her back on Kelly and walked away.

Alone in the kitchen, Kelly hugged herself on the floor. She wondered what else it was possible for Vanessa to do to her. Whatever the woman had in mind, Kelly knew it was not something she should look forward to. She quickly went about the business of cleaning herself up, then dressed and finished the mistress’s salad. Hurried on by nervous anticipation of what was to come, Kelly had the meal prepared within five minutes. She took it into the lounge, as the mistress had commanded, then sat on the floor and watched the woman eat.

Vanessa remained silent throughout the meal. It was only when she had finished the last of the salad that she turned a knowing eye on Kelly.

‘I know who you are, don’t I?’

Kelly shrugged uncertainly. ‘I’m your slave, Mistress Byrne,’ she said quietly. ‘I don’t need to be anything other than that, do I?’

Vanessa shook her head, a wry smile curling her lips. ‘Of course you’re my slave. Your name is Rogers, isn’t it?’

Kelly swallowed dryly. ‘Yes, Mistress Vanessa,’ she replied meekly.

‘I know your husband, don’t I?’ Vanessa persisted.

‘I don’t have a husband,’ Kelly said quietly.

Vanessa slapped her hand across Kelly’s face. It was not the hardest blow she could have delivered but it was sufficient to sting Kelly’s cheek. It was also enough to remind Kelly of her position. She could be stubborn and uncommunicative with trainees like Helen but Mistress Byrne would not tolerate such behaviour.

‘Don’t lie to me, slave,’ she growled. ‘I don’t have to accept that.’

Suppressing a nervous shiver, Kelly nodded and stared down at the carpet. She mumbled an apology and admitted, ‘Yes. I think you do know my husband. He was one of your slaves.’

Vanessa smiled, her suspicions confirmed.

It was not something Kelly wanted to think about. The memory was still as painful as the reality had been. Distressingly, the recollection forced itself into her mind.

She and her husband had never enjoyed a particularly torrid relationship. Even at the beginning of their marriage the sex had not been spectacular. After three years of matrimony Kelly had come to think of the whole act as some sort of chore or obligation. It was not that she did not enjoy sex. On the contrary, she loved it and in the early months of her marriage she had been delighted to discover she was an adept lover. However, her husband lacked interest. Before their wedding photographs were one year old, he had stopped visiting the matrimonial bed whilst she was awake.

For a second anniversary present, he treated them to separate beds.

Kelly could have lived with this subtle rejection. She had battery-powered toys and her fingers. She also had her imagination. Each time the urge had fallen upon her, she had employed all of these substitutes.

She had been brought up to believe that sex was not the most important thing in a marriage. Eventually she came to believe it had very little to do with marriage. If things had progressed differently, Kelly could have happily continued her life as the sexless Mrs Rogers.

But then her husband met Vanessa Byrne.

It was an encounter with repercussions that Kelly was still experiencing.

She did not know when, or where, the pair met. Her husband had a number of lucrative businesses and Kelly supposed he had met her through some connection with his work. Kelly only saw Vanessa once, but it was sufficient.

It was the night that changed her entire life.

*   *   *

That night, she was roused from her sleep by a muted cry of pain. It was a soft sound but she was a light sleeper and easily woken. She glanced at her husband’s single bed on the other side of the room. Unhappily, she realised it was empty.

Unnerved by the sound and her husband’s absence, she reached for a dressing gown and walked out of the bedroom. On the landing she froze with nerves.

She would not have dared to make the journey down the stairs if she had not heard a woman’s musical laughter. Like the groan that had stirred Kelly from her sleep, it was a muted sound but she heard it distinctly. She climbed cautiously down the steps to the hallway, aware that the voices were emanating from the dining room. She supposed it was just possible that her husband was entertaining a business colleague.