The Companion Ch 05

Chapter Five

Rachel remained on her knees as Miss Caine's guests got ready to depart a few minutes later, all now fully dressed and looking respectable in the extreme, although Aurelia's stiff-legged walk did look peculiar. Rachel could sympathise as her own bottom cheeks were still aching terribly from the effect of the cane and she realised that she had not even been struck so hard. Aurelia did walk over and kiss Rachel on the top of her head before they all left and, after a couple of minutes, Miss Caine walked back in and stood over Rachel who shivered as she wondered if she had disappointed her mistress.

"Now that the Hawkwoods are gone, I can say that I am actually quite pleased with you, Rachel. You took James' cock in your mouth quite well. So well, in fact, that I suspect that you have done such a thing before..."

"No, Miss Caine," muttered Rachel, feeling her face flush at the memory of sucking on the twitching knob.

"Obviously a natural then! That is good because my clients do like to be entertained by the person modelling my garments. It is useful for them to see how a young lady will look as she kneels down to service them with her breasts revealed. Or she may be instructed to assume other positions too... such as stretching her hands out in front of her whilst touching her forehead to the floor! Let us continue your training with that position now, girl!"

Rachel stretched out her arms and placed her hands palm downwards on the oak floor then eased her head down. As she did so, she realised that her bottom was rising further and further up in the air and she knew that her mistress would get a clear and arousing view of her wealed cheeks and the pink, puffy lips of her pussy.

"Make sure that your forehead is touching the floor, girl!" commanded her mistress and, stifling a sob of shame at revealing her most intimate secrets, Rachel lowered her head further and felt the wood kiss her skin.

"Good girl. Now because you have exceeded my expectations this evening, I am now going to reward you if you answer my questions honestly," announced Miss Caine, making Rachel jump as she brushed the tips of her fingers over the welts on the girl's beaten buttocks. "Did sucking Lord Hawkwood's cock arouse you?"

Rachel gasped at the question and hesitated for too long and so Miss Caine spanked her hard six times and made her squeal as the fresh pain reawakened the burning, stinging sensation in her cheeks.

"I tend to believe that if a young lady takes too long then she is not being honest, Rachel. Then she gets punished instead! So answer the question please."

"Yes, Miss Caine, it did," Rachel murmured in shame.

"And did Aurelia's soft tongue arouse you too when she licked up her husband's essence?"

"Very much, Miss Caine."

"And is your pussy wet now?"

"Yes, Miss Caine."

"Would you like me to make you come?"

"Oh yes please, Miss Caine!" Rachel hissed out, feeling her clit throb at the very thought.

"Then I will as a reward but you must wait until I tell you before you come or I will have to punish you again. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss Caine," responded the girl, hoping desperately that her mistress would let her climax quickly as she knew that she would not be able to hold back for long.

"The punishment will be that I fetch a little device of mine and use it here..." remarked Miss Caine, making Rachel squeal as her finger trailed down her anal crack and stopped on the tiny whorled entrance to her anus.

"What? But that's..."

Rachel bit back the words she was going to say, not wanting to anger her mistress and be punished. Also, she suddenly realised that what she had been going to say wasn't quite what she thought in her mind. Yes, the idea was incredibly disgusting and depraved but that excited her even though it should have horrified her. What would it feel like to be touched there? A frisson of arousal swept through her body and her clit pulsed powerfully between her thighs and she groaned, knowing that thinking about it was making her more likely to come and therefore find out!

"But that is something your mistress will delight in doing, girl... as will men like James Hawkwood once I have broken you in. Can you imagine his thick cock driving into this little hole, making you squeal and squirm?"

Rachel remained silent, unwilling to give voice to the dark thoughts that rushed through her brain in response to her mistress' teasing question. A little laugh came from behind her and the woman's fingertip trailed over the exposed anal bud and made Rachel shiver with desire.

"The advantages are that you will not get pregnant and it leaves me, your mistress, enjoying your tight pussy all to herself!" added Miss Caine and then Rachel was lost in delight as the finger traced its way over her perineum and slid straight up inside her wet quim. Another followed and then the thumb teased over the swollen bud of Rachel's clit and she groaned, already feeling the delicious tremors of her orgasm threatening to sweep through her body.

Miss Caine watched her fingers slither in and out, growing ever wetter and shining in the light from above. The tight walls clenched and rippled around her questing digits and she felt the hard, little nub under her thumb pulse greedily. Already the girl was on the edge of climaxing but it was highly pleasurable to deny her for a little while longer and so she teased her fingers out and moved her thumb away a fraction then stroked the fleshy pink folds of her pussy instead, keeping her close to the edge. Rachel's buttocks, beautifully lined, flexed and shook with desire and her thighs trembled with each teasing touch and she groaned, hardly aware of anything but the infuriating caresses that left her so close to ecstasy.

"Beg for it, Rachel," murmured Miss Caine softly as she stroked down the exposed length of the girl's soft slit and Rachel capitulated immediately, surrendering her pride and suffering the indignity and shame of pleading to come.

"On the count of one hundred and not a moment sooner then, girl," remarked her mistress as she pushed two digits back up inside the slippery slit and found the bulging clit once more with her thumb.

Rachel listened to her mistress counting, trying to distract herself from the overwhelming need to orgasm. Every nerve in her body seemed to be on edge and every muscle tensed as she tried to resist, clenching her buttocks as tightly as she could. The count reached fifty then seventy; each second an agony of resistance that suddenly proved futile as Miss Caine pressed her thumb down onto the swollen nub and rolled it skilfully and sensuously around. A squeal of shock and surprise burst from Rachel's lips and then she was adrift in rapture as wave after wave of pleasure filled her soul to overflowing. Squirt after squirt of slippery love juice shot out of her quim and soaked her mistress' fingers as they thrust in and out possessively, stretching the tight entrance until finally she allowed them to slip out and the girl to rest for a few moments.

"Oh dear, Rachel, you seem to have failed miserably," stated Miss Caine, smiling slightly as she knew that the girl had never had a chance to succeed. Perhaps one day in the future when she had been properly trained, she would be able to climax on demand but that would take many months or even years of teasing play and orgasm denial to achieve. Feeling the girl shudder slightly at the thought of what was to come, Miss Caine stroked her soaking digits up the exposed anal crevice and teased the moisture into the tight, brown ring of muscle. Rachel sobbed in despair as she felt the touch and then shivered as the teasing fingertips sent desire trickling through her body once again. Surely, such a depraved act could not excite her? Her body betrayed her though and she could not stop reacting to the stroking with little gasps and cries, making Miss Caine chuckle with delighted amusement.

"So very sensitive there, aren't you, my little servant. Stay there while I go and get myself ready to enjoy your bottom for the first time!"

Somehow, Rachel stayed there, forehead pressed down to the floor, blonde hair veiling her pale face while her body shook at the thought of what was going to happen to her. She listened to every sound, fearing Miss Caine's return yet also longing for it as her mind filled with dark fantasies, arousing her greatly. She heard the soft glugging of the gas lighting and the rain beating against the window pane then came the half-dreaded and half-longed for footsteps as her mistress made her way back towards her companion.

"Good girl," Miss Caine remarked as she sank down onto the floor and reached out once more and wetted her fingers on Rachel's soaking pussy lips. "Still in the right position for me!"

Rachel shivered, fear rushing through her body as her soft folds were touched and stroked for a while before the fingers drew away abruptly and left her crying softly as she realised what was going to happen to her next.

Miss Caine wiped her wet fingers over the bulbous end of the carved ivory strap on that jutted out of her groin proudly and insistently. She had had several dildos carved specially for her and then made some of them into strap ons by sewing harnesses out of leather. Aware of the girl's inexperience, she had chosen the smallest of them all but she knew that it would still feel massive inside Rachel's very tight little anus. After lubricating the knob with her companion's sweetness, Miss Caine eased her hips forward until the tip of the phallus touched the girl's bottom and then slowly slid it down her anal crevice, relishing the tremors that ran through the soft flesh and the pitiful whimpers that seeped out of Rachel's lips.

The tight browny-pink pucker resisted the large head of the dildo and the cries turned into gasps as Rachel felt the pressure against her bottom hole. She felt that she could not surrender to such a shameful act and kept her buttocks clenched despite the pain as her mistress pushed harder, teasing open the tiny anal aperture slowly but persistently. Hands stroked suddenly down Rachel's back, feeling her tremble, then dipped under and found her breasts, stroking the softness as Miss Caine whispered, "Relax for me, Rachel." She tried, mind filling with perverse passion as she felt her virgin bottom hole being violated by the ivory smoothness. Coldness teased the heated roundel of her ring and split it slowly but inexorably apart before it conceded completely and Rachel uttered a cry of wondrous amazement as she was filled there for the first time.

It was a sublime yet strange sensation and her spongy anal walls clenched tightly around the invader as she felt Miss Caine's hot breath tickle the back of her neck. Every moment seemed to last for ever as the woman stilled her movement with just the bulbous tip of the artificial cock inside Rachel's throbbing bottom hole. Pleasure invaded the girl's mind as the pain receded slightly and her clit pulsed needily between her soft pussy lips. Miss Caine eased forward a little more and smiled as Rachel gasped when another couple of inches of carved ivory slithered up into her darkness.

Her bottom cheeks trembled as pain and pleasure vied for dominance within her and then she was lost in a strange, surreal world as her mistress began to slide the phallus in and out of her stretched anus. It was heaven to experience the smooth gliding sensation that filled her but hell to feel her tightness stretched further than ever before. Her nipples throbbed as they were teased and tantalised by Miss Caine's clever fingers while her pussy dripped with moisture as her clit pulsed with desire. The sweet shame of being so excited by something so dark and deviant rushed through Rachel's mind as Miss Caine pushed the long dildo all the way up inside her tightness before the woman slipped one hand down and rolled her thumb over the swollen bud of her servant.

As her mistress' thumb touched her, Rachel exploded with desire and lust and she bucked back into the thrusting cock. Losing control totally, she squealed out her passion and love juices squirted out of her pussy and dripped down onto the floorboards below. Excited by her companion's response, Miss Caine thrust deeper and harder, forcing the ivory base of the dildo against her own clit and shivered delightfully into her climax. Her hot breath rushed out and bathed the nape of Rachel's neck as they both shuddered and shook together until the deep stillness of exhausted pleasure descended upon them.

Eventually, Miss Caine stirred and, as gently as she could, she eased the ivory dildo out of Rachel's stretched anal tube, stroking the girl gently as she whimpered at the soreness.

"You may turn round now, girl, and kneel up once more," she said, forcing herself to remain strict as she caught sight of the girl's tear-stained face and the soft green eyes clouded with the delight of coming. It was all Miss Caine could do to stand up on trembling thighs and not kiss the girl's lips passionately. Instead, she grasped her blonde hair and tugged her face forward until the tip of the strap on rubbed against her cheek.

"Now it is time for you to clean up the mess you have created," she snapped imperiously. Ignoring Rachel's protesting moans, she rubbed the slimy head of the dildo over her lips, staining them with the girl's own secretions before pressing it hard into them and forcing her to open her mouth as it pressed painfully on her soft flesh. Blue eyes wide with disgust and shame, Rachel felt the head of the phallus slither into her mouth and then she abased herself totally, cleaning it up with her tongue and tasting her own innards until her mistress inspected it and approved.

"An excellent job, girl. Now you can clean the floor too with that agile little tongue of yours and lick up all that wetness you have left there!"

Rachel obeyed instantly, already conditioned to following her mistress' wishes and whims. It was degrading yet oddly arousing to trail her tongue along the oak floorboards and scoop up her own slippery love juices on the tip. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Miss Caine releasing the harness that attached the dildo to her body and, before her skirts fell back into place, she caught a glimpse of dark curls and an enticing view of puffy, pink pussy lips peeping almost shyly out.

A deep longing overcame her and she wished desperately to tease her tongue over those instead of the hard oak floor. What would they feel like under the tip? She remembered the hardness of Lord Hawkwood's cock poking deep into her mouth and knew that Miss Caine's slit would be the opposite; succulent and sweet, soft and sensuous as her tongue trailed over their swollen folds. She longed to find out suddenly and therefore found herself disappointed when, after the floorboards were cleaned to Miss Caine's satisfaction, she was cursorily dismissed to her bed after having the corset finally stripped off her crushed body.