Cute Girls

Flowers for Maxine Ch. 07

Althea continued rubbing Brother Geoffrey’s erection slowly, the way he liked it, as the scene in the schoolroom came to a close. He flicked the remote and the scene on the screen changed to a bare cell, like the one that Althea now thought of as home. She rubbed on as she watched Mother chain Maxine to the bed for the night.

‘Suck me now.’

‘Yes, Father.’

Althea knelt and took his member between her lips, rubbing faster now. She was soon rewarded with a mouthful of his sticky emission. She knew better than not to swallow it all.

In the morning, Althea made breakfast for Gudrun and Geoffrey, both hooded as usual. Maxine was subdued. Julie was quiet too, evidently thinking of the punishment that awaited them both and what it would be.

While Julie washed the dishes, Sister Gudrun took Maxine to the torture chamber in the basement. Brother Geoffrey turned on the closed circuit screen and Althea watched as Maxine stared in awe at the familiar racks of whips and bondage gear and the big whipping frame. Max’s fear was apparent when Mother told her to step up onto it. The chains pulled her legs wide apart. When Mother pivoted the inner frame back, the belt round Maxine’s waist supported her weight but she looked so vulnerable. Althea had been there so often; she could almost feel Mother’s cruel gaze on Maxine’s exposed and helpless private places. She was at just the right height to be fucked – or buggered. Prone and akimbo like this, a girl was ideally positioned to have her chest or thighs whipped. Althea thought of her own bruised body. Maxine was already crying uncontrollably. Althea imagined Mother trailing her whip across Maxine’s chest, letting her anticipate the agony that she was about to inflict on those tender, sensitive breasts. Then Althea watched Mother trail the thongs of a cat-o’nine-tails across Max’s pubis. Yes, she could be that merciless.

Brother Geoffrey left Althea on her own to stare at the image of her terrified friend. Mother left Maxine there for a long time – long enough for her to think of the worst things that Mother might do, long enough for the mental anguish to seem worse than the physical pain still to come.

Then Althea saw Brother Geoffrey walk into the scene she was still transfixed by. He was carrying a tray, which he put on the big table in the centre of the room. He ducked under the frame and stood between Maxine’s open legs. Snip, snip… Snip. He was trimming her pubes.

He ducked out of the frame again and returned, lathering a shaving brush in a small bowl. Althea tried to imagine the feeling of something warm and very soft stroking her sex. Max was trying to raise her head to see what it was. Geoffrey was circling the brush, penetrating Maxine’s outer lips. ‘Ah!’ she exclaimed. Althea pressed Zoom.

Althea could see that Max was almost on the brink of coming. ‘Please don’t stop,’ she begged each time the lathering paused. Something glistened silver in Brother Geoffrey’s hand: a cutthroat razor. His hand rested on her thigh. A scraping sound.

‘Keep still,’ thought Althea. ‘He might cut you.’

He shaved meticulously and dried Maxine with a towel. Althea tried to imagine herself in the same position, with Mother lathering her cunt and shaving her. The shaving brush would have had left her dripping with desire by now. She became conscious of her pubes under the tight chastity belt and her cunt throbbed to be touched. She longed for the privilege of Acolyte status; longed for Mother to know how deeply she loved her; submitted to her. Her nipples throbbed and begged to be pinched; but she knew it was not allowed.

Brother Geoffrey was pressing his prick against Maxine’s open sex. Althea heard her friend’s gasp as it slipped in. She gasped disappointment when he pulled all the way out. Althea’s cunt was a throbbing, gaping emptiness too. Then she saw his organ pressing against Maxine’s other gateway as his fingers parted her buttocks.

‘Not there,’ the girl panted.

‘Hasn’t Brother Francis fucked your arse, then?’

‘Yes,’ she admitted. To lie to a brother would only earn her punishment. Althea knew that only too well.

‘Then relax. Pretend you’re having a shit.’

Althea winced at his crudity. She saw the pain on her friend’s face. Then Max obviously decided to try what he had suggested, however vulgarly. As soon as she relaxed, he slid in. Then deeper still. And again. And again. He was in up to the hilt now and pumping rhythmically. Maxine was his filled up, abused, helpless puppet to use as he wished. Her climax made her arch rigid in the frame. It must have been her tight contractions that made him too arch and climax. When he pulled out, Althea could see his juices dripping out of her friend’s arse.

Despite the orgasm, perhaps even because of the orgasm, Althea knew that Max would feel utterly violated. She might have thought that “that” part of her belonged only to her beloved Father. What had just happened was to show her that she was nothing: the property of the Order. Any brother or sister could use her howsoever they wished; could sell her for money to anyone prepared to pay.

He left her hanging there supine as he cleared away the shaving things.

‘Are you wet, Althea?’ It was Mother. How long had she been watching?

‘Yes, Mother.’

‘Come with me.’

Althea followed Mother to the dungeon. When they took Maxine down from the frame she was shaking all over.

‘Thank you, Mother,’ she croaked, kneeling and kissing Sister Gudrun’s robes.

Althea helped Max stand and limp upstairs to Mother’s bedroom. They both gasped at the sight that confronted them. Julie, unmistakable despite her hood, was hanging from a beam set in the ceiling in an almost unbelievable posture. Her wrists were attached to a belt at her waist and her elbows tied together behind her. A chain attached to the hood was linked to her ankles, pulling them up behind her and arching her body into a curve that must have been pure agony from the first moment. The belt was linked to a thick chain dangling from a hook in the beam. It supported Julie in mid air and allowed her to oscillate slowly, like a heavy compass needle seeking north.

‘You see that I have been lenient with you, Maxine,’ said Mother

‘Yes, Mother.’

‘You may thank me for it now.’

‘Thank you, Mother.’

Mother was undressing, revealing a shapely body for a woman of her age. Althea had felt it often but never seen it until now. Her breasts were large and firm, her waist narrow. A mass of brown hair spread over her belly in a large, dark triangle. The contrast with Maxine’s naked sex made it more attractive to Althea. She wanted nothing but to bury her face in it and please her lovely mature mistress. But she was not to be allowed the privilege this time. Nor was she to see Mother’s face. It was masked in leather, making her look as terrifying as she indeed was. Althea fought back her tears of disappointment. ‘I am not fit to gaze upon Mother’s face,’ she thought.

Mother laid down on the bed and parted her knees. ‘Hurry up then,’ she said.

Max understood what was expected of her and knelt on the bed, lowering her head to the hairy mound. She licked and sucked until Mother shuddered and arched her back soundlessly. She pushed Max away. Althea felt a tear roll down her trembling chin.

‘That will be enough,’ said Mother. ‘Help me take Julie down.’

Max and Althea supported Julie’s weight while Mother unhooked the chain. Together they lowered Julie to the floor. Mother unlocked her chains and pulled off the hood. Julie was sobbing – presumably tears of relief as well as of pain. Mother undid the gag.

‘Thank you, Mother,’ wept Julie.

Naturally, she was unable to stand unassisted. Althea helped her to the bed and watched as Mother fitted her chastity belt. Max was told to put hers back on.

‘Take Julie to her room, Maxine, and wait there. Geoffrey will take you home later.’

‘Yes, Mother,’ they chorused.

Max supported Julie out of Mother’s bedroom. Althea waited for instructions, her cunt wet with unfilled desire, her thoughts bitter with jealousy.

‘Shall we watch them?’ said Mother, flicking on the TV and donning her strap-on harness.

Althea’s cunt flooded as she remembered feeling that massive dildo inside her.

‘Come here, girl. Kneel on the bed.’

Althea obeyed, waiting for the sound of the key in her chastity belt and the pleasure to follow. She saw the two acolytes arrive in Julie’s cell. Max let Julie fall exhausted on her bed. The cell was crammed with books but otherwise unremarkable – unless you count a chain attached to the wall above the bed as remarkable.

Althea was still waiting for Mother to remove her belt when she felt Mother’s strong fingers part her buttocks and felt the tip of the dildo against her anal rosebud.

‘Mother!’ she gasped. ‘Mother, no!’

‘Would you displease me, Althea? Ask me to fuck you up the arse. Ask nicely now – or you know what will happen.’

Althea cringed, horrified but desperate. ‘Please don’t send me away.’

‘Ask then.’

‘Fuck me up the arse, Mother. I am yours alone. Bugger me hard. Hurt me. Fuck me, Mother.’

Althea winced at the painful, inexorable intrusion. It stretched her and filled her but her cunt was the centre of her consciousness. The rhythm of Mother’s thrusts seemed to detach her from the scene. All she was aware of was her centre and the TV screen.

*****

‘That must have been agony’ Max said fatuously. There was no response from Julie. ‘I’m shaved like you now. It feels funny.’

‘You get used to it. How were you tied up?’

‘On the whipping frame. My neck still aches. I could do with a massage.’

‘Are you “trying” to get me into trouble again?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Mother can see everything that we do.’

‘Oh! Are there cameras – like the ones in my flat?’

‘Of course.’

‘Do you live here all the time?’

‘Yes. I used to share a flat and Mother couldn’t get my flatmate to agree to become her slave – not the submissive type at all – so she had me move here.’

‘What did you do before? For a living I mean.’

‘Same as now. I’m a student at the LSE. International Relations. You’re a lawyer aren’t you?’

‘Solicitor, yes. Is Geoffrey, I mean Brother Geoffrey, really the chauffeur?’

‘Yes, he’s worked for Mother for years. She beats him still, even though he’s a Brother now. I hear the screams sometimes. She’s as rich as Croesus, but I don’t know where her money comes from. I do love her though.’ Sudden tears interrupted Julie’s short monologue.

‘Even after what she’s just done to you?’

‘Of course. You know what it feels like. The joy of complete submission. I’ve seen you; remember? You love Brother Francis don’t you?’ She wiped away her tears with a tissue.

‘I’ve never thought of it like that before. Love? Yes I do love him. I “do” love to submit. If he puts me in bondage, it only shows that he cares for me. He punishes me to show his love. I deserve it. I need it.’ She paused. ‘Are we still to be punished, d’you think?’

‘That “was” our punishment. Acolytes are not beaten very often. Some of the punters don’t like a girl with bruises – unless they inflict them themselves that is.’ Julie grimaced.

‘It felt awful,’ said Max, ‘being sold for money like that. It’s so degrading.’

‘You’ll get used to it,’ said Julie, with a trace of bitterness.

The door opened and Brother Geoffrey came in carrying an armful of clothes, which he dumped on the bed.

‘Get dressed and come downstairs,’ he said.

Althea felt the clouds of orgasm gathering as she watched Max dress and bid farewell to the pretty blonde whose pink lips she had so recently kissed. A few months ago, Althea would never have believed that she or Max could have feelings for another woman. But here she was, lust in her eyes, evidently wishing that she could take Julie in her arms again and soothe away her pain with kisses and caresses. And here “she” was, screaming out her climax as a woman whose face she had never seen buggered her viciously.

*****

Max was waiting for Althea at the foot of the stairs, dressed and looking quite normal, apart from her tear-puffed eyes. Next to her was Brother Geoffrey, unhooded now. He led them to a car and had them get into the back seat. He drove in silence, dropping Max off at her flat first.

Sunday dragged. Althea couldn’t get Mother out of her mind. The chastity belt stopped her hand from doing what she needed. It also reminded her of Mother’s control over her. Althea needed someone to talk to. She couldn’t pluck up the courage to call Max. She slept badly.

On Wednesday, Max called.

‘Hallo’ said Althea, her voice sounding more like her old self than the pathetic slave Max had seen at the weekend.

‘Hi, it’s me. I wondered if you fancied a night out.’

‘But I’m a witness.’

‘Come on Alf. No one need know and I haven’t seen you for ages. They can’t stop old friends meeting. All we have to do is avoid discussing the case.’

Althea was silent as she wrestled with her thoughts. ‘What the hell!’ she said, ‘How about tomorrow?’

They met in the tapas bar. Max asked about her work, what books she was working on, were there any fanciable authors, that sort of thing, girl talk. There weren’t. Her authors were either pimply boys eager to bask in the adulation resultant from publishing their first novel or creepy, cynical old gents with a patchy publishing record and several divorces behind them. Anyway, Mother was giving her just about all the sexual attention she could cope with right now.

‘I haven’t seen Father for ages. I miss him. I wish he would call. D’you think he might have abandoned me?’

Althea stared enviously at Max’s ring. ‘I doubt it.’

The conversation faltered from then on, and they both went home as soon as they had finished their bottle. There was a barrier between them now. Their friendship would never be the same.

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