Monday, November 14, 2011

Whips and Stockingtops: The Flapper and the Fishing Village (cont)

(First part here)
With a whoop, Charli yanks the hand break and hauls at the wheel until her hands cross. As Lena screams, the sports car whirls onto a side road and we pick up speed again.
If my testicles weren't already clamped into their cavities, they'd be trying to crawl there now.
"Crazy bitch!" yells Lena, clutching her hat.
"You ain't seen nothing yet!" Charli puts her foot through the floor. The G-force throws me back into the upholstery. Trees blur past. We're heading inland, faster and faster. The sun's setting behind us, so the trees look like cardboard cutouts--I bet they won't feel so cardboard when we hit them.
And Charli doesn't let up.
We accelerate towards the brow of the hill, the engine making a zooming roar, picking up more and more speed...
And then we take off.
There's a moment of weightlessness, and I get a sickening flashback to being abducted.
Lena screams, long and loud, and we land with a bump. The suspensions takes it, and we chug along slower now while Charli laughs.
Lena twists in her seat and starts flailing her gloved hands at Charli. "Stop. The. Goddamned. Car."
Charli just pulls into a lane.
"We'd better be near my cottage," shouts Lena, checking her cloche hat's still there.
"Better!" yells Charli. She pulls off the lane and onto a rutted track that crosses an open field that's strewn with rocks and rises to a summit, which is where the Vamp finally stops.
She springs out of the car, pulls off her helmet and shakes out black bobbed hair. Her driving jacket and riding britches aren't exactly feminine, but they don't do anything to conceal her broad hips and ample bosom.
I start to pick myself up and get out to open the door for Lena, but Charli gets there first.
Lena steps down onto the grass.
Charli sweeps a jacketed arm at the sun setting over the western ocean. "What do you think?"
Len takes in the view, and for a moment int he pink light they both look like pen and ink drawings from the real Jazz Era; fashionable ladies out for an evening spin.
Then Len turns and slaps Charli hard across the cheek. "Crazy! Bad! Stupid!"
"You have such a way with words, doll," says Charli. She grabs my mistress and kisses her hard on the mouth.
Lena thumps her on the brow-leather covered back. I take a step forward, not that it would do any good; my conditioning stops me raising a hand to anybody.
Then Lena... Mewls; an animal sound that sends a shiver down my spine into my steel-shod crotch.
My mistress's hands shift to the back of the vamp's head and she grinds her face into her own. Just like in the old movies, she bends one stockinged until the calf and thigh muscles press together.
My cock inflates in its prison until it prickles. I've seen this thing thousands of times since I was enslaved--Women together, no men who are free, let alone regarded as human? Of course they're all Lesbians!--I should be used to it. However I've had precisely zero orgasms since they caged me. So now I stand there feeling a wet pressure building up inside my lost penis, a pressure which I can do nothing about.
Stooping so as not to break the kiss, Charli backs off enough to get at my mistress's coat buttons.
Lena twists her mouth half free and says wetly, "Let the slave do it."
Charli gasps, "Sure."
That's my cue. I move up smartly and as unobtrusively as I can and fall to one knee. Lena's coat buttons are tiny. I fumble with them while the damp of the ground soaks into my knee, and the two women make squelching noises with their mouths just above me.
Finally, the coat opens. I scurry around behind Lena to take the coat from her shoulders, revealing a matching burgundy dress.
Right away, Charli's big hands shoot out to grab my mistress's breasts through the dark red fabric.
The vamp's leather driving coat has big chunky buttons. It doesn't take me a moment to unbutton them. As she shucks off the heavy garment, she breaks the kiss. "Lay it on the grass like a blanket then go fetch what you find in the glove compartment."
I drape it over a flat patch of cropped grass and scamper back to the auto. Inside the glove compartment is a leather bag. I know what's in it just from the shape and there's a wet spurt from my chastity belt.
When I return to the women, Lena is already sprawled on the jacket, knees bent so that the skirts of her petticoat and dress have furled around the top of her thighs. Her brown stockings leave off just past her knee, with tight looking garters as anchors.
Her briefs--flimsy cream silk things--lie on the grass where Charli must have thrown them. However, I cannot see my mistress's pussy because the Vamp is kneeling between her feet, head buried between the Lena's thighs, hands still clamped on her breasts.
I kneel down just close enough, the bag on my lap.
Charli doesn't seem to notice me. Mixed with the sound of the wind is the distinctive scratch-squelch of tongue on clit.
Lena shimmies against the coat. Her fingers slide into the back of Charli's hair.
Charlie bob's up from the other woman's crotch. Without looking at me she says, "Do you know how to insert a joystick?"
I nod. "Yes ma'am."
"Get my pants down and do it." She dives back onto Lena's crotch. Still licking, she shuffles her knees back until she’s on all fours.
There are a row of buttons on the nearest. Gingerly, I undo them and slide the pants and briefs over her ample hips and down to her knees. Then I take the bag and move to kneel behind her.
Charli spreads her thighs until the pants are taut between them and tilts her hips. Now I can see her rosy anus and her thick-lipped vulva, glistening shamelessly from a clearing in its forest of dark curls.
I unlace the bag and take out the "joystick". It's a J-shaped double-ended dildo, with knobs and ridges in all the right places.
With shaking hands I position it between her thighs, the tip of the short end against her vulva. She shoves against me and I push it in. My fingers touch the rubbery outer lips and there's another squirt from my chastity cage.
Abruptly, Charli crawls forward and pushes her hips between Lena's spread thighs.
I duck low just in time to see Lena's red inner lips pouting from behind her mousy blond bush. The dildo slides in and now the Vamp's buttocks are in the way.
I kneel back forgotten.
Charli takes the weight on her elbows and kisses my mistress's throat while slowly twitching the dildo in and out.
Each movement earns a cry and a squirm from Lena. Her bare hands--Where did the gloves go? Christ, I'd better remember to find them--untuck Charli's blouse. The red painted fingernails vanish inside. The vamp gives a little cry, then a grunt; those knobs and ridges are doing the job for her too.
Now the two women undulate together like practised performers. Each grunt from Charli triggers a gasp from Lena, and a grunt in return. The grunts and cries tumble on, one hard on the heels of the other.
The pressure builds in my chastity cage until it's unbearable, like a wasp scuttling over the tip of my cock—not that I can really remember what the tip of my cock looks like. I did once get a vanity mirror and inspect it, but all I could make out was a shadowy pink behind the surgical steel mesh, and the staring at the places where the spidery bars pierced my flesh to anchor in the bone made me queasy…
And the two women subside.
Charli rolls off and stares up at the sky her hips and thighs white in the dying light. "Stars." It's true, the stars are coming out, but I have eyes only for the pale strip of flesh between Lena's stockingtops and the skirts furled at her waist. Her pubic hair is slicked back and wet, her lips bruised as dark as her dress. If only I could--
Lena stands up and brushes down her skirt. "It's called the outdoors, Charli. You know, Mother Nature." She holds out an arm and I spring into action with her coat. "Now take me to my cottage, please."
"Sure!" Charli plucks out the joystick and tosses it to me. I catch it on reflex. It's hot and sticky to the touch and I fancy I can smell their juices. I shudder. I could almost have an orgasm if only--
But no. The two women are relaxed and sated. I'm still hard in my cage. That's just the way this hellish alternate world works.
I put the thing away. By the time I've located and returned my mistress's gloves and undies, the vamp is dressed and back behind the wheel, engine growling, headlights casting beams over the fields.
"With care," says Lena, getting in. "You may have a death wish, but I do not."
Charli laughs. "I guess you have a novel to complete. Journalists always end up trying to write novels. What's it about."
Lena says nothing.
Despite Charli's mirth, we we trundle through the darkening roads more sedately. Each bump causes my cock to throb against its cage and I start drifting into an erotic trance...
...and suddenly we've stopped.
"Can I help you... unpack?" asks Charli.
"Certainly not," replies Lena as I open the door for her. "I have a slave for that and other things."
She strides off towards the gloomy bulk of the cottage. There's a crack of light coming under the front door.
I heft the luggage out of the trunk and slog along after her like a henpecked husband on a second honeymoon. If only there were a warm vagina waiting for my cock.
Charli calls something, but her words are lost in the crunch of gravel under the wheels of the heavy case.
Lena locks the door behind us and leans her back against it. She looks drawn and sad. "Right," she says. "Forget the luggage for now. Go do whatever it takes to run me a bath."
As I scamper off, I realise that I am shortly going to see her properly naked, with no predatory vamps around to spoil things. By the time I have the furnace stoked up, my chastity belt is throbbing like a second heart.

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