Chapter Two
Even while the Chinese girl's body was vibrating from the unexpected cum she'd received from having her employer shoot off in her mouth, Carla was crossing to her side. As the haughty, blonde woman dropped to her knees beside her, Mei-Ling wondered what was going to be done to her. She was sure that she was not going to be forgiven for what she had done, but she had no idea of what form her punishment was going to take.
Suddenly, she felt a wide band of supple leather being fitted around the thin column of her neck. What is this for? she asked herself. Deft fingers fastened a couple of straps together at the nape of her neck. Then there was a snap of something metallic being fastened.
"Come, Mei-Ling!" Carla snapped, tugging on the leash she had attached to the collar she'd put around the maid's throat. Mei-Ling pushed herself up to her hands and knees. "That's fine, just as you are," Carla told her. The slender, sensually tuned woman turned on her high-heels and started toward the door. As she did so. Mei-Ling had to hurry to keep up with her.
"Ohhhhhh, how humiliating! the distraught Chinese girl thought. I'm being led like a dog. What if one of the other servants sees me like this? I'd never be able to face any of them again if they saw me like this. I would lose such face I would have to kill myself.
That was the one thing that Mei-Ling didn't have to worry about. Besides herself, Carla and Harrison, there were only two other people in the house: Carla's twin brother, Carl, and Olga, who, as far as Harrison's servants were concerned, was the personal masseuse of the mistress of the household. The other servants had received an unexpected evening off, being told they could leave just as Mei-Ling was entering Harrison's den.
Carla led the terrified girl up the broad staircase. The house had been built by a man who'd struck it rich when the area had been in the midst of a silver rush in the 1800's and Harrison had had it restored to its former opulence after he'd bought it for back taxes. No one in the area had been able to afford the upkeep of the magnificent building until the self-made millionaire had come to town.
At the top of the stairs, Carla produced an ornate key and unlocked the door to the southern wing of the second floor. That part of the house had been locked since shortly before Harrison and Carla's wedding and none of the servants had been allowed into it. Naturally, they had speculated about what went on in the forbidden rooms. Now, however, Mei-Ling would have preferred not to know. But it didn't look as if she was going to have any choice in the matter. Already, Carla was tugging on the leash, making her hurry along on her hands and knees as the seductively clad woman entered an elaborate dressing room that had actually been a bedroom once and which still contained an oversized chaise lounge.
"You may straighten yourself from the knees," Carla told the helpless girl. As soon as Mei-Ling had done so, the older woman thrust an instant picture before her eyes. "Do you know what this is?" she demanded.
Mei-Ling went pale as she saw, before her, a photograph of herself kneeling, naked, before the half-clad figure of her employer, with his stiff cock half in her mouth. The photo was so sharp that the hollowing of her cheeks was undeniable. "Ya ... ya ... yes," she managed to stammer.
"I wonder if you really do?" Carla asked. "This is more than just a picture of you sucking my husband's cock, Mei-Ling. It's undeniable proof that you have committed an act that is still considered a felony in this state. If anyone saw this picture, it would mean you could not receive political asylum in America, that you would have to be deported to Taiwan."
A shudder coursed through the diminutive girl's body as she realized her giving a blow- job had only sunk her deeper into the claws of the people she worked for.
"You wouldn't like that, would you, Mei-Ling?" Carla teased cruelly. "Being sent home, I mean?"
"Nooo," the diminutive Chinese girl moaned in reply.
"I didn't think so," Carla answered. "So, I presume you'll do as I tell you to avoid having this picture shown to the authorities?"
"It seems I must," Mei-Ling mumbled resignedly.
"Yes, it does, doesn't it?" Carla murmured. "Raise your arms over your head," she ordered as she moved behind the kneeling girl. Although Mei-Ling feared what would happen when she did so, she obeyed, for she feared what her refusal would bring more.
As soon as her arms were raised, she felt metal close around her wrists with dull V snaps. Still, she knelt submissively, her head bowed and her eyes on the floor. Then she saw Carla's highly polished boots move into her field of vision. "Mei-Ling," she heard the other woman say, "I'm going to give you a choice: I will free you and let you try running to somewhere you can hide while the authorities look for you, if you wish."
It wasn't the magnanimous offer that it appeared to be, for it was Friday evening and the banks were closed, which meant that Mei-Ling would have to go without funds. She was the only Chinese person in town and had no friends she could turn to for shelter until Tuesday morning when the banks opened after a holiday. And Mei-Ling was afraid to try finding shelter among her own people. Any community where there were enough Chinese that the American authorities couldn't locate her would be covered by agents of the government of Taiwan, who would know who she was and arrange for her secret return to stand trial.
"What is the other choice?" she whimpered, her eyes still on the floor, her arms still high above her head.
"All the assistance that the MacLoud fortune and my family's connections can bring, if you should be discovered to be in the country illegally," Carla answered. "But, there is a price for assistance."
"What?" Mei-Ling asked, although she knew she was going to pay it. No matter what the price, it couldn't be too high to avoid being returned to Taiwan for trial and imprisonment, or death.
"I'm what's called a sadist," Carla answered. "Do you know what that means?" Without giving the girl a chance to reply, the tall, svelte blonde continued: "That means that Harrison didn't quite tell you the truth earlier. It means I do suck his cock, but I don't allow him to finish. Instead, when I suck on his cock, I might do it for half an hour or longer, until it's torture."
"But then, you see, Harrison is my slave. I can torture him if I want to. He agreed to that, when his only other choice was death at my hands.
"That's the price you'll have to pay, if you don't want to be turned over to the authorities: You can become another of my slaves, someone to whom I can do whatever I wish, as long as it amuses me."
Mei-Ling's stomach lurched, but she whispered: "I will be your slave."
"Truly?" Carla teased. "I will be cruel to you. I will use you, and allow others to use you. You will be taught to do anything I say, simply because I say it. It won't matter what you want. Or what you feel. Only my desires will have any importance in your life."
"I will truly be your slave," Mei-Ling answered. "I have no choice. I know what will happen to me if I am returned to my own land: I will be forced to satisfy the men employed by my government. I have known women who were charged with lesser crimes than I who killed themselves rather than continue to allow their bodies to be subjected to the demands of man after man after man; thirty or forty at a time, one right after the other." She shuddered. "Your cruelty can not begin to equal that with which I would be treated if I were returned to Taiwan."
"Very well," Carla agreed. "Prove your slavedom by bending down and kissing my feet."
With tears starting to stream down her face again, Mei-Ling did so. And, once she had pressed her lips to both of Carla's boots, when she was ordered to remove them and kiss the other woman's feet again, she obeyed that order, too.
"Move closer, Mei-Ling," the haughty blonde commanded. The hapless girl shuffled forward until her belly was almost to the edge of the chaise lounge. Then Carla tangled one hand in Mei-Ling's hair and forced her head back. Wantonly she pressed her mouth to the handcuffed girl's, her tongue pushing into the interior of the other woman's mouth. As she explored the depths of the hot, dry oral cavity, Carla ran her free hand over the helpless girl's body, fondling her tits until her nipples swelled again, then caressing her cunt until Mei-Ling snorted in reaction to the lewd treatment.
"Undress me, Mei-Ling," Carla commanded at that point, taking both of her hands away from the younger woman's trembling body. It was all the Oriental beauty could do to avoid sobbing, so high had the desire within her been driven by Carla's licentious hands. But she suspected that to reveal the heights of her arousal would be a mistake. So she bit her lower lip to stifle a groan of regret that the knowing hands were no longer working their insidious magic on her virginal body and set about complying with Carla's wish.
Her fingers trembled as she unbuttoned the high-collared blouse and drew it off the other woman's shoulders and down her arms. Beneath the blouse, Carla wore a low-cut bra that displayed her generous tits to perfection. Mei-Ling had to twist to get her hands on the hooks of the strapless garment, but she managed to unfasten it.
"Do you think I have good tits, Mei-Ling?" Carla asked, her eyes laughing at the other woman's discomfort.
"Yes, I suppose you do," was the reply.
Without warning, Carla slapped Mei-Ling across the mouth. "From now on, when you address me, you will call me Mistress," she snapped. "And, when I ask you a question, I expect a straight answer, not what you 'suppose.' Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Mistress," the Chinese girl whimpered. She wanted to touch her fingers to her smarting lip but forced her hands to remain where they were.
"Now, do you think I have good tits?" Carla demanded.
It took all the will she could muster to do so, but Mei-Ling raised her eyes and looked at the other woman's naked torso. Carla's tits, while generous were still dainty. They looked as if they belonged with her slender frame, not like Mei-Ling's own tits, which seemed to have been intended for another, larger woman.
Mei-Ling ran her eyes critically over the other's tits, which seemed to have been intended for another, larger woman.
Mei-Ling ran her eyes critically over the other's tits. As she looked at them, she had to admit that they were good. In fact, her voice bespoke her truthfulness when she said: "I think you have beautiful tits, Mistress."
"Mmmmmm, good," Carla murmured. "Then you won't mind licking them and sucking them while you finish undressing me, will you?"
Once again, Mei-Ling's stomach lurched. But it didn't seem as horrible a request as that Harrison had made of her and she had been able to comply with that. "No, Mistress," she whimpered, "I will lick and suck your tits."
"Begin then," Mei-Ling heard the other woman order. With a choked back sob, the Oriental girl bent her head and set her slim tongue to coursing over the pert little mounds as her fingers set to unbuckling Carla's belt.
While she undid the buttons on the front of Carla's slacks, and her tongue slithered over the swelling mounds of the blonde's tits, Mei-Ling started to wonder just what else Carla was going to require of her. For the first time, she started to wonder if she hadn't been stupid in consenting to become the other woman's slave. What if she wants me to lick other parts of her body? Mei-Ling asked herself. Then she shuddered as she told herself: No, she would not be that cruel.
"How do you know? she challenged herself as she opened the front of Carla's slacks and caught hold of them and the other woman's panties. She has a husband to do those things, she replied to herself as she started tugging at the last garments the tall blonde wore.
She has a husband to lick and suck her tits, too, she thought as she worked the slacks and panties over the trim mounds of the other woman's ass and onto her sleek thighs. But she's got you doing those things to her now.
Ohhhh, she told herself as she circled her tongue around one of Carla's extended nipples, brushing the tip against the pebbly areola that surrounded the stiffened nubbin, that's just so I'll understand that she's the boss. She said she was sadistic, not that she was a lesbian. She's not going to want to do anything but spank me, hurt me a little. I'm not going to like it, but I can live with it. I'll have to.
"Suck now," Carla purred as Mei-Ling pulled her clothes below her knees. The saffron-skinned girl obediently opened her lips and took the distended nipple inside, drawing on it as wanton a manner as she could manage.
When Mei-Ling started working her slacks and panties over her feet, Carla reached out one of her long arms and closed her hand against the pliant flesh of the other woman's tit. At the same time, she pressed the other hand against the back of Mei-Ling's head, forcing her to take more of the shapely tit she was sucking into her mouth. "Mmmmmm. that's a good little slave," the aristocratic blonde murmured as she slid her hand down to caress the side of the Oriental girl's face.
Carla was totally naked by then, sitting before the kneeling girl with her knees as far apart as they could go, her entire cunt spread open like half a piece of fruit. As she thought of the simile, Mei-Ling shuddered, hoping that she wasn't going to be made to eat the other woman as she would a piece of fruit.
Actually, it looked as if she wasn't going to be made to day anything more to Carla. The haughty blonde was pushing her mouth off her tit and saying: "Hang up my clothes, Mei-Ling." Grateful for the apparent respite, the Chinese girl hastened to obey.
When she had finished taking care of Carla's clothing, the handcuffed Oriental girl turned to discover that, in the interval, Carla had moved a chair to a point near the chaise lounge. "Come here," the other woman said languidly.
With a wildly beating heart, Mei-Ling obeyed. She will make me lie across her lap now and spank me with her hairbrush, the girl thought. But, while Carla ordered her to stretch out, it was on her back on the chaise. And Carla used the hairbrush as it was intended to be used, to brush her long blonde hair.
"You get horny, don't you, Mei-Ling?" Carla asked, conversationally.
"Ye ... yes, Mistress," the other replied, blushing.
"When you do, when you get so horny that you can't stand it, you play with yourself, don't you?" was Carla's next question. Again Mei-Ling blushed as she answered affirmatively.
"What the hell," Carla replied, laughingly. "Why're you so uptight about talking about sex? Why are you blushing just because you've admitted masturbating? Everybody does it. Even people that are married do it to themselves once in a while."
"It ... is a subject I'd rather not talk about, Mistress," the girl managed to say.
Carla cocked her head and gave Mei-Ling a quizzical look. "No matter, I guess," she drawled, "since you're going to show me what you do."
"Mistress?" Mei-Ling breathed, hardly daring to credit her hearing. Carla couldn't really expect her to do that, could she?
"Go ahead!" the blonde woman snapped. "Pretend that you're alone and that you're super-horny; do whatever you'd do to bring yourself off."
Mei-Ling stared at her for a moment, wondering if this wasn't some sort of horrible joke. No, she decided, she is serious, she really does expect me to fondle myself while she watches. But, I ... Suddenly she realized that he had to do what she'd been told. She had agreed to be this woman's slave; her own desires no longer had any validity. If it amuses her to see me touch myself, I'll have to do it, the distraught girl told herself. And I can't beg her not to make me do it, that will just make her enjoy it more when she forces me to comply with her perverted desires.
"I'm waiting, Mei-Ling," Carla snapped. "I don't want to have to tell you again. After all, you know what the alternative is, if you should change your mind about being a slave."
It was all the reinforcement Mei-Ling needed. With an audible gulp, she lifted her chained hands and placed her palms against the ends of her tits, then . commenced to rotating them. Slowly, despite the lack of desire within her, Mei-Ling made her nipples swell and grow until they were large enough for her to catch them in her fingers.
She did so, tweaking them gently as she commenced rubbing her thighs together. Gradually, despite her embarrassment at having to perform such a vile act while the other woman stared at her, Mei-Ling felt the flesh of her pussy start to swell and grow damp. Although she normally would've spent a lot more time playing with her tits, she decided to get the degrading act over with as soon as she could, so she released her tits and slid her hands down over the flat plane of her stomach. While she did so, she planted her feet solidly against the chaise and raised her knees until her heels were against the compact mounds of her ass. Then she swung her knees away from each other as far as they would go, until the tendons that attached her legs to her torso stood out plainly.
She didn't touch her pussy though. Instead, she ran her fingertips up and down her thighs for several moments, barely brushing the heels and sides of her hands against the silky hairs that grew above and round her cunt. Slowly, as she caressed her legs, Mei-Ling managed to forget that Carla was seated almost next to her, watching with amusement as the Chinese girl excited herself.
Mei-Ling's cunt grew hotter and wetter as she continued to tease herself by ignoring the swollen flesh. Finally, however, she could stand tormenting herself no longer. With her middle finger, she traced the beaded surface of her cuntal cleft, rubbing her juices into her hot flesh.
Up and down between the engorged lips of her cunt moved her finger, until her hips commenced to stir on the broad chaise. At that point, she curled her middle finger and brushed the tip of it at her swelling cit. Abruptly the bud blossomed up to its full length and she worked her finger harder and faster against it.
"Nnnnnggghhhh," Mei-Ling moaned as her trim little ass started lifting and falling. Her tits heaved and her thighs quivered as she foraged in her pussy with her fingers, working hard to satisfy herself in the hope that it would be the end of her ordeal once she had satisfied Carla's bizarre tastes.
Her nostrils flared as her excitement grew in spite of herself. As she continued working her fingers in her snatch, the hapless girl knew her hips were lifting and falling in imitation of the coital system. She must think I'm a slut, to be doing this without protesting, she told herself. But I'm just a realist. I know my protests will be ignored, so I comply. I have no choice.
"Nnnnnuuuhhh," she panted, her small asscheeks contracting with her pleasure as they rose in the air. Almost desperately, the Oriental beauty started working first one finger, then several, into the tight passage of her pussy. As she sawed the first joints of the fingers in and out of her virginal twat, she rubbed the fingers of her other hand against her swollen cit with greater urgency.
"Nuuuhhhhhh," Mei-Ling panted as her ass slapped at the firm mattress of the chaise lounge. Behind her tightly shut lids, her eyes rolled back a little and her mouth opened further of its own volition.
So caught up was she in her fondling of her own pussy that the touch of Carla's hands to her heaving tits didn't register at first. Then, when the added stimulation did penetrate her lust-besotted mind, she did nothing but moan louder at the extra pleasure she was feeling.
"Yyiiiieeeee!" Mei-Ling screamed suddenly as her ass rose higher into the air and her juices flowed copiously over her fingers. Her entire compact body shuddered in a series of violent paroxysms as she came harder and harder.
At last, she stilled the actions of her fingers against her cunt and let herself collapse back to the chaise lounge. The hands were still busy on her tits and she let her eyes flutter open as she wondered about that. In truth, Mei-Ling had gotten so involved with her cum that she'd forgotten Carla had advanced her role from that of spectator to that of participant.
"Mmmmmm, darling, that was beautiful," the blonde told her as Mei-Ling turned her head and saw the other woman's avid face staring at her. "Now, lick your fingers clean and we can get on with it."