Castle Keep Ch. 07byAsylumSeeker©
"Shhh, I will," Mary whispered in a calming tone, although she truly doubted that the opportunity to speak with Danielle would ever present itself again. "Please, we must get started."
As the prisoner sat in the hot tub of water, Mary silently scrubbed her skin with a gritty paste that smelled wonderful. Her touch was soft and compassionate, which seemed so out of place in the harsh environment she currently found herself in. Christie felt a real connection with the woman, and quickly grew to admire and trust her.
In that moment of clarity she suddenly understood how Danielle could have done such a thing. During the brief respite from the abuse, on the brink of a frightening future, it was so easy to reach out and cling to the kindness of an understanding person... even if that person was another woman.
Christie turned her head to face Mary. Their eyes met in a deep gaze. When the prisoner leaned forward and closed those moist eyes, Mary did the same. Their full, soft lips lightly kissed in a series of loving gestures. Mary knew that if the Captain found out about this indiscretion it would be dutifully reported, but what was there left to lose? They were both seeking comfort and reassurance in a world that offered so little of either.
Mary pulled Christie into her arms and tightly hugged the nervously trembling girl, the vibrations seeming to ease once in the warm embrace. Mary's tongue slowly snaked into Christie's willing yet hesitant mouth, the wet muscles gently exploring and entwining in deep, affectionate kisses that soon quickened their pulses.
"I am so sorry for my harsh words," Christie offered a heartfelt apology for her earlier criticisms of both Mary and her older sister. "Please, forgive me."
"You have done nothing requiring forgiveness," Mary assured her.
Although if asked Mary could not have thought it possible, Christie was even more lovely than her sibling. Both were beautiful, yet the youngest was the closest to perfection than any person had a right to be. As Mary's heart filled with desire she kissed the girl harder, her anxious tongue swirling faster. The embrace grew heated, arousing them both.
Mary uncoiled her arms from around Christie's body to caress her smooth back, shoulders, and neck. Her hands fondled their way to her front before finally cupped the upright breasts that she had been longing to touch since first laying eyes on them. As her palms and fingers lovingly squeezed on the mounds Christie's back arched, eagerly thrusting them forward, the erect nipples straining and pulsating with exuberant excitement.
Christie's mouth retreated and she rested her chin on Mary's left shoulder, lamenting, "Such sad times are these that drive women into one another's arms for the love that men are not there to afford them."
As Mary drew the swollen nubs of Christie's breasts between her fingers and rubbed on the peaks, Christie's face contorted in expressions of delight. Face reddening with arousal, her moans of pleasure echoed in the dark chamber as the tips swelled even larger. Mary's mouth licked and kissed up and down her extended neck, savoring the feel of her perfect skin, taking the time to fully enjoy every inch of Christie's precious body.
Her mouth slowly eased its way down over Christie's shoulders and closed in on a succulent swell. The closer her mouth got, the harder and faster the girl's breathing became. Soon her chest was heaving. The perfectly formed breasts were now oscillating at a quick and steady rate as Mary's lips attached to a nipple. Christie filled the chamber with moans of surprised delight.
"Uhnn!" her sweet, high-pitched voice softly groaned as she thrust her throbbing peak harder against Mary's moistened lips. "Oh yes! It feels so good."
Mary reached a hand down to drag the tips of her fingers along the inside of a thigh. Christie's legs shifted apart, eager to be touched. Realizing that time was limited and there was much that needed to be accomplished Mary did not tease the girl as thoroughly as she would have otherwise. Instead her hand pressed against Christie's crotch, feeling the soft love mound and warm, velvety outer folds.
Christie's hips began slight thrusting motions and rubbed her virtue against the fingers as Mary squeezed on her crotch. One eased between the lips and descended into the narrow slit, Christie's body stiffening in delight. Her breathing turned ragged as her soft moans grew desperate. She shuddered as the fingertip glided over the hard clitoris, teasing the eager nub.
Mary's mouth moved to the opposing nipple, leaving the first visibly throbbing, glistening with wetness from the warm saliva. Christie groaned aloud as she felt Mary's wet mouth embracing the other peak. Tingling heat enveloped her loins, sparking her passion. Before long the awakened girl was seeping essence while anxiously writhing.
Christie felt an upward pressure so she rose up on her knees to place her lower back against the edge of the tub. When Mary silently urged her a second time, the prisoner moved up and sat on its edge. Mary excitedly pulled her knees apart to expose Christie's crotch, watching as water dripped from the tuft of dark hair that matted her aroused sex. The pink vertical lips looked puffy and were slightly open, providing a glimpse of the inviting flesh within.
"I am frightened," Christie admitted in a breathless whisper.
"As was your sister at first," Mary acknowledged her hesitant confession. "Relax and enjoy this brief respite from the evil that surrounds us."
Her hands moved around Mary's head as the woman leaned forward between Christie's quivering thighs. Christie's fingers sifted through Mary's silky soft mane of yellow, temporarily comforted by the stranger's tenderness.
The virgin tensed as Mary's fingers gently separated the lips. Her warm, wet tongue extended, delicately tracing along the smooth walls of sensitized flesh. Christie delighted in the wondrous tingling waves of pleasure that rippled through her form, instinctively pulling Mary's mouth harder against her innocent sex and anxiously grinding it upon that incredible tongue.
The joyous ripples intensified, surprising Christie with the powerful delight another woman could bring. Mary lapped at the plentiful tangy juice that moistened the outer folds and flooded the vertical canyon of heated, velvet-soft flesh.
Suddenly Christie found herself in a place that had no sense of time or purpose. For those few seconds she was untouchable, her soul lifting beyond the fear and misery that plagued her. All she felt was jubilant elation as her luscious body tensed hard and savored the powerful tingling delight of orgasm. It was much more wonderful and uplifting than she ever could have imagined.
"Uhnnn! Oh, yesss!" Christie groaned as her thighs clamped against the sides of Mary's face, drawing it even harder against her quaking pussy. "Uhhh!"
A flood of wetness soaked the flesh valley, moistening Mary's face before seeping into her skilled mouth. After the initial rush of ecstasy, Mary's tongue retreated from Christie's clitoris to lap at the spilling essence that dripped from her center. It was very satisfying for Mary knowing that even if only for a few moments she was able to give the innocent prisoner some sense of joy and relish the taste of her flowing wetness.
Afterward Mary carefully lowered the sibling back into the water. With a frightened and uncertain look in her eyes Christie gazed uncertainly at the woman.
"I don't... I can't..." she stammered, sensing that Mary might be expecting her to return the intimate favor.
Mary smiled reassuringly. "Do not worry, for I would not expect you to. I must begin the cleansing process immediately, for I have already allowed too much time to elapse."
The Captain saw to it that both women were shackled. It was completely unnecessary but was done more for the psychological distress it incited than for security concerns. Two guards secured thick leather belts around their waists, then pinned the heavy iron shackles closed around both wrists. They were nude except for a thin robe that cloaked their shapely bodies, which had been donned prior to his return.
He stepped up behind Mary and placed his lips to an ear. "Was she as tasty a treat as she looks?"
She knew he had nothing to go on but his suspicions. "She smells clean, and would likely taste the same."
"This is not the answer I seek," he responded, cruelly adding, "It would be most unwise to stir my ire knowing where we are headed."
Mary cringed as she realized the danger she was facing. Toying with him as she was could be unwise indeed. Her nipples stiffened as she thought how best to describe the flavor of Christie's seeping essence. Licking on her virgin flesh had been an exhilarating distraction, as her sister had been as well.
"Sweet, like honey, yet tangy as well," she answered. "It is difficult to accurately describe."
She felt a throbbing pressure against her lower back and knew at once what it was. The good Captain was growing excited. A chill shot down her spine as she softly gasped. A finger lightly touched the tips of both straining nipples through the robe which stiffened them even more. Tingling warmth erupted in her loins, accompanied by a soft moan.
"I can handle things from here. Return to your posts immediately," the Captain ordered.
He was left alone with his two beautiful charges. The Captain knew better than to touch Christie, but Mary was an entirely different matter. She was being punished as a punitive lesson for Danielle's benefit. Chadwick no longer entertained any sexual desire for the blonde as he once had, leaving her ignored in the dark chamber that had become her residence, cleansing others that their lord found tempting.
He peered down over her right shoulder at the outline of her breast and its excited peak. The tip was pointing straight out and visibly pulsated. Her breathing quickened the longer he teased the nubs. After a few moments his fingers grasped the edges of the robe at her chest and pulled it open to reveal the bare mounds. It was an inspiring sigh, one which he openly admired, freely gazing upon the supple, heaving globes and the erect pink nipples.
She quivered as tingling jolts rippled through Mary's flesh, causing her moans to intensify.
"I still recall that day when I found you down by the stream collecting water," he shared in a quiet whisper as he reminisced.
"And I hate you for it with all I am," she quickly countered.
Ignoring her words, his hands squeezed on both of the bare swells. She stiffened, aware of the hardness pressing at her back more insistently than before.
"I will have you," he promised in a determined voice. "And you will take great joy in the act, despite all the hatred you have reserved for me."
A knock sounded. He knew its meaning and covered Mary's exposure.
He led them down circular stairs into the bowels of the castle. The chilly air was heavy and damp, and smelled stale. The two women tensed in fear as the future suddenly loomed on the horizon. On the verge of facing an uncertain fate they repeatedly glanced at one other with tear-moistened eyes.