The Adventures of Lusty Baldwin Ch. 03

Lusty rolled over in the luxurious bed the General's men had set up in his tent. She stretched languidly, relishing the feel of the silky sheets against her skin. She yawned, a jaw-popping yawn that revealed the extent of her exhaustion. Lord, she was tired. Being a sex slave to a man with the appetite of the General was enough to tire out any woman, even the most experienced. Which she wasn't. At least she hadn't been; now she wasn't so sure she could claim that.

The General had proved to be an artful teacher, releasing a side of her that she hadn't known existed. Now, one week into her captivity, she wasn't so sure who was the prisoner. She certainly hadn't expected to enjoy the things the General forced her to do, but she did. Oh yes, she certainly did. The dark, sultry loving he inflicted on her was as addictive as the opium some of the natives used to relieve their pain.

She looked around the tent-cocoon she had been nestled in since her second night in captivity. It was definitely top of the line. The General spared no expense when it came to his and her comfort. The bed took up most of the tent, with room left over for a small chest which contained some clothing items for her, a table and two chairs and another smaller chest with his clothing. The floor was covered with soft carpeting that felt luxurious against her bare feet. The table served as an eating surface but also held a pitcher of water and a bowl where she could clean up.

She spent her days in the tent waiting for him, only to sit and worry whether he would return. She wasn't allowed to leave unless one of his soldiers accompanied her, which made it highly embarrassing when nature called. When the General had heard about her embarrassment he had sent a voluptuous camp cook by the named of Giselle over to accompany her when she had to go.

She was grateful for Giselle's help and her company. While she had grown up with brothers who had no sensitivity at all and didn't hesitate to embarrass her at every opportunity; she wasn't accustomed to doing her business in front of a soldier who was just as embarrassed as her. Thankfully they were now past that point and she could at least try and enjoy the accommodations he provided.

After finishing her morning routine, a soldier brought in some food on a tray. It was the customary island breakfast, sweet cakes, fruit, and dark rich coffee. She wasn't used to being waited on and she had to admit she was enjoying that part of her stay immensely. She was just finishing her breakfast when the General entered the tent. She looked up in surprise.

"Good morning Lusty. I trust you slept well?" he asked.

"I barely slept at all, you rogue, and you know it. What are you doing back here so early, are the days' battles over so soon?" she replied, looking him over in his combat uniform that he wore now that the war had started. He looked haggard; the rugged lines of his face seemed deeper, more pronounced. Running a war and keeping a woman captive was taking its toll.

"I have put Jonathan in charge today. I trust that he will follow my orders and be successful. As for my being here, I have a surprise for you."

"A surprise?" she asked warily. What kind of surprise could he possibly have for her on this isolated stretch of battlefield?

"Yes, but first you must undress and get on the bed."

Lusty eyed him, wondering what he was up to. So far, the sexual encounters they had had together had been pretty fantastic, but she still didn't trust him.

"Why, General, hungry again so soon?" she purred up at him.

"Maybe. There is something I have wanted to do since the moment I laid eyes on you and since you are my captive and must do as I say, I felt this was an opportune moment that I couldn't let slip away. Undress and get on the bed Lusty. Now!"

She recognized the tone of his voice. It was his "I am the General and you will obey me" voice. Getting up from the table, she obeyed his orders, dropping her shift on the floor and crawling onto the enormous bed.

He walked over and immediately secured her hands to the headboard. She had been tied up by him before so it wasn't a shock that he wanted her unable to fight him; she had fought him a time or two and had almost succeeded but his strength had always won out. Most of the time he didn't take chances that she would obey and today was one of those days.

She wasn't prepared though when he walked to the tent flaps and opened it to admit Giselle.

She watched in open-mouthed horror as Giselle walked towards her, removing her clothes along the way. She was an overly voluptuous woman, with the olive complexion of a native and dark curly hair that hung to her waist. Her big beasts swayed as she walked and her nipples brought to mind the large silver-dollar shells she sometimes found on the beach. Lusty averted her eyes from the patch of hair at the apex of her thighs and turned questioning eyes to the General.

"I see you are confused Lusty. Its ok, you will soon understand. Giselle has asked for my permission to be with you and while I don't normally grant permission for such things, I found myself intrigued with the idea of watching her have you."

"You what?" she yelled, frantically trying to escape from the ties around her wrists. "How dare you? HOW DARE YOU? I have let you treat me like I'm an inconsequential whore for a week now, living up to my end of the bargain but I refuse to let you rent me out to a woman! Let me go, I will take my chances with your soldiers instead."

Furious with the General and trying desperately to loosen her bonds, she didn't notice Giselle climbing onto the bed.

"I'm afraid I can't do that," he sighed loudly. "It is too late; our bargain is struck and you will continue to do as I say. Giselle is not so bad; she has beautiful breasts and a nice warm pussy. She only wants to taste you and give you pleasure. Lay back Lusty, stop fighting it. You will enjoy this; I promise."

Like she had a choice Lusty fumed. Her wrists were getting raw from the struggle she was putting up and she wanted to scream in frustration. Giselle moved closer to her on the bed and she shrank from her. It was one thing to be forced into sexual enslavement with a man, but a woman was unheard of. This was pagan, something she had heard of but had never thought really happened until she saw the look of desire in Giselle's eyes.

She averted her gaze and refused to look at her or the General. She may be forced to endure this woman's touch, but she would not give either of them the satisfaction of seeing her reactions.

She heard rather than saw the General walk over to the bed. She could feel him staring down at her and she resisted him for as long as she could. When his hand grabbed her chin and forced her to look up she knew he would not accept her hiding her reactions.

"Do not hide from me. You will not shrink from Giselle's touch. It is not wrong to enjoy the touch of another woman; many women on my island have learned that it is not so bad. Especially when the men are off to war and there is no one there to keep them warm at night. You will find that you will enjoy it also. I will make sure of it."

She refused to acknowledge his remark, choosing instead to remain silent. She couldn't imagine actually enjoying a woman touching her, but she was being given no choice in the matter.

The General moved away from her then, scooting one of the chairs away from the table and closer to the bed. Taking a seat and leaning back into a more comfortable position, he nodded at Giselle, who eagerly nodded back.

Giselle leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Lusty turned her head away only to feel Giselle's lip on her ear. She planted whisper soft kisses all over her ear, following a trail down her neck and towards her breasts.

She was shocked to feel a thrill of desire shoot through her when Giselle's warm mouth clamped over her nipple. Giselle suckled her gently, pulling from her a reaction that was completely unexpected. She was exceedingly gentle, forming her lips around her nipple and blowing cool air across the puckered surface.

Giselle smiled when she saw her nipple respond to her touch. She moved to her other nipple, softly chewing at it with her teeth and watching Lusty jump at the sensation. She took turns with both nipples alternately suckling and biting them, until the peaks were stiff and moist.

Lusty was unaccustomed to the sensations Giselle was causing in her; arousal such as she had never known before and shame that it was a woman causing the sensations in her belly. She felt the General's eyes on her, and knew he was enjoying watching his slave get aroused by a woman.

Giselle's hands were gentle as she pried her legs open. She moved over her, positioning herself in between Lusty's legs. Lusty felt a shock as she felt the intimate touch of a woman's skin against her most intimate places; it was not unpleasant, much like she imagined it to be. Rather, she was surprised to feel how soft her skin was, how like her own.

When Giselle's nipples brushed Lusty's she struggled against the urge to taste the hardened nubs teasing her own nipples. She needn't haven't bothered, for as soon as that thought occurred to her, Giselle was there, offering up the stiff buds towards her mouth. She briefly fought the urge; then gave in as the puckered nipples brushed her lips.

She opened her mouth to allow Giselle entrance and was shocked at how eagerly she sucked the tips into her mouth. She lavished first one nipple then the other with her tongue, lashing at the stiff buds. She was sucking on one nipple when she felt Giselle's mound pushing against her own.

Her hips bucked up to meet hers and she wanted to cry in mortification. Was she really responding like this? Was that really desire for another woman flowing through her veins? Good Lord, it was. She was doomed.

She had never imagined what it would feel like to have a woman grinding into her mound. But now she didn't have to imagine it, it was real. The woman on top of her was working her mound against hers, entangling their pubic hair together in the most intimate way.

Somewhere in the distance she could hear the General talking, most of his words unclear. One statement penetrated the fog she was in.

"Yes Lusty. Yes my dear. Feel that pussy rubbing on yours, feel that wet cunt leaking all over you. I want to see that pussy of yours soaking wet from Giselle's mouth. Would you like that Lusty? Hmm, I know I would."

Was she supposed to respond? Lusty no longer cared. Her legs had come up to wrap around Giselle's waist, pulling her down even closer to her wet pussy. She humped against the woman on top of her, anxious to continue feeling the way she felt. She no longer gave a thought to how wrong this was, only to the fire filling her blood and the need to put it out.

Giselle calmly pulled away from her, unwrapping her legs from around Lusty's waist. She backed up until she was poised above Lusty's pussy. She looked down at Lusty's mound and reached a hand down to caress the damp lips.

"You have a beautiful pussy Ms. Lusty, so puffy, so wet. I will please you Ms., I promise," Giselle whispered reverently.

Lusty thought of all the times Giselle had accompanied her to the great outdoors and flushed with embarrassment. Had she been watching her this whole time? She had instructed Giselle not to address her as Ms. Lusty, it just sounded so wrong, but she had persisted. She had also instructed her not to look but clearly that order had been broken.

Lusty didn't reply to Giselle's remarks, it was too mortifying to even contemplate what she was doing. And yet she couldn't deny that her pussy was exceedingly wet, and swollen.

Giselle's hand cupped her mound, squeezing her thick lips. She slipped a finger in between her lips and let it glide upwards until poised at her clit. Lusty held her breath; she wanted, no, needed, Giselle to slip a finger inside her. Giselle lazily rubbed circles around her clit, watching as the small bud grew and tried to push out of its confines.

"Suck on her clit Giselle, she likes her clit to be sucked on," the General commanded.

Giselle crouched down farther on the bed until her face was in front of Lusty's weeping lips. Lusty pulled on her restraints, frustrated and fearfully anticipating what was next. Her lips were being pulled apart by gentle fingers, her moist insides being exposed to the cool air. She squeezed her eyes shut, afraid to look at or feel what was happening. Her insides contracted violently, betraying her.

When Giselle's lips found her clit and pulled her softly into her mouth, she came off the bed, her hips bucking against the warm mouth placed at her center. Her eyes flew open and saw the General, looking at her, with pure lust gleaming in his eyes. He said nothing, only nodded.

She closed her eyes again, not wanting to see how her arousal was affecting him. But when she closed her eyes she felt the warm mouth suckling on her, pulling her into a hot, wet cocoon. She couldn't have been any more swollen than she was now, her lips engorged with the flames of desire, her clit jumping under Giselle's tongue.

Giselle was thorough; she licked her pussy up and down, sucking her clit in and out of her mouth like she was sucking on a little cock. She was spread wide open, not one inch of her unexposed to this woman's mouth. Lusty knew Giselle was going to make her come, she could feel it building. The soft mouth stroking her clit was ruthless, never letting her catch her breath.

When Giselle slid a finger into her pussy, she screamed, bucking wildly against the sensations coursing through her pussy walls. Giselle didn't stop, pumping her finger in and out of the extremely wet pussy clasping at her face and hand.

Lusty finally got the courage to look, to see what was happening to her body; she saw a woman poised between her legs, thrusting a finger into her deeply while her mouth covered her mound. The sight was almost too much; she hadn't imagined she would like seeing a woman's mouth sucking her clit, but oh God, right now she did.

She became aware of another set of eyes watching and looked up to see the General staring at her intently. Their eyes locked as Giselle continued her onslaught. She pushed two fingers deep into Lusty's womb, matching her thrusts with that of her mouth pulling on her clit.

"Yes, Lusty. I know you want to come, let it go, come for me and Giselle. Feel her soft lips sucking you, and know I am watching you," the General said encouragingly.

His words shocked and thrilled her for she knew they were true. She gave herself up to the heat slicing through her, thrusting her hips up madly, desperate for release. Giselle sucked even harder, twisting her clit in her mouth; then releasing it, only to start it all over again. Her pussy clamped down on the fingers pumping moisture out of her.

The General's mouth came down over hers, his lips hard and brutal. She matched every brutal stroke of his tongue and screamed into his mouth as she came, writhing on the bed; her clit still in the clutches of Giselle's teeth. His kiss softened when he felt her release; she seemed to melt against him in the aftermath of her orgasm but her hips were still thrusting upward.

Giselle released her clit but didn't remove her fingers from inside Lusty. She continued to softly stroke the sopping wet inner walls. Her fingers knew exactly where to touch, and how. She would thrust up softly, then when satisfied with the spot she had found, thrust up hard, over and over.

Lusty moaned. She wasn't sure she could stand another round of this, but she wasn't given a choice. And the fingers gliding in and out of her pussy were too good, too hard, and too wet from her pussy juices for her to ignore. The General's fingers twisted her nipples into little nubs, pulling up on her puckered nipples.

He would twist them too hard, pulling her attention away from the fingers in her pussy for a moment. Then Giselle would slam her fingers into her again, drawing her attention back. She was being slowly tortured, the biting pain in her nipples caused liquid heat to race to her core, but the fingers pumping her pussy were causing more wetness to seep from her. She was sure Giselle's hand was covered with her pussy juice.

She was startled when Giselle pulled her hand out of her pussy and licked the juice running off of it. She offered the General a taste and he licked the juices coating Giselle's fingers. Lusty was shocked by the display but couldn't deny the jolt it gave her to see these two people enjoying her taste.

Giselle repositioned her fingers back into Lusty's pussy, weaving her fingers in a circle inside her walls. Then she began ramming her fingers in and out of her fast, jamming into her harder than before. Lusty bit back the scream building in her throat; her pussy tightened around the fingers digging into her. Her breasts tingled as the General pulled and twisted.

The scream came then, with her pussy pushing up to accept all of Giselle's pounding and her nipples held tight in the General's fingers. She heard the screams but it was hard to accept that it was coming from her. She sobbed out loud when she felt a warm gush of fluid between her thighs, signaling her release.

She was no longer moving; her orgasm had drained her of any energy. She had never come like that before. She felt the wetness underneath her on the bed and couldn't believe it had come from her.

Giselle's fingers were still inside of her, but they, too, were still. The General moved away to stand next to the bed, silently watching her.

She opened her eyes to gauge his reaction. He was fully aroused, that much was obvious. The bulge in his pants was enough to tell her that, but the look in his eyes was one of complete and utter hunger. She shivered as his eyes devoured her, taking in her disheveled state.

"Get up Lusty. I need to have you and I think it's only fair that you service Giselle now, after all she did a rather fine job of servicing you."

What? Lusty blinked in shock. He wanted her to do the same thing to Giselle that she had done to her. Lusty was willing to admit that she had enjoyed, more than enjoyed if she was honest with herself, Giselle's touch but she wasn't sure she could do those same things to her.

She weakly held up her hands still tied to the headboard. He untied her hurriedly, releasing her hands and picking her up. He motioned to Giselle to take her place on the bed. Meanwhile he carried Lusty to the end of the bed.

"Get in between her legs. Spread them open and look at what licking your pussy did to her," the General commanded.

Lusty complied with his order, unsure of what to expect. She touched Giselle's legs and spread them open. She looked down and was jolted when she saw the wet pussy in front of her. Giselle's lips weren't as big as hers but they were still swollen and wet. Lusty reached a hand down to touch her soft downy lips and was surprised at how silky they felt.

She began to explore, moving the lips aside to see the pink hole that was the source of her wetness. She had a sudden urge to place her mouth against that hole and try to capture any liquid seeping out. She shook her head; sure she must be in some alternate reality. But the pussy in front of her continued to contract, forcing more liquid out. Lusty felt her pussy contract in response.

She stopped fighting and bent down to taste the fluid being offered. It didn't taste bad; it was rather sweet actually, with a tangy aftertaste. She lapped at Giselle's pussy, familiarizing herself with its feel and texture.

She was so into exploring this new world in front of her that she didn't notice the General getting onto the bed behind her. When a hard slap rained down on her ass, she jumped, her lips sliding off of Giselle.