After The Conference

Lost in her turmoil, she didn't realise the girl was close behind. Suddenly a hand coiled around Karolin's throat, jerking her head up to confront her reflection in the darkened window. Even barefoot the girl was a head taller than her, and she held Karolin as if she were a mannequin to be positioned at will. The girl's lips brushed against her ear, "Do you see?"

Reluctantly Karolin looked at her image, expecting to see tawdry degradation, some barely sane version of herself, broken, unrecognisable. But there was none of that. The woman staring back at her was wanton, even sultry. How had her chaos of emotion resolved into this? She watched as the girl sought out her breast, squeezing it gently, then savagely pinching an already swollen nipple. Karolin gasped in shock as a sharp pain lanced her tender flesh. The girl hissed.

"This is who you are."

Karolin shook her head, a stray tear running down her cheek.

"No, please.."

The girl leaned forward, her tongue lapping up the tear and trailing back across her face. Karolin moaned, turning into it, trying to prolong the contact.

The girl shoved her away. Karolin staggered forward, almost falling on unsteady legs. She turned back to the girl, trying to read the cold rejection. But her pained look only seemed to provoke her further.

"Such a needy little slut, aren't you?" Karolin cowered, consumed by shame and desire in equal measures. The girl watched her enjoying the moment and then seemed to reach a decision.

"Your clothes are disgusting. You stink of sex. Take them off."

Karolin was horrified, she backed away. "I can't.."

The girl glowered at her. "Do it, unless you want me to tear them off." She moved closer and Karolin recoiled, half expecting her to make good on her threat. She could feel the warmth of the candles on the back of her legs now, she was close to the edge of the circle. The only refuge was the all-consuming darkness that seemed to have closed in around her. Barely able to contain her emotions she shrugged off her coat, letting it fall to the floor.

She couldn't bring herself to make eye contact, but she knew the girl was staring at her intently. Her hands trembled as she fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, and she felt suddenly aware of her less than perfect body. The girl was half her age, she'd judge her, laugh at her inadequacy, even be repelled. She hesitated as she reached the last button.

"Don't stop..." The girl's voice was softer now.

Karolin looked up. Her expression had changed, there was something else there, lurking beneath the dominant. She wanted her to continue, more than that, she thought Karolin was trying to tease her. The notion was so unexpected, Karolin almost laughed as her mind flashed back to the images of the strippers in the hotel lift. But the feeling of desire, of being desired, that was something else. Something that refused to be denied. Karolin tugged the blouse free of her skirt and dropped it onto her coat.

Standing in just her skirt and plain white bra, her confidence wavered. She looked to the girl hoping for some sign of approval, but her stare had once again become hard, impatient. Reluctantly Karolin reached back and unhooked her bra. Her breast felt unusually heavy as if they had somehow swollen, and she feared they would sag. Her nipples hardened at the thought of this new humiliation and she held the bra in place shielding herself.

Without warning the girl ripped the bra from Karolin, tossing it to one side, and grabbing hold of Karolin's breasts. She pulled Karolin closer, squeezing the soft flesh, weighing them in her hands, exploring their size an texture. Karolin struggled to breathe, the sensations were so intense. Her breasts had never been that sensitive, but now they ached with need, incredibly she felt the stirrings of an orgasm begin to form deep inside.

The girl watched the arousal overtake her, teasing it out, allowing it to grow, then as Karolin's breathing began to quicken, she pinched the nipples, tugging each breast away from her body with a sharp twist. Karolin cried out as intense pleasure turned to pain in an instant. She rose onto her toes, trying to relieve the pressure on her nipples, her hands hanging limply by her sides.

The girl hissed, "Did I tell you to stop?"

Karolin shook her head.

The girl increased the pressure. "I can't hear you"

Karolin moaned."..No"

She reached blindly for her skirt fastening, struggling to keep on her toes. It refused to cooperate, and in desperation, she tore it open. The button skittered across the floorboards and she felt the skirt slide down her legs. The girl released her, stepping back to examine her prize. Karolin's hands darted to her breasts, trying to quench the pain radiating from her nipples.

The girl's hand trailed across Karolin's belly towards the wet, matted hair between her trembling legs. Reminded that she had thrown away her panties, Karolin dropped her hands to cover her sex. The girl slapped them aside.

"Mine"

Her eyes locked on Karolin's, daring her to challenge, knowing she wouldn't. Karolin was naked now, save for her laddered stockings, which somehow made her exposure seem even more obscene. She wanted to take them off, but the girl seemed to read her mind.

"Leave them" Her fingers raked slowly through Karolin's tangled bush, toying with its novelty. Karolin shuddered as the teasing fingers lingered close to her hungry sex. Her eyes pleaded with the girl, the last vestige of resistance melting away. Suddenly the fingers dived down, plunging between her lips and curling deep inside her. Karolin cried out, rising to her toes. She clung to the girl's arm, it felt like her whole being had been consumed by a savage lust, flooding her sex and poring down the questing fingers.

The girl grabbed her hair, kissing her with a devouring ferocity, her tongue delving deep into Karolin's mouth, coaxing her into a frantic response. The lips caressing her were soft yet insistent, the tongue teasing hers into sensual exploration. As they kissed, the girl held her in a breathless embrace, one hand clenched tightly in her hair, the other impaling her on frustratingly immobile fingers. She needed more, nothing else mattered. Vainly, she tried thrusting her hips onto the impaling fingers.

Once again the girl pushed her away. Karolin sagged to her knees with an inarticulate moan, instinctively she reached out, begging her to continue. Instead, she snatched Karolin's wrist dragging her towards the sofa. The move was so sudden, Karolin struggled to find her feet, half crawling and scrambling across the splintered floor.

The girl slumped onto the sofa, and in one fluid motion pulled Karolin across her lap, twisting her wrist behind her to pin her in place. Karolin cried out, more in shock than fear, her legs thrashed wildly as she struggled to free herself. The girl waited for her to exhaust herself, then she began to run her hand gently across the exposed bottom. Karolin shuddered with the certainty of what would follow.

"Please, don't." she whimpered.

The girl ignored her, gently drawing her nails across the back of Karolin's thighs and repeatedly tracing a path along the divide between her trembling cheeks. Karolin could feel her legs begin to part under the insistent caress. The humiliation of exposing herself so utterly to the girl only contributed to her arousal. With each pass, the fingers seemed to delve ever closer to tight pucker of her rose and she found herself clenching with anticipation.

She was so absorbed by the sensations that she heard the crack of the first blow before she felt the impact. The power seemed completely at odds with the girl's slender figure, as she rained blow after blow on Karolin's helpless bottom. Shock took Karolin's breath away, but as the assault continued the pain rapidly grew from stinging discomfort to a fire that blazed from her tortured cheeks.

She begged the girl to stop, but she continued with brutal indifference. Blow after blow echoed off the bare walls although they had long become indistinguishable amidst the throbbing pain.

Soon, sobs began to rack her body. For the first time since childhood, Karolin felt the relentless flow of tears and watched as they pooled beneath. Gradually she felt all her resistance fall away, every ounce of fight, whatever it was that defined her ego seemed to evaporate. It was like moving into another state, one where the past preoccupations of dignity and self-respect seemed an inconsequential echo.

It was so strange and unexpected that she barely noticed the girl had stopped until she felt those long slender fingers slide into her. It was a feeling so exquisite she couldn't help but throw back her head with a gasp of pleasure. She could feel the juices running out of her as the knowing fingers gently probed, seeking out and teasing at her G spot. All the pain she had endured now seemed to coalesce with intense pleasure. She arched her back, rearing up from the girl's lap and crying out again and again.

The girl released her wrist, and instinctively Karolin reached for her own breasts, squeezing and tugging her nipples, adding yet more incendiary pain to the rising tide of ecstasy. The girl's free hand, gathering up the moisture running from Karolin's sex, continued up into the dark crevice between her cheeks.

Karolin shuddered with anticipation. She felt the girl's finger begin to gently circle the tightly clenched knot of flesh, alternatively probing and caressing. Her sex seemed to flood once more and she could feel the approaching climax like a vast vortex drawing her in. It was unbearable, her mind and body felt suspended on the breathless edge of a release of frightening intensity.

The finger circled again, then began to press home, worming its way through the tightly clenched muscle. Karolin's whole body went rigid, held in a titanic struggle to withstand the invasion that she knew would consume her. Sensing the end, the girl's fingers picked up the pace, thrusting rapidly into the tunnel of her sex.

As her climax began to take hold, Karolin lost control, her muscles clamped down upon the invading fingers gripping them for one eternal second before the finger buried between her cheeks pushed past the ring of muscle and sank into the virgin passage beyond.

Karolin screamed as the tidal wave of pleasure crashed over her, a torrent of fluid poured from her sex, soaking the girl and splashing to the floor beneath her. Shaking with emotion Karolin began to sob uncontrollably, babbling frantic apologies, which rendered incomprehensible by choking tears and self-disgust.

The girl gently stroked her back, patiently waiting for Karolin to resurface. Somehow the unexpected tenderness only served to make things worse. She tried to stand, but her legs wouldn't support her and she sagged to her knees on the wet floorboards. She didn't dare look at the girl but hung her head in abject shame.

"...You must think I'm disgusting.. I've never done anything like.. I..I.."

Her voice sounded small and pathetic, but before she could go any further, the girl reached out lifting her chin and looking down at her with a wry grin.

"Here, taste" She held out her fingers, still glistening with moisture.

Karolin recoiled.

"Trust me" It seemed absurd after all that had happened, but Karolin realised that somehow she did trust the girl. Tentatively she opened her mouth, bracing herself for the anticipated revulsion. For a moment the girl teased her, tracing the outline of her mouth, then her fingers delved inside and Karolin reluctantly closed her lips around them. She expected the acrid bite of urine, but as her tongue tentatively explored the fingers, she was confounded. The only flavour was the faint watery echo of her arousal. Confused, she looked up at the girl.

"You've never come like that before?"

Karolin shook her head, her tongue exploring the fingers with a renewed wonder. Up until now, she'd believed it was merely a male fantasy, some absurd invention of pornographers, but here was the proof. A whole unexplored, unimagined dimension of her sexuality that had just appeared from nowhere. It was exhilarating and frightening.

The girl watched the confusion and uncertainty play across Karolin's face as she slowly withdrew her fingers.

"Come."

She stood and without a backward glance walked towards a door in the corner of the room. Karolin, still on her knees, watched her disappear. Leaning on the sofa arm she pulled herself up, her stockings, long since ruined, now clung to her legs in a sodden embrace. Her bottom throbbed from the beating. She reached back running her hand over the glowing cheeks savouring the pain now so inexplicably linked to a climax that still electrified her senses. She needed more, nothing else mattered.

The girl was waiting for her at the foot of an elaborately carved bed, the flotsam of someone's affluent past. Her calm self-assurance was somehow enhanced by the tawdry decadence of this Gothic monstrosity. The same keen aesthetic Karolin had seen in the paintings was palpable in this living tableau. She was bewitching, irresistible. The girl beckoned.

"Undress me"

There was no reluctance now, Karolin burned for her touch. She stepped forward, reaching for the hem of the girl's tee shirt. She looked up as if seeking approval, but the Kohl dark eyes merely held her, waiting for Karolin to own her desire.

"Please.." Karolin barely managed a whisper.

The girl gave a slight nod and Karolin began to raise the tee-shirt up a tight athletic torso. There was no hint of fat beneath the impossibly white flesh. As she unveiled the faint lattice of ribs, the girl bent forward allowing Karolin to pull the tee-shirt over her head and free. She was naked beneath, her breasts were small, and had no need of support.

Karolin dropped the tee-shirt, drinking in the sight of the two firm mounds with hard erect nipples, each pierced through with glistening silver bars. Karolin longed to touch them, to suckle on their taught perfection, but there was more that she had to see. She reached for the waistband of the skirt, running trembling hands along the fabric trying to find the catch.

The girl watched with amused detachment, as Karolin realised the zip was at the back. There was no way she could get behind the girl without moving her away from the bed, her only option was to step closer and reach around.

"Is there a problem?" Karolin looked up, too startled to speak.

"Well?"

She shook her head, suddenly aware of her nipples jutting with arousal. Her hands slid further around the skirt, stealing a furtive caress as they pulled her into a close embrace. Her breasts pillowed in the girl's skin, and she felt her breath catch with the frisson of contact. Her lips were mere centimetres away from the girl's breasts and the desire to kiss them was overpowering. Karolin wanted the cleave to the girl, to melt into her flesh, to be possessed by her, but instinctively she knew this was out of her control. The girl would decide.

The skirt zip rested in the small of the girl's back and reaching for it allowed Karolin the brief liberty of resting a cheek against her breast. The girl indulged her for a moment before shifting impatiently. Karolin tugged at the zip trying to free the skirt, but it was made of some sort of elasticated material and refused to let go. Reluctantly she moved back, and without prompting, sank to her knees so that she could pull the skirt down.

As she eased it past her hips the naked mound of the girl's sex appeared before her, framed by the ripped crotch of black tights. It was the most intensely erotic vision Karolin had ever seen. The pale denuded flesh contrasting with the shredded black nylon suggested a kind of frenzied revelation. Karolin allowed the skirt to fall to the floor, unable to prevent her eyes feasting on every curve and contour of its perfection.

The tight crease between the girl's legs was defined by delicate lips that seemed to fold within her, creating a perversely adolescent quality. A faint trace of moisture glistened in the candlelight, exuding a scent that pulled Karolin inexorably closer. Her hands slid back up the nylon clad legs as she placed a tentative kiss on the tender mound.

The girl leaned back against the bed, opening herself up, her fingers combing through Karolin's hair, drawing her in. Karolin's mouth descended on her sex, kissing and licking in a mad confusion driven by a compulsion to absorb every taste, touch and fragrance. The whole universe seemed to fold into a single conjunction of pleasure between the girl's thighs.

She drew each labia into her mouth, sucking and gently separating one from the other, releasing a flood of juices that she greedily lapped and smeared over her cheeks. Her tongue repeatedly probed the tightly clenched mouth of her vagina, trying to gain entry, before sliding up to nuzzle at her hooded clit. The girl groaned, and pulling her closer, began to rock her hips, grinding her sex into Karolin face. As she gasped for each breath, her every sense filled by the girl, the suffocating assault that had caused panic in the dark confines of the cinema, now coalesced with Karolin's insatiable desire to give herself completely.

Her tongue tirelessly pursued the girl's clit as it passed, always teasingly out of reach. In desperation she tried to still the girl, her fingers biting into the taught nylon covered cheeks, but it only provoked more urgency. There was no way Karolin could keep pace with the frenzied motion, she was little more than an object, held tight against the rough caress of impossibly soft lips, saturated with the girl's arousal. Helpless, she looked up, her eyes pleading.

The girl seemed to tower above Karolin, her torso shuddering, every muscle sculpted with athletic precision. Her head hung forward as if she were looking down, but her eyes were tightly closed, utterly focused on her own pleasure. In that instant, Karolin understood the girl's pleasure wasn't in her gift, she was merely its instrument. She knew should be repulsed but instead, she was overcome with a sudden blissful sense of freedom. Nothing was expected of her, she had only to be here in the moment. She offered up her face, willing the girl to find her pleasure in any way she chose.

The girl sensed the change, her fingers caressed Karolin's hair, guiding her efforts without any hint of force. Soon, her breathing became ragged and Karolin could feel her tense like a drawn bowstring. Spurred on, she wrapped her arms around the girl's thighs, stilling her insistent thrusting, and sucking the swollen clit between pursed lips. She cried out, her hands fixing Karolin's head in place as the overpowering sensations carried her to the very brink of ecstasy.

Karolin, with an instinct beyond experience, gently drew the engorged clit across the edge of her teeth, and the girl convulsed as the orgasm finally burst within her. A flood of juices poured into Karolin's eager mouth, down her neck and onto her breasts. Unable to take any more, the girl pushed her away and fell back onto the bed, her body still juddering with the aftershocks.

Karolin sank back on her heels, staring in wonder between the splayed thighs at the glistening sex. Her eyes devoured every detail, consumed by the erotic beauty of what she'd worshipped so fervently, and somehow stunned by her unimaginable role. She felt like she'd been disassembled and somehow remade into something unrecognisable, something she feared would destroy her rational self. She knew too that running away was no longer an option, this was inside her now and there was no escape.

Lost in thought, Karolin didn't notice the girl had sat up and was watching the turmoil play across her face.

"Still Lost?"

Karolin looked up, surprised to see the girl starring down at her. She didn't know how to reply, it seemed too big a question.