Freyja Inc. Ch. 05

Katrina broke into her head once more, "MS. EGAN do you understand the request? Yanna is in much need of some relief and you are holding that up. If you can not follow the order then you must leave at once!"

In a fearful state Shea nodded her head and timidly reached over placing her hand over Yanna's private area as ordered. As her hand made contact with Yanna's flesh she could feel the warmth and soft texture of her pussy teasing the nerve laden side of her hand. It was so soft and squishy like grabbing a dreamy pink cloud. The heat coming from it only made it feel that much more beautiful, Shea was confused and excited all at the same time. She held on to her pussy for the longest examining all of the emotions rocketing through her head about life, love, and desire.

Shea's fear of lesbianism was strong and founded in her teachings from as far back as early childhood but at this moment everything came crashing down around her. She didn't want to be but she had to know if. The sudden increase in desire when around a naked woman or the increased arousal when thinking about being with another woman was driving her crazy; all of this madness started that fateful night at the Ball where see was forced to strip for Trish.

The voice yelling in her head snapped Shea back to the task at hand. Katrina was now a little put out, her voice had a twinge of anger in it and Shea now feared for another reason. As she nodded giving Katrina the sign that she was paying attention Shea told her self that she must, no had to do what ever it was Katrina said or she would be cut from the program and tossed out into the street with nothing.

Nodding at every word Shea received her assignment and steadied her self for the task. As instructed she slowly drew her palm up sliding her fingers along the wet slit until the tips of her fingers rested on top of Yanna's clit. Pressing down with mild pressure she rolled the button around driving Yanna's pleasure meter up until she was almost there. With a sharp flick of the wrist Shea withdrew her fingers outward them slapped them back down onto her clit shooting a shockwave through Yanna that elicited a gasp.

Shea's orders were to continue to tap on Yanna's pleasure button until she was about to cum, then stop and move down over her dangling lips. Finding a rhythm that would be recognized as a 4/4 beat on a metronome Shea patted and pummeled Yanna's clit until it was ready to explode. Thrusting her hips out to meet the impact Yanna was on the verge of climax, allowing this to happen would have been a direct violation of her orders so Shea stopped slapping the now red fleshy mound on and around her clit. To gain control again of the moment Shea cupped Yanna's pussy once more this time squeezing it as if she was folding her fingers back flat against her palm.

The sudden change and tight grip on her pussy caused Yanna's knees to buckle slightly as she rose up on her toes. Her legs know looked as if she was straddling a wide square box which actually gave Shea better access to the treasures she was starting to desire.

A sudden flip of the wrist and Shea slapped the delicate soft lips of Yanna's pussy with a mild force. The strike was not enough to hurt but enough to get her attention. As her fingers impacted the tormented flesh of Yanna's pussy Shea felt the viscous fluid that was seeping out coat her digits. Again her fingers brought a minimally stinging blow to the hot flesh. Shea picked up her pace returning to the 4/4 beat. As she increased her rhythm she also added a bit more force to the slap. Shea could tell that she was driving Yanna crazy by the way she was dancing on her tip toes. It was getting close and she wanted to please Katrina so she stopped and returned to the hard squeeze of her palm.

Yanna let out a, "AAAHHHH!" as Shea's hand squeegee out a hand full of hot juice into her palm.

Shea was now starting to enjoy the game she was playing and began to take steps further than instructed. Rolling her fingers over Yanna's clit in a massaging fashion she brought her to the edge once again only to push her back by clamping down on her folds for the third time. When she began to slap her pussy she moved her hand around covering all of the tender flesh from her clit down to the area between her two holes. The roaming torture on Yanna was relentless; Shea was taking her as high as she could before she let her ride over the peak of orgasm.

Yanna was now beet red between her thighs. Shea had slapped so much color into her that it glowed from the stinging heat. Yanna continued to thrive on this pain and pleasure as she started to rock back and forth humping the air as Shea administered the fatal blow. With her hand cupped Shea drew down upon Yanna with a hard pop driving electric impulses through her pussy up her body arcing from one nipple to the other then finally reaching the pleasure sensor in her brain.

A banshee scream of masochistic bliss came forth out of that small delicate woman when her moment finally arrived. The pitch and volume of the audible outburst was such Shea knew the Butlers would come running to make sure everyone was OK. In an attempt to muffle the noise Shea stuck her four cum soaked fingers into Yanna's open mouth stuffing her so she wouldn't alarm everyone. As her animalistic cry died down Shea removed her fingers only to have Yanna suckle them before they left her mouth.

Hanging there by the death grip her hands had on the pipe Yanna's body went limp. Seeing her victim so satiated with pleasure Shea couldn't help but grab her head with both hands and kiss her deeply and passionately. As Yanna returned the kiss Shea's tongue explored the inside of Yanna's mouth as it danced with her tongue. During the kiss Shea noticed a delightful tangy flavor she had never known. Latter that night she realized it was the taste of another woman and she found it troubling but yet desirable.

As Shea warmed up under the water Tess sat there wide eyed and slack jawed. Yanna slowly returned to the hear and now as the other two girls waited to see if there was anything else they were ordered to do. As they waited Yanna finally stood, faced toward the head and turned on only the clod water. The ice water splashed over her body bringing goose bumps to her flesh but also numbing the stinging heat radiating form her ass, breast, and now soon to be sore pussy.

After what felt like five minutes Yanna cut off the water then walked over to Tess, in an act of controlling dominance she grabbed Tess by the back of the head and pulled her to her lips. Kissing her deep she made sure to force Tess down as she backed her onto the ledge. With a push off of finality Yanna wheeled around and stalked Shea across the room. Placing a hand on her chest as she approached Yanna backed Shea onto the ledge behind her. With one hand she snared a tuff of hair on the back of Shea's head and tilted it back. With the other she firmly clutched Shea's C cup breast hard, bringing her lips to Shea's she kissed her with a passion that could only be described as a truly honest thank you. Her tongue danced across Shea's with more eagerness than before and as she broke the kiss she bit down on Shea's lower lip pulling it with her as she backed off.

As Yanna was taking control of the moment Shea became aware of the amount of slick fluid leaking out of her own pussy. She never stopped long enough to realize she had enjoyed the dominating action of before. The touch and feel of another woman's tender flesh mixed with the taste she discovered in Yanna's mouth had caused he body to react in a way she had not expected.

Leaving her there on the ledge Yanna walked out glancing over her shoulder at Shea, the look in her eye was reminiscent of a seductress who just found her prey.

With the game over and showers had, both girls hurried back to their room to get ready for dinner.

As Shea walked into her room Wesley was there holding her evening attire. As fast as possible Shea leaped into her sheer bra and thong, with her hair still damp she had Wesley braid it so she wouldn't be delayed further. Running down the hall Shea made her way to the dinning room with only ten minutes left to eat.

Tess made it to the table slightly before Shea but Heather was there already finished with her meal. Not knowing what happened, Shea and Tess ate quickly with no conversation. As they gulped down the last of their meal they both stopped long enough to see Heather's eyes red and bloodshot as if she had been crying.

Before they could ask any questions Danielle's voice came through load and clear. "Ladies, I need you to do some research for me. In the library there is a section on art, if you would please find out everything you can on a Celtic Gold Warrior Fibula circa 3rd century B.C. and write it out on your laptops. Your assistants will foreword me the information tonight after you have been tucked in."

With their meal over the girls made their way over to the library. At the entrance all three butlers were standing there holding a laptop computer. As the girls passed by they handed their respective charge the computer and walked them in to a seat at one of the round tables.

Wesley was very nice and polite as always as he began setting up the network for the computer. As he crawled under the table he came very close to Shea's thighs. "Spisss, Spissss, Ms. Egan." He whispered.

Looking down Shea made eye contact with him as he started to whisper a helpful hint, "Don't forget to search the ancient text, sometimes the information in there is more accurate about detail. It is always good to read from someone who had physically seen the item in question."

Returning to her side Wesley made one last adjustment to the machine and life sprang to the screen. Flickering on the screen was the three flamed flame that haunted Shea's mind for over a month now.

As the girls searched through volumes of art history books Shea could tell Heather didn't have her heart into it, she seemed somewhat distracted. While standing next to the stack together Shea even leaned over and softly asked if she was OK. Heather nodded her head yes but didn't verbally answer. Shea left it at that, understanding she wasn't ready to talk about it.

Tess was busy typing up most of the information she had found along with Heather, Shea on the other hand decided to take Wesley's advice and began looking through one of the old books over in the corner. Shea put on the white cloth gloves next to the shelf just as the sign requested as she lifted a very old brittle book from its place on the top row. She chose that specific book because of the title labeled under it, Kalhan the Dane Memoirs of Travels to Far Lands circa 146 A.D. The book was hard to read but drawings in it made the book interesting to look at.

Shea spotted scenes from Kalhan's travels as he documented the people he encountered along the way. What she found in most of the pictures were simple foke from the time and era. One drawing caught her eye; the individual had to be of great importance because the artist used color to capture the elegance of the person's attire. Shea notice that they wore a fibula on there clock similar to the type she had been researching. The odd thing about this person was they worn two fibulas one on each side just below the shoulder. The pinning of the clock gave the individual the appearance of wearing a cape. Examining the drawing closer both fibulas were exactly the same in detail as if they were a matching set.

Noting that mentally she continued to flip through the book glancing at the drawings until one burned into her soul. On one of the back pages she saw the flame design she had seen over and over. Above the flame there was an artistic rendition of a woman riding a chariot drawn by two Gib-cats. Her beauty was that of the Greek goddess Aphrodite. In oddly styled writing she could make out the name Freyja, but nothing else.

Shea closed the book very carefully not to damage it and returned to her table pale as a ghost. Staring at her screen for some time she finally brought her self to write up her report on the findings about the Celtic Fibula. Included in her report was the information she found about a sale in 2001 at South Kensington Auction house. It appears the British Museum of London bought a Golden Celtic Warrior Fibula circa 3rd century B.C. for 1.1 million British Pounds the equivalent to 1.65 million US dollars. In her report she also included the thought that most fibulas were made in pares so there could be a matching piece still unaccounted for.

When the girls had finished their project each returned to their room to prepare for bed. Shea had a million questions running through her head due to the sighting of the flame in the ancient book. There was only one person she could ask and Wesley was about to be grilled.

Storming in, she launched into Wesley firing question after question about who, what, and how. Most of the questions he refused to speak on but he did elaborate on the picture in the book.

"Ms. Egan the flame you see is the corporate logo for the organization it is derived from a mythological being." He said.

Angrily Shea fired back at him, "I kind of gathered that but who the hell is she?"

"Well lets see, on one hand she is the goddess of love and fertility while on the other hand she is a Leader of the Valkyrie and goddess of war. So you see she is a very complicated woman who no one really knows. I personally like to think she is a mythological being loving all and fighting for those she loves." He rambled.

"I mean what the hell does she have to do with this? The whole organization and crap!" Shea grumbled with boiling anger.

"She is our muse." He replied.

"Like some kind of worship or something? Are you telling me this is a cult or something?" she fired back.

"No Madame, this is not a cult but a very successful business venture that has taken on the persona of the ancient Nordic Goddess Freyja. By using her skills and applying them to business the organization has become very wealthy and has been able to remain that way for some time. Think of it as a company motto or creed, which best explains it to someone who is not in the know." He said as he turned to her holding a silver tray covered in a white cloth.

Shea was still confused and angry when she looked down towards the trey. The lump in the middle looked larger than the one there the previous night. Ripping the cloth back Shea felt every thing whirling through her mind come to a screeching halt. On the trey as every night before Wesley had the plug that was to be inserted into her ass, the last one felt huge but the one she was staring at now was far bigger than she could have expected.

"There is no way that is going to fit in my ASS!" Shea blurted out as she was finally able to find words.

"I thought there might be some hesitation so I took the liberty of setting up the relaxation rod for you over on the bed. You will also find the lubrication has been warmed to 98.6 degrees to help ease the shock to your little muscles. Warming them up sometimes helps them to relax." He replied.

Shea had been knocked off her game, she came in trying to get answers and now she was struggling to accept the fact that she was about to have a hazard cone planted in her rear. Making her way onto the bed Shea took up the position she used the last time she had to "RELAX" her back door. Lubing the silver rod with one hand she realized the girth of it was as big as some of the male sex organs she had seen or felt during her limited sex life. This was going to be difficult if not painful but she knew she had to follow orders to remain in the program. After the shower incident she was sure Heather was on her way out and she didn't want to be next.

After applying ample amounts of lube to the rod Shea used her fingers to rub in a generous amount on and in her ass. It wasn't difficult to fit two fingers up her ass now and the lube made it slid in and out with great ease. The intrusion was actually pleasurable but she controlled her feelings enough to do the job and move on.

Lining up the large pole Shea pushed it against her opening forcing the tip to penetrate her pucker. The first part of the rod wasn't too bad but as she pushed more of it inward she felt her hole stretch open wider than before. "God, it feels like a truck driving up my ass." She said aloud as the rod slowly started to sink deeper into her butt.

With slow steady pressure Shea managed to bury the rod as deep as her grip would allow. Pulling out slowly she felt the familiar tingle inside her pussy as her pleasure started to rise. It only took four or five strokes for Shea to become horny as hell as she pumped her ass with the large steel rod. With a steady beat and some wiggling of her ass Shea was within sight of her anal orgasm. Picking up the speed and force of each thrust Shea marched her self to a massive body convulsing explosion of joy. The audible scream hit such a high pitch Wesley was barely able to hear it.

As deja vue set in Wesley made his way over to his young charge. Face down breathing erratic Shea was lost in a cloud as the aftershock of her orgasm rippled through her. The silver rod protruded out from her ass like a odd shaped tail, the only thing different from the previous anal adventure was the absence of her fluid gushing vaginal orgasm that left her such a mess. Removing the rod with careful hands Wesley wiped clean her lower half has he inserted the large rubber cone firmly in her rectal cavern.

Dressing her in her night gown Wesley moved the rag doll around on the bed until he had her tucked in tight ready for sleep. Deviating from the normal educational/tutorial selection for the night Wesley coded a special history lesson into the keypad next to the head board. As he left the room he gathered up Shea's laptop and flips the lights.

The familiar humming started the like a voice from above the lesson began. Over the next few hours the narrator lectured on the history, literature, and lineage of the Nordic Mythological Goddess Freyja.

During the night Shea learned everything there was to know about the blonde haired, blue eyed, fair skinned goddess; the relationship between her and the other Norse gods and what she stood for. Shea was informed of the power she had over men when she worn her flame necklace and how she commanded the Valkyrie. The most interesting thing in the lecture was the information about how Freyja was also the Goddess of Love. The narrator spoke on the use of sex as a power and also delved into some of the more intimate forms of sex. As the images of the goddess invaded her dreams Shea pictured her self making love to the deity in many different ways, all of which were far from the norm for the previously shy girl from the mid west.

As before Shea's hands were not idle during the night. Finding the damp hole between her legs her fingers danced a naughty step causing her to tug, pinch, flick, tap, circle, and fuck her pussy over and over throughout the night. The number of orgasms didn't matter because once those digits started they didn't stop, even as the bright morning light blinded her Shea find her fingers pumping deep into her now sloppy gushing hole. The index finger on each hand was diving deep and pulling open her wet slot as they came out.

Wesley pulled back the covers revealing Shea's manual manipulation of her pussy. As he saw her cum covered hands groping around between her legs he said, "My haven't we made a fine mess of things this morning."

Shea still half asleep looked down and witnessed her hands doing things to her pussy that she would never do in front of someone else. Embarrassed she quickly pulled her hands away and sat up covering her now aching pussy. The ach was not from being sore but from being empty, for some reason Shea felt like she needed to fuck and fuck bad.