Sisterhood - Temptation Ch. 29

The bustle and the relative brightness of the tall entrance chamber met Katharina's senses as she stepped in ahead of Ivy and Lia. But she felt as if she had been somehow ready for it, even welcomed it. The light and the loud chattering echo struck her as invigorating. It was as if she were entering the North Wing a second time, only now armed with a quiet triumph, the memory of her time with Emmie, the new girl that she had brought here, to the Sisterhood, and who seemed against expectation to find Katharina desirable, maybe even interesting.

Katharina turned right into the central gangway between the clusters of chairs. She saw Ivy and Lia following behind her at the corners of her eyes as she scanned to each side, seeking out Vera. They passed what Katharina was fairly sure was the chaise on which Vera and May had been sitting earlier. It was empty.

Around them were sparse groups of other girls, most sitting a little further back from the gangway, behind the first row of seats. And most were Sisterhood, as far as Katharina could recognize. She knew some of their faces at least, and some by name. Many senior girls, some novices.

Katharina became aware that she was walking quite briskly, though without purpose. They were nearing already the foot of the broad semicircular staircase that led down onto the chamber floor from the doorway above. She stopped, and felt the other two behind her bump up against her back. She dithered briefly, turned and looked at Ivy and Lia, and saw in their expectant faces that they were looking to her for a decision.

Katharina saw an empty bench right by the edge of the central gangway. She glanced quickly up the staircase and saw that the door was swinging open. A hand appeared, and a leg stepped out. Katharina turned quickly to indicate the bench, "Shall we take a seat for a moment? Watch some newcomers?"

"Okay," Ivy shrugged. She skipped over to the bench that Katharina had indicated.

Katharina smiled at Lia and they strode over to join Ivy.

"Fuck I am, like... fucked," Lia flopped back loosely onto the seat of the bench with a sigh.

Katharina noticed that Ivy and Lia had taken up positions at either end of the bench, Ivy huddled up against the armrest, and Lia with her feet on the seat, her legs hugged up to her chest. Katharina sat down between them. The bench was upholstered, in puffs of red cushion affixed by brass nails. The cushion was worn and faded, sank and gave way as she sat down. She shuffled for a moment, then stretched her arms out across the back of the bench.

"Vera's not around then," Katharina mused, looking around again over the heads of the girls seated opposite, "But if she wants to find us I guess it'll be in here. We can watch for a bit."

"Suits me," Lia hugged her legs closer and snuggled her face between her bony knees, "I might even get a quick catnap."

"Lightweight," Ivy mumbled.

"Wake me if any new girls come by," Lia drawled through a wide-mouthed yawn. She leaned to one side against the armrest and appeared to contemplate her own bare feet.

Neither Ivy nor Lia seemed to have noticed the girls now entering through the door at the top of the staircase. Lia continued to stare downward, her eyes occasionally flicking up across the space of the gangway, gazing at the groups of other Sisterhood girls seated and conversing opposite them. Ivy was looking more intently, but away from the staircase, past Katharina and on up the gangway to where the three archways led on to the other chambers of the North Wing.

Katharina inclined her head discreetly, not turning completely to her side, but observing the door with swiveled eyes. The legs that she had observed entering through the doorway were now standing at the top of the staircase. They were slim, and clad in tight white down to the calves, which were partly bare, the slight rounding of their muscles tautened by the tip-toed poise necessitated by a pair of tall high-heeled shoes. Even before she glanced up further, Katharina recognized the legs, and the white pants. Lena stood tall in the center of a group of other girls looking out across the chamber from the top of the staircase. She was dressed as Katharina remembered from the Great Hall, in a likewise bright white gauzy top with frilly sleeves. Even at a distance, the outline of her black bra stood out beneath the fabric.

Lena was talking with the other girls either side of her. Katharina found that her gaze was drawn to Lena's face, stern but smiling. Where the other girls gestured and teetered beside her, laughing, Lena stood straight and looked out across the room, addressing the others but without turning to look at them.

It was only when Lena bent the crook of her arm to offer it to one of the other girls that Katharina's gaze broke to look at who was accompanying Lena to the North Wing. Lena's partner was a striking contrast. She was covered from her neck down to her ankles in a very tight black suit, all of a piece, and with a glossy sheen to it that suggested the stretchiness of spandex or a similar material. This girl was shorter than Lena, and fuller-figured. As she picked her way down the steps, her plump bust swung and bounced beneath the tight fabric of her suit. When Katharina tried to discern the features of the girl's face, she was surprised to notice a pair of cat ears on top of the girl's head, affixed to a black headband that sat across her straight black hair. The tip of the girl's nose, too, was dotted with a point of black paint, and there were whiskers drawn across her cheekbones. In her free hand she was swirling a long black tail that appeared to be attached to the back of her suit.

There was a subtle wave of murmured voices from around the chamber as Lena and her partner descended, then alighted at the foot of the stairs. There was quiet laughter, or intakes of breath. It was only when she heard others murmuring that Katharina became aware that the girl's choice of costume was odd, might even seem a little ridiculous. She thought herself that it looked exceedingly attractive. It held tight to the contours of the girl's very lovely figure. The shape of her body was distinctive, fairly slim yet full and soft at the bust and at the hips.

The girl looked curiously familiar, but the features of her face were broken by the outlines of the paint. When Katharina found herself unable to identify the girl she glanced back at Lena and noticed that Lena appeared to be looking directly back at her. Katharina dithered for a brief moment, wanting instinctively to shy away but realizing also that to do so might make it appear that she were ashamed. She held Lena's gaze for a splitsecond longer just as Lena and her partner passed by through the center of the gangway, then she offered an abortive half-smile and turned to Ivy as if to continue a conversation.

Katharina sought quickly for something to say that would make it appear that she and Ivy had been speaking naturally to one another, "So Ivy. We made it, huh? What, um, what do you feel like doing first, after this, once we've found Miss Vera?"

Ivy looked up at the far off ceiling and chewed gently at the inside of her cheek, humming. "Yeah. I mean, we have definitely got to head back to the testing chamber at some point," her eyes widened briefly, "Like wow. But I guess a drink first is probably a good idea. Lia?"

Katharina looked across at Lia. There was a murmur from between Lia's slack lips, as if in acknowledgment, but she merely blew a slow, saliva-moist sigh as her eyelids dipped closed.

Katharina giggled. Then as she leaned over to continue talking to Ivy, she felt Ivy clutch her wrist tightly and nudge her in the shoulder, knocking her into Lia, who responded with a sharp snort and lifted her head, startled.

"Holy... flying... fuck," Ivy exclaimed in a loud whisper.

Katharina frowned. She saw Ivy sit up straight and stare out across the gangway. Following Ivy's stare, Katharina noticed a second pair of girls following hand-in-hand in Lena's wake. What struck her first, and held her attention for several seconds, was the extravagant and very voluminous outfit that the taller of the two was wearing. Like Lena, the girl was dressed all in bright white. But it was the white of a traditional bridal gown. The bodice of the gown consisted in a tight, lacy corset, which then billowed out into a long and ruffled silk bustle that trailed haphazardly across the dirt and stone floor of the chamber as the girl strode forward. The lower part of the dress was parted at the front, baring the girl's legs, which were clad in thigh-high white stockings, ending in a pair of matching high-heeled shoes. The girl was even wearing a bride's veil, pinned into the front of her dark brown hair.

When the girl tossed her head irritably and blew the veil aside with a puff of air from between her lips, Katharina saw the face beneath. Yvonne.

Katharina turned quickly to Ivy, "Shh. That's..."

Katharina's discreet warning was cut off by Lia's loud voice beside her, "What the fuck is she wearing?"

It was Yvonne's partner who turned to look at them first, her attention clearly drawn by Lia's exclamation. When Katharina glanced quickly at the second girl, she realized that she recognized her too. For a very short moment of half-recognition, Katharina thought she was looking at Caroline, the girl that she had earlier met accompanying Vera to the North Wing. But then she saw immediately that it was not Caroline but another girl she had seen much more briefly, who had reminded her vaguely of Caroline at the time.

Katharina had seen this girl standing in the gallery of the Great Hall, looking down at her. Now, at a distance of only a few meters, she saw the girl's face more clearly. It was the soft, tanned skin, perhaps also the eyes, and especially the curious freckle-like darkening across the girl's top lip that were very like Caroline. This girl's expression was not as open and ostentatiously cheerful as Caroline's, but Katharina found it very lovely. The girl had a strong jaw and very full lips, and a brooding, inscrutable half-scowl, not easily identifiable as either shy or aloof. Her eyes were darkened with make-up, and her long dun brown hair hung thick and wavy over her shoulders.

Katharina found the girl so strikingly beautiful that she couldn't quite avert her eyes before the girl turned to look back at her. Not only was the girl's body completely bare from the hem of a very short top all the way down to her ankles, her figure also had a very distinct shape that Katharina happened to find extremely appealing. It was approximately the same shape as Caroline's, but not as bulky. Where this girl bulged, her bulges were firmer, looked somehow denser. Though there was a thick layer of softness around her hips and her thighs, and especially across her big, broad backside, it seemed to be held firm by the subtle musculature of an athletic frame beneath. When the girl pivoted on her high-heeled shoes to face the bench on which they sat, Katharina saw clearly the neat strip of trim brown hair between the girl's legs, and she felt a sudden throb of dizzy lust sweep her insides and stiffen her dick against the crotch of her pants.

"Uh-oh," Ivy groaned quietly.

"What?" said Lia, her voice still glaringly loud.

"Just look away," Ivy hissed, turning her head first away from Katharina, then towards her, trying to bury her face into the backrest of the bench.

"Why?" Lia insisted.

Katharina tore her attention away from Yvonne's near-naked partner and whispered urgently to Lia, "It's Yvonne. We... Never mind, you weren't there. Just shut up."

Katharina winced when she saw a swish of bright fabric in motion at the corner of her vision. It had been a mistake to mention Yvonne's name. There was another flash of white as Yvonne's legs strode nearer.

Katharina sighed, and quickly took stock. Yvonne was upon them now. A confrontation, if there was going to be one, would have had to have come eventually. And so it was coming now. She sat straight, and stole herself to meet Yvonne's gaze. When she looked up, she saw the outline of an angry smile beneath the veil across Yvonne's face, a curious and unsettling mixture of irritation and delight.

"Oh hello girls," Yvonne purred. She turned to her partner and indicated Ivy and Lia in turn, "Leah, may I introduce you to Ivy and Lia, two of the dumbest bitches in the whole Sisterhood."

Ivy lifted her finger and scrabbled back against the bench, "Get back!"

Yvonne nodded subtly at Katharina but kept her eyes on Ivy, "And what was the name of your feisty young friend with the nice rack?"

Katharina glanced across and saw the expression of apprehension on Ivy's face. Ivy's eyes were fixed on Yvonne's veil, and it seemed she had not heard Yvonne's question.

"Katharina," Katharina replied. She was tentatively pleased with how level and calm her own voice sounded. But she could feel her heart and her breath quickening, and the warmth of nervous blotching on the skin of her face and neck. She suspected that her expression rather belied the confidence she was trying to project.

"Katharina," Yvonne echoed.

Katharina was aware of the second girl, Yvonne's striking near-naked partner, standing just beside and slightly behind. But Katharina kept her eyes on Yvonne, who was now leaning in over Ivy, backing her against the back of the chaise. The outline of Yvonne's pretty, smirking mouth was visible through the veil. Katharina tried to feel her way into Yvonne's expression, gauge her state of mind, but found she couldn't read even a hint, beyond simple menace. Yvonne was obscure, unpredictable.

Volatility was a characteristic that Katharina recognized as being part of a bully's repertoire, along with a readiness to use violence. She thought back to when she had danced with Yvonne at the outset of the ball, and how she had, perhaps, faced Yvonne down back then. By remaining defiant, yet cool, giving no indication that she would be cowed.

"What the fuck?" Ivy cried.

Katharina started at the sound of Ivy's voice. She saw Yvonne's hand scrabbling at the waist of Ivy's now open pants and reaching in to pull out Ivy's dick. As Yvonne yanked Ivy's dick out, it sprang stiffly upright, fully hard. Yvonne reached up with her other hand to pluck the veil from where it was pinned in her hair, and tossed it aside.

"These three thirsty bitches will probably try to fuck you as soon as they get the chance," Yvonne spoke over her shoulder, addressing the other girl, "I'll give you sneak preview, so you can decide whether you want to take pity on them."

As Ivy's mouth opened to offer a reply, Yvonne swished the bustle of her dress behind her to bare her legs. The muscles of her calves hoisted tense beneath the white sheen of her stockings as she planted her legs firmly on the ground, spread wide apart. Then she bent swiftly forward at the waist to thrust her face down into Ivy's lap and swallow her dick in a single loud gulp.

Ivy twitched and flinched as Yvonne nuzzled her head into place, her nose nudging up against Ivy's stomach. Ivy raised her hand, fingers splayed, seemed to vacillate, as if wanting to offer resistance, then let her arm fall limp and released a long groan that seemed to blend relief with resignation.

With her gaze fixed on Ivy, Katharina did not notice Yvonne's hand until it was on her, right in her lap, scrabbling at the waistband of her pants. Blindly, deftly, Yvonne's fingers found the single button and pinched it open. Then she reached in as she had done to Ivy, and Katharina shuddered as Yvonne's fingers clasped around the base of her dick.

Yvonne's grip was cool and delicate, and Katharina could feel the heat of her own skin against Yvonne's. She felt herself begin to thicken and pulse also, and a slow surge of arousal swept up into her body, profoundly exciting even as it was unwelcome. Yvonne tugged again, and Katharina's dick bent as it came half free. Then with one more jerk Yvonne pulled it out and Katharina felt it flop heavy across her thigh with a quiet slap.

The muted gurgling from Yvonne's throat ceased for a brief moment. She murmured something incomprehensible, saliva trickling from between her lips, then she reared up and Ivy's dick fell from out of her mouth.

"Whoa!" Yvonne gasped. She turned to look at Katharina, then her gaze swiveled down to Katharina's lap, "Those weren't false promises after all."

As Yvonne pivoted at the hips to lower her head into Katharina's lap, Katharina frowned, distracted. She opened her mouth in expectation of offering a retort, but found her mind blank, unsure of the meaning of Yvonne's exclamation.

"Fuck. Here goes," Yvonne spoke beneath her breath. She drew a shallow sigh and then suddenly yanked Katharina's dick upright and slid her lips over the end of it.

It was only when Yvonne began to swallow her and she felt herself stiffen and lengthen inside Yvonne's throat that Katharina realized that it was her size that had prompted Yvonne's remark. Katharina looked up over Yvonne's bent back and saw the other girl, still standing there, hanging back at Yvonne's side. The girl's eyes were wide and her mouth slightly agape. She was staring down at Katharina's lap, where Yvonne was gurgling and twisting her head, trying to force Katharina deeper into her throat.

Suddenly, a fresh awareness of the situation washed over Katharina. She had been entirely unsure what was upon her at first, whether Yvonne was going to strike her or strike Ivy, or offer threats, or even scream or break down crying and reveal to everyone in the chamber that Katharina had attacked her. But it was none of those. Instead, Yvonne now wanted to assert herself by taking control of Katharina's body, by forcing her to enjoy herself. The Sisterhood way. And Katharina realized that she did not want to lose. Above all it was the presence of Ivy, and of Yvonne's beautiful dmurrhisi partner, that made Katharina cringe at the thought of giving in to sex with Yvonne. It ought not to matter. Who cared if Yvonne made her come? It was petty, one of the Sisterhood's many senseless quirks. Yet confronted with it now, Katharina found to her chagrin that it did matter, to her, because in some way it was about her place in the Sisterhood.

Katharina groaned. Yvonne's throat clasped tight around the end of her dick, wringing her and squeezing her as she thickened. Katharina could sense that she was on the brink of orgasm already. A dull but insistent tension had built up inside her since leaving Emmie and Josephine, then meeting Jane and seeing again Jane's pale softness and her bright red smile, and then showering with Ivy and Lia and running her hands over Lia's delicate figure.

Katharina held herself still, tried to let the muscles of her legs and her insides go slack, refrain from tensing or stimulating herself, and resist the simple temptation to thrust up into Yvonne's clenching throat. She wondered when Yvonne would stop, how long she could hold her mouth stopped, and when she would be satisfied.

Katharina tried not to look at the girl standing to the side of Yvonne, but found her gaze repeatedly drawn by the salience of the girl's naked skin. She panicked, feeling a rising warmth at the base of her dick, pulsing against the inside of Yvonne's mouth.

"Ah, no! Stop. I'm sorry!" Katharina cried. She looked away, then closed her eyes and let her head hang back.

Yvonne paused, then slowly drew back. Katharina's body flushed with relief for a brief second of respite, then Yvonne hauled in a deep breath and plunged forward again, pushing hard and twisting her neck to screw her throat further onto Katharina's dick, now fully hard and aching for relief.

Katharina opened her eyes a sliver to look up at a blurry, watery image of the arched stone ceiling. She forced herself to breathe evenly, tried to think her way out of her body, up and away into the empty space above her, but the uneven wriggling of Yvonne's head repeatedly shook her back into herself, jolting her with hot twitches of desire. She contemplated giving in, just finishing and granting Yvonne her petty victory. She told herself that she should do so for the sake of Ivy and Lia, sacrifice herself to send Yvonne away satisfied and out of their way.