The Lesbian, Witch and the Wardrobe

"Holy cow Morgan, you are frigging sexy in those."

She looked over her shoulder, with the glint in her eye as her voice, dripping with honey, answered, "I hope so!"

She gave Debbie a wicked smile, then stepped back into the shorts and pull them up, with a little wiggle, while she knew was being watched. Once buttoned up, Morgan smoothed her hands over her hips and buttocks, pleased with herself.

"I feel sexy."

"Good, that means you'll wear them with confidence. We don't want any shrinking violets when we meet the girls later."

"I can hardly wait. I've not been out in years, let alone to eat. Quick, I'll try those on."

Morgan reached out as Debbie handed her the first bra.

"I think that's our best bet. It's a little second hand but clean. The other is newer but being from a boutique the sizing may be more accurate, so maybe a bit big for you. We can adjust the straps. Failing that, I've got this bralette, but your petite girls will still swing a bit."

Morgan smiled at the idea as she studied the black lace cups, tracing the under wire with her fingers. Unsure of how to wear it.

"Oh, it's easy. Turn around and slip out of your top and then slide it up your arms. I'll do the clasps, as those can be tricky."

Morgan grinned eagerly and turned her away to pull her chemise off to drop it on the floor.

The sight caused Debbie to squeal in shock.

"Shit, Morgan, your back!"

Morgan's hands snapped to cover her small breasts, and her hair dropped down as she hung her head to avoid Debbie's eyes as she examined the long line of multiple healed scars criss-crossing her back.

Morgan's voice weakly replied.

"When Mistress Eleanor first arrived and made her intentions known, I tried to run away, but the butler caught me, trying to unlock the kitchen door at the rear. He and the head housekeeper stripped me and threw me in the coal bunker. Later that evening, they pulled me down to the bottom of the garden, where Mistress Eleanor repeated her demand and they beat me when I refused. My back bears witness to each stroke."

Debbie flinched as she felt streaks of searing pain run diagonally over her back. Morgan peered over her shoulders to see Debbie's shocked and pained expression. The agony reduced as a smirk momentarily flickered across Morgan's face, leaving Debbie achingly sore across her back and spine.

"I lost count of the days I spent in lying naked in the dark, on the coal, unable to lift the heavy cover to escape. Mistress Eleanor would visit to repeat her demand and at each refusal would throw cold dish water over me or curse at me. She threatened to invite street beggars to have their way with me or sell me at the black markets on the docks."

Morgan maintained eye contact as Debbie wondered if her pain had been imaginary and why she preferred to display her back rather than expose her hand-covered breasts. Was she hiding even worse scars? Debbie sobbed at the thought and absorbed the content of the story.

She watched a tear streak out of Morgan's green globes to drizzle down her ashen face. An urge to hug and stroke her like a lost kitten washed over her that grew to a deeper desire. She held onto her hips, bent down to give light kisses over each scar.

"Mmm, that's nice." Morgan whispered.

As she rained more kisses down over her and the aching across Debbie's aching back drained away, which in her mind confirmed they had more than just a passing connection.

"I hope these are the only scars?" Debbie asked, fearful of the answer.

A light sob came from the mass of hair bowed down and her hands clutched her chest.

"Yes, Mistress Eleanor wanted these untouched, for her pleasure and the deepest scars are inside."

Her finger tapped her skull.

"Oh, god."

Debbie gasped and hugged Morgan, wrapping her arms tightly around her waist, kissing her neck.

She continued.

"I lost any concept of day or night, lead in the dark with only Mistress Eleanor's staff ever coming to collect coal. When they did, they would throw lumps at me or hit me with the little shovels. Then, when I thought I was done, wanting my end to come in the cold, the housekeeper dragged me out to deposit me in a tepid tin bath of washing up water, in the kitchen. She and the cook scrubbed me clean. They brought me up, whilst still damp in that dress, to be tested by Mistress Eleanor and her banquet. The rest, you know."

Both women sniffled and Debbie hugged Morgan closer, nestling her head into her neck, planting little kisses on her.

"Oh, Morgan, my lovely, it's a terrible tale. I'm just so glad I got this apartment now, which has brought us together."

Any of her previous excitement left Debbie. Although, she no longer felt as if it were hers, more as if she were borrowing it and here was the owner visiting her. She wanted to continue holding her tightly as words failed her in how she could make things right. Out of the blue came a repeat of the growl Morgan's stomach produced earlier, breaking the silence.

"Ah, I think we'd better get a move on."

Debbie suggested as she unwrapped her arms from around Morgan and gave her space to slip the bra on. As soon as she could, she pulled the clasp ends to clip them together at their tightest setting.

"How does that feel?"

"It's strange, tight."

Morgan turned to face her as she tugged and twisted at the new restrictive item of lingerie.

Debbie tried to avoid staring at her visible areolas and nipples perched on perfectly round, small breasts. Although, it was hard not to with them being held within the lace cage of her old bra. She ran her forefinger between the wire and her body to see how tight it was. Morgan shivered, which she hoped reflected her excitement.

"It's not perfect, maybe a tiny bit larger, but we'll adjusting those shoulder straps now."

Debbie fiddled with the tiny buckles, testing the tension as she went until both sides were equal, when she stood back to admire the fitting.

Morgan blushed, but her eyes sparkled.

"There's no need to stare!" She giggled.

"I wasn't. I wanted to check I had the balance right, as I don't want you lopsided."

But she was staring, as Morgan's body and her pert nipples almost hypnotised Debbie, made more attractive as they pressed against the inside of the bra's lace floral motif.

"So, what is next?"

"The T-shirt."

Debbie plucked it off the bed and handed it to her. She soon wriggled into it and it proved as tight as the hot pant shorts.

"I think the bra was a good idea." Debbie said as two pert buds poked through the black writing on the red and white top.

"What does it say?" Morgan asked as she tried to read the italic lettering upside down.

"Daddy's little monster!"

Debbie handed Morgan the matching short jacket, and she slipped it on as Debbie reached for a couple of leather belts. She wrapped the first loosely around her hips and the second hanging down over a thigh from a waist hoop of her shorts. Once finished, Morgan turned to the large mirror on the wall.

"And, you say, I look sexy in this?"

"Deffo. Although it would be sexier with a baseball bat, although it's best not to, as weapons aren't allowed in pubs and clubs, not even as props!"

"I'm really not sure what you mean?"

"Once we're out, I'll show you the character, Harley Quinn you represent and maybe then you'll understand. Take my word for it though, you're attractive! Although it needs just two more tweaks."

Debbie's hand went to the envelope one more time to produce two red ribbons. She soon tied Morgan's hair into two tails either side of her head. She stood back to admire her alternating black and red creation.

"Shiit, you're stunning girl. A read bad ass, sexy, little monster!"

Morgan grinned, enjoying the praise, although not entirely sure of the reference. She turned around, trying to see as much of herself as possible reflected back from the mirror while Debbie headed back to her drawers to get herself ready.

She slipped out of her work slacks, relieved to be out of them and strangely looking forward to wearing the silk dress. After the excitement of her homecoming, her plain underwear was decidedly second hand and still damp. She peeled them off and flicked them into the wash basket. She quickly stepped into a dry, clean pair, hoping Morgan remained preoccupied.

An embarrassed giggle behind her told her otherwise. She spun around to see Morgan watching her, with her jaw slack and her eyes showing that same green fire of desire from earlier. Once more her voice dripped of honey, "Mmm, so is that what a thong looks like?"

Debbie blushed, but remained bathing in Morgan's hungry green flaming eyes. Normally, with a stranger, she'd have been more reserved, but after her hearing her story, she felt closer to her than any previous friend or lover. Her hands pulled her blouse up and slipped it off, dropping it to her bed.

Standing in her bra and thong, she struck a modelesque pose that she never would have considered before, turning side on, hand on hip, with a leg sensually raised and tucked behind the other. She could feel Morgan's eyes rise over her legs, up over her thighs and trace the high waistband over her hips, to rest on her breasts.

"You have powerful legs." Morgan said.

Debbie wasn't sure what she meant, then realised, "Oh! I go to the gym three times a week."

"This Jim is lucky, indeed."

Debbie chuckled but remained frozen in the pose she'd struck.

"No, not a bloke called Jim, a gymnasium. I work out."

She saw a blank look return to her, so added, "Ah, exercise to tone my legs and body."

"So you don't have to work hard cleaning your employer's house?"

"Ha ha."

Debbie laughed, loud enough to cause her to overbalance. She placed both feet on the ground and tried to look as alluring as possible, knowing her stomach wasn't as flat as Morgan's.

"No, women do more than just clean nowadays. I work in an office, sat in front of a computer screen supporting sales."

Morgan twisted her head, narrowed her eyes as they drifted off into a thousand-yard stare, trying to understand the explanation. Debbie realised she'd poured freezing cold water on what was warming up to be an interesting conversation.

"Oh, you have no idea what I am talking about, do you? I'll explain once we're out and about."

Morgan nodded in agreement, as her eyes flickered flaming green again. Debbie tried to return to a more attractive pose, hoping she wasn't turning blue in the room's chill and being a little self conscious in her plain work bra. She had a much more exciting one in mind to change into for Morgan's eyes only.

Morgan reached out to brush her fingers over Debbie's knees and up her thighs, sending tingles of anticipation through Debbie. Before her excitement threatened to spoil her change of underwear, Morgan's hand diverted towards her high waist band and over her hips, tickling her.

Debbie giggled, stiffening her body, resisting the urge to pull away from the light touch of the digits teasing their way over her. She noticed Morgan's eyes flare with desire, struggling to see through the strip of lace that hid what little hair she had left as an invitation to anyone she allowed to venture lower.

"You, you shave your legs and..."

Morgan's gasp trailed off, but her glance downwards displayed the direction of her comment as they sparkled.

She nodded, grinning as her body screamed for Morgan's hands to join her eyes and jolted with anticipation as Morgan stepped closer. Her spare hand landed on Debbie's hips to drift up her torso, sending ripples of excitement through her.

They continued over her ribcage, under her biceps, and as she reached higher, Debbie guessed what Morgan wanted to see as she raised them above her head and locked her arms together. Shivers ran through her as warm breath teased her sensitive underarms as she inspected the bare skin beneath.

Morgan's hands gripped her biceps, trapping Debbie's head between them with a strength that surprised her, despite her slim build. Now vulnerable and unable to move, Debbie shocked herself as she enjoyed the restriction.

Then, as she felt the humidity in Morgan's warm breath, a second wave of excitement rode over her as she held her own. She didn't dare admit, even to herself, that she wanted Morgan to kiss her, there, in that weird, kinky depraved pit of her arm.

She nearly squealed with joy as her nose touched her tenderly before she inhaled Debbie's long day's stale office musk. More surprisingly, she purred!

Debbie felt disgusted with herself but couldn't deny it turned her on beyond her wildest dreams.

'You kinky fucker! You'll be visiting seedy Soho strip joints next.'

Morgan dialled the volume up to eleven as she licked a warm, damp trail from the top of her rib cage up into the hollow under her shoulder. She lingered, twisting and pressing her tongue against the soft tender flesh as she repeatedly kissed her.

"Fuuuck, Morgan," Debbie gasped, "We'll never eat if you keep this up."

"Mmm, but you smell like wild forest flowers and the taste of morning dew."

Morgan released her to pull her round to face her. The green fire in her eyes greeted the bright sky in Debbie's and their lips met. This time, neither held back, and their passion spilled forth as their tongues explored each other.

Debbie wrapped her aching arms around Morgan's neck. Her fingers ran through her hair, whilst Morgan's hands discovered every curve and hollow in Debbie's body they could find. Their dry, cool mouths soon warmed with passion. She couldn't decide which berry or sweet fruit Morgan tasted of.

'Mmm summer fruits!' she thought, being reminded of her favourite soft drink as Morgan gave a deep grunt that she interpreted as a gagged giggle.

Not for the first time that evening, the rumble of Morgan's stomach interrupted them, growing to more of an angry growl. The two broke apart, with Morgan's hand on her stomach, cursing as they laughed at their embarrassment. She picked up her discarded dress and began untying the upper bodice lacing.

"It may have been loose on me, but we'd best give you a fighting chance!"

"Hey! I'm not fat," Debbie squealed jokingly.

"Hang on, I need to complete the outfit."

She delved back into her drawers to withdraw a handful of black material and from the box, she produced a folded wrap of white cloth from her store of fancy dress extras.

"Aha, found it."

Morgan watched her closely with interest as she pushed the boxe away beneath her bed, and sat on it, placing the bundles down. Debbie enjoyed knowing she was under her watchful gaze. After sorting through the black pile, she sorted out one stocking and rolled it up.

Lifting a leg and pointing her toes, she slowly unravelled the stocking along its length. She repeated it with the second, then arranged the garter belt to clip each of the legs to her stocking tops. She purposely turned her back to Morgan to bend over and straightened the fishnet patterns with some unwarranted adjustment to tease her voyeur.

Not only could she hear Morgan's gasp behind her, she also could feel her eyes tracking over her cheeks, that hid the gusset of her thong and framed by her garter belt. She smiled, gloating to herself, proud that she still had the power to excite.

She had considered changing into a more uplifting, sexier lace bra, but any improvement would be lost inside the silk dress. She turned back to Morgan, who grinned hungrily at her with her wonderful, flaming, passionate eyes. Debbie dashed over to her dressing table to dab her favourite perfume behind her ears and on her wrists. Then used deodorant to hide the stale office odour she was sure she carried.

Morgan jumped with shock as the flume of spray exited the aerosol, stepping over to inhale the strong initial burst of smell.

"Ahh, your pine forest!"

She then clasped Debbie's wrist to sample her perfume, her eyes looking up along the arm to Debbie, holding her breath.

"It's lovely. That must be expensive! It's like perfumes that the Mistress used that came from Paris."

"Uh huh, it is, which is why I don't use it often."

Now it was Morgan's turn to gloat, "for me?"

Debbie nodded, still enjoying her smooth hands in hers. Pleased that rather than being prim and reserved, this woman from the past turned out to be actually very outgoing. Not afraid to touch her, almost caressing her at every opportunity.

"Quick, before my heart rules my stomach."

She lifted the dress for Debbie to dive beneath the skirt, and swim through the silk folds. To emerge, threading her arms through the short sleeves.

"You'd usually have two or even three petticoats, but the Mistress wanted nothing to divert her from her intentions."

Debbie wriggled and straightened the material. Morgan turned her around to pull the laces behind her tighter, working each lace over and over. Debbie surprised herself at being excited by both the restriction it gave her and how the slinky silk felt as it flowed over her skin. Happy that there weren't any petticoats or under shirts to spoil the effect it had on her.

'Holy shit, never mind strip joints. I'll be heading for some madam's dungeon if I'm not careful.

She thought, giggling at her naughtiness, wondering if all the kinksters giggled like this when performing their preferred kink. She heard Morgan giggle in unison with her as she tied off the dresses laces down her back.

"You fill the dress better than I did," she whispered as she cupped Debbies breasts from behind.

Debbie swooned and leaned into her as her thumbs ran over her nipples that were hardening fast. She sought Morgan's cheek to kiss, desperate to taste her passion once more. Thumb nails found her hardened nipples and dug through the layers of material to tease her further, causing her to purr with pleasure.

Debbie wanted more, but she broke free.

"Come on, or we'll be so late eating we won't have time to meet the girls."

"You're right. I'm sorry but I've been stuck in the house for so long... I want to go out, but a part of me doesn't. It's wonderful to just be with a lovely, intelligent woman. Do you mind?"

She picked up the white lace bundle, opening it up for Morgan to see it as a small apron.

"No," Debbie blushed, "It's kind of you to say so, but I think I understand. Although you'd kick yourself tomorrow if you didn't."

"You mean next year?"

Shocked as the obvious hit her, she looked up as she tried to tie the apron behind her.

"Ah, yeah..."

"Come, let me do that."

Morgan offered, and she took the strings from her.

Debbie admired herself in her mirror, with the very sexy Harley Quinn looking over her shoulder, smiling. She couldn't help feeling comforted by how close she'd allowed this stranger to get to her in such a short space of time as if they'd been lifelong lovers.

She was normally reserved with new friends, let alone ones that fell out of a magical cupboard, but Morgan was different. These things didn't happen to her, she thought as she almost pinched herself, with the memory of their meeting barely an hour earlier felt more as if she were living out some weird, kinky Hentai or anime story line.

Then, to her surprise, she spoke her thoughts out loud, "But this is more the prologue than the main feature."

She turned to a questioning look from Morgan, with a grin, "come on girl let's get you out into the big wide world!"

Debbie enjoyed being watched, as she slipped on some low heeled black shoes, then pulled a long coat out of her own non-magical wardrobe to slip on, hiding Morgan's maid dress beneath. Morgan went to step into her ageing, out of fashion grey material shoes, that looked like a second-hand pair of deck shoes.

"Oh, no. Harley would never wear those!"

She dug back into the base of her closet to produce some slightly worn Vans.