Chapitre 25: CH : 23 Lucia's Fall
Lucia's eyes still watery, she glanced over to her bed. Curious what her mother expected her to wear, she walked over. The dress was one she seldom wore, a red number usually worn at weddings. It was her most provocative dress, but nothing that was inappropriate. Beside the dress, was a pair of beige pantyhose still in the package, also nothing out of the ordinary as she always wore pantyhose. The panties and bra too were her usual ones...no frills. She then grabbed the little box. Opening it she pulled out an egg shaped object. As she held it in her hand she tried to figure out what her mother was startled by the voice of her old friend."It's a pussy plug."
Lucia turned around and asked "A what?"
"A pussy plug. It is supposed to go in your vagina," Lisa explained.
"Oh," Lucia said, even though she couldn't fathom why anyone would want to put such a thing inside their vagina. Lisa walked over to the bed.
Lisa taking the egg from Lucia's hand and said "I am so sorry, Lucia,"
"How do you become my step mother's pet?" Lucia asked, needing to know.
"It's a long story. But to make a long story short, she learned of my many infidelities with a few other women in the community and used it to blackmail me." Lisa explained.
"You're into women?" Lucia asked, trying to process the thought of her friend and others in the community being lesbians.
"No, but I am more into women than men. So are many others in the city," Lisa explained.
"I can't believe it," Lucia said, such a revelation unfathomable.
"It's not like I don't enjoy it. Anyway, I have been instructed to help you get ready for the dance," Lisa said, reaching for the package of stockings.
"I can get dressed myself," Lucia snapped, her anger coming back.
"I have no choice. It is an order from your mother. If I don't I will be punished," Lisa said as she opened the package.
"Punished?" Lucia questioned. "Yes, last time I disobeyed her. She made me masturbate at church during the service," Lisa explained. "No!" Lucia said, still unable to believe such a thing.
"Yes and if I disobey this time she promised to leave me untouched for a long time," Lisa explained sheepishly.
"Oh my, who?" Lucia asked, just beginning to understand the full complexity of what was happening.
"That is for your mother or brother to tell you," Lisa answered.
"Can't you stop them?" Lucia asked.
"No, he probably runs this town" Lisa revealed.
"Maxwell runs this town?" Lucia repeated.
"Yes, you will see," Lisa promised as she said,"Please get undressed, Lucia."
"You can't be serious?" Lucia asked.
"Please," Lisa said, her tone desperate.
"So she will do it?" Lucia questioned.
"Definitely," Lisa said. Lucia slowly got undressed. Her hands trembled as she unbuttoned each button. She had not been naked in front of another person other than when she was young. Naked except for her bra and panties the modest daughter hesitated. "Everything, Lucia," Lisa instructed. Lucia's face flushed at the thought of being naked in front of a friend. Lisa ordered."Now!" ,
Lisa's tone was demanding obedience. Lucia was startled and about to respond, but the look in her friend's eyes stopped her. Instead she nervously unclasped her bra and slipped out of her panties. Once naked, Lisa smiled and said,"Wow, you have done quite a good job of hiding your body."
Lucia, feeling so awkward and insecure, asked confused, "What do you mean?"
"Your body is perfect," Lisa said.
"Really?" Lucia asked, flattered by the compliment especially considering no one beside one had given her such a compliment in years.
"Seriously," Lisa said, moving forward and cupping her best friend's big firm round breasts. "Do you know how long I have wanted you?"
"What are you...what do you mean?" Lucia asked, surprised by her best friend's actions and words.
"You would be a great addition to our weekly discussion," Lisa said softly, as she let go of her friend's firm breasts, grabbed the bra from the bed, and slowly, teasingly, put it on her naked friend. Lucia just silently allowed herself to be a real life doll as she was dressed by her friend. She lifted up her leg to allow her panties to be put on. As her friend slid the panties up her legs, she could feel her friend's hot breath so close to her burning vagina. Lisa smiled, knowing her friend could be seduced right here, right now. She said, "Lucia, when was the last time you trimmed this thing?"
"T-t-trim?" Lucia stammered, her excitement growing against her will with her friend's face just inches from her vagina.
"Yes, have you ever trimmed your cunt?" Lisa asked, pushing the boundaries with the nasty 'C' word.
"Never," Lucia admitted, the thought never once occurring to her, not since college.
"Interesting," Lisa smiled, standing back up and gently pushing Lucia on to the edge of the bed.
"What are you doing?" Lucia asked.
"I have to put on the stockings," Lisa explained, taking one of the two thigh high stockings from the watch confused, realizing the package was not the normal pantyhose she always wore.
"They make them like that?" Lucia asked innocently.
Lisa laughed and said. "No, but they were made on the demand of someone special, you really are innocent, aren't you?"
The way she said it made it sound like an insult and Lucia quipped, "Well, I don't submit to Maria like some cheap whore."
Lisa looked at Lucia, as if Lucia had slapped her in the face. Her face recovered quickly as she retorted, her tone biting, "Oh don't worry, I give you only a few more hours and then that statement will no longer be true. Then you will be just another cheap slut like me."
Lisa was no longer sweet and smooth as she rolled the first thigh high stocking up Lucia's legs. Lucia wanted to apologize for calling her best friend a whore, but couldn't get the words to leave her mouth even as her thoughts were formulated. She robotically gave Lisa her other leg and watched the stocking slide up her leg.
"Stand up," Lisa ordered, the earlier wariness gone. Lucia obeyed. Lisa noticed the quick obedience and pointed out, "You really are obedient, Lucia."
Lucia blushed but admitted, "I have always been the one following orders."
Lisa put the dress on Lucia and her tone now softened again as she said, "I really am sorry. I never imagined you being pulled into your mother's web."
"It is not your fault," Lucia said, feeling bad for calling her best friend a slut when she had been having such nasty thoughts herself, before adding, "Well, your predicament is your fault, but my current dilemma is not."
"Oh shit, I almost forgot," Lisa said. "Maria would punish me big time if I forgot the most important part."
Lucia watched Lisa reach for the egg.
"Be warned, this may feel a bit cold at first," Lisa warned.
"You are not seriously going to..." Lucia stopped mid sentence as her best friend, quickly reached under her dress, pulled her panties to the side, and slipped the toy easily inside her vagina. "Aaaaaaaah," Lucia gasped as her vagina was violated by her friend.
Standing back up.
"That is to stay inside your cunt until you get the real thing inside." Lisa explained,"Really?" Lucia said, more rhetorical than a question.
"Really, really," Lisa smiled cheerily, trying to relax a tense situation.
"I have to find a way out of this, Lisa," Lucia said.
"I thought that at first too, but now I couldn't fathom living without it," Lisa replied.
"Without what?" the still bewildered Lucia asked.
"A Mistress and master's big fat electric cock," Lisa revealed, slowly pulling her best friend deeper into the sweet sin of submission.
"But what about your husband?" Lucia asked, pointing out her best friend was married. Lisa laughed, before explaining,
"We have been going through the motions for years. Our marriage is a charade. That stupid man is too afraid to truly touch the woman of the church."
"Really? Why didn't you tell me?" Lucia asked, concerned for her friend, briefly forgetting the absurd situation she was currently in.
"I was living the charade," Lisa said with a shrug as she turned and walked to the door, before leaving with a lingering question, "The real question is, are you living a charade of a life too?"
Before Lucia could respond, Lisa was gone and she was left alone thinking about the absurdity of it at first, but not so absurd when much consideration was put in it.
Then again, you didn't allow your best friend to dress you and shove a toy inside your vagina either; nor did you drool over your brother's cock inside your step mother and you definitely didn't get wet thinking of your mother becoming your Mistress. Yet, all these had happened and the guilt of earlier was fading as the excitement of real sexual pleasure began to build. As the young daughter of Magnus' great house looked in the mirror, she wasn't sure she recognized the woman whose reflection was staring back at her. Trying to change her image of purity, she took her hair out of her traditional bun and let her hair down. Her blonde hair fell happily down and created a whole new look for the conservative girl.
Lucia opened her unused make-up bag and pulled out the red lipstick, She painted her lips. She followed this by taking her thigh high stockings off and painting both her fingernails and toenails a matching red. The everyday task for most women was liberating for the long tamed woman and a clear statement that Lucia was coming out of her sexual cocoon. Once her toes were dried, she put the stockings back on her legs and was surprised how naughty she felt wearing them.
The dress was plenty long to hide her stockings, yet just the thought of dressing sexy excited her. Suddenly a thought popped inside the head. Lucia went to her closet and pulled out a pair of black boots she had never worn. She bought them a couple of years ago in Kart City. She was so excited by the boots, but when she showed them to her mother when they got home she disapproved saying, 'No daughter of mine is going out in public in screw-me boots'.
Thus, they had sat at the back of her closet ever since. Her mother gone, she decided to rebel secretly against her family's authority by putting the four inch heeled leather black boots on her stocking-clad legs. Make-up added, boots on, Lucia looked back in the mirror after her own self-created transformation. She smiled at how a few simple changes (eyeliner, lipstick, boots and hair down) could so drastically change her look.
For the first time in years she felt sexy and a tingle triggered again down below. Lucia went to the hall to avoid anyone seeing her even though not many people were in this huge castle, still nervous about having another confrontation with her step mother, and was thankful to find she wasn't in the way. A mixture of trepidation and excitement rattled inside the long ignored woman...but excitement was winning.
But just before she moved a few more steps Lisa was standing in the way. was Lisa she first saw. Lisa joined Lucia and said, "Oh my, you look good enough to eat."
Lucia blushed at the naughty compliment, catching the obvious innuendo. Lisa said, "Wow, you are even more beautiful with your hair down."
"T-t-thanks," Lucia stammered, flattered by the words of her friend and yet confused at the slight tingle down below.
"And those boots, where did you get them?" Lisa asked.
"Kart City, not a long time ago," Lucia admitted.
"Why have you never worn them before?" Lisa asked.
"My mother said they were too slutty," Lucia answered and then covered her mouth for swearing.
"You are so precious," Lisa laughed, squeezing her best friend's hand softly. "Trust me, before you know it you will be using a lot of profanity."
"I would never...," Lucia began, before being interrupted by Lisa.
As Lucia and Lisa walked in the huge empty room. A moment later her Mother, dressed elegantly in a blue shoulder length gown she didn't recall her having.
The dress had a long generous side slit, which showed she too was wearing similar colored thigh highs, said, "Lucia? Is that you? I almost didn't recognize you, you look super fucking hot with your hair down. A new order of yours to obey is to always wear your hair down. Is that understood?"
Flustered, the suddenly horny daughter , stammered,
"O-o-ok," "O-o-o, good," Maria teased, before asking, "So how is my lovely daughter this night?"
Lucia looked at a smiling Maria and Maxwell as she tried to avoid eye contact from him and said weakly, "Good."
"Damn! Lucia you are one hot Babe, you look good enough to...," Maxwell quipped, with a lecherous smile, before being interrupted by Maria. Turning to Maxwell,
"Down boy, all in good time," Maria said, foreshadowing the fall of her daughter. Turning back to her flushed, pretty Lucia she asked, playing with her words,
"It seems like there is metal in the wrong place." the master of thunder said with a smile, Lucia's red cheeks turned redder at the obvious implications of her brother's words as well as metal egg down below.
"Enjoying yourself, Daughter?" Maria asked as she turned to look at her.
"Yeeees," Lucia replied, letting out an uncontrollable and embarrassing moan as the sensations inside her sped up.
"You ok, Dear?" Maria asked, sitting down beside her. Lucia just held onto the table as the increased pressure inside her had an orgasm on the rise whether she wanted it or not. Maria leaned into her daughter and whispered, her hot breath adding to the sexual build up, "Come for me, dear."
The daughter, embarrassed by her lack of control, closed her eyes, clenched her teeth to avoid the scream that wanted to break free, and obeyed her mother's order. Her legs stiffened under the table as the orgasm that had been simmering inside her all these days since walking in on her brother and her mother cascaded through her like a waterfall breaking through a dam.
"Damn, she is cumming," Maxwell said.
"Good Lucia," Maria purred in her daughter's ear, already learning that praise of a task of obedience only added another layer of submission and loyalty. The daughter's head was mush as the orgasm overwhelmed her. Finally, as the last waves slowly crashed in she opened her eyes and saw Maxwell.
"Lucia, that was one of the hottest things I ever saw." He smiled and said, Lucia actually smiled at the absurdity of it all and asked,
"Is that so?" Maria stood up and said, "Let's go dance, Maxwell. Lucia clearly needs to recover before the big finale."
Lucia watched her mother sashayed away, Maxwell's hand clearly on her mother's ass as she contemplated the last ominous words of her mother. What was the implication she wondered? Oddly, instead of being fearful, she was intrigued and even a bit excited.
She watched her mother dance before Lisa and Maxwell. The dance was near ending an hour later when the buildup started again. Lucia sighed as she was standing up.
"Same place as yesterday, daughter...NOW!" Lucia's face went red again at the aggressive demand of her mother. Yet, before she even had time to consider her options or rationalize the consequences, she was walking out the door. As she made her way to the room, only a few doors down from the hall (not wanting anyone to see her), she contemplated the expectations of her mother.
Even though her vagina was burning with a need she had long forgotten existed, She had to stand up to her mother once and for all. She was the daughter of Magnus Mengar, a true heir with the blood of a duke in her veins.
Maria? She was nothing more than a whore-wife, a fleeting distraction. It was time to remind her where true power came from.
The nervous daughter went down the stairs as she had the night of a few days before and again heard the sounds of sex. The door was wide open this time and she wasn't surprised to see Maxwell again fucking her mother. What surprised her was the woman standing by the side.
"Hi, daughter, come in and get a better view," Maria smiled, Maxwell slowly sliding his cock in and out of her.
"Hi, Lucia, those are some nice pairs of boots" Maxwell smiled, continuing the slow in and out of his hot step mother, not wanting to come until the time was right. Maria noticed her daughter's black boots and purred.
"Oh, Lucia, I love your boots. We are both wearing fuck-me-like-a-dirty-slut boots. You really were dying to break out of your restrictive shell weren't you?" Maria asked.
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