The Land behind the Forest 2

»It’s the only way I can take you with me! After all, I can’t just put you in a suitcase and check in at the airport!«

Ligeia von Marwitz managed to sound as if she really regretted what she had just told the girls. Both Milena and Sabrina were kneeling in front of her, naked, but unrestrained. Marvin was leaning by the door, so, this didn’t bear a risk for Ligeia. In addition, both her captives had decided that the trip to Transylvania was the lesser of two evils.

The alternative would have been to be caged in the cellar for the few days Ligeia would have to stay in Romania. There was the risk that she had an accident, and neither Sabrina nor Milena anticipated staying in a cell with a hole in the floor as the sanitary equipment, and with nothing but bottled water and some biscuits to eat.

Also, the trip sounded promising, at least compared to their usual routine. Ligeia had told them that, since she would have to work, she would only occasionally need their services. In the meantime, they would be free – free in the sense of being able to walk around unrestrained, wearing clothes and doing things on their own. The icing on the cake was that Ligeia promised to change the end of their contract from September 1st to August 1st, allowing them to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

The only bad thing was the travelling arrangements Ligeia had explained to them in great detail. Both knew they served no other purpose than to humiliate them one last time before their time of relative freedom.

»Now, how do you decide? Join me on my trip, or stay at home? Milli?«

»The trip – Mistress!«

»Sabsi?«

Like Milena, Sabrina hated her nickname, but she also slightly bowed and chose for the trip. Ligeia smiled and allowed both girls to rise.

»Fine! Marvin, I will pack a few things! Please, help the girls with their preparations, we will meet in the garage in two hours!«

Two hours later, Marvin escorted Sabrina and Milena into the garage that was located in the mansion’s cellar. Both were still stark naked, and both were staggering slightly, as their legs felt a bit wobbly.

Since it would be a long trip, and there would be no possibility to let them go to a restroom, They had been told to drink lots of water. Then, there had been an enema for both of them. Marvin had let them alone in the toilet, but it had been him who, after they had finished and cleaned up themselves, inserted rubber plugs into their butts. These felt a bit uncomfortable, and each step reminded them of their helplessness.

In the garage, there would have been room for six cars, but currently, there were just three: Ligeia’s Bentley, Marvin’s own car, a plain VW Golf, and an SUV Ligeia rarely used. However, she had decided that driving her Bentley to Romania would be like an invitation to thieves, and in addition, the SUV had a roof rack, to which now, Marvin was applying a large double ski box. This had been customized by him on an earlier occasion, for Ligeia had told him that she was planning »a trip with the girls« long before she had been told to get to Romania.

Climbing down the stepladder once he had fixed the box, Marvin ordered Milena to come close to him. The girl had to ball her fists, and he carefully wrapped her hands with duct tape. Then, the girl had to step on a strange thing that looked like a lying drum and had a cable leading to a power outlet.

»Don’t worry, it’s all well insulated!«

Milena had to cross her wrists in front of her chest, in a position like an Egyptian mummy, and Marvin took care she didn’t cover her breasts. Then, he tied her wrists with tape before also taping her legs at the ankles and above the knees. Then, he fetched something Milena knew from warehouses and hardware stores: a big roll of transparent saran wrap, on a contraption that allowed to pack things using only one hand.

Milena gulped when he put one layer of the clingy foil around her hips. Then, he kicked at a button on Milena’s podium, and she gasped when it started to rotate, allowing Marvin to tightly wrap her from her neck to her ankles.

»It might feel a bit uncomfortable, but the nights can still be cold, so, you should be grateful!«

Milena shifted in her tight cocoon whilst Marvin used the tape to further secure her, wrapping some rounds around her bent arms and upper body before doing her legs above and below the knees and at her ankles. As a crowning touch, he zip-tied Milena’s big toes. Then, he placed the girl on the floor and started to tie and wrap Sabrina whilst Ligeia took care of Milena’s head.

She began by tying the blonde’s hair to a ponytail; then, she opened a box with some plugs in it, and she carefully, but thoroughly pushed one into Milena’s left ear and placed a piece of tape over it.

»They say these allow you to sleep even beside an airport!«, she explained, and when she had plugged and taped the girl’s other ear, she had to agree that they indeed cut off all noise, at least the small ones in the garage.

Next came a sleeping mask, soft, but tightly blindfolding the girl. Milena knew what would come next, but being deafened and blindfolded, her other senses sharpened, and her nose cringes at the scent of the panties Ligeia now held to her mouth. She didn’t know why she still bothered after all these months, but something inside her refused to obey without a fight, and she clenched her teeth, forcing Ligeia to pinch her nose until Milena parted her lips.

With a mixture of dismay and masochistic amusement, Milena felt that she could tell which panties Ligeia was stuffing into her mouth. Her tongue brushed over the fine stitches of Broderie Anglaise, and a terrible curiosity forced her to feel for the lace trimming, telling her it was the light blue pair.

She could not make such assumptions about the second pair that was now pulled over her head; all Milena could tell for sure was that these had been selected from the bottom of the dirty laundry drawer. A ball was then pushed between her lips, and Ligeia tied the straps of the harness gag tightly at her nape and under her chin. Finally, a light silk hood was pulled over her head and secured at her neck.

Meanwhile, Marvin had turned Sabrina into a second saran wrap mummy. In her case, he had been touchier, and the girl had shown him a smile that signalled »it’s her fault, not yours«.

Marvin placed a kiss on her cheek before Ligeia could see it. Sabrina saw that Milena had been hooded, and it reminded her of her initial capture. However, she fought down her upcoming uneasiness and accepted the ear plugs and the blindfold. Her mouth was then stuffed with a pair of silk French knickers, in such a bright pink that even Marvin wondered how it had found its way into Ligeia’s drawers. Sabrina was hooded with a second pair and also got a tightly applied harness gag before she was hooded.

One by one, the chauffeur now placed the girls inside the ski box, putting them side by side and fixing them with a set of belts he had screwed to the box after he had padded it with foam rubber. He then checked the air vent system and brushed over Sabrina’s cheek, through her hood. The girl responded with a faint chortle.

Carefully, he then closed the lid and locked it before checking that a discreetly applied cable leading to the car’s battery was still plugged in. Then, returning to his duties as a chauffeur, he stowed Ligeia’s suitcases and his own bag in the trunk and opened the passenger door for her.

»Ma’am!«

Ligeia entered, adjusting the backrest whilst Marvin opened the garage door and then entered the car. She didn’t like the SUV, for it lacked comfort in comparison to her Bentley. However, it was the right choice, not only because of her »excess baggage«, but also because of the uneven roads in rural Romania.

Marvin turned the ignition key, and above his head, both Milena and Sabrina twitched. When he had closed the lid, the mummified girls had felt that something round was pressing against their pubic mounds, and now, these knobs started to vibrate. Then, as the car drove on, they realized two details of their tiny prison: it had an air supply system that provided them with a fresh breeze, so they would not suffocate or overheat; also, the vibrators were somehow not only connected to the battery, but also to the gas pedal, so when the car accelerated, the buzzing knobs did too.

***

»Does the word miser have aby meaning to you? That’s close to torture!«

»Show some countenance, young Lady!«, Aurica joked, but she was also squeezing her thighs together. They had entered the Autobahn and had luckily passed Munich without getting into a traffic jam, and Aurica had prepared a cooling box that also contained some cans of »Transylvanian Spirit«. The logo showed vampire fangs, and Eileen feared that Aurica might get a copyright claim from the producers of »Dance of the Vampires«. The drink tasted okay, like most other energy drinks; however, as time passed, the girls noticed it had the same effect as other drinks that contained caffeine: they felt a growing urge to pee. However, Aurica insisted that they only stopped once they had passed the Austrian border, for the toilets at the resting places there would be for free.

So, when they stopped at the first rest stop behind the border, both Eileen and Salome had to do a quite undignified rush for the restrooms whilst Aurica, who had to lock the car first, was following little later.

Unfortunately, the stalls at the Ladie’s toilet were all occupied, forcing the girls to wait unruly. When the door of one box opened, Eileen almost pushed the woman that left it aside.

»Sorry!«, she shouted, slamming the door shut whilst already pulling down her panties. The slightly startled woman staggered against Salome and excused. Then, she stared at her, but when Salome asked her whether everything was okay, she just mumbled an excuse and left the restroom.

Ligeia von Marwitz forced herself to walk up the stairs instead of running. Leaning against the wall, she took a few deep breaths. Was that really possible?

Her memories wandered back to the day when she had followed the invitation of Frank Herbert, to proof that he had won his seven Summit bet. There, she had met, if one could call it that way, Sabrina and Milena. However, before, she had watched the show, waiting for the seven naked, bound gagged and blindfolded girls to get closer to climax. She had betted a few Grand on a busty Australian, but then, she had been fascinated by another couple. There had been one black girl, tall and buxom, and she had been tied back to back with an equally tall blonde. Both had been forced to share not only a scarf tied through their crotches, but also a double vibrator shoved into their butts.

»It must be a confusion!«, Ligeia told herself. There was more than one tall black girl, and in addition, the girl at the party had been gagged and blindfolded, so she couldn’t be sure about her face.

»Perhaps, I should ask her to peel down her dress! If I see her breasts, I can tell whether she has been the same girl!«

Ligeia chuckled and wanted to leave the snack bar when she saw the Black returning from the toilet. She was accompanied by a blonde girl in a short dress, and now, Ligeia could tell that if that was a coincidence, it was quite an unlikely one.

Before she could decide what to do, the blonde girl approached her.

»Sorry for running you over! It just was – highest time!«

She smiled shyly, and the Black who stood a little behind also looked at Ligeia. Though she might have earned her promotion by sleeping with her boss, Ligeia also had the qualities required from a junior CEO, including the ability to hide her feelings – and to adapt to situations.

»I have to excuse – it should teach me a lesson about not taking my time when people are waiting outside! Also, I have to excuse to you!«

She approached the Black and added:

»I didn’t want to stare at you, it’s just – you reminded me of my daughter’s pen friend. Do you happen to be from Kenia?«

»Tanzania«, Salome replied, smiling. Usually, when white people told her that she reminded them of someone, it was some black celebrity with which she only shared the colour of her skin. At least, this woman had assumed a country close enough to her home country.

»Tanzania«, Ligeia repeated, trying to fire a shot out of the blue.

»Home of the Kilimanjaro, one of the Seven Summits!«

With well-hidden satisfaction, she noticed the moment of flickering panic in the girls’ eyes when she mentioned the Seven Summits. She shook her head to hide her excitement, and she added:

»Sorry, I am reducing you to a landmark!«

Salome assured her that everything was okay, and now, Aurica returned from the toilet, too. It took the Romanian some three nanoseconds to scan Ligeia: a woman with blonde hair, arranged in a loose, slightly dishevelled bun, whose makeup couldn’t hide she was past her 40th birthday, though she could be called attractive. The business jacket with the matching skirt, her shoes and her jewellery all looked expensive, and so, Aurica considered her to be a businesswoman. Like herself, though it looked as if this woman had already climbed some more steps on the ladder to success.

»Eileen, Salome! Have you met an acquaintance?«

Hearing the names of the girls, Ligeia was now fully convinced that they were those she assumed, and she had to use all her self-control not to imagine them as she remembered them, naked, glistering with sweat, and writhing in their bonds.

»Actually, we just ran into each other – literally! Ligeia von Marwitz, nice to meet you!«

»Aurica Popescu!«

Salome and Eileen also introduced themselves, but now, Aurica started some small talk. Maybe, Ligeia’s company was one that was interested in a cooperation with »Transylvanian Spirit«.

A few minutes later, the girls walked back to their car, and Aurica felt as if she had hit the jackpot: Ligeia had not only taken one of her business cards, she had also told her that, although her business was real estate, her company had many employees; employees who visited the company’s cafeteria and who would definitely like to enjoy an energy drink here and then.

»If they will offer my product, it could be my foot in the door!«

Ligeia looked after them before she returned to her own car. She usually didn’t believe in destiny, but here it was: the talkative Romanian had told her that they were heading for Weißendorf, the very village where she had to do her business. Perhaps, her ground was one of those she had been told to buy. However, Ligeia was more interested in something else.

She had told Marvin to refuel the SUV and then park a little away from the snack bar. Now, she could see him stand beside the car, and she looked at the ski box. How Milli and Sabsi were doing? Were they trying to break their bonds, screaming through their gags, in a desperate attempt to attract attention? Or had they fainted, or were just too exhausted to do anything, due to the constant massage by the vibrators?

All these were intriguing thought, but as she entered the car, she also considered another idea: was the ski box big enough for two taller girls, too?

***

At Hermannstadt, some 1000 kilometres away, an exhausted Lioba Karnstein staggered into her hotel room and was barely able to pay the porter (she had only one small suitcase, but she didn’t want to take the man’s chance to earn some extra money) and to close the door behind him before she sank down onto her bed.

»Change of plans! Tomorrow, I will stay in bed!«, she groaned into the pillow whilst trying to kick off her shoes. The flight had been an odyssey, with her having to change the plane in both Paris and Frankfurt, and at the airport in Hermannstadt, the Hertz company store had closed when she had finally arrived, forcing her to take a taxi to her hotel.

Trying to collect enough strength to undress, maybe even to have a shower, Lioba checked her cell phone. She had gotten the usual messages from the Romanian phone companies, but there was also a mail. When she clicked at it, she frowned.

Lioba had informed the notary that she intended to arrive on Saturday evening, so they could meet on Monday morning. Her original plan had been to do some sightseeing on Sunday, but now, she felt way too tired for such things.

»I had no idea that Romanian notaries work on weekends«, she yawned and opened the mail. Luckily, the man had written it in German:

»Dear Dr. Karnstein, please excuse me contacting you on a Saturday, but if it is by any means possible, I would like to meet with you by tomorrow, the earlier, the better. There is something you should know about your heritage. However, I can’t describe it via mail, and so, I would like to meet you at my office. Please, contact me as soon as possible. Regards, Vlad Heisenberg.«

Lioba frowned. What on Earth could be so important the notary couldn’t wait until Monday? She scoffed:

»Perhaps, the house is occupied by vampires, and he wants to know whether I am a true virgin!«

She answered the mail, telling Heisenberg that they could meet tomorrow ( or rather later, as it was past midnight) at 10am. Then, too tired for anything, she just undressed to her panties and fell asleep almost instantly.

***

Marvin was an excellent chauffeur, and he steered the SUV through the night as if they had just started, though the hours behind the wheel must have been tiring. However, they were approaching their stop for the night, a small house in Budapest. It was a plain building in the suburbs, far beyond Ligeia’s usual standards. At least, it had a garage that could be entered from the inside of the house.

On the passenger seat, Ligeia was unruly and shifted in her seat. Usually, she could easily relax when Marvin was chauffeuring her. However, she usually had the fond of her Bentley for herself, where she could loll around in the comfortable seats and also shut the window to the front seats, so she was all alone.

Here, the passenger seat was the only one that offered a minimum of comfort, and even if she had withdrawn to the backseats, Marvin would still have been able to see her in the rear mirror. No chance for her to reach under her skirt, though the tingle in her loins had turned into a veritable itch.

She couldn’t get Salome and Eileen out of her mind. Imagine how these tall, athletic girls would be forced to service her, how she would be able to fondle their ample boobs. Of course, Milli and Sabsi were doing a good job in entertaining her. However, now that she had tamed them, it had become a bit boring, since breaking the will of her toys was the best part.

Sabsi and Milli! Before they had become her servants, the two had been the henchwomen of Frank Herbert, and obviously, they had managed to kidnap the girls he had presented. Ligeia sighed when she felt a wave of arousal in her middle, and she once again shifted her position. Marvin cleared his throat.

»There’s a rest stop a few miles ahead!«

Ligeia felt her cheeks redden. Obviously, the man assumed that she needed to pee. Forcing a smile on her face, she replied:

»No, thank you!«

After a few moments, she added:

»Marvin, do you think there are things money can’t buy?«

»Time«, the chauffeur answered, regretting his answer immediately. Ligeia was an attractive woman, a fact even her enemies admitted, and most of them didn’t even add »for her age« when describing her. However, she was 52, and no makeup could hide the wrinkles around her eyes, eyes for which she needed glasses, albeit only for reading. The fair strands in her hair were for aesthetic reasons, but Ligeia also had to dye her hair because her temples had grown grey. So, Marvin feared that he had hit her weak spot. However, Ligeia just smiled.

»How about loyalty?«

To buy himself a few moments of thinking, Marvin overtook a lorry before he answered. For a moment, he had feared that Ligeia was questioning his own loyalty; that she was suspicious about him and Sabrina, though there hadn’t been more than a harmless flirt yet.

»You are working for a real estate company, Ma’am! I think you know all too well that every man has his price!«

Ligeia laughed; then, she pointed at the roof.

»I was thinking about their loyalty! Do you think that they will still work for me, once I set them free, given the fact that I am paying them well?«

Though he had participated in the »disciplining« of Sabrina and Milena, Ligeia had always been very anxious that he didn’t get a glimpse of her when one of the girls (or sometimes both) had to service her. However, there could be no doubt on the sexual nature of those »services«. They may have surrendered for the moment, but at least Sabrina had other interests than Ligeia, too. Diplomatically, he answered:

»I think that everyone loves a change of duties now and then! After all, you took care that I would not once get bored because I only have to drive you from A to B!«

Again, Ligeia laughed, patting Marvin’s knee. Then, she sighed and once again tried to ease the tingle between her legs by shifting her position.

Some half an hour later, they had reached the house in the outskirts of Budapest, and Marvin carefully maneuvered the big car into the garage. At least, it was high enough for him to open the lid of the ski box without problems.

Marvin coughed when the scent from inside the stuffy box, a melange of sweat and female arousal, hit him like a hammer. Had her worn glasses, they would have fogged immediately. Both girls’ skin had reddened, and it was visible that under the layers of saran wrap, they were covered with sweat. Their heaving chests heaved, indicating that they were alive, and Sabrina even weakly moved her head and let out a faint moan, indicating that she was awake.

He loosened the straps and then carried them upstairs one by one, placing them side by side in the bed that dominated the room Ligeia required for herself. When he had also brought one of her suitcases, Ligeia said:

»Thank you, Marvin! I don’t think I will need your services before tomorrow morning!«

Having a last look at Sabrina in her plastic cocoon, Marvin withdrew to his own room at the ground floor. Ligeia closed the door and turned the key. Then, she took off her shoes, followed by the business jacket she hung up neatly. Enjoying the delay of the now close fulfilment, she carefully took off her jewellery and scarf before she unbuttoned her blouse and took off her skirt, too. She peeled down the tight pantyhose, deciding that the next day, she would put on gartered stocking instead.

Her eyes fell on the mirror when she unclasped her bra. Now, she felt the sting of Marvin’s words, though the chauffeur hadn’t meant them offensive. She definitely wasn’t an old hag, but she could see the many signs of ageing, and when the bra fell, she sighed. Her breasts were still round and firm, but the times where they seemed to have defied gravity were over.

Her smile reappeared when she peeled down her white lacy panties. Ligeia didn’t trim her pubic hair, and in the beginning, it had been funny how it had added to Milli’s and Sabsi’s discomfort when they had been forced to service her, and the fuzzy hair had tickled their noses.

 Ligeia removed her hair clips and shook her blonde hair. Then, she approached the two panting plastic mummies on the bed and removed the silk hoods from their heads. They were damp with sweat, as were the panty hoods that clung to the girls’ reddened faces. Ligeia carefully removed the ear plugs and then fumbled to get rid of the blindfolds without having to remove the panty hoods or the harness gags. Milena and Sabrina looked at her, their eyes expressing their complete exhaustion, but also something else.

The girls were indeed exhausted, no wonder after some ten hours confined to the narrow stuffy box, unable to move, blindfolded, gagged and with their ears plugged. In addition, they were dehydrated from sweating so profusely. However, there was still some unrest within them, and the reason for that had been the vibrators. These had massaged their private parts almost nonstop on the entire trip, but they had just not been exactly where they would have worked, and, trussed up and fixed to the box as they had been, Milena had not been able to wriggle their hips and thrust out their pelvises enough to compensate that. So, though they had been in a state of constant arousal, they had not been able to get over the brink once, and now, this desire was still within them.

Their eyes narrowed, and none of them squealed when Ligeia now produced a scalpel from her drawer. They had learned that she wouldn’t hurt them that way. At least, they hoped that it would be like that now, too.

»Now, be careful and don’t move, I will give you some relief! However, we will have to talk before I set you free fully!«

Carefully to not cut her skin, she sliced through the layers of saran wrap over Milena’s right breast, two cut that built an »X« that crossed at her nipple. She then peeled away the foil, as if she was peeling a banana. When she had repeated the task on the other breast, she turned downwards, cutting vertically from the girl’s belly button to the middle of her thighs. The horizontal cut went over her pubic mound, and when she had removed the wrapping, Ligeia playfully waved her hand as the scent from Milena’s middle reached her nose.

»I am glad to see you, too, Milli!«, she purred before making the same cuts in the foil cocooning Sabrina. Then, putting away the scalpel, she climbed onto the bed and knelt between the girls’ hips, placing a hand on each of their warm and damp pubic mounds.

»Now, before such things as untying you, allowing you to use the bathroom, or giving you some water, we have to negotiate a bit! Let’s call it another offer you can’t refuse! Well, actually you could, but I don’t think you will!«

With some difficulties due to the tight bondage, she pushed her hands between her captives’ legs, so she could cup their pubic mounds. Her fingers moved constantly as she now explained her offer.

»What do you think about a change of travelling arrangements for tomorrow? I mean, sitting on the backseats, wearing clothes and being neither bound nor gagged, after a nice long shower and a lavish breakfast!«

»Uuuuhmmm!«

Milena groaned and cringed at the mentioning of these simple things that were like sheer luxury compared to their current predicament. Sabrina managed to frown, and yet, she hadn’t shown a reaction to the hand between her legs, neither positive nor negative.

»Also, how about when we have returned to Nuremberg, you will be free to leave my services – though I could have another job for you. However, this would be entirely your decision, whatever your choice is, you’d be free on Monday next week, and I would also round up your payment to, let’s not be greedy, 200 Grand each!«

Now, both girls stared at her in a way one would have stared at a well-known prankster offering him some candy. Ligeia smiled.

»Of course, you have one very important question: what do you have to do, to earn such an upgrade? Well, it might surprise you, but you might even like it!«

She waited until both Milena and Sabrina had uttered an impatient grunt, demanding that she continued.

»When we stopped at a rest stop in Austria, I literally ran into two girls that I know from seeing – whilst you two know them not just from seeing!«

She intensified her massage as she continued:

»I am talking about Eileen and Salome, aka Miss Elbrus and Miss Kilimanjaro, from Frank Herberts show – the show where we first met! Well, seems they are travelling to the very village we are also heading towards! Seems that they can’t wait to see you again!«

Now, both stared at Ligeia with widened eyes, and they both panted as a tingle shot through their loins. It wasn’t so much the fingers of her captor, or the denied relief during the trip. Both Milena and Sabrina had kept a vivid memory on the job done for Herbert, before they had ended up naked, bound and gagged, only to be kidnapped and enslaved by Ligeia von Marwitz. It had been the time when they had been the mistresses and had dominated others, and the memory had warmed their hearts during the last months, whenever fear or humiliation had threatened to overwhelm them.

»Now, I think they would be nice replacements for you. Of course, they are currently still frolicking around, completely unaware of my plans! They are free, whilst you are at my mercy, naked, bound and gagged! So, would you like for that to change?«

Both girls nodded, Milena promptly, Sabrina a bit more reluctantly. Ligeia licked her lips as she felt for their middles. They weren’t ready for her yet, but close to it.

»Now, if you want to start this new stage in my services, you have to do three things! To make things easier for you, it will all be questions that you can answer by nodding or shaking your heads! First: do you want Eileen and Salome to be my new toys, and will you return to your old profession to get them into my clutches?«

»Mmhhmm! Mhhmm!«

Both girls nodded emphatically, now panting heavily. Ligeia asked:

»Second: will you consider staying in my services for a little longer, to help me train my new toys? You don’t have to answer now, just promise to think about it!«

Again, there were two nodding heads, and Ligeia could feel the growing heat and moisture between their legs.

»Third, and here, you don’t even have to nod: seal the contract! Not with your blood, but I think it requires something more precious than ink!«

She pushed her fingers a little harder against the girls’ labia.

»Show me how grateful you are, and that you still consider me to be the one in charge! That you are still respecting me as your Mistress!«

Sabrina groaned, and Milena had almost shaken her head. It was clear what Ligeia meant, and at the same time, it was the least they wanted to do. However, Ligeia was perhaps the meanest and most devious bitch they had ever known (in that condition, both Milena and Sabrina had really found their Mistress), but she kept to their treaties.

So, Sabrina leaned back and closed her eyes, blocking out Ligeia’s view and concentrating on other memories: Eileen’s whimpering when she had been forced to be crotch roped by her friend; or Salome, turning from a confident girl into a helpless bundle when she had tickled her.

There were other such blissful memories, and Milena had found some, too, for she also reared up, and Ligeia felt a shudder of triumph when her finger slid inside her without her having to use force. Moments later, she was inside Sabrina, too, and both girls moaned and thrusted their pelvises as she stiffened her fingers and accelerated her moves.

»Do you love it«, Ligeia panted between two strokes, »if I am – serving you – for a change?«

The girls didn’t answer, but when they both reached climax little later, Ligeia was sure that they hadn’t faked it. She looked down on the two pairs of sweaty, heaving breasts, on the girls that were now closer to fainting than anything else. Ligeia sat up, formed two pistols with her hands, and, after »firing« them at the girls, she licked her wet index fingers.

***