School For Young Ladies
by Terry Bryant
(cl-1035)


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Archive Note: The original paperback had two chapters labeled, "CHAPTER 
THREE." 

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FOREWORD 

Little redheaded Dorothy Sullivan is going to spend her first night as a 
student at the Mary Margot School for Young Ladies. It's an old mansion in 
the middle of the New Hampshire woods, and the action gets really hot, even 
though it is mid-January! 

In this exciting book, you'll find plenty to study, if the story of two 
beautiful, mysterious women seducing young, innocent girls is the kind of 
thing you like looking into! 

Meet Abigail Hendrix, the woman who actually owns the school. She's Mary 
Margot's mistress in more than the scholarly fashion. What Abigail teaches 
Mary Margot and the young female students rates an A plus ... whatever you 
have in mind! 

And meet Abigail's favorite toy: It's an expensive closed-circuit television 
system that secretly looks into every nook and cranny in the school, bar 
none! We get to peek at the action in all the girls' rooms, the shower and 
the common bathroom. 

And we get to watch Agibail herself as she takes electronic control of every 
female in the mansion, one after the other. It's a hot, entertaining story 
of Lesbian love in its many forms. Sweet and tough, gentle and rough, loving 
and hating. Once you start reading this book, you'll want to continue 
studying the events that take place in the halls of the Loeb School. 

And you'll graduate with more than a diploma in hand if you work at it till 
the very end. 

It's a climax worth getting into! 

 CHAPTER ONE 

The big, black Cadillac edged its way cautiously down the icy, curving road. 
Although it was only seven o'clock, it seemed much later. And although the 
brilliant full moon illuminated the snow-covered landscape, it seemed dark 
and forbidding. 

Nothing was what it seemed. Everything was something else. 

Little Dorothy Sullivan clutched her fur coat protectively around herself. 
She was shivering in the passenger's seat, despite the continuing blast of 
super-heated air that roared out of the powerful heater. She stretched her 
surprisingly good legs out from beneath her coat. 

Her uncle glanced at her sideways, not daring to take his eyes off the 
dangerous, unfamiliar road. The car had already lurched several times. There 
was simply no traction. 

The silence between uncle and niece was as cold as the New Hampshire night 
air. 

They had been driving for too many long hours, both were exhausted, and each 
was lost in his and her own world of thoughts. Dorothy was feeling alone and 
lost. William J. Westchester, Jr., her only surviving relative, was angry. 

And in a hurry. 

If only he hadn't made that wrong turn back at Dixville Notch! 

If only the whole unpleasant business were already over with! 

"When will we be getting there, Uncle William?" the fourteen year old asked 
for the tenth time. It's a typical teenage ploy. "For a girl who doesn't 
want to get where she's going, you sure are in a hurry to get there!' her 
uncle complained. His voice dripped with obvious sarcasm. 

Just being polite was an effort for the man. 

He was feeling very put-out, very put-upon! 

Why did her parents have to die? He wasn't suited for raising a young girl, 
certainly not a girl like Dorothy Sullivan. 

William had tried his best, but Dorothy simply didn't fit in. She disturbed 
his friends, ruined his fun, and-in general-made herself as unattractive as 
she could. 

She was such a little prig. Miss Goodie Two-Shoes! He couldn't count the 
number of parties she ruined for him. 

Well, it would soon be over. 

Even on bright, summer afternoons, the Loeb School for Young Ladies looked 
forbidding. On this cold January night, it was more like something out of an 
old horror movie. 

It was an old, reconverted mansion, tucked away behind three acres of blue 
spruce and various other pines. It had once been owned by one of the state's 
richest lumber barons. But the woods had long ago stopped yielding its 
"limitless" supply of boards. 

And, of course, there were few these days who could afford to maintain such 
a big place as a private dwelling. 

William maneuvered the big car around the vast curve of the driveway leading 
up to the front door. The canopy of trees above them was covered with ice. 

Then, at last, the house loomed up in the moonlit clearing. There was no 
sign, no classic lettering carved across the door. 

It had to be the school. 

"Live free or die," Dorothy said. 

"What's that?" William asked, startled by the great intensity of the girl's 
voice. "It's the state motto," Dorothy explained. "I wonder if they take 
everything so seriously in New Hampshire?" 

When William parked the car, Dorothy was already out of it and walking 
toward the main door even before he had a chance to put his coat on. 

He walked on with her, just as footfalls could be heard approaching them. 
There was a fumbling with locks, and the heavy oaken door swung wide open. 

Mary Margo Loeb stood looking at them, measuring them up, taking them in 
with a single, sure glance. 

" You must be Dorothy Sullivan," Mary Margot said, offering her hand to the 
young girl. 

'How do you do?" Dorothy answered, taking her hand in her own. "This is my 
uncle, William Westchester.' She added 'Jr.' and somehow managed to make it 
sound like an insult. 

"Well, come in!" Mary Margot exclaimed. 

"it's five below out there. You must be freezing." 

The three of them walked into the entrance hall. It was large, with the roof 
punching through three floors. Rows of balconies stretched before them. A 
large, sweeping staircase loomed before them, leading the eye into darkness. 

It was as quiet as a grave. 

Mary Margot Loeb senses their question, "it's study hour now. All the girls 
are in their rooms, their noses stuck in books, I hope." 

She smiled at Dorothy. 

"I like quiet places,' the girl told the Head Mistress. "We're a country 
family. Noise doesn't excite me. It's merely disorienting. As far as I'm 
concerned, the quieter the better." 

That doesn't surprise me, you miserable little creature, William thought to 
himself. Wherever you go, a cloud of gloom preceeds you. And the worst of it 
is, the stays behind you, too! 

"Ah, here we are,' Mary Margot announced, her hand on the heavy doorknob of 
an oaken door almost as imposing as the door in the main entrance. 

It swung open without so much as a groan. 

The interior of the spacious study was unexpectedly cozy. A cheery fire 
blazed in the large fireplace. The single mammoth log crumpled and 
disintegrated as the flames licked at it with relentless urgency. 

Mary Margot led the man and the girl away from the huge desk that lurked in 
a far corner like a crouching animal. 

They sat themselves in large comfortable, leather chairs set around the 
fireplace. 

The log slipped slightly, and resettled itself in a shower of sparks. The 
rising howl of the wind could be heard in the chimney. 

"Oh, I'm going to like it here!" Dorothy said suddenly, leaning into the 
fire, her palms open to the flame. "Ever since my mother and father died, 
I've needed a place like this." 

William looked in the direction of the Head Mistress, ready to give her a 
conspirator's look that would tie the two of them together in union against 
Dorothy. 

Instead, he saw the beautiful, dark woman gazing at the fair teenaged girl 
with something like admiration in her eyes. 

Embarrassed, he looked away. 

"'But she is in her grave and, oh, the difference to me!'" Mary Margot Loeb 
quoted into the dark reaches of the formal room. 

" Keats?" William offered, anxious as a schoolboy to please. 

He wanted the tall, dignified Mary Margot Loeb to like him. It would be ever 
so reassuring. 

The Head Mistress turned in her chair and looked at him. 

" Wordsworth," Dorothy corrected. "The Lucy Poems." 

Mary Margot called Dorothy's name. When the brooding girl looked at her, the 
Head Mistress said, "Shall we read all the literature of loss together?" 

Dorothy cast her eyes down, and in the lowest whisper confessed, "Yes, I'd 
like that. I ... I don't understand yet." 

"You will," was all the Head Mistress promised. 

It seemed a great deal to Dorothy. 

William was beginning to feel like he was eavesdropping. He couldn't think 
of anything to say. so he coughed. 

Both the girl and the woman seemed startled by the reminder of his presense. 
It was as if he were already not there. For them, he had ceased to exist an 
eternity of moments ago. 

"Well," he hesitated, "I guess I should be on my way. Are there any 
questions, any papers to be signed, that sort of thing?" 

"No," Mary Margot Loeb said, standing as she spoke. ' I believe my secretary 
and yours have made all the arrangements." 

"I see," William replied, feeling strangely disappointed. 

He was suddenly so ... redundant. 

Mary Margot extended her open hand in his direction. ' I enjoyed meeting 
you, Mr. Westchester." 

"Junior,' ' Dorothy added. She was straightening her skirt out, brushing her 
hand against it. 

William had to struggle to resist making a face at her. 

God, I'm getting punchy here, he worried to himself. Talk about a looney 
bin! 

Suddenly he had found himself looking forward to the long, difficult drive 
that lay ahead of him. He believed he might even roll the Cadillac's windows 
down for awhile: Let some refreshing, winter night wind blow through the old 
grey matter. 

He needed a tonic! 

"I hope you're a frequent visitor," the stunning Head Mistress was saying. 
"You're welcome here any time." 

"I'm glad you feel that way," William countered politely, but thinking 'fat 
chance!' to himself. 

"Good-bye, Uncle William," Dorothy suddenly broke in. She stepped forward 
and took his hand in hers. For once she was looking human. "I.. I want to 
thank you. I'm not ungrateful, really I'm not. I know you tried, but...." 

Why she was absolutely pretty! Downright attractive! If only the girl had 
demonstrated this side of her personality back in Manhattan. Then everything 
would have been different. There wouldn't have been any problem. 

William hesitated, then said, "Anytime you want to come home, Dorothy, you 
know you're welcome." 

He surprised himself. It wasn't anything he'd meant to say. But now that he 
had, he found himself meaning it. 

"Thank you, Uncle William. But I think I'll be just fine here. Something 
tells me that." The girl was looking especially pale in the light of the 
fireplace. 

Then the woman and the girl walked him to the front door, saw him out, and 
closed it behind him, even before he had stepped off the porch. 

It was a very cold evening. 

The brown-haired girl sat near a weeping willow tree. The river ran quietly 
before her. Streamers from the willow, flowing in the breeze, sometimes 
obscured the sight of her. 

A tall woman, dressed entirely in white, her clothes catching and reflecting 
the slanting rays of the late afternoon sun walked erectly through the tall 
grasses leading to the river's bank. 

She was startled to see the girl sitting by herself. She was throwing the 
petals of a rose into the dark river waters. 

They bobbed away in flurries. 

The woman's shadow fell across the seated girl. She looked up, her 
expression changing from dreaminess to love. She stood. 

The tall woman reached out and took the girl in her arms. They held each 
other, gazing into each other's eyes. 

Then they both leaned forward, as if at a common inner signal. 

Their lips met in a dream of passion. Although they barely touched, both 
thrilled to their shared touching. 

The girl reached up and touched the woman's cheek. Her fingers traced the 
curve of her mouth until they discovered her tongue. 

The woman sucked her finger into her, looking into her eyes all the while. 

It was fascinating! 

The brown-haired girl had to struggle to keep from fainting with joy. 

The woman in white reached up and held the girl by the wrist. Then she 
sucked the probing finger in and out, in and out of her warm, moist mouth. 

A large fish splashed in the river. Circles radiated across the surface of 
the water. A tip of the fish's tail was briefly glimpsed. 

The twosome sank to the ground. The grass about them was cool to the touch. 
The heat of the day was fast descending into the perfect warmth of a lazy 
afternoon. 

Nothing in the whole of the universe was harsh. 

The woman gathered the girl in her arms and kissed her throat, from the 
right ear down to the shoulder. Her sharp white teeth bit delicately into 
the 'tender flesh. 

The girl moaned quietly with passion. 

She had wanted to be ravished! 

She reached out and pulled the woman's head toward her own, then fastened 
her lips to the other's. 

The kiss lasted for many long moments. First it was tender, all searching 
and innocence; then it was passionate, insisting and assertive. Then, again, 
it was tender and searching. 

One kiss carried them through an encyclopedia of emotions! 

They pulled away from each other, one regarding the other with an equal 
curiosity and shock. Neither of them had expected so much, thoughmuch had 
been desired. 

"Didn't you hear me knocking?" a voice said. 

The woman in white slipped the girl's blouse from her shoulders. 

The skin revealed was as white as snow, as warm as fresh milk, as pure as an 
Artie wilderness. 

Her lips traced every path of the girl's body. They searched out every 
secret. They explored every path, no matter how hidden. 

Both knew the joy of exploration. 

"Wake up, Catherine," the voice said, still gentle but firmly. 

The woman's tongue was buried in the valley between the girl's legs. It 
separated and entered the moist cave of flesh. 

How wonderful it was! How utterly, completely, delightfully wonderful. 

Catherine woke with a start! 

Mary Margot Loeb stood smiling down at her. 

"Oh, Miss Loeb, I was dreaming!' Catherine smiled back, leaning slightly 
forward in her chair. 

"You fell asleep," Mary Margot observed. 

"Did I?" she mused, "Often I think we live only when we're sleeping ... and 
dreaming. Sometimes my dreams seem so much more real than anything else." 

"Would you like to meet your new roommate?" Mary Margot asked. "She's 
changing now." 

Catherine jumped up. Her beautiful brown hair was streaked with highlights, 
reflecting the flame that burned in the fireplace. 

There was a knock at the door. 

"Come in," said Mary Margot. 

The door opened and Dorothy appeared. 

"Oh, how lovely!" she exclaimed. "I had no idea each room had it's own 
fireplace!" 

"I'm Catherine," Catherine said, stepping up and introducing herself. Her 
touch was very warm and comforting. 

The two girls liked each other immediately. 

"Yes, I know," Dorothy said, for some reason almost blushing. "Catherine 
Schramm, was asking about you. I...." 

Catherine laughed, sensing the girl's embarrassment and wanting to make 
things easier for her. She was overwhelmed with an intense desire to make 
Dorothy Sullivan happy! 

" I was asking about you, too!" 

"Well, I can see I'm not needed here," Mary Margot interjected. 'This is 
obviously a marriage made in heaven, if ever there was one." 

Both girls blushed furiously. 

Mary Margot corrected herself immediately. 

Catherine, being used to the surroundings, was the first of the two girls to 
gather herself. 

"Won't you stay and have coffee with us. Miss Loeb?" she asked. "I was just 
about to go down and get some." 

"No, Dorothy's new here, as you know. The two of you have a lot to talk 
about. So I'll go get the coffee, and.. " 

"Oh, no!' Catherine objected sincerely. "You can't be waiting on us! That's 
out of the question. I'll go!" 

"But this is an occasion. This is special," Mary Margot smiled, obviously 
pleased. 

Catherine was already on her way out the door. "I'll be back in a flash!" 
She turned and walked away, then suddenly appeared in the doorway again. ' 
How do you take your coffee, Dorothy?" 

"Cream and sugar if you have it," Dorothy said." 

"Cream and sugar. Got you. And Dorothy, .glad to have you with us!' With 
that, Catherine was gone. 

Her footfalls travelled down the hallway and echoed into silence. 

Dorothy stood in the middle of the room, her hands held together in front ol 
her. She was looking about her, taking in the details of her new home. 

The room was large. The two big double beds were lost in its vastness. Pools 
of shadow contrasted with pools of light. It was all so comfortable and 
secure. 

"It's lovely," Dorothy said again. "It's so much nicer than I ever dreamed 
it would be. Somehow I expected something a little more Spartan." 

"Why surrender to male standards?" Mary Margot asked. She was as much a 
teacher as any human being, "if something is beautiful and functional I take 
it unto myself. If it happens to be 'male' and it fits those standards, 
that's fine. But if it's merely male and not beautiful and not functional, 
then I reject it, utterly and finally." 

"And if it's female and not those things," Dorothy asked, not wanting to 
argue, but wanting to know. 

"Why, my dear and beautiful child," Mary Margot smiled with love in her 
eyes, "there simply is no such thing! All that is female is beautiful. That 
is merely fact." 

A thrill of self-discovery shot through Dorothy. She felt suddenly 
liberated, lighter, a traveller passing out of dark forests and into the 
welcome light of day! 

This is what she had been searching for! 

"Here we are!" Catherine shouted, pushing the door open with her foot. She 
was holding a silver tray with all the coffee things resting upon it. 

Mary Margot and Dorothy lost themselves in a flurry of preparation, pulling 
a table up to the fire, setting chairs around it. 

Catherine set the tray down, and Dorothy started to pour, asking the others 
how they preferred their drinks. She was feeling so much at home! It was as 
if she were born to the place! 

"Mmm, that's good!" Dorothy said, finally able to take her first sip. 

"We believe in quality here," Mary Margot explained. "Quality in all things, 
food, thoughts, love ... everything." 

There was a knock at the door. 

The conversation stopped. 

'Who is it," Mary Margot asked. She set her cup down in anticipation. Her 
eyes were suddenly brighter than they had been. 

"Abigail Hendrix,' the voice announced. ' Am I disturbing anything?" 

Mary Margo stood, walked across the room, and opened the door. ' Of course 
not! There's nothing in this house that isn't yours for the asking." 

"Ah, that would be perfect, if only I didn't have to ask!' Abigail smiled 
into the room. "But one wishes." 

'Come in and meet our new student, Dorothy Sullivan." Mary Margot invited. 

Abigail was already in the room. 

"That's why I stopped by,' she said. 'You know I like to meet the new girls 
as soon as possible." Abigail looked at Dorothy. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to 
greet you at the door, but Julia Wavecrest-you'll meet her tomorrow-she 
wasn't feeling well." 

"Oh,' Mary Margot Loeb asked, her expression full of concern. ' I hope it's 
nothing serious." 

Abigail looked at her. "No, just a little case of the green-eyed monster. A 
dose of discipline takes care of it." 

Dorothy looked at Mary Margot with her eyes full of questions. 

Mary Margot said, 'Some of us at the Loeb School aren't as mature as adults 
might be. But, of course, that's what Abigail and I are here for. To show 
the way. That's the essence of the art of teaching." 

"Will you have some coffee, Miss Hendrix?" Catherine asked. She held the 
coffee pot in hand, ready to pour. 

"Yes, please, black,' Abigail. 'But most of all I want to chat with Dorothy 
here." She turned her gaze on the red-haired girl. She was really quite 
lovely! Pale and delicate and well-shaped. 

"I already feel very much at home here. Miss Hendrix," Dorothy offered. 

Abigail smiled. ' 'Miss Hendrix' is all very well and good in class and in 
other formal situations, but please, Dorothy, when we're visiting like this, 
do call me Abigail." 

"Oh, thank you very much ... Abigail," Dorothy smiled. It hadn't occurred to 
her to call the striking blond woman-anything but Abigail after a decent, 
but brief length of time, of course. But being invited to do so was not only 
unexpected, but strangely pleasureable. 

"Mary Margot, will you light a cigarette for me," Abigail suddenly asked. 
She turned to Dorothy to explain. ' I'm trying to stop, but I can't if I 
carry the nasty things around for me. So Mary Margot kindly does it for me." 

Mary Margot reached into the pocket of her loose dress and pulled out a 
package of Virginia Slims. She took one of the long, thin cigarettes out of 
the package, lit it, and passed the glowing tobacco to Abigail. 

Abigail inhaled deeply, letting the smoke sink into her. She leaned back in 
the chair savoring the taste and the effect. She was slightly flushed. Was 
it the cigarette or the fact that she was sitting closer to the heat of the 
fire than the other three? 

The two women and both girls sat in silence for awhile, enjoying the 
feelings that flowed amongst them in the comfortable room. Talking seemed 
unnecessary. Their mere sharing of each other's presence was totally 
satisfying in and of itself. 

The flames danced across the big log in the fireplace. They formed living 
scenes peopled with countless characters and creatures, all in pursuit of 
each other, all of them brief and glorious. 

The cold wind hissed against the windows loudly, and one sent one's thoughts 
into the flame rather than the icy reaches of the night. 

"Well, we'd better be on our way, Mary Margot,' Abigail said, standing. She 
was strikingly tall! Dorothy hadn't noticed that before. Maybe it was 
because the big woman carried herself so gracefully. 

There was nothing awkward about her, despite her unusual size. 

Abigail saw Dorothy's expression and guessed what she was thinking. She'd 
experienced the same reaction from many others during her lifetime. ' Yes, 
I'm five foot nine inches tall., in my stocking feet!" 

"Oh, but you're beautiful!'" Dorothy blurted out, immediately ashamed of her 
silly girlish outcry. She started blushing. 

Abigail reached out and touched her cheek with the palm of her hand. As hot 
as Dorothy's face was, it was much cooler than the tall woman's hand. 

"You mustn't blush, Dorothy. Now, while you're young, it's charming. But 
later, when you're older, if you blush people will merely suspect you., of 
who knows what!" 

Reassured, Dorothy stopped blushing immediately. Abigail withdrew her hand. 
Dorothy sensed loss when she did so. 

"It's late, Abigail," Mary Margot reminded gently. She seemed energized by 
Abigail, as if she drew strength from her presence. 

"Yes, I know. It's been rude of me to keep Dorothy up when she must be 
tired." 

'Not at all!" Dorothy objected. She had been tired, but since coming into 
the house ... the school, she was oddly refreshed. Dorothy felt as if she 
could go on talking with her fascinating companions all night. 

Forever, if possible. That would be more like it! 

"Well, there's Julia, too," Abigail added. 'I'll have to look in on her 
before turning in. It might be better if I didn't, but ... I'm weak, despite 
the fact that some call me the amazon." 

Yes, that's it, Dorothy cried to herself. That's what Abigail Hendrix 
reminded her of: An amazon! One of those mythological women who lived their 
lives without men, self-sustaining and self-advancing! 

Dorothy vowed to get to the library and find out more about amazons as soon 
as possible. She wondered if there was much known about them. 

" Good night, Miss Hendrix. Good night, Mary Morgot,' Catherine said. ' I 
hope you don't mind if Dorothy stay up and talk for awhile. I've got so many 
questions to ask her. And I hope she has some for me? Do you, Dorothy? 
Really, I want to tell you everything! I want us to be the best of friends! 
Is there any hope that that might be possible?" 

Dorothy tooks Catherine's hand in hers. She didn't even know this girl, but 
she already loved her. "Of course there is! Much more than a chance! It's a 
certainty!" 

The two women left the room, closing the door behind them. 

Dorothy and Catherine curled uo on opposite ends of a small sofa, balancing 
their coffee cups on the cushions between them. 

"Well," Catherine asked, "what's your first question?" 

Dorothy hesitated. "Well." she suggested, "what about Miss Hendrix, Abigail 
I mean." 

Catherine was laughing quietly to herself. Her eyes sparkled with amusement. 

Dorothy couldn't help but smiling back, in sympathy. 

"What's so funny, Catherine?" 

"I should have known your first question would be about Abigail. That's how 
it is with all the newcomers. I was the same way myself. One can't help but 
falling in love with her. 

What, exactly, is it you want to know." 

"Oh," Dorothy looked at her. They both laughed with genuine pleasure. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Catherine was in a mood for telling all she knew. She liked Dorothy very 
much and she was anxious to win her confidence, to begin with. 

"For starters, Abigail is in charge here. Actually, she owns the school. And 
she makes all the decisions." 

'Oh?' Dorothy asked, surprised, "I thought Mary Margot was Number One around 
here." 

"That's the impression that's given,' Catherine agreed, 'but it's Abigail 
who's really in charge. Mary Margot is ... how do they say it?, .a 'front.' 
Abigail finds it convenient to let people think Mary Margot runs the show. 
Frees her to pursue her real interests." 

"Come to think of it," Dorothy reasoned, 'no one actually said differently. 
I merely assumed Mary Margot was in charge." 

" Because you were led to assume that," Dorothy enlarged. 'But if you think 
about it, you'll recall that nothing definite was ever said about it one way 
or the other." 

"That's true. But if Mary Margot is the Head Mistress to free Abigail, what 
is it Abigail does with her time?" 

"Well, she's a 'Jill of all Trades,' to use her own phrase. Let's see now, I 
don't want to leave anything out." 

"Please don't" Dorothy encouraged. 

"First, she's a registered nurse," Catherine began. 

"Is she now! Well, that is interesting. She certainly doesn't seem like a 
nurse!" 

What is that supposed to mean,' Catherine asked. She sipped from her cup, 
watching Dorothy over the edge of its lip. 

"I mean, well, I guess I mean nurses have something about them that says 
they're nurses. 

A certain stiffness of some kind, I can't quite explain it. It's more of an 
impression than a knowledge." 

"Woman's intuition, eh?" 

"Yes, I suppose so. 

There's another word for intuition, you know,' Catherine said, the trap 
being laid obviously revealed by the glint in her eyes. 

Dorothy didn't mind, though. If Catherine should prove her wrong, it would 
be all for the good. It would mean she was closer to a truth than she had 
been. 

"I'd like to know what that word is." 

"Intelligence!' Catherine beamed! 

"Yes, woman's intelligence! I agree completely!" Dorothy said., the 
happiness evident in her voice. She was right about the joys of being proved 
wrong. Some traps were best walked into after all! 

" Would you like to smoke?' Catherine asked suddenly." 

"Smoke? Oh, no thanks, thank you. That's one habit I'm glad I don't have." 

"I didn't mean cigarettes,' Catherine smiled. "I meant Mary Jane. Smoke. You 
know, marijuana!" 

Dorothy was shocked! Not because she had been exposed to the drug before, of 
course. She had. She knew dozens of people who smoked it on a regular basis. 
It had even been offered her before. 

But the question had been sent sailing at her, suddenly and without warning, 
right out of the blue. 

"Oh, well, I...." Dorothy stammered 'You haven't smoked before!' Catherine 
announced as if making some sort of major discovery. 

"To tell you the truth, I haven't. Is it popular here?' she asked. 

"Some of us smoke it, some of us don't. It's optional." Catherine explained. 

"And Abigail ... she doesn't object?" 

"You know how expensive this place is? You know how many schools are 
starving for paying students? And remember this: Most of us here have 
travelled, have been around a little bit. I mean, my father is one of the 
most important film directors of the 40s!" 

'Oh, yes, , I recognise the name now!" Dorothy exclaimed. "And you're is 
daughter?" 

" Yes, and my mother's' Catherine laughed. 

The brown-haired girl was so friendly! She inspired confidence. Anything she 
suggested had to be good. 

"Listen, Catherine, I believe I will smoke, if you will,' Dorothy announced. 
' I can't think of a better way to christen my first evening here." 

"It's a good enough beginning,' Catherine smiled, looking very mysterious. 

She got up from the sofa and walked into the shadows at the far end of their 
big bedroom. Dorothy couldn't help but notice the way she walked. She was 
all girl. Or rather, she was all woman. 

The sound of a heavy dresser drawer opening was heard. There was a brief 
digging about, then the door was closed again. 

Catherine came walking back into the light. She held a small bag in her 
hand. 

"I'll roll. I'm not very good at it, but it'll do," she said, taking her 
place at the opposite end of the sofa again. 

She took a package of papers out of the bag and peeled two sheets from the 
package. With the very tip of her pink tongue, she wet the outer edge of one 
of the sheets, then pasted two of them together. 

She sprinkled a generous amount of the tobacco into the papers, rolled it up 
in a fairly tight stick, licked the outer edge of the second paper and glued 
it shut. 

It was done with great charm. Catherine made it look like the most 
attractive thing one could possibly do. But, then, she made everything she 
bid seem attractive. It was one of her many gifts. 

'Here we are!" Catherine announced, holding the joint out to Dorothy. ' 
You're new. You go fast!" 

Without saying anything, Dorothy reached out, took the joint, and put it in 
her mouth, careful not to wet the tip of it with her lips or tongue. 

Catherine slid across the sofa and settled down next to her new friend. She 
rested her arm on the back of the sofa, her hand resting lightly on 
Dorothy's shoulder. 

"Here. Let me light if for you,' Catherine offered, holding a Zippo up. 

Dorothy inhaled the smoke into her lungs. It had a slightly sweetish odor, 
something like fresh straw. In any case, it was pleasant and animal. 

The two passed the joint back and forth between them. At first, nothing was 
said as each girl held the smoke in their lungs as long as possible. But as 
the joint was smoked down and the drug began to take effect, they started 
chatting again. 

It was the best smoke money can buy. One hundred and fifteen dollars an 
ounce, and worth every penny of it! 

"What else about Abigail?"' Dorothy asked, turning the conversation back to 
her favorite subject. 

Catherine giggled, then gained control of herself. ' You sure do have 
Abigail on the brain! Isn't there something else you'd rather talk about?" 

"Like what?" Dorothy asked. The drug was having more of an effect than she 
thought it would. She was seeing everything with exceptional clarity. 

For example, she was seeing Catherine Schramm as if for the first time. The 
girl was extremely beautiful. Her wonderful brown hair framed a perfectly 
oval face. Her eyes were wide and set wide-apart. She seemed to be peering 
into your soul when she looked at you. 

""Like what?'" Catherine quoted Dorothy's question back to her. "Like who do 
you love the best?" 

Catherine's hand slipped down Dorothy's shoulder. Now it was resting fully 
on her body. The warmth of it was intoxicating. 

"Why don't you just smoke some more of this and relax. I'll tell you 
everything I know about Abigail tomorrow. But for right now, I want to ask 
you questions. I mean, what's fair is fair. Haven't I answered all yours?" 

Dorothy leaned back on the sofa. In doing so, she was literally placing 
herself in Catherine's hands. 

"That's more like it,' Catherine smiled. ' You know you're beautiful, don't 
you?" 

Dorothy blushed again, despite Abigail's good advice. No one had ever said 
that to her before. Was she beautiful? She wasn't sure. Wouldn't that be up 
to some one other than herself to decide? 

"I don't know. Am I?" Dorothy asked. 

Catherine looked her straight in the eye. Was the red-haired girl putting 
her on? She studied Dorothy's face looking for a clue. No, she was all 
innocence and asking. 

"Yes. You are beautiful," Catherine finally said. "If you don't already know 
that, take my word for it. And I'm an artist, or at least I will be one day. 
I have very good taste. I know what I'm talking about. And, yes, you are 
very, very beautiful, Dorothy." 

"Thank you,' Dorothy said quietly, her eyes downcast. ' I. I think you are, 
too, Catherine." 

"Beautiful?' Catherine asked. 

"Yes,' Dorothy answered. "Beautiful. I knew that the first moment I looked 
at you. It made me very happy. It ... it still does." 

"Dorothy, can I ask you a personal question. It's more of a favor, actually. 
If you don't want to, I'll understand. No hard feelings." 

Dorothy nodded agreement. "Whatever it is, I'll try to say yes. I want to 
please you, Catherine. I ... I haven't felt that way about anybody in a long 
time, not since my parents ... not since my parents ... died!" 

The words spilled out of her like air from a punctured balloon. Dorothy 
burst into tears. 

Catherine put her arms around her and held her close, stroking her lovely 
long hair. She felt warm and good. 

"There, there, don't cry. Or if you must, cry on my shoulder. That's what 
I'm here for. To be your friend and to love you." 

Dorothy sobbed pitifully. All the tension of the past year gushed out of 
her. She had felt so lonely. She was so alone! And her uncle wasn't much 
help, but he was all the family she had left. It was only just before he 
left the school that evening that she'd felt anything positive for or about 
him. 

Catherine was rubbing her neck, her fingers and palms massaging the tension 
and fear out of her. Oh, Catherine was so good. She even smelled good, all 
fresh and flowers. 

Dorothy was sinking into her self-induced drug dream. All the tensions of 
the past year seemed to be evaporating. The death of her parents in that 
terrible car accident in the south of France. 

The long days of tearfulness washed across her memory. The trip to New York, 
usually so exciting and revealing, had been a journey through dread. Dorothy 
didn't know what to expect, but in no way had she been prepared to live her 
uncle's lifestyle. 

Dorothy was suffering terribly because of the death of her mother and 
father, and she couldn't cope with the smart parties, the clever 
conversations, the worldliness of Uncle William's friends. 

Even the drive to the school had been tiring. 

Catherine's hand felt so good on her neck! 

The steady pressure of the massage relaxed Dorothy, and for the first time 
she really felt the unhappiness of the past year. 

Oh, how she needed a friend! 

Dorothy looked up at Catherine and studied her face. 

How beautiful the brown-haired girl was. Her last name was Schramm but her 
looks didn't suggest the German so much as the Spanish. She was darker than 
blond. 

"You aren't German, are you,' Dorothy asked. 

Catherine smiled at her. 

"Well, I am part German, of course. That's on my father's side. He's a 
pureblood." 

Both girls smiled at each other. Dorothy reached out and touched Catherine 
on the cheek. 

It seemed to startle the darker girl. 

Although Catherine was the more aggressive, it was based on a confidence 
born of desperation. 

It explained the slight suggestion of anger about her. 

Catherine wanted to be loved, but she was very much afraid of it. She was 
like a whipped dog who wags its tail to be petted and played with, and then 
growls, perhaps even bites, when some one offers to make it happy by paying 
some attention. 

"And the other parts?' Dorothy asked. 

"My other parts ... are distinctly on my mother's side. Spanish. Herrera. A 
proud old family with many, many branches and thick, long reaching roots." 

Dorothy could feel all the tension draining out of her. The sudden release 
of it was like a shock. She could feel herself slipping away. 

She was going under as surely as if she had taken sleeping pills. It was odd 
in the sense that her mind wasn't going to sleep. Just her body. 

She felt as if a part of herself was slowly detaching itself from her 
physical being. In her imagination, she formed a picture of a ghost-like 
second of herself, call it her soul. And she saw it floating upward out of 
her body, attached only by a slender silver thread. 

"Why don't you lie down?" Catherine was saying. 

Dorothy was perhaps just a bit frightened. She was slipping into darkness. 
It was warm and comforting, but she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to go. 
The unknown is, after all, frightening. 

She decided to face whatever had to be faced. 

"I'd like that, but I'm almost too tired to move,' Dorothy explained. It 
occurred to her that what she was saying probably sounded awfully stupid or 
terribly spoiled. 

She hoped she wouldn't find herself in the position of having to explain 
herself. 

Wonderfully, Catherine understood, correctly and immediately. Without saying 
another word, either of permission or explanation, the dark-haired girl 
stood up, grasped Dorothy under the arms, and in a few, graceful movement 
had Dorothy on her back, stretched out on the cusions of the large, black, 
leather sofa. 

Catherine then picked Dorothy's head up and slid her body beneath her. ' 
I'll be your pillow. You just rest and fear nothing. I'll stand guard over 
you and see to your solitude." 

Dorothy let herself go completely limp. 

Her body felt incredibly heavy. 

She tried to move, but couldn't. And, strange as it was, she wasn't 
frightened anymore. She understood clearly that if she was feeling the way' 
she was, the best thing to do was to accept the feeling and go with it, 
rather than resist. 

Catherin squirmed around in the deep cushions, making herself more 
comfortable. At last, she too, was positioned just the way she wanted to be. 

The two girls fit into each other like a hand in a tailor-made glove. 

After ten minutes or so floated away, Dorothy finally asked, "Were you born 
in Spain or Germany." 

'Argentina,' Catherine answered. 'My father was the Minister of Agriculture 
when Peron was President the first time. That was back in the Fifties." 

"And your sign?' Dorothy asked. 

"What do you mean?" Catherine looked down at her. 

"I mean what astrological sign are you?' Oh! Well, I'm a Scorpio. Did you 
know each sign dominates a different part of the body. What sign are you, 
Dorothy?" 

"I'm a Libra." 

Dorothy enjoyed the warmth of the other girl's lap. She did make a wonderful 
pillow, the best in the world. 

"That mean's you probably have trouble with your feet," Catherine said 
matter-of-factly. 

"I do!" Dorothy almost shouted, amazed that Catherine should have guessed 
that. Her feet were extremely sensitive. 

Catherine was smiling a generous smile. She stroked Dorothy's lovely red 
hair like a loving sister. How well the two of them got along together. Why, 
it was as if they had known each other all their lives. 

It was a miracle of sorts. 

"It's characteristic of Libra,' Catherine explained. "Do your feet hurt you 
now." 

" They always ache. I guess I'm just used to it now. Even the shoes 
especially made for me hurt. That's really amazing. I never gave astrology 
any serious thought before, but that's really interesting. What sign did you 
say you were?" 

"Scorpio," was all Catherine said. She knew Dorothy wanted to ask what part 
of her body was associated with Scorpio, but instinct told her to take it 
easy and wait for Dorothy herself to ask. 

It didn't take long. 

"What part of the body does Scorpio ... 'rule.? It that the word: 'Rule'?" 

"Scorpio rules the groin,' Catherine was pleased to explain. The itching in 
her V was beginning to be very insistent. "Scorpio rules the sexual 
impulse." 

There was a long pause. 

"I didn't know that either," Dorothy finally confessed. 

"Do you want me to rub your feet, Dorothy?" Catherine asked. She held her 
breath in anticipation of the redheaded girl's answer. If only she'd say 
yes. 

Dorothy took a long time answering. The drug had a certain effect of making 
everything said extremely visual. The mere mention of a word created a 
strong picture of the word in her head. 

The word 'Scorpio' was a distinct danger word. The image of a scorpion 
hissing with rage flashed through Dorothy's mind. Then the image of a groin 
replaced that dangerous image with an even more involving one. 

She closed her eyes , briefly. 

"Would you rub my feet, Catherine? That would be so nice. My mother used to 
do that for me. How I used to look forward to it! It was one of my greatest 
pleasures." 

"Of course I'll rub your feet for you,' Catherine agreed immediately, "i 
can't think of anything I'd like to do better. Just let me get up." 

Catherine slid out from beneath Dorothy's head. She walked across the room, 
pulled two pillows from her bed, and brought them back to the sofa. 

She slipped them under Dorothy's head. 

"Now you just relax. Don't think about anything. Say whatever comes to mind. 
And if nothing comes to mind or you don't feel like talking, don't. The idea 
is to relax completely. Let your imagination roam. I'll take care of your 
body for you. You're safe here and have nothing to fear." 

Dorothy let herself go as limp as possible. 

She could feel the weight of her body pressing into the thick, soft leather 
cushions of the couch. She felt like she was about to float away. 

Catherine stood at the foot of the sofa looking down at her lovely new-found 
friend. 

Dorothy was beautiful. Before she had come into the room and into her life, 
the red-haired girl had soaked in a warm bath full of expensive skin oils 
for almost an hour. 

Her pale, white skin glowed with an even, soft sheen. 

She was wearing a soft white, floor-length gown made of cotton. It was 
beautifully styled and suggested ancient Greece in its luxury of simplicity. 

Her red hair ballooned around her face and draped itself over the pillows 
under her head. Dorothy was white in white with a red halo of beautiful, 
thick, long hair. 

Catherine reached down from her position at the foot of the sofa and took 
Dorothy's ankles in her hands. She straightened Dorothy's legs and rested 
her feet on the arm of the sofa. 

The red-haired girl was wearing a pair of fuzzy white slippers. 

Catherine slipped one of the slippers from her foot. 

The whiteness of the girl's skin almost dazzled Catherine. She quickly took 
the other slipper off the almost sleeping girl. 

Now both her feet were bared to the dark-haired girl's gaze. 

How beautiful they were! Small feet, maybe a size five, a six at most. 
Beautifully formed and perfectly proportioned. The arch was high and firm. 
Catherine knelt on the thick carpeting. She reached out and took a foot in 
each hand, just below the heel. 

She studied Dorothy's feet lovingly. They were as well cared for as they 
were beautiful. And they were very beautiful. No blemish marked them. No 
hint of a dirty world marred them. There were no callouses or corns. There 
were no signs of misshapeness caused by a lifetime of too tight footwear. 

Catherine gripped Dorothy's feet firmly and started rubbing the insteps with 
her thumbs. 

Dorothy groaned with pleasure. 

The thumbs seemed to be drawing the last bits of tension out of the girl's 
body. The were touching Dorothy's feet in just the right way. Waves of 
pleasure rushed from her feet, up her spine, and straight to the pleasure 
centers of her brain. 

"Oh, that's wonderful!" Dorothy managed to say, not bothering to open her 
eyes, turn her head, move her feet. 

She just lay where she was, passive and enjoying. 

"I'm not rubbing too hard,' Catherine asked, glancing up from her work. From 
her kneeling point of view, the dark-haired girl couldn't see Dorothy's 
face, which was facing the back of the sofa rather than room. 

Dorothy's arms were stretched out at her side. 

"Let me try this,' Catherine said, more to herself than her subject. 

She leaned forward, turned her wrists inward and toward the sofa. This 
allowed her to rub the bottom of Dorothy's feet with all her fingers! 

Again Dorothy moaned with pleasure! 

It was as good as before, but better! 

"You have to let me do that to you sometime," Dorothy said. I'm very good at 
it. I know a lot about it. Promise you'll let me, Catherine." 

"I promise you, Dorothy. It's my pleasure to do so. But right now you just 
think about what you're feeling. Relax, that's all I want from you this 
minute. That would be doing me a real favor." 

Dorothy took her friend at her word and didn't even bother to answer. She 
did manage a sigh. 

Catherine expanded the massage. 

She worked on the heel, rubbing it, first hard, then gently. She cupped each 
heel in both hands, one after the other, rocking the backs of the 
beautifully shaped feet in the palms of her hands. 

She stroked the side of Dorothy's feet with the palms of her hands, her 
fingers, her fingernails. She stroked the sides of her friend's feet with 
long, firm strokes, squeezing the flesh with sudden firmness, then relaxing 
again into the slightest touches. 

Catherine loved working on Dorothy's feet! 

They were so perfect! So delicate! So womanly! 

Catherine began working on the toes. She pulled and stretched each one. She 
wiggled each toe back and forth, one at a time, working her way across both 
feet methodically, first the left foot, then the right foot. 

Then she started probing the spaces between each toe. She pushed a finger 
between each pair of them, separating the toes and rubbing firmly down into 
the Vs. 

Dorothy was busy sinking back and forth, in and out of daydream and present 
reality. The foot massage would send her off to the far limits of her 
imagination. Then, because of an excess of pleasure pouring into her from 
the soles of her feet, she'd be brought back to the room and Catherine and 
the moment at hand. 

"I wonder why that feels so good?" Dorothy asked, not particularly caring 
what the answer was if only the massage continued the way it was. 

She was hoping it would never end! 

Catherine knew all about it. "Well, they say the feet are sensitive because 
they're the nerve center for all the body. Different parts of the feet make 
direct contact with different parts of the body. I won't go into all of it 
right now, but if-for example-I touch you here, right behind the back of the 
heels, that will stimulate your shoulders. You feel this in your shoulders?" 

Dorothy had never heard that theory before, but was curious to test for 
herself if there was any truth in it. 

If what Catherine was saying should be true, she should be feeling something 
in the areas of her shoulders as Catherine rubbed certain parts of her 
heels. 

Was she feeling it? 

Catherine massaged the same areas over and over again. She was concentrating 
on just those two spots of both feet. 

Dorothy relaxed even more and tried to sense the connection between her feet 
and her shoulders. 

Then she felt it! 

There was a definite sensation of pleasure in her shoulders! Fantastic! A 
real discovery! 

'I can feel it, Catherine!" Dorothy said aloud, her voice full of 
excitement. 

"Okay, but stay relaxed, or you'll ruin it. The whole secret is relaxation 
and contemplation. You have to be aware of what's happening and let it 
happen without in any way blocking the flow. Let me try something else." 

Catherine gripped Dorothy by the big toes and began pulling them gently, as 
if she were milking a cow. Her grip completely encircled each toe and the 
pulling was steady and even. 

" Now you tell me what's being manipulated,' Catherine suggested. Then I can 
check my theory out by comparing it to your reports. 

Dorothy began concentrating again. She started with the actual feelings in 
her big toes and tried to trace the feelings through the ankles and up her 
legs. 

Where would this part of the foot massage touch her? 

It was more than just an interesting question. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Abigail Hendrix stood in her room. 

It was the largest of the large rooms in the old mansion. It looked out over 
the surrounding woods, the best view in the entire county. 

The full moon illuminated the woods like a huge spotlight. One could see for 
miles into the crystal wonderland of icy pines. 

Inside the room everything was black. The walls were painted a rich, 
chocolate brown. 

The floors were covered with a luxurious carpet of the choicest shag. The 
overstuffed furniture was upholstered in leather, shades of brown, dark grey 
and black. 

A bank of mirrors -lined an entire wall, from corner to corner, floor to 
ceiling. They doubled the size of the already impressively large room. 

A huge canopy dominated one corner. It was modern in design, with trim 
columns of oiled walnut reaching up to the high ceiling. The columns were 
trimmed in heavy, highly-polished brass. 

The bed was a strong as it was comfortable. In fact, it was deceptively 
strong! Delicate as it looked, it could withstand tremendous pressure. It 
could support literal tons, if need be. Abigail was standing in the middle 
of the room, lost in thought. She was sipping the remains of her third 
martini. The drink was perfectly mixed, chilled just the way she preferred 
it! 

Mary Margot knew how to follow orders. 

Abigail turned and studied her full figure in the wall of mirrors. She 
drained the martini glass dry. set it down, and walked toward her own image. 

Then, standing in front of her reflection, she reached over and opened a 
door in the wall of mirrors. The door she chose, like all the others in the 
row, was almost eleven feet tall. 

Then Abigail opened a door to the left of her. Now she was surrounded by 
mirrors on three sides. Her image Was reflected into itself and back again a 
thousand times. Now Abigail was more than herself, and she took pleasure in 
what she saw. 

A slight click announced the opening of the door that lead into Abigail's 
bedroom. 

Mary Margot Loeb stood in the doorway, framed by a pale light that filled 
the hallway outside. 

"May I come in?" Mary Margot asked, still holding the doorknob in her hand, 
ready to go without complaint if the answer should happen to be no. 

"Yes, do come in, Mary Margot," Abigail answered. "I was just thinking about 
you." 

Mary Margot stepped into the room, careful to close the door quietly behind 
her. There was no click of the lock. 

She started to walk into the room and toward Abigail. 

Abigail stared at her. Mary Margot froze. 

At last Abigail said, "Don't you think you should lock the door, Mary 
Margot?' Her voice dripped with annoyance. 

"Oh!" Mary Margot cried, and she hurried back to the door. She turned the 
lock. The heavy bolt slid into place. Then she reached into the neck of her 
gown and pulled out a heavy key that was hanging from a gold chain around 
her neck. 

Without taking the chain off, Mary Margot leaned forward and turned the key 
in a second lock. Yet another bolt slid into place. 

The door was finished in a veneer of oiled walnut but it was made of steel. 

Mary Margot walked across the big room slowly. She hung her head as if 
deeply ashamed of something. 

At last she was standing in front of the taller, stronger woman. She stood 
before Abigail full of sorry and apology. She said nothing, waiting. 

"How many times have you forgotten to lock the door when you come in?" 
Abigail asked her in a very low voice. 

"I'm sorry. I'm always ... I just...." Mary Margot tried to explain. 

"You disappoint me terribly!' Abigail said, not shouting, but quietly. 

It was like a slap across the face with a belt! 

Mary Margot shook with unhappiness. And anticipation. 

"You realize as well as I do that your failure to obey orders perfectly is a 
subconscious attempt to overthrow my authority,'" Abigail said. "You know it 
isn't so much the action itself that's significant. It's what it means that 
counts." 

Mary Margot longed to explain herself. Then she cursed herself for even 
that. Wanting to explain was not her place. She was simply to "do or die." 

"Come here!" Abigail commanded! 

Mary Margot moved even closer to the tall blond woman. Now she, too, was 
standing in the range of the three reflecting mirrors. 

The two of them were reflecting endlessly into each other. 

Mary Margot was lovely to see! The tall blond woman stood looking down at 
her. Her beautiful hair fell in a sheet across her shoulders. She was tall 
and slender and firm. 

Her beauty was that of the true aristocrat. 

"You may kiss my body," Abigail said, feeling the juices within her 
beginning to stir. 

Without daring to look up, Mary Margot open Abigail's robe, leaned forward 
and started licking her breasts. 

She licked and kissed them until both beautiful globes of flesh were 
glistening beneath her tongue and lips. She licked them from the tips of the 
nipples up to Abigail's beautiful chest. She worked her tongue all around 
them, around and around, back and forth, up and down. 

Abigail closed her eyes and concentrated on her pleasure. Mary Margot's hot, 
wet tongue was the best she had ever encountered. That's why she agreed to 
take her on and share her life with her. 

She was the most exciting woman she knew and she was completely at her 
command. 

"You may touch me while you kiss me," Abigail said. Of course, it was an 
order. 

Mary Margot reached forward and grasped Abigail in her palms. Each of her 
tits was large, but very firm to the touch. The were wonderfully full and 
heavy in her palms. 

The nipples were big, like half-dollars. They were delightfully brown and 
contrasted beautifully with the sheer white of the amazon's skin. 

Mary Margot sucked one of the nipples into the hot cavern of her mouth. 

It responded immediately. It grew harder and seemed to come to life beneath 
Mary Margot's ministrations. 

But the big blonde wanted more! "The other one! Give the other one the same 
attention!" Abigail commanded. 

Mary Margot started sucking the other nipple immediately. It too responded 
with the first contact. 

The big blond woman rocked gently back and forth on her heels as the 
aristocratic Mary Margot licked and sucked and kissed. Wave after wave of 
pleasure shot through Abigail. 

Her whole body was beginning to respond to the sensations she was 
experiencing. Her hardening nipples made her more aware all over. 

She was being beautifully sensitised. 

She was being turned on! 

Abigail reached down, took Mary Margot's head in the palms of her hands, 
lifted her face to hers, and buried her tongue in the other woman's mouth! 

Mary Margot sucked Abigail's tongue into her mouth. She sought it out with 
her own and worked around it, shaping her tongue to the changing shape of 
Abigail's. 

Abigail worked her tongue in and out, in and out of Mary Margot's mouth. She 
teased and tormented her with it, always threatening to pull it out and 
away. 

Then she started licking Mary Margot's lips. She ran her tongue over her 
lips, from one corner of her mouth to the other and back again. Mary 
Margot's lips were shining with the blond woman's spittle: 

Abigail stepped forward and took Mary Margot in her arms. 

The aristocratic woman put her arms around the cool, blond amazon. They held 
each other firmly, feeling the curves of their bodies as they formed into a 
single, warm entity. 

Abigail leaned down and started sucking Mary Margot's left earlobe. She 
sucked the tender bit of flesh in through her lips and bit it delicately 
with her teeth. 

Then she started taking more of the ear into her mouth. She bit down on the 
ear and breathed heavily into the cavern of it. 

Mary Margot shivered with delight! 

She started licking and kissing Abigail's throat. She ran her tongue against 
the creamy flesh at the base of the blond woman's neck. She kissed and 
licked whatever her hungry mouth could reach. 

Abigail now had Mary Margot's entire ear in her mouth. She was running her 
tongue in the folds of it, probing as deeply into her ear as she could. She 
sucked on it with passion. 

Mary Margot was leaning hard into the amazon. The sound of the searching, 
hot wet tongue was deafening. It filled her world. It seemed to exist while 
nothing else did. 

The sensations of the hot breathing and the licking tongue were driving Mary 
Margot crazy! She loved to have her ears sucked! Her nipples were getting 
hard as a result of it. Her cunt was beginning to get juicy. Her knees were 
beginning to tremble. 

They always did when Abigail worked on her! 

Mary Margot adored her! 

"Who do you belong to?" Abigail asked, suddenly pulling her mouth away. 

"You! Only you!" Mary Margot answered immediately, not having to think about 
it. 

"Then why do you fail me in so many little ways! Like not locking the door 
when you come into my room. You know what the rules are. I've explained them 
to you. I've explained their meaning and significance. Tell me!" 

Mary Margot was nearly in tears. Oh, she hated disappointing Abigail. Why, 
indeed, did she so often fail the fantastic blond amazon. She tired! She 
tried so hard! 

And yet she failed! 

What could explain it? Mary Margot was absolutely devoted. She did 
everything she was told to do, and she was happy to do it. There was no 
question at all of her not wanting to obey perfectly. 

Indeed, that's all she wanted out of life. To be at Abigail's command. 

Mary Margot didn't know what to say in way of an explanation. It was a 
mystery beyond her understanding. She stood helpless and miserable before 
it. 

"I deserve to be punished,' she whispered softly. 

Abigail smiled. 

Thousands of smiles reflected themselves back at her. 

"Take your robe off," Abigail said. She took the other woman's arms from 
about her and held her at arms length. 

Without looking up at Abigail, Mary Margot untied the belt that kept her 
robe closed. 

The belt fell to the floor as the robe fell open. 

Mary Margot's body was as beautiful and aristocratic as her face! She was 
tall and well-proportioned. She was mature, but correctly so. Her figure was 
in no way underdeveloped. 

"Take it off," Abigail said, glancing over the other woman's shoulder. She 
studied their images in the mirrors. She enjoyed watching their love-making 
from as many angles as possible. And this was her best point of view. 

Mary Margot slipped her robe from her shoulders. It was allowed to fall to 
the ground around her feet. 

She stood naked and passive before her lover. 

"Very nice, Mary Margot. Very nice!" 

Abigail ran her hands up and down Mary Margot's sides. She stroked her like 
she would a horse, felling the firm flesh beneath her palms. She like the 
way Mary Margot shivered at her touch. 

" Suck my nipples!" 

Mary Margot leaned forward and started sucking Abigail's nipples again. They 
were even harder now than they were before. Her submission excited the blond 
woman. 

And as Mary Margot sucked Abigail's nipples, Abigail leaned over and reached 
down, running her hands over Mary Margot's ballooning asscheeks. 

They were full and firm and warm. 

Mary Margot gashed as Abigail explored her flesh with her hands, and she 
sucked her nipples with even greater passion. She drew them into her mouth 
and nibbled at them gently, but over and over and over again. She knew how 
to please her lover! 

Abigail was turning into flame! 

She reached down even further and, without warning, shoved the fingers of 
her right hand into Mary Margot's cunt! 

It was wet with passion and her fingers had to struggle to find the 
throbbing clit and pinch it into captivity. It struggled for its freedom, 
but Abigail had it firmly in her grasp. 

"Get on your knees! Show me how much you love my pussy! Get on your knees 
and bury your face between my legs! Wish that tongue of yours around and 
prove you love to me! Make my juices flow! Turn your lover on!" 

Mary Margot fell on her knees before the tall blond woman. 

Abigail's cunt hair was as blond and soft as the. hair on her head. It 
glistened with the juices that had already dripped out and had been spread 
around when they were locked together in each other's arms. 

Mary Margot leaned forward and, without preliminaries, shoved her hard, 
pointed tongue as deep into Abigail's cunt as she could. 

It was wonderful! Abigail was wonderful to eat out! She never used any of 
those ridiculous vaginal deodorents and the smell of her was animal and 
womanly. 

It drove Mary Margot mad with excitement! 

She worked her tongue up and down Abigail's cunt lips. She licked them from 
the top to bottom, from side to side, around and around. She shoved her 
tongue in and out of her cunt. 

Sometimes she'd shove her tongue in and leave it there for long, delicious 
minutes, wiggling it all the while! 

Abigail spread her feet to get a better stance. 

Her long, beautifully-shaped legs were magnificent. She was like a goddess! 
Sure and beautiful and cruel! 

She reached down and shoved Mary Margot's face deep inside her. 

"Work that clit of mine! Make me come!" 

Mary Margot sought out and captured the blond woman's sensitive clit. It was 
hard and glistening with juices, her own and the other's. She licked and 
sucked it, trying to make as much contact with her love object as was 
possible. She knew the pleasure she was giving the other and her only desire 
was to give even more, even greater pleasure. 

Mary Margot Loeb was an inspired lover! 

She slurped and sucked away as if she were a great musician and Abigail was 
her precious instrument. She wanted to play Abigail and make her sing and 
delight her with the beauty of her existence! 

Abigail stood on her tiptoes and crouched down slightly. 

Now Mary Margot was better able to reach and pursue the object of her love. 
She buried her head in the blond woman's bush. She could feel the heat of 
Abigail's thighs against her ears and the sides of her face. 

The blond woman's thighs caught her head like a pair of fleshy pliars and 
held it firmly in place. Now she couldn't rock her head back and forth and 
had to work her tongue with even greater ferocity if she were to continue 
sending waves of pleasure rearing through her lover! 

"Use that tongue of yours! Make me feel good! Think of what you're doing! 
Get it! Get on it! Make that clit of mine happy to be a clit!" Abigail was 
shouting. 

She loved having her pussy worked on by an expert like Mary Margot! How many 
times had she been turned on by some good-looking woman only to find her 
boring sexually! 

All smoke and no fire! 

Once she had had a lover in Sweden. One the the ugliest woman in the 
country. Maybe in Europe! But she sure did know how to satisfy! She was the 
one who made Abigail the sex expert she was today. 

After Atalanta every other woman was a disappointment. Why, for three years 
Abigail didn't even bother to have sex. What was the point to it. 

No body satisfied her. No one knew how. 

That's when Abigail got down to business and made herself a lot of money 
fast. She was brilliant that way, but until Atalanta died she hadn't the 
energy for all the sex she wanted and the pursuit of money, too. 

But once she was free of the sexual drive, Abigail put all her energy and 
brains into the money-making effort. And she had plenty of energy and brains 
to put into it. 

Of course, her import-export business was a big success. 

And she might have gone on with it, the hot chasing-after of money and 
things. 

That's why she had moved to America. The Swedish laws limited her income 
capacities. But here in America, as high as the taxes were, they weren't as 
high as they were in her native land. 

Her bank accounts grew with even greater speed once she was made a 
naturalized citizen. She was saving more money than she really knew what to 
do with. 

And it was proving less and less interesting. 

The joy was gone. The fun was lost. Her career was boring once the goal of 
money had been reached. 

That's when Abigail started going out and looking for sex again. 

When she first started making the bar scene in New York, Abigail was the 
sensation of the season. Everybody wanted to make it with her, and Abigail 
made it with every woman she found attractive. 

Some of them were pretty good, too. Some of them really know what they were 
doing. A few of them even managed to get her screaming and squirming with 
pleasure. 

But it was still somehow disappointing. 

And between that disappointment and the disappointment of a career that was 
fast getting to be more of a bore than an adventure, life was pretty grim. 

Then Mary Margot Loeb entered the picture! 

Mary Margot, the daughter of an old Iowa family. Rich, cultured and 
beautifully educated. Ph.D. from the Pontifical Institute for Medieval 
Studies, University of Toronto. Speciality Sixteenth Centruy Italian 
Literature. 

And a lover of women. 

It was love at first sight! 

Three times in bed together and the two women were bound together for life. 
Each was thrilled with the other. Each satisfied the other completely. 

They were perfect compliments. 

Where the one was mental, the other was physical. Where the one was 
practical, the other was dreamy. Where the one was innovative, the other 
followed. 

Now they were a team, a pair, and neither of them could even imagine a life 
worth leading without the other. 

Mary Margot jaws ached terribly! Her tongue was stuck out as far as it would 
go and she was working it furiously. The delicious flesh she was probing was 
the thing she most loved in life! 

Let it hurt! It was good to hurt if it meant giving her lover more and more 
pleasure. She didn't care! The important thing was that Abigail be happy and 
pleased and satisfied. 

If that were true, Mary Margot was happy and pleased and satisfied, too. 
What more was there? 

Abigail relaxed her grip. She relaxed her legs and Mary Margot was able to 
lean in even more into her cunt! Oh, how delicious and wonderful it was! 

She lapped up the flowing juices like an adult lioness dying of thirst! The 
odor of it thrilled her. The taste of it was like the finest wines! Better 
than the finest wines! 

She wanted as much of her lover's juices as she could hold. She wanted every 
drop. She was willing to work for it and cause it to pour forth. That's what 
she wanted. 

It refreshed and invigeratored her. If she could have as much of Abigail's 
pussy juices as she wanted, her mind stayed clear and sharp and everything 
else in life fell into place: her health, her studies, her writings, 
everything! 

"That's it!" moaned Abigail. "Eat my pussy like a good woman! Suck those 
juices into your hot beautiful mouth. Keep it up. Suck my cunt. Mary Margot 
could feel the juices all across and over her face. Her nose, cheeks, chin 
and throat were streaked with proof of Abigail's love for her. Even her 
shoulders bore witness to the flow of their love! 

Abigail reached down, took her lover's head in both her hands, and pulled it 
away from her drooling cunt! 

Mary Margot looked up at her. Her eyes were glazed with passion. She looked 
like she was heavily drugged. And she was: On Abigail's pussy fluids! 

She was literally intoxicated by them. 

"Show me your tongue. I want to see the tongue that's giving me so much 
pleasure." 

Mary Margot opened her lips slightly and pushed the tip of her tongue 
through them. She ran her tongue around her lips, trailing it from one 
corner of her mouth to the other. 

Her lips glistened with the paint of the various fluids. 

Abigail reached down and, without saying a word, pulled Mary Margot's mouth 
open wider. 

Open like a wide hot cavern. 

Mary Margot understood what was wanted and she stuck her tongue out even 
further. It was sheer lust. It was pure desire. It was hard and firm and 
warm and wet and hot. 

Mary Margot pushed her tongue out as far as it would go. It extended out of 
her mouth for an amazing distance. It was bigger and more inviting then most 
cocks. Much more inviting! 

"Fuck me with your tongue! And do a good job! You've already been bad and 
have to pay for that! Don't make any more mistakes or you'll have to pay for 
that, too! Now get back there where you belong and work it out!" 

Mary Margot plunged back into her golden pool! Her tongue was a probe that 
met no resistance. Instead, Abigail's wonderful cunt clung to it, clutched 
it, took it unto itself. 

The tongue vibrated wildly inside her. 

Abigail rocked back and forth, back and forth on her heels. It was 
maddening! She had to keep control or she'd tear herself from the wonderful 
sensations, yet she had to pump her body back and forth for maximum 
pleasure! 

It was just the kind of problem she loved working on! 

Mary Margot had to struggle from getting knocked over. Her back was sore 
from kneeling and from bending over to get her tongue as far and as deep 
into Abigail as she could. 

Her jaws felt as if they had been wired open. They hurt every moment. But 
her determination to please Abigail was so great, so final, so pure, that 
the pain never once caused her to consider withholding even so much as the 
slightest effort. She existed only for Abigail's pleasure. 

In a desperate attempt to stay upright on her knees, Mary Margot reached up 
in front of her and grabbed Abigail's beautiful asscheeks in both hands. 

They were warm and wonderful to the touch. 

And now, with a better grip on things, Mary Margot pulled Abigail into 
herself. 

Abigail was close to peaking. 

She had already had many orgasms, but the wave of pleasure was cresting now, 
and she hunkered down and pressed herself into Mary Margot's fabulous mouth, 
hungry and anxious to find relief and release. 

"Eat it out, you beautiful cuntlicker! Eat my wet pussy. Make me come! Make 
my juices flow like the Amazon! Make we overflow my banks!" 

Mary Margot was lost in a whirlwind of satisfaction. Her own juices streamed 
down her legs. 

She hadn't been touched. She hadn't touched herself. And still her precious 
juices poured out of her cunt and streaked her inner thighs with their 
warmth. 

All that was necessary for her was that Abigail be really turned on! 

"Yeah! Yeah!" Abigail was screaming! 

She broke into her native tongue and her cries were ancient and strange to 
the ear. Visions of powerful women, free and proud, raced across her mind. 

She felt as if she was standing on the very top of a towering mountain. The 
storms whipped her hair and beneath her, beneath the clouds, great waves 
broke at the base of a sheer cliff of white stone! 

"Oh! Oh! I can't stand it anymore! I'm coming! I'm coming! Yes, and you ... 
you'll pay for that!" 

Mary Margot was flooded by her lover's juices! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Abigail pushed Mary Margot away from her brutally! 

It was always like that after she peaked. Suddenly, she didn't like to be 
touched, didn't want to be touched. 

At first, the sudden and brutal rejections used to hurt Mary Margot with a 
terrible, burning pain. 

But now she had come to accept that, too. 

She felt she had no room to complain. Indeed, she now welcomed it as a part 
of Abigail's pleasure. 

And if it was pleasureable for Abigail to push her away, then it was right! 
Everything existed for Abigail. If it didn't meet her standards or if it 
didn't interest her, it meant it didn't interest Mary Margot either. 

The aristocratic dark -haired woman propped herself up with her right arm. 
She didn't dare look up. How badly she wanted to see her lover with her eyes 
filled with satisfaction. Or anger. Or what ever! 

"Here! Wipe yourself off!" Abigail sneered, throwing a towel on the 
carpeting. 

She stood towering above her lover as Mary Margot towelled herself dry. The 
beautiful woman made no attempt to stand until she was told to. 

That was correct and it pleased Abigail. A feeling of love washed over her. 
How good it was to have Mary Margot with her in this lifetime! Without her, 
everything was dull and without meaning. With her, everything fell into 
place and made sense. 

And Abigail's domination of Mary Margot was in no way a contradiction of the 
love they felt for each other. Indeed, it was the cornerstone to their love. 

The domination set things right between them. It fulfilled them and caused 
them both to better understand the nature of all things. It was the focus, 
the lens through which they could consider all things and assign meaning and 
worth to them. 

Mary Margot was through towelling herself. She sat patiently where she was, 
eyes downcast, waiting to be told what and when and where and how to start 
the next event. 

If there was to be a next event that evening. 

One never knew what to expect. There was no way to know. It all depended on 
Abigail, what Abigail wanted, what Abigail felt, what Abigail wanted to 
initiate or what Abigail did not want to initiate. 

The two women understood each other perfectly. 

Each was capable of a great deal. Each was an exceptional person. Each was 
desireable and possessed of beauty, intelligence and talents. But together 
the two of them became even more than they were separately. They were a 
third person! 

They literally became something other and more than themselves! 

Abigail peered into the mirrors. She and Mary Margot were repeated into 
infinity. There was no end to their mysteries! How wonderful they were 
together! Their union was pure and complete unto itself. They knew no dross! 

Abigail reached toward the mirror nearest her and pressed a hidden button. 
The entire panel of mirror, as tall and as wide as it was, flipped 
completely around in a one hundred and eighty degree turn! 

A large chrome and leather chair of ultra-modern design swung into view! 

Running up and down both sides of the arms of the sleek and comfortable 
chair were rows of buttons, each controlling a section of the fabulous 
secret locked electronically behind the wall of expensive mirrors. 

And secret it was! 

The chair stayed in its place until the door of Abigail's bedroom was 
securely locked. There was no way it would accidentally revolve into view. 

Abigail sank into the commander's seat. 

She stretched her long, beautiful legs out in front of her and spread them 
wide. Her cunt was still drooling slightly. Her blond pubic hair was matted 
and sticky. 

"Look at the mess you've made of me!" Abigail scolded Mary Margot. "Clean me 
up properly!" 

Without saying a word and thrilled to the core to serve her mistress, the 
Head Mistress climbed gracefully to her feet and walked quickly into the 
dark of the room. 

Abigail sat back and lit up a Virginia Slim. 

She inhaled the smoke slowly into her lungs, enjoying the taste of the 
filtered tobacco. 

Abigail listened as she heard Mary Margot turn the water taps on. She 
listened as a large and beautiful ceramic bowl was filled with water. 

She heard the pause in the music of sounds. 

Then she heard the slightly rasping sound of a glass stopper being taken off 
a heavy crystal bottle. She heard the perfume as it was poured into the bowl 
of water. 

She knew it would be warm, exactly the way she wanted it, exactly the way 
she liked it. She leaned back in her big, costly chair and stretched like 
the amazon she was. Yes, life was good again and she once again enjoyed 
every second of it. Each and every event was sacred and beautiful! 

Mary Margot came walking out of the shadows with the big ceramic bowl held 
in both hands in front of her. The steam from the heated water rose from the 
wide-lipped bowl. 

When at last she stood balanced in front of Abigail, the cloud of steam from 
the bowl formed a slight halo around Mary Margot's face. She was incredibly 
beautiful! 

"Put it down in front of me!" Abigail commanded. 

She watched Mary Margot as she gracefully knelt and placed the large bowl on 
the carpeting in front of her outstretched legs. 

The steam from the bowl slightly clouded the three mirrors that reflected 
their ever movement endlessly. 

Mary Margot took the thick, soft towel she had carried with her and was 
about to dip an end of it into the hot, perfumed water. 

"Don't do that!" Abigail scolded. 

Mary Margot didn't catch herself in time and looked up at Abigail with 
questions in her eyes. 

Abigail slapped her hard! 

Mary Margot did not cry, nor did she cry out. She understood that she had 
made a mistake and was happy and willing to pay the price earned by her 
stupidity. 

"Will you never learn!" Abigail shouted. How good it was to let her lover 
know she was deeply concerned about her. How wonderful to reassure her lover 
and attend to her humiliation all the time! 

It was the true work of artists! 

"Ask your question!" Abigail said, quietly. She leaned back into her chair 
and waited to be properly serviced. It was the source of her greatest 
pleasure. 

How may I serve you?" Mary Margot asked, not looking up at her lover and 
therefore winning even more of her love. 

"I want you to wash me, Mary Margot." 

Waves of pleasure broke across Mary Margot's being! Any time Abigail spoke 
her name was a special time. It meant real love and trust from one 
individual to another. 

What's in a name? Everything! 

"Wash you,'" Mary Margot whispered to herself, overflowing with joy. 

"Yes, wash me," Abigail continued. "I want you to wash me with your hair! 
Wash my cunt juices and the juices of your mouth from my body with your 
hair." 

Mary Margot was overwhelmed with the daring of Abigail's command! She could 
feel the room spinning around her at rocket speeds! 

This was a sign of ultimate surrender. It was the highest sort of yeilding 
to another person. 

To wash another with your own hair would have to be the greatest torture. 

Or the greatest pleasure! 

For Mary Margot it was the greatest pleasure! 

She was almost weeping with joy. It was only with the greatest struggle and 
effort of the will that she was able to ruin everything by breaking into 
uncontrollable tears! 

Thank God she was able to maintain control of herself! 

At last she felt confident enough to kneel in front of the steaming ceramic 
bowl. 

Her lover sat stretched out before her! She couldn't see Abigail's wonderful 
blue-black eyes, her loveable oval face, her fine, full features. But she 
could see her long, white, firm legs. She could take in the beauty of her 
adorable blond cunt. She could feast upon the sight of her divine breasts! 

"Clean me!" Abigail said. 

Mary Margot leaned even further forward. Her face was directly over the big 
bowl of steaming perfumed water. The overwhelming scent of roses and mystery 
intoxicated her. 

She felt as if she were drowning in her senses! 

Abigail leaned forward in her chair. 

She studied Mary Margot's delicate profile. Her long, lithe body was 
straining forward, her back and shoulders straight and graceful. Her 
slendor, but strong throat supported a classic head. 

Mary Margot's long, thick dark brown hair was twisted into a compact bun at 
the back of her head. It was ingeniously done. With the design of the bun, a 
single cord held it in place. 

Abigail reached out, took the cord in hand, and pulled it. 

Mary Margot long hair tumbled loose! It fell in ropes and waves into the 
heated, perfumed water. The tips of it were soaking in the mixture. The 
steam was wetting her face. The moisture of the water was creeping up the 
wet tips of her hair. 

The colors in her hair vibrated and shimmered as the moisture touched and 
penetrated it. One could literally watch the hair becoming more and more 
luxurious, fuller, thicker, sleeker! 

Abigail leaned over even further. The sight of the beautiful woman kneeling 
before her, her long beautiful hair trailing in a pool of scented water ... 
thrilled her! 

She wanted more! 

She placed the palms lightly on the back of Mary Margot's bowed head. Then 
she slowly pressed down, watching her lover's face inch even closer to the 
steaming water. 

More of her hair went into the bowl. 

Now more than half of it was saturated, soaked with warmth and perfume. 

Abigail sat forward on the edge of her costly electronic chair. Two 
full-size mirrors still reflected this scene with her lover. She could see 
herself sitting on the very end of the lip of her chair. 

Her cunt was now directly over the steaming bowl of perfumed water that 
rested on the floor beneath her. 

And between her widely-separated knees, her beautiful lover knelt in 
submission, her long hair soaking in the bowl! 

Abigail flicked off the switches in the chair. It was the second from the 
end, on the left side, on the left arm that most interested her. The others 
were merely activated and waiting for commands. 

The videotape camera was alive with impressions! 

The videotape camera drank in the scene like a river takes rain. It caught 
every drop of moisture in the air. It captured the brilliant sheen of Mary 
Margot's long, brown hair. It inhaled the sight of the beads of vapor 
condensing on Mary Margot's classical head. It was ingeniusly done. 

Mary Margot gently lilted handfulls of her thick, warm hair out of its pool. 
She lifted each heavy strand carefully. She didn't want to shake any more of 
the wonderfully soothing waters from her hair than she had to. 

Her hair was heavy with water. It was saturated with heat and the scent of 
roses. 

Abigail leaned back in her chair and pressed a button. The back of the chair 
tilted away from her, and she sank even deeper into the cushions. 

It was as if she were sitting on the edge of a pier and lying back on her 
back. Only her legs hung over the edge. Her head rested on a black leather 
pillow that rose from the top of the back of the chair. 

It rose electrically. 

And it cushioned her head perfectly. It had been custom-tailored for her. A 
very expensive chair. About the price of two Cadillacs. 

But worth every hard-earned penny of it! 

Mary Margot scooted forward on her knees and pressed the front strands of 
her hair into Abigail's cunt. 

The blond amazon moaned with the pleasure of it! 

Oh, it felt wonderful! It was the essence of delicacy! It was soft. It was 
deliciously warm. It was ruthless in its ability to penetrate every nook and 
cranny of her steaming pussy lips! 

It was the art of her lover! 

"We me! Wash me!" Abigail groaned. 

Mary Margot pressed the mass of hair into Abigail's crotch. The warm water 
was squeezed from the human sponge that held it. It flowed from the hair 
onto Abigail's cunt, streaming! 

Then Mary Margot rubbed her hair against Abigail's squirming cunt. Again it 
was wonderful! The scent of roses and musk assailed Abigail's nostrils. 

And she could smell her own intoxicating cunt juices blending with the 
costly perfume. 

"More!" she called. 

"I want more!" 

Mary Margot suddenly leaned away from Abigail's crotch. She had squeezed 
most of the water out of her hair and onto Abigail, and now Mary Margot 
wanted to wet her hair again and continue with the washing. 

Abigail was annoyed and leaned forward. 

"Did I tell you to stop!?" she demanded. 

She had been enjoying herself tremendously. Mary Margot made a serious 
mistake in judgement when she pulled away! She presumed too much! She knew 
perfectly well that the two of them hadn't done this before and that, 
therefore, she, Abigail, was to direct all developments, no matter how 
significant, no matter how minute. 

Command was to be total in a new situation! 

Mary Margot ignored one of the major rules! 

Either that or she had forgotten one of the major rules! And that, of 
course, was even worse! 

Mary Margot Loeb had made a mistake and would have to pay for it. And then, 
of course, there was the mistake of not locking the bedroom door behind her. 

She knew it would happen before the night was over. It happened most nights. 
Not every, but most. And tonight just reeked of it. She knew about it even 
before it happened. 

Mary Margot was truly in love. 

She was really beginning to live for her. 

Abigail loved her for it! 

"Look at me!' Abigail commanded. The authority in her voice wasn't tinged 
with any sentimentality or compassion, but both were part of the command. 
Theirs was a rich, full love that included all the emotions. 

But the emotional range of expression and the depth of feeling was possible 
only because of the strictly defined nature of their relationship. 

Each always knew where she stood with the other. Each fully understood who 
was passive and who was active. Each appreciated both her own and the 
other's role. 

Thus they were both secure enough to feel everything and acknowledge what 
they felt ... even to themselves. 

That was how their mutual clinging to style freed them! Their very 
limitations was the source of liberation. They held back only to exceed. 
They edited only to expand. 

Both women were lovers and both were artists. 

And both were very different. 

The one thing they held in common between them was a real understanding and 
acceptance of what each of them was. That allowed them security and further 
allowed them to experiment with their lives. 

It's all another way of saying: Saving energy for when it's needed. Instead 
of wasting emotional fuel by running the engine at top speed in a traffic 
jam, the foot is kept off the gas pedal. 

Later, on the open highway, the fuel is still there to be used, when the 
road is clear and the use of it can be most efficient, most exciting! 

"Look at me!' Abigail shouted! Mary Margot had been looking straight into 
Abigail's face, but that hadn't been good enough. So Abigail shouted the 
command a second time. 

Mary Margot looked directly into Abigail's beautiful blue eyes. How much 
like deep pools they were! It sounded corny to think about it in those 
terms, but that's how they were! 

"Go get the special." 

Abigail was rubbing the insides of her own legs, palms down. Her hands 
strayed dangerously close to her pussy. U seemed as if she were on the verge 
of playing with herself. 

Mary Margot hurried to get the big dildo Abigail referred to as the special. 

It was just behind the partition of mirrors. 

But it was dark in the cleverly hidden closet, and Abigail didn't press any 
of the switches in the arms of her elaborate control chair so there wasn't 
any light to see by. Luckily, Mary Margot knew the inside of the closet as 
well as she knew the back of her hand. 

She reached for the right drawer without so much as a moments hesitation. 
When she pulled the drawer open, she knew exactly which position in the row 
of didloes the dildo she wanted would be in. 

It should be the thrid from the front. 

It is! 

Mary Margot closed her fingers around the rubber dong, took it out of the 
drawer, and closed the drawer behind her. She walked through the brief 
passage and back into the mirror-enclosed circle of light on the other side 
of the mirror-wall. 

She stood in front of Abigail holding the huge thing in her hands. It was 
pale white in color and fourteen inches long. It was two and ahalf inches 
thick. 'Veins' ran up and down the entire length of the thing. 

The cockhead itself, painted a dark pink, was even wider than the rest of 
the fat cock. It was a good three and a half inches wide. A real flare-head! 

Abigail smiled at the standing Mary Margot. Mary Margot would have smiled 
back had she seen the smile, but of course she didn't. Her eyes were 
downcast as was proper. 

She was staring at the dildo she was holding in her hand. 

It had been a part of the collection for as long as she could remember. It 
had been there for at least four years. 

But they had never used it in their love-making before. All the others, yes, 
in any and all ways. And always with the greatest success and pleasure. But 
this one was always somehow skipped over. It had never been used before at 
all, so far as Mary Margot Loeb was concerned, anyhow. 

But now it was going to be used! Abigail didn't give orders for nothing. If 
she had Mary get the dildo, it's because she intended using it. 

The question was how. 

"Grease it up, Mary Margot. It's time for you to get your punishment." 

Abigail was dangerously close to making herself come. The excitement of the 
humiliation her lover was soon going to have to face was almost more than 
she could control. 

Abigail presssed a control button and a panel in the mirror slid aside. It 
revealed row after row of glass shelving in a mirrored case of shelves. 

Mary Margot reached up and brought down a jar of lubricant. It was used 
especially with dildoes. It was good and greasy and made working with the 
rubber dongs easier and more enjoyable for both of them. 

The aristocratic woman unscrewed the lid on the porcelain jar and took a 
generous dab of the clear lubricant and smeared it on the huge dildo. It 
spread easily across the great length of the troublesome thing. 

She paid special attention when she greased up the great, flaring cockhead. 

She was afraid it would tear her apart, no matter where it was put into her. 
For surely it would be she, Mary Margot Loeb, who would have to joyfully 
endure its invasion. 

When the rubber cock was properly greased up, Mary Margot carefully set it 
down on the floor, placing it in the center of a white towel. It looked 
oddly out of place there, like the decapitated member of soldiers blown 
apart in battle. 

But the sight of it enflamed the powerful blond-amazon! 

Even before Mary Margot got the closed jar of lubricant back on the shelf in 
its proper place, Abigail had reached down to the floor and taken the 
vicious looking tool in her hand. She held it in the palm of her hand like a 
weapon, testing it for weight, gripping and regripping it in an effort to 
get a feeling for the thing. 

Abigail liked being in control when she and her lover were making love. She 
liked knowing that when and if she wanted to use sex toys , she knew how to 
use them properly. She knew how to use them to both of their advantages. 

When Mary Margot turned from the mirrored shelves to face Abigail, the blond 
woman was waiting for her, dildo in hand! 

"Turn around! Let me see that nice big ass of yours," Abigail demanded, 
hardly able to contain herself. Her hand pumped in and out, in and out of 
her drooling pussy! 

Mary Margot did as she was told and turned her back to Abigail. Now the 
aristocratic woman was looking at herself in the mirror. She was still 
wearing her gown. 

She hadn't yet been told to take it off, even though it was open and her 
flesh was easily available. 

"Well?!" Abigail demanded. "What are you fucking waiting for! Take that 
god-damned fucking gown off! What am I supposed to do: Fuck you in the ass 
through a quarter inch of fabric?!" 

So that was what she was going to do with the terrible dildo! She was going 
to shove it up Mary Margot's asshole and tear her apart with the terrible 
thing! 

Oh, it would hurt The pain would be unbearable! 

No, it would be bearable because Abigail wanted Mary Margot to bear the 
pain! And not only would it be bearable, it would eventually be 
pleasureable. 

That is the amazing secret of sex. What starts out as pain, maybe even as 
incredible pain, soon becomes pleasure. The one magically transforms itself 
into the other, like the larva which becomes a butterfly. 

Mary Margot slipped her shoulders out of her gown. Her back was smooth as 
silk. She slowly lowered the gown so as to reveal her asscheeks with greater 
delight. 

She hoped it would amuse Abigail. 

It did! 

Mary Margot had a beautiful ass. 

Abigail leaned forward and tore the gown from Mary Margot's hands. It fell 
to the ground immediately, revealing the dignified woman's beautiful upper 
legs and calves. How lovely she was. All soft and firm and womanly! 

Abigail leaned even further forward in her chair and bit Mary Margot's 
asscheeks! She worked her mouth across the expanse of both of them, biting a 
hundred little bites, nibbling the tender flesh as if it were unfeeling 
fruit! 

Mary Margot wanted to scream out! Abigail's wide, sharp teeth sent flashes 
of pain scorching into her brain. Her ass was on fire with the biting. She 
was afraid she'd start bleeding,, not much blood, but blood nonetheless. 

And Abigail didn't like blood! 

What she liked was watching the aristocratic woman's skin bruising beneath 
her attack. She liked watching the dark spots growing on the white skin. She 
enjoyed the discoloration on the otherwise perfectly clear field of flesh. 

And as Abigail bit and chewed her lover's asscheeks, she shoved the flared 
top of the rubber cockhead into her juicy cunt! The lips spread far apart in 
retreat before the rubber head and the thing filled her almost immediately. 

Abigail worked the cock in and out of her cunt as she tortured her lover. 
She could feel her cunt clinging to the huge thing, trying to get a solid 
grip. 

Then she pulled it out of herself. It was soaking wet with her own juices. 
That and the lubrication made it all ready for some good, down-to-earth 
assfucking! 

"Bend over, Mary Margot! I'm going to show you how much I love you. At least 
fourteen inches worth!" 

Mary Margot leaned forward, her hands resting on her knees. As she did so 
she could feel her asscheeks spread apart, revealing her asshole and leaving 
it helplessly exposed to attack. 

The warm air in the room rushed against her exposed asshole. 

The water dripped from her still-wet hair. 

She was trembling with anticipation. 

Abigail pressed the flared tip of the outrageously pink cockhead against 
Mary Margot's delicious asshole. A shock of pleasure electrified the dark 
woman. Her knees began to tremble frantically. She had to work to steady 
herself. 

Abigal pressed the tip of the cockhead against the asshole and shifted the 
support of the other end of the thing to her palm. She had her palm flat 
against the blunt end of the huge rubber dildo. 

Now all that remained was to push on! On and ahead! 

She did! 

Mary Margot wanted to cry out! She wanted to scream when the foreign shape 
was shoved deep into her asshole. She wanted to pull away from the invader. 

But of course she did none of those things. 

She merely stood where she was, trembling, and endured. 

"Spread your feet apart," Abigail commanded, not pulling the dildo out of 
her lover's hot hole. 

Mary Margot did what she was told to do. Even as she moved, she could feel 
the hard rubber pole pressing against her inner ass muscles. She tried hard 
to adjust to its presence. 

But she couldn't. Not yet. 

Abigail smiled, crazy with passion. "I know it hurts, but it's the best 
thing for you, Mary Margot. It's good for you, good to have a big dildo 
shoved up that pretty asshole of yours. It's healthy for a scholar to have a 
rubber cock shoved into her shit shute. It reminds scholars that they're 
only human, after all!" 

Abigail shoved another six inches of the terribly wide dildo up her lover's 
asshole! 

Mary Margot wasn't sure now that she would be able to endure it! 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Abigail was fascinated by the sight of the dildo as it disappeared inch by 
inch into her lover's asshole! She already had eight inches stuffed in her. 

She knew Mary Margot must be feeling a lot of pain. She also knew that she 
wasn't feeling any pleasure yet. Usually Abigail didn't go in for fucking 
with her lover's asshole, so it wasn't used to this kind of abuse. 

Well, she'd just have to learn how to handle it. Fast! 

Abigail leaned forward, stiffening her palm against the brunt end of the 
rubber 'toy' and forced more of the thing into the living flesh. She was 
trying now to go as slowly as possible. 

Mary Margot took a deep breath as the thing burrowed into her. She tried to 
relax, but couldn't. It was just too big for her to handle without hurting. 

She was glad to have a chance to really suffer for her lover's pleasure. 
That was the greatest sacrifice a woman could make for another woman: To 
endure pain so the other could endure pleasure! 

If only it didn't hurt so very, so terribly much! 

Abigail worked her own pussy with her free hand. She was drooling like an 
idiot child. Her hand was wet, soaked with her own juices. She felt like she 
was a drummer, trying to maintain two separate and distinct rhythms at the 
same time. The fast movements of her hand in her pussy and the slow 
shoving-in of the dildo. 

At last, all of it was in the dignified woman! 

It was completely contained. 

Just the tip of it protruded from the gloves of womanly flesh. Mary Margot's 
asscheeks gripped the blunt stick furiously. Her asscheeks were squeezed as 
tight as they could get. The hollows in them were extremely pronounced. 

The blonde wanted more! 

"Play with your nipples! Get them good and hard and let me see you working 
them,' Abigail demanded. 

Oh, no! That would mean Mary Margot would have to take her hands off her 
knees. But she needed her hands there to keep her balance. The pain of the 
terrible dildo was disorienting, and she needed the support her stiffened 
arms gave her. 

But she had no choice. 

Tentatively, she repositioned her weight, squatting slightly, bending at the 
knees. Her hands were free at last! Slowly she took them off her knees and 
raised them toward his breasts. 

She gripped her nipples quickly, in one swift movement. They responded to 
her own touch immediately. They were hard and very, very sensitive. 

Oh, it felt good! She squeezed her nipples hard, delighting in the way they 
felt beneath her fingertips. Her breasts were leaning full away from her 
chest, crouched as she was. And her nipples were fully responsive. 

"That's it! Now you like that dildo, don't you! I knew you would," Abigail 
taunted. 

Secretly, she was extremely pleased. 

And she's right, though Mary Margot to herself in amazement! I do like that 
dildo shoved up my asshole! God, how wonderful it is! I feel so full, so 
complete! 

It was a marvelous discover for Mary Margot. She would never have guessed 
the nature of the sensation the dildo was now causing. And, of course, she 
had her lover, Abigail Hendrix, to thank for it. 

She loved Abigail dearly! 

She was the scholar, true, but Abigail knew so much more than she did. 
Abigail was wise in the ways of life, in the ways of pleasure, in the ways 
of love! 

Mary Margot turned slightly so she could peek at Abigail in the mirror. 
There she was! Abigail was playing furiously with herself. Even in the 
mirror, Mary Margot could see the sticky fluids all over Abigail's fingers 
and palm. 

Oh, she was happy: She was giving Abigail so much pleasure. 

And she was getting so much, too! 

"Turn around and face me now!' Abigail suddenly demanded. Her voice was 
heavy and sultry with sexual heat. She sounded like a jungle animal. 

Mary Margot straightened her spine, set her shoulders back, and turned to 
face her lover. The dildo shoved up her ass reasserted its pressure as she 
stood and turned. It shot wave after wave of pleasure surging through her 
spine and to the brain's pleasure centers. 

Abigail pressed one of the control buttons of her fabulous chair. The back 
raised itself back into its usual position. She leaned back in her chair. 

"Now let me see you play with yourself while I do the same,' Abigail said. 

She liked watching Mary Margot excite herself. She was so beautiful when she 
did that. It was disgusting in a way, but that in itself was a turn on! That 
so beautiful and dignified a woman would humiliate herself in any and all 
ways for her was the ultimate sexual, dominance trip for strong-willed, 
beautiful, blonde Abigail. 

She was a personification of the amazon instinct for control and dominance. 

Mary Margot slowly reached down between her long, shapely legs. If Abigail 
commanded her to play with herself, of course she would. 

Her fingers found her own outer pussy lips. They were wet all over again, 
despite the earlier and thorough towelling. She explored the outer ridges 
with her nails, scraping them lightly across the lips, up and down, back and 
forth. 

Then, with her other hand, she spread the outer lips wide. Her fingers 
slipped into the throbbing inner cavern. Her clip was jumping with 
excitement. She could hardly get a grip on the elusive sliver of 
supersensitive tissue. 

'Ohhh!" Mary Margot moaned when at least she located the seemingly shy 
flesh. She was washed with hot waves of pleasure. It felt so good to be 
playing with herself when her lover wanted her to be playing with herself. 

When her lover wanted something, even something she herself wanted, it made 
that thing doubly good. No, three and four times as good. That's because 
then there was the thing itself to enjoy as well as the enjoyment of the 
lover! 

"Lean over so I can suck your nipples!" Abigail commanded. "And don't stop 
playing with yourself. I want to feel your body jumping and throbbing 
beneath me." 

Mary Margot leaned over the button-studded arm of the expensive electronic 
chair. Her breasts hung heavy and well-formed in front of her. She was 
crouched slightly, what with her hand busy working in the suds between her 
legs. 

Abigail fastened her lips on the nipple nearest her mouth. It was hard and 
warm and she sucked as much of her lover's tit into her mouth as possible! 

Then, as she sucked the captive nipple and as Mary Margot played with 
herself, Abigail reached around the dignified woman's asscheeks and grapped 
the blunt end of the dildo that was shoved in her asshole. 

She wiggled it as much as she could. 

"Ahhh!" moaned Mary Margot as the sensations took-over! God, it was 
wonderful, great, fantastic! It was like all the adventures rolled into one! 
She was travelling through space, swimming in the ocean and collecting her 
literary prize in front of a distinguished audience of editors, writers and 
publishers all at the same time. 

There was nothing like it in the world, and what they were doing was the 
absolute best! 

There was no question, no doubt about it! 

Everything else was an evasion or a lie! 

Suddenly, Abigail withdrew her thrilling mouth! Suddenly Abigail stopped 
moving the huge dildo in Mary Margot's asshole. Suddenly all the pleasure 
was cut in more than half! 

Mary Margot immediately stopped playing with herself. 

That was in keeping with the rules. 

Now the question was: What next? 

"Get back on you knees in front of me!. I want to see what that mouth of 
yours can do, now that your jaws have had a chance to get some rest!" 

Mary Margot moved into the desire position. The rubber dildo rubbed against 
her innards with every motion and movement. It seemed to be alive in her! 

"Strap this on!" Abigail ordered when she felt things were properly 
arranged. 

"This' was an eight inch long dildo with straps attached. A wire led from 
out of the base of the thing, opposite the cockhead. Mary Margot knew what 
it was for, how it was used, and what "the effects of the thing were. 

She was looking forward to it, and couldn't get it shoved up her throbbing 
pussy fast enough! 

Ugh, she was stuffed with artificial cock! She had a huge rubber dong shoved 
up her asshole and she had another big aritificial cock shoved up her cunt! 

Abigail made her strap it in place. The straps ran from the cunt-filling 
dildo and around her waist. Mary Marbot reached around in back of herself 
and straped it secruely into place. 

Then she took the third strap and ran it between her legs. It fastened to 
the belt, too. Also, it had the added advantage of keeping the bigger dildo 
captive in her asshole. Now, even if Mary Margot could push the rubber 
invader out of her, the strap would keep it securely in place. 

"Plug the fucker in!' Abigail ordered, not for a moment taking her fingers 
out of her own drooling, pleasure-crazy hole. It clutched and throbbed with 
excitement. 

Mary Margot quickly located the end of the wire leading form the dildo 
stuffed in her hot, warm cunt. It had a prong at the end of it, two of them. 
She plugged it into a socket built into the base of the chair. 

The cunt-filler started vibrating immediately. 

Mary Margot moaned with sincerely pleasure. Both dildoes vibrated in her and 
her juices were flowing freely. If only Abigail would let her make love to 
her beautiful blond, amazon's body. Then everything would be absolutely 
perfect! 

Exactly what she had in mind! 

The tall blond leaned back in her fabulous chair and spread her legs out 
wide. 

"Start back on my cunt again! Get that tongue of yours doing something 
useful! I want you to work on my cunt while I amuse myself with the girls! 
Hurry up! You know what I want! You know how I like it best!" 

Mary Margot fell to her work with a passion. Now everything was perfect. She 
could stay on her knees like this all night, if that's what Abigail wanted. 

If Abigail wanted to look in on the girls in their rooms with her elaborate 
hidden television cameras, that was perfectly alright with Mary Margot! 

If Abigail wanted to peep into the lives of the young female students with 
her electronic spying equipment, that was perfect! Mary Margot didn't care, 
not at all! 

She was getting more than her share. She dived into the blond pussy and 
started sucking and licking as if her life depended on it. It gave her the 
greatest pleasure: Sex with her lover! 

Abigail paused for a few minutes enjoying the good cunt-licking she was so 
worthy of! Mary Margot was completely turned on by the discipline she had 
experienced that evening. 

It was one of the best in their brief but intense and varied years of love 
making. 

Mary Margot's hair was still wet and heavily perfumed. The touch of the hair 
against her inner thighs and calves was an extra incentive for the search 
for pleasure. 

Abigail pushed the back-control button and found the position most 
comfortable for her forthcoming electronic survey. 

All was now in readiness! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

The wall of mirrors slid silently away, each large panel folding easily into 
the next. Then the folded sections slid neatly away. 

It was a marvel of engineering. 

And it was just part of the fantastic electronic system Abigail used for fun 
... and sometimes profit. 

Mary Margot continued eating and sucking and licking the beautiful blond 
woman's cunt. 

She wasn't distracted by anything that was going on around her. Her job was 
to amuse Abigail as Abigail amused herself. 

It would be like some one sucking your cock or eating your pussy, depending, 
while you smoked cigarettes and read the paper. It was simply a continuing 
pleasure that under-lined whatever other pleasures one had in mind. Or in 
hand. It was a good arrangement. 

Besides, Mary Margot knew all about the elaborate electronic system and it 
held no curiosity for her. She had been there when it was installed in the 
big, old mansion. 

Mary Margot had, in fact, supervised the entire operation. It was Mary 
Margot who saw to it that things were done properly. That is, it was the 
aristocratic woman's job to see to it the the engineers and workmen 
installed the system the exact way it was supposed to be. 

The way Abigail wanted it to be. 

That meant a television camera was hidden in each and every room in the 
mansion. They were concealed behind two-way mirrors. And the cameras allowed 
Abigail to peer into any room at any time. 

The lenses of the television cameras were equipped with telephoto scopes. 
The cameras themselves were mounted on swivels. They could move from left to 
right and right to left. They could move up and down. That ease of mobility 
plus the telescopic lenses gave Abigail complete visual access to the 
deepest, darkest recesses of each and every room in the house. 

Also, the lenses were equipped to operate in the dark. It was terribly 
expensive, of course, but it was worth it! With the special light-sensitive 
lenses, the dark could conceal no secrets. 

Neither could the girls! There was no place in the school that afforded 
privacy. 

Abigail pushed a lever that was fastened to the side of her chair. It was 
somewhat like the lever on the side of a barber's chair. 

And when she did that, the chair itself and an entire portion of the floor 
around it ... began to turn! It made a half-circle of one hundred and eighty 
degrees. Actually, the chair was bolted to a revolving platform of the kind 
used in automobile showrooms. 

And now that the chair and platform had revolved, what was revealed? 

A bank of television monitors! Eight of them. That was as many as a lot of 
small television stations have. 

Abigail had done very, very well in the years she took off from her sexual 
pursuits. She was extremely intelligent and practical. She had made money 
hand over fist. 

And now the school was paying handsome profits, too! It was expensive and 
the cost of running it was minimal. Both Abigail and Mary Margot did most of 
the work. And they were the only member of the professional staff who stayed 
on over the weekends. 

They were alone in the mansion with their young female students! 

As Mary Margot continued her ministrations, Abigail reached over an pulled a 
hinged metal shelf across the front of the chair. Now she couldn't see Mary 
Margot's continually bobbing head, but it didn't matter. She could feel the 
wonderful things she was doing. 

Besides, Abigail now had the controls to the fantastic closed-circuit 
television system right in front of her. Now the real fun could begin. 

Maybe she could find something worth taping for her permanent videotape 
library. It was already extensive. For she or Mary Margot or both of them 
had already seduced each and every one of their rich, young students. 

And it was all on tape! 

In case of a scandal ever breaking, the tapes would provide good bargaining 
weapons to use against outraged parents or gaurdians. 

But scandal was un-likely because each student had been carefully screened 
for 'personality,' That meant that only young girls with definite lesbian 
leanings had been invited to live and learn at the Loeb school! 

It was a perfect set-up! 

Now let's see, Abigail said to herself, who shall I check on first tonight? 
Ah, yes! Little Julia Wave crest! She was the one who had been possessed by 
the green-eyed monster. 

Abigail had seduced fifteen year old Julia two weeks earlier. She was a 
delightful subject, all innocence and wonder. She had opened like a flower 
in time-lapse photography when she had been approached. 

But it didn't take much to spoil her! 

In almost no time at all, Julia started making demands. She saw herself as 
Abigail's lover and, as such, thought that she would suddenly be a power in 
the school. 

Julia had started lording it over the other girls. She got into a program of 
making snide comments that suggested more than they actually said. She had 
started playing Abigail off against others, including Mary Margot. 

Of course it didn't work! 

Mary Margot and Abigail didn't advertise their love affair. None of the 
girls or staff or townspeople knew what was going on between them. They were 
real cool. The real showdown with Julia happened when the girl overestimated 
her supposed authority in a meeting with Mary Margot. It was then that Julia 
almost went so far as to say that she and Abigail were lovers and that Mary 
Margot, if she was smart and knew what was best for her, would cater to 
little Julia and show her the respect due to her. 

Julia was put in her place promptly. 

The girl had tried to retaliate with threats of exposure. Yes, she actually 
threatened Abigail, telling the blond amazon that she, Julia, would tell her 
father about the seduction. 

That's when Abigail slapped the shit out of her! 

Then she pulled out photographs of Julia on her knees eating pussy. There 
were photographs of Julia with dildoes in her mouth, asshole and cunt. There 
were photographs of Julia tied to a bedpost and getting whipped. 

The girl had no choice but to surrender in the face of a stronger woman. But 
it didn't end there. Abigail had to punish the young girl for his serious 
misbehavior. 

For the time being that meant no more sex with Abigail! 

It broke Julia's ambitious heart. Not only wouldn't she be allowed to 
experience the wonderful sexual thrills Abigail had introduced her to, but 
she felt a terrible loss of love and companionship. 

Julia had been banned to her room and told to stay there until Abigail felt 
the young girl was once again fit company for decent, adult people. 

It was definitely time to look in on the girl and check the situation out. 

The television camera hidden behind the mirror in Julia's room came to life. 
The little red light indicating 'on' blinked with energy. The camera panned 
the room, looking for its subject. 

There she was! 

Julia was propped up on her bed. Books lay scattered around her. She had 
obviously been studying and grown bored with it. Now she had her nightgown 
pulled up around her waist and was playing with herself. 

Her sweet face was twisted with pleasure. Her fingers were hidden in the 
mossy mound of her young cunt. She was doing a great job of getting off on 
herself. Julia was a fast learner, and once Abigail had introduced her to 
the secret pleasures of the body, she was off and running! 

The sight of the young girl playing with herself turned Abigail on even 
more. She slid slightly forward in her control chair so Mary Margot could 
eat her pussy with even greater ease. 

I think I'll play one of the seduction videotapes back, Abigail said to 
herself. She punched the proper buttons and monitor number eight glowed into 
life. That was one of the four monitors used for replays. 

The scene was Abigail's own bedroom, the control equipment hidden behind its 
wall of mirrors. Young Julia was standing in front of Abigail looking 
excited and frightened. 

Her beautiful young body was straining against the school uniform she was 
wearing. Julia had already removed her jacket and was dressed in the 
standard dark blue skirt and white, silky blouse. 

The curve of her tits and ass were clearly visible through the fabric. 

Then Abigail stood up and walked over to Julia. The young girl, startled as 
she was, didn't back away as the blond amazon approached her. She knew 
something exceptional was about it happen and she didn't do or say anything 
to discourage it. No way! 

Now Abigail had the young girl in her arms. She was kissing her 
passionately, feeling her body tremble beneath her touch. 

As Abigail watched the television replay of the seduction, she remembered 
the way Julia had reacted. She wanted to pull away, but she didn't. She 
couldn't. It was too great a temptation to resist. 

Julia attacked! She grabbed the blond amazon and crushed her to her body. 
She held her hard against her, grinding her mouth hard against the beautiful 
amazon. She was pinching her as hard as she could. 

She, Julia, was going to be in charge! 

And she lost no time whatsoever in trying to take control. But it was 
useless, hopeless. 

Abigail simply stepped back and slapped the young girl hard in the face. 
Before Julia had a chance to recover, even before the initial shock wore off 
and the tears started flowing, Abigail slapped her again and again. 

Now the girl was reduced to near hysteria! 

She bolted for the door! Abigail simply stood where she was, watching the 
girl. 

Julia twisted the doorknob. She pulled against the door with the full weight 
of her body, using all her strength in a vain attempt to get out of the room 
and away from the woman who refused to be dominated. 

Abigail started walking toward her. 

As she got closer and closer to Julia, the young girl fought with the locked 
door with even greater violence. 

When at last she realized that there was no way she could get away, Julia 
turned and faced Abigail defiantly. Her face was twisted with anger and 
hurt. The tears had left wet tracks down her lovely face. 

"You won't get away with this! You think you're so wonderful! You think all 
the girls are in love with you and that they'll do anything you want them 
to. Well, you're wrong! You're all wrong! I don't love you! I hate you! And 
I won't stay in your crumby school anymore, either!" 

Abigail stood in front of the jabbering girl and smiled down at her. When 
the girl seemed a little quieter, Abigail started talking in a very low, 
authoritative tone of voice. 

" Julia, you're very upset. You don't know what you're saying. Just listen 
to me. Will you?" Abigail had said. 

Julia imagined that because the blond amazon was talking to her politely she 
had won the battle. Pictures of her using the beautiful Abigail in the 
manner of her choice flashed through Julia's mind. 

Just looking at the tapes would tell the observant viewer that the girl was 
indulging in the sheerest fantasy life. 

In no way was Abigail about to surrender her authority to anyone. Certainly 
not a silly, love-stricken girl. 

"Well, what is it you want from me?' Julia had answered her, assuming a 
false courage that could quickly turn into dominance if not immediately 
corrected. 

"I want you to be a good, sweet little girl," Abigail had answered. She was 
talking in so low a voice that it was almost a whisper. She was enjoying 
that wonderful moment when their relationship hung in the balance. 

But Abigail had the advantage that came with age, experience and a ruthless 
need to control. 

Julia almost sneered when she heard what Abigail had had to say. It seemed 
inane to have the big beautiful blond amazon talking about good, sweet 
little girls." 

"And if I'm not a good little girl, what will you do about it?' Julia 
challanged. The venom was fairly dripping from her tongue. ' Well!" she 
demanded. 'Why don't you answer me! If I'm not a good little girl, what will 
you do? Spank me? Will you spank me, hmm?" 

Abigail was on her in a flash! 

The teenaged girl didn't stand a snowball's chance in hell! 

Even before she fully realized what was happening, Julia found herself tied 
to Abigail's bed! Her arms were stretched out as far as they would go. Her 
legs were tied and stretched out in the same fashion. 

And every time Julia objected, Abigail would slap her hard. And the more she 
object, the more she got slapped, and the harder. Soon the girl's face was a 
stinging, hurting mass! 

She had never known such pain! 

And she still wouldn't submit! 

Julia screamed. Her rage was such that she didn't care what happened to her. 
She didn't care who found out about what. She was prepared to go to her 
death if need be, but she would suffer no more in the hands of the beautiful 
woman she thought she loved. 

But it did Julia no good! 

Scream and rant as she may, no one heard her. The door to Abigail's fabulous 
room was locked. And it was soundproofed! A cannon could have been shot off 
in that room and no one else in the huge mansion would hear it. 

Now Abigail had her completely at her mercy. 

The blond amazon climbed onto her huge bed and crawled to the end of it. 
There she could look the young girl right in the face: Julia was tied with 
her back to the fireplace. She faced inwards, toward the headboard. 

"Now let's see how big a girl you really are!" Abigail hissed. "Let's see if 
you're a woman or not. Who knows, maybe you're one of those frigid young 
things that are dead on their feet." 

'You'll soon know who I am and whether or not I'm alive!" Julia shouted, the 
tears streaming down her beautiful face. "When I get out of here, they're 
gonna close this place! Then you can think about it ... locked away! Yes, 
you heard me! Locked away!" 

Abigail grabbed the girl's short, thick hair and kissed her full on the 
lips. 

Julia tried to pull away, but of course she couldn't. Her bonds were 
expertly fastened and totally secure. 

Abigail kept up her relentless kissing. She shoved her wet, hot tongue down 
the resisting girl's mouth. Oh, she was wonderful to kiss! She was as fresh 
as the proverbial daisy. She even tasted and smelled fresh. No cigarette 
breath, no odor of closed rooms, no hint of bodily decay. 

Abigail straightened her spine and, still kneeling on the mattress at the 
foot of the bed, wrapped her arms around the spread-eagled girl. She pulled 
her body toward her. 

The pain was terrific! The restraints around Julia's wrists and ankles were 
padded, but the pressure and weight of her body was enough to hurt. She 
tried to cry out but couldn't. Abigail had her tongue shoved deeply into her 
mouth and the sounds were smoothered as soon as they were made. 

Julia began to surrender to the delights of Abigail's kisses. There was no 
resisting the blond amazon's charms. The warmth of her body was 
intoxicating, like a fabulous drug. It thrilled like a carnival ride. It 
excited like a hunt. It pleased like a dream. 

When Abigail finally tired of drinking the nectar from the young girl's 
sweet mouth, she pulled back and looked at her again. Now Julia was limp 
with exhaustion and confusion. The beating and the kissing took all the 
fight out of her. 

Now she was ready for anything. 

Not so much turned on, as passive. 

Abigail decided to change that attitude immediately. 

She quickly unbuttoned the girl's soft, white, flowing blouse. Her skin was 
cool to the touch. It broke into goose bumps wherever it was touched. She 
was responding beautifully, like a tuning fork. 

Julia's breasts were a wonder to behold. They were small but perfectly 
shaped. And, hanging as she was from the bedposts, her breasts were 
completely exposed. There was no way for Julia to prevent Abigail from 
making love to them. There was no defense. 

Abigail moved in! 

She played with the girl's nipples, rubbing them gently with the palms of 
her hands. They were already hard, of course, but the slightest touch made 
them even harder. 

Now the nipples were standing up straight and proud. The little rosebud area 
immediately around the nipples were patches of goose bumps. Julia was all 
feeling, all response. 

Abigail fastened her mouth to her nipples, kissing one, then the other, and 
switching back and forth between them as fast as she could. The nipple that 
wasn't getting kissed wasn't getting ignored either. 

Her fingers worked the girl's nipples as well as her tongue and mouth did. 
Abigail started pinching and squeezing them, enjoying the outbursts of sighs 
and crys that her explorations caused! 

When Abigail finally pulled back from her work, she looked at the captive 
girl and said, "Now what were you saying about what?" 

Julia didn't know how to respond. Just a few minutes ago she would have gone 
to jail to hurt the blond amazon. She would have died to avenge the insult 
she thought was being inflicted upon her. 

But that was a few minutes ago. That was centuries ago! 

Now all she wanted in the world was for Abigail to do anything she wanted to 
to her! Now her point of view was completely changed! 

But she couldn't admit it! The proud, spoiled young girl wouldn't admit it, 
especially to Abigail. Never to Abigail! No, she would never let the blond 
woman know how she felt. 

Julia's secret would stay forever locked behind her lips. 

Abigail once again grabbed the young girl and started kissing her lips. This 
time she didn't shove her tongue brutally into her mouth. This time the 
kisses were passionate, but warm and persuading. 

And as Abigail kissed her willing victim, she reached down and started 
unzipping her dark blue skirt. The sound of the zipper filled the room. 
Abigail heard it distinctly and it excited her greatly. 

But Julia was so excited she was hardly aware of what was happening. All she 
knew was that, for the for time in her young and frustrated life, she was 
being thrilled in ways she had never even dreamed possible. All of this was 
too good to be true, much less happening to her, spoiled, demanding, selfish 
little Julia Wavecrest, professional brat! 

The blue skirt fell from Julia's waist and down her legs. The V of her 
outstretched legs caught and held the skirt above the floor. It made no 
difference. The important thing was that, at last, her lovely body was fully 
exposed to Abigail's searching glance! Julia moaned with pleasure! She 
relaxed slightly in her bonds, and some of the torment of confinement left 
her. She was beginning to exceed pain and slip into the wilds of pleasure! 

Abigail pulled her hapless victim even closer to her body as her hands went 
roaming downward. She rubbed the young girl's asscheeks and ran her 
fingernail's across their trembling surfaces. 

Oh, she was wonderful to touch! She trembled like a flower in a snowstorm. 
She was more than alive. She was electrified! 

Abigail adjusted her position on the foot of the bed and reached down in 
front of the girl's lovely legs. She ran her hand inside the elastic of her 
light blue panties. She explored the girl's waist, reveling in its slendor 
beauty and warmth. 

Then she reached down even further! 

The hot little cunt was already moist. Well, that could be quickly changed. 
A little manipulation and she would be no longer be moist. She would be wet! 
Dripping wet! 

Abigail's fingers played with the girl's cunt as her lips and tongue kissed 
her responsive mouth. Julia was kissing Abigail as well as she was able to. 
But the pleasures she was feeling so startled and disoriented her, that she 
often reared back and lost the lips she loved to cling to! 

Then Julia would struggle to make the glorious contact again and she would 
lunge forward, swinging awkwardly in the straps that held her so open and 
available. It was pleasure and it was maddening! 

Well, Julia thought to herself, as she relived that night's adventure in the 
monitor, enough of that! Let's see what else is going on in the school 
tonight. 

The videotape replay was blacked out. But before Abigail changed her focus, 
she took one last look at Julia Wavecrest. 

The girl had scooted down on her bed and was playing furiously with herself. 
Her eyes were glazed with pleasure. When the telephoto lens zoomed between 
her legs, Abigail could see the girl's exceptional clit as the fingers 
worked it to a rousing climax. 

The flowing juices began to obscure the view, and yet another scene was 
required. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Abigail wanted to celebrate the new heights she and Mary Margot were 
reaching that night, and she did so by checking the pictures presented by 
each of her hidden television cameras. 

She cut from Julia's room straight to the shower room. There was no prettier 
picture to be found on color television than the sight of young girls 
showering. Abigail loved to watch her young, virgin students as they 
scrubbed themselves with Ivory and the suds cascaded down their lovely 
bodies. 

Often, if a girl were in the shower alone, or with a good and discrete 
friend, she would start to play with herself. It was always an entertaining 
show when that happened. Always the same, but always somehow new. Abigail 
never tired of watching the repeat performances. 

The girls seemed to specialize in driving her crazy, at least that's the 
impression she sometimes got. But it was mostly in her imagination, she was 
sure. It was simply that young girls are as hot as anybody else and they, 
too, want to satisfy their sexual desires. 

The hidden cameras in the shower panned the room. It was empty. Nuts! Now 
there would be no watching as a young girl shoved her soapy hand into her 
cunt. Now there would be no close-ups of their searching fingers as they 
probed their own hot cunts and assholes! 

Well, maybe she would have better luck in the bedrooms. 

After all, there were thirty-six of them in the mansion. Surely there would 
be something going on on a terrible January night like this one. 

Abigail switched from room to room looking for some action. But each time 
the camera came to life and searched for subject matter, it sent back 
nothing but negative, negative, negative. 

Three rooms already and nothing going on! 

Then she switched to the room of Martha Lundberg. Martha, or Marsha, was one 
of the older students. Even with her two names she was so self-assured she 
seemed much older than she was. At seventeen she was a complete and 
commanding woman. 

Just thinking about Martha excited Abigail. Seducing that particular girl 
had been one of the great thrills in her lifetime. It was as exciting as it 
was dangerous, and it was dangerous because Abigail might well have fallen 
in love with the strong, quiet girl. 

Yes, she, would have! If Martha Lundberg had tried what Julia Crestwave had 
tried, she might well have succeeded! Luckily, Martha had other plans for 
the future, and they did not include Abigail Hendrix. Well, that was just as 
well. Abigail had her own plans, and she didn't cotton to changing them, 
either. 

Well, we'll see, Abigail thought to herself, as the activated the hidden 
camera. 

The only light in the room came from the light in the fireplace. There was 
nothing else to be seen. Abigail sent the camera searching. It located some 
action over in the direction of the closet, which could hardly be seen in 
the dark. 

She activated the special light-sensitive control, and the picture blazed to 
life. It was as if someone had turned the bright overhead lights on in 
Martha's room. But of course they hadn't. It was simply the marvelous 
electronic equipment doing its thing. 

And there was Martha! She was stark naked and she was holding dresses up 
against her body. Her grandmother had sent her a trunk full of her own ball 
gowns. It had been the talk of the school. Most of the gowns were designer 
originals, and all the girls envied Martha her inheritance. 

The gown she was now holding up was floor-length and made of a delicate, 
flimsy material. It was exciting to see her naked ass from behind and the 
image of her fulling dressed reflected in the mirror. 

Martha posed and primped in front of the mirror, the muscles in her back, 
asscheeks and legs constantly shifting as her weight shifted and her 
postures changed. She was unknowingly putting on quite a show. 

"Suck my cunt, will you?!" Abigail demanded suddenly. She looked away from 
her monitors and stared down with anger at Mary Margot! Sometimes Mary 
Margot really did deserve to be punished! She had been down there working on 
her clit for the last ten mintues and, although it felt good, it should be 
feeling a helluva lot better! 

"Wait! Never mind!" Abigail shouted, and she pushed her lover's head away. 

She stood up and leaned across the control board, sticking her ass up high 
in the air. In the mirrors she could see herself reflected endlessly. Mary 
Margot was already crawling into place behind her. 

"I want you to eat my asshole out. I want your hot tongue in my asshole and 
I want to feel it doing its job! Don't make me tell you everything, just do 
it! You understand! Just do what you're supposed to do!" 

Abigail wanted satisfaction and she was at the point where she didn't care 
how she got it. Mary Margot would understand that perfectly well. She had 
better! If there was anything Abigail hated more than anything else it was 
having to explain herself. Better not do anything than have to bother 
explaining or justifying one's self! 

Wait! Wait! Some one was walking into Martha's room. Hey, it was Patti Lee 
Goldberg. Maybe something would happen. In any case, Marsha was making no 
attempt to cover herself. 

Abigail decided to add to the fun of her spying and she turned the sound on. 
At first she thought something might be wrong with the equipment, because no 
sound was coming through. Then she realized that nothing was being said and 
no music was being played. Martha liked things quiet, she remembered. 

The two young girls smiled at each other, but still said nothing. Patti Lee 
was dressed in a fluffy, silly pink nightgown. Her long black hair was alive 
with reflections of light. Her classic nose was shiny with cleanliness. Her 
face was decorated with no makeup whatsoever. 

Still she was stunningly beautiful. 

Patti Lee sank in a chair near the closet mirrors Martha was using to look 
at herself. Now Patti Lee had pretty much the same view of Martha that 
Abigail had. The only difference was that Patti Lee was actually in the 
room, while Abigail was in her own bedroom having her throbbing asshole 
eaten out! 

"Reach around in front of me and play with my cunt while you're eating my 
asshole out! God damn it! Do I have to tell you everything, Mary Margot. 
There was a time when I thought you were beginning to understand me and what 
I want. You're really asking for it, aren't you! Well, just keep it up, Mary 
Margot, and you're gonna get what you've been asking for!" 

Abigail was in fine form this evening! 

The sight of Mary Margot on her knees in back of her was a real turn-on! She 
activated one of the videotape machines. This was a scene she wanted for her 
permanent library of porno tapes. 

Yes, Abigail had done well when she went out into the world. The business 
she'd gone into was the business of porno video tapes. The expenses were 
minimal and the profit was maximum. The only real cost was the cost of the 
videotape equipment, and that was a good investment in and of it self. 

Take the typical camera, for example. The going price was four thousand 
dollars and change. But its resale value was about thirty-two hundred. That 
meant she could use the machine for two years and the total cost would only 
be about eight hundred dollars. 

There was also tax depreciation to take into account. 

That mean, in effect, that the equipment almost paid for itself. As did 
everything else in the videotape porno business. For example, Abigail 
Hendrix never paid her models . anything. Why should she? They never even 
knew they were being videotaped! And even if they should find out that they 
were the unwitting subjects for videotape porno, what could they do about 
it? Sue? 

That was out of the question! 

So Abigail owned what was probably the best privately owned videotape system 
in the country. It was currently installed in the secret spaces in her 
school, The Mary Margot Loeb School for Young Women. When the time came to 
move on to newer, fresher fields (so to speak), it was simply a matter of 
closing the shool and having workmen remove the equipment once the school 
was empty. 

Then the idea would be to take the equipment, open another school, and 
continue her career as a school owner and maker of videotape porno. It was a 
nearly perfect scheme. First, the girls provided all the subject matter she 
needed. Second, none of them would ever find out they were starring in 
hardcore porno videotapes because all of the tapes were released in Europe, 
Asia and South America. The only North American buyers of Abigail's 
videotape porno were very well-to-do and very, very close-mouthed! They were 
hardly in a position to make trouble for anyone! 

The third point had to do with the tapes if any of the girls should find out 
about their starring in porno without their knowing it. What it boiled down 
to was blackmail. All the girls came from monied families. 

The Mary Margot Loeb School for Young Women was very, very expensive, and 
that meant that only the "best" girls could afford to attend this school in 
the first place. 

If any of the girls or their families should happen to find out about 
Abigail's porno industry (and that, in itself was extremely un-likely), all 
Abigail had to do to squash any hassle they might try to make was to show 
the tapes to them. That would shut them up. 

It would shut them up fast! 

Why am I thinking about business when I'm having my asshole eaten out and my 
cunt played with? Abigail asked herself. Sometimes the way her mind worked 
amazed her. She was perfectly capable of thinking three things at one time, 
three and even more! She was as versitle as the videotape system she was so 
rightfully proud of! Talk about split-screen talents. Her own personal 
screen of mind was split more ways than that! Talking to herself was like 
looking into the infinite reflections of herself and Mary Margot in the 
endlessly reflecting mirrors around her control chair. 

Abigail looked around in the mirrors and watched Mary Margot's bopping head 
as the aristocratic woman eat her ass out. She was sending shivers of 
delight coursing through her amazon's body. She was goose bumps from 
ankles-to scalp! 

God, it felt good! Almost as good, if not better, than Mary Margot's 
experienced fingers digging around in her juicy, wet, hot cunt! Yeah! Her 
clit was alive with pleasure, twitching and jumping like the level on a 
scale birds were landing on and launching from. It was a miracle of 
activity. 

Abigail could feel her cunt juices running down the insides of her 
wonderfully long and well-proportioned legs. It felt good. 

"Lick that cunt juice from my legs!" Abigail demanded, setting her feet wide 
apart and leaning in even more heavily across the electronic arm of her 
elaborate control chair. She braced herself as her lover's hot, wet tongue 
licked the insides of her legs clean. 

Abigail heard a cough coming from the speaker under monitor number nine. It 
was the monitor focused in Marsha Lundberg's room. The tall blond girl was 
still a fascination for Abigail. 

God, she almost fell under Marsha's influence. Imagine, she, Abigail 
Hendrix, almost lost her ability to dominate to a girl exactly half her age! 
Silly, but true. Marsha had almost taken her under control! There was 
something about her that gave Abigail strange and unusual feeling of wanting 
to please instead of wanting to please. 

Maybe it was because Marsha had always been so cool. Abigail was never able 
to turn her fully on. And she knew it. It was frustrating because Abigail 
was extremely turned on by Marsha. That's what gave the handsome girl the 
advantage in their situation, the fact that Abigail was so very hot and the 
girl was always so very cool. 

Sometimes during Abigail's "seduction" of the girl, Abigail had to ask 
herself who was seducing who. She had often had the distinct impression that 
Marsha was seducing her, not her Marsha. 

And it was maddening! 

Something had had to be done about it, and the only thing to do was to take 
command and control and be brutal about it. Abigail had done that, and 
Marsha had submitted. But the submission was somehow incomplete. It wasn't 
what it should have been, that much was evident right from the very 
beginning. 

For example, Abigail would be floating around in the highest reaches of 
sexual pleasure and Marsha (who was somewhere in the same regions, one would 
suppose) would suddenly announce that she wanted a rum and Coke! 

It was things like that that gave the girl the advantage and put Abigail on 
the receiving end for a change. Well, it had been a dangerous situation for 
the amazon-like Abigail and she had had to put a stop to it. 

She did it the easiest way. 

She simply put an end to their relationship. But it hadn't been the ideal 
answer because Abigail realized that she still had sexual feelings for the 
girl. If she were now ahead of the game it was because she had quit while 
the quitting was still getting good, not because she had won any sort of 
major victory over Marsha. 

Abigail had simply retreated. And now there she was, Marsha Lundberg! She 
was still standing in her own bedroom in front of a full-length mirror 
trying on the ball gowns her grandmother had left her. She was still holding 
one gown after the other up to her otherwise naked body. She was still 
primping and posing in the mirror, her back bare, her front temporarily 
draped first in one gown, then another and then another. 

Patti Lee Goldberg still sat where she flopped down when she had first 
entered the room. 

She was watching Marsha with great interest and Abigail leaned forward, 
staring in the monitor that was revealing the scene in Marsha's room. 

Abigail was leaning forward because she thought she saw something in Patti 
Lee's eyes that she-hadn't noticed before. A look of interest in Marsha that 
spoke of more than casual interest! 

There was still no conversation or sound of any kind in the room, with one 
exception. And the exception was the sound of the old ball gowns as they 
were picked up, tried on, and discarded one after the other after the other. 

Neither girl had as of yet said so much as one word between them. Patti Lee 
had simply walked into Marsha's room and made herself comfortable in the 
best chair. Marsha simply went on doing what she was doing, holding the 
gowns up against ther naked body. 

The girls didn't talk about fashion, the old days, boy friends, sex or 
anything else. They simply went on with what they were doing, but something 
was passing, nonetheless, between them. Of that Abigail was absolutely 
certain. There was no mistaking it, there was something definitely going on. 

But what? 

It was driving Abigail crazy! The idea that her wonderful Marsha might be 
having some secret affair, of any kind, with Patti Lee Goldberg was 
offensive. 

Patti Lee was pretty, that was true, but there was something genuinely 
offensive, even repulsive about the girl. She was sneaky and untrustworthy. 
Despite her body, which was better than usual, and despite her face, which 
was handsome in a sort of classic way, Patti Lee was'not an attractive 
person. 

On the contrary, Patti Lee was a most unattractive person. She was a snoop 
and a trouble maker. From the very beginning Abigail was cool toward Patti 
Lee despite the girl's obvious interest in the beautiful, blond amazon. 

Now the two girls sat and stood quietly in Marsha's room. They were a study 
in contrasts. Patti Lee was blond and had the look of a silly, giggly show 
girl. It showed even in the way she dressed. No matter how expensive Patti 
Lee's clothes were (and they were very expensive) she always looked like a 
tramp, overpainted, over dressed and no sense of balance or taste when it 
came to colors, fabrics, cut, fit and so on. 

Marsha Lundberg, on the other hand, was always the epitome of chic. She 
looked like some one from the cover of Vogue. She was cool, understated and 
elegant. 

Patti Lee tended to slouch and flop around. She never sat in a chair. She 
fell into it! She never opened a door. She lurched against it with her body 
and shoved it open. She was awkward and heavy in her movements. 

Marsha was the exact opposite. The was the living embodiment of grace. 
Marsha didn't so much move as float. She was like a line from the English 
poet: ' Whereas in silks my Julia goes, the liquification of her clothes!" 
That was Marsha for you. She walked like a professional dancer. 

Yes, the two girls were definitely a study of opposites. Patti Lee was 
short. Marsha was tall. Patti Lee was stocky, almost plump. Marsha was thin, 
but elegantly so. Patti Lee had her hair dyed an almost white/blond. No one 
knew her real color. Marsha's hair was a natural jet black. 

Marsha turned from the mirror. She had been studying a floor-length light 
blue ball gown. Its flared skirt looked stunningly contemporary when she 
held it against her tall, slim body. 

Abigail was thinking to herself that Marsha's grandmother, who had long ago 
purchased and worn the gowns, must have been a striking woman. She found 
herself looking forward to meeting the old lady if the chance should ever 
come about. 

Abigail like women, all women. It made no difference what their age, their 
race, their nationality, their politics or whatever. So long as they were 
women, that made even the least of them more attractive, much more 
attractive, than any of the other half of the human race: Men! 

Men were the truly disgusting one! 

That's why Abigail never actually attacked or out-rightly condemned any 
woman, never! Why condemn any women when there were so many disgusting men 
walking around loose. That's why even Patti Lee didn't seem absolutely out 
of the question insofar as Abigail was concerned. 

She was still a cunt, after all, and any cunt was better than a cock! 

Abigail didn't kid around when it came to her sexual preferences. There was 
no way in the world the best man on the planet could be as attractive as the 
least woman around to be had. Marsh then turned from the mirror, still 
holding the blue gown up against the front of her naked body. She was 
smiling, with a faraway look in her eyes. Was she dreaming of better, 
gentler days when men and women dressed like men and women and there was a 
code of honor and decency instead of the vulgar everything goes philosophy 
of today; 

Marsha had the look of a romantic poet about her. 

"Isn't this just the lovelies thing in the world," Marsha asked, kicking her 
legs into the full skirt and making it billow out in front of her like blue 
clouds. "I just love this dress. It's so innocent and sweet and lovely. It's 
everything a woman should be Nothing harsh about it, no hard lines." 

Patti Lee sat slouched in the big chair opposite the mirror. She had her 
heavy but shapely legs crossed crudely in front of her. Her gown was open 
and revealed a generous portion of thigh. 

Abigail had to admit the girl was sexy in her own crude way, yes. Even 
though Patti Lee could be working as a hostess in some cheap hillbilly bar, 
she was still a woman to be seriously considered. 

Patti Lee was hot! 

She let her ridiculous fluffy slipper hang from her foot. She always wore 
tasteless things like that. It was as if she did all her shopping in the 
Grant stores, and in the second basement at that! 

"Why don't you get over here and eat my pussy out, you fucking romantic 
cunt!" Patti Lee said quietly, as if she were reading the weather report 
aloud. Her voice, or rather the tone of her voice, revealed nothing. 

Abigail turned the sound up! She couldn't believe her ears! She herself had 
tried that approach with Marsha and it had gotten her nowhere. Now here was 
that rediculous young cunt, Patti Lee Goldberg doing the same thing! 

What effect would it have on Marsha? 

Abigail could hardly wait to find out! 

And the answer wasn't long in coming! 

Marsha gently laid the blue ball gown across the back of the nearest chair 
and walked naked over to Patti Lee. She stood there in front of the girl, 
looking down at her, a faint smile playing across her beautiful lips. 

Marsha seemed to be sweating a bit, despite the fact that the room must have 
been somewhat cool, fireplace or no fireplace. She was obviously turned on, 
but was it with anger or sexual passion? 

"You think I'm a romantic? Do you really? Do you really think I'm a silly 
romantic, Patti Lee?" Marsha was asking the younger girl. Patti Lee was only 
fifteen, almost sixteen, but she already had the makings of a real tough 
woman. Indeed, if fact be know, that was exactly what Patti Lee was at 
sixteen: A real tough fully-developed woman! 

The silly appearance, the ridiculous use of makeup, the fluffy houseshoes, 
it was all a disguise, a cover-up. It had nothing more to do with the real 
Patti Lee Goldberg than the color of shoes has to do with the quality of 
shoes. 

"I know you're a fucking romantic! All flowers and butterflies, that's what 
you think! Well, friend Marsha, that's where you're all wet. And I don't 
mean wet between the legs. That would be better. But, no, you're wet behind 
the ears. You're fucking young for your age. You don't know shit!" 

Patti Lee didn't waste any time putting Marsha down. She said exactly what 
she wanted to say and didn't make any attempt whatsoever to modify or tone 
down her point of view. She didn't seem to care what Marsha felt. 

Each of her statements felt like a slap in the face! Abigail could feel the 
ferocity of Patti Lee's words right through the videotape monitor. The girl 
had tremendous nerve! She was a real ballbuster! Or cunt-cracker, as the 
case may be! 

Abigail leaned her beautiful ass out even further. She wanted Mary Margot to 
get her tongue deep into her asshole. And Mary Margot did just what she was 
supposed to. For once she got it right! 

Mary Margot grabbed Abigail's lovely asscheeks and spread them wide. Her 
rosebud of an asshole was already wet and hot from the thorough and 
long-lasting licking it had already received. 

Mary Margot could see Abigail's asshole twitching with anticipation. It 
seemed to be leading a life of its own. It puckered and unpuckered as the 
tall, blond amazon senses the delights that would soon be forth-coming! 

Mary Morgot buried her face in her lover's asscheeks. She stuck her long 
tongue out as far as it would go and shoved it straight into the waiting 
asshole. It was hot and wet, both from Mary Margot's own hot, wet tongue and 
from her own interior ass juices. 

Mary Margot could smell a slight odor of shit as she shoved her face into 
Abigail's asscheeks. It only served to turn her on even more. Anything and 
everything Abigail had to offer was simply the best in the world, and that 
was that. Mary Margot adored Abigail like a priestess adores her god. 

It was a pleasure and a thrill and a duty to give Abigail as much pleasure 
and satisfaction as was humanly possible. Whatever Abigail wanted, she 
deserved. There was no doubt about it. That was simply the way it was. 

"Ohhhh!" Abigail sighed. "That's good. That's a good feeling. You're doing a 
good job of eating my asshole. Keep it up. Don't stop. Eat my asshole out 
good. Pretend you're starving and dying of thirst and my little asshole is a 
hamburger and a cherry Coke. Take the hole that refreshes!" 

"I'm sorry you feel that way about me," Marsha was saying to Patti Lee, her 
eyes cast down, her face blushing with embarrassment. " I admit I haven't 
been around much. But, gee, Patti Lee, I'm lucky to be here instead of some 
convent school. My grandmother may be pretty much the swinger in the family, 
but she's the wild one in the whole group. Even her daughter, my mother, 
thinks she's outrageous." 

"You're breaking my fucking heart," Patti Lee said, flipping her way through 
a back copy of Home and Garden. 

"Why don't you take me seriously," Marsha said, her voice pleading for 
understanding and compassion. 

If only she had talked to me that way, Abigail thought to herself. How 
different things could have been. But you didn't show the proper interest or 
the proper respect. And now look at you, you silly girl! Now you.'ve come 
under the influence of stupid Patti Lee. Well, it serves you right. I hope 
she breaks your heart for you! 

Marsha stood naked in front of the younger, wiser girl. She felt stupid and 
useless. "Isn't there anything I can do to please you?" Marsha asked. 

"You can get down on your fucking hands and knees and eat my pussy out while 
I finish looking at this stinking old magazine of yours," Patti Lee said, 
still not bothering to look up from her 'reading." 

"Is that what you really want?" Marsha asked, hoping she'd hear something 
different. What she wanted to hear were words of tenderness and compassion 
and understanding. Marsha really loved Patti Lee and she wanted their 
relationship to be pure and beautiful just like the romances she had been 
reading all her life. 

"You live in a fucking book! You talk like a fairy tale! You are stupid and 
shallow. You think you aren't, but you are!" Patti Lee said, glancing only 
once at Marsha, and the glance was full of contempt. 

"But I want the best for us," objected Marsha. "I only want what's best for 
both of us, believe me, Patti Lee. I don't want to argue with you. I-want to 
love you, just as you love me." 

"Well, if you want to love me like you say you do, why don't you get down on 
your hand and knees and make love to my pussy the way I want you to. You 
always want to talk before we have sex. Well, I don't want to talk. I want 
your mouth on my cunt, where it belongs. Talk is cheap. Let's see some 
action." 

With that, Patti Lee spread her legs wide in front of her, skooting down in 
the chair at the same time. Now the lower half of her body was suspended in 
the air in front of the overstuffed chair. Her ass and cunt were easy to get 
to. 

And Marsha got to it! 

She slowly kneeled down in front of Patti Lee. She opened the younger girl's 
gown and folded aside on either side of her body. Patti Lee was beautiful! 
There was no denying it. 

Another fifteen pounds and she'd be fat. But as it was, she had a wonderful, 
inspiring body. 

Abigail leaned forward to adjust the camera controls. Mary Margot had to 
lean in further, too, if she wanted to keep on tongue-fucking her lover in 
the asshole. And she did want to! She loved doing it! It made no difference 
that her tongue was aching and her jaw hurt. The only thing that counted was 
Abigail's pleasure. 

And pleasure Abigail she would! 

The television camera in Marsha's room swivelled on command. It was pointing 
straight at the chair now. Abigail pressed another button and the zoom lens 
moved in for a close-up pan of Patti Lee's beautiful body. 

And all of it in brilliant living color. 

The girl's white body was out-lined by the black of her lacey nightgown. Her 
plump but firm limps were stretched out wide and casually across the chair. 
She held the magazine up in front her eyes as she turned one page after the 
other. She did it with a great air of indifference. Such a cunt she was! 

Because of the back copy of Vogue, Abigail wasn't as yet able to videotape 
Patti Lee's face. It was being held up in between the girl's face and the 
camera lens. Well, she'd simply have to wait for that shot. 

Abigail was sure her opportunity would come before this little meeting was 
over with. She was real sure! 

Now both girls were naked. The blond, plump girl stretched out in the chair 
with her legs spread wide in front of her, and the tall, think dark girl 
kneeling in front of her. They made a wonderful picture. This was a 
videotape that would sell like crazy! 

What a great way to make a living, thought Abigail to herself. Just think: 
All the profit from the school and all this profit from the porno! What a 
great setup! And that doesn't even include the pleasure I get from watching 
the girls in action even as the action is taking place in my own personal, 
private studio! 

Abigail knew plenty of lesbians who would gladly give their left tit for an 
opportunity like hers. But, after all, Abigail worked hard to get where she 
was today, and she didn't tell any one but Mary Margot her secrets, no one. 
After all, too many cooks do spoil the broth, and Abigail herself was all 
the cook Abigail needed. 

"Come on!" Patti Lee said impatiently. "Let's have some action. You gonna 
spend the whole night down there just looking at the thing. That may get you 
off, cunt, but it doesn't do a thing for me. Let's have some of that 
good-looking face of yours inside my pussy. Don't you hear it purring for 
you?" 

Marsha leaned forward and started licking the well-formed outer pussy lips. 
She trembled. 

Marsha started licking the well-formed outer pussy lips lodged between Patti 
Lee's big, white legs. Marsha's long hair fell against the inside of Patti 
Lee's thighs and that, in itself, felt almost as good as the actual tongue 
running up and down, up and down the throbbing pussy lips. 

Patti Lee started moaning behind her back copy of Vogue. 

The young cunt was a master at making her partner feel inadequate even while 
she was experiencing the greatest thrills. Patti Lee had a natural, inborn 
gift for making those around her fell as if they owed her a favor. She was a 
genius at making others be responsible even for their best efforts. 

Patti Lee stretched her left leg out in front of her and started rubbing her 
foot between Marsha's legs. 

Now it was Marsha's turn to moan. She buried her face in Patti Lee's hot, 
wet cunt. Her tongue went exploring and wasn't content until every bit of 
flesh she could possible come into contact with had been licked over and 
over and over again. 

The juices were running out of the plump blond girl like a oil well! Marsha 
licked the juices up as well as she could, swallowing them down and diving 
back for more, over and over again. 

Patti Lee continued to rub her foot in between Marsha's legs. She-liked the 
feeling of the dark -haired girl's bush against the arch of her foot. She 
liked the pressure of her thighs when they closed around the rocking foot. 

Then she got the idea of toe-fucking the tall, thin, dignified girl. Patti 
Lee twisted slightly in the big chair and positioned herself for the attack. 

But before she began she said, "Alright, enough of the fucking around. Now I 
want you to eat my cunt like you mean it. My poor clit has been absolutely 
fucking ignored, and my clit doesn't like it and neither do I! You'd better 
get straightened out, Marsha, or so help me I won't let you eat me out any 
more, at all!" 

Poor Marsha went crazy with concern! It would be the end of the world for 
her if Patti Lee didn't want her any more, she had to satisfy her! She had 
to make the girl think she was the best sex possible. It was her only hope" 

Marsha buried her face so deeply in between Patti Lee's legs that she had to 
struggle for air. Oh, how she wanted to be inside her! Oh, how she wanted to 
make her wiggle and squirm with pleasure. She longed to please the girl in 
ways she never even thought were possible! 

Now Patti Lee had her big toe well into Marsha's cunt. Yeah, it was all wet 
and hot. The bitch was already coming. Nothing but a toe and she was wetting 
the carpet like a cracked dam. Well, Patti Lee decided, let's see how you 
like this? And she shoved even more of her toe into the eighteen year old's 
cunt! 

Marsha gasped so violently, she lost her grip on Patti Lee's cunt. She had 
captured it with the tips of her front teeth and had been chewing on it ever 
so gently, but when Patti Lee shoved her foot up her cunt, Marsha lost 
control. 

"Oh, that's wonderful, Patti Lee!" Marsha cried, looking up at the seated 
girl in front of her. Her eyes were smoky with passion and love. That she 
was crazy about Patti Lee was obvious to the least experienced observer. 

"You like that?" Patti Lee teased, shoving her foot even deeper into her 
suffering lover's cunt. "You like Patti's feet in your cunt? Well, maybe 
some day I'll get us a nice big dildo and I'll shove that up there, too. You 
deserve everything you can get up there up there, because that's all you are 
and that's all you'll ever be ... is a cunt! So get back to work and eat me 
up!" 

Marsha fell back to the wonderful task commanded her. She couldn't be 
happier than she was when she was giving Patti Lee the pleasure she 
demanded. It was all so right and wonderful. At times like this, she didn't 
care what Patti Lee was like or how she treated her. Everything was perfect 
and Marsha would just have to put up with Patti Lee's strange and dominating 
ways if she wanted their affair to continue. 

"That's not the way to do it! Cunt! I told you want I wanted. Work on my 
clit! What's a clit for if not to be worked on! Will you do what I fucking 
tell you, or do you want your tits worked on!" 

Patti Lee screamed at Marsha and reached down in front of herself and pulled 
the poor girl's head in between her legs. She locked her legs around the 
girl's back, crossing them at the ankles. Now Marsha couldn't back away and 
her face was buried in her lover's hot, wet, drooling pussy! 

Then Patti Lee reached down in front of herself for a second time. She 
grapped to handfuls of Marsha's long black hair. And, taking the two ropes 
of hair in hand, she leaned back in her chair like a driver in back of two 
horses. 

Then she used the strands of hair like a harness and started pulling Marsha 
into her body. She yanked the hair and let it go, using it to control 
Marsha's movements with great precision. 

The tall, dark, dignified girl made no attempt to resist or assert herself 
in any way at all. She simply allowed herself to be used in the grossest 
manner. And the more she yielded to the demanding Patti Lee, the more Patti 
Lee demanded. There didn't seem to be any limit in the implied threats the 
younger, plump girl made. 

And that was part of the excitement of it! 

Not knowing how far Patti Lee would go. 

It added a lot of hot spice to their love-making. Who knows what Patti Lee 
would come up with next. There was no was of guessing, no way of knowing. 
But the one thing Marsha did know was that whatever it was or would be, it 
would definitely be just what she wanted to do the' most. 

For Patti Lee seemed to be reading Marsha's mind most of the time. The plump 
girl seemed to know more about what was going on. in Marsha's head than 
Marsha herself did. And no one could explain it. Of that, Marsha was sure. 
Of course, she hadn't asked anybody, she didn't dare. But that wouldn't make 
any difference anyhow, because Marsha was sure it was a mystery that could 
no be explained. 

And she was right. 

There was no explaining it, and there was no need to explain it. All that 
counted was that it existed, it was a fact, and she liked it! 

Patti Lee was pulling the reigns of Marsha's hair so hard, Marsha had to 
brace her back and try to hold herself somewhat away from her lover. It Was 
either that or suffocate. Also, she reached forward with both hands and put 
them between Patti Lee's thighs, grabbing the soft, firm flesh and pushing 
the upper thighs away from each other. 

Patti Lee liked the feeling of the girl's hands on her body. 

"Rub my body, you cunt! Reach up with your hands while you're eating my cunt 
and play with my tits. My nipples are killing me." Patti Lee demanded. 

Abigail, watching the whole show on her closed-circuit television system 
felt her own nipples getting even harder than thay hand been. She reached up 
and massaged them, pinching and pulling them as Mary Margot continued eating 
her asshole out and playing with her drooling cunt. 

It was quite a four-way party! Too bad all four of them weren't in the same 
room. That would make it even more interesting and entertaining and amusing 
than it already was. After all, Marsha Lundberg and young, plump Patti Lee 
Goldberg weren't even so much as aware that a party was going on! 

Such was the beauty of the situation. 

Abigail could literally have her cake and eat it, too. There wasn't anything 
that wasn't within her gasp. For example, if she actually wanted to 
participate in the scene unfolding before her eyes on the videotape monitor, 
all she had to do was get up and walk in on Marsha and Patti Lee. 

She had already had Marsha, and Patti Lee was ready for the picking any time 
she wanted to bother with it. The thing was: She really didn't want to 
bother. Watching the action on television was almost as exciting as actually 
participating, maybe even better. 

It was safe! 

The close call Abigail had had with Marsha was all the warning the strong 
amazon needed. Not that the girl had really tried hard to dominate her, but 
she could have if she had tried. 

That was the point! 

Luckily for Abigail, she caught on to what was happening in her own head 
even before Marsha had. That was the advantage of experience and some extra 
years: One learned to avoid traps. 

And Abigail was not about to ruin her years of work or threaten her own 
security by getting carried away over just two young girls. No way. Not 
since there were more than thirty others to choose from. 

And she hadn't even tried some of them yet, willing and ready as they were. 

No, some things were better left undone. Now any problem that might develop 
because of Marsha's and Patti Lee's sexuality would be their problems, not 
hers. It gave Abigail a lot of pleasure in other ways to know that she had 
such perfect control over herself and that she would never make a serious 
mistake in the handling of her affairs. 

Abigail adjusted the electronic controls and the television camera hidden in 
Marsha's room pivoted in a ninety degree angle. Now it was peering into the 
mirror Marsha had been using when she had been trying on her grandmother's 
old designer ball gowns. 

It gave her a new and second point of view, like seeing the dancers on the 
old Jackie Gleason show through a mirror in the ceiling. That's how all 
those formations were made by the dancers when they used their bodies for 
pattern routines. 

Now the view Abigail was even better than the one she had before. It was as 
if the camera were in Patti Lee's lap. Every hair on her groin was clearly 
visible. She could see Marsha's forehead as it bobbed up and down in between 
Patti Lee's big, white legs. The contrast of the black hair and the white 
legs was thrilling. 

Abigail could almost smell the cunt juices! 

Of course, they were her own and Mary Margot's she was smelling, but she had 
the distinct impression that she could actually smell the cunt juices of the 
two girls' cunts! 

Abigail suddenly went crazy with passion! 

She fell to her knees, pushing Mary Margot away from her with a sudden, 
almost violent shove. Mary Margot groaned with humiliation and fear. Now 
what had she done wrong? Why was she always making stupid mistakes? 
Sometimes she didn't even know she had made a mistake until it was too late. 

Mary Margot felt like crying, but-of course-she didn't dare. Tears were 
something Abigail couldn't stand. She simply wouldn't tolerate tears. So 
Mary Margot had to contain and control herself as best she could. 

She lay sniffling on the floor in front of the control chair. 

Abigail stood looking down at her and suddenly, like a wild animal, she 
grabbed Mary Margot to her breast and started kissing her passionately! She 
shoved her tongue deep into her throat. 

Oh, how she loved Mary Margot! There was no doubt about it, none whatsoever 
in the world. She was such a good slave, so willing to do whatever she was 
told. Abigail felt the waves of affection sweeping over her. 

She kissed Mary Margot as if they were making love for the first time. Her 
lips were sore with the pressure of the kisses. Still she went on, not 
caring if there was pain involved or not. 

Mary Margot moaned with delight. At last, Abigail was taking the initiative. 
At last, Abigail was kissing her. It was too wonderful. Too good to be true. 
But it was true, and Mary Margot was in heaven! She kissed Abigail back and 
the two of them floated away on a raft of pleasure and satisfaction. Sex 
with love was the best in the world, and the two highly-experienced women 
were in love with each other. 

The two women fell full-length on the floor. 

They kissed each other nipples with great passion. They took turns thrilling 
each other. Sometimes a bit of a struggle would take place as they jockeyed 
for position. It was a love duel, and even the loser was a winner! 

They ran their hands over each other. No place was left untouched. They 
touched each other's necks and shoulders and arms. They rubbed their tits 
and chests and waists. The massaged their legs and calves and ankles and 
feet. 

What sweet sensation. 

They explored each other's pussies with their fingertips, each driving the 
other to higher and higher levels of involvement. Now they played with their 
pussies as they Frenched each other, the tongues crossing each other like 
swords in a duel. 

They started coming at the same time, and the fluid flowed freely ... like 
the Amazon! 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

When at last it was over, it wasn't over! 

True, the two women were exhausted, but they continued their love-making 
anyhow. Now the passionate kisses were tender. Where before they were 
crushing and bruising each other, now they barely touched each other with 
their lips, fingertips, their bodies. 

And it was just as exciting as the other approach had been. The thrill of 
casual touching was all new to them, like they had never had sex with each 
other before. 

Now both their bodies were extra-sensitive, and the slightest touch had a 
major reaction. Just sucking gently on an ear would send Mary Margot into 
realms of pleasure. The soft lips sucking on the lobes of her ears were an 
unimaginable delight. How wonderful Abigail was! 

Mary Margot started sucking on Abigail's neck. That was one of the things 
she liked to do best. But she was seldom allowed to do so, because of the 
marks the sucking could leave. Abigail didn't like to advertise her sex 
life, so bruises on her neck were definitely out. 

Once Mary Margot has made the terrible mistake of biting Abigail's neck over 
and over again for more than an hour. Of course, both women had been on the 
throws of passion, and Abigail hadn't made any effort to stop what was 
happening. 

She had been enjoying it too much to call it to a halt. 

But later, when she looked at herself in the mirror and saw all the horrible 
dark bruises all up and down her throat, Abigail had been infuriated! She 
had been outraged! She punished Mary Margot severely for her offense. 

Mary Margot had had to sleep cuffed hand and foot at the foot of Abigail's 
bed for a week. 

But the worst of it was that she wasn't allowed to even touch Abigail, not 
in the slightest, most innocent fashion. Not even a kiss or a casual 
petting. She was banned from Abigail's body and she suffered intensely 
during that terrible period. 

Of course, Abigail suffered, too. For, to tell the truth, Abigail loved Mary 
Margot and wasn't capable of inflicting long range punishment on the 
aristocratic woman without suffering loss herself. 

But there were consolations. There were the girls. During the week when Mary 
Margot was banned from Abigail's body, Abigail slept with and seduced three 
of her students. It was all very exciting, but it would have been so much 
better with Mary Margot in on the action, too. 

Oh, well, that's ancient history, Mary Margot thought to herself as she 
kissed and sucked Abigail's throat in a fury of kisses. She kissed her from 
the ears to the shoulders and back again. She licked and sucked on the 
delicate flesh until it was electric with sensation and response. There 
didn't seem to be any end to their pleasure and the mutual delight of each 
other's discovery of her partner. 

They lay in each other's arms for what seemed like hours. 

It was only when the cold floor reminded them of where they were that they 
pulled apart. It was three in the morning! So much had already happened that 
evening. 

And even more was going to happen! 

It was one of those nights that demanded extremes. It was one of the nights 
that would be remembered for the rest of their lives, both of them sensed 
that and knew it to be true. 

Now the only question was: What to do? 

Mary Margot went to make martinis while Abigail walked back to the control 
chair to check out the other rooms. If nothing was going on, they'd just 
have to start something. They weren't the Head Mistress and owner of the 
Mary Margot Loeb School for Young Women for nothing! 

Mary Margot mixed the drinks with an expert's hand. They were wonderful 
creations, delicious and intoxicating all at once. 

She propped the tray with the drinks on the right arm of the fabulous 
control chair. Abigail pulled a little switch, and the tray locked into 
position. Now it was secure and couldn't fall from the chair. 

The two women drank their first drink, toasting each other. 

"To my beautiful lover and slave," Abigail announced, pleased to know that 
what she was saying was true. Mary Margot was exactly the woman she needed: 
Beautiful and intelligent and passive. 

"To my beautiful lover and mistress," Mary Margot toasted back. And she too 
was pleased to know that what she said was true, too! Abigail was exactly 
the kind of woman she needed: Beautiful, intelligent and dominating. 

They were a genuine pair of true lovers! 

And they were both getting drunk on purpose. They both wanted to get drunk 
and hot and have sex with some of their students. They were both determined 
to make this best of nights the best night in their lives. 

And why not? After all, what is life for if not to enjoy? And how can one 
enjoy if one doesn't live for the moment and seize opportunities for 
pleasure when the time was ripe and ready? 

"I guess it's time to start checking again," Abigail said, draining her 
glass for a second time. She jokingly licked her lips like a big cat, and 
she was even more beautiful than usual when she did it! 

Mary Margot finished her drink, poured the two glasses to brimming again and 
offered a third drink to Abigail. 

"I'm going to get good and drunk and then we'll go girling!" Abigail smiled 
like the pleasure-seeking adult that she was. She was literally steaming 
with sexuality. Any of the girls would be pleased to have her in bed with 
them. There was no doubt about it: They all had crushes on the two women, 
bar none, and what Abigail couldn't fix up, Mary Margot could. 

Between them both they licked the platter clean. 

Or at least they would be ... soon! 

Abigail at last sat back in the fabulous control chair and started working 
the many buttons planted in its arms. The first picture to swim into view 
was that of little Julia Wavecrest. 

She was the girl who had gotten jealous and tried playing power tricks with 
Abigail. Well, she had got stepped on faster than fast! Having just come out 
of a similar scene and not liking it, Abigail stopped Julia almost before 
she began. 

And there the girl was now, fast asleep. 

Earlier in the evening she was in her room as she was told to be. She took 
her punishment like a lady, without complaining and with dignity. She had 
suffered the ban well. Mary Margot almost felt sorry for Julia. Mary Margot 
knew how terrible it was not to be allowed near Abigail when one wanted so 
badly to be. 

Well, Julia was sound asleep at last and out of her misery. The poor little 
thing had played with herself for hours. It was some of the best footage of 
the kind that Abigail had in her file. Some of her porno customers loved to 
see young girls playing with themselves. 

They considered it the purest kind of sex to be had. Completely 
selfcontained and beautiful beyond description. Of course, Abigail had 
zoomed in for close-ups of Julia's cunt as it vibrated beneath her own 
expert fingertips. She had zoomed in for close-ups of her face as it 
distorted with pleasure. 

The Julia-jackoff tapes would bring in plenty! Too bad they didn't have a 
sound track. The language Julia had used while playing with herself was 
stimulating in and of itself! She had called out Abigail's name several 
times, many times, and as she did so she described in vivid terms what she 
and Abigail would be doing if they were there in bed ... together. 

A touch of a button and the picture being broadcast from Julia's room faded 
from the screen. Well, Abigail thought, Julia is out of the question for 
tonight. She's already exhausted with herself. 

She had played with herself for hours. She had been at it even before 
Dorothy Sullivan had arrived with her uncle, William Westchester, Jr. And 
that had been early in the evening. So Julia had played with herself for at 
least seven hours. That definitely meant she was not to be a part of 
tonight's plans. 

Abigail continued to search through the mansion with the television cameras. 
She switched again to the shower room, and this time with luck! 

Tall, sexy, redheaded Lenore DiGuisti was standing alone in a cloud of 
steam, rubbing her body with the usual bar of Ivory. Lenore was a loner, 
brilliant and aloof. True, she loved Abigail, that much was self-evident. 

But, as far as Abigail knew, the girl was still untouched, by man or woman. 
She, certainly, hadn't approached her ... yet. Maybe tonight would be the 
time. All it would take was an encouraging word, and the three of them would 
be in bed making passionate love and enjoying it all! 

"How about Lenore DeGuisti?" Abigail asked. That was unusual, for she seldom 
asked Mary Margot for an opinion. 

Lenore was washing her long hair. With her arms upraised, her full breasts 
fell from her body with a beautiful and inviting curve. She was like a Venue 
rising full-grown from the sea! 

"Well," Mary Margot hesitated. She liked Lenore well enough. In fact, she 
even found her beautiful. But Lenore's studies with Mary Margot had led them 
to a certain relationship that was best left undisturbed: Sex with Lenore 
might undermine Mary Margot's authority as a teacher. 

And Mary Margot was an extremely conscientous teacher. She considered the 
teaching of young women a sacred trust. 

Abigail knew Mary Margot well enough to knew exactly what she was thinking. 
She knew Mary Margot would have reservations. In fact, that was why she 
asked her if she thought Lenore would make a good sex partner. 

"Well, Mary Margot?" Abigail repeated. "Cat got your tongue? Let's hear it: 
Yes or no." 

"If you want Lenore, I want Lenore," Mary Margot answered. "Whatever you say 
you want is what I want. I live only for you, for your pleasure. All else is 
secondary and means little.'" 

Mary Margot's answer pleased Abigail very much, and she started to fade the 
shower room picture out. She lingered only for the briefest moment as Lenore 
started to rinse her cunt. 

Lenore was indeed beautiful, but sex with Lenore could definitely wait. 
Abigail could seduce the girl any time she wanted to. It would really simply 
be a matter of making her thoughts known. 

Lenore's love for Abigail was well-known. In fact, it was the talk of the 
school. All the girl's talked about the way Lenore felt about Abigail and 
the girl suffered because of the gossip. 

Which was ironic, in a way, because of all the girls Abigail had had sex 
with, Lenore had not been one of them, and yet she was the girl who got 
teased about it. It made Abigail smile. 

Yes, Lenore could definitely be had some other afternoon or evening. 

Now the idea was to have the best possible night with Mary Margot. Abigail 
wanted this evening to be something special, something the two of them could 
remember for the rest of their lives together. It was already so near 
perfect, there would be no point in not taking extra care now. 

"Abigail," Mary Margot said quietly, almost not daring to raise her eyes. 

Abigail turned from the monitors and looked at her lover. 

She smiled at her and said, "Yes, what is it, Mary Margot?" 

"It's, just, well ... I mean, you're going to choose the girls we want for 
the rest of the night, that's only right. I was just wondering if ... if I 
could...." Mary Margot couldn't finish the rest of the sentence. 

Abigail was feeling very pleased with her lover, and she decided to make 
tilings as easy for her as possible. 

"Just say what you feel like saying, Mary Margot. That's an order. I want 
you to tell me what it is you're feeling. So, now, what is your question. 
Come on, don't be shy. Just say it." 

"Well," Mary Margot hesitated again, "I was just wondering if, while you're 
checking out the rooms, if I ... if I couldn't eat your cunt in the same way 
as before, you know, while you're working." 

How sweet Mary Margot could be! Abigail's heart melted as she scooted down 
in the chair, spreading her legs apart. Of course, Mary Margot could eat her 
cunt out! She loved it as much as Mary Margot did. Her lover was really very 
good at what she did, and Abigail got as much loving as she could get. 

"Go to it, Mary Margot! Have yourself some Hendrix pussy!" Abigail smiled. 
She loved cooperation in a lover. It was just that more important than the 
sex itself. It set the tone for everything, and all the rest of it flowed 
out of the passive/active relationship. It was what gave sense and meaning 
to their love for each other. 

The good news drove Mary Margot mad with excitement! Abigail had agreed to 
having her pussy eaten again! Wonderful! Now she would have a chance to 
delight in her lover's warm, hot hole before the girls got into the picture 
with them. It was like having a snack before a feast. 

In a flash, Mary Margot was down on her knees lapping and licking at 
Abigail's cunt! She worked her tongue up and down Abigail's cunt lips. She 
licked them from top to bottom and back to the top again. 

She leaned forward and worked her tongue furiously from side to side inside 
the delicious cunt. She moved her tongue around and around. She could hear 
Abigail moaning as she worked the controls of the elaborate electronic 
spying system. She could feel Abigail tensing as she peeked into the girls' 
bedrooms. Mary Margot shoved her tongue in and left it in there for long, 
delicious minutes, buried in Abigail's hot, wet pussy. Already the blond 
amazon was starting to come again. She was literally an endless front of 
pussy juice, and Mary Margot couldn't get enough of the wonderful stuff to 
satisfy her. 

Abigail spread her legs even wider to give her hot lover an even better 
approach to her drooling pussy. 

God, Mary Margot thought to herself for the millionth time, Abigail is so 
very beautiful. She is like a goddess! Sure of herself and beautiful and 
tender and cruel. 

As for the rest of their evening, it was all up to Abigail! 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

For several long minutes, Abigail simply leaned back in her fabulous chair 
and enjoyed the cunt-licking Mary Margot was lavishing upon her. 

She was doing a wonderful job. Or maybe it was a carry-over from the 
sensitivity her body had developed when they were having sex earlier. 

Not that it made any difference, of course. Because it didn't! Who cared 
what the reason was, the feelings were great. Abigail had had her hot cunt 
worked on many, many times before. For about a period of about three years, 
she had even had sex five, seven, ten times a day. 

That's when she was into lots of sex with as many different women as 
possible. It was a good time in her life. Even some friendships had formed, 
true friendships that were still active years later. 

And lovers, too. Lovers had emerged from her days of many. 

So Abigail was no stranger to the art of eating out cunt. In fact, she was 
an expert. And never before had her cunt been worked so beautifully. 

Abigail couldn't keep from playing with the rockhard nipples of her own body 
as Mary Margot continued her ministrations. It felt so good to touch her own 
tits. It added greatly to her feelings. 

It was as if every pleasure Mary Margot and Mary Margot's wonderful mouth 
bestowed upon Abigail were doubled. That's what playing with her own titties 
did for her: Made all of it twice as good. 

"Oh, work those beautiful hard tits of yours, Abigail girl," Abigail said 
aloud, encouraging herself and encouraging Mary Margot in the same breathe. 
"My tits are talking pleasure with my cunt! My tits and cunt are killing me! 
Oh, my tits feel so good! I am feeling so very, very good Mary Margot, my 
cunt-eating lover! Give me more! Oh, God, give me even more!" 

Mary Margot ran the full length of her long, wide tongue straight up the 
middle of Abigail's drooling cunt walls. She could feel the ridges slipping 
past her tongue, massaging it with their yeilding humps and valleys! She 
leaned in even further. 

The elusive clit, dancing and hopping like a snake on top a hot iron stove, 
was at last cornered and ambushed. The tongue completely surrounded it, 
pushing it against its own neighboring flesh. 

Oh, it struggled to get away from its tormentor! It fought for its freedom 
and for escape from the almost-too-great, pleasure of the relentless, 
ruthless tongue! It was a prisoner of love! 

"Mary Margooooot!" Abigail moaned and groaned. 

The tongue pressed on! 

"Agggg!" was all the blond amazon could manage to articulate. She was thrown 
back in her chair, her back arched in an extreme bow, her ass held high off 
the seat, her head and shoulders thrown far back over the tall back of the 
chair. 

She was hard as a tree. 

Every muscle in her body strained her into a living sculpture of agony and 
pleasure. To look at her face that instant, the observer new to the scene 
wouldn't honestly be able to say whether or not hers was a face of terrible 
torture or terrible pain. 

Better to get rid of those ideas and words altogether! For what Abigail was 
feeling so deeply was more than any two things, more than any other 
feelings. It was an adventure of a lifetime. More exciting, even, than 
having once been attacked by a horse. 

The idea was to live to tell about it. 

Somehow, someway, Abigail was able to force her straining hand down to Mary 
Margot's head. Abigail was only just able to touch the tangled mop of hair 
on her head with a single fingertip extended to its furthest reach. 

Luckily, Mary Margot was a well-trained slave who wanted badly to do what 
she was commanded. Abigail had been teaching Mary Margot how to respond to 
her slightest touch. Theoretically, Abigail was able to direct Mary Margot's 
body and tongue with no more than a series of light touches. 

The idea was: Mary Margot was to be a fine sexual instrument that Abigail 
was to play upon, directing every note, every pause, every aspect of their 
music making. Dominance by touch. 

Command by suggestion, nothing more being needed. 

Well, it definitely came in handy this time. Mary Margot had Abigail on the 
verge of insanity with her tongue shoved up her cunt. The sensation of it 
was so great as to be almost destructive. A little more and who knows what 
might have happened to Abigail! 

She might have gone mad. 

Or she might have died on the spot! 

In any case, tragedy was averted because Abigail was able to only just touch 
Mary Margot, and Mary Margo instinctively took her mouth from the cunthole 
she was torturing. 

Thus the slave gives pleasure to her mistress. 

The training was that good. With sheer joy of discovery and pleasure in 
one's own art, Abigail stood up on the platform of her chair. She stretched 
her arms out wide, holding them as far away from her body as she could. She 
was standing on her tiptoes, holding herself as high as she could. 

She was truly a goddess! Truly an Amazon! 

Mary Margot looked up at her from her kneeling position on the floor. There 
was she whom she loved! And she was a goddess! 

The love-energy flowed back and forth between them with great force. If one 
were to put a hand between them, the energy could be felt as it pierced the 
palm and fingers of the intruding matter. 

Then, as soon as it was begun, it was over. 

The divine moment passed. 

But the evening was young and full of promise. There were thrity-six young 
girls living under the roof with Mary Margot Loeb and Abigail Hendrix. And 
now both women wanted young girls to cool their lust. 

Having sex with young girls after the fabulous sex they were having was a 
good way to cool off a bit, a good way to come down. Yes, it was the right 
thing to do. They could use the girls to' cool off and then they could get 
back to their own love making. 

Both women believed that if they peaked now, great as it was, they would be 
giving up a lesser moment for a greater. All they had to do was be patient. 
All they had to do was exercise some more control and their eventually 
climax togther would be something almost utterly fantastic. 

They knew it would mean union with the power of the universe, a sense of 
oneness with all things, a plugging into the universal energy. 

The the time was not yet ripe. It was within reach, but patience and 
discipline were required if the highest peak of thrills were to be had. That 
meant the girls would be brought into the picture as a diversion. 

They, the girls, would divert the main flow of sexual energy without 
draining it. And the diverted flow would then later meet with the total sea 
of their sexuality and the two would blend and mix! 

Abigail punched buttons and pulled switches. All eight monitors glowed into 
life, forming a huge semicircle of light around Mary Margot Loeb and Abigail 
Hendrix. Both of them were bathed in the technicolor flickering. 

And the pictures revealed their treasures! 

There, in monitor one, was Lainie Staubach. Her mother was one of the most 
notorious women in a jet set of notorious women. And little Lainie was a 
spitting image of her mother. Especially of her mother's cunt! 

The hot little fuck just couldn't get enough of whatever into her cunt and 
asshole. 

Lainie Staubach always felt as if she had big holes in her body, large empty 
spaces that hurt because they were empty. It's as if she were missing vital 
interior organs. So Lainie had a terrible passion for trying to fill herself 
up with human flesh and be a whole person once again. 

So there she was, almost a prisoner in a stuffy, expensive school for young 
women in the middle of New Hampshire! 

And to make matters worse, it was a frightfully cold January night and the 
nearest town was twenty-five miles away! What's a girl supposed to do? 

Lucky she had her dildoesi with her! 

Lainie had no idea whatsoever somebody was watching her on a hidden 
television camera concealed directly over her bed. If she had, she would 
have had an even better time. 

As it was she was doing all right. She had a huge fourteen inch cock shoved 
up her cunt. Abigail leaned forward and peered into the screen as the 
watched the young nympho shove the rubber cock back and forth, back and 
forth into her steamy pussy. 

The cock was streaked with pussy juice. Lainie worked it in and out of her 
pussy with amazing speed. The movement of her hand was literally a blur! 

Abigail wanted to be sure she was seeing what she thought she was seeing, so 
she videotaped about three minutes of the sequence at fast speed. Then, when 
she played the tape back as soon as it was recorded, the action was slowed 
down to normal: Sure enough the girl was plunging the huge cock all the way 
into her cunt, then pulling it out again, and repeating the same action over 
and over and endlessly over ... but at what a fantastic speed! Mary Margot 
was standing next to Abigail as both women watched the screen in 
fascination. Abigail was leaning forward a bit, resting the palms of her 
hands on the arm of the control chair. Her big tits were hanging down in the 
most beautiful, delicious fashion. 

Mary Margot strained her upper body around, and started licking the left 
tit. It swayed slightly at the touch and pressure of her tongue. With a 
little gently tongue-pushing the heavy tits was soon slowly swinging back 
and forth in large, lazy arches. 

The light touch of Mary Margot's feathery tongue on her swinging tits 
excited Abigail in just the right way: Far out but not overwhelming. She had 
reached a nice plateau and wanted to stay there for awhile, maybe for a few 
minutes, maybe until morning. 

She looked back at the monitor. While she was "distracted" by Mary Margot's 
tongue on her tits, Lainie had added yet another dildo to her scene. This 
was a big one, too. The extra large size of it didn't surprise Abigail. 

It's what Lainie did with the dildo that surprised her. 

Lainie was shoving the huge rubber dong into and up her stretching asshole! 
Abigail zoomed in for a close-up, her hands shaking on the control lever. 
Finally the picture steadied itself, and Abigail good a good, close look at 
Lainie's perfect asshole. 

The two inch thick cock was shoved right in the opening! The muscles around 
it looked strained. The were slightly red with effort and they were in clear 
contrast with the surrounding white flesh of Lainie's beautiful asscheeks. 

Abigail had admired Lainie's beautiful ass many times before. It was her 
best feature, actually. And it was really quite exceptional. Every thing 
about Lainie's ass (the size, the shape, the weight of it) seemed to be 
saying, "Come, fuck me!" 

And now Lainie's asshole was getting fucked right before her delighted eyes. 

"Mary Margot!" Abigail called to her lover. "Stop eating those tits of mine 
and stand up next to me. Look at Lainie Staubach! Look what she's doing with 
those dildoes of hers! The one she's got shoved up her ass is bigger than 
the one I shoved up your asshole four hours ago!" 

Suddenly Mary Margot was once again aware of the dildo she had stuffed up 
her own hole. 

"More!" 

It was still strapped in place with the leather bands. God, she had almost 
forgotten all about it. In the face of an even greater pleasure, the lesser 
pleasure will fade. The same thing is true of pain. 

"How's that dildo feel, Mary Margot?" 

Abigail asked, eyeing her lover's asscheeks. Mary thought to herself that 
she just liked the feeling. 

"Well, now that you mention it, it feels good," Mary Margot admitted. 

"Good? Is that all, Mary Margot? Is that all that dildo does for you? Look 
in that monitor! Look at Lainie! See all that cock she's got shoved up her 
asshole? Well, she loves every inch of it! Look at the expression on her 
face! Why, she's almost as high as we were! You should be feeling great! 
Feel great, God-damn it!" 

'Ohhhh!" Mary Margot groaned, the pleasure real again. Abigail's talk had 
turned her on again! Now she really could feel the giant cock in her 
asshole. The muscles in her asshole were twitching like crazy! The even got 
the muscles in her cunt going again! 

"Oh, so it feels better than 'good," doesn't it, Marv Margot! Tell me what 
it really feels like!" " 

Abigail stood smiling into her face, the good-natured anger making her look 
more attractive than ever. 

Abigail slapped Mary Margot in the face! 

Then she reached in back of her lover and, in a flash, unbelted the straps 
that held the dildo in place. With a single lunge, she pulled the thing out 
of Mary Margot's asshole! 

It popped out of the clinging, clutching flesh of Mary Margot's shit funnel 
with a gasp, as if were breathing its freedom after having been trapped for 
so long a time up that warm, hot asshole. 

Abigail handed the dildo over to Mary Margot. 

"Now," said Abigail, "what I want you to do is shove that thing up my 
asshole! Why should Lainie and you have all the asshole fun! My hole's so 
hot for a rubber cock it's burning me! Get moving!" 

Mary Margot stepped behind her lover and started shoving the cock in. It was 
well-lubricated and, once past the resisting outer hole, it slide in nicely, 
with a minimum of pressure. 

Abigail had tremendous control. She was an athlete and took pride in her 
body, both the shape she was in and the control she had. As Mary Margot was 
shoving the huge dildo up Abigail's unused asshole, Abigail simply relaxed. 

The dildo went in up to the core without causing her pain. What it did cause 
was pleasure of the greatest kind. The rubber cock sent wave after wave of 
pleasure splashing up her spine. It spread through her whole body like 
ripples from a log thrown onto the surface of a pond. 

All that pleasure and it was all coming from her asshole! 

And to think: Abigail had only been fucking in the asshole once before in 
her life. It was the work of a particularly vicious woman in Seattle, 
Washington, and Abigail didn't like it. It had hurt and it seemed too much a 
surrender of authority to have someone pushing a cock up your asshole. 

So Abigail hadn't tried it again. For all those long years, she simply 
thought she wouldn't enjoy it. But she was wrong about that. She knew it 
now. Because now there were ten inches of hard fake cock shoved up her 
asshole and it felt great, just great! 

"Work it in and out like Lainie's doing!" Abigail commanded, only just able 
to keep her voice even. The pleasure she was getting was so great it 
threatened to affect her speech. But she managed. Always be in charge with 
your slave present. 

Weakness was a private affair. Always. 

Mary Margot looked up into the glow of monitor number eight and peered at 
the close-up if Lainie's asshole. When she first looked, the entire dildo 
was up deep inside the hot, young girl. It was shoved in as far as it could 
be. 

That's when Lainie started pulling it out of her asshole. Mary Margot stared 
in amazement as the length of the cock was revealed to her astonished eyes. 
She had so much cock stuffed up her asshole, it was freaky! 

At first, it turned Mary Margot off. The sight of all the cock coming out of 
the girl's asshole seemed more freaky than sexy. It reminded Mary Margot of 
unpleasant things she had seen here and there. 

But then it started getting to her, too. 

More than a foot of cock was now showing, and there seemed to be more to 
come! But Lainie had stopped pulling it out. She was vibrating the head of 
the thing just inside the outer anal opening. 

Well, that's what Mary Margot was told to do with the dildo she had shoved 
up Abigail's asshole! She was to work it in Abigail just as Lainie worked 
her dildo in her own sweet cunty asshole. 

Abigail moaned with pleasure! Yeah, she liked that! What had she been 
missing all these years? It seemed a shame! Well, she had plenty of time to 
make up for it! 

She'd get her own collection of dildos and get to work. She had a lot to 
make up for. Now she and Mary Margot were going to work on her asshole, and 
she'd be getting some of that kind of fun, too! 

Yet another pleasure to be had! The idea of it thrilled her and pleased her. 
It was developing into a truly memorable night after all! And it wasn't over 
with yet. 

She decided to go on to something else. There were still thirty-three other 
rooms and locations to check out.. 

"You keep your eyes on that screen, Mary Margot! And you just keep it up. 
Work that rubber cock in my asshole just like Lainie! And play with 
yourself, Mary Margot! I want to see those fingers of yours working in 
there!" 

As if to illustrate her last remark, Abigail reached over and grabbed Mary 
Margot's hard nipples in her fingertips. She started rolling them back and 
forth, back and forth with her fingers. Then she started pulling them, 
further and further. 

"Yeah, I'm gonna play with your tits," Abigail said aloud, wetting her 
fingertips with saliva from her beautiful mouth. "I'm gonna work on those 
nipples of yours while you keep my asshole entertained. Now you feel 
pleasure, slave!" 


THE END
