Excerpt from "The Dungeons of Zenda" by Adriana Arden

 

Jenny lay spread-eagled on Flavia's bed. Her wrists and ankles were secured by cuffs that were chained to its corner posts. Her mouth was gaged so she could not protest. She was all ready to give pleasure. The posts had numerous scratches and abrasions from the chains that had been polished over many times. This was a well-used piece of furniture. There was even a square of rubber backed towelling underneath her buttocks, ready to absorb her passion juices and protect the bed sheets. That spoke of common sense and long experience. How many other slave girls had laid here before her? She felt a dark thrill of anticipation.

Flavia returned from the bathroom, wearing only a light silk robe. She smiled down at Jenny for a moment, and then slipped it off, leaving herself naked. She stood there posed with hands on hips and one foot forward and knee slightly bent, as if showing herself off to Jenny. Yes, she looked exactly like her, even down to...

Flavia rubbed her fingers through her own naked sex cleft.

'Yes, we seem to have that in common as well. Also a family trait. For obvious reasons it's not as well-known as my birthmark.'

I do look hot, Jennie thought as she stared Flavia. And for the first time ever I can say that without it seeming narcissistic.

Flavia sat down on the side of the bed and ran her hands over Jenny's body, fondling her pussy and then squeezing her hot breasts.

'These seemed to have healed very rapidly,' she observed. 'But that's good.' She rubbed and patted her some more and Jenny shivered. 'Oh, this feels almost indecent, and yet also exciting. Is it wrong that I desire you? Would that count as self-love? But then you are not me, are you? Not even, I think, a distant relation. I could compel you to tell me the truth...'

She squeezed Jenny' breasts harder, stretching and twisting her nipples until Jenny whimpered and hot tears pricked the backs of her eyes. This pressure had the effect of making milk spurt out of their tips.

Flavia started in surprise, looking at the fluid on her fingers. 'Are you nursing?

Jenny shook her head.

'Another of your mysteries?'

Jenny nodded.

'Well, in this at least, you're not like me.'

She stared at the milk dribbling down the sides of Jenny's breasts for a moment as if in slightly ashamed calculation, and then she dipped her head and lapped it up.

'No doubt this is very wicked, but you taste delicious,' she said. And then she applied her lips to Jenny's nipples and sucked hard on them, squeezing her breasts as she did so, forcing the milk out of her in little jets that she swallowed down excitedly.

Judy groaned at the sensuous feel of her breasts being drained and soft lips stimulating the sensitive rims of her areolae.

When Flavia lifted her head again there was milk dribbling down her chin and her pale cheeks were flushed. Her eyes burned with lust.

'I must have you now!'

She took something from her bedside cabinet. It was a black rubber dildo curved like a hook. The tapering tip of the hook had a bulbous cap and its inside curve bristled with many prongs. Just above these were rings to hold the middle of a securing belt. Beyond this, the shaft bent in the other direction and thickened and became ribbed, with a penis-like plum head on its end.

Feverishly, Flavia spread her legs and pushed the hook between them, jamming it upwards so that its tip popped up into her anus. This pressed the bristle of prongs into her naked cleft. She pulled the ends of the belt around behind her waist to secure it. Now the other end of the dildo jutted out from her pubic mound like a penis.

Flavia clambered onto the bed between Jenny's widespread legs and guided the tip of the dildo into her cleft and then lay down upon her, ramming it deep up into her. Jenny gasped about her gag as Flavia's body - the spitting image of her own body - bore down upon her. Their breasts mashed and flattened together, squirting more milk out of Jenny's globes and lubricating their squishy slitherings. Jenny stared up into a copy of her face looking excited and masterful and triumphant. Of course, she must have done this kind of thing many times before. Then Jenny dipped her head and kissed Jenny's gag-stretched lips.

'I command you to please me, my lying non-relation!' she said huskily.

And Jenny did. There was no fault she could find in the body writhing on top of her. It was hot and female and very lovely. It felt transgressive and forbidden and yet of course it wasn't. But that added a sense of encroaching onto dark and perverse territory. The sum of all this was irresistible. And she did not try to resist it.

Flavia's juices flowing out around the bristle of prongs exciting her slot and dribbling onto Jenny's cleft, to mingle with her own outpourings. That was so intimate! Jenny's hips bucked, almost lifting Flavia off her. Flavia rammed into her, again and again, stretching Jenny's sheath even as she pleasured herself with the inner prongs of the dildo. The naked lips of their engorged clefts kissed about the contrivance of rubber that joined them.

Then the world seemed to explode.