The Red Room - PART THREE

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Stella’s emotions were in turmoil. The part of her that recoiled at what they intended to do was rapidly being swept away by a drug-induced sexual hunger that scared and excited her equally. She began to feel a prickly sensation all through her body, not unlike the feeling one gets just before perspiring. Whether that was the drug or just fear she had no way of telling.

When her hair was pushed back away from her face, she was sure. It was almost as though she could feel each individual hair. Some clips were attached to her ear-lobes and she was acutely aware of the pressure.

“This is a new device, Stella. It sends trickles of electricity into the flesh. I’m told that the effect is deliciously excruciating or excruciatingly delicious, depending on the sensitivities of the subject. I shall test it on you while we wait for the drug to take full effect.”

Stella felt a definite prickling sensation in her ear-lobes which increased until they were hot and throbbing. It wasn’t painful exactly but when the sensation turned to a regular pulse, she found her nerves clenching and unclenching in time and the heat began to permeate down toward her neck.

Meanwhile, the two women turned their attention upon each other. She couldn’t help it – Stella found herself gazing at them.

Viola went down on her knees as though worshipping a goddess and with slow sensuous movements, undid Xena’s short skirt. She then untied ribbons at her hips and Xena’s silk panties fluttered to the floor exposing a bush of silvery hair trimmed into a triangle. Xena saw Stella watching and smiled knowingly.

Viola then stood while her chain-meshed panties were removed. Apart from the line of black hair, this also revealed a large silver ring that pierced her labia, just where her clitoris would be. She reached up and grabbed a rope that dangled from the ceiling and with increasing delight allowed Xena to mortify her body. There was really no other word for it, Stella thought as she watched. Long silver chains were affixed to the one surrounding her neck and slipped through her nipple rings. She pushed her groin forward and moaned with pleasure as the ends of the chains were clipped to the labial ring.

Xena came to stand behind Stella and began to run her taloned fingers through Stella’s red tresses. “Let’s watch together,” she said. “It is truly amazing.”

The throbbing in Stella’s ears had now spread to her face and neck and delicate shivers began to probe further, igniting the desire that Stella feared was becoming inevitable. She had to look.

Viola twisted the rope around her hands until she was suspended a few inches off the floor. Then she began to twist her body this way and that. She was rocking her body so the chains were loose, then arching her back to tauten them. Stella saw that this caused the chains to run through the rings and bite into her nipples and also pulled her labial ring up to engage with her clitoris. Stella, despite herself, found the sight incredibly erotic and the probing shivers emanating from her ear-lobes reached her groin.

“She will do this till she makes herself come,” Xena whispered in Stella’s ear.

As the rhythm of Viola’s self-stimulation increased, Stella felt her own need multiplying. Viola orgasmed with a thin scream at the same moment that Xena removed the clips from Stella’s ears. The release caused a rush of a different kind to suffuse her body and Stella groaned in anguish. Despite all her efforts to deny the growing sensation, Stella had also just experienced an orgasm.

“Did you like it, Stella?” Xena asked with a wicked grin.

Stella lowered her eyes in shame and couldn’t bring herself to reply.

“Yes, I can see that you did. I shall take great pleasure in corrupting you further. But first I must do something for your posture.”

Xena took up a small device and pressed a few buttons. Stella felt the chair under her moving. The parts holding her legs in place were raised and turned outwards so that she was spread widely, as though for a gynaecological examination. She was also reclined a little further though not to anywhere near a horizontal position. She could still see directly ahead but the view was now more or less framed by her legs.

When Xena was satisfied, she began to loosen and undo the band of the skirt at Stella’s waist. She pulled the garment from under her body and dropped it to the floor.

“Ah! Hold-up stockings,” Xena exclaimed. “I’m told that men find stockings very sexy. Perhaps because it implies that the woman wearing them wishes to show that that there is no barrier to her ravishment. As a connoisseur of the Sapphic arts, I care little what men think but I think they are right that they are a ‘come on’. It works just as well for me and I shall leave them on.”

She then began to untie the cords of Stella’s corset, one by one and very slowly until it was loose. Then she daintily peeled apart the two sides, as though she were unwrapping a parcel. Stella watched herself being gradually exposed and to her bewilderment found each step an incredible turn-on. As the corset was pulled away she felt her insides turn liquid.

Xena then held out her hand and, with an almost feral grin, Viola placed into it a wicked looking curved knife. Stella gasped as Xena slipped a hand into her panties and began slowly sawing at the material with the blade. The delicate silk strands parted and little by little, Stella’s crimson thatch of hair was revealed. When the panties were reduced to shreds of red ribbon they were cast aside.

Stella could almost feel Viola and Xena’s eyes burning into her flesh. She looked from one woman’s face to the other and saw the initial admiration morph into desire and then into rapacious lust. Thin tremors ran all down Stella’s body. Fear there was but mixed with anticipation and excitement.

Then women’s hands began to explore her body – and it was astonishingly thrilling. Stella watched her own body in fascination as fingernails painted red and purple, lightly scratched and drew intricate patterns on her, from her neck to her thighs and every part of her in between. The touches were so expert her body responded like the vibrating strings of a musical instrument. Stella saw her nipples go hard and erect and she felt herself arching her back, seeking hungrily for more contact.

When a finger slid effortlessly into her, Stella closed her eyes and began to moan with pleasure. As the silky wet invasion progressed, she felt clips being fixed to her hardened nipples. The fingers in her pussy investigated further and easily found her engorged clitoris. It was moistened with her own juices and then some kind of clamp was engaged. Now she was way beyond caring what was being done to her – she was ready to relish every iota of pleasure/pain.

Slowly, by degrees, Stella felt the trickles of energy increase and pulse through her nipples and clitoris. It was barely half way to the peak when her body was wracked by the first wave of the orgasm that continued to grow till she was entirely submerged into an ocean of sexual ecstasy.

All her surroundings began to fade from consciousness. Stella was now entirely focussed on the bliss flowing through her body.

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Stella was in a sensual paradise. Bells were ringing as though the churches were celebrating her rapture but she didn’t care. She was dimly aware of the two women arguing and thought that perhaps Viola had left her side but that was of no concern – Stella’s orgasm was now self-sustaining and the intense waves of it continued unabated.

When the talons, marvellously combing through her public hair deserted her a few minutes later, she felt a twinge of regret but it did nothing to detract from the tremendous waves of orgasm crashing over her.

So overwhelmed was she with the carnal rhapsody playing through her body, and her libido’s effortless ability to maintain it, that she wasn’t conscious of the decrease in stimulation until it actually ended.

Suddenly she became aware that her bonds were being loosened and her orgasm faded away as she recovered a sense of herself, and of her predicament. She instinctively knew who it was releasing her and she opened her eyes to see the beloved face of Adam Leander. As soon as she saw him, her eyes filled with tears – some of relief but many more of guilt.

Adam grinned at her – the mischievous one he always kept in reserve for the sole purpose of teasing her. “Enjoying ourselves, were we?”

“Oh, Adam. I’m so sorry.”

“You didn’t look sorry. Quite the opposite. In fact, I’m sorely tempted to leave you like this so I can take advantage myself.”

“I was thinking of you. While they were … you know.”

“Well, I don’t know exactly. You can tell me later when you express your thanks in an appropriate manner.”

“I couldn’t help myself .You have no idea what they did to me. But all the time I was imagining you making love to me.”

“I believe you.”

“It’s true!” Tears were now flowing down Stella’s cheeks and, as Adam continued to untie her she was desperately searching his face for any clue to what he really believed.

The last rope was untied and Adam gently lifted her off the chair and held her close. “I do believe you,” he whispered in her ear.

As he helped her put on the coat she had checked in earlier, he added, “Of course, I believe you. I’m truly wonderful after all.”

Stella’s laugh was strained but she had recovered enough composure to ask, “But, what are you doing here?”

“Everybody’s got to be somewhere.”

“I mean …”

“It’s OK, Stella, I know what you mean. Grab your things and we’d better make good our escape as quickly as we can.”

Stella picked up her purse-bag that was lying close to hand and made to gather up her discarded corset and skirt but instead kicked them across the room. She took a furtive glance at Adam who was at that moment studying the chair and its associated devices, and she took the opportunity to grab Xena’s little black bag which she surreptitiously stuffed into a pocket.

“This looks interesting,” Adam said. “You can buy me one of these for my birthday. But we’d better go. The boys in blue should arrive at any moment and I promised Garth and Ria we’d avoid any official entanglements. They’re holding the fort for us by the back door.”

Hand in hand, Stella and Adam left the red room and made their way down a dingy corridor. Three monkey-suited bruisers were lying unconscious on the ground but as they rounded a corner, Stella saw her erstwhile tormentors trussed up like chickens and with ball-gags in their mouths. Stella gave them both contemptuous stares and carried on walking.

Adam pushed Stella gently towards the back door where Garth Morantz and Ariadne Gwenn were waiting. As Ria enveloped Stella in a relieved and concerned embrace, Adam bent over Xena and uttered a few soft words which Stella couldn’t make out.

The four of them darted out of the back door and tumbled into an idling cab. Frank Pears, who was driving, drove them swiftly round the back streets of Soho until they emerged onto the more salubrious streets of Bloomsbury.

As Frank drove them eastwards (the normal direction for most London cabs at this time of night), Adam told Stella about his activities.

“I’ve a confession,” he began. “I never intended to go to Scotland in the first place. I was trying to keep you out of it but I’d already planned things out with Frank here.

I needed Ria to help me get into the club; she has the right equipment, as it were.” He winked at his old friend who giggled and fluttered huge eyelashes back at him. “Garth insisted on coming too. He has a soft spot for you, Stella, though I can’t think why. Given his size, that provided sufficient accompanying muscle to be able to get into Fort Knox let alone a Soho knocking shop masquerading as a club, so I thought it’d be a doddle.

I admit though that I had no clear idea how to get at Xena, or the alleged evidence implicating your friend. My plan was simple if brutal. It consisted of Garth and me knocking down any walls that thoughtlessly got in our way, putting the fear of God into the ungodly, and seeing where that took us. As a strategy for preventing blackmail, I confess it was short on subtlety though long on compensatory violence.

Then you decided to get all wilful on me and suddenly we were engaged in a completely different game. My fault really. I should know you better by now.

Anyway, I got a call from Xena saying that she had you in her clutches and challenging me to rescue you if I could. She was pretty smug about it and boasted about what she was planning to do to you. She went into considerable detail about what she called her special operating table. Her description of events that were soon to take place was distressingly graphic, actually.”

He grinned salaciously before continued, “It sounded fascinating so I told her I’d drop by.

Of course, her arrogance was her undoing as I’d thought it might be. She then started to taunt me about the photos and the letters written by your pal. Some joke she made about you being right up against it, convinced me that the blackmail evidence was hidden somewhere in that chair. So it proved as I have it here.” He waved an envelope at Stella. “You can give it to your mate tomorrow but do advise her to be more discreet in her pleasures in future.

Anyway, to cut a long story a bit shorter, I brought forward our raid by a few hours and we swept through the joint with minimal unpleasantness, whilst ensuring that all the casualties suffered were on the side of the villainous.”

Stella raised her eyebrows and looked at him. “Aren’t I a casualty then?”

“No. Not excessively. Though you may show me your wounds later if you like.”

Ria and Garth were dropped off in Shoreditch, near their flat, and Adam decided that he and Stella should go to his place rather than expecting poor old Frank to turn back west. It was about four o’clock when Adam waved Frank off, unlocked his front door and led Stella into his home.

Stella had more or less recovered from her ordeal except for the occasional shiver and she kept her coat warmly wrapped around her although it was quite warm in the downstairs room. She sank gratefully onto the antique chaise longue she had bought him while Adam drew the curtains and poured them both a large whisky. Stella took a sip and nursed the glass while he removed his coat and hat and slipped off his shoes.

“I didn’t tell you while we were in Frank’s cab, but I took a couple more things from Xena.” He held up a DVD. “This was in a recorder by that chair. I rather suspect it’s a film of your adventures. We can watch it together some cold night when I need a little stimulation.”

Stella looked up at him and blinked away the tears forming again in her eyes.

“Or I could destroy it if you prefer.”

“Oh, I can’t think about this now. I’ll go crazy if I do. I’ll think about it tomorrow.”

“That’s my Scarlett. Finish your drink and we’ll go to bed.”

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After Adam had washed, he left Stella in the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the bath, quietly sipping the remains of her whisky and still wrapped up in her fur coat.

She waited till she heard the creak of the bed before she had a quick shower. She wanted to be alone to think. She dried herself and studied her face in the mirror. What was she to do?

Five minutes later she emerged from the bathroom.

Adam was not yet ready to sleep and he turned his head to look at her as she walked towards the bed. When she reached it, she stood there in the soft dawning light looking down at him.

She was still in her coat and had replenished her make-up. Her lips were red and parted slightly. The question was unsaid but obvious. Adam grinned at her.

Stella smiled, answer received.

“Xena said that drug lasts for several hours. You said you wanted to take advantage. Prove it to me.”

She swept away the sheet from the bed, exposing Adam’s nakedness and the first stirrings of what she’d demanded. Then she undid her coat and let it fall to the floor. Adam looked at her beautiful body and his interest hardened. Stella noticed and her smile widened.

With sensuous, feline grace she climbed on the bed and knelt astride his torso. Placing her hands above his shoulders, she dropped her head so that her hair fell and enveloped them together in its waves. “Do you still want me?” she whispered.

“Not just want – need.”

Adam felt under the pillow and brought out something that he placed on his chest. “I liberated this. A thief who steals from a thief is pardoned for a thousand years, they say. See if you can distract me enough to steal it from me.”

Stella slid her lover into herself with a sigh. She began to fuck him as slowly as her need could bear, until she had him moaning. As she felt him tense inside her, she gleefully plucked the sapphire from his chest and allowed her own orgasm to flow and intermingle with his.

THE END