The Red Room - PART TWO

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Stella ordered a bottle, noting out of the corner of her eye that the patrons currently occupying the said, ‘end alcove’ were being unceremoniously evicted from their place by the huge doorman. She grinned to herself in satisfaction. It looked like her stratagem was working.

Stella casually took a seat in the darkened spot and waited for the drink to be brought over. When it arrived and she took a sip, she was disappointed but not at all surprised to learn that she had just paid more than she’d usually spend on a bottle of vintage Dom Perignon for what tasted like Asti Spumante. “Oh well,” she thought to herself ruefully, “All in a good cause I suppose.” She drained her glass and poured herself another.

A few minutes later, Viola returned. She threw aside her wrap and stood in front of Stella for several seconds, presumably wanting to be admired. Stella didn’t need to pretend. Viola was magnificent.

Apart from the shoes that Stella had already seen and approved, Viola seemed to be wearing a collection of silver chains. They adorned her ankles, her wrists, her neck and there was a thicker one around her waist. Even her panties seemed to be made of chains though the ‘weave’ was insufficiently close to obscure totally the black stripe of a ‘brazilian’ trim. She also had several tattoos in the usual kinds of places though all were small and tasteful; butterflies, birds and roses.

Apart from the fantastic panties and chains, Viola was naked. Her body was firm and athletic but very voluptuous. Her crowning glory though were her breasts which were very large and very round, and topped off with impressive dark brown nipples that were pierced with silver rings.

“So, Honey, am I … more your scene?” Viola asked in a deep, purring tone, confident of the answer.

Though Stella was still unsure how to play this in order to get the information she wanted, she was by now enjoying the game for its own sake. It was quite like old times. She smiled as she pushed a glass of champagne towards Viola and said, “Why don’t you sit down and we’ll see.”

Viola laughed. As she sat down, she languidly draped her arm on the back of the seat behind Stella. “Oh, I do like a girl that likes to play.”

She took a tiny sip of her drink and looked at Stella over the top of the glass. “You can call me Viola.”

Stella chinked their glasses together. “Hello, Viola,” she said and smiled again.

Viola put a hand on Stella’s knee and as her fingers travelled upwards, said with a pout, “Aren’t you going to tell me your name, Honey?”

Stella allowed the intimacy, indeed she encouraged it by rubbing her leg against Viola’s. “I think I like Honey real fine.”

Viola’s hand had now reached Stella’s stocking tops and her fingers were lightly scratching bare flesh. “I don’t think I’ve ever had an American woman before. Where you from, Honey?”

“Venus.”

“Do you always play games?”

“Most nights and twice on Sundays.”

Viola’s right arm was now draped possessively across Stella’s shoulders and she drew her closer and kissed her as her left hand rubbed Stella’s pussy through her panties. Stella relaxed into the kiss and allowed the insertion of the tongue. The kiss lasted a long time and Stella thought it pleasant enough though it lacked any proper passion. If Adam had ever kissed her like that she’d have slapped him real good for being such a wuss.

Viola disengaged and looked into Stella’s eyes as though searching for something. Stella smiled back beatifically though she was beginning to feel a bit odd, distracted almost.

Viola replenished the glasses and said, “Drink up, Honey. We have all night and we need to be good and wet, for what I’m planning.”

Stella giggled and drained her glass. This flirting was fun she decided though she felt slightly detached from it. The unfocused feeling grew as Viola drew Stella’s face towards her amazing breasts and, though Stella happily took a nipple into her mouth and bit it gently, she had the impression that she was watching an alter ego doing it, like in a dream.

Now Stella felt decidedly peculiar and, as her consciousness wavered she was overwhelmed by a strong, nagging sensation that she was expected to be doing something else. Viola allowed her to slip sideways onto the bench and Stella felt herself being lifted up by strong hands. She began to giggle foolishly. “Be gentle with me,” she joked in a dreamy, low tone as someone extinguished the lights.

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Stella came to slowly. Her tongue seemed to be nailed to the roof of her mouth and, judging by the pain in her head, someone was still hammering it into place. Gingerly, she opened her eyes and closed them again immediately. Entirely too bright, she decided.

Someone though was ministering to her, or at least holding a glass to her lips. She swallowed the water gratefully and her tongue slowly reverted to its normal size and position in her mouth. She went to grab the glass but her arms wouldn’t move. “Curiouser and curiouser,” she thought.

She finished the water and a voice asked, “Is that better, Honey?” It was ‘wotsername’ – yes, Viola; that was it.

“Yes, thank you.” Stella had remembered her manners at least, now her head was clearing a little. Again she opened her eyes and this time the burning light was turned away. Slowly the room she was in drifted into focus. What she could see of it was painted red; floor, ceiling and the wall in front of her.

“This is ‘The Red Room’,” Viola intoned unnecessarily though in capitals. She made it sound ominous.

Stella tried to move her arms again but they were still fixed in place. Her faculties had now returned to normal and she could guess what that meant but took a look anyway.

She was sitting in a red leather dentist’s chair, or at least that’s what it resembled. Her head was supported by the usual kind of rest but there the resemblance ended. This chair was much wider than normal and had no armrests. Stella’s own arms were angled away from her body and tied at wrists and biceps, flat to the leather, with silky looking black rope.

With a certain amount of trepidation, Stella looked down towards her feet. The chair seemed to curve slightly and supported the very tops of her buttocks but came down no further. Instead, it had two widely spaced extensions, sloping downwards and bent slightly at knee height. These were also in red leather and Stella’s legs were tied to them. Again with black, silky rope, and bound at ankles and above her knees. She was still fully clothed though, and for some reason, that reassured her.

She could move her head from side to side and, with effort, lift her buttocks off the ‘half-seat’, but that was about it.

Stella’s testing of her bonds caused Viola to give her a look in which pity seemed more or less absent. “There’s no point in wriggling about, Honey.”

“So what happens now?”

Viola shrugged. “Xena wants to talk to you.”

“Who’s Xena?”

Viola laughed. “You’re clever, Honey, as well as beautiful. I’ll grant you that much.”

“No, I mean it. Who’s Xena and why does she want to talk to me?”

Viola laughed again but cut off the merriment as soon as she heard a door opening. “Now, you can ask her yourself.”

“What can she ask me?” The voice was velvety but there were hard edges underlying it.

Viola stammered out a hesitant reply as a woman’s footsteps tapped nearer and halted close to Stella’s right-hand side. Stella turned her head to look at her. As she stared, the woman elegantly perched upon a high stool, the back and seat covered in the, seemingly obligatory, red leather. She crossed her legs with a swish and swivelled in the chair so she could scrutinize Stella in return.

The woman was slim and very tall, perhaps even taller than Stella’s own five feet eleven. She had a lightly tanned complexion and very short platinum blond hair, almost silver in colour. She seemed somehow ageless and could have passed for thirty though Stella knew she was actually fifty one. She was wearing what might have been called a burlesque outfit though on her, and with her air of cold authority, it gave the impression of a menacing dominatrix.

Every item of her clothing was a deep and dark black. High-heeled stilettos, silk stockings with even blacker seams and suspenders, a short frilled skirt and a boned corset of lace. Her modest, though perfectly rounded breasts were bare except for a pair of nipple tassels that swayed slightly as she swivelled in her chair. She wore no jewellery except a black choker with a brilliant sapphire in the hollow of her neck

Her eye make-up was kohl black and spread onto her high cheek bones in an elaborate pattern. It was dusted with silver glitter which made the black appear even more profound. Her lips were thin compared with Viola, though that would have been true of Angelina Jolie. They were painted blood red, to match her fingernails which were an inch long at least and slightly curved, like talons. The most remarkable thing about her though was a pair of eyes which matched the colour of the gem at her throat. The eyes glinted in the light but appeared rather to shine with their own internal, coldly piercing luminescence.

She was undeniably beautiful but she radiated not beauty, but a kind of calculated rapaciousness that was entirely feline in nature.

The two women’s mutual scrutiny of each other being completed, Xena Xaveria spoke. “Yes, darling Viola, your guess was correct. This is undoubtedly the celebrated Ms Stella Argent. She owns a jewel I have long desired and consequently, I have made it my business to learn what I could of her. I followed her modelling career with interest. Once, through an intermediary, I tried to engage her for a part in an exotic movie. I thought it a great shame that she declined the offer. Her debut is long overdue.”

She stood and looked down at her prisoner. “I note that you do not deny it.” she said.

“Deny what?”

“Your identity.”

“Would there be any point?”

“No. No point but it’s gratifying all the same to discover that you are neither stupid nor craven.”

“Huh! Some folks might say walking into the spider’s web is pretty stupid.”

“Is that what you did? Perhaps I regard you more as a Trojan horse. Your Adam Leander certainly still poses a threat to my activities.”

“In what way?”

Xena laughed. “As I said, you are not stupid. Even now you seek to turn the tables and interrogate me. But I will not be drawn. You, my dear, are my prisoner and must pay the consequences. The only uncertainty is how long I have at my disposal until your paramour makes an appearance.”

“We could always have a game of cards. Though I’m afraid you’ll have to deal.”

Xena laughed again. “Still you seek to play for time. In your position that is both clever and audacious. I confess I am impressed. Yes, we will play a few games but not of cards. I prefer other amusements.”

She touched the glittering blue stone at her neck.

“Do you like my sapphire? I can see that you do. It is not as celebrated as the stone you possess but sapphires suit me. I like the word association – a sapphire for a Sapphic queen, perhaps. You may study it while I ravish you.”

She turned to her accomplice. “Viola, my darling, bring me my little black bag.”

Stella watched with growing trepidation as Xena took from the bag three hypodermic syringes and a phial of liquid.

“Scopolamine I assume?” Stella said, unable to hide the slight tremor in her voice.

“Now my dear, whatever gave you that idea? You have no information that I could possibly want. No, the effects of this little serum are much more interesting. Among other things, it increases sensitivity – some say fourfold but I’ve discovered that it depends on the subject.”

Xena prepared the hypodermics and walked round to Stella’s left side. She pushed aside Stella’s skirt and stopped. “Well now, what have we here?” she said and fingered a place high on Stella’s left buttock. “A tattoo. And it’s an apple, presumably for an Adam. How touching! This is certainly the appropriate place.”

Stella felt alcohol being rubbed onto her skin and then the sharp prick as her flesh was punctured.

“It takes fifteen minutes or so to take full effect,” Xena said. “I’ve given you a generous dose so your heightened sensitivity should last for four or five hours. There is much that can be achieved in that time.”

“Wha …t.” Stella licked lips that were suddenly dry. “What are you going to do?”

“Surely you guess, my dear. But I don’t want to spoil your feelings of eager anticipation so I will add to it and tell you exactly what will happen. That is at least half the pleasure. For me certainly and perhaps, for you too.”

Xena held Stella’s head in her hands and, with the tip of her tongue, lightly licked her prisoner’s lips and then kissed her. Stella felt the woman’s tongue trying to probe but she fought it, even though the drug beginning to course through her bloodstream seemed to be telling her to relax and enjoy it.

Xena drew away and laughed at her. “Now you fight but soon you will melt, as do all my conquests. The more they fight, the deeper the submission. Your surrender, I promise, will be exquisite.

I am going to rape you, my beautiful Stella. I am going to rape you in every possible way. However, I assure you that, when the time comes, you will be begging me to do with you as I please. I am very expert at this, Stella. I will heighten your libido to such a pitch that you will be pathetically grateful for each and every invasion of your sweet body.

And then, when your man comes to rescue you, I will have him too. I have desired very few men but your Mr Leander intrigues me. I will lay him out like a sacrifice and you shall watch as I chasten his flesh and then fuck him. Then I will leave him to Viola to do with as she wills while I feast myself again on your body. When he sees and hears you willingly yield to me, he will be lost indeed.

Does that answer your question? Is the prospect not delightful?”

Stella looked at the woman in shock. Was what she said possible? The drug that now had a firm hold on Stella’s system was telling her it was. Despite the horrifying scenario Xena had laid out to her, Stella was indecently and wickedly aroused.

Xena smiled. She knew!

Then she turned to her companion. “Bend over my darling Viola.”

Stella turned to look at Viola who had now been quiet for several minutes. Stella saw that the woman’s eyes were bright and she seemed to be quivering with suppressed excitement. She did as she was bid and Xena gave her an injection before administering another one to herself.

She turned back to Stella. “As I said, it increases sensitivity. It increases sexual desire too. But then you know that yourself already. Viola particularly likes the effect and I confess I am partial to it myself. Soon, we will learn how deeply it affects you. In a woman so obviously passionate, I suspect it will be profound indeed.”

Viola had disappeared from Stella’s sight and a moment later, she heard the door being locked. The lights in the room faded to a reddish glow and she smelled the strong fragrances of roses and cinnamon in the air.

To Be Continued