"You may enter…" came the purring, sultry voice of Silva Marie from the other side of the door. Emily gave Anne a swift, encouraging smile and then slowly turned the knob and pushed it open.
"Anne, Mistress Silva Marie, bathed and prepared for you as you requested," Emily said, casting her eyes subserviently downward, ears laying back slightly.
Anne stepped tentatively through the door, drawing her still-damn plume of a tail off to one side. Unable to pick out where Silva Marie's voice had originated from, she looked about the room, eyes searching for somewhere to settle. Lit by a wide array of fat white candles and blown glass oil lamps, the bathing room paled in comparison to this one; to describe it as lavish would be an understatement.
Gold gilded structural work, offset by the soft cream of the walls, spoke of a decadence beyond Silva Marie's means. Red velvet couches and end tables rested upon carved feet on dark, richly embroidered rugs. They were set here and there about the room, as if they existed only to offset the large, gilded canopy bed set at its center.
"Very good," Silva Marie replied, waving a paw at Emily, almost lost amidst the pillows and blankets piled around her in the bed. "You may go."
Emily nodded and withdrew without another word, slipping out through the bathing room door and closing it behind her with a soft click.
Matching red velvet draperies hung heavily from the large bed's canopy, obscuring Silva Marie's presence and casting her into shadows. Anne waited nervously for a moment, unsure, then crossed the room to the bed. She kept her eyes cast downward as Emily had done. Silva Marie looked her over for quite some time before finally speaking, gesturing with one paw to the heavy, red-velvet draperies shrouding the bed.
"Pull back these draperies, girl, I want to get a better look at you."
Anne jumped and hurried to do her bidding. At every turn, she could feel the femme's eyes upon her, judging, and felt sure she knew of the burning arousal still resting between her legs. Several thick gold-woven ropes hung from each poster of the canopy. Flushing hotly, she used these to tie back the draperies at each of the four corners, fumbling with the heavy material, then returned to her original position.
She could see Silva Marie now, the intrigued disapproval written darkly upon her muzzle. The femme lay like a queen amidst her pile of feather down pillows and blankets, propped up against the headboard wearing a simple yet elegant dress of creamy brown silk. Anne recognized the mark of her own stitching at the hem.
Silva Marie followed her gaze, brow smoothing into a smile as she dropped her paw to the hem, delicately tracing the embroidered flower vine there, "Yes, I felt it appropriate," she purred, shifting her eyes back to Anne. "You caught my eye then, when I bought this," she chuckled softly, "Though it was your mother that had to point you out. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought you'd been hiding from me."
Anne darkened to the roots of her meticulously brushed hair, biting her lower lip in embarrassment, "I…" she began, but Silva Marie cut her off with the flick of a wrist.
"Silence, girl…" she barked, the smile dissolving from her face. Silva Marie slid forward briskly, drawing her legs over the side of the bed, drawing her tail out from under a blanket and sitting up. The simple, form-clasping silk molded itself to her body in soft folds, revealing much more than the ornate dress Anne had seen her in at first.
"Come closer."
Gnawing nervously upon her lower lip, painfully aware of her own nudity, Anne tentatively moved closer to Silva Marie, clasping her paws behind her back. The woman's hands reached out, looping up around the backs of her thighs and pulling her in close. Anne gasped softly in surprise, thick plume of a tail flicking outward, the feel of Silva Marie's fingertips at her inner thighs cool and impersonal.
She looked away, trying to hide her confusion and shame, not understanding the jolt of pleasure she felt at the femme's touch. How could Silva Marie, a femme she knew only by hushed whisper, and not-so-hushed rumor, elicit such a reaction in her?
Silva Marie chuckled softly, her tail flicking with amusement, immediately sensing her discomfort and arousal, "My my, Emily did prepare you well, didn't she sweetness?"
Anne remained silent, tears of embarrassment springing to her eyes, her ears laying flat back. The burning between her legs only grew as she stood there fidgeting and felt Silva Marie's gaze roving over her nude body, probing into her, seeking out her most intimate secrets. The paws at her thighs mercifully lifted, and she felt a finger slide under her chin, tilting her head up and forcing her to look up into the woman's eyes.
Silva Marie smiled at her--a cold, crafty smile. "You're horribly embarrassed, aren't you, little girl?" she purred, resting her paws upon Anne's stomach and then sliding them upward, cupping her breasts. Anne gasped softly, fighting the fierce urge to step back, to tell this woman she had no right to touch her in such a way. The truth of it, she realized, was that Silva Marie had every right. Dropping her eyes, a single tear tracing its way down her smooth cheek, she nodded to her Mistress.
Silva Marie chuckled again, slowly bringing her thumbs about and dragging them over Anne's nipples. She dragged them from left to right again and again, the flesh crinkling and growing hard beneath the delicate fur as Anne squirmed and gasped. "Oh my! And you are enjoying it, too, aren't you?! You wicked little girl!" Silva Marie purred, taunting her.
Anne choked back a sob. It was true, she was enjoying it. Every pass of Silva Marie's thumbs over her nipples sent a surge of pleasure curling down into her belly, warmly sinking into her sex. She could feel herself growing wet, her own body betraying her.
Drawing in a deep breath, she held it. The femme would just have to be happy with her silence, she could manage nothing more; the embarrassment and shame was too great, making her eyes burn. She chewed on her lower lip and closed them, unable to face her.
A sudden, sharp smack at her breast made her cry out, the pain blossoming with bright, warm pleasure into her skin. Her eyes flew open, and she stared into Silva Marie's disapproval, "You answer me when I ask you a question, girl!" She smacked the other breast in turn, sharp pain catching Anne right at the nipple. Erect and increasingly sensitive, the hard pebble of flesh throbbed with a pulse that matched that between her legs.
"N-no!" Anne sobbed, shaking her head, twin tracks staining her cheeks.
"No?" Silva Marie said incredulously. "NO? You misbehave and now you lie to me? What an impudent girl you are! Impudent, wicked little girl!"
Slaps rang out, making Anne's breasts sway heavily, bobbing from left to right under Silva Marie's anger.
Anne writhed, pressing her legs tightly together and curling her tail down around them, fresh tears breaking free and rolling down her cheeks. The shame at being used like this was bad enough, but the fact that she really was enjoying it was just too much for her to bear. To actually admit to that fact would be like breathing life into it, making it true. She shook her head in denial, crying openly.
Silva Marie twisted both her nipples cruelly, making her sob with fresh tears, her body shaking. "Answer me!"
And still the pleasure remained, hungrily coiled between her legs, growing more and more insistent with each passing moment. "No!" The painful warmth pulsed thickly in her nipples and spread lazily to the rest of her body, making her a liar. She sobbed, realizing her fight was not with Silva Marie but with her own body. The woman was pitting her against herself, and Anne was losing.
The femme chuckled; a dark, cruel sound. Anne opened her red rimmed eyes, gazing into Silva Marie's twisted, flushed face. She discovered the femme was enjoying this a great deal more than she'd first thought. Silva Marie's breath came in fast little pants, and her eyes sparkled with a deep, feral need.
It wasn't playing with her body she found so appealing, however, Anne realized as she stared into her eyes. It was Anne's own shame and embarrassment she was enjoying so much, feeding off it like a hungry animal.
Silva Marie blinked, once, obviously not used to such scrutiny from her own victims. She hissed and pinched cruelly at Anne's nipples, making her gasp for breath and drop her eyes. "No, hmmmm? Why is it that I find this so hard to believe?" she purred, releasing them suddenly. She cried out as blood rushed back into her nipples with thick pulses of pain.
She lifted one paw to Anne's chin, forcing it up again. Anne's eyes met Silva Marie's, and caught. The femme's other paw caressed tenderly down over her taut stomach, brushing over her slender belly button and the curve of her hip, ruffing up her fur and taking her time. "Yes… I find this very hard to believe, indeed. It's written all over your face, your body, don't you know that?"
Anne cringed, but dared not lift her chin from Silva Marie's fingers as her other paw tickled over her mons and lower, brushing over the delicate fur about her sex. It felt so horribly good, so wrong but so right as the smoldering fire of arousal between her legs suddenly flared, the pleasure licking out over her entire body. She yipped softly, unable to stop herself.
Silva Marie grinned at her discomfort, petting her with mind-numbing repetition, stroking over her sex again and again in exactly the same way. "It's in your eyes… In your voice…" she purred, curling her fingers forward and sliding them between the lips of Anne's sex, finding them molten wet with desire. She pinched harshly at her lips, slickly rubbing them together and making Anne gasp. "And especially here."
She leaned in very close, so close Anne could feel her breath brushing over her lips. "Now tell me again that this isn't making you hot. That you don't like it. That you don't want me to touch you, to hurt you."
Anne felt her mind groaning under the strain, balking at the lack of choices. To admit to it would be to make it real, to give it power. But to not would mean a continuation of the torture. She stared back into Silva Marie's eyes so close to hers and simply cried, unable to speak at all.
Silva Marie's lips curled into a cruel smile. She pinched once more at Anne's pussy lips, catching her clit between. Anne moaned openly, legs trembling. "How delightful," Silva Marie whispered to her, then stood all at once, her departing paws leaving Anne with a paradoxal mix of feverish need and indescribable relief.
The femme crossed the room and smoothly sat herself down upon one of the couches, drawing her dress over her long, shapely legs and curling her tail beside her. "There is a silver brush on the dresser," she said, gesturing to an ornately gilded dresser. "Bring it to me, and then lay yourself over my knees. I am going to paddle you until your adorable little ass cheeks glow red as the sun."
Anne remained still for a moment, attempting to collect herself enough to walk across the room. Silva Marie's attentions had left her breathless, mind a whirl of pained confusion. Her nipples and sex throbbed with desire, the tickle of remaining pain enhancing her need.
She moved, uncurling her tail from her legs and stiffly crossing the room to the dresser and staring down at the brush. It was wrought into the shape of a curled dragon, its emerald-eyed head resting at the end of the handle. Yet another cruelty of Silva Marie's design, asking her to bring the implement of her own torture to her willingly. She reached out, fingers trembling, then grabbed it. The brush felt cool under her fingertips, hard and unforgiving.
Standing there for a moment, clasping the brush in both paws and bringing it to her breasts, she bowed her head and closed her eyes. "Mother… Do it for mother…" she whispered to herself.
"Well?" Silva Marie snapped impatiently.
Anne turned, her mind calmed slightly for the time being, and crossed the room to Silva Marie. "I'm, I'm sorry, Mistress," she said softly, holding out the brush to her.
The femme snatched it from her paws, "Be quicker next time." She then gestured to her lap. Anne moved closer, a tremble settling into her body again as she stared at Silva Marie's lap. The woman waited, then sighed, reaching out and hooking a paw around Anne's forearm and pulling her forward. "Such an impudent little girl…" she said, tone dripping with.
Anne fell over Silva Marie's lap, hissing softly as she felt her nipples drag over the cool silk of her dress. The femme shifted and adjusted her until her rear lay perfectly centered in her lap. Anne's paws brushed the floor, her feet as well, knees hovering above and upper thighs pressed to Silva Marie's own. The position was oddly comfortable, but made her feel terribly vulnerable. She curled her tail down to one side, letting it trail between Silva Marie's legs.
She felt Silva Marie's paw come to rest upon one of her upturned ass cheeks, petting and caressing, coming close to the pouting lips of her sex several times but never touching. This torture, her utter vulnerability coupled with the inability to see anything more than the floor or one of the couch's feet, was far more insidious than the previous.
Without warning the flat end of the brush smacked sharply against one of her unprotected buttocks, making her cry out with pain and surprise, her red hair flying to one side. She clenched the muscles there tightly, shivering.
"You do as I request, quickly, quietly and without question. You hear me?" Silva Marie said in a darkly ominous tone, smacking her on the other cheek twice in quick succession. Anne quickly realized that having the muscles clenched made the pain worse, but to keep them relaxed was a whole new battle.
"Y-yes, Silva Marie," she whimpered, screwing her eyes shut, laying her ears back and concentrating on staying relaxed, concentrated on her buttocks and the pain there. Stinging yet warm, it seeped languidly into her body, setting her on fire. She gasped as she felt Silva Marie's paw caressing again, delicately feeling out the welts as they rose, teasing over her tailbase.
The brush came down once more, catching Anne by total surprise. She tensed up, unable to stop herself, and began to sob openly as Silva Marie rang several more blows down upon her tender cheeks, each one more painful than the last.
"Now…" Silva Marie purred and slowly, carefully laid the brush's cool, flat end upon her burning flesh. She caressed Anne with it, rubbing the wrought silver into the welts as they rose under her downy fur. Anne moaned softly in response, unable to stop herself, and shifted in the femme's lap.
Silva Marie chuckled softly at her, flipping the brush over and letting its thin hairs tickle over the amazingly sensitized skin at her buttocks, brushing the soft fur. "Now tell me, and do not think you can lie. I know you better than you know yourself, girl. Tell me… Do you like it?"
Anne whimpered softly, tears threatening to spill from the corners of her eyes. She could feel each little individual hair as it scraped over her burning skin. The hairs withdrew and several more fierce slaps fell upon her buttocks, catching her just at the lower curve, the lower edge of the brush licking at the lips of her sex.
"Tell me!" Silva Marie screeched, "Do you like it?!"
Anne sobbed, her tears falling unchecked upon the expensive rug beneath Silva Marie's feet. She squirmed openly, dancing her hips. Silva Marie's paw came down at the center of her back, pressing her down, keeping her there. Anne cried out desperately, unable to evade the rise and fall of the silver brush. Paws curling into fists, she drew in a deep breath and then shrieked, "Yes! Yes I love it!"
Instantly the barrage ceased, the soft caress of cool silver taking its place. Silva Marie cooed, purring at her in approval, "That's a good girl. My good little girl," she purred, dipping the long end of the brush between her ass cheeks and then back. "You'll make a much better apprentice than that girl Emily ever did. That that girl actually has hopes of making Brown some day is beyond me," she murmured, lifting her paw from the center of Anne's back and lowering it to her buttocks.
Anne sobbed brokenly, her body shuddering with tears. Silva Marie's words filtered into her mind only half-aware as the femme slid her paw down over her tortured flesh and teased at the pouting lips of her sex. She felt herself shifted, her legs spread, and then those fingers dipped lower.
Silva Marie coo'd at her as she slid her fingers between her folds, seeking out the hard nubbin of her clit and then rubbing it. "You'll be my favorite little pet, my toy. I'll set you above the rest of my servants. That is, if you continue to prove worthy. Disappoint me and I'll send you back to your mother so fast your head will spin, girl."
Anne yipped, eyes flying wide at the intense pleasure flooding through her as Silva Marie teased at her clitoris. Her hips bucked, brushing the welts at her ass against the silken material of the femme's dress. Even that was sheer agony, making tears spring to her eyes even as her hips writhed all the more.
"My, you certainly are a wanton little thing. And your mother said you were a virgin," she scoffed, sliding the brush softly between the cheeks of Anne's ass again, handle first this time. She drew her fingers away from her clit, sliding them back to spread her pussy lips wide, stretching the pink folds and revealing her slick, wet entrance to the handle of the brush.
Squirming, Anne could only cry softly, being driven mad by Silva Marie's attentions. The brush, her fingers, her dress underneath her and on the welts so painfully raised upon the cheeks of her ass. The sensation of cool air brushing over her stretched lower lips. She wanted all of it, needed more of it, burning with an intensity she didn't understand.
Silva Marie slid the brush closer, letting the head of the silver dragon tease at her opening and then slide inside, emerald eyes winking shut as they slid between Anne's dark pink folds.
Anne shrieked as she felt the cool metal slide inside her, bucking her hips, paws forming into claws and gripping at the couch's leg. Her toes scrabbled against the rug, legs spreading to the brush.
Her Mistress chuckled softly with delight, licking her lips and carefully keeping the brush from slipping any farther inside despite Anne's bucking, squirming hips. She felt the thin barrier of her virginity against the silver dragon's muzzle. Drawing her paw down to the center of her back again, she pressed, holding Annw in place, a twisted grin upon her lips. "You're all mine now, wicked little girl. All mine…"
She punctuated her last words by shoving the brush forward, easily breaking through the thin membrane within Anne. She drove the silver handle onward until the base crushed against Anne's clit, riding hard up against it.
Anne screamed as she felt herself torn from the inside out, the pain and pleasure as the brush slammed through her and up against her clit driving her mad. She bucked her hips once and then orgasmed, inner muscles clenching down around the silver dragon handle, her entire body convulsing over Silva Marie's lap with previously unknown pleasure.
The pleasure went on until Anne felt she could bear it no longer, then slowly tapered off, leaving her body throbbing weakly. She moaned softly, draped heavily, coming to realize Silva Marie was petting over her back and had been for some time.
"That's my girl…" Silva Marie purred, gently caressing her as she withdrew the brush handle from her folds, sliding it wetly from her sex. The curled dragon gleamed with a faint red cast, emerald eyes appearing as dark rubies. She set the brush to the side and helped Anne to her feet with a tenderness that seemed very odd after the fact.
She stood and walked away from Anne, waving one dismissive paw over her shoulder. "Go, bathe and sleep. I'll call for you again in the morning."
Anne stood there on legs that trembled, feeling battered and bruised inside and out, yet strangely satisfied as well. She managed a half curtsey to Silva Marie's turned back and then shuffled to the door, her tail hanging limp. Slipping through, mind a haze of mixed feelings, she went off in search of Emily.