Title: The Sisters of Andalusia
Author: BedHead
Chapter Four
Amabilidad shivered, despite the warmth of the room. Blindfolded, naked, and spread open, she had no idea what would come next, and the gag precluded any appeal for help.
“It took a while before I felt that you were truly ready for me.” Madre seemed to be walking around her. “But the sweetest fruit is worth waiting to pluck. And you, dear Amabilidad, are so sweet.“
Another smack, this time on the right cheek, and Amabilidad whimpered as the sting spread across her skin.
“Here, in my most private room, is where you enter the Sisterhood, Amabilidad.” All of a sudden, Madre’s voice was in her ear. “Is that what you want?” She felt Madre’s warm, scented breath on her neck.
Frightened, but also feeling her body respond in trembling arousal, Amabilidad gathered herself enough to nod, frantically.
“You do?” Madre’s voice was a purr. “But you don’t know what’s coming yet, do you?“
Amabilidad hesitated, then shook her head.
“Of course you don’t,” laughed Madre. “How could you? How could you know what awaits you here, in my dungeon? So deep, so far from the world. Just the two of us... together.“
She tapped Amabilidad’s bottom, lightly this time. “Are you ready for your admonition, Amabilidad? Nod, if you are.”
Amabilidad nodded, nervously.
The slap on her left cheek was far harder than before, and she would have cried out loud, had it not been for the gag.
“Count out loud!” Madre instructed. “One.“
“Mmph!", Amabilidad managed.
Another hard slap, this time on the right cheek. “Two.”
“Twmp!” A tear ran down Amabilidad’s face.
Her left cheek caught fire again. “Thrp!” The right cheek followed. “Ffffrrr...”
There was a pause, then it was as if someone had slammed a door on her behind. Instead of skin to skin, rock-hard wood impacted both cheeks at once. Amabilidad screamed behind her gag, and tears flowed down her face.
“What was that...?” Madre purred, and Amabilidad managed to gather herself enough to burble “Ffffvvvv ...” She hung from her wrists, knees weak, fire playing across her butt.
She instinctively flinched as something touched her there, but this time it was a hand covered with something slick. “Such a good girl. So brave! Let me help that poor, sore bottom...” The hand gently worked its way around both cheeks, and carefully slid in between her legs, brushing lightly against the girl’s nub, and drawing another moan out of her.
The soothing chill of whatever gel was being massaged onto her skin gradually reduced the fiery stinging in her butt to a not-unpleasant tingling. She managed to bring her breathing back under control, but could still feel the salty tracks of her tears on her face.
As the warm, wet tongue suddenly stroked up her face, she started in surprise. There was a familiar scent—Madre was delicately tasting her tears.
“Oh, my darling Amabilidad,” she breathed, hardly audible. “If you only knew the places that I could take you.” A second hand grasped her butt, then slickly pivoted to stroke across her sex, making Amabilidad’s legs tremble uncontrollably. “Would you like me to take you there, Amabilidad? Take your very soul?” The tongue teased the very edge of her ear, and she whimpered in desire.
“What do you say, Amabilidad?” A finger slid delicately across her nub.
Amabilidad struggled to be coherent, but finally managed to nod, frantically.
“Good girl...” Amabilidad felt the gag loosen behind her head, then fingers delicately pulled out it of her mouth. She drooled a little, inadvertently, and someone wiped it off her.
“Open your mouth.” Amabilidad obeyed immediately. “Wider.” She strained her jaw to meet the order. “Good.” She felt something drop on the back of her tongue. “Close and swallow.” With a gulp, two small, round, bitter objects disappeared down her throat.
“Very good... Just relax for me, now.” Something soft slid over her ears, cutting out all sound.
The sudden silence amplified Amabilidad’s blindness to thoroughly disorient the girl. She was acutely aware of everything happening in her body—the still-thudding heart, not yet recovered from her spanking, the ache in her shoulders from her elevated arms, the wobble in her legs from standing so long. But now, time stopped having any meaning. Her mind, freed of anchors, drifted away on a cloud of confused, half-formed thoughts.
Was she dreaming? Maybe she was back in her bed, just trapped in the nightmare world. Gardening tomorrow morning, and the pomegranates needed seeding. She was showing a silent novice how to seed the ripe fruit, but her hands were now covered in dark red juice. No—not juice, this was welling out of wounds in her palms. Where had everybody gone? The garden was empty, and the hot late summer wind was scorching the beds, withering the herbs that she hadn’t picked yet...
“We’re ready for you now.” A whisper in her ear as her hearing returned, and a tugging first at her ankles, then unhooking her wrists from above. A pair of hands—two pairs—firmly directing her forwards. “Are you ready for... Us?”
She stumbled along, sightless, until a firm hand brought her to a halt. Pushed on her shoulders, she reflexively sat down, bare and sore bottom touching cool leather below. Suddenly spun by the legs and shoulders, her body passively following, she found herself lying supine on a not-uncomfortable leathery surface. Her hands and feet were tugged, and she heard the metal-on-metal click of fasteners engaging. Three broad straps across her body were cinched tight, pushing her into the cushioned surface below.
Her blindfold slipped off, and she blinked dizzily at the blurry faces above. She recognized Madre, a secretive smile on her face. The other two wore dark hoods, with only blue and gray eyes visible behind them.
Despite being firmly fixed in place, it felt like the room was spinning. She clutched at the side of the table in a vain effort to stop it.
“Let us go on a journey, Amabilidad. Let me show you the union between pleasure and pain.” Madre slowly slid her hands over Amabilidad’s restrained body, feeling the girl shiver underneath her touch. Her eyes, irises shrunk to a thin circle around her huge pupils, testified to her submission to the medicine. “Novicias, you may begin.” She gave a final smile to Amabilidad, and walked away.
The first hooded figure leaned over Amabilidad’s chest, cornflower-blue eyes alight with focus, and carefully fastened something onto the girl’s left nipple. The initial blunt bite made Amabilidad wince, even through the fog that was saturating her mind, but then strong fingers started to twist something on top of the device, and to Amabilidad’s dulled horror, she felt her nipple being pulled inexorably, impossibly, upwards from her breast.
She had been distracted from her lower half, where the second figure had been concentrating, but now she felt a series of sharp edges clamping along the edge of her sex. Then there was a whirr, and she nearly bit through her tongue as her lips were slowly but firmly pulled apart.
There was a soft pricking across her mound—more than a tickle, less than a poke—which slowly moved back and forth. The sensation on her skin was unexpectedly erotic, and she found herself murmuring in subdued pleasure. Then it suddenly ran along the sensitive edge of her lips, and her body tried to convulse in its restraints as a bolt of something electric shot through her nervous system. The straps held her fast, however, and as the device gently pricked at her exposed clit, she briefly went even dizzier.
Both nipples were now in a harsh grip, straining against their underlying breast, and the blue-eyed novicia started to stick some objects in an arc around each breast. She connected wires to them, then stood back, her task apparently complete.
Whatever had been in the tablets she swallowed was now in full effect, and Amabilidad felt a warmness grow across her whole body. She might have peed—she couldn’t tell anymore, with her body slipping beyond any control—but even with the bondage of her body and the stretching of her most sensitive parts, she was feeling relaxed, even blissful. She barely registered a round, firm object sliding between her thighs and pressing on her sex, and when it vibrated into life she barely twitched. Then long, strange pulses started to flow across her super-tender breasts, and her jaw went slack as she moaned in pleasure.
She lay in bliss, her eyes slowly opening and closing from time to time, and her mind had long since left the room when Madre reappeared in her hazy vision.
“Perfectly prepared,” she purred, her face no longer framed in a wimple. Instead, a form-fitting black catsuit covered her from head downwards, framing her now pale face in a black oval. Her lips were a sudden scarlet, fixing Amabilidad’s gaze.
“How do I make you feel, Sor Amabilidad?” she asked, husky voice on the edge of the drifting girl’s hearing.
Something in the address stirred Amanilidad. ”Sor? Sister? I’m not... I am...” The words escaped her.
“Yes, Sister...” Madre’s smile broadened. “All Sisters share something special with their Madre, don’t they?“
There was a mechanical noise, and Amabilidad was vaguely aware of her legs moving further apart, and lifting up. ”Madre gives you something special, something perfect. Something you can’t even imagine, my Amabilidad.“
Now something started to push Amabilidad’s head and shoulders upwards. More of Madre came into view. Anabilidad gasped as she saw the long, black, shiny python emerging from Madre’s middle. Madre followed her gaze and smiled, knowingly.
“Do you know where this goes, Sor Amabilidad?“
Despite the lack of gag, Amanilidad had been struck dumb, and could only make gasping noises, like a landed fish.
“Oh, don’t be so coy,” Madre smiled, as she slowly closed the gap with her captive. “I’m sure that you have an idea...“
Amabilidad felt the tip of the dildo slide just past her spread lips, and pause as she whimpered in anticipation.
“All in good time, Sister...” Carefully keeping her member in the same place, Madre leaned around to kiss Amabilidad’s tormented right breast, then around the other way for the left one. “Ah, the sweetness of your taste!“
She squared up her hips, and slowly eased the intruder further into Amabilidad. The girl shook uncontrollably with the powerful sensations that flowed out from her sex, as every ripple on the surface of the dildo pushed along Amabilidad’s tender inside skin. There was a burn at some point—had she been stretched too far?—but her flaccid body could do no more than twitch in response.
Her relaxed muscles proved no obstacle to Madre, and the intruder encountered no real resistance until it was nearly six inches in. She groaned at the unfamiliar feeling of being stretched inside.
Madre leaned forward. “Do you think I could go any further inside, Sister? Do you think you could take me?“
Amabilidad whined, unable to think straight any more, her mind saturated with alien sensations.
“Perhaps not now...” Madre rocked back, giving the girl a brief relief, then slowly forwards again, satisfied to hear Amabilidad cry out, and see the girl’s fingers curl into a ball as her body tried to understand the new feelings. “Let’s just warm up your little body.“
The waves of pleasure from Madre’s carefully timed rocking, coupled with the sensations across the rest of her body, quickly overcame Amabilidad’s tiny fraction of remaining awareness. She took leave of her body, feeling herself rising to the ceiling once more as her earthly body twitched and groaned. Looking down, she saw Madre’s shiny black catsuit buck and thrust between her bare legs. Suddenly her whole body stiffened, and the artfully-delayed climax hit her like an express train. She saw herself scream, back suddenly arched against the strained restraints, and a flush of color covering her skin. The scream lingered, but it was quickly drowned out by the laughter of Madre...
She wasn’t sure how long she’d lain there, insensible, but slowly she became aware of her surroundings again. The clamps and pads had gone from her breasts, and the straps from across her body. She still felt the cuffs on her wrists and ankles, but exhausted limbs made that limited confinement moot anyway.
Madre came back into her vision, a broad smile on her face. “Congratulations, Sor Amabilidad. Welcome to my Sisterhood.“
She tipped a small cup to the girl’s lips, and Amabilidad tasted cold water with gratitude. She clumsily slurped some into her mouth.
“Not too much at once... there were are.” Madre’s face was still framed by the catsuit hood. She placed the cup off to the side. “How did I make you feel?“
Amabilidad groped for words, but few came. ”Madre... never felt anything like that ... I don’t know where you took me...“
Madre laughed. “No, I don’t suppose you did.” She caressed Amabilidad’s face with a gloved hand. “But now you’ll have a new set of experiences on which to meditate, won’t you?“
“What happens now?” Amabilidad felt like she’d run a race, or climbed a mountain.
“Well...” A smirk flashed across Madre’s face. “There’s another experience I can give you, Sister. But it’s not for everyone. Only sisters who are... special. Would you like to undertake it?“
“Of course, Madre, if I can...“
“Oh, I think you’ll be up to it,” said Madre, judiciously. She turned away and busied herself with something. “Novicias! Place Sor Amabilidad on the bench.“
The two hooded figures from earlier released the remaining shackles and helped a wobbling Amabilidad off the table. They guided her to a new piece of furniture, not unlike the Penitencia stool, and eased her into position before fastening shackles and straps to fix the young woman in the position of being on her front, on all fours.
This time, when the crank turned on the furniture, Amabilidad felt herself being raised vertically, her exposed bottom rising apparently a little faster than her now-collared head. She swallowed nervously.
Madre’s voice came from behind. “Very few of my novicias have experienced this before, at least in their first session. It is quite a different sensation.“
Someone was rubbing slick gel into her bottom, all around her hole. Then a finger intruded, and then another, and she squealed in shock. The fingers briskly rubbed more gel into her hole, then withdrew leaving her shocked bottom to recover.
“I think you know what’s going to happen to you, don’t you, Amabilidad?” Madre’s voice was ripe with amusement. “One of the fundamental rules of cooking, is to ensure you tenderize your flesh—and here you are, tenderized to perfection.“
Amabilidad belatedly noticed that in front of her was a floor-to-ceiling mirror, carefully tilted so that she could clearly see Madre’s smiling face behind her without straining.
Madre coyly slipped her hips to the side of the frame, and now Amabilidad could see something new sprouting from her midsection—as red as the chili peppers in the garden, but rippling in texture. From a narrow tip, it swelled out to a broad base where it met Madre’s hidden mound.
“Say ‘hello’ to my little friend!” Madre laughed, her white teeth sparkling between her lips. She touched her lips with her equally red tongue, and Amabilidad felt a sudden flush of desire. She stammered, unsure what Madre wanted her to do, and suddenly afraid.
“Ssshhh...” Madre slinked forward, and pressed a gloved finger against the girl’s lips. “Everything is all right, Sor Amabilidad. Everything is perfect.“
She moved back behind the girl, and Amabilidad felt something press firmly against her bottom, slowly spreading her cheeks before coming to rest at her hole. She shivered in the frame, fear continuing to build.
Gloved hands took hold of her hips, and she relaxed a little as she felt the reassuring warmth of Madre through them. It was more of a shock, then, when she was suddenly spread wide as Madre’s tool slid deep into her. It seemed impossible that she had taken so much of it, as if it had curved like a snake inside her, but the base was pressed up against her ring. Then the sensations from inside her belatedly arrived, and she gave an almost primeval howl of astonishment and fear.
Madre’s hands wandered up her body, grasping her shoulders, and she felt the woman’s warm breath on the back of her neck. “Two of us as one, hmm, Sor Amabilidad? Sharing a wonderful connection...“
She rocked gently back and forth, lightly tapping on Amabilidad’s overstretched ring with the base of the tool. With each tap, stars burst in Amabilidad’s vision, and a convulsion ran through her restrained body. Struck dumb by the sensations, she stared straight ahead, seeing in the mirror a mischievous smile on Madre’s face as she slowly, totally dominated Amabilidad.
Finally, the invader slid all the way out of her, and she gasped in relief. Her trembling muscles finally relaxed, and she collapsed onto the supporting frame. A wet-sounding toot broke out of her bottom, giving a little bit more relief.
“You liked that, didn’t you, my little bottom-slut?” Madre laughed. Amabilidad shivered as two—no, three fingers pushed back inside her, this time meeting the barest resistance. “Quite the playground for Madre.“
The fingers slid out, replaced by a new invader. This moved inside more easily, and Amabilidad relaxed from her inadvertent tensing. Madre had been waiting for that, however, and Amabilidad’s eyes nearly crossed in shock as the intruder suddenly swelled to what felt like five times its original size.
“I’ll leave that in you for now.” Madre nodded at the two hooded novicias, who started to unbuckle the bindings.
This time, it was hard for Amabilidad to stand—as she straightened up, the inflated toy in her butt shifted position and caused new, nerve-squeezing sensations with every change in posture. Her body trembled, but Madre had anticipated her need.
“Let me warm you up, Sor Amabilidad.” A soft, deeply furry wrap encircled her, and she relaxed, feeling the tiny tickles of the dense hairs brushing across her skin like a micro-massage.
Madre slid a rubber-clad arm around her. “Come, Amabilidad. Come to my bed chamber.“
Disoriented, full, and still helplessly aroused, Amabilidad allowed herself to be guided through the doorway; the solid, iron-bound door held open by an hooded novice.
A broad bed, scarlet as Madre’s lips, scattered with silk cushions awaited them. Madre carefully sat her servant on the edge, and guided her down to rest her head on the cushions, adjusting the fur wrap to keep her covered.
The door closed on the dungeon, and Madre slinked over to slide the bolts into place. Turning back to the bed, she advanced on Amabilidad, tongue touching her lips in anticipation.