Chapter Seven – Evelyn.
Wrapped in darkness, Evelyn stood stretched on her platform heels. There were no sounds at all, just the soft thuds of her heart – and the agitated wheeze of her breath. But after she stood for five minutes (an hour to her), she found that there were many sounds. And they were getting louder. The distant hum of the city closed in around her, getting omnipresent. And when time passed, the humming wall of sound crumbled into separate stones – a car's claxon, a siren, the wind, rustling in the tops of trees, maybe. There were closer sounds too, of metal and glass. She heard the murmur of distant voices. At last she even heard the creaking of the building's beams. The tiny rustle of mice and insects in the bowels of the ancient house. And there were smells.
She smelled her own sweat, laced with oil and sweet perfume. The scent of leather she smelled, of course, and of greased iron. There was the pungent tang of an unused fireplace, of furniture polish and even of flowers – a bouquet, maybe. And the embarrassing smell of her sex.
Her stretched stance made her very much aware of her body. There was the throbbing of her tortured nipples and the ache in her shoulders. But after a while the pain turned into numbness, spreading out over her entire body. Finally, she felt herself being swallowed by a dream, floating over a dark, deep and lonely ocean. Then a door opened.
To her ears the soft creaking was like a cannon's shot. She felt a rush of air gush against her exposed nipples. Voices filled the void as leather soles crunched grains of sand on the marble floor. Her nostrils flared from the acrid smoke of cigars. It felt like rape after all the subtle sounds and scents and fragrances. Two voices conversed at less than an arm's length distance from her. She could almost feel their presence; it made the little hairs on her arms rise. There was brandy on their breaths.
"She told us the bitch had great tits," Evelyn heard a male voice say. "A bit smallish, though, but nice perky nips." She felt a tug on the chain that made her nipples stretch. Pain awoke her body. A warm hand cupped her left breast, seeming to weigh it. "Fit body too," the same voice said. Another hand kneaded her ass. A finger ran the length of her crack. It made her moan through the gag ball.
As two blunt fingers touched her slit, a source of intolerable heat centered on her pussy. It must be the burning tip of a cigar almost grazing her skin. An acrid whiff of singed hair reached her nose, white panic flashed before her blinded eyes. She cringed, sucking in her belly and crotch to stay away from the glow. A voice chuckled. Then the heat vanished. But the fingers stayed. They rubbed deeper, slipping into her.
"Oh boy! Is she wet. Here... sniff my fingers, Carl." The rude conversation went on. A female voice mixed in. She spoke English with a heavy accent; Italian? Spanish? Evelyn felt a much softer hand caress her throat. Well-manicured nails scratched the sides of her breasts.
"Mmmmm, watch the little slut shiver," the woman said. Evelyn damned her body for its greedy responses.
Juices started to collect between her cunt lips. Who were these people? Where was the woman, Lilith? Evelyn moaned and stared into a chasm of utter loneliness. 'I'm here,' the woman had promised. 'I'm always with you.' Old questions returned. Why the fucking hell had she returned to the goddamned Club? Why allow Zelda to – what – hire her out?
A sudden silence fell. In it, heavy, metallic heels tapped on the marble floor, the sound getting closer. Then it stopped. A familiar perfume filled her head. Lilith. A sigh made her chest heave, as relief invaded her stretched body. It relaxed her tight muscles and cleared her head. The woman was here; the woman who should be trusted. All wrongs would be righted. Why did she think that? Maybe she just wanted to? What choice was there, anyway?
"Good evening, little one," the large woman's voice whispered in her ear, her breath tickling it. "I see you made a very good impression on my friends. I can see they made an impression on you as well." At those words she felt gloved fingers slip between her cunt lips. They slid up and down, retracted and then touched her nose to make her smell her own arousal. But the only thing she thought was "friends." Friends? Her silly second-hand trust leaked away. A moan of despair curled around the gag ball. The men and the woman had been rude, humiliating her; they raped her, in a way. How could they ever be her friends? How could the woman be Zelda's friend? She wanted to cry out, accuse, blame. But all she could do was rattle her chain.
Into her ear breathed an even softer whisper now. "Trust me, slut... you
need
this." The word dripped into her head, spreading like the ink of her secret black pool, the luring hole at the center of her being –
need
. And wherever it seeped, she felt the tension leave her muscles, until she dangled from the chain like a bag of warm, salty water. The world had gone, everything disappearing, nothing had a foundation anymore. 'You need this.' 'Slut.'
Struggling back to reality, she heard Lilith addressing her friends.
"This, dear friends, is my newest pet, never mind her name. She followed my best friend here with an overwhelming urge to serve her, and to please her as well as she can. Which of course includes me. Which of course includes you." A soft rumble of laughter rose and died again.
"As you can see," the woman went on (Evelyn felt the tip of something point at several parts of her body) "she is healthy. She also has well-appointed outward talents. Her firm tits look great on her svelte little body, as you have already noticed, no doubt." Two gloved hands now spread her pussy lips. The touch startled her as Lilith' voice went on. "The bitch is really proud of her nice soft fuck lips. She calls them her angel wings. Isn't that cute? Indeed, they must feel like the entrance of heaven for every lucky bastard who'll prod his throbbing cock between them. But," she went on. "Not tonight, gentlemen." Disappointed protestations filled the air. The woman chuckled in her throaty, mocking way. "Please, friends, please let me proceed. I must really thank you for joining me after dinner to watch the initiation of my newly borrowed pet. Oh, she is not a virgin, far from that! But in a way, tonight will be a first for her. This night we'll confront her with the consequences of the choice she made, the choice to be mine entirely."
Evelyn gasped at the lie.
A general, rather tipsy laughter bloomed and subsided, punctured with applause. Then a silvery tinkle filled the air. Evelyn felt two warm lips kiss her pussy. They made her shiver. Suddenly though, a cruel flash of pain bit into her left cunt lip. She felt it being pulled to the side. An elastic strap stretched around her ass cheeks.
