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slender girl being supported by the other's arm around her waist. Annette was still sobbing and that
pleased him. She wouldn't try anything; he was certain ... but at the moment he was more taken with the
voluptuous outline of Madeleine's delectable body through the gauzy negligee as she ascended the stairs.
The provocative roll of her hips and buttocks, the sleek movement of her shapely legs and slender
waist caused him to swallow tightly and his member stirred excitedly in his pants. Christ, how he'd like
some of that right now ... but it was going to have to keep until after he went to the mainland and made
his phone call to Larreau ... then ... He grinned to himself. Some wild ideas were forming in his mind.
Chapter 8
Annette Larreau was more enraged than fear-stricken; her pride had been severely damaged. She felt
like a complete idiot, having fallen right into their plot as innocently as a lamb being led to slaughter. She
couldn't imagine how she might have responded differently; nevertheless, she felt the perfect fool, and it
wasn't in her nature to accept that without some sort of retaliation. Thus, although her tears were for the
most part tears of anger, the larger portion were pretended, in an effort to gain additional time to think.
She felt that Madeleine wasn't in complete accord with her lover, at least, if she was, her tender,
emotional nature was showing through. She had led Annette to the bed, helped her onto it and lay
down beside her, cuddling the younger girl protectively to her and continuing to stroke her long dark
hair. Annette couldn't help the exciting little fermentations she sensed at the other's naked, full and soft,
perfumed breasts against her cheek, and it was then that the first thoughts of a wild plan crossed her
mind.
Launcelot was still awake; she could hear him bark occasionally. She wasn't surprised. The animal had
always been finicky about his food and would detect and refuse the slightest of tainted or tampered-with
meats. If only she could get down stairs and free him ... that would change the complexion of things in a
hurry ... yet, how was she going to get away from Madeleine to do it? She doubted that she could
overpower the older, larger girl ... but ... there might be another way ... Dear God ... she had never done
anything like that in her life ... not with another woman ... still, as wicked as it seemed, she was not
repulsed by the idea ... in fact, there was a certain lascivious stimulation that rippled through her at the
mere thought, and suddenly, as if of their own volition, she felt her free arm creep around Madeleine's
slender waist outside the sheer negligee, her own long, slender fingers trailing lightly over the silky
material to feel the warmth of the soft flesh beneath immediately and vibrantly respond to her touch,
while with her other arm and hand in under her, she eased those fingers forward to graze and brush with
taunting delicateness the smooth resilient flesh of the other's heavy smooth rounded breasts.
Madeleine tensed and made an audible little gasping sound at the tantalizing contact of her still-swollen
breasts with the girl's long slender fingers. Her own reaction embarrassed her: that another girl could
stimulate her this way was absurd. It was simply the aftermath of the forbidden pleasure she had enjoyed
while she was waiting for them to arrive ... besides, Annette had meant nothing ... the poor girl was
simply overwrought at her sudden situation was all.
"Cherie, listen to me," Madeleine whispered while simultaneously she ran her hand over the girl's long
silken hair. "It'll be all right. You mustn't let yourself get upset like this. Think of it this way: how many
people has your father inflicted his horrors upon? Believe me ma chere, nothing is going to happen to
you. I promise ... I won't let anyone hurt you ..."
Slowly, Annette raised her face so that her damp eyes looked upward into Madeleine's dark ones. She
pressed her willowy body tighter against the near-naked, soft contours of the larger girl, molding herself
to them while her hand clasped with open palm at her back and the other opened slowly to cup with
gentle fingers Madeleine's firm erect breast.
Once more, Madeleine gasped, only this time she felt herself automatically maneuvering Annette's long,
supple body tightly to her while she pressed her own curvaceous form against it. She bent her head
downward as Annette raised hers, both of them straining until their lips met, gently at first, each feeling
the full sharp delineated imprint of the other, and then more furiously.
Both were rigid at first, confused, finally relaxing under the pressure, their tongues meeting at the point of
contact, their bodies following it up, beginning to undulate and rub briskly against one another, their loins
endeavoring to meet as were their lips.
"Oh God, Madeleine," Annette breathed in French, all of her brief, fore-laid plans momentarily forgotten.
"I ... I don't know what's come over me ... you're ... you're lovely ..."
"Don't ... don't speak," said Madeleine, forcing her tiny pink tongue into the offered small, receptive
mouth, while at the same time her hands began to caress the other's smaller breasts outside her clothing,
and traverse down her ribs to the swell of her hips there to gently cup and massage Annette's firm,
warm-fleshed buttocks.
Annette felt completely bewildered, both aggressive and passive; she hadn't expected it to go this way at
all. An odd feeling was tormenting her stomach, and she suspected that Madeleine might be experiencing
the same. The intimate touch of another woman had both excited and revolted her, the combined effect
of the two powerful emotions leaving her nearly helpless to act. Her initial plan was floating about in her
brain, hardly making heads or tails at the moment. She doubted that Madeleine was a lesbian ... in fact,
felt certain she was not, anymore than she, herself, had ever felt such desires ... yet, there was no
questions of what was happening between them ...
"Let's take off your clothes," Madeleine said. "My God, hurry, take them off ... let me ... let me!"
Annette felt completely bewildered. She wanted whatever was to come, just as she had wanted her first
"fix" of heroin. She lay back and let Madeleine undress her with trembling hands. In seconds, she was
naked and Madeleine had removed her negligee. She felt her slim, firm, willowy body quiver with
anticipation and closed her eyes as movements took place on the bed that jostled her lightly. Then
Madeleine's hand reached out to touch and caress her small, firm breast and Annette experienced
another wild little sensation. She moaned behind her closed eyes, feeling the long, gentle, slim fingers
catching at her nipple, rolling and squeezing it in a tender understanding way that only a woman could
know. She sensed her whole being quiver at the lewd forbiddenness of their performance. She'd given
herself to perverted gratification before with Launcelot, Armand and others, but nothing in her makeup
had ever accepted Saphism, yet at that moment her whole body was alive with a growing lust, and she
couldn't, had she wanted to, resist the voluptuous girl's advances.
The alien fingers crept over her like spiders as they gently rolled her onto her back, her head against the
pillow. She nervously moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue as she felt Madeleine's soft,
lipstick-tasting mouth engulf the nipple of her left breast, all of the brownish areola and the hard
berry-like nipple with a swiftly flickering tongue that sent urgent, taunting messages radiating outward
along nerves of her brain ... to sweet conditioned responses.
Slowly, Madeleine slithered up her sleek, vibrant body until their faces were level with each other, and
her thigh crept along Annette's entwining around it, her soft curling fleece of pubic hair brushing warmly
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