chapter 2 - cleaning, teasing.

"No this really isn't funny." I insist, tugging at the chains, expecting the slender bracelets to snap free, smarting at the sharp pain as the cuffs resist my exertions, digging into my wrists. "Who are you? Let me go!"

For a moment the girl's eyes glaze over, her voice changing to a sinister monotone. "New ones always ask that, as if I could give an answer you would understand. As if I would give an answer you could understand. It is enough that you know that I am ancient, and I contain multitudes. This girl is not my true form, she is a convenient host for me to prepare you without causing alarm."

Her eyes return to their kind focus. "Lie back." She says, smiling coyly. "Your body has been strenuously used - let me wash you."

Shocked, I step back, sitting down on the bed, grateful not to have to stand as my head swims. I allow her gentle hands to guide me, resting my head on the pillow, my hands held close to my shoulder blades by the dainty chains. "Why?" I ask weakly, indicating my cuffed wrists.

Placing the basin next to me, and pouring water from the jug into it she blushes. "For your modesty." She giggles, giving me a knowing glance.

"What?" I say, confused and frustrated.

"Your, erm, appetites are to be kindled." She manages coquettishly. "Some to be slaked..." She says, glancing at the table of food, then looking briefly, but knowingly at my naked sex. "Others to be stoked." She giggles as she begins to sponge my shoulders, the hot water soothing on my tired skin. Too unsettled to resist, I allow her to continue.

Her soft hand is reassuring as she lifts the heavy mounds of my breasts, first one, then the other, wiping the crusted fluids that are the remains of my night of decadence. She moistens my rounded belly, methodically swabbing every inch of skin, looking almost flirtatiously at me as she wets the sponge once more, resting it at the top of my dense triangle of hair as she insinuates her hand between my thick thighs, gently guiding them apart.

I feel my legs give way, letting her bathe my thighs, enjoying the feeling of cleanliness as she wipes the residue of my carnal excesses from my tender skin. I shiver apprehensively as she parts the lips of my sex with a slender finger. She pauses for a moment, sensing my discomfort, looking into my frightened eyes with a reassuring look of compassion, then wiping my vulva with exquisite care. She moistened the matted and curly hairs of my muff, gently purifying me.

I shudder, realizing I have closed my eyes, my head pushed back as one of her delicate hands rests on my swollen belly, the other on the furry triangle of my sex. I whimper helplessly, knowing I cannot ask her to stop. I open my eyes to see her meeting my gaze, her expression at once pure and mischievous as she presses gently on my pubic bone.

I gasp, the firm but subtle sensation eliciting a flush of blood to my lips. She smiles, nodding reassuringly, and somehow I let her continue, almost as if in a trance. Her fingers trace the cleft of my sex, my own moisture flowing with sudden urgency as I feel the vulnerable fire of my arousal.

Her palm still soft and comforting on the mound of my belly, I sigh softly as her fingers begin a delightful caress, teasing, probing, exposing. I feel my pussy swell with pleasure, engorged with eager anticipation as my body is tamed by the unbearable promise of her touch. I feel my hand instinctively reach for my aching sex, craving firmer and faster persuasion, but the chains bite once more, and I let out a moan of frustration, my hips bucking needfully, her hand sudden absent, the absence of her stimulation causing my body to thrash in urgent need. "More! Please! Please don't stop!" I cry out, unashamed, suddenly aware of her gentle hands pushing firmly on my sternum.

"There now." She whispers coyly. "I know. You must breathe deep. You may have more when you have cleared the table. You must eat."

"No!" I cry out again, my hands struggling to reach my burning pussy, my addled brain unconcerned that the chains prevent me from relieving my need. "No please!" I beg. "Please don't - I need - I need to cum!"

"I will be back when the table is clear, and I will tend to you again." She smiles, and curtsying elegantly, leaves me. My eyes rest on the table, a feast for maybe 10 people, and my heart sinks. How can I eat it? Where should I begin? How fast can I eat it? Will she give me the relief I so desperately need?