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I’ve known clare for about three months. We both work in the same office but in different departments so only get to socialise outside of the office.she was very pretty. She has a slim build and, at first glance, you might think she is still in her teens when actually you would be out by a good ten years. Firelight reflected from an elfish face with startling blue eyes and full lips that were quick to smile. Her best feature, are her long, beautiful legs that by the fire were curled beneath her. Most of that evening, while we became more drunk and giggly. It was fun and quite magical night that had us both becoming closer even if, at that point, it was still only as friends.clare and i had been talking about a camping trip for months. A chance to leave the city and it’s hectic life behind and spend a week camping in the wilds of france; that is, if there was still such a thing as a wilderness to be found anywhere in europe.
We arrived on the outskirts of cressy, after a long six-hour drive. It was late on a saturday afternoon, and the bell in the old church was calling its message to the village faithful as we parked in the central square watched by three old women sipping tall, chilled glasses of white pastis outside a little cafe. Offering a friendly wave, we hoisted our packs and hiked off towards the woodland in search of a place to pitch our tent. The village of cressy was beautiful and before leaving, we stopped in a little store and bought long loaves of crusty bread that smelt delicious, hard local cheese and of course several bottles of good red wine to celebrate the first night of our holiday. Once out of the village, a path led through the woods and opened into rolling hills covered with crops of sunflowers; their yellow faces following the progress of the hot june sun. We tramped along chatting happily for nearly two hours and then, just as the light was beginning to fade to the golden hue of evening, we came across the perfect camping spot.it was an open grassy area, close to a small river and overshadowed by a large willow bowing its head towards the slowly setting sun, it was perfect, and as the last rays painted the sky a fiery red, we sat at rest with the tent up and a small cheery fire. A bottle of wine was opened and we began to get pleasantly drunk, giggling and talking the evening away.we awoke the next morning to the sounds of birds in the trees, the gentle rippling of water in the river, and the sound of a car engine coming to a stop close to the tent.’nazoo, someone’s outside,’whispered clare. She was sitting up, scrambling to get out of her sleeping bag.’calm down,’ i answered sleepily. ‘It’s probably just the farmer checking his river hasn’t run away.’ i giggled and then sat upright as a voice intruded.’bonjour?’ the voice was female and sounded cross. ‘Est-ce que quelqu’un est dedans là?’ whoever it was shook the tent.’wait! We’re coming, we’re coming,’ called clare. She unzipped the doorway and i followed her wonderful smooth legs and barely covered bottom out of the tent into the blinding light of early morning.
A woman was standing just a few feet away and she appeared to be angry.’anglais? Parlez vous francais? Non … Tipique!’ she glared at us and i began to feel foolish. We were both in skimpy t-shirts and knickers and i suddenly felt underdressed as this intimidating woman studied us.
‘What are…’ clare began, but she interrupted me.
‘Don’t worry your pretty girl, english. I speak your language and i don’t want to hear you murder mine. What do you do here? This place is private, no camping. It is wrong that you are here.’ her accent was strong but she obviously had a greater command of english. She glanced around and shook her head in dismay at our desecration of her land and then, when she saw the fire, she grabbed my arm and pulled me around.’hey,’ i cried. ‘What is this? You think to fire this whole field? Stupid english girls.’i tore my arm back. ‘Listen. We’re sorry. We didn’t mean any harm. We’ll just pack up and leave.’ i turned back to the tent but then heard clare squeal.’let me go,’ clare was struggling in the woman’s grasp but she was too small to break free. ‘Please!’
‘No, you must come with me. La gendarmes must be told.’
‘Listen, you let her go or i’ll hit you.’ i snatched up a saucepan and stood brandishing it, ready to clout this rude woman if she didn’t let clare go. Things had gone too far. I couldn’t see what we had done wrong but if we had to leave then we would leave, but she had no right to bully us.”so you wish to assault me now, eh? You make things worse you know.” calming herself, the woman pushed clare to the ground. Clare scampered over to me and i threw down the saucepan and began pulling our clothes from the tent.”come on, clare. Let’s get dressed. We’ll find a much nicer place than this,’ i said. I turned my back on the woman as i pulled off my t-shirt and slipped on my bra and a blouse, and finally stepped into a skirt as she appeared ready to explode but i ignored her.”hurry,’ insisted the awful french woman. ‘Clear your things. I will drive you to the village.’ she watched us as we silently dressed and then packed up our little campsite. As i threw things into my pack, i studied her from the corner of my eye. She was about forty and was wearing riding clothes; tight britches, high snug polished riding boots and a white blouse. Her chestnut hair was long and flowing hair, she would have been extremely attractive if she smiled rather than glaring at us.i made a show of cleaning the fire, scattering the large stones we had used to form a fireplace and in the end, there was only a small circle of blackened earth to show we had ever been there.
‘I am madam renard, you will call me madam…come.’ she turned, strode to her car, and opened the back for our packs, obviously expecting us to follow and do as we were told.
‘Oh, come on, nazoo,’ hissed clare. ‘Let’s just go.’
I shrugged, and then nodded. ‘Okay i won’t make trouble.’ i followed clare to the car but when she wasn’t looking, i glared at madam renard, bobbed a fake curtsey, and said ‘thank you, madam,’ in a lilting voice. I don’t think she realised i was making fun of her stern manner. She merely nodded, got into the car and started the engine. The moment clare and i got into the back seats, we set off, bouncing down a dusty track between fields of sunflowers – i remember think what a shame it was that she had to spoil our little holiday like this.we had been driving for about ten minutes when i realised we were actually going away from where the village must be. ‘Where are we going?’ i asked, leaning forward so she could hear me over the squeaking and rumbling of the car. ‘The village … Cressy, is in the other direction isn’t it?she glanced back at me, muttered something in french and then, waving ahead into the distance, said. ‘The road is this way, not through the forest … I cannot drive through trees, n’est pas … Comprenez,’ she tapped her head. “you understand, english girl?”
“i am from india” i said.”ohh wow you are indian girl and your friend is english”she said.
‘Bitch,’ i muttered, and then felt better as clare’s hand found mine, feeling a strange, small thrill at our intimate contact and the way our bare knees were touching as the car bounced along. Another ten minutes of driving and we finally bumped up from the fields onto a gravel path and drove past a beautiful lake with swans gliding across the surface between ornamental lilies towards a huge intimidating chateau. A gardener stood with head bowed as we passed and then we were driving through gates and pulled up in an inner courtyard.’wow,’ exclaimed clare as she got out of the car. ‘This place is incredible. Where are we?’slamming the car door, madam renard tossed the keys to a waiting maid and called over her shoulder. ‘Welcome to chateau de la bouche.’ she made a mocking bow. “please, enter, you are my guests”.
“i thought we were going back to cressy to get our car?’ i called. Madam renard stopped on the steps to the house and turned around. It was pretty obvious she wasn’t used to being questioned and i was beginning to annoy her.”we are going to the village … Soon. I need to fetch a few things and then we will be away. Please, for a short while, be welcome in my home”. The chateau really was fabulous – this was old france. I even stopped thinking about its nasty owner who had disappeared giving orders to the maid to make us comfortable.the maid was in her late forties and dressed in a traditional maid’s uniform – black dress, cut a little short, with white lace apron and bonnet, and black seamed stockings – she looked quite sweet as she smiled and ushered us in.
“my name is claudette. I will bring you drinks in the … ‘ She thought for a moment to find the right word, ‘ … In the summer room.’ she smiled. ‘Iz nice room, you come with me.”we followed her through a succession of rooms and corridors, finally ending up in a beautiful sitting room decorated in pale, pastel greens. The sun was streaming in through lace curtains that billowed gently with the summer breeze – it really was a nice room. It smelt old and musty from the leather furniture and polished wood that filled the room but it was clean.claudette disappeared and returned a few moments later holding a tinkling tray of glasses and an icy jug and she poured two glasses that we gratefully accepted. The lemonade was ice cold, sweet and delicious – we drank several glasses.i remembered drinking the lemonade … But then the room became hazy and i remember sitting down on a leather couch.the next thing i knew, was looking at madam renard now wearing a dress. She was smiling at me, sitting on a chair opposite. I tried to focus my eyes and felt strange.”well, my naughty girls. The way i see our little situation is that i found two pretty, lesbian girls camping on my land. You were touching, kissing and playing with each other in your little tent, away from prying eyes, yes?”
I tried to say no, to shake my head, but i couldn’t move. Clare and i were friends, not lovers … And why couldn’t i move? ‘Oh, yes.’ she smiled and crossed her legs, smoothing her dress with a satisfied air. ‘There was a little something in your drinks that will make you easier for me to play with … And to punish you. You will find that you can only move or say something when i give you a direct order, or at least that is what claudette has assured me.’ she glanced to the maid who smiled and nodded happily. “we will see”.i felt a tremor of fear run through me.”it all sounds rather delicious really,’ she went on. ‘Shall we see how much control we have? You.’ she pointed at me. ‘I think you should put your hand on your friend’s leg … Do it.”without meaning to, my head glanced down beside me to look at clare’s legs. I saw her short yellow skirt lying just above her pretty, pink knees, and watched in horror as my hand moved across to rest on her right leg, my fingers slipped gently between warm thighs. It felt strange to be touching her like this and i wanted to pull my hand away, but couldn’t. “…and move your hand up, push her skirt a little higher … Good.’ beside me, clare wasn’t moving and i couldn’t see her face. Whether i liked it or not my attention was on her legs.”open your legs a little for your friend.” this was to clare and i watched as her legs spread obediently to the command.
‘Pull your skirt higher … That’s right, good girl.’
I saw clare’s hands grip the hem of her skirt and lift it high. I then gazed in horror as my hand slid up clare’s inner thigh until my fingers were brushing her white knickers. I felt hot and terribly uncomfortable to be touching her like this, and i dreaded the next instruction from our tormentor.
“you, girl. What is your name?”
‘Clare,’ came the whispered response.
‘You may address me as madam … And what is your friend’s name?’
‘Nazoo, madam.’
‘….And have you ever seen josie’s breasts, clare?’
There was a pause. ‘Yes, madam,’ mumbled clare’s voice.
‘Of course you have. Have you ever touched them?’
‘No, madam.’
‘Well i don’t think we can believe that. Nazoo, expose your breasts for clare. Let us see if she remembers touching them.’ ‘yes, madam,’ i heard myself answer, and then felt myself scoot to the front of the cushion and turn towards clare. I couldn’t stop myself. We looked calmly at each other as my fingers began undoing the tiny buttons of my blouse. Despite my fear, my hands weren’t trembling and, all too soon, i was pulling the blouse open and pushing it to the sides. My fingers continued to the front-opening clasp of my bra and it quickly sprang undone. I pushed the cotton bra-cups out of the way and pushed my naked chest towards clare.there was silence as all eyes gazed at my milky breasts, the rapidly hardening nipples, and the blush forming on both my chest and face.
‘You have beautiful very breasts, nazoo. Doesn’t she clare?’
‘Yes, madam.’ clare was staring, round eyed at my chest. My breasts are 38d cup, much larger than clare’s sweet little buds. I heard madam renard walk over behind me and then she was reaching down, cupping my breasts in her hands, taking the weight of them and offering the nipples forward. I watched clare’s face as she was forced to watch me being molested. ‘I’m sure you would like to suck one of those big nipples into your mouth, wouldn’t you clare?”…yes, madam,’ whispered clare. She slowly moved towards my left nipple until she was close enough that i could feel warm breath caress the puckered skin.
‘Lick her nipple, clare.’
I watched as my she licked my nipple … It tickled.
‘Suck it into your mouth, clare.’ with her eyes locked on mine, clare opened her mouth and slowly took my nipple into her mouth. It was warm and wet and i could feel her softly sucking. I wanted to groan. As clare sucked one nipple, madam renard rolled and pulled at the other and i could feel my pussy getting wet – i felt so ashamed.’both of you stand up, and then turn to face each other.’i felt myself stand and then turn towards clare. She was still staring at my chest and i felt another blush colour my face as my breasts bounced slightly with the movement. There was a chatter of conversation from the two french women but i didn’t catch any of it as i gazed into clare’s eyes and wondered fearfully what would happen to us.
‘Turn back to face me.’
‘Yes, madam,’ we chorused, and without doing anything, my body turned and i was standing, hands at my sides, looking down at madam renard now once again seated in front of us. The only part of me that i had any control over were my eyes and i looked on as madam renard smiled up at us in delight. ‘This is wonderful.’ she clapped her hands in delight. ‘Two delicious english girls to do whatever i wish with.’ she stood up and walked over to me. ‘Kiss me passionately, english slut.’ i watched as her face came slowly towards me, felt my mouth open to receive her probing tongue, and then her lips, soft and sticky with red lipstick, were on mine – i felt myself respond hungrily. Her hands began squeezing my breasts, roughly mauling them before tugging painfully on each nipple. Finally, the kiss was broken and she stepped back and turned her attention to clare. I couldn’t see them but could hear the kiss and could see claudette, the maid watching happily as her mistress abused my friend.madam renard stepped back into view wiping the corner of her mouth with a satisfied air. She sat down in an armchair and crossed her legs.’i think we must find you each a uniform like claudette’s, no? But for now, let us see what we have with you two. Lift your skirts for me, hold them up high.’ my body responded, doing as it was told.
‘… And legs apart a little more … Good.’ i felt my hands go down to the hem of my skirt, grasp it, and lift until my nipples were brushing the backs of my hands. It felt degrading and humiliating. I looked on, wishing i could cry as the two older women stared at us. I could feel my nipples hardening and goose-bumps rise all over my body.claudette said something to madam renard and received a nod of approval in response. With a smile, she ran happily forward, firstly to clare, then a moment later to me. Cold hands fumbled for the edge of my knickers and worked them down to around my knees. As she rose in front of me, her hand cupped my pussy. I had shaved all my pussy hair before leaving for the holiday, even the tiny strip that i usually left. The older woman’s hand briefly made intimate contact and inside i screamed, turned and ran. Unfortunately, however, my body wouldn’t allow it and i remained where i was, staring into her smiling face; my knickers around my knees, holding up my skirt as her finger started to- ‘claudette, ne soyez pas, villain! Don’t be bad, come here this instant.’ ‘oui, madam.’ claudette returned sheepishly to her employer’s side.’sit back on the couch girls and display your vagin for me … How do you say? Your vaginas please.’i could feel clare beside me as we sat back on the couch and brought our knees up, our knickers sliding down to our ankles as we opened our legs and displayed our naked, exposed wet pussies together. Madam renard stood up and came closer to inspect us.
‘So pretty, such pretty flowers you have, girls. Touch each other, open each other for me.’
We moved closer together, our legs touching and crossing as we sought each other’s naked vaginas. My hand moved over soft warm skin searching for clare’s pussy as her hand move across my leg, cool as it sought the base of my thigh. Her fingers were soon dancing softly across my pussy lips as she parted the folds of my vagina while i parted hers, feeling the moist warmth of her open flesh. A moan of desire filled me and was glad it never made it to my still lips. There we remained as madam renard and claudette studied us. Reaching down, madam renard slowly dipped the middle finger of each hand into each of us. I felt it sink into me, my vagina welcome it, tightening, seeking to hold her fast. I was amazed to realise my sex was so very wet, how easily her finger had slid into me. She withdrew her fingers and sucked the glistening honey from each in turn. ‘Mmm, delicious. To the window please, girls,’ said madam renard, cheerfully. We both sat up and with knickers still caught around our ankles, made our way to the window where sunlight still shone through thin cotton curtains.’place your hands on the sill and push out your bottoms.’ there was a smattering of french as our bodies complied with the request and i felt my skirt flipped up over my back as i pushed out my bottom. My body dutifully bent forward, and with straight legs and bare bottom i gazed out of the window at the courtyard with madam renard’s little car in the same spot where we had parked just a short time ago. She came up between us and her hand began caressing the cheeks of my bottom, squeezing and patting, holding my cheeks apart to expose my anus and vagina. I knew she must have been doing the same to clare.
‘You are such naughty girls.’ she slapped my bottom hard. ‘Such very naughty girls.’
Slap! Her hand came down again even harder. ‘But here in france you must not just camp where you wish, slap! My bottom tingled from the impact but my body wasn’t moving.
‘You must be punished.’ slap, slap, slap! It was hard, and it hurt, and i felt a tear come to my eye.
‘You … Come here!’ she must have been talking to clare, as my body remained prone to her hand.
Slap slap slap!
‘Lick her here.’ i felt movement between my legs and then someone, clare, began licking my bottom. At first, her wet tongue licked over each cheek, cooling the fire from the spanking, but then she was directed between the soft cheeks and her tongue was lapping at my anus. I blushed as i realised what clare was being made to do and that i was actually enjoying the experience. I wanted to die but the tongue continued, pushing its way in past my tight sphincter. Her hands spread the cheeks of my bottom further, allowing more access to me, but then she was pulled away.
‘You … Nazoo, do the same to clare.’ i rose, and turned in time to see clare stand up and bend over with her hands on the windowsill. Almost in a daze, i went down on my knees behind her, spread the cheeks of her pert little bottom and gazed at her puckered brown hole as my face came closer. It was musky. A feeling of revulsion was ignored by my captive body, my tongue came out, and i began lapping hungrily at her asshole.’her pussy as well, mon cherie. Yes, like that.’ i licked from clare’s ass, down past her gaping wet vagina to her clitoris and the carefully trimmed, soft hair of her pussy before moving up again. The muskiness of her ass soon mixing with the sweeter taste of her vagina and i realised i was loving doing this to clare, i couldn’t get enough of her. My hands spread her bottom further but then a flush of despair filled me as i was pulled up painfully by the hair before i could do more.
‘Back beside your friend, nazoo.’
Slap, slap slap! For a few moments, our bottoms were spanked hard, the heat inflaming the cheeks of my bottom but also lighting a fire deep in my sex. I knew my pussy was now very wet and i was incredibly aroused and actually i wanted more – it was so confusing, and then madam renard stopped and was standing between us again, staring out of the window. It was as if all three of us were intent upon something in the chateau grounds, but in fact, madam renard was manoeuvring her thumb deep into my anus and three fingers into my sopping wet vagina. She began fucking both my holes and i knew she was doing the same to clare. The fucking continued for some time before i realised madam renard was breathing heavily. In the reflection of the window, i caught sight of claudette behind madam renard. She had raised her mistress dress and was licking and fucking her with a large glass dildo – a few moments later madam renard had a loud, powerful orgasm, removed her hands from clare and i without saying a word, and then left the room. Silence enveloped us and it seemed like an eternity passed. Eventually, clare spoke.
‘Nazoo? Nazoo i can move again.’
I tested my own abilities but still couldn’t move or even speak. Clare slowly stood up next to me. ‘Josie? Can you still not move? Oh you poor thing.’ i felt her hand smooth down my skirt, covering my bottom and i felt incredibly grateful to her. ‘That was…amazing.’ i felt confused. How could she think that ordeal was amazing? My confusion turned to shock as her hand cupped my left breast and squeezed. She rolled my nipple between her fingers and it hardened as my embarrassment took over again. I was starting to get control now as the drug lost its grip on me. I slowly turned my head towards clare and her face filled my view as she kissed me softly on the lips, her tongue forcing me to open my mouth.
She whispered. ‘Stay as you are…please…just for a moment.’
I did as she asked and felt her cup my bottom, her finger slipped into my wet vagina and i finally heard a moan escape my lips as a second finger joined the first and began exploring the wet folds of my sex. ‘We should get out of here … Leave.’ despite my words, i remained bent over, pushing my bottom out for her attention.
‘But i want to stay.’
‘What?’ i stood up and slowly turned around. ‘You want to stay here?’
‘We can run any time. I want to be made to play more with you, nazoo.’
‘We can play on our own, clare … We don’t need her to make us … Let’s just get out of here.’
‘Please, nazoo…’
The door opened and madam renard walked back in. She stopped when she saw we had regained control of our bodies, and for a few moments, nothing was said. Claudette came back in carrying two uniforms on hangers.the maid smiled at us. ‘Show madam that you are good obedient maids. Lift your skirts for her … Do it now.’ she clapped her hands. Clare and i turned towards each other and i watched as a small smile played across clare’s features.’please,’ she whispered. We turned back to madam renard and slowly lifted our skirts in submission.we stayed the summer with madam renard. I liked wearing the maid’s uniforms we were given, and we were forced to do even more awful things for madam renard … Should i tell you more?
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