"Nnnnnuuuhhh," she panted, her small asscheeks contracting with her pleasure as they rose in the air. Almost desperately, the Oriental beauty started working first one finger, then several, into the tight passage of her pussy. As she sawed the first joints of the fingers in and out of her virginal twat, she rubbed the fingers of her other hand against her swollen clit with greater urgency.
"Nuuuhhhhhh," Mei-Ling panted as her ass slapped at the firm mattress of the chaise lounge. Behind her tightly shut lids, her eyes rolled back a little and her mouth opened further of its own volition.
So caught up was she in her fondling of her own pussy that the touch of Carla's hands to her heaving tits didn't register at first. Then, when the added stimulation did penetrate her lust-besotted mind, she did nothing but moan louder at the extra pleasure she was feeling.
"Yyiiiieeeee!" Mei-Ling screamed suddenly as her ass rose higher into the air and her juices flowed copiously over her fingers. Her entire compact body shuddered in a series of violent paroxysms as she came harder and harder.
At last, she stilled the actions of her fingers against her cunt and let herself collapse back to the chaise lounge. The hands were still busy on her tits and she let her eyes flutter open as she wondered about that. In truth, Mei-Ling had gotten so involved with her cum that she'd forgotten Carla had advanced her role from that of spectator to that of participant.
"Mmmmmm, darling, that was beautiful," the blonde told her as Mei-Ling turned her head and saw the other woman's avid face staring at her. "Now, lick your fingers clean and we can get on with it."
CHAPTER THREE
Mei-Ling's body reacted wildly to the command. One moment she was lying languidly on the chaise lounge in the afterglow of her cum, the next she was sitting up, her feet on the floor and the muscles in her legs tensed to spring. "Nooo!" she cried in horror. "I can't, I can't!"
"Certainly you can," Carla retorted. "And you will. It'll get you ready to taste my pussy-juices when you're eating me."
The Oriental girl shot to her feet and backed away from the other. "Nooo," she moaned, "nooooo."
"Yes!" her abuser shot back.
"I'm not a pervert," Mei-Ling insisted.
"You will be," Carla informed her. "Actually, I don't consider myself a pervert because I like eating cunt. Indeed, I don't even consider myself a pervert because I get a kick out of mistreating people or making them do things that they wouldn't do otherwise. Instead, I like to think of myself as being on the cutting edge of a new awareness of sexuality."
"You, if you want, can consider me a pervert. But, you may well accept this, my dear, you are going to become a pervert, too, if that's how you want to think of women eating each other. Because, mark my words, you are going to eat me, just as I'm going to lick your pretty pussy until you go crazy."
Mei-Ling cowered before the other woman's gaze, her senses reeling. "You… you can eat me if you want," she whimpered. "I can't stop you. But, I'm not going to do anything like that to you. I… I'd rather die than kiss your cunt."
"Oh, don't be melodramatic," Carla snapped. "It's not the end of the world. Actually, it's a lot of fun. Once you've eaten me two or three times, you'll probably find that you're looking forward to doing it again as soon as you get a chance."
"You know," she went on, "I had the same attitude about eating pussy as you did. I had to be forced to do it the first couple of times. But, gradually, I got over my hatred of it. Now, balling a woman is just another variation on sex to me, just another way of having fun."
The Chinese girl shook her head. "Noooo," she moaned. "I just couldn't."
"Sure you could," Carla told her calmly. "Come over here and try it."
"I won't," Mei-Ling insisted. "You can't make me."
Carla chuckled. "Don't be absurd, Mei-Ling. I can make you do anything. I can even make you beg me to let you eat my cunt."
The distraught Oriental beauty shook her head so hard her hair whipped across her face. "Nooooo, I'd never do that," she proclaimed.
"Oh, but you will," Carla retorted. "Indeed, you will do so before the evening is over. So why don't you just give up the protestation and let's start having fun together, hmmmm?"
"No," Mei-Ling replied. "I won't do it. And you won't be able to make me."
To her surprise, Carla smiled. "You know," she said conversationally, "I'm glad you're taking this attitude. I was actually afraid that I'd be able to talk you into doing what I want. Now, I get to have some other fun with you before we eat each other." Suddenly, she turned her head. "Get in here!" she snapped toward the door that led to the interior of the wing; the door which was slightly ajar.
Mei-Ling's eyes turned to regard that door, which was swinging open. Then the horrified Chinese girl started backing away from where she'd stood, because Carl and Olga were entering the dressing room. And both of them were naked.
What kind of place is this? the Oriental girl asked herself. What kind of woman is she, letting her brother look at her naked? She, of course, had no way of knowing that Carl had done more than merely look at his sister's nakedness, no way of knowing that he had sucked her tits and cunt, that he had fucked her ass with his tongue or had her sit over his stiff cock and fuck herself until she was incapable of cumming anymore.
"Mei-Ling needs some correcting," Carla said to the naked pair. "Prepare her for it."
Carl and Olga started shuffling toward the terrified girl, moving away from each other to come at the trembling young woman from both sides. They couldn't move fast, because both were wearing fetters that restricted how far apart they could move their feet. In addition, they were handcuffed as Mei-Ling was.
"Come, leibchen," Olga murmured. "It is better you do not fight. You have made your point, no one will think bad of you if you do now what the mistress demands."
"Yeah, baby," Carl agreed in an oily voice. "You're going to do it anyway, why not save yourself some agony?"
"Nooo," the diminutive woman moaned. "I will not do it, I will not!"
They kept closing in on her, driving her back toward a corner of the room. If she kept retreating, Mei-Ling knew, they would soon be able to capture her. With a sudden burst of energy, she leaped forward, intending to pass between them. She didn't know what she would do after she eluded them, but she would worry about that when she put some distance between her and the diabolic pair.
She almost managed to get away. But, at the last moment, Carl twisted and went to one knee as his hands shot out and closed on her right ankle. Off balance, Mei-Ling started to fall forward. She threw out her hands to break her fall, but it was unnecessary. Almost as fast as Carl had moved, Olga spun and caught the small woman under the waist.
Mei-Ling tried to hit at them, but Olga had anticipated her reaction. As Mei-Ling's arms swung, the older, sturdier woman grabbed them and forced them down to the struggling girl's body. At the same time, Carl had managed to shift his grip until he had both of Mei-Ling's feet in his grasp.
Effortlessly, he yanked her feet off the floor. Only Olga's hold on her hands kept Mei-Ling from being thrown onto her face. She struggled and squirmed as hard as she could but couldn't free herself from the iron grip in which they held her. Slowly, the two bound slaves bore their mistress' latest victim toward the chaise lounge.
"Your last chance to agree to do as I want," Carla told the wildly struggling captive.
"I won't! I won't!" Mei-Ling insisted.
"Yes, you will," Carla countered, her face aglow with anticipation. "If not now, then later. Yes indeed," she added, "before long you will be begging me to let you eat my cunt."