2 comments/ 52926 views/ 13 favorites A Gothic Seduction By: sididis Arabella had come to the city not long after her mother's funeral. Her death from the cancer that had consumed her, had given both mother and daughter a merciful release from the misery that had plagued both their lives. The move to the city had been a decision on her part to get away from the sadness and pitying glances that she received from neighbours and friends around her. She had needed desperately to get away from all that emotional baggage. So, very much on a whim, she had packed a bag and caught a bus and had ended up in high summer in a hot and sticky city by the sea. After a week of furious job seeking, she had successfully interviewed for a job as a shop assistant at a big CD emporium. The pay was okay and for the first month all she really was required to do was to stack CD's on the various racks. Back where she came from, the notion of sub-culture was unheard of. But her new job, as a shelf packer at had begun to expose her to customers from all walks of life. She had come across this strange looking girl with long purple extensions in the alternative music aisle, slipping club flyers in between the CD's. The flyers had a picture of a green fairy on it and her interest was immediately peaked, she liked fairies. But she was puzzled by the references to Goth, Industrial and EBM, so she had approached the girl. Coolly the black-clad had appraised this slight brunette, looking somewhat awkward in blue jeans, white sneakers and a turquoize "CD-Shrine" T-shirt. "Wow" the Gothette had exclaimed, "What planet did you just fly in from?". She seemed amazed that anyone should not know this terminology, and having introduced herself as Dagmar, she volunteered to tell Arabella more at a nearby coffee shop during her break. When she arrived at the Java Junction, Dagmar was seated at a table waiting for her. She was wearing a high- wasted biker jacket, with a black baby doll T-shirt that said "Darkchilde" and a cute purpley Tartan skirt over fishnet stockings that put her long legs to good use. A pair of black combat ankle boots completed the ensemble. Arabella, in the store T-shirt, felt very underdressed. "I ordered you a cappuccino, coz every working girl needs her caffeine fix" "Thanks" said Arabella, sitting down, "what do I owe you?" "Nothing," Dagmar smiled her teeth scarily white, between blackened lips "I owed you for not reporting me to your store manager" "Yeah, well he's an arsehole anyway." "Amen to that sister." Dagmar took a sip on her coffee and leaned forward, a tiny bit of foam resting on her upper lip," So what can I tell you?" "Gee I don't know, um I've seen the Gothic music section, but I really haven't had a chance to listen to any of it, its not requested very often" "Well there's quite a lot to it, there are different genres of music within the scene. "Some like Darkwave are slow and hauntingly beautiful, whilst others like EBM & Electro-goth are shit-kicking fast." Arabella felt confused, "Geez, I wouldn't know where to start." "You know, you'll really only appreciate the whole scene, if you go clubbing" "Well I'd like to," Arabella nodded "But I wouldn't know what to wear, I've never been to a that sort of a club, back where I'm from the church social was a big thing" " You are new in the city, I tell you what, you be my guest at Absinthe on Friday night, just tell the guy at the door that you're on the list, okay? "Wow! Thanks" Arabella said eyes flashing with delight, "That's really nice of you." Ah its nothing really, the club's owner owes me big time, "This is going to be so cool," Arabella, gushed "um, what time should I get there?" "Hmm," Dagmar mused , pausing to take a drag from her cigarette, "about ten thirty to elevenish should do, its pretty dead until then. Now as to your wardrobe, what do you own that is black?" "Oh, um, nothing I don't think, mostly just normal stuff, you know, with colours, I haven't really thought about clothes." "You're going to be quite a handful, I can see," Dagmar grinned, "but no worries, you're about my size, so scrap the invite and what say you come around to my flat on Friday after work? You can choose some of my clothes, uh, what size shoe do you take?" "A five, five and a half, I'd really be grateful if I could borrow some of your stuff" " Hey, Dagmar grinned, "Perfect that's my size too. What's more you have to dress the part. I have an image to protect you know, I can't have my girl going clubbing without the right stuff, that would be tres uncool" After borrowing a pen from their waitron, Dagmar scrawled down her address on the back of one of the flyers. "Here you go, I've put my phone number at the bottom in case you get lost." The rest of the week rattled past and Friday came soon enough. Arabella had spent a few of her lunchtimes at the Internet café researching Goths and drooling over some of the clothing sites. From what she had seen, Goth chicks dressed very sexily if not a little scarily, everything from vamp/slut to something resembling a Srar Trek Borg. She had gone home and sorted through her wardrobe in the vain hope of finding anything Gothey that she could take along to Dagmar's. She had ended up with a small bundle of black, which comprised primarily of a bra and panty set, a silk camisole and a pair of fish-net stockings she had bought for her last boyfriend Tim. Knowing that she was going to get a serious make over she did not bother to spend any time on her make-up or clothing. She dressed in her usual gear, namely a tight tummy showing lavender Hello-Kitty T –shirt, blue levy's and sneakers. She got to Dagmar's apartment building around 6:30 having stopped at a bottle store on the way. The building, named Drakenstein, itself was quite old but in good shape. The entrance was protected by two large stone lions and a staunch wrought iron gate. To the left of which was a brass intercom which had about 20 buttons. She pushed the button one marked 16 and after a few moments, there was a crackle followed by Dagmar's voice "Hi, just a mo' I'll buzz you up." After a shaky elevator ride up to the 3rd floor, Arabella stepped out into small passage way, she was carrying a small backpack as an overnight bag and a carrier bag containing the bottles she'd just purchased. No 16 was right at the end of the passage, even without the number it was easy to distinguish as it had been painted a glossy black. Nervously she raised the silver gargoyle knocker and let it fall. Dagmar's voice answered, "Its open come on in" The door opened onto deep red-carpeted hallway, doors opened from it, two to the right and 2 to the left. The end of the hall way was occupied by a huge 5 foot high plaster angel, Arabella walked to it in amazement. Just then Dagmar emerged from the last room to the left "Hi Arabella, I'm so glad you made it" She was barefoot, her long pale legs ended beneath a large black cut- off t-shirt with a faded slogan that read "667, Neighbour of the Beast" Arabella noticed that both the biceps on her arms were covered in a Celtic interlace tattoo. Her toes were painted with a dark purple nail polish. "Hello Dagmar", Arabella said turning with a shy smile, "I really like your angel" " Yeah isn't he gorgeous? I swiped him from the old cemetery, just before they turned it into a shopping mall" Arabella looked at the statue uncertainly, ‘It's, um, he's massive, how did you get him here?" " Hah that's a whole fucking big tale of woe, which can only be told when I'm a hellova lot drunker than I am now. Come through to the lounge and get comfortable." Her lounge turned out to be small but really cosy, a large 3 seater couch dominated, there was a book shelf piled high with books, some small side tables there was also a big black stereo system with two CD towers arranged on either side. Some sort of ethereal music was playing it involved soft tones, chimes and a lilting female voice. The soft light in the room came from a black candelabrum on which five red candles were burning. A strong smell of incense filled the air.. "Just dump you stuff over there," she pointed to an available corner, " Arabella relieved herself of her baggage, and extracted the two bottles she had bought. " I didn't know what you drank, so I got some red wine and this vodka" "Wow" Dagmar enthused, "its like you read my mind, I just today bought loads of cranberry juice, which is brilliant with vodka" " Just sit down and I'll go get it." Dagmar disappeared down the passage Arabella could hear glasses clinking. She took in her surroundings, on the coffee table in front of her were a couple of CD's, a pack of Death Cigarettes, a silver skull lighter, a black marble ash tray, a pack of Rizla papers and a small wooden cigar box, closed with a brass clasp. She curiously picked up one of the CD's entitled ‘Diary of Dreams' and began to read the insert. A wee while later Dagmar returned with a tray containing a box of juice, glasses and an ice bucket. After pouring them both stiff drinks bloodied with cranberry juice, she collapsed onto the couch tucking one foot under her. " So I was thinking," she said as she fixed drinks for both of them. That we hang out here until about 10'ish, and then go to a bar I know before moving on to the club." "That'd be cool," Arabella ventured. Thinking that a bar would be great, as she could load up some serious Dutch courage before setting foot in a strange new environment. Sitting down next to her on the couch, Dagmar took a long sip of her bloodied cocktail, "Yum, this is the dog's bollocks" " Yes," Arabella agreed, " It's a very nice drink" She fell silent, suddenly feeling out of her depth. An uncomfortable silence followed between them. She was aware of Dagmar's attention she had tucked one long pale leg beneath her. Arabella panned the other long pale leg that stretched towards her. Starting at the long purpley painted toes, on beautiful feet, narrow ankles and then the long subtle curve of calf knee and thigh. The long black T-shirt rode up where the other leg tucked under, she got a brief glimpse of tight black shorts. "Uh this music is unusual, what is it?" "It's "Canatara by a band called Dead Can Dance" " Wow could you get a more Gothic name?" Dagmar smiled, "actually as they're Neo Folk cum World Music you probably could." "Oh," Arabella groaned. "Well the name sounded Gothic." "I tell you what, I'll lend a couple of compilation albums of definitive Goth and you can make up your own mind after listening to them, deal?" "Deal," Arabella agreed, feeling less of a prat. Dagmar got up and went to one of the CD racks and started rifling through her collection. Arabella followed and knelt down on the carpet alongside her. The CD's piled up quickly and before long Arabella had a good cross section of music to listen to. Names that hinted of darkness and strangeness; Bauhaus, Lacuna Coil, Cruxshadows, Diva Destruction, Miranda Sex Garden, Mors Syphylitica, Skeletal family, Virgin Prunes, Diamanda Galas. "Do yourself a favour, put them on when you're alone at night. Light a candle and maybe some incense and just listen" "I'll do that," Arabella agreed stuffing the pile of discs into her backpack with a clatter. "Of course you're going to hear a lot of fast dark stuff at the club tonight." "Yeah I'm really looking forward to it." "Good did you bring any clothes?" "Um I really don't own anything black," she confessed nervously, "I did bring some black underwear" "Well that's a start, I'll show you my wardrobe and we can choose you an outfit. It's going to be fun dressing you up" Dagmar's hand reached out to brush a strand of hair away from Arabella's face. She felt the finger trace lightly across her forehead, then just touching her right ear as it pushed the strand back into place. Arabella closed her eyes with the sensation "Mmm, nice" she murmured. "You know, you've got really lovely hair," Dagmar said fondling the strand, "You should let me colour it" Arabella started, "What?" "Colour it , you've got admit although its in good condition, it is kind of boring" "Oh" Arabella's heart sank, that was it, she was boring, mousey and boring. Her clothes sucked she had no subculture and to top it all, this heavenly creature thought she was dull. "But," Dagmar continued unabashed, " There's nothing a make-over can't fix. I've got these really cool hair colours, come and see. The next thing Arabella was being dragged through to the small blue and white tiled bathroom. Pulling out a large white plastic box, Dagmar opened it's lid with a flourish, to reveal a kaleidoscope of hair dyes. "Tah dah!" "I got them all from a hair show I did last month," Dagmar continued, "Those hair product salesmen just dump this stuff on you. Also, my friend Bianca, she's a stylist, gave me all her samples as well " Rifling through the boxes and bottles, Dagmar extracted some colours "So go on be daring, choose a really cool one." Arabella shrugged, "Gee, I don't know Dagmar, I mean I've got to go to work, and I don't know what they'd say" "Bullshit, you work with CD's the weirder you are the better. Take my word for it, this will probably get you a promotion." "Well, if you say so…" "I do." After some debate Arabella settled on a Firebird Red, mostly due to the packaging, which had Mila Jovavich, sporting a shocking red bob. She followed Dagmar into the bathroom, it was small and cosy, with blue and white tiles, a toilet, a basin and a shower cubicle. "Okay, we'll have to bleach your hair before we add the colour. Oh and you might want to lose that t-shirt unless you want it getting bleach all over it" Arabella took off her t-shirt, inhaling sharply as the cool bathroom air raised Goosebumps across her exposed flesh. She suddenly felt very conscious of her breasts, visions of Dagmar touching them flashed before her eyes. She thought she had a good enough body; previous boyfriends had never had cause for complaint. She was not overweight although she did no exercise and had never dieted. On a whim she reached behind her and unclasped her bra strap. "Don't want to get bleach on this either" she muttered, aware of Dagmar's cool stare. Throwing her bra and T-shirt into a pile in the corner of the bathroom, she turned and sat down on the toilet seat. Dagmar cast an appraising eye over her while she collected some items from her bathroom chest. She could feel the cold of the porcelain rim against her thighs. Her nipples puckered at the sudden chill and she could feel gooseflesh rising. Dagmar smiled and reached to extract a faded blue towel from a shelf above her. "Here, wear this over your shoulders, I'll get you something to pin it with." Thus saying, she exited the bathroom, returning a moment later with a big silver kilt pin, with which she securely pinned the towel at Arabella's throat. The warmth and a return to a modicum of modesty were welcome. Arabella basked in the sudden warmth of Dagmar's fingers as the trailed across her neck Dagmar dropped a white tablet into a small plastic mixing bowl. Then the sharp sting of bleach filled the air as she poured some from a brown glass bottle, into the bowl. "Pee yoo!" she exclaimed, "This is the worst smell ever." Pulling out an old toothbrush she rapidly began to stir the mixture in the bowl. "Okay we're ready,", she finally uttered, "Close your eyes, please." Dagmar opened something, she heard a metal lid drop onto the side of the basin, then cold clammy greasy stuff was being applied to her neck. "Relax baby, its only Vaseline," Dagmar's reassuring voice breathed near her ear, "This will protect your skin from the bleach" She then applied more of the gloop to her temples across her and into her hairline. More got rubbed over her ears, she felt Dagmar's competent fingers on her delicate lobes and a thrill shot through her, she had always had really sensitive ears. This was followed by a grievous chemical assault on her hair. With much combing of the toothbrush through her locks, as the bleach got applied. The smell of the stuff made her eyes water. After what seemed like ages Dagmar turned on the taps in the basin and said, "Okay that's done now we'll wash it out." She got up and leaned over the bowl, warm water engulfed her head. Her scalp felt very sensitive and tingled as Dagmar's strong fingers ran through her hair.Shefelt the warmth of Dagmars chest against her back. Dagmar took time to ensure that all the bleach was washed out before draining the water. After a quick towel dry, the second stage of the operation was relatively simple, and soon a dark red paste had covered her entire head. Twisting her hair up into a bun on top of her head, Dagmar stretched a plastic cap over her head. "Right that's pretty much it, now we just have to give it time to take." A Gothic Seduction Ch. 02 A few minutes later, as they waited for the dye to fix, they were again seated on the sofa in the lounge. Arabella's head was swathed in a plastic shower cap and covered with a multi-coloured towel. Her scalp tingled as the stuff went to work, a strong smell of chemicals, filled her nose. It felt weird sitting there, while a laboratory fumed above her. "So I was gonna tell you about the angel" Pausing for a sip, Dagmar continued, "I first saw it when some friends and me went to the old cemetery for a picnic" "Of course we don't have cemeteries as old as the ones they have in London, I would kill to see Highgate, its where Karl Marx is planted, but its still pretty old. So we'd heard that they were going to plough it all up and wanted to go there one last time before it all disappeared. Ciggie?" As she reached for the pack of cigarettes and her lighter, Arabella could help but notice the swell of her pale left breast beneath the cut-off T. It was obvious that she was not wearing a bra. A slight thrill ran through her, which was strange as she hadn't though of women in that way before. Dagmar leaned back and inhaled until the ember on her cigarette glowed. She parted her lips and emitted three perfectly formed smoke rings. "So there we were on a perfect spring day, with this quaint picnic basket that Klaus borrowed from his aunt, having like the best time. Great atmosphere, warm breeze, good wine and wonderful food, coz Gillian, Gareth's girlfriend is a trainee chef at one of those posh restaurants up by the lake, you'll probably meet these guys at the club tonight. We were gothed up to the nines, I was wearing a long black gown, the other three were in more black than is normally seen at a funeral" Arabella sipped her drink the bite of cranberry was followed by the slight burn of vodka, she thought it a good combination. "We had drunk our way through the best part of 4 bottles of wine and were way pissed even in spite of the great food we had eaten. I had gotten onto this rant about graveyards and how sexy I found them, the history, and the aura of death, that sort of thing. Heh, it seems silly now but you have to remember that we were quite squiffy by then. Klaus had brought his digital camera and he asked Gillian and me if we'd be up for doing some poses with some gravestones. Well one thing led to another and Gill and I ended up leaning against that angel, which to be honest was not standing too straight to begin with. I then got a wicked idea and after conferring with Gill we laid it out for the boys. What, I said, would they do for us if we turned the pose session into a topless shoot? I already knew what I wanted but I was damn curious to know how far I could push the guys." Arabella leaned forward intrigued, "No way?!" A smile was playing on Dagmar's lips. " Of course way, they're boys after all. Here I'll show you." She climbed up off the couch and went to her bookshelf. She returned with a large photo album and opened it up on the coffee table in front of Arabella. Normally people's photo albums bored the pants off her, but this time she was pretty interested in seeing the picnic pictures. The album was covered in purple velveteen, spiral bound with black plastic covered sleeves. "Count yourself lucky," Dagmar smiled as she settled down on the couch." I only show this album to a very select few." The first shots were of the group getting standing in front of a large black twin cab pickup truck. "That's Gareth's truck, its great for putting the fear into taxi drivers, also its got a bitchin sound system" She pointed to a tall blonde boy, quite handsome in a Teutonic sort of way, he was wearing leather trousers and a button up black shirt." That's Klaus, I took the pic which is why it's not as good as some of the others." Successive photos introduced Arabella to Grant a beautiful boy with waist length black hair and his girlfriend Gillian a petite girl with red hair and a snub nose, wearing a long dark green velvet dress. "I'm so envious of her skin, she's a natural redhead, and so she is genetically equipped with pale skin to die for. They've been together for ever" Photo's of the couple seemed to express an intimacy that only couples seem to have, a lack of awkwardness, the way they held each other. Arabella felt a twinge of regret, her relationship with Tim had been passionate but all too brief, and her move to the city had put paid to any chance of reconciliation. As the pages turned so the picnic seemed to become more bacchanalian. The picnickers looked more relaxed, and the photos seemed less conspired. " Here's where the gravestone poses start." The camera had caught some lovely shots of Dagmar and Gillian draped over tombstones, lying on graves, imitating statues, Arabella reserved the opinion that the shoot would probably have been more successful if the girls were not so drunk. Their happy sloppy stances were in direct contrast to their solemn surroundings. " And right here is where the photos become a lot more interesting." Dagmar said, turning the page. " In exchange for seeing some bootie the guys had to agree to get that big fuckin angel back to my place afterward" Arabella smiled broadly as the pages revealed pictures of Dagmar and Gillian undressing each other, she noted that Dagmar was the first down to her bra, leaving her dress hanging from her hips. "Oh wow, you have a really cool tattoo!" Arabella exclaimed. A large black Celtic cross covered Dagmar's back. "Yah, that's almost a years work there, Jimmy my tattooist stopped charging me after the 6th month, by then it had become a labour of love." In the first few pictures it was somewhat obscured by her bra strap, but there followed a few shots of her back with the bra removed. " Still doesn't do justice, here are some close-up shots" Exposed Dagmar's back was a masterpiece the paleness of her skin contrasted with the stark black of the interlaced ink work. "God that must have hurt." Arabella said. " I just got a little butterfly done and I nearly passed out." "Yah well, fortunately I have a high pain threshold, in fact I think I got quite addicted to the needle, would you like to see my other tattoo?" Turning the page revealed some more photos of Dagmar lying on a gravestone by now she was completely nude. A short study of the sequence of photos told her a bit more about Dagmar's body modifications. She was pierced in both nipples, and belly button below, which a Celtic pattern began which ended in an arrow shape at her groin. Gillian on the other hand was only pierced in her left nipple and did not seem to have any other visible markings. She was, as the russet triangle of her pubic patch indicated, a natural redhead. Seeing her pale body against the dark stonework was the perfect contrast of softness of flesh against the roughness of stone. Paging further she saw that Klaus had captured the girls both naked and intertwined on a grave. Several zoom shots showed that they had ceased to mug for the camera and were in fact, engaged in some serious kissing. "I guess we were drunk than we thought; it started off just as bargaining chip to get the boys to lug that silly angel. But we got so into it that we forgot about the boys and the camera." She turned to page to display a blank sheet, "Fortunately so did Klaus, he was so distracted he forgot to take any more pics, or at least that's what he told us when he got prints made. I still have this feeling that we're gonna show up on Gothic Sluts or something" Arabella felt her cheeks colouring and quickly reached for her drink. Here she was not even a half hour into the evening and she had to deal with sudden sexual awareness she up until now did not even know she had. Dagmar was stunning naked and did not seem to mind flaunting her body. Temptation lay within arm's reach, Arabella felt herself go moist at the prospect of this evening going further. Her pulse raced, she felt her cheeks glow, her palms felt sweaty. "Did," she raised her eyes to meet Dagmar's, "Did you like it? Uh, making out with Gillian I mean?" " Hell yeah," Dagmar grinned, " What's not to like, she's a peach" So saying she closed the album and got up to put it away. Arabella stared at her hands, Dagmar's frankness had scared her, she wondered if she shouldn't just leave. It would be safer if she did, nothing could happen. It was her choice to make. But then here she was with dye dripping down her neck and wearing a stupid shower cap. As yet nothing had happened, and nothing was unless she let it. Dagmar returned to the couch. Arabella moved her gaze from her hands to Dagmar's toes. "Arabella. Hey are you okay?" Her toes flexed as she lowered herself to look Arabella in the face. "Huh? Oh yeah I'm fine" Dagmar's face was so close to hers, she could feel her breathe on her skin. Arabella raised her eyes to meet two grey-green pools of concern " Babes are you sure, you're feeling alright, you've gone all pale" " I'm alright, it's just the bleach." She gasped. Dagmar's lips were close now so close, she only had to turn her neck slightly and she could brush her mouth against them. She suddenly wanted very much to do that. "Dagmar?" "Yes baby?" "Could I, I mean would you mind very much, if I kissed you?" "Hmmm took you long enough, so get over here." Dagmar ceded. She moved her head forward tilting it slightly; Arabella closed her eyes and moved into the kiss. It was electric, she felt warmth and moist softness touching her lips, she parted them slightly. Her mind was racing along with her heartbeat. Dagmar's hands were at her waist, touching her skin brushing the side of her stomach and then moving over her lower ribs heading upwards. Arabella's head fell backward and Dagmar pressed home her advantage. Her mouth descended and her tongue pushed forward sliding over lips, teeth and finally finding Arabella's shy softness. Tentatively she extended her own tongue to meet the advance, and thrilled to the tingle as their tongues touched and twisted serpent like about each other. She began to explore Dagmar's mouth and warm moist tongue in turn. Dagmar's mouth tasted of musky combinations of cigarette and cranberry. They continued to kiss passionately their mouths moving against each other. Dagmar's hands moved over to Arabella's back and moved up and down her spine, nails lightly clawing her soft white skin. They finally parted from the kiss, Arabella's lips and tongue felt electric, she could feel her pussy starting to get very damp. They were still close enough to feel each other's breathe, both were breathing faster now. "You like?" Dagmar asked "Strangely yes," Arabella replied, "You taste great" "I could eat you up right here and now, "Dagmar growled. "I think I'd like that, Arabella smiled, "Um but what about my hair?" "Shit, we've got to rinse it," She jumped up and extended her hand, "Milady your shower awaits" They went together hand in hand to the bathroom. Dagmar leaned into the shower and began to fiddle with the faucet, " You've got to get this damn thing's temperature just right, otherwise it'll boil you alive." Water began to gush from the showerhead. Dagmar removed a dripping arm from the shower cubicle "There, got it, that should be just perfect now." Arabella quickly removed her towel, under Dagmar's hungry gaze. "God you have the most perfect breasts, I'm bloody jealous." "They're nothing special," She said looking down at them. Her light pink nipples were standing at point "Hah you say that, but I bet you drive guys wild when you wear a tight top." "Naaah, I don't get noticed much." "That will change as from tonight, I promise you, you'll be able to get anyone you want." "Well," Arabella said, "Right now all I want is to get this gunk out of my hair" She undid the buttons on her jeans and grabbing her panty straps as well, pulled down the tight cotton & denim over her thighs, then her calves and finally her feet. She kicked out of them and straitened up. She met Dagmar's gaze and putting a hand to her hip, cheekily gave a wiggle. Then removing the stupid shower cap she turned and stepped into the steaming shower. The warm water engulfed her and she closed eyes and tilted her face toward the showerhead. She stayed like that for a little while, enjoying the sensation of the water droplets hitting her face and body. "Hey Arabella?" Dagmar's voice broke into her reverie, "Would you like some conditioner?" The door to the shower slid open and then Dagmar was in the shower with her. With her eyes still closed Arabella felt Dagmar's hands move into her hair and begin to massage something into her scalp. Her hair was soon being thoroughly washed and rinsed, she felt herself blissing out as strong knowing fingers worked their way through her sodden tresses. Then a bar of musky smelling soap was run over her back, across he bum, down the backs of her thighs and down to her calves. Dagmar's hands snaked around and drew the bar of soap up over her shins, her knees the tops of her thighs, her belly and finally her breasts. As the soap was massaged into her tits she felt her nipples stiffening. Dagmar then started going over the same areas she had already traced in soap with a loofa glove. The scratchy object reddened her skin as Dagmar's strong hands rubbed it into over her. Her skin felt raw, and the sudden soft touch of Dagmar's fingers after the harshness of the loofa, made her muscles under the skin jump. "Wow Dagmar that feels weird," she turned her head to say and in doing so got to see Dagmar in the flesh so to speak. Arabella's heart skipped a beat as she took in the small high breasts ending in coral tipped points, she noted the barbells pierced through each erect nipple before slowly drawing her gaze to Dagmar's stomach and groin. An intricate web of Celtic knots undulated across her stomach from her navel to her shaved pubic area. A triangle of interlocking ink lines had replaced her pubic curls "Its beautiful" Arabella gulped, her eyes blinking through the water pouring down over her. "Can I?" she reached out to touch the smooth slightly raised black lines on her fleshy mound. "Of course you can." Dagmar acquiesced. The curling lines were inked to resemble wild rose thorn stems, they intertwined and spiralled eventually ending in a point just above her clitoris. Arabella's curious fingers traced a path along the spirals. "Beautiful," she whispered again. She made to move her hand lower but Dagmar stopped her, "Uh uh, not yet," her grip was firm but gentle, "Lets get out of the shower before we both become lobsters." Naked and wet they made their way, hand in hand to the bedroom, leaving a trail of glistening footprints on the parquet floor. Four large white candles softly lighted the bedroom, each about a metre high. Dagmar's bed was covered in what looked like a large faux fur bedspread. "Lie down on your tummy." Dagmar instructed. The fur under her newly exfoliated skin felt warm and tingly as if she just embraced a big black bear. Locks of her damp ruddy hair fell into her face. A large soft fluffy purple towel was rubbed across her back, bum and calves. Cool liquid dribbling slowly onto her followed this; a rich exotic scent filled the room. "I'm going to massage some patchouli oil into you," Dagmar whispered. Her long fingers traced circles across Arabella's back, trailing the oily perfume up her spine, into her shoulder blades and finally up to her neck. Arabella sighed deeply into the fur comforter. Then she felt Dagmar's soft breathe on her left shoulder, this was followed by a kiss. Her warm kisses continued up Arabella's shoulder until where it met her neck. Just then the bedside phone started to ring. A Gothic Seduction Ch. 03 -Finally Chapter 3 for those of you who have sent me e-mails requesting another chapter. A big thank you and hugs to Lady Catie who helped me with some judicious editing. Stay tuned, kids, this will get more interesting, I promise.- * "Shit!" Dagmar hissed shifting her weight and leaning across Arabella to get the insistent telephone. "Hello, Dags here..." a pause followed by, "Fuck no, I've got a guest! I can't just drop everything whenever you feel like it." Another long pause and Arabella turned her head so that she could watch Dagmar. "Okay, okay..." She was nodding as she spoke, "I'll come pick you up, but they had better be fucking good or I'll take it out on your ass...Yeah I love you too, kiss, kiss." With that she put the phone down and turned to look at Arabella, regret in her face. "Um, look Bella honey, I've got to go and collect someone, sort of spur of the moment thing. I'm really sorry ya know... we'd just started having some fun. I hate my life sometimes I really do." Arabella sank back on the bed, barely able to mask her disappointment, she stammered, "It's okay these things happen, I'll be fine, really I will." "Look," Dagmar said, "I'll be out for about an hour or so, so make yourself at home." She began rummaging through her puddles of black clothing to find something to put on. "Hey, while I'm out, maybe you can find some of my things to wear, whatever makes you happy, I don't have favourites. Shoes and boots are all in the bottom of this cupboard," she spoke as she yanked at the door unleashing a small avalanche of footwear. "Shit shit shit!" "Don't worry, I'll find what I like and I'll put the rest back. You go; I told you I'll be fine." "Thanks look, make-ups on the dresser, I've got every shade of black, help yourself." She gestured to the myriad bottles, compacts and tubes that lay scattered across her vanity chest. While putting one pale length of leg into some tight black jeans she had extricated from one of the clothes piles Arabella noticed she hadn't bothered finding underwear. Stretch denim got pulled and jiggled until it covered her firm ass and she hopped up and down once or twice to hitch up her jeans over her crotch. Her beautifully round, white breasts bouncing up a down as she did so. "Right I think that's everything." Arabella rolled on to her left hip exposing her right breast as she did so. "Could I get a kiss before you go?" she asked. "I wasn't going to leave without giving you one." Dagmar hopped back on the bed and straddled her still wet body. Arabella raised her head slightly and met her kiss full on, not holding anything back. Her hands came up and she pulled Dagmar into the kiss, their breasts squashing against each other. Their lips parted wetly as they gasped into each other's kiss, tongues writhing like mating cobras. Things probably would have got a lot heavier had Dagmar not broken the embrace and pushed away saying, "Whoa girl, not now, we'll take a rain check on this." As she straightened up Arabella couldn't help but notice her eyes were on fire, her breathing uneven and her nipples were standing at attention. She flicked her hair back and stood on slightly wobbly legs. "Phew, you're a firecracker when you get going, I'll remember that for later." she grinned. Turning she grabbed a black t-shirt off the back of her vanity chair and, wiggling some fingers, waved as she exited the room. "I'm going to be as quick as I can, be good while I'm gone." She was jingling keys fiddling with the lock of the front door, a brief pause was followed by a slam. Arabella found herself naked, alone in the strange girl's bedroom with blood racing, her heart pounding, and her pussy damp and horny as hell. She was aware of the sombre strains of music coming from the sitting room. Lazily she rolled off the bed and made her way to there. Reaching down for her drink she spied the photo album they'd looked at earlier and, picking it up, returned with it and the sloshing glass to the bedroom. Leafing through the album she quickly found the pics of Dagmar naked. Hell she so wanted this goddess; for that to work she would need to look a good deal sexier. She decided to occupy herself with finding something to wear. A quick rummage through the piles of black garments got her a tight black leather mini skirt, a skin-tight net shirt with long sleeves. She found a teeny tiny black baby-doll t-shirt with white lettering that read "Death Chic." This took her all of 15 minutes. She started thinking about makeup...black nail polish that's what she needed. She pulled open several drawers before finding Dagmar's stash of nail varnishes. The girl had a veritable rainbow of dark shades and colours. As Arabella pulled the drawer out to see them all she came across a more interesting stash hidden behind the bottles. A large selection of sex toys lay before her, from cute little silver vibes to a large purple strap on. Suddenly her pussy made its presence felt again. Here was a way of getting a solid deep penetrating cum; Dagmar and the person she was meeting would not be back for ages. "Use us!" the toys seemed to whisper to her. She selected the small silver vibe and a slightly larger black 7" dildo and returned to the bed. She propped up a few pillows and after a moment of fiddling found the switch for the little vibe. With a sound not unlike that of an angry bee, it kicked into life. Its vehemence actually caused her to drop it onto the throw, where it's buzzing sent her fingers after it again. It sent a weird sensation along her fingers, her palms and her wrists. By way of experimentation she dragged the tip of the machine across her thigh. A line of gooseflesh followed in the vibe's wake, her thigh muscles twitched involuntarily. "Wow!" she said her voice sounding loud in the lonely room. Curiously she trailed the device further up her thigh toward her mons. Electrical fire raced through her groin. Suddenly she felt her pussy gush, and gazing down through the dark threads of her pubic triangle she could see the glistening dew on her outer lips. With a sudden resolve she brought the buzzing bullet right up to her pussy lips, thrill of sensations ignited her nether regions. Her puffy lips parted around the vibe as she slid it in between them. "Oh Gawd," she muttered through clenched teeth. The feeling she had experienced previously was nothing compared to this, pulling it up slightly she gritted her teeth and mashed it against her clit. It was too intense, nerves in her groin, her belly and thighs screamed, her back arched and her ass actually rose off the mattress. The intensity was more than she could stand, so she pulled the little machine out and thumbed its dial to the off position. Still breathing in gasps she fumbled for and finally latched onto the big black dildo, it wasn't the biggest she'd ever seen but it would suit her sexual hunger for now. The full length of it slid into her without much resistance, helped along by the slickness of her already moist cunt. Its base nudged up against her clit giving just the right sort of pressure she required to get the job done. Turning the photo album to face her, she ate Dagmar's gorgeous body with her eyes while her fingers formed a vice around the dildo between her thighs. "Fuck me Dagmarrrr," she growled, her voice rising to a squeak, as the dildo slid back and forth, "Oh god you beautiful bitch, fuck me." Thrusting the plastic rod repeatedly into her, feeling its length penetrating her depths, feeling her impending climax growing within her. Desperately she titled the dildo dragging it up against her pubic bone, squishing her clit in the process. This was the spark she needed, her orgasm exploded within her, starting deep inside, her pussy walls heaving against the plastic invader. "God, God, Godddddd" she screamed, as wave after wave of pleasure rocked through her. Breathing rapidly, she continued to thrust herself against the dildo for several moments until she finally peaked and the flutters of her orgasm began to subside. The ceiling spun overhead and dark spots fluttered in front of her eyes. Gingerly she extracted the shaft, glistening with the sex juices that had flooded her thighs. Still heaving slightly she drew the rod up to her face and inhaled the heady scent of her seepage. Perversely she extended her tongue to touch the dildo's damp tip. Twirling the sex toy like a snow cone she licked her juices off the warm black plastic rod. Her fingers toyed lazily with her pubic curls, and then flung her arms out and closed her eyes for a while. She snuggled into a pillow and drifted off into a deep satisfied sleep. "So, I see you found my toy box!" Arabella started awake at the sound of Dagmar's voice. She was leaning against the doorframe with arms folded with an amused smile on her face. "I was tempted to leave you sleeping; you looked so precious lying there."