2 comments/ 19027 views/ 17 favorites La Bella By: CatherineAnna The rippling fire from the fireplace casted a glow over the bedroom suite as Norah sat against the metal headboard with her wrists in silver handcuffs attached to the bars. She waited in trepidation for her kidnapper to make an appearance again. Her prison was a comfortable one for the room gave off a warm and cozy feel that had a wonderful view of the city she had grown up in. Then again there was a horrible snow storm raging outside that would cause a standstill for the majority of the residents by tomorrow morning if it didn't let up soon. But it probably wouldn't since the weather forecast called for ten more inches before dawn broke. She should feel safe in this fancy prison, since the security was unlike any other in the world, especially when the one they guarded ruled over these streets with an iron fist. Norah knew how both sides of the coin lived. She once was one of the many gutter kids living in the worst of all the ghettos, neighbors among the hungriest, most pathetic group of creatures to walk the Earth. She was one of the countless others that had been forgotten, but was able to get out, for she had survived. And her former lover had also. But her lover hadn't anticpated her running away all those years ago and now she was here at her mercy once again. Norah's ears twitched as she heard the bedroom door open. She flexed her fingers. They felt swollen and stiff. Her cheek throbbed from where she fell on the pavement as she slipped on the ice trying to escape from Gabriela, better known as La Bella. Norah had once whispered many endearments, specifically "bella" into Gabriela's ear as they lay in each other's arms, dreaming of a way out of their poverty. Gabriela walked into the room and closed the door softly behind her. She barely made any sound as she crossed the ivory colored carpet in her four inch black heels. Her long curly mahogany hair was piled on top of her hair to show her off her long swan like neck Norah had always enjoyed placing kisses over. She watched as Gabriela's walked over to the tall windows, covered in almost sheer white curtains, to look out at the storm. Norah took a moment to appreciate the woman she once thought as her whole world. She couldn't help but admire the cut of Gabriela's coal gray suit jacket and short matching skirt that hugged her ass so well. Norah looked down at her very lacking and inexpensive wardrobe of a long sleeved white button down oxford shirt and five year old blue jeans that were now torn and ripped at one knee. "Remember that day when we were seventeen and escaped from our keepers and went to the beach? It had to be hotter than hell that day, but the ocean water was so nice and refreshing. And then we found a cheap, pay by the hour motel and fucked each other for hours." Gabriela spoke fondly as she turned and crossed her arms to look at Norah. Norah swallowed. The look in La Bella's eyes was chilling. This was a woman mortal men feared for she killed without warning and smiled while she did it. Norah felt a shiver of fear climb up her spine and shrugged, looking down at her lap. She didn't know how to respond this woman, who in a blink of an eye would slit her throat and bathe in her blood if she so desired. "Ah Norah. You slay me, you really do." Gabriela walked over to the bed covered in ivory satin sheets and comforter that was close to the same color of the bedroom carpet and slipped off her shoes and sat next to Norah's hip. Her eyes roamed over Norah's face and she frowned. "I made sure Rico was punished for this." she rubbed her finger lightly over Norah's bruised cheek. "If you hadn't sent them after me, I wouldn't have slipped and fell. If anyone is to blame, it should be you," Norah spat out and jiggled her wrists. "Unlock these things. My arms are tired and it's not like I can escape, especially with that storm outside." Norah turned her face away as Gabriela leaned over to kiss her. Gabriela laughed softly and cupped Norah's cheek. "Such brave words mi niña linda." Norah remained still as Gabriela's mouth met her own. She tried not to respond, but because there was so much history between them both, she couldn't ignore Gabriela's spicy taste as Gabriela brushed her lips against hers. She held back a moan as Gabriela's tongue came out and flicked over her bottom lip. Norah's eyes drifted closed, but then shot open when Gabriela moved her face away. "Oh mi belleza. I've missed you so." Norah looked into the fireplace. "Heavy with the compliments tonight aren't you?" She sniffed and went to cross her arms, but remembered she couldn't. She held back a snarl and thought back to the many cold winters she had suffered. Suddenly she was overcome with such sadness. "I-I've missed you so much Gabriela. You must believe that. For over eight years I've lived in fear you would find me and punish me for leaving you." Gabriela let out a sigh and pressed a hand over Norah's short auburn hair. She hated that Norah had cut her hair into a bob, as if to erase her former life with her. "Norah, I would never hurt you. I'm angry, yes, but so very happy you've come back to me." Norah let out a sob and looked at Gabriela in shock. "I've come back? What you mean is that you tricked me, using the excuse of my foster mother's funeral for you to grab me off the street and keep me captive here. The only reason I came back was to say goodbye to the woman who did her best to keep me fed and warm, and barely that. And here you sit, acting as if nothing's wrong. You're La Bella for fuck's sake. The scourge of the city. Your reputation is legendary. I have no doubt in my mind you'll make me pay because you're a woman scorned, aren't you Mistress Demonia?" If anyone else had talked to her this way other than Norah, Gabriela would have gorged their eyes out. But she couldn't do that to her Norah. She loved her to the point of madness and wouldn't apologize for the techniques she used to get her into her bedroom. She would do whatever she could to keep Norah with her, even if she had to use force, for she knew Norah would eventually succumb to her before this night ended. Gabriela gave her a tight smile and tugged on a strand of Norah's pin straight hair and stood. "Ah Norah, how soon you forget how good it was between us. Remember hat last night we were together, when you snuck away with your tail in between your legs? How'd I tied you down and had my way with you? I know you can't forget those countless times I'd had my fingers and tongue in every hole of your body. It has been eight long years and except for my own hand and the mouth of one of my guards in between my pussy from time to time, I've never had another such as you. The way you would bring me to peak... well. So yes, tonight you are at my mercy and no, I will not unlock those cuffs. Before I'm done with you here you'll never think of leaving me again." Gabriela unbuttoned her jacket and then her shirt. She took down her hair and licked her lips as Norah jangled the cuffs as if she would be released. Norah tried to ignore how her nipples had grown hard and were poking through her shirt. "This will be rape! I don't want you. I have a different life and someone I love who loves me and isn't a soulless killer like you." Gabriela rolled her eyes and never said a word as she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. She unclasped her nude colored bra and matching thong and took that off also. She placed her hands on her hips and swayed back over to her prisoner and climbed on the bed, smiling broadly. "It won't be rape and you know it. And there's no one you love as much as me because I own you, always have and always will. You can scream and yell and tell me no, but I know how much you want me. I can smell your desire wafting from in between those twenty dollar jeans you're wearing. I'm sick of seeing them on you and they need to come off. Now." Norah pulled in her knees, as if that would stop Gabriela. She pressed back as far as she could but it was no use. Gabriela crawled over to her and straddled her hips. She placed her hands on Norah's shoulders and leaned in close. Her tanned, bronzed colored breasts swayed and brushed against Norah's chin. Norah shuddered and turned her head away. "Please don't do this bella," Norah's voice cracked and she moved up her hips to dislodge the woman she still wanted beyond all reason no matter how vocal she had been against the fact. Gabriela didn't respond. Instead of ripping of her jeans as Norah expected, Gabriela unsnapped them instead and pulled down the zipper. She tapped her fingers over Norah's stomach. Norah pressed her head back against the bars. She opened her mouth but nothing came out, except a gasp when Gabriela cupped her denim mound and pressed her thumb through the opening where Norah's plain looking white cotton panties peeked out. "Tsk... tsk. I'm going to buy you something sexier to wear. These will not do." "Screw you. I wear what I want." Norah spit out, showing her teeth. Because before she could even think of another insult, Gabriela grabbed her by her hair and smashed her mouth against hers. Norah tried to bite down on Gabriela's coral colored lips, but instead, Gabriela bite down hard on Norah's bottom lip. Norah took in a deep breath and tried to move her head away, but couldn't because Gabriela held her in an immovable grip. La Bella was well known for her strength and skills in self-defense and in martial arts. There were many times she overpowered even the strongest and heaviest of men. And this was no different with Nora. She rubbed her crotch against Norah's and both women sobbed into each other's mouths. Other woman trimmed their pussy hair, but not Gabriela. In her culture, a bountiful bush was a true sign of femininity. Plus, she liked it au natural because Norah always did, especially years before when Norah would nibble and play around her pussy hair with her canines and always bringing her to orgasm. The many countless times Norah had eaten her out, where she'd enjoyed giving over receiving. But tonight was a new beginning for them both and Gabriela wanted to jab her tongue into Norah's moist throbbing twat she hoped hadn't been touched by anyone except for her. Gabriela was overcome with jealousy at the thought of anyone besides her pleasuring her former lover. She pressed her tongue hard against Norah's and mimicked the sex act she would soon do with Norah's cunt. She pressed Norah further down on the bed and as she continued to molest her mouth with her talented and lusty tongue, Norah's legs fell open. Gabriela knew Norah couldn't concentrate because she was too busy enjoying the way her mouth was being ravaged. This gave her time to tug down Norah's jeans and dull looking underwear, until they landed around her ankles. When Norah finally snapped to and realized she was naked below the waist, she shook her head and cried out. "Don't do this. I can't-t-" She cut herself off as Gabriela stuck two of her long, manicured fingers straight up and against Norah's clit. Norah sobbed from the pleasure and tears trickled down the side of her face. Gabriela took Norah's mouth again with her own and finger fucked her in slow movements, flicking around Norah's cunt lips as she pressed in circular motions against her clit. Norah panted against Gabriela's mouth and tongued deep inside, licking the roof and sides of her bella's mouth. She unclenched her fists and her arms fell above her head as Gabriela pressed her mouth against her ear. "You deserved to be punished for leaving me, mi belleza. Now you will pay with your body." She ripped opened Norah's shirt and buttons went flying everywhere. Norah shouted and Gabriela quickly gave her another deep tonguing kiss. Her hand still worked in between Norah's legs and she used her free one to remove Norah's bra that unclasped in the front. It felt open and Norah's very bountiful breasts feel to each side. They were much bigger than Gabriela's and she loved how she could mold them with her hands, how they overflowed and couldn't fit fill her mouth. Soon she would suck and bite down on them, making sure she left marks so Norah knew who she belonged to. "Damn you." Norah whispered and Gabriela wasn't in the mood to hear her complaints. She wanted to gag her and did just that. She grabbed Norah's white underwear, rolled it up into a ball and pressed it into Norah's mouth. Norah tried to spit it out but Gabriela covered her mouth by slapping her palm over it. Because she was losing her temper, she pinched Norah's nipple hard. Norah's eyes went wide and she grunted against her gag. "If you even try to take that out, I will have one of my men come in here to join us. While I go down on you, I will make sure he eats out your ass and then fucks you from behind." Norah looked at Gabriela in fear and closed her eyes. She gave her a slight nod. Gabriela's threat wasn't false. She would do just that to get what she wanted. Gabriella pressed her lips against Norah's cheek and cupped Norah's very wet cunt. She was surprised to feel Norah's excitement trickling down her legs and couldn't help but wonder if her statement appealed to her bound beauty. She didn't want to share Norah with anyone else but her idea had merit. She pushed it in the back of her mind to reflect on later, but wanted to make Norah come all over face first. She slid down until her mouth was perfectly in lined with her hand that moved up and down and over Norah's weeping cunt. She pulled out her hand and rubbed her fingers together, enjoying the way Norah's come looked and smelled. She licked her fingers clean and glanced up at Norah's face. Her captive's eyes were open and she sobbed as more of her milky fluid leaked out. Without another word, Gabriela pushed open Norah's cunt lips and went to work. She pressed her mouth wide, covering Norah's steaming core and sucked hard and long, making Norah lift up her legs and pressing her heels down on Gabriela's back to bring her in closer. Gabriela rubbed her nose against Norah's tangy smelling curls and when Norah rocked her hips in time with Gabriela's mouth, more of her come dripped down the inside of her legs. Gabriela lifted her mouth and her tongue followed the trail, taking little nips along the way. Her own hand drifted down to her very needy core and knew she wouldn't last much longer. She wanted Norah's mouth and tongue lapping up her juices. She leaned up and as she pressed kisses over Norah's slightly rounded stomach she slapped her hands over Norah's breasts and dug her fingers into her nipples and her areolas. Norah pounded her feet against the bed and when Gabriela placed her mouth against one of her breasts and sucked down, Norah's head shot up and she screamed as loud as she could through her panties. Her whole body went tense and then landed in a thump on the mattress. She breathed deeply through her nose, ignoring the stream of fluid that made a puddle on the bed as she found her release. She looked through half opened eyes as Gabriela sat up, straddling her torso. She pulled out the underwear and shared a kiss with Norah. She could taste the slight salt and fish scent that should had disgusted her, but didn't. She wanted more, to drown in Gabriela's sweet honey, enjoying the way it would flow down her throat. "Sit on my face and let me eat you." She sounded gruff to her ears but didn't care. Gabriela wrapped her hands around Norah's throat and licked her lips, chin and throat. She moved up and held onto the back of the iron headboard with one hand while she spread her knees wide over Norah's head, making sure not to put all her weight on her face. She spread open her pussy lips with two fingers and pressed herself over Norah's mouth that was open and ready to receive her. Norah knew all too well what to expect and didn't care how Gabriela would react. But first she needed a promise from her before she gave her pleasure. "Bella, you must promise me you will release these damned shackles after I bring you to peak." she said in a rough whisper and placed a kissed on the inside of Gabriela's thigh. Gabriela panted and nodded. "I promise, just eat me. I need to feel your mouth on me like I did with mine on yours." A promise given from Gabriela was all that Norah needed to hear. She pressed her face into Gabriela's glistening hairy honey pot and stuck her tongue out and lapped at the swollen furry pussy lips as if they were the sweetest thing she ever tasted. "Oh, yes! Harder!" Gabriela grounded out and moved up and over Nora's squirming tongue. She pressed down on Norah's mouth and Norah latched on, giving her small nips and bites that drove Gabriela crazy. Norah breathed heavily through her nose as Gabriela's pungent musky scent hit her nostrils. She couldn't wait until she was released form her bonds so she could pounce on top of her and submerge her whole face in Gabriela's dripping cunt. Gabriela's head rolled back and she moaned deeply. A crackling sound grew in the room, but not from the wood in the fireplace. It was coming from Gabriela's back. Norah bit down so hard in between Gabriela's legs that she drew blood. As she slurped loudly, Gabriela screamed and came. Norah paid her no mind and lapped up her dripping juices along with the blood she drew from Gabriela's dripping core. She pulled up he knees wanting to keep Gabriela imprisoned so she could swallow more. But Gabriela was too strong and as Norah took away her mouth and came up for some much needed air, Gabriela fell back on the bed and rolled from side to side. The bed shook hard and banged up against the wall as Gabriela went into convulsions. Norah wasn't concerned because she had witnessed this reaction many times before. Gabriella exhaled and fell to her side, breathing deeply into the sheets as her grey and black wings flew out and spread over her back. He nails grew into dark magenta colored claws and two small brown nubs rose out from each side of her head. Because she lost control of all her senses, she couldn't keep her second half inside. This was always the case whenever Norah had gone down on her, "Release my bonds!" Norah yelled and tugged against the cuffs, almost drawing blood. With a lazy sweep of her hands, the cuffs came loose and she watched Norah take them off and throw them to the floor. Norah knelt on her hands and knees and shook her head and started her own change. Norah's head shot up and she let out an ear splitting howl that would have caused a horrible, painful ringing to a normal human's ears. But it was music to Gabriela's ears. She laid back and rubbed her fingers through her wet pussy, enjoying the milky strands of her come that covered her claws. She brought hand up to her face, but before she could suck them clean, a hairy nuzzle nudged her leg. Gabriela looked down at Norah who was now in her full blown wolf form, wearing a wonderful coat of sable color of fur with a long face and big black snout. Her beautiful brown eyes stared at Gabriela in hunger. Gabriela's own eyes turned a dark red and she lifted her knees up to her chest. Norah's eight inch tongue unraveled from her mouth and she pressed her nose in between Gabriela's legs. "It has been so long my love." Gabriela whispered and patted Norah's wolfen head. She closed her eyes and lifted her arms over her head to play with her horns while Norah went working tasting her down below. The sounds of loud sucking combined with harsh moans and howls echoed in the room and down the hall as the snow continued to fall late into the night. *** Gabriela watched as the morning dawn appeared over the horizon as a few remaining snow flakes flew outside her bedroom window. The storm had passed and now her city was a winter wonderland and the perfect excuse for staying inside or in bed. La Bella Italiana Why wasn’t I born rich? I mean, I really could get used to the good life. There I was, sitting on the beach in Nice, Mediterranean sun beating down, sipping an Orangina. Don’t get me wrong, I like my job but I live for vacations. What the hell, I worked hard for this trip. Three years of Law School and two years busting my ass as an associate for a Big Boston Firm, hell, if you went by my billable hours I compressed three and a half years of work into those two years! It paid off; Junior Partner in a mid-sized firm of good repute, all by the age of twenty-seven. Slammed right through that glass ceiling. I had a right to be proud. This trip was my present to myself. I finally had some money of my own and the time to spend it. Three beautiful weeks being a bum in Europe, going where I wanted to go, doing what I wanted to do. No schedule, no alarm clocks, no commuting to work, just relaxation. Well, actually up until this point, I had been running my ass off. I mean, there was so much to see! I spent five days in London, hit the British Museum, Harrods (of course!), took in a show, danced the nights away. On to Paris! The Louvre, Printemps (OK, do you note a shopping theme emerging?) a ride down the Seine on a bateau mouche, hanging on the left bank, more dancing. Hop a train to sunny Italy, Fierenzie, the Boboli gardens, Il Duomo, more shopping in the leather market (I got a jacket that’s to die for!), Il David (boy, for an allegedly homosexual man, Michelangelo really short-changed his masterwork in the um, ‘plumbing’ department!), Gelato! Back on the train to Pisa, can’t go up the tower anymore. On the train once again, stopping in Nice, which brings me to this chair on a rocky beach on the romantic ‘Middle Sea’. This was life! ‘Jill, you’re gonna hate going back to work,’ I said to myself with a smile. I leaned back in my chair, took a sip of my drink and adjusted my Red Sox cap. I had my ponytail a little too high and it was pushing my cap down. I closed my eyes and just soaked up that sun like a lizard on a rock. The drink vendor made his way back down the beach, calling out, “Mamma mia, mamma mia! Coca-Cola fantazia, birra birra fria fria! Coca-Cola! Orangina! Ice-a cold beer!” I smiled again, less then two hundred years ago, Nice was a part of Italy. The two cultures meshed here like no place I had seen before. You were as likely to hear Italian spoken as French. A shadow blocked out the sun, I opened my eyes and squinted up. Backlit, I saw a head of rich, wavy curls looking down at me. “Bella, you are going to get the sunburn!” she laughed. “ E Americana?” “Si, Io sonno Americana,” I replied with a smile. “Ah! Parle Italiano?” she asked. I laughed, “No, No, that’s about the extent of it!” “Ha, well then it is good for you I speak English! You Americani, you are so spoiled. We Europeans all speak two, three languages.” “Yeah, I know. It’s kind of embarrassing.” I laughed again. She seemed nice. Pretty smile. “Do you mind if I sit down?” she asked. “Go right ahead,” I gestured. She set her beach-chair up next to me. Not too close, not invading my space, but close enough to carry on a conversation comfortably. Pretty girl, tall, thick, wavy chestnut hair, nice tan! She set her chair among the small rocks that make up the beach (if you want sand, you have to go to Monte Carlo where they truck it in), chattering away. “Oh what a beautiful day, una belle di! I have been stuck in that officino all week! Thank God we have the week end eh?” Setting her chair facing the sun, she removed her bikini top and started to rub lotion over her arms and torso. “You had better put some of the lotion on yourself, bella. You are showing the sun to places that don’t usually see it I think,” she gestured at my chest. I looked down. What the hell, I was in France. I had decided to go topless. The problem was, there was a white band across my boobs. As she had surmised, they had never seen the sun (well, for any length of time at least!). They weren’t burnt yet, but putting another coat of sunscreen on wasn’t a bad idea. “That’s how I knew you were Americana,” she went on. “You Americani are modesto, you don’t show the…” she gestured at her own ample chest, “on the beach.” “No,” I chuckled. I liked this girl. “No, we don’t. We’d get arrested if we did that,” I answered getting out my own sunscreen and applying it liberally to my chest and belly. “Pazzo!” she declared. “Crazy! The flics in America should spend their time arresting the crooks, the gangsters, like in the movies. Not bothering ladies at the beach.” “Well, it’s not really like it is in the movies,” I said. “Anyway, I’m Jill, what’s your name?” “Hello Jill,” she pronounced it Jeele. “Me chiamo Carla. Nice to meet you,” she waived. “Nice to meet you too. Are you from Nice?” I asked. I assumed not since she spoke Italian, but you never knew. “No, I am on holiday. I’m from Milano. I have un apartemento here in Nice. I like to come up here to get away from the city. “That’s nice!” I said with feeling. “You are from America, eh? Where in America?” “Boston, Massachusetts,” I answered. “Ah! Boston! (Boss-tone, I giggled). yes, I know, near New York! I have never been to Boston, but I go to New York, two, three times a year,” she answered. “Really?” I asked, “What do you do for work?” “I design clothes for a House in Milano.” “Wow! That’s something!” I was impressed. “And you Bella? What do you do?” she asked. “I’m a lawyer,” I answered. “Ah! A Boston Lawyer, like the Alley McBeal on TV!” she laughed. I laughed too. “No! She’s too neurotic!” I saw her confusion. “Pazzo, she’s too pazzo!” Carla laughed harder. “Si! She is very pazzo! But the show, it is funny. You are much prettier then her too. Rubia, blond, like she is but not so skin and bones, no?” “Actually my hair is strawberry, thank-you-very-much.” I was glad of the not skin and bones part. I’m pretty thin, and small busted but I have some shape at least! “Strawberry? Like the fruit?” “Si!” I said giggling. “Like the fruit. That’s what we call blonds with a little red in their hair.” “In Italy we call them ‘rare’,” she laughed. “Not too many blonds over here who did not get their color from the salon.” We talked a little more. “You are traveling alone?” she asked. “At this point. I was with friends for the first part of my trip, but they wanted to go to Germany and I wanted to come here so we split up. How about you?” I asked. “Yes, alone. I, (how do you say?) ‘dumped?’” I nodded. “Si, ‘dumped’ my boyfriend Paolo last week and wanted to get away.” “Oh, had you been dating long?” I asked. “Chinque, months,” she answered holding up five fingers. I noticed she held the hand up palm in, instead of how an American would do it, palm out. “Owe, that’s tough!” I sympathized. “Eh,” she shrugged. “It was over for a long time before, we just didn’t know it yet, you know?” “Yes,” I answered. “What about you? Una bella ‘strawberry’ lawyer in Boston. You must have a boyfriend,” she stated as if a fact of nature. “No, no boyfriend, not for about a year.” “Then the men in Boston are all pazzo!” We both laughed. We talked some more. The drink vender came over and tried to talk us into letting him give us an ‘Ice cold beer massage’, whatever the hell that was. We laughed and declined his kind offer. I learned she was thirty (she looked about ten years younger). She was from a big family and her mother was panicked that she would never settle down and get married. I told her about myself, my family. How this was the first real vacation I had taken since entering Law School. “Bella,” she noted. “You are starting to burn where I think you don’t want to burn!” She pointed at my chest. I looked down, my boobies were indeed getting pink. “Uh oh!” I said, reaching for a tee. “They may be small, but they’re all I have!” Carla laughed. “You have such pale skin with the, um freakles?” “Freckles,” I corrected. “Si, ‘freckles’. You stay so light!” “Yeah, I always say, ‘I don’t tan, my freckles just get bigger and kind of merge.’” I stood and pulled my tee shirt on. Impulsively I asked, “Would you like to have dinner? I mean, if you don’t have any plans.” “No, no plans. Si, I would like to have dinner with you very much,” she answered smiling. “Do you know Antonio’s?” “By the statue?” I asked. “Si, by the statue! I will meet you there at eight, we will have an early dinner, you and I.” “Great! I’ll see you then.” Early dinner? I thought. At eight? Well, when in Rome….or at least Nice. We said goodbye and I went back to my hotel. I was drained from the sun so, setting my travel alarm, I took a nap. Upon awakening, I figured I would need a shower if I was going out. The shower was a hand-held wand attached to the claw-footed tub with no shower-curtain. That meant I would be taking my showers sitting in the tub. “Fuck it!” I announced to the air. “I’ll take a bath.” I filled the tub up deep, sat back and soaked. Damm, the tub was huge. More then big enough for two. There’s a thought, two in the tub. That would be nice. I had been single for a very long time. My last beau, Billy, had been fun, but there was never that ‘spark’. He was the perfect ‘catch’ as my cousin Lynn pronounced, but…..he was just kind of…..blah. As a matter of fact, most of my boyfriends could be categorized that way. Acceptable to my parents, good ‘catches’ but……blah. There was one relationship that wasn’t blah, but that one was certainly NOT respectable. I giggled to myself thinking about it. A few years ago I had become the third in an ongoing ménage a trois after a strange conversation in an internet chat room. It was my first – and only – experience with another girl. I ‘played’ with Gloria and Jimmy off and on for that whole summer. The sex was amazing, but I never felt wholly comfortable with being the third in a married relationship, so I broke it off. We parted as friends and still stay in touch, Christmas cards, birthday wishes, that sort of thing. In all honesty, I was more attracted to Gloria then Jimmy – or maybe I was attracted to the naughtiness of being with a girl, I don’t know. I’ve been tempted to call her on occasion, but I’ve resisted. Laying back in the warm tub and remembering those times, I soon became ‘tingly’. Closing my eyes, I let my hand drift south and called up images of making love with Jimmy and Gloria. I stroked my button as I remembered laying on their bed, Gloria kneeling between my legs, licking me, bringing me right THERE and stopping. Popping up, mouth wet with my juices. Reaching over to the night stand. “Jimmy, hold her hands,” she’d said. Jimmy had pinned my hands to the bed above my head. We had never played restraint games before, but I knew them well enough by then to feel safe. I had just laughed. “What’s this all about?” I had asked them. “I have a surprise I picked up just for you,” she replied. She removed a gargantuan dildo from the drawer. “You’re not going to use that on me!” I protested. “That’s exactly who I’m going to use it on! Hold her tight Jimmy,” she had said with an evil grin. She put the head of that nasty toy against my opening, gently forcing it in. God was it big! It felt like I was splitting in two. Getting into the memories, I slipped two fingers of my other hand into my pussy while I stroked my clit. Inch by inch she had worked it in while I groaned and squirmed. It hurt, it felt good, it drove me nuts. The helplessness, the pure nastiness of the whole scene had me going crazy with lust. She continued fucking me with that thick dildo while Jimmy held my hands down. “Come on, cum. Cum, you know you want to,” she had crooned, pushing that huge toy into my tight hole even deeper. “Look at her Jimmy, look at her squirm. You love this, don’t you, you little slut?” Gloria loved to talk, she never shut up, even while making love. Actually her narration turned me on even more. “You love a big fat cock in you. C’mon bitch, c’mon,” she had teased. “Cum for me, cum for Gloria. I’m gonna fuck you with this thing all night long!” “Ungh!” I cried out, water slopping in the tub as I arched my back and came. “Oh!” I spasmed in relief twisting in the tub. “ Mmmm. Whew!” I said, laughing a little. “You bad girl!” I admonished myself, chuckling. “You’ve been celibate WAY too long. You gotta find you a man!” I quickly washed, shaved the legs and pits and pulled the drain plug. Once the water was low enough, I turned on the shower wand and washed my hair, kneeling in the tub. I rinsed, conditioned, rinsed again and got out, wrapping myself in a fluffy towel. “Ow!” I yelped, drying off. I opened my towel and looked at my boobs. BRIGHT pink. “Ooops!” I put some lotion on them and tried a bra. Ouch! Nope. No bra tonight. Thank God I’m a little girl, don’t need to worry about ‘em flopping around. I grabbed a pair of panties from my suitcase and slipped them on. Looking in the closet, I tried to pick something that would be comfortable on my burn. I tried a few. Nope. Ouch. That left me with a fairly soft white cotton shift dress. I tried it on and….hey! Minimal pain! Looked good too! It set off my merged freckles pretty well. It was a little low in the front, without a bra I’d have to be careful bending over but no big deal. Have to change the panties though, the cobalt blue showed right through. Digging through my case, I tried to find something in white. Shit! Yep, there they were, both pair of whities in the dirty clothes bag. Well, I did have a white thong, but I was saving that for under slacks. Oh well. I put it on and adjusted the wedgie strip so it was as close to comfortable as those things get. Well, maybe the thong would distract me from the sunburn and vice versa. I put on a thin, gold chain, slipped on a pair of comfortable sandals, grabbed my purse and was out the door. “Bon soir Mmslle!” the desk clerk greeted as I strode through the lobby. “Bon Soir!” I waived. I strode through the streets, down to the waterfront and to Antonio’s restaurant. I was a few minutes early, but Carla was there waiting for me by the entrance. “Ciao bella!” she waived. “Hi!” I replied, brightly. Well, you could tell she was a fashion designer, she looked stunning. Her full hair was elegantly slicked back in a twist. She wore a very Italiano short black dress with a square neck. No necklace but a thick – banded, gold watch adorned her left wrist. I’m no expert, but I’m sure it was a Cartier. Made me feel like El Cheapo with my little Fossil watch. “Ah, you look so sweet! We will be black and white tonight! Let’s go in, I’m dying for a drink!” “Me too,” I agreed as she took my arm and lead me to the door. “Carla! Che sei dice!” the man at the door greeted her, arms open. He held her lightly by her upper arms and kissed her on both cheeks. “Antonio mi amore! Come estai?” She replied smiling. “Bene! Bene! Grazie!” “Antonio, this is my friend, Jill,” she introduced me. “Hallo Jill,” Antonio greeted me in accented English, “Welcome to my resturante!” Antonio whisked us to a table near the window, overlooking the ocean. Pulling our chairs out and fussing with our napkins. He didn’t leave any menus. I raised my eyebrow at Carla. “I have known Antonio a long time,” she replied. “I always let him surprise me.” “Sounds good to me,” I agreed. Antonio reappeared with a bottle of Valpollicella in an ice bucket. He uncorked it and poured a little bit into Carla’s glass. She went through the tasting ritual and pronounced it ‘belle’. Antonio poured for us both and left. “Wow, I’m going to be spoiled after this.” I laughed. “I come here a lot, my apartment is only a few meters away and I get tired of cooking for myself.” I laughed. “So, I come here for dinner,” she smiled. “Antonio is a good friend.” Antonio returned with a plate of oysters. “To give you the appetite,” he proclaimed. “Do you eat oysters?” Carla asked. In reply I grabbed one off the plate, put a little cocktail sauce on it and slurped it down with a wink. “I guess you do!” she laughed. A little zuppa followed the oysters. The main course was lamb with a definite French/Moroccan twist and a bottle of Merlot. The salad followed the main course and Antonio wrapped it up with expresso and a plate of little cookies. “God, I’m stuffed!” I announced. “I’m afraid to see the bill on that meal.” “Please, the dinner is my treat,” Carla said. “No, that’s not fair. I asked you!” I replied. “And you got me out of my house for the night so I didn’t sit at home and brood over Paolo. This is my treat,” she insisted. “Well, thank you,” I said, a little uncomfortably. “Prego,” she replied with a dismissive waive. “Let’s take a walk,” I suggested. “Va bene!” she agreed. “let’s walk by the water.” We left the restaurant and strolled down to the beach, talking. It had become overcast while we were in the restaurant so there were no stars or moon, but the streets were well lit and crowded. I had no fear of being out and about. We talked and strolled, strolled and talked and I found myself having more fun then I could remember having in a long time. Abruptly, it began to rain. The shower turned quickly into a deluge and we ran back the way we had come. “Come to my apartmento!” Carla shouted. “It’s right around the corner here.” “OK!”. We sprinted to her building and ducked under the awning panting and laughing. A passing taxi honked his horn and the driver shouted out, “Manifique!” with a wave and a laugh. I wondered what that was all about when Carla looked at me and cracked up “Bella, we need to get you inside and dried off!” I looked down. My soaking wet dress was plastered to me and the white cotton had become transparent. There was absolutely nothing left to the imagination. I shrieked laughter and pulled the dress away from my body, but as soon as I let go it just molded itself to me once again. “Come with me, and you can dry off,” Carla said, opening the door. I followed her up the stairs to her second floor flat. She had a small, tastefully furnished apartment; galley kitchen, living/dining area and a door that I assumed went to a bedroom and another to a bath. Carla led me over to the bathroom, got me a big fluffy towel and said, “Just hang your dress over the shower rod. I’ll go and change myself. Do you like tea? I’ll make some.” “Yes, that would be fine, thanks,” I replied. Carla shut the door and I shucked off my dress, wringing it out over the tub. My panties were damp, but not soaked so I left them on. I patted myself dry and, not knowing what to put on, I wrapped the big towel around myself. Carla knocked on the door, “Bella, can I come in?” “Sure,” I replied. Carla opened the door wearing the briefest of terrycloth robes, it barely covered her butt. She had spectacular legs, I noted in passing and was a lot better endowed then I was. She filled out that robe very well. Jill, you are DRUNK I thought! with a smile. “ ‘Scusi,” she said, squeezing by with her dripping black dress in her hand. “I want to put this in the tub before it ruins my floor.” The bathroom was small and she brushed chest with her back in passing. It dislodged the towel and scraped painfully across my sunburn. “Yeowch!” I gasped involuntarily while grasping for (and missing) my towel. Carla turned, “Bella, you got the sunburn good! That looks painful! Let me see,” she ordered. “Um, it’s not that bad,” I temporized, uncomfortable. “Come here,” she ordered, pulling me near the sink and by the lights framing the mirror. “Mmm,” she hissed, shaking her head. “You are red all over, are your nipples usually this bright?” Now I was really uncomfortable, “Um, no, usually they’re pretty pale.” La Bella Italiana She clucked disapprovingly like a mother hen, “This is not good, not good at all. You said you were going to be here chinque days, but you do it over in the sun on the first day, eh?” “Over do it,” I corrected absently. She was fiddling around under in the cabinet under the sink. “You have the pale skin, the freckles and you sit on the beach with the dark women like me,” she went on, her head buried in the cabinet, “and you are surprised you get burned. AH! Va bene!” She stood up with a bottle of lotion in her hands. “This is good for the sunburn, come here,” she ordered, squeezing some onto her hands. “I can do that,” I stammered, alarmed. “Shhh,” she said. “Stay still.” I took a step back but hit the wall behind me. She stood very close and lightly began to spread the lotion on my upper chest. She had a delicate touch, I flinched from the coolness of the lotion, but her fingers were light enough not to hurt my burn. “This has aloe and other things in it that will be good for the skin,” she said, lightly rubbing it in. “You can do a lot of damage with the sun, especially una ragazza like you with the pale skin.” Her voice was soft, deep, melodious. She added more lotion to her hands, working it lower. “You don’t want to look old before you get old, eh? Well, you keep doing this and you will have skin like the leather jacket!” Her hands covered my breasts, touching lightly, spreading the creamy lotion over my burnt skin. “You have nice seni,” she observed matter-of-factly, covering them with her hands, “very firm, you are lucky.” I was breathing a little heavily. “No, they’re small,” I replied in a quiet voice. “Basta,” she chuckled. “In venti anni mine will hang down to my knees while yours will still be like the girl’s.” She traced my nipples with fingertips slick with aloe. They hardened and I tingled. “You have to be careful with these,” she said. Her voice had softened, she almost crooned to me. “They are sensibile, sensitive. You shouldn’t let them get burned.” I closed my eyes, she delicately flicked them. A low, involuntary moan escaped my lips. “Cara, can I ask you a question?” she crooned. “Have you ever made love to a woman?” Oh God, here it was. Somehow I knew from the moment she said hello we would end up at this point. “Yes,” I whispered. Carla leaned in a kissed me, lightly, softly, questing. I answered, our lips working. My tongue ventured out to touch her lips, hers quickly answered, finding mine. The kiss deepened, sucking me into its depths. Somehow her robe opened, she was naked beneath. We touched, skin to skin, the contact electric. I tangled my hands in the wet mop of her hair, pulling her in to me, devouring her with my mouth. Her hands played with my nipples, rougher. The sharp sting from the burnt skin sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my crotch. Carla pulled back and smiled. “Come with me, cara mia.” Taking my hand, she led me into her bedroom and over to the full sized pedestal bed in the center of the room. Shrugging off her robe, she stood naked before me, the ambient light from the other room providing diffuse illumination. A white triangle of un-tanned skin framed the smaller one of dense, dark curls at the juncture of her thighs. Her full breasts jutted proudly, dark nipples erect. Maybe in twenty years they would sag, but they were plenty impressive now. “Come, come in,” she smiled, drawing me over to the bed. Gently she pushed me back onto it, laying next to me. “You are very beautiful,” she whispered, caressing my face. “So are you,” I answered, leaning in to kiss her again. “No,” she said with a smile, teasingly pushing me away. “Lay back.” She ran out of the room for a second and quickly returned carrying the lotion. Climbing onto the bed, she straddled me, lightly sitting on my lower tummy. “I must finish caring for your skin,” she announced with a smile. “Fuck my skin!” I laughed, “Come down here and kiss me!” “Maybe later, both the kissing and the fucking,” she laughed with me, “but first I take care of you!” She squirted the lotion on my chest and belly. “Ahhh!” I shrieked, “That’s cold!” “Well, if you will do what I tell you, maybe I will warm you up.” “Yes mommy,” I giggled. “Better!” With soft touches, Carla began to spread the lotion over my belly working up and over my breasts. “You’ve done those already,” I murmured. “You are complaining?” she asked, eyebrow raised. “Oh no, just making an observation,” I replied with my sexiest smile. Carla lightly teased my nipples, making them stand tall once again. She continued to stroke them with one hand while working the other down over my belly. “You are very fit,” she observed. She slid lower, perching over my knees as she leaned forward to rub lotion into my belly. Her full breasts hung down and I reached out to lightly brush a large, dark nipple. “I said I must take care of your skin first,” she admonished. “Go ahead,” I said. “Don’t let me stop you.” Her nipples were large, thick. They elongated under my touch. “You are a bad girl,” she smiled. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of my panties and peeled them down to my knees. “I see your hair color didn’t come from the salon,” she observed, lightly brushing a finger through my pubic curls. She traced a fingertip over the top of my slit. “I didn’t get any sun there,” I teased. “Again, you are complaining?” she asked ironically. “Oh no!” I answered, opening my legs as far as her body and my panties would permit, “Not at all!” She slid down lower and pushed my thighs open, my panties slid down my legs and I kicked them off. Lightly she caressed my inner thighs, looking at my pussy. I couldn’t reach her breasts now, so I lay back, watching her. With a delicate touch, she teased the lips open, tracing the outline of my sex. Her fingers were slick from the lotion, or my skin was slick from something else, I don’t know which, but she slid over me easily. “Ohhhh!” I moaned. “Oh, come up here and kiss me, please!” Smiling, she stretched out beside me. We kissed softly then hungrily. Her fingers still stroked my sex as she lay half atop me. I slid my hand over her full hips, over the coarse tangle of her pubic thatch, finding her puss. She opened her legs for me and I reached under, finding her. She was slick with juice and I stroked her with two fingers, up and down. “Mmmmmm,” she purred into my mouth. “Belessima, mia bambina,” she whispered. I scrunched down to get a better grip and slid two fingers into her wetly, using my thumb to lightly press her clit. “Oh, dio, dio, dio,” she moaned. She was a noisy one, our Carla, but I liked it. I fucked her with my hand as she stroked me. I figured I was doing something right as she kind of lost track of what she was doing to me. I didn’t mind. “Oh mia cara!” I slipped a third finger in. She was tight, but not that tight. Three fingers usually hurts me a little. She loved it. “Oh! Oh! Oh! andiamo, andiamo!” I rolled onto her, pushing her on her back. She spread her legs wide and I finger fucked her faster. “C’mon, baby, cum. Cum for me!” I hissed. “Cum!” “Ohhhhhhhhh!” she arched her back, stomach tightening, muscles rock hard, breasts pointing to heaven. “Oh! Dio Mio! Oh!” The room was bright enough for me to watch her skin flush as she came. Her pussy gushed juice onto my hand as I pushed my fingers in as far as they would go. I felt the bump of her cervix and rubbed the tiny opening with my fingertips (something that always drives me wild). “Oh! basta, basta! Per favore basta! Enough, please God enough!” Laughing, I stopped. “Oh, did you like that?” I asked. She grabbed my chin and pulled my face down to her. Expecting a kiss, I yelped when she bit my lower lip.” “Pazza ragazza! You are, what is the English? A pain in the ass!” she said with a smile. “Come here cara mia,” she pulled me close and kissed me. I put my hand wet with her juice between our faces and licked it, tasting her salt. I put my fingers into her mouth and she licked herself off them. “So is this why you had Antonio give us the oysters?” I asked. “Did they work?” “What do you think?” I replied, taking her hand and placing it on my wet cunt. “I think I need another oyster,” she smiled, rolling me onto my back and sliding down between my legs. “Oh that’s awful! That’s terrible!” I laughed. “I don’t hear you trying to make the jokes in Italiano!” she replied pinching my bottom. “Ouch!” I yelped. “Oh, did that hurt?” she asked insincerely. “Let me kiss it better.” She lay between my upturned thighs. “Oh, this is very nice,” she purred, stroking me lightly. I felt her tongue lightly flick across my lips. “Mmmmm,” I sighed. With tiny, deft strokes, she opened me with her tongue, playing back and forth along my sex, circling up and around my clit. Her hand lovingly stroked my thigh as her tongue danced across my aching pussy. “Oh, oh yesss.” I hissed. Oh this felt so good. She knew what she was doing all right. This was heaven. She pushed my legs back, opening me further. She plied her tongue against my lips, flicking them one way and the next, sucking them into her mouth. Their friction against my swollen clit delightful. This was too good! “Dolche, you taste so sweet,” Carla murmured from between my legs. “Oh God, Carla, that’s soo good,” I moaned. I was getting close. Carla slipped a finger into my ass. I must have been soaked down there, it slid right in. “Oh! What are you doing?” God, it felt strange, good but embarrassing. “Oh!” “Shhh,” she admonished. Her tongue finally found my clit after so much teasing. Little light flicks against it while she slid her finger in and out of my anus, fucking it in time to the rhythm of her tongue. My hips rocked against her face. My pussy felt thick, my belly tense, I ground into her. “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!” my body convulsed as I came, harder then I had ever cum before. My cunt made squishy sounds as my inner muscles pulsed in the rhythm of a killer orgasm. Carla followed me, holding me down, licking and sucking on me as I kept cumming. “Oh stop! please Carla, please, enough. Oh!” I squirmed, trying to get away. The pleasure was just turning to something almost like pain when she let me go. “ Oh m’God, Oh, m’God,” I panted. “That was amazing.” “Did you like that?” Carla asked with a cat-that-ate-the-canary smile. “Just a little,” I chuckled. She slid up and we shared a tender kiss. “So cara, can you stay with me tonight?” she asked, stroking my hair. “I think I can manage that,” I said, kissing her again. “How much longer are you here,” she asked. “Four days.” “Well, you really should stay out of the sun for a while, with that burn. Will you have anything to keep you busy?” she asked with a smile. “I’ll think of something,” I replied, pulling her to me. La Bella She turned to look at her lover who was passed out. Norah snored softly, her face pressed into Gabriela's neck, her hand lying limp over Gabriela's breast. Gabriela couldn't stop staring at her lover and as her claws shortened, she pushed a few loose strands of hair away from Norah's cheek. Norah mumbled and yawned, opening her eyes and hugging Gabriela closer. Her thumb brushed back and forth over a nipple and Gabriela turned slightly, her wings covering them both from the chill in the room. "I've scratched you." Nora said in a husky whisper and cupped Gabriela's shoulder. Gabriela had scratched marks up and down the front of her body, on her legs and along her neck. They would be gone by mid day since demons didn't scar. "No worries, mi belleza." Gabriela kissed the top of Norah's head and wrapped her arms around her. Norah pushed her knee in between Gabriela's legs, where she could feel their combined love, a now dried mix that covered Gabriela's pussy bush. "Sometimes I forget myself. You shouldn't have provoked me and kept me locked up." Gabriela lifted an eyebrow and snorted. "I loved it and your animal side. That tongue of yours is a dangerous weapon." Norah blushed and rubbed her chin against Gabriela's arm. "Your tongue isn't too shabby either." Gabriela's let out a peel of laughter, which made Nora smile. Both women pressed their lips together and kissed hungrily. Norah's hand drifted down and rubbed Gabriela's mound, enjoying the crisp feel of her bushy curls. She still found it odd that most demon females never trimmed or waxed their pussy hair. It was a sign of virility, unlike werewolf females who shave their cunts while in their human forms. The irony wasn't lost on Norah. "What now La Bella?" Norah asked pressing a finger deep into Gabriela's needy core. Gabriela sighed and watched Norah's face as she pulled her leg over Norah's hip. "It's too dangerous to go anywhere today. You'll stay with me where we'll love some more and talk about your new role as my consort." Norah's eyes went wide and she leaned up on her elbow, taking her sticky fingers back. "B-but Gabriela, that's not possible. A demon can't have a werewolf as a consort. Why do you think I left all those years ago? I knew there was no possibility of a future between us." "Remember, I'm La Bella. No one dares to question me. Things have changed since you've been gone. I've killed more demon men and women who have tried to stop me. What I says go, and in this case, you will be accepted." Norah looked over at the fireplace where the fire had long been extinguished. She glanced around the opulent room and finally out the window. Gabriela waited silently, hoping Norah would accept, where she wouldn't have to force her into submission or lock her up until she agreed. "I need to think things over. I have other responsibilities and others who count one me. And you know full well my people are not going to be happy with this either. You may have a war on your hands." Gabriela rolled until she was on top of Norah and gave her a deep kiss. She licked at Norah's lips and bit down until she tasted blood. Norah moaned and her eyes flickered closed. "Let them try and stop me. We survived as children, in the ghettos of this godforsaken city that I now rule. I'm up to the fight and I have the feeling you are also. Say yes, stay with me." Gabriella rubbed her face against Norah and her fangs came out and pressed down, sucking out more blood. Norah wiped her cheek and look at her fingers that were covered in blood. Gabriela licked her hand, enjoying her taste. Norah sighed. "How about we enjoy this day together and then when we can speak more reasonably about our future together, we can come to a decision." Because Norah wasn't looking at Gabriela's face, she missed the hard and cold look in the demon's eyes. Gabriela's eyes turned red and she swooped down and pressed her mouth against Norah's throat, marking her with her fangs and drinking deeply from her throat, much like Norah did to her only a few short hours ago when she was in her wolf form. When Gabriela looked back at Norah, their eyes met. Norah's eyes grew wide and she let out a gasp and her whole body relaxed. She stared up at the ceiling and stared off in to the distance. "Oh my sweet, dear wolf." Gabriela brushed the hair away from Norah's forehead and continued to stare into her eyes. When Nora seemed to be barely conscious, Gabriela laughed and reached down Norah's stomach to nick her tender flesh there. She had plans for Norah over the next few hours. By the end of the day, she would make certain that Norah never left her again. Norah didn't complain or fight when Gabriela locked her in the cuffs again. She was mindless to the pleasure and building orgasms Gabriela made her feel because of the one simple demon glare she shared with her. She'd forgotten one simple rule when dealing with a demon. Never look them in the eye for their powers of mind control was strong and could make even the most powerful of werewolves their mindless love slaves.