Synopsis: Jenny gets some exposure to other methods and then feels that she has put herself up for sale and then sold herself.

 

Sisters of Raven Square

by Misty Dawn and Christy Lake

Part 10: Costumes

 

When Karl asked her to dress in her Halloween costume, as he hadn't seen it on her, she discovered he enjoyed role play and at his suggestion she began to collect a variety of things she could wear that would 'turn his crank'. One of his favorites was a pink maid's uniform she found in a local restaurant supply house and second was a Catholic school girl ensemble from a boutique in the Small Mall. Shortly after classes began in September, she'd discovered Sharla kept her 'down south region' neat and had shaved her mound to be more like her friend. When Karl discovered her baldy, he was so enthused over it she continued to shave daily, even though she and Sharla were not so close any longer. She also found he liked her in high heels, and wanting to please her man, she began wearing heels just about every where she went.

"No Karl! Not here!" she snapped and once more evaded his grasp. They were in the stacks in the library and there were students milling all about them.

"Oh come on, Jenny, no one ever comes back in here. I think you are the only one on the whole campus interested in witchcraft!" His hand found her, held her, slipped up under her short skirt. "Oh yeah, you're a wicked witch, witch."

When his hands discovered her lack of panties, Jenny knew she was had, there and then.

"Damn, you can't tell me you weren't ready for this," he sniped and withdrew his randy rapier from its denim sheath, waved it threateningly at her.

With a soft moan of utterly helpless, eager delight, she absorbed his full length and held onto his broad shoulders as he thrust into her, and then bucked his hips, driving deep into her.

Several minutes later Jenny stood against the shelves regaining her breath. There before her eyes she saw an ancient tome entitled simply, "Demons and how to deal with them." To her astonishment, there were no marks or gadgets indicating the book belonged to the library. She looked at the author's page and saw only Damien. The book went out with her in her book bag and nary a peep from the electronic sensors at the door.

*****OoooO*****

By the time the Holiday Break came, Jenny and Kurt had been going together rather steadily for nearly two months, and as far as she was concerned their sex together was "great." But she wondered if she would ever get used to doing the "kinky" things for him that he declared necessary, to make their sex more interesting for him, like role playing, dressing up as a school girl, or becoming a harem slave and the acting the part of girl victim in his rape skits. Secretly, the sexy blond bimbo really hated doing these things that he expected of her.

Moving to the bedroom, mumbling softly, "…so, he wants to show me off to other men huh? Okay! If he wants me to be a display, I'll be a display for'im! I'll show off to every man in sight! I'll give Kurt a night he'll never forget!"

On Friday before the break, feeling the mood for something wild and crazy, more than ever–she thought that she just might be becoming addicted to doing the degrading things he wanted–Jenny went into her bathroom, stripped, tossed her clothes in the hamper, and then slipped into her sexy mirrored bathtub for a long, relaxing soak. She shaved her legs, and then carefully shaved her sex, which she'd kept nice and smooth for months, ever since discovering Sharla kept hers "neat". That had been her original reason, but she kept it shave now because Kurt said he liked her "smoothie."

Much later, moving with lissome grace, the blonde witch went to her closet to pick out a little black micro-mini-dress and a pair of sheer black, top-o'-thigh Stay-Up stockings with seams. Then she went back to the bathroom and did her business there and then put on make-up, bright red lipstick with gloss and bright red nail polish.

Returned to her bedroom, she put on the stockings, carefully adjusted the seams to run precisely down the center of the back of her legs. Finally she slipped into the skimpy dress. It would serve Karl right if everyone discovered she was naked under!

When she looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror, she didn't much like the image and then sighed heavily, "Goddess, I wish Karl would have to dress like this, go through the sort of degradation he puts me through a few times!" A sharp gasp escaped her as a forbidden name suddenly spun through her mind. But what did it mean? The answer would not come to her, no matter how much she mulled over it. Maybe it'll be in "The Book" as she referred to the tome she had lifted from the library.

*****OoooO*****

You know very well that is not what I want you to tell me.

A week and three readings later, the book went with Jenny to Vermont for the holiday break. Once again due to a prior commitment of Aunt Sheila's, Jenny was farmed out to Janet with no real argument from the girl. In a quiet ritual held on the Solstice, she became a Novice. Janet seemed unconcerned that Jenny showed such great interest in Demonic Magic and both her and her new student, Sarauk, helped Jenny with the study of Demon Lore. There were several demons profiled by the author Damien, and one in particular became the focus of her attention, reading and studies. No more than two hours after arriving at Janet's house in Burlington she and Sarauk were deep into stacks, this time she was into her mentor's private collection.

It was a small collection, as collections go, but an extensive compilation of works dealing with the dark side of The Craft. The library was housed in a well warded, but comfortable reading room in a sub-basement. Because she was a mere Novice, she soon discovered there were many of these tomes that simply would not open to her. Those that would, she pored over. More reading, more studying and she knew this demon was hers! The question is, she asked herself, just what does one do with a demon when one calls it up?

*****OoooO*****

It was the day after Christmas and as cold as winter in New England can be outside. Jenny should have known better than to agree to spend the night with Betty Whitmore, a friend from her high school days. The girl was now a student at the local Burlington University, and a member of a national sorority. The girl also had a boyfriend living with her.

The three youngsters took a break after about an hour of being 'on the ice' and sat at a rinkside table sipping hot cocoa. When Mike decided to answer the call of nature, the two girls finally had a chance for a bit of 'girl talk' that neither would want a guy to hear.

"Damn girl, your Mike's a whale of a catch, lemme tell you," Jenny opened baitingly.

The other girl laughed and held her hands about a foot apart. "Yup, a real hunk, too. How's your love life? You had time to cultivate and harvest one of those rich corn kings out there?"

"Wall, ah gots'im standin' tall'nd proud out thar inna field… and ah'm gonna be cuttin' 'nd shuckin' thet husk so's ah kin get ta th' cob…" the new Novice replied affecting a reasonable facsimile of the mid-western drawl.

"Ghad girl, you've been out west way too long! You sound just like one of those redneck farmers!" Betty interrupted. "Now come on, quit fooling around and tell me about your King's Cob."

Seeing the obvious, that Mike could return at any moment to prevent them from getting to the nitty gritty, Jenny nodded and said, "I really don't know much about him… His parents are both dead and he's the sole inheritor of a fairly large family trust from his grandparents. The way I understand it, all four of his grandparents are dead as well, and so, Karl's an orphan… a poor little rich brat with nothing to do but go to school and get an education he will never have to use." That she was excited while talking about her Karl was evidenced by her running all her words together into one long expulsion of sound, again.

"Damn it, Jenny! You know very well that is not what I want you to tell me. I want to know what he's really like!"

"Well, if you really must know…"

Betty leaned forward in her chair while Jenny lowered her voice and leaned a bit towards her friend.

"… Karl's something of an arrogant S.O.B."

"Oh that's just normal. Men are like that at that age. Mike is horribly arrogant; as I am sure you have seen!"

"He's also a sexist. Karl believes women are here on this earth for one reason and one reason only; to please the male."

"Ayup. That's Mike in a nutshell!"

"Darn it, Betty, it's so unfair. His taking me when and where is one of his favorite past times. He just doesn't give a damn about how I might feel about it. Just flips my skirt up and pulls my panties off and wham, bam, thank you ma'am, I'm filled up, to the max too, with him. Hell, sometimes he just literally rips my panties off."

"Girl, it is unfair, and lemme tell you that I am quite familiar with that male past time as well. Ghad, Mike simply does not care where we are or who's watching; when he wants to fuck me, I'd best be ready! Most of the time anymore, I don't even bother to wear panties."

"Karl's got a bit of an identity problem and the only reason I keep him around is the sex we have together is wild, wicked, and just about the greatest thing I have ever experienced!"

"Identity problem?"

"Yes. I really do not think he really knows who he is. About half the time he wants me to call him Kurt!"

"Ah yes! I've known a couple of guys like that. They do not really like their name… like some think Karl is a nerd name, so he tries to use his middle name. Kurt does sound a bit more masculine. Like it sounds like Quirt, which was one of John Wayne's best, and very masculine roles," Betty explained patently. "Mike likes to show me off and…"

"Yeh, I noticed. That skate outfit is showy."

"No more than yours. I bet Karl likes you to show off, too" Betty indicated the brief tog Jenny wore with a casual wave of her hand indicating the tight top barely containing her breasts, the sporty skirt, scarcely long enough to cover her tight little buns, brashly displayed by a contrasting thong bikini, worn over heavy winter-weight sheer-to-waist pantyhose, showing off long legs from buttocks to ankle.

Before she could reply, Mike returned, dragging one of his buddies with him. After the introductions, Jenny spent some time on the ice with Joe Valencia, but Jenny did not get an opportunity to respond too well to his advances. Joe had a call on his cell and made his excuse to depart her company. The trio of young people then spent the rest of the chilly afternoon simply skating and enjoying the day together.

All three were spent after the day in the cold at the local skating pond and had returned to Betty's apartment but a short while earlier. Jenny, still togged out in her skating costume, was unable to erase the image of a man from her mind.

An older man, sitting next to their table had kept peeking at her breasts and buns. Every time she bent over to tighten her laces, she'd made sure he'd gotten a nice view of her round mounds, both top and bottom. When it was time for them to leave for the day, she'd turned and inexplicably gave the man a little wave and wink and said, "Bye now."

When the three young people reached Betty's apartment door, Jenny was still recalling the incident as she went directly to the kitchen, seeking a hot cocoa to warm her up a bit before changing for dinner. Betty and her Vic Tanny poster boy went to their room, and… Jenny smiled over her chocolate, listening. Yes, she decided, I do hear her moaning! It's coming from their bedroom! Damn! Surely they know I'm out here and can hear that! Sheesh, she's really lost her inhibitions since we left high school! Well, hey, with a hunk like that for a boyfriend… Who wouldn't be fucking their brains out? Well, I'll just have to tip toe to my room and get what I need when I go take my bath.

The moaning got louder and Betty cried, "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me harder."

Helplessly feeling her sex respond with its now familiar wetness, Jenny sneaked down the hall towards the bathroom from her bedroom with her clothes in hand and discovered the door of her hosts' bedroom wide open. Betty and Mike were going at it, doggie style, in the middle of her bed. Neither of them paid any attention as Jenny looked in on them. The young witch felt her nipples harden and poke tents through the material of her togs. Licking her lips, she stared at the pair on the bed, watched Mike slide slowly in and out of her bottom, his smooth strokes matching exactly the rhythm of the dildo that Betty slid in and out of her dripping slit. Ohmigawd, he is that big! I can't believe she's letting him do that to her! That much man meat shoved up there has got to be killing her!

The teen had never seen anything like it, had never considered such an action possible! While she stood there mesmerized, watching, her vagina burned and ached for action. In a fit of confusion and longing she had never before known she felt her body moving and turning away from the scene, all the while poised on the edge of orgasm. Oh Goddess, she wants it! She likes it in her ass! Oh Goddess, I don't believe it!

"She took a last look; Mike thrust faster, in and out, in and out of Betty's bum. As she became more excited, she wanted to come. Mike moaned and pumped harder; Jenny had to wonder what it felt like. His body shuddered as he let his load loose in Betty's bottom. It shocked Jenny to see her friend arching her back higher and jabbing herself harder with the enormous dildo. Fascinated, Jenny watched as Betty came, her entire back side squeezed the sperm from Mike's penis.

"Oh yeah! That's it, baby," Mike panted. "Squeeze it! Take it all!"

Pulling the huge, soaking wet dildo out of her, Betty dropped it on the floor and Mike leaned against her, both drained of all energy. Jenny quickly, quietly made her way down the hall towards the bathroom. She somehow suspected the couple wanted her to catch them. Did they want me to see them? Did they want me to join them? Ghad, is that possible? Is Betty bi?

Breathless with disbelief, simmering with an inner excitement, Jenny made her way to the bathroom and collapsed on the commode. Finished with her business, still trembling from what she had witnessed, she ran a tub and dumped in a packet of her favorite bubble beads. To her consternation, as she undressed and slid into the fragrant, bubble mounded bathwater, her mind was focused on the man who had been sitting at the table next to them at the pond!

Finally she began to wash, sliding the soap-laden natural sponge over long, slender neck, then over firm breasts that simply begged male attention, across her flat, firm tummy, then down between her long shapely legs. Reaching the junction of her smooth thighs, she began playing with her tight little sex. Thinking about the last time she had played one of Kurt's little sex games did make her feel sexy. Impossibly, recalling that he had irrationally told nearly every guy they met all about her "Li'l Ole Baldy" was now making her hot!

The next moment she wanted to make love there in the tub. Gasping, Jenny whispered a forbidden name over and over, begging, "Fuck me... please fuck me!" Almost instantly she was feeling the fiery warmth of his demonic flesh enter her body, filling every centimeter possible. To her astonishment, it was not her quivering quim he was using. A sex demon possessed her, took her ruthlessly, uncaring of her pain or her sensibilities.

When she came, she lay back in the tub for several minutes trembling as the horribly erotic visions faded along with the sensational, very satisfying orgasm. "By the Goddess! I am becoming a real slut!" she accused herself silently. But the bigger question is why do I love it so?

Finally, she dragged her spent body out of the tub and patted her silken skin very thoroughly dry. Taking the chance that Mike and Betty would not see her, instead of dressing in the clothes she had brought into the bath with her, she wrapped a towel about her, and carrying her clothes, ran back to her room to dress. Putting on a harem-jamma set that Karl had given her for Christmas; she crawled into bed and went to sleep with out bothering to eat.

The next morning, after returning to Janet's house, Jenny was surprised when Joe Valencia called and invited her to a New Year's party. More surprising was that she accepted... and with her aunt's and Janet's enthusiastic blessings!

*****OoooO*****

A tea would be welcomed

When she told her mentor where and with whom she was spending New Year's Eve, Janet Wainwright took it as a personal challenge to tog Jenny out properly. It seemed that Janet had known Joe and had dealt with him and his family for years. They, Janet, Jenny and Sarauk, the dusky Egyptian exchange student now living with Janet, spent the greater part of the day searching every boutique in New England—she would have sworn it so—finding just the right evening dress for the ball. For this gala event, Jenny would be 'The Woman in Red'.

The morning of New Year's Eve, instead of Joe picking her up as she had expected, a liveried chauffeur called for her, ushered her gently into the back seat of a stretch limousine telling her, "Mister Valencia deeply regrets that he is unable to come for you, Miss. He will meet you at the hotel."

"Go along now dear, you'll have a ball, I'm sure," Janet chuckled as she ushered Jenny out the door. The gentle snicker from Sarauk caused the blonde to blush lightly. That she would surely 'ball' Joe Valencia was a given, but did they have to take it so lightly?

Twenty minutes later she was ushered aboard a private jet that took her to La Guardia. Ten minutes after debarking at the NYC airport, she was aboard a helicopter that took her to the roof of the hotel she was to stay at. A uniformed bell captain helped her from the helicopter and asked, "Did you have a pleasant trip, Miss Blais?" and even pronounced the name Blais properly as Blay! The young man led her to a little car resembling a miniature golf cart and seated her in it, then sped off towards a set of double doors that opened into an elevator vestibule. Incredibly the elevator was there at that floor waiting for them. Still aboard the mini-cart, they dropped just one floor and the doors opened again and the bellman drove her into the entryway of an elegant penthouse apartment.

Overwhelmed by the opulence, Jenny rose from the cart and simply stood there in the middle of the entry way looking at everything at once. Jenny was no stranger to opulence, but this was a bit much even for her. This was plain and simply palatial!

"Miss Blais, I am so happy to see you made it!" A woman's lilting voice drew her attention. "Please, come in. Would you like a drink?"

"A tea would be welcomed," she returned without really realizing she spoke .

The possessor of the voice was a diminutive woman no taller than four feet, six inches and quite the elegant. The ageless one took her to a spacious living room and seated her on a mammoth couch before a glass-topped coffee table. At a touch of a button on a small wand resembling a television remote, a maid in the classic maid's uniform appeared. "Tea for two, Millie." Turning then to Jenny, she said softly, "My name is Ti Lei and I am here to see you are properly prepared for Mr. Valencia and the party you are to attend with him tonight, Miss Blais."

When they finished their tea, the preparations began and except for lunch, a delicious Chef's salad, those preparations took the remainder of the day. The blonde was saunaed, massaged, and bathed. Ti Lei was delighted when she discovered Jenny's Venus Mound was 'neat' and enthused, "Oh, Miss Blais, Mister Valencia will love your pretty little girl pussy!" and then applied a strong depilatory, "just to be sure there is no trace of stubble, Miss Blais." She was then powdered, painted and perfumed. Her blonde hair was done up in an elaborate upsweep coif and held in place by red ribbon and gold barrettes. Somehow Ti Lei had known she was wearing red tonight and every thing was coordinated to the exact shade of her dress. Her makeup was applied by an artist; her nails were done by a serious manicurist.

From the skin out she was dressed in red. A skimpy red satin thong cupped her soft sex and s bra that was merely a shelf that would lift her breasts in silent offering and sheer seamless top-of-the-thigh self-supporting stockings were all she was to wear under her cherry red dress that she and her aunt had selected. The stockings were barely in place on her legs when her feet were fitted and buckled into a pair of strappy sandals with five inch high, stiletto-thin heels.

A soft groan escaped her when she saw the sexy shoes and then thought of the hours she would suffer while walking on tip toe. Ti Lei laughed in good natured sympathy but said, "Mister Valencia will adore you in those shoes, Miss Blais." Jenny had asked her several times to call her Jenny, but she and the women working on her continued to call her Miss Blais.

The red dress was hardly more than a short tube of Lycra that zipped up the back and clung to her curves like the proverbial second skin. It barely covered the bottom half of her bulging breasts and fell to a point just below the webbed tops of her stockings. When she had tried it on at the dress boutique it had not seemed so skimpy or tight. Jenny had to think that for reasons of her own, while she had been getting dressed, her aunt had exchanged it for a smaller size! Instead of simply enhancing her womanly shape, it defined and displayed her as though she were naked. Ti Lei loved the look of the eternal temptress it gave her. "My dear, our Mister Valencia will be very turned on by you and by your presentation. Stand tall, Miss Blais. You must be proud… Oh, I just know he'll take delight in showing you off to his friends."

When she was finally dressed and allowed to see herself in the mirror, she gasped sharply and realized she actually liked the "I can be had" look. "Oh, Ti Lea, I brought jewelry…"

From behind her a male voice said, "You will not need to wear your jewelry tonight, my pet."

Whipping around, startled by the sound of the rich baritone, Jenny staggered on the slim, tall heels, caught her balance and then gasped, "Oh, hello, Joe. I'm sorry, but you startled me."

"And now it is I who apologizes, my dear, for it was not my intention to startle you."

The oriental moved close to Jenny and said, placing a small hand on a bare shoulder and gently urging her, "Turn around girl, let your man see what he is getting."

Giving in to the gentle pressure, though she felt like she was being assessed as a side of beef for sale, Jenny performed a slow pirouette before the man. The look he gave her left no doubt as to his desire, or his intentions. Jenny wondered why it made her feel so warm to feel his need for her. By the goddess' skirt, he's got me tripped and dicked and not even going to ask 'by your leave, ma'am?'! And dammit, I am doing nothing to put a stop to it!

"But I do agree with you, precious, you do need a trinket or two to finish the picture." The man reached into his inside coat pocket and brought out a long flat box. It was of a shape all women recognize practically from birth. "I want you to wear these and take them home with you when you leave. Perhaps when you look at them you will remember me." He handed her the jewelry box. To her surprise, it was made of a dark wood, teak perhaps.

With trembling fingers, Jenny took the box from him and opened it. She gasped and gaped. Nestled into the box amid soft velvet was a ruby pendant the size of a hen's egg and solitaire sapphire ear rings about a half inch in diameter set in gold of course. "They are gorgeous!"

"My dear girl, they are but pale trinkets before your radiant beauty. May I?" He lifted the pendant from the tray and with out ado, clasped it in place about her slender neck.

A little god cap glued onto the small end allowed the egg shaped sphere to depend from a fine, delicate a gold plated steel chain long enough to place the ruby at rest half way down the deep valley of her breathtaking cleavage. Even in her hesitancy she saw that it lay there between her bulbous breasts as though it belonged there.

"Joe, I can't accept that! That ruby is probably worth more than a new motor home!" That feeling of being for sale left her, to return as a feeling of being sold, and she was the one doing the selling. Jenny knew she was going to have to work very hard to be worth all that.

"But you can and will accept," he told her as Ti Lei placed the sapphires in the lobes of her ears. "And tonight Jenny Blais is going to be worth every penny to Joe Valencia."

Jenny was not certain how she felt about being taken for granted. He never once asked her if I want to go to bed with him. Goddess, what have I become?

The End of Part 10, Year 1, the Raven Square Story, in the Sharla Winslowe Universe – Part 11 next.

  

  

  

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