Mad Madam - Chatper 6: Naughty

"Have you ever wanted to be the belle of the ball, Penny?" Penny peered at Raven's reflection in the vanity mirror as she loomed over her. Penny tugged the brush through her hair until Raven gently pried it from her hand. The rasp of the bristles pulling through her hair with Raven's expert strokes made her hum with pleasure.

"Who hasn't?" Chandra broke in, taking up the corner of the bed and, quaintly, rubbing half of a cut lemon onto her elbows. The ritual was old-fashioned and scripted to suit their client's tastes. He nodded in approval, mutely urging them to continue. He was already unbuckling his belt and fumbling with the zipper of his stiff new Levi's, Chandra mentioned he worked at Caldecott's grain mill on morning shift. This was his lunch.

"I never had a date to the prom," Penny complained with a pout. Raven's smile was expectant.

"You? Oh, no, Penny; you're so beautiful!"

"I was a wallflower," she admitted. Raven looked every inch the sympathetic girlfriend, attired in blue baby doll pajamas trimmed in ribbons. She started braiding a hank of Penny's hair, completing the image of a slumber party in progress. "No one asked me. Everyone thought I was a little priss."

"Were you?"

"No. I wanted to be naughty. Really naughty."

"Ever break curfew?" Chandra asked, painting her lips with purple gloss that Raven knew was actually a lickable lotion that doubled as a lubricant. She resembled a girl playing with her mother's makeup. "Here. Want some?"

"I do." Raven allowed Chandra to approach and stroke the gloss onto her lips with her fingers. "Mmmm." She sucked the last trace from her finger.

"How naughty did you wanna get, Penny? Would you go all the way?"

"Yes," Penny admitted shyly. Raven prodded her with the brush.

"We can't hear you!" she teased.

"Oh, yeah!" she gushed enthusiastically, throwing in a blushing smile for good measure. "I was saving myself, but I wanted to give it up so bad."

"I bet. You're so easy, Penny." It was ironic. Raven went to high school after the Gold Rush; and Anna never went to her prom. She had nothing to draw on, so she just winged it.

"No, I'm not!" she whined back. Raven's smile grew wicked, dimpling her cheeks. She assumed her blonde, creamy-skinned guise. It was her favorite. Chandra was more at ease during their sessions when she wore that face.

Raven laid down the brush and twisted Penny's hair back from her face, pulling her back until she leaned her head against her stomach. Chandra began tying her own hair up with a scrunchie. She "accidentally" dropped the brush and bent to retrieve it, giving her client a view of her nipples from the flimsy red camisole. He worked himself faster, tenting his boxers.

"What do you think about when you miss going to prom, Penny?"

"Dancing. Wearing a pretty dress. With nothing on underneath. Leaving early. Then a drive to the beach."

"Then what?" Raven reached for a bottle of lotion and squirted a generous amount into her hand. She massaged it into Penny's bare shoulders in lazy circles.

Penny's nipples grew hard Raven sensed the change in Penny's leaping pulse.

"We'd kiss. He'd slip me the tongue. Then he'd cop a feel, even if I told him no. I liked it. First over the dress. Then I'd let him pull it down."

"Like this?" Raven eased the straps of Penny's short, black nightie down her arms and let them drop, exposing her ripe tits.

Their client was getting worked up, his erection now emerging from his pants. His hand shook, but he jerked himself harder. They made him hot.

He felt ashamed, but he couldn't stop.

"Yeah. Just like that. Then he'd feel me up all over. He'd play with them."

"Just like this?" Raven groped one and coated it liberally with the lotion. Chandra followed suit, flanking Penny from the left. She gave Penny's other nipple a hard tweak, making her squeal.

She couldn't resist being worked by two of them at once. And being watched. Her nipples ached for more, puckering and straining into Raven's grasp, and she felt the clench of excitement in her pussy, now hot and wet.

"Then what?" Raven's hand covered Chandra's, creaming them both with the lotion, still massaging the globe and teasing her nipple.

"Sounds easy to me. You're freaky, Penny! Just a freaky slut!"

"He'd make it feel good. He'd suck me until I couldn't take it anymore." Chandra took the liberty of moving her chair out from the vanity. She turned her to give her more room and then knelt before her, shimmying her nightgown out from under her.

"Girl, you're not even wearing panties now! You got a prom date tonight?"

"No. I wish I did." Chandra's hands tugged her thighs open, revealing her snatch, waxed bare this time, just like Raven's.

"We'll be your date for tonight, Penny," Raven purred. "We'll make it real good, and you can give it up." Chandra's mouth closed around one straining nipple and sucked it, lapping her tongue around it in teasing strokes.

"It's my first time," she lied, giving herself up to the sensations. She didn't object when Chandra eased her ass to the edge of the chair. "Do me. Please, do it to me." Chandra's tongue left a hot, wet trail down her body until she reached her sweet little cunt. She spread her swollen lips and stroked her, lapping up her juices like a thirsty kitten.

"I want to play, too." Raven massaged her breasts, rolling her nipples roughly as she bent down and bit Penny's ear. She whispered "I can't wait to teach you. Punish you. I'll make you beg when I get you alone. Long and hard." Penny's cries increased their pitch, driven by fearful anticipation.

They switched positions. Raven retrieved her hardware from the drawer. She stepped out of the pajama bottoms and strapped on the leather girdle that left her pussy exposed except for the dangling black dildo.

"It's my first time too, Penny. Tell me how you like it." Penny was bent over the chair while Chandra readied her from behind with two fingers.

"Easy slut," she crooned, spanking her ass to make it bounce. "I want a piece when she's done. You want it bad, don't you, Penny?"

"Mmmmmm." Whack. Whack. WHACK. The twist of Chandra's knuckles paired with the flat of her palm made her hot and bothered.

Her fingers disappeared, leaving her bereft until she felt the cool press of leather teasing her pussy lips. "Like that? Don't you want it bad, Penny?"

"Oh, yeah. I want it so fuckin' bad."

"Slut." She thrust her hips forward, plowing the dildo between her lips and coating her with her own cream.

"You're our slut tonight, Penny. You want to be fucked. You want us to pop your cherry."

"Yeah," she breathed.

"You want us to spank that big, tasty ass."

"Yeah."

"You want me to fuck your holes." Raven savored the wet slurp of the dildo sliding through her folds. Chandra's index finger slithered into Penny's ass; she thrust it in and out, pausing to coat it with lube before breaching her again. Her cheeks clenched tightly around her digit, squeezing it. Penny's pussy tightened with the act, and her ass jerked wantonly toward both women.

Their client beat himself raw, mouthing words that Raven read through the glass panes: Fuck her. Fuck her ass hard. Oh, yeah. Yeah. His youthful face contorted with need.

"Yeah. Oh, yeah." Raven rolled her eyes at Penny's dramatics. Chandra inserted a second finger, continuing to dilate her with twisting motions.

"Take it, slut. Take it like a good little prom date. You're putting out for us." Raven shunted the dildo inside her savagely, in tandem with Chandra's pistoning hand.

"Nnnngh! ANNNGGGHHH!" Penny's cries rose and filled the room. Her knuckles turned white from gripping the chair. She gave up control to both of them, wanting nothing but pleasure.

She eyed their client; her lips were red and wet, and she licked them slowly.

She still had some control. Raven rammed into her harder, making her breasts jiggle. Chandra squirted more lotion into the crack of her ass and forced a third finger into her asshole, stretching her with tight, sweet pain.

"Fuck!" Penny screamed. "I'm gonna be so grounded! Oh! OHHHH...don't STOP! I wanna be a good girl, but I can't stop!"

"You're a good slut. How do you like this date tonight, Penny? How do you like it." She punctuated each word with another slam of her fake cock, wishing it were the real thing. She was flush with power.

Unbidden, the urge to lean over and lick that sweet, vulnerable little spot behind Penny's ear hit her. She squelched it.

"My parents might hear," Penny whimpered. "They're not gonna let me have sleepovers anymore! AHHHH!" Chandra wasn't sympathetic. Her eyes glazed with arousal. She was enjoying it, too.

Their client was buying it. His erection jerked and throbbed. This time they heard him.

"Give it up, Penny, you bith! Bend over and back it up! FUCK! FUCK HER HARD! Ram that sweet ass!" His voice was hoarse. Precum glistened on the tip.

Penny made mewling sounds that turned into one ululating, shuddering scream. Raven winced; it was earsplitting. Climax rocked her body, she bucked, nearly losing her balance over the chair. Chandra wrung the last of her orgasm from her with a flex of her fist. Raven performed the shunting, quick jerks of a man finishing himself off.

"YEAH! Oh, yeah, Penny, you hot little bitch! Your cherry's all gone!" Chandra's hand slipped free before Raven backed out of her.

The glass pane was speckled with ropes of thick white cum. Their client was panting loud.

"We're tired, mister.We wanna go to bed now. Raven's telling us a ghost story," Chandra scolded, standing behind Penny and fondling her tits. Raven reached down and scooped her fingers into Penny's cunt, drawing it up to her mouth, shining and wet. She drank her pungent taste and telegraphed with her eyes how good it was.

"We wanna tuck Penny in. 'Bye, now."

He deposited the cash in the box and left on shaking legs.

Chandra took off. Penny sat back down at the vanity and unbraided the messy plaits. Her blissful look was gone.

"Did I get you off, Mistress?"

"No." Raven was stripping herself of the strap-on. "What do you plan on doing about it?" Raven craved Penny's ass for herself. She knew she was primed, ripe and hot, just for her.

"Nothing." Raven paused in reaching for her bottoms.

"That sounded like you telling me no."

"Then you're not deaf. I need a break. Misty can come in here first. She doesn't know how to do...that, yet," she muttered, nodding to Raven's dildo.

"You're still mad, aren't you. Aren't you." Raven's voice was cold and accusing.

"I did my job, Mistress. Misty can be next. She's...just as good." Then it dawned on her.

"You need me to say I like you best."

"I don't need anything from you." Raven tsked, then clapped.

"Bravo, Penny. The fuck toy's gotten all sassy and grown some balls. Not as big as these." Raven morphed her pussy into large testicles covered in dark blonde hair. "Wanna pretend they're gobstoppers? You look hungry."

"No. I've had enough." She gathered her gown and headed for the door. She didn't want Raven to see the hurt in her eyes.

Raven was quicker. She slapped the door shut from behind her. Her breath steamed Penny's neck.

"I'll tell you when you've had enough." Her hand changed from being slender and delicate to large and thick-fingered. "I don't think you have, whore." Her voice was deep and masculine, but it still held Raven's inflections. "Time for your real prom date, Penny."

"No," she whispered.

"Don't you tell ME NO!" She was jerked roughly from the door and slammed onto the bed. She dropped her gown on the floor.

"You forgot one thing. I paid for your dinner date and tickets," Raven drawled cruelly. "I rented the limo. So I call the shots. And you suck my dick."

Raven fondled a cock that was large and tumescent. She was the archetypical boy next door, blond and handsome, looming over Penny larger than life. Penny's nostrils flared.

"Don't do this. Please, Mommy, don't!"

"I own you, Penny."

"You don't own what matters."

"I think I do." She yanked her by the hair to her knees and crammed her cock into Penny's mouth. She gagged and choked, and her eyes watered as Raven forced her to take it. Her eyes morphed from blue to yellow. "What matters. Please!" Penny's whimpers were strangled as Raven punished her. She rutted roughly, farther down her throat and bruising the roof of her mouth. The corners of Penny's mouth were sore, straining from the thickness of Raven's swollen flesh. Saliva dribbled down her chin.

She finished by ruthlessly flipping her over and fucking her up the ass. This time Penny bit back cries. This wasn't playful. For the first time, Raven made her feel humiliated.

Raven came, despite the voices in her head.

She was hurting her. It felt...wrong.

She climaxed more than once, this time reveling in the squeeze and pulse of Penny's asshole. Her cry was guttural and triumphant.

She shoved Penny off of her dick, letting her collapse onto the bed. She glared up at Raven through the shining curtain of glossy hair.

"I hate you, Mistress."

"Join the masses. Now, get out."

*

The rest of her evening was dull and uneventful. No more clients, and Misty clocked out early. Penny never came back after lunch.

She returned to her office, clutching a cup of hot tea as she keyed the lock.

"Hello, Raven."

"Holy shit!" Scalding tea splashed her ankles as she dropped the mug. "Sonofabitch!"

"You had nicer nicknames for me before." Forge smiled from his perch behind her desk, perfectly at home in her chair. His gleaming white teeth contrasted starkly with his cinnamon-toned skin and laughing black eyes.

"Look what the cat dragged in," she spat. "After coughing it up."

"Only cat I see here is you. Wait, I got that wrong." His eyes turned flinty above his smile. "Pussy."

"No. Pot calling the kettle." Echoing her remarks to Penny, she jibed, "You're jealous because I have a bigger pair."

"That's the rumor around town." Raven's eyes narrowed into slits. "One of your people isn't keeping up the honor system, Raven."

"Not my clients. What they get here's good enough to shut them up and keep them coming back."

"Don't toot your own horn, Raven. I'm not impressed." Then he sighed. "Not anymore."

"So why are you here?"

"Charles' intel fed us a tip that the Friends of Humanity have an active cell here in the county." Her skin crawled, and she hugged herself, hating her own weakness.

"You're lying."

"I didn't have to come here."

"Why do you care?" She nodded to his gloved hand. "You don't dare shake anyone's hand around here. You're a mark, too." He shrugged, nonplussed.

"You wound me."

"I wish."

"You wish too small."

"Get out of my chair."

"Not much of a hostess."

"You can tell a lot from the company people keep. You'll drive away my business."

"Soon you might not have a business. People in this town don't like mutants, or have you forgotten. Why, Raven?" He lowered his boots from her desk and studied her. "Why here?"

"I had unfinished business." She deposited her tea cup on a side table and stalked over to the desk. "And it's none of yours."

"Rogue lived here once." Raven blanched.

"Give the man a gold star."

"They did something to her, didn't they?" He raked his fingers through his hair with a sigh. "Or you did something to them?"

"If you want."

"You're in danger."

"Forge, I am danger."

"Stubborn, hardheaded bitch," he muttered. He reached for a red folder she hadn't noticed earlier. "Here." He extracted some large eight by tens and slid them over to her, avoiding physical contact. She leered.

"You finally developed those Polaroids we took? Thanks but no thanks."

"No. But they should look familiar." Her eyes narrowed at him, then widened once she glanced down at the photos.

He saw her shudder. "Shit."

There were pictures of Sharon Needermyer with Misty and Chandra. She was slightly thinner than she was during their first session, but her face was still easy to recognize beneath the cat mask she wore. Her eyes looked glazed with ecstasy. Raven flipped through each one.

There.

Her. With Penny.

Her face was mere inches from Penny's snatch, her tongue stretched long and wide, invading her. Raven's features in the photo were contorted and warped, her eyes almost reptilian.

"Picture's worth a thousand words, Raven. And a bullet in your head." He rose from his desk. "You know where to reach me. I'll let myself out."

*

A young man in Levi's and a Dickies work shirt knocked sharply on the Mayor's office door after telling his secretary, Josie, that it was urgent.

"Come in," Carl barked, looking up from his phone call.

"I just came from Black Byrd's," he puffed.

"Sit down. I'll be with you in a minute." He nodded into the phone, made sounds of agreement, then said "I'll be in touch." He hung up.

"Tell me."

"It's true. It's her." He swallowed. "And...and we found your wife, sir. With her. And some of her whores." Carl was silent for a moment, and his face turned into a cold mask.

"We're having a meeting tonight. I know it's short notice, son, but I know you're my right hand to get the word out and get everyone together." The young man ducked his head, feeling his face flush. The visions of the slumber party still danced before his eyes every time he closed them. His dick throbbed stubbornly and made his pants feel tight.

"I'll get on it."

"Do that." The door clicked shut as he left. Carl drummed his fingers thoughtfully before he dialed another number from his Rolodex.

"Gray? This is Carl." He sighed. "We'll need to get moving on this faster than we thought. There's been a development."