CHAPTER ELEVEN
ARIEL
The clock on the mantelpiece above the fireplace in Mlle. T.'s
bed chamber was just striking midnight as I rushed
breathlessly into the room. Mlle. T. was there, along with
the servant, Karl, and one other. The mysterious Jo Lin, she
of the exotic oriental beauty and sure knowledge of many
ancient and forbidden practices, was present as well. She was
dressed in silk robe, a kimono, of the blackest silk I had
ever seen. There seemed to be a slice of midnight in that
dark garment, and the glowing firelight, and the many lighted
candles which also burned within the room, scattered an ever
changing, ever flowing, field of stars across its curving
contours.
Young Ariel had already been placed and bound in position
on her back along an oddly-shaped table, upholstered in dark
leather. This unusual piece of furniture had been constructed
in the shape of a horizontal "Y", consisting of a main section
about three feet wide, branching out in opposite angles into
two narrower wings, each about seven inches in width, at one
end.
The manner in which the young student had been strapped
onto this table made the idea behind its strange design very
clear. Ariel lay with her back against the wider section,
that being the head of the ottoman, and wide her legs bound to
the two off-shooting wings at its foot, so that her body was
positioned to form the "Y" as well. The angle of her widely
parted thighs matched the angle of the table's wings, so that
Ariel lay naked now, with her open, virginal sex exposed to
the view of all in the flickering light of the log fire. Open
indeed, for apparently Ariel had been carefully shaved of the
dark, downy moss that had until recently grown there.
The usual silver-buckled leather straps bound the girl in
her place, arms stretched high over her head, waist held
securely against the leather-padded table, and each leg was
wrapped in a circling spiral of straps which kept them
absolutely immovable against their padded supports.
Such configurations of straps I had by now, of course,
seen many times on other of the Chateau's students, but there
was one unusual addition in the case of young Ariel. Instead
of the rubber bit I had become accustomed to seeing used
alone, which, as Mlle. T. had described, would leave a girl
free to orally express her discomfort or her excitement, while
at the same time reducing the danger of any unintentional
self-inflicted damage to her teeth or tongue, the mouth of
young Ariel, once bitted as usual, had also been swathed in a
white bandage, circling her head in many turns until it the
girl's mouth had been wrapped to a thickness that would
undoubtedly preclude her emitting even the slightest sound.
This baffled me, as Mlle. T. had expressed to me the
importance of hearing her girls' cries of passion, or of
torment, as one means of judging the degree of the severity of
those emotions. Here, however, it was apparent that Ariel was
to be allowed to make no noise at all, except for the huffing
of air through her unobstructed nostrils.
All this I took in within a second, as I entered the
chamber. Mlle. T., having noted my abrupt arrival with a
tight, but indulgent smile, nodded to Jo Lin that whatever
ceremony was to take place here could now begin.
Jo Lin glided across the floor, and paused to stand
before the dark and silent manservant Karl. A slight shift of
her shoulders somehow released the black kimono, which fell
into Karl's waiting hands, leaving the dark-haired oriental
naked and beautiful in the firelight.
A hint of some enticing fragrance drifted to me from Jo
Lin's uncovered form, a delicious scent which told eloquently
and temptingly of dusty, far away lands. The woman moved
around with measured, graceful step to face the reclining
Ariel, who lay, as I have described, spread-eagle before the
open hearth.
The woman looked for a moment into the eyes of the young
girl bound before her. There was fear there, although I later
learned that Ariel had been informed about what was about to
occur, and had fully assented to the procedure I was here to
witness. Still, there was a look of threatening panic in the
girl's dark eyes.
Jo Lin must have seen the girl's apprehension as well,
for she moved now to soothe that emotion. Delicate fingers
stretched forth into the sweet apex of the straining "v"
formed my the girl's narrow thighs. The touch of a single
long-nailed fingertip to the tender hood of the girl's
clitoris, sent a ripple of sensation upwards and outward along
Ariel's young body, raising a pattern of goose flesh from
inner thighs to flat, taut stomach to cherry-tipped breasts.
Both the bud of the girl's little clit and the twin nubs of
her breasts were almost instantly erect and straining, wanting
the caresses of the oriental beauty to continue.
Jo Lin now knelt down, her face just above the level of
the girl's open sex. The knowing attentions of the woman were
having the desired effect upon young Ariel. There appeared
now a faint trace of moisture at the pink aperture at the base
of the girl's slit, and the smooth-muscled plain of her belly
was stirred by the flutter of arousal.
The huffing of air in and out through Ariel's nose became
more noisome, as the fingers of Jo Lin continued to trace a
teasing, soothing path up and down in the delicate furrow,
stopping now and again at the top to flick for a moment or two
against the tight bud of the girl's clit. The sounds of her
rough breathing became also intermingled with small, faint
moaning sounds from deep within the girl's throat that no gag
or bandage would muffle.
I watched as the colour of the flesh bordering Ariel's
delicate cunt began to change subtly, the faint pink conch-
colour deepening into a darker shade of red, the lips parting
there as well to emit a thin trickle of wetness that
lubricated the steadily stroking fingertips of Jo Lin's right
hand.
It was the left hand of the older woman that now
attracted my attention, however, as I noticed it reaching
slowly downward in the direction of the floor. It searched
for a moment just beneath the curtained underside of the
table's end, found what it sought, and returned from beneath
the curtain with a small rosewood casket. There were many
intricate designs upon this small box, a few of which I
recognised as script in what I believed to be Arabic.
Jo Lin, without pausing in her caressing of the
increasingly excited young Ariel, sat the box upon the floor
between her knees and silently opened the hinged lid. Silver
light seemed to gleam from within, and the flickering
firelight reflected off of several objects of glittering
silver.
I felt a hand upon my shoulder, and Mlle. T.'s arm guided
me into a better position to view what was about to occur. We
soon stood side by side just behind the kneeling Jo Lin and
the spread-eagle Ariel, and slightly to one side, so that the
light from the fireplace would now be blocked in its
illumination of the young girl's exposed sex.
Mlle. T. leaned in close to my ear to whisper, "You will
remember, Thomas, that I mentioned earlier that young Ariel's
tendency to enjoy the caresses of other women and at her own
hands was unacceptable to the master for whom she is
intended?" I nodded, my mind full of suspicions and
conjectures as to what the word, "PRUNING," lettered upon the
small plaque I had seen hanging beneath Ariel's mirror/window
might signify. Was this what I was about to learn?
"After tonight," continued Mlle. T., her voice still in
a whisper, so as not to distract the two women before us, "our
Ariel will be unable to enjoy such caresses, and will be able
to find erotic relief only under the attentions of her
intended male lover."
I moved my head slightly in a manner that indicated my
failure to comprehend, but froze when I saw the fingers of Jo
Lin's left hand remove one of the glittering silver items from
within the rosewood box between her knees, and knew instantly
what that object was. A razor.
The resonance consisted of a long, intricately carved
silver handle, fixed to a small crescent-shaped metal blade
measuring but an inch from horn to horn. I could easily see
that this blade was exceedingly sharp.
Now I knew, even without the further explanation that
came from Mlle. T., the full truth and nature of what was
about to occur. A "pruning." Ariel was to be deprived of
those delicate, sweet toys that she was so adept at employing
for her own private enjoyment of her young femininity, and
that made her susceptible to the girlish caresses of her
sister students.
It was true. Mlle. T. confirmed it so, quietly, before
moving apart from where I stood to dissuade any further
questioning upon my part. Left with no means of relieving her
own natural feminine desires, either on her own or in the
company of others of her own sex, young Ariel would
necessarily turn her attentions toward her male master,
finding her pleasure there where she had sought it elsewhere
throughout her youth.
My emotions were a turmoil of wonder and, I must admit,
arousal, as well as a heart-felt pity for the young woman who
lay before me, rippling and squirming within her bonds as Jo
Lin's caresses neared their inevitable conclusion. Though
Mlle. T. assured me, then and later, that the pleasures young
Ariel would experience in her new, altered, life would exceed
by many expanses the joy she had know previously, I still
thought it a hard cost for the girl, or any girl, to bare. I
did, however, see flashing upon my mind a sudden vision of
Ariel, her dark curls tossing, her body upheaving, her legs
scrambling to hold onto the hips of her future male lover, his
rampant member plunging again and again into the girl's sex to
its very depths, as her screams of unimaginable pleasure rose
higher and higher as deliriums of pleasure rose within her.
A sudden upward increase in the huffing breath through
Ariel's widely flaring nostrils drew me back to what was
occurring before me. The knowing hands of Jo Lin were about
to bring the girl she attended to a crisis, the final rushing
orgasm she would know under the caresses of any woman, her own
self included.
Breath whistling now in its intensity, Ariel froze,
straining against the leather straps, as the first crashing
wave of her climax rocked her from head to toe. A whining,
keening cry from beneath the her gag and mouth bandage
accompanied the release of this first wave, as Ariel began her
way convulsingly downward from her high summit of delight.
"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," the girl moaned contentedly beneath
her gag.
I had glanced upward into Ariel's partially masked face
at that moment, and saw her already wide eyes suddenly fly
open even wider, her whine of joy suddenly replaced by a
gurgling eruption of pure panic.
"Guh... Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
I glanced instantly back towards the gaping juncture of
the girl's thighs, and readily saw the reason for Ariel's
abrupt alteration of emotion. Jo Lin had skilfully chosen the
moment before, the instant that young Ariel had been
descending from the throws of her orgasm, to make the initial
necessary incision into the girl's delicate girl-flesh.
What followed was nearly a full minute or writhing and
bucking and high, shrill keening that no gag or muffling mouth
bandage could restrain, as the practised, knowing hands of Jo
Lin went about her careful, neat trimming of Ariel's intimate
pinkness. Throughout the hardest parts of the ordeal, Mlle.
T. stood near the head of the table, holding her charges face
between her hands, whispering soothingly to the girl, and
applying cool, damp clothes to the girl's fevered young brow.
One particularly crucial slice, this at the very top of
the girl's sex, sent Ariel, with a final, muffled shriek,
suddenly downward into blissful unconsciousness. There
remained but a few, neatening touches, and the work was soon
complete.
Jo Lin replaced her bright razors in their rosewood
casket and, having draped Ariel's weary loins with a red silk
cloth, glided emotionlessly from the room, pausing only to
accept upon her calm shoulders the silken folds of her
midnight black kimono, placed there as she passed by the ever-
attendant Karl.
