CHAPTER TWELVE
ALLISON
Several days later, I was invited by Mlle. T. to attend her at
another of the Chateau's training sessions. Once again, it
was to be seventeen-year-old Allison to whom this session was
dedicated, she of the haughty, superior air. The proud,
unshakable girl who, for all her cool aloofness when in the
company of her superiors, was the same girl I had watched
entertain herself upon her own fingers in the supposed privacy
of her bed chamber.
Young Allison was to be "broken" of her feigned disinterest
in matters sexual by what Mlle. T. described as "a long and
quite arduous series of procedures designed to reveal to the
girl her true erotic nature." Today's event, however, was to
be more of a demonstration, for my benefit more than for the
benefit of the girl, herself. Mlle. T. explained that she
intended to show me the 'natural, feminine heat lurking just
below the girl's carefully controlled exterior facade.'
"Beneath Allison's mask of disdain for the erotic," said
Mlle. T. "our Allison is quite the little wildcat. And though
she remains a virgin, her inner drives are tearing the girl
apart. These drives must be aroused to the point where she is
no longer capable of denying them, to herself or to the
world."
Allison apparently was not only a virgin where men were
concerned, but she also remained innocent of the caresses of
her sister females. And it was the natural, inborn tendency
toward female-to-female lesbian intimacy that Mlle. T.
proposed to demonstrate. The experiment took place in the
dining room of the Chateau, just after the mid-day meal. The
table had been cleared - the same heavy oaken dining table I
have already described - and young Allison was brought in by
the servant, Karl, accompanied by two of Mlle. T.'s students
that I did not remember having seen before. They were two
lush blondes of about eighteen. Twin sets of sparkling blue
eyes looked openly and boldly into my own as the two girls
entered. From the relaxed, casual attitude of the two, I took
it that these must be of the Chateau's senior class, if not
actual graduates. Mlle. T. later confirmed my assumptions.
They were, indeed, very near their graduation dates, and would
soon be shipping off for the orient, the two contracted as a
pair to one of the Chateau's leading sponsors.
The two blondes came to stand quietly near the wall
opposite where I and Mlle. T. sat waiting. Allison looked
from the two older girls to her Mistress, obviously wondering
what was about to occur. Mlle. T. lead over to whisper, so
that the others in the room could not hear.
"Watch," she said.
She then rose and approached her dark-haired charge, who
stood apprehensively awaiting her Mistress's command. "Remove
your tunic, my dear," said Mlle. T., perfunctorily. There was
but a barely perceptible hesitation on Allison's part as she
did as she was told. The wispy silken garment was shrugged
from her shoulders, and it fell with a hushed rustle into a
snowy puddle about the girl's feet. Then Allison stood
motionless again, waiting for what might happen next. I have
described young Allison earlier. Beautifully framed, her
breasts proudly standing upon her out-thrust chest, the pink
nipples small and erect, now, from their sudden exposure to
the cool air of the room. Short, curly hair, the colour of
rich, well-oiled mahogany crowned her sweet head. A swatch of
the same colour showed at the junction of her well-muscled
thighs, which she now pressed modestly together as she stood.
All in all, the girl was quite as beautiful as any of the
girls I had seen at the Chateau, or anywhere else in my young
life, for that matter. "Now," continued Mlle. T., once her
charge had disrobed. "Stand and face your sisters, my dear."
Allison looked to her Mistress in confusion, but then
understood that she was referring to the two blondes standing
across the table from her. She did as she was told, and stood
facing the two.
"Ladies," said Mlle. T.
This apparently was sufficient instruction for the two
young blondes, for they instantly cast off their own white
silk tunics, casually tossing them aside, exposing two more of
the most magnificently beautiful creatures I had ever seen.
It was clear that their Mistress had discussed her plans for
this event with the two in advance, for most of what came
after this point occurred with very little direct instruction
from their instructress. It was equally clear that young
Allison had not idea at all as to what was afoot. The girl
stood there, her eyes directed toward her two schoolmates,
nervously waiting for Mlle. T.'s next command. It came soon
enough.
"Allison, I wish you to look at your two sisters here."
said Mlle. T., approaching the young girl. "They are
beautiful, are they not?"
Allison did not reply at once. There was more than a
degree of hesitation before she mumbled, uncertainly, "Y...
yes, Mistress."
"Quite beautiful, wouldn't you say?" Mlle. T. asked.
"Y... yes, Mistress."
"Then say it, Allison!" Mlle. T. demanded, sharply of the
girl. Allison swallowed audibly.
"Y... yes, Mistress. They are... they are... beautiful...
Mistress."
Mlle. T. smiled, coolly. "That is fine, Allison," she
said. "And since they are so beautiful," the woman continued.
"No doubt you would consent to make love to the two of them,
yes?" Allison's eyes widened in shock.
"N... no, Mistress!" Mlle. T. moved in quickly.
"No?" she asked, in feigned surprise. "Do you mean to say
that you would not like to lie with these two beautiful girls,
right here upon this table, and make love to them?"
Allison seemed to be fighting to keep an expression of
clear disgust from spreading over her face, still not certain
of what her Mistress had in mind here. Was it some sort of
test? What answer was she expecting to be given? The girl
merely stammered for some moments without replying at all.
"I ask you again, Allison," Mlle. T. said, insistently.
"Do you not want to lay these two beautiful young women upon
this table, and make love with them, kiss them, lick them and
suck them between their legs until they explode with delight
all over...."
"Noooooooooooooo!" shrieked Allison, her shock at Mlle.
T.'s words driving the cry of denial seemingly from the depths
of the young girl's very soul. (Later evidence was to
demonstrate that the actual feelings of that soul were in
strong disagreement with this strong denial, as will be seen
shortly.) Mlle. T. moved closer to the Allison's side, quickly
soothing the girl in her obvious alarm and consternation.
"Very well, Allison," she said, calmly. "It's all right.
We will have you do nothing at all that you do not wish to do.
Your desires are what concern us here, and if you do not wish
to make love to other women, that is fine." Mlle. T. turned
away from the girl to face me, catching my eye with an amused
expression in her own, as she casually drew an object from
somewhere about her person. It was a necklace, a long chain,
of what appeared to be fine gold, from which dangled a single,
glittering black stone, fully an inch across. This stone had
been cut to display many facets, so that, as the stone hung
there, gently turning, it sent out from its dark centre many
hundreds of flashing sparkles of reflected light. It was
arresting, a fascinating phenomenon to observe. Mlle. T.
smiled, knowingly, at my reaction, and turned back toward the
still-trembling Allison. The eyes of the young girl were
instantly attracted to the glitter of the dark stone, just as
mine had been, and the instant hers locked onto the sparkling
gem, an unmistakable calm seemed to descend upon her, her
breathing subsided somewhat, and some degree of her previous
anxiety appeared to settle out. I watched as Mlle. T. slowly
raised the dangling back stone to bring it closer before
Allison's eyes. She leaned in to whisper some words to the
girl that I was unable to decipher from where I stood.
Allison's eyes became wide and transfixed by the shining rays
emitting from the dark jewel, as Mlle. T.'s whispered words
continued. Then her eyes seemed to grow heavy, the lashes
dropping gradually downward, ever downward, until Allison's
eyes were closed completely. Mlle. T. now moved quietly back
from the girl, who stood where the woman left her, seemingly
asleep, or in some sort of trance. Mlle. T. returned now to my
side, speaking to me.
"You are familiar with mesmerism, Thomas?" she asked,
quietly. I nodded. I had indeed heard of the strange work of
M. Mesmer and his remarkable discovery. "I have learned the
similar procedure you have just witnessed from Jo Lin," she
continued. "As is usually the case, the oriental world has
known of the process for many thousands of years. Our Allison
is now under the influence of that procedure." I looked at the
girl, standing motionless now, seemingly oblivious to what was
happening around her. "The important aspect of the process,
Thomas," continued Mlle. T., taking my arm and drawing me
closer to the entranced young girl, " is that, while the doors
unto Allison's subconscious mind are now open, and therefore
Allison herself is now open to any suggestion we might make to
her, we can cause her to do nothing whatsoever that she would
not ordinarily, in her nature, be inclined to do. We cannot
force her to behave in any way that is inconsistent with her
own inner nature. Do you see?" I did see. Mlle. T. went on
to explain that all that had been pierced by the mesmerisation
process were Allison's outward defences. The unnatural
restraints, by which the young girl held her natural self in
bondage, could now be temporarily overcome. Under her
Mistress's suggestion now, Allison would behave just as she
would naturally be inclined to do if it were not for those
unnatural and, therefore, false and unhealthy, restraints that
kept the girl thus enslaved, a slave to her own unhealthy
inhibitions. Mlle. T. turned once gain to her subject,
standing close by her ear to whisper low. "Now, Allison, my
dear. Can you hear me?" The girl murmured indistinctly, as if
in sleep. "Louder, Allison. We cannot hear you."
"Yes, Mistress." The voice was audible now, though still
small.
"Allison," said Mlle. T. "I wish to ask you a question.
But first, I want you to open your eyes." The girl did so,
her eyes appearing to stare straight ahead without seeing
anything at all. "Do you see your two sisters, here?" asked
Mlle. T., gesturing towards the two young blondes. Allison's
eyes seemed to focus, now, her gaze directed at the two fair
beauties across the room.
"Yes, Mistress," said the girl, without hesitation.
"Do you think they are beautiful, Allison?" the woman
asked.
"Yes, Mistress," answered Allison, again without pause.
"Do you find them exciting to look upon?" Allison tilted
her head to one side, as if considering the question.
"Yes," she decided, and said so succinctly. There was
nothing whatsoever remaining of the girl's former reticence at
such intimate questioning. As Mlle. T. had predicted, now
that Allison's inhibitions had been magically removed through
the miracle of mesmerism, the girl's deepest, most private
natural impressions and inclinations were now entirely open to
our examination.
"Now, Allison," said Mlle. T., lowering her mouth to
whisper more closely into the girl's ear. "I want to ask you
another question." I sensed that a moment of crisis, or truth,
had come, as I heard Mlle. T. whisper, "Would you like to make
love to these two, Allison? Would you like to hold them, and
lick them, and cause them to spend into your adoring little
mouth?"
Allison's breathing seemed to grow instantly deeper, more
laboured, but it was not the excitation of fear and
apprehension such remarks had instilled in the girl a moment
or two earlier when her Mistress had posed her the very same
question. No, this time Allison's small breast was rising and
falling with an excitement she had denied herself until now,
excitement at the thought of making love to one of her own
sex. Again, the dark-haired girl's answer came instantly,
though breathlessly, as I have said. "Yes," the girl
whispered.
Mlle. T. smiled with evident satisfaction. "Then you shall,
my dear. By all means, you shall." She motioned to the two
naked blondes, who moved at their Mistress's bidding to seat
themselves, side by side, upon the long edge of the oaken
dining table before the three of us. Their knees parted
without instruction, and I gazed, I must admit, somewhat
lustily at closely trimmed fur of bright gold which crowned
the summit of each girl's pink nether lips as they revealed
them before us. Mlle. T. moved behind Allison, and pressed the
girl downward into a kneeling position before her two seated
sisters.
Again, the Mistress spoke whisperingly into the young girl's
ear. "Now, Allison, my dear. You know what to do. You can
easily please another girl as you would go about pleasing
yourself. The playful caresses you bestow upon your own pink
loveliness each night beneath your bed sheets can be employed
upon these, your sisters. You know what these sensations are,
and you know how to achieve them. Simply follow your
instincts and you cannot go astray."
Mlle. T. moved back from the kneeling girl, nodded to the
seated young women, and then said, simply, "You may begin."
Young Allison dove instantly forward between the parted thighs
of the girl seated to her left, as quickly as if she had been
propelled there! I saw her sweet young tongue dart from
between her parted lips in the second before her open mouth
plunged down upon the seated girl's pink vulva, engulfing the
whole in an almost frantic, deep kiss! The blonde being so
attended to arched her strong back, her spine actually
creaking under the stretching strain of what the worshipping
girl was causing her to feel.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" The seated girl sighed, her head thrown
back, and a smile of delight spreading like sunshine over her
exquisite face. Next to her, the second blonde gazed upon her
sister's pleasure with calm approval, serene in the knowledge
that her own pleasure would come soon enough. Audible slurping
and sucking sounds came to us all from beneath Allison's bowed
young face, her head turning slightly to the left or to the
right with quick movements, like a small bear, burrowing for
honey within the hollow mouth of a cone-laden tree, eager not
to miss a single stray drop. It was not long before the ripe
melons upon the chest of the young blonde began to heave with
the approach of her crisis. Ecstatic gasps swelled into
small, high, up-turning cries of joy, as the young woman
reached her critical moment.
"Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" the golden-haired girl screamed out
at last, as her young body began to shiver and quake in her
tremendous orgasm. Allison obviously noted her first subject's
time had for the moment passed, for now she shifted, knee-
walking to the right in order to provide the same tender
services for the second blonde-haired beauty, as the first sat
absently petting her well-attended slit, eyes closed in
peaceful post-orgasmic bliss. The adoration of Allison's
second conquest of the evening was completed even more quickly
than the first. Obviously, the girl, while already having in
her possession a precocious natural ability at such things -
as, Mlle. T. assured me, all young females possess - she had
developed even greater proficiency with the small degree of
experience she was now accruing. The girl learned quickly,
and there was even a hint of panic in the wild response of the
second young blonde as Allison brought her home, kicking and
screaming, into orgasm. There were even a few tears sparkling
there in the wide, deep blue eyes, as the gratefully welcomed
contractions went on and on, threatening, perhaps, never to
stop.
The evening was far from over, for Mlle. T. instructed
Allison once again into the sexual breech of the first seated
young woman. And then, having delved deeply there and found
yet another, stronger, orgasmic response, Allison returned to
the second pretty pink mouth proffered, until, at length, the
two fortunate young women had spent their pleasure upon the
tongue of their younger sister a full dozen times, and lay
upon their backs along the table, exhausted and begging for a
much-needed respite. And throughout all, the trance that still
lay upon the dark-haired Allison remained unbroken, the girl
unaware in her conscious mind of what long-withheld fantasies
she was playing out here for her Mistress's observance, and my
education, as well.
