Other Institutions: Chateau Noir: Chapter 12

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.

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