The Demon's Angel

Chapter 8

As I lay staring at the opulent swag that adorns the four poster bed in my new room, my heart continued to race.

In truth, I had no reason to feel afraid, no reason to run. I had been treated well so far. But my entire body thrumed with pent up apprehension nonetheless.

A small knock sounded at my door causing me to startle back to the present.

"Enter!" I called as my voice echoed around the empty room.

A small white-blonde woman appeared in the door. Her body was so petite she looked almost child-like save for the clear swell of her breast and roundess of her hips. Her hair long down her back and held in a braid that stopped just at the curve of her behind. I watched her eyes catch the sun through the window and twinkle with an aqua green.

With a hint of a smile and a bow of her head she moved to the bed.

"Miss, I have been instructed to prepare you for this evening." She hadn't yet met my eye and her voice tinkled like a chime.

Thrown by her strange otherworldly voice and tiny stature, I merely nodded my ascent.

"Please stand Miss."

The apprehension I felt ratcheted up a notch as I stood from the bed. Once again the fabric of my new clothing moved over my skin creating a friction that perked my n*****s elicitng an involuntary shiver.

Without another word the woman moved over to the small wash bowl and jug sitting on the sideboard, whilst also retrieving a white package from the drawer.

Once she returned to me she knelt at my feet placing the items by her side with care. Her face rose to mine and she locked eyes with me for the first time.

"Please remove your garments Miss."

I look down at the girl in abject horror. Is it not enough that I am subjected to the humiliation of wandering around in naught but a slip of fabric?! My face grew hot in indignation.

"No! I will not! Where is your Master?" I demand loudly.

"Miss, if I bring the Master, I am certain he will do this himself. Whilst it would be a great honor, I am certain you are not ready for that by your current behaviour."

I let out a huff. Not only do I not want him to see me undressed, I also realised the thought of him performing some task on me is terrifying. Yet somehow, a shiver shot down my spine and settled in my core.

I resolved myself to the fact that I had willingly come here to escape my uncle and I pulled the sheer fabric over my head.

I stood still as I realise the woman's face is now level with my pubic region and my cheeks burned hot. So hot I felt I may combust.

Her delicate face rewarded me with a beaming smile and she nodded knowingly.

Before I could ask her what she was going to do, she removed a razor from her apron pocket.

A cloth was brought up to the soft curls between my thighs and once they were darkened with water, she opened the small white package and began to lather me with a white soap.

I let out a gasp as her hand slid over my nether lips. I began to make sounds of indignation and protest but she deftly slid her delicate hand between my thighs and I parted them in reflex.

The feel of her soft skin lubricated with soap over my most sensetive area caused me to pull in a sharp breath.

I looked down at her then and noted her focus on the task at hand. She moved with the confidence and dispassion of a surgeon. The razor came up to meet my skin and she used her free hand to add tension.

I dare not speak or move for fear she sliced my intimate parts. Yet some how the delicate and sure actions mixed with the tugging of my mound caused an unwelcome fire to ignite between my legs.

As she worked down methodically, she reached the apex of my thighs.

" Please lie back Miss."

I didn't move, but she rose to meet me and gently pushed me down to the bed. Before I could get my brain to function and make a last ditch protest, she had lifted my legs to sit my heels on the edge of the bed and I could feel the cold air hit my exposed core.

I raised an arm to cover my face and tried to detach my mind from my body.

She moved back to kneel between my legs and I felt the cold edge of the razor meet my lips. I was utterly still, too scared to even breath.

After only a few seconds, that felts like hours, I jerked as the wet cloth rubbed over me again washing the suds away. I felt a pressure over the front of my lips and my wanton body let out a small wail.

I tries to sit up, but before I could, I felt fingers touch my lips causing me to tremble in anticipation.

My lips were parted by small fingers and without warning a digit presses into my opening.

I let out a squeel and again struggled to sit, but before I could right myself, the finger slid in further and a hand pressed my belly to the bed.

She ran her finger round my opening and I let out the air I did not realise I had held in my lungs. There wasn't any pain but I squirmed nonetheless.

"You are a virgin." The girl stated plainly.

I opened my mouth to rage that she could have just asked as I am a woman of virtue. But then, I remember I had signed my life away and I was now lying legs akimbo with an unknown woman's finger in my most intimate place. My protests felt feeble.

I just nodded.

"You are wet Miss, this is a good thing as you will find it easier. There is no need to be ashamed." She looked at me over my now smooth pubic bone and I could swear my face had turned the colour of smelt metal in a furnace.

Her finger moved around again and I let out a small sigh.

"Would you like me to help you finish Miss? I'm sure it would please the Master."

"Erh, finish what? What do you mean?" I stuttered.

Without answer, she curved her finger up inside me and rubbed a small spot there whilst also taking the fore finger and thumb of her other hand and pinching the bundle of nerves above my opening.

As though an electric shock had jolted through me, my hips bucked off the bed and I let out a gasp.

"NO!" I yelled as I sat up, impailing myself further onto her hand as I went.

She just smiled again. "OK Miss, if you are sure." She removed her finger then, and I felt an emptiness which caused my internal muscles to clench. "If I may Miss, there is a book in your bedside drawer, I would advise you to read it before tomorrow night."

"What is tomorrow night?!" I enquired in a breathy voice I hardly recognised.

The woman chuckled, "Why a party of course." and with that, she picked up the bowl and left the room.

I slowly rose to my feet, my thighs shaking and I walked around the bed, opening the drawer. Inside I found a beautiful leather bound book. Confusion washed over me. Was that all a test? I have read the bible, I know what just happened is a sin, I am surely to go to hell for taking pleasure in a woman's fingers.

I opened the bible and considered that it was appropriate for me to repent.

Thr book fell open at a random page and immediately I was confronted with a picture of a woman curled up backwards like an upturend porcupine, her bottom in the air. Her core was exposed and a man, standing astride her body, was pictured putting his member into her. It was as though he was dangling his rod into the mouth of a hungry fish. At that thought, I immediately dropped the book to the bed.

Is this what I had run to? Am I to be a w***e I wondered. I sobbed in the silent room until I slept.