The Classic Olivia M. Ravensworth

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

Katherine woke in the morning to the sight of the two chambermaids, Marie and Celeste, looking down into her face. “Good morning, Mademoiselle Katherine,” they chorused sweetly. Their French accent was beautiful, almost seductive in the way their pretty lips seemed to caress the vowels. It made them seem worldly and sophisticated…and yet somehow vulnerable at the same time, too. Sensing it subconsciously, Katherine suddenly wanted to protect these dear servants of hers, even though they were probably no younger—or less capable of looking out for themselves—than Katherine herself. And yet the strange feeling also made her wonder.

One of the girls—Celeste, Katherine remembered, the one with the faint scar on her left cheek—smiled faintly. Had they wakened her—or had they simply been standing there, staring?

Belatedly she pulled the covers up around her neck. She had slept soundly after having m*********d herself to sleep the night before, and she had not changed into her pajamas or even taken off her clothing. Her soiled clothes were exactly as she had left them, white cotton blouse unbuttoned, bra straps off her rounded shoulders and cups below her bare breasts…jeans unzipped and half off, panties stiff with dried lubrication.

Katherine’s nose crinkled self-consciously. She could smell herself, she realized, a strong musky scent. Surely the other girls could smell it, too. She blushed fiercely.

“Time to get up now, Mademoiselle Katherine.” Marie pulled back the blankets to reveal Katherine’s rumpled clothes and half-naked body. Katherine sat up awkwardly, trying to cover herself somehow, but Marie seemed to find nothing amiss. The girl’s dark eyes swept Katherine’s nude flesh matter-of-factly, then looked away politely.

Celeste smiled again, ever so faintly, and handed Katherine a big, soft robe of rose-colored terry cloth. She watched disinterested as Katherine stepped quickly into it. “I have prepared your bath, mademoiselle.”

“Uh, thank you, Celeste,” she managed, wrapping the robe around her exposed body. A great silky K was embroidered upon the garment’s left breast in elegant cursive. The tie which nestled about her slim waist was detailed most delicately along its edges with a rosebud motif, and for a moment she ran the feminine, almost-Braille like needlework between her appreciative fingertips and thumb. How touching, Katherine thought, that the castle staff had spared no effort to help make her feel at home.

Marie saw her and smiled. “Inge is a most accomplished seamstress, no?”

“It’s lovely,” said Katherine. Then she wriggled her hips out of the jeans and musky panties and headed uncertainly toward the adjoining bathroom. The two girls busied themselves changing her bed, and she shut the door self-consciously.

After she had used the toilet and brushed her teeth, Katherine slipped gingerly into the great claw-footed bathtub. This was no mass-produced modern plastic device, but a veritable pool constructed of cast iron and covered with gleaming porcelain. It was longer and wider than any other tub she had ever seen, and consequently more comfortable.

The water was warm and deep. She had just settled in when, to her great surprise, the door opened and Marie and Celeste stepped in quietly. Her hands flew reflexively to her breasts, sending water splashing all about. She tried to say something, but Marie anticipated her.

“Why, mademoiselle,” the pretty girl said disarmingly, “this is but one of our duties.”

“Yes, mademoiselle,” her sister agreed. “There is no need for the mistress of Castle Rohmenstadt to worry herself about such as this.” Celeste’s slim white hand indicated the tub. “We shall take care of your needs, no?”

Katherine bit her lip uncertainly.

“Here, now. I will scrub your back.” Marie removed the back brush from its hook and wet and soaped it. Before Katherine could even think to protest, Marie began scrubbing the brush gently across Katherine’s back, from her shoulders down to her hips, opening the pores, stimulating the skin. Soon she began to use her hands also, wet palms rubbing out a tightened muscle, nails scratching deliciously beneath Katherine’s shoulder blades. Katherine had to admit to herself that it did feel good.

She knew she should be embarrassed to have someone see her like this, to have them help her with her bath…but the situation really was harmless enough. It was only the two girls. They were her servants, after all, and apparently this was their job. And they were as calm and polite as could be. She tried to ignore them.

Celeste dropped wordlessly to her knees at the front of the bathtub. She favored Katherine with a reassuring smile as she slipped her pale hands, her slim wrists, her smooth-muscled forearms into the water. She found the soap and began bathing Katherine’s feet.

At first it tickled, and Katherine could not help squirming. Yet as her embarrassment gradually ebbed away, the gentle pressure of Celeste’s hands began to soothe her. Katherine found herself relaxing, accepting the deft fingers which now stroked and massaged the sensitive bottoms of her feet, her tingling toes, her ankles and calves. Sighing, she let her half-lidded eyes slide closed. She leaned back, luxuriating in the liquid warmth of the antique bathtub.

Then Marie began to wash her hair, tapering white fingers twining sensuously in rich auburn tresses. Eyes contentedly closed, Katherine gave herself up to the cleansing caresses of the beautiful duo. Marie’s hands worked at her scalp, her neck and shoulders, while Celeste diligently stroked her soapy feet, her rounded calves, her knees…even higher.

“Mmm…” Katherine murmured. “Very nice…”

“Thank you, mademoiselle,” Marie whispered, softly, her full lips so close that her warm breath tickled Katherine’s earlobe. “You see, we do know just how to take care of our mistress.”

“Yes…” Katherine sighed.

Katherine floated serenely, sightless, only half-aware of the girlish hands which laved her naked body so gently. She reveled silently while her faithful servants soothed her tired muscles, stroked her silken skin unabashedly. Their smooth hands explored her ready flesh slowly.

Hands worked at her back and shoulders, her neck and collarbones. She scarcely seemed to notice as those careful, bathing hands cupped and released her buoyant young breasts tenderly. But what she did notice made her shiver. She tried not to think about it, for if she had not known better, she almost would have imagined that those unseen hands— But, no, that could not be.

Her stiffening n*****s were rolled casually between soap-slicked thumbs and forefingers. The sensation was delicious, and as cloyingly familiar as the scent of her own body beneath the covers at night. Yet somehow everything seemed remote and dreamlike, as if it were happening to someone else entirely. Nothing made any sense.

But it felt so comfortable, so natural. Her mind wandered. She felt good, all over.

Hands glided over her calves, the sensitive skin behind her trembling knees, her loosening thighs. Competent fingers stroked her slim waist and swelling hips, massaged the flesh of her rounded buttocks. Her breath coming slow and deep, Katherine felt loving hands scrubbing her fluttering belly.

Her breasts felt strange—distant and yet so full and warm—as fingernails scratched relentlessly through her tangled pubic bush. Soft digits worked out snarls, thoroughly washed the fur and massaged the skin underneath. The caresses seemed to work deep into her body.

Then those disembodied fingers drifted unconcernedly down. They glided across tender open thighs, brushed faintly against lips which quivered at their touch.

Of its own volition, Katherine’s back arched as she floated there unashamedly in the rich darkness, and her secret places seemed to rise up toward the exploring hands. Innocent fingertips continued, silently. They played gently across open pink flesh, her lightly furred lips parted instinctively to expose a pulsing button that longed for attention. Katherine floated, eyes closed, mind contentedly adrift.

Katherine’s breath came faster as loving caresses seemed to cover her whole body. Her young breasts were aflame, and her sensitive ears and throat tingled to soft wet pressures whose source she neither knew nor cared. Her hips churned slowly.

And all the while the very core of her womanhood trembled with sensations she had never before experienced in the presence of another. She could not acknowledge the source of the subtly familiar feelings, could not understand. She could only dimly realize that they felt good…very good.

Despite the readiness of her healthy young body, still her mind hesitated. Katherine knew not why, for her brain seemed incapable of forming any rational thought. For awhile she muddled along, attempting to think without words, forgetting what she was trying to debate in the first place. And all the while those underlying sensations spread.

Slowly, slowly her pleasure intensified. From their coiled nest somewhere beneath her taut belly, those secret joys began to ripple up and down her spasming nerves. Suddenly she felt she was falling, but it was a welcome fall into a nirvana of indescribably pure and satisfying sensations, and she fell with a joyous innocence. The feelings reverberated through her trembling limbs, glowing red at the base of her brain, pulsing at the very core of her being. Gradually they grew to become a pleasure so exquisitely torturous that soon she was gasping in uncontrollable delight.

She writhed ecstatically in the liquid darkness, eyes tightly closed, on and on, wave after wave of the most intense sensations filling her helpless body, shaking her…until, breathless and spent, she lay back exhausted. She floated there, gloriously fulfilled. Her orgasm died away slowly.

Gradually Katherine realized the shocking enormity of what had happened. She hid behind her closed eyelids, so hideously embarrassed that she had no idea of what to do next. Her beautiful flush of pleasure became the burning blush of shame. What could she possibly say? How could she dare to open her eyes?

Never, never had anyone touched her like that – no one, neither boy nor girl. Her fertile imagination had often led her to dream of shameless debaucheries, and perhaps once or twice she even had dallied with wicked fantasies of lesbian s*x. Yet to have actually allowed such things to be done to herself was unthinkable. How could she ever look her chambermaids in the face again, after what had happened—after what they had done to her? Finally, she mustered up the courage to force her heavy-lidded eyes open.

Katherine looked around uncertainly, but the sensuous dark-eyed duo acted as though nothing unusual had happened. Marie pulled the thick rubber plug from the brass drain between Katherine’s feet, and Celeste held out a large towel. “A good bath, no?” Marie asked.

Her face hot, Katherine hesitantly stood and stepped her nude young body out into the towel Celeste offered. “Yes,” she said quietly. “Thank you.”

“Oh, mademoiselle,” Celeste exclaimed with a smile, “think nothing of it! It is what we love to do.”

They walked back into the bedroom. The maids dried and dressed her imperturbably while she stood in silence, nerves jangling in panic and confusion. She hardly even noticed what the girls did.

“Thank you,” Katherine murmured, and they left.

Her chest felt tight as she tried to breathe. Suddenly the room was too small. The polished antique furniture looked dark and brooding, somehow oppressive. The intricately patterned red wallpaper, which had seemed so quaint and cozy the previous night, was now cloyingly repugnant. Nothing looked right. Try as she might to relax, everything reminded her of—

She had to get out. Heart hammering wildly beneath her breasts, she ran out of the door and through the hall and went breathlessly down the wide curving staircase three steps at a time.

Vaclav was coming out of the broad double doorway between the stairs as she reached the bottom. “May I help you, miss?” he asked blandly.

“Uh, no—thank you,” she gasped, stopping. Her face felt hot. “I—I just feel like a walk.”

“Very well, miss,” the butler replied. “I shall have Inge postpone breakfast until after you return.”

“Thank you, Vaclav.” Somewhat more composed, Katherine headed for the door. Vaclav slipped ahead of her unobtrusively and opened the great mass of weathered oak with a bow. And she stepped out onto the manicured lawn.

The lightening sky overhead shone a rich azure, strung with soft wisps of cloud orange-tinted by the rising sun. A slight fog had already begun to burn off. Beyond the grass lay the extensive gardens which she barely had had a chance to glimpse the previous evening. Richly colored with wildly varying types of shrubs and flowers, the gardens looked as if they might circle the castle. Katherine could not imagine how much time it would take Gregor to maintain such a splendid display. Behind towered the proud, centuries-old evergreens of the great forest.