CHAPTER NINE
NIGHT OBSERVATIONS
Not many nights later, Mlle. T. once again invited me into the
"observation corridor" of the Chateau Noir, in order to view
again a few of her charges in their most private moments. It
was late in the evening as it happened, just an hour or so
before midnight. Mlle. T. again lit our way along the dark
corridor with a single lighted candle held aloft before us.
This time it was a completely different range of hallways
into which the Mistress drew me. Black velvet tapestries
lined the walls of the narrow passage as before, and similar
material covered the oaken floorboards, the combination
serving to insulate the rooms the corridor followed from any
sound that we, the hidden observers, might make. Here the
same large, gold framed "windows" - the Chateau's ingenious
two-way mirrors - looked in on chambers within the building
that I had not heretofore seen or visited.
"This is our Bathing Chamber," said Mlle. T., again as
before, assuming the role of tour guide. "I believe we have
arrived too late for our Ariel's bath, but no matter, we will
see her again later on."
I looked to the Mistress for further explanation, but her
perfunctory nod, directing my gaze back towards the window,
silenced any inquiry.
Indeed, we did seemed to have missed seeing young Ariel
at her bath. The raven-curled sixteen-year-old was already
stepping from a large, deep, rock-lined pool of steamy,
bubbling water, which had been constructed below the level of
the floor of the large room.
This waters of this bathing chamber were heated to a
comfortably fevered temperature, I was told, my a natural
underground spring, the sultry twin of that cool-water spring
which the resourceful Alex had employed to drive his water-
clock.
"The temperature of this spring is quite hot throughout the
year," said Mlle. T. "The soothing heat and natural
effervescence of the water is quite therapeutic."
The girls at the Chateau were bathed here once each day, the
newer girls, like Ariel, at the attentive hands of some of the
older students.
Having stepped from the bubbling water, this same Ariel
now stood nakedly exposed before our hidden eyes in all her
tantalising young beauty. She could have been some delicate
young faun, pausing by a misty, still pond, caught by
moonlight and captured upon canvas by one of our more Romantic
painters, her skin all aglow from the warm light of the many
candles which illuminated the room.
Ariel's enticing nakedness was quickly concealed from our
view by huge towels wielded by two of Mlle. T.'s older girls
dressed in the customary brief, white silk tunics. The hands
of these two busied themselves vigorously in rubbing the soft,
heat-moistened flesh of their younger sister until she flushed
and glowed even warmer in the candlelight.
A third attendant approached as the drying of the girl
was completed, this girl baring a tray that held several
crystal jars of various interesting and exotic shapes. The
towels were now withdrawn from the Ariel's form, revealing
her, naked once again, before our welcoming eyes. The first
two attendants assisted the younger girl from a standing
position into a bending stance across the back of a wooden
chair which stood nearby.
Bent low at the waist and facing away from our viewing
window, Ariel unknowingly presented to us her bare backside
and the delicious secrets for the moment concealed between the
apple cheeks of that fine, taut bottom.
Firm, feminine hands drew the girl's knees gently apart.
What a glorious sight was then revealed! A small, narrow-
lined slit of pink, nestled within the dividing crevice of her
up-turned behind, crowned by the tiny aperture of her girlish
nether hole. Tiny curls of darkness, glistening with moisture
where the fluffy towels had failed to venture, surrounded this
garden of delight, making the sight a pure tantalisation of
the senses.
From the corner of my eye, I noticed Mlle. T. quietly
observing my reactions, and I struggled silently to maintain
at least an appearance of propriety under the stimulation of
what I was observing.
I should perhaps mention here that my senses by this
time, but a few short days into my first visit at the Chateau
Noir, had indeed been undergoing a gradual quickening unlike
any I had known in my life previously. True, I had at my
young age experienced the normal urges and desires of my sex,
the secret, midnight yearnings toward release that all young
men know and grapple with daily.
But now, as each day, as each hour, at the Chateau Noir
passed slowly by, I felt these dark desires and impulses from
the erotic side of my nature slowly growing, as if with each
new sight and sensation the Chateau presented before my view
a seed had been planted, and the vegetation now sprouting up
from that fertilisation was being carefully tended and
cultivated by the dark spirit of Chateau itself.
I focused my gaze more intently upon the activities
beyond the mirrored glass before me, trying to suppress any
outward show of the emotions I was experiencing.
The two attendants were now engaged in perfuming the
secret flowers of young Ariel's exposed backside. Thin glass
wands were withdrawn from two of the oddly shaped crystal
vessels, one containing a fluid of dark red and the other a
light, golden amber. The girl seemed to start and tremble at
the first touch of the small glass rods to her bare flesh.
The two older girls murmured calming reassurances as the glass
traced thin lines of perfumed wetness along the pinkness of
the girl's young sex, the lips of which seemed to contract
under the cold sting, this, I assumed, from the alcohol
contained in the exotic mixtures.
I thought I heard a slight whimper of discomfort from
Ariel, as one of the glass rods entered presumptuously into
the area of her tiny nether hole. The attendant applying the
perfume to this area seemed to hesitate there, as if reluctant
to withdraw to other, less forbidden precincts, the tip of the
glass wand tracing wetly all around the tight opening, and
then, just as I expected it to move away as the entire area
surrounding the little aperture had been thoroughly wetted by
the perfume, the attendant's wrist suddenly moved to send the
tip of the glass applicator fully two inches into the channel
of that aperture.
Ariel gasped loudly at the unexpected intrusion, nearly
bucking up from her trembling stance over the chair. The
third female attendant had, however, a few moments before set
down her tray of crystal jars, and had positioned herself to
quickly catch the younger girl about the waist and hold her
firmly should just such a reaction take place. This young
woman strongly wrestled the younger girl against the chair
back, holding her with strong arms until the undoubtedly
intense internal burning of the perfume had somewhat subsided.
The two perfuming attendants continued with their duties
undaunted, until their work was complete. The glass wands
were withdrawn, including the one that had been slipped up
Ariel's young backside. I confess I was somewhat disappointed
that one of the rods had not ventured into the channel of the
girl's sex as well, but it was apparently not to be. My
lascivious and voyeuristic desires were soon to be gratified
in a nearly similar manner, however, as Ariel's position was
now rearranged upon the smooth wooden chair.
A moment later, Ariel was seated upon the chair she had
been bent across. One of her attendants stood behind the
chair back, while the remaining two knelt between Ariel's
widely splayed thighs. Apparently the young girl was now to
be rewarded for her patience and endurance, for the two
crouching young women began to offer gentle caresses to the
smooth flesh of the girl's inner thighs, while their sister
above commenced to soothingly massage Ariel's graceful neck
and shoulders.
Ariel's sweet eyes fluttered closed as the combined
caresses began to relax her. Her shoulder muscles became
slack, warm clay to the student sculpting her from above. But
Ariel's relaxation became altered somewhat as the caresses
from below ventured ever closer to the apex of her coltish
thighs. The gentle, feminine fingers stroked along these
delicate inner surfaces, in and back, in and back, sliding
with each inward, tickling stroke nearer and still nearer to
the pink flower that lay waiting. The soft, pink petals of
that young flower had now become slightly swollen in delicious
anticipation of what was to come, and when the fingers at last
reached their destination, the girl erupted in her sat with an
instantaneous climax that wetted the faces of both kneeling
attendants.
"Aghhhhhhhhh!" The kneeling pair welcomed the warm rain
of their subject's orgasmic response quite eagerly, and dipped
forward their heads to offer duel tongues to the source of
that sweet stream of moisture.
Ariel felt the attack of the twin tongues and again
bucked upwards powerfully in the chair, but the firm hands of
the attendant above quickly restrained her with a gentle
downward pressure upon the girl's shoulders, forcing Ariel to
keep her seat and endure the fierce onslaught of her pleasure.
"Ghuhhh... Haaaaaaaaaaaa!" Female fingers now joined
female tongues as the two attendants attempted skilfully to
prolong the pleasures their younger sister was experiencing.
For some minutes the orgasmic surges within Ariel's small
frame rolled on, and still onwards. The girl seemed capable
of climbing the very walls in her explosive excitement, had
she not been adequately restrained by her sister above. Her
eyes flashed open widely again and again, only to clench
violently shut as each successive wave of intense pleasure
came crashing over her young body.
There was a virtual lake between the legs of the young
girl now, and the two kneeling attendants seemed to struggle
valiantly to catch every renewed spurt at its source, not
wanting to miss an ounce of the precious fluid.
Another series of sharp cries.
Again and again, did the seated young girl writhe up in her
seat to cry out with another, and yet another peak of girlish
passion, until it seemed that such a small body could not
possibly contain such pleasure. It must have been so, for
with one, final upward surge, which forced the young girl
nearly from the restraining grip of her attendant above, Ariel
was suddenly convulsed and racked with a quaking and inward
churning surpassing all those that had gone before. She
strained and stretched upwards into a near standing position
above the chair, her two kneeling sisters rising along with
her in order to maintain their teasing contact within the
valley of the girl's sex. There was one, final, heart-rending
shriek.
A screaming wail of heart-breaking note and intensity.
The cry trailed off after several long seconds, coming to a
end in a soft, tearful whine, as Ariel fell back into her
chair, her overwrought young body collapsing into
unconsciousness.
We watched, Mlle. T. and I, as the insensible Ariel was
carried from the steam-shrouded bathing room by her three
attendants.
"Young Ariel's night of pleasure has just begun," said Mlle.
T., again watching my now breathless excitement at what I had
just witnessed. She turned away, however, before I could meet
her glance. "Her three sisters students will pleasure her
again in her own chamber. So intense and exhausting will be
her lesbian delights this night that ammonia will be used on
more than one occasion to bring her up from unconsciousness.
I have given strict orders that between now and midnight, our
Ariel is to have to respite whatsoever.
"For you see," said Mlle. T., this time meeting my
inquisitive gaze, "this is to be young Ariel's final night of
passion, at least of the passions she has heretofore known:
the pleasures of other girls and the more secret delights of
her own fingers between her legs. Tomorrow, all those
familiar pleasures will be beyond her. As you will see, come
midnight."
My eyes displayed my complete lack of comprehension.
"You will recall that I said our Ariel had passions that must
be curbed?" said Mlle. T. "That Ariel has been destined to
become the companion of a certain individual, an Arab
gentleman, who insists that she be open to the sexual
enjoyment of men only, and so not inclined to the pleasures of
other girls or of herself even, through solitary
masturbation?"
I nodded, remembering. "Well, tonight, Thomas," she
continued, "you will witness the curbing of those passions in
our Ariel forever. After tonight, only a man will be able to
please her, and only in a certain very specific way."
Of course, I did not understand. But I knew by now not
to inquire of Mlle. T. what she would not willingly reveal.
The Mistress of the Chateau Noir would not be rushed.
I checked my watch. Midnight was but an hour away.
