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My Delicious Lesbian Slave
(Author Unknown)

Chapter One



I was jolted awake by the train pulling out of the station. The abrupt start was enough. I sat up in time to catch the name on the platform.

   "Damn! I missed my stop." I took out the map in my pocket. Wow! We're already on the border of Rebinia. The next stop was Nov? Ville, across the border.

   I'd have to pay for a train back and make my transfer to Hungary, and it would put me back a day, but I wasn't too worried. I had been going to Budapest to review some smaller hotels. If I could write anything, that would cover the entire trip.

   You see, I loved to go places, and the very best part of traveling was that I get paid to do it. I had a job with a major travel magazine so I'd traveled quite a lot, much of the time alone. I visited new hotels or popular sites and reviewed them for the magazine, or I visited little-known places and made them popular. It felt like quite a responsibility. I could make or break a vacation destination or help a small family business.

   When I reviewed a place, it was always a big deal. My by-line, "as reviewed by Katherine P. Lowe," brought a lot of prestige to a place. I'd been told that people really believed what I wrote and planned or rearranged entire vacations because of it. Of course, it made me feel pretty special, too, but I had to keep reminding myself to not get a big head about it. I had to be direct and honest. It was a responsibility I couldn't forget. If I wasn't reviewing someplace, surely someone else would?eventually.

   I would write off the Verona to Budapest part of this trip this time. I'd been in Verona with my three best friends, Paula, Judy, and Amy. We had met in college, the University of Washington, and had bonded when we realized that we were all lesbians. We made it a habit to travel together at least once each year.

   Now my friends were going to Greece, and I was headed to Budapest and Krakow.

   "Are you sure you don't want to come with us?" Amy had asked me last night as I was packing. She was the unofficial leader of our group, basically cooler than the rest of us, and had opinions about a lot of things. If none of us had a specific need or want, we let Amy decide.

   "I've never been to Austria, Hungary, or Poland," I said. "I have visas for all of them. We know so little about the smaller hotels."

   "You don't speak the languages, do you?"

   "I know enough German to get by. I have my electronic translator, and I've got dictionaries. Besides, someone's always willing to help. It's a great way to meet people and make new friends." I'd made many friends along the way, some I still corresponded with but most not. It was one of the perks and also a hazard of traveling as much as I did.

   "You're more adventurous than I am," Amy said. "I'd never travel alone in a strange country."

   "Why? You're cute. A lot of people would help you."

   Amy laughed. She was tallish, five-foot-six, and her light brown hair was in a pixie cut. "You like talking to strangers. And you have one of those faces that says safe. You'll probably meet some cute little native."

   I was only five-four with short dark brown hair. I chuckled. "Well, that's always a possibility. I'm very?friendly."

   "Uh-huh. Friendly is not the word I would have chosen," she said with a sardonic smile.

   I flirted a lot, but I was too uncertain of myself to make a move on some woman who lived a thousand miles away. Yes, I'd learned that with Hannah.

   We both laughed. "Well, I wish you were coming with us." She gave me a quick hug.

   "I'll meet you in Amsterdam in three weeks."

   She sighed. "All right."

   "If I've been delayed, I'll call." I turned back to where I was loading my suitcase.

   "Let's have a few drinks before you go."

   That was my first mistake.

   The train ride through Austria had started beautifully, the scenery spectacular, through the rolling countryside with the Alps in the distance. I'd been wanting to visit Austria ever since I'd seen The Sound of Music for the sixth time and reviewed the Trapp Family Lodge in Stowe, Vermont.

   Oh yes, Stowe, Vermont. I hadn't thought of her recently. No, I hadn't allowed myself to think of her: Hannah, the one flirtation I regretted. Not that I shouldn't have flirted, but that I hadn't been able to stop it once I started. We'd been inseparable for a month, and then, well, neither of us came away unscathed. I sometimes wondered what would have happened, where I would be now, if I had stayed.

   I'd been doing my reviews for a little over a year when I was sent to review the Trapp Family Lodge in Stowe, Vermont. The week had started wonderfully. The rooms were unbelievably beautiful, the food superior, and the service exceptional. It wouldn't be hard to give it five stars.

   I was stunned when I saw their menu. It was predominantly German, with wiener schnitzel, bratwurst, and spatzle, which I had expected, but they had local flavors, too: maple glazed quail and river trout. The wine list was over the top. They advertised more wines than most places. They even offered a bottle of Chateau Mouton Rothschild for fourteen hundred dollars. They had their own wines and a wide assortment of beers. Yes, it was expensive, but not more than the usual big resorts. I dined on some of the best my first night there, the next lunch and for breakfast on the third day.

   Then I ordered room service.

   The waitress who delivered my meal was the most beautiful woman I'd seen in ages. She had long, dirty-blond hair, braided and curled up on her head, and the most enthralling accent I'd ever heard. She was slightly taller than me, and her shoulders and hips were wide and feminine in the scrumptious way that curves are, and her bearing was overwhelming. It was then that I decided I needed to brush up on my German.

   I'd flirted with staff before, but this one flirted back, and I fell right into her web.

   "I'm Hannah, your server." She took the dishes off the serving tray and arranged them perfectly on the table in my room. "Would you like me to open your wine?"

   "Yes, that would be great."

   She deftly uncorked the bottle and poured a bit into my glass. I did the whole taste-testing thing, and she filled my glass.

   "Are you enjoying your stay?" she began, and we were off on a long conversation about the lodge and why I was there while I ate.

   "And so, you're out of here on Monday?"

   "Yes, I was planning to stay for a few days longer, but I really can't afford it without my expense account. I mean, I could afford the room or the food, but not both. I did want to go hiking. This part of the country is beautiful."

   She looked at her watch. "When I'm off duty, can I show you the nightlife?"

   Was she was seriously hitting on me? "Real nightlife? In the mountains of Vermont?"

   Hannah laughed. "Let me show you."

   "Am I dressed okay?" I still had on my tan slacks and a yellow soccer shirt.

   "Perfect. Let me go sign out. I'll be right back."

   She took the tray with the dishes and left. I went into my bathroom and freshened up, but she was back before I knew it. Her hair was unbraided and falling around her shoulders. She was in slacks and a T-shirt. She pulled me toward the door.

   "I have to show you the real Vermont. I saw you check in, and you were alone, so I figured you'd need company after a day or two. Come on."

   "I have a rental car."

   "Leave it. We'll take mine."

   Hannah's car was an older sedan, slightly messy in the back seat, but not unlike the one I had in Seattle. We drove into Stowe and wound through the streets until she stopped at a brightly lit alley. The buildings had no windows, and there wasn't a sign to advertise where we were. When she opened the door to let us inside, music boomed out. There were quite a few people inside, some dancing, others standing around talking. I checked out the crowd. It was a gay bar! I turned to look into Hannah's eyes.

   She raised an eyebrow. "Okay?"

   I had to smile. "Okay."

   "Is beer all right? Or would you rather have wine or something hard?"

   "Whatever you're drinking."

   She bought us dark lagers and drew me onto the dance floor, each of us clutching our drinks. What an unexpected night. After we'd danced for what seemed like hours, we walked to the side of the room, hand in hand, to stools along the wall. Hannah drew me into her arms and planted her lips on mine. I didn't push her away, so we stood there making out like two high schoolers.

   And were the kisses ever good. I hadn't been kissed like that in a long time. I could feel the heat getting higher and higher and my panties getting wetter and wetter. Finally, she whispered, "Let's go home."

   I gladly let her take my hand and lead me outside. I didn't even think to ask what she meant by home, but we were soon pulling into a driveway of a large house just outside of Stowe. Two other cars were already parked there.

   "This is home?" I asked.

   "For the time being. I share with three other girls from the lodge, but we each have our own room." She squeezed my hand, got out of the car, and ran around to help me out. We rushed inside, up a flight of stairs, and into her room. I didn't even look around. I merely let her lead me to her bed.

   "Hannah," I started to say, but she pressed her lips to mine and pushed me onto the soft mattress. We were naked within seconds. Her breasts were large, and my face fit comfortably between them. That was all I could concentrate on.

   Her hand roamed my body and came to rest on the hair between my legs. She reached inside me with two fingers, and I was even more lost than I had been. I didn't think. I'm not sure I even breathed. I let myself float, wanting to feel her fill me.

   We made love through the night.

   When I woke, I looked up to see Hannah standing in front of her mirror, freshly showered and in her uniform.

   "Good morning," I said.

   She sat and leaned in to kiss me.

   "I was just going to wake you. You have a choice, stay here and sleep until I come back after lunch, or you can get dressed and come back with me now. Your choice."

   "I'll go back now as long as I can see you later."

   "Of course." She kissed me again. "Then you have to get up. The bathroom is at the end of the hall." She stood and held out her hand to help me up.

   I wanted her badly after that. I wanted her to want me. I went back to the lodge. I wrote my review, and I waited for her. She was in charge, and I loved that. She knew what had to be done.

   "Check out of the lodge," she told me when I said I had completed my review. "You don't need to be here. Bring all your things to my place. I have two days off, and I can take them tomorrow. I'll switch with someone."

   I changed my plane ticket for three weeks later, when I really had to be home. That night was even more amazing. Her roommate, Liesl, cooked sausage, fried potatoes, and greens for everyone, then Hannah took me back to her room.

   "Now that I have you totally to myself, what am I going to do to you?"

   "Make love to me," I said. "And I'll make love to you."

   "Yes, me first." She pushed me back and crawled on top. She kissed her way onto my neck. I threw my head back and let her have her way with me. I was ready for anything?or so I thought.

   I was floating above her mattress as I lost all connection to the real world. When I came, I arched up off the bed. I was finally able to open my eyes as I looked up into those dark blues above me. She grinned at me with a very sly expression.

   "Now, I'll show you how pleasurable this can be."

   I looked over to find my hands were bound to her bed with long silk scarves. I couldn't move. "Uh, Hannah?" I started to say as I pulled on the restraints. I wasn't sure I liked this stuff. I'd heard of it but had never done it.

   "No. Don't. You'll enjoy this. You won't have to worry about giving me what I want because I will take it. All of it. All of you." She knelt between my legs. "I want all of this?all of you." And she plunged into me. I screamed as I started to writhe, not sure if I was really enjoying myself. My emotions were all over the place.

   "Please, let me loose," I whispered.

   She planted a hard kiss on my mouth, her tongue entering into me as her hand delved in, too. "No, my dear, I want you here just as long as I can keep you." She backed down, licking my body until she reached my clit. I spread my legs wider as she licked and sucked me into the hardest orgasm I had ever had. She was right. The added restraint, being without control, added so much to the act. In a way, it was liberating having no responsibility, simply letting it happen.

   Several hours and many orgasms later, she untied the scarves. I curled up into her arms.

   "I think I'm falling in love with you," she whispered.

   "Me, too."

   The next three weeks were unbelievable. While she worked, I read and drove around Vermont to see as much as I could. But when she wasn't working, we were together: hiking, shopping, talking, and making love, most times with me tied to the bed. It felt right; it felt complete; it felt like heaven. The one thing we avoided was talking about me going home. In fact, the few times it came up, we talked around it.

   Then came the day I had to think about going home. "Hannah, this has been incredible. I??""

   She placed her hand over my mouth. "Don't say another word." She wrapped me tightly in her arms. "I don't want you to go home. I've fallen in love with you. Will you stay here with me?"

   I wasn't sure how to say it. "I think I love you, too."

   "Then stay here."

   "Oh, Hannah, I want to."

   "But?" She sighed deeply. "You can't. I never asked. Do you have a girlfriend?"

   "No. Not for several years."

   "Then stay here."

   "It's so tempting." I didn't want to have to leave. The silence between us lengthened and lengthened.

   "But it's not compelling." She looked away. "I know I don't make as much as you, and I don't have a degree, but I have plans and investments. I will be very rich someday."

   "Honey, it's not about your income or education. I have dreams, too. I love what I do. I love to travel. I'm not ready to stop. Maybe in a few years, when you get your plans going and I've seen the world??""

   "No, I'm not doing a relationship three thousand miles away. I want you in my bed every single night, beside me every day. I will not fuck you by mail or over the phone."

   I could only stare into her eyes. We stood there for several minutes, neither of us making a move. I wanted to hold her, to kiss her, and tell her how much I loved her.

   She shook her head. "No," was all she said as she marched out to her car and drove away.

   She didn't come back that night, and she wasn't at work the next morning when I stopped by the lodge to say good-bye. I sent her a long note when I got home, but it was never answered.

   I wanted to run back into her house and throw myself on her bed. I wanted her to tie me down with something heavier than silk. I contemplated taking my paycheck and buying a one-way ticket back to Vermont. I ached with regret for weeks, months. It was the hardest thing I had ever done.

   After that, I still flirted from time to time, but I backed away if it was seriously returned. It was safer traveling and staying alone. If I had survived Hannah, I just might survive anything.