Her New Doll (Completed)

Chapter Twenty: Comfortable Pt. 2 (+18)

Natalya can't take it anymore. She's endured torture and psychological warfare, but she doesn't have to endure this. Natalya figures it also might help Donna to know that she likes everything that she's doing.

"Fuck," Natalya groans, blushing fiercely as her legs spread despite her self control. Donna's fingers are close, haunting the areas she needs them.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. It feels good."

There's a slight pause and Natalya can hear the smile in Donna's voice, "Good."

Donna is as fascinated as she is aroused. Her fingers glide easily in Natalya's arousal. Her soldier is hot to the touch, sensitive, and the scent of her is divine. So many of the romance books she's read make sense now.

Natalya groans disapprovingly when Donna removes her hand. To her surprise wet fingers are pressed against her lips.

"Lick them."

At first Natalya is too shocked. Her mouth hangs open slightly and Donna strokes her lower lip.

"Aah," Natalya blushes a deep shade of pink and accepts Donna's fingers in her mouth slick with her own arousal. Now into uncharted territory herself she's almost thankful for the blindfold. She wouldn't be able to look Donna in the eye doing this.

This time Donna doesn't hesitate. She's confident in replacing her hand under Natalya's underwear between her legs. Now she strokes and teases very purposefully. She studies Natalya's face to see what feels better. The closer she gets to her sex the quieter the soldier gets.

Donna wants to hear her shout.

At first Donna starts with one finger. Natalya clenches around her and struggles against the tie around her wrists, panting and groaning in frustration. After a few gentle passes she adds a second. Natalya's mouth opens and she moans. Curiously Donna curls her fingers and watches in delicious satisfaction as Natalya's whole body trembles. Natalya moans out loud, back arched into Donna's hand with her legs spread.

"How does this feel?"

"Amazing."

"Good." Again Donna's smile can be heard as she curls her fingers again and watches Natalya quiver. Slowly she begins pumping her fingers in and out. Slowly at first, then finding a curling, thrusting rhythm that she can tell is undoing her soldier quickly.

Natalya didn't anticipate Donna catching on so quickly. But it makes sense. Donna was already skilled with her hands, this is just another skill that's she's picked up quickly. That is then compounded by the fact that Natalya is sensitive. By nature she can't feel fear but she can feel pain and pleasure more intensely. Usually it's the former.

But now Natalya moans openly, completely helpless to the onslaught and not giving a damn about how loud she may be. Somehow she can tell Donna loves seeing her come undone.

The closer she gets to coming the louder Natalya gets. Donna enjoys it most when partway through Natalya bites her lip and tries to muffle herself only to fail ultimately and begin moaning her name, begging for her finish.

"Donna," Natalya moans. Her voice chokes off and her whole body shakes.

Donna can tell this shaking is different, and heat pools between her legs. She doesn't stop thrusting and curling until some of the rigidity runs out of Natalya's body, then she slowly curls her fingers one more time and watches her whimper.

Once again Natalya feels the wet fingers on her lips as she gasps to catch her breath. Her mind is still a fog and her sex is throbbing from the force of her release.

"Lick them."

She does. Obediently and happily.

Before Donna can ponder what, if anything, she wants to do with Natalya next a familiar voice rings through the house.

"Donna!"

Miranda.

Hastily pulling her dress on Donna takes the time to release Natalya's hands.

"Stay here."

"I will."

As she descends the stairs Donna chides herself for being too hasty. She never comes running to Miranda, now this looks suspicious. She only hopes her dress doesn't give her away being a little wrinkled.

"Donna," Miranda holds her hands out.

Acting almost on instinct Donna hesitantly gives Miranda her hands. The priestess' claws curl in almost painfully, clutching so Donna can't pull away.

"Hmm," Miranda smirks beneath her mask, "That is a very distinct odor I never expected to smell in this house. Combined with the dewy warmth of two of your fingers but none of the others I'd wager you've been playing with your little toy soldier."

Donna grinds her teeth beneath the veil, more than a little mortified but mostly angry.

"Can I help you?"

Miranda is almost taken aback. Donna hasn't spoken to her in decades, not since she was a child and still held hope in her heart. It's always been Angie that spoke, not Donna.

"I just wanted to see how Natalya is doing. Knowing the girls she's still bedridden and broken."

"No but you're going to be if you try to take me again," Natalya says as she confidently strides down the stairs.

"Again, I could make you symmetrical girl. Bite. Your. Tongue," Miranda's biting tone ebbs into something irksome, "Or have Donna do it for you."

"What do you want?" Donna tears her hands away only to have them ball into fists at her side. With Natalya standing behind her shoulder she feels stronger. Braver.

"Natalya, is fine. So if that is all, I'm going to ask you, to leave."

Invisible to Miranda, Natalya's hand is resting in the small of Donna's back. It's a minute touch but it's all Donna needs to finally overcome decades of living in fear.

Sensing the situation is not what it seems and she is at a disadvantage Miranda nods. She inclines her head and offers that condescending smile Natalya wants to wipe off of her face, "Of course. Have a good evening."