Guardian Girl (The Chronicles of Staffordshire)

by Simmons, NC

  It was time to return to the interview. Lenore left the room, rounded the corner, and met Rory’s eyes. He stared in wonderment. His future bride captivated no matter what she wore. In Mistressware, she inhabited her truest element. Lenore appeared powerful, able to break weaker men and women with little more than her amber-eyed stare.

  Rory’s crotch throbbed.

  “What do you think, dear?” she asked, sauntering toward the bed.

  “Amazing, Lenore! Simply amazing!”

  Maricela glanced over her shoulder to catch a vision of the Mistress-designate, instantly feeling her spine tingle with anticipation. She leaned down to the blindfolded sub and gushed. “You are so lucky! This ought to be the best interview ever!”

  “You may leave now, Maricela,” directed Lenore. “Mr. St. Cloud and I will take it from here.”

  “As you wish, Ma’am.”

  During her exit of the bed, the maid shared a critical detail. “By the way, Ma’am, her safe word is ‘red'.”

  Never having played the role of the Dominatrix, Lenore presumed the purpose of the “safe” word, though she had no intent of pursuing pain-inducing play with the interviewee. Not this time, anyway.

  “Thank you, Maricela. I will remember that. Now… Be gone!”

  Lenore swatted Maricela’s rump with her riding crop, eliciting a girlish squeal from the maid, and sent her away with a directive flick of her wrist.

  Lenore expanded her exploration of the also 26-year-old woman. No longer content with merely viewing her captive, Lenore touched her. Lenore knelt on the edge of the bed and pressed her mouth to Marla’s right nipple. Clamping the nipple gently between her teeth, Lenore pulled upward. “Ffffffffff,” Marla huffed through clenched teeth.

  Lenore ran her tongue down Marla’s abdomen, flicking the woman’s clit and tracing a line from her V to her toes. Marla whimpered.

  The woman who hours earlier arrived at the St. Cloud mansion merely a supermodel and superstar attorney, stood in absolute dominance over her submissive captive. Punishment was Lenore’s to dispense. Pity was Lenore’s to withhold.

  Lenore pressed the flattened end of the crop to the top of Marla’s foot and dragged it from Marla’s toes to her tits. Marla gasped each time the crop stimulated one of her erogenous zones.

  “My, my… You are a beautiful creature,” Lenore noted rhetorically.

  Rory coached Marla in the proper protocol of the visit, having already met with her to prepare her for the second phase of her initiation into the house of St. Cloud. If Ms. De La Fuente approved of her candidacy, it was all but a forgone conclusion that Marla would, as had Sonia before her, “get the job.”

  “As you wish, Ma’am.”

  Lenore flicked the crop lightly against Marla’s clit.

  “Ohhhhh God…” gasped the applicant.

  “Yes, Miss Dearing. You are a beautiful creature because I say you are a beautiful creature. You are a beautiful creature, eager to be fucked. I want you to say it. Say, ‘I am a beautiful creature and I want to be fucked.”

  “I am a beautiful creature and I want to be fucked.”

  “I am a beautiful creature and I want to be fucked, ‘who’?”

  “I am a beautiful creature and I want to be fucked, Ma’am!”

  “Very good!” Lenore slapped Marla’s nipples with the crop, eliciting winces from her captive assistant.

  “Now, dear, say, ‘I am your fucking slave.”

  “I am your fucking slave, Ma’am.”

  “Very good! She is a fast learner, is she not Rory?”

  “Yes, dear. She is indeed.”

  “And,” Rory thought, “so are you, my dear!”

  “Rory, where is her resume?”

  “On that chair…” Rory pointed to a narrow-backed, black leather chair placed by the left side of the bed.

  Lenore picked up the resume and settled into the seat. She lifted her left leg and dangled it over the arm, spreading her pink for Rory’s enjoyment. Lenore eyed Rory, licked her lips, and smiled. His desire was obvious. The Master wished to pound the applicant’s pussy in front of his girlfriend.

  “Oh, Rory, would you please be a dear and take off your clothes? I want you to climb onto the bed with the whore.”

  Overflowing with anticipation, Rory gleefully played along. “Why of course, Ma’am! Any particular reason?”

  “You nasty boy! Do you really need to ask? To fuck this miserable whore, of course! I want you to lie with her, with your beautiful cock teasing her whore pussy. Cover her body. Caress her. Kiss her. Be her lover. But do NOT fuck her until I permit it.”

  “As you wish, Ma’am.”

  Rory complied eagerly, quickly slipping out of his clothes. He grabbed a condom from the cabinet to the right of the bed, wrapped his wang, and climbed on, crawling atop the new assistant. The sensation of the Master’s flesh rubbing against her body stirred the young woman. She struggled against her shackles.

  Rory positioned himself as required, placing the head of his dick between Marla’s labia. He pressed its snugly into her coochie but withheld penetration, as dictated by the Mistress-to-be. Propping himself up on his stiffened arms, Rory permitted Lenore free access to the sub’s face and tits.

  Lenore flicked her crop against Marla’s thigh. Marla winced.

  “Now… Marla, I have several questions. Answer them to my satisfaction and The Master will fuck you. Answer them poorly and I will punish him in your stead. Do you understand?”

  Marla smiled. The boss wanted the interviewee to get The Master spanked a few times. “Yes, Ma’am. If I answer to your satisfaction, The Master will fuck me. If I answer poorly, you’ll whip the Master’s fucking ass.”

  Lenore grinned. Marla and she would get along just perfectly. The job was sealed. Both women simply wanted to extend the fantasy charade and have some fun at Rory’s expense.

  Rory tilted his head, squinted at Lenore, and quipped. “Sounds like someone here is getting the better end of the bargain…”

  “SILENCE!” Lenore bellowed, slapping Rory’s ass with her crop.

  “OUCH! Yes, Ma’am,” Rory cowered appropriately.

  “Good! Now… Let us begin.” Flipping casually through the pages of the applicant’s resume, Lenore’s attention came back to the top of each page. Her lips curled with devilish delight. Three little letters sealed Lenore’s descent into depravity.

  M-R-S.

  Thirty

  Lenore’s eyes sparkled at the irony of the interview. Another piece of Staffordshire’s libertine puzzle fell into place.

  She was about to have a swinging good time!

  Lenore peered at Rory and smiled, speaking to the splayed applicant. “Well, whore… I was mistaken! You are not ‘Miss’ Dearing at all, are you? You are, in fact, Mrs. Dearing. Is that correct?”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  Lenore wagged her finger at her boyfriend. She mouthed, “Naughty, naughty boy.”

  Rory wagged his finger and mouthed back, “Naughty, naughty girlfriend.”

  “Well then, my adulterous little slut… Since you have chosen to chain yourself to the Master’s bed, The Master will pleasure himself with your unfaithful flesh. Take the slut’s pussy, Rory.”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  Rory pressed his penis into the splayed interviewee, eliciting a muted, “ohhh…” and a pleasured grimace from the married woman.

  “Now… Do you mean to tell me, Mrs. Dearing, that your husband fully understands the nature of your potential employment?”

  “Yes… Ma’am,” Marla groaned. “My husband attended my last interview with The Master. He signed the confidentiality agreement with me. He and Master St. Cloud probed my qualifications for several hours.”

  “Oooh! An unrepentant, adulterous little slut! Getting fucked by two men at the same time! Pump her, Rory! Two times for two dirty boys.”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  Rory pumped twice, resulting in a more pronounced, “Ohhh God!” from the captiv
e.

  “Is your husband truly prepared to share you with Rory and me whenever we require your service?”

  “Morning, noon, and night, Ma’am. He has just one request, if it would please you. He believes many hands make light work. He would like to personally service you, Ma’am... from time to time… assuming he also meets your approval.”

  “Oh, I LOVE this whore, Rory! Two more hard pumps, please!”

  Rory complied, withdrawing slowly and then ramming on his return. Marla groaned loudly. A single bead of sweat broke on her brow.

  “This is interesting, my darling little whore. You claim to have attended Paulson College.”

  “Yes, Ma’am, I did.”

  “Rory, dear, fuck this worthless whore until I tell you to stop. But go slowly, Rory! Make the whore desire you. Make gentle love to her. Make her forget her pathetic boy of a husband and desire only you. I want her to wish she could hold you, to wrap her legs around you. Fuck her slowly… Very slowly…”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  Rory slipped his cock in and out of Marla’s saturated box, settling into a gentle, hip-rolling rhythm. Marla moaned in exquisite agony. She longed to put her hands on his back, to embrace him, to make love to him in return. The best she could do was receive his invasion without complaint.

  Lenore sat quietly, watching her man build the assistant’s yearning, watching him do to Marla what he did so skillfully to Lena and Lenore. Lenore masturbated.

  Marla moaned loudly. Lenore slapped her leg with the crop.

  “QUIET, BITCH! I did not give you permission to experience pleasure! Remain silent while The Master fucks you!”

  “Yes… Ohhhhh… Yes, Ma’am...” Marla sniveled.

  “I do not remember seeing you at Paulson, yet you claim that we graduated the very same year. I cannot believe this! A woman as beautiful as you? I would have noticed you! Why is it I never saw you, whore?”

  “You may not have seen me, Ma’am, but… But I saw you. Every day… For all four years… I watched you. My maiden name was Shaughnessy. I lived near the elevator.”

  Lenore’s eyes lit up, recalling the geeky, chubby, glass-wearing recluse to whom she never gave a second thought. The creepy, crawly caterpillar had emerged from her cocoon as a stunning, toned, contact-wearing, red-headed butterfly.

  “AHHH YES! Now I remember you! The girl in 1402! But… I never saw much of you. And… You were heavier then… And you had long, wavy hair and… And you always wore thick glasses, didn’t you?”

  “Yes, Ma’am. That was me. You never saw me because I always hid from you. Every time I saw you or heard you coming, I hid. But sometimes, I would follow you into the bathroom as you went in for your shower and I would peek at you around the curtain. You are so beautiful, Ma’am. The most beautiful woman in the world. And I was always so afraid of you. All of us were afraid of you. I wanted you every day, but I knew I could never have you. I wanted to kiss you… To touch you… I dreamed of making love to you. I would lie in my bed at night and fuck myself, fantasizing that I was making love to you. But… You never left Lena’s side. You never knew anyone else existed other than Lena. Ohhh… I want you so much, Ma’am. I’ve wanted you for years, Ma’am…”

  “OOOH! I LOVE that answer! My horny, little stalker is chained to your bed, Rory! Fuck this whore harder!”

  “Yes, Ma’am!”

  Rory picked up the pace and strength of his thrusts, torqueing the future assistant’s pussy after each downward motion. Marla gave back guttural grunts and groans as their unfaithful flesh blended.

  “Well, Mrs. Dearing, this has been most enlightening, but now I must know more. I cannot give you a position with our house simply because you want to make love to me. Everyone wants to make love to me. It is the curse of my beauty. So let us talk about your other qualifications. You claim to have attended MIT for your MBA. Now — aside from stalking me — why would you want to work at Staffordshire when there are so many top companies at which a beautiful, brilliant whore like you could easily sleep your way to the top? And please, dear… No stalk-talk. I must hear some other reason…”

  Marla struggled to clear her mind, a carnal ooze suffocating rational thought. Between her captivity… Rory’s humping… Marla's breathing became labored, each bottoming of Rory’s slit-stretching member eliciting loud “Uhhhn” and “Ohhhh” reactions from the new assistant.

  It felt like as good a time as any to toy with Lenore. Marla could not tell how long she could hold out before succumbing to a certain orgasm. “Because… I wanted… Ohhh… to meet... Ohhh… and… Oh fuck! and… Fuck… a wealthy, married man. I want… Ohhhh… to fuck him till… Ohhhh God… he can’t think… Huh… Huh… then I... OH FUCK! I will… OH FUCK!... steal him from his bitchy… FUCK! …supermodel... Ohhh shit! …wife.”

  Lenore burst with laughter, slapping Rory’s ass with the crop. Rory winced and lurched into Marla. She choked on her saliva.

  “That answer did not please me, you wandering cunt! Try again.”

  “Oh shit! Oh shit! Ohhh… Fuck me, Rory! Because… Because… Ohhhh…. I’m horny all… I’m horny… Ohhhh God! ALL the time… Ohhhhhh… and I want… Ohhhh… Fucked… OH FUCK! …staff and… and… I want… Oh my God, Rory! Yesss… Harder Rory! and… I want… HOH! Paid… Pay… OHHHHH…”

  Lenore again slapped Rory’s ass with her crop. Rory rammed Marla with shocking force, painfully jerking her ankles against the manacles and chains.

  “Shall we try again, my pathetic little slut?”

  Marla hung on at the brink, tipping toward release. “Oh! I can’t… Ma’am! I can't…. I have to come… Please, Lenore! I have to come!”

  The nascent dominatrix rocketed to the surface, shattering the few lingering remnants of proper, elegant, dignified Lenore. The Mistress violently threw the resume and paperwork across the room, dove to the bed, and crushed her mouth to Marla’s. Loose papers fluttered across the bed as Lenore kissed the interviewee intrusively, sucking greedily on Marla's tongue. She sucked in Marla’s lower lip and pulled away, stretching the applicant’s face mercilessly. Lenore demanded more of her new assistant.

  “MY NAME IS NOT LENORE, you miserable whore! I am your MISTRESS! So try again, you horny… Fucking… WHORE! Answer your MISTRESS!”

  Lenore loved the sensation of domination, falling completely, unreservedly into character. The girl said she feared the supermodel. Perfect. Lenore would feed her fear.

  “I’ll… Fuck! I’ll… Oh fuck! try… Ma’am… Huh! Huh!”

  Rory’s blistering assault on Marla’s pussy made every word a study in labor for the Paulson sister.

  “My sister… Huh Huh… From Paulson… Sonia… Told me… Ohhhhh!... Working… Oooohhhh… Would… Huh Huh… Would… Ohhh… Lifetime... Yesss… Oh yes… Oh God, Rory! YES! Like that! Pleasure… Huh Huh… She… Huh Huh… That I… Huh Huh Huh… For you… Ohhhh FUCK! OH FUCK! Husband… Wants… Yesssss… Rory… Oh yes… YES… OH RORY! RIGHT THERE… YESSSSS!... We would…”

  Marla threw in the towel.

  “OH MA’AM… OH GOD! Please… Ohhh… Fuck… Oh fuck… PLEASE! I’m begging you, Ma'am! PLEASE! Have The Master make me come! I have to come! Please, Mistress! Make me come! PLEASE!”

  Lenore reached under and grabbed Rory’s chin, jerking his face to the side. She shouted. “Fuck this bitch, Rory! Fuck her! Fuck this pathetic little whore! Fuck her until she comes, you dirty, unfaithful boy!”

  Lenore’s mindless urgency focused Rory fully on the task. He pummeled Marla, leaving her in a mounting state of ecstatic anticipation after each collision.

  “Oh fuck me! Ohhhhh... Yessssss! Ohhhhh… Yessss! Oh, please! Faster! Ohhh my God! Ohhh my God! Oh my God! Ohhh GOD!”

  Wild-eyed, Lenore licked Rory’s cheek, slapped his face, and shouted her demand. “You heard this whore, Rory. I want to hear her SCREAM! I want to hear her SCREAM your name! Make her SCREAM your name, Rory! Take this unfaithful little whore’s pussy from her! Own her pussy! Steal her fro
m her husband!”

  “Oh my God! Oh my God! Fuck me, Rory! Fuck me!”

  “YES, Rory! That’s what I want to hear! I want to hear my assistant scream my filthy boy’s name!”

  Lenore slapped Rory’s ass repeatedly with her crop, timing each blow to his withdrawal from Marla’s cunt. Each wincing slap to his clenched glutes thrust him back in.

  “Oh shit! Oh Rory, You are... Yes! There! Yes there! Keep going! Right there! There! There! YES! OHMIGOD!”

  Rory torpedoed Marla’s tunnel, watching Lenore’s frantic masturbation off to the side every time Marla cried out his name.

  A vision flashed across Rory’s eyes, of beautiful, innocent, naïve Alicia Drummond, of her joy as Rory gently made love to her in the vacant mansion’s master bedroom, of their mutual, willing receipt of each other’s virginity, of Alicia’s joy and excitement over the fairytale images above ground, of Alicia’s terror upon encountering the dungeon and all it’s fairytale-shattering depravity, of Alicia running through the house screaming, naked, pounding on the windows of the limousine, begging the chauffeur to take her home, and of Rory writing a $250,000 check to Alicia’s father as generous compensation for her “trouble.”

  As Rory humped Lenore’s new assistant, dripping sweat to the adulterous slut’s chest, the image of his fiance’s relaxed acceptance of her role setting his mind at ease, he smiled.

  “OHHHHHHHHHH… MYYYYYY… GOD!”

  Marla bit her lower lip and surged forth in a shuddering orgasm. Her shaking legs strained against the shackles, her arms jerking futility against their manacles.

  Rory pulled out, holding his release. He fell beside Marla on the bed, his Johnson barely sheathed by the condom. He made love to the personal assistant with such fury, he nearly worked the condom free inside her twat.

  Lenore fingered herself to a nice, little orgasm while her boyfriend fornicated with the auburn-haired assistant. Lenore shivered with climax, closing her eyes and rolling her head side to side.

  “Rory… Dear…” Lenore panted.