A bolt of electricity shot from Ali’s nipples to her wonderfully teased sex. Her breaths came out raggedly as she imagined the rapture of seeing Leigh in cruel bondage in the playroom, bondage that was becoming all the more certain by the moment. The thought made her shudder and, nearing her peak, she fought to hold it back, knowing that when it finally came it would have been worth the postponement.
As Cindy’s efforts increased, so Ali’s thoughts of domination over Leigh soared to new heights. Her long held fantasy took on a more structured shape as she laid the foundations of Leigh’s complete subjugation. Ali’s roots went back a long way in this town, and were inexorably entwined with Leigh’s - so it was only right that she should dominate her - make her suffer. After all, that’s why she’d come home.
“Push your tongue deeper, lick me out as if your life depended upon it.”
Breathlessly, Ali issued her commands, the veins in her neck standing out tautly as her head went back. Already she could feel the tension mounting, mounting, and mounting; a glorious tension that needed relief - now!
“Put some effort into it or I’ll flay the skin from your back!”
Still pressing Cindy’s face firmly between her legs to prevent the girl from escaping, Ali scrunched Cindy’s hair tightly in her fingers. She’d die if the stupid bimbo didn’t make her come soon.
Cindy curled her tongue and thrust it deeper, making a little noise of surprise as Ali’s muscles clenched tightly around it. Wiggling her tongue daintily, she thrust it in and out, trying to build up a rhythm that would earn Mistress Blackheart’s respect.
Under Cindy’s inept yet wholly erotic ministrations, Ali’s passion rocketed sky high and her spirits danced, while the thoughts that crammed her brain had her bucking and writhing. Panting as Cindy continued to tongue her, she reached out for the youngster’s breast, squeezing the small but exquisite orb so roughly that Cindy groaned her protests against the wet warmth of Ali’s vagina.
“Stop whining, you pathetic little whore, or I’ll give you something to whine about!”
Teetering on the brink of orgasm, Ali was going mad with need. Releasing her hold on the back of Cindy’s head, she seized Cindy’s nipples, now surprisingly long and hard, between finger and thumb. But it wasn’t only Cindy who screamed.
“No more! Bring me to climax, Slut! Do it, or I’ll twist your nipples off!”
As if to carry out her threat, Ali twisted them so sadistically that the girl jerked backward, snatching her mouth from Ali’s pussy. The sight of Cindy’s nose, mouth and chin glistening with her juices set Ali’s heart pounding with the primitive beat of a lioness. Her muscles clutched at nothing as the unbearable need for relief drove her frantic. God! She really was going to die! Her hand darted out and, after delivering a stinging blow across Cindy’s cheek, she grabbed the back of her neck and thrust Cindy’s head back between her legs. Her strong fingers once again closed over Cindy’s tortured nipples. Twisting them as if trying to wring nectar from them, Ali felt such an explosion of joy that she actually whooped with delight, exulting at the muffled yelp of pain against her mound.
Then, without being told to, Cindy extracted her tongue and sought out the hard bud at the apex of Ali’s labia. She flicked at the hard morsel of flesh, taking it between her teeth and giving little nips that had Ali groaning deliriously.
The whip clattered to the floor. Tremors wracked Ali’s body as at last she underwent the fierce cramps and spasms of orgasm. Her legs shot out rigid as, with her eyes tightly closed, her head thrown back and her mouth wide, she gave a howl that shook her whole body. Not since leaving the chateau had she had such a powerful climax.
Cindy detached her mouth gently. With her face covered in Ali’s musky secretions, she looked on and marvelled at the transformation. And if Ali could have read her mind, she’d have known that Cindy had noted that Mistress Blackheart had a weakness after all.
***
Leigh rubbed the sex-induced sleep from her eyes. In the glare from the hall light she unlocked the front door, keeping the security chain in place. She peered out through the narrow opening into the darkness.
“Owen! What the hell are you doing here? It’s late.”
His ravaging eyes took in the way she flaunted her curves through her nightdress, so transparent it was virtually invisible. She was up for it all right! He could tell by the way her nipples, red and hard, poked against the fabric; she was the hottest little number it had been his pleasure to fuck for a long time. And, since the scheming bitch thought she had some kind of hold over him, he was determined to get his money’s worth.
“Let me in.”
“I can’t.” Her heart pounded in her ribcage, not just from fear but also the excitement of Errol coming down and discovering them. She looked at him coquettishly, wet her lips, then whispered “I’m not alone.”
“I’m not here to discuss your sleeping arrangements, Sweetheart.” He didn’t shout. In some ways that was worse. “Let me in, now.”
His softly spoken words carried a hint of menace that should have put her on her guard. Instead, she unhooked the chain. He shoved past her, knocking the door backward so that she was squashed behind it against the wall. Like a bully in the school playground, he barged his way into her hallway.
“I want you to go.” She was irritated now as she watched him opening doors and peering inside. “I’ll see you in the morning, Owen.”
“You’ll see me now! “
With a look of resignation, Leigh closed the door.
Errol’s sleep-laden voice came from the top of the stairs. “Leigh? What’s going on?” when she didn’t answer, he tried again, this time more forcefully. “Leigh! Are you all aright? Who is it?”
Owen wasn’t about to have his pleasure curtailed by some layabout she hung around with. In a flash, he grabbed her wrist and dragged it up between her shoulder blades.
“Answer him, Bitch!” he hissed venomously.
Grimacing with pain, she thought it better to do what he said before he really hurt her.
“Everything’s ok. I’ll...” It was all going wrong! “I’ll be up in a minute.”
“Are you sure everything’s ok, Leigh?”
“Not very brave, is he, this lover of yours?” Owen sneered, pulling her wrist higher and making her give a little cry. “You’d think he’d have the balls to come down and check.”
“Leigh?”
“Make up an excuse; say you’re just getting a drink of water.”
Wincing with pain, she trilled “Go back to bed. It was just my neighbour, checking to see if I’d seen his cat.”
“At half past two?”
“He’s a light sleeper. It’s ok, he’s gone now. I’m just going to the kitchen for a drink of water.”
“Don’t be long, Baby. The bed’s getting cold.”
She heard Errol’s footsteps padding back across the landing above her as he returned to the bedroom. Visibly trembling now, she was scared and angry. But the clutching of her pussy hinted at a far more enjoyable state of affairs - surely she wasn’t aroused?
Still holding her arm tightly between her shoulders, Owen manhandled her into the living room. Hissing threats under his breath, he fumbled for the lights switch. He flipped it on, kicked the door closed, then threw her face down on the couch. She turned her head and gave a quick glance over her shoulder to see him standing over her, unzipping his fly.
“I’ve been thinking about you,” the last remnants of malice drained from his voice as he continued in a softer tone that was almost good humoured, “all day. I can’t get enough of you, you horny little minx.”
This was more like the other Owen, the one she liked to lead on. Turning onto her back, she sprawled against the sofa. She couldn’t get rid of him, so she might as well enjoy it. With Errol upstairs, things could get ver
y interesting, and the thought of having two men at the same time filled her head with amazing possibilities... one in her sex and one in her mouth... her innards tingled in anticipation. She was probably making another mistake, but what the hell! The joy of sending a man wild with desire was just too good to resist.
“Ok, big boy,” she invited in the teasing way she knew he liked, “come and get it.” She crossed her arms in front as, arching her back, she pulled the nightdress off over her head. “It’s playtime.”
In a moment he was on her, clutching her breasts, his cock fumbling like that of an overeager adolescent at the entrance of her tight, moistening channel. Leigh closed her elegantly tapering fingers around his quiveringly stiff shaft and guided it towards its prize. As the silky-skinned crown nudged her labia apart, she drew in an exaggerated, tremulous breath.
“Oooooh, Owen,” she giggled in the young, tinkling voice she knew drove him wild. “You’re so big!” Thrusting her hips upward to assist him, she lied shamelessly as his cock pushed past her inner lips into the warm depths. “I’ve never been fucked by anyone as big as you.”
The little bitch was driving him insane. His hands gripped her shoulders as he pounded into her. He groaned incoherent words of lust, relishing the squirming of her tender, young body beneath his weight. He loved the way she entwined his hair with her fingers, opening her soft mouth to emit breathless sighs.
Leigh smiled inwardly. There was nothing like a bit of teasing to get the juices flowing, but the notion that he took her seriously had her stifling her giggles. Determined to put on a good show, she writhed enthusiastically, bucking her hips as his hard pounding announced his urgent need. It felt so good to have a man want her so badly.
“Ooooo!”
Now she was really getting turned on! Tingles and quivers assailed her body, sending familiar sensations shivering from her sensitized breasts to her vulva.
“Aaaaah!”
She hardly noticed the shift from enjoyment to discomfort. It was a gradual process that was dulled by the haze in her mind. His heavy, rasping breath warmed her face as his head moved closer to hers. It was strange how his weight seemed to increase with his urge, she thought distractedly as he opened his lips. She parted hers in reply.
Then his hard mouth crushed down on hers, depriving her of precious air. His balls slapped against her as he used his penis like a weapon, plunging deep, so deep that it hurt her insides. She was uncomfortable. She couldn’t breathe, and he jabbed into her so fiercely that she’d have cried out were she able to breathe.
It dawned on her then that there was a change; that her arousal had been supplanted by panic rising in her stomach, along with foul tasting bile.
Still she couldn’t breathe. If he didn’t get off her, the bile in her throat would explode into her mouth. Oh the shame! She wouldn’t be able to stop it! He had to get off her!
As his body grew even heavier, she slid her hands down between their two bodies. Struggling for air, she strove to push him off. When that didn’t work, she extracted her hands again and began to pound his back with her fists for all she was worth.
At last he pulled away from her and she gulped in lungfuls of air.
“What are you struggling for, Sweetheart? You know it’s what you want.”
“Get off me! You’re hurting me.”
“I haven’t even started yet.”
“Owen, get off me. I feel sick.”
Her pelvic bone felt bruised, and he was gripping her shoulders so tightly it felt as if he were pushing her though the springs of the sofa onto the floor below. What on earth had made her trust him in the first place? Threats, pain - she should have known better; the man was nothing but a bully.
It was almost physical as something inside her snapped, like the breaking of a tendon or crack of the ribs.
“I said ‘get off me!’“
She dredged up every last ounce of energy and willpower within her. First, she tensed her muscles then suddenly, in one swift movement that caught him off guard she brought up her knee and caught him in the balls. His yell was like a wounded animal. His eyes filled with water as he pulled out of her, clutching at his crotch.
“You fucking bitch!” He was on his feet with the speed of a younger man. With his lip curling menacingly, he looked down at her with a distaste that curdled her blood. “I’ll see you pay for this, whore.”
“Get out of my house, or I’ll shame you in front of everyone. And don’t think I won’t! I’ll tell the other doctors first thing in the morning.”
“Not Errol Proudfoot, you won’t - he’s at a conference in Blackpool.”
Owen was definitely shaken; Leigh couldn’t help but notice the uncertainty in his voice as he continued his ranting. “Terence Rankin wouldn’t believe you anyway, his wife Claire is a great friend of my wife’s, so you see, no one would believe you. You’re treading on dangerous ground, young lady. One word from you in the wrong place, and you’ll be out on your ear.”
Leigh’s fists were white-knuckled with anger as she clenched them at her sides. She sucked on her bottom lip, took a deep breath and, mentally drawing herself up to her full height, let him have it right between the eyes.
“Your threats aren’t worth the breath it takes to make them. Mine, on the other hand, are far more serious. I could destroy you, your career, your marriage - so perhaps it’s you that should watch your step, Dr. Brand.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
It was at that moment that Errol chose to leap from the bed and Owen swerved his eyes toward the ceiling as they heard his footsteps pad across the floor
There was as much venom in Leigh’s voice now as there’d been come-on before. She recalled the time years ago when Ali had made her carry out her threat, spoken in the heat of the moment, to falsely accuse a fellow student of cheating during exams. Though nothing was ever proved against him, the boy’s reputation had been ruined. She’d been wrong back then, of course, but this time round she had right on her side.
“If that’s what you think, Owen, you don’t know me very well. I don’t know what the hell you came round here for- I told you I didn’t want a relationship. Now get out, before I do something I’ll really regret!”
Still clutching at his balls, Owen made for the door. Wrenching it open, he staggered down the hallway and headed for the front door without a backward glance. He left it wide open, filling the hall with damp night air, and had melted into the night before Leigh had even raised herself off the sofa.
After locking up again and replacing the security chain, Leigh leant against the door to regain her breath. She didn’t know what she was going to do about Owen, but it was too late to think about it now; she had work in the morning.
Without meaning them to, thoughts of Ali fluttered unannounced into her head. She smiled a capricious smile, doubting that even Ali, despite her brash, big talk, had had such an eventful night.
With the thought of poor Ali sleeping cold and alone uppermost in her mind, she headed back up the stairs. Errol was on his way down.
“Everything all right, Baby?”
“Yes thanks. I couldn’t sleep, so I turned on the TV. It was some sixties horror film. You know the sort of thing, all busty blondes screaming their guts up and guys with dripping fangs and billowing cloaks. I gave up with it.” She trudged past him, not waiting as he fell into step behind her. “What time do you leave for Blackpool in the morning?”
Chapter Five
With her small hands on her hips and a cigar between her fingers, Ali stood over the still kneeling figure.
“Look at me,” her tone was low, silky-smooth and unfeeling, “I’m going to beat you.” She was fully aware that her words, when spoken in such a fashion, sent chills straight to the heart. Once again she relished the surge of power that swept over her, and the look of naked terror in
Cindy’s eyes. “Has anyone ever beaten you before?”
“N... no, Mistress.”
“Blackheart!” Ali grabbed the girl by the arm and hauled her roughly to her feet. “Say it girl, and tremble.”
“Mistress Blackheart.”
“That’s better. Go and stand behind the chair.” She stubbed out her cigar against the white wall - Jurgen could clean it up in the morning - while she waited for the terrified girl to comply. “Good. Lean forward over the back and rest your hands on the seat cushion.”
Again, Cindy did as she was bidden, pressing her smooth, naked belly against the chair back. Ali came up behind her then, with a ferocity that made Cindy stumble, she kicked her legs apart. Using the same kind of cord she’d used to bind Jurgen, she tied Cindy’s ankles to the chair legs.
Scraping her fingers through her hair, Ali walked round to the front and used another length of the same cord to bind Cindy’s wrists together. With a steely calm meant to intimidate, she gave the cord a sharp yank downward, at the same time pulling the youngster forward over the chair back, and her head down towards the seat. She splayed her fingers on the back of Cindy’s head and ground her face down against the cushion. When she was satisfied with Cindy’s position, she pulled on the cord once more, thus tugging Cindy’s wrists down towards the floor. Hunkering down, Ali threaded the cord underneath the chair, again tugging at Cindy’s wrists.
“You did well in your first lesson.” Dropping the end of the cord with a “don’t move!” Ali straightened up and walked back round behind Cindy. “But as I never dish out carrots to slaves - only the stick - your only reward for pleasing me will be that I might not thrash you quite so hard.” She gave a chilling laugh, “but I’ll make up for it on your next visit.”
Bending from the waist, she snatched up the cord again and threaded it up between the back of the chair and Cindy’s naked body, giving it a sharp jerk, making it chafe against Cindy’s belly. Finally, she secured the cord to the back of the chair.
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