Mistress Blackheart

by Francine Whittaker

  Swept away in a frenzy of lust and power, Ali ground hard against the dildo. As her fervour increased, so to did the speed of her up and down movements. She reached down and sought out the hard nub of her clitoris and, rubbing it for all she was worth, brought herself ever closer to her moment of release.

  When Jurgen entered the room at her command, with an almost imperceptible nod of her head she gave him the pre-arranged signal. He helped Leigh to her feet before guiding her towards his mistress, then positioned her to stand beside John with her back to Ali. Taking his place in front of her he widened his legs to bring himself closer to her height. With an encouraging smile, he made to part her thighs with his hand.

  Leigh didn’t need any encouragement, her thighs opened of their own volition. She was already wet and accepted the bulbous head of Jurgen’s cock hungrily as it nudged her labia open.

  Then, with one glorious, powerful thrust he entered her, burying his shaft up to the hilt inside the welcoming, moist warmth of her vagina. His huge hands gripped her waist tightly, rooting her to the spot.

  He needn’t have worried, she had no intention of going anywhere.

  Having longed all evening to feel him throbbing inside her, she closed her eyes and melted into the moment, letting the sensual waves wash over her. Warm and contented, she was only vaguely aware of the arm that came round the front of her head.

  She caught the smell of leather from Ali’s gauntlet as fingernails gently scraped her lips. Parting them automatically to admit the finger, Leigh began to suck it as if it were a second penis rather than her best friend’s probing digit, and felt a moment of abandonment when Ali withdrew it, glistening with Leigh’s saliva.

  Leigh tensed suddenly and her eyes flew open as she felt Ali’s nail scrape against the tight hole of her anus. In a flash, Ali’s intentions became frighteningly clear and Leigh let out a horrified wail.

  “No! Ali, please don’t.” She tried to pull away, but Jurgen’s hands held her firm as his magnificent cock continued its thrusting. “I don’t like it Ali.”

  “Quiet!” Even as Ali continued plunging her greedy sex onto the dildo while agitating her own thrumming clitoris, she pushed against the puckered skin of her friend’s secret entrance.

  “Ali!”

  It was more of a scream than a word as Leigh felt the finger force its way inside. Fire ripped through her as the way was breached and the long fingernail and finger disappeared inside, bringing a blood curdling shriek to her lips and a chilling smile to Ali’s.

  Thrilling need drove Ali onward, greedily seeking her own orgasm. As she continued to thrust downward, she drove her finger in and out mercilessly, listening to her friend’s sobs as her curvaceous body shuddered under the dual onslaught from penis and finger.

  The floodgates burst and tears gushed from Leigh’s pale eyes as her mind emptied itself of everything but the registration of pain. She couldn’t stand the agony as the inferno spread, lighting up her insides as she was violated both front and back with nothing but a membrane separating cock from finger. She screamed, a terrible sound that filled the room with piercing noise.

  Seconds later, Leigh was still screaming, but the tone had changed. It was as if something shattered inside her as her muscles went into spasm; her climax ripped through her with unequalled ferocity. In the same moment, Jurgen gave one final thrust and filled her sex with jet after jet of thick, hot liquid, knowing that Ali would make him suffer terribly for it over the next few days.

  Ali threw back her head. The veins in her neck stood out tautly as she let out a shriek of her own as the convulsions shook her. Shaking her head in wild abandon, she listened to the sobbing Leigh with her insides joyously ablaze. Still impaled on the dildo, she speared John with a cold glance and relished his humiliation and unrequited lust that had him shaking wretchedly.

  She laughed a cold-blooded laugh - life was wonderful.

  Chapter Eleven

  Things were beginning to get Leigh down. It was clear by now that the absent receptionist wasn’t ever coming back, which dramatically increased her workload. The ideal situation would have been to have at least four receptionists, two to cover morning surgery with another two to cover evenings. However, Owen insisted that the budget wouldn’t stretch to that, and still hadn’t even taken on a replacement for the girl who had left, though Terence had hinted that a new receptionist could be joining the practice soon.

  As Spring turned to Summer, Leigh grew more lonely and confused; her very posture had a despondency about it. Until Ali’s return a few weeks ago, Leigh’s life had been great, but suddenly everything was falling apart.

  Owen’s increasingly sour moods led to more threats; his constant sexual demands and late night visits to her house had her nearing breaking point. Not since her mother had taken off to open a bar in Spain had she felt so alone.

  Even Terence seemed distant and had stopped responding to her teasing. And a couple of days after his return from Blackpool, after Errol had seen one particular flu patient at the surgery, he’d dumped her without so much as a word of explanation. On reflection, the reason wasn’t too hard to fathom, since that patient had been John Micklem. He and Errol had always been friendly, since Errol was a frequent visitor to the Town Crier. It was her guess that that bastard Micklem had let something slip about Leigh’s involvement in his degradation. And Errol, fearing for his own reputation, had obviously decided that it would be better not to associate with her.

  Worse still was that Ali never seemed to be in to her calls, even Jurgen failed to pick up the phone. It had been three weeks since her visit to Ali’s apartment, and she’d left numerous messages on her answerphone which were never returned.

  Things really hit rock bottom one Friday evening, when having forgotten to put away the patients’ notes after surgery she popped along to Owen’s consulting room, with the intention of trying to win back some of the self esteem that was fading fast. Perhaps if she turned on the little-girl voice and innocent adolescent look, she could turn the tables on Owen once and for all.

  Besides, it might be fun to try and by God, she could do with some of that right now.

  The door was ajar. She didn’t bother to knock but walked straight in, and was brought up sharply by the scene that confronted her. Owen was standing by the couch with one of his patients, a girl of eighteen. Perversely, the first thought that entered her mind was one of jealousy - she’d been replaced by a younger model.

  “Put your hand there,” he said, oblivious to Leigh’s presence in the doorway as he placed the girl’s hand over the bulge in his trousers. “I know you think of me as your kindly old doctor, perhaps even a grandfather.”

  “Not at all”, the girl answered politely, clearly uncomfortable with the situation but not sure what to do to escape from it.

  Leigh felt sick as she heard the old cliché.

  “You’re the only one I can turn to. My wife doesn’t understand me.”

  Momentarily frozen to the spot, Leigh’s conscience told her she should get help. The man had to be stopped! But if Owen ever found out it was Leigh who raised the alarm, her life wouldn’t be worth living.

  Transfixed, she watched as the girl extracted his cock.

  Cold fingers of panic gripped her throat. Trembling, she covered her mouth with her hands. She simply had to get help! He had to be stopped! But not only that - she had to pay him back. No one had the right to use her as if she was some backstreet whore and then throw her aside like last year’s desk diary.

  And then a thought struck her - Ali would know what to do.

  Without thinking it through, she spun round and made a dash from the room, knocking over chairs and scattering magazines from the tables as she tore through the waiting room and out into the fresh air.

  ***

  Twenty minutes later, the phone rang in Ali’s bedroom, wher
e she was happily engaged in administering discipline to a most delightful, heart-shaped backside.

  She snatched up the receiver with an impatient, “yes?”

  “Sorry to bother you, Mistress,” the security guard’s breathing was heavy and ragged, “but that pretty redhead’s on her way up.”

  “Thanks, George.”

  Ali’s heart leaped as she replaced the receiver, and the quivers that had peppered her insides with arousal while thrashing the girl now transformed themselves into full-blooded throbs and shudders. At last her tactics of inattention and feigned apathy had paid off; she’d known Leigh would come running to her sooner or later.

  Smiling, Ali returned to the foot of the bed. Placing her hands on the young girl’s buttocks, she scraped her long fingernails over the scarlet weals that criss-crossed the tender flesh, smiling grimly as the girl flinched. Throwing the crop aside, she addressed her tersely as she set about releasing her ankles and wrists from the black metal uprights that formed the structure of the modern, top-of-the-range four poster.

  “You’ve come a long way since your first visit, Cindy, and can take thirty lashes without so much as a whimper. I’m very impressed - so impressed that I’ve decided to give you another twenty. But for the moment you’ve been reprieved, we’ll carry on with this later. I’ve got an unexpected visitor on the way up, so you’ve got a chance to impress me with your waitressing skills, which were piss-poor on your last visit! Any cock-ups tonight will be dealt with most severely. I want you to open the door to my guest and show her through to the lounge, where you’ll serve us drinks.”

  Cindy gave a little bob.

  “Yes, Mistress Blackheart.”

  Ali looked the girl over and congratulated herself on the way the heavily boned blue Basque improved the girl’s figure. True, it was rather restrictive and seemed to affect her breathing, but Ali felt it was worth it. The small but nevertheless exquisite breasts were pushed together and raised tantalizingly by the half cups, and the tightness of the waist gave quite a nice swell to her hips. The back view was much improved also and as she headed for the door Ali noticed how the striped, heart-shaped bottom appeared fleshier and swayed nicely above the thighs, beautifully emphasised by the lacy stocking tops.

  Cindy had also learnt to walk elegantly without tottering over in the high stilettos and held her head high as if she were proud of her enslaved condition. The leather collar which Cindy’s true master now required her to wear, at Ali’s suggestion, was most flattering as were the wrist restraints, and Ali made a mental note to equip Leigh similarly as soon as possible.

  The door was opened at Leigh’s third ring. She blinked a couple of times in disbelief and her mouth dropped open with surprise at the sight of the young, blue-Basqued girl. Misery clutched at her heart. No wonder Ali hadn’t bothered to answer her calls; she’d clearly replaced her with a new friend, a girl that was little older than the patient she’d seen with Owen!

  “I...I’m s... sorry...” she could have kicked herself for stammering like an idiot, but it was difficult to talk while choking back tears, “I... I’ll come back... later.”

  “Mistress will see you now.” The girl held the door open. “Please, follow me.”

  Feeling awkward, Leigh dabbed at her nose with a tissue as she followed the girl into the lounge, her scandalized gaze fixed to the marks on Cindy’s bottom. Fear clutched at her stomach muscles but so did something else, something she still couldn’t come to terms with as the memory of Ali’s riding crop cutting into her own flesh came flooding back.

  By now she should have been used to Ali’s surprises, but nothing could have prepared her for the sight that greeted her and made her give a startled, “Ooooo!”

  Naked as always, Jurgen was on the floor in the centre of the room. His chin was touching the polished floorboards and he was resting on his elbows with his backside facing the kitchen doorway and stuck in the air. Ali sat on his back like a pixie, cross-legged and smoking a cigar.

  His ankles were held open by the spreader bar and his hands were cuffed behind his head. Even from where she stood Leigh could see his huge erection.

  “Bloody hell, Ali! What’s going on?”

  “Leigh! What a lovely surprise.”

  Ali took a drag from the cigar, turned her face towards Jurgen’s head, then blew out the smoke. She smiled with satisfaction as he coughed.

  “Please,” Ali indicated the leather-topped footstool beside the kitchen door, “pull up a seat. The girl will only be a tick with our drinks.” She took another drag.

  Ali’s commanding tone precluded argument. Leigh went to fetch the stool and on the way back was presented with the sight of Jurgen’s backside and thick thighs, startlingly bruised and covered by a network of deep ridges. His huge balls, dangling between his legs like a dog’s, were imprisoned by a thick metal ring which had a chain fixed to it, the other end of which was secured to a hook above the kitchen door. And that wasn’t all. As Leigh placed the stool on the floor and sat facing Ali, she noticed there was a second chain attached to the front of the ring and pulled taut in the other direction, where it was secured to a similar hook on the opposite wall.

  “Comfortable, Leigh?” Ali asked affably, as if the whole bizarre situation were the most natural thing in the world.

  In fact, Leigh was crushingly embarrassed and felt at a distinct disadvantage having to look up at her imperious friend, but decided it was probably better not to mention it. Instead, her attention was drawn to Cindy who approached carrying a silver tray on which were two glasses of champagne. As she took a sip, Leigh gave Ali’s outfit the once-over.

  As usual, she wore high heeled leather boots coming up to her mid calf, even Leigh had to admit they set off her legs nicely. Her black hold-ups left a gap of flesh between the lacy tops and the hem of the short, black leather skirt which was split at one side from hem to waistband.

  With it she wore a wide, black leather belt that cinched her small waist and her sleeveless, low-cut, black top hugged her figure beautifully, leaving nothing to the imagination as her nipples struggled to poke their way through the soft leather. Once again, she wore gloves that reached almost to her armpits.

  Ali took her glass from the tray, giving Cindy instructions to stand in the corner until she was needed. Turning her attention to Leigh, she said,

  “you look bloody miserable, as always. Look Babe, I’ve known since I got back from Europe that something’s bothering you. So are you going to sit there ogling this wimp’s tackle all night...,” she gave Jurgen’s thigh a vicious kick, “or open your mouth?”

  Leigh coloured up at being caught staring and immediately averted her eyes. While Cindy kept their glasses topped up, Leigh blurted out the whole sordid story, how it had all started with Owen and how he’d threatened her. She brought Ali right up to date with the latest development, but for some reason left out the bit about feeling neglected.

  Without looking at him, Ali flicked ash between Jurgen’s buttocks, then reached down and gave the chain a tug, making him yell. She returned her knowing gaze to Leigh.

  “Don’t tell me, you thought it would be a good idea if someone, that someone being me, put the good doctor in his place once and for all. Right?”

  “Well, yes... I thought perhaps you could do to him what you did to John. After all, Owen deserves it...” she flicked her eyes to Jurgen then back to Ali’s hard features, “and John didn’t.”

  “Is that what you think? Even if I tell you that a couple of years ago he had a fling with your mother?”

  Leigh shrugged. “It seems she had flings all over town before she went off to Spain to open her bar.”

  Ali smiled enigmatically as she considered whether or not to tell.

  “I guess bars do have something to do with it...” She snapped her fingers. “Girl! Brandy!”

  Leig
h declined the offer of a brandy and put her hand over her glass when Cindy attempted to refill it with champagne. But Ali would brook no argument and insisted she had just one more. Reluctantly, Leigh relented and sipped half-heartedly.

  “They all bloody deserve it, Babe, every chicken-hearted one of them!”

  Sipping her brandy and watching Leigh thoughtfully, Ali struggled to batten down the lust that bubbled away inside her. Her smile was thin as, to Leigh’s horror, she stubbed her cigar out on Jurgen’s backside. When he made no sound of protest, Leigh thought better of making one herself, but listened as Ali continued icily.

  “If I do this for you - if you really want to go through with it, I’ll want something in return.”

  “Yes, anything.”

  “Anything? You’re sure of that?”

  Leigh raked her fingers through her hair in a gesture of defiance as she flashed Ali an impatient look, “I’ve said so, haven’t I?”

  “Ok, keep your hair on! Just as long as you understand. I’ll pop by the surgery on Monday to see him.”

  She winked, then gave Leigh that look she remembered from years ago, the one against which she had no defence - the one that always won her over and invariably resulted in her getting in trouble.

  “But look - for it to really work, Leigh, you’ll have to watch the proceedings.” Horrified, Leigh was about to protest, but Ali raised a hand to check her. “I think it’d probably be best if you moved in here, for a short while at least. That way he won’t be able to get at you without my knowing, and it’ll mean you’ll always be on hand in case I need you. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he doesn’t take it out on you afterwards. Are you working in the morning?”