Mistress Blackheart

by Francine Whittaker

  Sometime after lunch, which Jurgen brought her and made her eat on all fours at the foot of the bed from the dog bowl, Ali came in with a chair from the dining room. Due to the cramped conditions, she placed it with the wrought iron front legs shoved up tight against the mattress, level with Leigh’s breasts.

  Stretching out her leather-encased legs across Leigh’s torso, she placed one booted foot on Leigh’s striped belly and the other across her unblemished breasts. Infused with an almost uncontrollable surge of power as Leigh let out a shriek when the terrible spikes of her heels came into contact with her raw skin, with sadistic delight Ali re-adjusted the position of her feet, making sure to scrape the narrow spikes across the weals once more. She crossed her ankles across Leigh’s belly.

  “The more you suffer, the more proud of you I am.”

  Such was Ali’s regard for her, she claimed in a strangely husky, biting tone, that the more pain Leigh underwent the more she loved her for it. And, even as Leigh listened in abject horror, her adoration for Ali shone in her pale eyes as Ali went on to explain in the most shockingly forthright manner how much it meant to her to have Leigh subjected to such maltreatment.

  “Don’t forget, I taught you every fucking thing you know! Now I’m calling in what’s due. Even before I left for Europe, I longed to get your steamy little body between the sheets. But what a surprise when I got back! While I was away, it turned into a real horny piece of machinery. You’re a very sexy lady, Leigh, and the more marred by the lash you are, the more desirable you become. You’ll never know how hungry I’ve been to get you where I’ve got you now, or how many years I’ve dreamed of having you chained at my feet. You were born to suffer at my hands - it’s what I came home from Europe for.”

  She flicked the leather tip of a riding crop across Leigh’s erotically charged nipples a couple of times before scraping her heels again over the savagely sensitised flesh of her belly, smiling like a she-devil as the searing heat of pain made Leigh yowl her head off.

  “Shut up, or I’ll fucking gag you! Just lie there and listen while I explain exactly what this is about - it’s my birthright to exploit your body, and it’s time you learnt that the Maitlands of this world are more powerful than the Braddocks!”

  As the seductive glow of lustful domination clutched at her heart, a frisson of electricity shot through Ali’s nerve endings, while in the same moment, a look of utter bafflement took root and blossomed across Leigh’s face.

  Savouring Leigh’s obvious distress, Ali elaborated with relish.

  “You, my sweet little slut, come from a long line of crooks, going back to Braddock, the notorious highwayman. What? You didn’t know he’s one of your ancestors? Bloody hell! What planet are you on? Your mother is a direct descent of Braddock, the highwayman. By the way, she inherited his most celebrated trait.”

  Forgetting she wasn’t supposed to speak, Leigh gasped a shocked “My mother?”

  Ali’s voice was as savage as the Crack! across Leigh’s belly from Ali’s crop. “Shut up, I’m talking! Listen and learn. You think your mother’s running a bar in Spain? Well, I hate to disappoint you, but I did a bit of digging a while back and hey shit! Did I come up with some dirt? Your mother put her pussy about a bit a few years back, rather like you’ve been doing.”

  According to Ali, Leigh’s mother was also involved with a bad crowd for whom she smuggled drugs.

  “If it hadn’t been for my feelings for you and some of my very important connections, she’d have ended up in a foreign jail years ago. You owe me!”

  But there were even more unbelievable revelations to come.

  “Being an attractive woman in her mid forties, due to my involvement, where she did end up is California. She’s recently opened a high class brothel, where she and her girls regularly entertain the wealthy. Unlike you, she still has her freedom.

  “But sod your mother! We’re here to talk about my power and your lack of it. I can’t believe you were born and raised in this town yet don’t even know who your own ancestor was. You didn’t believe me all those years ago when I told you I came from money, nor that my ancestor was none other than the very rich and extremely powerful Magistrate Maitland. It’s a pity, because then you’d have realized that I inherited his traits- he was a sadistic bastard with a need to dominate.”

  It all fitted... Leigh’s mother’s maiden name had been Braddock.

  “You should’ve paid more attention to local history. If you had, you’d have known that Braddock and Maitland were old friends, just like us. It was Braddock’s job to get the loot, and in return for his continued liberty, to split it with the magistrate. This went on for years, during which Maitland turned a blind eye or pointed the finger elsewhere, setting a false trail.”

  She went on to explain how Maitland would find sweet, innocent young girls who he’d torture in his cellar.

  “They’d say anything - drop a brother, father or sweetheart in the shit just to make him stop. But afterwards, they’d be strangely forgiving, some even stayed on at his Manor House as serving girls. And that’s what’s happening here - after everything you’ve gone through, you’re going to stay here as my slave.

  “Braddock got greedy, double-crossed his friend, and in the dead of night, made off with the proceeds from his biggest job. So Maitland began to circulate rumours, and before long Braddock was captured and brought up before Maitland at the local assizes, where he sentenced the Highwayman to hang.

  “Haven’t you ever seen the stone that marks Braddock’s grave? Hell, it’s only a lump of rock on a patch of waste ground, but it’s your heritage. It’s not far from the railway station, perhaps I’ll take you sometime.”

  Ali paused a moment as a thought crept into her brain. It was so delicious that she couldn’t understand why she hadn’t thought of it before. The image that filled the wide-screen of her mind almost had her reeling with excitement. She laughed, and her voice took on a cruel, mocking tone.

  “It’d be a fitting place to give you a good flogging!”

  Leigh scarcely heard as Ali went on to explain what she could expect from life now that she was a slave; what her daily routine would be. For one thing, her days working at the surgery were numbered.

  “I’ll honour my side of the deal- I’ll pay Owen a visit in the morning.”

  It was early Monday morning when Jurgen threw open the door. Leigh had been secured for the night by her ankles with her hands tethered to her collar, and now blinked rapidly as light flooded the room and dazzled her.

  Jurgen gave her a moment, then unclipped her hands. He had her sit up, then fastened her wrists behind her back. He slid a lusting glance over her while circling the mattress, and felt the heat rising in his balls. Not daring to touch her, he silently cursed Ali. As he unfastened her ankles and helped her to her feet, he passed on Ali’s message.

  “She’s going to take you to work, then meet you there later. But first, you’re to have breakfast with her in the dining room, then you can wash and get dressed. She bought you some new clothes.”

  He attached the chain lead to her collar, then led her falteringly through to the dining room. He made her stand on the wooden platform that was now a permanent feature of the room, facing the dining table with her feet apart.

  “Don’t move until she gets here and remember, you’re not allowed to speak unless she asks a direct question.” He grabbed the back of her head and shoved it downward. “Always stand with your head bowed.” He gave her bottom a slap in passing, then disappeared through one of the doors, which he left temptingly ajar.

  Her eyes followed him, then stared at the door that represented freedom. The insanity of the weekend drained away and her emotions began to circulate once more, and with them the inner struggle began. Surely to subjugate herself to Ali and allow herself to be abused was wrong. Here was her chance of escape.

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nbsp; But Jurgen hadn’t given her the clothes! She glanced down at herself, noting how her nipples seemed larger and more erect than usual. Her belly and thighs were criss-crossed with a network of weals, which thanks to Ali’s ministrations would fade in time, which would probably mean she’d be due for another beating. She should get as far away from Ali as possible; perhaps make a dash for it and not stop running until she’d reached Scotland!

  Then a thought struck her - today was the day set aside for her revenge on Owen!

  She stood passively with her legs apart until Ali arrived. Unnervingly silent and grim, without a glance of acknowledgement, Ali placed two dog bowls at Leigh’s feet. One contained water, the other some kind of cereal with milk and sugar.

  Ali dropped Leigh off round the corner from the surgery, trusting her to go the remaining distance without flight.

  With her teeth catching nervously at her lower lip, Leigh fiddled with the silk scarf Ali had supplied to hide her collar. As she headed for the surgery door, she had the most terrible feeling of foreboding and the blood in her knees turned to water. It felt as if they’d give way beneath her at any moment, and she gripped the metal door handle tightly to steady herself.

  Taking a deep breath she wrenched the door open.

  Once inside, she was greeted by the new receptionist, a rather attractive blonde woman.

  “Hello, you must be Leigh. Pleased to meet you.”

  And she was. Her smile was warm and friendly as she looked Leigh over, taking in every detail of her appearance from her tousle-effect hair and the silk scarf around her neck to her trim ankles, attractively enhanced by the narrow ankle strap of her shoes.

  “I’m Nina Brand, Owen’s wife.”

  Leigh stopped in her tracks and gaped- she’d know that voice anywhere. The last time she’d heard it was when she’d accidentally emptied her bladder over Ali’s floor. Suddenly, it all made sense. Ali’s betrayal had been far greater than she’d imagined. True, she’d told her she’d met Owen’s wife, and discovered her penchant for flogging women, but hadn’t let on that she was to be the new receptionist - or that she was the woman who’d beaten her so savagely.

  Leigh returned the appraisal, and was surprised to note Nina’s soft, sensual features which bore no trace of the hardness associated with cruelty. Unlike Ali, her whole being radiated benevolence. Yet the mere thought of the suffering this woman had cold-bloodedly inflicted upon her sent shivers down her spine, and honeyed moisture to her sex.

  “Are you ok?” Nina almost purred, “you’ve gone quite pale.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Working alongside Nina all morning had set Leigh’s nerves jangling and her pulses racing. While it was obvious that Nina had no idea of Leigh’s identity, it was equally obvious that Ali had knowingly put Leigh in an impossible position.

  With her finger curled to her mouth, Leigh gave a light tap on the door before entering Owen’s consulting room. As she approached him he sat scribbling in some medical notes.

  Ali would be here soon, but how on earth could they go through with their plan with Owen’s bloody wife on the premises? She knew from what Terence had told her that their marriage was rocky, to say the least. Nevertheless, she didn’t want to be in the way when and if Nina got wind of the fact that Leigh was having an affair with him.

  Leigh was frightened, almost as frightened as she’d been over the weekend. But there were those other feelings too, those thrilling, nerve-tingling sensations that always seemed to run parallel to her fear.

  She stood beside his desk, with one hand resting on the swell of her hip. She swung one leg slightly in a little girl sort of way and looked at him from beneath her golden lashes.

  “Owen, I’ve been thinking...” she began chirpily.

  “You’re not here to think,” he pushed away the notes and began to sift through the pile on his desk, “you’re here to do as I say. However, since you are here, we may as well take the opportunity to fuck.”

  “Ooooo Doctor!” she giggled prettily. “With your wife outside?” Unable to help herself she was actually warming to the idea, and her mischief switch became activated once more. “What if she comes in and catches us?”

  His look was equally wicked. “What’s the matter, my little cock teaser, lost your nerve?”

  With one hand, he pulled open his desk drawer. Unseen by Leigh he extracted a bandage, about two inches in width. With a sudden movement, he pushed her away so that she toppled backward, and told her tersely to lie face down on the floor.

  Warm tremors ignited the familiar sensations in her belly. He’d taken the bait - so far, so good. She only hoped that Ali hadn’t cooked up some other little scheme with Nina!

  Still, she might as well enjoy herself.

  “Ooooh, Doctor,” she repeated as she stretched out face down on the floor, “are we going to play a game?”

  He placed his foot in the small of her back. “We certainly are. But first of all you’re going to tell me where you’ve been hiding. I told you to make yourself available to me at all times, yet when I’ve called round your house to collect what’s due, you haven’t been there.”

  Before she could utter a word in her defence, the door burst open. Both Leigh and Owen swung their eyes towards it, to see Ali standing aggressively with hands on hips.

  “Leigh! What the fuck?”

  Ali’s startled exclamation was so convincing that it could almost have fooled Leigh. Except how could Leigh possibly have known that Ali’s depth of feeling had left her very startled indeed, startled by the flame of anger that licked the insides of her belly. It was abundantly clear to her from the outset that the bastard wasn’t merely infatuated with Leigh- he was besotted! For Ali to actually see her treasured slave beneath the heavy foot of a creep to whom she’d not granted permission to use her was almost too much.

  Absurdly, that it was all a set-up made no difference now as lust and anger mingled to form a deadly potion. While hot darts of arousal shot from her quim to her breasts, at the same time her anger worked ever upward, scorching the back of her throat. Perversely, she wanted to direct her rage at Leigh rather than at Owen. It was as if she must punish her for obeying her Mistress’ own instructions; for giving herself up to Owen’s commands.

  Owen’s foot pressed down harder on Leigh’s back.

  Ali watched the series of expressions that crossed Leigh’s face as she realized something was wrong; that there’d been a change of plan. And Ali confirmed Leigh’s fears when, instead of turning on Owen as they’d planned, Ali ranted at her instead.

  “You fucking dirty little bitch! You’re a doctor’s filthy whore! You’re like your mother and open your legs for the entire town!” Ignoring Leigh’s tear-filled gaze, she turned and met Owen’s astounded look head on.

  “I don’t know who the hell you are,” he prattled so hastily that his words ran into each other, “but this isn’t what you think it is.”

  “Of course it bloody well is!” Ali’s tone shifted from one of heated fury to one of frosty sadism as she tried to get her own emotions under control. “What’s more, you look as if you could do with some help, Doctor.”

  Without waiting for an answer, Ali swirled around and closed the door, turning the key in the lock. She took a couple of paces across the small room until she stood over the devastated, prostate Leigh.

  “Perhaps you should’ve undressed her first. Here...” she seized her wrists and dragged them sharply upward. “I’ll hold her while you get her clothes off. You’ll find her completely naked beneath the skirt and blouse, apart from the stockings.”

  With his belly full of lust and his cock swelling dramatically, Owen was in no mind to argue. He removed his foot from Leigh’s back, and smiled at the speed with which it was replaced by Ali’s spiked boot. Ridding himself of his trousers as he stood up, he tossed them acro
ss the room, followed by his tie and shirt. Standing in his tartan boxer shorts, he bent from the waist and reached for the zip of Leigh’s skirt.

  Leigh’s eyes registered confusion. “Ali. What are you doing?”

  There was a particularly nice begging quality to her voice, Ali thought, as Leigh struggled to make sense of the fact that she’d been betrayed yet again. Deciding to ignore the wrongful term of address just this once, Ali switched her gaze from Leigh back to Owen, raising a mocking eyebrow.

  “There’ve been a few additions to her body since you last saw it.”

  He laughed as he removed Leigh’s skirt, then followed it up with a gasped “God in Heaven!” when her fleshy, rounded bottom was revealed to have undergone a severe flogging. He ran his hand over the ridges and his expression was transformed from one of shock to one of dark lust. “Someone’s been busy. Who the hell...” The rest of his question went unspoken as he knelt beside her. “I’ve always thought this impudent bum needed a good spanking!” With the palm of his hand, he spanked her so hard that she squealed.

  Delighted with the response, he set about spanking her bottom in earnest, bringing his hand down at least eight times in quick succession. He and Ali exchanged lustful glances, then Owen brought his hand down again and again, watching avidly as ripples swept over the juicy flesh.

  “Friend of yours, is she?” Owen asked Ali as he reached for the back of Leigh’s neck. He flicked her hair out of the way, then grabbed the collar of her blouse.

  “We go back a long way,” she used her other foot to give the prone figure a kick, “don’t we, slut?” Another in the kick in the ribs, “answer!” and this time Leigh couldn’t help but squawk in protest. With a belligerent grunt, Ali removed her boot from the small of Leigh’s back.

  Focusing on Ali’s thin, scarlet-glossed lips Leigh answered as if they were back at the apartment.