Mistress Blackheart

by Francine Whittaker

  “Yes, Mistress, we go back... a long...” her words tapered off to nothing as, still holding her blouse by the collar Owen made to remove it from her back without bothering with the buttons.

  There was a dreadful ripping sound that froze Leigh’s blood as he wrenched the blouse from her back, leaving the tattered sleeves in place. Without speaking he gaped in astonishment at the sight of her savagely abused flesh. However, it wasn’t pity but a wholly primitive reaction that shone in his eyes

  “Get the scarf off,” Ali ordered as she indicated the fine silk that hid Leigh’s leather collar.

  Owen was quick to obey without being aware that the balance of power had very firmly shifted in favour of the strange, leather-clad woman. He grabbed a pair of scissors from his desk and cut through the fine material.

  “What the... “

  “That’s a slave collar,” Ali informed him crisply, “and it means that she’s someone else’s property. Stuff something in her mouth.”

  Owen grabbed a handful of Leigh’s hair and yanked her head upward. He shoved the rolled-up bandage in her mouth.

  “Good. Now, cut a length from another bandage.”

  She waited for him to comply with her instructions. He cut a length from a second bandage then tied it across Leigh’s mouth to keep it in place.

  “Excellent, Doctor. Anyone would think you’d done this before. Use the remainder of the bandage to bind her arms together.”

  Standing behind her, he dragged the sleeves from her arms and set about the task with relish. Within a few moments Leigh found herself helpless, swathed in bandage from the wrists almost to her armpits. Allowing for the fact that a human’s arms don’t fit snugly against each other while behind one’s back, the job was so expertly done that Leigh found it impossible to pull them apart. Her vulnerability was total.

  Grabbing hold of a fistful of unruly, reddish curls, Ali hauled her to her feet and the last remnants of the blouse fell from her breasts. Ali’s spikes made no sound on the carpet as she did a complete circle round Leigh and Owen before coming to a halt in front of the trembling girl. Hunkering down, she took a breast in each hand, smiling as her palms wrestled to contain them.

  “Don’t you think she’s got lovely tits?” her hands moulded themselves perfectly around their swell and she gave each a hard squeeze. “I plan to decorate these, as well.”

  Owen looked at her and for the first time began to understand.

  “You’ve done this to her?”

  Ali didn’t answer as her lip curled unflatteringly. She stared into her friend’s wide-eyed, terrified gaze, not sure who she wanted to punish the most. She was supposed to be punishing Owen, but on entering the room to find events further advanced than she’d planned, her first thought had been to punish Leigh for letting things go that far.

  And she was indeed getting a great deal of pleasure from her humiliation, particularly from the rosy glow that swept over her from toe to forehead. She couldn’t deny that she was rather enjoying sharing her possession, but the thought of getting back at Owen was growing on her again. After all, what greater pleasure could there be than orchestrating the abuse of your slave by an obnoxious man that thought he was God’s gift, and then punishing him for it?

  She’d punish them both and be damned!

  With that thought uppermost in her mind, Ali set the wheels very firmly in motion.

  “What’s the matter, whore? That’s what you are, isn’t it, a whore? Tell him, Leigh, tell him what you are.”

  Leigh’s pulse throbbed in the back of her throat. Her nipples hardened beneath the thumbs that Ali flicked across them as, once again, adoration mingled with hatred, and the need for sexual release jostled with the need to escape.

  “I’m a whore, Mistress.”

  “A whore and a slave, isn’t that right?”

  “A whore and a slave, Mistress.”

  “Who do you belong to?”

  “You, Mistress.”

  “Who beats you?”

  “You and... and your friend, Mistress.”

  “Tell the Doctor my name.”

  “Mistress Blackheart.”

  Ali turned her attention to Owen, who was clearly impressed. She gestured for him to remove his boxer shorts. “I want to see you fuck her.” The poor sod had no idea what she’d do to him afterwards!

  “It’ll be my pleasure,” he grinned as he scrambled out of them.

  She released Leigh’s nipples and ordered, “spread your legs.”

  Too frightened to do otherwise, Leigh yielded to Ali’s commands. To her shame, she felt a lazy, warm trickle down the inside of her thigh.

  “Bend over.”

  Once again, Leigh complied with Ali’s commands, bending from the waist. With her head level with her knees and her breasts quivering as she struggled to breathe normally, she knew she presented both of her tormentors with a lewd picture of her gaping sex and her tight, puckered anus.

  The effect, while bringing Owen out in a cold sweat, wasn’t lost on Ali either. Faced with Leigh’s engorged labia glistening so prettily between her long, stockinged legs, Ali felt the torrid blood swirling through her veins. Once again she deliberated - did she really want to see Owen plunge his cock deep inside Leigh’s honeyed quim? He was no slave, didn’t belong to her the way Jurgen did, and somehow that made a difference.

  “Ok Doctor, she’s all yours!”

  Leigh’s terrified, “don’t leave me!” earned her a slap round the face from Ali’s cruel hand.

  Concluding at last that it would be just too painful to watch a bastard like Owen defile her treasure, Ali erected a buffer zone around her hardening heart. By God, he’d pay - and how!

  “Is there a back door to this place?”

  She stood tapping her foot while she awaited his reply. At length, he nodded his head and gave her hurried directions to the emergency exit that led out the back of the breeze-block building.

  “Then I’ll see you out the back. When you’ve done with her, just wrap her in the blanket,” she indicated the white cover on the couch, “and bring her out.”

  Rather than wait inside while Leigh was being ravished, Ali sat in her car for a while, running her fingers over the Ferrari’s upholstery. How much longer should she give Owen?

  Surgery was over - Nina would be getting suspicious if Leigh didn’t appear soon. After all, as far as Nina was concerned, the arrangement regarding Owen was between herself and Ali’s hard-done-by friend, Leigh was merely the receptionist and had nothing to do with it.

  Ali smiled. She did so love being in control of other people’s lives.

  She was somehow relieved when she saw the part-time nurse come out and get in her car, but was at the same time agitated. The very idea of Leigh under the command of that bastard Owen was getting too much to handle. The thought of his filthy hands touching her...

  Her heart was thumping and her blood pumping as she glanced at her watch. There was only one thing for it - while Owen was having fun playing his little games, she’d play one of her own. Lust flickered in her depths as she opened the Ferrari’s door and stretched out one leather-clad leg. She checked her slicked-back hair in the mirror, then slid from the seat.

  Almost knocking into her as she re-entered the waiting room by the front door, the young, black doctor treated her to a gorgeous, sexy smile that momentarily took her mind off other, more pressing events. She knew who he was; her investigations had revealed that he’d had a bit of a thing with Leigh. But then, who the hell hadn’t!?

  “Sorry,” he took in her outrageous appearance, “surgery’s over for the morning.” All at once his expression changed to one of recognition, and the smile wavered. “If you’d like to make an appointment with the receptionist...”

  Nina caught his attention with a cheerful, “it’
s ok, Doctor Proudfoot. She’s waiting for me.”

  “Oh, right!” There was a look of relief in his expression as he gave Nina a wave and stepped aside to let Ali pass. Then, staying her by the arm, he asked “I don’t suppose you’ve seen Leigh? I was hoping to have a word with her.”

  Playing the innocent so as not to alert Nina to her relationship with Leigh, or her whereabouts, she said casually, “do you mean the redhead that works here? I think I’ve just seen her getting in a car with that guy from the petrol station.”

  Silently thanking her cruel, lying forebear for passing on the deceitful gene, Ali accepted Errol’s thanks with a wicked grin. When he’d gone, she strode into the reception area, wondering how the hell he could possibly know her identity.

  “What’s up, Ali?” For the first time Nina seemed to realize that things weren’t going to plan. “Isn’t your friend coming? I thought it was today that the two of you were going to do your stuff with Owen? I mean, that’s why you’re here, isn’t it? I saw you go down to his consulting room. I thought you’d done something to him then. Look, if you need help...”

  “It’s all under control.”

  “Perhaps not - I think you might have a bit of a problem. Do you know Leigh?”

  Ali gave a non-committal shrug of her shoulders.

  “You couldn’t have seen her get in a car- at least, I don’t think so. I saw her go down to Owen’s consulting room earlier, just before you did. The thing is, I haven’t seen her come out. So where’s she gone?”

  “Out the back way?” Ali suggested.

  “Oh, I didn’t think of that. Between you and me, she’s quite lovely.”

  What the hell was this? Did the whole fucking world have the hots for Leigh?

  She pushed the thought to the back of her mind. Besides, right now she had her heart set on something rather different. While Owen was occupied with Leigh, she’d occupy herself elsewhere. Her nipples were already hardening at the thought of it.

  “Look, Nina, why don’t you just tidy up or whatever it is you have to do, then go home? I can handle Owen.”

  With a determined toss of her head, she turned and headed off down the corridor. In a tone of studied casualness, she called back over her shoulder, “by the way, has Terence left yet?”

  Nina’s laughing voice followed her as the penny dropped. “You’ve got to be kidding! You mean, he’s...he’s one of your- no, not Terence! Shall I phone through and let him know you’re on your way?”

  Ali shook her head as she uncoiled the length of cord from her pocket.

  “No, I want to surprise him.”

  With a mile-wide smile, a fully clothed Owen humped his load over his shoulder. He pushed open the emergency exit and emerged carrying the rolled, white blanket in which he’d wrapped Leigh. Scanning the area for Ali, he made his way across the baked earth, stones and rubble of what had been the building site on which the surgery was erected.

  Forlorn tufts of couch grass and the occasional wild poppy fought bravely to get a toehold between the stones, take-away chicken boxes, globs of chewing gum and empty beer bottles.

  “Over here.”

  He followed the voice, which came from the shorter length of the L-shaped waste ground. Ali stepped out from between a burnt out van in the corner and her Ferrari, looking incongruous against such a backdrop of neighbourhood dilapidation. With her insides still glowing and her quim still tingling from its encounter with Terence’s thick, rampant cock, she used her foot to scrape at the ground. She kicked away the largest pieces of debris to form a clearing, then pointed down at the relatively clear patch.

  “There.”

  Owen deposited the blanket on the spot and on Ali’s command unrolled it. Together he and Ali helped Leigh to her feet.

  “Thanks, Doctor.” Ali dismissed him with a wave of her hand. “Could you just leave us for a moment? I won’t go anywhere until you come back, then perhaps we can come to some arrangement regarding this piece of baggage.”

  But Owen wasn’t ready to be dismissed and stood his ground.

  There was a rare warmth in Ali’s smile as she removed the strip of bandage around Leigh’s lips along with the one rolled up in her mouth, which she tossed aside. Caught by a sudden gust of wind, the bandage uncoiled as it took to the air. Alighting on a nearby cluster of tall stinging nettles, it decorated itself like tinsel on a Christmas tree.

  With the fluttering gentleness of a butterfly, Ali’s finger traced the line of Leigh’s soft, pink lips. Then, under Owen’s horrified gaze, she brought her head down towards the abused captive’s terrified and sweat-covered face.

  “I’m so proud of you,” Ali whispered against her mouth before her lips closed over it. Leigh responded by closing her eyes and returning the kiss, and for a moment nothing mattered except that the friends were together again.

  Owen’s mind was suddenly filled with lurid pictures of his wife with her lesbian lovers. He’d never been one of those men to fantasise about two women and, quite frankly, had always found the idea disgusting. Yet something had changed. Watching the dominant-submissive games of these two extraordinary women gave him a very different reaction indeed; if he didn’t attend to it soon he’d be in great discomfort.

  Ali reached round behind Leigh’s back and ran her hands up and down her arms, still bandaged together. From the corner of her eye she saw Owen’s hand stray to the front of his trousers. He caught her glance and was immediately speared with an icy blast from her dark eyes.

  “Dr. Brand,” she prompted as she broke the kiss, “if you don’t mind!”

  With a sullen, “I won’t be long,” Owen disappeared back inside the building.

  “Please, Mistress,” Leigh’s whisper was barely audible, “can we go home now?”

  “Don’t you want to go through with our deal?”

  “You double-crossed me!”

  Trust the stupid bitch to wreck the magic of the moment! Ali thought tetchily as she administered a stinging slap to Leigh’s left cheek.

  “Don’t you ever forget that I’m the mistress and you’re the slave. In other words, slut, you’ve got no right to question my motives.”

  Nevertheless, there was something about the accusatory look in Leigh’s pale eyes and a sweet, vulnerable tone to her voice that scratched at the surface of Ali’s hardened heart. Now that she finally had the bitch where she wanted her, in a flash of inspiration she realized that what she actually wanted was something quite different; it wasn’t merely Leigh’s blind acceptance of her subjugation but something far harder to give...her permission.

  “I’m going to make you a once-in-a-lifetime offer, Leigh.”

  She reached out a hand and brushed the sweaty strands of red-gold hair from Leigh’s tear-smudged face, all the while fighting to keep the quivers that would betray her weakness from her voice. She knew it was a dreadful risk and set her chin firmly to try to instil as much authority into her voice as she was able.

  “I’m prepared to go through with my side of the bargain, but after all I’ve put you through, you might not want to come home with me afterwards. So the choice is this; either we drop the whole bargain thing and forget everything that’s happened between us or we carry on as planned.” Even as she doubted her own sanity, she heard herself elaborate. “What I’m offering is your freedom. You can go back to your old life and never see me again- and fight your own battles.

  “Alternatively, I’ll sort out the doctor for you and we’ll go home. But it would mean your agreeing of your own free will to be my slave and do everything that I demand. It’ll mean giving up the chance of freedom forever... I’ll never give you a second chance. You’ll receive nothing but abuse, discomfort and pain.”

  “And love, Ali... I saw it in your eyes.”

  “You imagined it!” Unable to meet her gaze, Ali’s regard f
astened on Leigh’s generous breasts that heaved temptingly. She wanted her so much it hurt. Gripped by a pulsating desire to throw her to the ground and give her a good seeing to, Ali hardly dared to breathe as her lips formed the question. “So, what’s it to be?”

  After one, agonizingly heart-stopping moment, Leigh’s broken whisper brought her up sharply.

  “Please, Mistress, I want to stay with you.”

  “And our deal?”

  “It’s still on.”

  A tiny gasp from Ali’s glossed lips coincided with her heart contracting. With a sigh of relief, her tension ebbed away, to be replaced at once by the inevitable flow of torrid agitation. The loving kindness of a mistress for her beloved slave melted into the ether as her black heart winced at its foolhardiness.

  “Then let’s get this bloody show on the road. Move yourself!”

  Barefoot, naked and vulnerable, Leigh was unable to avoid treading on the sharp little stones and jagged edged boulders, to say nothing of the broken glass, as Ali ushered her along the ‘L’ towards the surgery. With her arms still bandaged behind her back, she stood facing the wall beside the door, awaiting Ali’s next instructions.

  “Sit with your back against the wall. Give him a view to die for.” Ali made her sit on the stones with her legs open, “and remember, I don’t want to hear a bloody peep out of you.”

  By now, Leigh knew better than to question Ali’s motives as she turned and headed back towards her car. Feeling terribly demoralised and as helpless as a confetti petal caught in the wind, the sense of further betrayal was so strong she could almost taste it.

  Out of sight, Ali unlocked the door and slid behind the wheel. She gunned the engine. The wheels crunched and bumped over the waste ground. She braked level with Leigh.

  “I won’t be far away. And remember...” an erotic spark arced between the two women as Ali told her “I’ll be watching you.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Owen returned after a few minutes, closing the fire exit behind him. He was about to set off down the ‘L’ when his gaze fell upon Leigh, propped up so prettily exposed beside the door.