Nina hadn’t set eyes on her since she’d skipped off down the corridor with Ali. It was her guess that Leigh had slipped in to see Owen, and they’d had some kind of argument. Miffed, Leigh had resigned with immediate effect, leaving the place in the lurch.
Huh! Something else she’d make Owen pay for, Nina decided.
She’d rather liked the pale-eyed girl with the abundance of red-gold hair. She was pretty as a picture, had a lovely curvy figure, and, most pleasing of all, an innocence about her that Nina found particularly pleasing. Not only that, she had a soft, almost submissive nature which set Nina’s pussy twitching. Yes, she’d have liked to take the relationship a bit further but Owen had put paid to that.
Owen himself had done some kind of disappearing act. He hadn’t come home after morning surgery and hadn’t bothered to show up at all in the evening. Nina couldn’t believe that Ali would have kept him all day!
Nina smiled at her reflection in the full-length mirror, making a mental note to phone Ali and find out exactly what she’d done to him. Whatever it was, he’d not sneaked into the house until three o’clock in the morning.
Well, he was in for a shock this morning. Nina ran her fingers over her head. Having been used to feeling fine, silky strands, it felt odd to feel the cropped style. At about half an inch in length, each strand stood up like bristles in a hair brush. Her make-up was different, too. Having ditched her muted, natural tones, she’d striven for a more dramatic effect that was more in keeping with the new role she was about to take on. Smiling, she gently touched the small silver stud that pierced her nose. Ok, so she wasn’t a spring chicken anymore, but her new image had taken at least ten years off her.
Slipping the figure-hugging red Lycra top over her new Basque gave her a wonderful feeling of power. Once she’d fastened the side zip of the short black pencil skirt with a split up the side, she stepped back to see herself better. God, she felt wicked knowing that beneath her everyday clothes she was dressed for domination.
“Right, Owen,” she said aloud to her reflection, “meet the real Nina Brand. You won’t be throwing the marmalade jar at me this morning!”
On passing her dressing table, she tossed a used cotton wool ball in the bin and snatched up the riding crop.
Chapter Eighteen
Although she’d been with Ali for several months, this was only the fifth occasion on which Leigh had been sentenced to punishment in the playroom. Naked, gagged and with her hands tied behind her back, she stood with her eyes lowered submissively.
Following Ali’s instructions, Jurgen led her over to a white cabinet, about the size of a writing desk, on the top of which was a padded, black leather mattress. He linked his fingers, then bending down he lowered his hands to form a step so that Leigh could clamber up, after which he untied her hands.
“Lie down.”
Once she was settled, he moved the cabinet, mounted on casters, from its home in the corner to a spot in the centre of the room, where he locked the casters into position.
About waist height, incorporated into the design of the cabinet were several cupboards and drawers, all of which contained various harnesses, ropes and sex toys. In addition, there were two sections which could be fitted as required to either end to elongate the top. Once in place, they could be raised or lowered.
Today, only the head end had been fitted and raised to an angle of 30 degrees. Sitting with her back and head supported, Leigh’s long legs dangled over the end.
Jurgen drew her attention to several sets of wide, black leather straps fitted at intervals down either side of the cabinet’s top. He brought the first two straps up beneath her armpits and buckled them tightly above her breasts before buckling another pair below her breasts and a third around her waist. Then he operated a switch that lowered the top slowly, to the accompaniment of a low-toned buzzing sound.
Although Ali had had the equipment installed a couple of weeks back, Leigh hadn’t seen how it operated and panic set in. Unable to speak, she made incoherent sounds into her gag. Once again following orders, Jurgen ignored what were obvious pleas for help and continued to operate the apparatus until her head and upper body were lowered so much that her hair touched the floor.
She felt dizzy as the blood rushed to her head and thought she was about to pass out, but she was still fully conscious as, instead of fitting the section at the foot end he fitted a metal device. It had three long, metal prongs, the outer two having metal attachments covered in black leather, shaped rather like large hands.
Jurgen raised her bottom so that she was in an impossibly uncomfortable position, then fitted the ‘hands’ in such a way that they held her buttocks about a foot above the mattress. This had the effect of raising her knees so that she was able to rest her feet on either side of the mattress. Then Jurgen’s huge hands closed around her ankle and, lifting her foot clear of the mattress, he lowered it over the side and secured it in place by means of a further strap. He then circled the table and did the same thing the other side.
All at once she felt something cold and hard nudging open the fleshy lips of her labia, then as the lips peeled back, the metal, plum-shaped device on the end of the middle prong invaded her, pushing deep into her tight vagina.
Jurgen’s excitement at the sight of the vulnerable girl was obvious as his cock speared upward and forbidden words came out on hoarse gasps.
“Mistress Blackheart designed it with you in mind. She may have a pile of dosh stashed away some place, but she still believes in value for money, so she had a separate attachment made for men. There’s a sort of clamp that fits round the balls and some sort of ring that fits tightly over the shaft.”
He came round to stand by her head. As she looked at him from her upside-down position, he removed her gag. But before she’d had time to beg for her release, he took her head between his hands and stuffed his erect shaft into her mouth. And, not having had a cock in her mouth for weeks, she sucked with relish as he took her nipples between finger and thumb, twirling and tweaking.
Once they were swollen and hard, he produced clamps, which he closed around her nipples. The chain that joined them hung down over her face. He tightened them so tightly that she accidentally bit into his flesh. That seemed to excite him even more and in a wild frenzy he pumped his massive organ in and out with such force that he almost choked her.
“Oh-oh-oh-oh- I’m coming!”
No sooner had he shouted the words than he was filling her mouth with his hot, gloopy seed. Unable to swallow it, she’d no choice but to let it dribble from her mouth as he withdrew. And, being as she was hanging wrong way up, the sperm had nowhere to go but over her face and up her nose. She closed her eyes as it stuck to her eyelids and matted her hair.
Immediately, Jurgen fixed the gag back in place.
“Ok, that’s you settled for awhile.”
Leaving her sticky, agonizingly uncomfortable and dizzy, with the chain dangling down over her face, he left her alone to look at the world upside down while finished his chores.
Hours later, Leigh was amazingly calm, though by now she was aching in every limb. Even so, life here with Ali had brought more happiness into her life over these past weeks than she could ever have imagined possible. The hedonistic delights she’d experienced in Ali’s strange household were an unexpected bonus and well worth the pain.
And she was in pain.
She winced. It didn’t do any good to struggle against her bonds, except for when Ali had popped her head round the door to check on her. For the look of lustful adoration that she’d seen in Ali’s dark eyes when she looked down on her captive made Leigh glow with pride, and she’d writhed and groaned with enthusiasm to further her friend’s enjoyment.
Suddenly, Leigh tensed. Two sets of footsteps click-clicked their way down the corridor towards the playroom.
“Good Lord! It�
��s Leigh!”
Nina’s shock at seeing Leigh so basely displayed was as great as Leigh’s own shock at Nina’s changed appearance, though it only took a moment for Nina to recover herself. Walking slowly, her gaze never wavered as she looked Leigh’s body over as appreciatively as if she were a rare jewel in an intricate setting, rather than flesh and blood sadistically exhibited and maltreated.
“She’s beautiful.” Standing by her head, Nina looked down into the grey-green eyes that stared back at her. “What on earth is she doing here?”
The atmosphere was charged with high voltage, female eroticism as, standing opposite Nina at Leigh’s shoulder, Ali traced a feathery path over the swell of Leigh’s breasts with her long, scarlet fingernail. She was ravenous for a repeat performance of the flogging Leigh had received at Nina’s hand, and yet... foreboding was in the air.
“You still haven’t guessed?” Pulses throbbed and quivered in every secret part of Ali’s body. “Bloody hell, Nina, I gave you enough clues!”
Nina’s voice stayed alarmingly calm as she mentally completed the puzzle.
“You mean - she’s the little slut that was having it away with that bastard Owen? She’s the friend you talked about, the reason you set out to punish him?”
“You should have realized when you saw first saw her at the surgery. After all, you’d already thrashed her senseless.”
Nina’s fiendish smile was the twin of Ali’s as she processed this new information.
“Why didn’t you say something, Ali? Did she know it was me?”
“Not until she met you.” With a hint of kindness, Ali removed the nipple clamps.
“Poor girl must have gone through hell.” There was a venomous glint in Nina’s eyes. “No wonder she resigned.”
“What’ve I told you about pity? Of course it was difficult for her, that’s what made the whole thing so exciting. That’s not why she resigned though; she resigned because I told her to.” Ali laughed. “Except that she didn’t! I wrote the letter and left it on her behalf. You see, I own her.”
“Own her? I thought she was your friend?”
Nina sidled down the side of the cabinet until she stood level with Leigh’s hips. She skimmed her fingers over the contours of Leigh’s lower regions, studying the way the metal prong violated her sex.
“And she agreed to all of this?”
“Not exactly.” Ali’s patience was wearing thin. “Look, do you want to use her before you set off for the chateau, or not?”
“Now that I’ve seen her like this, something else comes to mind.”
There was a dramatic pause, during which Ali’s posture became taut with barely controlled anger.
“Then don’t piss about,” scowl lines creased Ali’s forehead, “tell me your idea.”
“Now that I’ve finally got rid of Owen, and seeing as how I’m not leaving for the chateau for another couple of weeks, how would it be if I borrowed her, took her back to the house for a few days until I go?”
Jealous fury erupted in Ali’s belly. However, there was little to be gained from arguing with the woman, so she merely speared her with a hostile gaze and said in her satiny tones “no. I’m willing to let you practice on her this evening, providing, as before, you don’t touch her tits or her cunt. But anything more than that’s out of the question.”
“Alright, but I don’t want her gagged. It’s time I heard her scream. And how would it be if she watched the strokes coming?”
“I’ll agree to that,” Ali was rather partial to hearing Leigh scream herself.
Ali had Jurgen take Leigh to the sitting room where she was made to stand on the platform as before. Except this time her feet were chained to the platform about three feet apart, and her arms, handcuffed at the wrists, were stretched tautly above her head and attached to one of the chains that dangled from the ceiling.
She wasn’t gagged nor did she wear a hood or blindfold, and watched in terror as the two women, both dressed for lustful domination, entered the room. While Ali wore her usual leather, the modelesque Nina wore a shiny, red rubber Basque that clung to her curves and emphasised her fluid movements. Her boots, thigh high but with lower heels than Ali’s, were also fashioned from red rubber.
And Leigh noticed at once that Nina carried a riding crop, while Ali carried a very thin, whippy cane.
Ali turned to the cropped-haired blonde at her side. “I’ll start,” she stepped up to the platform, “stand back.” She closed her fingers around Leigh’s nipples, already sore and throbbing from having worn the clamps for so long, and gave each a vicious twist that made Leigh yell. Releasing her grip, Ali stroked Leigh’s untidy hair from her face. “Tonight you can scream your fucking head off. Keep your eyes open and watch the lashes come. Better still, count them.”
Ali drew back her arm, mentally finding her mark. Then, as the twin fires of lust and jealousy raged within her, she landed the first cutting blow across Leigh’s thigh, raising an instant line of crimson.
Leigh’s “one!” was like a siren going off.
When Ali had finished and Leigh’s body was racked with pain and criss-crossed in a fine mesh of angry red lines, Ali stood back. Then, as promised, she left Leigh in the capable hands of Nina while she went to see to a client who’d just arrived.
Nina flogged Leigh terribly, and even as Ali took John Micklem through to the playroom, she heard Leigh’s screams. However, she didn’t become unduly concerned until the screams subsided, then stopped.
When she returned to the sitting room, it was to find both women gone. Blind fury erupted as she feared the worst. Searching the apartment in earnest, she burst into the kitchen, where Jurgen was on his knees, washing the floor in the required manner, with the cloth between his teeth.
“Where are they?” she clutched the handle of her cane so tightly that her nails drew blood in her own palm. “Did she take her?”
Confusedly, he dropped the cloth. “Mistress?”
“Mistress Nina; did she take Leigh home with her?”
“No, Mistress, she took her to your bedroom.”
Ali swept from the room. Then, like a bullet from a gun she exploded into her bedroom, then stopped dead. She could hardly contain her fury or believe her eyes at the scene being played out on her own bed, nor the slurping noises that came from two pussies as each woman pleasured the other, sex to mouth and mouth to sex.
Nina looked up from her inverted position on top of Leigh, her chin dripping with Leigh’s juices, while Leigh, unable to pull away from beneath the vagina that pressed over her lips, continued sucking and licking.
“Hi, Ali. Why don’t you join us?”
Tethered hand and foot to the posts of Ali’s bed, there was nothing Leigh could do but stay put. Nina, on the other hand, decided to stay where she was for the sheer joy of it.
“She tastes wonderful, Ali.”
Ali, her face flushing a deepening shade of pink, stomped to the side of the bed and raised the cane over Nina’s prone figure.
“Unless you want a taste of lacerated thighs yourself, you get the hell out of here now!”
“I’m sorry,” Nina detached her sex from Leigh’s face. Slowly, she adjusted her position so that she was straddling Leigh’s waist. “I didn’t think you’d mind. Look, if it’s payment you want...”
“You think I’m going to prostitute her for payment? You stupid fucking cow! Haven’t you grasped anything? If I prostitute her it’ll be for my enjoyment, not money. Get out now, Nina, and we’ll say no more about it. Go to the chateau as planned.”
“Look, I don’t want it to end like this, Ali.”
“It’s not ending unless you make it. I’m prepared to forget if you go now. I’ll be coming to the chateau for a visit some time next Spring. We’ll get together then for a glass or two of wine and we can maybe share
in some fun there.”
Sullenly, Nina rose from the bed. “Maybe I’ll give you a call in a
month or so, when I’ve settled in.”
“I’ll look forward to it.”
Fighting down the anger that still raged in her loins, Ali turned on an almost warm smile and held Nina at arm’s length. She kissed her on both cheeks in the French manner.
“Goodbye Nina, and good luck.”
“Will you take care of Claire for me?”
“Claire Rankin?” Ali laughed. “It’ll be the first time I’ll have had husband and wife as clients. Let’s hope they don’t find about each other!”
With that, the two women parted. Nina went to collect her things while Ali stood looking down at Leigh.
“How dare you give yourself to her!?”
“I could hardly give myself, Mistress - look at me, humiliated, beaten and tethered.”
“But you enjoyed it! Don’t deny it, I can see it in your face... and down your thighs. You’ve been positively dripping! You’re the filthiest slut I’ve ever had to deal with, and I swear on Maitland’s grave that you’re going to pay for it now.”
She brought her head down and closed her mouth over Leigh’s, tasting Nina’s juices as she crushed her lips against her own in a searing kiss. She flung her tongue inside the warm cavern and, at the same time, inserted the handle of her cane inside Leigh’s pussy, frigging her feverishly.
And, disconnected from reality, Leigh bathed in the eroticism of it all. As the first quivers of climax claimed her, her muscles cramped, tautening her legs against their bonds and locking them painfully rigid. Unable to scream out her pain and delight for the mouth that stifled her cries, she could do nothing but float as if above herself.
Ali pulled away and yanked the cane from Leigh’s moist opening. Then, with the speed of a magician’s sleight of hand, she brought the cane down across the wet, inflamed labial lips, making Leigh shriek.
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