by Nicole Dere
Jill gestured helplessly, her face still flaming. ‘I... it’s late. My clothes... I must be getting back to my digs.’
‘No sweat. I’ve phoned your landlady. Told her you won’t be in tonight.’
‘But... but - ’
‘You sound like a farting moped!’ Jackie laughed. ‘Come on through to the living room.’
‘But,’ Jill’s voice rose in distress. ‘Can I put something on?’
‘Why? I’ve got the electric fire. And you look so abso-fuckin-lutely gorgeous, sweetheart. Why spoil a lonely old dike’s bit of pleasure?’
She grinned, her white teeth gleaming as she threw the word at Jill like a challenge, laying the situation baldly between them. Jill gave a little shiver, dropped her gaze. She felt bested somehow, both ashamed and perversely excited by her submission. She followed Jackie to the living room, noting the delineation of the calf muscles, the trimness of the bare heels. She was relieved to see that the curtains had been pulled across. The room looked cosy; there was a sense of comfort and insulation from the outside world in the pools of light and shadow cast by several lamps strategically positioned about the room, and in the cheering glow cast by the fire and the flicker of the magi-coal effect. That feeling of insulation was something she badly needed just now, Jill realised. She curled into an armchair, drawing her legs up to one side and tucking her heels into her buttocks. The slight roughness of the upholstery on her sensitive skin, the novelty of being entirely unclothed in this setting, had a startlingly rousing effect on her. She felt the pulse of that arousal beat within her, despite the discomfort. Without thinking, she picked up the small cushion and hugged it to her lap, thus hiding her lower belly and partly concealing her breasts, whose nipples had hardened, though not through cold. Jackie stared so pointedly, and with such a smile, that Jill thought she must have noticed, and blushed even more. The firelight and the flickering coal effect dappled her flesh, gave it a roseate hue.
‘Come on, help yourself. Coffee pot’s on, I’ll pour us a cup later. Just make yourself at home, sweety.’
The meal had been set out on the dining table, which stood in the bay of the large window. In spite of her embarrassment, Jill was able to note the impressive proportions of the room, the height of the ceiling, the ornate scrolls of the plaster cornice which crowned the walls, and the elaborate circle of the ceiling rose in its centre. The fire was set into the broad chimney-breast which stood more than six feet across in the middle of one wall, and thus created alcoves either side of it, which were lined with shelves containing an impressive array of books and a variety of ornaments. In one of the alcoves, the one furthest from the window, on a wider shelf only a couple of feet from the floor, stood a TV set and a hi-fi tower. The broad chimney breast was covered in a dark wallpaper of vertical stripes, which accentuated the height of the room. The rest of the walls were plain, the embossed pattern of the thick paper covered with a pale pastel colour, close to white but described as ‘apple green’. Surrounding the fire was a tiled fireplace and hearth, with a darkly panelled surround and high mantelshelf, in keeping with the original Victorian atmosphere still strongly stamped upon the room. However, the thickly piled plain carpet, laid wall to wall in a rich mossy green was, like the electric fire, one of a number of concessions to modernity and comfort.
‘It’s lovely.’ Jill reluctantly unfolded herself and rose. For a second she kept the cushion clamped to her stomach, then surrendered it. She moved awkwardly, taking small steps, aware of every inch of herself, the feel of the thick carpet against her soles, the warm eddies of air over her uncovered form. ‘I’m not used to being naked,’ she confessed, her face burning, her eyes unable to meet Jackie’s steady, amused gaze. ‘Not like this.’ She gestured around her. ‘Can’t I... won’t you let me put something on? A dressing gown or something?’ She noted the amended form of her request; another example of her submission, of her recognition of Jackie’s authority over her. Why was she surrendering like this, so easily, without resistance?
Jackie laughed. ‘Christ, if that’s all that’s worrying you... there, is that better?’ She tugged at the cord of the short robe and flung it off, tossing it carelessly onto the high-backed sofa. ‘Now you can feel good, comparing your lip-smacking loveliness with my raddled old bod. Go on, have a good laugh and get it over with.’
But her words were far from the truth, and she knew it, Jill guessed. She couldn’t help staring at the displayed form, naked as her own now. Jackie stood legs apart, arms akimbo, offering herself. She had a splendid body, Jill acknowledged, though her figure was fuller than some might consider as fashionable. The musculature of her frame was well defined; it was clear she kept herself in shape, though the curve of her belly and the hang of her full breasts, as well as the tops of her thighs and generous buttocks, indicated that some might say she could afford to shed a pound or two. But they would be quibbling. Certainly, the ghosts of the former dwellers of this solid house would look on her as a fine example of female pulchritude.
Her breasts hung ripely, crowned with vividly dark areola, and nipples appropriately sized, standing proudly forth from their surrounds. The pubic bush was ample too, spreading over the mound at the base of the belly, but its neat triangle and even texture of dark hair testified to the grooming it received.
She stepped close and slipped her arm around Jill’s waist. Jill felt their hips nudge companionably together as Jackie guided her to the table. ‘Get used to it, baby. Every chance I get I’m going to have you out of your clobber. In fact, I don’t know how I’m ever going to be able to keep my hands off you.’
Jill curled up in the chair again. She placed the cushion on her lap, this time with the excuse of using it as a resting place for her plate. She felt the conflict stirring within her. What was happening to her? How had she got here, like this? How had she become this woman’s... whatever it was? Not ‘lover’, surely? She had simply taken her, possessed her, while Jill was still in a kind of stupor after being terrified out of her wits up on that balcony. Was that why she had been taken there? Was that what Barlow had intended, to scare her so badly that she would be able to have her wicked way with her? Now she was beginning to sound like one of those wimpy heroines in the Gothic novels the original inhabitants of this building probably revelled in.
She cleared her throat nervously. ‘Look, about today, I hardly... we don’t know each other. I mean, I’ve never, you know...’ her voice died away, she gestured at her own body then at Jackie sprawled unselfconsciously, or rather displaying herself, in the chair on the other side of the hearth. One leg was hooked over the upholstered arm, the other stretched out, the foot close to the replica fender. Thus, the area of her genitals, crowned by that luxuriant bush of dark pubic hair, was carelessly - or probably knowingly - exposed. Jill could see the dark coral colour fringing the slit of the labia, the folds gathered at the uppermost peak. It made her aware again of her own soreness, and the violent power of the orgasm this woman had caused.
Jackie gave a deep laugh. ‘You’re telling me I’m wrong? You’re not a les at all? I didn’t rape you, sugar, believe me. Or have you forgotten how you were begging me to finish it for you? “Make it happen!” You were squealing like a little piggie and your cute little heels were drumming on my back nineteen to the dozen! If that was your first time then all I can say is you should be bloody grateful, because you were born to it. And now you know that too.’
Jill felt she was at a crisis point. She had to put an end to this. She jumped up, placing the plate down on the fireside rug. ‘I want to leave. I want to go now. I want my things, my clothes, please.’
‘You’re going nowhere, my girl. Sit down and stop getting your non-existent knickers in a twist.’
Jill gave what was close to another squeal, of frustration and anger this time. ‘I’ll get them myself then. I’m leaving, right now. You’ve absolutely no right to...’ her breath caught
on a sob and she strode determinedly towards the door. But she gasped and shrieked as for the second time - or was it the third? - her world turned on its head and spun madly out of kilter. She felt an arm clamp itself about her waist, another slid under her left shoulder and she was swung round and borne back to land with a breath-expelling thump onto the mercifully soft fullness of the settee. Her legs and arms waved feebly in useless defence as everything she thought she had learnt in her recent training fled her spinning mind. In a trice Jackie was on her and she was lifted and turned again, until she found herself sprawled facedown, bent across Jackie’s firm knees and thighs, which rubbed against her own belly as she struggled hopelessly, her feet beating the cushions in a rapid, fruitless tattoo. A loud crack and a simultaneous flare of burn across her bottom marked the first of a torrent of sharp, stinging blows delivered with the open palm, as Jackie spanked and Jill howled and twisted, held easily across her aggressor’s knee while her bottom grew fiery red and burned abominably, and her sobs of frustration and rage were transformed to sobs of pleading and abject apology.
When the punishment ceased Jackie pushed her off her lap, and Jill fell to the carpet. For several seconds she squirmed inelegantly, blubbering and clawing at her hot and throbbing behind, unmindful of the spectacle she offered. Jackie’s mouth twitched in a smile of pleasure, while her vaginal passage spasmed with fiercely rekindled desire. At last Jill stood, head down, weeping softly, her hands still massaging her aching buttocks.
‘Now, sweety,’ Jackie said, reaching out for the woebegone figure and pulling her back down onto the couch. ‘So far you’ve had at least ninety percent of the fun. I may be butch, girlie, but even I need satisfying. So here comes lesson number three in keeping the boss happy. Right?’ She pushed Jill down along the length of the settee and spread herself over her, breast to breast, belly to belly, their limbs interlocked. ‘I said, right?’ Her hands clamped like iron bands around Jill’s arms and the girl gave a soft little whimper.
‘Yuh-yes, Ma’am,’ she stuttered, before Jackie sealed her mouth with her own.
Chapter Three
When Jill woke for the second time in Jackie’s bed it was with the same sense of disorientation, but this time a bright sun was burning directly onto her face, and she screwed up her eyes, waiting for the room to settle into focus.
‘Come on, sweetheart, wakey-wakey! I’ve got to be off in a minute.’
Jill blinked at the tumbled wreck of sheet and blanket and its emptiness at her side, where Jackie’s sturdy body had lain intimately entangled with hers when she had finally fallen asleep in the early hours of the morning. Now the freshly groomed figure, neat in a dark trouser suit with dazzling white shirt, its pointed collar open at the neck to reveal the tanned throat, was beaming down at her, one hand ruffling the dark head on the pillow with vigorous affection. Jill sat up, instinctively clutching the sheet to her breast. ‘What? Oh gosh, I’ve slept... I’m sorry. Just wait, I’ll be ready in a minute or two.’
She swung her feet from under the bedclothes to the floor, then groaned quietly, made forcibly aware of her aching muscles, the tenderness between her legs and her sore buttocks, and she winced as she stood. She felt the dull ache in her bottom as she took her first uncertain steps. She caught a glimpse of herself in the dresser mirror, the darkened blotches on each buttock, and her toes dug into the carpet in embarrassment as she replayed the vivid events of the previous night. Her neck and shoulders ached too, when she moved her head. And no wonder. She recalled with blushing clarity the sensation of being stretched out, tumbled onto the floor from her kneeling crouch on the sofa, her face driven deep into the musk of Jackie’s belly as she lapped at the wet gape of female sex in those last frenzied minutes of their lovemaking.
Jackie had been gentleness itself afterwards, picking up the weeping figure, guiding her to the bathroom, sharing the tub where she cradled her in her arms, covering her with light kisses while she bathed her, then dried and dusted her, and sprayed her with perfume. In the bed she had once more enfolded her, and her hands stroked and teased Jill’s sore flesh with caresses that soothed even as they stirred her to new arousal. Lost and bewildered, as much at her own behaviour and acceptance of this tumultuous day and night as their wild events, she sobbed in her new lover’s arms and thrilled and surrendered to the older woman’s tender dominion over her.
Now, on this new bright day, she was shocked anew at all that had befallen her. ‘I’ll be as quick as I can,’ she mumbled, and winced at the stab of aching muscles as she made her way to the bathroom.
‘There’s no need to come in today,’ Jackie said blithely. ‘You take your time. Get to know the place. I’ve got to pop into the office, show my face. Then I’ll go over to your digs and pick up your things. I’ll square it with Mrs Mullins.’
Jill stared at her in consternation, unaware of the comical element in her prim pose as she sat with knees together, feet pointed like a ballet dancer, on the pot. ‘But wait a minute,’ she blurted. ‘I can’t just move out of my new place. I’ve only just got here to Benbrough and moved in. And I like it. Please, I need time to - ’
‘To what?’ Jackie interrupted. ‘To get to know me?’ She gave that wide, oddly intimidating grin. ‘I think you’ve done that pretty well already, don’t you, sugar? You are bloody gorgeous and I’m wetting my knicks every time I look at you. And you; well, you’re not exactly immune to me, are you? No, you’re here to stay and that’s the end of it. I don’t want to hear any more, right?’ Once more she tousled Jill’s hair, and then turned away and held up her hand. ‘I’ve got your keys out of your bag. Hope you haven’t got too much stuff stashed away at the Mullins’. I guess not. Anyway, don’t worry; I’ll make sure I’ve got everything.’
‘But, they’ll expect me in at work,’ Jill complained, trying another tack. ‘What about DCS Sharp? I’ve only just arrived. I - ’
‘Hey! You’re my baby, remember? You belong to me. Got it?’
Jill stood, smarting with embarrassment and annoyance. ‘I really think I should go into work today, Ma’am. And I’d really prefer to sort out my digs myself, if you don’t mind.’ Her voice quavered and her face was red. She felt ridiculous and vulnerable as she stood unclothed before the smiling, confident figure of her boss.
Jackie chuckled and shook her head, as though Jill had said something amusing. ‘You finished in here?’ she asked rhetorically, the subject suddenly changed. ‘Cleaned your teeth? No? Here’s a spare toothbrush.’ She took one from the wall cabinet and handed it to the speechless girl. ‘Now hurry up.’ Then she turned and left the bathroom.
Jill stood blinking after her, her heart beating rapidly. Had she won the confrontation? Had Jackie capitulated? Jill was uncertain even of her own feelings as she hastily washed and used the toothbrush to clean her pearly-white teeth and freshen her mouth. In a sudden mood of defiance she plucked one of the large towels from the heated rail and wrapped it round herself, tucking it in at her cleavage.
‘Can I have my clothes, please?’ She padded out into the hall, and was about to cross to the living room when Jackie’s voice called from the bedroom.
‘In here, sweety.’
Jackie was standing over on the other side of the bed, her back to Jill as she entered, bent over the bedside cabinet. ‘Come over here a minute, will you?’ The tone was pleasant and beckoning. Puzzled, Jill moved round the bed to her side. ‘Slip this on, babe.’
Jill’s jaw dropped. Jackie was holding a thick leather strap, like a dog’s collar, with a large metal fastening and pointed metal studs along one side. The collar was about four centimetres wide, with a large ring for the attachment of a chain. ‘I don’t want it too tight. Don’t want to choke you, do we?’ She laughed, as pleasantly as before, but Jill was still staring dumbfounded.
‘But, what are - ?’
‘What have I been telling you?’ Jackie went on dismissiv
ely. ‘What’s the first thing you’ve got to learn in our job? Obedience, right? Chain of command, remember? You obey orders; you don’t stand there questioning them. And right now it’s my orders you obey. You’d better learn that fast, baby.’ Then suddenly she snapped right in Jill’s startled face. ‘Oh for fuck’s sake sit down before I tan your arse again!’
Her hand dug into Jill’s bare shoulder and thrust her down onto the springy bed. Jill felt the rough grasp of the collar around her slim throat, even as her hands lifted defensively, but with no real conviction with which to thwart Jackie as she quickly slipped the collar through the fastener and drew it tight. ‘All right?’ her superior hissed through clenched teeth, holding it in place.
‘It’s too tight,’ Jill complained dejectedly, her eyes filling with tears. ‘What are you doing to me? Let me go, please.’
Jackie released the band by one notch then pressed the fastener, which clicked into place. What the bewildered Jill had taken to be a buckle turned out to be a small padlock, which could only be opened with a key. The large ring encircling the leather chafed coldly against her neck on the other side. ‘Why are you doing this to me?’ she wept pleadingly. ‘I thought... I thought you liked me.’
‘I love you, you silly bitch!’ Jackie said so roughly that Jill jerked away from her again. ‘And you’re going to love me. But like I said, I must have your total obedience, my girl. Once we establish that everything will be hunky-dory. Let’s just say this is all part of the learning process. Now lie back on the bed.’
Jill was shaking. All at once whatever vestige of will that was left drained away and she obeyed, lifting her legs onto the still disordered bedclothes. She began to cry as Jackie plucked away the towel from her, and then produced a sturdy chain, about four feet long. She clipped one end to the metal ring on the collar and the other to the bedrail, where she secured it with a small brass padlock. ‘There,’ she said, straightening up and looking pleased with herself. ‘You can move around the bed and reach the cabinets either side. There’s magazines and books. I’ll bring you your breakfast and a flask of coffee. Now be a good girl for me, OK? Have a nice quiet day.’ She grinned smugly. ‘You must have some sleep to catch up on. I know I’m shattered. I’ll be back for lunch. Oh, and if you want to pee, don’t. If you pee the bed I’ll be pissed off. And you know what I do when I’m pissed off, don’t you, sweety?’ She nodded eloquently towards Jill’s bruised rear.
