Teena: A House of Ill Repute

by Jennifer Jane Pope

  'Hold there, bitch!' she heard Burrows' rough command, and a moment later felt the pressure of his blood-filled knob pressing against her sex. As she had learned to do, she relaxed, allowing him easy entry. He slid into her quickly, grasping her flanks and pulling her back, slamming into her with a grunt of satisfaction.

  'Woof!' she said in a commendable imitation she knew now would earn her the odd extra tid-bit and the odd small kindness. When he first instructed her on this Maudie had felt ridiculous, but now it, along with everything else, seemed almost a normal part of her everyday existence. 'Woof!' she repeated, and then started a low whining. She felt him withdraw partially, and then thrust in again. Her whine became a howl, for she understood now that her performance could control the length of time she was forced to endure this humiliation. The more convincing she was, the quicker the keeper usually climaxed.

  She felt him picking up the pace, in and out, in and out... she howled again and felt her pulse beginning to quicken. She flexed her internal muscles, gripping and then releasing him in turn, an action she knew excited him and in some way also served to heighten her own pleasure, if pleasure it could be called.

  'Good girl,' he urged. 'Good girl, now let's—'

  His words ceased in mid-sentence as Maudie heard a dull thudding sound, followed by a short groan, and another heavier noise as she felt him slipping from her. She waited, her eyes closed, and then, when he did not renew his efforts, she tried to turn and look back. As she opened her eyes she was aware of a dark shadow looming alongside her, a hand reaching out for her neck, and a voice, a male voice, but softer, reassuring, not Burrows' voice.

  'Steady girlie,' the figure whispered. 'It's all over now. Just take it easy and don't make any noise and we'll have you out of this god-forsaken hellhole. Everything is going to be all right now, you'll see.'

  I - or rather, Angelina - had obviously been enjoying an afternoon nap on the long settle in the main living room. When I opened my eyes, I knew two things immediately without even having to think about them. The first was that this time I had been away from eighteen thirty-nine and Arundel for nearly a month. The second was that I could remember everything that happened during my absence. Furthermore, things had moved on apace and today was the day. I sat up, rubbed my eyes and looked around the room, my heart suddenly pumping wildly.

  A moment later the door opened and Indira, dressed in a dark-blue sari, entered the room carrying a tea tray.

  'Ah, you're awake,' she said, and then paused, looking me up and down. 'And you're back, aren't you?'

  'How is it you can tell?' I asked.

  She shrugged and placed the tray on the small table at one end of the settle. 'I don't know, you just feel sort of different from my real mistress, I suppose.'

  'He's coming, isn't he?'

  'Yes, tonight, with Lord Morlan and Mr Corner-Browne.'

  'What time?'

  'Eight o'clock.' She began pouring tea, completely calm and unhurried. 'It is now nearly four, so there is ample time to prepare. I have laid out your costume for you, complete with the special boots you ordered from Mr Faraday, though I must say they do look as if they will be very awkward to walk in.'

  'Don't worry,' I assured her as another memory slipped effortlessly into place, 'platform boots are all the rage where I come from. The main thing is that the extra four inches the built-up sole allows on the heels will make me look so much taller than the real Angelina that Hacklebury will never guess the truth. Is everything else prepared as I instructed?'

  'Yes, everything. Mr Faraday will arrive at six-thirty and will receive the visitors. He will be suitably attired, naturally.'

  'Naturally.' I smiled. 'And he's quite prepared for his role?'

  'Very much looking forward to it, I should say.' She smiled back. 'He is most keen.'

  'Knowing you will suitably recompense him, I suppose?'

  'He has had no complaints regarding his compensation so far.' She giggled, and I laughed with her.

  'No, I'll bet. But what does the real Angelina think of it? Does she not feel jealous at having to share you, and with a man, at that?' I thought I already knew the answer, for there were all sorts of emotions swirling around just below the surface inside my head.

  'Oh no,' she replied, confirming my assumption. 'Besides, I would not desert her arms completely, and in the meantime she has been continuing what I believe you started with Erik.'

  'Then that's all right.' I smiled, taking the proffered teacup from her. 'And Erik is also ready for tonight's adventure? He knows to remain out of sight until the time comes?'

  She lifted her cup. 'Of course,' she replied with a slightly superior look on her face. 'Everything and everyone is quite ready. We are well practiced and thoroughly trained. Hacklebury will suspect nothing until it is too late.'

  I raised my cup in a toast. 'Then here's to us!' I exclaimed. 'To us, and to success.' I sipped my tea as Indira echoed my words. Then another thought struck me. 'What about Mad Meg?' I asked. 'Will she be coming with them tonight?'

  She winked knowingly. 'No. By now I think she will have other things to occupy her attention, or had you forgotten the instructions you gave to Mr Marsh?'

  'Of course,' I cried. 'How could I have forgotten? Was he successful? Is Maudie all right?'

  'Well, she is safe, most certainly,' Indira answered gravely, 'but whether that is the same thing, I would not care to guess. However, we shall be able to judge for ourselves, for Marsh will be bringing her here in the morning, by which time our work should be completed. After that we can deal with Megan Crowthorne if we have to, but I suspect Hacklebury will draw her sting for us if everything goes to plan.'

  'And it could hardly have gone better,' I said, taking the refilled brandy glass from Anne-Marie. 'Mind you, I was nervous as hell to begin with, and I felt sure everyone could hear my heart thumping, but thanks to Indira I got through it.'

  'What about her voice?' Andrea asked. She was still very miffed she had missed out on the action. 'Surely her accent would have made him realise she wasn't English?'

  I shook my head. 'Not a bit of it,' I replied. 'Indira is one hell of a girl, believe me, and a damned good mimic.'

  The leather outfit Indira had prepared for me felt stifling, and I was perspiring profusely by the time I entered the room where Hacklebury and his friends were waiting for me. Despite the black leather mask covering my entire head, and the additional height of the platform-soled boots, I was suddenly certain Hacklebury would guess who I really was, but to my relief he seemed almost as nervous as I was.

  'I thank you, Contessa,' he said, grasping my hand and bowing to place a brief kiss on my leather-sheathed fingers, 'for inviting me here this evening. I have heard much about you.'

  I withdrew my hand from his - perhaps a shade too hastily? - and tried to make it look as though I was giving him a thorough but impassive once-over. To one side Indira, resplendent in her all white costume, stood tapping a long riding crop on her booted calf as if she was impatient, and perhaps a little bored. Silently, I blessed her for her composure. 'You are welcome, Sir Gregory,' I replied haughtily, trying to keep my voice pitched low and speaking very carefully, like someone to whom English was perhaps not a first language. 'And you too, gentlemen,' I said, addressing Morlan and Corner-Browne, 'it is a pleasure to see you both once more. I trust your journey went well?'

  'Indeed, Contessa,' Morlan said, bowing slightly and following Hacklebury's lead with a kiss of his own. 'Of course, things will become much easier for all of us when they finally complete the proposed railway line between London and Brighton.'

  'Indeed,' I nodded, 'and profitable, too. I take it you have all invested in shares of the company building it?' In truth, I couldn't remember who was responsible for that line, only that it would finally get underway as a proper business concern in about another three years, but I was speaking only for effect and, in any case, I didn't expect the small talk to continue. I decided to hasten matters along. 'You wi
ll remember Cassandra?' I said, waving a hand in Indira's direction. 'You, of course Sir Gregory, have not had the pleasure of meeting her. She has lived some years in the Arabian lands and is very skilled in the disciplining of errant young slave girls. Watch and listen to her and you may learn something, I venture.'

  On cue, Indira cracked the crop harder against her leg.

  'Well, gentlemen, if you will follow Cassandra, she will escort you to our costuming room. I have taken the liberty of selecting outfits I think will be suitable for our little adventure. This evening I thought we might start with a little walk along the river. We have just completed work on very singular stables, which I believe some of you will find very much to your taste. Are you familiar with the work of Mr Pottinger?'

  I saw an immediate light glint in Hacklebury's eyes and knew then we had him. I could imagine the images already whirling about in his head, and smiled to myself. If he could have seen the images I was seeing, he would have fled for his life, or else he would have tried to strangle me on the spot. Of course, I had not dared make any approach directly or indirectly to Pottinger, for he would surely have recognised Erik if he had not remembered me, but throwing his name into the conversation was a stroke of genius, even if I do say so myself.

  Erik emerged from the corner closet unit as soon as the sound of their retreating footsteps had faded. I turned to him, clapping my hands together. 'I do believe this is going to work!' I exclaimed excitedly.

  He nodded solemnly. 'But of course, a very clever lady you are as well as most beautiful being.' He stepped over to me, took me by the shoulders and bent to kiss my leather-lined lips, my padded bosom pressing hard against his massive chest. 'Brave for a little longer must you be,' he said, stepping back, 'and then it will be done. And remember, Erik will be close by and harm not shall come to you.'

  In the barn I had already installed Millie and Mandy. We did not have any of Pottinger's artistry to help with the effects, but our tame shoemaker and now willing assistant, Milton Faraday, had excelled with the bridles they now wore, even if he had professed himself astonished any man would want to see a woman wearing such a thing. Having said that, when he finally saw the finished articles being modelled, I suspect he underwent a rapid change of heart.

  The girls themselves played their parts to the full, obediently trotting around the inside of the barn with high stepping strides, knees coming up level with their waists, as the three men took turns at schooling them. Morlan and Julian seemed more than content with this horseplay, but I soon saw Hacklebury wanted more.

  'You are growing bored, Sir Gregory?' I asked, as he stood detached from the main group, watching with fading interest and smoking a long thin cigar.

  He turned to me, his face darker now in the flickering lantern light. 'Amusing games, Contessa,' he replied, 'but I was led to believe there was far more to your entertainment than this.'

  'And so there is, Sir Gregory,' I replied coolly. 'Perhaps you would like to see something a little special? I think I can promise you an experience the likes of which you will not forget until your dying day.'

  'A bold claim, Contessa,' he said dryly, 'but I am willing to be impressed, if you are that confident.'

  'I am very confident, sir. Perhaps you would like to accompany me back to the house? Your friends can join us later, when they tire of this diversion. Cassandra, perhaps you could offer the gentlemen some wine. Sir Gregory and I are going back now. He seems eager to meet Molly, I think.'

  'As would any man be,' Indira replied lightly. 'So why keep him waiting. The other gentlemen will be perfectly safe here with me for a while.'

  Hacklebury said little on the way back along the river path, but I could feel impatience radiating from him. He was so eager to find a new way to sate his perverted lust that I imagined I could smell it as he strode along in his tight leather breeches and jacket, the new hide creaking with his every eager stride.

  Upstairs, Molly was already strapped to the cross dressed only in boots, stockings and a tight corset. The gold rings clipped to her full nipples hung clear and unfettered and her shaven crotch was thrust wantonly in full view.

  'She has already been beaten,' I said as I closed the door behind us, 'but you may beat her again later, if you think she deserves it. Meantime, I think you will find her the most entertaining and willing partner a man could want. May I offer you a glass of wine, whilst I prepare her for you properly?' I strode across to where Indira had earlier set the small side table with two wine bottles and several glasses. I picked up the bottle on the left and quickly filled two glasses. I passed one to Hacklebury and raised the other to my lips. 'Your good health,' I said, and then, as if suddenly remembering something, I lowered the glass and strode back across to the rack where we stored our impressive array of accessories. 'Pardon me, sir, but I should have checked her myself earlier. She should be wearing this until you are ready for her.' I picked up a long dildo that hung from a basic harness and made my way back over to Molly, leaving my glass on the table on the way.

  I stooped in front of Molly, gently stroking my fingers across her sex, which I could see was already very wet. A natural for this, was our Molly, but then the same could now be said of her two companions. 'You will notice the extreme length of this implement,' I remarked as I raised it to her nether lips. 'I have yet to encounter any man who can boast he would match it, and yet, as you will see, Molly can accommodate it easily.' I pushed the shaft home and Molly, her head lolling to one side, groaned in appreciation.

  'At the same time,' I continued, 'she is very tight and has superb muscle control, which Cassandra taught her. They have such interesting techniques in the Orient, don't you agree? There, hold that yourself for a moment, slut.' I straightened up, leaving the dildo inside her and the harness straps dangling between her legs. 'It will not slip out, as you can see,' I said smugly, 'even though the harness must way half a pound on its own...

  'Why, Sir Gregory, you must have been quite thirsty. Let me refill your glass and you can test her muscle control for yourself. Try to pull it out of her and you'll be surprised at how much effort is required.' Without waiting for a reply, I took the empty wineglass from him and walked over to refill it.

  Hacklebury, meanwhile, eagerly accepted my invitation. 'Quite impressive,' he agreed, accepting the glass I offered him. 'I think perhaps I would like to experience those muscles on a more intimate level.' He swigged another mouthful and I stepped past him, bending to withdraw the dildo, which slipped out easily enough when Molly relaxed her devilish grip on it.

  'Let me take the glass,' I offered, reaching for it. 'You'll find that if you just undo those two buckles at the front, you will be able to drop the front of your breeches for convenience.' My instructions were unnecessary, however, for Hacklebury's fingers were already fumbling at the straps, and before I had need of saying anything further, the triangular crotch-piece fell away, revealing that long, slightly curving cock I remembered only too well. He massaged its length proudly and leered at me.

  'You think your cock-piece there is so long now, eh Contessa?' he boasted. 'Perhaps you'd like to sample it yourself later; mine, I mean, not that wood and leather thing.'

  'Perhaps,' I replied coolly. 'It is indeed a proud and impressive weapon you have. But first the girl. Let's see how you handle her.'

  In the end it was almost too easy and was over before Hacklebury had time to realise it. At first everything proceeded exactly as he would have anticipated, with him turning to Molly, stooping slightly and shuffling in between her spread-eagled legs. He entered her without ceremony, driving in to the hilt with a vigour that brought a gasp from her, and immediately began thrusting, at the same time mauling her breasts and pulling horribly on her nipples so that for a moment I thought he would tear them from her body.

  And then, as his heart pumped the blood faster and faster the drugged wine took effect, and so rapidly he had barely time to register something was not quite as it should be before he collapsed, dropping
to his knees as his glistening member slipped out of its warm sheath with an audible plopping sound. He made one feeble attempt to rise, grasping at the strap that held Molly's waist, and then fell backwards and sideways, his eyes rolling up until only the whites were visible. His eyelids fluttered once, twice, and then closed as his head hit the floor with a satisfying thump.

  I stepped forward, peering down at him from behind my mask, my own heart thundering madly. I extended one boot, prodded him in the side, and then flicked the toe across his shaft, which inexplicably remained as rigid as before. 'More fight in that than there is between your ears!' I exclaimed. I turned to Molly, who was slowly recovering from her own reverie. 'Well done, my girl,' I said softly. I looked at the red marks over her chest. 'You'll get the chance to repay our friend for that,' I promised. 'And now, let me release you and you can have the pleasure of preparing him for the coup de grace.'

  'You gonna let me stick him with a knife, mistress?' Molly grinned as I stepped over to her.

  I laughed as I reached for the first strap buckle. 'No, I've got something much better than that to stick him with, and unfortunately, neither you nor I are properly equipped to do the job. However, I know a man who can.'

  Paulie entered the action rather reluctantly to begin with, mostly because he was cringing with embarrassment from the way we had prepared him for his role. He must initially have been convinced we were simply out to humiliate him, whereas the real object of the exercise was to inflict the maximum humiliation on Hacklebury, and Paulie was simply an instrument to that end.