Chapter 5

‘Susie!’ Hugh exclaimed with a smile, stepping back a pace and holding the door wider, obviously impressed by what he saw. And he could see most things, because she’d made certain he’d be able to, leaving her bra at home so that her breasts curved enticingly inside her T-shirt, and checking in the mirror to be sure that the lemon-yellow cycle shorts moulded to her curves. In fact, she looked like a naked girl who’d been sprayed yellow between waist and knees.

‘I’m, er, going to the gym afterwards,’ she said, by way of explanation.

‘Let me take your bag,’ he offered, and before she could protest he plucked it from her shoulder. The camera wasn’t heavy, and she wasn’t worried he’d notice it, but it was important that it should be facing the right way. Hugh dropped it casually on a side table and Susie was relieved to see the tiny lens still faced the room she remembered so well.

Quickly she took the chair beside the camera, obliging Hugh to sit opposite, where he’d be the subject of the pictures on the tape that was recording inside the bag. He smiled comfortably at her as he settled, causing the butterflies to flit and swoop in her tummy, and a warmth to spread in her shorts. ‘So,’ he said positively, ‘what now?’

Susie had been hoping Hugh would take charge of the situation, and wasn’t expecting this. ‘Well,’ she said brightly, ‘you know.’

Hugh only raised an eyebrow.

‘Well, I thought... it was so nice the first time, when we both... you know.’ She let her knees inch apart a fraction, giving him a teasing view between her thighs where the yellow shorts moulded to her like a second skin, where the soft folds of her sex had already started to swell and open, where the warm wetness had soaked and tinted the material, making it cling to her even more obviously.

A visibly growing lump in the front of Hugh’s loose-fitting trousers rewarded her, and he shifted his weight in the chair. ‘Okay then,’ he agreed, ‘you first.’

‘Together,’ she said, caressing one firm breast inside its white cotton covering, pinching the nipple between finger and thumb, ‘let’s do it together.’

‘Like this?’ Hugh stroked his own chest absently.

Pretending not to notice he was goading her, she carried on. ‘Like this,’ she said, opening her legs wider and putting her other hand down between them, surprised at the wetness under her fingertips as they stroked, enjoying as she always did the erotic feel of her own body inside a casing of wet, skin-tight material.

‘Oh yes,’ said Hugh, ‘that’s good. Go on.’

‘Like this?’ she asked, lifting her T-shirt, exposing one full, firm breast, offering it to him before her fingertips began to tweak and tease, sending electric jolts of sensation down into her lap, so she could almost feel them pulsing inside the yellow shorts through her fingertips.

‘Yeah, that’s very good,’ said Hugh, ‘don’t stop.’

‘Like this,’ she said, spreading her legs as wide as they would go and letting her extended finger separate the two halves of her pussy, pressing up into the darkened wetness, spreading fiery sensations of delight in their wake.

‘Oh, that’s perfect, Susie, just perfect,’ he breathed, ‘show me more.’

The frustrated lust that had been burning between her legs for the past few days was now a raging torrent, and her hand left her breasts and delved under the waistband of her shorts. ‘Aaahhh...’ she gasped, as the cool fingertips touched hot flesh. ‘Mmm,’ she sighed, as they softly teased the swollen flesh aside. ‘Now you,’ she whispered hoarsely to Hugh, and as he began to unbuckle his belt and undo his zip Susie raised her bottom and peeled the shorts down over her thighs, kicking one ankle free, and placing the other foot up on the arm of the chair, spreading herself before Hugh’s greedy eyes, letting her fingers open her secrets even further.

Hugh stood up to let his trousers fall, and as they dropped to his ankles that stiff pole she remembered poked out of his boxers, the glistening tip swaying gently from side to side.

‘Oh yes,’ she purred, ‘like this, Hugh,’ and she slipped two fingers into her body, feeling the tips of them push into the heat, opening the way as her knuckles opened her body wider and her palm pressed tight around the outer curves. ‘Aaah,’ she gave a short sob, and began to circle the fingers inside herself, working them around, winding them deeper and spreading herself wider.

Instead of grasping himself in a copycat of her actions as she’d planned, Hugh took a step towards her, and another. She should have told him to sit down and play the game; this afternoon’s performance was supposed to leave the handbag camera with a film of Hugh masturbating, which she could show all his mates, but it was all going wrong; she should have stopped him before he moved, but she hadn’t, and now he was out of the frame, standing close to her, standing between her widespread thighs with that thick stiffness just inches away, the skin gleaming with an oily sheen. She should have stopped him from kneeling between her legs, stopped him from grasping himself, aiming lower as he shuffled close. But she didn’t. She just withdrew her fingers and placed her hands on the insides of her thighs, pushing herself apart as she lifted her hips, raising her body towards him.

‘Susie.’ His voice was monotone and low.

‘Hmmm...?’ she sighed, as the bulbous tip pulsed against her tender opening.

‘I want you to do something for me.’

‘Mm,’ she sighed again as it pressed into her, just a fraction, no more, just enough for her to feel its weight and thickness resting against her.

‘In the bedroom,’ he said.

‘Ooohhhh...’ she gasped as he pushed forward, just enough to open her a little more, but still not enough to satisfy her.

‘Come with me,’ he said, and rose to his feet, leaving her frustrated and deserted. The plan was gone, finished, over. All Susie wanted now was to get that thing inside her and feel it pump in and out, and so she stood up, abandoning clothes, plan and dignity as she followed him to the bedroom door.

‘I want you to help me make her come,’ he said, and Susie was looking at a naked blonde tied facedown across the bed. She was kneeling at the side of it, hands pulled forward and strapped to the far side. Her ankles, pulled apart, were tied to the legs of the bed on the near side, exposing the firm globes of her taut bottom and the wet pinkness that separated them. Susie stared transfixed at the pretty little pussy as it glistened with juices, which had seeped over the clean-shaven skin.

‘As you can see, I’ve already tried my best.’ Hugh wagged his erection at her, and she realised why that too had been gleaming along its full length. ‘But after her recent experiences it seems she just can’t come unless, well, you know,’ and he picked up a short whip made from black leather, with a soft loop at its tip. ‘I think you know how to use this.’ He smiled; it was not a nice smile. Susie was unable to speak, lost for words and totally flabbergasted.

‘But... but... but that’s...’ she eventually managed.

‘Your sister, yes.’ His victorious smirk was almost unbearable to take. ‘But I understand from Sophie that you two know rather more about each other than most sisters should. Not the sort of thing a girl normally likes to talk about, but I managed to persuade her to tell me a little.’

Susie noticed the thin red lines across Sophie’s bottom.

‘But I’m no expert at this sort of thing.’ He shrugged a theatrical apology. ‘But I think you are. So perhaps you’d be so kind?’ He offered her the whip once more.

‘I can’t,’ she began to say, when Hugh stopped her with an upraised palm.

‘Ah, there’s no such word as can’t. Let me encourage you.’ And he lashed out, whipping Sophie so hard she screamed and jerked against the bed. ‘See, I’m useless. If I do it, it’s really going to hurt her.’ Susie watched her sister squirm, a delightful wriggling movement that even she found attractive. ‘I think you should be the one to do it,’ he concluded.

Trying not to stare at the soft wet pinkness, trying not to notice the glisten of Sophie’s juices, trying to ignore the warm wetness between her own thighs, Susie refused. ‘No, I’m not doing that,’ she said defiantly, shaking her head. ‘I’m not helping you with... with this. I’ll call the police.’

‘I don’t think you will,’ he challenged with infuriating conceit, and picked up a remote control from the end of the bed. The portable TV sprang into life, and Susie was even more horrified than when confronted with Sophie. There was a video playing, but not just any video. It was the one she’d made only a few days before, of the spanking vicar of Kingscombe lashing Sophie’s bottom while Susie looked on.

Both girls were clearly visible, and she cringed, knowing what happened next, and sure enough the Susie on film turned to look down at the huge erection penetrating her sister, with a look of unadulterated greed that was breathtaking in its sexuality and clearly recognisable as her - Susie Wills.

‘Goes all the way to the end,’ he said unpleasantly, his voice dripping with self-satisfaction.

The bastards, she thought. There had always been rumours that the techies didn’t just screen the tapes on a Friday night, but also sold copies of them, and now it seemed clear that the rumours were true. And somehow Hugh, of all people, had bought a copy.

‘You bastard,’ she said.

‘Now, Susie, let’s be sensible. I can let you have it. Right now, today.’ She turned to him, hopeful, but knowing there’d be a catch. ‘But you have to do something for me in return.’ As he offered her the whip once more she noticed his erection still jutted proudly from his boxers, and guessed that Hugh was almost as aroused by exercising this sort of control, by forcing people to perform humiliating acts, as he was by sex itself.

She also noticed her own arousal had not exactly evaporated; in fact it had grown, and she knew it had grown because she was just as aroused by the situation as Hugh. He liked ordering people around, and she secretly admitted she liked being ordered around. She didn’t know why. Perhaps it was something about the look in his eye, or the self-assured way he spoke to her, as if he expected to be obeyed, she didn’t know what. But one thing was clear; she was losing control, losing it to Hugh, and she had to resist. ‘But I can’t - ’

Swit!

Hugh lashed out with the leather-bound cane, and Sophie squealed in pain.

‘Can’t?’ he said. ‘You can’t? Does that mean you want me to do it? And make enough copies of this for everyone in town to send one to their friends and family and still keep one at home?’

The look in his eye and the tone of his voice made her knees quake and flooded her groin with hot juice, so she couldn’t speak. Her hand trembled as she fought to stop herself, fought to stop reaching out for the whip.

‘Just do it, Susie.’ Sophie spoke for the first time, in a voice that was low and husky, and Susie realised she was still in the grip of sexual arousal. She realised too that Hugh was probably right, and that Sophie wanted to be whipped.

‘And... and I get the tape?’ she asked.

‘You get the tape,’ Hugh nodded. ‘And this, of course,’ and he grabbed the rigid pole sticking out of his boxers and waved it at her, making her stomach knot eagerly.

The sharp stab of desire must have shown on her face, for Hugh smiled, cruel and triumphant, and held out the whip. ‘Go on, then,’ he ordered, and she meekly took it from his grasp.

Remembering her lessons at the hands of the New Believers, Susie knew exactly how to apply the whip so it would cause minimum pain and maximum arousal.

Swit! Her wrist was straight, the thin red line barely visible, the leather loop at the end nipping the vulnerable pinkness at Sophie’s centre and making her cry out.

Swit! Once again, with the same result.

Swit! Susie struck a third time, fresh moisture leaking from the glistening pink flesh.

Swit! It landed once more and Sophie gasped as the loop dipped between the soft lips and the endorphins started to flood her bloodstream.

Swit! Sophie caught her breath, and then gave a deep sigh.

Swit! She sighed again.

‘Six,’ Susie said to Hugh, and he gestured at Sophie. ‘Don’t stop,’ he commanded gruffly, and Susie, knowing her sister was not yet satisfied, struck again.

Hugh reached down and took Susie’s free hand, curling her fingers around his erection, the thickness filling her palm.

Swit! She felt him pulse in her fist as Sophie squealed and her hips bucked on the bed.

Swit! The column of flesh throbbed again as Sophie moaned a mixture of plain and pleasure.

Swit! It was a long stroking movement that trailed the loop over the slick wetness of Sophie’s open body, producing a quiver in the exhausted kneeling girl, and Susie gripped Hugh harder, before recommencing up and down strokes that rubbed the foreskin over the shining purple tip and then back down the stout length. As she raised her arm to strike again his fingers searched across her bottom, delved beneath the tight curve and found the warm entrance, wet and ready. As his fingers invaded Susie whipped her sister again and Sophie squealed, Hugh’s erection jumped and his fingers tensed inside Susie, making her gasp as her fist pumped faster and faster up and down the length of his erection.

Swit! Sophie moaned, her hips beginning to rotate in slow, luxurious circles as the climax started to unravel. Knowing Sophie was on the brink, Hugh thrust his fingers deeper and harder, making Susie gasp as well as her body began to shudder and her pink sex lips gripped the two fingers inside her, leaving her gasping for breath.

Hugh waited until her crisis was over before prising himself free of her grasp on fingers and cock. Then he knelt between Sophie’s thighs, guiding himself forward, spreading the little pink mouth as he pressed inwards, filling her with his thickness until he was completely inside her and she slumped into the mattress with a weary moan.

‘Now,’ he gasped at Susie, ‘again,’ and he began to grind in and out as Susie, disbelieving at first and then compelled by the eroticism of watching her sister being fucked by Hugh, raised her arm and whipped it downwards.

‘Yes!’ screamed Sophie, and Hugh went into a frenzy of pumping, the broad pole pounding in and out faster and faster.

Swit! Sophie cried aloud.

Swit! Sophie screamed in delight.

Spreading her feet wide for a firmer stance, Susie realised her free hand was between her legs and her fingers were seeking her entrance. As they slid easily into her hot body the whip slashed down and Sophie squealed again.

As Susie took a deep breath and lifted her arm, she stared, watching Hugh’s thickness spread Sophie open, the eager lips sucking hungrily along its length as he pulled backwards, and then being pushed inwards as he slid it all the way inside.

Swit! Sophie screamed for the last time.

Hugh pulled from her and shuffled backwards on his knees, nodding meaningfully at her swollen pussy, offered up, waiting. Susie looked puzzled. ‘Come on, then,’ he ordered.

She still didn’t quite understand.

‘You know what I mean.’

She thought she did, but she wasn’t sure.

‘Kiss her better.’

‘But...’

‘Susie,’ he looked meaningfully at the TV set, where the spanking vicar of Kingscombe was energetically pumping his enormous length in and out of a very recognisable Susie while he thrust a finger in and out of a girl who was clearly Sophie.

Obediently, Susie knelt on the floor behind Sophie, not as reluctant as she might have been, because she knew what was coming next. Her, if she was lucky, with Hugh’s fat shaft up to the hilt in her pussy.

Sophie was hot and slippery with juice, and still on the very brink of an orgasm. Susie could tell at once, by the way her whole body jerked as Susie’s tongue dipped into the soft opening and licked inside. As she spread her knees wider, straining to get her head lower so her tongue could find Sophie’s clitoris, so she opened her own body to Hugh’s gaze, lifting it up to him, ready.

Hugh had only just stopped fucking Sophie and had no time for ceremony now; Susie felt the breath burst from her lungs as he sank into her from behind, a prick the thickness of her wrist filling her completely with one heavenly thrust.

‘Mmm,’ she mumbled into Sophie’s depths, and felt her sister respond, all three of them working to the same rhythm, moving together in perfect harmony until suddenly it was all too much for Sophie and her climax finally swept through her.

‘Yes! Yes! Yes!’ she squealed as she bucked, pulling against the bonds that tied her wrists and ankles, and her body shook from head to toe.

That was too much for Hugh and suddenly his steady thumping went into overdrive, short sharp thrusts that got faster and faster until they stopped altogether and Susie felt him thicken inside her as his muscles pumped jets of fluid along the length of his erection, and after each sudden expansion of the shaft came a hot spray deep inside, over and over again. That was what she’d been waiting for these last few days, and as Hugh’s orgasm slowly died away her own took over and her muscles clenched around him, milking the last drop as she gasped her relief aloud.

‘Oh, my God!’ she called out finally, as she slumped over her sisters buttocks and Hugh fell heavily against both of them.

Sophie’s departure had been rapid, with few words spoken to Hugh or her sister. She pulled on the clothes she’d been wearing the previous night and departed, rather shamefaced, Susie thought, and perhaps with good reason. Sophie had obviously been there with the sole objective of having sex with Hugh, but without the hidden camera there was no hope of revenge, so her motives had been selfish, and now rather embarrassing as well.

Susie had at least tried to get some pictures on tape that could be used against Hugh, although she’d failed dismally. Instead she had been forced to bargain with him for the return of the vicar tape, and he was still playing hard to get.

‘Where did you get it?’ she demanded. ‘From the Stab?’ The pub over the road from the office was variously thought to have earned its nickname either in reference to ancient hot metal printing techniques or, more likely, as a shortened version of a stab in the back, since most office politics were played out there.

‘You sent it to me.’ Hugh smiled his slimiest ever smile. Fully dressed, even in the revealing yellow cycle shorts, Susie felt as if she was back on even terms with Hugh, although she could still feel the ghost of his thickness inside her, and she was very conscious of a warmth between her thighs which owed more to his prolific outpourings than hers.

‘I did? I don’t think so.’

‘Yes, you did.’ His smarmy grin spread from ear to ear.

‘No, definitely not.’

‘Definitely yes, I’m afraid.’ If it got any wider his evil smile would be visible from behind. ‘You gave the tape to a bike messenger on the M5, and he gave it to me.’

‘Why would he do that?’ she asked, already believing that Hugh was telling the truth, since he knew so much about how the tape had been delivered to the office.

‘Because it’s his job.’ He smiled that superior smile that everyone who knew him hated so much. ‘I’m the new video technician.’

Susie sat down heavily on the couch, feeling her mouth gape in a useless series of fish-like movements. ‘You?’ she blurted. ‘Why? How?’

‘Because they like my work so much,’ he crowed.

‘Your work - oh no.’

‘Oh yes.’ He leapt to his feet, almost jumping for joy. ‘They saw the tapes I made of you, right here in this flat - in that chair, even. The ones you gave them by mistake. And they were so good the editor got in touch personally to offer me a job.’

Susie had regretted the foul-up at the time, when she thought she’d given the editor a film of the vicar, but actually given him one of herself, sitting on Hugh’s couch masturbating, after Hugh had somehow swapped them over. Now she regretted it even more, all over again.

‘Yes, I’ve done some of my best work with you,’ Hugh said smarmily, leering down at her.

‘Some of your best...’

‘Not as good as with that silly footballer, of course.’

The story had been front page news for a week - a week in which Susie had been otherwise occupied, with the New Believers, but she remembered it well enough. The crystal-clear still pictures had been taken from a secret video of one of the top division’s finest new African recruits enjoying himself in a roomful of half-naked celebrity-crazed groupies. The pictures had included graphic close-ups of the sex act between him and all five of the girls, sometimes two and three at a time. The front page and centrespread story caused a sensation, largely thanks to heavily ‘censored’ pictures that left little to the imagination and no doubt about exactly who was doing what to whom.

‘You did that?’

‘Operated the camera myself.’

It had been a ‘live’ filming with remote control cameras, operated by someone who was at least as interested in the subject as the technology, according to one of the many lad-rag reports. The articles had elevated the footballer to superstar status among his fans, provided him with an endless supply of new groupies, and made glamour models out of two of the girls. The anonymous technician who had recorded the event received at least two man-of-the-month awards for his loving care in taking such detailed and revealing pictures, and now it turned out to be bloody Hugh!

After a few moments she got over the initial shock and anger, and as her rational mind took control once again she started to connect Hugh’s sentences and make some kind of order out of what he’d been saying - and she didn’t like what she’d heard.

‘Some of your best work?’ she asked carefully.

‘What?’

‘You said “some” of your best work. There’s more than the one tape from here?’

‘Two from here, if you remember.’

How could Susie have forgotten about Liz and the huge black dildo?

‘And that’s it?’

‘No, not quite.’ Hugh’s smile was insufferably smug. ‘There’s one more.’

‘One more?’ Her mind raced. From where, and what could it be?

Hugh supplied the answer right on cue. ‘I followed you - on the editor’s orders. And I filmed you.’

‘You... where? When?’ It could only have been in the last few weeks, and for most of that time she’d been under lock and key. She couldn’t think where it could have happened unless Hugh had been a New Believer as well - but surely she’d have seen him if he’d been there... wouldn’t she?

‘In the West End.’

‘The West... oh no!’ She put her hand over her mouth like an actress in a silent movie.

‘Oh yes. I have a rather good - no, make that very good - tape of you being shagged stupid by some filthy old wino in a Soho back alley.’ Hugh was unable to keep the triumphant tone from his voice, but his words, his attitude, the memories, and the knowledge that he’d been watching, all served to send flutters of liquid arousal coursing through her body and seeping into the yellow that clung damply to the flesh within.

‘No...’ She was horrified, too.

‘Yes.’ His face was flushed, his eyes bulged slightly and his breath quickened. Just telling her about the film excited him. She was sure it had made him hard again, and his next words confirmed it. ‘The pictures are very, very detailed, thanks to my expertise in low light. You can see everything.’ Hugh licked his lips, and now it was certain that the greatest part of his pleasure came from telling her, and seeing her reaction. He was enjoying her turmoil even more than he’d enjoyed seeing her have sex with the tramp. ‘I didn’t give it to the editor, of course,’ he went on. ‘Told him it was no good. But I lied. It’s brilliant. I bet I could make a fortune on Friday night, flogging that after the screening.’

‘You bastard!’

‘So you say. But don’t worry, Susie, I won’t show anyone. It can be our little secret.’

‘Well, if you aren’t going to show anyone, give it to me,’ she demanded.

‘No.’ He smirked again. ‘I still like to watch it. It’s very, very sexy. You’re so rude, you know, especially in this film, when you’re so pure and clean and pretty, and he’s so old and dirty and smelly.’

‘Yuck!’ Susie was disgusted, remembering the rancid stink of the old man. And even more disgusted remembering how aroused she had become despite that, how much she’d wanted him inside her.

‘Oh no, on the contrary,’ he gloated. ‘It makes me very stiff every time I watch it.’

‘Every time? You mean you watch it a lot?’ The idea that Hugh was so excited by her that he watched the film regularly produced another trickle of liquid fire between her thighs.

‘Well, you know. It’s my favourite. Works for me every time.’

Susie glared at him. The idea of Hugh masturbating while watching movies of her being screwed was immensely arousing, although she had no idea why it should be.

‘Don’t be angry,’ he said, in what might have been intended to be a soothing tone but which still sounded like a sneer. ‘It’s a compliment. Anyway, I know the idea of people watching your films makes you wet your knickers, so you don’t have to pretend with me.’

She hated Hugh, and not just for his smug expression, but because he was right, totally right, and she wished he didn’t know.

‘Anyway, you’d better get used to the idea, because I expect we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other. Well, to be honest, I expect I’ll be seeing a lot more of you.’ Now he really was gloating.

‘Why?’ She already knew the answer.

He smirked unpleasantly. ‘Well, I’m sure we’ll be working together soon. And you’ll be sending me more of your lovely tapes - the ones I don’t shoot myself.’

‘Over my dead body,’ she retorted.

‘I think not,’ replied Hugh. ‘In fact, I think you’ll do exactly what you’re told. And enjoy it. You like doing what you’re told, don’t you, Susie? And you like being made to do what you’re told.’ It wasn’t a question and she hated him even more for being able to see through her, and recognise parts of her character she hardly owned up to herself.

To emphasise his point, Hugh picked up the whip. ‘Now, why don’t you just roll over on your knees and stick that pretty bottom up in the air?’ he said, and Susie found herself doing as ordered, without even stopping to argue or refuse. ‘Good, perfect,’ he said, and she knew it was. She knew the yellow shorts were stretched tight across her bottom. And she knew they were damp, soaked by the warmth of her body.

‘My, my,’ Hugh leered, confirming her fears as he traced the looped tip up the inside of her thighs and let it brush softly over the flowering lips, ‘you have been a naughty girl, haven’t you?’ and the whip lashed down across her bottom, a thin line of scorching pain.

‘Yes, I’m better at this than I thought I was,’ he mused. ‘Better than you thought, as well.’ He sneered as the thin implement slashed again, and again. ‘I drove your sister berserk this morning before you got here, but I wouldn’t let her come,’ and he whipped Susie again. ‘And nor can you.’ It stung across her buttocks again. ‘Unless you’d like to pull those shorts down and let me see what I’m doing a little more clearly. Then I can guarantee a result.’

The thin leather bit into her bottom again, and without hesitation or knowing why, without even wanting to know why, Susie reached back and pulled down the cycle shorts, exposing herself to Hugh’s lustful gaze, and his whip.

‘Perfect,’ he said in a throaty tone, and the stinging lash landed across her buttocks almost at once.

‘Aaah!’ she squealed, a mixture of shock and arousal catching her breath. The humiliation of her position and her obvious arousal because of it triggered distant memories. The lash landed again and Susie was back in the schoolroom, bent over the desk before Miss Piggy.

It stung her again, and as the burning welt began to throb she reached back between her legs, slipping two fingers inside her body, the circling thrusts combining with the next stinging whiplash and starting the first inklings of a powerful climax as her traitorous body leaked its syrupy wetness and her pulse began to thunder in her ears.