Georgie lay in bed, dreamily staring up at the early morning sun streaming through the window. She would have been up over an hour ago, if it hadn’t been for an early caller. Georgie moved her hand down between her legs and delicately stroked the blonde hair of the girl nestled between them. She let out a soft sigh as warm waves of pleasure washed over her; she lifted her head to get a better view of the girl on her knees.
She had been looking forward to today for a long time. At exactly 6:32 a.m. that morning she had turned twenty-one. She was now officially an adult. Not that it changed anything really, but it was a fantastic excuse for a party. Now, as Georgie shuddered with pleasure, the radio alarm clock on her bedside table read 9:47 a.m.
‘My naughty little Bunnie, couldn’t you just stay here all day?’ Georgie purred, continuing to stroke the other girl’s hair.
Bunnie could not respond in her position, her mouth pressed firmly against Georgie’s wet lips and her tongue lapping at the soft folds of her flesh.
Georgie lay back against her pillows and closed her eyes, enjoying the tingling sensations that were spreading from her groin through the rest of her body. Her nipples were straining painfully and were in urgent need of attention, taking one of the hard bullets between her manicured nails; she tweaked and twisted it, revelling in the jolts of pleasure that shot through her.
There wasn’t much time but she was past caring, she rocked her hips back and forth so Bunnie’s tongue moved rhythmically along her valley, working its way deeper until it found its way to her waiting hole, probing furiously. Georgie writhed in tangled bedclothes, barely concealing her shrieks of delight. She pulled her legs apart, opening herself wide, slick and aching to be penetrated.
‘Make me come, my naughty little Bunnie, fuck me with that expert tongue of yours,’ she gasped through shallow breaths. Bunnie followed her orders and shifted her position so Georgie’s slender legs hung over her shoulders and she could lift her hips and pelvis off the bed.
There was a movement outside in the hallway but it barely registered in the back of Georgie’s mind; she was so close to climax now that she couldn’t stop even if she wanted to. Bunnie’s tongue circled Georgie’s clitoris, gaining momentum. Georgie shuddered uncontrollably beneath her at the impending orgasm.
There was a knock at the door. Georgie let out a cry of fear and excitement as Bunnie continued to lick relentlessly, her mouth clamped firmly over the swollen clit.
‘Wait... just a... a... minute,’ Georgie managed to call out between her muffled squeals. There was another loud knock, but she didn’t hear it. She was totally oblivious to her surroundings now. Her moans turned to yelps as every cell in her body exploded with release. Georgie clamped her thighs around the other girl’s head as she screamed out her orgasm, convulsing on the bed in a fit of ecstasy.
They lay in silence for a second, Bunnie still wedged between Georgie’s legs, gently kissing the insides of her sticky thighs.
‘When you are both quite finished,’ came a stern, foreboding voice from the doorway.
Georgie scrambled up and grabbed the sheet from the bed to hold around her naked body, she swayed slightly, still giddy from her orgasm. The bedroom door had been thrown open by a severe looking middle-aged woman, dressed in a long navy-blue tunic, her grey hair pulled back in a tight bun. Nurse!
‘Bunnie, go back home at once,’ Nurse demanded, ‘the party doesn’t start until eight o’clock and I do not expect to see you on the grounds until then. Do I make myself clear?’ Her clipped tone made it clear that they were both in serious trouble.
Bunnie’s face burned red and she fled naked from the room, grabbing her clothes and not daring to meet either female’s eye. Georgie knew she should have called after her but she was too scared of her own fate. How could she get caught, today of all days?
‘Miss Georgina, I expected more from you.’
Georgie stood with just the flimsy cotton sheet draped over her, the morning sun from the window behind making the thin fabric translucent, showing every curve of her body beneath. She hung her head and stared at the cream carpet covering the floor, her mouth suddenly dry, her cheeks burning with shame. One harsh word from Nurse could always reduce her legs to jelly.
‘I’m sorry, Nurse,’ she managed in no more than a whisper.
‘You know you will have to be punished; that sort of behaviour is not befitting a lady of your class or breeding,’ Nurse chided.
Georgie shivered, through the chill of her exposed body or the fear that gripped her she did not know. ‘Sorry,’ she mumbled again.
This was so embarrassing. She was an adult now; she shouldn’t have to endure this kind of treatment, to be told off and scolded as if she were a child, not the twenty-one-year-old university student that she was! She held her tongue and fought back the tears of indignation.
‘Luckily for you your punishment will have to wait until later. Your parents are waiting for you at breakfast. Well, don’t just stand there girl, hurry up and put some clothes on.’
Bunnie scurried down the corridor as fast as she could, her bare feet padding along the polished dark-wood flooring. She was trying desperately to feed a foot through her trouser leg while still running at full pelt. Deciding she would make an even bigger exhibition of herself if she continued her naked streak through the house, she darted into the nearest alcove and hastily pulled on her T-shirt and jeans, shoving her mobile phone into her back pocket.
She could still hear Nurse’s booming voice echoing down the hall after her, and a nervous giggle escaped her lips. She hated leaving Georgie to face the music alone, and she struggled with her conscience for several minutes before deciding to go back and give that miserable old bag a piece of her mind. But the loud bang as Georgie’s door slammed shut and the unmistakable sound of heavy footsteps coming towards her soon changed Bunnie’s mind. She was outside the house and running for the gate before looking back to see if she’d been followed.
Georgie would understand, she told herself. Anyone would have legged it if they saw that old battleaxe stomping down the hall towards them. Besides, how could she face her after she had been caught in such a compromising position? It wasn’t the first time of course, but it was just so achingly embarrassing. Bunnie felt a warm shiver at the memory of being caught with her tongue between Georgie’s velvety folds. She replayed the delicious scene in her head as she walked across the gravel driveway.
The cool morning mist still hung in the air and Bunnie began to twirl, ballerina-style, spinning in the gravel, letting the refreshing cool air envelope and soothe her, the image of Georgie’s naked body planted firmly in her mind.
Reluctantly she wrenched her thoughts back to the present. It was still early; if she got home quickly she would be in time for breakfast. Deciding to ride one of Georgie’s horses home she walked towards the little-used pathway which would lead her to the stables.
She started down the path that cut through the oldest part of the grounds owned by Georgie’s family, lined by overgrown shrubs that graduated into dense woodland. It was one of the only places on the Marrington estate that was allowed to grow wild, and because of this it was one of Bunnie’s favourite places. In the shelter of the trees it was private and secluded. She spotted a large oak set back from the path, its reaching branches casting a gentle shade onto the ground beneath. Wistfully she remembered a time, years ago, when on that very spot she and Georgie had kissed, urgent fingers pulling at each other’s clothes, helping the other to strip.
She looked around to make sure she was alone. All was quiet and the path was deserted. She lifted her T-shirt over her head and slipped out of her tight jeans. She stood in the warming sunshine and smiled as the delicious breeze caressed her body, her pert breasts trembling slightly as her breath quickened.
Hesitantly she moved over to the tree and lay down on the ground, the dry grass scratching the delicate flesh on her back. She loved to be naked in the sunlight. To be free and natural and bare outside, it was almost spiritual.
Slowly and deliberately she moved her hands, caressing her ample bosom and gently trailing a finger down the smooth skin of her stomach towards her navel. Lower, she stroked her thighs, a cool gust kissing her body. She felt wonderfully exposed and vulnerable and totally unable to control her own actions. She thought again of Nurse catching her earlier as she spread her legs apart and felt her moist lips, the breeze feeling cool against her swollen folds. Her left hand pinched a nipple as the fingers of her other began to slip slowly along her moist cleft, setting her gasping as they found her sensitive nub. Shivering with pleasure her fingers gently stroked and circled her clitoris, teasing herself ever so gently.
Bunnie let her mind wander as she lay by the dirt track, her blonde hair fanned out on the ground. The thought of being watched while she licked Georgie to orgasm sent a thrill through her, but she wished it had been anyone but Nurse who caught them; a tall dark stranger was a much more appealing scenario. Bunnie brought both hands to her breasts, pinching her swollen nipples and moaning as they grew ever harder. If only someone would happen upon her now. Just walking down the path, he would stop and keep silent as he listened to her moaning behind the tree.
She slipped a finger along her cleft, delighted that her body was responding to the fantasy, her erotic daydreams often seeming to take on a life of their own. She applied more pressure on her cleft, easily parting her swollen labia, her finger coming to rest between her delicate folds.
She imagined her stranger walking towards her, a knowing smile on his lips as he watched. He would move over to her, his long shadow falling across her face. She looked up into his rugged features, lust burning in his eyes. Her gaze drifted down to his broad neck and then to his torso, chiselled muscles highlighted by his tight, white T-shirt. Finally she looked at the obvious bulge in his trousers, her stomach somersaulting with the thought of what lay beneath.
Slowly Bunnie got to her knees, tentatively reached out with both hands and unfastened the buttons of his jeans, staring into his wild blue eyes as she pulled the flaps apart, freeing his swelling member, allowing it to tent out his white shorts. His face showed no sign of emotion, just a slight smile at the corners of his mouth and hungry eyes, boring into her, making her weak.
Trembling with frustration she snaked her arms around his waist and gripped the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down, her anticipation growing. The elastic caught his erection on the way down, making the impossibly long shaft bounce level with her face as it was freed.
She licked her lips, still searching for some reaction on his strong face. His expression still did not alter even as she teasingly licked the head of his penis. She shuffled closer, the ground hard beneath her sore knees, and ran her tongue gently over the taut skin of his heavy testicles before licking him from the root of his shaft to the tip of its flared head.
Without warning he fell upon her, the animal within him suddenly free. He pushed her roughly onto her back, pinning her down on the ground with the weight of his body, pawing and squeezing painfully at her tits. Bunnie squealed with surprise at the sudden change of demeanour and instantly felt the familiar heat in her pussy.
He pinched her nipples, making her gasp and yelp at each brutal tweak. His hand snaked lower over her body, strong fingers moving over her fleshy curves and down to her thighs. Bunnie replaced his hands, playing with her own nipples, brushing, pinching, pulling at the hard buds. His thick middle finger easily parted her swollen lips and explored the soft flesh, tracing her labia and dipping into her wet opening. Bunnie moaned with pleasure as he stroked her hot slippery flesh, his urgent caresses bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.
As the delicious fingers disappeared she opened her eyes and looked at his handsome face; she could see her own raw lust mirrored. Her frustrated moan became a shocked squeal as he slapped between her legs just hard enough to send electric jolts travelling down her body, her pussy swelling in response. He slapped her again, lower over her aching hole, the shockwaves causing her juices to flow.
He thrust two fingers deep inside her, the sudden penetration taking her breath away. He pulled his slippery fingers out, then thrust them back in. Bunnie lay there gasping as he continued to thrust his stout digits inside her. Her body was responding out of her control and she clenched against the invading flesh. She could feel his hot pole expanding as he ground against her hip. Pulling his fingers from her he moved between her open thighs, grasping his long hard cock, stroking his shaft as he looked down at her naked body.
Trying to catch her breath Bunnie lay back allowing him to take in her appearance. His eyes lingered on her heaving breasts and swollen wet pussy, her thighs slick with her own juices, her body begging for deeper penetration.
Leaning over her he grabbed both of her wrists in one of his large hands, his strong grip pinning them above her head. The weight of his body against her small frame pushed her into the rough earth beneath, making it impossible to move, and he pushed his sturdy cock easily into her waiting hole. The delicious restraint only caused fresh waves of lust to fill Bunnie’s body. She could not move, she could only stare into his eyes as he pounded in and out of her helpless body, grunting like a wild animal, each thrust filling her completely. Again and again he rammed his hot member roughly into her, long, hard, savage strokes which sent Bunnie’s head spinning and her body crying out for more.
He roared like a man out of control as he came explosively inside her, spraying her insides with his hot semen and pushing her into a shuddering orgasm of her own. Bunnie lay on the ground, her head spinning and her whole body convulsing as the aftermath of her climax coursed through her body.
As she fought to control her breathing she slowly opened her eyes, her hands still buried between her legs, and she lay on the ground quite alone. She suddenly realised what a risk she had taken, being so outrageously rude, right out in the open. She looked furtively up and down the path to make sure no one had seen her, but the secluded walkway was still deserted. Bunnie couldn’t help but laugh out loud as she realised she had gotten away with it.
With a contented smile she gathered her clothes and hastily dressed, thinking how much she always enjoyed her little fantasies and how Georgie always warned that one day they would get her into trouble.
She paused, suddenly uncomfortable, like she was being watched. She dusted herself off and hurriedly walked down the path to the stables. She really should be getting home.
Georgie and Lily spent the afternoon walking the grounds of the Marrington estate. As children they had spent many happy hours together outside, exploring the expansive and extensively landscaped gardens.
Lily was Georgie’s younger sister and the family resemblance was obvious. Lily was a few inches shorter than her older sister and her hair a light-brown instead of the rich chestnut colour of Georgie’s, but there were enough similarities in their features to make the family link. However, Georgie was usually considered the more beautiful of the two, holding herself with grace and elegance, whereas Lily was more innocent and childlike.
Georgie was her mother’s daughter, and even at a young age seemed well equipped in both looks and personality to deal with the political and social side of the life she was born into. Lily had a lot more of their father in her. Her jaw was a little more square-set and her features less defined than her sister’s. Lily was independent and idealistic, but she was a sweet girl, and this impression was only heightened by her young looks.
At seventeen years old Lily still lived at home with their parents, who had obviously wanted the best education that money could buy for both of their children. Georgie, with only a limited social conscience, had accepted this unquestioningly, and after a string of private schools she was now following in her father’s footsteps and was in her second year at Cambridge studying Law. Lily, on the other hand, had resented being put through the private school system and at sixteen dropped out in favour of the local college to study Business, Economics and Religion. It was an odd combination of subjects, but it was really a compromise to keep the status quo. When Lily left school she wanted to go in to the church; she said she had a calling. But after months of arguments, slammed doors and temper tantrums, their parents managed to convince Lily to finish her education before she made such an important, life-altering decision.
Georgie had always felt close to her sister, and although they’d spent relatively little time actually living together, she would always have fond memories of the parts of their childhood they shared at the Manor.
It was still sunny but the wind had turned a bit chilly after the warm morning, and Georgie slipped her arm through Lily’s to keep warm. She stared out over the lake, the sky bright but patchy and growing clouds threatened rain later. The surface of the water mirrored the sky, and Georgie felt as unsettled as the weather.
‘You really should come and visit me up at Cambridge, you know. I feel like I haven’t seen you for ages. There are lots of nice boys I could introduce you to,’ Georgie said, feeling the warmth of her sister beside her.
Lily looked at her suspiciously. ‘Has Dad put you up to this?’ she demanded, glaring at Georgie, her nostrils flared in anger.
‘No, he hasn’t. I promise. I just miss my little sister, that’s all. Cambridge is hardly at the end of the world. I just wish you would visit a little more regularly.’
Lily stayed silent. Georgie stopped her in her tracks and spun her around so they were face to face. ‘Honestly,’ she insisted, gripping Lily by the arms to emphasise her point.
Lily eyed her sister for a second, her wide blue eyes searching Georgie’s face for any sign of betrayal. Then her expression softened and she visibly relaxed. ‘Sorry,’ she said, ‘it’s just Dad’s on my case all the time. Saying I’m passing up an amazing opportunity by turning down the place at Oxford he got for me. Or should I say, bought for me? He just doesn’t understand I see things differently, I need to live my own life.’
‘I know,’ said Georgie, sympathetically. ‘He just wants what’s best for you.’
They stood in silence for a moment, then Lily resumed walking.
‘So, what time is everyone arriving tonight?’ Lily asked, not meeting Georgie’s eye.
‘Around eightish, I think. Mum’s arranged the whole thing, and you know what she’s like. Even though it’s my birthday I think you, me and Bunnie will be the only ones under forty-five.’ They both laughed at the shared joke.
They were used to the formal parties thrown by their parents. When they were younger it had all seemed so glamorous Georgie would cry and beg to be able to stay up and attend, but Nurse would have them tucked away safely in bed before the guests began to arrive. Georgie would lie in bed straining her ears to listen to the party in full swing, the chatter of voices, the chinking of cutlery and later the music that would go on all night.
Georgie and Lily used to sneak out and look over the banister to catch a glimpse of the women wearing the most beautiful ball-gowns, and they talked about the time when they would be old enough to be as glamorous and join in the fun. But now they had attended a number of these functions and Georgie found them rather tedious, filled with stuffy middle-aged men and their bitterly pompous wives.
But Georgie had plans to celebrate her twenty-first the way she wanted, with her friends when she went back to university, so she didn’t mind her parents throwing her a party too, and she was excited to see what present they had bought for her. After all, it’s not every day that your oldest daughter turns twenty-one.
‘Eight o’clock, I should be back by then,’ said Lily absentmindedly.
‘Why, where are you going? You can’t miss the party,’ said Georgie.
‘Don’t worry, I’ll be back in plenty of time, I just have to go and see a man about a dog,’ said Lily, tapping the side of her nose with her finger, conspiratorially.
Probably going to pick up my birthday present, Georgie thought, smiling to herself.
‘Come on, I’ll race you back to the house,’ said Lily, breaking away from her sister and sprinting back across the lawn towards the manor. Georgie ran after her, breathing hard, trying to catch up, but she couldn’t help feeling that Lily was holding back on something. Maybe she could get her to open up after a few glasses of champagne at the party later.
By the time Georgie reached the house Lily had disappeared, and the ground floor was a hive of activity with people busily making preparations for the night’s festivities. Georgie hadn’t forgotten the events of that morning, and the memory of being caught mid-climax made her insides ache and she longed to be able to satisfy her insatiable need.
She hurried upstairs, aware that yet again she was late. Nurse would have her bath run by now and she didn’t want to keep her waiting; she was in enough trouble already. She was slightly out of breath by the time she reached the top floor of the house, and as she approached her bedroom door she felt her heart begin to race at the site of the formidable figure that awaited her. Nurse had her back to the doorway and was staring out of the window onto the driveway below. At six feet tall her size portrayed great strength, and despite a slender figure she carried herself with confidence and an air of natural authority.
Without turning her head, her hands clasped firmly behind her back, she spoke in a voice that sent an involuntary shudder through Georgie. ‘Your bath has been prepared, Miss Georgina.’
Silently Georgie got undressed, walked into her ensuite and climbed into the bathtub. Nurse turned from the window, following, her cool grey eyes taking in Georgie’s nakedness. Georgie blushed and kept her head bowed as the older woman approached the tub. She couldn’t tell if she was still cross about that morning’s incident, but the memory of it made it impossible for Georgie to meet the other woman’s eye.
‘You should be ashamed of your earlier behaviour,’ Nurse admonished, confirming that she was indeed still cross about it. ‘You are a lady and it is about time you learned how to behave as one.’
She knelt by the side of the bath, and at this level Georgie couldn’t help but look at her. She had always thought Nurse must have been extremely beautiful as a young woman, but the years had not been kind and although her features were still elegantly defined, she’d lost the spark that surely once burned behind her eyes. She now had a hard quality to her, always conservatively but immaculately dressed, her grey hair pulled into a harsh bun at the back of her neck. Her appearance reminded Georgie of a cross between a woman in mourning and a nun. However, Nurse did have a softer side and often her actions were motherly rather than harsh towards Georgie.
Nurse poured oil into her hands and Georgie could smell the rose scent as it was slowly applied all over her body. Nurse started at her neck and shoulders and moved down over her breasts and stomach. Her hands worked below the surface of the water, coating her legs and thighs with the heavy oil. Georgie couldn’t suppress a tiny shudder as the hand reached her most intimate place and massaged it as vigorously as she had the rest of her body. She allowed herself to lay back and enjoy the sensations of being touched and stroked all over. Maybe Nurse wasn’t that angry after all, she thought. And it was her birthday.
The hand withdrew from the water and Georgie opened her eyes to see Nurse reach for a stiff-bristled scrubbing brush. She tensed, her breath catching in her throat at what was coming next. Nurse plunged the brush into the water and unceremoniously began to scour Georgie’s vulnerable flesh. She squirmed and thrashed about in the water as the cruel bristles scraped and scratched her skin.
‘Now stop being silly,’ scowled Nurse. ‘We have to get you ready for the party.’ She gripped Georgie firmly by the top of her arm and continued to scour the delicate flesh, leaving her red-raw and silently sobbing. Georgie noticed the scrubbing was prolonged and more vigorous in certain areas. Her bottom was scrubbed particularly hard and the bristles felt like tiny needles being raked over her skin, and the insides of her legs and thighs burned.
Georgie was loath to show how much pain she was in, and vowing to remain silent she breathed deeply as the stiff bristles set her nipples on fire. To her relief it stopped and her arms were released. She sank back into the water, her skin burning, and she had pins and needles all over.
‘That’s better, nice and clean,’ Nurse said.
Georgie let out a sob in response. She knew what was still to come and didn’t want to go to her fate willingly.
‘Time to get out now please, Miss Georgina,’ Nurse said matter of factly.
Reluctantly Georgie climbed out, dripping water on the shiny tiles, the sharp pain from the bristles slowly melting into a warm tingle from top to toe. She trembled uncontrollably with anticipation. A strong breeze from the window left open in the bedroom made her break out in goose bumps, her nipples reacting the same and puckering in response.
Nurse was standing in front of Georgie, her expression impassive, only a bead of sweat on her brow betraying her exertion. ‘Now it is time for your punishment,’ she said. Georgie detected the glee barely hidden in her voice and began to tremble in earnest, aware that each violent shudder set her dripping breasts quivering.
‘No, please, it’s my birthday.’ Georgie spoke before she could stop herself. Now she was in for it; she knew better than to answer back.
‘My dear girl, that’s no excuse for your disgraceful behaviour this morning. I have never witnessed such a depraved act in my entire life. I shudder to think where a respectable young lady like you has learnt such transgressions. However, I am not a woman without emotion and I understand you may have been a little overexcited at the prospect of tonight’s party, so I will only give you twenty instead of the forty you would receive on any other day.’
‘Thank you, Nurse,’ Georgie said with genuine gratitude. Twenty she could tolerate. She had once been forced to endure a hundred because Nurse caught Joe Taylor, a boy from the village, climbing out of her bedroom window in the middle of the night. She shuddered to think how many she would have received if Nurse had caught them ten minutes earlier with his cock in her mouth.
‘Take up the position please,’ Nurse instructed.
Shakily, Georgie stepped out of the puddle of water she had dripped on the floor and walked over to the grand chaise longue below the window in her room. She took up her well-practised position, kneeling with her arms over the raised side, her breasts resting on the back of the chair. With her knees apart she dipped her back and thrust her bottom out.
The upholstery was already getting damp where Nurse had not allowed her to dry. Georgie hung her head and looked at the floor, just wanting to get it over with. Nurse’s flat-heeled shoes shuffled on the rug towards her. Naked and blushing with humiliation Georgie tensed her shiny wet bottom and waited for the inevitable.
There was no warning as the first spank landed on her buttocks with a brutal sting. Georgie squealed and bucked against the back of the chair. The pain was worse than she remembered it, maybe because her delicate skin was still wet and raw from Nurse’s vigorous scrubbing.
The second spank landed with a sharp crack and Georgie threw her head back. A low moan escaped her lips as the comforting warmth started to spread through her body.
‘This is for your own good,’ Nurse said as she delivered the third and fourth slaps in quick succession, making Georgie’s pert bottom dance and jiggle.
‘You have been a very naughty girl,’ Nurse continued. ‘We can’t let that sort of deviant behaviour go unpunished.’
Nurse found her rhythm, relentlessly spanking Georgie’s soft flesh. ‘You’re just lucky it was me who caught you and not your mother or father. What would you have done if it had been one of them?’
Georgie’s cheeks burned with shame at the thought of either one of her parents seeing her like that. The hot prickling in her buttocks provoked by the spanking began to spread down her thighs and between her legs. She wanted to reach down and touch herself to relieve the growing tension building there.
‘Open your legs wider,’ instructed Nurse.
Georgie obeyed, knowing her glistening pussy would betray her. A well placed slap on the top of her thigh caught her off guard and her gasp of surprise turned into a moan of longing as she willed Nurse’s next strike to land squarely between her legs. She held her breath in the silence, adrenaline coursing through her body, but the next slap didn’t come and instead she heard Nurse’s voice, her tone incredulous.
‘I don’t believe it! Is there no curbing your appetite, you filthy girl?’
She’d obviously spotted what Georgie had not wanted her to spot. With two slender fingers the older woman held apart Georgie’s sex lips, and with a third she found the small nub of her clitoris and gave it a couple of strokes. ‘You dirty girl,’ Nurse admonished, pinching the erect button. ‘Such an aroused clitoris!’
Georgie moaned at her touch and began to gyrate her hips, hoping Nurse’s finger would slide deeper inside her. She longed to be penetrated, but she remained maddeningly frustrated as Nurse withdrew her fingers, slick in traitorous juices. She dug her fingernails deep into the fabric of the chair to stop herself reaching back and plunging her own fingers into her aching hole. ‘Please,’ she murmured, lifting her red bottom higher, exposing all that lay between. ‘Please,’ she begged louder.
The answer came with a loud slap that sent jolts of pain through her body, turning into ripples of pleasure as they reached her throbbing clit.
‘You dirty little girl!’ Slap!
‘Filthy whore!’ Slap!
‘You are no more than a common little tramp!’ Slap!
‘There is only one way to put a stop to this sort of wicked behaviour!’ Slap!
‘And that is to beat it out of you!’ Slap!
As Nurse rained down a torrent of blows she continued to hiss insults. Georgie was almost delirious, the punishment, both degrading and delicious, consumed all her senses. She was powerless to stop the moans and gasps that escaped her lips. There was a tightening feeling in the pit of her stomach and she knew she was about to come. Gasps turned to shrieks with each hard smack on her rosy red globes.
She turned her head to see Nurse staring avidly at her dripping pussy through lust-filled eyes, a small smile on her thin lips, her face red and sweating from the exertion of the beating. Still watching Nurse, Georgie thrust a hand between her legs and began rubbing her hardened clit with her palm. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably but she no longer cared what Nurse thought of her. Every cell in her body was crying out for release.
Nurse looked up and met Georgie’s eye, all trace of a smile now gone, replaced by a cold hard stare. Remaining silent she landed spank after spank on Georgie’s exquisitely punished ass. Georgie held her gaze, her own hand working faster between her legs. Her deviant behaviour watched by Nurse only served to heighten her perverse pleasure. Her orgasm exploded from her violently and sent shockwaves to her core. Convulsing and thrashing she kept her eyes on Nurse until each wave of pleasure had subsided. She collapsed on the chair, trembling and bathed in sweat, struggling to catch her breath.
The older woman leant over and brushed a damp hair from Georgie’s cheek. She was so close to Georgie’s face she thought she was going to kiss her.
‘Slut!’ she spat, before turning to leave the room.
Bunnie entered the shade of the wooden building and into the stalls where the estate horses were kept. Equestrian equipment lined the walls; saddles, harnesses, crops, hats and other miscellaneous objects used for the grooming and keeping of horses. It was nice and cool inside and the smell of leather and hay was an intoxicating mixture. There was no sound from outside; all she could hear was the softly creaking beams of the old wooden structure.
As Bunnie went through the routine of grooming the horse she realised the activities of the last few hours had left her feeling satisfied but still consumed with a longing. She lit a cigarette, her usual method of calming her nerves in any stressful situation, and thought of all the things she wanted to do with Georgie when they met up that evening. She wanted to make it a birthday for her friend to remember. She stubbed out the cigarette on the floor and picked up the nearest riding crop.
A noise from outside stopped her before she could mount. The faint but familiar whistling of the irritable estate’s groundsman, known only to her by his last name - Adams. As children, Bunnie and Georgie were always afraid of the grizzly figure. He seemed to tower above them and had, on more than one occasion, caught them doing something they shouldn’t and had hauled them back to the Manor to be punished.
The whistling grew louder as Adams approached the stable entrance and Bunnie’s stomach did a little flip. She swallowed the lump that was suddenly in her throat, determined not to show the affect he had on her. His shadow blocked out the light in the doorway as he paused, and Bunnie could only see him in silhouette. The menacing bulk stepped inside, having to duck to avoid hitting his head on the low frame.
He looked around the stable, frowning a little as he sniffed the air like an animal. Without saying a word he looked Bunnie up and down, his eyes lingering on the cigarette packet still in her hand, and then to the stub on the floor. Despite her resolve Bunnie’s insides seemed to turn to jelly and she was suddenly thrown back to her childhood and the dread that she felt at being caught in the act of some misdemeanour. Her legs were trembling so much she thought they might collapse under her, as she waited for him to say something.
‘Is that yours?’ he asked, pointing to the cigarette on the floor.
‘Yes, yes it is, I’m sorry,’ Bunnie stammered. ‘I usually pick them up,’ she explained. Her legs were in real danger of giving way as Adams’ face contorted with rage. She had somehow managed to make him even angrier. All she wanted to do was get out of that stable and as far away from him as possible. She had to bite her lip to stop it trembling and she fought back hot tears.
‘I’m really sorry; it won’t happen again, I promise. Next time...’ she trailed off as Adams looked like he was about to explode with rage, his face flushed red. He let out a guttural roar and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her further into the dark stable.
‘Next time?’ he bellowed at her. ‘Next time? There won’t be a next time,’ he fumed as Bunnie tried to pull away from him. ‘You stupid child, with all your money and privileges yet not one ounce of commonsense.’ He glared at her for what felt like an eternity. She sensed he was waiting for a response, but she had no idea what she could have done to make him so angry.
Adams released her from his grip and Bunnie shrank back against the hay bales, cowering as he drew closer to her, his large grease-stained hands balled into fists. He stopped a few paces away and reached down to pick up Bunnie’s discarded cigarette stub.
‘Where did you smoke this?’ he asked, moving closer, thrusting it in front of her face for inspection.
Bunnie couldn’t answer; she was too scared to speak. She was visibly shaking and her bladder felt weak. If it made him this angry when she smoked a cigarette she could only imagine the trouble she would be in if she wet herself in front of him!
Adams continued to glare at her. ‘All it would have taken was one stray spark, one glowing ember or a gust of wind and in seconds the whole stable would have gone up in flames. You stupid little girl. You could have killed every single horse; you may even have been killed yourself.’ He paused and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. ‘You will learn your lesson, young lady.’
Bunnie could barely support herself on watery legs, her heart beating furiously in her chest. Again he bent down, this time to retrieve her riding crop, and swished it experimentally through the air. Despite her fear Bunnie felt the stirring of something else, and a shiver of excitement she couldn’t explain ran through her.
Adams approached her slowly, absentmindedly picking up a rope horse lead, still swinging the crop by his side. ‘Hold out your hands, in front of you,’ he ordered.
Bunnie hesitated, her arms like a dead weight by her sides. Adams suddenly brought the crop down on the hay bale next to her, the impact causing her to scream.
‘Do as I say, girl. Do not make this worse for yourself.’
Bunnie quickly brought her hands together in front of her, scared of angering the brutish monster any further. He bound her wrists together with one end of the rope and fed the other through a loop on the wall normally used for tethering horses. Pulling the rope tight through it Adams spun Bunnie round to face the wall and secured her with her arms above her head, and she had to bend over the hay bale to avoid losing her balance. Even if she had not been frozen with fear she couldn’t have moved.
She briefly wondered why she didn’t struggle or scream, but what use would that be; there was no one else around. At least that’s what she was telling herself; it had nothing to do with her growing arousal.
She didn’t have long to consider her options; the crop whistled through the air behind her and a sharp pain spread across her right buttock. Bunnie sucked in a sharp breath. She was determined not to let Adams see any response; she simply refused to give him the satisfaction. Although her bottom was stinging from the first strike she was grateful she was wearing jeans and that the tough denim was affording her some sort of protection.
There was another terrible whistle and she felt the fire spread across her left buttock, but again she fought the urge to cry. She tensed and waited for the next blow, feeling humiliated and trapped. From behind she heard Adams’ low laughter and a cold shiver ran down her spine. Bunnie had never so much as seen Adams smile before, so the normally innocent sound seemed sinister coming from his gravelly vocal cords.
‘You think you can outsmart me, girl?’ Adams said with menace. ‘I know all the tricks. You can try with all your might to keep your tongue but I know I can make you grovel. You have to learn your lesson.’
Strong hands reached around her and fumbled with her zip. Desperately she clenched her thighs together, trying in vain to hold on to the only barrier between her flesh and the harsh leather of the crop. Oblivious to her efforts he easily yanked down her jeans and knickers. The denim gathered around her ankles, both her legs and arms now restrained.
‘Now let’s see how many lashes you can take on your bare arse.’
She flinched at his touch as he slowly stroked her exposed buttocks. His rough skin scratched her as it moved slowly over her rump, and the curve of her flanks towards her thighs.
‘Don’t you touch me like that, you have no right, I’ll report you to the police, you’re nothing but a pervert!’ Bunnie gabbled, and immediately regretted it. He slapped her thigh hard with the palm of his hand, the sudden impact causing her to gasp.
‘I know what you lot get up to at the house. Tarts and whores the lot of ya. I’ve been working these grounds for forty years, man and boy, and I know what goes on behind closed doors. By the time I’m finished you’ll be begging for more, you’ll be begging me to fuck you.’
She couldn’t speak, she couldn’t move and she couldn’t deny that what he said was true. An explosive burst of pain seared her rear as Adams landed another blow. Behind her she could hear the horses getting agitated, grunting and snorting, picking up on the heightened tension in the barn.
Bunnie so badly wanted to put her hands over her hot bottom, but had no choice but to struggle against her restraints in the few seconds before the next blow landed. This time a scream escaped her lips and she could feel the welt begin to swell and glow. Tears sprang to her eyes and she bit her lip in an effort to stop herself from sobbing.
Her humiliation grew as she felt Adams run a rough finger over the tramlines on her buttocks, admiring his handiwork. Bunnie heard his guttural panting, that could have been mistaken for one of the stabled animals if it hadn’t been coming from directly behind her.
Unable to control himself any longer he dropped the whip and slapped her hard with his plate-like hand. After the burning pain of the riding crop Bunnie was almost relieved to feel the wider area of his palm spreading the warmth across her sore bottom. Bunnie felt her pussy pulse and her gasps of pain turned into moans of pleasure as she felt Adams apply a firm smack to her rapidly moistening pussy.
She was ashamed to find herself lifting her bottom to meet the punishment, her desire growing and her juices flowing. She could feel her swollen lips opening. Still hampered by her jeans around her ankles she opened her legs as wide as she could. Adams would be able to see the physical signs of her arousal, she must be visibly wet and her inner pinkness would surely be irresistible to touch. Still Adams spanked her, a blow landing squarely between her legs, causing her to cry out.
‘Well, well,’ Adams said, his voice hoarse with need. ‘If I didn’t know any better I’d say you liked a good spanking.’
Bunnie screwed her eyes up in shame, but couldn’t help arching her back and pushing her punished bottom further in the air, aching for him to touch her. Reading her signals he moved his thick finger slowly between the cleft of her buttocks, teasing her little hole before moving slowly down between her wet pussy lips. His finger slid easily along her swollen cleft, gently moving over the little nub of her clitoris. With surprising gentleness Adams circled her sensitive area, Bunnie not caring that her juices were flowing freely over his hand. All she felt were the sensations building in intensity. The sudden shock of pain as he slapped her tender bottom once more caused her to flinch and cry out, his finger continuing to stir and stroke her burning inner button, the agony and ecstasy blurring. She was soon climbing towards her orgasm.
Aching for release she began to move her hips in time with his fingers, but his touch was too slight. In desperation she tried to trap his hand between her pussy and the hay bale. Understanding her intention Adams gave her a hard smack on the rear, causing her body to slacken and freeing his hand.
‘If you could see yourself now,’ he said. ‘Look at the state you’re in. Jeans down, arse in the air, tied to the wall in a filthy stable like an animal. You posh girls are all the same. Underneath all your expensive designer clothes you’re just dirty little sluts. You’re all just dying for a bit of rough.’
His words should have shamed her, but Bunnie found that he was only turning her on more. As he continued to speak she gently rotated her hips, pressing her delicate mound into the rough hay.
‘All you want,’ he continued, ‘is a big hard cock buried inside you.’
Bunnie was almost delirious. His words had created an ache deep inside her and she needed it to be filled. ‘Please, fuck me,’ she breathed.
He laughed again, but underneath she could hear the unmistakeable sound of Adams unbuckling his belt. Fresh excitement flooded her body as she heard his trousers drop to the dirt floor. Then he was behind her, his hands roughly on her buttocks, spreading her cheeks wide. She knew how she must look in her position and secretly took pleasure in being on display for him. He squeezed her buttocks and pressed his hard thick cock along the crevice between her rosy-red globes. Bunnie wiggled against him and felt him grow even larger, taking satisfaction in his surprised grunt.
‘You really are a bad girl, aren’t you?’ he sneered, positioning the flared tip of his penis against her opening. ‘This is what you really want, isn’t it?’
In wordless agreement Bunnie tried to impale herself on the warm flesh teasing between her legs. Adams placed his hand flat on her back, pinning her down against the hay and very slowly moved the head of his member lower, along the hot swollen cleft of her pussy, coating his engorged shaft with her juices before finally bringing it to rest just inside her opening.
Bunnie moaned in frustration. ‘Please,’ she begged.
At last, with one hard thrust she felt him push easily into her hot channel, his rigid flesh filling and stretching her until he was embedded to the hilt. In a steady rhythm that knocked Bunnie’s breath from her he thrust his hips, his heavy testicles bouncing against her thighs. His motion was hard and fast, penetrating her and pinning her down on the hay, thrusting furiously again and again so her legs turned to jelly and she was left panting for more. Then without warning Adams tensed and jerked and Bunnie felt him spurt his warm seed inside her.
‘No...’ she moaned, her whole body screaming for the same satisfaction, but he withdrew his quickly softening cock from her pussy with a wet sucking sound, leaving her tied up as he silently got dressed.
‘You can finish yourself off if you need it so bad,’ he muttered, not even meeting her eye.
He untied her right hand and sat her on top of the pile of hay. Oblivious to everything except the demands of her body she filled herself with two fingers, wishing she had something bigger still inside her. She used the palm of her hand to rub her tingling clitoris as she plunged her fingers in and out of her dripping pussy, her breath now coming in short gasps as she rubbed herself in circular movements. The sensations were building again deep inside, spreading from her thighs into her tummy. She was almost there, chasing, chasing and finally catching a thunderous orgasm which racked her body, sending glorious relief through every cell.
Bunnie opened her eyes and saw Adams watching her from the door.
‘Look at you; just a dirty little slut.’ He laughed as he walked out, leaving her tied to the wall with her clothes scattered over the floor, feeling horribly used.
‘Georgie!’ her mother’s voice carried from downstairs. ‘Hurry up darling, they’ll be here soon.’
Georgie gave herself one last glance in the mirror and her reflection shot a dazzling smile back. Her pearlescent gown clung to her elegant frame and her shining chestnut hair fell over bare shoulders. She turned slightly to check her bottom in the mirror, and satisfied there was no visible panty line, she stubbed out her cigarette and stepped out onto the landing.
Leaning over the balustrade she could see the top of her parents’ heads close together in conversation, their voices not loud enough for her to hear what they were saying. Unnoticed, she made her way down the grand staircase to the hallway below.
Always impeccably turned out her parents were a handsome couple. Etiquette seemed to come naturally to them, but they were far from austere as some of their acquaintances could be. There was a warmth that flowed from them and filled any room they were in. It wasn’t until she reached the last couple of steps that they both looked up. Her father beamed and embraced her as she reached them.
‘Our guest of honour! Happy birthday, Pumpkin.’
He released her and stepped back, putting an arm around her mother, and they both eyed Georgie appraisingly. Her father’s usually clear blue eyes were a little teary. ‘Can you believe it, Evie, our little girl all grown up?’
Tears glistened in her mother’s eyes too. ‘You look beautiful, Georgina. Happy birthday darling.’ Georgie kissed her mother on both cheeks and they left the hall together to await the arrival of their guests.
It was as Georgie predicted; her mother had invited all the usual suspects. Father Williams and his wife were the first to arrive. He was the vicar of the church on the estate. Tall and thin with only a few grey strands of hair left curling on his head, Georgie couldn’t remember him ever looking any different. He and his wife had lived in one of the estate cottages come vicarage for over forty years, and had christened both Georgie and Lily when they reached their first birthdays. It was strange to think that twenty years ago today he held her in his arms and indoctrinated her into the Christian faith. His wife was a wispy old lady but with a kind manner that was equalled by her husband.
They spent the first few minutes after their arrival telling Georgie and her mother about the trip they’d be taking at the end of the month up to the Scottish Highlands to visit Mrs Williams’ relatives. Georgie watched her mother embrace the topic with her usual vigour, rhapsodising over the Scottish landscapes, artists and cuisine. She was always in awe of her mother’s poise and grace, the way she was able to engage anyone in conversation and put them at ease. She was a born hostess.
They were interrupted as the next guests arrived, friends of her parents from London.
Bunnie arrived only a few moments later so Georgie was able to slope off and speak to her friend. She didn’t seem to have inherited her mother’s flare or interest for small talk.
‘I’m so sorry for running off on you earlier. I don’t think I’ve seen Nurse that angry since she caught us smoking that joint in the greenhouse,’ Bunnie said, and both girls had to suppress a fit of giggles.
Georgie lit a cigarette, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. ‘Oh my God, I’d forgotten about that. That must have been at least ten years ago,’ she said, smiling fondly at the memory. ‘Nurse is a big softy really. Her bark is much worse than her bite.’
‘Did she let you off then?’ Bunnie asked.
Georgie grimaced. ‘Let’s just say I won’t be sitting comfortably through dinner.’
Bunnie smiled sympathetically and blushed. ‘Well, maybe we can compare war wounds later. I had a run in with Adams.’ Georgie looked at her friend quizzically. ‘I’ll tell you about it later,’ Bunnie whispered as Georgie’s mother approached.
‘Hello Beatrice, dear,’ Eve said. ‘It’s a shame your mother couldn’t be here tonight. Tell her I send my love.’ She turned to her daughter. ‘Georgie darling, come and mingle with your guests, they’re all here for your birthday, after all.’
Georgie smiled apologetically at Bunnie and bit back the urge to point out that they were not her guests at all, but her parents’ acquaintances. But she sighed and allowed her mother to guide her into the crowd, a smile firmly fixed on her face.
The conservatory looked much busier now that most of the guests had arrived. The men were talking about business and the women competing about where they would be holidaying next year, the unmistakable hum of upper class conversation. By the time Georgie completed a circuit of the conservatory she was exhausted, but she had also received a number of very generous gifts which certainly helped sugar the pill, and had always been a sure way to appease her.
As she was thanking one of her dad’s friends for a pair of beautiful and very expensive diamond earrings, her mother gracefully approached and slipped an arm around her daughter’s waist. ‘Could I just steal the birthday girl away for a moment?’ she said apologetically.
Georgie followed her mother into the hall, surprised by the unusual break from etiquette. ‘Have you seen Lily this evening?’ Eve asked.
‘Isn’t she back yet?’ Georgie said, confused.
‘Back from where? Where did she go?’
‘I was with her this afternoon. She said she had to go to Coxham Marsh village for a while, but she promised she’d be back for the party.’
‘Well she’s late,’ Eve said angrily.
‘Don’t worry, Mum, she’ll be here. Why don’t we just start without her?’
Georgie was a little upset that Lily was late, but she was more concerned about keeping her mother calm. Eve liked her parties to go off without a hitch and tonight was no exception.
‘You’re right,’ Eve conceded, ‘the show must go on.’
Together they walked back into the conservatory, but before they could join in any of the conversation the gong sounded for dinner and they all made their way to the dining room.
Happily, Georgie found herself sitting between her father and a young man she had never met before. She was surprised that both she and Bunnie had missed him slipping in, and she wondered how he knew her parents. Other than Bunnie he was the only person in the room who was anywhere near her own age. He had short brown hair and deep-set hazel eyes. With unremarkable but serious features he smiled politely as she took her seat.
‘Darling, have you been introduced to Jeffery Henderson?’ Her father indicated to the stranger next to her. ‘Jeffery works at my law practice. How long have you been with us now?’
‘Five years, sir,’ he answered.
‘Five years, is it really? Anyway, Jeffery is one of our rising stars, Georgie, you mark my words. I’ll be keeping my eye on this one. He’ll be after my job before long.’
Jeffery blushed and mumbled his thanks, embarrassment clear on his face. ‘Many happy returns,’ he finally managed, gently shaking Georgie’s hand.
He seemed so timid that she found it hard to imagine him standing up in court and arguing his case in front of judge and jury.
Georgie managed to keep up her end of small talk through most of dinner. She had a sneaking suspicion that this was her father’s not so subtle way of setting her up with a nice young man of marriage material. The prospect bored her thoroughly, but she was her mother’s daughter so smiled politely and silently fantasised of being alone with Bunnie later.
She looked over at her friend, who was totally oblivious that the man next to her was bright red in the face as he agreed with every word she was saying about the mysteries of ley lines, whilst trying desperately to look down her top.
By the time they had finished their main course she’d learned about Jeffery’s family, both parents still alive, two brothers, his university, law degree and Masters, and his pet, a dog called Jasper. Their current discussion was just turning towards the last books they had read when she felt a movement under the table.
The hem of her dress was being pulled up and a warm hand began stroking the inside of her thigh. She snapped her head round to look at Jeffery, still waffling on about some historical novel to Mrs Williams, on his other side, who had also joined in the conversation. Georgie looked at the guests around her; everyone was engrossed in their own conversations and no one was paying her any attention. They were all unaware of the phantom hand stroking higher along her thigh, the fingers gently brushing the tight material of her panties.
Maybe she had underestimated Jeffery. He showed no sign on his face as his hand wandered further, still talking casually, not even looking at her. Georgie flushed and turned round trying to look interested in her parents’ conversation with one of their friends about planned restorations due to start at the Manor.
Jeffery’s fingers were purposefully rubbing up and down the crotch of her panties, pushing against the material which was starting to dampen under his touch. Georgie tried to keep a straight face and not indicate the dilemma she was currently in. Her juices were pooling in the silk fabric and she wished the fingers would push harder and rub her tingling clit. But if he carried on the way he was she was going to come, and there was no way she would be able to hide that while sitting at dinner, surrounded by her parents and their most influential friends.
She couldn’t bring herself to look at Jeffery. It was taking all of her concentration trying not to squirm and push against his probing fingers. The effort of just sitting still was enormous. She had to stop herself crying out as one of the fingers found its way under the material and dipped into her warm valley. The rough flesh of the invading digit clumsily flicked over the sensitive nub of her clit. The tiniest touch was too much for Georgie. She jumped up from the table, pushing her skirt down, excusing herself.
She left the dining room almost at a run and flung herself through the first door she came to. The library was empty, as she knew it would be, and leaning against the heavy oak door she hitched up the front of her dress and thrust her hand into her damp knickers, rubbing herself furiously, and she’d been so close to a climax that it only took a few seconds to finish herself off. Panting, she released the hem of her dress and let it fall back down.
There was a knock on the door which startled her, the handle turning slowly. Somebody was trying to get in. She cast her mind wildly, trying to think of a believable reason for her rushing from dinner to come to the library, but couldn’t find one before the door opened.
It was Jeffery. He looked sheepish and uncertain, and well he might. He had been very presumptuous at the table and was lucky that she hadn’t created a scene.
‘Um, your father told me to come and look for you,’ he said, eyeing her almost suspiciously. ‘He wanted me to check you’re okay.’
‘Of course I’m not okay,’ Georgie snapped, the anger suddenly flaring inside her, borne out of shame of her own eagerness. ‘What the hell were you doing in there?’ she demanded. Jeffery stared blankly back at her.
‘Don’t play innocent with me now my father’s not here for you to suck up to,’ she snapped. ‘Do you really think that was the best way to go about impressing your employer?’
‘I really don’t know what you’re talking about,’ he said, taking a step back from the force of her unexpected anger.
‘What do you think he’d say if I marched back in there and told him exactly what you were doing?’ she threatened.
‘Georgina, I honestly don’t know what’s going on here, but if I have done anything to upset you, or offend you, I sincerely apologise.’
He looked genuinely surprised, but Georgie reminded herself that he was a lawyer, a highly trained, professional manipulator of the facts. But on the other hand it would have been a foolhardy thing for him to do, especially as her father was only inches away, and if he was in line for junior partner, why would he do something so risky? In Georgie’s experience lawyers had a natural gift for self-preservation.
But if it wasn’t Jeffery, who was it? Who else had been at the table within reach of her? John Hawkins had been sitting opposite her, another guest of her father’s and a Judge of the Crown. She shuddered at the thought of his hands being anywhere near her. He was old enough to be her grandfather. She felt suddenly nauseous.
‘Sorry, Jeffery, I don’t know what came over me. It’s been a bit of a stressful time lately, what with exams and everything,’ she lied, blushing. She decided whoever it was she didn’t want to make a scene, and the best thing was just to try and pretend it had never happened.
Jeffery seemed to accept her excuse and apology. ‘Can I escort you back to the dining room?’ he asked hesitantly.
Georgie was amazed he even wanted to be in the same room as her; he must think she was some crazy girl, flying off the handle about some imaginary offence. She agreed and they walked the short distance in an embarrassed and uncomfortable silence.
Before she could retake her seat at the table John Hawkins looked up, his greying moustache twitching as he smiled and threw a subtle wink in her direction. Her stomach lurched. Mystery solved, and just the thought of it gave her the creeps; the old man’s hands all over her panties, secretly touching her so intimately. Those fingers exploring her young tender flesh, creeping up her thighs and feeling her juices seep through the material, telling him just how turned on she was. And poor Jeffery, he really didn’t have a clue, how could she ever have thought he would have the balls to do something like that. He really was as wet as she originally thought.
Before Georgie could sit down her mother pulled her to one side. ‘Lily still isn’t back yet,’ she hissed, panic creeping into her voice. ‘Do you think something could have happened to her?’
‘Of course not,’ Georgie said. ‘She probably just bumped into some friends.’
Eve did not look convinced as she sat back down, and Georgie didn’t feel as confident as she had made out either. It was unlike Lily; she always called if she was going to be late and it was really unlike her to miss Georgie’s twenty-first birthday.
After the meal they all moved into one of the larger reception rooms, Georgie managing to keep her distance from both John Hawkins and Jeffery for most of the evening. She told Bunnie in a whisper what had happened, but far from being as outraged as Georgie was she actually found it amusing.
‘Come on, you have to see the funny side of it,’ she giggled. ‘If you ever have to stand before him in court, at least you know he’ll be lenient.’
Before Georgie could respond she heard a tapping of metal on crystal, her father rapping his glass with a fork, while everyone’s own glass was filled with champagne.
With obvious pride her father proposed a toast to Georgie’s twenty-first and handed her the key to a brand new Porsche. Finally the party had been worth all the hassle, Georgie seriously considering leaving right then, but decided it might just seem a little spoilt if she took off prematurely, and besides, she’d been drinking champagne in an attempt to block out the incident with the judge. She would have to wait until the morning to even see her new toy.
The last guest eventually left about two-thirty in the morning and Georgie was exhausted. All she wanted to do was crawl into bed, but her mother was now franticly worried about Lily who had still not returned home.
‘A person has to be missing for at least twenty-four hours before the police will even begin to take it seriously,’ her father was saying, ‘and she’s not even been missing for one night.’
‘But I know something’s happened to her.’ Her mother was close to tears.
‘It’s okay, Evie, you know what teenagers are like these days. Let’s go to bed and if she’s not back in the morning Georgie and I will go out looking for her.’
After more persuasion and reassurances that Lily would be safe and at a friend’s, Georgie’s mother reluctantly agreed to try to get some sleep, but she made it very clear she would be giving Lily the ‘I was worried sick’ speech in the morning.
Climbing into bed at last Georgie was still worried about her sister’s absence too, but as her head hit the pillow she fell asleep almost at once.
Georgie was woken early next morning, her mother sitting on the bed beside her stroking her hair. Instantly alert Georgie knew something was wrong. Nurse usually woke her up and she never normally saw her mother until she went down to breakfast.
‘What’s wrong?’ she asked, pushing herself up onto her pillows.
Her mother looked tired and washed-out. Georgie was alarmed at how frail she looked; overnight she appeared to have aged ten years. Her eyes were sunken and Georgie knew she had not slept a wink.
‘Lily’s still not home, and she hasn’t been back all night,’ her mother blurted, tears meandering down her cheeks.
‘It’s all right, Mum,’ Georgie said, taking her hand. ‘I’ll help Dad look for her and if no one has seen her we’ll call the police when we get back.’
Her mother managed a weak smile. ‘I just want her home.’
Georgie quickly dressed, grabbed some toast for breakfast, and set off into Coxham Marsh village alone. Her father had driven to the neighbouring village where Lily went to college, hoping she was with one of her friends there.
Georgie didn’t know where to start. Although the village was built on the Manor’s land and technically owned by her father, she never had much reason to leave the estate and explore the surrounding area.
She drove the five miles from the estate to the tiny high street which was the focal point for the local community. The street only comprised of a handful of shops. A post office come sweetshop, a butcher, and a general store selling everything from groceries to watch batteries. At one end of the row was a petrol station with two pumps on the forecourt, and at the other end was a small tea shop. The largest building by far was The Greenman pub, which dominated the high street.
The large supermarkets were yet to monopolise this small corner of England as they had the rest of the country. Just as well, because if they squeezed out the family run shops the population of Coxham Marsh would probably halve.
She walked into each shop in turn, impatiently waiting in line, listening to the conversations between the shoppers and the shop assistants, frustrated at the length of time it took them to pay for their purchases. When she finally reached each counter she pulled out a photograph of Lily, dressed in the pleated blue skirt and white shirt of her school uniform. The photo was only about six months old and had been taken in her last year of school. Most of the people she spoke to were kind enough to take the time to look at the picture, but all of them looked back at her, shaking their heads, no sign of recognition in their eyes.
There had been no sighting of Lily. Georgie wasn’t really surprised but she had to do something. It had been a long shot, and she hoped her father was having better luck contacting her college friends.
Still, Georgie didn’t want to go home. She’d feel useless just sitting around trying to console her mother. She would much rather be doing something positive. She needed action, so she decided to walk along some of the more rural paths and ask anyone she happened to pass.
Georgie walked out of the village centre and followed one of the country roads that linked the farms to civilisation. After what felt like miles she still hadn’t met another living soul. She considered heading back to the Manor, but as she turned a corner she came across a small church. She had never been inside before, always using the one on the estate, however she decided it would be the last place she would check before heading home. So she followed the narrow pathway through the churchyard to see if there was anyone around she could talk to.
Either side was lined with gravestones, many looking extremely old, the names once carved upon them now unreadable, eroded by weather and time. She passed a tiny mound of dirt, a new occupant of the hallowed ground. Fresh flowers covered twice the area of the tiny grave. Georgie quickly averted her eyes, uncomfortable, like she was intruding on a stranger’s grief.
The church was a traditional stone building that dated back to the 17th Century. The bell tower was purely for decoration as the bell itself had not been replaced for the last hundred years. Georgie had to throw all her weight against the large oak doors to open them, and she stumbled across the threshold into the cool interior. It wasn’t a large place; it could probably hold a congregation of about two hundred. Rows of pews led to the altar, upon which was a large gold crucifix. Stained glass windows dominated the walls bathing the church in a rainbow of colour, the roof still supported by the original timber beams.
She took a seat in the back pew and stared down at her hands on her lap, unsure why she was there. She didn’t expect to find her sister here but she was worried as it was not like Lily to just take off without telling anyone.
Georgie heard footsteps heading towards her. She kept her head bowed, not wanting to be disturbed, but the footsteps stopped right in front of her. She looked up, and the vicar looked down upon her, smiling broadly. Even though his eyes shone kindly she felt intimidated by his presence, and her pulse quickened.
‘Are you all right, my dear?’ he asked, his voice full of concern.
Suddenly Georgie was trembling all over, and she couldn’t stop tears spilling down her cheeks. Hiding her face in her hands she sobbed silently. The priest sat down next to her and put a comforting arm around her shoulder.
‘My dear girl... there, there. What is wrong? Is there anything I can do?’
Georgie looked up at him with watery eyes. ‘I’m Lady Georgina. My father is Lord Marrington.’ She saw a flicker of recognition cross his face and he withdrew his arm from her shoulders.
‘I’m sorry, Lady Georgina,’ he stammered, ‘I had no idea...’
Georgie cut him off with a wave of her hand. ‘It’s okay,’ she reassured him. ‘My sister’s been missing all night and I’ve been in the village looking for her. I’m so worried that something terrible has happened.’ It might have been her imagination but the vicar seemed to pale slightly.
‘What did the police say?’ he asked in almost a whisper.
‘Nothing, we haven’t called them yet. It’s just so unlike her to leave without telling anyone, but she may just want some time on her own. Besides, there’s no point causing that kind of scandal if she’s just staying with friends, or with a boyfriend.’
The vicar didn’t look like he agreed with this explanation, but he didn’t push it. Instead he said, ‘Please tell your mother and father my thoughts and prayers are with them, and that I hope your sister is quickly delivered back to you all safe and sound.’ Georgie nodded gracefully. ‘Would you like to say a prayer for her?’ he asked.
Georgie looked into his eyes. There was a calmness there. She couldn’t remember the last time she had prayed, it must have been as a small child in Sunday school. The priest led her between the pews and up to the altar. He turned to face her and indicated that she should kneel. Georgie did as she was instructed and knelt before him, her eyes closed and her head bowed. For a moment there was perfect silence, then he began to speak.
‘Lord, we are asking for your help today, not for ourselves but for one of your flock, who may have wandered off the righteous path. Please watch over her and guide her back to her family and loved ones...’
As Georgie listened to his prayer he gently laid his hands on her shoulders, the rhythmic patterns of his voice lulling her as he softly massaged her neck...
‘Amen,’ he finished.
‘Amen,’ Georgie repeated. She was suddenly aware of the vicar’s close proximity and waited for him to move away, but instead she felt the hands on her neck gently moving to her hair. Georgie froze, unsure of his intentions, and began to tremble as his hands continued to stroke her head. At last she found the courage to look up. He smiled at her as he then stroked her face, looking at her with something close to pity. His fingers traced her cheek, still damp from earlier tears, and travelled along her jaw, caressing the delicate flesh of her neck again.
‘I have something to tell you,’ he said, suddenly looking unnerved. ‘But you have to understand how difficult this is for me. A man in my position could get into a lot of trouble.’
Georgie pulled back from his reach, but remained on her knees. ‘Do you know something about my sister? Please tell me, she could be in real danger and I would never forgive myself if anything happened to her!’ She began to cry again and looked up at the priest pleadingly. ‘Please help me,’ she struggled in almost a whisper.
His expression was troubled, like he was fighting an internal conflict, debating the right thing to do. Finally he spoke; his voice had a slight tremor.
‘It has been said that your sister’s forays in the village have not been entirely wholesome.’ The vicar wiped away a bead of sweat that had begun to trickle from his temple. He did not seem at all comfortable with what he was about to say, but he continued. ‘I could tell you what I know but I would want something in return.’ He lifted his hand to her face again and their eyes met.
‘I would do anything to find Lily,’ she promised. ‘My father is a very wealthy man and I’m sure he’ll be happy to make a large donation...’ her words tailed off. The vicar was shaking his head, smiling pityingly.
‘You misunderstand me, child...’ he replied, and keeping one hand against the side of her face, he lifted the front of his robe.
To Georgie’s shock he was completely naked underneath, his semi-erect penis only inches from her face. Now she knew what he wanted! How could she have been so naïve? He may have been a man of God but he was still a man, after all. But there was no other choice. She had to help her sister, and if she had to suck off this old fraud for information, then so be it. So she reached up and grasped his thick shaft with her slender fingers, slowly stroking the length.
Swallowing her revulsion she hesitantly parted her lips and pulled his bulbous head into her mouth. His cock stiffened and she looked up to see him smiling down at her, and felt a sudden and surprising thrill. She knew he was getting off on having one of the young ladies of the estate on her knees before him, but Georgie felt a strange sort of power over the old man. She knew how to make the most of her sexual talents and was confident she could have him wrapped around her little finger in no time.
She gagged as the enormous growth reached the back of her throat. The vicar grunted his satisfaction and thrust his hips, forcing himself further down. Her eyes began to water but the vicar held her tight by the back of her head, until she had swallowed his entire length.
‘There’s a good girl,’ the vicar whispered. ‘Take it all the way down.’ He stroked her hair almost tenderly as he half retracted his organ, glistening with her saliva, but her respite was short-lived as her mouth was again filled with his throbbing flesh. His hands moved down her neck and caressed her shoulders, his skin surprisingly soft as he traced the line of her collarbone.
Georgie had to concentrate so intently on her breathing that she hardly realised the vicar had unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her bare breasts. His fingers quickly found her nipples, pinching them clumsily as she sucked on his throbbing flesh. She tried to cry out but all she could manage was a strangled sob, the vicar maintaining his relentless thrusts into her mouth.
All thoughts of her sister were lost. Georgie’s knees and legs were beginning to ache from holding her position on the hard floor, but she wasn’t about to stop now, there was a fire burning in the pit of her stomach and the tingling between her legs was becoming unbearable. There was something so dirty, so unholy about being on her knees in the church doing something so perverted.
Georgie reached down and pulled her skirt above her hips, revealing stocking-tops and white silk panties. The vicar stopped his thrusts and removed his wet penis from her mouth, the large purple bulb pulsing inches from her face.
For a moment everything was still while the vicar gazed between her milky thighs. Slipping a hand inside her panties she gave an involuntary shudder, her fingers delving into the hot wetness that waited there. The vicar grabbed himself and began to stroke his shaft rhythmically, his eyes still transfixed at the spot where Georgie’s fingers were working away under the tight satin. Georgie felt like she had gained some advantage, the power back with her.
‘My pussy’s so wet,’ she said in a whisper that seemed to reverberate around the church.
Slowly and deliberately she withdrew her hand. Two slender fingers covered in her own juices moved towards her mouth and lingered on her lips. She had the vicar’s undivided attention. She put her hand once again into her soft folds of flesh. ‘Mmmm,’ she moaned softly, leaning her head back.
She was giving the old pervert a good show, but she knew what she was doing. So what if the aging priest watching her masturbate was making her as horny as hell? So what if all she could think about was grabbing his erect prick and thrusting it deep inside her until she came. But she managed to maintain a shred of self-control... for now. First, he had to fulfil his end of the bargain.
‘Would you like to see my nice wet pussy?’ she asked him, still pressing her advantage.
The vicar nodded his head, not meeting her eyes. Georgie hooked her thumbs into her waistband and pulled her soaking panties midway down her thighs. Her glistening mound was clean-shaven, which delighted the vicar. He gasped at the sight and then dropped to his knees in front of her, his hand pumping his hard cock furiously.
‘Do you like what you see?’ she asked, her fingers lazily playing over her slippery folds.
With two fingers she held her lips apart, allowing him a full view of her wet hole and swollen clitoris. He was so close to her now; she had him exactly where she wanted him.
‘Do you want to put your big fat cock in my tight wet pussy?’ she taunted, and the vicar merely groaned in response. ‘I want your cock in me, I want you to fuck me right here, right now. Would you like that?’
‘Yes,’ came his gravelly reply.
‘Then you know what you have to do. Just tell me what you know. I’m so wet, please tell me so I can have you inside me. I know you want it as much as I do. Look how wet my pussy is.’ She thrust three fingers inside herself with ease and watched his bright red face contort in turmoil, his desire as a man fighting with his duty to God.
He groaned. ‘She’s... she’s a prostitute. A whore, a harlot. She sells sex for money,’ he blurted, unable to restrain himself any longer, desire defeating beliefs. ‘Ask around in The Greenman,’ he continued. ‘She’s known to pick up business in there.’
Georgie was not given time to absorb this information; the pact now complete the vicar launched himself upon her, knocking her to the floor. His hands were everywhere, grabbing at her breasts, clawing between her legs, probing between her buttocks. He flipped her over onto her knees, her skirt above her waist, her pert buttocks thrust into the air. Even though she knew what was to come she couldn’t help but cry out as he penetrated her sopping hole in a single thrust. With his hot pole deep inside her, sending an unexpected warmth all over her body, she lifted her hips to allow him to plunge deeper.
His frantic thrusts were hard and fast, erratic and almost primitive. It wasn’t long before she felt him pulsing inside her, and the warm gush of fluid pumping deep into her.
Withdrawing his quickly softening shaft he stood up, leaving Georgie panting on the floor. Without looking around she pulled up her wet panties and silently rearranged her skirt. She was shocked, about what she had been told of Lily, about her own behaviour, and about how much she had enjoyed it.
Shakily she got to her feet and buttoned up her blouse. Turning slowly to face the priest she found herself alone. He had vanished into thin air.
‘Coward,’ she shouted into the silence, and stormed out of the empty church.
Georgie couldn’t face going back to the Manor. What would she tell her parents? If what the vicar said was true she clearly didn’t know her sister as well as she thought she did. Lily, a prostitute? It couldn’t possibly be true, could it?
Georgie hadn’t been home as much as she should have been lately; maybe she should have made more of an effort to see her sister over the last year. But she had been so wrapped up in her own life in Cambridge, would she have known if her sister was unhappy? Lily could be rebelling, but it just seemed so unlike her; she was such a determined person, she knew her own mind and in her own way she was already rebelling against her parents by going to a state college and wanting a career in the church. She always said with a smile that she would be the first female Pope. And Georgie thought she was only half joking.
Georgie decided that instead of going home she would go over to Bunnie’s. Things always seemed clearer when she was with her friend. There she could call her parents and see if there was any news. Lily might even be home by now, and Georgie could be worrying for nothing. But she could also confide in Bunnie, she could tell her everything that had happened in the church, she knew her friend would not judge her, and she knew Lily as well as Georgie did. Bunnie was sure to have an opinion on the vicar’s revelation.
Bunnie lived with her mother on the outskirts of the neighbouring town. They were lifelong friends of Georgie’s family. Both dynasties had lived in the area for generations. Bunnie’s family were an extremely wealthy aristocracy that owned most of the land that the town was built on.
Despite Bunnie finishing her education (not that Georgie thought that obtaining her degree in Wiccan practices was a real qualification), Bunnie was content to live with her mother, Anneka, dedicating her free time to tarot readings, astronomy, crystallography, alternative therapies and painting.
Bunnie didn’t need to worry about an income. Her father died when she was just six, and as an only child not only did she have a very generous allowance that she couldn’t possibly spend, she would also inherit the entire fortune in her mother’s will. Georgie didn’t even know how much her friend would be worth, but taking the land, the estate, investments and a handful of business enterprises you were talking many millions. But to know Bunnie you would know how unaffected she was by it all. That was one of the things that brought them together as children. Georgie was always treated differently by others of her own age, probably because of her father and the fact that most of the people in the village relied on her family for work in some form or another. But Bunnie seemed oblivious to the pomp and circumstance of their social circle, they hit it off straight away and had been close friends ever since.
She arrived at Bunnie’s half an hour later. It was a grand three storey building, surrounded by gardens and acres of farmland. It was nowhere near as impressive as Marrington Manor, but it was beautiful and picturesque and more than enough for the two of them.
Bunnie’s father died when they were kids, and Georgie remembered when it happened. She hadn’t been allowed to go to the funeral, she was too young, but she had gone to the gathering afterwards. She remembered Bunnie dressed in her favourite pink dress, the only colour in a sea of black, clinging furiously to her mother. Georgie didn’t speak to Bunnie that day; she didn’t know what to say. She was only a child herself and had no idea of the enormity of the event. Bunnie had been more reserved in the months following her father’s death, but the girls’ close friendship seemed to bring her back out of herself, and in time she was the same lively girl that Georgie had always known. She had vowed that she would never let her friend down again and she would always be there for her.
Georgie’s knock on the door was answered by a surprised Anneka. She beamed at the sight of her and pulled her into a bone-crushing hug.
‘Hello stranger, long time no see!’ she exclaimed, releasing her and stepping back so Georgie could enter.
Bunnie was the spitting image of her mother. They were often mistaken for sisters as her mother looked nothing like her forty-five years. They were so alike that Georgie often felt irrationally flustered when they were in close proximity. Anneka’s eyes were still a young, sparkling blue, her blonde hair tied in a French plait. In jeans and a tight grey sweater she could easily have passed for a student at Georgie’s university.
‘Hello, Anneka, how are you?’
‘Very well, thanks Georgie, and happy birthday! Sorry I couldn’t make your party last night but I had something I just couldn’t get out of. But I was hoping you’d stop by as it’s been ages since I’ve seen you. How’s life in Cambridge?’
‘Good,’ said Georgie. ‘It’s hard work though. I’ve got my exams at the end of the year.’
‘Well I hope they aren’t working you too hard. You should make sure you take some time for yourself too. I don’t know if Bunnie’s told you but my life coach has been teaching me tai chi...’
‘Oh mum, she doesn’t want to hear about your latest fad.’ Bunnie appeared in the hallway and walked over to give her friend a lingering hug. ‘Any news on Lily?’
Georgie shook her head.
‘Oh I’m so sorry, Georgie darling, I totally forgot to ask,’ Anneka said. ‘Your mother called me this morning and told me Lily hadn’t come home. You must be so worried.’
‘I’ve been asking around Coxham Marsh but nobody’s see her.’ She shot Bunnie a glance, hoping she would interpret the meaning correctly. She needed to talk to her in private.
‘Let’s go through to the sitting room,’ Bunnie said, and guided her down the hall.
‘I’ll have cook send in some snacks,’ Anneka called after them.
‘What’s happened?’ Bunnie asked once they were safely in her private living room.
‘I’ll tell you in a moment. Can I call home first? I want to see if they’ve found her.’ Georgie picked up the phone and dialled, and while in conversation with her mother a veritable feast was brought in, and Bunnie was sitting on the sofa, cross-legged, munching a sandwich while absentmindedly shuffling a deck of tarot cards.
‘Still no news?’ she asked as Georgie hung up the phone.
‘No, nothing,’ Georgie sighed, lighting a cigarette and tapping her fingers on the arm of her chair. ‘Dad called; he hasn’t found her yet either but he’s still out looking. Mum’s not handling it very well. She’s convinced she’s been kidnapped or is lying in a ditch somewhere.’
Georgie looked down at the plate of food. Her stomach was churning with anxiety and she didn’t think she could keep anything down. Bunnie noted her friend’s expression and poured her a large brandy instead.
‘Drink this, it’ll help,’ she said, handing her the amber liquid. ‘So what do you think happened to her?’
Georgie took a sip of the brandy. It burned its way down her throat and hit her stomach. She then proceeded to tell Bunnie in detail everything that had happened in the church, including what the vicar had told her. Bunnie sat listening, slight shock registering on her face when Georgie got to the part about the price of the information, and what it cost her. But she looked more shocked to hear what the vicar had said about Lily.
‘You don’t believe him?’ Bunnie asked, once Georgie had finished her story.
‘I don’t know,’ she said, sounding deflated. ‘Ordinarily there’d be no way I’d believe it, but it’s so out of character for her to go missing like this. And she missed my birthday. I just don’t know what to think.’
‘Well I don’t believe it. I know Lily and there’s no way she would get involved in anything like that.’
‘But then, why would the vicar say it?’
‘To get a fuck out of you?’ said Bunnie, matter of factly.
Georgie had considered that, and of course it was a possibility. The thought of it made her sick to her stomach; that she might have gone through all that and he was just playing her the whole time. But could she risk ignoring the information if there was the slightest possibility that he was telling the truth? ‘It can’t hurt to check out the pub. Will you come with me? I won’t say anything to my parents until we find out whether it’s true or not.’
‘Of course I’ll come with you,’ Bunnie said. ‘But I’ve got a really bad feeling about this.’
It was half past ten and Georgie and Bunnie were on their second bottle of wine. They sat at the bar in the village pub. The Greenman was as old as the church and looked as if it hadn’t been redecorated in the last fifty years. The wallpaper was peeling at the corners, threatening to fall off at any moment. The carpet may have been a red colour at some point, but was now just a filthy brown.
Bunnie leaned forward. ‘Are we going to ask someone or not?’
Georgie looked around. Apart from a group of rough-looking middle-aged men at the other end of the bar, they had been the only customers all night. She felt conspicuous, even though she had dressed down for the occasion in jeans and a T-shirt, her hair pulled into a ponytail, and she wore little make-up. Bunnie had done the same, discarding their usual designer labels and dressing down so they would hopefully pass as a couple of students from the town. If people found out she was Lady Georgina they may be less likely to give her the information she needed. Although, now they were here she began to think it wasn’t such a good idea. Close-knit communities like this were always suspicious of strangers, and the group of locals kept shooting furtive glances in their direction.
‘Do you want me to ask them?’ Bunnie said.
‘I don’t know. I’m not so sure this is a good idea.’
The barman or landlord who had been serving them all evening reappeared from a door behind the bar. He was a large man in build as well as height, and he had to stoop to avoid a collision with the low beams of the pub. His head was a tangled mess of black hair and his face was hidden by an unkempt beard. He walked towards them wiping his hands on a dirty dishcloth, and looked at them through beetle-black eyes.
‘You still here then?’ he barked at them, wiping the bar top with the same filthy rag.
If his appearance was intimidating it was nothing compared with his abrupt manner. Georgie was not accustomed to meeting men like him. The gruff figure before her would not look out of place in the wild. There was a power radiating from him, with an underlying air of danger. He scared Georgie, but she tried to dismiss the feeling. She was being silly, letting her imagination get the better of her. She took a sip of her wine and prepared to ask him the question she’d been rehearsing in her head, but Bunnie got in there first.
‘We’re down here to visit our friend Lily, but she hasn’t turned up. She’s about my height, fair hair... has she been in today?’ she asked, trying to sound casual.
The barman continued to eye them for a minute before answering. ‘I’ve never heard of her. Now drink up; we’re closing early tonight.’ He turned and walked to the other end of the bar and joined in conversation with the huddle of men.
‘Come on, let’s get out of here,’ Georgie said, draining the last of her wine. What a complete waste of time. Maybe her mother was right and they should just call the police.
As they left the pub Georgie felt the eyes of the men watching them leave, and walking to the car Georgie said, ‘I shouldn’t drive. I’ve had too much to drink tonight’
‘Okay, I’ve only had a couple,’ Bunnie offered.
Georgie fumbled for a moment in her handbag. ‘I can’t find the keys. I don’t believe this. I must have dropped them inside. I’ll have to go back and get them.’
‘I’ll come with you,’ Bunnie said, and the girls made their way back to the pub entrance, but as they reached the door Georgie noticed all the lights were off and when she tried the handle she found the door locked.
‘They must have closed already, but I didn’t see the others leave,’ Georgie said, confused.
‘Let’s check round the back,’ Bunnie suggested. ‘Maybe we can find another way in.’
Georgie thought about the landlord and was positively terrified at the thought of barging in on him, but she couldn’t think of another way to get her keys back, and it was a long walk home in the dark. So, with Bunnie in the lead they walked around the side of the building. They heard the sound of a door being slammed and silently tiptoed around the corner, peeking, and saw a small yard at the back of the pub, with stone steps leading down under ground level.
‘They must lead to the cellar,’ Bunnie whispered, tentatively moving closer to get a better look.
At the bottom of the steps was a plain blue door, the paint cracked and peeling. On the side wall was a window, and this one was not in darkness. A flickering light danced inside and muffled voices could be heard from the other side of the door. Bunnie dashed down the steps before Georgie could stop her.
‘Come back you idiot,’ she hissed, ‘you’re going to get us caught!’
But Bunnie paid no attention. She was staring through the window, her eyes wide and her mouth sagging. Without looking away she beckoned Georgie down, who hesitated only for a second before curiosity got the better of her. She hurried beside Bunnie and looked in the window. It was a cellar, with most of the floor space taken up by barrels and crates. The light inside came from candles placed around the basement, casting elongated shadows on the exposed brickwork.
Georgie immediately saw what had caught Bunnie’s attention. In the middle of the room stood the landlord of the pub and in front of him, on her knees, was a woman Georgie had never seen before. She appeared to be in her late forties and wore nothing but a bathrobe, which had been pulled open to reveal the fullness of her naked bosom. Georgie couldn’t get a clear view of her face; she was leaning forward, both hands wrapped tightly around the landlord’s erect shaft, her head bobbing as she swallowed it.
Georgie tore her eyes away to look at Bunnie, who was still staring avidly through the window, her expression unreadable.
Turning back to the scene in the cellar she saw with further amazement that there were other people there too. Half hidden in the shadows they were not noticeable at first. Even though she could not see their faces she was ready to bet they were the men from the bar, and she saw they too were watching the debauched scene. Then a sudden flutter in her stomach caused her to blush and she stared harder, hoping Bunnie hadn’t noticed.
The landlord, still fully dressed, had his hands on his hips, looking down at the woman kneeling in front of him. Next to her Georgie heard Bunnie’s breathing quicken. They should get out of there before they were seen. Georgie didn’t want to imagine what would happen if they were caught.
The landlord began to thrust his hips and grasped handfuls of the woman’s hair as he pushed his engorged cock deeper into her mouth. It lasted only seconds before he threw his head back and let out a guttural roar that both girls could hear from the other side of the window. Viscous liquid dribbled down the woman’s chin as the landlord extracted his penis and zipped it back inside his trousers. The woman didn’t move or even attempt to cover herself up, but remained kneeling on the stone floor.
‘What now?’ whispered Bunnie.
A figure stepped out of the shadows, and Georgie was right; it was one of the men from the bar. He was a small, portly man with a large bulge visible in his dark corduroy trousers. His round face was blotchy and covered in a sweaty sheen, the excitement obvious on his features. He stopped in front of the woman, momentarily motionless.
Georgie realised she’d been holding her breath. Something was stirring inside her, a slow burning in the pit of her stomach, a delicious fear.
The man now centre stage undid his belt, allowing his trousers to fall to the floor, his cock clearly visible, straining to get out of his greying Y-fronts. Licking his rubbery lips he pulled down his pants and fed his erection to the woman waiting in front of him. She took his entire length in a single swallow, and as her lips closed around his flesh he closed his eyes, an expression of pure pleasure on his face. His hands remained on the woman’s shoulders as he rocked rhythmically back and forth. But not for long. The short performance obviously surprised the woman as the man shuddered into his orgasm, and she began to choke on his seed. He hastily pulled up his trousers and retreated back to the shadows, leaving the woman coughing and spluttering on all fours.
The next man to step forward was already naked from the waist down, stroking himself slowly as he approached. Georgie couldn’t believe her eyes as once again the woman, now back on her heels, obediently allowed her mouth to be penetrated.
Georgie turned to look at Bunnie who, as yet, had not looked away from the window. She was staring transfixed at the scene, a strange but serene look on her face. She had a hand between her legs and was slowly grinding it over the rough denim of her jeans.
Georgie reached out a hand and with nimble fingers unbuttoned Bunnie’s shirt, revealing her bare breasts, two round globes that seemed to defy gravity. She positioned herself behind Bunnie, pushing her body firmly into the other girl’s back, keeping a clear view through the window. As Georgie watched the woman on her knees sucking her third cock she worked both Bunnie’s nipples simultaneously, softly tweaking and stroking them before her own lust took over and she was pinching and twisting them. Bunnie began to moan softly but didn’t take her eyes off the window. Keeping one hand clamped tightly to Bunnie’s left nipple, Georgie slid her other hand over her friend’s exposed stomach, then lower until she reached her mound. The fabric was already damp and through the tight material Georgie could feel her fleshy lips and the deep crevice that parted them. Using her whole hand she began to massage and squeeze the wet gusset, feeling her own juices flowing in empathy.
‘Harder,’ Bunnie whispered as she arched her back, pushing her bottom into Georgie’s groin. ‘Harder,’ she repeated, pleading.
Georgie obliged, spurred on by her friend’s appeals. They could be caught at any moment, spying on the bizarre group in the cellar. The excitement building inside was threatening to overtake her but she didn’t want it to stop and couldn’t help grinding herself against Bunnie’s gorgeous bum.
Through the window a fourth man had grown bored of waiting and was fumbling with his belt. He flopped out his hard shaft with its shiny purple head and nudged it against the woman’s already stretched lips.
Georgie’s eyes bulged at the sight and Bunnie issued a groan of longing. It wasn’t fair; that woman had two juicy cocks to play with while the girls outside were left unsatisfied and fumbling in the dark. Georgie tightened her grip on Bunnie and felt the denim was now saturated with hot juices, and knew her friend shared her frustrations.
The woman now had a cock in each hand, the glistening tips touching as she ran her tongue over them, stroking each shaft in synchronised movements. She pumped faster and faster until the proceedings were cut short by the intervention of the landlord.
‘There’s someone out there!’ he suddenly shouted, pointing at the window, and everyone turned to look in the direction of the two mortified girls.
They ran, Georgie in the lead. Arriving back at the car, gasping for breath, she turned to find herself alone in the empty car park. Bunnie was nowhere to be seen. Her heart hammering hard in her chest she slowly retraced her steps. She stopped at the corner of the building again, hearing a voice.
‘Take her inside,’ ordered the landlord. ‘I’ll have a look around and see if I can find the other one.’
Georgie pressed herself flat against the wall, trying to hide in the shadows. She held her breath, listening, expecting to be found at any moment. Heavy footsteps echoed around the concrete yard but she couldn’t tell in which direction they were going. Her heart was beating a violent tattoo that she felt sure was going to give her away, but after agonising seconds a door slammed and she summoned the courage to peek around the corner.
Bunnie stood shivering in the middle of the cellar. It wasn’t the temperature making her tremble uncontrollably; she was petrified. When both girls were spotted Bunnie had been quite unprepared, caught up in her own intense feelings with Georgie pushing up close behind her and stroking her pussy so expertly, and it had taken a critical second to pull herself back to reality and remember where she was.
Georgie had sprinted up the steps ahead of her, and as the door to the cellar burst open two strong hands grabbed Bunnie around the waist, lifting her off her feet. She had been taken inside and thrown unceremoniously onto the cold stone floor. And now she stood eyes wide with fear, her arms folded across her bare breasts trying to distinguish the figures in the shadows.
‘Well, look what the cat dragged in,’ the landlord sneered, stepping forward in the flickering candlelight. His black eyes glittered as they travelled over her dishevelled appearance. ‘What were you doing creeping around the yard? Don’t you know it’s dangerous for girls to be wandering around on their own after dark?’
There was a snigger from a corner of the room, but it was too dingy to see who made the sound.
‘I’ve lost my car keys...’ Bunnie started lamely, the first thing that popped into her head. What else could she say? The landlord regarded her for a moment.
‘You know what I think,’ he said, smiling grimly. ‘I think you were spying on us.’
‘No, no,’ Bunnie began to protest, but he took a step closer, cutting her short.
‘And do you know what else I think? I think you enjoyed it.’
She opened her mouth to protest, but she couldn’t. The heat rose in her cheeks as she remembered how turned on she had become watching in secret. She could feel the wet material between her legs and her hard nipples were still throbbing from their sweet torture. She prayed her arousal would not betray her. The landlord licked his lips and she had the creepy feeling that he knew exactly what she was thinking.
‘Strip,’ he ordered, and Bunnie only hesitated for a second.
Georgie crouched under the windowsill, breathing hard, trying to summon the courage to take another peek through the window. They must have taken Bunnie inside. She had to do something; anything could be happening to her in there. Slowly she pulled herself up, peered through the glass, her heart hammering in her chest as her worst fears were confirmed. The landlord was standing with his back to the window, but Bunnie was clearly visible, pale and looking sullen, her shirt unfastened.
Georgie stood aghast as Bunnie dropped her arms and pushed her shoulders back, letting her shirt fall to the floor. She didn’t even try to cover herself, her pert breasts quivering in the candlelight, rising and falling with every anxious breath.
She watched Bunnie undo her belt, still gazing avidly at the landlord. What on earth was going on in there? What could they possibly be saying to Bunnie to make her strip naked? She definitely wasn’t being physically forced to, but maybe she was being threatened. But as Bunnie struggled out of her jeans she didn’t look particularly scared. Her eyes were shining and a curious smile played around her lips. She was enjoying it. The little slut was actually enjoying it!
Bunnie stood in just her tight white panties. It gave her such a thrill to see the way the landlord was staring at her, his piggy eyes sparkling greedily, his face red and blotchy, his mouth slightly sagging. It hadn’t even occurred to her that she should refuse his gruff order. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slowly peeled the damp fabric down, exposing her cleanly-shaven mound, her pink lips glistening traitorously.
Her panties were still around her thighs as the landlord advanced on her. Cupping one of Bunnie’s soft pale breasts in each hand he pulled at her erect nipples, roughly tweaking and pinching them between his course fingers, sending bolts of pain running the length of her body. He smiled at her obvious discomfort as she squirmed and gasped at his touch.
‘Beautiful,’ he grunted, before lowering his head and taking a nipple between his teeth.
‘Ohhh,’ Bunnie gasped as he began to suck deeply on her delicate teat. She threw her head back as the rough treatment sent her head reeling, her body responding to her public abuse at this disgusting brute’s hands.
He had both breasts in a vicelike grip and moved his mouth inexpertly between the two until her nipples were raw, then he stopped abruptly.
‘Patrick,’ he growled, shock causing Bunnie to jump, her breasts bouncing in sympathy.
There was movement in the corner behind her and one of the men she had seen earlier in the evening moved into view carrying a large wooden crate. He set it down next to her, he too leering at the shapely contours of her naked body.
‘Kneel down,’ the landlord ordered, and Bunnie dropped to her knees obediently, the simple instruction setting her pulse racing. Only minutes earlier she’d been watching the pretty blonde in exactly the same position. Was the same fate in store for her? She fleetingly wondered what had happened to her predecessor. She must have been spirited away when they realised they were being spied upon.
Bunnie kept her head bowed, her eyes fixed firmly on the grimy floor. She was embarrassed by her own nudity, but worse, she was ashamed by her own eagerness in her complicity. Confusion and arousal fought for control of her body. She could demand to be allowed to leave immediately, or face whatever degradation these men inflicted upon her. She felt her resolve melting as she thought of the audience waiting to take their turn in her mouth, and licked her lips in shameful anticipation.
At an unseen signal from the landlord Patrick kicked the crate in front of her. ‘Hold her down,’ came the landlord’s voice above her. ‘We don’t want this one to get away.’
Patrick pushed her over the box, his strong grip securely pinning her arms to her sides. She wasn’t going anywhere. She was now kneeling with her torso flat atop the wooden crate, the rough surface painful against her soft flesh, her bottom exposed for the whole room to see. Her heart was beating wildly; they hadn’t done this to the other woman. Sucking a cock or two was one thing, but she wasn’t expecting this and the sudden rush of fear and arousal caused warm juices to trickle down her thighs. She actually wanted to feel the landlord’s strong hands on her again, to prise her open and insert those course fingers deep inside her aching pussy.
Her face burned with shame as she voluntarily parted her legs, lifting her buttocks, offering herself. She knew the landlord was standing right behind her, staring down at her silently begging to be penetrated.
Patrick tightened his hold as the landlord knelt between her feet and gripped her flanks, and in one swift movement his erect cock impaled her. Bunnie cried out as his rigid pole filled her completely, the air suddenly vanished from her lungs and her body clenched against the invasion. Slowly the landlord pulled back until the bulbous head was poised just at her entrance, nudging gently at the pink flesh, teasing her pouting sex.
Bunnie sobbed quietly; she felt empty. Do it again, she begged silently. Please do it again...
‘Please,’ she whimpered out loud, delicious shame filling her as she begged him for further humiliation.
Sturdy fingers spanned her waist and he thrust so hard she thought she was going to topple off the crate, his hard shaft stretching her more than she ever thought possible. Tears sprang to her eyes as the pain merged into pleasure, but all too soon he was sliding back out leaving her empty again, her body begging for more.
Georgie stood paralysed, unable to believe what she was seeing. A voice in her head was screaming, Run! Get help! But where could she go? To the police? What would she say? She wasn’t a hundred percent sure that Bunnie was being held against her will and she couldn’t deny the warm flow now gathering in her own panties.
The sight of Bunnie’s naked body was always guaranteed to make her hot, but to see her being severely fucked by that brute only heightened her arousal. She also felt a twinge of jealously. Bunnie was hers to play with and command and that filthy beast had his hands all over her. She should be the one to make Bunnie twist and squirm. She should be the one to make her squeal and beg...
Georgie’s jealous anger only fuelled her arousal, and the urge for release was too strong to control. She squeezed a hand down the front of her jeans, the tight denim not allowing much room for manoeuvre, and slipped two fingers under the sodden material of her panties, slipping them inside herself. Her muscles clenched against the invading digits instinctively and a wave of warm pleasure washed over her. She wanted more, something bigger, something broader to really fill and stretch her pussy. Suddenly Georgie was jealous of Bunnie. It wasn’t fair that she had that large cock thrusting deep inside her. Georgie’s fingers were woefully inadequate and only increased her desire instead of satisfying it, her arousal relentless.
‘Damn it!’ she cursed in a whisper. Losing her patience she tugged open the fly of her jeans and pulled them down so they were bunched around her knees. Slowly, savouring the feeling of release she peeled down her panties, leaving them halfway down her thighs, then bent her knees slightly and sank three fingers into her aching sex.
‘This little whore was watching us earlier,’ snarled the landlord. He gripped his stiff cock, pumping it slowly, the bloated head poised yet again at Bunnie’s clutching entrance.
She kept her eyes closed with her face pressed against the crate upon which she was being held. She knew they were all watching her, and they knew she was enjoying it. She felt so humiliated because they were right. Even now as she knelt helplessly exposed under the complete control of two strangers, her body began to tremble with shameful anticipation.
The landlord laughed cruelly at her body’s response, and was echoed by sniggers from the shadows as Bunnie blinked away tears. But even if she could have escaped she wouldn’t; she wanted the landlord inside her again. Her body was crying out for release and she was prepared to do whatever it took to get it. The laughter died down and there was an oppressive silence, the intensity of expectation increasing.
‘Hold her tight while I give the little bitch what she came for.’
The pressure on her arms increased. Patrick had his weight on her shoulders, pinning her to the crate. Bunnie felt a delicious freedom in her inability to move.
The landlord grasped a buttock in each hand, pulling them apart, opening her. He grunted as he pushed his way into her, his groin slapped hard against her bottom as the full length of his erection penetrated her. He began to rock back and forth, the force of his thrusts jarring Bunnie harder against the rough wooden surface. He kept a hold on her rump, tilting her hips up to meet his and allowing him to push deeper. Bunnie cried out as he continued to pound his way into her.
‘Shut her up will you?’ he ordered Patrick.
‘With pleasure,’ he sneered, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling her head up. For a horrible moment she thought he was going to slap her, but he gazed into her eyes while with his free hand he fumbled with his fly and extracted his erect penis. ‘This should keep you quiet,’ he whispered.
Holding her by her hair he pushed the bloated tip into her open mouth. Bunnie knew resistance was futile and accepted the pole of flesh resignedly. It was certainly not a blowjob with any style or finesse.
While the landlord continued to plough relentlessly in and out of her pussy Patrick thrust his hips back and forth, maintaining his grip on her hair, his hard shaft almost choking her each time it reached the back of her throat. She felt like a rag doll, being pushed and pulled in both directions.
She was physically exhausted, her poor body aching from all the abuse it was taking. Her knees were raw from the stone floor and her legs and thighs were trembling from holding her position for so long. She could hear the landlord growling behind her. His thrusts became erratic and she knew he was ready to empty his seed into her. Leaning up on one arm she reached the other back between her legs. She ground the heel of her hand against her swollen clitoris and instantly began to feel her own climax building inside her. She opened her eyes. Patrick had his head back, eyes closed, his mouth open. The flesh in her mouth pulsed wildly before emitting a hot stream of salty spunk down her throat. A second stream caught her by surprise and she gagged, spilling the sticky cream over her lips and dribbling down her chin.
Patrick withdrew his glistening cock, leaving Bunnie gasping for air, and spurred on the landlord redoubled his efforts. Bunnie’s nimble fingers plucked her erect clit, desperate to come and not be left unsatisfied again. Then at once the feeling swept over her, for a split second the world around her vanished, replaced only by waves of pleasure washing over her body. As she came the landlord held her firmly to the crate and with one last thrust he ejaculated too. Then immediately he withdrew and buttoned up his trousers.
‘There you go you little bitch,’ he snapped, panting. ‘You’ve got what you came for, now get out of here.’
Bunnie crawled across the floor, still gasping for breath, to where her clothes lay in a heap. Without looking up she stumbled to her feet, grabbing the pile, and ran for the door, out into the cold night and straight into a bewildered and flustered Georgie.