Georgie came down to breakfast after a restless, sleepless night. The events of the previous evening had kept her awake, tossing and turning as the memory replayed in her mind like an awful nightmare.
Wearily she sat down at the empty breakfast table and looked out at the grey morning. It matched her mood. It was early and Georgie was grateful to have the time to herself. Even now when she closed her eyes she could see the image of Bunnie being held over the box and penetrated by both men. Her face grew hot at the memory, and so did her groin.
She was ashamed of how she had behaved, and at her inaction. Instead of doing anything to help her friend she stood by and watched as Bunnie was abused by those men, and worse, she had masturbated as she watched. She’d let her best friend down again. She was no better than the perverts in the cellar leering from the shadows.
Georgie’s fingers twitched involuntarily and began to move up her thigh towards her pussy. She had shamefully played with herself most of the night, but no matter how much she tried she couldn’t satisfy the monster that had been in her head since witnessing the sordid events. How dare Bunnie allow herself to be used by those men, and how dare those disgusting fiends use and debase her like they did? She was angry at all of them, but most of all she was angry with herself. Deep down she wished she was the one who’d fallen into their clutches, and again the insatiable monster within stirred and her hand lingered lightly over the front of her panties.
Mustering her willpower she snapped her eyes open and shook her head, trying to force back the images. She leant across the table and poured a cup of coffee, letting out a long sigh as she did so. She rubbed her eyes trying to relieve the headache building behind them. Her parents would be down soon and she was no closer to finding her sister as she promised she would be. She lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply, the painted nails of her free hand drumming an absentminded tattoo on the tabletop. What could she tell them? Lily had been gone for two nights now without a word. Her parents were asleep in bed when she had returned late last night, but Nurse told her there had been no word.
Could she rely on what the vicar had told her? Or did he make it up to get what he wanted? It seemed like an obvious question, but deep down she knew her sister was in trouble. Call it instinct or a sibling bond, but she knew Lily needed help. They should have listened to her mother in the first place and gone to the police. Georgie prayed this error of judgement had not wasted precious time and put Lily in further danger.
She jumped as a hand gripped her shoulder. She looked up into a handsome, grinning face. Even in the weak morning light his blond hair shone and his blue eyes glinted mischievously. Georgie jumped up, her face breaking into a wide smile.
‘Richard!’ she squealed, throwing her arms around him, knocking her chair aside as she embraced her cousin. ‘It’s so good to see you!’ she exclaimed as she released him.
Richard moved purposefully around the table and took a seat opposite her, pouring himself a cup of coffee. He looked immaculate as ever, dressed in dark jeans and a black shirt. He had a boyish charm that most women found extremely attractive. Georgie didn’t look at him that way, for despite him being her cousin they were as close as siblings when growing up, but she could see why most women swooned when he so much as smiled. He was gorgeous! And Richard knew how to use his looks and charm to his advantage.
‘What are you doing here?’ Georgie beamed, taking her own seat again.
‘You don’t look good. Have you been sleeping?’ His expression was serious as he took in her appearance.
Georgie gave a weak smile and took a sip of her coffee. ‘You haven’t answered my question,’ she said, quickly changing the subject. ‘What are you doing here?’
‘Your mother called me yesterday and told me Lily’s missing. I arrived late last night. I’ve come to help.’
Georgie felt relief sweep through her. Richard was the closest thing she had to a big brother. They were close in age and growing up Richard had spent many summer months with Georgie and her family at the Manor. She and Bunnie clearly could not cope with this mystery on their own, but with Richard on the team she felt they might stand a chance. His reassuring presence gave her renew confidence of retracing her sister’s steps, and they may not have to go to the police after all.
‘I spoke to your parents when I got here and they told me what happened. From the look of you I take it you haven’t found her?’
Georgie shook her head, and taking a deep breath she told him what she’d learned from the vicar, although she did not say what price she paid for the information. She also decided to leave out the whole pub fiasco. There was no point in bringing that up. She would have to tell Bunnie not to mention it either. ‘I don’t know what to tell mum and dad,’ she finished quietly, staring out across the grounds.
‘Well we won’t have to worry about that for a while. I’ve convinced them to go away for a few days while we sort things out here. I’ve just dropped them off at the airport.’
This was even more of a relief. ‘Oh, thank you,’ she said, reaching across the table and taking Richard’s hand. ‘But where do we go from here?’
‘I asked a couple of friends from the village to ask around a bit for me. They seem to have come to the same conclusion as your vicar friend.’ He paused, and Georgie thought she caught a glimmer in his eye, which was gone so fast she couldn’t be sure it was there at all.
‘I have managed to get an invite to an exclusive gathering tonight,’ he continued. ‘I thought we could go and see who’s there and if anybody knows anything.’
‘Count me in. Can Bunnie come too?’
‘Sure,’ said Richard, ‘bring her along. I haven’t seen old Bunnie in years, and she might come in handy.’ He smiled his trademark smile, revealing neat white teeth.
Georgie wasn’t sure what Richard meant by this last comment, but she dismissed it as unimportant.
‘One more thing,’ Richard went on. ‘This party might get a bit... wild. I want you and Bunnie to go and see a friend of mine today and she can give you a bit of background. I’ll meet you back here at the house at seven, okay?’
Georgie agreed. It all sounded very cryptic and she wasn’t quite sure what Richard was up to, but she trusted him and it was good to know they were doing something positive again. She had already lost her sister precious hours and she was determined not to make the same mistake again.
Georgie picked Bunnie up at twelve o’clock. Although they hadn’t mentioned the previous evening there was awkwardness between them, but the news of Richard’s arrival seemed to give them new hope.
Bunnie had agreed to go to the party, and was equally intrigued in Richard’s friend they were on their way to meet. The address he’d given was on the outskirts of Coxham Marsh, and they drove most of the way in silence, each lost in their own thoughts.
Georgie’s mind drifted to her poor sister. There was still no way she could believe Lily had been selling her body. For a start, they were from one of the richest families in the country and their father had never denied either one of them anything, so it couldn’t be for the money. Lily was also deeply religious, and doing something like that would go against everything she believed in. Georgie prayed she was okay and that there was an innocent explanation to her disappearance, but she couldn’t shift the uncomfortable knot in her stomach over her sister’s disappearance.
As they drove out of the village the road turned into little more than a track. The trees pressed in against them, the weak light of the day barely penetrating the dense foliage. Georgie turned on the headlights and glanced at Bunnie gazing out of the passenger window, playing with a strand of her hair, twisting it between her fingers.
‘Nearly there, it should be just up here on the left,’ Georgie said.
A small sign appeared on the roadside, weather-beaten and mud splattered, but Georgie could still make out the number 18 painted in green. She slowed down and took the turning which opened up into a long driveway, completely hidden from the road by the woods.
Ancient oak trees lined the track that led to an Eighteenth Century farmhouse. The sprawling grey stone building was surrounded on three sides by fields, empty except for a smattering of barns and outhouses. Georgie guessed from the evident lack of activity that the farm was no longer a working one. Clearly the property had been recently renovated and extended widthways in both directions. Georgie pulled up next to a green Land Rover parked out front, switched off the engine, and both girls sat silently staring ahead.
‘Ready?’ Georgie eventually asked.
‘As I’ll ever be,’ Bunnie replied.
They got out of the car and climbed the front steps. Georgie knocked on the large wooden door, Bunnie remaining on the step behind her. After tense moments it was opened by the imposing figure of a woman.
She was very tall, with raven-black hair tied in a ponytail that reached down to her waist. Her long limbs were exaggerated by the black PVC cat-suit that covered her slender frame from ankle to wrist. An amused expression played on her handsome features, and Georgie realised she was staring.
Words failed her. She had never seen a woman look so exquisite yet fearsome at the same time. She had an aura of power that made it clear she was not to be trifled with.
‘Georgie and Bunnie, I presume?’ she said, arching a razor-sharp eyebrow. Bunnie managed to nod, still trying to regain the power of speech.
‘You will address me as Mistress,’ the woman commanded, and stepped back to allow them inside. Georgie and Bunnie stayed close together, unsure of what to say, but Georgie found her voice first. ‘Richard said you could help us...’ but the sentence trailed off.
Richard hadn’t been specific about his reasons for sending them here. All he said was that it was to help them prepare for the party thing. She silently cursed herself for not getting more details from him, and now she was stuck in the middle of nowhere with an increasing feeling of dread.
‘I know why you’re here,’ said the Mistress. Her eyes, as black as her hair, moved over each girl in turn, and Georgie noticed they lingered a fraction longer on Bunnie than they did on her. ‘Richard is a very good friend of mine. We go back a long way, and now you’re both here I’m glad I agreed to his little favour. Both of you, follow me.’
The mistress turned and marched them through the house, her stilettos echoing off the polished wooden flooring, her black mane swishing across her back. She led them past a number of closed doors until they reached the back of the house. She came to a halt in front a large steel door, which reminded Georgie of the sort on industrial walk-in freezers, or the reinforced doors on panic rooms. Her heart beat a little faster. What was this all about?
It crossed her mind to make a quick getaway, but how could she excuse herself and Bunnie politely? What was the worst that could happen? And she did say she was a good friend of Richard’s.
The Mistress punched in four numbers on the LCD panel set into the wall and the door opened with a mechanical hiss. Without a backward glance she descended the staircase beyond, and the girls followed.
‘Don’t be scared,’ said Mistress. ‘I’ll show you what you’ve come to find out.’
They entered a basement so large it must have run under the entire house. The polished stone floor reflected the fluorescent tube lighting, and no corner was untouched by its unnatural glow. The walls were covered in padding, which in turn was coated in black vinyl that shone menacingly in the artificial glare. Soundproofing, Georgie thought, her concern increasing.
It was not an empty space. The room was furnished with equipment the likes of which Georgie had only seen in the London Dungeons. There was a Maltese Cross, a vaulting horse, stocks, and a rack against one wall. As well as the large apparatus there were chains and straps around the walls and hanging from the ceiling. Georgie wondered with dread how many captives had been held here, chained up and abused.
It was like stepping into a bizarre dream as she stared around at the various torture implements. On the wall nearest them hung a plethora of whips and crops, all varying in length, width and material. Long thin leather whips, flat black paddles riddled with holes, round-handled bamboo canes and a cat-o-nine tails, to name but a few. Georgie thought she might pass out at just the sight of them, and she could feel Bunnie trembling beside her.
‘Welcome to my little playroom,’ said Mistress, pausing for effect. ‘Your cousin sent you here for instruction. He explained your current predicament and I’ve agreed to educate you. You need to have the experience to blend in tonight, but I cannot train you fully in only one session. It can take years of practice to become an expert. I can, however, help you become more confident and teach you a few things to help you fit in. There is only one rule I must insist on. This is my dungeon so my word is law. If I say “fuck” I want you to say “how hard Mistress”. Now undress.’
The sudden demand caught Georgie off guard; a million questions running through her head, but her mouth had gone dry. Bunnie immediately took her hand out of Georgie’s and lifted her T-shirt over her head. Georgie just stared as she watched her friend strip at the stranger’s order.
Bunnie’s eyes did not leave the Mistress, and when she had finished she stood absolutely naked, smiling slightly.
‘Very good, Bunnie,’ praised Mistress, as one would a child. ‘I have a feeling you’re going to be a natural.’
‘Thank you, Mistress,’ Bunnie replied.
The PVC-clad stranger turned to look at Georgie. ‘Well?’ she demanded with a stern expression, and when she received no response she continued. ‘I can see you’re going to be a bit of a handful.’ Her piercing eyes looked Georgie up and down, making Georgie feel exposed and vulnerable as if she was naked already. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, her heart pounding, and it took every ounce of concentration just to keep breathing.
‘Mmmm, I do like a challenge,’ purred Mistress. ‘Now strip, and if I have to tell you again I won’t hesitate to teach you some manners. I think twenty strokes of the cane should do it.’
Georgie felt her legs turn to jelly as she looked at the array of whips, crops and canes displayed ominously on the walls. She turned to look at Bunnie, but Bunnie was gazing at the Mistress as if she was the only woman on the planet. Georgie felt a pang of resentment; Bunnie had never looked at her in that way.
She turned back to the Mistress, whose eyes momentarily darted to the display of instruments on the wall, the significance of this small gesture not lost on Georgie, and her insides began to squirm. So with sullen resignation she unbuttoned her shirt, and a smug smile spread across the Mistress’ lips as she let it fall to the floor.
‘I knew you would come round to my way of thinking, one way or another.’
Georgie hung her head and concentrated hard on the floor, she couldn’t bare to see the smirk of satisfaction on the woman’s face as she got her way. Her trousers and bra now also discarded, she paused before easing down her white silky panties. She had gone too far to back out now; she had to see this through. Stepping out of the flimsy garment she stood up straight, this time meeting Mistress’ eyes defiantly.
The Mistress dropped her gaze to take in Georgie’s naked form. Like a lioness stalking her prey she approached, slowly circling, inspecting her from every angle. She stroked a latex-gloved hand over Georgie’s buttocks, the girl almost flinching at the touch but remaining resolutely still, a slight blush on her cheeks.
Mistress stopped in front of her and Georgie could feel her warm breath on her face, so close her nipples were touching the PVC cat-suit. To her dismay she felt her nipples respond to the stimulation, and didn’t need to look down to know they were puckered and erect.
‘See, now that wasn’t so hard, was it?’ whispered Mistress, still unbearably close.
‘No,’ Georgie mumbled.
‘No?’ repeated Mistress, her voice rising.
‘No, Mistress,’ Georgie corrected herself.
Mistress stepped back and started to pace in front of the naked pair. ‘Your dearest cousin asked me to instruct you on the correct behaviour for a certain social gathering tonight. You will need to seem comfortable in the surroundings and you will need to look like you belong.’ Mistress paused to allow herself to linger on each naked girl in turn. ‘I can see we have a lot of work to do, and although I admit I am the best in the business, I can’t work miracles. In the normal course of events I would love to have some fun with you in particular, Georgie, as it’s always more enjoyable when they put up a bit of a fight.’
She smiled at her in such a malevolent way that Georgie’s stomach did a back-flip.
‘However, for our purpose today you shall be the Dom, and Bunnie...’ she seemed to linger on the name, ‘you are a natural.’
‘Thank you, Mistress,’ Bunnie responded without hesitation.
‘Yes, you will be our sub, and I will be your instructor. Right, now we all know our place, let’s start with the basics. Follow me, both of you.’
‘Yes, Mistress,’ the girls chorused, and followed to a far corner of the basement, to a metal trestle table covered in black rubber. There were straps and buckles attached to it, and Georgie prayed they were not going to be used on her.
‘Bunnie, step forward and bend over the table,’ Mistress demanded, and as Bunnie complied with the demand Georgie’s momentary relief that it wasn’t her was quickly replaced with concern for her own fate.
‘Now Georgie, I want you to secure her wrists and ankles with the straps provided.’
Shakily, Georgie approached the trestle and crouched to fix the leather ankle straps. She had to pull Bunnie’s legs wide apart for her ankles to reach the restraints, and Bunnie’s petite size meant she had to stand on tiptoe once her wrists had been secured, her body stretched across the table.
Georgie stepped back to admire her handiwork. She had to admit that beside their bizarre situation she couldn’t help but be impressed. Bunnie’s milky buttocks were presented and vulnerable, allowing both instructor and pupil to see her pretty quim peeking out between her thighs, and Georgie felt a flutter in her stomach that had nothing to do with the intimidating latex vixen behind her.
‘Good. Now, Georgie, I want you to spank her bottom. I want you to make it nice and pink for me,’ Mistress ordered.
Georgie thought she heard Bunnie whimper, but she was too lost in her own thoughts to care, the enticing sight of Bunnie’s naked body pinned down before her encouraging her to follow Mistress’ orders without question. She stood behind her friend, gazing at the flawless globes of flesh before her.
‘Well, what are you waiting for?’ snapped Mistress. ‘Get on with it.’
Georgie hesitated for a split second longer, then slowly raised a shaky hand and brought it down with a sharp smack on Bunnie’s left buttock. Bunnie let out a startled cry but Georgie’s hand was already raised again, poised for the next strike. Bringing her hand down again, harder this time, the loud slap filled the room. Bunnie let out another cry but Georgie barely noticed as she watched the colour rising in those pretty cheeks. Again and again she rhythmically spanked Bunnie. She was mesmerised by the rippling flesh and delighted at how it bounced and wobbled with each well placed slap.
Despite Bunnie’s squeals and shrieks Georgie could tell she was enjoying it as much as she was. Her pussy was blossoming and glistening juices were running down her thighs.
‘Stop!’ ordered Mistress, causing Georgie to jump and bringing her out of her reverie. She had completely forgotten the woman was standing behind her the whole time. Her face flushed with humiliation as she was suddenly aware of her own arousal. The exertion had made her breathless and her naked body was covered in a sheen of perspiration.
‘I think she’s warmed up nicely, don’t you?’ Mistress asked, in a mocking tone.
‘Yes, Mistress,’ mumbled Georgie, head bowed. She was ashamed of her own readiness to obey the orders.
The click of heels on the polished floor made Georgie look up. Mistress walked over to the trestle table to which Bunnie was strapped and ran a hand delicately over her pink rump, letting two fingers stroke her slippery pouting sex. Bunnie let out a gasp of excitement, but it was short-lived as Mistress withdrew her hand and turned back to Georgie.
‘Good work, but we still have a long way to go. Your friend doesn’t seem to have responded to her punishment at all. In fact, I think she actually enjoyed it. You’ll have to try harder. Let’s see if we can teach her a lesson she won’t forget.’
Mistress moved away and stood with her back to Georgie studying the whips, crops and chains on display. Georgie’s heart was beating wildly, and anticipating what was about to happen she wanted to run. But she was frozen, her feet rooted to the spot. And where would she run to anyway? She was stark naked and she couldn’t just leave Bunnie strapped to the trestle with the psychotic Mistress. The only person who knew of their whereabouts was Richard, and as her thoughts turned to her cousin she felt anger replace her fear. How could he have sent them here and placed them at the mercy of this woman?
Mistress turned and walked back towards Georgie carrying her implement of choice, and a manic gleam in her eye. It was a short leather riding crop, her fingers slowly stroking its length as she approached.
‘Seeing as you’re a beginner I thought we’d start with something nice and easy. Now let’s see what you can really do,’ she said, holding out the crop. The more apparent Georgie’s disquiet became the more Mistress seemed to enjoy it, and at that moment Georgie resolved not to give her the satisfaction. She snatched the crop out of her hand and lashed it down upon poor Bunnie’s bare behind.
Mistress shrieked with derisive laughter. Bunnie, on the other hand, was caught off guard. Her cry was like that of a wounded animal as she tugged against her restraints, but Georgie couldn’t take her eyes off the delicious vision of her quivering red bottom now sporting an angry red line.
‘I may have underestimated you,’ said Mistress, as Bunnie’s shriek subsided. ‘It looks like you have a little more spark than I gave you credit for.’
Georgie’s response was to land another heart-stopping thwack across the pink cheeks of Bunnie’s trembling buttocks. The bound girl seemed to freeze, and after a second of silence her agony exploded from her. She wailed and howled, glistening with sweat as she convulsed on the bench. There was something primitive about the way she thrashed against her restraints, and Georgie felt something close to pride as she watched the second red line blossom into an angry welt exactly parallel to the first.
Bunnie stopped fighting her bonds, her beaten flesh trembling in anticipation of the next stroke, and she didn’t have to wait long. Georgie administered another six strokes before the latex lady gave the order to stop.
Georgie was breathless and her arm had begun to ache, but that was nothing compared to the quivering girl in front of her, whose buttocks were a latticework of raw welts. Georgie was mesmerised by the beautiful sight and was aware for the first time of the full force of her own arousal.
Mistress was silent, basking in the glory of successful manipulation, and Georgie was angry for letting herself be so used.
‘You’ve done well.’
‘Thank you, Mistress.’
‘For a first attempt, I mean, but now it’s time to finish the job. I want you to fuck her with this,’ said Mistress, handing her a large rubber strap-on, the shaft longer and broader than any dildo she’d seen before.
‘Here, I’ll help you put it on,’ the woman said, and before Georgie had time to object she had taken it back and was making Georgie step into the straps one leg at a time. It was secured by a buckle around her waist, the rubber cock protruded with a slight upward curve. Mistress took her time securing the leather between her legs, snug between her thighs, peeling her sex lips apart and pulling it tight against her throbbing clit. Georgie couldn’t suppress a moan at the delicious contact, provoking a wicked laugh from Mistress as she took in her erotic appearance. Matching the heat building in her loins, her face burned with the shame of her unbidden arousal and humiliation at the imposing phallus between her legs. Mistress patted her arse gently in encouragement. Tears stung in her eyes as she moved towards her helpless friend, until the tip of the dildo was only centimetres from Bunnie’s exposed pussy.
With one movement Georgie impaled Bunnie on the entire rubber length. She fucked her hard. Holding a buttock in each hand she spread them wide so she could get a good view of the rubber prick each time it entered Bunnie’s dripping pussy. There was movement behind her but she didn’t care. She continued to pound Bunnie relentlessly, thrusting in and out rhythmically. She wished she had a real cock so she could feel how hot and wet it was deep inside Bunnie’s tight channel. She wanted to feel it clenching around her.
Georgie looked up to see Mistress watching her from the other side of the table. She smiled and slowly unzipped her cat-suit, exposing two full, flawless breasts, tipped with rosebud bullets pointing straight at Georgie. She revealed the rest of her body, strong and toned, black hair covering her pubic mound. Without taking her eyes off Georgie she took a handful of Bunnie’s hair and pulled her face up and against her pussy.
‘Lick me while you’re being fucked by your best friend, little Bunnie,’ she taunted, eyes glinting.
‘Yes, Mistress,’ mumbled Bunnie, her words barely audible.
Georgie saw her head bobbing, following orders. Mistress showed no outward sign of pleasure; she just smiled serenely at Georgie, never breaking eye contact. Bunnie was bucking her hips trying to force Georgie deeper into herself. Georgie knew she was ready to come and obliged by increasing her speed, her loins slapping against Bunnie’s reddened buttocks, making them jiggle. She slipped a hand around her hip in search of her slippery clit, finding it swollen and sensitive, the merest touch extracting a moan from between Mistress’ legs. The prone body beneath her began to shudder, and the base of the rubber cock rubbing against her clit was bringing her to her own climax.
The Mistress’ unwavering stare penetrated as Georgie came explosively, observing and noting each spasm and shudder of her protégé’s orgasm.
Rain lashed down upon the windscreen, blurring the edges of the village outside. They had left the basement and Mistress in silence, both lost in their own emotions. Now driving down the narrow lane back to the Manor, still neither uttered a word.
It was only six o’clock but Georgie put her foot down. They still had the party to go to and she wanted to have a hot shower and get herself together before going out again. She needed some time to sort her head out. What had happened back there? She looked at Bunnie, who was staring out of the side window. Georgie had the feeling she was seeing the basement and not the waterlogged countryside they were passing.
‘Are you okay?’ Georgie asked finally, her eyes back on the road and her heart in her mouth.
‘Fine,’ Bunnie replied a little too quickly.
When Georgie looked again she was blushing, and the two lapsed into another uncomfortable silence.
With the afternoon’s relentless rain the lane had become treacherous. The wheels began to spin and skid, and Georgie knew she was fighting a losing battle. She switched off the engine and laid her head back, staring at the roof.
‘I’ll call Richard,’ said Bunnie, her tone resigned.
The last thing Georgie wanted right now was to see him. She was angry with him, but she couldn’t think of an alternative option. She heard Bunnie pull out her mobile and arrange for him to come and help them.
‘He said he’ll be forty-five minutes,’ said Bunnie, returning her phone to her bag.
‘How long? We only live five minutes away! What’s he playing at?’
‘I don’t know,’ snapped Bunnie. ‘He just said he had a few things to take care of.’
Georgie sighed and looked out at the rain. ‘Maybe we should walk.’
‘But it’s pouring out there,’ Bunnie complained, ‘and we can’t just leave the car here.’
‘I guess you’re right. We’ll just have to sit and wait.’
The conversation died, and as dusk settled the interior of the car became a little claustrophobic. What was taking Richard so long?
‘You were enjoying yourself earlier,’ Bunnie said into the silence, tentatively.
‘Yes, well, so were you,’ Georgie retorted, realising as she did so how childish it sounded. She stared out of the car, desperately trying to think of something else to say. She felt Bunnie’s hand on her knee and snapped her head round to look at her. Bunnie was smiling in her endearing way.
‘It’s okay, you know,’ she said, her smile widening as she slid her free hand down the front of her trousers. ‘You’re right, I did enjoy it too.’ She stayed like that for a second, before withdrawing her hand and holding up two glistening fingers for Georgie to see. ‘Are you still wet too?’ she asked, but before receiving a reply she leant over and undid Georgie’s trousers, and despite her simmering bad mood Georgie made no movement to stop Bunnie as she slid her hand into her damp panties. Georgie knew she was still turned on from earlier, and Bunnie would too as soon as she felt how hot and wet her pussy still was. Bunnie’s fingers burrowed eagerly and Georgie closed her eyes as they slid nimbly over her swollen clit and probed around the entrance of her leaking pussy. Georgie whimpered at the delicate touch of her best friend.
‘It’s all right,’ cooed Bunnie, close to her ear. ‘I know how much you liked spanking my arse.’
Georgie could feel warm breath on her cheek as Bunnie continued to teasingly stroke and probe her, and her resolve melted and she closed her eyes dreamily and spread her legs as wide as she could to allow Bunnie access.
‘It’s okay,’ Bunnie whispered again, running a hand down her friend’s cheek and under her blouse to the soft flesh beneath. Georgie’s nipples hardened as Bunnie squeezed them between toying fingers, all the time speaking in soothing tones.
‘I know you enjoyed caning me. It was so painful, but you saw what it did to me.’
Bunnie slipped two fingers into Georgie’s entrance but no further, while her thumb gently massaged her clitoris. Georgie couldn’t take much more; she knew she should stop it but she was no longer in control of her need. Instead she bit her lip to stop herself pleading for release, and tried unsuccessfully to control her body.
‘And you enjoyed fucking me with that big rubber cock,’ Bunnie cajoled, and with these words eased her fingers deep inside Georgie. ‘You enjoyed fucking your little Bunnie, all tied up while she was sucking Mistress’ pussy...’
Georgie could see the image behind closed eyes and began to grind herself deeper onto Bunnie’s fingers.
‘I can still feel where you were inside me. I wish I could have watched you come.’ Bunnie pumped her fingers rapidly, gaining pressure and momentum with each thrust. Georgie felt her body begin to convulse and somewhere in the distance she heard Bunnie’s voice. ‘Come for me now and let me watch you. It’s okay, come for me Georgie, come for me.’
With her orgasm overwhelming her Georgie opened her eyes to see Bunnie staring dreamily back, drinking in the sight...
Then as the waves of pleasure began to subside there was a loud rap on the window beside her. Georgie shrieked and turned to see Richard looking in, with a grin across his face like a Cheshire cat. She scrambled to do up her trousers and rearrange her shirt. Her nipples were still hard and the thin cotton did nothing to hide them.
‘How long have you been there?’ she demanded as she wound down the window.
‘Long enough,’ was his mocking response.
Feeling herself blushing she quickly changed the subject. ‘Where have you been anyway? Bunnie called you ages ago.’
‘Calm down, I’m a knight in shining armour. I’m here to rescue two fair damsels in distress. Have you seen them anywhere?’
‘Very funny,’ Georgie snorted. ‘Are you going to get us out of this or not?’
Richard towed the girls until the track turned back to road and they followed his 4 x 4 back to the estate. Rain continued to lash down. Georgie seethed at Richard’s arrogance, but it was also tinged with shame at her own depraved behaviour. What must Bunnie really think, even though her friend didn’t seem to be sharing her embarrassment? On the contrary, Bunnie wore a satisfied smile as she hummed to herself, twisting a strand of hair around a slender finger.
After the oppressive and claustrophobic atmosphere of the car Georgie was pleased to get back to the light and warmth of the Manor. Immediately she headed to one of the living rooms and poured herself a large drink. Richard and Bunnie followed her but she stood with her back to them, staring at her reflection in a mirror. She was drawn and pale, and looked tired.
She took a sip of brandy, feeling it burn its way down to her stomach, fuelling her angst. She felt used, manipulated and embarrassed. She was quickly losing control of the situation and her own sexual feelings were confusing her at a time when she needed clear thinking.
She shook her head, bringing herself back to the present. Poor Lily was still missing and she’d got no further in her investigations. This was no time to be feeling sorry for herself; she had to be strong for Lily. She drained the last of her drink and felt it start to fortify her.
‘Are you okay?’ Bunnie asked tentatively.
‘Fine,’ Georgie snapped, regretting it at once. She had to control her anger. None of this was Bunnie’s fault and she was only trying to help. Still, it was the second time in two days she’d been caught in a compromising position, and she really should be more careful. She felt flushed, and wasn’t sure if it was the memory of being caught or the brandy kicking in. ‘Sorry,’ she said, turning round. ‘I’m just a bit tired, that’s all.’
‘I bet you are,’ said Richard, amused.
Georgie’s anger flared back up. ‘You sent us to that woman,’ she retorted. ‘What were you thinking?’
Richard became serious. ‘I know what I’m doing, Georgie. You have to trust me. The people we’re going to see tonight will expect certain things. I never said this would be easy, but this is the only lead we have. Rumour has it Lily’s been seen with some of the people who’re going to be there, and if we want to get information we can’t afford to arouse suspicions. I just want you both to be prepared.’
Georgie still wasn’t happy with Richard’s logic or methods, and what did he mean by ‘prepared’? What on earth were she and Bunnie walking into? But she needed him right now. With her parents away it was up to her to find Lily and she needed all the help she could get.
‘Okay,’ she said. ‘I’m onboard. I’ll do whatever it takes to find Lily, you know that.’
‘Me too,’ said Bunnie. ‘She’s like a sister to me.’
‘Good,’ said Richard. ‘I’m sorry to have to put you through this, but I reckon it’s the only way.’
They had limited time before they had to leave for the party. Bunnie followed Georgie upstairs and continued along the landing to her room next door. As Georgie sat on her bed she pictured Bunnie naked in the shower, soap suds clinging to her curves as jets of water flowed over her flawless skin. She wondered if the welts were still visible across her peachy globes, and if the scarlet strokes she’d inflicted still stung as the hot water washed over them. She had to stop thinking like that.
She stood up and started pacing the room. She needed to clear her mind. Even though they were short on time she decided to run herself a hot bath to help try to unwind. She slipped off her clothes and left them in a pile on the floor. Nurse would clean up later. The warm water enveloped her tired body as she lowered herself into it. Her limbs were aching and all she wanted to do was slip into her pyjamas and have an early night.
Reluctantly she dragged herself out of the bath and pulled a towel around her. She walked into her bedroom to find Bunnie sitting on her bed, her wet hair tied back in a ponytail, damp tendrils falling around her face. She was wearing a white fluffy dressing gown with the estate crest embroidered on the right breast. Georgie wondered if she was naked underneath it, and again she saw the image of her tied over the trestle table, her punished bottom glowing. Blushing as she realised what she’d been thinking, she noticed the way her friend was looking at her, her eyes moving over Georgie’s barely covered body.
‘I just thought I’d come and make sure you’re all right,’ Bunnie said, patting the bed beside her, and Georgie sat, glad of some time to talk without Richard around.
‘I’m okay,’ she sighed. ‘I’m just worried about Lily.’
Bunnie reached out and put a hand on Georgie’s exposed thigh. ‘Me too,’ she said, sliding closer, ‘and I meant what I said before; I’ll do anything I can to help.’
‘Thank you,’ said Georgie, resting her head on Bunnie’s shoulder. ‘I’m so lucky to have you. I don’t know what I would do without you.’
Bunnie kissed Georgie gently on the forehead. ‘You’ll never need to worry about that; I’ll always be here when you need me.’
They sat in silence for a few minutes before Bunnie got up. ‘I’d better finish getting ready,’ she said. ‘We have to leave in half an hour. See you downstairs.’
Georgie dressed carefully, choosing her favourite black silk underwear, not knowing what to expect she wanted to be prepared for any occasion. She looked in the mirror and appreciated how the panties hugged her curves and stretched tightly across her buttocks. The soft bra encased her breasts, framing the shadowy valley of her cleavage. It left little to the imagination but she needed every advantage she could get. She slipped into a simple but elegant black cocktail dress and applied tasteful make-up. It was show time.
Georgie was late meeting the other two downstairs, but they didn’t appear to notice. They seemed as anxious as she was about the evening ahead. After her earlier mishap she let Richard drive, and sat in the back with Bunnie, holding her friend’s hand.
Richard seemed to know where he was going, and after a short journey they pulled into the driveway of the large detached house on the edge of the village. Although the building was nowhere near as grand as Marrington Manor, Georgie could appreciate the impressive structure.
There were two types of resident living in the area. The first was the traditional rural community born in Coxham Marsh and earning a living off the land, or perhaps running one of the small stores on the tiny high street. Most of these families had been around as long at the Marrington Estate and had farmed the land for generations. The second type of resident was a newer addition to the village, and generally unwelcome by the original locals. Over the last thirty years successful professionals from the cities had been moving in, buying up the land to build their homes from scratch, pushing up the property prices and alienating the less wealthy community. As they parked outside the house Georgie wagered it was owned by one of the latter.
Richard turned to the girls in the back. ‘If Lily is involved in some sort of prostitution racket we should be able pick up some information tonight, but you’re going to have to work for it. Act like you belong, and follow my lead.’
Georgie bristled at Richard’s tone, resenting the implication that she wouldn’t be able to fit in without his assistance, but she suppressed her irritation as she got out of the car and followed him to the door. He was right, after all. He had been the one to introduce them to the Mistress, and he was the one who knew about the party and managed to get them an invitation. But how? Georgie puzzled. What was his connection to this world - a world she’d only just realised existed?
‘We’re late,’ he mumbled as he rang the bell. The front door opened and a woman stood there, her blonde hair tumbling in curls to her shoulders. She wore a long black evening gown that hugged her shapely body, cut low so that Georgie couldn’t help looking at the deep valley of her cleavage.
‘Richard, you naughty boy, you’re late,’ she scolded, then laughed as he feigned a hurt expression. ‘We nearly started without you. Come in, come in.’ She stood back to let them enter, Georgie smiling politely as she passed and caught the scent of heady perfume.
‘Sorry we’re late, Mary,’ Richard said as he followed her along the hall, ‘but my cousins took their time getting ready. You know what you women are like.’
‘I was only teasing, Dickie. Gideon and I are just pleased you could all make it. And besides, I’m willing to bet that you took longer than anyone else.’
Mary led them through some double doors into a sizable reception room. Georgie furtively scanned their surroundings, harbouring the vain hope that Lily would be there. This wasn’t going to be as easy as she’d hoped. She wished she could just start questioning people, but Richard had already warned them that the direct approach would scare everyone into silence. They had to be patient. They had to use subterfuge.
It looked like they were the last to arrive, the room full of people talking and drinking, although there was an obvious drop in conversation as they entered. Mary took their coats and offered drinks, explaining she had given the staff the evening off. She probably didn’t want them finding out what their employers got up to in their spare time, thought Georgie.
Richard strode across the room and shook hands with two men, leaving Bunnie and Georgie standing awkwardly together. They couldn’t hear what Richard was talking about, but there was a pause and the three turned as one, staring at the girls, then turned back, once again engrossed in conversation. Georgie had the feeling she had just been appraised and evaluated, which really got her blood boiling.
Mary returned and handed them a glass of champagne each. ‘We’re just waiting for my husband,’ she said. ‘He’s bringing up some more bottles from the wine cellar. Ah, speak of the devil and he shall appear.’
An imposing gentleman appeared and Mary introduced them, Georgie looking up into steely-grey eyes and strong features.
‘This is my husband, Gideon Lachlan. Gideon, these are Richard’s delightful cousins, Georgina and Bunnie.’
Gideon offered a large hand, which engulfed Bunnie’s as she shook it. He turned to Georgie and offered the same greeting. His grip was strong but his skin was soft. They were not the hands of someone who earned his living through manual labour. Silver flecks in his hair betrayed his age, which Georgie guessed at around early-fifties, but he retained chiselled good looks. She met his gaze as they locked eyes for a second longer than is usual, and she thought she saw something flash across his face, making her feel inexplicably uneasy, but then it was gone as quickly as it had come.
‘Nice to meet you,’ Georgie heard herself say.
Gideon smiled warmly and released her hand. ‘Time to get the party started,’ he said, throwing her a wink and walking into the middle of the room.
‘Ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention please?’ The room fell silent, all eyes on the host.
‘Firstly, I would like to thank you all for coming and extend a warm welcome. I’m hoping you have all come here with an open heart and mind, as we have a few surprises for you along the way. You may have noticed a slight imbalance in our numbers this evening.’
Georgie looked around the room. She hadn’t noticed it before, but now she saw there were definitely more women than men.
‘I assure you this was not an error with the guest list,’ Gideon continued, grey eyes shining with mischief. ‘No, my darling wife and I thought we could change the rules slightly for this evening. Instead of mixed doubles, it will be two women for each man.’ Excited chatter broke out in the room and Gideon wore a satisfied smile; he obviously had the reaction he wanted.
‘Settle down, everyone, please,’ he said, gesturing with his open hands. ‘We still have the selection process to undertake. So now, can all the men in the room please close their eyes?’ There was silence as the male guests complied, and after making sure no one was peeking Gideon closed his eyes as well. ‘Now can all the women please remove their knickers and place them on the coffee table.’
Georgie blushed instantly, and she wasn’t the only one. A handful of the female guests were already removing the requested garment, Bunnie included, but the rest looked as awkward and embarrassed as Georgie felt. But the thought of Lily spurred Georgie on, and slowly she reached under her dress and slid her black silk panties down her stockinged legs.
She passed Richard as she took them to the low table. His eyes were closed, but a smug smile played around the corners of his mouth. Then a horrible thought struck her; what if she was grouped with Richard? She couldn’t possibly have sex with him; they were related. Okay, technically it wasn’t illegal to sleep with her cousin, but it was definitely icky. She’d never thought of him like that before. As infuriating as he could be at times, they were so close they were more like brother and sister. Georgie was prepared to do almost anything to find Lily, but she would have to draw a line at Richard.
Bunnie dropped her panties on top of Georgie’s, and they stood awkwardly side by side at the table to await their fate.
‘Open your eyes now gentlemen, please, and join me,’ Gideon instructed, moving to the coffee table.
There was an atmosphere of barely controlled excitement as the men became animated once more. ‘Each of you will take it in turns to pick two pairs of knickers randomly, and the lucky ladies they belong to will be your company for the evening.’
Bunnie was picked before Georgie. He looked like one of the younger men there, possibly in his late twenties. He had dark hair and serious eyes. As he picked up her white thong Bunnie moved wordlessly towards him, looking slightly apprehensive. She kept her eyes on the table as the man picked his second pair, white knickers, bigger this time, and a shapely blonde stepped forward.
It was Richard’s turn next, and Georgie held her breath as he made his choices. But she needn’t have worried; his selection turned out to be two young women, Fern and Rachael, who both looked thoroughly pleased with the arrangement. For his part, Richard looked like the cat that got the cream.
Only one other woman was left with Georgie as Gideon took his turn, but there was only one pair left. They were black silk panties which Georgie knew were hers, and the watching room realised, as did she, that one of the two left had come to the party wearing no knickers at all, whereupon Georgie hastily grabbed hers, not wanting anyone to think she’d been the one who’d turned up so flagrantly underdressed.
Gideon looked serious for a second, and then clapped his hands together, his face splitting into a leer. ‘Edwina, you little minx!’ he chuckled. ‘I should have known.’
The room erupted with laughter and Edwina made a mock curtsy to the watching crowd.
‘Now the formalities are over with, please relax and enjoy yourselves,’ Gideon announced. ‘Let the fun begin!’
The numbers started to thin as the groups spread around the house, finding their own space until there were only the three of them left: Gideon, Georgie and Edwina. It was the first time Georgie had dared to look at her properly. She was pale, her skin flawless apart from a smattering of freckles across her cheeks and nose, and she had flame-red hair that fell over her shoulders. She wore a yellow dress, the light fabric clinging to the curves of her breasts and hips.
‘I thought we could spend a bit of time getting to know each other before we join the others in the pool,’ said Gideon, topping up their glasses with champagne. ‘I’ve been especially looking forward to meeting you more intimately, Georgie. Shall we?’
Without a word Edwina took Georgie’s hand and they followed Gideon into the hall and up the stairs.
Richard led the two women out into the garden, not believing his luck. He’d heard rumours about Gideon’s infamous parties but this was the first he had been invited to. He was nervous, but his excitement and barely controlled lust propelled him to indulge himself with the women. It would be rude not to.
Outside they walked to a patio surrounding a spot-lit pool. The garden was impressive, and as it was a pleasantly warm evening guests were already making themselves comfortable at the poolside tables.
‘Fancy a swim?’ Richard asked, hoping to break the ice.
‘Good idea,’ said Fern, the older brunette, leading the way to the pool. Both women undressed while Richard looked on appreciatively.
Fern was the first to break the pool’s glittering surface. ‘Come on in, the water’s lovely,’ she called to Rachael, the petite blonde, splashing her playfully. Giggling, Rachael lowered herself in, Fern meeting her with a passionate kiss. Richard smiled; the evening was turning out better than he could have possibly hoped.
Rather than getting in and joining them he decided to wait and watch the two ladies get acquainted. He pulled out a chair at the nearest table and watched them kissing, their mouths open, tasting each other’s tongues.
Fern broke the kiss and twisted to grab her drink from the side of the pool. Her brown shoulder-length hair, the ends now wet from the water, clung to an elegant neck. Richard’s eyes travelled down to her cleavage and admired full breasts, bobbing firmly just beneath the gently lapping surface. He watched her sensual lips purse around the straw of her cocktail and felt a familiar stirring in his trousers.
He turned his attention to Rachael, mesmerised by her wet skin glistening in the fluorescent spotlights. His eyes roamed over the pale flesh of her shoulders, and her pert, partly submerged breasts. His arousal grew and he shifted on his seat, trying to accommodate his hardening cock.
Fern returned her drink to dry land and turned to look at Rachael, the spark of lust evident. She reached out and cupped the other’s breasts, trim fingers teasing the nipples to hard peaks. Rachael closed her eyes, murmuring her enjoyment as Fern took one erect nipple between her lips, sucking and nibbling on the delicate teat.
Another man sat on one of the other chairs at the table, also engrossed in the performance the women were putting on, and Richard noticed his hand move over his crotch and squeeze the obvious bulge in his trousers. Richard’s erection was also straining uncomfortably and he shifted slightly, turning his attention back to the two beauties.
Rachael and Fern climbed out of the water and lay naked on a sun-lounger in front of Richard and the stranger. Water still clung to their exposed flesh and both girls shivered slightly in the evening breeze. Rachael lazily trailed a hand over Fern’s slender thighs, and they kissed affectionately.
The two ladies lay on their sides facing and cuddling each other, and from where they were sitting the two men had a direct view of Fern’s buxom bottom, and her plump pussy peeping from between her thighs. Richard felt a thrill at the sight and his cock throbbed at the thought of sinking into those warm, wet, welcoming delights. He wanted to delve between her pouting folds and bury his cock deep inside her.
A grunt from the seat next to him caught Richard’s attention and he looked over. The man had undone his trousers to free his massive erection, sprouting up from his thatch of black hair. Richard swallowed hard. He didn’t know why but the sight of the other man’s penis aroused him. He watched him slowly stroking it, rolling the collar of skin up to the bulbous tip before easing it back down, greedily feasting on the view of the two women. Then the stranger turned his head quickly and Richard snapped his eyes back to the pool, blushing slightly at being caught, his cock straining painfully against his thigh.
Richard fleetingly wondered where the man’s companions for the evening were, but looking around it appeared that not many had stuck to their assigned threesomes. There were about ten people in the pool in various states of undress, some were in the full throws of sexual intercourse while others were splashing around and groping each other playfully. There were others on the sidelines sitting at the tables, talking and drinking or sucking and fucking or all at once. Richard thought he caught a glimpse of Bunnie’s blonde hair amongst the action in the pool. He wasn’t surprised, and was in fact disappointed that he hadn’t selected her as part of his trio.
But he wasn’t about to complain and turned his attention back to Rachael, who was now lying on her back, her legs parted and offering an unobstructed view of her plump wet pussy. She trailed one hand over her pert breasts, down her flat tummy and finally cupped her mound, content to play with herself while her friend worshipped her with kisses. She parted her swollen labia, exposing the sensitive pearl of her clitoris and her silky pink inner flesh.
Richard’s cock lurched, and a growl of frustration erupted deep in his throat. Watching the girls play and the sexually charged atmosphere was a heady mixture, and he desperately needed a release. With a trembling hand he reached down and unzipped his fly, spreading the open trousers wide, relieving the pressure of his erection slightly. He risked a glance at the man next to him, who was still stroking himself to the same slow, indulgent beat. His huge cock was long and hard and Richard’s stomach did a little flip at its impressive girth, so stout it would stretch even the most accommodating pussy. His breath caught in his throat and he looked hastily away, blushing again.
Unable to resist the need building in him he finally freed his straining erection and tender testicles from their cotton prison, slipping his trousers and pants down, leaving them crumpled on the floor around his feet. He finally allowed his hands to stray to his throbbing cock, reaching down and gently cupping his heavy sacs before slowly sliding up to grip the base of his hard pole. With another self-conscious look around he grasped it firmly and at last began to stroke the hot column of flesh, sliding his palm right to the sensitive head before moving back down to the base again.
The comforting and familiar feeling spread through him, and touching himself in public added to a heightened state of fear and arousal. He continued to grip his shaft and ease the foreskin slowly over the flared head, before releasing the pressure by smoothing it back down.
He watched the ladies on the lounger as they fondled each other, enjoying each other’s bodies. Fern moved up and positioned herself so that she was kneeling with one thigh on either side of Rachael’s head, and Rachael reached up to kiss Fern’s pussy, hovering just above her face. Even Richard could see that the woman’s shaved vagina was wet and swollen and Rachael easily parted the engorged lips to stroke the pink cleft with the tip of her tongue. Fern lowered herself carefully onto her partner’s face, welcoming lips closing over the swollen nub of her clitoris. She tossed her head back, closing her eyes as she felt the tongue softly lapping and licking at her very centre, sucking the juices from deep within her body. Rachael grasped Fern’s buttocks and pulled her down harder on her face, straining to push her tongue deep into the velvety channel, tasting the smoothness.
Richard glanced back to the man next to him, taking in his strong thighs, the proud erection and the fist still moving slowly up and down it. Richard’s gaze lifted to the man’s chest, evidently muscular under his T-shirt, finally moving to his face, moist lips, a strong nose and... he froze in guilty shock as their eyes met and Richard realised he was being watched. He smiled apologetically and turned his attention back to the ladies writhing on the lounger.
There was a scraping sound and Richard saw in his peripheral vision that the man had moved his chair slightly so he could watch Richard more easily. His hand still pumped his straining shaft and Richard found himself matching his rhythm, mirroring his beat. Somehow he quite liked being watched by the stranger; it gave him a strange rush of danger and desire. The pressure building in his groin was becoming unbearable, blood pounded in his ears and he was sweating.
Rachael was still holding her friend by her buttocks as she licked and sucked the pussy smothering her mouth. She caressed and stroked the pale fleshy globes, gripping the cheeks and separating them before squeezing them together to form a glorious peach. She explored the crevice between Fern’s buttocks as she continued to lap at the juicy sex, Fern groaning and gyrating on her way to ecstasy.
Richard watched in fascination as Rachael spread the syrup seeping from Fern’s pussy between the cheeks of her arse, then moving her tongue back to the hard little nub she teased the opening of her friend’s silky sex with a thumb. She finally entered her, thrusting her digit into the dripping pussy above. Fern grabbed her own breasts, riding the other’s face, pulling her nipples, moaning her approval in response to the penetration. Her thigh muscles began to clench and she bucked as she was brought closer to her orgasm.
Rachael increased the pressure of her finger strokes against Fern’s rear hole, finally inserting it deep into her anus. Applying more attention to the swollen clit, now standing free of its hood, she licked with more force on the sensitive little button. Working her fingers, one in each of Fern’s holes, she licked and teased the sensitive flesh with her mouth. Chasing the orgasm that was fast approaching Fern rocked against the penetrating fingers, pushing them deeper as she ground against Rachael’s mouth.
Richard watched the spectacle in front of him, his feelings a mixture of awe, lust and jealousy. He was mesmerised by their freedom and playfulness and enchanted by the sight of the women being so rude in front of anyone that happened to be watching. His hand continued its steady rhythm, sliding right up to his purple head before pulling back down to brush his balls. He could not take his eyes off the women, especially the look on Fern’s face, the smile on her moist lips as she rode her friend closer and closer to exquisite release. She threw her head back in joyous rapture, her thrusts growing more forceful and erratic. She reached down, pulling Rachael’s face hard into her pussy, smothering her as she came explosively on the other girl’s face.
Richard realised he had been holding his breath and let it out slowly. Fern lifted a leg lazily over Rachael and lay down next to her on the lounger. They kissed deeply, their tongues darting as Fern tasted her own juices on Rachael’s lips.
Richard glanced again at the man, their eyes locked. He felt pinned to his chair by the hypnotic stare as the man began to pump his fist faster, his breathing heavier. Richard barely realised his own strokes had also increased in speed, matching the enigmatic stranger’s rhythm. He couldn’t hold back much longer, his testicles tightened, ready to empty their heavy burden. Thankfully he knew the other man was also close to ejaculating, the bulbous head of his cock already seeping dewdrops of pre-cum.
It was now a competition to Richard, the ultimate macho test of stamina, and he wanted to win. The guy was making moaning noises, obviously enjoying it as much as Richard. He panted and grunted, his pumping more furious, heightening Richard’s own arousal and pushing him into the same sexually frenzied state. Richard stared in fascination as he saw the guy’s free hand stroke the heavy testicles, cupping them, caressing them while his other hand continued its vigorous movements.
Richard gasped and panted as his climax approached. Feeling the pressure building to almost unbearable levels, every muscle in his body contracted as he reached the crest of the wave. Pleasure invaded every cell and he became its helpless victim. Time seemed to stop for a beat, and then he was coming, explosively, crying out with release. Both men ejaculated in unison, their hot spunk mixing on the floor between them.
Richard tried to regain control of his breathing, still gripping his slowly shrinking penis in post-orgasmic peace. In a flash the reality struck him and he realised he was sitting in a garden full of people, holding his softening cock, his hand covered in his own semen, still staring at a strange man. No longer a victim of his arousal he was suddenly crushed with embarrassment and by the sound of the ladies’ clapping in his ears.
Even though they met no one on their short walk up the stairs, the sounds of fellow guests drifted up from other parts of the house. Gideon led them along the first floor landing, and they followed him into a large bedroom decorated in blue and cream. A king-sized bed stood in the middle covered in ivory satin sheets. It had the air of a guestroom about it, beautifully decorated but devoid of any atmosphere.
‘Why don’t you ladies go over to the bed and make yourselves more comfortable?’ Gideon said.
Edwina did so, and in one swift movement slipped her dress off to reveal her naked body. Giggling, she looked directly at Gideon, who smiled back. Georgie couldn’t help admiring her voluptuous curves. She knew what she had to do, and although she was apprehensive she couldn’t deny the adrenaline coursing through her body. She was trapped between trepidation and excitement as she recognised her growing arousal.
‘Georgie, why don’t you join Edwina on the bed?’ Gideon said. ‘I’d like to watch you getting to know each other.’
Georgie trembled as she approached the reclining woman, Edwina watching her keenly, her gaze drifting appreciatively over her body. She sat on the edge of the softly yielding mattress and hesitated, luckily spared the awkwardness of making the first move as Edwina leaned close and kissed her gently on the neck. Her skin tingled instantly, her nipples likewise, pushing against the tight fabric of her dress. Was she really going to do this, submit to the whim of these two strangers? Her pussy throbbed in answer. She craved the touch of the wanton woman, old enough to be her mother.
Edwina cupped a breast in each hand and began to fondle Georgie’s nipples, teasing them into hard buds. Georgie let out a short gasp at a surprisingly vicious tweak, and then a low moan as the heat began to spread through the rest of her body.
Edwina’s naked curves pressed close behind her but she was too nervous to turn around. ‘I want to suck your titties,’ Edwina whispered in her ear. ‘Would you like that? Do you want me to suck them?’
Georgie nodded. ‘Yes,’ she gasped, the shame of her compliance almost crippling.
Edwina pulled down the straps of Georgie’s dress and unhooked the clasp on the front of her bra. She slithered around Georgie until she was lying across her lap, the contact of the naked flesh causing Georgie’s stomach to somersault. Still cupping a breast in each hand Edwina nuzzled into her cleavage. It felt wonderfully liberating and Georgie held the woman’s head against her, smothering her face in her silky breasts.
Gideon had taken the seat opposite and was smiling arrogantly, watching them both as he slowly massaged the bulge in his trousers. Georgie gazed dreamily at the redhead, her lips kissing Georgie’s left nipple and her warm wet mouth suckling the delicate teat, making her breathless with growing pleasure.
Georgie let her hand drift down and stroke the contours of Edwina’s body. She caressed the firm flesh of a buttock, and then pulled her closer so her legs were curled round Georgie and her bottom was on full view for Gideon. If he wanted something to watch, she’d give him something to watch, and it would be a shame to see her afternoon’s training go to waste.
She lifted her arm and planted a sound smack across Edwina’s arse, the woman letting out a cry more of surprise than pain. It gave Georgie immense pleasure to see her handprint start to bloom on the pale flesh. Georgie pulled the woman’s head back to her breast, and she took it without argument and began sucking greedily on her nipple once more.
Georgie felt instantly more relaxed, now she was in control of the situation and on familiar territory. Gideon was clearly an important man and probably influential in the community, so she needed to impress him and win his trust if she was going to be accepted. And she was going to enjoy it, too.
She looked at him and their eyes met. She resumed spanking Edwina without breaking eye contact, slapping relentlessly, buttocks quivering until they were blotchy and hot to the touch.
Georgie sat for a moment slowly stroking each cheek, admiring her handiwork while Edwina whimpered incoherently against her breasts. She gently lifted Edwina’s flushed face, and saw tears meandering down her cheeks. For a horrible second Georgie thought she had gone too far, but then Edwina reached up and kissed her passionately, her tongue searching her mouth urgently.
‘Thank you,’ she sighed, her eyes glistening with emotion.
Georgie rolled Edwina gently off her lap onto the bed. She stood up, allowing her dress to fall to the floor, then sat on the bed again next to Edwina, both of them naked.
Gideon recognised his moment and walked over to them, opening his trousers as he went. Reaching the bed he took out his penis, long and heavy and semi-erect, and both girls moved quickly, eager to please him, sucking and licking the large cock on offer.
Georgie didn’t see him take off his jacket and shirt, mesmerised by his now fully erect shaft. It must have been at least nine inches long, its flared purple head glistening with saliva.
‘Now if you don’t mind, ladies, I would like you to bend over the bed so I can see your lovely bottoms,’ he said.
Georgie lowered her legs so she was standing on the floor with her front flat on the bed, her bottom raised, exposing everything. Edwina had adopted the same position next to her, their faces so close they were almost touching, their bottoms thrust high in the air for inspection.
‘Very nice,’ said Gideon appreciatively.
Then he was on her. Two strong hands pulling apart her bum cheeks and exposing the full state of her arousal. Georgie was suddenly embarrassed, burying her face in the covers to hide her fevered blush. She wanted his cock in her so badly, she couldn’t hide her need, her pussy so wet and swollen that it was obvious what she wanted. Without any warning Gideon fed himself inside her, strong hands holding her firmly round the waist, his cock filling her completely as he started to fuck.
Georgie cried out with pleasure as each thrust caused a new wave to break over her. Her pussy juiced hungrily, but her delight was bittersweet as he pulled out after only a few moments. She gave a moan of frustration, she felt empty and cold and in desperate need for more. Edwina gasped beside her, and Georgie had to watch Gideon now fucking her instead, the sight only serving to heighten her arousal and jealously. Why should she be left lying there while the other two were enjoying themselves? She moved her hand down between her legs, but she was stopped short as Gideon reached over and sank two strong fingers into her pussy.
He matched his fingers’ rhythm to his pelvic thrusts and soon both women were moaning in unison. Edwina’s face was a picture of pure bliss, her eyes heavy-lidded and glazed over. But then to Georgie’s delight Gideon withdrew his fingers and filled her once more with his cock, fresh from the other woman’s pussy. He was now frigging Edwina with his fingers and Georgie was determined to come before they swapped again.
She lifted her hips and bucked against him, forcing him deeper and harder into her. The body next to her began to shake and she knew Edwina was close to climax too.
‘Come with me,’ Georgie whispered, kissed Edwina feverishly, and then she was coming, his long hard strokes tipping her over the edge.
Her legs buckled and she was only supported by Gideon’s arm around her waist. The orgasm blew her away, but as she came back to her surroundings she could only feel shame for her outrageous behaviour. She didn’t know these people, they were strangers, and yet she had behaved like an out of control hussy.
Gideon sat back down, still naked and a little out of breath. Edwina lay on the bed, sighing theatrically, and Georgie began to dislike her, to find her somewhat irritating.
‘Edwina, my dear,’ Gideon said. ‘Why don’t you go down and have some fun in the jacuzzi? I need a quick word with Georgie, in private.’
A sulky expression crossed Edwina’s face as she got up and left the room, still naked. Georgie nervously watched her go. Had she been found out? Did Gideon know her real reason for being there? Now they were alone she became acutely aware that she was still naked. She looked around for her dress, but it was on the floor out of reach.
‘There’s something different about you, Georgie,’ Gideon mused. ‘You have a certain spark.’
Georgie couldn’t help but notice his naked penis was twitching, apparently getting excited again, and slowly, before realising what she was doing, she lowered herself from the bed, to the floor, and prowled like a graceful cat to Gideon’s feet. She knelt between his thighs, reached out, and took the growing shaft into her mouth. She flicked her tongue over its salty head, one hand fondling his heavy balls while she bobbed her head up and down, trying to swallow as much of the length as she could. Gideon draped a languid hand over the back of her head, forcing his ridged cock further down her throat.
‘I knew I was right about you,’ he drawled. ‘And do you know what I think?’
Georgie could only give a muffled response, sucking furiously, her mouth full of his cock.
‘I think you’re a bit of a naughty girl, really. I think you like it rough and dirty, don’t you?’
Again Georgie couldn’t answer, but sucked harder so as not to disappoint. Then Gideon pushed her back and stood up. ‘Go over to the bed,’ he instructed.
Georgie complied and perched nervously on the edge, trembling with anticipation of what he was about to do to her, what she was about to be subjected to that could not be done in the presence of Edwina.
‘I think we could become good friends, you and I,’ he went on. ‘Would you like that?’
Georgie nodded, compelled to despite herself.
‘I’d like us to see a lot more of one another,’ he went on.
There was something about his quiet confidence that both unsettled and appealed to her. She hated herself for being so weak and giving in so easily to his demands, but she knew she’d do anything the man asked of her.
‘I need to make sure you are what I’m looking for though,’ he added.
‘I hope I don’t disappoint you,’ she answered, and shamefully meant it.
His stiff cock swayed and bobbed as he approached her, blue veins visible under the tight skin. Georgie longed to possess it, to command its long hard strokes and feast on its delicious delights.
‘Turn over,’ he ordered, and she obeyed. She knelt on all fours with her legs spread wide for him, her breasts hanging. Without looking back she knew where his attention would be drawn to. She dipped her back and lifted her bottom, allowing him a clear view of her sex lips and wrinkled little star, both well lubricated with her own juices. Holding this rude pose for him felt deliciously naughty, but was also a sign of her submission; she was his to use and enjoy as he wanted. She also felt a smug satisfaction that he chose to be alone with her and that he’d sent Edwina away. She would make sure he didn’t regret the choice.
‘I think it’s time you tasted some of your own medicine,’ Gideon growled, and before Georgie had time to consider what he meant a powerful palm landed squarely on her rump with a resounding smack. She cried out. A second and a third blow were administered in quick succession. Georgie’s indignation simmered, but the initial sting from each spank soon spread across both buttocks to her pulsing sex. The delicious anticipation of each slap caused her to tremble, and as each was delivered she gritted her teeth and took it. Sobbing in confused shame and desperation she spread her legs wider, a begging gesture, she needed him inside her again. She held her breath waiting for the next spank, but it didn’t come.
Chancing a look back she saw him smiling calmly at her, a look of cold control in his eyes. Her insides began to churn. Maybe it wasn’t the best decision to be alone with him, but there was no escape now and she knew in her heart that she’d follow this to its conclusion - whatever that may be.
Suddenly she wanted to make him lose that maddening composure, that arrogance, to see him red in the face and sweating with the exertion of fucking her. She wanted to hear him grunting and groaning as he tried to force his engorged cock deeper inside her hot pussy, and finally crying out as she drew his hot spunk from his balls.
Gideon positioned himself between her thighs, a hand on each rosy cheek. He spread her arse and she felt his stiff penis slide slowly up and down between them.
‘So, young Georgie, are you ready to prove to me you’re a bad girl?’ Gideon said. ‘A really bad girl?’
Georgie nodded, suddenly unable to speak.
‘I bet you’re just dying to show me how much of a bad girl you are...’ and before Georgie could make another response he sank his cock back into her pussy with one long smooth shunt. She moaned and pressed back against the sudden penetration, but Gideon, with both hands on her hips, held her impaled on his entire length and unable to move. Georgie felt the tips of his thumbs stroking in the cleft of her bottom, lingering briefly on her anus, before again stroking her spanked buttocks. His teasing touches made her tingle all over, and tremble with his increasing attention on her little puckered hole.
One thumb returned yet again and began to push against the little star. Georgie froze, mortified as she realised what was about to happen to her. It was so rude that she hung her head, trying to hide her blushes, but she couldn’t deny it felt good. She felt totally vulnerable and ashamed at her body’s response to the inappropriate sensations.
‘See, now doesn’t that feel good, young lady? I knew you were a girl who’d enjoy this.’ He wiggled his thumb mischievously just inside her rear passage, and Georgie moaned in agreement.
He withdrew his thumb and penis simultaneously, leaving Georgie feeling empty and gasping for more. Then to her shame she felt the large head of his penis pushing against her anal ring. Although slick with her juices it took a couple of determined thrusts to break beyond the tight ring of muscle. She felt herself being opened up and clenched a handful of the bedclothes, her knuckles turning white. With slower movements Gideon eased himself further inside until, with a final push he was totally embedded in her gripping rear channel.
He grunted with satisfaction. ‘You’re so deliciously tight here, dear girl. I do believe I’m the first man to conquer this little hole.’
Georgie could only sob into the bedcovers; it was so deliciously painful and exquisitely naughty, she had never felt anything like it before. She felt so stretched and full and could only whimper as she received his invasion. His fingers began to move between her legs, teasing the swollen folds of her pussy, easily penetrating her there too.
‘I knew you were a dirty little slut,’ he growled. ‘Your cunt’s so wet... so hot... and your arse is so tight...’
The shame of what they were doing made her insides churn with sinful pleasure.
‘A dirty little slut, as pretty as you, is just what I’m looking for,’ he grunted through clenched teeth, as he got into a steady rhythm of fucking her arse. ‘You’re perfect.’
Slowly he pulled out of her until only the tip held her open, and then plunged back in once more. ‘Oh yeah...’ he breathed, his voice strained, ‘such a lovely tight arse.’
Georgie tightened her grip on the sheets, bracing herself against him, his groin slapping against her spanked buttocks, his heavy balls swinging between her thighs as he steadily buggered her. She had utterly yielded to the man, and the shame of her submission both dismayed and thrilled her.
She felt her orgasm on the horizon as his thrusts became harder and faster, again and again he drove his cock deeper into her body, both hands tight round her waist for increased leverage.
‘Harder, fuck me harder,’ she moaned, knowing it was what he wanted to hear.
‘Fucking little bitch,’ he panted. ‘I’ll give it to you harder all right,’ and he rutted deeper and deeper, leaning over her back, pressing her into the mattress.
‘Please, I need your cock deeper inside me,’ she managed between sobs.
Gideon took a handful of her hair, pulling her head back, forcing her spine into a low dip, angling her arse for even better penetration. He continued to grunt expletives but they were no longer coherent sentences.
‘Tight bitch,’ he spat through clenched teeth as he pounded into her over and over. ‘Little whore, I’m fucking your tight arse.’
Smothered into the mattress Georgie wormed a hand back to her wet cunt. She rubbed her clit, her fingers slippery in her own juices. She was going to orgasm and she wanted him to orgasm with her.
‘Come in my arse, I’m such a dirty little bitch,’ she urged desperately. ‘I want you to fill my arse with spunk,’ she pleaded.
Beyond words Gideon resumed spanking her with each thrust, sending her over the edge into an overwhelming orgasm, causing her sphincter to spasm around the invading stalk, and his last erratic thrust spewed a jet of sperm into her, granting her request as she remained in the grip of her own orgasm.
She lay draped facedown on the bed for a few blissful minutes after he withdrew. She was exhausted, thoroughly drained.
He went back to the chair and his clothes, and for a moment there was silence between them.
‘Georgie,’ he eventually said, ‘I want to see you again. I’d like to invite you to a more intimate engagement. Are you free tomorrow evening?’
She was taken aback at the apparent formality of the invitation, given what had just occurred between them. ‘Um, yes,’ she answered, not sure of what else to say and pulled her dress back on, not bothering to find her underwear. Gideon walked back over to her now fully dressed and took both of her hands in his.
‘Good, because there’s a friend of mine I’d like you to meet...’ He was interrupted by a knock on the bedroom door.
‘Gideon, it’s Sapphire, you wanted to see me?’ came a woman’s voice from the landing outside.
He looked undecided for a moment, like he was going to send the woman away, but then he smiled a little distractedly at Georgie and called, ‘Yes, okay, come in.’
The door immediately opened and Georgie was shocked to see the woman from the pub cellar come in. Georgie panicked, fearing instant recognition and exposure, but then remembered that she’d not actually been seen by anyone. Only Bunnie had been caught and taken down to the cellar, and none of those that were down there would know for sure that she’d actually had an accomplice. So she took a deep breath and endeavoured to calm herself, desperate not to give herself away, praying the woman hadn’t already seen Bunnie at the party. If she had, Georgie reckoned she was about to find out.
‘I’ll make this quick because, as you can see, I’m entertaining,’ Gideon said abruptly to the woman, and Georgie relaxed a little, sensing the woman’s sudden presence was nothing to do with her or Bunnie. ‘I did have a job for you tomorrow night, but I think I’ve found someone else for it now.’ He cast a glance to where Georgie lay weary yet enticing on the dishevelled bed, a smile of cunning flitting across his face. He then returned his stare to the woman. ‘You go back to looking after our little flower, and I’ll let you know when it’s time.’
A short while later Gideon was draped across the bed, dozing and replete after another bout of fucking Georgie - her mouth this time - while she dressed quietly and hastened downstairs, now wanting to be seen by as few people as possible. The house was now much quieter, with those guests who hadn’t yet left looking too satiated or tipsy to want to even consider making idle small talk.
She called a taxi on her mobile and eventually found Bunnie alone in the kitchen, nursing and sipping a reviving mug of coffee, dressed and looking about ready to go home.
‘Let’s get out of here,’ said Georgie, taking the warm mug from her and placing it on the worktop. ‘I’ve called a cab, and I really need to talk to you.’
‘Ready when you are,’ said Bunnie. ‘What about Richard?’
‘He’s a big boy,’ said Georgie. ‘He can look after himself.’
Georgie lay awake for most of what remained of the night, going over and over what Gideon’s brief exchange with Sapphire could have meant. She moulded her pillows into a more comfortable shape and buried her head in them. She had to get some sleep; they had important decisions to make and she needed her wits about her. She rolled over and looked at the clock on her bedside cabinet. It was four-thirty.
After a few more hours of broken sleep she decided to give in and get up. She felt awful, like she had a hangover.
Downstairs she made herself a coffee and took it outside to the summerhouse. The sun had barely come up and the morning dew was still glistening on the lawn. Ordinarily it would have been too chilly to sit outside in only her nightie, and although she shivered a little she felt she needed it to wake her up and focus her mind.
A little later Bunnie appeared, in one of Georgie’s nighties and also with a cup of coffee, and they sat together for a few minutes in silence, appreciating the tranquillity of the early morning.
‘Richard’s up,’ said Bunnie, after taking a sip of her hot drink. ‘Well technically, he’s still up, I don’t think he’s been to bed yet. He’ll be out in a moment.’ She paused, looking troubled, and Georgie could see she was still tired too.
‘I think you should tell Richard about what you heard last night,’ she said at last. ‘After all, this is what we wanted, isn’t it? The whole point of going to the party was to try and get some information about Lily.’
‘Yes, but what did we actually learn?’ said Georgie. It had been going round and round her head all night. ‘All I heard was a vague reference to a flower which could possibly, maybe, be alluding to Lily.’
‘But what about Gideon not needing that Sapphire woman tonight, and clearly inviting you in her place?’ Bunnie countered.
‘We don’t know the two are connected,’ said Georgie, more confidently than she felt. She too had been weighing up Gideon’s invitation. If she accepted she could be walking straight into a trap. It all came down to proof. They had none, and she pointed this out to Bunnie. All they had was a very brief conversation at a swingers’ party, and she could hardly go to the police with that. They needed hard evidence.
Richard appeared as the girls were still discussing what Georgie had heard.
‘What are you doing out here?’ he asked, shivering, still in the same clothes he’d been wearing the night before. He also had bloodshot eyes and his five o’clock shadow looked more like designer stubble.
‘Good night?’ Georgie asked sarcastically.
‘The best,’ Richard replied, taking her cup out of her hand and draining the last of her coffee. ‘You both slipped out early,’ he continued, ‘but you certainly made an impression on our host. Gideon was very impressed and kept saying he was disappointed he didn’t get a chance to say goodbye properly.’
Georgie felt both of them staring at her. The cold morning air did nothing to hide her blushes. Her stomach did a flip at the mention of Gideon, and she felt something close to pride that he had been talking about her after she had left. She could still feel where he’d been, she ached in muscles she didn’t even know she had, and her pussy and bottom were tender and sensitive from the vigorous fucking he’d given her.
‘We were just talking about him,’ Bunnie said, and they filled Richard in on what Georgie had heard.
Richard didn’t answer immediately, dwelling on what they’d told him. ‘Can we go inside?’ he said at last. ‘I’m freezing.’
The girls agreed and headed back inside the house. Georgie couldn’t face any breakfast so she sat drinking more coffee while watching Richard devour a full English of three sausages, two fried eggs, rashers of bacon, baked beans, fried tomatoes and countless rounds of buttered toast. Just watching him eat all that made her feel queasy.
‘Do you think I should go tonight?’ she asked her cousin.
He laid his knife and fork down on the empty plate. ‘I don’t think we have a choice. It sounds suspicious to me, but we need more to go on.’
‘It could be dangerous,’ said Bunnie. ‘I think we should go too, to watch out for you.’
‘We can’t all three of us turn up,’ Georgie said, shaking her head. ‘He only invited me, so I need to do this alone.’
‘Bunnie’s right,’ said Richard. ‘It could be dangerous. If they have got something to do with Lily’s disappearance and they’re on to us, who knows what they’re capable of. Bunnie and I will follow you in her car, and we can wait for you in the lane outside. There’s no way I’m going to let you walk in there on your own with no backup.’
Bunnie nodded vigorously and Georgie was secretly thankful for her friends’ support. She would have gone regardless of what Richard thought - she had to for her sister’s sake - but the knowledge that they would both be nearby filled her with the courage to do what was needed.
Bunnie went home to get some rest and a change of clothes, while Georgie went upstairs and back to bed. She was exhausted from a restless night and her brain felt fuzzy from the lack of sleep. Lying on her bed she didn’t even have the energy to get under the sheets, and fell asleep thinking of Lily and where she could be.
When Georgie awoke hours later it was already starting to get dark outside. Although she had slept for most of the day, instead of feeling refreshed she still felt drained and out of synch with the rest of the world.
Her limbs were heavy as she dragged herself to the shower. Hot jets of water pummelled her skin, her flesh turning pink from the pressurised stream. She closed her eyes and tried not to think about the last few days. She needed to clear her mind and keep focused. ‘What’s happening to me?’ she groaned, leaning her forehead against the glass shower screen.
The shame of what she had done, how she had behaved and how it could ruin her family if the press found out nearly crushed her. Her recent actions were so out of character, she needed to regain control of the situation. Tonight things would change. She had another chance with Gideon and this time she’d be properly prepared. She would do whatever it took to get to the bottom of Lily’s disappearance, and the more she thought about it the more she thought Gideon would be the key.
Feeling more alert she dressed in a simple yet classy black skirt and fitted shirt. She was still unclear of Gideon’s intentions for her; there was always a chance she had misread the situation. All the same she chose her underwear carefully, a white lacy bra and panties.
Richard was waiting downstairs, looking as handsome as ever in jeans and a black shirt. But there was something else, a strained look behind his usual easy smile, and this slight chink in his armour unnerved her more than any of the events leading up to this. She needed Richard to be strong for her, to be strong for Lily. She couldn’t do this without him.
‘Is Bunnie here yet?’ she asked.
‘She won’t be long. I just got a call from her saying she’s about to leave her place.’
Georgie paced the reception hall, the clicking of her stiletto heels echoing off the marble floor. She was agitated, unable to settle. Patience was not one of her virtues.
Doubts flooded her mind. She must be crazy going back to that house, back to a man who she believed to be linked to Lily’s disappearance, and worse, could possibly be on to her.
The thought of her sister made the knot in her stomach tighten. What had happened to her little sister? To find and bring her home was Georgie’s sole objective at the moment. That was the only reason she was walking back into the lion’s den. At least that was what she was telling herself.
Although she was not at all happy about going back there, a small part of her was shamefully keen to be with Gideon again. She remembered the ecstasy on his face as he filled her with his spunk and it sent an electric current through her that had nothing to do with fear. Her sex was still sensitive from the onslaught of the night before and she longed for a repeat of the virgin sensations of being buggered.
She stopped pacing and went to the study, where Richard was sitting watching a golf tournament on television. She turned off the set as she walked past to pour herself come Dutch courage. Richard didn’t say anything but turned his attention to her.
‘So, how do I look?’ she asked, trying to sound light-hearted.
He looked her up and down deliberately, half smiling, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. ‘Very nice,’ he said simply.
‘Very nice? Is that all you can say? Not, a vision of beauty that blinds you with radiance?’ Georgie teased.
Richard cracked a smile and Georgie pictured him, aged eight years old, the same mischievous grin on his face, and something about the innocent memory of a simpler time made her want to cry. Seeing her change of expression he stood up and took her in his arms in a bone-crushing hug.
‘Lady Georgina, you are always the most beautiful woman in any room,’ he whispered in her ear. His warm breath on her neck brought her out in goose bumps. She buried her head into his shoulder and slowly he stroked her hair. ‘I promise we’ll find Lily,’ he said.
‘I hope I’m not interrupting anything,’ said Bunnie abruptly from the open door. Georgie sprung away from Richard, not sure why she felt as if she’d been caught doing something naughty.
‘Sorry I’m late,’ Bunnie ventured sulkily when neither of them spoke to her. ‘Are we still on for tonight?’
‘Yep, all systems go,’ said Richard. ‘Ready?’ he asked Georgie.
‘Ready,’ she replied.
The evening outside was chilly, and as she said goodbye to them both she wished with all her heart that she could stay with them. She drove away alone, the other two following in Bunnie’s black sports convertible. Not very inconspicuous in the circumstances, Georgie thought, but Richard could be very persuasive. Her escorts pulled over just before she turned into Gideon’s driveway and she suddenly felt very alone. They would wait, and if she hadn’t reappeared by 2 a.m. they would come in looking for her.
But a lot could happen between now and then.
As Georgie stood alone at the front door she realised what a risky plan it was, and it seemed immeasurably more dangerous than when they discussed it in the safety of the Manor. Nevertheless she reached out and knocked, and Gideon himself answered looking immaculate but conservative in a black suit and tie.
‘Right on time,’ he said. ‘I must admit, after you disappeared last night I wasn’t sure I’d be seeing you again.’
Georgie hated how controlled he looked, always that amused look in his eye, like he was laughing at some private joke. But she smiled politely. It was all part of the game and she intended to win this round.
‘I’m sorry I had to leave without saying goodbye, or thanking you for your kind hospitality,’ she said warmly. ‘I really didn’t mean to be rude but my friend wasn’t feeling very well, so I drove her home. I hope I’m still welcome this evening?’
‘Well of course, my dear young lady,’ he said, opening the door wider to grant her entry. ‘Come in, come in. I’m delighted you accepted my invitation, as I feel like I barely got to know you last night.’
As Georgie followed him down the hallway she thought how oddly formal the conversation was considering he’d had is cock up her arse just the night before, but she was prepared to play along for now.
She hadn’t seen his wife Mary yet, and kind of hoped she was out. She’d barely been introduced to the woman before fucking her husband, so she couldn’t face making small talk with her.
They entered a room Georgie hadn’t seen before, and she found it to her liking. It was a comfortable den with two brown leather sofas facing each other, separated by a low mahogany coffee table. A television was discreetly hidden in a cabinet in the corner, giving the impression that this was a more frequently used living space.
The man sitting on one of the sofas stood up when she walked into the room. He was classically handsome and looked very distinguished in a grey three-piece suit. Georgie guessed he was in his late thirties.
‘My dear, I would like you to meet James Dowding,’ Gideon said from behind her.
‘Pleased to meet you,’ Georgie offered. She shook his hand and noticed well manicured nails.
‘Likewise,’ James responded with a wry smile. ‘Gideon’s been telling me all about you.’
‘All good I hope,’ she said, a blush creeping into her cheeks. In her mind there was only one thing he could have told James about her.
‘Of course,’ said Gideon, taking her arm, guiding her to sit. He poured them all drinks and sat next to James, both men facing her on the opposite sofa, making her feel very self-conscious.
‘James is a government minister,’ Gideon began. ‘He had to pass this way on party matters.’ He turned to his friend. ‘What was it this time, James? Some hearts and minds campaign?’ Before allowing him to respond he turned his attention back to Georgie. ‘Anyway, I invited him to stay here rather than a hotel. Mary’s at her sister’s for a few nights, so at least I won’t be rattling around in this big old place alone.’
Georgie was relieved Mary wouldn’t be getting in the way, and relaxed with a large sip of wine. They spent an enjoyable spell talking and drinking, James entertaining them with stories of what some colleagues got up to behind closed doors, almost making Georgie wish she had taken politics instead of law!
Gideon apologised for being a bad host and explained that with Mary away he couldn’t even find his way around an egg timer, so they opted for a takeaway. By eleven o’clock Georgie was pleasantly tipsy and content to sit and listen to the boys arguing politics. Gideon was championing the local councils while James, in his position, could only see the bigger picture.
Still Georgie was troubled; she had no idea why Gideon had asked her there. Why would he want her to meet James? He seemed nice enough but she saw no need for their introduction. Unless he invited her under the pretext of meeting his friend and he was hoping that when James went to bed they would have a rerun of the previous night. Despite her shame the thought appealed to Georgie, and if that was the case, she hoped James would hurry up and go to bed soon.
‘Another drink?’ Gideon offered, looking at James first. Georgie thought she saw something pass between them in that eye contact, and hoped James got the message and would leave them alone.
‘Yes please,’ he said, much to Georgie’s annoyance. He really couldn’t take a hint!
Gideon stood to refresh all three glasses, this time returning to sit next to Georgie. But the conversation didn’t resume and the atmosphere between the two men changed noticeably. Gideon still looked comfortable in his own surroundings, but his expression was focused and a sly smile played on his lips. James, on the other hand, appeared slightly nervous and would not look directly at either of them. He took a long drink of his whisky and continued to stare at the glass in his hand. Maybe he had guessed why Georgie was there and didn’t know about Gideon and his wife’s less than conventional marriage. Well it wasn’t her problem or her place to explain it to him.
Gideon placed a hand on her thigh and slowly stroked higher up the inside of her leg. Georgie didn’t mind, as Gideon was probably getting impatient too and hoping James would finally take the hint and retire for the night. Georgie felt the familiar warm tingling begin to spread through her body. He moved closer and she nuzzled back into him, enjoying the warmth of his body. Still they remained silent, so Georgie opened her mouth to make some benign comment to get the conversation restarted, when Gideon cupped her breast and began to squeeze and stroke, in full view of his guest. Georgie flushed. She looked at James who was staring at Gideon, and not at her she noticed, a little disappointed despite herself. With his free hand Gideon unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her lacy white bra, both nipples already visibly erect.
‘Didn’t I tell you she had beautiful tits?’ Gideon said into the silence, Georgie already squirming under his touch. James watched, his expression was unreadable.
‘Do you want to suck one?’ Gideon offered. ‘Georgie won’t mind, she’s a dirty little bitch. You should have seen her last night.’
Georgie might have retorted indignantly to this last comment if he hadn’t accompanied it with a sharp pinch to one of her nipples. She gasped. It must have appealed to James as he slid off the sofa to his knees. He shuffled around the table until he was kneeling before her, his face level with her breasts.
So this was why Gideon had invited her, to share her with a powerful friend, an influential man, almost certainly to curry favours of a corrupt kind. Georgie fought to bite back her anger. She had to remember why she was there. Whatever feelings she may or may not have for Gideon was beside the point. Her sister was missing and even if she was a bit tipsy she had to remain focused.
Gideon’s expert hands eased her breasts from her bra in one easy movement and cupped them, holding them like an offering to James. He took one nipple greedily in his mouth, sucking hard, arousing her despite her predicament.
Gideon watched and she felt a hard bulge pushing against her thigh, and knew this was turning him on as much as it was her. If she could keep him off guard she might learn more about his association with The Greenman pub, and possibly Lily’s disappearance. So determinedly she reached forward and tugged on James’ straining zip.
He didn’t move as she tugged out his penis, thick and heavy in her hand. Slowly she rolled the foreskin over the bulbous head, his shaft lengthening. Up and down she moved her hand, gently but steadily pumping him as he suckled on her breasts.
He was still only semi-erect, so she pulled him closer and leant down to take him in her mouth. James stood up, urging his hips forward. She sucked on the salty head of his penis, using her tongue to lick the sensitive tip. With her free hand she grasped his balls and massaged them.
‘Jesus!’ he breathed, his cock stiffening even more, and aware of Gideon watching her she sucked avidly, taking as much of the length down her throat as she could manage. If this was why he wanted her there she would not disappoint him. She smiled to herself when Gideon also stood up and opened his fly, pulling out his erection, as stiff and solid as the night before. She held a throbbing cock in each hand and pulled them both to her, stroking and licking.
She felt a great sense of power, to know she had both men in her control. They would soon be eating out of her hand - or somewhere else, perhaps. Bringing them together, the tips of their erections touching, she licked and sucked, making them glisten with saliva and pre-cum.
‘Did I mention that until last night this little slut had never taken it up the arse?’ Gideon said suddenly, making her blush anew. James could only grunt in response. Gideon chuckled lewdly. ‘I was the first cock she’d ever had up that tight virgin hole, and very nice it was too. Do you want your cock to be the second, my old friend?’
Georgie couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Not only was Gideon talking about her as if she wasn’t there, but he was offering her to his associate for sex as if she was a commodity to be bought and sold. He was treating her like a common whore! But to her shame, if not her surprise, her body responded to the humiliating stimulus. With her emotions in a whirl she didn’t hear James accept, but Gideon said to her, ‘On your hands and knees, young lady. Why don’t you show my friend how you took it last night?’
She flushed with indignant embarrassment but did as he told her. What else could she do? On all fours she looked up at Gideon, helplessness in her eyes.
‘There’s a good girl,’ he said, gently stroking her face.
James knelt behind her and laid a hand on her bottom, and Georgie whimpered at his touch and the inevitable. He pulled the wet strip of her panties aside and gazed longingly at her exposed pussy lips and anus. She knew Gideon was watching her every move, so she angled her hips and moved her legs apart, displaying her glistening wet valley to James. It seemed to please him as she heard an appreciative sigh.
Gideon sat on the sofa, pulled her between his thighs, held her head and fed his erection into her mouth. She sucked him slavishly, taking more and more until it nudged the back of her throat and she almost gagged.
James began to prod the head of his cock against her wrinkled little star. She could feel her insides begin to squirm, already anticipating the impending intrusion. She felt her tight ring begin to give as the muscles were tested and probed. With a few sharp shoves his cock had entered her and his length eased deeper, sending her insides into spasm. He grunted as his groin nestled against her bottom and his entire cock was embedded inside her.
‘Didn’t I tell you she’s good?’ Gideon said. ‘So accommodating, but so tight.’
James began to bugger her, holding her by the hips and rocking back and forth, each thrust opening her wider. Every nerve in Georgie’s body was on edge and she shook uncontrollably as she was fucked at both ends. Her immediate orgasm threatened to overwhelm her, the sheer indecency of the act nearly tipping her over the edge.
Gideon pulled out of her mouth, leaving her gasping for breath. James continued thrusting for a few moments then stopped abruptly. Georgie could feel him tremble, still embedded deep inside her rectum, and suspected he was close to ejaculating already. He suddenly fell forward, pushing her to the floor so that his full weight was on top of her, forcing her face against the carpet. She managed to keep her legs from buckling, her bottom still in the air.
Georgie was pinned down by his weight, but he wasn’t moving at all. She could feel his solid dick still inside her and wondered what was happening. James’ face was close to hers, his eyes were closed but he looked in pain.
‘Oh God,’ he whimpered. ‘Sweet Jesus! Ah! Ah! Oh God, he’s in me. His cock is up my fucking arse!’
The string of words tumbled from his lips and it took a moment for Georgie to realise what he was saying.
‘This is what you wanted all along, isn’t it James?’ gloated Gideon. ‘You wanted me to fuck you, isn’t that right?’ He thrust so hard that Georgie felt it in her own bottom, pushing James’ cock deeper inside her so they both gasped in unison.
‘You sound like you’re both really enjoying yourselves,’ Gideon sniggered.
‘Yes, fuck me,’ James begged, suddenly unable to deny it was what he truly wanted. ‘Fuck me, please.’
Georgie felt another shunt as Gideon thrust again. James seemed oblivious to her now. He kept up a stream of curses, muttered under his breath as Gideon buggered him methodically, while he in turn was still deep inside Georgie. Each thrust jolted her, driving James’ penis in and out of her, pushing her closer to her own climax.
Gideon’s movements were hard, rough, more animalistic than the night before with Georgie. It was as though a primitive lust had taken over. He was the alpha male asserting his authority over his pack.
‘So deep...’ James mumbled almost incoherently. ‘My arse is so full... you’re so fucking big...’ He opened his eyes and gazed dreamily at Georgie. He held her face and kissed her, his tongue probing her mouth with little finesse. Georgie tried to kiss him back but his grip was too tight and she could only lay there and let him do as he pleased. Their eyes locked but she saw no tenderness there, and she knew she was just a convenient vessel in the selfish pleasure of the two men. Well if that’s the way it was she could play along too.
‘Do you want his spunk up your arse?’ she panted, without breaking eye contact. ‘Do you want his sperm inside you? I’ve had it; I know what it feels like. You want it too, don’t you?’
Gideon was pumping harder and faster, sandwiching her even more against the carpet. She was hot under the two men and she could feel James’ sweating flesh sliding on top of her. Her thighs were burning with the effort of holding her position but she bucked and squeezed against the pulsing flesh inside her.
She came first in an earth shattering orgasm, convulsing and straining as the muscles in her anus contracted and spasmed, pushing and squeezing against the intruding flesh. Violent shudders rippled through her body and she slumped, her legs finally giving way beneath her.
Gideon grabbed James by the waist and pulled him up, stopping them all collapsing in a heap on the floor. Georgie rolled onto her side. She had never seen two men fucking before and was mesmerised by the sight.
Gideon held James, his arms around him, still fucking his arse with staccato stabs of his hips. He gripped James’ cock in one fist and began wanking him.
‘You feel that?’ he rasped into James’ ear, loud enough for Georgie to hear. ‘You feel my hand wanking your cock while I fuck you up the arse like a bitch.’
James didn’t seem to hear the goading voice; he was snivelling and cursing as Gideon pounded into him with more and more vigour.
‘Georgie’s over there, watching you. I think she likes seeing you take it from behind. I’m going to make you come in front of her, with my cock up your arse.’
‘He wants your spunk up his arse,’ Georgie said, and James shot her a venomous look.
‘He said he wants to feel your spunk inside him,’ she pressed.
‘Oh, he does, does he? Gideon smiled. ‘That’s because he’s a little slut too.’
Georgie watched, her arousal building again as Gideon’s thrusts became erratic and both men were grunting and sweating and fucking.
‘I’m coming,’ Gideon growled, and pulled at James’ cock and balls, shunting into him.
‘Fuck!’ James spat as a string of jism arched from the tip of his cock onto the carpet.
Gideon gave a few last jerky thrusts before groaning and bucking against James’ back as he came. His chest heaved and his shoulders were bathed in sweat, and as he calmed down he milked the last few drops of seed from James’ dick before withdrawing. Georgie couldn’t believe what had just happened; she had never been more turned on in her life.
There was an uncomfortable moment while both men slumped, panting, naked and sweating, their spent cocks wilting.
Gideon gathered his clothes from the sofa and pulled them back on. James looked flustered. He grabbed around wildly for his trousers. He was red in the face and refused to make eye contact with either of them. Georgie glanced at the clock and saw she still had an hour before the cavalry arrived.
‘Mind if I take a shower?’ she asked, gathering up her clothes, hoping to break the tension. Still naked she followed Gideon’s directions and walked the short distance to the ground floor shower room. She could hear the low murmur of male voices as she left, but they were cut off by the sound of the water running as she turned on the powerful jets. Not wanting to be long she quickly soaped herself and rinsed off, careful to keep her hair dry. After dressing she walked back to the sitting room, stopping just outside to listen to the voices within.
‘I hope you’ll be attending our next little get together,’ said Gideon. ‘I’d like you to meet my wife, Mary.’
‘I wouldn’t miss it,’ said James. ‘And I have a couple of friends I’d like to bring with me, if that’s okay.’
‘Of course, of course, the more the merrier. As long as they understand the rules of engagement.’
‘No problem; they know the meaning of discretion,’ said James. ‘I think it’ll be beneficial for both of us. They have some very specific needs and may be able to put some interesting business your way.’
‘Well in that case they are more than welcome. In fact I have something very special coming up soon. I’ll make sure my wife sends you the details.’
‘Will Georgie be there?’ James asked, obviously trying to sound casual, but failing.
‘I can do better than that.’
Their voices dropped to a hush. Georgie knew they continued to talk but she couldn’t make out any of the words. She was just about to walk back in when the voices resumed at their normal volume.
‘Are you crazy?’ James exclaimed. ‘You know who her father is?’
‘Don’t worry, I’ve got it all under control. It will be worth the risk once you see what I have in store for her.’
Georgie opened the door and nearly walked straight into them both.
‘I’m turning in now, Georgie,’ James said, taking her hand and kissing it gently. ‘It was lovely to meet you. Goodnight, Gideon.’ A look passed between them and he walked past her and up the stairs without looking back.
‘I had better get going too,’ Georgie said to Gideon, once they were alone.
His face dropped a little. ‘You’re welcome to stay. I was hoping you would.’
‘I really must get back, I have to be up early in the morning,’ she lied.
‘Well, it was really nice to see you. I’m sure our paths will cross again very soon.’
Georgie stepped closer and kissed him on the cheek. She could still smell the sex on him. They said goodnight at the door and she stepped out into the cold. Glancing at her watch she saw it was only a couple of minutes to two.
She had to hurry before Bunnie and Richard came charging in and blowing her carefully constructed facade. Driving down the gravel driveway and out of the gates she turned right and saw the headlights of their car waiting for her. She felt a rush of warmth towards them and flashed her lights as she passed, and they followed her back to the Manor.
‘So what happened?’ demanded Bunnie, once they had settled in and been served steaming Irish coffee by Nurse. Georgie winced; the older woman did not look happy at the late night request, and she knew she’d pay for it later.
She told them everything, except the actual details of their threesome. She didn’t think it relevant and even though she had enjoyed it she still felt used, like she had just been an icebreaker, an excuse for some guy on guy action. She did tell them about the overheard conversation between Gideon and James, and the three agreed that although intriguing it didn’t really tell them anything.
She had let them down again. She had let her emotions overwhelm her and it was Lily who was paying the price. Georgie could see by her friends’ expressions that they were disappointed at the lack of any new information. She too had felt like they were on the cusp of something, but she had to admit that now they appeared to be at a dead end. She would have to call her parents and tell them they had failed to find her sister, and worse, that because of her foolish behaviour she had wasted precious hours the police could have spent looking for her.
‘I think we should sleep on it,’ said Richard, draining the last of his cup.
‘Good idea, I’m exhausted,’ Bunnie agreed, getting up. ‘Do you mind if I stay here again tonight? I’m too tired to drive home.’
‘No problem,’ said Georgie, remaining seated. She wasn’t even slightly sleepy. She listened to the other two as they walked upstairs, and then the house fell silent. She didn’t know how long she sat there in the quiet of the old house, but eventually when she couldn’t take sitting alone with her thoughts any longer, she heaved a sigh and dragged herself upstairs to bed.
Georgie felt like she had only been asleep a few minutes when Nurse came in to wake her up.
‘Are you all right, Georgina?’ Nurse asked as Georgie struggled to regain consciousness. It took her a few seconds to register her surroundings. She felt groggy and her head was pounding. She tried to sit up but Nurse eased her back down.
‘You don’t look very well to me. I think you should try and get some rest. I heard you crying out in your sleep.’
Georgie blushed. She may have cried out in her sleep but she didn’t think it was a nightmare. Her dreams had been full of erotic images, her mind trying to make sense of recent experiences.
‘What time is it?’ she asked.
‘It’s ten-thirty. I thought I’d let you sleep in.’
Georgie sat up, this time resisting Nurse’s insistence that she didn’t. ‘Are Bunnie and Richard up yet?’
‘Your cousin has been up for hours. I don’t think he’s had much sleep either. Bunnie’s still in bed, I think. Shall I go and wake her?’
‘Yes please, Nurse. We need to decide what we’re going to tell my parents.’
Nurse didn’t reply. She sat on the edge of the bed looking at Georgie. Her usually hard features softened and Georgie felt a rush of emotion for the woman who had looked after her for all these years.
‘Well if you’re sure,’ the woman said, returning to her usual brisk manner, and she left the bedroom to rouse Bunnie.
Georgie sat and let the memories of the last few days wash over her, her thoughts fragmented and jumbled. She fought to make sense of them but couldn’t seem to grasp a single one. The rain outside tapped lightly on the window, mirroring her mood. She needed the advice of her friends on the next course of action. Maybe talking things through with them would help sort out her own emotions.
She kept her mind focused on Lily as she headed downstairs, but there were nagging thoughts in the back of her mind. Even now she prayed her sister would walk in through the front door, safe and happy and with some perfectly acceptable reason for her disappearance. But Georgie knew this was just wishful thinking. Her sister had never been away without telling someone for a night, let alone four days. Lily was in trouble, there was no doubt about it, but for some strange reason Georgie was sure she was still close.
She had never spent much time in the village before, but there was definitely something strange going on. The people she’d come across so far, for example, were like none she had ever met before. They seemed so strange, bizarre. Was the village really teaming with horny housewives and randy husbands indulging in swinging orgies whilst carrying on their apparently perfectly respectable lives? And it felt like they all knew something she didn’t, like she was the victim of some elaborate practical joke.
Stop being so stupid, she chided herself. It was all getting too much for her. She hadn’t slept properly for days and she was under extraordinary stress. There was no big conspiracy, no one was out to get her, the villagers were not all in on some devious plan against her and her family. Stupid, stupid, stupid! She should just come clean with her parents - well not everything, of course; there were some things they didn’t need to know.
They should call the police. What was she thinking, trying to deal with it on her own? She had been such a fool. She walked to the conservatory with her mind made up. It was her fault and she was old enough to own up to her mistakes and take responsibility for her actions.
Richard had already finished breakfast, but Nurse was right; he looked as washed out as Georgie felt. She doubted he had slept much, and felt comforted that he was going through it with her and sharing her pain. It gave her the strength to do what she had to do and confess her error of judgement to her parents. As she sat down at the table Richard looked up wearily and tried a smile.
‘Have some coffee,’ he said, passing her the jug.
‘You look how I feel,’ she said, gratefully pouring herself a cup of the steaming black liquid. This time he managed his smile and Georgie felt her mood lift slightly.
‘You look beautiful as always, Lady Georgina,’ he said, in his smoothest voice.
‘Thank you.’
‘You’re welcome.’
‘No, I mean thank you for being here for me. I don’t know how I’d have coped over the last couple of days if it hadn’t been for you and Bunnie.’
‘Of course, I’m here,’ said Richard. He got up and walked round the table to her, taking her hand. ‘You and Lily are like sisters to me. I’d do anything for either of you. And I promised your parents I’d look after you while they’re away.’
He lowered his head and gently kissed the back of her hand. Georgie gasped, and Richard looked at her without releasing her hand, holding her gaze. She felt her breath catch in her throat, feeling frozen and vulnerable by his close proximity.
‘Morning,’ Bunnie called as she entered the room, totally unaware of what she’d walked in on. For the second time in twenty-four hours Georgie had been closer to her cousin than she should have been, but before her blush had time to fully blossom Nurse appeared at the doorway.
‘You have a visitor, Georgina,’ she announced.
Georgie turned, surprised. ‘Oh, I’m not expecting anyone. Who is it?’
‘She wouldn’t give a name, but said it’s urgent and important she speaks with you. She seems very distraught.’
‘Okay, send her in please.’ Georgie turned back to Bunnie and Richard and shrugged.
After a minute or two Nurse returned, followed by a slender blonde in a pale blue dress. Georgie studied her for a moment, but didn’t recognise her.
‘Thank you, Nurse, that will be all,’ she said. ‘Can I help you?’ Georgie asked the woman uncertainly.
‘I’m sorry for just turning up like this, but I didn’t know what else to do,’ the stranger replied. ‘Can I talk to you in private?’
‘Whatever you have to say, you can say it in front of them,’ she said, gesturing to Richard and Bunnie. The woman looked like she was about to burst into tears and she was visibly shaking. Georgie suddenly felt sorry for her. ‘Come and sit down,’ she said gently, and pulled up a chair. ‘It’s okay, anything you say will be in complete confidence, I promise. Bunnie, pour her a cup of coffee, or would you like something stronger?’
‘Coffee’s fine, thanks,’ said the stranger. They all looked at her expectantly. She took a deep breath. ‘I... I think my husband had something to do with your sister’s disappearance.’
There was a stunned silence, the woman looked white and Georgie thought she might actually be sick.
‘Would you like to elaborate on that?’ asked Richard.
The woman slumped visibly in her chair, a resigned look on her face, like she had given up, tears in her eyes as she went on.
‘My name is Jemima Greenacre. I live in Coxham Marsh with my husband. I heard your sister is missing; everyone in the village has been talking about it. On the night she disappeared my husband didn’t come home.’ She faltered.
‘Well that doesn’t necessarily mean he had anything to do with anything,’ Bunnie interjected cautiously.
‘You don’t understand,’ Jemima protested desperately. ‘Ever since he agreed to go into business with Gideon Lachlan I’ve known something was wrong. He’s a changed man.’
As soon as Gideon’s name was mentioned Georgie’s interest peaked. She thought he might be involved, but as yet she didn’t have any proof linking him to Lily.
‘What kind of business does he have with Gideon?’ she asked sceptically, not wanting to get her hopes up.
‘I don’t know, he won’t tell me,’ Jemima said, shaking her head slowly. ‘But it’s making them a lot of money very quickly. Whatever it is, I don’t think it’s legal. He gets angry if I ask him about it. He was always so open with me before, we used to talk about everything, until recently. Now he’s like a different man.’ She took a few shuddering breaths.
‘He took me to a couple of Gideon’s parties in the beginning and made me do things I didn’t want to do. After I told him I didn’t want to go to any more he got really angry and said I’d let him down and that as his wife I should do what’s expected of me. I’ve never seen him like that before, he was so aggressive. I was really scared. He hasn’t made me go to one since but I know he still goes without me. I know what happens there, but what can I do? He hardly even speaks to me any more.’ She paused for a moment; she looked so sad and lonely.
Bunnie put a hand on her leg. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said softly.
Jemima reached down for her handbag beside the chair. She rummaged around in it for a second; Georgie thought she was looking for some tissues, but out of it she pulled a silver charm bracelet which Georgie recognised straightaway. She had bought it for Lily on her tenth birthday, and every year she would buy her a new charm to put on it.
‘Where did you find that?’ Georgie asked, taking it. Her hand shook as she held it.
‘I found it in my husband’s pocket, the day after your sister went missing... sorry,’ she tailed off.
‘You have nothing to be sorry for,’ Bunnie said. ‘You haven’t done anything wrong, and it must have taken a lot of courage to come to us.’
‘Thank you,’ Jemima said, tears rolling down her face, and she managed a weak smile.
‘She’s right,’ Georgie said, pulling herself together. ‘You have nothing to be sorry for. This is the first piece of solid evidence we have. Thank you for bringing it to us. Where’s your husband now?’
‘In church,’ Jemima replied.
‘In church?’ said Georgie and Bunnie in unison.
‘Sorry, I thought I said. He’s the vicar.’