‘What we need is more information,’ said Richard. ‘I think we should all pay a visit to our local village vicar and make him tell us all he knows.’
‘How are we going to do that?’ asked Bunnie.
‘You’re a woman, aren’t you? I say we use your God-given gifts to persuade him,’ he said, smiling.
Later that afternoon Bunnie walked into the church alone. She had dressed in a short black pleated skirt and a white low-cut blouse, which was transparent enough to show that she wasn’t wearing a bra. It made her look younger than her twenty years and she hoped Georgie had judged his tastes correctly.
The church was deserted and quiet as she walked up the aisle, the heavy wooden doors keeping all the sounds of the outside world away. Cautiously she approached the altar, not knowing whether to wait for him or to come back later. But as she stood there, undecided, a door opened on her left and Reverend Greenacre appeared.
He smiled politely as he saw her and walked over. Bunnie hoped his wife wasn’t wrong. If she was they could all get into real trouble for what they were about to do.
‘Can I help you?’ he asked, his voice echoing smoothly off the stone walls.
‘I wanted to speak to someone,’ she replied, remembering the lines she had rehearsed with Georgie. ‘Can I talk to you?’
‘Of course you can, my child,’ he said, taking a step closer. ‘I’m here to listen and offer help, if I can.’
Bunnie saw his gaze momentarily flit from her face to her breasts, and back again. Maybe they were right after all.
‘Come and take a seat and tell me what is troubling you.’
Bunnie followed him over to a pew and sat down beside him. ‘Father, I think I’m going to hell.’ Even as she said it she realised how stupid it sounded. He was never going to fall for it.
The vicar looked surprised. ‘Why do you say that?’ he asked patiently. ‘You can’t possibly have done anything bad enough to make you think such a thing.’
‘Oh but I have, Father. You see... I have these thoughts.’
‘Go on.’
‘Bad thoughts, dirty, disgusting thoughts. But I can’t help it, I can’t stop them coming.’
‘What are these thoughts about?’ he asked, suddenly looking extremely eager.
‘Sex,’ she said bluntly, blushing, playing her part perfectly. The vicar inched closer to her and put a clammy hand on her bare thigh. It started a tingling sensation that spread up into her panties. Shamefully she’d always had a bit of a weird thing for older men, the sleazier the better. She loved the idea of their grateful hands roughly pulling at her young flesh, as if knowing they were well out of their league and she might change her mind at any moment. The truth was Bunnie would rather have sex with a fifty-something balding sleaze then a nineteen year old bodybuilder. Her clit pulsed as she sat next to a prime example.
‘Well that is serious indeed,’ he mused. ‘Perhaps you should tell me in more detail about these thoughts, so I can judge how serious a problem you have.’
‘I think about men,’ she said, in barely a whisper. ‘I think about touching penises, holding one in my hand, then in my mouth so I can suck it and taste it. Then I think about having one in my pussy, deep and hard, right inside me until I think I’m going to burst.’
Reverend Greenacre began to stroke her thigh, higher and higher up under her short skirt. She decided to press her advantage home, distractedly opening her legs slightly as she continued.
‘And I think about women, about sucking tits while I’m being fucked, burying my face between large breasts while there’s a big cock inside me.’
Bunnie didn’t need to worry about appearing genuine or sincere; she was now so turned on by her own dirty words and aching to be touched. The vicar’s fingers brushed against the front of her panties and she knew he would find the silky material damp, proof of her confession. She reached up and undid the buttons of her blouse, letting her breasts thrust out, her nipples already painfully hard. She flashed him a pleading look and ran her tongue over her lips to accentuate her desire. She wanted him to take her right there, in the middle of the church, and without taking his eyes off her quivering breasts he pulled up his cassock and revealed his straining cock. She took hold of it and squeezed gently, enjoying the pulsing hot flesh in her hand. She slowly stroked the leathery shaft as she continued to talk.
‘And while I’m being fucked I want to lick another woman’s pussy, to taste it and smell it and have another woman’s juices all over my face. I want her to grab me by the hair and hold my face deep in her cunt so I can push my tongue right up her hole.’
Bunnie was wanking him hard, gripping him tightly and tugging him fast. She moved the soggy material of her panties aside and immediately his fingers were inside her, penetrating her with no grace at all. Her muscles contracted around him, the all-consuming pleasure causing a momentary lapse in concentration. She gasped with each thrust of the forceful penetration, his thick fingers filling her, but not enough; she wanted his fat cock buried deep inside her.
The elderly man was breathing hard. Bunnie, needing more, pulled her skirt up, thrusting her own hand down her panties between her shaven valley to her hard little button. She rubbed furiously at her sensitive clit, slippery and swollen in her fingers.
‘In my fantasies I want the man to come inside me,’ she continued through sobs and gasps. ‘I want him to fill my pussy with hot spunk, feel it shoot right up inside me. Then I want the woman to come over my mouth as I lick and nibble her clit, my fingers plunging in and out of her dripping pussy. I want her to come all over my face. I want to taste every last drop of her.’
This was too much for the vicar and his rigid cock twitched as it shot a stream of sticky jism over the back of the pew in front of them, but his wheezing croaks of pleasure turned into surprise as he was grabbed from behind. Richard pulled him over the back of the pew onto the floor, quickly gagging him by stuffing a rag in his mouth. Georgie was already binding his feet together and by the time Bunnie had covered up and rearranged her clothing the vicar was trussed up like a turkey and ready to be moved.
Awkwardly the three of them carried him to the car outside. Jemima was waiting behind the steering wheel with the engine running and they dumped him into the boot, bound and gagged. They all bundled into the car and took off at top speed, Richard directing Jemima out of the village.
Bunnie couldn’t help pressing a hand between her legs. It had all happened faster then she expected. She had been denied her orgasm and felt uncomfortably hot and frustrated, and while being driven at speed through the sleepy English countryside adrenalin coursed through her veins, heightening her senses and leaving her desperate to be touched. She hoped Georgie would recognise her state of arousal and slide one of her dainty fingers under her skirt and inside her wet panties. But Georgie was preoccupied by the current action and seemed unaware of her friend’s frustrations.
‘So where are we taking him?’ Georgie asked Richard.
‘We need somewhere we won’t be disturbed for a few hours and is soundproofed. I think I know the perfect place.’
A few minutes later they were pulling up in front of a familiar address. Bunnie practically jumped out of the car and Georgie remembered vividly how much her friend had enjoyed her last visit there. The door opened and Mistress stood guarding the doorway. She wore a purple velvet cloak that reached down to the floor and her black hair flowed loosely over her shoulders. Her appearance was softer than the last time they’d seen her, but the hard look in her eyes made Georgie’s insides squirm.
‘Hello, Richard, nice to see you again,’ Mistress purred.
‘You too,’ he replied. ‘Sorry to impose on you like this, but we need a bit of privacy and some specialist equipment.’
‘No problem at all. I’m always happy to help you out. Bring him in quickly and take him downstairs. You know the way,’ she said, with a glint in her eye.
Without too much of a struggle the four of them managed to get the vicar down to the basement. Georgie kept focused on the task in hand; she did not want to attract Mistress’s attention. She didn’t mind admitting she was intimidated and deeply uneasy in the presence of the alpha female.
The basement was already set out for their requirements; there were wooden stocks in the centre of the room and a selection of restraints. The rest of the furniture that Georgie had seen previously had been cleared away.
‘I didn’t know what you would need,’ said Mistress, gesturing to the pile of straps and chains.
The vicar was whimpering quietly in Richard’s grasp, blindfolded and gagged he squirmed like a fish out of water. The sight of the pitiful figure only served to aggravate Bunnie’s arousal, and she couldn’t wait to see what Georgie had in store for him and hoped she would be included, her own need becoming desperate.
‘This is great, thanks,’ Richard replied. ‘And thanks again for your help. You can stay and watch if you like. I think this will be right up your street.’
‘Thanks, I have to admit I enjoyed the last time your cousins came to visit...’
Georgie felt her face flush and her temperature rise, but she refused to show any signs of weakness as she walked over to the bondage table. This was her show. She chose a black ball-gag, a blindfold and a black leather harness complete with metal rings to secure the vicar in place. ‘Strip him,’ she ordered.
Reverend Greenacre began to struggle in earnest, but he was outnumbered and they were able to remove his clothes with ease. He stood naked and sobbing, his shrivelled penis barely visible under his flabby stomach, but Georgie didn’t feel any pity towards him. Just being near Mistress had an intoxicating affect on her. Discomfort and indignation flared at how Mistress had treated her, jealousy at how Bunnie responded, instantly submitting to the woman’s demands, but most of all the burning hunger she inspired in her. She wanted to humiliate and debase Mistress, to give her a taste of her own medicine while at the same time wanting her approval and secretly hoping for some more of her specialist treatment.
Georgie stole a quick glance across the room at the rubber-clad vixen, to find her staring back, her eyes boring deep as if she knew exactly what Georgie was thinking. She sucked in a quick breath and looked away; even a glance made her feel vulnerable and her body instinctively responded to the shameful stimulation. She had to get a grip because the next hour was crucial in their plan to find Lily, and she had to be focused and in control of the situation. But on the other hand there was nothing wrong with enjoying herself in the process, and if Mistress was going to stay and watch then Georgie would show her who was in charge this time.
‘Right ladies, you know what to do,’ she said, spurring them all into action.
Jemima and Bunnie nodded and stripped to their underwear, followed by Georgie. For an older woman Jemima still had an impressive body. A white lace bra encased two pert breasts, the dark teats visibly straining against the wispy material. Sleek bare legs turned into milky thighs and matching lace panties clung to her mound. Beneath the fabric a nest of brown curls waited in dark promise, the lace unable to contain her full bush. Bunnie looked at it with fascination, its untamed wildness caused her sex to throb and she couldn’t wait to bury her face deep in the feminine forest.
‘Where do you want him?’ asked Richard, indicating their trussed captive.
‘I think we’ll start with the stocks, show him we mean business,’ Georgie said. ‘He’s been a very naughty boy and he must be punished for his sins.’
They secured him as directed. Bunnie and Jemima chained his harness to the apparatus so his arms and head were locked between the wooden hinge. He was forced to bend from the waste so his white arse was vulnerable and his dick, withered by fear, hung limply between his trembling thighs.
‘Are you ready, Richard?’ Georgie asked.
‘And, action!’ he responded, in position with the video camera they had brought with them. It was all part of the plan; they would resort to blackmail if it came to it.
Georgie walked slowly to the rack on the wall, enjoying the sound of her black spiky heals as they clicked across the polished floor. She wasn’t going to make this easy for Reverend Greenacre. After all, it seemed he was a willing accomplice in her sister’s kidnap and now he was going to pay. She took her time choosing a cane. She wanted him to have plenty of time to contemplate his predicament. The instrument she selected was shorter than some, but thicker and less flexible, for maximum impact.
She walked back over and tapped him gently on the bum. ‘Now, vicar, I’m giving you one last chance to save your soul. Are you going to tell us where my sister is and what Gideon Lachlan’s planning?’
She grabbed him by the hair, lifting his head, but he shook it determinedly as best he could so Georgie let it drop.
‘Wrong answer,’ she said, stepping back. She raised her arm and swept the cane down hard across his buttocks. He made a lot of noise considering he was gagged, a roar erupting from deep in his throat. He bucked against the pain, his arse wobbling ridiculously as he jigged up and down from foot to foot. An angry red line appeared where Georgie had struck. She raised her arm again and with a woosh, thwack! it landed in almost the same place as the last strike. She continued to rain blows down on him until his buttocks were a lattice of welts and the surrounding flesh was hot pink. The vicar was sobbing openly, but Georgie was gripped by the power she had over the man and the release she felt as she punished him. Her breasts quivered with the exertion of each swipe of her arm and her nipples rubbed enticingly against their material prison. The louder his cries the more it spurred her on. She wanted to fuck him over just like he had fucked her sister over.
She forced herself to stop, inhaling deeply through flared nostrils. Her arm ached but she relished the discomfort, spreading through her and melting into a gentle buzz. Then she saw something that made her insides contract; the vicar’s semi-erect penis hung heavy between his legs, signalling his enjoyment of the punishment.
‘What’s this?’ she mocked, giving it a sharp prod with the cane. ‘Is this servant of God getting turned on by being tied up and beaten in front of an audience?’
She grabbed his balls and squeezed cruelly, rolling and jiggling them in her hand. His penis pulsed and lengthened as she fondled him roughly.
‘The filthy Father who gets off on the punishment of his sins,’ she sneered, her anger and arousal both fighting to dominate her emotions.
She released his scrotum and ran a soothing hand over the sensitive flesh of his freshly tenderised rump. His skin was scalding and flinched at her feathery touch. She caressed it gently, letting her fingers dip into the valley between his cheeks, tickling and taunting his anal ring, which quivered involuntarily. She felt a thrill at performing such a dirty deed and decided she needed to take it further. She began to apply pressure and the knot of muscle gave way, allowing her to penetrate him. His muffled response could still be recognised as shock. Her finger sank inquisitively deep inside his arsehole, his innards contracting instinctively around the intruding digit, and he began to moan as he squeezed.
‘What a dirty pervert you are!’ Georgie exclaimed. ‘Bunnie, pass me that,’ she said, pointing to a large black dildo that Mistress had kindly laid out for them.
Bunnie had a distant dreamy look in her eye and Georgie knew she was enjoying the scene. She would get a chance to join in soon, but first Georgie was going to have her moment and humiliate the odious little man with what he so clearly wanted. She took the dildo, its rubbery weight reassuring in her hand, and she had to fight the urge to ease it up her own aching pussy. For the moment she was still on a mission. She had to find her sister, so she nudged the phallus against his tight rear hole.
‘I’d start saying your prayers if I were you, vicar. Nobody knows where you are and I assure you this room is soundproofed. I can vouch for that myself. Now, I want answers and I don’t care how I get them.’
She pushed the artificial cock until it was fully embedded in his rectum. He moaned and sobbed through the gag as it inched deeper and deeper, but his erection, now fully restored, speared up from his groin, confirming the shameful pleasure he was enjoying.
‘Jemima, can you remove the blindfold please? I think Reverend Greenacre here needs a bit more encouragement.’
Jemima took it off, Bunnie close behind eager not to be left out. As the vicar’s sight began to focus she unhooked Jemima’s bra, her petite breasts barely inches from her husband’s beetroot face. His eyes were wide and staring as if he had never seen his own wife almost naked before. He looked up into her face, a pleading look in his eyes, tears running down his cheeks. She turned away from him, and in a show of defiance ran a hand over the younger girl’s breasts and across the flat plain of her stomach. Both women came together, caressing each other’s bodies and kissing passionately.
‘Bunnie, why don’t you show the vicar how his wife likes to be fucked,’ Georgie said, and Bunnie pulled down Jemima’s panties, her thick bush of dark hair already glistening with droplets of moisture. Georgie felt her own arousal rising but she couldn’t let her guard down; she had to focus on the vicar and not get sidetracked by the female performance.
‘Is her pussy wet already?’ she asked.
‘Yes,’ Bunnie confirmed, cupping Jemima’s mound and squeezing it rhythmically, ‘she’s very wet. I’d never have guessed that the wife of a vicar could get so horny!’
‘Maybe it’s because she knows for the first time in her marriage she’s going to get a real fucking.’ Georgie laughed cruelly and gave the vicar’s arse a particularly hard slap.
Bunnie laid on the floor between Jemima’s legs and pulled her down into a sitting position directly on her face. Hungrily she probed the older woman’s pussy with her tongue, revelling in the exotic environment. Jemima’s pubic hair tickled her face, and between her soft folds hot juices flowed freely. Bunnie lapped happily as Jemima’s pussy began to open on her mouth and she worked her way up, sucking and nibbling at the swollen clit. Jemima squealed at the delicious contact and ground down on Bunnie’s face, smothering with her juicy sex lips. Bunnie held Jemima fast by the thighs, she wanted to drown in the woman’s cunt and she suckled harder, wanting to taste her orgasm. Jemima was shrieking and Bunnie knew it wouldn’t be long until she lost control. With a vicar as a husband Bunnie didn’t imagine she was used to a particularly active sex life, so it was time someone paid her a bit of attention and Bunnie knew she was the girl for the job.
With a thrill she felt her own wet panties being eased aside and almost came as Jemima’s soft tongue found its target first time. Eagerly the vicar’s wife licked Bunnie’s cunt, holding her lips apart with two fingers. Bunnie’s shaven pussy felt so open and exposed, her erect bud quaking with delicious intensity, and somewhere in the background, through a haze of drifting pleasure, she could hear Georgie’s clear demanding voice.
‘What would your boss think now?’ she goaded. ‘One of his servants of the cloth being buggered by a rubber dildo while watching his wife being sucked by another woman?’
Slap! The sound of flesh hitting flesh.
Slap! Again.
Slap! And again.
Bunnie was almost delirious but there was still something missing. She felt empty and needed something large and powerful inside her, to pound her towards her orgasm. She rolled out from underneath Jemima and chose a glass dildo from the table. Jemima looked nervously at the selection, but Bunnie gave her a discreet wink and she seemed to relax a little.
‘Are you still watching, Father?’ Georgie taunted. ‘Watch my little Bunnie fuck your wife while you take it up the arse.’
Jemima knelt on all fours and spread her legs in front of her husband. Bunnie knelt behind her, idly fondling her nipples with one hand as she slowly slid the length of the glass shaft inside the other woman. Jemima gasped and writhed, giving her husband a full view of the penetration.
Georgie stopped to watch, despite herself. Bunnie worked the dildo in and out, and each time Jemima took the entire length staring defiantly at her husband. This was payback for her too, and she was loving every second of it as her pussy eagerly swallowed the full length of the dildo.
Georgie had to fight the urge to join in, the idea of spanking the vicar’s wife appealed to her greatly, but she had to remind herself why she was there, to gain information and find her sister. Her resolve returned and she grabbed the end of the dildo protruding from the vicar’s bottom and began moving it in time to Bunnie’s own thrusts, forcing a path deep into the heart of him.
The vicar thrashed and bucked but he was firmly secured - he wasn’t going anywhere. His cock was ridged between his legs and Georgie seized her chance. With her free hand she reached around him and squeezed it, giving it a few hard tugs.
‘My, my, vicar, what a big boy you are. I don’t think it’ll be long until you’re ready to give us what we want.’ She removed his gag. ‘Now, I want to really hear your cries as I fuck you.’
Georgie fastened a harness around her waist, two straps passing between her thighs. She attached the dildo still embedded in the vicar to the front of it so she could move it in and out with thrusts of her hips. Once she was ready she removed the gag.
‘Bitch,’ the vicar immediately spat, coughing and spluttering, trying to get his breath back.
Georgie grabbed his rump, pulled back slowly then shunted the dildo hard into him. The vicar howled like a wounded animal but Georgie didn’t give him time to recover. She pulled back and thrust again, harder. She felt powerful and primitive, pounding the fake cock into him over and over again. The vicar could only stare to where his wife was now kneeling on the floor working the glass dildo in and out of her swollen pussy. He let out a string of curses between his cries, but Georgie ignored him, increasing her speed, pumping in and out of him with vigour.
Bunnie knelt in front of him and took his straining cock in her mouth, licking the sensitive tip with her tongue and then sucking, taking it deep down in her throat. The vicar began to whimper and Bunnie stopped.
‘Are you ready, vicar, to tell us what you know?’ Georgie said, breathing heavily from the exertion.
The vicar gave no answer. Jemima was moaning as she writhed on the floor, lost in her own world of bliss. Georgie gave a particularly violent thrust of her hips, accompanied by a sharp slap on his arse.
‘If you help us I’ll ask Bunnie to keep doing what she was doing. I know you want to shoot your spunk all over her face while I fuck you, and I know you’re not far off now. We can make you feel so good.’
Slap! Another well placed spank.
‘And if you’re a good boy, vicar, I’ll destroy the recording of our little meeting here today.’
Richard stepped out of the shadows, still filming, so the vicar could see she wasn’t bluffing.
‘But if you’re a bad boy I promise you this will be on the internet before you have time to say amen! Do you understand me?’
‘I’ll talk,’ he spluttered, ‘I’ll talk!’
And he did talk. As Georgie kept up her relentless buggering Bunnie resumed sucking his cock and he jabbered his way through the events that had led them all there. Bunnie’s expert timing kept pace so that he had time to tell his story before he came. Then as soon as he revealed the whereabouts of Lily Bunnie took his cock all the way down, giving him deep throat and squeezing his balls. It proved too much for the poor man, and as he ejaculated Georgie felt his anal ring spasm around the invading phallus. He bucked against her but she held him fast, pushing deeper, then eventually pulled out, leaving him slumped, shaking and sobbing.
They left the vicar and his wife with Mistress. She said she would look after them both in very different ways. Georgie didn’t have time to worry about the mischievous smile in Mistress’ face. All she could think about was the vicar’s confession as it replayed over and over in her mind.
She felt sick. She could not believe that a man of the cloth was so deeply involved in this dastardly scheme.
She felt sorry for Jemima, being married to a man like that, but she suspected that they wouldn’t stay married for very much longer. Jemima had been instrumental in forming their plan and insisted on helping carry it out. It just went to show you can only push people so far, and Jemima had found her breaking point. It took a great amount of courage to turn her husband over to them, and Georgie would make sure she was looked after once it was all over. But right now she had more urgent things on her mind.
The vicar had well and truly spilled his guts. A man like that only had loyalty to one person, and that was himself. He was weak and under the influence of his own sexual urges, unable to deny them. It was Gideon she was really angry with. He had planned it all from the beginning. He moved to the village ten years ago and it was the ideal location to keep his activities discreet. In short, he was selling fantasies. Wealthy men and women would go to him with their requests from kinky to fetish, orgy to hardcore, men or women or all at the same time.
Gideon would provide any scenario his clients could afford to pay for, no matter how extreme. The vicar had found out about his high class whorehouse when one of his parishioners confessed to him in church that she had taken money from Gideon to participate in one of these events. According to the vicar he tried to confront Gideon, but when he threatened to go to the police with what he knew Gideon advised him not to. He said he had proof of indiscretions between the vicar and other members of his congregation, including men. He threatened to expose him to the village, destroying his reputation and ensuring his excommunication from the Church. Reverend Greenacre agreed to keep quiet, but Gideon wasn’t happy with his silence alone. He became more and more involved in the business and was eventually seduced by the ready supply of money and women.
He wasn’t the only one, however. The vicar named other members of the community who were bribed, blackmailed or seduced into silence and involvement, including policemen, lawyers and even the MP James Dowding. Georgie blushed at the mention of his name.
Many of Gideon’s clients were extremely sensitive about their identities. Not surprising considering their positions in society and their tastes in sexual activities. It was one such client that had recently requested something rather specific, a ceremony of sorts. The vicar didn’t know the exact details, apart from one. They needed a virgin, and this posed a problem. The women Gideon had in his employ were definitely not virgins and he doubted any could pass for one. So he instructed the vicar to find him one.
Reverend Greenacre went on to explain that when Lily approached him to seek guidance and advice on joining the clergy he thought his prayers had been answered! He guessed that if she wanted to join the Church she was likely to be a virgin. He needed to be certain, so he put the question to her as delicately as he could under the guise of professional advice. Her blush and quiet denial sealed her fate. He asked her to return at six o’clock in the evening four days before, the day of Georgie’s party. She obediently returned at the appointed time, but there waiting for her was Gideon. The vicar thought she was still being held at Gideon’s house, but he wasn’t certain.
He also revealed that Gideon was planning something at a party that evening, and they all agreed it would be the perfect opportunity to infiltrate the ranks and find out more. While Gideon was entertaining his guests they could have a look around his home and see if they could find out where he was keeping Lily, before it was too late and he carried out his bizarre ritual.
They were too scared to risk exposure by going to the police. If what the vicar said was true some of them were in Gideon’s pay and could not be trusted. Georgie’s father had influential friends, but how could she explain any of this to her parents?
By the time the three of them had arrived back at the Manor they only had a couple of hours until they had to leave again for the party. They each spent the time separately, getting ready and mentally preparing for the evening ahead. Georgie knew what kind of a night it would be; Gideon had already proved his appetite for the extreme and she was sure that the evening would be no exception.
She picked out a black lace thong and bra set, and then put them back in favour of a red PVC bra and knickers, bought for her by an ex-boyfriend. Never in a million years did she think she would ever wear them outside her bedroom, but the seamless design was very flattering, and as she slipped into them she was reminded of how sexy the tight-fitting shiny material was. Poor old Jerry. Maybe she shouldn’t have been so quick to dump him. She should give him a call once this whole thing was over.
Georgie decided on a black skirt and sheer stockings, with a low cut V-neck top that proudly showed off her shadowy cleavage. She brushed her hair up and pinned it back. Lastly she put on a pair of black spiky heels and she was ready.
She arrived in the entrance hall, Bunnie and Richard already waiting for her. Richard wore black trousers with a grey shirt open at the collar. It was much easier for men, thought Georgie. They could just throw on trousers and a shirt and no one really noticed, but there was so much pressure on women to look the part, and Georgie knew Bunnie put in as much effort as she had. She was wearing a short black skirt and a gold sequined top that looked like rippling liquid when she moved.
‘Too much?’ Georgie asked, doing a little pirouette.
‘I think you’ll blend in perfectly,’ said Richard, appreciatively eyeing her cleavage and then her bum as she slowly turned. ‘Come on, lets go.’
The three of them took one of the Manor’s chauffeured cars to Gideon’s and told the driver to wait. Georgie felt better knowing someone was outside, even if he didn’t know why they were all there. They arrived just after nine o’clock and the familiar driveway was already packed with cars. There must have been thirty at least.
‘Wow, this is a lot bigger than his last party,’ Bunnie said, smoothing down her skirt as she got out of the car.
‘That should work in our favour,’ said Richard. ‘Gideon will be busy entertaining his other guests.’
They reached the door and walked past a gorilla-like man in a dark suit; hired help working as a bouncer.
Inside the house had been totally transformed. The large reception had been draped with banners of red and gold and thousands of fairy lights lit the ceiling like twinkling stars. In the centre was a six-foot ice sculpture which Bunnie, ever the artist, was immediately drawn to. She marvelled at the intricate detail of the naked forms, man and woman entwined together in the most imitate act.
Some people were milling around and chatting, but it was clear the party was hotting up in other areas of the house. As a group they moved down the hall and into the throng. Each room they passed was occupied by people performing or observing various sexual acts.
They spotted Mary casually talking to a woman Georgie recognised from the swingers’ party, while another woman, naked from the waist up, was on her knees giving two men a simultaneous blowjob. They didn’t stop to speak to Mary, but pushed their way through to the crowded kitchen.
There was an extravagant spread: lobster, caviar, oysters and truffles to name but a few delicacies, but judging by the people they had already passed there didn’t seem to be much need for aphrodisiacs. That said, Georgie was feeling the pull of the largest chocolate fountain she had ever seen, but with her stomach in knots she settled for a drink and downed her first neat vodka in one. She picked up another and followed Richard out to the garden, with Bunnie in tow.
There were more people outside but the music was quieter and most were either frolicking in the pool or lurking in the shadows looking for a secluded spot.
‘I think we should split up; have a look around and talk to as many people as we can,’ Richard suggested.
‘Good idea,’ said Georgie. ‘Be careful though, we don’t know who’s involved in this and we can’t arouse suspicion.’
Richard watched the two girls walk back into the house, leaving him alone in the garden. Where should he start? His gaze drifted across the patio and over to the pool, where thankfully he saw two figures he recognised.
‘Rachael, Fern,’ he called from the poolside, genuinely pleased to see them. The two women disengaged themselves from a few other revellers and swam over to him.
‘Richard, we’re so glad you came,’ Fern beamed. ‘Bacchus is around here somewhere. You remember him,’ she said with a knowing grin. ‘Why don’t we find him and go somewhere a little more private?’
Back inside Georgie and Bunnie separated to start their own investigations. The guests glanced at Georgie from time to time as she moved around the rooms, but mostly they were engrossed in their own hedonism.
She wanted to find Gideon. She didn’t know what she was going to say to him when she did, but he had betrayed her. Of course he was a manipulating pervert who had kidnapped her sister and she despised him for it, but she also felt like he had hurt her personally and she couldn’t figure out why. Maybe it was because for some inexplicable reason she actually genuinely liked the man. From the moment they met there was something about him, a sort of chemistry. It wasn’t love or any such strong emotion, but more an understanding and a sexual compatibility she had never achieved with any other man. And the fact that he was behind Lily’s disappearance had affected her greatly, like she’d been let down by an old friend.
Bunnie made her way through to one of the main reception rooms. Sipping her drink she looked around nervously at the other guests. There were already people on the sofa, so she decided to find somewhere she could sit and overhear conversations. Perhaps she would get lucky and learn something useful about Lily. She looked around. She could feel a bad aura in the room, but with so many people in one place they all blurred into one.
She noticed a man beckoning to a serving girl from one of the occupied chairs. The girl immediately dropped onto all fours, crawling towards him with feline grace. Bunnie watched, her mouth open in surprise as the waitress crept up to his lap and deftly unzipped his trousers. Pulling out his penis she took it in her mouth, gently sucking with deference. Bunnie saw him glance down at the girl on her knees, tenderly coaxing his growing member to full length in the middle of the room, her short dress riding up as she worshipped his cock.
He coolly turned his attention towards the other occupant of the sofa. The woman sitting next to him was staring at his erection as the girl greedily sucked the now hard flesh. She shuffled closer, lifting the hem of her skirt to reveal milky-white thighs, her shaved mound and pouting sex already glistening with moisture. As if unaware of the waitress bobbing on his erection he casually reached out to stroke the other woman’s labia, easily parting the wet flesh to reveal her clitoris.
Bunnie felt warmth flood into her panties and forced herself to turn away, cursing her luck that she could not join in the fun. Silently she admonished herself for getting so worked up and headed to the nearby bar in one corner of the room. Requesting a large whisky she perched at the bar on a stool, content to watch the action but determined to keep her focus this time. Sipping her drink with trembling hands she tried to listen out for snippets of information, but there was no way of knowing who was involved. She absentmindedly fingered the crystal pendant around her neck as she checked the crowd for possible suspects.
The nearest people to her were a couple in their early thirties who were sitting and chatting on one of the sofas. The man leaned close and whispered something Bunnie could not hear, but her curiosity was quenched when the woman smiled and unbuttoned her dress, stood up and stepped out of it leaving the garment on the floor by her feet. Dressed only in her white bra and knickers she was pulled off balance as he guided her over his knee. Bunnie could not take her eyes off the woman, lying across his lap, her bottom pushed into the air. She was mesmerised and had again forgotten her objective. She watched him grip the woman tightly around her waist, locking her in position. With his partner in place he used his free hand to gently caress her firm round buttocks through her knickers. Bunnie held her breath as he pulled the material tight, the gusset pressed into her swollen pussy lips.
He crooned softly, ‘I think I’m going to have to give it to you on bare flesh tonight. It’s no more than you deserve.’
The woman moaned, her arousal apparent as a dark patch began to show at the crotch of her knickers. The man began to push them down, slowly showing the cleft of her buttocks and eventually uncovering the woman’s glorious behind.
Bunnie’s body was also having the same reaction as she watched, her own knickers growing more sodden by the minute. She could not take her eyes off the couple, and she was not the only one. Several other guests had paused on their way past to watch the spectacle.
The soggy material was now down around the woman’s knees and he was stroking the pale flesh revealed. Bunnie watched engrossed as the man caressed her rear, his fingertips brushing her sex and setting her trembling. He raised his hand, pausing to watch the woman quiver with anticipation, before bringing it down with a meaty smack on her right buttock. She squealed in response to the sudden pain, but Bunnie could see her true reaction as fresh moisture began to seep from her sex. A pink handprint blossomed on her behind as he raised his arm again. He gave her another meaty smack, this time spanking her left buttock. Then he started on her in earnest. He spanked her with steady, forceful smacks that set her kicking and whimpering with equal parts agony and ecstasy.
Bunnie could see he knew what he was doing, striking her hard enough to make her buttocks bounce and glow red. Having recently been in that very situation she knew exactly how it felt. She could empathise with the woman and knew the range of emotions she’d be feeling. She saw the woman lift her bottom to meet the masterful hand, and Bunnie could really appreciate his skill, applying the smacks with the same force each time. She could tell his partner was enjoying the punishment, recognising the clear signals. Each smack caused her pussy to open a little further, revealing the pink flesh within.
Her buttocks were bright red and must have been burning when he eventually finished the punishment. He held her in place to caress her hot flesh before reaching lower to cup her equally hot pussy. Bunnie choked down a groan when the man gave his partner a firm slap squarely on her sex. Bunnie’s own pussy throbbed with lust as, holding her breath, she watched the man work his finger easily between her labia. He spread her to stroke the pink wet flesh, the gentle contact sending the woman into delirious ecstasy. He must have sensed her need and finally released his grip around her waist.
Bunnie watched the woman struggle to her feet in a kind of daze while the man casually unzipped his trousers to free his long thick erection, already glistening with pre-cum. On sight of his stiff member she hastily slipped off her knickers and straddled him.
The effect it had on Bunnie was just as pronounced. She ached to be filled and her nipples were tender and erect under her blouse. She knew she would obtain no information from the couple, but she found it difficult to move away. With a deep breath and a great deal of willpower she forced herself to turn her back on them, chiding herself for wasting time when Lily was missing. On her way to the door she heard the delicious moaning of the couple behind her as they both reached a satisfying climax.
‘Lucky bitch,’ she muttered wistfully.
Richard followed Rachael and Fern back through the house and up the stairs. He watched both of them in their damp bikinis, their flesh still wet and glistening from the pool. They didn’t encounter Bacchus until they reached the first-floor landing, where he was talking to another man in a voice too quiet to pick out any words clearly.
Fern walked straight up to him and slipped her arms around his waist. ‘Look who we found,’ she said, and reached out to Richard, pulling him closer.
‘Richard, good to see you again,’ said Bacchus, shaking his hand in both of his.
‘We’re just off to find somewhere more private,’ Fern said. ‘Are you going to join us?’
‘I’ve just got to finish a bit of business first,’ said Bacchus. ‘Why don’t you three go and start without me and I’ll join you in a minute.’
Rachael gave Bacchus a swift kiss on the cheek as she passed and pulled Richard along the landing, Fern bringing up the rear.
Richard was pleased to have some time alone with both girls. The image of them playing in the pool together had been running in his mind as he followed them through the house. And now he had them all to himself, wet and shivering. They certainly seemed very at home, and he sincerely hoped they were not involved with Gideon’s business dealings. But they might have some clue as to Lily’s whereabouts, if he could just win their trust. He couldn’t help but become aroused as he watched their trembling goose-bumped flesh ripple as they walked.
‘So, what are you going to do with us now, Richard?’ Rachael teased as she opened the door to one of the guestrooms.
His mouth went dry. He could think of a hundred things he would like to do with them and an image of each flashed through his mind. He could feel his cock responding, straining against his trousers, and he took a deep breath to steady himself. He wanted to appear cool, calm and in control of the situation.
‘Why don’t we get a little bit more comfortable?’ he said, nodding at the bed, cringing at the cheesy line. What was wrong with him? Why had the two women turned him into a quivering wreck? He walked to the bed and sat on the edge, patting the quilt beside him.
‘I’ve got a better idea,’ said Rachael, walking over and kneeling in front of him. She pushed a wet strand of hair away from her face as she gazed up at him. Then Fern adopted the same position at his feet.
Richard could not believe his luck as both girls worked together to undo his trousers. He had to stand to allow them to pull them down. Sliding his hands over their damp flesh he fondled a breast in each hand, massaging the soft mounds and pulling at their erect nipples through the stretched bikini material.
His erection lay heavily on his thigh as the girls began stripping each other of what little they were wearing. Fern lent forward and put her arms around Rachael, their breasts squashed together as Fern undid the bow behind her friend’s back, letting her bikini top fall to the floor. Fern reached out and stroked the pert mounds, taking the rosebud nipples between her fingers and tweaking them as Rachael gasped and moaned in response. Rachael reached up and pulled down the straps of Ferns top so her larger, fuller breasts spilled out, and began to play with them in return. They came together, kissing, and Richard could see their glistening tongues as they darted in and out of each other’s mouths. His erection was raging, rising from his groin, lancing the air, and it was taking all of his self-control not to grab it and relieve his building tension.
Rachael and Fern broke apart, their focus now returned to Richard. Rachael wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and brushed her lips over the swollen head. Fern too reached out and wrapped her hand around his straining flesh, just above Rachael’s, and mirrored her move, kissing and then parting her lips to flick her tongue over the sensitive tip.
Richard stared in wonder as he watched their pink wet tongues gliding over his shiny head. They moved down, both licking and kissing the length of his shaft. It was wonderful but frustrating. He desperately wanted to pull his cock out of their grasp and plunge it deep into one of their mouths, but he took a deep breath and restrained himself; he had a long night ahead of him and he didn’t want to peak too soon.
Licking her way back up his pole Rachael took his purple tip in her mouth, caressing the salty head with her tongue. Fern, not wanting to be outdone, moved her face lower and began to suck and kiss his scrotum, taking each ball into her mouth in turn.
Richard noticed Fern’s other hand inside Rachael’s bikini bottoms, her fingers working away under the skin-tight fabric, and could feel Rachael’s whimpers as she went lower and lower on his cock.
He lay back on the bed, the pressure building in his groin and his stomach muscles clenched. He bucked his hips, forcing his straining erection deeper into Rachael’s throat as Fern simultaneously sucked his balls and finger-fucked Rachael. Richard knew he couldn’t last much longer. All he wanted to do was shoot his boiling spunk over both of them.
The door suddenly burst open and Bacchus strode in, chuckling at the scene. Both girls jumped up immediately, leaving Richard panting on the bed with a rapidly deflating penis and growing frustration.
Walking down the hall, Bunnie passed a middle-aged pot-bellied man. He stood completely naked against the wall while a younger and considerably more attractive man was sucking his engorged cock, wearing only women’s underwear. She smiled to herself; she could get used to a place like this.
Trying to bring her mind back to the task in hand she walked into a small lounge, complete with private bar and a couple of soft leather armchairs. Two distinguished-looking gentlemen sat at the bar deep in conversation, seeming rather businesslike in pinstriped suites.
As she moved further into the room they both looked up. ‘Looks like we have a visitor,’ said the bespectacled man closest to her.
‘Hi, I’m Bunnie,’ she said, toying flirtatiously with the strap of her top.
‘Pleased to meet you,’ he said, indicating the space behind her. ‘And let me introduce you to Becky.’
Bunnie turned, stunned to see what she had failed to notice when she first entered. An athletic-looking woman was hanging from the ceiling, naked in a leather sex swing. Bunnie gasped at the sight; she had never seen anything like it before. The contraption was more like a harness that held Becky suspended in midair, her arms secured behind her and her legs pulled open.
Drawn forward Bunnie walked towards her, taking in each detail of the glorious sight. Her shaven pussy was on full view, her pink lips were parted showing the glistening, inviting flesh within. Bunnie couldn’t help herself, she was so hot already.
Becky hadn’t uttered a word but Bunnie recognised the begging look in her eyes, and couldn’t resist. She reached out a hand and stroked the inside of the girl’s thigh, her fingers delicately brushing over her sex mound, already slick with juices. Bunnie reached both hands under Becky, cupping her firm buttocks, and pulled her gently forward pressing her fragrantly wet sex lips to her waiting mouth. Becky groaned with pleasure as Bunnie licked and sucked her flesh. With a strong grip on both buttocks she pulled the succulent pussy hard to her face, lapping at her hole and erect clit. She poked her tongue out and rocked the suspended girl back and forth on the swing, penetrating her gaping hole with her tongue each time. Becky was gasping, her head rolling, her long blonde hair hanging behind her. Then Bunnie stopped abruptly and turned to the men at the bar.
‘Can I enlist your help?’ she asked, her face glistening with juices. ‘I think she needs something bigger inside her.’
‘I do believe I can help you,’ said the bespectacled man who’d spoken previously. He stood up and began to open his trousers.
‘Sit down, this is a job for a real man,’ said his friend, also standing and removing his trousers. Both men then stood facing Bunnie, their semi-erect penises bobbing in front of them.
‘I think I’ll be the judge of that,’ said Bunnie, moving towards them. She sunk to her knees, taking a cock in each hand. Slowly she began to pump, wanking them in unison until the shafts of flesh became rigid poles straining in her grip. She took one cock in her mouth. She tasted the salty tip and his musky scent filled her nostrils, overwhelming her senses. She sucked him avidly, continuing to pump the cock in her other hand, then swapped abruptly, sucking the one in her right hand and wanking with her left. She was so aroused by what she was doing, but as both her hands were busy she could do nothing to relieve her own aching need.
Once she was satisfied both men were as hard as they could get she stood up and admired her handiwork. Their straining erections pulsed and bobbed in front of them, both men looking eager and hungry to continue.
‘It’s so hard to tell,’ Bunnie teased. ‘I’m very impressed with both of you. But that doesn’t matter anyway. She has more than one hole to be filled, right?’
Bunnie heard Becky whimper behind her at the realisation of what was about to happen. She led both men to the swing, positioning one in front of the suspended girl and one behind her. She adjusted the harness so the men could penetrate her still standing, and they didn’t waste any time. Once Becky had been lowered the man at her front grabbed her thighs, rocking her towards him and impaling her on his rock-hard erection. The man behind her then moved in close, spread her buttocks and began to nudge the head of his penis against her little star. Becky was yelping as he pushed deeper, until his entire length was embedded inside her. Two large cocks filled Becky completely, pinning her between two male bodies.
Bunnie watched as they started moving, swinging Becky between them, as one cock slid out the other slid in, one fluid movement. The three of them were lost in their own bubble of pleasure, totally forgotten that Bunnie was there.
The group became more urgent. They had stopped swinging her and the men were thrusting their hips, fucking her roughly in unison as she called out for more, all of them flushed and sweating with the exertion. The sound of moans and grunts and the slap of flesh on flesh was too much for Bunnie. She wanted to be in Becky’s position. She was the one who needed to be penetrated by those big hard cocks, she needed to be held and fucked.
She had to get out of there. She’d been wound up and frustrated all day and desperately needed release. She couldn’t stand watching them any more. Shaking, she left the room, breathing deeply, trying to control herself, deciding she would try and find Georgie. Hoping she’d had better luck in gathering clues of Lily’s whereabouts she headed back to the heart of the action. It was fast becoming an erotic free-for-all and most people had discarded most if not all of their clothing. Not wanting to stand out she quickly took off her blouse and skirt, thankful she had put on a pretty pink bra and panties set. Looking around she wondered which group she should try and infiltrate, when a young man with a chiselled torso broke away from one and made a beeline for her.
‘I know why you’re here, and I can help you,’ he whispered. ‘Follow me.’
Rachael and Fern lay on the bed gently kissing each other, their hands roaming over the other’s body, playing with nipples and stroking smooth flesh. Richard watched them together - just the way he’d caught Bunnie and Georgie many times before... his cock twitched back into life at the memory and he looked away towards Bacchus, who sat there the picture of confidence, gently rubbing his thick cock. Richard knew he’d not last long in a contest like last time.
To his relief the girls called him over to the bed, and he did not hesitate, crawling between them. He lay on his back and let them lift his hands above his head. Something soft was wrapped around his wrists, silk he guessed, as they tied them to the wrought iron bedstead. A moment of panic flashed through his mind and he tensed.
Fern leaned in close and he felt the soft skin of her breasts brush against him. ‘Don’t worry, we’ll look after you, just enjoy it,’ she whispered in his ear.
Richard tried to relax his body as both girls began to drizzle oil over his chest and thighs. He shivered as he felt the warm liquid splash over his straining penis and sensitive genitals. He closed his eyes to fully enjoy the feel of the beautiful women with him on the bed, their artful hands spreading the slick substance over his skin. Their hands moved all over his body, massaging, squeezing, circling his nipples and towards his groin. They left his body and Richard slowly opened his eyes, more than a little disappointed.
Rachael leaned close to his ear again and whispered, ‘Turn over so we can oil your back.’
With his hands tied to the bed he struggled onto his front, his arousal urging him to do anything the sexy women wanted of him. His raging erection stopped him from lying down so he found himself on his knees and elbows, and very aware of the vulnerable position he was in.
More liquid was poured over his back and buttocks, and the soothing hands once more spread oil sensually over his skin. The soft caresses travelled over his back, up to his neck and hairline, down his sides and over his trembling buttocks. A warm hand cupped his testicles and caused a surge of excitement to flood his body. He concentrated intently on controlling his responses as the hand softly circled his balls and moved towards his bursting cock.
Rachael crawled up the bed and sat on a pillow just inches from his head, her legs outstretched on either side of him. Richard was mesmerised as she spread her thighs wide apart and began to delicately stroke the pink flesh revealed. She was so close that he could smell her musky scent and see her juices glistening in the soft folds of her pussy. She smiled at him and reached under the pillow next to her.
‘Ah, there it is,’ she purred with satisfaction as she found the item she was looking for. Her smile changed to a wicked grin, as in her hand she held a small black dildo with a flat handle crossing the base to form a letter T. Playing with the toy she ran her delicate fingers over the black shaft, teasing him before rubbing the plastic phallus over her nipples and circling the pink buds until they stood firm and proud on her breasts.
Richard longed to take each one in his mouth, to kiss them, suck them, taste them. She smiled mischievously at him, knowing full well the affect she was having, and spread her legs even further, giving him another look at her beautiful wet pussy.
She slowly trailed the dildo down her flat tummy, ever closer to her pink cleft. Holding the toy by its handle she ran the shiny black object against the length of her swollen labia, pressing the shaft into her folds and pushing it deeper until the handle was lying over her clitoris. She drew it back and forth, sliding it along her sex then plunging it to the hilt in her pussy.
Richard felt sudden concerned; he was supposed to be looking for Lily and he was now tied up by relative strangers, totally vulnerable in every way. He tried to struggle and tell them to untie him, but was stopped when Rachael removed the dildo and pushed his head down into her pussy, smothering his face. He knew in that instant he would not leave now, even if he could.
Fern moved off the bed. Sensing her standing behind him Richard moaned, humiliated by his arousal as she continued to caress his exposed buttocks and testicles with her soft hands. Effectively captive he was in their total control, and it was intoxicating. He was helpless and vulnerable with two beautiful women playing with his body.
He felt something hard nudging between his buttocks, and could only whimper as the little black cock that was just recently inside Rachael pushed slowly but forcefully into his tight anus. He started to groan as it gently eased past his sphincter, but Rachael grabbed his hair again and pulled him back down to her pussy, muffling his objections.
Richard couldn’t move, pinned by the object impaling his rear hole. He felt stretched and ashamed but it was also incredibly arousing. He could only lick furiously at Rachael’s pussy, making her squeal with pleasure as he was penetrated by the dildo. It came to rest only once it had been buried inside him, the handle parting his buttocks.
‘Oh, Richard, all that fuss and look how much you enjoy being fucked up the ass,’ Fern giggled, reaching between his legs to grasp his cock. She circled it with her oily fingers and he knew she was right. He was throbbing and rock-hard.
Richard felt a large flat object pressed against his buttocks. He tensed with surprise, causing him to clench around the plastic cock in his rectum.
‘You know what?’ Fern mused with Rachael. ‘I think it’s the first time he’s ever been buggered.’
‘Do you know, Fern, I think you’re right.’
‘Well, are you going to paddle his arse like a naughty boy, or shall I?’
The stranger walked away, motioning for Bunnie to follow. Could this be the break they were waiting for? Did he have the information that could lead them to Lily?
Alone in the deserted hall he suddenly grabbed her by the wrists and pinned her to the wall, holding her there with his bodyweight.
‘What do you think you’re doing?’ Bunnie gasped, taken by surprise. ‘I thought you were going to help me.’
He put his hand firmly over her mouth, silencing her. ‘I am going to help,’ he said, squeezing his thigh between her legs, and holding her firmly his hand found her breast, the contact with her erect nipple sending jolts of secret pleasure through her body.
‘You said you knew why I was here,’ she managed to breathe.
‘Of course I do,’ he said, trailing his hand down her tummy. ‘The same reason we’re all here.’
She could feel his breath against her ear and shivered. She had totally misread the situation; he wasn’t involved at all, he was just another horny reveller. Bunnie mentally kicked herself for being so naive and resolved to be more cautious.
She felt his hand snaking lower, down over her pubis, coming to rest over her hot pussy. Her heart was racing at the contact, aware that her moisture had seeped through the lacy material of her panties and was coating his strong fingers. Her bullet-hard nipples strained against her bra and she pushed her pelvis out against his hand as he began to rub the sodden lace covering her throbbing centre.
Bunnie relented; she was so horny and he was cute, as well as eager. Maybe if she could satiate her inflamed libido she would be able to concentrate on her real quest.
By the time he pushed his lace-encased finger inside her sensitive channel she did not need to make any more excuses to herself. She wanted him inside her. As if sensing the change in her he relaxed his grip. Bunnie felt him reach between her and the wall and undo the clasp of her bra and pull it away, dropping it on the floor.
‘I saw how turned on you are and how much you need it, so I’m going to bury my cock deep inside you and give you a real good fucking.’
As he spoke Bunnie reached down and felt the prominent bulge in his trousers grow under her hand. She gave the hot rod a little squeeze and felt it twitch in response.
Needing no further encouragement the stranger grabbed her breasts, roughly kneading the pale flesh and sending more jolts to the furnace between her legs. He snaked his hand from one breast and moved it down her firm torso, causing the soft down on her skin to stand to attention. His fingers traced the drenched furrow where her panties clung tightly to her pussy.
Bunnie felt content to let her young stud feel in control, happy to let him move at his own speed despite her body screaming for fulfilment. At last he pulled the damp material aside, the cool air feeling delicious on her burning sex. She moaned as his fingers explored her moist lips, his touch surprisingly gentle on her delicate flesh, and she gasped as he found the little hood covering her sensitive clitoris. Bunnie moaned again as she felt him expertly pull it up and brush the erect nub hard enough to send lightening coursing through her body. It took her breath away.
His finger stirred the molten honey between her legs, exploring the opening of her throbbing sex. He paused, teasing, before finally penetrating her. At last he was inside her, pushing against the walls of her silky tunnel, and Bunnie clenched around the inquisitive digit exploring her.
She could still feel his hard cock against her thigh and wondered how it would feel inside her. It felt big and she longed for it to replace the finger. Withdrawing that finger he pushed her panties down, gravity pulling them to the floor.
Suddenly grabbing the initiative she spun the young man and pinned him back against the wall. She could feel his heat and wanted to touch him, take him in her mouth. She deftly undid the button on his trousers and unzipped them, and he moaned as his erection was deftly freed from his boxer shorts.
Holding him at arm’s length she ran an appreciative eye over his naked body. He was lean and toned, his flat stomach muscular with a thin trail of dark hair leading to a thick nest at his groin. His cock was long and hard, bulbous at the tip, blue veins straining under the tight skin.
Bunnie, normally a girl more comfortable being seduced than the seducer, found a new thrill taking control of the situation. Leaning against him she began to kiss the firm skin of his chest, circling his nipples before taking one between her teeth and nibbling gently on it. She heard a sharp intake of breath which pleased and spurred her on to the next nipple. Her hands moved over his hips and around to his clenched buttocks. She could feel the hard muscles under taut skin. She reached down between his legs, ignoring his straining erection and cupped his heavy scrotum. He let out a surprised cry as she started kneading them and he moved his hands to her breasts, squeezing them as she did the same to his testicles.
Bunnie kissed his torso, following the line of hair down until his hot cock was level with her face. Fully erect, it looked stout and heavy. Crouching in front of him she dipped her head, taking one of his delicate sacs in her mouth, sucking it away from his body. She released it only to take the other one in and repeat the same motion.
He was pushing his throbbing member against her face and she understood his urgency. Licking his shaft in one slow deliberate movement she trailed her tongue along the underside. She licked the purple tip, coating it with saliva before taking the flared head just inside her mouth, her tongue still working on the hot flesh. Holding his hips to stop him thrusting she very slowly took him further into her warm wet mouth. She swallowed the gag reflex and took him all the way, only withdrawing when her lips brushed his pubic hair. She sucked him hard, moving up and down on the hot bar of flesh, slurping as he moaned above her head. Bunnie’s insides were yearning, demanding to be filled.
She pulled away, unable to wait any longer. ‘I want your cock in me now!’ she said, breathless. She needed him so badly, her whole body aching for him to fuck her.
Bunnie pulled him back into the party and thankfully found a vacant sofa. Leaning over the padded armrest she spread her legs, the invitation clear.
She gazed over at a young couple fucking on an armchair, the man’s firm arse thrusting up and down as he penetrated her beneath him.
Bunnie felt her own partner’s strong hands on her hips as he wasted no time guiding his slick glans between her legs. He nudged against her opening, before pushing his cock into her hot wet pocket in a single thrust. He pounded into her with fast strong strokes, hard enough to knock the breath out of her, her mind and body reeling with the erotically charged day.
Still watching the nearby couple Bunnie felt an orgasm building from deep within her as his thrusts changed in tempo and he roared, riding the wave as his climax built. Bunnie reached down to lay her fingers on her swollen clitoris. Her muscles contracted, clenching around the invading flesh. The slightest contact with her erect button was enough to push her over the edge and an explosive orgasm shook her body as she felt him ejaculate, hosing her insides with hot thick spurts.
Richard froze, about to protest. Did she say paddle? He heard a low whoosh and felt the air rush towards him a fraction of a second before the warm pain engulfed his right buttock. He cried out.
‘Oh don’t make such a fuss, I only tapped you,’ taunted Fern. ‘You’d better not make too much noise or we’ll have to gag you!’
Richard had no intention of being gagged so he resolved to remain silent. Take it like a man, he told himself, but when the next blow was delivered with a meaty thwack it nudged the dildo deeper inside him and he grunted with pain and no small amount of shameful pleasure. She swung her arm again and again, pain enveloped both his buttocks and sent tremors up the dildo and into his core. He barely had time to recover as Fern started to beat his poor arse in earnest. Blow after blow landed on his exposed buttocks, making them glow hot and red. Each smack of the paddle knocked the fake cock inside him, his own cock throbbing so much he thought he would orgasm without even being touched. Fern gave one more blisteringly hard thwack on his rear and Richard could hold back no more and cried out with pain.
‘Please, stop,’ he begged, tears in his eyes, and mercifully the beating did stop and he tried to catch his breath while Fern stroked his scalded buttocks.
‘It stings, doesn’t it?’ she taunted. ‘Your arse looks like it must be so sore.’ She stroked the handle of the plug and Richard could feel the minute movement deep inside him.
‘After a good hard spanking I always find the pain makes me extra sensitive,’ she said, as she continued to play with the plastic cock, moving it as she spoke.
Richard moaned, his mouth firmly back on Rachael’s clit, making her purr with pleasure. Fern was so gentle as she toyed with the fake penis, but he could feel every tiny sensation and could not help wanting more.
‘Well, well, we really have corrupted you, haven’t we?’
Shamefully he screwed his eyes up, not able to muster enough willpower to respond. Before he could answer she was plunging the dildo deep inside him, over and over. Richard could not have imagined how delicious it was to be truly filled, stretched, helpless and ashamed. He longed to have just one hand free so he could grab his throbbing erection.
‘I bet you’d like me to suck your cock, take it deep in my mouth and suck on it until you come?’ Fern teased as she reached between his legs and grabbed him roughly at the base of his erection. She pushed the dildo hard up his arse as she began to expertly stroke him.
‘Please,’ he managed to splutter before Rachael grabbed him by the hair and pulled him back to her pussy.
Fern gave his arse a parting slap before moving back onto the bed. Lying on her back she positioned herself between his legs and pulled his fully erect penis away from his belly, taking it straight into her mouth.
Richard groaned with confused lust as he felt heavy hands caressing his buttocks, gently stroking. Bacchus! Richard had forgotten he was even there! The plug started moving again, gently being pushed in then eased out completely. He felt empty without it, but soon felt something warm and hard rub into the valley between his buttocks. He gasped but made no attempt to stop it. Bacchus continued to tease him, rubbing his heavy cock over his anus.
‘Please,’ Richard whispered into Rachael’s sex, humiliated.
‘Please, what?’ Bacchus teased. ‘What would you like me to do?’
‘Please... fuck me,’ Richard mumbled, unable to restrain his lust, overwhelmed with need. There was a husky chuckle from behind and he felt an increased pressure on the tight star of his anus. Relaxing his body he felt his sphincter being gently eased open. Fern’s mouth encircled his throbbing cock once more as he was stretched and filled by a man. Bacchus was now so deeply embedded inside Richard that he could feel the other man’s testicles hanging between his own thighs.
‘Yeah, your arse is so tight,’ Bacchus grunted, grabbing Richard’s hips. ‘You begged for this, remember that.’ Bacchus pulled out a little, only to thrust back hard.
‘Ah!’ Richard cried out.
Again and again the man withdrew, only to shunt back into Richard’s stretched and punished arse, then repeating the motion immediately. By the time Bacchus had found a steady rhythm Richard was lost, away in a raw animal lust. He had never felt so free. All he cared about was pleasure, sensation and satisfaction. Bacchus’ powerful thighs were slapping against the backs of his, his cock thrusting deep inside him. He in turn was thrusting harder into Fern’s mouth, her finger buried in her own sex. Richard pushed his tongue deep into Rachael’s pussy, licking her clitoris as hard as he could. His face was covered with her juices, clouding his senses with her exotic scent.
All four of them were coated with sweat, panting and writhing in a sexual frenzy. The room was filled with the smell of sex, their moans and grunts and the unmistakable sounds of moist bodies slapping against each other.
With her fingers buried deep inside herself Fern sucked furiously on Richard’s bursting cock as she brought herself closer to orgasm, her movements growing more erratic as she moaned her pleasure around his erection. She hurtled towards release, bucking on the bed as her thunderous orgasm washed over her.
It was too much for Richard and he roared into Rachael’s dripping pussy, forcing his tongue deep into her sopping hole as he came explosively in Fern’s mouth, spurting his seed deep down her throat, his every muscle convulsing as he came. As Richard clenched involuntarily his anus tightened around Bacchus’ embedded erection. Bacchus groaned and stuffed his cock into Richard’s arse with long hard thrusts, growling as he plunged deep inside him.
With Richard’s tongue buried in Rachael’s wet sex he felt her thighs tighten around his head as her own orgasm approached. Bacchus’ cock twitched and pulsed. He suddenly withdrew, leaving Richard empty, and sprayed his hot seed all over his punished buttocks. Rachael screamed with pleasure as she ground her sex into Richard’s face, her climax washing over her as she clenched against his probing tongue. Then falling like dominos, exhausted, they collapsed on the bed, panting, sweating and utterly satisfied.
Georgie found Gideon in the kitchen chatting to some of his guests... or were they his clients? How many of Gideon’s guests had actually paid for the privilege of being there, or was it simply a marketing opportunity?
She walked up behind him but wasn’t prepared for the rush of emotions she felt when he turned and looked at her. Her stomach did a little flip and she felt dizzy. He was dangerous, she knew that, but it seemed only to heighten the intense unidentifiable emotion she felt towards him.
‘Georgie, what a lovely surprise,’ he gushed, kissing her on both cheeks.
There was nothing in his manner to suggest he knew she had figured him out. Mistress had obviously done her job and was still holding the vicar, as promised. Georgie was fearful Gideon would sense something was wrong, but she forced a smile praying he wouldn’t notice her anxiety.
‘Good to see you again, Gideon,’ she said, rather officially considering they were slap bang in the middle of an orgy.
‘Are Richard and Bunnie here too?’ he asked.
‘Yes, they’re here somewhere. I left them back in the garden.’
‘Good, good, and what about you? Have you joined in any of the fun and games yet?’
‘No,’ she blushed. ‘I thought I would have another drink first.’ The small-talk over with she couldn’t think of anything else to say. She didn’t think it wise to accuse him outright. She had to play her hand carefully.
‘Listen, Georgie, I hope you understand but I have to play the host tonight. Stick around; I think you’ll enjoy the entertainment later.’
‘Count me in,’ she said, hoping that if she could catch him off-guard later he might let something slip about her poor sister’s whereabouts.
She decided to take her drink outside and see if she could find Bunnie, but when she reached the patio area her friend was nowhere to be seen, so she headed off into the garden away from the noise of the party.
She walked past planted flowerbeds and neatly trimmed shrubs. She passed a couple hidden in the shadows, could hear them whispering and giggling conspiratorially together.
There were gazebos spotted around, but at the back was a larger brick structure. Georgie walked over to it, mildly curious. It looked old and similar, if a bit smaller, to a building back at the estate. When she got closer she was disappointed to see it was indeed old, but not very impressive. It looked like the entrance to an old air-raid shelter.
She didn’t know what made her do it but she tried the door, which opened at her touch. A faint light glowed inside and illuminated stone steps leading down. Georgie was intrigued, and despite the nervous fluttering in her stomach she stepped inside and started to descend. The air was stale and its musty odour engulfed her as she reached the floor below. The room opened up into a well-stocked wine cellar. There was little light, but through the gloom she saw a labyrinth of wooden wine racks, each stretching from the concrete floor up to the brick ceiling. It was disorienting and she found it hard to gauge how big the space actually was.
Slowly she moved down the first aisle, the silence complete and the oppressive atmosphere unsettling her. She continued past row after row of dusty wine bottles, and was about to turn back when she heard a noise. Not wanting to get caught nosing around uninvited she hid between one of the tall shelves and peered out from a gap between the bottles. She heard voices and the sound of footsteps coming down into the cellar.
Mary came into view first, followed by a much younger man with strawberry-blond hair and a round baby face. He didn’t look a day over eighteen. The black suit he wore looked like it had been borrowed from his dad. He looked pale and way out of his depth with the seductive Mary.
‘I’m glad I managed to get you alone,’ the woman purred as she moved close to him. The young man remained silent, staring at her.
‘It’s okay, Tom,’ she said. ‘I’ve seen how you look at me.’ She reached up and stroked his face. ‘You’re old enough to be a man now, so would you like to experience a real woman for the first time?’
With his mouth slightly open Tom nodded mutely, but he still looked petrified. Mary shrugged down the straps of her dress and let it fall to the floor, leaving her standing naked in front of him. He let out a soft moan of longing at the sight. The older woman was still in very good shape. She was curvy but not overweight, and her skin looked firm and youthful. Her large round breasts stood proud in the soft light, and Tom was staring at them, beads of sweat glistening on his brow.
‘Do you want to touch me?’ Mary offered, in a sickly-sweet voice.
Georgie had the impression that Mary was enjoying how nervous she made him, and wondered if Gideon knew what his wife was getting up to. How much did Mary know about her husband’s business? Did she know people paid him to fulfil their sexual fantasies? Did she know he kidnapped young women for the purpose of indulging his clients?
Tom seemed frozen, unable to move. Mary smiled tenderly, and taking his hand placed it over her breast, holding it tight against her. Tom was completely transfixed, his eyes open wide, his mouth still open too, and Georgie couldn’t help but notice the impressive bulge in his trousers.
‘Do you like my body, Tom?’ Mary cooed, the seductress in action.
‘Y-yes,’ he whispered hoarsely, and with a shaky hand he continued to fondle her breast as Mary reached down and took hold of his bulge, slowly stroking and squeezing it through his trousers.
‘Mmmm... you’ve got something here I’ve been wanting to get to know for quite some time,’ Mary said silkily, her skilled fingers unfastening his belt and pulling his trousers down over his hips.
Tom started to look uncomfortable, embarrassed, but experienced Mary sank sexily to her knees and pulled his boxer shorts down to join his trousers around his ankles. He was definitely all man in the penis department, and despite her dangerous predicament Georgie was impressed. Mary also looked pleased as she gently pumped his erection before feeding it into her mouth. Tom looked thrilled but stunned, like he couldn’t have imagined it in his wildest dreams.
Georgie watched Mary’s head bobbing up and down on his hard cock, her own arousal growing, making her wish she was the one on her knees with a hot bar of flesh in her mouth. Mary stopped sucking and started wanking him, gazing up into his flushed face, gauging the confused emotions etched on it.
‘Come down here,’ she ordered, pulling Tom to his knees as well. ‘Lie down, and I’ll turn you into a real man.’
Naked only from the waist down Tom lay on his back as Mary straddled his hips, and he whimpered as she slid down on his standing, virgin cock. Mary closed her eyes and sighed blissfully as she began to ride him, slowly at first but gaining momentum.
Georgie reached under her skirt and stroked herself over her PVC panties. She squatted on the floor, her back against the wall and her knees apart, managing to keep the sexy vision in view. She slipped a finger into her knickers and her hot wet sex. She pushed the digit inside her as far as it would go, but it was frustratingly inadequate and she cursed under her breath. Tom, on the other hand, was cursing with pleasure. ‘Yes, fuck, yes!’ she heard him gasp, bucking his hips franticly. ‘Oh fuck, I’m going to come!’
Georgie barely had time to get started, and by the look of it neither did Mary. She waited for Tom’s straining hips to sink back to the floor, his orgasm complete, stepped elegantly up from him, looking disappointed but amused, and picked her dress up off the floor. Tom scrambled up too, red in the face and looking sheepish, his wet cock deflated. Once both of them were dressed again Mary kissed him tenderly on the lips.
‘I... I’m sorry,’ he bumbled, looking crestfallen.
‘Don’t worry, kiddo, it happens to everybody at first. You just need a bit of practice,’ and they both disappeared back up the stone steps.
The door slammed shut and silence fell once more. Georgie felt alone, the cellar becoming oppressive like a tomb, the isolation unsettling her. She needed to get back to the party, all those people having fun without a care in the world. She almost convinced herself she could join them and forget the last few days. But of course she couldn’t. Gideon had betrayed her and Lily was still missing, and the thought of her sister shamed her. How could she be huddled there feeling sorry for herself when somewhere Lily was still being held against her will? Anger flared in her once more and she put her hands on the floor to push herself up and back into action.
But something stopped her.
As she looked down she saw a large scuff mark that curved out from the wine racks. It looked like the rack had been recently moved. Georgie reached up tentatively and gave the wooden structure a gentle tug, and gasped as it swung towards her, revealing a secret stone staircase leading down into darkness!
Georgie stared into the gaping opening, like a big black mouth. She shivered. Anything could be down there. She couldn’t even see how far the steps descended. It could be where Gideon kept his most expensive wines, or it could be his office from where he ran his dodgy dealings. There was only one way to find out.
One step at a time she felt her way down, the faint light of the cellar above fading as she descended into the foreboding blackness, until she reached the room below, which was dimly lit and in shadowy semi-darkness. It was similar to the area above but as far as Georgie could see there were no wine racks. It appeared to be an empty space. She fumbled around for a light switch, and luckily and to her relief quickly found one. As a stark naked bulb flickered to life a muffled shriek came from one corner, and Georgie instantly saw a small figure bound and gagged on a filthy mattress, matted blonde hair obscuring part of her face.
‘Lily!’ Georgie shrieked, and dashed over to her sister. Tears streamed down her face as she pulled the rag out of her sister’s mouth. ‘Thank God you’re okay!’ she exclaimed, hugging her sibling tightly.
‘Georgie!’ Lily gasped, gulping breaths of air. ‘Where are the police?’
‘It’s a long story but there are no police,’ Georgie said, untying the bonds on her sister’s wrists and ankles. ‘We have to get you out of here.’
The relief in Lily’s face was quickly replaced with fear. ‘How are we going to get out of here? The people that took me are dangerous,’ she warned, panic rising in her voice.
‘I know all about them,’ Georgie said, trying to reassure, working as fast as she could on the ropes, ‘but there’s a party going on upstairs. There are plenty of people here, including Richard and Bunny, so don’t worry we’re going to get you home.’
Lily was still unsteady after being tied up for so long, but apart from a few grazes and bruises it didn’t look like she had been hurt. Georgie helped her to her feet and started for the steps, but they were stopped mid-flight by a loud bang from above. Someone had closed the door!
‘He’s coming!’ whispered Lily, fear etched into her features, and she collapsed on the floor whimpering.
There was nothing they could do. They were trapped underground with no way of escape. Georgie reached down for her sister, pulling her back up. All they could do was cling to each other as they heard the slow purposeful footsteps coming down.
He appeared in the doorway, seeming twice as big as Georgie remembered, a sinister grin on his usually calm face.
‘Georgie Porgy, pudding and pie, kissed the girls and made them cry...’ Gideon chanted menacingly. ‘It looks like I underestimated you, young lady. I must admit you were a fantastic fuck, but I didn’t think you’d cause me this much trouble.’
‘Th-the game’s up now, Gideon,’ Georgie stuttered, with more bravado than she felt. ‘We have the vicar’s confession. He told us everything, and I have witnesses.’
‘You stupid girl, you have no proof. Do you really think anyone is going to take the word of a corrupt vicar over someone as influential as me? There’s nothing you can do to me and now it’s my turn to have some fun with you. Who’d have thought it, two for the price of one? If your sister’s as good a fuck as you are I should be getting a lot more business from tonight.’
‘What are you going to do with us?’ Georgie demanded fearfully.
‘And here’s me thinking you knew it all,’ he mocked sarcastically.
‘You walk around here like you own the village, pretending you’re so civilised, but you’re nothing but a glorified pimp,’ she spat, clearly hitting a nerve. For the first time Gideon looked really angry, rage distorted his features and dark demons danced in his eyes.
‘You have no idea what I am or what I can do. I have friends in very high places, young Georgie. People far more powerful than your dear daddy. People in the upper echelons of society, from leading political figures to high court judges. I’ve even got a royal on my client list.’ He calmed slightly. ‘Everyone has a need, Georgie, and people who have money can afford to have their needs catered for, no matter how extreme. Tonight’s little show is a prime example. Now, you can either do this the easy way or the hard way. Cooperate as a willing participant and I’ll make sure nothing bad happens to your sister, but if you cause trouble I’ll make you watch while every single guest upstairs has fun with her.’
Georgie was faced with an impossible choice. She didn’t know what she was agreeing to, but she couldn’t allow Gideon to fulfil his threat. ‘If I agree to what you want, do you promise to let us go?’ she asked.
‘You have my word,’ he promised, his smile reminding Georgie of a vicious shark. She didn’t believe him one little bit, but at least she might be able to buy them some desperately needed time.
From somewhere in the house a gong sounded and the guests were ushered outside. Part of the garden had been marked out by a white circle painted on the lawn. In the centre, illuminated by a spotlight overhead, stood an altar draped in white silk and adorned with lilies. The stage had been set and the crowd stood hushed, forming an audience around the white ring on the grass.
Gideon’s parties were renowned for their finales, and excited anticipation of the main event hung in the air. The music from the house was switched off and for a few moments there was a collective holding of breath. Then a drumbeat began.
Bunnie was amongst the crowd, watching but not believing what she was witnessing. This was it. They were about to start the ceremony, which meant Lily had to be close by. But where was Georgie? Bunnie felt panic rising and looked around desperately for a friendly face. To her relief she saw Richard pushing his way through the crowd towards her, and flung her arms around him as soon as he was within reach.
‘Are you thinking what I’m thinking?’ he whispered in her ear.
She looked at him with real concern in her eyes. ‘I think this is it,’ she whispered back. ‘Where’s Georgie?’
‘I don’t know,’ said Richard. ‘I haven’t seen her since we split up earlier.’ They quickly scanned the onlookers, but it was difficult to identify anyone in the jostling crowd. ‘Maybe she’s still in the house,’ he said, with more hope than conviction.
Before Bunnie could reply six hooded figures walked into the circle, in robes of white, their faces covered. One man led the procession, walking to the sombre drumbeat, followed by Georgie and Lily, each held by two robed figures, the last man bringing up the rear.
Bunnie grabbed Richard’s arm painfully. ‘That’s them!’ she hissed unnecessarily.
‘Shhh,’ Richard hushed. ‘We don’t want to draw attention to ourselves.’
‘But we have to do something,’ Bunnie said desperately.
They watched helplessly as Lily was tied on the altar, her expression one of resignation to her fate. Georgie was pushed into a kneeling position, her hands tied behind her back. Bunnie screwed her eyes up tight; she could not bring herself to watch what was about to happen.
The hooded figures stood in a semi-circle around the two girls, while the leader took up place behind the altar, his arms raised. The drumming stopped and a chanting began. Georgie couldn’t make out any of the words; it was as if her captors were speaking in tongues.
As she was forced to kneel beside the altar she kept her eyes on the ground. She just wanted to get this over and done with - whatever it was to be - and get her sister home. She knew now there was no way to stop the pseudo ceremony, and all she could hope for was to get through it as quickly as possible. The chanting unnerved her though, and she wished they would just get on with whatever they were going to do.
‘Quandisa, please accept this offering as a symbol of our unquestioning faith,’ the leader suddenly called. ‘We bow down to your almighty power and ask that you grant us prosperity.’ The chanting grew louder and the crowd grew more expectant.
‘Quandisa, we offer this virgin in your name and to prove our allegiance to you.’ The crowd jeered their approval.
Georgie couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Gideon had gone back on the deal! He had no intention of sparing Lily. He had betrayed her again.
One of them stepped forward, and Georgie recognised his voice instantly. ‘Before the ultimate sacrifice we bring before you the body of another for worship,’ Gideon said. ‘She will take the seed of her masters and the virgin shall be savoured only by the high priest.’
Georgie felt defeated, numb, as she allowed herself to be stripped. She stared up at the starry sky, the full moon shining down on her naked form. She couldn’t allow herself to picture the watching crowd. She was totally exposed to them, naked and vulnerable, but to add to her shame she felt a rush of adrenalin coursing through her body. The night air teased her naked flesh, her nipples puckered at its gentle caress, and her face flushed as she realised a small part of her actually wanted to be fucked in front of an adoring crowd.
The drumbeat started again, Georgie’s pounding heart matching the ominous rhythm. A figure in white appeared in front of her. With a flourish he threw back his hood and the robe slipped to the ground, revealing his naked body. Cheers went up from the crowd as he pulled Georgie’s face to his engorged cock. She didn’t have time to resist as he held her firmly by the hair so she couldn’t pull back. He fucked her mouth roughly, but not for long before erupting down her throat, leaving Georgie coughing, the cheers of the crowd ringing in her ears, her cheeks burning.
His place was immediately taken as another naked priest stepped close, nudging his erection crudely against her lips. This time she was more prepared, keeping her mouth closed, but when two hands grasped her from behind she gasped and he took advantage. She was held around her waist and her legs pulled apart.
Something warm and oily was poured over her bottom and it ran between her buttocks, mixing with her own juices. The unseen hands spread the oily liquid over her rump, spreading it over her buttocks and down between her thighs. The exploring fingers paid special attention to the tight knot of her anus and coated her swelling labia.
She was under their total control, powerless to prevent the men from exploring her body, invading her helpless flesh... and powerless to prevent her body responding to the rough, domineering treatment.
Georgie was relieved the new cock in her mouth was not as urgent as the first, and she was able to use her tongue, licking along the shaft as it slid in and out of her mouth.
A phantom finger began to gently but insistently probe the opening of her pussy before it plunged deep inside. She groaned inwardly as the deliciously teasing digit withdrew from her aching cunt and began to slide between her lubricated buttocks. It caressed the bud of her anus before penetrating her little hole too.
Georgie’s blood ran cold; surely they weren’t going to bugger her in front of the baying crowd. She desperately wanted to run away before she lost all control, but how could she leave Lily? And how could she deny her body what it so badly needed?
The unseen finger was slowly removed from her twitching anus and she whimpered as she felt the man kneel and position himself behind her, pushing his cock against the spread cleft of her buttocks, and in one swift movement she was impaled by it, buried deep inside her slick pussy. She heard the man groan as he began to fuck her, each thrust driving him deep into her core.
Despite her shame she sucked hungrily on the throbbing cock in her mouth as her body rocked back and forth, sandwiched between the two sweating men, hands mauling and crawling all over her. The thrusts from behind her grew more erratic as the stranger approached his orgasm. She felt his cock spurt jets of sperm inside her and he cried out. He released his grip on her and she nearly slumped to the ground, but another man steadied her from behind, getting on his back and sliding underneath her. He pulled her down into a sitting position, his erect penis aiming for her gaping centre. She straddled him and was again penetrated, his rigid shaft stabbing up into her.
Georgie hated herself but she needed no further encouragement, sucking furiously on the erection in her mouth, bouncing up and down on the one in her pussy, her own needs now too strong to stop. The blissful feeling of surrendering to the men was too much to bear and she gave up willingly, her body yearning for release.
She felt another hand on the small of her back. It pushed her further forward so her breasts smothered the face of the man beneath her. She kept her head up to accommodate the man in her mouth, and then to her horror she felt pressure against her anal ring. She desperately tried to relax, knowing that tensing would only make it painful, and then she felt her body open up and with a few sharp shoves she had another cock inside her, filling her more than she ever thought was possible. She stopped moving under own steam and allowed her body to be used, being pushed and pulled, a cock in every hole.
In Georgie’s whirling mind the crowd had disappeared and it was just the four of them, writhing and rutting on the grass, pagan lust clouding her senses. The sensations were all consuming, all four of them reduced to primeval instincts, sucking and fucking and out of control.
She knew it was Gideon who’d penetrated her last, who was fucking her arse; she would recognise his technique anywhere. Tears of shame and humiliation welled in her eyes because he would know how much she was enjoying it, and the awareness of him buggering her fired her submissive instincts and drove her closer to her orgasm, the three cocks ploughing in and out as the climax washed over her.
The vision of her convulsing was too much for the man in her mouth and his body jerked, his seed spraying down her throat. He moved away and Georgie collapsed on the man below, clinging tightly to him as he bucked his hips, driving deeper into her, pushing against the cock in her rectum. Georgie was crying out, oblivious to the spellbound crowd, to Lily watching, horrified, and Bunnie crying against Richard’s shoulder, unable to hide her shock at what they were all witnessing.
Gideon too was moving like a piston, fucking Georgie’s arse and putting on a good show for his guests, ever the centre of attention. The man beneath her tensed and shuddered, burying his face deep into her breasts as he pumped his sperm inside her. He pulled his shrinking cock out and rolled from under.
‘It’s just you and me now,’ Gideon growled in her ear. ‘And then I can’t wait to see your sister get what’s coming to her. Maybe I will let everyone have her after all, after my client of course. He’s paid a great deal for your sister’s virginity.’
‘Bastard,’ she spat back at him, but he merely laughed, driving his cock deep into her tight rectum again and again until, despite her anger, she knew she was on the brink of another orgasm.
‘You’re such a dirty little bitch, Georgie,’ he taunted. ‘It’s a real shame we didn’t get to know each other better.’ He reached a hand between her legs and found her swollen clitoris. She knew this was just another way for him to humiliate her but she was helpless to stop him. His fingers pinched spitefully, but it was all she needed to tip her over the edge. She shuddered violently, hearing Gideon roar as he emptied his seed deep inside her arse to a spontaneous round of applause from the captivated audience.
He stood up like a prize fighter, his arms raised in triumph, standing victoriously over Georgie, leaving her a quivering mess on the lawn. One of his priests hurried forward and draped robes around his shoulders, the conquering warrior fresh out of the ring. He stalked arrogantly around the circumference of the crowd and then, always the showman, lowered his arms. The crowd fell silent, expectant.
‘Now it’s time for what you’ve all been waiting for,’ he boomed into the night. ‘Now it’s time for the virgin sacrifice!’
On the ground, still catching her breath, Georgie heard the crowd cheer again. She couldn’t let this happen, she had to do something. But what? Someone would stop her before she even got close to Lily.
The priests resumed their semi-circle, all with their robes back on, all eyes drawn to the girl tied on the slab. One of them broke formation and stood behind the altar. Georgie knew from his build that it wasn’t Gideon, and wondered if it was the mystery client he refused to name. The drumbeats reached a crescendo and the priest slipped off his robe...
But something distracted Georgie. She thought she heard another noise, throbbing under the beat of the drums. It didn’t sound like it was coming from the garden, but from the ground below and the sky above. It was a thrumming, whirring sound from all around, enveloping and vibrating through her body. It was a sound she could feel. Then the sky split open and Georgie stared right into the mouth of heaven. A blinding white light pinned her in place and she froze, shielding her eyes. The ground beneath her began to rumble and the wind whipped up, forcing her to hug the grass.
The crowd quickly dispersed as people ran screaming in all directions, but Georgie was oblivious to the chaos that reigned around her. She tried to stand but the strength of the gusty wind forced her to keep low, to remain prone, desperately hugging the grass. A thumping noise loomed overhead and huge black creatures fell from the sky.
It all happened so quickly. Bunnie saw two bright searchlights carve through the night sky, illuminating the whole bizarre scene. Everyone looked up to see two black helicopters descending into the garden, the pulsing whoosh of the rotor blades deafening. Figures dressed in black camouflage fell out of the night and the crowd began to cheer, thinking it was part of Gideon’s surprise entertainment. It wasn’t until they saw the guns that shrieks of alarm began to ring out.
Panic seized the crowd and many tried to run, but it was too late; the whole property had been surrounded and a voice was booming out through loudspeakers. ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please stay where you are, you are all under arrest!’
Georgie couldn’t work out what was happening. She turned to look for Gideon, but there were people running everywhere and she lost him in the confusion. Two figures ran towards her and lifted her to her feet. It was Bunnie and Richard. They untied her and Richard threw his coat around her shoulders.
‘Lily!’ Georgie shouted over the uproar. ‘We have to untie her!’
They ran to the altar, the naked priest nowhere to be seen. Richard untied Lily and Georgie clung to her sister, tears streaming down her face.
‘Let’s go,’ said Richard, ushering them on, but they were stopped in their tracks by a voice Georgie recognised well.
‘Are you guys okay?’
They turned to see the Mistress, dressed in black combat fatigues and carrying a machine gun.
‘What are you doing here?’ Georgie shrieked, utterly stunned.
‘There’s no time to explain now. I’m gonna get you all out of here and we’ll talk later.’
‘But, what about Gideon?’ Georgie asked.
‘Leave Gideon to us, he can’t have gone very far. My people are searching the property for him now.’
They followed the Mistress through the garden to a waiting car in front of the house. It looked like they were arresting everyone who had been at the party, and were loading groups of dishevelled revellers into a convoy of police vans. The Mistress only had time to briefly explain that she was Special Agent Alexis Cooper, and introduced them to two serious-looking colleagues. They would all be under government protection at the Manor until Agent Cooper could assure their safety.
‘So, you were on to them all the time?’ Georgie asked Agent Cooper, sitting at the kitchen table the following morning.
‘We knew what Gideon had been doing for some time, but we never had the proof that would secure a conviction. No one would testify against him and any witnesses we did manage to convince to help us seemed to vanish. I’ve been working undercover in Coxham Marsh for a couple of years now, moving in the same circles as him, but it wasn’t until you brought Reverend Greenacre to me that we had enough evidence to act.’
‘You played the role of a mistress very well, I must say,’ Richard said, a cheeky smile on his face.
Agent Cooper winked conspiratorially back, but said nothing.
Georgie walked Agent Cooper to the front door. She still couldn’t get over the fact that she had been an undercover agent all the time. She had to agree with Richard that she played a fantastic mistress, and she was almost sorry that she was a fictional character.
‘Thank you so much for saving me and my sister,’ Georgie said, blushing slightly.
‘You’re welcome. I enjoyed meeting you very much. In fact, I’d like to make you and Bunnie an offer. I was very impressed with the way you both dealt with the situation, and we need more people like you in the organisation, to help us in our more unusual cases. So how would the two of you like to work for me as sleeping agents?’