Chapter 9

Danni stood at her bedroom window, staring out at the grounds below. There was no doubt that Wright was extremely rich. The grounds were huge, stretching down to woods and parkland. In the distance she could see a gardener labouring with an overloaded wheelbarrow.

She turned and wandered about the room. Wright had, true to his word, provided her with a sumptuous apartment with a king-sized bed and plenty of living space. The adjoining bathroom was large and well appointed and, with hi-fi, television and a drinks cabinet, there was little she could want for.

She crossed to the wardrobe and opened it. The racks inside were hung with a variety of outfits. She pulled a dress from its hanger and examined it. It was bright red and very short. She ran her fingers over the fine stitching, feeling the quality of the material. Then she replaced it in the wardrobe, precisely where she had found it. Each outfit bore a number emblazoned on the hanger, and as she gazed upon them she wondered what she would be wearing that afternoon.

She had arrived at Wright's mansion the night before. He had travelled with her in the back of his sumptuous limousine. She'd expected him to seduce her during the journey out to the country - checking on the quality of his goods - but he hadn't laid a finger on her. He had simply explained her position and responsibilities in greater detail.

'You will be my cousin Judith,' he had explained. 'You will call me Charles. Have you got that?'

'You're Charles, I'm Judith.'

'Good. Now, Judith is a girl with few inhibitions. All my friends have heard tales about her promiscuity. She loves to play around, and she doesn't care who she plays around with - or who's watching. All right?'

'Yes, Charles.' As she listened to his instructions a tremor of anticipation shook the delicious youngster. Would she really be able to sustain such an act? Could she keep up such a performance for as long as was required? She tried to concentrate on what Wright was saying.

'You will have your own room, which will be yours alone to use. Your seductions will take place elsewhere. There are cameras concealed all over the house, so I shall be able to film and monitor your activities if I wish.'

'F-film them?'

'Certainly. I wish to be able to enjoy the more exciting episodes over and over again, as well as showing them to my friends. I trust you have no objections?'

'I... who would see them?'

'Anyone I choose.'

'I see.'

'For the most part I expect you to take the initiative with those friends of mine you encounter. The rules are simple: you will never refuse anyone who wishes to have some fun with you, and you will do precisely what is demanded.'

'Anything?'

'Within reason, yes. They will be permitted to dress you, strip you, tie you and beat you if the whim takes them. And you must participate with enthusiasm.'

'I must?'

Wright nodded. 'I may express disapproval at your actions, but you are to pay no attention to anything I say to you in public.'

Danni weighed these words in her mind. In ordering her to disobey him in public, he was ensuring that all her behaviour would be seen as on her own initiative. It was a clever ploy, she mused. To be seen as acting under his orders would have implied that she was reluctant. However, this way she would be seen as the slut he intended her to be.

'I have provided a wardrobe of suitable clothes,' he went on. 'You will be told what to wear at any one time. You will wear what is on the hanger and nothing else, apart from footwear, which will be similarly numbered.'

'Can I go where I like?'

'Within the grounds of the house, yes. Sometimes you will be required to be in certain places, in which case you will be told. Occasionally you may be taken away from the house, but the rules will still apply.'

'Will I be assigned to particular partners?'

'Generally you will be free to please whomever wants you. Occasionally, though, you will become the property of specific guests, in which case they will control what you do and with whom. Now, do you have any more questions?'

Danni shook her head. 'You've made it all very clear,' she said.

'Good.'

He had not spoken to her again during the journey. When they arrived at the front of his mansion he had simply gone inside and left her alone. Moments later a pretty young maid of about Danni's own age had appeared. She said nothing, simply motioning for Danni to follow her.

Danni had been very uncertain indeed, padding along behind the swaying skirt of the maid. Occasionally they passed other servants who stopped to stare at her, and she had been relieved when they finally reached the room. The maid showed her around, and then left her alone. She showered, and then climbed between the crisp sheets on the huge bed and fell asleep almost immediately.

The maid entered with a tray of breakfast almost the instant Danni awoke. The food was delicious, and as soon as the last piece of toast and jam had been devoured the maid reappeared with a letter which she handed to Danni, before picking up the tray and leaving once more.

Danni tore open the envelope. It contained a single piece of paper, and she read the words on it with some anticipation:

 

Come to the swimming pool at two to have a swim and to meet Mr Reynolds. Outfit seventeen.

 

Danni turned away from the wardrobe and looked nervously at her watch. It was ten minutes to two. She knew it was time to go, but she hesitated. What on earth had she let herself in for?

She paused before the full-length mirror positioned opposite the bed and examined her reflection. Hanger seventeen had held only a very short robe, tied at the waist by a sash. It was made of sheer, almost transparent material so that the dark circles of her areolae and the light triangle of hair between her thighs were faintly visible. There had been no swimming costume. The shoes were open leather sandals with a high heel. Under normal circumstances she would have considered the outfit too revealing even to wear about her room. Now, as she turned toward the door, her heart was hammering at the prospect of walking down to the pool in such a state of near undress.

She stepped from the room, and suddenly realised she had no idea where the pool was. To her left and right the hallway looked identical. She hesitated for a moment, temporarily unsure of what to do. Then, for want of a better plan, she turned left and set off.

The house was huge, with a myriad of passages and stairways, but she found her way down to the ground floor without too much difficulty. A maid was polishing silver at a table and she asked her the way, blushing as the girl stared at her quite inadequate outfit.

The pool was set at the back of the house on a wide terrace with a bar at one end. There were half a dozen people, both men and women, basking in the sunshine on reclining chairs, and Danni felt her stomach knot as she made her way towards them, her shoes seeming to make an unnaturally loud clacking sound on the paving stones. As she approached, faces turned in her direction and she saw eyes widen at the inadequacy of her gown. Remembering her part, though, she kept her head high and her expression calm.

On the far side, close to the bar, she could see Wright lying on a sun lounger beside another man on a similar lounger. Both wore shorts and T-shirt, and Wright beckoned to her as she approached.

'Ah, Judith, this is Mr Reynolds,' he said, indicating the other man. 'We've been doing some business this morning, but now we're taking a rest. Please, join us. John, this is my cousin, Judith.'

The man nodded without speaking, and Danni could see his eyes were fixed on her body, the robe quite unable to hide the fact that she wore nothing underneath. He seemed to be of a similar age to his host, but rather overweight with a pronounced paunch. His hair was receding too. He wasn't exactly Danni's idea of a perfect partner, but she tried to ignore that, concentrating instead on the bulge that was beginning to show beneath his shorts.

Wright ordered more drinks from a hovering member of the staff and then looked back up at Danni from behind his sunglasses. Danni resisted the temptation to use her hands to hide herself, instead placing one hand on her hip and letting the other dangle at her side.

'But Judith,' said Wright, in mock amazement, 'you're not wearing a swimming costume.'

'No, I didn't bring one.' She tried to reply as she thought her new character would. 'It doesn't matter does it?'

'Well, everyone else is wearing one,' he said. 'Couldn't you borrow one?'

'Oh, don't be such a prude, Charles,' she replied. 'I'm sure Mr Reynolds has no objection, do you?'

The man shook his head dumbly.

'You see? Now, I'm going for a swim.'

Danni looked at Wright for a moment, her eyebrows slightly raised as she tried to gauge his reaction to her performance so far. He nodded, a gesture so small that only Danni would have detected it. Taking a deep breath she reached for the sash about her waist and undid the bow. Then, trembling slightly with shame, she let it fall open, revealing her curvaceous body. She shrugged the garment off and let it flutter to the ground. From behind she heard a low whistle, and knew somebody had seen the stripes on her buttocks from the previous night's whipping. She paused for a moment, posing for them. Outwardly she knew she appeared totally calm, but inside she was in a state of high tension, and she wondered if anybody could detect the way she was shaking. Then she turned towards the pool.

'Judith, dear, what on earth happened to your bottom?' asked Wright.

Danni stopped and glanced coyly over her shoulder. 'Somebody whipped it, Charles,' she said.

'Who?'

'A woman called Zoe. It was just a bit of fun.'

He shook his head in mock surprise as she made her way to the edge of the pool. She wanted to hurry, and to immerse her body as quickly as possible, so as to hide herself from the staring eyes. But she knew she must play her part, so she sauntered along, pausing at the poolside to kick off her shoes. Then she dived gracefully into the water, allowing its coolness to envelop her as she swam to the other end.

She remained in the water for about ten minutes, swimming back and forth, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of being nude in the pool. Two men joined her, and she was careful to put on a show for them, since she knew Wright would be watching. She drifted on her back, her lovely breasts breaking the lapping surface, her nipples hardened by the cold. She managed to brush them against one of the men, the feel of his bare flesh against hers sending a thrill through her. But she was slightly concerned that they might proposition her, as she knew her task was to entertain Mr Reynolds, so she decided she had better get out before things went too far.

She hauled herself from the water and made her way back to the reclining men, once again taking her time. She knew the colour in her cheeks was bright, but she tried to remain calm as if her behaviour, strolling nude amongst these strangers, was totally normal.

She reached Wright and his companion and stood between them, sipping her drink. She was careful to keep her legs slightly apart and to angle herself slightly towards Reynolds so he was presented with a close view of her wispy pubes. Her body was dripping with water, but it was the wetness inside her vagina that was concentrating her mind, as she suddenly realised that her behaviour was beginning to excite her. Once again she was surprised by the recalcitrant behaviour of her body. This couldn't really be turning her on, could it? After all, she was simply acting a part. She wasn't really a flirty exhibitionist - was she?

One of the staff placed a lounger between Reynolds and Wright, and invited her to recline upon it. The two men made conversation across her, but she knew that both only had eyes for her. Their obvious interest in her was increasing her arousal by the second, and she felt her nipples stiffen, more from the contemplation of what was to come than from the gentle breeze that danced across them. She had a strange urge to pinch the twin buds, but she daren't. Instead she stretched herself languidly and closed her eyes, letting her bare flesh soak up the warmth of the sun.

She must have dozed off for a short time, for when she opened her eyes again the sun had moved a little and Wright was standing over her, silhouetted darkly against the bright blue sky.

'I have to go inside and make a call, Judith,' he said. 'Perhaps you'll look after Mr Reynolds. He'd very much like to see some of the grounds.'

Danni propped herself up onto one elbow, her breasts falling forward as she did so. She glanced across at Reynolds, who was clearly still captivated by the curvaceous young vision lying beside him. Although he did absolutely nothing for her, she beamed her warmest, sexiest smile at him. 'Of course I will,' she said with as much enthusiasm as she could muster, slipping her shoes, rising gracefully to her feet, and offering him her hand. 'Would you like to come with me, Mr Reynolds,' she offered, with genuine innocence.

Deliberately misunderstanding her invitation he sniggered and licked his lips as he lumbered to his feet. 'You bet I would!' he wheezed unhealthily.

'Aren't you going to put your wrap on, Judith?' asked Wright.

Danni sensed the suggestion implicit in the question. She had been going to wear the garment, inadequate though it was, but now she shook her head. 'I'd prefer to go just like this. Mr Reynolds doesn't mind,' she forced herself to give the guest another suggestive grin, 'do you, Mr Reynolds?'

The man shook his head, his eyes not leaving her breasts.

Danni took his hand and they set off across the terrace towards the lawns, with the other sun worshippers staring after them.

'Actually, I don't know my way around my cousin's garden either,' Danni rambled, not really knowing what she should say to the man. 'But we can explore together, can't we?'

Danni was nervous and not looking forward to entertaining Mr Reynolds. Her blatant flirting in front of the other guests was quite alien to her, and she was angry for getting into a stupid situation where she had no choice but to do as she was told for as long as it amused her new owner. For as long as he demanded she had to play a part. She was now Judith, and she had to become the playful little wanton that Judith was supposed to be.

They crossed the lawns and walked away from the house towards a wooded copse about a quarter of a mile away. As they walked Danni babbled nervously, commenting on a flower here or a tree there. She could see two gardeners ahead tending a flowerbed, and at the sight of the naked beauty approaching they stopped work and leaned on their tools, staring blatantly at her charms and muttering quietly to each other.

Reynolds said little as they strolled, and Danni knew he was more interested in her swaying breasts than her inane observations. A furtive glance down at the bulge distending his shorts clearly indicated the extent of the effect she was having upon him. Summoning every ounce of determination and pushing her increasing angst to the back of her mind, she disengaged her hand from his and slipped her arm as far around his corpulent waist as she could. And when he did the same to her and crushed her to him she placed her hand over his and moved it down from her hip to her bottom.

Suddenly Danni experienced a tiny and inexplicable spark of arousal. The feel of his body so close to hers, his clumsy hand squeezing her bare buttocks, and the fact that she had no choice but to please the stranger, was beginning to excite her more than she could have imagined possible. Somehow it didn't matter that he wasn't young or attractive. In fact, in a way, his age and appearance made the prospect of having to seduce him curiously tantalising. His advantage over her in years was not, she sensed, matched by an advantage over even her relative inexperience with the opposite sex. He was definitely feeling uncomfortable in the presence of a younger and available girl.

They passed beneath the shade of the trees, Danni still clamped to his side, his shirt brushing her nipple and making it stand out all the more. As the gently whispering trees enveloped them and the house disappeared from view she knew the time had come. She stopped and pulled him round to face her.

'Do you like me?' she asked, cocking her head to one side and pouting.

'I... yes, of course,' he mumbled lamely.

She reached out and closed her fingers over his crotch. 'You're awfully hard,' she whispered innocently. 'What's caused that, then?'

'It's you.' He chuckled uncomfortably. 'That's what you do to me.'

'I do?' she gasped with mock naivety. 'Would you like me to cover myself up? I could go back and get my robe, if it would help.'

'No. No... please, you don't have to do that,' he stammered, dabbing at the tiny beads of sweat that burst onto his generous forehead.

'But we'll have to do something about this,' she purred, squeezing him again, feeling increasingly sexy. 'Would you like me to make you a little more comfortable?'

'Bloody hell,' he panted.

Danni smiled with more confidence than she felt, then dropped quietly to her knees. Her hand was shaking as she reached for elasticated waistband. She pulled down, the material snagged for a second on his erection, she could feel his heat and smell his masculine arousal, and than she freed the shorts and his cock sprang up before her eyes.

'My, my,' she exclaimed, 'you are excited, Mr Reynolds.'

'Bloody hell,' he muttered again, disbelief in his voice.

Danni gazed at the column of flesh pulsing rhythmically before her flushed face. It was short and thick, the circumcised glans swollen and bulbous. She ran her fingers up and down its length a couple of times, making him gasp. Then she leaned forward and took him into her mouth.

He grunted as she tightened her lips about him, and for a moment she thought he might come too quickly. But he didn't, and she sucked noisily, enjoying the taste of his arousal, her head moving back and forth as she slipped her hand into his shorts and cupped his balls.

To her surprise, and disappointment, he suddenly entwined his fingers in her hair and pulled her back off his erection. She peeped up at him, fearful that she'd done something wrong. 'What's the matter,' she asked. 'Aren't I doing it right?'

'You're doing wonderfully,' he gasped. 'But I don't want to come in your mouth.'

Danni waited to hear what he did want, her hand lazily milking his length.

'I... I want to fuck you,' he stammered like a shy schoolboy. It was as though he had absolved himself of some pent-up guilt or emotion, for he suddenly became more commanding. He pulled Danni to her feet and guided her over to a tree that lent at an acute angle. He turned her and pushed her down over the wide trunk. The bark was rough against her bare flesh, but the discomfort sent a new tremor of excitement down her spine.

As his large bulk closed in on her she caught a movement over his shoulder. Someone was hiding and watching them. She realised it was the two gardeners, and was about to protest and warn her companion when she remembered she was Judith, and Judith wouldn't care, no matter how many dirty old perverts spied on her.

'I'm all yours,' she whispered to Reynolds, while staring at the two lechers.

He paused for a moment, staring at her, his eyes travelling over the soft swellings of her breasts, then dropping down to her sex, so moist and invitingly opened for him.

As his bulbous glans brushed against her swollen clitoris she let out a gasp of delight. The realisation of just how turned on she was made her swoon and clutch his shoulders to pull him closer.

He penetrated her easily. Danni moaned aloud as he pressed himself home, his erection stretching and filling her sex and sending shards of desire spearing through her.

He began bucking against her at once with eager thrusts that confirmed his own extreme arousal. Despite the discomfort of the rough tree, Danni responded, jabbing her hips against his, matching his every thrust as she abandoned herself totally to her lustful desires.

His hands clamped around her breasts, kneading and pawing them with artless enthusiasm. Danni revelled in the crude treatment she was receiving, treatment that was somehow enhanced by being sandwiched between his sweating and grunting mass and the unyielding trunk.

He came quickly, slobbering kisses all over her flushed face as he did, his cock twitching as he pumped his seed deep into her vagina. Despite his grossly inept techniques, Danni responded with her own shattering climax, unable to suppress the cries of delight as her tension was at last released. She pressed her hips forward, urging him ever deeper as his balls continued to fill her, his grunts turning to gasps at the sensation of her inner muscles milking his shaft. Through misty vision Danni could still see the gardeners, their eyes wide at what they were witnessing, and the thought of their gazes upon her gave new impetus to her enjoyment as she imagined how stiff their cocks must be.

Reynolds went on thrusting until he was utterly spent, then collapsed, crushing the breath from her lungs as he smothered her against the tree.

'Damn, you're one dirty little bitch, Judith,' he panted against her shoulder.

'I know,' she replied, as she gazed over his shoulder at where the gardeners had been.