The Dark Side of Maggie Moon

by Krys Antarakis

  Thwick, thwick! Thwick, thwick! Four more lines, so close to that superb, blossoming sex. Almost. She must be longing for me to cane it; next time maybe. Carly had subsided into a trace-like state, gazing at Maggie in adoration while creamy white fluid seeped from her vagina. Maggie laid aside the cane and inserted her fingers once again. Beauty without and within. This time she presented her fingers to Carly’s lips. The girl took them eagerly, relishing the taste of her liberal excretions. At the same time Maggie laid two more strokes across the breasts, taking pleasure from the reflexive nipping of her fingers.

  She released Carly’s bonds. The girl sat up, eyes glowing. ‘Thank you Ma’am.’ she whispered in a voice pregnant with emotion.

  Carly took her breakfast standing, not to escape the aggravation of her stripes but to display them. Hazel had ruled that all punishments must be displayed. Does Hazel expect her slaves to feel shame or pride? I can empathise with Carly; I know what she’s feeling right now.

  Hazel had revealed a taste for rules, laying down a raft of them the moment Carly had joined their ménage. She declared it necessary to accommodate a situation that differed fundamentally from The House. The rule about talking was relaxed although slaves had to remain respectful of their custodian. Clothing was banned indoors, with detailed exceptions necessary to living in a suburban semi. And there were rotas. Today was Tegan’s turn in the kitchen and she was now busy clearing away after preparing breakfast. Maggie sat at table; this was her rostered day for acting as Carly’s mentor/custodian.

  ‘I thought,’ Hazel proposed, ‘that as we start moving into the new premises tomorrow, we ought to have a treat. When I was working at the Agency and all this was simply a dream I sometimes used to take myself off to a very quiet place where it’s possible to wander naked without interference. I think we’d enjoy a visit.’

  I would for one. ‘I agree.’

  ‘Is it far?’ Tegan asked.

  ‘And can we be nude all day?’ Carly’s excitement shone through.

  ‘My dress rules apply; it’s only a few miles. We’ll take some wine and nibbles, Tegan. And you can prepare dinner before we go.’

  Maggie said, ‘It would be appropriate for the slaves to experience discomfort on their journey.’ Hazel nodded agreement and looked to Maggie to expand on the idea. ‘I suggest that Tegan has weights hung from her rings and Carly wears crocodile clips on her nipples.’

  Carly blanched.

  Well you might, their teeth will be pure agony. Maggie struggled to conceal the flush of excitement spawned by the thought.

  ‘Most satisfactory!’ said Hazel.

  ‘Is our new place nice?’ Carly asked deferentially as they drove along.

  ‘It’s an old rectory on the edge of a small town and very handy for visiting The House, which you will all do regularly as is customary. There are five bedrooms. One we’re converting into an office and we shall use two, leaving two for guests. It was recently used as a hostel so all the fittings are up-to-date. There’s a large overgrown garden with a big industrial building on one side and Leylandii hedges on the others: total seclusion, so nude all the time. Perfect. There’s an old coach house with a loft; we’re going to use the loft to store stock and install a play room in the lower part.

  ‘And who owns it?’ Tegan enquired; she was accustomed to speaking freely with her custodian.

  ‘We have it on a three year lease. Caen has paid that on our behalf; we have to start paying back in instalments after our first year of trading, so Maggie and I are renting out our places to create some income.’

  ‘It sounds exciting enough to make me want to stay on,’ Tegan remarked.

  Hazel did not respond, instead she said, ‘We’re almost there.’

  They were driving along a quiet country road with fenced woodland on one side. At intervals there were openings with space to park. At the fourth one she pulled in and stopped. ‘The woods are private,’ she explained, ‘no-one ever comes, I expect it is just an investment. We’ll leave the car here and climb the gate.’

  ‘I’ll carry the bag,’ offered Maggie. This could prove to be something special.

  Beyond the gate Hazel walked under the trees and then stopped. ‘I always leave my clothes here.’ She indicated a large decrepit wooden chest that had once contained fire beaters. ‘You’ll have to shake them thoroughly when we return to dislodge the woodlice.’

  Carly shuddered.

  Hazel carefully put her car keys, her mobile phone and her credit card into a small purse fixed to a fabric belt. Fastening this round her waist she led her naked party into the seclusion of the trees. Maggie walked with Hazel while Tegan and Carly scampered ahead like a pair of excited children. ‘The wood extends to eighty acres: lots of space; we’ll not be disturbed,’ Hazel remarked.

  After a while they reached a clearing in which stood a vast old tree. The ground beneath was level and smooth, the harvest of many autumns. Hazel sat down on an abandoned log. Maggie squatted on the ground beside her. Carly, who was very supple, began to perform gymnastics: cartwheels, handsprings, back flips and rolls strung together in routines across the clearing. Tegan vainly tried to imitate them and Carly began to coach her.

  ‘This is idyllic,’ Hazel sighed as she watched the cavorting girls. ‘And aren’t they beautiful? I once thought this fiction; now I have three stunningly gorgeous slaves. I still think I shall wake up and find it a dream. I’m so lucky and it’s all thanks to you.’

  ‘How me?’ Maggie blurted.

  ‘I fell in love with you the moment I first met you. I was already well into this domination thing, just from reading novels and I began to fantasise about dominating you, knowing it was impossible. I was jealous when you took up with Greg. One lunch time you came back without your knickers – I’m sure you didn’t know I’d twigged – you interviewed Carly and she came out cow-eyed with adoration. I was even more jealous and miserable because you were probably leaving. I was glad that Carly would lose you too. When you asked me to go with you I was so happy. I hoped against hope that we might become closer. All this was secret and I was tying myself in knots over it especially when you went on leave. Then Isolde called and took me out to dinner to pump me for inside information so that Caen could match you with a suitable custodian. At some point I let slip how I’d been turned on by your leaving off your underwear. Isolde wormed my secrets out of me and I was invited to The House to see how I reacted to a real-life situation. The rest you know.’

  Maggie smiled. ‘The person you should be thanking is Meg; she started it by stealing my knickers.’ Hazel wanted to know more, so Maggie briefly outlined her strange encounters. ‘I think you might have met her, she looks a lot like me, but different hair.’

  ‘I don’t think I have; I’d not forget meeting your double. I’m feeling thirsty, let’s call them over in and have our picnic: and perhaps we should remove their burdens.’

  After lunch, Tegan and Carly wandered about exploring the clearing. Tegan found a place where the leaf mould was thick, and began to jump up and down in it. ‘It’s soft and deep here,’ she called out. ‘If we climbed the tree and crawled out along this thick branch we could drop down; it would be quite safe.’

  ‘We could all do it!’ cried Hazel seized by excitement. And so began a game that kept them all amused for a long time until they grew tired: all four dirty and exalted.

  ‘You know,’ mused Maggie, regarding the tree, ‘if we had ropes we could hoist these two up and thrash them soundly.’

  ‘If we had canes or whips,’ Hazel remarked.

  ‘You wouldn’t,’ pleaded Carly, ‘that would be cruel.’

  ‘And you’d love it, especially if it was Maggie who walloped you,’ teased Tegan.

  ‘If we were truly cruel, we’d whip you with stinging nettles,’ said Hazel darkly.

  ‘Why shouldn’t w
e? There are plenty of nettles here,’ observed Maggie.

  ‘You’d have to pick them first!’ Tegan taunted cheekily.

  ‘And that impertinence has earned you a double dose,’ Hazel retorted. ‘We’ll use the plastic wrappers off our lunch.’

  ‘And as it’s a menial task, you two will have to do it,’ Maggie added.

  The clearing was soon echoing to the squeals and yells of two girls held firmly across laps while large bunches of nettles were lashed upon their naked rumps. Both girls attempted to protect their genitalia, but Maggie and Hazel took care to see that the sting-laden leaves were slowly wiped over those tempting fleshy lips. ‘And you needn’t think you’re escaping so easily,’ crooned Maggie, deftly turning Carly over. ‘Titties next.’

  ‘No please, I suffered the clips remember.’

  ‘And you must remember that slaves have no choices!’ Maggie replied as she dragged the leafy bunch slowly across Carly’s bruised and prominent nipples.

  ‘We ought to clean up a bit,’ said Hazel at last. ‘A stream runs through the top corner, we’ll walk up and wash off some of this dirt.’

  As they walked, Maggie remarked, ‘Tegan’s strong and nimble – she would make a good boxer if she was trained.’

  Hazel’s eyes lit up. ‘Nude boxing?’

  Maggie nodded and recounted her experience at the farm.

  ‘Hey, Tegan!’ Hazel called out, ‘how do you fancy being a boxer?’

  ‘As if I had a choice – bring it on!’

  ‘It’s getting squelchy!’ Carly shouted from up ahead.

  Hazel groaned. ‘Oh bugger! I guess the stream has got blocked up. But wait, if not boxing, why not wrestling? In the mud!’ She broke into a run, her feet spraying sludge as she plunged into deeper mire. ‘Magic!’ she cried.

  Carly was hanging back at the edge pulling a face. ‘Yuck, think what might be in there: frogs and newts, slugs and worms. They might crawl up my cunt.’

  ‘Don’t be silly, everything will wash off, or out!’ Hazel retorted and caught hold of Carly to grapple her into the bog where they both fell with an almighty, muddy splash.

  ‘You’re a slave too!’ cried Tegan, catching hold of Maggie, who was also hesitating. A sharp tug and she toppled with Tegan on top of her. The girl grasped her in a tight bear hug and rolled them both into the deepest, muddiest part.

  ‘No holds barred,’ said Tegan wickedly, grasping Maggie’s crotch to upend her and lay three hearty smacks on the wet and squidgy flesh. Paradise! Maggie switched into submissive mode, surrendering as her highly tuned reflexes transported her into her personal heaven.

  Four extremely filthy and happy nudes strolled back through the wood. ‘I don’t think I’ve enjoyed a day so much in years!’ Hazel said.

  ‘How about you?’ Maggie enquired, turning to Carly who was probing for imagined intruders and lagging behind. ‘Oh sure, great fun,’ she remarked with irony.

  As they neared the gate Hazel breathed. ‘That’s fucked it!’ and signalled a halt. What has she seen? Just inside the gate two young men were relieving themselves beside the decaying chest. The girls watched from the shelter of the trees as one man turned round, shaking drops from his penis before stowing it away. Carly said, ‘Oooh’ with feeling. The second man began investigating the wooden box while fumbling with his flies. He lifted the rotting lid, picked out a t-shirt and called his mate.

  Hazel stepped forward officiously. ‘Thank you – we shall need those.’

  The pair turned sharply at the sound, their faces a picture of embarrassment as they saw four naked women. With commendable confidence Hazel strode forward. ‘Those are our clothes; we’re naturists enjoying a moment of freedom.’

  ‘You look like four dirty bitches to me,’ said the one who had impressed Carly. ‘You lesbians then?’

  ‘Bog snorklers: naturist bog snorkelers,’ Maggie retorted. ‘Now let us have our things; we need to get home for showers.’

  ‘Can you pay the price?’ asked the second man, backing up to bar access to the chest.

  ‘Can you afford ours?’ countered Hazel; she had glimpsed a van parked beyond the gate. ‘We outnumber you two to one.’

  ‘That’s fighting talk.’

  Hazel grinned. ‘Because we are fighters. How about a challenge? You can fuck us all as many times as you like, but you have to make us all come without coming yourselves. That’s our price. If you come you must let us have use of your van. Done deal?’

  The pair smirked conceitedly. ‘Done deal!’ they said together.

  A moment of female telepathy passed between Maggie and Hazel. Should be easy enough to rig the result. ‘You and me first,’ declared Hazel; ‘Come on then, whoever you are!’

  ‘He’s Barrie, I’m Clyde.’

  Hazel grinned, ‘Right, Clyde, you’re with me, front or back?’

  Hazel lay down and Maggie braced herself against a tree, blatantly presenting her sex to Barrie. His entry was pure bliss, his firm cock sliding deep into her sheath. She relaxed, riding his thrusts with ease. He worked steadily, taking pleasure, but holding himself in check, ensuring that he lasted the course. Once or twice Maggie squeezed him a little and was gratified by his groan. In the background she could hear Hazel gasping as Clyde’s thrusts checked her breathing. The sound helped Maggie to relax, cruising in the supreme pleasure of being fucked.

  ‘Don’t neglect us!’ cried Tegan. Barrie’s even rhythm faltered.

  ‘You should know better than interrupt an expert at work,’ Clyde retorted, ‘he’ll come to you when he’s given this one the surprise of her life.’

  ‘I’ll have you then, if you think you’re up to it,’ Tegan replied cheekily.

  ‘Leave that one to me,’ Barrie gasped. Changing pace he rammed into Maggie with real vigour, banging her against the rough bark and lifting her onto her toes with the force of his thrusts. His rough pubic hair backed by the solidity of his pubic bone scoured her clitoris, elevating her to a higher stratum of response – God, this is good: thoroughly enjoyable but well within her control. He gave three huge convulsing thrusts and withdrew. ‘Wait here while I give the little tart a real seeing to, then I’ll be back to deal with you.’

  Or me with you!

  ‘Give her a good spanking for her impudence!’ suggested Clyde.

  Barrie thrust Tegan down onto her knees. ‘Looks as though somebody’s done it already. This one’s been caned and done hard.’

  Clyde stopped in astonishment, his cock deep inside Hazel. ‘Come here girl!’ he commanded. Carly trotted over. ‘Wipe that shit off your arse and show me,’ he ordered. Carly obeyed, pertly presenting her buttocks for examination.

  How sweet, I’m really proud of the way you’re developing, Carly.

  ‘The frisky one as well,’ Clyde confirmed. Turning his attention back to Hazel he jammed his cock in to the hilt. ‘I think,’ he stated emphatically, punctuating his words with more mighty thrusts, ‘it’s…time…to…re…ne…got…iate…the…con…tract.’

  Withdrawing and moving apart from Hazel, he shouted to Barrie, ‘Line these three up, one to a tree.’ And turning to Maggie, ordered, ‘You, come with me!’

  Maggie followed obediently, responding to ingrained training, climbing the gate without a thought for being exposed to view. The van bore the legend, “B & C Window Contractors – cleaning without ladders.” Now she understood Hazel’s ploy. So that kind of shower. Clyde opened the door, pulled out a coil of spare plastic hose and deftly cut off two short lengths. ‘Carry these!’ he said thrusting them into Maggie’s hands. To these he added a number of elastic bungee straps of the sort used to secure loads or ladders. She followed him back over the gate and took her place facing a tree when he directed. Using a bungee, he hooked it round one wrist, stretched it behind the tree and looped the other end round her other wrist.
A thrill rippled through Maggie’s body; the device was simple, but effective, securing her tightly to the tree, squashing her newly be-ringed nipples against the rough bark. The prospect was clear and welcome: they were all due to be smacked by the stiff, unyielding plastic piping. Clyde stroked Maggie’s bottom. ‘I see you’re no stranger to it either.’

  ‘But Hazel’s not,’ she said meekly. ‘Hazel’s our warder; she whips us.’

  Clyde laughed. ‘Well, she’s due a surprise then.’

  Barrie had secured the others, heedless of Hazel’s vehement protests, and the two men stood regarding each other. ‘Well take two each – until they beg for mercy.’

  ‘Or until you get tired,’ Hazel countered, ‘these girls are professionals.’

  ‘But you’re not!’ said Clyde revealing a sinister insight.

  Maggie’s position gave her clear sight of Carly. Tegan was behind, and to see Hazel, Maggie had to twist her body. Hazel was tugging ineffectively at her bindings and her stream of invective echoed through the trees. Barrie was already taking stance and when the first blow of his stiff plastic piping fell, the swear words were punctuated by yells of pain.