by N. K. Fox
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 def
initely 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.’
Chapter Seven
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.