by N. K. Fox
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.
Chapter Eight
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.