Fallen Angel

by Darkscribe

  At 46, he had reached a point in his life where he could honestly say he was content. His business was successful, giving him a freedom to indulge his pastimes of golf and sports cars, his health was good (he exercised regularly and was pleased with his shape), and now his sex life was improving. Twice divorced, his only nod at those past relationships was the odd weekend he spent with his children from the marriages; otherwise he considered himself determinedly single and a free agent.

  Rising from the couch he wandered through his large home. He had decided to decorate each room in a “theme”, one distinctly Oriental, another Colonial and so forth throughout. As he passed through the hall between the “Medieval” dining room and the kitchen, he paused in front of a door.

  This door was so out of place with the rest of the décor that it always drew comment; however he would just smile and pretend nothing was out of the ordinary.

  It was purple. A deep, lustrous purple with a colour only attained through many coats of paint lovingly applied. His hand stroked the silky finish tenderly, and finding the hidden catch, it applied just enough pressure for a small “click” to announce the door was open. Passing through, he descended the short flight of stairs, finding the light switch by habit, the recessed lighting giving the purple corridor a surreal glow. Three steps along it opened into a room. The walls, ceiling and floor were all purple, covered in different fabrics of the same hue that confused the eye. Rising from the centre of the floor was what looked like some kind of chair, but not one you would find in any retail outlet known to the general public. If a person (or victim?) were to sit on this “chair”, they would quickly find that the strange straps would hold them immobile, and the hinges and joints would enable someone to position them in any way that their fevered imagination could invent. Douglas Vaughan walked around his pride and joy. “Soon,” he said quietly, “soon you will show why you were made for me my lovely, then I will finally reach the level of pleasure I need…”

  Social niceties

  When the invite had come through her door, she had sat bewildered for ages wondering about its implications. He had never invited her to meet people he knew, they had not socialised with her friends, and in fact she had felt hurt that their relationship was conducted by him at arms length. And now this.

  “You are cordially invited to the 2006 Remembrance Ball in honour of Antonio DaSilva and the Foundation set up in his memory.”

  The invite went on to say the usual… black tie… evening dresses, etc and the date. June 24th at 19:30hrs, for seating at 20:00hrs. There was a short note included, the first time she had seen his handwriting.

  “My little Angel, it has been arranged for you to visit Renaldo’s for a fitting of possible gowns for this ball. Just go along, tell them who you are, and they will look after you. I am sure you will choose something stunning.”

  He had signed it in his given name, and surprisingly had added a small kiss!

  *

  She was re-reading the note as she walked along the High Street towards the shop. It was one she had browsed in before, but felt intimidated by prices and the attitude of the staff… much too snooty for her tastes.

  The two assistants turned as she entered, and when she gave her name they instantly changed into efficient and attentive helpers, the whirl of the different outfits culminating in her choosing a long flowing black dress. She stood looking at herself in the mirror.

  “It looks stunning madam!” the younger girl smiled, “I’m sure your husband will love it.”

  Nicole laughed.

  “Husband? No, he’s not my husband, far from it.”

  In minutes she was leaving the shop, and at no time had anyone mentioned money.

  *

  On the Tuesday before the ball, he contacted her.

  “You will drive down to the Midlands My love, I have e-mailed you directions, and I will meet you there.”

  “Where are we staying?” she asked tentatively.

  He chuckled “Where else but the Hilton My love? The room is booked in my name, so upon arrival get yourself comfortable and I’ll join you at around 03:00 pm. You are booked for your hair at 4, so make sure you are there in plenty of time!”

  She put the phone down in a daze. A dress… the Hilton… and now a hair appointment. He had thought of everything. While she considered what else she needed to take with her she couldn’t help but wonder just what else he had planned.

  “If I know him,” she mused, “then I’d better be prepared for anything!”

  *

  She arrived at the hotel just after 01:30. Walking into the large reception, she was approached by a young couple. They were about 19, maybe 20, and both seemed extremely nervous. They stopped in front of her, but neither looked her in the eye. She was about to ask what they wanted when the boy spoke:

  “My lady, we have been sent by the Dark One to attend to you. My name is Christopher, and this is Rachel.”

  She looked at them with her mouth open.

  “You are here to do WHAT?”

  “Please my lady,” the girl stammered, “don’t be alarmed, the room has been prepared for you and we will take care of your luggage. Please follow us and we will make you comfortable.”

  She looked closely at the girl (she seemed oddly familiar) as they picked up her cases and waited.

  “Lead on!” she said with a wary smile.

  She studied them closely in the lift. The boy was about 5’8”, and well-toned. The girl was about 5’2” and petite. They were both very attractive. They refused to look her in the eye when she spoke to them; instead, both did a funny little shuffle as though scared about actually talking to her. They led the way along the corridor, opened a door, and stood back to let her enter.

  She mentally whistled on entering the room, it was much larger than her lounge at home and she made a note to use the colour scheme when it was time to redecorate! She turned and watched as the young couple brought in her cases, and unpacked for her, each item disappearing into various drawers and wardrobes, until finally they stowed the empty bags away in a chest.

  The girl stepped forward.

  “My lady, I have prepared a bath for you so you may refresh yourself. If you would kindly retire in the bathroom I will attend you when you are ready.”

  While she had been saying this, the girl had moved to the far side of the suite and opened a door, and now she stood there with her head bowed waiting.

  “Thank you Rachel” said Nicole, and feeling totally bemused, she walked into the bathroom and pulled the door closed behind her. She stood there for nearly five minutes, her mind in a whirl. How the hell did He set all this up? Who ARE these people? Her confusion was broken by a small tap on the door.

  “Lady Angel? Are you ready?”

  “Two minutes!” she called, and quickly started to undress.

  The girl must have been listening at the door, for no sooner than she had lowered herself into the hot bath, the door opened quietly and the girl entered. She came to the side of the bath and knelt on the floor.

  “I have some different creams here my lady; the Dark One has told me they are your favourites. Which one would you like to use?”

  Nicole selected one she adored, and the girl poured a generous amount over a soft bath mitt. Very gently, she began to soap the woman, starting at her shoulders, working down her arms to her hands, then back up and across her chest. As the mitt brushed over her nipples Nicole felt them harden, and a small moan escaped from her lips before she could stifle it.

  The girl hesitated, then carried on down over her belly. Nicole opened one eye and could see that two bright red blotches had appeared on the girls cheeks.

  The mitt carried on down over her belly and along her thighs, gently covering her with soft suds. She watched as the girl bit her lower lip when the mitt passed over her mound, and when she shifted her hips and opened her thighs she saw the girl swallow heavily. As the girl moved the mitt down over her pussy the Nicole twitched, another
moan escaping. The girl stopped.

  “Are…are you ok my lady?”

  The girl sounded worried

  “I am fine Rachel,” she said lazily, “are you?”

  “Errrrmm…yes my lady, but I have never done this before, so I am worried that I might not do it correctly.”

  “You are doing just fine Rachel,” and with that Nicole reached out, held onto the girls wrist, and moved her mitt-covered hand back down over her pussy. When her hips twitched again the girl gasped and pulled back.

  “My lady!”

  Nicole looked at her.

  “If you are uncomfortable with doing this then maybe you had better fetch Christopher!”

  The girl mumbled something, stood, and left the bathroom. The boy came in quickly.

  “My lady, Rachel says you need my help?”

  Nicole smiled lazily.

  “Yes my boy, I need you to finish off bathing me.”

  “But my lady, the Dark One will not be happy if I touch you!! He will do…”

  “Don’t you worry about DL, boy, I’ll handle him.”

  She was amazed at her own audacity.

  “Put that mitt on and I’ll show you what to do!”

  Christopher looked up at her, the first time he had made eye contact.

  “As you wish my lady, but if the Dark One finds out…”

  The boy removed his shirt and knelt by the bath. Nicole looked at his physique admiringly. He would be something when he finished growing, she mused. He squeezed his hand into the mitt and waited.

  “Put some of that cream on it,” she said, pointing, “and then carry on soaping me… I’ll show you what to do.”

  Christopher did as he was told, and then gingerly started to rub the mitt across her shoulders.

  “I won’t break, boy!” she said with a sigh, “you can press harder than that!”

  He increased the pressure, and started moving the mitt over her chest. He made a point of avoiding her breasts, so she took his hand and soaped herself slowly, spending longer than was necessary on her nipples.

  “You have to clean ALL of me Christopher,” she said with a catch in her throat, “don’t be shy!”

  Christopher gulped.

  “I am not sure about this lady, if He finds out, I’ll be punished… we BOTH will be punished!”

  The boy sounded positively petrified, and when his eyes rose to hers, she could see fear in them.

  “Shush!” she said quietly, and moved his hand down to between her thighs, “I won’t tell him…”

  She started to rock her pelvis against the boy’s hand, her eyes closed, and moaned softly to herself. She could hear the boys breathing quicken, and when her grip on his wrist slipped, he did not stop the movement, working the mitt up and down her pussy. She groaned loudly, and opened her thighs wider. The boy made a little sound in his throat, and pressed harder.

  “Use your other hand Christopher,” she said huskily, “pull on my nipples.”

  The boy quickly did as instructed, his fingers teasing, first one, then the other, her nipples turning to stone as she moaned even louder at the attention she was getting. She felt her orgasm building quickly, and she reached out and held onto the boys shoulder as she arched and came heavily. She collapsed back into the water with a long sigh.

  “Thank you Christopher, I can take it from here.”

  She opened her eyes, and saw the girl standing in the doorway with her hands over her mouth and wide shocked eyes.

  “Oh my god!” the girl whined, “what have you done? He will beat us half to death for that!!”

  The boy stood, and Nicole could clearly see the shape of his erection in his trousers. Without thinking, she reached out and stroked it, whereupon the boy yelped and jumped back.

  “My lady! Please don’t do that!”

  She looked at him, and the devil came into her mind before she could stop herself.

  “Show me your cock Christopher!”

  “NO!” the girl shouted, and then went bright pink and lowered her head again.

  The boy looked at her pleadingly.

  “My lady, it really isn’t something you should be doi…”

  “You are here to serve me, so do as you are told! If I tell the Dark One you displeased me, it will be worse for you!”

  Nicole gave him a stern look, all the time her head saying “what are you DOING?”

  Christopher unzipped his trousers, and eased his cock out. It was not long, but stood rigidly to attention, and she purred as she reached out and stroked it with her fingers. The boy took a deep breath and closed his eyes; the girl peeked up and whimpered.

  “Now Rachel, he deserves a treat for pleasing me, come here”

  The girl shuffled forward slowly.

  “On your knees girl, and finish him off!”

  The girl’s eyes whipped up and looked at her

  “My lady?… what… what do you mean?”

  Nicole smiled at her.

  “Take him in your mouth little girl, and make him come. He served me well today and should be rewarded… so… do as you are told!”

  Rachel whimpered again, and turned her head towards the boy’s rigid cock. He didn’t need any instruction, he moved forward and pressed it against her lips, which she parted slightly and let him inside her mouth. His hands moved to her head and he began to move his hips, the girl whining as he slid in and out of her small mouth. The boy grunted, thrust his hips twice, and came as the girl squealed and pulled back, his cum hitting her on the cheek and forehead. Christopher used his hand to jerk himself empty, while the girl knelt with closed eyes, as he painted her face with his seed. He sighed, and eased his now shrinking penis into his trousers. Rachel reached down and using the towel on the floor wiped her face so she could open her eyes. They both turned and looked at Nicole.

  “You may both go now, leave me in peace. I’ll show you what I want to wear this afternoon when I have finished… now… scoot!!”

  The couple left the bathroom in a flurry, and she settled back into the bath, feeling totally outrageous.

  As she lay there a small bell was sounding in her subconscious…a bell that foretold of bad things. What if he found out? Would they tell him? She doubted it very much, as they would be in more trouble than she, but she would make a point of instructing them to keep quiet under threat of their Master. That should work.

  She hoped.

  She quickly finished her bath and dried herself off, then went back into the main room. The boy and girl were stood by the window, heads lowered, whispering to each other urgently. Nicole coughed and smiled when they both jumped and turned towards her.

  “Now listen here you two,” she used her sternest voice, “you will say NOTHING about this to anyone… and I mean ANYONE! Understood?”

  “Yes lady Angel,” they both chimed.

  She sighed, relieved. “Ok, let’s get ready… he will be here in 30 minutes, and I need to prepare…”

  The porter bustling into the room heralded his arrival. He strode into the room and greeted them cheerily, as he passed the boy he ruffled his hair, and when he passed the girl he let his hand trail gently across her small breasts. Reaching Nicole, he took her in his arms and gave her a squeeze. “Hello My Angel,” he smiled and kissed her affectionately, “I’m so glad you could make it. Have they been looking after you?”

  She returned the kiss.

  “Yes My Lord, they have taken great care of me as they are well trained.”

  He caught the questioning look in her eyes and laughed

  “Yes they are, aren’t they?”

  He turned to the young couple.

  “I am glad to hear you have carried out my wishes little ones, keep it up and we will all have a great weekend!”

  The boy and girl didn’t look up but answered in a monotone:

  “Yes My Lord”.

  He turned to look at Nicole, and she thought she saw a shadow pass over his eyes, but he smiled at her and puffed his cheeks.

&n
bsp; “We have time for a drink my love then we must get you to the hairdressers! Rachel, fetch me my usual drink and get Angel a…”

  He looked questioningly at her

  “… a dry white wine… large… with ice in?”

  “Perfect,” she smiled.

  “And while you are at it, you may each have a drink too, nothing alcoholic, and be quick about it!”

  The girl nodded and scuttled out of the room. Christopher busied himself with unpacking the large case and suit bags, carefully making sure everything was hung correctly. DL dropped into the nearest chair and patted his knee. Nicole lowered herself onto it and looked down at him. He stroked her thigh and spoke.

  “While you are in the hands of the hair stylists, I think I shall have a doze, it’s been a busy morning and I need to wind down before this evening. How are you feeling?”

  She smiled at him

  “I am feeling fine my Lord; I have had a nice bath, and am looking forward to getting this sorted out!” She ran a hand through her hair, fluffing it.

  “I happen to like it when it’s all wild and tousled,” he grinned, “reminds me of first thing in the morning!”

  She laughed, stood up, and walked towards the bed, looking back over her shoulder at him with an evil grin. He smiled back at her, looked at his watch, and motioned for the boy to come over. He indicated to the boy he wished to whisper something to him, and after a lengthy muffled conversation, the boy stood and turned to walk out the room with a quick “It shall be done My Lord!”

  Nicole watched him leave, and then looked at the man with a raised eyebrow.

  He stared back at her quietly, then stood and walked up to her. He stopped very close, his eyes running over her, appraising her.

  “I have been thinking about you little one,” he rumbled quietly, “and feel what that does to me…”

  He took her hand and pressed it against what she felt was the start of a large erection.

  “See my love, just thinking about you gets me hard. On your knees!”