Fallen Angel

by Darkscribe

  Whilst they were chatting in his private area, he informed her of his plans.

  “I have a long weekend free at the end of June My love, and I wish to spend it with you. If you wish to make your own way, I can get detailed directions sent, or I can send a car for you.

  The choice is yours. Let me know as soon as you can that you will make yourself available, and your wishes regarding the journey.”

  She replied:

  “My Lord, that weekend will be fine. I admit I am nervous about the drive so a car sent for me would mean me arriving in a better frame of mind (smiles shyly).”

  “Consider it done My lady… and thank you.”

  She was surprised again at the thanks, and she smiled to herself.

  “I must be getting to him a little more than I though!”

  His next comment made her re-think a little.

  “You will not need any clothes with you, they will be provided. Just bring the necessary make-up and toiletries to help you look your usual stunning self (smile). We will not be going anywhere over the weekend. Now, I must leave you, My lady, as certain arrangements must be made and they will take time. Feel free to wander the rooms of Der Unterworld and converse with your friends; however I must insist you exercise caution when divulging details about Me. If they are to be known, then I will be the One who releases them. Take care and be well My love.”

  After he had gone, Nicole sat and pondered his comment. Once again, he had shown that he had an insight into what was going on, so he must have an inside source. She looked down her list of friends within the rooms and mentally ticked them off.

  “Faerygirl… nope, she’s ok, bound4u…nope, owneDinLaw… nope, hang on… owneDinLaw!! Look at her name, you idiot! The D and the L!! Bloody hell, how could I not notice THAT! The crafty bastard! I remember when I first met her, she was called “ownedlawyer”, which means that at some point she became his. HIS? When did THAT happen? He’s not said anything about owning another subbie! Fucking bastard!!!”

  Nicole quickly scanned through the various rooms within the web site searching out the name. She found “owneDinLaw” chatting in the slave room. After going through the usual greetings and hello, she casually asked her if she could have a private chat.

  “Of course mystery, your room or mine?”

  As soon as they were alone in Nicole’s private chat area she pounced.

  “Ok, Just who the hell are you?”

  A pause, then a reply.

  “I don’t know what you mean mystery, what is it you want to know (looks worried)?”

  “You may well look worried bitch, when did you become the property of DL, and why the fuck didn’t you tell me!!!”

  There was a longer pause.

  “I have been His for nearly a year, and you know about me lady Angel, we have met (lowers eyes)”

  “A fucking year!!! And what do you mean we have met?”

  “(looks scared) We met firstly at your house, and then at the hotel my lady.”

  The light suddenly came on for Nicole.

  “Rachel?”

  “Yes lady Angel.”

  “So it WAS you at the house, I couldn’t be sure! And how did you come to be His a year ago? And why are you online in the rooms?”

  “(Kneels before her mistress) I have my orders from the Dark One my lady. I am to keep watch on any that He has an interest in. I was a student when I stumbled upon the site a year ago; He took me under His wing and made me His slave, so I have done His bidding since that time.”

  Nicole sat and thought for a second, and then asked the question that was foremost in her mind.

  “Who else do you watch for Him?”

  The reply came quickly.

  “There is no-one else my lady! Since He met you there have been no others. He released those in bond to Him after your first meeting, after which He told me to watch over you and report to Him daily!”

  Nicole asked carefully:

  “So where is He now?”

  “He is in the lounge my lady; shall I go and get him?”

  “You are at His house?”

  “Yes my lady, He keeps me here to do His bidding. I am His slave (looks down) but He doesn’t pay me that much attention any more, in fact I think He forgets I am here most of the time.”

  Nicole mulled this over. He has given her his full attention, and yet keeps this girl at his home as a slave? She wasn’t sure how she felt about this, something didn’t feel quite right but she would keep her thoughts to herself; DL was sure to hear of this conversation.

  She typed:

  “Thank you for being honest with me Rachel, I look forward to seeing you soon.”

  “And I you my lady, the Dark One is a happier person when you are around (smiles).”

  ~~*~~

  CHAPTER 7

  ***

  Rachel

  Rachel turned off the computer and thought a while. She was concerned that Angel had discovered her covert activities, and she wondered what He would have to say about that. She left the small study that was the computer room, and drifted through the large house, mulling over how she would announce the conversation with Angel. Moving down the stairs, she could hear classical music coming from His den, a sure sign He was in a contemplative mood as He used the music to help Him think. She coughed quietly at the door.

  “My Lord?”

  He looked up from his chair, where he had been sat with his eyes closed and hands folded across his chest.

  “Yes Rachel, what can I do for you?”

  She walked slowly across the room and knelt in front of him, assuming the correct position of knees together, hands placed palm down on her thighs, head lowered and eyes downcast.

  “There has been a development My Lord, something I think you should be aware of.”

  She glanced up quickly, noting his raised eyebrow indicated she should continue.

  “I was doing as instructed My Lord, watching for lady Angel online; when I’m afraid she approached me and guessed who I was.”

  “Did she now?”

  His voice was a quiet rumble, telling her to tread carefully.

  “Yes My Lord, I think she twigged that my online name indicated ownership by you, and kinda asked me the question out of the blue catching me by surprise!”

  DL gave a long sigh, and reached forward to cup Rachel’s chin in his hand. He lifted her head so that he could look into her eyes. He studied her for a few seconds, and then smiled as he saw no deception there.

  “Do not worry about it my little one, Angel is a smart cookie and would have found you out sooner or later. Maybe it’s time I showed a little trust and stopped keeping an eye on her; what do you think?”

  Rachel swallowed. In the time she had been with him he had NEVER asked her opinion about anything!

  “I think,” she started carefully, “that You will do what is best My Lord. I am sure that lady Angel knows her place and would not do anything that would anger You.”

  DL chuckled.

  “As always Rachel, you word things very carefully. You have a wise head on such pretty shoulders; it makes me realise just why I keep you here!”

  He patted his lap, and Rachel moved and snuggled herself into him. She turned her face and kissed him softly on the lips.

  “I am so happy that You keep me My Lord, I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be.”

  She felt a stirring against her right thigh, and became aware he was growing hard under her. She shifted so that she was astride him, and leant forward to stroke his face.

  “Relax My Lord, close your eyes and let me take care of you.”

  She reached beneath her and unzipped his pants, easing his swollen cock out. Lifting her skirt to around her waist she positioned herself over him, the tip of his cock hard against her panty-covered pussy. Rachel rocked forward slowly, rubbing him against herself, feeling him twitch and swell even harder. Biting her lower lip, she pulled her panties aside and used his cock to open her pussy lips, then
slowly lowered herself on to him.

  DL remained motionless as she sank down as far as she dared, his large cock filling her. Rachel moved gently up and down, using her inner muscles to milk him at the same time moving her hands over his cheeks.

  “My Lord and protector, let me please you as you deserve. Be still for me and let my body give you the pleasure you crave.”

  She rode him quietly, feeling the heat inside build quickly. Rocking forward she moved her face close to his planting light kisses on his cheeks and forehead.

  “Tell me when you are ready My Lord, so that I may finish with you.”

  His hands moved up under her tee shirt, cupping her small breasts, his thumbs moving over her nipples, causing them to engorge and tingle. Rachel started to move slightly quicker, aware she was close to orgasm, but knowing she had to wait for him.

  She dared kiss him harder on the lips, and he responded by moving one hand around to hold the back of her neck and the other taking a hold on her hip. He moved so that he went deeper, and she gasped as he held her in place so that he could finish inside her. She felt him swell then explode, a small grunt escaping from his lips. She dropped herself onto him and shuddered in her own orgasm, kissing his neck and face as the warmth spread through her.

  She stayed in that position until she noticed his breathing had deepened and she realised he had slipped into sleep. Rising off him, she tidied his clothes and walked quietly out the room and headed for the kitchen.

  After making a coffee, she sat at the farmhouse table, her mind going back to how she had come to be here.

  *

  Rachel had left home at 15, her Mother too engrossed in her latest boyfriend to notice, her Father dead when she was 3. She had finished high school living on the second floor of an old warehouse, her grades good enough to allow her a choice of college. The local burger bar had paid enough for her fee’s, so through hard work, almost 16 hours a day, she had managed to complete her Law degree. The boys at the college had been around her like flies, her petite figure and good looks ensuring a string of suitors, but she was too engrossed in surviving to indulge their clumsy attempts at seduction. It wasn’t until her final year that she had her first sexual encounter, and it came in a way that surprised her completely.

  She was sat in the bleachers, half reading a case history, half watching the athletics team go through its paces, when she became aware someone was sat next to her. She looked up into the face of a girl who with a huge white smile announced she was Amanda!

  Amanda was the poster girl for good living. Tall, toned, tanned and attractive, she seemed like a goddess to Rachel, and she was insistent that they would become friends, and that Rachel was going to join her for a drink that night! Bemused and confused, Rachel had capitulated, her only worry coming when they arrived at the place Amanda had selected for their drink.

  “Mandy, this place is lovely but I can’t afford the prices in a place like this! Can we not just go to one of the local bars and hang out there?”

  Amanda just smiled her big white smile.

  “Nonsense Rachel, my Daddy is rich so he’ll pay for our evening!”

  And so it proved, Amanda flashing a card at the waitress and drinks appeared as if by magic all night. After three hours, both girls were at that point of giddiness where conversation ended, and giggling took over. They fell out of the bar into the street, clinging to each other as though their lives depended on it. Singing the latest boy-band dirge, they weaved their way back to the campus, Amanda insisting that they “retire to my rooms for coffee and chocolate!”

  Rachel was surprised at the chocolate, but welcomed the thought of coffee, as alcohol did bad things to her the next morning. Amanda’s “rooms” were unlike anything Rachel had encountered on campus before, looking as though some design guru had transplanted Harpers & Queen’s latest catalogue into a tiny bed-sit. The room was dominated by a huge ornate four poster bed, all swirls of satin and large fluffy cushions. Upon entering the room Amanda threw herself full length onto the bed, kicking off her shoes and stretching noisily.

  “Make yourself at home Rachel, coffee is over in the corner, chocolate in the fridge!”

  Rachel busied herself making coffee, grabbed a large bar of dark chocolate from the refrigerator, and turned to carry them over to the bed. Amanda was sprawled naked across the covers, her clothes an untidy pile at the end, and her large white smile extremely feral as she looked at Rachel. She purred like a large golden cat.

  “Come here Rachel. Leave the coffee but bring the chocolate, I have something to show you!”

  The rest of the night passed in a blur for Rachel, a mixture of long limbs, probing tongues and endless orgasms. She had never experienced Sapphic love before, but after one night with Amanda she was hooked! And so it remained for six months until that fateful autumn when she stumbled upon Amanda being taken by two large football players, one at each end of her, their grunts and groans giving cover to her arrival in the room.

  Confused, she had retreated back into herself, not leaving her apartment, her only solace a chat room on the Web, where she mainly sat and watched other people’s conversation. It was on here one night that someone had talked about Der Unterworld, a web-site they found when browsing.

  Intrigued and plain bored she had ventured a look, eventually compiling a profile and entering into the strange antics of the subbies. Many Dom’s had approached her, lots more after she posted a picture, until one who found a way through her defences.

  DL.

  He was different, more patient and he listened. He had drawn out of her the story of her life, enthused at her determination, and offered solace at her lost love. He had given encouragement to finish her studies, and even sent a gift on her graduation. Not once did he mention he wanted to meet her (unlike the others who had barely waited for introductions to be made) until she reached a point where SHE wanted to meet him! Rachel had raised the subject carefully, DL giving a non-committal answer, merely saying that it would happen in its own time, and she should be aware of the changes it would mean to their relationship. It wasn’t mentioned again for several months, Rachel using that time to find out from more experienced subbies the way she should act to become his perfect slave. It was she who brought the matter up again one evening, and this time DL responded.

  “My love, are you sure it is what you want? You are aware that there would be consequences of our meeting and that it would be a change in the dynamic of our relationship?”

  “Yes My Lord, I know what it will mean but I want to meet You very badly. You have been so kind to me, and I want to serve You and make You happy!”

  His answer had been a few minutes in coming.

  “So be it little one. I will make the necessary arrangements.”

  And so it had happened. She had left her first job as a legal secretary and moved into his home. He was the first man to make love to her, sometimes gently, other times using her for his own pleasure, and she needed him. She knew about his other women, and yet was content that she was always there with him whereas they came and went, but this time it was different.

  She had noticed how he changed when Nicole was about, how he made an extra effort, and it left her worried about her future. Would Nicole tolerate her being around? She thought that Nicole liked her, but that was something different; would she allow her to still serve DL if she became his permanent partner?

  Rachel had a lot to think about as she sipped her coffee.

  ~~*~~

  CHAPTER 8

  ***

  Home sweet home

  The large black Jaguar saloon stopped outside Nicole’s house. Locking her door, she turned to see who was driving, but the privacy glass just reflected images of her house. She opened the rear door of the car and slid into the cool leather-bound interior. As soon as she was seated, the smiling face of Christopher appeared over the drivers’ seat.

  “Morning lady Angel!” he beamed.

  Nicole laughed.

&nb
sp; “Morning Christopher, I see DL has let you out to play in one of his toys!”

  Christopher was as bouncy as a puppy.

  “Isn’t it great? I can’t believe he let me drive this, but he said it was important that someone he trusted pick you up… so here I am! Its got loads of great gadgets and stuff… look… (he handed her a stack of cd’s) pick your favourite and we’ll get going!”

  Nicole chose an Abba Gold CD (Christopher groaned), but she pointed out she was in charge so he would have to live with it. The big car gunned away down the road to the sound of “Money Money Money”.

  The drive to the Midlands passed quickly, Nicole annoying Christopher (deliberately) with her choice of music, he enthusing about the performance, power, etc, of the car. She was expecting high rise apartments and a grim industrial landscape, and was pleasantly surprised when the motorway only gave glimpses of countryside. She felt butterflies immediately when Christopher announced they were leaving the motorway and would be there in about 10 minutes. More countryside followed, then a small village. Christopher turned to the right sharply, and stopped before a set of gates. Nicole looked at the house beyond.

  It was a large Georgian pile, one of those “Gentleman’s residences” much loved by Estate Agents. It was in need of some serious TLC but was not shabby, just under-loved. The garden approaching it was neat and functional, but lacked any real colour. There was a large garage block to one side, and as the multiple doors were open, she could see the sleek, pointy noses of some exotic sports cars gleaming in the shadows.