by Darkscribe
“You can struggle and shout all you want my… lady… but it won’t help. I will never leave his side, so if working you over means I get to stay, then your cunt is mine tonight…”
Rachel reached for the neck of Nicole’s gown and tore it sharply downwards, exposing her breasts. She continued ripping it until it was simply two pieces of material hanging from Nicole’s shoulders. Nicole continued to try to talk to her, plead with her, but the gag turned the words into saliva that ran down her chin.
The door opened and Christopher walked in, his eyebrows up at the scene in front of him.
“What the fuck is going on Rachel?”
“You just sit down there and enjoy the view little boy,” she spat at him, “I’ll let you know when she is ready for you!”
Christopher lowered himself onto the cushions, his eyes darting between Nicole and Rachel, not understanding what he was watching. Rachel explained.
“Lady fucking Angel here wants me gone Chris. She wants the Dark One all to her little self, but He has given her to me to straighten out. If I can get her to beg for you to fuck her, then SHE’S the one who is fucking outta here, and you and I can continue as always! Help me here Chris, because I wouldn’t be surprised if you were next!”
He looked from one woman to the next. Nicole tried to get his attention with her eyes, but Rachel slapped her face hard.
“It’s no good trying those baby blue eyes on him bitch; he wants to be here as much as I do!”
Nicole’s eyes filled with tears as Rachel slowly dropped to her knees in front of Christopher. Reaching out she undid the front of his pants and eased his stiffening cock free. Rachel lowered her head and took him in her mouth, sucking on him hard, using her hand to pump him stiff. Christopher groaned and closed his eyes, obviously enjoying this remarkable turn in his fortunes. Rachel used her mouth expertly, smiling to herself as he became rock hard.
“You just stay like that till she asks for it Chris and I promise you a fuck to end all fucks!”
The girl turned her attention to Nicole.
“Now lady Angel, lets see what we can do for YOU…”
She crossed to Nicole still on her knees. Placing her hands on Nicole’s hips she pulled her forward at the same time as running her tongue over her exposed labia. She lapped and probed Nicole’s pussy, using her tongue to open her up. Nicole moaned and sobbed into the gag, aware that even now she was getting the familiar heat build up inside her.
“Look at this fucking slut!” snarled Rachel sitting back on her heels, “a few seconds of oral and she’s dripping! It won’t take long Chris, then she’s all yours!”
Rachel resumed using her tongue, adding two fingers on her right hand with which she finger-fucked Nicole slowly. Her left hand slid up Nicole’s belly and found her right breast, gently pulling on the stiffening nipple making Nicole tremble against her face. Nicole moaned loudly as her hips started to twitch, but Rachel sat back quickly.
“Oh no, you don’t my lady, not yet! That would be too easy for you, wouldn’t it? I’m gonna keep you on the edge until you are ready for that,” she pointed at Christopher’s engorged cock, “and then you are going to ask me REALLY nicely to let him finish you off.”
Nicole could feel the building orgasm subsiding, hating herself for getting so turned on so quickly. The warm wetness between her thighs was cooling as she watched Rachel stroke Christopher’s cock.
“Don’t you come either Chris, just wait! After you have had her, you can have me too in any way your little mind can imagine. I promise you won’t regret it!”
Rachel kissed the boy on the lips then returned her attention to Nicole. She smiled beatifically at her as she moved closer. She rose to stand against Nicole, slipping her fingers into Nicole’s pussy while her mouth moved down to her right nipple. She sucked on the hardened tip, teasing it with her tongue as her fingers ground Nicole’s clit against her pubic bone. Despite herself, Nicole could feel the warmth start again deep in her pelvis. She knew that Rachel was aware of what turned her on most of all, and she hated the girl for exploiting her weaknesses. Rachel lifted her face to within a few inches of Nicole’s as she started to briskly finger her.
“Come on my lady, that’s a good girl, get hot and wet for me… that’s it… you like that don’t you? You are so wet… hmmmm… that’s it… good girl…”
Nicole whimpered into the gag and tried not to listen to the soft voice in her ear. Rachel’s fingers were bringing her to the point of no return again, and she knew, despite what would happen, that she couldn’t help herself. Her hips started to twitch again in the build up to orgasm…
Rachel laughed and dropped back down next to Christopher.
“This is SO easy!” she chuckled, “look at her Chris, she’s such a fucking slut!”
She lowered her head to his lap and licked his cock. The boy groaned and placed his hand on the back of her neck as he lifted his hips.
“Not yet Chris,” said Rachel as she pulled away, “a little bit longer and then we’ll see what she has to say for herself…”
Nicole hung there trembling. Her pussy was crying out for release, her body aching for the blessed dizziness of orgasm. She was breathing hard into the gag, her blurred vision and the mass of endorphins making her head swim. She watched as the girl teased the boy while fingering her own pussy. Rachel smiled at her, and then crawled back towards her.
“Are you ready yet my lady?” she asked whilst once again licking Nicole’s burning pussy, “are you at the point of giving Christopher what he wants?”
She slipped a finger inside Nicole, while another stroked around her anus.
“If it was up to me, I’d let him take that other tight little hole of yours, but I think he’ll be more than happy with your cunt!”
Rachel moved her mouth so that she could take Nicole’s clit between her lips.
“This is your last chance bitch,” she said around Nicole’s flesh, “next time I’m gonna remove that gag and you will tell me what we both want to hear…”
Rachel nibbled and sucked at Nicole’s swollen clit, making her moan loudly and thrash against the restraints. Her finger sought out her G spot, rubbing it firmly, causing a fresh spurt of juices to run across her hand and down her wrist. Nicole wailed and pressed herself against the girl’s mouth, but Rachel laughed again and stood, pressing her face close to Nicole’s.
“Time’s up bitch!”
She unfastened the gag, smiling when Nicole gasped and groaned.
“Please Rachel… please… please…”
Rachel waved for Christopher to stand up and join them. The boy literally sprang upright and moved close to Nicole, his hand already steering his cock towards her pussy.
“Say it Angel… tell him… he’ll finish you off… look how hard he is, imagine it slipping into you, his hard body pushing against you, fucking you into orgasm…”
Nicole shuddered again.
“Please Rachel… please… please… stop…”
Christopher was in the act of trying to enter Nicole when she said that last word. He froze as the door banged open and DL came thundering through.
“Don’t stop now you stupid idiot… fuck her!” Rachel screamed at Christopher.
DL hit the boy like a train, knocking him sideward like a rag doll. He hit Rachel with a backhand that spun her round, blood already coming from her split lips.
“Enough!” He snarled, “get out of my sight both of you! And you (he glared at Rachel) pack your bags! I knew your jealousy of Angel was a problem, but until now I didn’t realise just how scheming you could be. It explains a lot of things that have happened in the past, others who have suddenly left, and now I know the ugliness inside you!”
Rachel spat back at him, crouching like an animal about to leap at prey.
“I just let you fuck me to allow me to live as I deserve you bastard! All I wanted was this… the house… the money… not you… but I let you think I was devoted to you because it was SO easy to
keep you interested in my little pussy and give me what I wanted! Well fuck you…ALL of you…”
Rachel ran from the room slamming the door behind her. Christopher rose unsteadily to his feet.
“I’m sorry my Lord… I really am… I thought it was all part of your plan…”
DL turned and looked down at the boy.
“Go to your room after making sure that little tramp has left. If she gives you any trouble,you have my permission to throw her out!”
“Yes my Lord,” Christopher mumbled as quickly left the room.
DL unfastened Nicole from the post and eased her onto the cushions. She looked up at him with streaming eyes.
“Why?”
*
Douglas Vaughan kicked out at the nearest chair, sending it skidding across the floor and breaking a pane in the French window leading to the garden.
“How the fuck did it all go wrong?”
He stalked through the lounge and into the hall, muttering and cursing to himself.
“I had her… right here (he looked down at his hands) and then it all went fucking wrong!!”
He was almost beside himself with rage that his carefully planned weekend had finished so badly. The woman had slapped his face and demanded a lift home (after calling him all the vilest names under the sun) so he was reasonably sure it would take a miracle to get her to talk to him, let alone come back here! He couldn’t quite put his finger on exactly WHICH point things had gone pear-shaped, just that it had escalated into a farce very quickly.
“Fuck!!!”
He raised his face to the ceiling and shouted until he was hoarse. He dropped into a chair at the table, reaching out for the decanter of single malt. Instead of using one of his cut-glass tumblers, he drank straight from the ornate bottle, taking a long draught that left him spluttering the whiskey all over the polished surface. He put his head in his hands.
“It’s taken me MONTHS to get that bitch here, and she never even got a SNIFF of my playroom! All she had to do was behave as I wanted and things would have been fine… why did she have to show fucking SENTIMENT?”
He stood and walked towards his front door, lifting a coat from the rack as he passed through out onto the driveway.
“I need to think. I need to find a way to get her back here even if I have to make a few minor concessions! She is perfect… in every way… she just has to see that it is what she wants!”
Douglas Vaughan strode off down the lane, muttering under his breath so loud that a passing cyclist turned and gave him a very strange stare.
~~*~~
CHAPTER 10
***
Aftermath
Nicole sat curled on her couch nursing a cup of coffee and watched the birds in the shrubs busy themselves preparing for the spring.
“If you are going to choose a mate, Mrs Blackbird, then do it VERY carefully!”
Her eyes glazed slightly as she thought about the past weekend.
DL had closed in on himself, avoiding her after the Rachel incident, leaving Christopher to help her pack and drive her home. As she was leaving the house, she had turned to look back, and was sure that she had seen him standing in one of the first floor windows but the light was against her.
The journey back had been in silence, Christopher refusing to join in any conversation she tried to start until she gave up and watched the scenery from the window.
That was two days ago, but seemed a lifetime.
DL did not explain anything to her, why he had said those things, why he had treated her like that, but she had seen something in his eyes at the time. It was only while she was sat in the car did she realise what it was.
Self-loathing.
And then she understood. He was afraid of his feelings for her, was not able to cope with what was developing between them, so sought to destroy it before it became unavoidable.
“Well fuck you Buster!” she said quietly to herself, but felt a small hollow place move around her chest, until it nestled under the left side of her ribcage.
She looked down at her wrists; the marks from the cuffs had faded to a light pink but were still sore. She rubbed them slowly. Unconsciously, her left hand moved to her throat and ran along the edge of the metal collar, as she re-focused on the feathery antics outside.
*
Christopher was worried. DL had not appeared from his room for several hours, missing lunch and dinner. He knew that his position at the house was hanging by a very slender thread, so was reluctant to knock on the study door. He had listened carefully outside, and could here the click of a keyboard so knew DL was still in there doing SOMETHING, but apart from that, there had been no sign of him all day. He was heading for the kitchen when a noise made him whirl around.
“Christopher.”
DL stood in the doorway.
“Come here my boy, I wish for you to do something for me.”
Christopher crossed quickly to him, eager to be useful.
“Yes my Lord, what can I do for you?”
“I want you to take this to lady Angel for me,” he offered up an envelope, “and make sure she gets it. Do not post it through the door, make sure you hand it to her personally, is that understood?”
Christopher took the letter from him.
“It shall be as you wish my Lord, I will go straight away!”
DL reached out and scuffed the boy’s head.
“Good lad,” he said quietly, and turned back into his room closing the door behind him.
Christopher looked at the letter, looked up at the door, then turned on his heel and headed for the garage. He had four cars to choose from, the keys hanging on their designated hooks in the wall cabinet, but there was only one that he had been allowed to drive… so far!
Taking a set of keys with trembling fingers, he walked along the row of sports cars until he got to the last in line. With a deep breath, he thumbed the remote and jumped at the “CLUNK” the central locking made in the quiet of the garage.
Climbing carefully in the car, he spent nearly five minutes familiarising himself with the controls, before pressing the large silver “Engine Start” button. Six hundred Italian horses roared into life behind him, making his spine tingle and a huge grin spread across his face. He pressed the automatic garage door button, selected what he hoped was first gear, depressed the throttle pedal and eased the car into the sunlight. He looked at the petrol gauge. Full.
With a whoop he gunned the car down the drive, and after checking the way was clear, swung on to the road and headed for the motorway.
*
Back in his study DL had lifted his head at the sound of the Ferrari being fired up. A small smile broke the dour look on his face.
“Good choice!”
Nicole had ventured online later in the day, but was fed up with everyone in the chat room asking about DL and how things were going. Not wanting to be drawn on the state of the relationship, she had claimed tiredness (it was only 07:00 pm) and logged out. As she descended her stairs she heard the unmistakable sound of a high powered Italian car getting closer. Her late father had been a car nut, and as he had no sons, he had taken Nicole to motor shows and enthused over the exotica displayed. By the age of eleven, Nicole could identify just about every sports car worth knowing about, and had endured the scream of the engines in most of them to be able to tell them purely by the sound they made.
“Flash bastard,” she muttered as she went into her kitchen.
The flash bastard got closer, and if she didn’t know better, Nicole would have SWORN he had stopped outside her house!
The knock on the door made her jump, and on opening it she was confronted by a breathless Christopher with a sleek red car ticking noisily behind him… on her drive!
“The Dark One wanted me to give you this!”
He thrust the letter at her.
Nicole looked down at the slightly crumpled envelope.
“What is it?”
She refused to take it from him.
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br /> “I don’t know!” said Christopher, sounding slightly worried, “he just said I was to hand it to you in person, not post it through the door!”
“Did he now,” she said with a raised eyebrow, “and what if I don’t want it?”
“Bu… but you MUST lady Angel!” Christopher looked pleadingly at her.
Nicole had to smile at the desperate look on his face, so ushered him through the door and steered him towards the kitchen.
After making two cups of coffee, Nicole finally took the letter from him, which made the boy sigh comically with relief.
“I shall read it later when I have time,” she said haughtily, “I’m extremely busy at the moment.”
Christopher gulped his drink, and looked longingly at a packet of biscuits her son had opened earlier that day.
“Are you hungry?” she asked, reaching out for the packet, “if so I’ll do you something to eat and you can tell me what’s been going on since I left!”
Filling his mouth with three biscuits Christopher nodded eagerly.
*
After the boy had left with a full stomach and a promise not to break the Ferrari, Nicole sat in her lounge, turning the envelope in her fingers. She was surprised at the information gleaned from Christopher (and a little pleased) telling of DL and his solitude.
“Serve him right!” she had informed the boy, who had looked nervously about him as though worried they might be overheard!
Now she was left with the letter. She sniffed at it (why, she didn’t know) then shook it to see if anything rattled. The letter gave up no secrets, so she slit it open with her nail.
The heavy paper was folded three times, and after carefully opening it out, she saw what appeared to be a poem, but after reading she didn’t know quite what it was. It read:
To change, to alter one's being, to become something else, inevitably means loss. Sometimes the loss is negligible as it is something that needed losing, at other times the loss is a sacrifice to the greater change that is in itself inevitable. How can we differentiate between what is a good or bad change when the loss sustained feels greater than the benefit? And how can the loss of something that feels so important be quantified within the measurement of the change, and the benefits that will bring?