Fallen Angel

by Darkscribe

  So, he had all day to think of his revenge. It took over two hours for the germ of an idea start to form, Christopher getting excited as his mind filled in the details. He practiced getting the sound right for the next hour, and when satisfied he sat back with a whoop. Perfect. She won’t know what’s hit her….

  *

  Angela Moody, aka lady J, left her office at around 05:15. She was the secretary for a small building firm, and daily endured the remarks from the working guys who passed through the yard. Tonight was no exception; two plumbers contracted to the firm were loading their truck as she passed.

  “’Ello Darlin, fancy coming for a beer wiv me and me mate tonight?”

  She gave them her best withering look, thinking to herself on how they would react when she strapped them down and put a cock-press on them!

  It was as she neared her apartment that her thoughts turned to Christopher. He was a lot tougher than he looked, absorbing all the punishment she could throw at him until she had eventually grown tired, and left him hanging there at around two in the morning. Once in bed, she fingered herself to orgasm; all that work had made her as horny as a bitch on heat. He would be there now, hanging like a side of meat ready for her attention. Her pussy gave a little throb when she thought about what she would try next to break him. Parking her car in the underground garage, she skipped lightly towards the lifts, anticipation making her lips curl in a smile as she pressed the button for her floor.

  She opened the door and passed into the small hallway of her apartment. Slipping of the jacket of her smart two-piece outfit (she felt more businesslike in a suit), she made for the lounge. As she passed through the door, she was grabbed from behind and wrestled to the floor. A hood was pulled down over her head while the man (it must be as he was so strong!) lay on her using his weight to pin her down. She felt something cold and metallic touch her throat.

  “If you don’t keep still you fackin’ tart I’ll cut yer!”

  The deep, gruff London accent filled her ear, the press of the metal made her freeze.

  “That’s better, you little cunt, do wot Big Eddy tells yer an’ you won’t get ’urt!”

  Angela kept very still (she had no real choice), but asked in as calm a voice as she could muster.

  “What is it you want? I don’t have very much money on me, and there isn’t a great deal here worth stealing!”

  “I’ve fackin’ found that out you silly tart!” came the reply. “I only came in ’ere to see wot was worth nickin’ and stumbled across matey boy in the back room! Wot are you, some kinda perve or summat?”

  Angela struggled for something to explain Christopher hanging from the ceiling, but “Big Eddy” had other ideas. Holding the knife to her throat and twisting the back of the hood he dragged her to her feet.

  “If you so much as give a fackin’ squeal, you’ll bleed to death before you ’it the floor!”

  “Please don’t hurt me,” Angela said quietly, “I’ll do as you say.”

  She was led across the lounge and into the kitchen. “Eddy” pushed her against the wall with a curt “Keep fackin’ still!” then commenced binding her wrists behind her, with what felt like the kitchen twine from her drawer! She was then dragged through the other door and into her bedroom, whereupon Eddy threw her on the bed.

  She lay face down until Eddy turned her over and sat astride her waist.

  “All I fackin’ came ’ere for were yer telly and stuff, but since you are a pretty little bitch I fink I’ll ’ave some fun!”

  Angela tried to make out his face through the hood, but the weave in the fabric cut out all light.

  “Trust me to get a hood that works TOO bloody well!” she thought.

  Her slightly flippant mood changed when Eddy ripped open her top.

  “Nice fackin’ tits darlin’, I’m gonna enjoy suckin’ on them!”

  Angela gave a little yelp as the blade moved across her neck and down over her collar bone. The man astride her slipped the edge under the front of her bra and pulled upwards sharply, the knife cutting through and exposing her breasts.

  “Hmmmm,” said Eddy, “beautiful…”

  And he moved the knife down her ribcage and under her right nipple.

  Christopher watched the goose bumps appear on lady J’s skin as the knife crossed it. Her nipples quickly became hard and distended, and her breathing altered to a shallow panting. She did indeed have beautiful breasts, and he enjoyed playing the knife over them, making her moan and yelp when he pressed a little harder.

  “Please don’t…” breathed lady J, “don’t hurt me… I’ll do anything, just please don’t hurt me…”

  Christopher smiled down at her.

  “Of course you will darlin’ I’ll make sure you do fackin’ anything I want so’s I don’t cut yer…”

  He bent forward and took a nipple into his mouth. She smelled of perfume and soap (unlike last night) and he felt her arch slightly towards his mouth, when his teeth grazed her nipple. He bit down on it lightly, causing her to gasp. He laughed his special London cackle.

  “You ARE a fackin’ perve ain’t yer? Look at yer, all hot and bothered coz I’ve licked yer fackin’ tits! You wait till I get down to business yer fackin’ tart, THEN I’ll make you wish you ’adn’t bin born…”

  “No… don’t do that… please… look… I’ll suck you, I’m good at that, just don’t fuck me… please…”

  Angela started to feel more than a little afraid now, but couldn’t help the way her body was reacting to being handled this way. She was scared of her weaknesses…

  “So you want to suck me do you? Fack me… I’ve found meself a right good little whore ain’t I?”

  Christopher undid his pants and shuffled forward. Once he was astride her chest he carefully rolled up the front of the hood until her mouth was revealed. He had watched those pretty lips snarl and pout at him all night, and as he pressed his hard cock against them he knew he had to be careful.

  “If I so much as feel a fackin’ tooth on me I’ll stick this right through your fackin throat!” he said menacingly, as he pressed the tip of the kitchen knife into the side of lady J’s neck.

  “I won’t I promise!” said Angela, searching for his cock with her lips, “I’ll suck you really gently… believe me you’ll love it… just don’t hurt me…”

  Christopher lifted her head up and forward, careful not to disturb the hood, and slid into her mouth. He moved his hips slowly while she let him fuck her face, lady J making little mewling noises as she worked her mouth and tongue on him. He looked back over his shoulder and could see her hips giving small shudders. She was enjoying this too much!

  He banged his hips forward, making her splutter and cry out. He pulled out of her mouth, and wiped his cock over her cheeks.

  “What’s the matter… what did I do wrong?” she asked earnestly, “don’t stop, let me make you come… I promise I will…”

  “Oh don’t you worry your dirty little mind about it, I KNOW your mouth will make me come… but not until I’m fackin’ ready!”

  Christopher took a tighter hold on her head.

  “Now, open fackin wide!”

  As soon as her lips parted slightly, he pushed forward until his belly was pressing her nose. His cock was deep in her mouth when he started to move back about an inch then thrust as hard as he could forward. She gave a muffled wail as he tried his best to split her face open. He kept going, saliva spurting from the edges of her lips as he hammered against her face. He could see the hood becoming damp from her tears as he gave one last extra hard thrust then withdrew from her.

  Lady J gagged and choked, foam and saliva dribbling down her chin as she struggled to regain her breathing. She was sobbing hard, her lips already swollen, the top one split from being pushed against her teeth.

  “You said you wouldn’t hurt me!” she blurted, “you promised!”

  Christopher slapped her face hard.

  “Shut the fack up you silly tart, I ain’t even
started wiv yer yet…”

  He rolled off her and crossed to the dressing table. He had assembled various pieces of her little armoury, so after selecting a rather vicious looking studded paddle, he returned to the bed. He grabbed hold of her ankles and pulled her towards him, flipping her back over onto her front, as she finished with her hips on the edge.

  “Let’s see if yer arse is as pretty as yer tits…”

  She squealed as he lifted her skirt up and tore at her panties, ripping them from her and throwing them across the room. He ran his hand over her quivering ass cheeks.

  “Not fackin bad at all…”

  She wriggled as he stood and placed a knee in the small of her back. He raised the paddle high over his head, and then brought it down sharply across her ass. The “crack” it made on contact with her skin made even Christopher jump, but not half as much as it did lady J as she flailed on the bed. She screamed into the quilt. Christopher looked at the mottled mark on those silky smooth ass cheeks. Where the studs had hit, there were small white dots surrounded by the bright red mark of the rest of the paddle. He liked the effect. So he did it again. Five times.

  Lady J howled into the hood, screaming for him to stop, lapsing into wracking sobs as he gave her ass a playful slap with his hand.

  “What’s the matter little cunt, you don’t like that?” Christopher laughed his strange laugh.

  He thrust his hand between her thighs, forcing them apart as he jabbed his fingers into her pussy. She was soaking wet. Christopher had never felt so much fluid come from one woman.

  “Bloody… err… fack me! You dirty fackin slag, it’s like yer pissed yerself! You are one sick little cunt to get that horny when you know you are gonna be fackin shagged to death…”

  He knelt on the edge of the bed and lifted her hips up towards him. The girl struggled and howled, pleading with him not to because… because she was a VIRGIN!

  “A what?”

  Christopher forgot to put on the accent, but Angela didn’t notice. She sobbed loudly.

  “Please don’t… I’ll do anything for you… anything… don’t rape me… please!”

  “Did you say you are a virgin?”

  Angela held her breath. She knew who it was now the accent had gone.

  “Christopher… please… let me up… I’ll explain… just stop now… I’m sorry about last night, sometimes I can’t help myself…”

  He rolled her over and lifted up the hood. She looked at him with wide blue eyes, and managed what she hoped was a cheeky smile.

  “You really had me going there Christopher!” she gave a little laugh, “just undo my wrists and I’ll make us both a drink and something…”

  Christopher looked her in the eye, then deliberately down at his still hard cock.

  “Not just yet…”

  *

  When the doorbell rang later that evening, lady J ran to the door. She ushered DL in, and resumed her position on the floor next to Christopher. Who was sat in the chair.

  DL looked at her with a raised eyebrow, and she looked away sheepishly.

  “I see all is as it should be!” he said happily, “I am pleased for you Christopher; this will make all the difference!”

  “All the difference to whom?” replied the boy, “you say that as if I care…”

  DL stood there for a second, then nodded.

  He tossed the car keys from his hand into Christopher’s lap.

  “You drive.”

  *

  Douglas Vaughan stood silently in the subdued light of his “play room”. He was absent-mindedly stroking his special chair as he thought through his plans, mentally ticking off the stages he had gone through to make his scheme work. He knew now (through his sources in the rooms) that she had been thinking about him, even talking about him to others. That was as it should be. The subtle overtures he had made were coming to fruition; all that remained was the final part to ensure she would be his. There was the annual Bondage Ball being held in two weeks at the exclusive Der Unterworld Club in London. Tickets were already sold out, some changing hands for literally hundreds of pounds in the rooms on the internet. He had managed to secure one for himself, and after much haggling, one for her. She would receive it at the weekend, and come to understand that he wanted her there with him. He looked down at his chair, aware now that he was caressing it.

  “Patience my beauty, soon you will be called upon for your services!”

  He smiled quietly, not even acknowledging to himself that he had spoken out loud to a chair.

  He moved round and sat down, his fingers expertly finding the small levers that lowered him into a horizontal position whereupon he clasped his hands across his chest. He went through his mental exercises to relax his body, listening to his breathing, letting his imagination take him to those places deep inside his mind where his passions and demons fought for control.

  He whispered her name just before drifting into sleep.

  *

  Nicole Cannock also dreamt that night. Her demons had won the latest contest and filled her sleep with terrible images. She was walking through a twilight world peopled with strange characters, all of them watching her closely, some trying to touch her intimately. She found herself cornered against a wall, four or five of these creatures surrounding her with each of them displaying hugely erect phalluses. They grinned and drooled insanely at her, inching closer, her clothes melting away as she flattened herself against the brickwork, looking for a way out. The closest reached out and stroked her right nipple, and she found she couldn’t move away as he/it moved close enough for her to smell the foul breath. Suddenly the light in this world changed, a darkness spreading over the sky which caused the creatures to look around confused, mumbling to each other. The darkness became deeper, a piece of it dropping down behind the group and taking on the shape of a man; a shape she recognised. Taking her chance she screamed and lunged forward towards him.

  She awoke with a jolt as Billy the cat leapt off her chest and skittered out of the bedroom.

  ~~*~~

  CHAPTER 13

  ***

  The Chosen One

  Christopher sat in DL’s study, a large pile of paperwork in front of him on the low coffee table.

  He had been commanded to read it all, yet had only leafed through about a dozen pages before his brain had reached overload. What he had in front of him was the machinations of an empire, DL’s world, each facet of it described in detail so that the reader would grasp just what was involved. Christopher had always known that his master had been at the head of SOMETHING, but had never grasped just WHAT and how big it all was. He had difficulty comprehending all the different parts that made up the whole; and yet here he was with the task of learning everything with the idea that one day soon HE would be taking over!

  He jumped as DL came through the door.

  “I see a look of bewilderment on that young face of yours!”

  DL smiled as he sat opposite on the couch.

  “My dear Christopher, I guess I owe you an explanation for all this, and why I have decided to give (he gestured at the pile on the table) all this to you.”

  “My Lord, I cannot figure it out! This… this is just too much to take in! Why me… and why now?”

  DL reached out to the humidor, selected a cigar, and after taking his time over the preparation and lighting sat back with a large exhalation of fragrant smoke.

  “I am tired my boy,” DL began, “and have decided that now is the time to enjoy the fruits of my labour. All that you see before you has consumed me for the last 20 years, but now I have other desires and dreams that must take precedence. I do not have it in me to continue, and the business requires dedication and commitment I no longer feel able to give. I will not let it die, so I have been looking for someone to replace me gradually and take it to its next stage. When we met, I sensed in you a drive, the same burning ambition I had in myself when I was younger, and so I have been watching you closely as you have become a ma
n. It was important that all that you saw when with me didn’t distract you from your life, in fact it had washed over you without leaving a mark. It is only since your encounter with lady J that you have come to realise just what the LifeStyle has to offer. That was the final test. I needed to see in you the ability to overcome and take control. To be the head of my little world you needed to be truly dominant, command the respect of those around you and those who inhabit our world. You are still raw around the edges but with a little help from me you will become what is inside of you.”

  Christopher sat quietly absorbing this information, and then looked DL in the eye.

  “And what role will YOU take when all this happens?”

  DL smiled broadly at him.

  “I will always be there behind the scenes, but day to day decisions will be yours. I believe you have the necessary skills to maintain and even grow the business, shape it for the future, yet I will be there for any guidance or advice you may require.”

  “So when exactly is this all supposed to take place? How long have I got?”

  Christopher watched the smile fade from the face of the man opposite him.

  “It has already begun laddie. You have a ball to organise in about ten days’ time for which around three hundred people will attend. You were there last year so know what to expect, but this time you can put your own mark on it!”