“Yes. There’s always an emergency surgery on Saturdays.”
“Ok. Come back here afterwards. While you’re out, I’ll get someone round to your place to move some of your things in here.”
“What about...?” Leigh nodded towards Cindy, who stood quietly in the corner with her back straight, feet slightly apart and her hands behind her back, then at Jurgen.
“She’ll be gone by the time you get here. And you’ll be quite safe with this piece of low life.” Ali cast a glance at Jurgen, then studied Leigh’s disconcerted expression as she elaborated. “He wouldn’t dare touch you without my say-so! To go against me,” she warned, “is to invite punishment.”
Slipping off Jurgen’s back, Ali stepped over him and instructed Cindy to fetch her another cigar, already lighted, while she herself collected a many-thonged whip from the rack in her bedroom.
Paying no heed to poor Cindy who spluttered terribly as she drew on the cigar to light it, Ali stalked back across the room and stood alongside Jurgen. Cindy scurried towards her with the tip of the cigar glowing and Ali snatched it from her, instructing tersely that she return to her corner. Then, after taking several drags, under Leigh’s outraged gaze Ali stuffed the unlit end up Jurgen’s back passage.
Straightening up again, she adjusted her position and stood with her legs slightly apart to brace herself. With her face set in a terrifying scowl of concentration, Ali pulled back her arm and took aim. Then, with deadly accuracy, she cracked the whip sadistically across his scrotum.
Jurgen let out a fierce cry and the force of the stroke made him jerk against his bonds, making the chains jangle alarmingly as they tugged his balls.
Again Ali struck, this time curling the cruel thongs and catching him round his thigh and across his penis, before thrashing him in earnest. Bringing the lash down across his thighs and then his back, taking care each time to avoid the cigar, she aimed each stroke so that the leather strands curled themselves around either the front of his thighs or underneath to catch his belly.
When his body glistened with a sheen of sweat, Ali wrapped the thongs around the handle and placed the whip between his teeth. Triumphantly, she took up her crossed-legged position sitting on his back, making him wince as her weight made contact with his savagely flayed skin.
Without a hint of remorse she smiled across at the gaping Leigh. She ran the tip of her tongue over her red-glossed lips as a flurry of anticipation warmed her loins. This was all so easy; she couldn’t have planned it better herself.
“You’d better stay here tonight. The guest room isn’t ready, so you’d better share mine.” Ali swigged back the remainder of her brandy. “Remember how we always said what fun it’d be to share?”
Leigh’s brittle nerves jangled alarmingly; she was afraid. Not just of Ali’s depravity but of her own inexperience. Until now, she’d never slept with a woman and wasn’t sure what was required of her. Where did one put one’s hands? And what about the other end- should one touch it or not? Or were you just supposed to turn over and go to sleep? She didn’t want to look stupid, nor reveal any of the repulsion and shame that mingled with her curiosity.
Leigh sighed dreamily as Ali’s warm skin brushed against her own as they lay side by side in Ali’s four-poster, and sudden, erotic whorls in her belly caught her unawares. Ali’s very nakedness sent ripples of emotions pulsing through her that she didn’t know how to deal with. The uncomfortable mixture of guilt and shame side by side with satiny bliss intensified as she yielded to Ali’s subversive charisma.
Ali pulled her closer, her strong arms enfolding her in a warm, comforting embrace which erased all memories of cruelty from her mind. Resting her head against Ali’s breasts, Leigh listened contentedly to the beating of Ali’s heart, and realized that her own was pounding with equal vigour.
Consumed by the conflicting emotions, excitement took Leigh’s breath away as Ali’s gentle touch on her cheek smoothed the soft strands of hair from her face. She made no objection when Ali’s fingers skimmed down her neck, slowly and sensually, until they closed around Leigh’s hardening nipple. Softly and skilfully, without a trace of the sadism that had gone before, Ali coaxed it into a peak.
Unable to contain the murmurs of delight that welled up inside her trembling body, Leigh made little mewing sounds. Ali’s response was to manoeuvre herself into a position whereby she was able to bring her head down, clamping her hungry lips over Leigh’s to silence her with kisses.
More aware than ever before of her own femininity, if Leigh had any remaining shreds of doubt, they dissolved in a mist of warm sensation as their tongues entwined in an erotic voyage of discovery. Never had she experienced such a rush of euphoria and her heart took up an erratic thudding that matched the pounding in her clitoris as it escaped from its protective hood.
Forsaking Leigh’s nipple, Ali eased herself onto her elbows and levered herself upward. As Ali settled her full weight upon her friend’s curvaceous body, already glistening with beads of moisture, Leigh arched her back in an effort to grind her mons against Ali’s. There was a furnace between Leigh’s legs and her dampening quim cried out for relief.
She felt Ali’s breath hot against her face, breath that fractured excitedly as Ali slipped her hands beneath Leigh’s bottom and caressed her buttocks, swirling her fingers over the satin flesh, squeezing gently.
And, feeling strangely detached from reality, Leigh revelled in the glory of Ali’s arousal, knowing that it was she, Leigh, who was responsible. She’d always loved to turn men on, but had never dreamt that she could generate such intense emotions in another woman. Armed with her new knowledge, she wallowed in the inner glow and strange, new sense of herself.
She crooked her leg across Ali’s back and, after a moment of high voltage kissing, rolled her sideways. Now, as they lay face to face, Leigh’s own arousal eclipsed anything that had gone before as her nimble fingers slid downward on an exploratory journey, until she found the hard bud at the apex of Ali’s labia. Tentatively, she pressed her finger against it, stroking it with small, circular movements that soon had Ali groaning.
Ali’s eager fingers began a reciprocal caress and, before long, the two young women were bucking and writhing together, each lost in a world of joyful warmth as they moved ever closer to a devastating climax. And when it came, they reached it together, shuddering and screaming as one as their heads snapped backward and their muscles tensed.
Afterward, as she lay exhausted in Ali’s arms, the embers of afterglow nuzzled every fibre of Leigh’s being. With a smile hovering around her lips, she acknowledged this as the turning point in her life.
Chapter Twelve
Ali almost whooped with joy as she opened the front door to Leigh after receiving the call from Security. After everything that had happened, how could Leigh still be so unsuspecting?
“I’m done in!” Leigh’s lavish breasts heaved as she struggled to speak and catch her breath at the same time. “It’s been really busy at the surgery this morning.”
Ali’s thin lips merely twitched upwards as she relieved Leigh of her handbag. Mulling it over, she realized that Leigh’s self image was quite different from the actuality; Leigh fooled herself that she was worldly-wise when, as far as Ali was concerned, the reality was far more peachy. It was that often timid, childlike quality about Leigh that had always set a storm brewing in Ali’s loins and got her juices flowing.
When they’d first met, Leigh had been overly cautious, the sort of girl who wouldn’t have dared do anything if it hadn’t been for Ali’s particular brand of encouragement. In time, Ali had been able to persuade her to do almost anything, invariably leaving Leigh in the lurch while she escaped scot-free. To her credit, Leigh’s loyalty had been unstinting and she’d never once dropped Ali in it. Yet never in her wildest fantasies had Ali imagined that Leigh could have retained so much of her trusting innocence, an
innocence which would make Leigh’s slide into decadence all the more exquisite.
Mentally, Ali gave herself a slap on the back. At first she’d been afraid of scaring Leigh off but in the event the implementation of her plans had been almost too easy. There was a thrumming in her breasts as she imagined the hours of pleasure that lay ahead.
“Is the kettle on?” Leigh kicked off her shoes in the hallway. “I’m dying for a cuppa!”
“Go through to the lounge. I’ll have Jurgen bring you some tea in a minute.”
“Thanks, but I don’t mind making it myself.”
“That’s what he’s here for! Besides, he’s preparing lunch and hates to be disturbed while he’s working,” Ali pointed out
Suddenly ill at ease, Leigh shrugged. “Ok! Look, I don’t want to be a nuisance. If you just show me my room,”
“I’ll give you a tour of the place later.”
“Well, at least point me in the right direction. I want to get my things sorted; I need to check that you’ve had the right things brought over.”
“Everything you’ll need is there.” Ali placed a firm hand on Leigh’s forearm. “I said I’d show you later. In the meantime, go through to the lounge and take it easy. I’ve got a few calls to make, then I have to take a shower. I shouldn’t be long.”
Ali’s frosty smile should have warned of the treachery to come. Instead, Leigh’s insides melted as, with a swift movement that took her by surprise, Ali’s strong arms tightened around her and drew her closer.
Overcome with languorous wanting, Leigh was dangerously unaware that the warm embrace had switched in a trice from one of exquisite tenderness to one of restraint.
Ali pressed her malevolent, glossed lips against Leigh’s and planted a fraudulent kiss of such sweetness that Leigh dissolved into the moment as tingles spiralled through her. She gave herself up willingly, joyful in the knowledge that Ali would always be there for her.
Ali released her hold and propelled Leigh forwards.
“Take your clothes off and I’ll join you later. Think of me as a flying instructor - I’ll take you to heights you thought it was impossible to reach.”
Impressed with the analogy, Leigh giggled helplessly.
“Is that a promise?” she chirped in her tinkling, girlie tones.
“Fucking count on it!”
With that, Ali left the room.
Floating on air, Leigh combed her fingers through the abundance of her shining hair as she went through to the lounge and followed Ali’s suggestion. She shrugged out of her clothes, folding them carefully and laying them across the back of the sofa.
In the background she could hear Jurgen moving around in the kitchen; cupboards opening and closing, the chinking of crockery and clatter of cutlery gave the place an air of domesticity. Leigh smiled at the normality of it all.
She left her hold-ups on; she always felt sexy when she stood in nothing but her stockings. She slewed her glance downward and wasn’t at all surprised that her cherry nipples were as hard as a couple of ball bearings. She skimmed her fingers lightly over her belly until they reached her red-fleeced mons and entwined her fingers with the coarse curls.
Tendrils of arousal flipped the mischief switch to stand-by. Here she was, almost naked and burning up with lust, while in the kitchen there was a gorgeous hunk of a man with an elephantine dick.
Well, waste not, want not.
Ali hadn’t said what time she wanted lunch, but Jurgen had finished with the preparation and was ready to serve whenever she commanded. There were always zillions of things to be done about the place, and he set about his other chores with his usual enthusiasm. Ali was a hard taskmaster, and to skimp on any task was to risk her wrath.
She’d want to spend a few minutes with her new toy before taking a shower, as well as ringing Cindy’s master with a progress report. The youngster had been in tears when the chauffeur had collected her. For no apparent reason, Ali had denied Cindy food since the previous afternoon and, despite her improved waitressing and obedience, had given her a savage flogging first thing that morning that had left her so weak she could hardly stand.
Naked as always, Jurgen was wiping over the cooker, an excessively large monstrosity in chrome which took up the greater part of the kitchen, when the door opened.
“Hello, Jurgen.”
He turned towards the sound, to see Leigh standing in the doorway like the temptress from hell, her red-gold mane of tangled curls falling about her shoulders. Gloriously naked apart from black, lacy-topped hold-ups that contrasted perfectly with her pale skin, her exuberant breasts heaved alluringly with every breath. His eyes alighted on the mass of red hair that adorned her mons and his cock stirred eagerly.
“I was just wondering,” she said tilting her head to one side and giving him a coquettish look from beneath her fine lashes, “if I could make a cup of tea?”
He’d been given strict orders not to fraternise; he was nothing but a worthless slave with no rights to normal conversation. Still, they were alone- who’d know?
“I’ll do it. Sit down.” He beckoned her in and glanced nervously towards the door. “Where’s the mistress?”
The mischief switch flickered, then lit up the red light as it switched itself on. “Oh, she won’t be ready for lunch for ages.” Emphasising the last word, she gave him her most seductive smile. She slipped her finger in her mouth and made sucking noises.
He pointed to the chrome stool in the corner, watched entranced as her succulent buttocks made contact with the black leather seat, and gave her the benefit of the doubt. Obviously she didn’t understand the situation here, that what she was doing to him bordered on torture.
Struggling vainly to ignore the rising heat in his balls, he pulled down the table top that fitted flush against the wall.
“Not very big, is it?” she trilled, staring at his penis, magnificent even in repose. Realizing at once that the accidental implication made her sound like Ali, she employed all her skills to make light of the situation.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean that!” she giggled and looked away quickly, as if embarrassed. She slipped her finger in and out of her mouth a couple of times. Sweeping her gaze over the room, she tried out her girlie voice on him. “I meant the kitchen - the kitchen’s not very big in comparison to the rest of the place.”
Momentarily taken in by her finely tuned come-on, he let his guard slip and foolishly allowed himself to be drawn into conversation.
“A casualty of Mistress Blackheart’s rebuilding scheme. She had the kitchen cut down to half its original size to make an extra room.” He gave a snort of derision that was worthy of Ali herself. “If you can call a small, windowless cubicle a room. It’s dark and airless. I should know - it’s my room.”
Refusing to be taken in by his attempt to cause bad blood between herself and Ali, she scoffed at the very idea.
“Don’t be ridiculous. She’s not that mean.”
“How little you know her! The woman’s a hard-faced witch. I swear it’s no bigger than a cupboard. And there’s another just like it down the hall. They don’t even have wardrobes.”
There was only one way to stop his lies. She flicked her tongue up and down the length of one finger and opened her thighs, slipping her other hand between her legs. Her pinkening labia glistened tantalizingly. Using two fingers, she held open the outer lips to display the juicy, red inner lips before slipping her forefinger inside the inviting channel.
“So where do you keep your clothes?”
“I don’t need any. The Mistress doesn’t permit me to leave the apartment.”
“So it’s true then,” her eyes skidded down his magnificent torso and came to rest on his cock which stood out at a 90 degree angle, “you’re starkers all the time?”
“The Mistress gave my clothes to some gir
l who has a stall at a car boot sale to raise money for homeless cats.” Usually so guarded, in the grip of Leigh’s flirtatious charms his tongue ran away with him. “The only things in the room are a hard mattress, one pillow and one sheet - and metal rings sunk into the floorboards at each corner so she can chain me up at night if the fancy takes her.”
She plucked her finger from her mouth as her voice rose a couple of octaves.
“Oh come on! You don’t expect me to believe that!” She was having too much fun to be sidetracked by his lies. Seeing the effect she was having on him, she began to rub her slippery pussy with more fervour, and ran the tip of her tongue over her lips slowly before asking flippantly, “why would she chain you up?”
“It’s her right - I’m her slave.”
Stunned, her finger stopped its rubbing. “Slave? Now you’re being bloody stupid!”
Nevertheless, there was something about his voice that unsettled her. As she tried to make sense of his words, she had no way of knowing that her innocent expression that sent bolts of lightning straight to his cock would land her in so much trouble.
“Believe what you want- you’ll find out soon enough.”
There was an uncomfortable feeling uncurling in the pit of her stomach as the pieces came together, the way coloured fragments of glass in a kaleidoscope form a pattern.
“No, I won’t believe it,” she said without conviction. The way Ali spoke to him, the way she humiliated him... it must mean something. “Surely a man like you...”
“A man like me? You don’t know the first thing about me.”
Resentment raised its ugly head as the bitter humiliation of the dominated creature that he’d become took up the familiar battle against the electrifying thrill that same humiliation always provoked. As his inner battle raged so his lust increased.
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