Teena: A House of Ill Repute

by Jennifer Jane Pope

  'Aye, tight is good indeed.'

  Maudie heard Hacklebury grunt, and then she felt something pressing against her sex. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the inevitable she once again was powerless to prevent.

  If Anne-Marie had noticed my latest 'flip-back', as I now privately thought of these curious dreamlike interludes, she gave no indication and I guessed that, as far as she and the present time were concerned, my 'absence' could only have lasted a second or two. In any case, Anne-Marie was far too intent on what she was doing to have taken much notice of me, other than as a sort of life-sized Barbie doll there for her personal amusement and distraction.

  As before, the corset was like a vice as Anne-Marie tightened it about me, tugging mercilessly on the straps that adjusted the thick rubber, until I could once again barely breathe. My mind flickered back to that dreadful leather dog suit. Could that have been any tighter than this now was, or had that merely been imagination distorted by more than a century? I shifted and tried not to wince as Anne-Marie made another adjustment to the middle straps at the small of my back, drawing them, unbelievably, one notch more before passing them through the other sides of their respective buckles.

  'D'you know,' she quipped, walking slowly round me, 'it's incredible how your body adjusts so easily. There's no way I could have gotten down this far before, no matter how hard I tried. It's almost as if you're made of rubber yourself, Teenie.'

  I didn't feel as if I was made of rubber, merely encased and braced in it, now almost incapable of bending at the waist and forced to breathe in short, shallow gasps from the top of my lungs, which caused my pushed out breasts to rise and fall in a manner I knew would be irresistible to anyone who saw them.

  Whereas before I had put on the latex stockings myself prior to Anne-Marie fitting me into the corset, now she attended to everything, dusting each limb lightly with talcum powder and adding a touch more of the white mist inside each stocking before she presented it to my foot. I shivered at the delightfully cool touch of the silky fabric, knowing that almost immediately that chilly kiss would begin to turn into a warming embrace in the same fashion as the corset was already beginning to bring up a heat within my torso.

  'Boots next,' Anne-Marie whispered when the second stocking had been smoothed into immaculate, gleaming position and the final suspender tab attached to it. My toes were already beginning to feel damp as I dutifully raised one stocking-clad foot, sliding it into the depths of the long rubber boot and standing awkwardly while my beautiful mistress laced it tightly up towards the top of my thigh. She worked deftly and quickly and very soon I was balanced again - if balanced was the word to use regarding those heels - each foot atop a weighted four inch platform, each sole raised a further five inches on dagger-like, steel braced points.

  Now I was indeed considerably taller than Anne-Marie, and yet she had that uncanny knack of appearing bigger and even more powerful than she was, a power that came from within and from her peculiarly fierce conviction that everything she did was right and the rest of humanity had somehow been put on this earth merely to pander to her whims.

  'Oh, this does so prettily frame your sweet pussy,' she murmured, bending down to lightly caress my denuded mound and the lips beneath it. Her butterfly touch sent a jolt of lightning surging up my spine and for an instant I all but lost my balance. I heard her chuckle and then felt one hand cupping my naked left buttock.

  'Steady, little Teenie-slave,' she cooed, 'plenty of time for that later. For now, let's just enjoy all this nice and easy.' She bent down and I felt the warmth of her mouth as her lips pressed gently against my nakedness. I braced myself, waiting for the invading tongue, but she must have realised that would have been too much, and she was not yet quite ready to reduce me to the helpless wreck we both knew I would eventually become.

  Maudie stood trembling and swaying, her mind reeling with confusion and shame. She did not fully understand what had happened to her, but she was shrewd enough to have a very good idea, and she was horrified to think her body had so brazenly betrayed her.

  Her breath came in short gasps, the tightly laced midriff section of the dog suit preventing her from using her diaphragm in the usual way, and each outgoing breath was accompanied by a low whining sound. She closed her eyes, trying to force the memories from her mind and to regain control of herself, but all that happened was that her body was once again wracked with spasmodic twitches even though it was now several minutes since Hacklebury had withdrawn from her, and he was now gone altogether.

  She heard footsteps again, recognising Megan's lighter tread, and opened her eyes slightly, peering up as the woman loomed over her.

  'Well, we'll postpone your next whipping, bitch,' Megan laughed. 'That was very good, very good indeed. He had no idea at all and that's excellent. He's off to London now as happy as a pig in shit and by the time he returns, as far as he'll be concerned, you'll be history.' She bent down in front of Maudie and grasped her beneath the chin, tipping the muzzled face up to her own.

  'You see, Maudie,' she continued, lowering her voice, 'he thinks I'm going to kill you - put you down like a worn out old mutt, don't you see, but I think that would be a waste. Besides, I may have further use for you in the future, you never can tell. Of course, you'll need to be properly broken, but I reckon after a few months as my pet little bitch you'll do anything for me, isn't that so? Yes, we'll keep you on, doggie girl, at least for now, but not here. No, I've a much safer place to keep you. It's not that far from here, but it's somewhere nobody will ever go poking around and only I know where it is. So come, my little Maudie bitch. Let's go for a nice walk in the fresh air and go find your new kennel, eh?'

  Again I was certain Anne-Marie had not noticed my 'flip'. In any case, by now she had the rubber helmet in place on me, and the tinted lenses would have made it difficult to see if my eyes had glazed over momentarily. I'd said nothing about the first of today's glimpses of the past, not wanting to disturb the mood that was beginning to build. I could say nothing about the second now, for the soft rubber gag filled my mouth completely and the only sounds I could make were sure to be misinterpreted by my eager mistress.

  And so I stood stoically in my enforced silence as Anne-Marie completed my outfit, smoothing the gloves up my arms and attaching the wristbands, which she once again clipped to the belt encircling my waist over the stomach and lung-crunching corset.

  'There!' she exclaimed finally, standing back and clapping her hands together in a gesture expressing intense satisfaction. 'Welcome back, Teenie-slave.'

  I felt my stomach twitch as the rubber dildo inside me seemed to grow larger, but outwardly I managed to remain like a statue.

  'We'll just take you out to the garage for the moment,' she continued, reaching up to clip a short leash to the front of my collar. 'I need to see to Andrea and then get myself ready. We're going for a little drive this afternoon and we won't be back until late tomorrow, so there are a few things I'll need to make sure we take with us. And in case you're wondering, we're all going to visit Carmen. She's having a very special party at her place and I know how keen she is to meet up with the two of you again. She was most impressed the other night, most impressed indeed. She even offered me a thousand pounds for each of you, but I told her I wouldn't part with either of you for a hundred times that much, silly woman. However, I think it will be nice to share you both, just for a few hours, don't you?'

  I made no reply, obviously, but dutifully followed as she led me from the bedroom, down the stairs and out via the kitchen into the spacious double garage at the side of the house. Aside from a workbench area and some ladders hanging from the rafters, the building was empty and I was manoeuvred into the centre. Anne-Marie let go the leash briefly, crossed to the bench and returned with a length of cord, which she deftly threw up and over the main support rafter above my head.

  She drew both ends together and threaded them through the leather handle of my leash, drawing them through, and then tying t
hem off in a crude bow. I eyed the arrangement curiously, hoping my tenure here would not be an overly long one, for although there was enough slack in the cord and leash to enable me to walk about a little, I could see there would not be enough to allow me to sit or kneel. Until Anne-Marie decided otherwise, I would be a mute prisoner perched on my ridiculous heels, and already I imagined I could feel the protestations in my leg muscles.

  I opened my eyes and straightaway knew I had gone back again, not as a nebulous observer this time, but once again into the body of the woman I was certain was my ancestor, Angelina Spigwell and supposedly also Hacklebury. I blinked several times and looked down at the black-haired head resting against my chest before turning my attention back to my latest circumstances.

  We were inside a coach and for some reason it had stopped, although where I had no idea. Without disturbing my sleeping companion, I reached out and drew the blind to one side. It was still dark, although I realised suddenly this did not mean it was still the same night - the night we started to make our escape. Days, weeks even, might have passed since then, although something told me they had not.

  We were obviously still somewhere out in the countryside, for I could see the dark outlines of trees and bushes, and there, off in the distance, a hill rose black against the night sky, barely perceptible on this moonless night. I shook my head, marvelling at how dark the night was compared to any I had, or would, experience in my own time. From outside came the faint sounds of shuffling horses and their laboured breathing, but aside from that, all was silence.

  With a sudden start of realisation, I fumbled under the rug covering my lap and breathed a sigh of relief as my fingers closed around the pistol. Its solidity and weight felt very comforting, even though I had no idea whether or not I could make the damned thing fire. I carefully eased the sleeping Indira to one side, wondering whether Andy had returned with me this time, or whether, when she awoke, it would be as her own self. I wondered what she would make of all this, indeed what she must have made of it when Andy and I were finally being whisked back to our own century, and she returned to her senses to find that she and Angelina were already well on the way to escaping.

  And what of Angelina? I reached out again and carefully unlatched the carriage door. Well, Angelina had certainly carried on with the escape plan, that much was certain, but in the meantime, where was Erik, and had she indeed taken the massive Scandinavian with them? I assumed she must have, for someone had to have been driving the coach.

  Moving slowly, and wincing as the rustic coach springs creaked beneath my shifting weight, I stepped down onto what passed as the road, a rutted and pitted surface of mud and fine stones.

  I closed the carriage door as quietly as I had opened it and raised the pistol in front of me, peering through the gloom towards the front of the carriage and to the dark shapes of the near motionless horses. Where the hell was Erik? And where exactly were we? Find one and I would, hopefully, find the answer to the second question. The darkness seemed to hug me like a cloak, but not a particularly comfortable one. I stepped sideways, moving away from the carriage and into the centre of the road.

  'Erik?' I called his name quietly, for I had no way of knowing who else might be nearby. At the same time I fumbled with the pistol, drawing back the hammer until I heard a loud click. Whether pulling the trigger now would be enough, I had no way of knowing. My knowledge of old weapons was limited to what I'd seen and read in history books. All I did know was that, if this was the same pistol Indira/Andy had taken off the dead man back in the woods, at least it was some kind of flintlock, so there would be no need of a lighted fuse to discharge it.

  'Erik?' I called again, this time a little more loudly, and began moving up alongside the horses. Suddenly, from out of the bushes to the right, he emerged, looming large and dark. I started and took a step back, raising the pistol towards him. 'Stop there!' I all but squeaked, and he seemed to freeze, motionless in the darkness. 'I've got the gun,' I warned, 'so no funny business.'

  'Of the things this business is, funny is not one of them being,' I heard his lilting voice. 'And necessary the gun to be pointing at me it is not. Going off it may be, and then in Erik a large and messy hole there will be.'

  'Exactly,' I agreed. 'So, like I said, no funny business. Now, where are we?' I sensed him relaxing in the darkness, but I was not about to follow suit.

  'The road to Salisbury it is eventually leading,' he said, 'but another twenty miles still it will be. As I said before, the horses rest are needing for exhausted they be.'

  'So, how long have we been stopped?'

  He shrugged and waved his hands to either side. 'One half the hour, maybe more a little bit,' he replied. 'The horses needing the same again they will be, for driven them hard I have. Rest also we should now, for we must be going far on the morrow if Master Hacklebury and Miss Megan we wish to escape.'

  'Huh, and what's with the we stuff? How do I know you aren't playing for time here in the hope that they catch up with us?'

  'Not yet will they even know that gone we are,' he replied steadily. 'No one will miss her and soundly sleeping he will be until well after the dawn.'

  'And how long until dawn?' I demanded, and saw his head tilt upwards as he scanned the sky above us.

  'Maybe hours three more,' he said. 'Maybe a little less.'

  'And how far have we come so far?'

  'Perhaps miles twenty,' he replied, 'but in a straight line travelled we have not. Taking us in different directions have I been, as you told me I must.'

  I nodded. It made sense to zigzag about rather than to stay on one straight road, and the condition of the track on which we now found ourselves suggested this was not a major highway. 'Where were you just then?' I demanded, switching tack myself. 'Just then, I mean, when I called to you.'

  He gave a low, throaty chuckle. 'The call of nature was I answering,' he said, 'and urgent most was it, to be sure.'

  'Oh,' I said, for from the way he had replied it was obvious he was telling the truth. 'So why didn't you just sneak off, or were you about to when I called, eh?'

  He sighed. 'Telling you I was earlier that Erik is now your faithful servant,' he said. 'Much wrong have I done and sorry it is that I now am. Atonement for that will difficult be, but try I will. Miss Megan a bad woman is and Erik now knows that and will safe be keeping you from her if possible that is.'

  'Oh,' I said again simply, disarmed, at least in the non-literal sense. 'So, you're on our side now, is that what you're saying?'

  'On your side I am,' he confirmed. 'Erik staying with you will be and to a safe place to get you will be trying the damndest!'

  'Oh,' I replied again. 'Right then, so be it. If the horses need another half hour, let's make use of the time to decide where we're going from here. Salisbury may be a bit too obvious, especially if it's the nearest large town, so what other choices do we have?' I raised my free hand to my head, letting my fingers slide across my smooth skull, suddenly remembering I had no hair in this time. 'We obviously need to find food, and probably water and feed for the horses,' I continued. 'I'm also going to have to do something about my head. I can't go wandering around looking like this, not unless I want to draw attention to us. I can probably make some sort of headscarf if I tear up one of... no, hang on. Did we bring other clothing with us in the end?'

  'A trunk there is on the back,' Erik said. 'Dresses and other things are there inside it and shoes also.'

  'Well, that's a start, at least,' I said with relief. 'Now, do we have a lamp somewhere? I want to take stock of whatever else we have. I remember I was intending to take money and any other valuables that were lying around, and I get the feeling we're going to need to make use of everything we've got, including, and especially, our brains!'

  And what of Angelina? I turned back to the coach and Erik reached up beside the driver's seat to take down the lantern hanging there. It was obvious she had managed to take charge in my absence and that she had contrived to do as
good a job of escaping as I could have hoped for, and this seemed curious to me, unless she had managed to remain in some way connected while I had control of her body and so was aware of what had been happening in her own 'absence'. If that was the case, I mused, in that way at least she had the advantage over me.

  I opened the door and began pulling myself up. This adventure was difficult enough, I thought, without my having to play catch-up after every little episode. It would be much better if I could somehow stay back here in time until this little story had run its course, whether or not my own efforts and contribution were likely to change the ultimate outcome or not, but something told me that wasn't going to happen, at least not just yet.

  I opened my eyes, and this time I was not at all surprised to find myself back in Anne-Marie's garage, standing as she had left me, with the leash from my collar hooked via the cord over the beam above my head. I sucked on the gag and managed to swallow with some difficulty, breathing in through my nose as deeply as the stringent corset permitted.

  Inside my rubber costume I felt hot and clammy. Suddenly my fetish garb did not seem so exciting and I wanted to pull it all off and simply go and lie down for a while, but I knew there was no chance of that happening. Gagged as I was, there was no way I could convey my wishes to Anne-Marie and any physical show would only be interpreted wrongly.

  I grunted in frustration and shifted my weight again. How long had I been 'out'? Probably only a few seconds, no more than a minute or two at most if previous experiences were anything to go by, and I had only been standing here for a matter of minutes prior to that. I groaned. By the time Anne-Marie had attended to Andy and herself, I would have had a long wait. I moved again and this time the dildo shifted and I felt it pressing against my clit. A shiver passed up and down my spine and I screwed up my eyes in an attempt to resist the inevitable, but I knew that even if I managed to hold myself in control at first, there was no way I could remain standing stock still for much longer. The extreme height of my heels made that sort of discipline impossible, and the moment I adjusted my stance again the rubber phallus would be about its work once more, this time with a swollen nub to work against, unless I was much mistaken.