The Willing Prey

by Scarlett Sunday

‘Nor I Tanis.” From Helen.

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  CHAPTER 7

  The Cellar

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  Tanis decided to have an early night with Jean so they could spend the evening talking in each other’s arms. Jean hadn’t shown her the rest of the house yet, and she hadn’t pressed her. For now, I’m content to lie in my young mistress’s arms. “You’ve made me happy Jean?”

  “I must warn you our profession has enemies within Tanis. I run my business at the top end of the market. I work for myself, and some people don’t like it. I’ve had a few threats from pimps and such. Which doesn’t worry me as they’re only threats? If the bastards get physical, I want you to know what you are up against.”

  “What kind of threats Jean?”

  “Oh, the usual, if I don’t pay protection money, they’ll run a razor across my face or worse.” She kissed Tanis and gazed into her eyes. “Are you worried about me Tanis?”

  Tanis smiled up at Jean. “No. The opposite. I am worried about them. I don’t want you to worry anymore. I’ll take care of the threats as they arise.”

  “Why Tanis, what can you do? You’re only one woman after all?”

  “All I ask is you trust me Jean and keep doing what you’re doing. The strongest always survive. Remember those words.”

  “Okay, I promise. It’s a good business, Tanis. I’ve built it up to where you can select your own clients. After a time, you too will come up with a list of good ones. Customers who suit your tastes and give you job satisfaction like the Countess. They pay well for services rendered, and after a while, some become good friends.”

  “Sexual friends, how interesting.”

  “Yes. We can make some powerful ones too. Now, I only have woman clients on my books. They come from all over Europe and countries as far away as Australia and America. They come to me for what I can give them, their fantasies. I entertain a few here and others in their homes or hotels. I have married couples in my books I entertain together. I insist only on servicing the wives though. While their husbands watch or are busy in their wives’ other holes. My clients come in all ages, sizes, and colours Tanis.”

  “Even so, they all come. Do you get many Jean?”

  “My books are full. My doctor is my client too. Ethics forbids me to name her. She likes my brand of dental treatment while she listens to her brand of classical music. I like her choice of music when I fuck her. Also, the way she examines me when she gives me a full medical. So, we’re both satisfied. Now and again I must go abroad for a client like the Countess. Which could see me away from home for up to two weeks at a time? The only time you’ll come with me, Tanis.” At Tanis’s sigh, Jean’s hand closed over her breast kneading it. “Other than when I make you come. Is when our clients want two experienced women to service them.”

  “I’ll look forward to it Jean.”

  “It would surprise you the number of clients who like to watch two women fuck each other Tanis. I’ve one or two men and women I can call on when I need their services. Should the clients want to see a woman or a she-male fuck a man or a woman? Or the client likes watching two men at it. I cater to all tastes.”

  “I would like to see all that kinky stuff Jean. Be a part of it too.”

  “It’s fantastic sex when anything goes Tanis. The reason I want you with me is for someone to look after the place while I’m away in case of burglars. Most of all I need a special someone to love me for myself when I come home. Jean continued to caress Tanis’s body as she talked. Hungry for more, her hand worked lower. She opened Tanis up. Slipped her dildo in and sighed. “I can’t seem to have enough of your beautiful body can I Tanis.”

  “That feels nice Jean. I’m always here for you.”

  “Will you join me and be my partner rather than my employee?” She felt Tanis move into quiet orgasm under her skilled fingers and soft thrusts. As Jean waited for Tanis’s answer, she said. “Take your time Tanis, I love to watch you come knowing I am the cause of it.”

  “How…how can I refuse you when you have me by the short and curlies Jean? If I can expect rewards like this from time to time, I’ll be glad to accept your offer. Like you, I like a lot of sex.”

  “You can expect benefits like this from time to time Tanis. We can try out new techniques on each other before we try them on the clients. Bring in one or two of my male friends should you want a man to fuck you instead of me. Or you fuck a man, a lot of men like a prostate massage coming from a woman wearing a strap-on. Which is where you will come in. I want to be the best at what I do. Better than the best Indian and Chinese courtesans were.”

  Her eyes misting with memory at Jean’s last remark, Tanis said, “They say the Indian courtesans are the best Jean.” As I know, they are.

  “I have an Indian policewoman on my books who’s just come out. She promises to be a fantastic fuck, Tanis. Nice and tight. It must be in the genes. So far, I’ve only fucked her the once though. I know you like tight police uniforms, or parts thereof Tanis. Why not try her out sometime?”

  “I’ll look forward to it. I have never been tied up and fucked by a woman in authority before Jean. Although, I have fucked plenty of men. It’s always been me doing the tying up and fucking. What you did to me last night, was it your favourite fantasy?”

  “No. But, it does involve bondage and discipline. My most intense orgasms come when I’m in charge and my lover helpless. I dig fucking a beautiful woman like you with a double dick while she’s my prisoner. I can’t stand much pain myself. Even so, I like to dish it out. You seem to like what I dish out Tanis?”

  So, does Helen. “I do Jean. How would it be with you bound up; yet still get to do the fucking?”

  “Awesome, if it's you. I, like my doctor. Prefer classical music playing in the background when I am punishing or fucking my captive. It lends an intense mood and timing to the occasion. My doctor likes a little pain with her fucking, as you do. You’re both perfect prisoners. As you like uniforms, the young policewoman could suit you. She’s beautiful and kinky with it. I hope you meet her one day. I’m not cruel or twisted for wanting to take captives and fuck them, am I, Tanis?”

  “No. So long, as your lover is willing to be your captive. If a lover likes a little painful pleasure from their partner where’s the harm in it? Feel free to indulge yourself with me anytime Jean. It gives me great pleasure being out of control and in your experienced hands. Last night I couldn’t take my eyes off your swollen nipples. Or from your attractive forearms and fingers working my body. I love to suck hard erect nipples as I squeeze firm swollen breasts. I like to suck men’s hard cocks to their explosive finish too.”

  “It’s your fetish to suck a woman’s aroused breasts, Tanis?’

  “One of many hang-ups I have Jean. I like the taste of human milk should my lover be lactating. Human sexual secretions also. The former doesn’t often happen because of its infrequency. I’ve developed a taste for women and men in tight clothes also. Figure-hugging, easy to get into, leave nothing to the imagination clothes. Clothes, which give a suggestion of cleavage. Show my lover’s bare throat with hard nipple arousal beneath a tight sweater or jeans. Just as women’s breasts and men’s bulges do. Tight leather pants and tight fine-knit stretchy ‘V’ neck sweaters on a good figure. Always turn me on, Jean. They help to fire my imagination. I like to kiss throats with pulsing veins while my partner is in orgasm. I’ve no idea why.” I can’t tell her all my sexual fantasies originate from my prey. She’ll know all one day.

  “Awesome! It helps your imagination to see your lover excited, Tanis. To show a good figure in tight clothing is all part of the game. Attraction is all about breasts, shapely long throats, cleavages, and bulges in men’s tight trousers. Sexy arses and thighs in tight jeans, and certain uniforms, or parts thereof, in both sexes. The only way to advertise breasts, long throats, and bulges off to advantage in public. Is to wear tight stretchy clothes. You can’t walk around in public naked. Only a suggestion of nakedness, but, not naked.
Convention forbids nudity in public. So, active imaginations must take over.”

  “I say damn convention Jean when sexual satisfaction is at risk.”

  “To me, a woman’s breasts, her figure, and what’s between her legs have always held a strong fascination, Tanis. I had plenty of occasions to indulge in adolescence sex at my all girls’ boarding school with girls my age. I never gave up on an opportunity to do so either. Maybe it’s why I’m a lesbian now. I like a lot of sex, but only with beautiful women like you.”

  “I believe our adolescence school days are crucial to our sexuality as adults Jean. Our genes, hormones, and the pleasure we feel as youngsters inter-acting in adolescent sexual games which help to form our adult sexuality. Sexuality is a complicated subject. We all interpret our sexual feelings, fetishes, and fantasies for each other in different ways.”

  “People are so complicated Tanis. My best fantasy is one I’ve never experienced in the physical. I may never do so because I believe it to be almost unique.”

  Interested, Tanis asked, “Tell me, Jean.” Her hand began to toy with Jean’s firm nipples beneath her sweater bringing them back into life.

  “Must I take my sweater off?”

  “No! I like it on when I’m feeding on your breasts.” When Tanis had brought Jean into climax again, taking a little of her essence into the bargain. She smacked her lips and continued. “Tasty Jean. Now tell me your almost unique fantasy?”

  “I would like to have it off with actual royalty Tanis. An aristocrat. One who dresses in beautiful expensive clothes. Wears authentic expensive jewellery, talks posh and carries herself like a Queen. Someone I feel subservient to who needs to feel she is dominating the common touch. One who’s the genuine article? I don’t care what nationality or colour. If she’s authentic in dress, voice, and demeanour, she turns me on. Her fashionable clothes coupled with her noble deportment, and not the person herself, is my fantasy and fetish. If she were intelligent and attractive with it, dressed in expensive clothes and jewellery. It would be the icing on my fantasy cake.”

  Tanis began to suck on Jean’s nipples again. Her hunger for Jean’s aroused body plain, she injected a little venom through the nipple. “I love sucking your gorgeous breasts, Jean.”

  “Oh My God Tanis! It feels nice your lips on my nipples. Keep sucking, it’s as if you are taking milk from me. Which is impossible. Coming from you, it’s an exquisite feeling. Where did you learn a sucking technique like that, you must teach me?”

  “I will later. It’s a part of my sexual repertoire Jean. I love to feed off the bodies of my lovers as they come. Or are already near to their wet explosive finish with the blood pounding in their veins.” Tanis changed the subject. “The Countess must come close to your Royal fantasy?”

  “Close, because she’s a genuine Countess, Tanis. Even so, not close enough. She likes a woman’s hot nude body fucking her against a background of come-wet black satin sheets. With the action contained within a gold-framed etched mirror on the ceiling. Knowing her pilot lover is watching us, as we both come. It satisfies her to be fucked by the common touch, but not me. For me, it’s only a professional coupling, which I enjoy Tanis. However, my real climax comes with the Countess afterwards. When I get to tie her female pilot up and fuck her bound body, while the Countess looks on.”

  “You prefer bondage then Jean?”

  “I love to take prisoners in sex Tanis. The Countess has the genuine nobility; yet, won’t dress for the drama, or let me tie her up in a bondage situation. It’s not my place to ask her as she is my client. I enjoy the action when I fuck her, and she pays well. Still, the vital spark is always missing from my orgasm. Being a genuine aristocrat, the Countess would be a massive turn on for me. If she indulged my fantasy drama to its final curtain.”

  “Which always includes you tying your Royal captive up Jean?”

  “Yes, or her me. I can only imagine it, Tanis. It’s different from doing it. She likes me to fuck her with her pilot lover watching, but she won't return the favour. Queens and Noble ladies can’t have sex with lesbian prostitutes. Even if she is a high-class call girl like me. Anyway, real lesbian Queens are thin on the ground in this crazy modern world of ours.”

  “It’s a complicated world right enough.” Half in a dream Tanis continued. “I could be a Queen if I wanted to Jean.” She sighed. Yet, it seems never to my own people.

  Jean looked down at her. “I am inclined to believe you, Tanis. I sense something powerful in you. The human psyche takes some explaining sometimes. Come on, Tanis. Let’s get dressed, I want to show you my cellar. I know you will love it.”

  “I can’t wait to see it, Jean.”

  Moments later, holding her hand. Jean led Tanis down through the library to a heavy padlocked door. Hidden behind a thick black velvet curtain. Holding Tanis’s hand, she opened it and passed through into a short brick passage beyond. Where a set of stone steps descended to another locked doorway beneath. Followed by Tanis, she took care to close and bolt both doors behind them.

  Jean turned towards Tanis. As they entered a spacious well-equipped cellar with a high vaulted ceiling, she said. “Get ready for a surprise Tanis.”

  Tanis could sense Jean’s excitement as Jean switched on the light. She gasped with surprise as Jean looked at her. “Well, I'm buggered.”

  “I have already buggered you, Tanis. Now I need something more.”

  Tanis laughed. “So, you have Jean. You’ve thought of everything. Right down to the circular stone staircase and the mysterious room above. I’ll bet if I went up there, I would find a plush boudoir or salon done out in eighteenth-century Royal style. Complete with a grand piano or harpsichord as a centrepiece. Also, a crystal chandelier above. With heart-shaped overstuffed button-backed velvet covered chairs dotted all around. I like these cellar lights too. They flicker as the real torches must have done on dungeon walls in the bad old days. It’s a perfect fantasyland you’ve created here Jean.”

  Jean nodded. “My clients demand it. I try to please Tanis. I’d go to any lengths to please my clients. You can do anything with electrics nowadays. Was it so easy to guess what lay at the top of the stairs? I studied music before I started my life as a call-girl. I love to come down here when it’s quiet and play Chopin or Beethoven. It's soundproof and private once the cellar doors are bolted. Scream proof too.”

  Surprised at Jean’s musical revelation, Tanis said. “I too can play Jean. I prefer Mozart.”

  “You never cease to amaze me, Tanis. Where on earth did you learn?”

  “I was at an all-girls’ finishing school in Surrey for a while. They had a classical music section.” How can I tell Jean about Victoria? An accomplished concert pianist who specialised in Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart? Sweet Victoria, who could play most of his music from memory? It would be Victoria’s mind playing through Freyja’s hands, not mine. I don’t like to lie to her. Yet, I’ve something in mind, which might help her fantasy. The music will play a big part in it. Jean deserves that for what she has given me. “Come, show me some more Jean.”

  Jean took Tanis by the hand and led her through the vast vaulted cellar. Situated in its circumference were rooms with heavy locked doors. Which took up half the area of the basement space. One end of the centre space contained a new-looking medieval-style stretching rack. The other end two sets of stocks, one left the prisoner standing, the second the captive sitting. Two manacling chains with hard and soft cuffs, depending on preference. Hung from two blocks set into the ceiling in the centre of the vaulted stone roof. Beneath the chains anchored to the floor were two massive iron ankle rings with padded cuffs. As Jean opened each door, Tanis could see the room’s contents. One chamber made into a doctor’s surgery with an examination table and medical instruments.

  “I have my medical examinations in there before I fuck my doctor over there Tanis.”

  “Oh My God Jean! It is a perfect fantasy dungeon.”

  Another room contained a dentist’s surgery. Co
mplete with a chrome plated old-fashioned velvet covered chair. A pedal drill with various attachments, and other dental equipment. Plus a few novel additions dominating a barred cell set into the wall at the far end of the cellar where Jean pointed.

  “The music centre over there supplies my doctor’s chosen music as I fuck her in the chair. Now though, I can have you playing Mozart upstairs while I’m fucking her down here Tanis. The real thing is always better. If she fancies you, I could play. The possibilities are endless.” Jean showed Tanis three other rooms filled with various period costumes. Uniforms, up-to-date leather, rubber, and plastic fetish gear. Also, a large collection of sex toys of soft and hard torture. Together with their lubricants. The latest Ultra HD television screens and video camera equipment too. Nothing was missing. All the equipment needed. For the acting out of a myriad of human sexual fantasies and dramas in meticulous detail. Including virtual reality, was there. All, except the human participants. “I designed all this with sexual pleasure in mind Tanis.”

  Tanis drew in her breath as she squeezed Jean’s hand. “You have thought of everything Jean.” It's clear this age. Is enlightened in the pursuit of sexual pleasure. Here, no one will ever know where my criminal victims have gone when I have finished with them. The innocent will come here for my delight, the villains, and rogues for final judgment. It’s perfect.

  “I’m glad you like it, Tanis, it cost me a small fortune to set up.”

  Jean’s eagerness showed in her eyes. So Tanis took the initiative. “You brought me down here to get me worked up, so you could have your way with me again, didn’t you Jean? Well, it worked. Come closer I want to kiss you.” Tanis’s hand tilted Jean’s unsuspecting head to one side, and she kissed her on her throat.

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  Jean woke to the beautiful strains of a Mozart concerto. Naked. She was bound with her arms together. Behind the heart-shaped backrest of a button-backed chair. Which was enough to stretch her nipples into perfect erection. Between her bound legs stood the slippery length of a dildo, which had seen recent use. The music and the sight of Tanis at the grand piano in the centre of the room above the low stairs triggered her response. She felt her sexual juices start from her body. The music stopped. Tanis appeared in the fantastic full-skirted emerald green silk dress of a seventeenth-century Duchess.