Afghan Bound (24 page)

‘What are you doing?' she whispered innocently, although her smile was knowing and the hands fluttering in his hair were gently encouraging rather than rebuking.

Justin nuzzled between her thighs and massaged her buttocks. She squirmed against him, and flinched a little whenever his nose or lips touched her tender tattoos.

‘Justin…' she moaned hoarsely. Her legs trembled and she ground against his face with increasing abandon. ‘…How close are you to David?'

He mumbled something incoherent into her warmth.

‘How close are you to David?' she urged.

He looked up at her, his hair slightly ruffled. ‘What do you mean?'

‘Is he a good friend?'

Justin had to consider that for a while. ‘I don't know… he used to be, many years ago at university.'

‘How long has he been doing this type of thing?'

‘Quite a while.' He could detect an attractively calculating glint in her eyes. He was surprised to see it in one so much younger than himself. ‘Why do you ask?'

She rubbed her thighs sensually against his chest. She needed him as an ally. ‘Why don't you take it from him?'

Justin stood and stepped back from her, his ardour suddenly diminishing. ‘That's ridiculous. I couldn't do that.'

‘Why not?'

‘Well, for one reason it's his business. And for another he owns this house.'

Sabrina stepped closer. She shook her glossy dark hair and delicately pushed her breasts towards him.

‘Besides,' he fought to control the overwhelming urge to carry her to the bed and make love there and then. ‘I don't need to – I have everything I want.'

She pouted that seductive pout and coyly reached for the zip that strained over his erection. ‘You don't have me,' she murmured sweetly.

Justin was finding it difficult to breath. He was falling dangerously for this femme fatale. Her mind matched her body; vibrant, healthy, young, and very, very desirable…

‘Justin!' The moment was cruelly interrupted by David's return.

He was wrenched from his dreaming. ‘Yes, okay, I'll be down in a minute!' He clipped Sabrina's leader chain to the wall and made for the door.

‘Justin,' she whispered after him. ‘I am a virgin.'

He turned and gazed hungrily upon her beauty.

‘I hope it is you who makes me a woman.' She turned her eyes away, and Justin left the room.

‘I hope you've been behaving yourself up there,' smiled David. ‘Are you okay? You seem a little edgy.'

Justin laughed nervous. ‘No, I'm fine. You weren't very long in the village.' He tried to make light conversation, although the desire to be Sabrina's first lover, to deflower her and taste the first juices from her body was still foremost in his thoughts.

David had watched the house for long enough to know that Justin wasn't going to do a runner with Sabrina. ‘No. I got halfway there and remember my appointment had been postponed.'

It was time for test number two. If this went all right he would feel happier about his friend. ‘Right, I'm going to make us a coffee, and then we'll get Sabrina down to practice some more fellating.' From the reaction evoked during the previous evening he suspected this would expose Justin's Achilles' heel – if he did indeed have one. ‘Would you pass me the instant from the cupboard?'

Justin reached up to open the door but David slammed it shut.

‘Not that cupboard,' he said hastily. ‘That's the medical one. The coffee's over there.'

They sat at the kitchen table and sipped their steaming brews in silence. When they had finished David asked him to fetch Sabrina and bring her to the sitting room. By the time they entered David was sitting at the table writing, the tawse close at hand.

‘Ah, Sabrina,' he welcomed them like a schoolmaster. ‘You look delightful. Now, I have some letters to finish. While I'm doing so you will kneel under the table between my legs, and practice your oral sex. Do you understand?' He toyed with the tawse menacingly.

Sabrina peeped at Justin, and then nodded.

As the fountain pen resumed its scratching on the writing pad she dutifully crawled under the table while Justin took a seat by the window. He tried to concentrate on the rugged countryside, but the sound of her fumbling and a zip being lowered dragged his attention back to her kneeling beauty. He could see concentration etched on her face; she clearly didn't want to experience the bite of the tawse. He longed to feel those same fingers dancing their magic on his own erection. He could hear her soft voice: ‘I hope it is you who makes me a woman'. He closed his eyes to the torment, but he couldn't hide from her soft moans and the wet sucking of her lips. David couldn't suppress a grunt of satisfaction, and the nib ceased scratching for a moment. Justin ventured to look, and found her doleful eyes fixed steadfastly to his. The pen was laid neatly on the tabletop. David's hips lifted slightly. Sabrina's fingers squeezed into the thighs that embraced her, and she held Justin's stare as her mouth filled…

The pen was picked up again and the correspondence resumed. ‘Justin?' David said casually as if offering his friend a cigarette. ‘Your turn.'

Sabrina crawled over to him. She eased his heavy legs open and nestled between them. ‘You'll always be second,' she whispered as her fingers hovered over his erection. ‘Always second – never first.'

The truth of her words cut deep. Justin pushed her away, more roughly than intended. ‘I'm going for a walk,' he snapped, and stormed from the room.

David smiled to himself; that had been a very useful exercise.

Later at dinner her words repeated on Justin more than the garlic mushrooms. ‘You'll always be second – never first'. It was true. David had total control of everything, and it would be David who ultimately took her virginity. He knew he would be second – if at all. He poured himself the last of the wine and swallowed it selfishly. Why shouldn't he be selfish for once? Anger and frustration were mixing with the alcohol into a potent cocktail. He studied her while she ate; her luxurious dark hair, her sparkling brown eyes, her moist lips, her wonderful pierced breasts – and her words teased him again.

He needed some space – a little time to think.

‘More wine?' he said, jumping to his feet and lifting the empty bottle.

‘In the kitchen,' said David as he popped a last piece of cheese and biscuit into his mouth. ‘In the rack by the fridge. There should be another bottle of Claret out there. Bring it into the sitting room, and Sabrina can attend to our needs while we enjoy it. I'll take her through.'

Justin searched the kitchen for the corkscrew, and eventually found it hanging underneath the medical cupboard.

When he returned to the sitting room he found David once again relaxing with Sabrina between his knees. He poured a particularly generous glass and watched with interest as David took it and savoured a large mouthful. He then sat in the chair opposite and watched Sabrina reluctantly open her tormentor's bathrobe.

David's head lolled forward, and then snapped back. He looked around, clearly a little surprised by something. He tried to place the glass on the side-table, and had to concentrate to judge the distance. His head lolled again. His eyes blinked slowly like those of a ventriloquist's dummy. He reached to touch Sabrina's bemused face, and missed. His hand flopped short onto his thigh, and then slipped further onto the chair. He looked at Justin, realisation suddenly dawning. With one last effort he tried to rise, but slumped unconscious back into the cushions.

Sabrina was alarmed and scurried away across the carpet. ‘Oh, my God! What's happened to him? Is he dead?'

‘Shhh…' Justin soothed her. ‘It's just a little sedative I put in his drink.'

When David regained consciousness he found his surroundings terrifyingly familiar, as was his predicament. He was hanging naked by his wrists in the cavern, a leather belt constricting his elbows and three more around his legs. A leather skullcap was buckled about his head, holding a large leather ball in his mouth.

‘Well, hello,' cooed Sabrina. ‘It appears the teacher is about to become the pupil.' She strolled behind his back, trailing a long tawse. David bucked and writhed helplessly in his bonds as she ran the handle down his spine, before plugging his bottom with the tip. ‘I suppose I ought to thank you,' she continued. ‘I've done a lot of growing up during this last day or two, and yes, you and father are right – university is a bad idea.'

She withdrew the handle and whipped across his buttocks. He thrashed deliciously at the pain, shaking his head from side to side as she continued to taunt him.

‘I think I'll go into business… your business!' Down came the whip again. ‘Of course I need to practice – but then, I've got you to practice on.'

She lashed again, and then again.

‘Is that the right way to do it?' She laughed, bringing stinging blow after stinging blow onto his buttocks and thighs.

‘Or perhaps this? Or this? Or maybe this?' Each stroke of the tawse sent a dozen whipping stings across David's cheeks and legs, leaving burning welts in its wake, taking him to the very limits of pain.

When the whipping stopped David opened his eyes to see Justin standing before him. The sight of his old friend brought renewed hope and he gestured for help, but Justin replied by handing the piercing gun to Sabrina.

She took his penis between finger and thumb as though handling something rather distasteful.

‘What about anaesthetic?' Justin asked.

‘Not this one,' she grinned. ‘He must learn to earn his rewards.' With that she fired the gun, shooting a steel pin through his foreskin. David thrashed and twisted before succumbing to the grateful release of unconsciousness.

Sabrina replaced the pin with a ring, and then she and Justin left the cavern hand in hand.

When they returned David had come round. Sabrina fitted a leader chain to the ring.

‘I'm going to let you down now,' she informed him. ‘If you're foolish enough to try to escape I shall pull you back with this. Do you understand?' She held up the lead for him to see, and waited for him to nod his agreement to her rules. Justin slowly lowered him to the floor. He trembled and struggled to stand, and when Sabrina pushed the lead through his legs he offered no resistance.

They took him upstairs to the sitting room where Sabrina told him to kneel on the floor, and then removed the ball gag. Triumphantly she sat on the sofa in front of him, a tawse in one hand, the chain in the other. It ran under his legs, up his back, and over his shoulder. If she needed to she could tug the chain to pull his cock down and backwards; it was more than enough control.

‘Come here and kiss me,' she ordered, lifting her skirt. His initial reluctance was overcome by a gentle tug on his chain. Dissatisfied with his efforts, she lay the whip across his back.

‘More effort,' she demanded, and desperately David's tongue increased its speed around the two tigers he had created only the day before.

The sight of the beautiful female in such control heightened Justin's almost permanent state of arousal, but her newfound authority was such that he daren't interfere.

Eventually she tired of David's pathetic tongue and told Justin to tether him to the hearth. By the time he had attached the neck chain to the fireplace Sabrina had removed the rest of her clothes and was laying seductively on the sofa.

‘You're no longer second,' she breathed.

Justin needed no further encouragement. He undressed quickly and lay down against her smooth skin. Such was her confident aura he felt a little anxious – unsure of who exactly was the virgin.

She reached down and brought his bursting member to her opening. His glans slipped between her lips, and then he eased forward until he was fully inside. Sabrina groaned throatily, and her legs wrapped instinctively around his waist as his hips rose and fell smoothly. Overcome with emotion they both came quickly, and slumped, breathing heavily, in each other's embrace.

Sabrina was the first to recover. ‘Justin,' she whispered in his ear. ‘Bring David to me.'

With a satisfied glow to her cheeks she resumed her sitting position, took the lead from Justin, and pulled David once more between her legs. ‘Now then,' she tapped his nose with a fingertip. ‘I believe you are in need of some practice.' She looked up and saw Justin dressed and holding David's binoculars. ‘Where are you going?'

‘For a walk,' he answered. ‘I won't be long.'