de Lune, Clair - Fiona's Two Masters [Prometheus in Chains 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (6 page)

Chapter Ten

Master Ruari finished patting her dry, taking her hand and leading her into the bedroom.

“We would like to shave you, if you don’t mind. We’d love to be able to see your bare pussy. It makes oral sex so much better for you, too. You will feel the pleasure so much more keenly. Are you happy for us to do it?”

Fiona had trimmed her pubic hair herself since she ran away. Gordon had not liked her even to cut it. He liked to use it to hurt her and restrain her. Well, fuck him. If these two delicious twins wanted to give her a spa treatment, she wasn’t going to argue. She replied, “Yes, I am happy for you to shave me, Masters.”

Master Alexander had placed a towel on the bed with a plastic sheet under it. He explained in great detail what he was going to do. He had a bowl of scented shaving soap and a badger bristle shaving brush. As he explained to her, the bristles were the best available. Master Ruari went to fetch two bowls of warm water, the razor, a flannel, and some towels. Master Alexander took some small scissors and trimmed her curls. She noticed he didn’t discard her trimmed locks, and wondered what he was going to do with them as Master Ruari carried them carefully, wrapping them up and putting them away.

“She’s so neatly trimmed now I think we can just get on and shave her, don’t you?” he asked.

Master Alexander agreed. He began to make a lather with the brush and gently spread it over her mound and trimmed pubic hair. He swirled the brush around and around, covering all the hair with scented foam from the soap. He took a new razor and very carefully began to shave her. From time to time, he rinsed the razor in one of the bowls and asked for more soapy foam. When all the hair had been removed, he took a flannel from the second bowl of warm water and carefully cleaned off the remaining soap. With a soft towel he patted her dry, and his brother took an antiseptic cream and smoothed it gently over her skin then leaned down and blew gently over her labia. “When we take you next, your pussy will feel so much more sensitive,” he said.

“We shall do this every couple of days, now, or it will be really uncomfortable. We can use different soap if you don’t like this one. We will put some moisturiser on your pussy tonight before bed. This antiseptic cream is a preventative measure in case there has been a small nick, but Master Alexander is very skilled.”

She was amazed and delighted they had taken so much trouble and had been so gentle with her. They had explained what they were going to do, and she had felt no fear or discomfort at all. When her hand strayed down to her pussy, it was softer than she expected, and she felt the touch of her hand so much more than before. She wondered what it would be like when they fucked her and looked forward to finding out. They helped her off the bed and cleared up while she got into a soft robe they had warmed for her.

Soon she was sitting by Emma on the sofa with a cup of tea in her hand while three Doms, with smug expressions on their faces, prepared lunch for them. She felt more relaxed now and ready to face what she knew would be coming.

Chapter Eleven

On the hill overlooking Master Angus’s property, Gordon Pattinson and Jackson had watched the whole episode. Jackson had broken into Emma’s house, but when they examined the laptop he brought back, it had nothing of use to Gordon. It did not have details of her bank accounts, or a list of her friends, as he had hoped it might. There was not a bloody thing he did not know about her already, and he had hurled it to the ground and jumped up and down on it until it was a total wreck. He was furious. She had no right to be with them and no right to enjoy what those bastards had done to her. She was
his
and would suffer for all she had made him do to follow and find her, and boy would he enjoy
that!

They would stay on that hill until she left, then follow her and get her. He smiled in anticipation. They settled down to wait. It was not comfortable as rocks stuck into tender parts of his anatomy. All this was going to be added to her account. He wanted to hear her screams of agony as he took her back hole this time with no lubrication at all. So what if she’d bled and been sore for a week or so? She’d recovered hadn’t she? She owed it to him. She owed him more than that now, and he was going to beat her until she passed out for all the things she had done with those two and more because she had enjoyed it. She had no right to enjoy it.
He
enjoyed it.
She
suffered for his enjoyment, and she was going to suffer even more when he got his hands on her again. He’d teach her to run away from him. That thought kept him going as they waited on the cold hillside.

The five of them left at 9:30 p.m. She drove another girl, and one of the big men drove the other two. When they had gone inside, Gordon and Jackson crept into the car park, leaving their car on the road, ready for a quick getaway. They settled down to wait until she came out. It was 10:00 p.m. when they went into the club, and Gordon thought they’d be out in a few of hours but did not want to go and eat and risk missing her. That was another black mark she had, and she would pay him back in full for them all and very soon now. He licked his lips in anticipation.

* * * *

Fiona was tired after all the excitement of the day, so they decided to leave at midnight, a couple of hours before the club closed. As Fiona was leaving with the two Doms, Master Eric called, “Hang on a minute, I need a word with you both.”

“Wait there, we won’t be long.
Don’t
go outside alone,” Master Alexander said to her.

She was tired. She wanted nothing more than to get in the car, get to bed and sleep. Why couldn’t Master Eric wait until tomorrow? Master Alexander was being high-handed. She thought he was being overcautious, too. After all, the car park was small and covered by CCTV cameras. What could possibly happen to her there? So, she took no notice of what he said. She would just go out into the fresh air and wait for them outside. She opened the door and walked over to her car.

* * * *

Gordon, with his hood up and a Maggie Thatcher mask over his face, threw a folded blanket over the broken glass on the wall of the club.
Did the fools think that was enough to keep me or anyone else out?
Next he sprayed paint over the lens of the CCTV camera. He saw her come out of the club. His luck was in, she was alone. He watched as Jackson grabbed her from behind and placed one hand over her mouth.

“Hello, bitch! You thought you’d get away from me, did you? Here comes retribution!” Gordon said.

First, he took a knife to her clothes, so what if it nicked her skin? She had it coming. The bitch struggled against Jackson, but he held her tight.

Gordon punched her in the stomach, snarling.

“Be still, stupid cunt, or it will be the worse for you. Those scars on your arms will be the least of your worries.”

As he spoke he trailed the knife along the side of her neck and down to her breasts, sticking the point into her flesh just below the nipple. She must have felt the trickle of blood because she froze. She was afraid of him still then! That was something!

“I could take this nipple as a souvenir. Then your new boyfriends wouldn’t look twice at you.”

Gordon knew he had terrified her with his threats. She believed he might do it. It might even be amusing to cut her up a bit. He couldn’t believe that the stupid bitch still struggled to get free. Luckily, Jackson held on tight. There was fight in the bitch though. He enjoyed it when she fought. It was all the more amusing when she realised she could not get the better of him. She brought her knee up fast and connected with his balls. He backed away, clutching himself in agony and moaning. Luckily, he had read her intent. She hadn’t caught him the crippling blow she had intended. He managed to get back on his feet. She was going to pay for that little trick. “Move your arm off her face,” he said.

As Jackson complied, Gordon struck a hard blow to the side of her head. It was so hard it hurt his hand, something else to add to her final account. That stupid Jackson didn’t have a tight enough hold on her, and the blow knocked her into her car. The alarm went off, making a hell of a noise. It would bring attention he didn’t want. He watched her slither down the side of the door to the ground, trying to protect her head. He and Jackson got in some kicks before he heard the doors open and men come running out. He and Jackson ran off. They made the car tyres spin as they sped away.

* * * *

Masters Alexander, Ruari, and Eric ran into the car park. Master Alexander called Fiona’s name, but she didn’t answer. Eric went to the entrance of the car park and saw the brake lights of a car speeding away. He said he didn’t manage to read the number plate. Ruari and Alexander began to look for her, calling her name as they searched. Alexander went to her car and found her in a heap on the floor. She wasn’t conscious and he didn’t want to move her. He sent Ruari for a blanket to cover her and phoned for an ambulance. When it came the flashing blue lights lit up the small car park and the pathetic little figure on the floor. The police, who had arrived at the same time, set about investigating the incident. Alexander explained what had happened and the paramedics got her into the ambulance and off to the hospital.

Chapter Twelve

In Casualty, Alexander, sat impatiently waiting as the doctor on duty examined her. His brother, Eric, and Emma sat with him. Alexander had wanted to be present, but there was little room in the cubicle, and the Sister in charge of the ward had insisted they all sit and wait. The doctor came out from behind the curtain. Alexander strode over to him, followed by the others.

“I’m keeping her in tonight as she may have a concussion. None of the wounds on her body need stitching, but they do need cleaning. She has badly bruised ribs and abdomen where she was kicked, and she will have an X-ray to make sure there are no broken ribs. She will have bad bruising to her torso and probably a black eye. Is there anyone who lives with her?”

“She is staying with us,” Alexander said, before Emma had time to open her mouth.

“I will give her medication for the pain, but it will make her groggy, and she should not be left alone for a couple of days with that knock on the head. If there is blood in her urine, she must come back here immediately.”

Alexander assured him they would not leave her alone. They sat down and waited until she came back from the X-ray department by which time the doctor had found her a bed on a ward. They were allowed to accompany her up to the ward but could not stay for long as there were three other patients in the same side ward as her, all needing their sleep. Alexander decided they ought to sit in the waiting area off the corridor. She had been able to tell them some part of what had happened, and the police would be interviewing her later that day when the doctor gave his permission. He intended to be present. Ruari agreed with him. Eric was going to take Emma home, but first he told them he wanted to speak to Jack, as he had given him the name of Fiona’s ex-boyfriend. He wanted to see if Jack had managed to trace him or had any other useful information. Eric put the phone on speaker, and they all listened to what Jack had to say.

“Gordon Pattinson, her ex-boyfriend, put her in the hospital several times with broken bones. And there was an incident with severe burns to her arms. After the first incident, she made a statement, but his family ‘persuaded’ her to retract it, and so he couldn’t be charged. His sister and mother took her to the police station to withdraw the statement, and although the police there suspected she had done it under duress, there was nothing they could do about it. She is lucky she wasn’t charged with wasting police time or perverting the course of justice. It has happened to more than one woman in her situation, disgraceful as that might seem to be. No more statements were made. Checks at the local hospitals, however, have revealed that there were further incidents. She was never taken to the same hospital twice. Then somehow she managed to get free of him.”

Jack said he had the local constabulary check, and Gordon was not at his home address, and Jackson was missing, too. Descriptions of both men and his and Gordon’s car’s registration numbers were being circulated in Sheffield and surrounding areas.

On hearing all this, Alexander was very concerned for her safety.

He thought they ought not to leave the hospital. Both he and his brother
were
worried about her safety and had seen a scruffy-looking man in the corridor. He looked out of place, and he was behaving suspiciously. Although he was dressed in an orderly’s uniform, there was something odd about him. He was walking along the corridor to the ward, but he had quickly gone back toward the stairs and lifts when he saw them. They were tempted to follow him but thought better of it in case it was done to lure them away and leave her vulnerable for another attack.

Chapter Thirteen

Later that morning, after the police had been to interview her, Fiona was sitting up, having breakfast. Her head ached, and her bruises throbbed, but no bones were broken, and she felt safe in the ward. That was until she lifted up her cup and found a note under it.