Deceived and Enslaved (9 page)

'But nobody has sent me.'

'No, but as I said, Willingham has already recognized a type. Admit it, Lillian, part of you is very interested.'

Lillian shook her head, as Sonia reached down and then under Lillian's skirt, and ever so lightly with the back of her hand began to brush Lillian's pubic hair through her panties. It seemed so natural, so normal, a mere extension of her maternal caresses.

Lillian sighed appreciatively, raising her head and parting her lips to meet Sonia's beautiful mouth.

'Stay here a moment, Lillian, there is something I want to show you.' Sonia got up from the bed where she had been kissing and caressing Lillian and left the room. She returned a moment later with a videotape that she inserted into the base of the television.

'I think you should watch this. This will show you what Lord Willingham does.'

The video came on. It seemed to have been shot from several different angles and then edited quite professionally. Lillian said as much.

'Lord Willingham keeps it to show others how he trains these girls or sometimes just to watch for his own amusement.'

The first thing that Lillian saw was Everton sitting at the head of the table. A beautiful girl sat opposite him. Her hair was black and long, trailing down to the small of her back. Willingham, who sat beside her, was looking at the voluptuous curve of her breasts. The girl had soft, satiny skin and the stunningly lucid olive-green eyes.

'Who is the girl?' Lillian asked Sonia.

'She's called Penny. She was sent here a month ago by Sir Ralph Simmons to be trained by Lord Willingham.'

Both women watched the video excitedly.

Willingham started speaking. 'Well, my dear, you've been a very good girl so far. I'm very impressed.'

Penny, the girl, looked very apprehensive and nervous.

'I know Mr Simmons thinks you're very special,' Willingham continued.

The girl blushed.

'Do you know why Mr Simmons sent you here, Penny?' He spoke calmly and quietly.

'To be trained, he told me, so I can be a better servant,' Penny said, keeping her eyes downward.

'
Sir!
When you speak to me, or Mr Everton here, you must always address us as "sir". Do you understand?' he asked calmly but forcefully.

'Yes, sir.' Penny kept her head lowered.

'Well, you are right, Penny, you were sent here to be trained and tested, to see if you are worthy of your employer.' Willingham looked straight into the young girl's eyes. Penny was still looking down at the polished wood of the table.

Willingham continued. 'You have probably noticed that your employer is unusual in that he expects extremely high standards of you. He despises insolence and disobedience and he expects you to do exactly what he asks without questioning why. For this reason Mr Simmons selected you. You were deemed to be an especially good and obedient girl, and you have been handsomely rewarded and taken care of as a consequence.'

'Yes, sir, I know, sir.'

'I have had many girls like you under my roof. Some do marvellously well; others fall by the wayside. I hope I have a girl here who will achieve everything that her employer wants.'

Lillian could not believe the manner in which Willingham was talking to this grown woman, as if she was a child, nor how the girl seemed to accept his authority without questioning it. This girl, Penny, actually seemed flattered by the praise.

'Please stand up, Penny.'

The girl did seem surprised by the request but she still tentatively obeyed, her fulsome chest heaving, pushing out the stretched material of her finely cut, vermilion evening gown.

Willingham pushed aside her chair. He inspected her from behind, trailing his eyes over her voluptuous bottom, then down along the seams of her black stockings.

She instinctively seemed to know that she was not permitted to look behind her. Penny's head remained still and upright, but out of the corner of her eyes she tried to trail the figure loitering behind her.

'How long have you been in Mr Simmons's employ?'

'Two months, sir.'

'And you do like working for him?'

'Yes, sir. I have never worked for anybody who I liked so much,' she said enthusiastically in her breathy voice.

'And you are prepared to do whatever I or Mr Simmons require?'

'Oh yes, sir. I would do anything for Mr Simmons,' she said gushingly.

Willingham cast his eyes along her beautiful back, the nape of her neck and either side of the flow of her jet-black hair, the enticing jut of her shoulder-blades.

'And you know that Mr Simmons is going to expect you to do things which wouldn't happen in other places you might work in?'

'Yes, sir,' she answered confidently.

'Are you ready to begin your first lesson then?' Willingham asked gently, placing his thick hands on her upper arms.

'Yes, sir.'

'For your first lesson, my girl, you are going to learn what will happen if you are a disobedient girl.'

Willingham turned Penny around so that she faced him. He cupped her chin in his palm, and then glided his outstretched fingers over the taut sinews of her neck, down the flat of her upper chest, to the swell of her breasts. His eyes inspected her attentively. Penny's excited breathing had accelerated to a nervous pant. His hand felt hot and sticky on the coolness of her flesh.

'Yes, I can see that you would like to please Mr Simmons.'

'Yes, sir.'

Willingham kept on slowly moving his hand up and down her body between her bare neck and her vermilion-clad breasts.

Lillian watched the video, holding on to Sonia's hand. She had never seen anything like it before, such a submissive girl about to do whatever Willingham said. It didn't look to Lillian that the girl needed any training. She seemed to be perfectly submissive. She turned to look at Sonia. Sonia smiled at her. It seemed to Lillian that Sonia was quite excited by the video, but as Lillian turned back to look at the screen, she had to confess that the thought of that girl being chastised by the brutal Willingham was arousing her too. She turned her attention back to the screen. Willingham was still interrogating the girl.

'And there are probably other ways that you would like to please him as well? You are very attracted to him, aren't you?'

Penny didn't speak, but blushed again. Her nervous breathing was very heavy now.

'You know that there are certain things he likes to do with young ladies?'

'Yes, sir.' The girl suddenly seemed to become excited.

'Well then, you do know that you have to please me as well while you are here? Those are Mr Simmons's precise instructions.'

'Yes, sir.' Penny spoke softly; her eyes cast down this time on Willingham's hands.

'Please look at me,' Willingham commanded softly. Penny's eyes slowly rose to meet his fearful stare.

Her dress was buttoned at the front. Willingham slowly began to undo the top button, exposing the white skin of her breasts.

Penny stood completely still, her arms rigid by her sides.

Willingham undid the second button; the edge of Penny's black, patterned bra came into view. Willingham studied it approvingly, before returning to gaze at her eyes. Penny averted her gaze.

'Look at me!' Willingham instructed for the second time.

She did as she was told.

'Are you a virgin, my dear?' Willingham asked, his voice becoming gentle.

'No!' she replied, shocked by the intimate nature of the question.

'No,
sir
,' Willingham reminded her.

'No, sir,' she repeated.

'Good. When did you lose your virginity?' Willingham sounded momentarily like some kind village doctor.

'When I was sixteen, sir,' Penny answered, not particularly liking this line of questioning.

'Who to?'

'To Marcus. He was a friend from college.'

'Did you enjoy it? Did you enjoy having sex with Marcus?'

'Yes, sir.'

'Tell me about it. Where did he touch you?'

Her eyes dilated but she made no response.

'Did he touch you here?' Willingham scrunched his hand over the black cotton of her brassiere, pinching her nipple until Penny winced. It had hurt her, but the shudder it sent through her body also excited her.

'Yes, sir,' she replied, gasping.

'Did he touch you here?' Willingham's hand slowly slid up her dress and grasped her sex over her panties. Penny flinched as Willingham squeezed hard. She could feel his rigid fingers squash against her sex lips.

Lillian could feel herself getting very excited now. If she had been alone her fingers might have strayed between her sex lips. Lillian had often enjoyed masturbating, but she had never been aroused by such a sight of male domination.

'Yes, sir,' Penny replied breathily to Willingham's question. All the time Willingham held her in his crude grasp his eyes stared at her. There was something almost hypnotic about his gaze, Lillian noticed.

'Hmmm, good.'

Willingham returned to the buttons at the front of her dress, undoing the third and the fourth, so the dress was hanging loosely. He pulled the shoulder straps over her arms so that the black material fell to its belted waist and her midriff was exposed below the black bra.

Willingham pulled down each bra-cup. Her nipples were thick and rubbery, two beautiful pink auroras centred in the white porcelain flesh. Willingham removed his hand from her breast and lifted her face, making sure that her eyes continued to stare into his as he tweaked on each teat, pinching them lightly between his forefinger and thumb. The pressure of Willingham's fingers made her jolt, and she let out a surprised little yelp.

'Don't make any noise, my dear,' he said softly, relaxing his grip on her nipples. 'And are you going to do everything that I tell you?'

'Yes, sir, if Mr Simmons says I should,' she said as stoically as she could.

'And what will happen if you don't?'

'I'd imagine I will lose my job, sir.'

'And you don't want to do that?' Willingham's voice was hypnotic, almost incantatory.

'No, sir, I love working for Mr Simmons.'

'And what will I do to you Penny, if you are not a good girl?'

'You will punish me, sir.' She seemed to say it automatically without thinking, looking at the brute of a man who towered over her.

'That's right, Penny, that's exactly what I'll do. And I would be right to punish you, wouldn't I?'

'Yes, sir.'

'And do you know how exactly I will punish you?'

'I don't know, sir.'

'I'll cane you hard, Penny, on your bottom. Six of the best. Or I'll ask Mr Everton to do it for me. Do you think you'd like that, to be punished?'

'I don't think so, sir.'

Lillian stared at the close up of the girl's face. She looked absolutely terrified.

'Has anyone ever punished you before?'

'No, sir,' she answered.

'But you've thought about it, haven't you?'

'No, sir, I'm always a good girl.'

'I don't believe you, Penny. Tell me the truth,' Willingham said, gently scrunching her voluptuous bared breast in his hand.

'Sometimes, sir, sometimes I've thought about being punished,' she eventually replied, but Lillian had the distinct impression she was saying it only to pacify Willingham.

'That's better. And it's a strange feeling because part of you feels very scared but a little part of you is excited by the idea. Isn't that true, Penny?'

'Yes, sir, it's true,' she said, looking ashamed.

'So I am going to give you a little taste now of what will happen. Not to really hurt you, you understand my dear, but just so you know. Is that all right with you, Penny?'

Penny's bottom lip was starting to quiver. 'Yes, sir.'

'You do understand why I have to do this? Because if I don't then you won't know, will you, so it might stop you doing something naughty.'

'Yes, sir, I understand.'

Lillian thought the girl looked as if she was going to cry.

'Everton,' Willingham intoned, 'if you would be so kind.'

Everton walked up to Penny. He took her gently by the shoulder, slowly turned her round, and then pressed her upper torso against the mahogany of the table. Willingham stood behind him observing the scene.

'Arms straight please, Penny,' Willingham instructed the girl before leaning over to her and pulling her arms across the table, so that they lay extended before him, her firm bare breasts squashed onto the table.

Penny's covered bottom now lay plumped on the edge of the table. Everton pulled down her clinging black silk panties until they rested at the knee. Penny's legs automatically clenched together in some vain attempt to protect whatever modesty remained. Everton eased her panties down over her three-inch-heeled shoes. He then lifted up her dress so that it rested in the small hollow of her back. Her white buttocks were now revealed before his cool eyes, the white flesh of her thighs contrasted to the darkness of her seamed stockings.

Every movement Everton made contained a clinical, almost nonchalant indifference to the indignity he was inflicting on the innocent English girl.

Everton didn't cane Penny straight away. First he prodded her with the stick, before running its length between the cleft of her bottom. Penny, so Lillian thought, must have been able to feel the smooth coolness of the stick against the heat of her jutting sex.

Suddenly Everton stopped prodding the girl.

Penny's face rested against the polished wood, her eyes clenched tight. She looked as if she wanted the cane to strike, to get her punishment over with as soon as she could.

Everton brought the cane back behind him. Like a golfer practicing his swing, he levered it down to Penny's exposed bottom, stopping short of actually hitting her, but the swish it made cut through the heavy silence of the room. His swing, when it eventually came, was practised and accurate.

Penny let out a yelp as soon as the cane made contact with her skin, her bottom wriggling against the force of the blow.

Lillian jumped a little on the bed with the violent force of the blow, her eyes mesmerized by the scene, imagining momentarily what it would be like to be in Penny's place, to have the cold, handsome Everton cane her like that on her bare bottom.