Teena: A House of Ill Repute (29 page)

He nodded solemnly. 'But of course, a very clever lady you are as well as most beautiful being.' He stepped over to me, took me by the shoulders and bent to kiss my leather-lined lips, my padded bosom pressing hard against his massive chest. 'Brave for a little longer must you be,' he said, stepping back, 'and then it will be done. And remember, Erik will be close by and harm not shall come to you.'

In the barn I had already installed Millie and Mandy. We did not have any of Pottinger's artistry to help with the effects, but our tame shoemaker and now willing assistant, Milton Faraday, had excelled with the bridles they now wore, even if he had professed himself astonished any man would want to see a woman wearing such a thing. Having said that, when he finally saw the finished articles being modelled, I suspect he underwent a rapid change of heart.

The girls themselves played their parts to the full, obediently trotting around the inside of the barn with high stepping strides, knees coming up level with their waists, as the three men took turns at schooling them. Morlan and Julian seemed more than content with this horseplay, but I soon saw Hacklebury wanted more.

'You are growing bored, Sir Gregory?' I asked, as he stood detached from the main group, watching with fading interest and smoking a long thin cigar.

He turned to me, his face darker now in the flickering lantern light. 'Amusing games, Contessa,' he replied, 'but I was led to believe there was far more to your entertainment than this.'

'And so there is, Sir Gregory,' I replied coolly. 'Perhaps you would like to see something a little special? I think I can promise you an experience the likes of which you will not forget until your dying day.'

'A bold claim, Contessa,' he said dryly, 'but I am willing to be impressed, if you are that confident.'

'I am very confident, sir. Perhaps you would like to accompany me back to the house? Your friends can join us later, when they tire of this diversion. Cassandra, perhaps you could offer the gentlemen some wine. Sir Gregory and I are going back now. He seems eager to meet Molly, I think.'

'As would any man be,' Indira replied lightly. 'So why keep him waiting. The other gentlemen will be perfectly safe here with me for a while.'

Hacklebury said little on the way back along the river path, but I could feel impatience radiating from him. He was so eager to find a new way to sate his perverted lust that I imagined I could smell it as he strode along in his tight leather breeches and jacket, the new hide creaking with his every eager stride.

Upstairs, Molly was already strapped to the cross dressed only in boots, stockings and a tight corset. The gold rings clipped to her full nipples hung clear and unfettered and her shaven crotch was thrust wantonly in full view.

'She has already been beaten,' I said as I closed the door behind us, 'but you may beat her again later, if you think she deserves it. Meantime, I think you will find her the most entertaining and willing partner a man could want. May I offer you a glass of wine, whilst I prepare her for you properly?' I strode across to where Indira had earlier set the small side table with two wine bottles and several glasses. I picked up the bottle on the left and quickly filled two glasses. I passed one to Hacklebury and raised the other to my lips. 'Your good health,' I said, and then, as if suddenly remembering something, I lowered the glass and strode back across to the rack where we stored our impressive array of accessories. 'Pardon me, sir, but I should have checked her myself earlier. She should be wearing this until you are ready for her.' I picked up a long dildo that hung from a basic harness and made my way back over to Molly, leaving my glass on the table on the way.

I stooped in front of Molly, gently stroking my fingers across her sex, which I could see was already very wet. A natural for this, was our Molly, but then the same could now be said of her two companions. 'You will notice the extreme length of this implement,' I remarked as I raised it to her nether lips. 'I have yet to encounter any man who can boast he would match it, and yet, as you will see, Molly can accommodate it easily.' I pushed the shaft home and Molly, her head lolling to one side, groaned in appreciation.

'At the same time,' I continued, 'she is very tight and has superb muscle control, which Cassandra taught her. They have such interesting techniques in the Orient, don't you agree? There, hold that yourself for a moment, slut.' I straightened up, leaving the dildo inside her and the harness straps dangling between her legs. 'It will not slip out, as you can see,' I said smugly, 'even though the harness must way half a pound on its own...

'Why, Sir Gregory, you must have been quite thirsty. Let me refill your glass and you can test her muscle control for yourself. Try to pull it out of her and you'll be surprised at how much effort is required.' Without waiting for a reply, I took the empty wineglass from him and walked over to refill it.

Hacklebury, meanwhile, eagerly accepted my invitation. 'Quite impressive,' he agreed, accepting the glass I offered him. 'I think perhaps I would like to experience those muscles on a more intimate level.' He swigged another mouthful and I stepped past him, bending to withdraw the dildo, which slipped out easily enough when Molly relaxed her devilish grip on it.

'Let me take the glass,' I offered, reaching for it. 'You'll find that if you just undo those two buckles at the front, you will be able to drop the front of your breeches for convenience.' My instructions were unnecessary, however, for Hacklebury's fingers were already fumbling at the straps, and before I had need of saying anything further, the triangular crotch-piece fell away, revealing that long, slightly curving cock I remembered only too well. He massaged its length proudly and leered at me.

'You think your cock-piece there is so long now, eh Contessa?' he boasted. 'Perhaps you'd like to sample it yourself later; mine, I mean, not that wood and leather thing.'

'Perhaps,' I replied coolly. 'It is indeed a proud and impressive weapon you have. But first the girl. Let's see how you handle her.'

In the end it was almost too easy and was over before Hacklebury had time to realise it. At first everything proceeded exactly as he would have anticipated, with him turning to Molly, stooping slightly and shuffling in between her spread-eagled legs. He entered her without ceremony, driving in to the hilt with a vigour that brought a gasp from her, and immediately began thrusting, at the same time mauling her breasts and pulling horribly on her nipples so that for a moment I thought he would tear them from her body.

And then, as his heart pumped the blood faster and faster the drugged wine took effect, and so rapidly he had barely time to register something was not quite as it should be before he collapsed, dropping to his knees as his glistening member slipped out of its warm sheath with an audible plopping sound. He made one feeble attempt to rise, grasping at the strap that held Molly's waist, and then fell backwards and sideways, his eyes rolling up until only the whites were visible. His eyelids fluttered once, twice, and then closed as his head hit the floor with a satisfying thump.

I stepped forward, peering down at him from behind my mask, my own heart thundering madly. I extended one boot, prodded him in the side, and then flicked the toe across his shaft, which inexplicably remained as rigid as before. 'More fight in that than there is between your ears!' I exclaimed. I turned to Molly, who was slowly recovering from her own reverie. 'Well done, my girl,' I said softly. I looked at the red marks over her chest. 'You'll get the chance to repay our friend for that,' I promised. 'And now, let me release you and you can have the pleasure of preparing him for the
coup de grace
.'

'You gonna let me stick him with a knife, mistress?' Molly grinned as I stepped over to her.

I laughed as I reached for the first strap buckle. 'No, I've got something much better than that to stick him with, and unfortunately, neither you nor I are properly equipped to do the job. However, I know a man who can.'

Paulie entered the action rather reluctantly to begin with, mostly because he was cringing with embarrassment from the way we had prepared him for his role. He must initially have been convinced we were simply out to humiliate him, whereas the real object of the exercise was to inflict the maximum humiliation on Hacklebury, and Paulie was simply an instrument to that end.

With Erik's assistance Indira had made the young man ready beforehand and left him in one of the unused attic rooms until it was time to introduce him. The wicked girl had not missed a trick, first lacing Paulie into a tight corset and putting him into stockings, lacy frilled garters and a pair of high-heeled French-style shoes that must have been cramping his toes terribly. She had added long gloves and a velvet choker and then rouged his cheeks and painted his lips. But as the corset stopped well below his chest, and his hair, though longish was obviously cut in a masculine style, even without the fact that his male genitalia were left openly displayed, it was obvious this exotic creature was simply a man dressed as a woman.

While Hacklebury was unconscious, we stripped him of his leather and laced him into a corset that was the twin of Paulie's. After a brief consultation we continued to add to his costume similarly, although there were no shoes large enough to accommodate his feet.

'Don't bother much with his face,' I instructed. 'Maybe a couple of rouge patches on his cheeks, though even that's not important.'

Erik lifted the sleeping figure onto the horse and Indira and Molly quickly fastened the various restraining straps. A bucket was then placed directly beneath Hacklebury's head, in case the drugged wine resulted in him being sick when he first came round. The fellow from whom Erik had obtained the innocuous looking clear liquid had assured him the potion was completely harmless and caused no side effects, but I preferred not to take chances and time spent with a mop would be time wasted.

However, I need not have worried, for not only did Hacklebury regain consciousness without such problems, the way in which he did so was remarkable for its speed. Whatever the drug was I did not, and still do not know, but one moment the bizarre figure was slumped lifeless, and the next it was bucking and squirming in its bonds as the full realisation of his situation struck with the force of a sledgehammer, followed almost as rapidly by the realisation that struggling was pointless. There ensued from his lips a stream of the most foul abuse and threats, then he fell silent as Indira and I, still masked, simply stood and let our prisoner finish venting his spleen.

'That's better,' I said when I judged that the tirade was at least temporarily over. I stepped forward and stooped down, raising Hacklebury's chin so his face was level with my own. 'It really will be a lot easier for you if you accept there's nothing you can do to escape what's coming. And, who knows, if you're a good fellow and please us with your performance, you might even come out of this with your worthless, cheating, lying, bullying hide in more or less one piece.'

'What do you want from me?' he demanded, though the hesitancy in his voice betrayed utter fear.

I laughed and let his head drop, but he raised it himself, apparently desperate to keep me in view. 'That's a good question,' I replied easily. 'However, the answer is not so simple. What do I want? Well, for a start, I'd like to see you spend a year in one of those awful dog suits in a cold damp cellar and have some brute of a keeper fuck the arse off you twice a day. Then you'd know what it feels like to be Maudie. Oh, she's safe by the way.'

'Safe?' A look of puzzlement creased his features, for of course he had no idea of Maudie's suffering. As far as he was concerned, Maudie had run off with Erik.

I explained. 'You see,' I finished, 'your dear, loyal Megan lied to you. It was Angelina who did a bunk and Maudie who took her place as the human bitch. And Megan didn't even dispose of Maudie as she said she would dispose of Angelina. Instead, she kept the poor bitch in an underground hole you wouldn't want a rabbit to live in.'

'You're lying!' Hacklebury snarled. 'It was the stupid little peasant who ran off. Angelina was still there, I saw her. I—'

'You fucked her?' I finished for him, and laughed harshly. 'You saw what Megan wanted you to see and you fucked poor Maudie, who couldn't tell you, and couldn't do anything except stand there while you did it. The way you did to Angelina and the way you think you can to any woman you choose.'

'How do you know all this?' His features were frozen, his eyes wide and bulging. 'Who are you?'

'Haven't you guessed?' It took Indira several seconds to loosen the laces at the back of my mask and I think the penny was already rolling, even if it hadn't properly dropped, even before I pulled the leather hood off my head. He blinked, but even with my still quite short hair, there was no way he could deny the truth now standing before him. 'Surprise, surprise!' I mocked. 'Poor, helpless little Angelina now has the big bully-boy exactly where he had her not so long ago.'

'I - I don't—'

'You don't understand? You don't know what to say? You don't believe it?' I was beginning to enjoy this role reversal, determined to make the bastard suffer as much mentally as he was certainly going to suffer physically. I stepped back two paces and twirled around away from him, hands on my hips.

'Well, you started it with the leather thing,' I told him, 'but I think even you would have to agree that this outfit is far more becoming. Do you like what you see, Gregory, my dear?' I turned again and beckoned to Paulie, who had remained standing alongside Erik in the corner behind Hacklebury out of his field of vision. 'And what about this delightful creature, hmm?' I ushered the blushing young man around so he was standing immediately in front of Hacklebury. 'Don't you think he looks quite sweet, Gregory dear? Prettier in his frillies than you are, I'd say, but look at this, what have we here?' I knelt and cupped Paulie's balls in one hand, raising them slightly so his tumescent shaft bobbed and waved. 'Not so impressive as your tackle,' I said, 'but not bad for a little sissy.'