The Price of Desire (10 page)

Bunnie's eyes did not leave the Mistress, and when she had finished she stood absolutely naked, smiling slightly.

‘Very good, Bunnie,' praised Mistress, as one would a child. ‘I have a feeling you're going to be a natural.'

‘Thank you, Mistress,' Bunnie replied.

The PVC-clad stranger turned to look at Georgie. ‘Well?' she demanded with a stern expression, and when she received no response she continued. ‘I can see you're going to be a bit of a handful.' Her piercing eyes looked Georgie up and down, making Georgie feel exposed and vulnerable as if she was naked already. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, her heart pounding, and it took every ounce of concentration just to keep breathing.

‘Mmmm, I do like a challenge,' purred Mistress. ‘Now strip, and if I have to tell you again I won't hesitate to teach you some manners. I think twenty strokes of the cane should do it.'

Georgie felt her legs turn to jelly as she looked at the array of whips, crops and canes displayed ominously on the walls. She turned to look at Bunnie, but Bunnie was gazing at the Mistress as if she was the only woman on the planet. Georgie felt a pang of resentment; Bunnie had never looked at her in that way.

She turned back to the Mistress, whose eyes momentarily darted to the display of instruments on the wall, the significance of this small gesture not lost on Georgie, and her insides began to squirm. So with sullen resignation she unbuttoned her shirt, and a smug smile spread across the Mistress' lips as she let it fall to the floor.

‘I knew you would come round to my way of thinking, one way or another.'

Georgie hung her head and concentrated hard on the floor, she couldn't bare to see the smirk of satisfaction on the woman's face as she got her way. Her trousers and bra now also discarded, she paused before easing down her white silky panties. She had gone too far to back out now; she had to see this through. Stepping out of the flimsy garment she stood up straight, this time meeting Mistress' eyes defiantly.

The Mistress dropped her gaze to take in Georgie's naked form. Like a lioness stalking her prey she approached, slowly circling, inspecting her from every angle. She stroked a latex-gloved hand over Georgie's buttocks, the girl almost flinching at the touch but remaining resolutely still, a slight blush on her cheeks.

Mistress stopped in front of her and Georgie could feel her warm breath on her face, so close her nipples were touching the PVC cat-suit. To her dismay she felt her nipples respond to the stimulation, and didn't need to look down to know they were puckered and erect.

‘See, now that wasn't so hard, was it?' whispered Mistress, still unbearably close.

‘No,' Georgie mumbled.

‘No?' repeated Mistress, her voice rising.

‘No, Mistress,' Georgie corrected herself.

Mistress stepped back and started to pace in front of the naked pair. ‘Your dearest cousin asked me to instruct you on the correct behaviour for a certain social gathering tonight. You will need to seem comfortable in the surroundings and you will need to look like you belong.' Mistress paused to allow herself to linger on each naked girl in turn. ‘I can see we have a lot of work to do, and although I admit I am the best in the business, I can't work miracles. In the normal course of events I would love to have some fun with you in particular, Georgie, as it's always more enjoyable when they put up a bit of a fight.'

She smiled at her in such a malevolent way that Georgie's stomach did a back-flip.

‘However, for our purpose today you shall be the Dom, and Bunnie...' she seemed to linger on the name, ‘you are a natural.'

‘Thank you, Mistress,' Bunnie responded without hesitation.

‘Yes, you will be our sub, and I will be your instructor. Right, now we all know our place, let's start with the basics. Follow me, both of you.'

‘Yes, Mistress,' the girls chorused, and followed to a far corner of the basement, to a metal trestle table covered in black rubber. There were straps and buckles attached to it, and Georgie prayed they were not going to be used on her.

‘Bunnie, step forward and bend over the table,' Mistress demanded, and as Bunnie complied with the demand Georgie's momentary relief that it wasn't her was quickly replaced with concern for her own fate.

‘Now Georgie, I want you to secure her wrists and ankles with the straps provided.'

Shakily, Georgie approached the trestle and crouched to fix the leather ankle straps. She had to pull Bunnie's legs wide apart for her ankles to reach the restraints, and Bunnie's petite size meant she had to stand on tiptoe once her wrists had been secured, her body stretched across the table.

Georgie stepped back to admire her handiwork. She had to admit that beside their bizarre situation she couldn't help but be impressed. Bunnie's milky buttocks were presented and vulnerable, allowing both instructor and pupil to see her pretty quim peeking out between her thighs, and Georgie felt a flutter in her stomach that had nothing to do with the intimidating latex vixen behind her.

‘Good. Now, Georgie, I want you to spank her bottom. I want you to make it nice and pink for me,' Mistress ordered.

Georgie thought she heard Bunnie whimper, but she was too lost in her own thoughts to care, the enticing sight of Bunnie's naked body pinned down before her encouraging her to follow Mistress' orders without question. She stood behind her friend, gazing at the flawless globes of flesh before her.

‘Well, what are you waiting for?' snapped Mistress. ‘Get on with it.'

Georgie hesitated for a split second longer, then slowly raised a shaky hand and brought it down with a sharp smack on Bunnie's left buttock. Bunnie let out a startled cry but Georgie's hand was already raised again, poised for the next strike. Bringing her hand down again, harder this time, the loud slap filled the room. Bunnie let out another cry but Georgie barely noticed as she watched the colour rising in those pretty cheeks. Again and again she rhythmically spanked Bunnie. She was mesmerised by the rippling flesh and delighted at how it bounced and wobbled with each well placed slap.

Despite Bunnie's squeals and shrieks Georgie could tell she was enjoying it as much as she was. Her pussy was blossoming and glistening juices were running down her thighs.

‘Stop!' ordered Mistress, causing Georgie to jump and bringing her out of her reverie. She had completely forgotten the woman was standing behind her the whole time. Her face flushed with humiliation as she was suddenly aware of her own arousal. The exertion had made her breathless and her naked body was covered in a sheen of perspiration.

‘I think she's warmed up nicely, don't you?' Mistress asked, in a mocking tone.

‘Yes, Mistress,' mumbled Georgie, head bowed. She was ashamed of her own readiness to obey the orders.

The click of heels on the polished floor made Georgie look up. Mistress walked over to the trestle table to which Bunnie was strapped and ran a hand delicately over her pink rump, letting two fingers stroke her slippery pouting sex. Bunnie let out a gasp of excitement, but it was short-lived as Mistress withdrew her hand and turned back to Georgie.

‘Good work, but we still have a long way to go. Your friend doesn't seem to have responded to her punishment at all. In fact, I think she actually enjoyed it. You'll have to try harder. Let's see if we can teach her a lesson she won't forget.'

Mistress moved away and stood with her back to Georgie studying the whips, crops and chains on display. Georgie's heart was beating wildly, and anticipating what was about to happen she wanted to run. But she was frozen, her feet rooted to the spot. And where would she run to anyway? She was stark naked and she couldn't just leave Bunnie strapped to the trestle with the psychotic Mistress. The only person who knew of their whereabouts was Richard, and as her thoughts turned to her cousin she felt anger replace her fear. How could he have sent them here and placed them at the mercy of this woman?

Mistress turned and walked back towards Georgie carrying her implement of choice, and a manic gleam in her eye. It was a short leather riding crop, her fingers slowly stroking its length as she approached.

‘Seeing as you're a beginner I thought we'd start with something nice and easy. Now let's see what you can really do,' she said, holding out the crop. The more apparent Georgie's disquiet became the more Mistress seemed to enjoy it, and at that moment Georgie resolved not to give her the satisfaction. She snatched the crop out of her hand and lashed it down upon poor Bunnie's bare behind.

Mistress shrieked with derisive laughter. Bunnie, on the other hand, was caught off guard. Her cry was like that of a wounded animal as she tugged against her restraints, but Georgie couldn't take her eyes off the delicious vision of her quivering red bottom now sporting an angry red line.

‘I may have underestimated you,' said Mistress, as Bunnie's shriek subsided. ‘It looks like you have a little more spark than I gave you credit for.'

Georgie's response was to land another heart-stopping thwack across the pink cheeks of Bunnie's trembling buttocks. The bound girl seemed to freeze, and after a second of silence her agony exploded from her. She wailed and howled, glistening with sweat as she convulsed on the bench. There was something primitive about the way she thrashed against her restraints, and Georgie felt something close to pride as she watched the second red line blossom into an angry welt exactly parallel to the first.

Bunnie stopped fighting her bonds, her beaten flesh trembling in anticipation of the next stroke, and she didn't have to wait long. Georgie administered another six strokes before the latex lady gave the order to stop.

Georgie was breathless and her arm had begun to ache, but that was nothing compared to the quivering girl in front of her, whose buttocks were a latticework of raw welts. Georgie was mesmerised by the beautiful sight and was aware for the first time of the full force of her own arousal.

Mistress was silent, basking in the glory of successful manipulation, and Georgie was angry for letting herself be so used.

‘You've done well.'

‘Thank you, Mistress.'

‘For a first attempt, I mean, but now it's time to finish the job. I want you to fuck her with this,' said Mistress, handing her a large rubber strap-on, the shaft longer and broader than any dildo she'd seen before.

‘Here, I'll help you put it on,' the woman said, and before Georgie had time to object she had taken it back and was making Georgie step into the straps one leg at a time. It was secured by a buckle around her waist, the rubber cock protruded with a slight upward curve. Mistress took her time securing the leather between her legs, snug between her thighs, peeling her sex lips apart and pulling it tight against her throbbing clit. Georgie couldn't suppress a moan at the delicious contact, provoking a wicked laugh from Mistress as she took in her erotic appearance. Matching the heat building in her loins, her face burned with the shame of her unbidden arousal and humiliation at the imposing phallus between her legs. Mistress patted her arse gently in encouragement. Tears stung in her eyes as she moved towards her helpless friend, until the tip of the dildo was only centimetres from Bunnie's exposed pussy.

With one movement Georgie impaled Bunnie on the entire rubber length. She fucked her hard. Holding a buttock in each hand she spread them wide so she could get a good view of the rubber prick each time it entered Bunnie's dripping pussy. There was movement behind her but she didn't care. She continued to pound Bunnie relentlessly, thrusting in and out rhythmically. She wished she had a real cock so she could feel how hot and wet it was deep inside Bunnie's tight channel. She wanted to feel it clenching around her.

Georgie looked up to see Mistress watching her from the other side of the table. She smiled and slowly unzipped her cat-suit, exposing two full, flawless breasts, tipped with rosebud bullets pointing straight at Georgie. She revealed the rest of her body, strong and toned, black hair covering her pubic mound. Without taking her eyes off Georgie she took a handful of Bunnie's hair and pulled her face up and against her pussy.

‘Lick me while you're being fucked by your best friend, little Bunnie,' she taunted, eyes glinting.

‘Yes, Mistress,' mumbled Bunnie, her words barely audible.

Georgie saw her head bobbing, following orders. Mistress showed no outward sign of pleasure; she just smiled serenely at Georgie, never breaking eye contact. Bunnie was bucking her hips trying to force Georgie deeper into herself. Georgie knew she was ready to come and obliged by increasing her speed, her loins slapping against Bunnie's reddened buttocks, making them jiggle. She slipped a hand around her hip in search of her slippery clit, finding it swollen and sensitive, the merest touch extracting a moan from between Mistress' legs. The prone body beneath her began to shudder, and the base of the rubber cock rubbing against her clit was bringing her to her own climax.

The Mistress' unwavering stare penetrated as Georgie came explosively, observing and noting each spasm and shudder of her protégé's orgasm.

 

Rain lashed down upon the windscreen, blurring the edges of the village outside. They had left the basement and Mistress in silence, both lost in their own emotions. Now driving down the narrow lane back to the Manor, still neither uttered a word.