The Price of Desire (18 page)

‘You have nothing to be sorry for,' Bunnie said. ‘You haven't done anything wrong, and it must have taken a lot of courage to come to us.'

‘Thank you,' Jemima said, tears rolling down her face, and she managed a weak smile.

‘She's right,' Georgie said, pulling herself together. ‘You have nothing to be sorry for. This is the first piece of solid evidence we have. Thank you for bringing it to us. Where's your husband now?'

‘In church,' Jemima replied.

‘In church?' said Georgie and Bunnie in unison.

‘Sorry, I thought I said. He's the vicar.'

 

 

 

‘What we need is more information,' said Richard. ‘I think we should all pay a visit to our local village vicar and make him tell us all he knows.'

‘How are we going to do that?' asked Bunnie.

‘You're a woman, aren't you? I say we use your God-given gifts to persuade him,' he said, smiling.

 

Later that afternoon Bunnie walked into the church alone. She had dressed in a short black pleated skirt and a white low-cut blouse, which was transparent enough to show that she wasn't wearing a bra. It made her look younger than her twenty years and she hoped Georgie had judged his tastes correctly.

The church was deserted and quiet as she walked up the aisle, the heavy wooden doors keeping all the sounds of the outside world away. Cautiously she approached the altar, not knowing whether to wait for him or to come back later. But as she stood there, undecided, a door opened on her left and Reverend Greenacre appeared.

He smiled politely as he saw her and walked over. Bunnie hoped his wife wasn't wrong. If she was they could all get into real trouble for what they were about to do.

‘Can I help you?' he asked, his voice echoing smoothly off the stone walls.

‘I wanted to speak to someone,' she replied, remembering the lines she had rehearsed with Georgie. ‘Can I talk to you?'

‘Of course you can, my child,' he said, taking a step closer. ‘I'm here to listen and offer help, if I can.'

Bunnie saw his gaze momentarily flit from her face to her breasts, and back again. Maybe they were right after all.

‘Come and take a seat and tell me what is troubling you.'

Bunnie followed him over to a pew and sat down beside him. ‘Father, I think I'm going to hell.' Even as she said it she realised how stupid it sounded. He was never going to fall for it.

The vicar looked surprised. ‘Why do you say that?' he asked patiently. ‘You can't possibly have done anything bad enough to make you think such a thing.'

‘Oh but I have, Father. You see... I have these thoughts.'

‘Go on.'

‘Bad thoughts, dirty, disgusting thoughts. But I can't help it, I can't stop them coming.'

‘What are these thoughts about?' he asked, suddenly looking extremely eager.

‘Sex,' she said bluntly, blushing, playing her part perfectly. The vicar inched closer to her and put a clammy hand on her bare thigh. It started a tingling sensation that spread up into her panties. Shamefully she'd always had a bit of a weird thing for older men, the sleazier the better. She loved the idea of their grateful hands roughly pulling at her young flesh, as if knowing they were well out of their league and she might change her mind at any moment. The truth was Bunnie would rather have sex with a fifty-something balding sleaze then a nineteen year old bodybuilder. Her clit pulsed as she sat next to a prime example.

‘Well that is serious indeed,' he mused. ‘Perhaps you should tell me in more detail about these thoughts, so I can judge how serious a problem you have.'

‘I think about men,' she said, in barely a whisper. ‘I think about touching penises, holding one in my hand, then in my mouth so I can suck it and taste it. Then I think about having one in my pussy, deep and hard, right inside me until I think I'm going to burst.'

Reverend Greenacre began to stroke her thigh, higher and higher up under her short skirt. She decided to press her advantage home, distractedly opening her legs slightly as she continued.

‘And I think about women, about sucking tits while I'm being fucked, burying my face between large breasts while there's a big cock inside me.'

Bunnie didn't need to worry about appearing genuine or sincere; she was now so turned on by her own dirty words and aching to be touched. The vicar's fingers brushed against the front of her panties and she knew he would find the silky material damp, proof of her confession. She reached up and undid the buttons of her blouse, letting her breasts thrust out, her nipples already painfully hard. She flashed him a pleading look and ran her tongue over her lips to accentuate her desire. She wanted him to take her right there, in the middle of the church, and without taking his eyes off her quivering breasts he pulled up his cassock and revealed his straining cock. She took hold of it and squeezed gently, enjoying the pulsing hot flesh in her hand. She slowly stroked the leathery shaft as she continued to talk.

‘And while I'm being fucked I want to lick another woman's pussy, to taste it and smell it and have another woman's juices all over my face. I want her to grab me by the hair and hold my face deep in her cunt so I can push my tongue right up her hole.'

Bunnie was wanking him hard, gripping him tightly and tugging him fast. She moved the soggy material of her panties aside and immediately his fingers were inside her, penetrating her with no grace at all. Her muscles contracted around him, the all-consuming pleasure causing a momentary lapse in concentration. She gasped with each thrust of the forceful penetration, his thick fingers filling her, but not enough; she wanted his fat cock buried deep inside her.

The elderly man was breathing hard. Bunnie, needing more, pulled her skirt up, thrusting her own hand down her panties between her shaven valley to her hard little button. She rubbed furiously at her sensitive clit, slippery and swollen in her fingers.

‘In my fantasies I want the man to come inside me,' she continued through sobs and gasps. ‘I want him to fill my pussy with hot spunk, feel it shoot right up inside me. Then I want the woman to come over my mouth as I lick and nibble her clit, my fingers plunging in and out of her dripping pussy. I want her to come all over my face. I want to taste every last drop of her.'

This was too much for the vicar and his rigid cock twitched as it shot a stream of sticky jism over the back of the pew in front of them, but his wheezing croaks of pleasure turned into surprise as he was grabbed from behind. Richard pulled him over the back of the pew onto the floor, quickly gagging him by stuffing a rag in his mouth. Georgie was already binding his feet together and by the time Bunnie had covered up and rearranged her clothing the vicar was trussed up like a turkey and ready to be moved.

Awkwardly the three of them carried him to the car outside. Jemima was waiting behind the steering wheel with the engine running and they dumped him into the boot, bound and gagged. They all bundled into the car and took off at top speed, Richard directing Jemima out of the village.

Bunnie couldn't help pressing a hand between her legs. It had all happened faster then she expected. She had been denied her orgasm and felt uncomfortably hot and frustrated, and while being driven at speed through the sleepy English countryside adrenalin coursed through her veins, heightening her senses and leaving her desperate to be touched. She hoped Georgie would recognise her state of arousal and slide one of her dainty fingers under her skirt and inside her wet panties. But Georgie was preoccupied by the current action and seemed unaware of her friend's frustrations.

‘So where are we taking him?' Georgie asked Richard.

‘We need somewhere we won't be disturbed for a few hours and is soundproofed. I think I know the perfect place.'

 

A few minutes later they were pulling up in front of a familiar address. Bunnie practically jumped out of the car and Georgie remembered vividly how much her friend had enjoyed her last visit there. The door opened and Mistress stood guarding the doorway. She wore a purple velvet cloak that reached down to the floor and her black hair flowed loosely over her shoulders. Her appearance was softer than the last time they'd seen her, but the hard look in her eyes made Georgie's insides squirm.

‘Hello, Richard, nice to see you again,' Mistress purred.

‘You too,' he replied. ‘Sorry to impose on you like this, but we need a bit of privacy and some specialist equipment.'

‘No problem at all. I'm always happy to help you out. Bring him in quickly and take him downstairs. You know the way,' she said, with a glint in her eye.

Without too much of a struggle the four of them managed to get the vicar down to the basement. Georgie kept focused on the task in hand; she did not want to attract Mistress's attention. She didn't mind admitting she was intimidated and deeply uneasy in the presence of the alpha female.

The basement was already set out for their requirements; there were wooden stocks in the centre of the room and a selection of restraints. The rest of the furniture that Georgie had seen previously had been cleared away.

‘I didn't know what you would need,' said Mistress, gesturing to the pile of straps and chains.

The vicar was whimpering quietly in Richard's grasp, blindfolded and gagged he squirmed like a fish out of water. The sight of the pitiful figure only served to aggravate Bunnie's arousal, and she couldn't wait to see what Georgie had in store for him and hoped she would be included, her own need becoming desperate.

‘This is great, thanks,' Richard replied. ‘And thanks again for your help. You can stay and watch if you like. I think this will be right up your street.'

‘Thanks, I have to admit I enjoyed the last time your cousins came to visit...'

Georgie felt her face flush and her temperature rise, but she refused to show any signs of weakness as she walked over to the bondage table. This was her show. She chose a black ball-gag, a blindfold and a black leather harness complete with metal rings to secure the vicar in place. ‘Strip him,' she ordered.

Reverend Greenacre began to struggle in earnest, but he was outnumbered and they were able to remove his clothes with ease. He stood naked and sobbing, his shrivelled penis barely visible under his flabby stomach, but Georgie didn't feel any pity towards him. Just being near Mistress had an intoxicating affect on her. Discomfort and indignation flared at how Mistress had treated her, jealousy at how Bunnie responded, instantly submitting to the woman's demands, but most of all the burning hunger she inspired in her. She wanted to humiliate and debase Mistress, to give her a taste of her own medicine while at the same time wanting her approval and secretly hoping for some more of her specialist treatment.

Georgie stole a quick glance across the room at the rubber-clad vixen, to find her staring back, her eyes boring deep as if she knew exactly what Georgie was thinking. She sucked in a quick breath and looked away; even a glance made her feel vulnerable and her body instinctively responded to the shameful stimulation. She had to get a grip because the next hour was crucial in their plan to find Lily, and she had to be focused and in control of the situation. But on the other hand there was nothing wrong with enjoying herself in the process, and if Mistress was going to stay and watch then Georgie would show her who was in charge this time.

‘Right ladies, you know what to do,' she said, spurring them all into action.

Jemima and Bunnie nodded and stripped to their underwear, followed by Georgie. For an older woman Jemima still had an impressive body. A white lace bra encased two pert breasts, the dark teats visibly straining against the wispy material. Sleek bare legs turned into milky thighs and matching lace panties clung to her mound. Beneath the fabric a nest of brown curls waited in dark promise, the lace unable to contain her full bush. Bunnie looked at it with fascination, its untamed wildness caused her sex to throb and she couldn't wait to bury her face deep in the feminine forest.

‘Where do you want him?' asked Richard, indicating their trussed captive.

‘I think we'll start with the stocks, show him we mean business,' Georgie said. ‘He's been a very naughty boy and he must be punished for his sins.'

They secured him as directed. Bunnie and Jemima chained his harness to the apparatus so his arms and head were locked between the wooden hinge. He was forced to bend from the waste so his white arse was vulnerable and his dick, withered by fear, hung limply between his trembling thighs.

‘Are you ready, Richard?' Georgie asked.

‘And, action!' he responded, in position with the video camera they had brought with them. It was all part of the plan; they would resort to blackmail if it came to it.

Georgie walked slowly to the rack on the wall, enjoying the sound of her black spiky heals as they clicked across the polished floor. She wasn't going to make this easy for Reverend Greenacre. After all, it seemed he was a willing accomplice in her sister's kidnap and now he was going to pay. She took her time choosing a cane. She wanted him to have plenty of time to contemplate his predicament. The instrument she selected was shorter than some, but thicker and less flexible, for maximum impact.

She walked back over and tapped him gently on the bum. ‘Now, vicar, I'm giving you one last chance to save your soul. Are you going to tell us where my sister is and what Gideon Lachlan's planning?'

She grabbed him by the hair, lifting his head, but he shook it determinedly as best he could so Georgie let it drop.

‘Wrong answer,' she said, stepping back. She raised her arm and swept the cane down hard across his buttocks. He made a lot of noise considering he was gagged, a roar erupting from deep in his throat. He bucked against the pain, his arse wobbling ridiculously as he jigged up and down from foot to foot. An angry red line appeared where Georgie had struck. She raised her arm again and with a
woosh
,
thwack
! it landed in almost the same place as the last strike. She continued to rain blows down on him until his buttocks were a lattice of welts and the surrounding flesh was hot pink. The vicar was sobbing openly, but Georgie was gripped by the power she had over the man and the release she felt as she punished him. Her breasts quivered with the exertion of each swipe of her arm and her nipples rubbed enticingly against their material prison. The louder his cries the more it spurred her on. She wanted to fuck him over just like he had fucked her sister over.