The Price of Desire (20 page)

He also revealed that Gideon was planning something at a party that evening, and they all agreed it would be the perfect opportunity to infiltrate the ranks and find out more. While Gideon was entertaining his guests they could have a look around his home and see if they could find out where he was keeping Lily, before it was too late and he carried out his bizarre ritual.

They were too scared to risk exposure by going to the police. If what the vicar said was true some of them were in Gideon's pay and could not be trusted. Georgie's father had influential friends, but how could she explain any of this to her parents?

By the time the three of them had arrived back at the Manor they only had a couple of hours until they had to leave again for the party. They each spent the time separately, getting ready and mentally preparing for the evening ahead. Georgie knew what kind of a night it would be; Gideon had already proved his appetite for the extreme and she was sure that the evening would be no exception.

She picked out a black lace thong and bra set, and then put them back in favour of a red PVC bra and knickers, bought for her by an ex-boyfriend. Never in a million years did she think she would ever wear them outside her bedroom, but the seamless design was very flattering, and as she slipped into them she was reminded of how sexy the tight-fitting shiny material was. Poor old Jerry. Maybe she shouldn't have been so quick to dump him. She should give him a call once this whole thing was over.

Georgie decided on a black skirt and sheer stockings, with a low cut V-neck top that proudly showed off her shadowy cleavage. She brushed her hair up and pinned it back. Lastly she put on a pair of black spiky heels and she was ready.

She arrived in the entrance hall, Bunnie and Richard already waiting for her. Richard wore black trousers with a grey shirt open at the collar. It was much easier for men, thought Georgie. They could just throw on trousers and a shirt and no one really noticed, but there was so much pressure on women to look the part, and Georgie knew Bunnie put in as much effort as she had. She was wearing a short black skirt and a gold sequined top that looked like rippling liquid when she moved.

‘Too much?' Georgie asked, doing a little pirouette.

‘I think you'll blend in perfectly,' said Richard, appreciatively eyeing her cleavage and then her bum as she slowly turned. ‘Come on, lets go.'

 

 

 

The three of them took one of the Manor's chauffeured cars to Gideon's and told the driver to wait. Georgie felt better knowing someone was outside, even if he didn't know why they were all there. They arrived just after nine o'clock and the familiar driveway was already packed with cars. There must have been thirty at least.

‘Wow, this is a lot bigger than his last party,' Bunnie said, smoothing down her skirt as she got out of the car.

‘That should work in our favour,' said Richard. ‘Gideon will be busy entertaining his other guests.'

They reached the door and walked past a gorilla-like man in a dark suit; hired help working as a bouncer.

Inside the house had been totally transformed. The large reception had been draped with banners of red and gold and thousands of fairy lights lit the ceiling like twinkling stars. In the centre was a six-foot ice sculpture which Bunnie, ever the artist, was immediately drawn to. She marvelled at the intricate detail of the naked forms, man and woman entwined together in the most imitate act.

Some people were milling around and chatting, but it was clear the party was hotting up in other areas of the house. As a group they moved down the hall and into the throng. Each room they passed was occupied by people performing or observing various sexual acts.

They spotted Mary casually talking to a woman Georgie recognised from the swingers' party, while another woman, naked from the waist up, was on her knees giving two men a simultaneous blowjob. They didn't stop to speak to Mary, but pushed their way through to the crowded kitchen.

There was an extravagant spread: lobster, caviar, oysters and truffles to name but a few delicacies, but judging by the people they had already passed there didn't seem to be much need for aphrodisiacs. That said, Georgie was feeling the pull of the largest chocolate fountain she had ever seen, but with her stomach in knots she settled for a drink and downed her first neat vodka in one. She picked up another and followed Richard out to the garden, with Bunnie in tow.

There were more people outside but the music was quieter and most were either frolicking in the pool or lurking in the shadows looking for a secluded spot.

‘I think we should split up; have a look around and talk to as many people as we can,' Richard suggested.

‘Good idea,' said Georgie. ‘Be careful though, we don't know who's involved in this and we can't arouse suspicion.'

 

Richard watched the two girls walk back into the house, leaving him alone in the garden. Where should he start? His gaze drifted across the patio and over to the pool, where thankfully he saw two figures he recognised.

‘Rachael, Fern,' he called from the poolside, genuinely pleased to see them. The two women disengaged themselves from a few other revellers and swam over to him.

‘Richard, we're so glad you came,' Fern beamed. ‘Bacchus is around here somewhere. You remember him,' she said with a knowing grin. ‘Why don't we find him and go somewhere a little more private?'

 

Back inside Georgie and Bunnie separated to start their own investigations. The guests glanced at Georgie from time to time as she moved around the rooms, but mostly they were engrossed in their own hedonism.

She wanted to find Gideon. She didn't know what she was going to say to him when she did, but he had betrayed her. Of course he was a manipulating pervert who had kidnapped her sister and she despised him for it, but she also felt like he had hurt her personally and she couldn't figure out why. Maybe it was because for some inexplicable reason she actually genuinely liked the man. From the moment they met there was something about him, a sort of chemistry. It wasn't love or any such strong emotion, but more an understanding and a sexual compatibility she had never achieved with any other man. And the fact that he was behind Lily's disappearance had affected her greatly, like she'd been let down by an old friend.

 

Bunnie made her way through to one of the main reception rooms. Sipping her drink she looked around nervously at the other guests. There were already people on the sofa, so she decided to find somewhere she could sit and overhear conversations. Perhaps she would get lucky and learn something useful about Lily. She looked around. She could feel a bad aura in the room, but with so many people in one place they all blurred into one.

She noticed a man beckoning to a serving girl from one of the occupied chairs. The girl immediately dropped onto all fours, crawling towards him with feline grace. Bunnie watched, her mouth open in surprise as the waitress crept up to his lap and deftly unzipped his trousers. Pulling out his penis she took it in her mouth, gently sucking with deference. Bunnie saw him glance down at the girl on her knees, tenderly coaxing his growing member to full length in the middle of the room, her short dress riding up as she worshipped his cock.

He coolly turned his attention towards the other occupant of the sofa. The woman sitting next to him was staring at his erection as the girl greedily sucked the now hard flesh. She shuffled closer, lifting the hem of her skirt to reveal milky-white thighs, her shaved mound and pouting sex already glistening with moisture. As if unaware of the waitress bobbing on his erection he casually reached out to stroke the other woman's labia, easily parting the wet flesh to reveal her clitoris.

Bunnie felt warmth flood into her panties and forced herself to turn away, cursing her luck that she could not join in the fun. Silently she admonished herself for getting so worked up and headed to the nearby bar in one corner of the room. Requesting a large whisky she perched at the bar on a stool, content to watch the action but determined to keep her focus this time. Sipping her drink with trembling hands she tried to listen out for snippets of information, but there was no way of knowing who was involved. She absentmindedly fingered the crystal pendant around her neck as she checked the crowd for possible suspects.

The nearest people to her were a couple in their early thirties who were sitting and chatting on one of the sofas. The man leaned close and whispered something Bunnie could not hear, but her curiosity was quenched when the woman smiled and unbuttoned her dress, stood up and stepped out of it leaving the garment on the floor by her feet. Dressed only in her white bra and knickers she was pulled off balance as he guided her over his knee. Bunnie could not take her eyes off the woman, lying across his lap, her bottom pushed into the air. She was mesmerised and had again forgotten her objective. She watched him grip the woman tightly around her waist, locking her in position. With his partner in place he used his free hand to gently caress her firm round buttocks through her knickers. Bunnie held her breath as he pulled the material tight, the gusset pressed into her swollen pussy lips.

He crooned softly, ‘I think I'm going to have to give it to you on bare flesh tonight. It's no more than you deserve.'

The woman moaned, her arousal apparent as a dark patch began to show at the crotch of her knickers. The man began to push them down, slowly showing the cleft of her buttocks and eventually uncovering the woman's glorious behind.

Bunnie's body was also having the same reaction as she watched, her own knickers growing more sodden by the minute. She could not take her eyes off the couple, and she was not the only one. Several other guests had paused on their way past to watch the spectacle.

The soggy material was now down around the woman's knees and he was stroking the pale flesh revealed. Bunnie watched engrossed as the man caressed her rear, his fingertips brushing her sex and setting her trembling. He raised his hand, pausing to watch the woman quiver with anticipation, before bringing it down with a meaty smack on her right buttock. She squealed in response to the sudden pain, but Bunnie could see her true reaction as fresh moisture began to seep from her sex. A pink handprint blossomed on her behind as he raised his arm again. He gave her another meaty smack, this time spanking her left buttock. Then he started on her in earnest. He spanked her with steady, forceful smacks that set her kicking and whimpering with equal parts agony and ecstasy.

Bunnie could see he knew what he was doing, striking her hard enough to make her buttocks bounce and glow red. Having recently been in that very situation she knew exactly how it felt. She could empathise with the woman and knew the range of emotions she'd be feeling. She saw the woman lift her bottom to meet the masterful hand, and Bunnie could really appreciate his skill, applying the smacks with the same force each time. She could tell his partner was enjoying the punishment, recognising the clear signals. Each smack caused her pussy to open a little further, revealing the pink flesh within.

Her buttocks were bright red and must have been burning when he eventually finished the punishment. He held her in place to caress her hot flesh before reaching lower to cup her equally hot pussy. Bunnie choked down a groan when the man gave his partner a firm slap squarely on her sex. Bunnie's own pussy throbbed with lust as, holding her breath, she watched the man work his finger easily between her labia. He spread her to stroke the pink wet flesh, the gentle contact sending the woman into delirious ecstasy. He must have sensed her need and finally released his grip around her waist.

Bunnie watched the woman struggle to her feet in a kind of daze while the man casually unzipped his trousers to free his long thick erection, already glistening with pre-cum. On sight of his stiff member she hastily slipped off her knickers and straddled him.

The effect it had on Bunnie was just as pronounced. She ached to be filled and her nipples were tender and erect under her blouse. She knew she would obtain no information from the couple, but she found it difficult to move away. With a deep breath and a great deal of willpower she forced herself to turn her back on them, chiding herself for wasting time when Lily was missing. On her way to the door she heard the delicious moaning of the couple behind her as they both reached a satisfying climax.

‘Lucky bitch,' she muttered wistfully.

 

Richard followed Rachael and Fern back through the house and up the stairs. He watched both of them in their damp bikinis, their flesh still wet and glistening from the pool. They didn't encounter Bacchus until they reached the first-floor landing, where he was talking to another man in a voice too quiet to pick out any words clearly.

Fern walked straight up to him and slipped her arms around his waist. ‘Look who we found,' she said, and reached out to Richard, pulling him closer.

‘Richard, good to see you again,' said Bacchus, shaking his hand in both of his.

‘We're just off to find somewhere more private,' Fern said. ‘Are you going to join us?'

‘I've just got to finish a bit of business first,' said Bacchus. ‘Why don't you three go and start without me and I'll join you in a minute.'

Rachael gave Bacchus a swift kiss on the cheek as she passed and pulled Richard along the landing, Fern bringing up the rear.