The Training of Fallen Angels (15 page)

‘What is it? What’s the matter?’ said Janet, with genuine concern.

Madam Stone walked briskly forward and stood less than a couple of feet in front of her. She had changed her clothing, and was now wearing a pair of leather jeans and a tight-fitting leather waistcoat which was straining to contain her bulging breasts. At any other time, Janet would have been immediately aroused by the sight of the statuesque figure before her.

‘Sit down, Janet,’ said Madam Stone brusquely. Janet obeyed immediately. Madam remained standing with her legs apart and her hands resting squarely on her broad hips.

‘Have I done something wrong?’ Janet felt a coldness in the pit of her stomach. Her instructress said nothing for a few, agonising moments, then shook her head in exasperation.

‘You disappointed me, Janet,’ she said coldly. ‘I had expected better, much better.’

‘I don’t understand,’ Janet protested. ‘Mr and Mrs Rose seemed perfectly satisfied. Have they complained?’

‘A man or a woman can achieve satisfaction with simple masturbation. That is not what we’re here for.’

‘But they enjoyed themselves, didn’t they? I did everything that they wanted, especially for Emily.’

‘Exactly!’ said Madam Stone, sitting down on a chair opposite Janet, ‘and they could have achieved the same result with a common prostitute! We have to deliver more, much more!’

‘I don’t understand. What else could I have done?’ Janet was trembling, more with anger than fear. Her pride was severely dented, and she didn’t like it.

‘There was no finesse, no imagination. You threw yourself on them without a thought. You must learn the secrets of true arousal, something you will know as ATTS.’

‘ATTS?’

‘Your friend, Lisa learnt the meaning of the term quickly. Arousal, Teasing, Torment and Satisfaction. Simple to remember, but not so easy to perfect. The Roses were both fully aroused, but you moved immediately to satisfaction, thereby causing them to miss the important stages in between.’

‘But they both came, didn’t they?’

‘Indeed they did, just as they do whenever they make love together. Your task was to make it different, memorable.’

‘But how,’ said Janet, sadly. ‘I really don’t understand what I did wrong.’

‘My task is to instruct you, which I will do, after you have been punished.’

‘Punished? Why?’ Janet began to tremble again, this time with trepidation.

‘Grantham Manor has a proud tradition of always giving satisfaction to its clients. You have compromised that guarantee with your shoddy performance. I have taken into account the fact that you were untrained, and that I had mistakenly thought you capable of delivering the service which our clients had every right to expect. I, too, will be punished for my error, at the hands of Mr Gee himself. Your correction will be less severe but, nevertheless, you need to be taught a lesson!’

Madam Stone stood and clapped her hands loudly. The door to the bedroom opened and two male
servants
entered wearing nothing but black, leather pouches which just covered their bulging genitals. They stood by the open door in silence. A third figure appeared. Janet gasped and rose to her feet.

‘Lisa!’ Her friend entered the room and moved quickly to stand at Madam Stone’s side with her hands clasped behind her back. She was dressed in a tight, leather basque of the deepest red. Her massive breasts were bared and thrust forward arrogantly, her nipples hard and erect. The garment ended just below Lisa’s waist, long, leather suspenders stretching to support bright-red stockings which were encased almost completely by shiny PVC thigh-boots. The picture was erotic in the extreme, and Janet felt her throat become dry as she stared, open mouthed, at her friend.

Lisa brought her hands from behind her back and Janet shivered with excitement. Her friend was holding the handle of a wicked-looking tawse in one hand whilst playing the leather strands casually across the fingers of the other. There was an almost manic grin on the beautiful blonde’s face. Janet looked down between her friend’s legs. Her shaven sex-lips were red and engorged, and her inner thighs glistened damply. Janet felt her own pussy throb with expectation.

‘Prepare her!’ Madam Stone barked the order and the two servants moved quickly to take Janet firmly by the arms. The silk robe was ripped unceremoniously from her shoulders and she stood shivering and naked, her head bowed in silent acquiescence.

‘Turn her!’ The men obeyed the order immediately and forced Janet to bend almost double with her legs splayed apart. The servants sat on two conveniently placed chairs and gripped her wrists tightly. Janet couldn’t have moved if she had wanted to – but she
didn’t
want to. Holding this submissive position and knowing that she was completely at Lisa and Madam Stone’s mercy thrilled her in a way that she wouldn’t have thought possible until now. She felt the lips of her pussy opening and a trickle of her juice began to slip down her inner thigh like a warm raindrop on a pane of glass.

‘Now Lisa, teach her. Teach your friend what you have learnt so that she, too may know the meaning of ATTS.’ Madam Stone mouthed the mnemonic with loving sensuality, and Janet shivered. She heard Lisa move forward to stand behind her. There was a long pause. Janet’s heart was thumping loudly inside her chest, and her inner thighs were becoming soaked. Suddenly, she gasped as she felt the leather strands drawn gently across her bottom. She stiffened her buttocks as she awaited the first kiss of the lash, but it didn’t come. Instead, the full length of the whip-handle was drawn firmly against the pouting lips of her pussy then moved upwards so that the strands slipped slowly between her pert globes of flesh and the leather became soaked with her juices.

‘You have the most perfect bottom,’ breathed Lisa as she playfully caressed Janet’s taut flesh with the tawse. ‘It will be such a shame to mark it.’

Janet felt the whip being moved from her. Now, she was sure she would feel the first stroke. She closed her eyes. There was another long pause. Janet’s knees trembled with her eager expectation. ‘Do it, please!’ she begged. She sensed Lisa moving behind her, then felt her friend’s warm breath against her bottom. ‘Lisa, what are you doing to me?’ she said desperately. The blonde said nothing, but kissed Janet’s bottom lightly before drawing her tongue wetly between her buttocks. ‘Oh, God, I can’t stand it!’ she pleaded. She opened her eyes to be met with the sight
of
the two servants’ pouches bulging ludicrously as their erections strained for release from the leather. She wanted both of them in her mouth whilst Lisa licked her bottom. She looked up at the men’s faces and ran her tongue suggestively across her lips but the servants sat impassively and ignored her.

Lisa was probing her anus with her long tongue now, at the same time slipping the thick handle of the whip between her soaking pussy-lips. Then she moved from her, and trailed the strands of leather once more over her bottom. Suddenly, Janet felt a sharp, stinging pain as the whip at last lashed across her trembling flesh. She gasped loudly and her knees started to buckle. Despite the shock and the severity of the stroke she knew she wanted more – much more. She wasn’t to be disappointed. Lisa whipped her again, the strands spreading uniformly across Janet’s quivering buttocks and she yelped with pleasure and pain.

It took just one more stroke, one more kiss of the flail and Janet came with a squeal. The men gripped her tightly but she sank to her knees and sobbed with joyous release. Her pussy was alive with throbbing sensation and her bottom stung hotly. Lisa moved behind her again and, once more, began to run her tongue wetly over her tortured flesh as if to soothe the pain. The servants relaxed their grip of her wrists and one of them tugged the leather pouch from his groin to reveal a superbly stiff cock. He shuffled forwards and Janet took him greedily into her mouth, at the same time reaching out and extricating the other man’s stalk from within his pouch. She rubbed the second shaft furiously as she continued to suck the first whilst Lisa lapped hungrily against her bottom.

Janet moved her head back and allowed the thick cock to fall from her lips. She looked up at the first
servant
through wild eyes. ‘Fuck me,’ she commanded. ‘That’s an order!’

The man didn’t need telling twice. He moved quickly behind her and immediately rammed his fearsome weapon into her. She gasped audibly as the head of his long, thick cock pounded against her cervix. The second man moved forward and she took his smaller, but not insubstantial length into her mouth. Lisa, meanwhile had somehow managed to wriggle her head under Janet’s crotch, and she was now flicking the tip of her tongue rapidly over her friend’s clitoris. Janet took the cock from her mouth and looked round at Madam Stone. She nodded her approval, and a trace of a smile appeared across her lips. If this was punishment, Janet thought to herself, then she must be disobedient many more times.

Janet sat alone by the pool-side and watched lazily as the slight breeze caught the surface of the water, causing it to shimmer in the moonlight. She had learnt much from her chastisement. She now understood what Madam Stone meant; that the build-up to a magnificent sexual encounter could be, no, should be as exciting as the act itself. When Lisa had produced the whip she had felt both frightened and aroused but, nevertheless, had trusted her friend not to inflict any unreasonable pain. But Lisa had teased her for what seemed like an age by playing the strands of leather across her bottom, tickling and teasing her unmercifully until she felt like crying out for the kiss of the lash. Even the wet caress of Lisa’s tongue against her bottom, a sensation that would normally have been enough to send her into the delightful oblivion of orgasm, had failed to satisfy her carnal needs. She had literally craved for the whip, and she had yearned for it to sting her flesh. When,
at
last it came, that first stroke had caused her cunt to burn with an alarming need for release. The second, delivered so expertly when she was least expecting it had increased her desire to fever pitch, and the third –
the third
!

Janet automatically slipped her hand between her denim-clad legs and caressed herself firmly as she remembered the power of the orgasm that had torn through her body as the leather strands stung her buttocks for the third and last time. Arousal, teasing, torment and satisfaction. These would be her bywords from now on.

She heard a noise coming from behind her, like the sound of a chair being moved. She turned her head in the direction of the sound and peered into the semi-darkness. ‘Who’s there?’ she said sharply. Her words were carried away by the breeze and became lost in the night. Janet held her breath and strained to hear. Another noise, this time the unmistakable sound of footsteps moving towards her. She leapt to her feet. ‘I said, who’s there?’ she cried, angrily. Somebody, or something moved in the shadows, then she heard the patio door slide open. Janet walked to the house and entered, just in time to see the unmistakable figure of Mr Gee disappearing through a small door set under the staircase. She followed, feeling a little confused. This was his house; why should he be creeping about in the darkness? And why wouldn’t he answer her?

She opened the door cautiously. A single, dim light bulb illuminated a steep, narrow stairway which descended into the shadows. She moved slowly down, her hand gripping the rail tightly. Suddenly she heard voices. She stopped, her heart thumping madly. She recognised one of the voices as that of her host, but the other was unknown to her. It was cracked and monotone, seemingly that of a much older man. She
listened
hard, endeavouring to pick up snatches of the conversation but too scared to move nearer.

‘They will arrive tomorrow,’ she heard Mr Gee say, ‘and this time we will not fail.’

Janet couldn’t make out the old man’s mumbled response and inched forwards a little to the edge of the step on which she was standing. ‘They are the daughters of the rich and powerful, just as you ordered.’

‘And they will be suitably prepared?’ This time, the old man’s voice seemed much clearer now, and the tone was tinged with cruel excitement. Janet shivered. There was something wrong here, and she knew that she must not be caught eavesdropping. She turned and moved quickly but silently back up the steps and through the door. She closed the door quietly, painfully easing the catch soundlessly.

‘What are you doing?’ Janet swung round to face Madam Stone standing at the foot of the staircase, her expression one of fury.

‘I, I heard a noise,’ said Janet, lamely.

‘What noise?’ said Madam Stone as she strode over to confront her. She gripped Janet’s arm roughly.

‘I don’t know, just a noise.’ Janet was beginning to tremble visibly.

Madam Stone gripped her even more tightly and Janet winced with pain. ‘You must never, never enter that door again. It leads to Mr Gee’s private apartment. No one must enter at any time. Do you understand?’

Janet looked at the other woman’s dark features in terror. The large, brown eyes were blazing with anger and her full lips were drawn back to bare her blindingly white teeth.

‘I said, do you understand?’ repeated Madam Stone as she gripped Janet with both hands and shook her. Janet nodded.

‘I, I’m sorry,’ she sobbed. ‘I didn’t mean any harm.’

Madam Stone relaxed her grip of Janet’s arms and her expression softened. She seemed to force a smile. ‘Mr Gee is very strict about his privacy. Now, off to bed. You have a busy day ahead of you. Tomorrow the students arrive, young girls who are here to learn all that you can teach. You must wake fully refreshed.’

Janet hurried up the stairs, glad to be away from the woman with whom, only hours before, she had been happy to indulge her most carnal desires.

‘THERE’S SOMETHING VERY
definitely wrong here.’

Lisa sipped thoughtfully on her iced drink as she listened to Janet’s story of the previous evening’s encounter. Her friend was clearly worried, but Lisa couldn’t bring herself to feel the same way, preferring instead to dismiss any doubts from her mind. ‘You’re imagining things,’ she said, eventually.