The Training of Fallen Angels (28 page)

‘But I thought they were in London?’ queried Lisa, her voice still trembling.

‘So did we,’ continued Mike. ‘Mr Gee must be on to us. He must have realised that we know something’s going on and panicked. One of the other guests told us that the girls were each given one or two of the amulets and that they were instructed to fasten them to their parents’ necks as soon as they got home. Apparently, Mr Gee told them that it was a custom, a gesture of esteem and friendliness and that if they didn’t do it they would not be allowed to return to the manor. We’ve given the girls a damn good time. They won’t refuse.’

‘It’s just like last time!’ exclaimed Janet, suddenly.

‘What d’you mean?’ Mike looked at her seriously, for once ignoring her nakedness. She sat on the edge of a chair, facing the others.

‘All the girls are the children of politicians or powerful business people. We even had a couple of princesses here! The old man tried it once before. He wants power; he wants to control the world!’

‘But how will the amulets do that?’

‘I’m not sure, but we now know that they can completely control your mind. All you want is sex, and more sex. Anything could happen!’

Paul leapt to his feet. ‘We’ve got to stop them! If we drive across country we should beat the train to the airport. Janet, you come with me. Lisa, you and Mike find Mr Gee. He’s got to be stopped. There are more students due here next week!’

‘How are we going to stop him?’ asked Mike.

‘I don’t know,’ said Paul as he waited impatiently for Janet to dress herself. ‘You’ll have to think of something. Call the police.’

‘And say what? That some maniac is bent on world domination through some magical sex-rays?’

Paul didn’t answer. He grasped Janet by the wrist as she made a grab for her trainers and almost dragged her from the room. ‘Do something,’ he called as they hurried into the hallway.

Lisa and Mike sat in silence for a few minutes. Eventually, he slipped his strong arm around her shoulders and hugged her lovingly. ‘Are you OK now?’ he asked, kindly. Lisa nodded.

‘Once the amulet was taken from me I was fine,’ she breathed. ‘What are we going to do?’

Mike scratched his brow. ‘I don’t know,’ he said, ‘but we’ve got to do something.’

‘What about your people, you know, the ones you work with? Can’t you tell them, get help from them?’

‘Paul and I work on our own. We’re tolerated by the department. Most of them think we’re a couple of weirdos. We could try the minister himself, but I don’t think that would be much use.’

‘Why? Surely he’d believe you.’

‘He might, but the problem is his daughter was here last week. He hasn’t been seen for days. God knows what he’s getting up to.’

‘Then it’s started.’ Lisa felt the blood drain from her face. She shivered and cuddled closer to Mike.

‘Yes,’ he said, ‘it’s started. Last week was the first
intake
, so there are about six men out there who could cause an awful lot of problems if their minds aren’t completely on their jobs. There’s nothing we can do about them, but just six politicians screwing around won’t be anything unusual, just more public. If Paul and Janet manage to beat the train to the airport, and if we can find Mr Gee and stop him somehow, and if we can destroy the amulets –’

‘That’s a lot of ifs.’

Mike shrugged and rose to his feet. ‘We’ve got to try. First, we’ve got to find him. Get dressed.’

Lisa rushed to retrieve some clothing from a drawer and hurriedly dressed. Her fingers trembled as she zipped up her jeans. She searched for a T-shirt and found one quickly. Mike looked at her as she stood, bare breasted in front of him. ‘You’ve got beautiful tits,’ he said, wistfully. Lisa glared at him and pulled the T-shirt over her head and smoothed it over her sensuous form.

‘Later,’ she pouted, ‘let’s go.’

Lisa and Mike headed directly for the cellar. The amulets had to be destroyed first, and then they would search for Mr Gee. What they would do when they found him neither of them knew but, with the amulets gone, at least the old man’s plans would be thwarted temporarily. They found the door to the cellar slightly ajar. Cautiously, they moved down the steep staircase. The lights were on but at first they could hear no sound. They reached the bottom of the stairs and listened intently. Both doors to the cellar rooms were shut. Lisa pressed her ear to each in turn, then shook her head. ‘Nothing,’ she whispered.

‘Why would the lights be on?’ hissed Mike.

‘I don’t know.’ She tried one of the doors. It opened. ‘The amulets were in here,’ she said. They
entered
slowly and Mike flicked on the light switch. The chest was still there. Lisa stopped short. ‘I don’t think I can go any nearer,’ she trembled. ‘You’ll have to get them.’ Mike moved forward, then stood stock still.

‘I can feel it,’ he breathed. ‘God, there’s an incredible power here.’

They paused for a few moments, both of them summoning up the courage to continue. There was a sudden roar as the boiler fired up behind them. ‘Oh, my God!’ jumped Lisa. ‘I wonder what that was!’

‘Only the boiler. It must heat the pool.’ Mike opened the furnace door. The heat seared into the room. ‘This is it,’ he suddenly said excitedly. ‘We’ll chuck them in here!’

Lisa shook her head. ‘I don’t know if I can touch them,’ she moaned.

‘I’ll do it. You listen for the stairs.’ Mike wrenched open the lid of the chest. The glow filled the room with a greenish tinge which competed with the weak light above them. ‘Christ, it’s getting to me!’

‘Do it! Do it quickly!’

He took a deep breath and plunged his arms into the chest. Grabbing fistfuls of amulets, he rushed over to the open furnace and flung them into the flames. The fire roared complainingly and crackled loudly. Mike rushed back and scooped up more of the devilish brooches and hurled them into the fire, then staggered back for more. Lisa could see that he was weakening and his large erection was clearly visible through the material of his jeans. Taking a deep breath, she almost ran to the chest and, closing her eyes in terror and disgust, grasped as many of the amulets as she could. The electricity surged through her body. She felt her pussy-lips open and her juices begin to flow. Gritting her teeth, she rushed to the
furnace
and disposed of the load, then returned for more. Mike was on his knees by now. He’d unzipped his jeans and his hand was pumping furiously on his erect cock.

‘Keep going,’ he gasped. ‘I can’t do it!’

Lisa grasped the remaining amulets. One of them fell to the floor in front of Mike. He turned his head away but the power was too strong. He reached out and gripped the stone, then pressed it to his chest. His ejaculation jetted from his swollen knob and streaked across the stone floor.

‘Let go of it!’ ordered Lisa. He dropped it as if it were red hot. His erection wilted rapidly. ‘You’ll be all right. Just don’t touch that thing.’

Mike staggered to his feet as Lisa stooped to retrieve the remaining amulet. There was a sudden sound, like the crack of a spark. It wasn’t the furnace; the sound was coming from elsewhere in the cellar. ‘What’s that?’ whispered Lisa.

‘Sshh,’ Mike hissed. ‘Let’s go and see.’ They crept out of the room and moved to the other door. They listened intently. Another crack echoed against the cold walls that surrounded them, followed by a man’s low groan.

‘It’s him, it’s Mr Gee!’ said Lisa under her breath.

‘How do you know?’

‘It must be!’

Mike pressed his ear to the door. There were more cracking sounds, and more groans of pleasure. He tried the handle. The door opened slightly. He peered through the gap, then closed the door again quickly and silently. ‘It is him,’ he whispered, ‘and Madam Stone. He’s tied to a bench and she’s whipping him.’

Lisa suppressed a desire to giggle. ‘What are we going to do?’ she asked.

Mike thought for a moment. ‘Wait here,’ he said.
He
hurried into the other room and reappeared carrying the last amulet. Lisa could see that he was sweating profusely. ‘Mike, for God’s sake be careful!’ she pleaded.

He held the token in front of him. ‘Can you stand to hold it, just for a while?’

She gritted her teeth. ‘I don’t know; I’ll try.’

Mike handed it to her. Her palm seemed to burn as it dropped into her hand and she felt a trickle of warm fluid slip down the inside of her leg. She gripped the amulet by the chain and this seemed to ease the pressure. Mike’s cock was jutting firmly from his jeans again. Lisa wanted to forget Mr Gee and Madam Stone and dive to his feet to force his lovely rod into her mouth. She looked away from the tempting sight.

‘I’ll take care of Madam Stone,’ Mike whispered. ‘You put the amulet around Mr Gee’s neck. He can’t harm you. She’s got him trussed up like a chicken in there.’ Lisa nodded. Mike took a deep breath and suddenly crashed the door open and rushed in. Taking advantage of the element of surprise he grabbed Madam Stone from behind and threw her backwards to the floor. She struggled violently but he was too strong for her. Deftly, he wrapped the long whip that she’d been using to torment her master around her arms, then quickly completed the job using some of the many ropes that were strewn about the floor. Mr Gee struggled vainly on the bench.

‘Get the fuck out of here!’ he roared. Lisa walked over to where he lay and regarded him contemptuously. He was naked, his cock hanging limply and his body scored with red stripes from the lash. She held the amulet in front of his face. His eyes widened in terror. ‘What are you going to do?’ he barked. Lisa said nothing. Half smiling, she bent forward and
slipped
the chain around her host’s neck and secured the clasp tightly. She stood back and watched with a feeling of utmost satisfaction as his cock thickened and rose to a huge erection. ‘Take it off! Take it off!’ he pleaded.

‘You fools!’ spat Madam Stone from her position on the floor. ‘You’ll ruin everything!’

They ignored her, and stood by the bench, looking down at the prone form of Mr Gee. His face and body was covered in sweat and he was trembling markedly. ‘Please,’ he begged. ‘I’ll do anything! Help me!’ Lisa reached out and gripped his thick shaft. She raised his cock vertically and gripped it tightly. Mr Gee groaned and his cream fountained from the purple end to soak his chest. She let his erection fall to his stomach. As she’d expected, it remained as stiff as before. She knew exactly what he was going through. She looked down at Mike’s hard stalk and had an idea. She reached out and caressed it gently.

‘Let’s give our host a little show,’ she pouted. Mike grinned. She removed her T-shirt and jeans quickly. Mike stripped and the two, naked lovers hugged each other tightly. To Lisa, it seemed a just punishment for the torment that she had gone through earlier. She just wished that she’d saved another amulet to fix around the neck of Madam Stone.

Turning her back to Mike, she bent over until her hands rested on the cold, stone floor with her legs straight and slightly apart. From this position she knew that Mr Gee would be able to see everything. Mike moved behind her. ‘No!’ roared the voice from the bench, ‘for pity’s sake!’ They ignored the desperate entreaties of their shackled host.

‘Fuck me,’ said Lisa pointedly. ‘Fuck my cunt with your big, hard cock.’ She knew the effect that her crude words would have on Mr Gee. She glanced
over
her shoulder, just in time to see him ejaculate again. She smiled smugly, then turned to look at Madam Stone. The big woman’s dark eyes blazed with fury.

‘You’ll regret this, my girl,’ she growled. Lisa looked away and felt the wonderful touch of Mike’s knob on her open pussy-lips. He entered her fully in one long, easy movement. Mr Gee moaned in abject misery.

‘Fuck me!’ she ordered. ‘Fuck me hard! Ram that massive prick in and out of my tight, wet cunt!’ Mike was in no mood to refuse. He gripped her bottom and began to slide his stiff erection in and out of her. He allowed her to savour the full length with each measured thrust. Lisa quickly forgot their audience and surrendered herself to the pleasure of Mike’s deep, expert penetration of her hot sheath. She knew that he wouldn’t last long; he had held the amulet for too long. But so had she, and she was coming already. Mike seemed to sense it, and he started to pound rapidly into her. The loud, slapping noise of his groin smacking against her bottom echoed around the room. Mr Gee groaned pitifully. Lisa knew that he had orgasmed yet again, and that the pain of desire would be unbearable by now.

‘Harder, Mike, harder,’ she pleaded. ‘Come with me.’ Mike dug his fingernails into her sumptuous buttocks and thrust in and out of her wildly. Suddenly he groaned and rammed his full length deep into her. She felt the thumping of his thick shaft and came with him, as powerful an orgasm as she’d ever had in her life. Mike pulled from her and sent the remains of his cream streaking across her back. Lisa smiled to herself as she felt the warmth of the fluid on her skin. Mike’s display was clearly for the benefit of their hapless captive.

Lisa stood erect and reached behind her back to scoop Mike’s semen from her skin. She looked directly into Mr Gee’s eyes and put her creamy fingers to her lips. She licked the warm juice from her fingertips. He came again, and began to sob uncontrollably. His chest and stomach were soaked with his juices. Lisa gripped Mike’s hand and retrieved her clothing. ‘Come on,’ she said, ‘let’s leave them to it.’

‘You can’t leave me like this!’ moaned Mr Gee. She glanced at him once more then turned her back and walked through the door. She didn’t turn her head again as she walked up the steps, even when she heard the bolts sliding into place as Mike secured their captives in their cellar prison.

Lisa sat on the lounger at the pool’s edge and lazily watched as Peter and his lovely wife, Jeannie, enjoyed the inviting water. Peter was moving languorously on his back, more floating than swimming. He was wearing small, white trunks that contrasted sharply with his sable complexion. They were rendered almost transparent by the water, and she could clearly make out the shape of his long, limp penis. She thought about how large it grew when hard, and how sweet it tasted. She imagined him sliding it into Janet’s tight little bottom and wondered at her friend’s capability to absorb such a monster in that way with such apparent ease. That was Janet’s thing, of course. As she often put it so delicately, there was nothing she liked better than a good, hard arse-fuck.