Maid Service (28 page)

The three who seemed to be the actual businessmen were at least easy to get on with, and as they talked over glasses of gin and tonic Peter began to relax. They seemed to have an almost infantile delight in their desire to have British girls thoroughly humiliated, in which he could see at least a reflection of his own sexual preferences. Nevertheless, they were extremely courteous to both Rhiannon and Michelle, but made no effort to conceal their lust, as if the women had been created purely for their sexual entertainment. It was an attitude very much in accordance with some of the girls' darker fantasies, if very different from the way they handled men in day-to-day life. By the time they were ready to leave, Peter was thoroughly looking forward to the afternoon's entertainment.

Nothing out of the ordinary happened on the way back to the Grove, allowing Peter to expand on the scenario he and Stephen had set up to make the entertainment exciting for their guests. He was already on first name terms with Zoran and Miroslav, who were seated to either side of Michelle in the back of the Jaguar. Kralj rode in the front, maintaining a slightly unnerving silence while the others listened to Peter's descriptions of Clementine and Felicity.

“… natural blonds too, as you will see. In fact, they're so alike they could be sisters. But they were rivals at school and they absolutely hate each other, so you can be sure of a good fight. Not only that, but the winner gets a nice bonus to take home, as well as being allowed to do as she likes to the loser, who then gets six of the cane to finish her off.”

“You know how to handle a girl!” Zoran laughed.

“Stick and carrot, we call it,” Peter explained. “An expression that comes from an old fashioned way to make a donkey move along, with a carrot dangled in front of his nose and a stick to beat him with. Only in this case the donkey is a girl, the carrot is money and the stick is … well, a stick.”

Both Zoran and Miroslav laughed, and even Kralj's stony expression seemed to flicker towards a smile for an instant as Peter turned into the lane. Chloe was waiting at the door, looking pleasingly shy and embarrassed in her over-the-top outfit with her breasts lifted up high and bare in two demi-cup froths of lace. She also looked distinctly submissive, with a silver tray fastened to her wrists by slender chains. The same chains also led to tiny clips made in the shape of dragon's heads, each with its teeth clamped onto one stiff nipple. On the tray was a bottle of Champagne and several full glasses.

“Champagne, Gentlemen?” she offered, bobbing a curtsy as Peter and the others climbed from the car.

“Pol Roger, Winston Churchill's personal favorite,” Peter explained as they took their glasses. “Which is why the cuvée is named after him, the 'eighty-five in this case, and made using grapes exclusively from Grand Cru vineyards.”

Both Zoran and Milosevic were plainly more interested in inspecting the now blushing Chloe's firmly clamped tits, while Kralj was looking at the open, empty fields and hedges as he spoke into his mobile phone.

“We're quite secure, I assure you,” Peter told him, although he found himself glancing nervously at the line of trees along the road and at a distant row of walkers on Ivinghoe Beacon. “You'd need an extraordinarily powerful lens to see that Chloe's dress is anything more than a cheeky costume, while all the action will be around the back, where we're screened in all directions. Do come in.”

Kralj responded with a single, crisp nod and followed through to the garden, leaving Chloe to greet Stephen and the remaining guests as their car drew up. Clementine and Felicity stood on the lawn, glowering at each other from either side of a pool of thick, grayish mud.

“This is our clay pit,” Peter announced, indicating the depression he'd hollowed out in the middle of the lawn. “Just the thing for girls to wrestle in, I'm sure you'll agree?”

He'd chosen the position well, making sure that the house and trees blocked the view in every direction, with the peak of the hill barely visible between the tall trunks. Considerable trouble had also gone into the design. First he had marked out a circle ten feet wide, then dug a shallow bowl from the chalky soil. A pond liner had ensured that the bottom was smooth and the water wouldn't drain away too quickly, while a local quarry had allowed him to collect a quantity of chalky slurry. All of his efforts had resulted in a very natural-looking pit of notably disgusting clay.

Stephen and the remaining three guests had joined them, sipping Champagne and passing remarks in a language completely lost on Peter. But the crude jokes made at the girls' expense, and speculation as to what could be done with each of them, barely needed translation. Mr. Drach was the first to touch, walking over to Felicity to push one breast up and out her of her bodice. He gave the nipple a firm tweak and set it erect, before treating the other to the same. Felicity managed a giggle in response, while there was nothing false about her blushes. But Mr. Drach seemed concerned only with her body, merely passing a remark in his own language as he began to fondle her breasts.

“Hands on your head, Felicity,” Peter ordered, “and you, Clementine. Show the gentlemen some respect.”

Both girls complied, Felicity struggling to maintain her composure, Clementine cool and serene even as her breasts were popped out in turn and her nipples tweaked to erection. Chloe had joined them, and she was similarly perused, Zoran holding up her skirt to show off the seat of her frilly knickers and allowing Miroslav to take a leisurely fondle of her bottom. Kralj and the two big, quiet men had disappeared in among the trees, presumably to make sure they were unobserved, and Peter took the opportunity to speak with Stephen.

“Well, they seem to like the girls.”

“I should hope so too,” Stephen answered. “I just hope the girls like them enough to put on a good show.”

“We should be okay,” Peter assured him. “That's one of the many good things about ex-toasty girls. They're used to humiliation. In fact, they'll probably be disappointed if they don't get a good spanking, especially Clemmie.”

“I'm not sure our friends are into spanking as such,” Stephen replied as they watched Chloe's frilly knickers pulled down. “Or at least, not in the English style. Mainly they just seem to like girls they can interfere with.”

Peter nodded. Mr. Drach now had Felicity's breasts fully out of her dress, one cupped in either hand as he sucked and licked at her nipples. She stood bolt upright, her hands on top of her head and her eyes closed, her emotions betrayed by the faint trembling of her lower lip. Zoran had gone to Clementine, one hand down the front of her knickers. Despite his sober demeanor, she seemed to savor his touch as her mouth grew slack and her calm expression gave way to reluctant pleasure as she was molested. Miroslav had stayed with Chloe, her knickers now around her ankles, as he squeezed and licked at her bottom while she struggled not to giggle through her scarlet blushes.

Mr. Drach gave an order, laughing but also stern. All three girls had quickly been divested of their knickers, leaving them bare both front and back as they hurried indoors to fetch more refreshments and the men came over to compliment Stephen and Peter on the arrangements. Kralj returned with the two bodyguards to make a brief report in his own language before taking a glass of champagne from Chloe as she re-emerged. Rhiannon appeared, carrying seats for the wrestling, only to be caught by Zoran and Miroslav, molested and stripped nude as she scampered back for more chairs. Peter said nothing, and when she came out again she was quickly seated on one of the chairs as Zoran's cock was fed into her mouth. Mr. Drach also unzipped, guiding Felicity's hand to his cock, while Clementine was put on her knees to suck Miroslav erect. None of the others took any notice and Peter decided to follow their example, expounding upon the beauty of the Chilterns to Mr. Drach and Miroslav even as the girls worked on their cocks.

With a grunt from Zoran, Rhiannon received a faceful of jism, with creamy ribbons hanging from her nose and chin as well as a long white streak down one cheek and more still in her mouth. Miroslav promptly excused himself to Peter and ducked down to turn Clementine onto her knees, easing his cock into her cunt with no more self-consciousness than if he'd been fastening a cufflink. Mr. Drach guided Felicity down to where she took his cock in her mouth, with Peter now amused but a little shocked as he continued the conversation.

“I must say, you use the girls very casually, Mr. Drach.”

“That is what they're here for, no?” Mr Drach responded as Peter watched Zoran wipe his cum into Rhiannon's face with his still hard cock.

“That's true enough,” Peter answered, now talking to the sound of the squelching noise of Miroslav's cock in Clementine's cunt. “Would you like to um … finish off before the wrestling?”

“I am so sorry,” Mr. Drach replied. “We are being rude. The girls must get ready for the fight, of course. Miroslav, fuck the other one, the red head. You can stop now, little one.”

“You'd better get changed,” Peter told Felicity as she came off Mr. Drach's cock. “You too, Clemmie.”

Clementine was still on her knees, her cunt agape from Miroslav's cock, but she nodded and followed Felicity indoors. Chloe was put down in Felicity's place, still with her tray in her hands as she sucked on Mr. Drach's penis, while Miroslav held Rhiannon's legs up to watch his erection slide in and out as he fucked her. Peter watched, along with the others, his own cock now starting to stiffen in response to the abundant show of bare, female flesh. He also could not deny finding a perverse and unexpected pleasure in the casual way the girls were being used so crudely. But he was determined to save himself for later.

Miroslav obviously wasn't, suddenly pushing his trousers down and mounting Rhiannon, to fuck her on her back with her legs up and open, his cock pumping in and out, his balls slapping onto her spread bottom until he'd unloaded deep inside her. Mr. Drach showed more patience, simply enjoying Chloe's mouth until Clementine and Felicity came back out, now ready to wrestle. Both wore bikinis, red for Clementine and blue for Felicity, tied with bows between each girl's breasts and at her hips.

“What are the rules?” Mr. Drach asked.

“They fight in the mud,” Peter explained. “The first to be made fully nude is the loser, including the ribbons in their hair. The winner can then do what she likes with the loser, who'll also get six of the cane from me, or you if you prefer, and, I don't know … staked out on the lawn for general use? Whatever takes your fancy, really.”

Mr. Drach gave a pleased nod and reached down to cuff Chloe gently across the face as he spoke.

“You'd better get on with serving the drinks, little one. The redhead can suck my penis while I watch.”

“Rhiannon,” Peter said, gesturing to her.

She'd clearly been included in the entertainment, and Peter found himself glad Michelle had remained in the kitchen. There was something unsettling about the way the men used the girls and, while he could see the appeal, he preferred not to have his heavily pregnant wife involved. Rhiannon at least seemed to accept the situation, crawling across to where Mr. Drach had sat down, and taking his erection in her hand as she began to lick at his balls. The others also took their seats, with Clementine and Felicity already at either side of the clay pit, sizing each other up with convincingly hateful glares.

Peter waited until Chloe had served out fresh drinks, then signaled for the fight to begin. Both girls started forward, cautiously, but in Clementine's case not cautiously enough. Her foot slipped on the sloping bottom of the pit and she went down sideways into the mud, quickly catching herself even as Felicity darted forward, only to slip as well and go down full length in the mess, saving her face by a miracle. A peel of laughter went up from the watchers, the two bodyguards included, followed by cries of encouragement as Clementine threw herself on top of Felicity.

The girls went down, sprawling in the mud, both already filthy and getting rapidly worse as each struggled to get at the other's bikini bows. First Clementine seemed to have the advantage, jerking Felicity's bikini top loose and pulling it free to show off her naked breasts, each slippery with clay save for a pink triangle topped by even pinker nipples. One firm push and she was faced down in the clay again, both tits now filthy all over but her face still unsullied as she gave a furious sideways twist.

Clementine went down, her legs waving in the air as she was unseated. As she twisted over in an attempt to get up, Felicity caught her around the waist. Struggling to rise, Clementine's knees began to slip in the clay without moving her at all, a sight so comic that even the bodyguards were roaring with laughter, and all the more so as Felicity scooped up a massive wad of clay and stuffed it down the back of Clementine's bikini bottoms. A second handful followed, adding to the weight in Clementine's bikini, which now hung down in a heavy, rounded ball, as if she'd had an extremely unfortunate accident.

Zoran passed a remark to Miroslav, in Serbian but easily understandable, raising fresh laughter, which Peter rejoined as Felicity began to spank the helpless Clementine, squashing the soggy clay across her bottom with firm, accurate smacks. Most of the muck squeezed out around the side of Clementine's bikini briefs but, as she gave a gasp of outrage and disgust, Peter realized that some of it must have slithered into her cunt. Felicity laughed, and Clementine used the distraction to snatch at her opponent, catching one of the bows at Felicity's hip.

Already topless, Felicity was forced to defend herself, grabbing at the bow, but too late. Her bikini bottoms had come lose, unfastened at one side, then hauled off as Clementine tightened her grip and threw herself backwards in the same instant, sprawling in the mud with her own bikini briefs halfway down and her muddy cunt displayed. Still, Felicity was now completely in the nude with only her hair ribbon between her and defeat.