Teena: A House of Ill Repute (5 page)

'Hold, bitch!' the cruel maidservant exclaimed. 'Be still, or t'will be all the worse for you. Have at her, Master Hacklebury. Bring the bitch to heel, sir.'

A third, fourth and fifth stroke fell and Maudie felt as though her whole rump was on fire. She sobbed uncontrollably and all four of her limbs trembled in fear and pain, but her tormentor was not prepared to allow her any respite. Once again Megan urged Hacklebury on, and once again he delivered a ferocious blow, the crop striking the taut hide with a resounding slap that seemed to echo around the bare-walled chamber. Tears streamed from Maudie's eyes, soaking the leather of her mask.

'Six will do,' she dimly heard Hacklebury announce. 'You can give her more later, if you like, Meg. But for me, I have something else to give her in the meantime. See if the bitch is ready for me. The damned buttons on these breeches are a curse and no mistaking.'

Now Megan moved around behind Maudie and the poor girl stiffened as she felt cool fingers probing between her thighs for the unprotected area, feeling between the leather lips that framed her own nether ones. She heard Megan's low curse.

'Damn her, but she's dry as a bone!' she cried.

Hacklebury laughed from somewhere further behind. 'A change from before, I venture,' he observed. 'Last time the whip brought her on like an overflowing well.'

'Perhaps she's tiring, Master Hacklebury,' Megan suggested. 'But ne'er mind, my sweet laddie, I have the very thing here. Now hold, bitch and don't dare you move, else I'll have that crop to you again straight off.'

The cool fingers returned now, but this time they felt different. Maudie stifled a whimper as she realised what Megan was doing - prising her open and smearing something slippery into the mouth of her sex, working it in and massaging the interior of her passage, the slippery digits running back and forth across her nubbin, which refused to respond and even seemed to shrink, mirroring her terror.

Finally, the invaders slid clear and Maudie was aware of Megan standing up and moving back around beside her head.

'That will do it,' his devoted servant informed Hacklebury evenly. 'And she feels good and tight today, which should be all the better for you, my angel.'

'Aye, tight is good indeed.'

Maudie heard Hacklebury grunt, and then she felt something pressing against her sex. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the inevitable she once again was powerless to prevent
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If Anne-Marie had noticed my latest 'flip-back', as I now privately thought of these curious dreamlike interludes, she gave no indication and I guessed that, as far as she and the present time were concerned, my 'absence' could only have lasted a second or two. In any case, Anne-Marie was far too intent on what she was doing to have taken much notice of me, other than as a sort of life-sized Barbie doll there for her personal amusement and distraction.

As before, the corset was like a vice as Anne-Marie tightened it about me, tugging mercilessly on the straps that adjusted the thick rubber, until I could once again barely breathe. My mind flickered back to that dreadful leather dog suit. Could that have been any tighter than this now was, or had that merely been imagination distorted by more than a century? I shifted and tried not to wince as Anne-Marie made another adjustment to the middle straps at the small of my back, drawing them, unbelievably, one notch more before passing them through the other sides of their respective buckles.

'D'you know,' she quipped, walking slowly round me, 'it's incredible how your body adjusts so easily. There's no way I could have gotten down this far before, no matter how hard I tried. It's almost as if you're made of rubber yourself, Teenie.'

I didn't feel as if I was made of rubber, merely encased and braced in it, now almost incapable of bending at the waist and forced to breathe in short, shallow gasps from the top of my lungs, which caused my pushed out breasts to rise and fall in a manner I knew would be irresistible to anyone who saw them.

Whereas before I had put on the latex stockings myself prior to Anne-Marie fitting me into the corset, now she attended to everything, dusting each limb lightly with talcum powder and adding a touch more of the white mist inside each stocking before she presented it to my foot. I shivered at the delightfully cool touch of the silky fabric, knowing that almost immediately that chilly kiss would begin to turn into a warming embrace in the same fashion as the corset was already beginning to bring up a heat within my torso.

'Boots next,' Anne-Marie whispered when the second stocking had been smoothed into immaculate, gleaming position and the final suspender tab attached to it. My toes were already beginning to feel damp as I dutifully raised one stocking-clad foot, sliding it into the depths of the long rubber boot and standing awkwardly while my beautiful mistress laced it tightly up towards the top of my thigh. She worked deftly and quickly and very soon I was balanced again - if balanced was the word to use regarding those heels - each foot atop a weighted four inch platform, each sole raised a further five inches on dagger-like, steel braced points.

Now I was indeed considerably taller than Anne-Marie, and yet she had that uncanny knack of appearing bigger and even more powerful than she was, a power that came from within and from her peculiarly fierce conviction that everything she did was right and the rest of humanity had somehow been put on this earth merely to pander to her whims.

'Oh, this does so prettily frame your sweet pussy,' she murmured, bending down to lightly caress my denuded mound and the lips beneath it. Her butterfly touch sent a jolt of lightning surging up my spine and for an instant I all but lost my balance. I heard her chuckle and then felt one hand cupping my naked left buttock.

'Steady, little Teenie-slave,' she cooed, 'plenty of time for that later. For now, let's just enjoy all this nice and easy.' She bent down and I felt the warmth of her mouth as her lips pressed gently against my nakedness. I braced myself, waiting for the invading tongue, but she must have realised that would have been too much, and she was not yet quite ready to reduce me to the helpless wreck we both knew I would eventually become.

Maudie stood trembling and swaying, her mind reeling with confusion and shame. She did not fully understand what had happened to her, but she was shrewd enough to have a very good idea, and she was horrified to think her body had so brazenly betrayed her.

Her breath came in short gasps, the tightly laced midriff section of the dog suit preventing her from using her diaphragm in the usual way, and each outgoing breath was accompanied by a low whining sound. She closed her eyes, trying to force the memories from her mind and to regain control of herself, but all that happened was that her body was once again wracked with spasmodic twitches even though it was now several minutes since Hacklebury had withdrawn from her, and he was now gone altogether.

She heard footsteps again, recognising Megan's lighter tread, and opened her eyes slightly, peering up as the woman loomed over her.

'Well, we'll postpone your next whipping, bitch,' Megan laughed. 'That was very good, very good indeed. He had no idea at all and that's excellent. He's off to London now as happy as a pig in shit and by the time he returns, as far as he'll be concerned, you'll be history.' She bent down in front of Maudie and grasped her beneath the chin, tipping the muzzled face up to her own.

'You see, Maudie,' she continued, lowering her voice, 'he thinks I'm going to kill you - put you down like a worn out old mutt, don't you see, but I think that would be a waste. Besides, I may have further use for you in the future, you never can tell. Of course, you'll need to be properly broken, but I reckon after a few months as my pet little bitch you'll do anything for me, isn't that so? Yes, we'll keep you on, doggie girl, at least for now, but not here. No, I've a much safer place to keep you. It's not that far from here, but it's somewhere nobody will ever go poking around and only I know where it is. So come, my little Maudie bitch. Let's go for a nice walk in the fresh air and go find your new kennel, eh?'

Again I was certain Anne-Marie had not noticed my 'flip'. In any case, by now she had the rubber helmet in place on me, and the tinted lenses would have made it difficult to see if my eyes had glazed over momentarily. I'd said nothing about the first of today's glimpses of the past, not wanting to disturb the mood that was beginning to build. I could say nothing about the second now, for the soft rubber gag filled my mouth completely and the only sounds I could make were sure to be misinterpreted by my eager mistress.

And so I stood stoically in my enforced silence as Anne-Marie completed my outfit, smoothing the gloves up my arms and attaching the wristbands, which she once again clipped to the belt encircling my waist over the stomach and lung-crunching corset.

'There!' she exclaimed finally, standing back and clapping her hands together in a gesture expressing intense satisfaction. 'Welcome back, Teenie-slave.'

I felt my stomach twitch as the rubber dildo inside me seemed to grow larger, but outwardly I managed to remain like a statue.

'We'll just take you out to the garage for the moment,' she continued, reaching up to clip a short leash to the front of my collar. 'I need to see to Andrea and then get myself ready. We're going for a little drive this afternoon and we won't be back until late tomorrow, so there are a few things I'll need to make sure we take with us. And in case you're wondering, we're all going to visit Carmen. She's having a very special party at her place and I know how keen she is to meet up with the two of you again. She was most impressed the other night, most impressed indeed. She even offered me a thousand pounds for each of you, but I told her I wouldn't part with either of you for a hundred times that much, silly woman. However, I think it will be nice to share you both, just for a few hours, don't you?'

I made no reply, obviously, but dutifully followed as she led me from the bedroom, down the stairs and out via the kitchen into the spacious double garage at the side of the house. Aside from a workbench area and some ladders hanging from the rafters, the building was empty and I was manoeuvred into the centre. Anne-Marie let go the leash briefly, crossed to the bench and returned with a length of cord, which she deftly threw up and over the main support rafter above my head.

She drew both ends together and threaded them through the leather handle of my leash, drawing them through, and then tying them off in a crude bow. I eyed the arrangement curiously, hoping my tenure here would not be an overly long one, for although there was enough slack in the cord and leash to enable me to walk about a little, I could see there would not be enough to allow me to sit or kneel. Until Anne-Marie decided otherwise, I would be a mute prisoner perched on my ridiculous heels, and already I imagined I could feel the protestations in my leg muscles.

I opened my eyes and straightaway knew I had gone back again, not as a nebulous observer this time, but once again into the body of the woman I was certain was my ancestor, Angelina Spigwell and supposedly also Hacklebury. I blinked several times and looked down at the black-haired head resting against my chest before turning my attention back to my latest circumstances.

We were inside a coach and for some reason it had stopped, although where I had no idea. Without disturbing my sleeping companion, I reached out and drew the blind to one side. It was still dark, although I realised suddenly this did not mean it was still the same night - the night we started to make our escape. Days, weeks even, might have passed since then, although something told me they had not.

We were obviously still somewhere out in the countryside, for I could see the dark outlines of trees and bushes, and there, off in the distance, a hill rose black against the night sky, barely perceptible on this moonless night. I shook my head, marvelling at how dark the night was compared to any I had, or would, experience in my own time. From outside came the faint sounds of shuffling horses and their laboured breathing, but aside from that, all was silence.

With a sudden start of realisation, I fumbled under the rug covering my lap and breathed a sigh of relief as my fingers closed around the pistol. Its solidity and weight felt very comforting, even though I had no idea whether or not I could make the damned thing fire. I carefully eased the sleeping Indira to one side, wondering whether Andy had returned with me this time, or whether, when she awoke, it would be as her own self. I wondered what she would make of all this, indeed what she must have made of it when Andy and I were finally being whisked back to our own century, and she returned to her senses to find that she and Angelina were already well on the way to escaping.

And what of Angelina? I reached out again and carefully unlatched the carriage door. Well, Angelina had certainly carried on with the escape plan, that much was certain, but in the meantime, where was Erik, and had she indeed taken the massive Scandinavian with them? I assumed she must have, for someone had to have been driving the coach.

Moving slowly, and wincing as the rustic coach springs creaked beneath my shifting weight, I stepped down onto what passed as the road, a rutted and pitted surface of mud and fine stones.

I closed the carriage door as quietly as I had opened it and raised the pistol in front of me, peering through the gloom towards the front of the carriage and to the dark shapes of the near motionless horses. Where the hell was Erik? And where exactly were we? Find one and I would, hopefully, find the answer to the second question. The darkness seemed to hug me like a cloak, but not a particularly comfortable one. I stepped sideways, moving away from the carriage and into the centre of the road.