The Invitation (5 page)

And this time
there was no mistaking the churning sensation in her lower gut for
anything other than what it was.

Arousal.

She felt like
weeping.

“Jennifer, two
thousand pounds to bend Abigail over your knee and cane her five
times on the backside.”

“What?” Abigail
spluttered. “Uh uh, no way.”

“Oh come on,”
the brunette moaned. “I took that fucking thing up my arse, the
least you can do is take a few lashings. It’s only five, don’t be
such a stuck up bitch.”

“Jennifer is
right, Abigail,” Jasper added. “If you forfeit it’s game over and
Nancy here gets the million.”

The exchange
left Nancy numb. But a discreet glance at her watch showed the half
hour was up. She got to her feet.

“I’d like my
ten thousand pounds now please,” Nancy said in a small voice. “I’m
ready to go.”

“Sit back
down,” Jasper said.

“No. My half
hour’s up and I want to go…”

“I fucking said
sit!”

His raised
voice made her flinch, but still she didn’t sit back down. He
softened his tone a little when he next spoke.

“Look, I’ll
give you sixty thousand pounds to sit down and see the game through
to the end. You know the score by now. All you have to do for that
sixty thousand is sit down and shut the fuck up.”

Her head
reeled.

Sixty thousand
pounds? Had she heard right?

“Slut, get the
money and hand it to her, will you? So Nancy, are you staying or
going?”

Against her
better judgement she sat back down.
I don’t have to do anything,
I don’t have to do anything,
she said to herself over and
over.

“Good,” Jasper
said, a note of exasperation seeping into his voice. “I’m glad
that’s settled. You two, get the fuck on with it.”

Jennifer sat
down on the chair next to Nancy and Abigail awkwardly leaned over
her lap, her hands gripping the side of the chair and her arse
raised in the air.

From this
position her wet pussy was clearly visible to Nancy and she closed
her eyes at the intensely erotic sight.

I am not a
lesbian, so why am I aroused by this?

Jasper came
over to her and crouched down by the side of her chair. She tried
not to flinch when he stroked the side of her face.

“You are
perfect,” he murmured, “everything I thought you’d be and more. And
you’re not gay, you’re just different, that’s all. You’re wired up
the same way as me, I knew it the first second I ever saw you.”

How did he know
she was worrying about being gay? It was like he was peering into
her very soul and the thought chilled her. But still she didn’t
understand what he was talking about. Wired up like him? She was
not sick in the head like him, she wasn’t….

The cane
cutting through the air and landing with a resounding
thwack
on Abigail’s bottom snapped her back into the moment.

She flinched as
the woman screamed. Her face burnt and as much as she hated to
admit it, her pussy ached.

The cane came
crashing down four more times, leaving an angry looking, red
criss-cross pattern on the redhead’s arse cheeks.

Nancy couldn’t
tear her gaze away from the unfolding scene, tears stinging her
eyes the wetter she got. It was like she could feel every blow on
her own bottom and her heart and soul craved the pain and
humiliation the cane would bring.

When the women
were finished, Abigail stood upright. She had to steady herself on
the table edge and tears slipped from her eyes.

“You bastard,
it hurts like fuck,” she complained, bending over at the waist.

“Ladies, I’d
like to thank you for your participation, and I have decided on the
winner. The woman that will be leaving here tonight with one
million pounds is Nancy.”

There was a
humming sound in Nancy’s ears and she swayed slightly on her seat.
She was dimly aware of the incredulous, evil looks the other two
women were giving her.

And she
couldn’t say she blamed them.

“Why,”
spluttered Abigail, obviously having forgotten about her sore
bottom. “The bitch hasn’t done anything. Why the fuck is she
getting the million?”

“Yeah, I can’t
believe it,” Jennifer added. “that’s just fucking sick. It’s so
unfair.”

“Oh, quit your
moaning. I said Nancy was the winner. If she accepts my challenge
of course.”

What
challenge,
she thought in despair. Whatever it was, she knew it
would be bad. How could it be anything less than horrific coming
from this sadistic pervert?

“What would I
have to do?” she asked quietly, not believing that she was even
contemplating his proposition.

“Just remember
Nancy, you’ll be doing this for your Mother, not just for the
money. I meant what I said in your interview, I will get your
Mother into hospital to receive the treatment and the transplant
that will save her life; treatment that would normally be
completely inaccessible to people like you.”

People like
me.
She wondered what she even was to him, how he perceived
her. Was she just a toy to him, someone to play with and then
discard at the end of the night when he was bored with her?

But one million
pounds was one hell of an expensive toy. None of this made any
sense to her.

“Here is my
proposition to you Nancy. I want you to strip off and accept the
punishment that will be dished out to you from me and the three
slags in the room.”

“Why the fuck
should we help?” chimed in the redhead.

“For an extra
fifty grand each. Besides, don’t you want to see Nancy suffer? I
know how much you two hate her, how jealous of her you are. I’m
sure you’d love to watch her hurting.”

The redhead
smirked humourlessly. “Well, since you put it like that. Yeah, I’m
in.”

“Me too,”
Jennifer added. “It’s not fair she gets the million.”

“So there you
go,” Jasper said, turning towards her. “If you do as I ask you’ll
be one million pounds richer with the best medical care in the
world for your Mother.”

“What would I
have to do?” she whispered.

“Nothing. Just
take what’s given to you.”

“You said in
the interview I wouldn’t have to have sex with you.”

“And I stand by
that, dear Nancy. This is about so much more than the physical act.
It’s about power and control. And your submission, mind, body and
soul.”

Still she
didn’t get it. This was completely outside her field of
understanding.

Then she
thought of her Mother.

“OK. I want the
money up front, and I want your word you’ll help my Mother.”

“Slut, fetch
the rest of the money,” he ordered the prostitute. “I will give you
the suitcases filled with the cash now, you can look at them when I
break your spirit. And when I’m through with you, you have my word
you will be safely transported home by my chauffer. And tomorrow
your Mother will start her treatment.”

Nancy knew what
she had to do. As if she had a choice. There was never a choice,
that’s why she came here tonight, and that’s why she was still
here.

“OK then. Let’s
do this.”

Nancy Plays The
Game.

“It’s really
quite simple sweetheart, all you have to do is take off your
clothes and lie down on the chaise lounge.”

Nancy was
struck dumb and immobile with stage fright. Nothing worked, not her
legs, her arms, or her voice.

The prostitute
had brought in five briefcases, all of which were lined up on the
table. Jasper had briefly shown her the contents. The sight of so
much money had made her want to faint.

But still she
couldn’t bring herself to move.

“The fact
you’re still here shows I know you will do it, there was never any
doubt in my mind. Julie left because she wasn’t cut out for it. But
you are, it is your true nature, stop fighting it.”

“Yeah, get a
fucking move on,” Jennifer complained.

Jasper threw
her a withering stare and she shut up.

Abigail held
the cane, Jennifer a whip that looked like a riding crop.

Her paralysis
broke.
I’m doing this for you Mum…

Her dress
couldn’t be sexily rolled down her body like the other women had
done; she had to pull it over her head in an ungainly, clumsy
manner, getting her arms caught up in a tangle of fabric as she did
so.

Now she was
free of the dress and stood there in her sensible black
underwear.

I can’t
believe I’m doing this,
she thought as she unhooked her
bra.

She closed her
eyes when she felt her heavy breasts fall free. It felt so wrong to
feel air on her bare tits. Wrong and humiliating.

So then why was
she so slick between her legs?

“And the rest,”
Jasper said.

There was no
mistaking the heavy arousal in his voice and she shivered. She
pulled the damp knickers down her slender legs and stood quivering
and naked, peeking up at him through lowered lashes. It took every
last ounce of her will power not to cover herself up with her arms
and cross her legs tightly together.

“You’re
beautiful,” he breathed, “these two sluts have nothing on you.”

Nancy glanced
at the naked women holding the cane and the whip and she shivered
in a terrified kind of arousal. Needless to say, they openly glared
at her, hating her for winning the million pounds and hating her
for being Jasper’s favourite.

She felt sure
she was about to feel the full extent of their hatred all over her
body very soon.

Her heels
clicked on the floorboards as she made her way over to the chaise
lounge.

“That’s right,”
Jasper said, “lie on your back, arms above your head and
relax.”

He came over
and looked down at her. She could feel her heart hammering against
her ribcage.

To her surprise
he kneeled down at the end of the chaise lounge and pulled her
right leg so her foot thumped the floor and her cunt was exposed to
him.

She gasped,
instinctively going to close her legs.

“No,” he said
abruptly.

Instantly she
relaxed her legs and allowed herself to be in this position that
went against every natural urge to hide from his hungry gaze.

“You have a
beautiful cunt, so why hide it? But I’m afraid that
this
will have to go.” He tugged at her neatly trimmed, dark pubic hair.
“You don’t get to hide your assets behind hair.”

The prostitute
appeared by her side as if from nowhere, making her jump. In her
hands she held a pair of nail scissors and sheets of what looked
like fly paper. It took Nancy a moment to work out that they were
waxing strips.

“No,” she
gasped, attempting to sit up.

Jasper pushed
her back.

“Oh don’t be
such a baby, it’s only like going to the beautician’s. Just relax
and let the whore do her job.”

He stood up,
allowing the silent prostitute access between her legs. She felt
the woman’s fingers on her pussy, then the snick of scissors
trimming her close in preparation for the waxing.

She flinched
when she felt the woman tug on her labia, stretching it out so she
was better able to trim the hair there. Nancy peered over the great
mounds of her tits at her, close to sobbing in humiliation.

She wasn’t the
only one looking at her tits. Jasper leaned over to lightly touch
her soft flesh, grazing his fingers over nipples. They stiffened
instantly at his touch and he laughed.

“Hey, you two
whores, get over here.”

The two women
that had been watching silently form the dining table came over,
still holding the whip and the cane.

“Put down your
weapons for the moment. Get on the floor and do a sixty nine. I’ll
give you both an extra five grand each each time one of you
comes.”

They didn’t
have to be asked twice. If they were disgusted, they didn’t show
it. Jennifer lay on her back and spread her legs and Abigail sat on
her face and buried her face in her pussy.

Nancy stared at
the intensely erotic sight. But her eyes were wrenched up to the
ceiling when she felt searing pain on her pubic mound as the hair
was ripped out at root.

She squealed
and Jasper smiled at her discomfort. He leaned over and began to
knead her breasts. He had large hands, but still her flesh spilled
out around his fingers and he couldn’t disguise his groan of
approval.

Now the
prostitute was removing her hair in short, sharp bursts, using the
corner of the strip to make sure every last bit was removed.

It felt as if
the delicate skin between her legs had caught fire. Her labia
especially burned and raged and she sobbed.

Jasper let go
of her tits and crouched down, taking the prostitute’s place
between her legs.

“Much better,
now I can actually see you.”

He slipped his
hands beneath her buttocks to spread them and positioned his
shoulders in such a way between her thighs she was unable to close
her legs.

“No she gasped,
when he his face descended on her pussy.

She gasped when
the heat of his wet tongue connected with her clit.

But she did not
push him away. She needed to save her Mum and she wanted that
million.

Christ, that
feels so fucking good,
she thought, despite herself.

He licked along
her wet slit, his tongue stiffening and darting in and out of her
drenched hole, before latching onto her clit again.

It felt good,
too good, the pain of having her pussy waxed all but gone.

Oh Christ no, I
don’t want to come on his face…

Just when the
pleasure was building to such heights she was in danger of tumbling
over the edge into a spiral of ecstatic release, he pulled
away.