The Price of Desire (23 page)

‘Yeah, your arse is so tight,' Bacchus grunted, grabbing Richard's hips. ‘You begged for this, remember that.' Bacchus pulled out a little, only to thrust back hard.

‘Ah!' Richard cried out.

Again and again the man withdrew, only to shunt back into Richard's stretched and punished arse, then repeating the motion immediately. By the time Bacchus had found a steady rhythm Richard was lost, away in a raw animal lust. He had never felt so free. All he cared about was pleasure, sensation and satisfaction. Bacchus' powerful thighs were slapping against the backs of his, his cock thrusting deep inside him. He in turn was thrusting harder into Fern's mouth, her finger buried in her own sex. Richard pushed his tongue deep into Rachael's pussy, licking her clitoris as hard as he could. His face was covered with her juices, clouding his senses with her exotic scent.

All four of them were coated with sweat, panting and writhing in a sexual frenzy. The room was filled with the smell of sex, their moans and grunts and the unmistakable sounds of moist bodies slapping against each other.

With her fingers buried deep inside herself Fern sucked furiously on Richard's bursting cock as she brought herself closer to orgasm, her movements growing more erratic as she moaned her pleasure around his erection. She hurtled towards release, bucking on the bed as her thunderous orgasm washed over her.

It was too much for Richard and he roared into Rachael's dripping pussy, forcing his tongue deep into her sopping hole as he came explosively in Fern's mouth, spurting his seed deep down her throat, his every muscle convulsing as he came. As Richard clenched involuntarily his anus tightened around Bacchus' embedded erection. Bacchus groaned and stuffed his cock into Richard's arse with long hard thrusts, growling as he plunged deep inside him.

With Richard's tongue buried in Rachael's wet sex he felt her thighs tighten around his head as her own orgasm approached. Bacchus' cock twitched and pulsed. He suddenly withdrew, leaving Richard empty, and sprayed his hot seed all over his punished buttocks. Rachael screamed with pleasure as she ground her sex into Richard's face, her climax washing over her as she clenched against his probing tongue. Then falling like dominos, exhausted, they collapsed on the bed, panting, sweating and utterly satisfied.

 

Georgie found Gideon in the kitchen chatting to some of his guests... or were they his clients? How many of Gideon's guests had actually paid for the privilege of being there, or was it simply a marketing opportunity?

She walked up behind him but wasn't prepared for the rush of emotions she felt when he turned and looked at her. Her stomach did a little flip and she felt dizzy. He was dangerous, she knew that, but it seemed only to heighten the intense unidentifiable emotion she felt towards him.

‘Georgie, what a lovely surprise,' he gushed, kissing her on both cheeks.

There was nothing in his manner to suggest he knew she had figured him out. Mistress had obviously done her job and was still holding the vicar, as promised. Georgie was fearful Gideon would sense something was wrong, but she forced a smile praying he wouldn't notice her anxiety.

‘Good to see you again, Gideon,' she said, rather officially considering they were slap bang in the middle of an orgy.

‘Are Richard and Bunnie here too?' he asked.

‘Yes, they're here somewhere. I left them back in the garden.'

‘Good, good, and what about you? Have you joined in any of the fun and games yet?'

‘No,' she blushed. ‘I thought I would have another drink first.' The small-talk over with she couldn't think of anything else to say. She didn't think it wise to accuse him outright. She had to play her hand carefully.

‘Listen, Georgie, I hope you understand but I have to play the host tonight. Stick around; I think you'll enjoy the entertainment later.'

‘Count me in,' she said, hoping that if she could catch him off-guard later he might let something slip about her poor sister's whereabouts.

She decided to take her drink outside and see if she could find Bunnie, but when she reached the patio area her friend was nowhere to be seen, so she headed off into the garden away from the noise of the party.

She walked past planted flowerbeds and neatly trimmed shrubs. She passed a couple hidden in the shadows, could hear them whispering and giggling conspiratorially together.

There were gazebos spotted around, but at the back was a larger brick structure. Georgie walked over to it, mildly curious. It looked old and similar, if a bit smaller, to a building back at the estate. When she got closer she was disappointed to see it was indeed old, but not very impressive. It looked like the entrance to an old air-raid shelter.

She didn't know what made her do it but she tried the door, which opened at her touch. A faint light glowed inside and illuminated stone steps leading down. Georgie was intrigued, and despite the nervous fluttering in her stomach she stepped inside and started to descend. The air was stale and its musty odour engulfed her as she reached the floor below. The room opened up into a well-stocked wine cellar. There was little light, but through the gloom she saw a labyrinth of wooden wine racks, each stretching from the concrete floor up to the brick ceiling. It was disorienting and she found it hard to gauge how big the space actually was.

Slowly she moved down the first aisle, the silence complete and the oppressive atmosphere unsettling her. She continued past row after row of dusty wine bottles, and was about to turn back when she heard a noise. Not wanting to get caught nosing around uninvited she hid between one of the tall shelves and peered out from a gap between the bottles. She heard voices and the sound of footsteps coming down into the cellar.

Mary came into view first, followed by a much younger man with strawberry-blond hair and a round baby face. He didn't look a day over eighteen. The black suit he wore looked like it had been borrowed from his dad. He looked pale and way out of his depth with the seductive Mary.

‘I'm glad I managed to get you alone,' the woman purred as she moved close to him. The young man remained silent, staring at her.

‘It's okay, Tom,' she said. ‘I've seen how you look at me.' She reached up and stroked his face. ‘You're old enough to be a man now, so would you like to experience a
real
woman for the first time?'

With his mouth slightly open Tom nodded mutely, but he still looked petrified. Mary shrugged down the straps of her dress and let it fall to the floor, leaving her standing naked in front of him. He let out a soft moan of longing at the sight. The older woman was still in very good shape. She was curvy but not overweight, and her skin looked firm and youthful. Her large round breasts stood proud in the soft light, and Tom was staring at them, beads of sweat glistening on his brow.

‘Do you want to touch me?' Mary offered, in a sickly-sweet voice.

Georgie had the impression that Mary was enjoying how nervous she made him, and wondered if Gideon knew what his wife was getting up to. How much did Mary know about her husband's business? Did she know people paid him to fulfil their sexual fantasies? Did she know he kidnapped young women for the purpose of indulging his clients?

Tom seemed frozen, unable to move. Mary smiled tenderly, and taking his hand placed it over her breast, holding it tight against her. Tom was completely transfixed, his eyes open wide, his mouth still open too, and Georgie couldn't help but notice the impressive bulge in his trousers.

‘Do you like my body, Tom?' Mary cooed, the seductress in action.

‘Y-yes,' he whispered hoarsely, and with a shaky hand he continued to fondle her breast as Mary reached down and took hold of his bulge, slowly stroking and squeezing it through his trousers.

‘Mmmm... you've got something here I've been wanting to get to know for quite some time,' Mary said silkily, her skilled fingers unfastening his belt and pulling his trousers down over his hips.

Tom started to look uncomfortable, embarrassed, but experienced Mary sank sexily to her knees and pulled his boxer shorts down to join his trousers around his ankles. He was definitely all man in the penis department, and despite her dangerous predicament Georgie was impressed. Mary also looked pleased as she gently pumped his erection before feeding it into her mouth. Tom looked thrilled but stunned, like he couldn't have imagined it in his wildest dreams.

Georgie watched Mary's head bobbing up and down on his hard cock, her own arousal growing, making her wish she was the one on her knees with a hot bar of flesh in her mouth. Mary stopped sucking and started wanking him, gazing up into his flushed face, gauging the confused emotions etched on it.

‘Come down here,' she ordered, pulling Tom to his knees as well. ‘Lie down, and I'll turn you into a real man.'

Naked only from the waist down Tom lay on his back as Mary straddled his hips, and he whimpered as she slid down on his standing, virgin cock. Mary closed her eyes and sighed blissfully as she began to ride him, slowly at first but gaining momentum.

Georgie reached under her skirt and stroked herself over her PVC panties. She squatted on the floor, her back against the wall and her knees apart, managing to keep the sexy vision in view. She slipped a finger into her knickers and her hot wet sex. She pushed the digit inside her as far as it would go, but it was frustratingly inadequate and she cursed under her breath. Tom, on the other hand, was cursing with pleasure. ‘Yes, fuck, yes!' she heard him gasp, bucking his hips franticly. ‘Oh fuck, I'm going to come!'

Georgie barely had time to get started, and by the look of it neither did Mary. She waited for Tom's straining hips to sink back to the floor, his orgasm complete, stepped elegantly up from him, looking disappointed but amused, and picked her dress up off the floor. Tom scrambled up too, red in the face and looking sheepish, his wet cock deflated. Once both of them were dressed again Mary kissed him tenderly on the lips.

‘I... I'm sorry,' he bumbled, looking crestfallen.

‘Don't worry, kiddo, it happens to everybody at first. You just need a bit of practice,' and they both disappeared back up the stone steps.

 

 

 

The door slammed shut and silence fell once more. Georgie felt alone, the cellar becoming oppressive like a tomb, the isolation unsettling her. She needed to get back to the party, all those people having fun without a care in the world. She almost convinced herself she could join them and forget the last few days. But of course she couldn't. Gideon had betrayed her and Lily was still missing, and the thought of her sister shamed her. How could she be huddled there feeling sorry for herself when somewhere Lily was still being held against her will? Anger flared in her once more and she put her hands on the floor to push herself up and back into action.

But something stopped her.

As she looked down she saw a large scuff mark that curved out from the wine racks. It looked like the rack had been recently moved. Georgie reached up tentatively and gave the wooden structure a gentle tug, and gasped as it swung towards her, revealing a secret stone staircase leading down into darkness!

Georgie stared into the gaping opening, like a big black mouth. She shivered. Anything could be down there. She couldn't even see how far the steps descended. It could be where Gideon kept his most expensive wines, or it could be his office from where he ran his dodgy dealings. There was only one way to find out.

One step at a time she felt her way down, the faint light of the cellar above fading as she descended into the foreboding blackness, until she reached the room below, which was dimly lit and in shadowy semi-darkness. It was similar to the area above but as far as Georgie could see there were no wine racks. It appeared to be an empty space. She fumbled around for a light switch, and luckily and to her relief quickly found one. As a stark naked bulb flickered to life a muffled shriek came from one corner, and Georgie instantly saw a small figure bound and gagged on a filthy mattress, matted blonde hair obscuring part of her face.

‘Lily!' Georgie shrieked, and dashed over to her sister. Tears streamed down her face as she pulled the rag out of her sister's mouth. ‘Thank God you're okay!' she exclaimed, hugging her sibling tightly.

‘Georgie!' Lily gasped, gulping breaths of air. ‘Where are the police?'

‘It's a long story but there are no police,' Georgie said, untying the bonds on her sister's wrists and ankles. ‘We have to get you out of here.'

The relief in Lily's face was quickly replaced with fear. ‘How are we going to get out of here? The people that took me are dangerous,' she warned, panic rising in her voice.

‘I know all about them,' Georgie said, trying to reassure, working as fast as she could on the ropes, ‘but there's a party going on upstairs. There are plenty of people here, including Richard and Bunny, so don't worry we're going to get you home.'

Lily was still unsteady after being tied up for so long, but apart from a few grazes and bruises it didn't look like she had been hurt. Georgie helped her to her feet and started for the steps, but they were stopped mid-flight by a loud bang from above. Someone had closed the door!