The Price of Desire (9 page)

The landlord laughed cruelly at her body's response, and was echoed by sniggers from the shadows as Bunnie blinked away tears. But even if she could have escaped she wouldn't; she wanted the landlord inside her again. Her body was crying out for release and she was prepared to do whatever it took to get it. The laughter died down and there was an oppressive silence, the intensity of expectation increasing.

‘Hold her tight while I give the little bitch what she came for.'

The pressure on her arms increased. Patrick had his weight on her shoulders, pinning her to the crate. Bunnie felt a delicious freedom in her inability to move.

The landlord grasped a buttock in each hand, pulling them apart, opening her. He grunted as he pushed his way into her, his groin slapped hard against her bottom as the full length of his erection penetrated her. He began to rock back and forth, the force of his thrusts jarring Bunnie harder against the rough wooden surface. He kept a hold on her rump, tilting her hips up to meet his and allowing him to push deeper. Bunnie cried out as he continued to pound his way into her.

‘Shut her up will you?' he ordered Patrick.

‘With pleasure,' he sneered, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling her head up. For a horrible moment she thought he was going to slap her, but he gazed into her eyes while with his free hand he fumbled with his fly and extracted his erect penis. ‘This should keep you quiet,' he whispered.

Holding her by her hair he pushed the bloated tip into her open mouth. Bunnie knew resistance was futile and accepted the pole of flesh resignedly. It was certainly not a blowjob with any style or finesse.

While the landlord continued to plough relentlessly in and out of her pussy Patrick thrust his hips back and forth, maintaining his grip on her hair, his hard shaft almost choking her each time it reached the back of her throat. She felt like a rag doll, being pushed and pulled in both directions.

She was physically exhausted, her poor body aching from all the abuse it was taking. Her knees were raw from the stone floor and her legs and thighs were trembling from holding her position for so long. She could hear the landlord growling behind her. His thrusts became erratic and she knew he was ready to empty his seed into her. Leaning up on one arm she reached the other back between her legs. She ground the heel of her hand against her swollen clitoris and instantly began to feel her own climax building inside her. She opened her eyes. Patrick had his head back, eyes closed, his mouth open. The flesh in her mouth pulsed wildly before emitting a hot stream of salty spunk down her throat. A second stream caught her by surprise and she gagged, spilling the sticky cream over her lips and dribbling down her chin.

Patrick withdrew his glistening cock, leaving Bunnie gasping for air, and spurred on the landlord redoubled his efforts. Bunnie's nimble fingers plucked her erect clit, desperate to come and not be left unsatisfied again. Then at once the feeling swept over her, for a split second the world around her vanished, replaced only by waves of pleasure washing over her body. As she came the landlord held her firmly to the crate and with one last thrust he ejaculated too. Then immediately he withdrew and buttoned up his trousers.

‘There you go you little bitch,' he snapped, panting. ‘You've got what you came for, now get out of here.'

Bunnie crawled across the floor, still gasping for breath, to where her clothes lay in a heap. Without looking up she stumbled to her feet, grabbing the pile, and ran for the door, out into the cold night and straight into a bewildered and flustered Georgie.

 

 

 

Georgie came down to breakfast after a restless, sleepless night. The events of the previous evening had kept her awake, tossing and turning as the memory replayed in her mind like an awful nightmare.

Wearily she sat down at the empty breakfast table and looked out at the grey morning. It matched her mood. It was early and Georgie was grateful to have the time to herself. Even now when she closed her eyes she could see the image of Bunnie being held over the box and penetrated by both men. Her face grew hot at the memory, and so did her groin.

She was ashamed of how she had behaved, and at her inaction. Instead of doing anything to help her friend she stood by and watched as Bunnie was abused by those men, and worse, she had masturbated as she watched. She'd let her best friend down again. She was no better than the perverts in the cellar leering from the shadows.

Georgie's fingers twitched involuntarily and began to move up her thigh towards her pussy. She had shamefully played with herself most of the night, but no matter how much she tried she couldn't satisfy the monster that had been in her head since witnessing the sordid events. How dare Bunnie allow herself to be used by those men, and how dare those disgusting fiends use and debase her like they did? She was angry at all of them, but most of all she was angry with herself. Deep down she wished she was the one who'd fallen into their clutches, and again the insatiable monster within stirred and her hand lingered lightly over the front of her panties.

Mustering her willpower she snapped her eyes open and shook her head, trying to force back the images. She leant across the table and poured a cup of coffee, letting out a long sigh as she did so. She rubbed her eyes trying to relieve the headache building behind them. Her parents would be down soon and she was no closer to finding her sister as she promised she would be. She lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply, the painted nails of her free hand drumming an absentminded tattoo on the tabletop. What could she tell them? Lily had been gone for two nights now without a word. Her parents were asleep in bed when she had returned late last night, but Nurse told her there had been no word.

Could she rely on what the vicar had told her? Or did he make it up to get what he wanted? It seemed like an obvious question, but deep down she knew her sister was in trouble. Call it instinct or a sibling bond, but she knew Lily needed help. They should have listened to her mother in the first place and gone to the police. Georgie prayed this error of judgement had not wasted precious time and put Lily in further danger.

She jumped as a hand gripped her shoulder. She looked up into a handsome, grinning face. Even in the weak morning light his blond hair shone and his blue eyes glinted mischievously. Georgie jumped up, her face breaking into a wide smile.

‘Richard!' she squealed, throwing her arms around him, knocking her chair aside as she embraced her cousin. ‘It's so good to see you!' she exclaimed as she released him.

Richard moved purposefully around the table and took a seat opposite her, pouring himself a cup of coffee. He looked immaculate as ever, dressed in dark jeans and a black shirt. He had a boyish charm that most women found extremely attractive. Georgie didn't look at him that way, for despite him being her cousin they were as close as siblings when growing up, but she could see why most women swooned when he so much as smiled. He was gorgeous! And Richard knew how to use his looks and charm to his advantage.

‘What are you doing here?' Georgie beamed, taking her own seat again.

‘You don't look good. Have you been sleeping?' His expression was serious as he took in her appearance.

Georgie gave a weak smile and took a sip of her coffee. ‘You haven't answered my question,' she said, quickly changing the subject. ‘What are you doing here?'

‘Your mother called me yesterday and told me Lily's missing. I arrived late last night. I've come to help.'

Georgie felt relief sweep through her. Richard was the closest thing she had to a big brother. They were close in age and growing up Richard had spent many summer months with Georgie and her family at the Manor. She and Bunnie clearly could not cope with this mystery on their own, but with Richard on the team she felt they might stand a chance. His reassuring presence gave her renew confidence of retracing her sister's steps, and they may not have to go to the police after all.

‘I spoke to your parents when I got here and they told me what happened. From the look of you I take it you haven't found her?'

Georgie shook her head, and taking a deep breath she told him what she'd learned from the vicar, although she did not say what price she paid for the information. She also decided to leave out the whole pub fiasco. There was no point in bringing that up. She would have to tell Bunnie not to mention it either. ‘I don't know what to tell mum and dad,' she finished quietly, staring out across the grounds.

‘Well we won't have to worry about that for a while. I've convinced them to go away for a few days while we sort things out here. I've just dropped them off at the airport.'

This was even more of a relief. ‘Oh, thank you,' she said, reaching across the table and taking Richard's hand. ‘But where do we go from here?'

‘I asked a couple of friends from the village to ask around a bit for me. They seem to have come to the same conclusion as your vicar friend.' He paused, and Georgie thought she caught a glimmer in his eye, which was gone so fast she couldn't be sure it was there at all.

‘I have managed to get an invite to an exclusive gathering tonight,' he continued. ‘I thought we could go and see who's there and if anybody knows anything.'

‘Count me in. Can Bunnie come too?'

‘Sure,' said Richard, ‘bring her along. I haven't seen old Bunnie in years, and she might come in handy.' He smiled his trademark smile, revealing neat white teeth.

Georgie wasn't sure what Richard meant by this last comment, but she dismissed it as unimportant.

‘One more thing,' Richard went on. ‘This party might get a bit... wild. I want you and Bunnie to go and see a friend of mine today and she can give you a bit of background. I'll meet you back here at the house at seven, okay?'

Georgie agreed. It all sounded very cryptic and she wasn't quite sure what Richard was up to, but she trusted him and it was good to know they were doing something positive again. She had already lost her sister precious hours and she was determined not to make the same mistake again.

 

Georgie picked Bunnie up at twelve o'clock. Although they hadn't mentioned the previous evening there was awkwardness between them, but the news of Richard's arrival seemed to give them new hope.

Bunnie had agreed to go to the party, and was equally intrigued in Richard's friend they were on their way to meet. The address he'd given was on the outskirts of Coxham Marsh, and they drove most of the way in silence, each lost in their own thoughts.

Georgie's mind drifted to her poor sister. There was still no way she could believe Lily had been selling her body. For a start, they were from one of the richest families in the country and their father had never denied either one of them anything, so it couldn't be for the money. Lily was also deeply religious, and doing something like that would go against everything she believed in. Georgie prayed she was okay and that there was an innocent explanation to her disappearance, but she couldn't shift the uncomfortable knot in her stomach over her sister's disappearance.

As they drove out of the village the road turned into little more than a track. The trees pressed in against them, the weak light of the day barely penetrating the dense foliage. Georgie turned on the headlights and glanced at Bunnie gazing out of the passenger window, playing with a strand of her hair, twisting it between her fingers.

‘Nearly there, it should be just up here on the left,' Georgie said.

A small sign appeared on the roadside, weather-beaten and mud splattered, but Georgie could still make out the number 18 painted in green. She slowed down and took the turning which opened up into a long driveway, completely hidden from the road by the woods.

Ancient oak trees lined the track that led to an Eighteenth Century farmhouse. The sprawling grey stone building was surrounded on three sides by fields, empty except for a smattering of barns and outhouses. Georgie guessed from the evident lack of activity that the farm was no longer a working one. Clearly the property had been recently renovated and extended widthways in both directions. Georgie pulled up next to a green Land Rover parked out front, switched off the engine, and both girls sat silently staring ahead.

‘Ready?' Georgie eventually asked.

‘As I'll ever be,' Bunnie replied.

They got out of the car and climbed the front steps. Georgie knocked on the large wooden door, Bunnie remaining on the step behind her. After tense moments it was opened by the imposing figure of a woman.

She was very tall, with raven-black hair tied in a ponytail that reached down to her waist. Her long limbs were exaggerated by the black PVC cat-suit that covered her slender frame from ankle to wrist. An amused expression played on her handsome features, and Georgie realised she was staring.

Words failed her. She had never seen a woman look so exquisite yet fearsome at the same time. She had an aura of power that made it clear she was not to be trifled with.

‘Georgie and Bunnie, I presume?' she said, arching a razor-sharp eyebrow. Bunnie managed to nod, still trying to regain the power of speech.

‘You will address me as Mistress,' the woman commanded, and stepped back to allow them inside. Georgie and Bunnie stayed close together, unsure of what to say, but Georgie found her voice first. ‘Richard said you could help us...' but the sentence trailed off.

Richard hadn't been specific about his reasons for sending them here. All he said was that it was to help them prepare for the party thing. She silently cursed herself for not getting more details from him, and now she was stuck in the middle of nowhere with an increasing feeling of dread.

‘I know why you're here,' said the Mistress. Her eyes, as black as her hair, moved over each girl in turn, and Georgie noticed they lingered a fraction longer on Bunnie than they did on her. ‘Richard is a very good friend of mine. We go back a long way, and now you're both here I'm glad I agreed to his little favour. Both of you, follow me.'

The mistress turned and marched them through the house, her stilettos echoing off the polished wooden flooring, her black mane swishing across her back. She led them past a number of closed doors until they reached the back of the house. She came to a halt in front a large steel door, which reminded Georgie of the sort on industrial walk-in freezers, or the reinforced doors on panic rooms. Her heart beat a little faster. What was this all about?

It crossed her mind to make a quick getaway, but how could she excuse herself and Bunnie politely? What was the worst that could happen? And she did say she was a good friend of Richard's.

The Mistress punched in four numbers on the LCD panel set into the wall and the door opened with a mechanical hiss. Without a backward glance she descended the staircase beyond, and the girls followed.

‘Don't be scared,' said Mistress. ‘I'll show you what you've come to find out.'

They entered a basement so large it must have run under the entire house. The polished stone floor reflected the fluorescent tube lighting, and no corner was untouched by its unnatural glow. The walls were covered in padding, which in turn was coated in black vinyl that shone menacingly in the artificial glare. Soundproofing, Georgie thought, her concern increasing.

It was not an empty space. The room was furnished with equipment the likes of which Georgie had only seen in the London Dungeons. There was a Maltese Cross, a vaulting horse, stocks, and a rack against one wall. As well as the large apparatus there were chains and straps around the walls and hanging from the ceiling. Georgie wondered with dread how many captives had been held here, chained up and abused.

It was like stepping into a bizarre dream as she stared around at the various torture implements. On the wall nearest them hung a plethora of whips and crops, all varying in length, width and material. Long thin leather whips, flat black paddles riddled with holes, round-handled bamboo canes and a cat-o-nine tails, to name but a few. Georgie thought she might pass out at just the sight of them, and she could feel Bunnie trembling beside her.

‘Welcome to my little playroom,' said Mistress, pausing for effect. ‘Your cousin sent you here for instruction. He explained your current predicament and I've agreed to educate you. You need to have the experience to blend in tonight, but I cannot train you fully in only one session. It can take years of practice to become an expert. I can, however, help you become more confident and teach you a few things to help you fit in. There is only one rule I must insist on. This is my dungeon so my word is law. If I say “fuck” I want you to say “how hard Mistress”. Now undress.'

The sudden demand caught Georgie off guard; a million questions running through her head, but her mouth had gone dry. Bunnie immediately took her hand out of Georgie's and lifted her T-shirt over her head. Georgie just stared as she watched her friend strip at the stranger's order.