The Training of Fallen Angels (26 page)

‘Put the dress on, Lisa,’ he said as he handed it to her.

She shook her head. ‘No. I want you, Mr Gee. I want you to fuck me, I want you to fuck me right now!’ He reached out towards her with his free hand. She trembled. He was going to touch her! He was going to give her what she so desperately wanted! She looked into his face. His expression was not one of lust, but more one of anger. He caught hold of her arm roughly and forced the dress into her hand.

‘Put the dress on,’ he repeated sternly, ‘and come with me.’ Lisa obeyed immediately, her excitement quickly overtaking her initial fears. Perhaps he was
taking
her to another room, possibly a chamber with shackles and other implements of delight, where he would chain her up and take her in whatever way he wanted. She followed him out of the room like a willing slave. He strode purposefully down the corridor and quickly descended the stairs. Lisa hurried to keep up with him as her anticipation grew with every step.

They came to the cellar door and he opened it. Lisa swallowed hard as she remembered his earlier conversation with the old man. Was he down there, waiting for her? ‘Where are you taking me?’ she asked, nervously.

‘You’ll see,’ he replied. ‘Come on – it’s what you want, isn’t it?’

Despite her misgivings, Lisa knew that she had to obey. Her good sense had left her. Her mind was being controlled by this enigmatic man, and by the uncontrollable surge of desire that emanated from between her legs. And she had to find out his plans. She had to discover just what was going on behind the scenes at Grantham Manor.

She followed him through the small door and down the steep flight of steps. He lead her, not to the room she had visited before but to another, through a heavy, iron door which she hadn’t noticed before. The room inside was in total darkness and had a dank, putrid atmosphere. Lisa jumped as Mr Gee flicked on the light switch. She looked around in astonishment. She had fantasised about being shackled and chained by her handsome host, but the scene before her was beyond even her wildest dreams. The room resembled some kind of medieval torture chamber, with racks and frames of every possible design. One wall was lined with an array of whips. Some were small and looked relatively
harmless
, but others appeared positively vicious. She looked up at Mr Gee’s face. His expression remained cold.

‘You will have some fun here, my dear,’ he breathed.

She looked down at the front of his suit trousers. There was no sign of an erection. ‘What are you going to do to me?’ she trembled.

‘Don’t worry, Lisa, you won’t be harmed. Think of this as another lesson, the ultimate training.’ He took her by the arm and led her to one of the frames which leant back slightly against one of the walls. ‘Take off the dress,’ he ordered. She did so quickly and stood before him in her rubber basque, stockings and high-heeled shoes. He reached out with both hands and cupped her breasts. She smiled gratefully and took a deep breath. ‘Remarkable,’ he said, simply. He tugged down the front of the basque and exposed her large, firm globes then cupped them again and pinched the nipples to hardness. Lisa sighed.

Turning her, Mr Gee shackled first one wrist and then the other to the wooden frame. He repeated the action with her ankles, which caused her legs to be spread wide apart. Standing, he smoothed the palm of his hand over her bottom. She could feel his warm breath on the back of her neck.

Then he was gone. The door crashed shut behind him and she was alone. The sudden silence was unnerving. Lisa tugged at the leather straps that bound her wrists to the shackles but they were securely fixed. All she could do was wait.

After what seemed to her like an eternity the door opened again. Lisa looked over her shoulder excitedly, expecting to see her host dressed in attire more suitable for the occasion. Instead, she was confronted
by
the tall, menacing figure of Madam Stone. She was naked, save for a thick, leather belt tightly strapped around her waist and a pair of thigh-high, high-heeled boots. She walked quickly over to Lisa. Her face made it clear that she was most displeased.

‘You have been very impertinent, Lisa,’ she snarled, ‘and the master has ordered that you must be punished severely.’

‘But I only –’ began Lisa in a shaking voice.

‘Silence! You dared to imagine that the master would succumb to your seductive powers? A man as powerful as he? How arrogant you are!’

‘Please, Mistress,’ begged Lisa as she started to sob, ‘I didn’t mean any harm!’

‘Quiet! You already know something of the pleasures of pain. Now you will learn more.’

Lisa turned her face away and pressed her forehead against the hard wood of the frame. She heard Madam Stone cross the room. Moments later, her tormentor was back, carrying a small bottle. Lisa watched as she poured some of the contents into the cupped palm of her hand. She moved forward and spread the cool liquid over Lisa’s buttocks. Some of it trickled between her legs. Madam Stone massaged the oil gently, adding more until Lisa’s bottom was soaked. Then she eased a well-lubricated finger into Lisa’s anus and relaxed the muscle of her sphincter by expertly turning it and probing ever deeper. Lisa closed her eyes to savour the delightful sensation.

After a moment the finger was removed to be replaced by something larger and more bulbous. It hurt slightly but, once it was inside, the feeling was entirely pleasurable. Lisa began to relax as she started to find the thought of even a severe whipping quite an exciting prospect. The combination of the sensuous oil and the wonderful fullness caused by the plug had
caused
the nerve-endings in her bottom to tingle and she found that she was longing for pain. Madam Stone smoothed her hands over Lisa’s buttocks again which caused her to press her mound against the rough, splintered wood of the frame. Her pussy was soaked, and her juices slipped from her to dampen her inner thighs. She closed her eyes again and heard the click of the other woman’s heels as she walked across the room. Lisa looked round and saw her take a small, multi-tongued whip from the wall. She turned her face back to the frame and waited eagerly.

Madam Stone stood behind her and Lisa clenched her buttocks automatically. She felt the leather strands of the whip trail over her oiled behind. Lisa shivered. The bitch was teasing her, and she wanted it now! She yearned to feel the first kiss of the whip across her bottom, and she wanted the pain to be sharp.

Suddenly she got her wish. She yelped as the leather stung her flesh and she dug her fingernails into the palms of her hands. She looked over her shoulder and saw Madam Stone raising her arm to administer a second stroke. Lisa watched as the lash was brought down with considerable force and gritted her teeth as the pain shot through her loins and seemed to merge with the throbbing sensations deep within her pussy. Over and over, Madam Stone whipped her hot bottom until she felt the sudden surge of orgasm building up inside her. She came with a cry as the lash stung her for the last time and shook so violently with the force of her pleasure that the frame rattled.

Madam Stone laughed cruelly and returned the whip to its place on the wall. ‘The oil will ensure that the marks disappear quickly,’ she said as she untied Lisa’s bonds and freed her. Lisa moved stiffly from the frame and rubbed her tingling bottom. The slip
pery
oil soothed her skin as she massaged herself and it felt good. She looked at Madam Stone and smiled. The dark woman ignored her and walked towards the door and opened it. She indicated brusquely that Lisa should follow her and walked out. Compliantly, Lisa picked up her little dress and followed.

They arrived back at Madam Stone’s bedroom. The bedclothes were ruffled and the pillows had been tossed on to the floor, clear evidence that there had been some frenetic activity there recently. Lisa heard noises coming from the bathroom as the toilet was flushed and taps were turned. ‘The master interrupted a very pleasant moment,’ said Madam Stone, angrily. ‘Now you must help me make amends.’

The bathroom door opened and the lovely new student, Zenga appeared, naked and fresh faced. She stopped in her tracks and smiled guiltily when she saw Lisa standing there. Lisa wasn’t shocked that her tutor’s bed-partner was female, but just that it was the seemingly innocent Zenga. Her surprise must have shown on her face. ‘Zenga came to me tonight and confessed that her desires are for those of her own sex,’ Madam Stone explained as she circled the young girl’s waist with her strong arm, ‘and I was only too pleased to help her discover some of the delights of love with another woman. I had just slipped my tongue into her sweet honey-pot when I was ordered downstairs to deal with you, Lisa. Now you must help me recapture the moment.’

Lisa looked at the pretty student and savoured the sight of her small, firm breasts, her tiny waist and broad hips. Her skin colour was much lighter than that of Madam Stone. It shone with a golden hue which seemed to shimmer in the soft light. Zenga looked back at her with wide eyes and her face broke into a broad smile. Lisa felt her pussy tingle and knew
that
she didn’t mind at all. She walked over to the young girl and slipped her arms around her neck and drew her face towards hers. They kissed, a long, passionate embrace. She felt Zenga’s button-hard nipples brushing against the sensitive flesh of her own breasts. She stepped back and peeled the rubber basque from her body, then stepped out of her shoes and rolled off the tight stockings. Madam Stone, too, stripped herself completely naked. It seemed right, somehow. There was no need for any visual stimuli.

Madam Stone took Zenga by the hand and led her to the bed. Lisa watched as she lay on her back and coaxed the young girl to squat over her face. Her long tongue slipped and slithered around Zenga’s tiny pussy. The student groaned and rotated her hips in response. The tongue worked ever faster and began to move in and out of her moist opening, which caused Zenga to gasp with delight. She fell forward slowly and buried her face in Madam Stone’s lap. The older woman raised her legs and bent them back as far as she could. She circled Zenga’s body with them and gripped her tightly.

Lisa watched the two women licking each other voraciously for a few moments, then crawled on to the bed and knelt behind Zenga. She could see Madam Stone’s tongue lapping rapidly against the swollen bud of her clitoris. She leant forward and kissed Zenga’s little bottom then ran her tongue down between the cleft to her tiny, puckered sphincter. The young girl gave a muffled cry of joy as her two holes were licked and probed simultaneously by two expert tongues. Lisa gripped her buttocks and pushed her face against her bottom. She moved the tip of her tongue in and out of her tight anus whilst Madam Stone continued to lap hungrily against her pussy-lips.

Suddenly, Zenga squealed and her small body shuddered with the force of her orgasm. Her juices seemed to flow from her and were soaking Madam Stone’s beautiful face. She squealed again and drove her crotch hard down on the mistress’s sucking mouth. Lisa lapped wetly against her bottom until the trembling girl finally collapsed on to the soft cushion of Madam Stone’s body.

The three lovers lay entwined for a few minutes whilst Zenga recovered from her powerful release. Her smooth, golden skin was soaked with sweat and her eyes were shining with pleasure. Lisa lazily caressed herself between the legs as she waited for the next move.

At last, Madam Stone slipped from the bed and walked over to a small cabinet. Opening it, she took out a long, thick phallus of the deepest black, fitted with an array of straps and buckles. She moved back to the bed and handed the implement to Lisa. ‘She is ready, Lisa,’ she said, commandingly. ‘Make love to her, but be careful – this is her first time.’ Lisa examined the dildo closely. It resembled Peter’s stiff, ebony erection and was perfect in every detail, from the long, ribbed shaft to the broad, bulbous head. With help from her mistress she strapped the device on and stood next to the bed, smiling at the beaming face of her willing victim.

Zenga looked directly at the monster protruding from Lisa’s voluptuous body and her smile broadened. There was no fear or trepidation in her expression. She knew exactly what she wanted and she knew that she was going to get it. She turned over and lay on her arms and knees with her lovely, little bottom presented to the other two women. Madam Stone took up a bottle of oil and poured some of the liquid into her hand. She smoothed the oil along the
full
length of the phallus until it gleamed in the bright light. Then she stepped back and nodded to Lisa.

Lisa looked down at the almost comical sight of the huge cock which was jutting from her groin. It seemed far too big for its purpose, but the student hadn’t voiced any concern. She moved forward and knelt on the bed behind Zenga. The girl bent her back and moved her legs further apart, offering a perfect view of her soaking wet sex. The lips were open and glistening with excitement. Lisa inched forward and pressed the head of the phallus against them. It sank in immediately with no effort from her. Zenga’s sex-lips closed around the thick stem and seemed to be drawing the shaft within her. Madam Stone’s words of caution had been unnecessary; the girl had clearly enjoyed such an intrusion before many times, albeit by her own hand.

Lisa began to move the hard, rubber dildo in and out of Zenga’s wet flesh. As she thrust her hips, the base of the implement pressed firmly against her own pussy, and sent tremors of delight throughout her lower body. She fucked harder and gripped Zenga’s narrow waist tightly. Madam Stone moved to sit in front of the panting student with her legs spread on either side of her body. Zenga immediately began to lap the offered prize of her pussy. Lisa could see the look of desire on her mistress’s face and saw that she was staring at her breasts and watching them bounce heavily with the rhythm of her labours. She moved faster, driving the rod deeper into Zenga’s receptive sheath.

She was coming. She could feel the waves of release building up inside her groin as the hard base rubbed her erect bud. She closed her eyes and hammered backwards and forwards even faster, stimulating herself with each thrust. Zenga mewed contentedly
within
the wet cushion of Madam Stone’s pussy as Lisa went over the edge. Lisa threw back her head and groaned loudly. Her juices flowed down the length of the pumping shaft. Zenga squealed again, and Lisa knew that her young lover had joined her in the sheer rapture of ultimate release. Madam Stone suddenly gripped the student’s head and rammed her face against her crotch. Her expression was like a grimace of agony, but it was not pain that she was experiencing. Lisa could see Zenga’s head bobbing up and down and could hear the wet sounds as she licked the older woman into an oblivion of pleasure. The sight was too much for Lisa. She came again. The spasms tore at her very soul, sending sharp jolts of electricity coursing through the muscles of her thighs. She forced herself forward so that the dildo sank completely into Zenga’s cunt and the feelings slowly subsided as she leant over the young girl’s trembling body.