The Training of Fallen Angels (30 page)

Lisa and Janet stood nervously with their backs to the wall as Paul prepared to turn the handle on the door to the cellar room. Mike stood squarely behind him, having already slipped the bolts. He was gingerly holding the bag of amulets in his outstretched hand. They were both strong, young men; they would be able to deal with Mr Gee and Madam Stone if they tried anything. Paul opened the door slowly. Lisa was immediately hit by a strong aroma of sweat and sex. She moved forward cautiously as Paul and Mike entered the room. Paul peered into the gloom and then turned to her and grinned. ‘I don’t think they’ll cause us any trouble,’ he said. He stepped to one side and Janet and Lisa moved into the room. Lisa gasped and Janet sniggered under her breath. Their two captives had somehow managed to free themselves of their bonds. Now, it was Madam Stone who lay shackled to the bench, completely naked and with her legs splayed wide apart. Virtually all of her shining, sable skin was streaked with the cream of a hundred ejaculations. Her pussy-lips were red and engorged and glistened in the dim light.

Mr Gee was lying on the floor on his back, fast asleep. His erection was as fierce as ever, a huge pole of demanding, plundering flesh. Madam Stone raised her head wearily and looked into Lisa’s eyes. ‘Please take the amulet from him,’ she pleaded in a hoarse,
weak
voice, ‘I can’t take it any more. I’ve never been fucked so hard and so long in my life. It’s killing both of us.’

Lisa looked at Paul. ‘What d’you think?’ she asked.

Paul said nothing, but knelt down beside the prone figure of Mr Gee and broke the clasp of the chain around his neck. Madam Stone let her head fall back and breathed a sigh of relief. Mike walked quickly out towards the other room and they heard the clank of the furnace door opening, followed by the roar of the flames as the bag of amulets was consumed by the intense heat. Paul took hold of the last stone and stood up. He held the amulet in his hand and regarded it curiously. ‘Christ,’ he exclaimed. ‘I’ve got a hard-on already!’

‘Throw it in the fire!’ ordered Janet.

Paul hesitated, and his hand slipped to the front of his shorts. ‘I don’t know,’ he said. ‘If there was some way of controlling it –’ Lisa snatched the amulet from his grasp and rushed to the other room to fling it quickly into the furnace before its energy could stop her. The flames crackled and seethed as they engulfed the power held within the strange stones. Mike slammed the furnace door shut and they returned to the other room. Janet moved to the bench and untied Madam Stone. Their erstwhile mistress struggled to her feet, then fell back to sit on the edge of the hard, wooden support.

‘I never want to see another dick as long as I live,’ she said as she rubbed her tortured wrists.

‘We’re going upstairs to pack, Madam Stone,’ said Lisa, giving voice to the thoughts of the others. ‘We’re leaving on the next train.’

The woman nodded in reluctant acquiescence. Lisa looked down at the still sleeping man on the floor. His erection had wilted and, somehow, he appeared
far
less intimidating than before. Paul slipped his arm around her shoulders. ‘Come on,’ he said, softly, ‘let’s go.’

As the train pulled slowly from the tiny country halt, Lisa looked out of the window in the direction of Grantham Manor. She felt strangely sorry to leave; it could have been so good, were it not for the old man. She wondered what would happen to Mr Gee and Madam Stone, especially Madam Stone. She’d learnt a lot from her, and was positive that there was much more she could have been taught, given the chance.

The train slowed almost to a halt as it rounded a sharp bend. Suddenly, in the distance she saw him. The bent, aged figure that she’d come to fear and loathe was standing there in the middle of a field, and he was watching them go. She turned swiftly to the others. Janet was lying with her head in Paul’s lap and gently sucking his thick cock. Lisa made to speak, but thought better of it. She looked back out of the carriage window. There was a scarecrow in the field; a scarecrow, nothing more. She breathed a long, deep sigh and turned to face Mike. She unzipped his trousers and bent her head. But as she absorbed Mike’s long, hard rod in her soft mouth she knew that they would meet the old man again.

The elderly tramp sifted wearily through the endless piles of rubbish on the town dump. Pickings had been bad today, and he was beginning to feel that it was time to give up. Suddenly, he noticed something glinting in the ashes. Excitedly, he reached into the still-warm putrescence and retrieved the object. A jewel! It was a jewel, and it looked real! There was another, and another! The old man scrambled over the heap, retrieving the stones from the mire. They
were
caked with what appeared to be molten gold, but they were most definitely valuable.

He sat back and clutched the jewels to his breast. His luck had changed at last. He had never felt so happy.

And it had been an awfully long time since he’d had such a stiff erection.

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