Double-Crossed (21 page)

“This'll be good,” whispered Bill in Marianne's ear.

George Sand started again. “Public humiliation is one of the most exciting punishments or tests of endurance for the submissive.” As she spoke, she stood behind the woman with her and moved the dress to reveal slits in the lace where the woman's breasts were. George Sand pulled her breasts through the lace so that everyone could see them. Then she tugged on the woman's nipples so she started to get aroused in front of the audience.

George Sand instructed her, “Turn your back to the audience and bend at the waist. I want them all to see your lovely shaved pussy. The well behaved submissive, bent and spread her legs. Her inner vaginal lips fell apart, the slick wetness of her swollen labia available for all to see. The pink flesh almost dripped in front of the straining crowd who were desperate to catch a glimpse.

“I need another submissive,” Sand declared to the audience. The young woman clinging to Jen made an appealing face at her Mistress. Jen shook her head and whispered something in her ear, and the woman looked crestfallen.

“She's been too naughty to play,” said Bill, implying that Jen would have allowed it otherwise.

By this time, another submissive woman had joined them on the stage. George Sand asked permission from her Master to play with her, and a man dressed in black at the main table said she could use her in any way that she liked. Sand kissed the new submissive deeply on the lips, then rubbed her breasts so that they peeped over the top of her dark purple clothes.

With the microphone in her hand, she said to the submissive, “Lick my little girl's pussy and get us all hot. Now.”

The purple woman got on her hands and knees like a dog and positioned herself under the bent submissive, looking through her legs out to the audience. Arching her back and stretching her head, she extended a long tongue that stroked the clit of the bent woman who held her pussy open. George Sand held the microphone near the face of her submissive, and the room suddenly filled with the noise of a woman panting and moaning with lust.

It was the hottest thing Marianne had ever seen. The ache between her legs overwhelmed her. She glanced around the room to see that people were fondling breasts, and dicks were out and standing at attention all over the place.

Thank God, it's not just me! I would feel like such an unsophisticated, lust-crazed slut if it were!

George Sand moved toward the two women, with a huge black dildo in her hand. She stood next to her bent-over submissive and rubbed it around the opening of her pussy. “Large dildos need to be well lubed and inserted toward the cervix, which on this angle is toward her spine.” She inserted the fat, black toy. “There, goes in so easily, doesn't it?” With the young woman's cunt exposed to the entire room, the other's tongue still snaking its way around her clit, and that huge thing filling her aching hole, the submissive started to moan. Sand told her that because she'd been so good, she could come whenever she wanted in front of all these witnesses.

The room really started to heat up now. The talk stopped for a minute, and Sand stood behind the purple submissive, fiddling with her skirt. Marianne couldn't get a proper look at what went on, but that woman soon moaned as well, and Sand said, “Oh, yeah, such a good little whore,” into the microphone.

Fully aroused by such provocative instruction on the stage, the play table came to life. One Hitler bent over the table, his pants crumpled around his ankles as the other one paddled his ass with a special kind of bat. The female naval officer lay in the middle of the table, her pants discarded, and her jacket open to her waist to show her small breasts. A nun positioned herself on the surface of the table with two others, her head bobbing between the female officer's legs. The woman writhed in the throes of lust, her male officer's dick in her mouth and the dick of a man in black in her left hand.

Back on the stage, George Sand had given charge of the dildo to the purple woman, and she'd put a strap-on over the top of her trousers. On her knees herself now, behind the new submissive, she fucked deeply into her while kissing her own submissive, who still received the large plastic meat nicely.

Everywhere Marianne looked, there were exposed body parts and dripping sexual organs. Sand's submissive started to call out into the kisses as she came all over the dildo inside her. The woman in purple pumping on it stared into the distance in a delirium caused by the huge strap-on fucking her from behind.

Marianne thought she would explode. She had to get to the powder room so that she could bring herself off on the vibrator Jen had plonked in front of her. Man, she needed it more than ever now. She glanced around her, her ears and her nose filled with the sounds and smells of sex. Jen heavily kissed her submissive next to her, and Bill watched two men sixty-nining on the ground in front of him. Real heat came from between Marianne's legs. Still, modesty overtook her. She told Bill she wanted the powder room, and without taking his eyes of the dicks sliding into the two men's mouths, he pointed to a corner of the room.

Marianne jumped up, taking the vibrator with her. Keeping her eyes on the door to the powder room, she made her way directly there, afraid she couldn't trust herself. Just as she got to the door, a priest and a nun came bursting out, laughing. The priest grabbed the nun's hand, and they ran past, brushing Marianne as they did. This small amount of human contact raised goose bumps on her skin. Her arousal intoxicated her.

Inside the powder room, a woman sat on a bench, a leg balanced on the floor and one flush on the bench next to her. Another woman played busy between her legs, her tongue working back and forth, up and down. A naked man stood next to them, his eyes glued to the action between the woman's legs as he stroked his hard cock. The woman receiving the head job leaned back into the wall behind; her eyes glazed over as she automatically worked her nipples.

They didn't even flinch when Marianne walked in and went straight to a stall. She opened the door and bolted it shut behind her. The whole powder room smelt of female sex, and the moans of the women filled the room. Marianne unbuckled one side of her shorts, and peeled them away from her flowing sex. She pumped the hard plastic dick into her lusty hole a few times and then pulled it out, slick with her own juices.

“Oh, fuck, yeah… Lick my pussy so good, baby,” said the woman on the other side of the door. Marianne couldn't help herself. Driven with lust, she sucked the vibrator, licking her own clear fluid off as she listened to the sounds of woman eating woman. The man grunted and under his breath came the occasional, “Yeah, like that…” or “Get that tongue right in there… Shit, yeah… Keep doing it, baby.”

Marianne turned the vibrator on and thrust it hard onto her clit. She didn't even notice that the sound filled the room.

A woman's voice called out to her, “Oh, sweetheart, bring yourself off, baby, while I suck the cum out of her. Work that vibe.”

Mad with lust, Marianne slid it all over her clit, thinking she would come any second.

Another woman's voice said, “Come out here, honey. We won't touch you, but show us that pretty pussy while you bring yourself off.”

Having never done anything like this in her life before, Marianne lifted the vibe off her pussy, opened the door, and walked out, her shorts falling away to reveal her pulsing sex. The three people were looking at her, the man still stroking his dick, only harder now. The woman with her head between the other woman's legs spoke to her.

“Come and sit next to her, honey, so I can watch you work yourself while I bring my friend here off.”

Marianne made her way over to the bench and took up the identical pose next to the anonymous woman. With one leg braced on the floor and the other bent up, she slid the vibrator in and out of her slick cunt, panting and thrilling to the three pairs of eyes on her.

“Get that cock up in there, baby,” said the guy. “Work it now.”

Almost absentminded, he put one hand to the back of the other woman's head and pushed her mouth onto the slick wetness of the open hole in front of her. The woman, happy to oblige, stuck her tongue out immediately and allowed her head to get back to its work. She had one eye planted on Marianne, however, as her tongue slid out of her face and stroked through the soggy folds of flesh.

Marianne felt her orgasm coming out of her, just as she heard the woman, next to her saying, “Fuck, yeah, and lick that clit. I'm coming, baby.”

The woman next to her started to thrust into the face of the hot tongue, and Marianne came in an explosion all over her vibrator, as it pumped back and forth hard inside her.

Her orgasm finished, she could still hear the moans and cries of the woman as she ground her face into the woman between her legs.

“Thanks, guys. That was great,” Marianne said as she stood again and buckled up her shorts. She turned slightly, and ran her vibrator under some running water till it was clean. The sex carried on around her as if she were no longer there.

“Mmm,” said the woman munching on the pussy, and “Here I go!” said the other woman.

As Marianne walked out of the powder room, she heard the man say, “I'm going to come on her face!”

Suddenly she had an uncontrollable urge to get to Peter. This had been terribly exciting, but Marianne wasn't sure if she'd crossed a line. No one had touched her, but she could hardly say she'd been a passive observer, either. Still, she'd been so naughty and so brave; something in her told her that Peter would understand.

Back at the table, Jen had her submissive over her lap and was fucking her with a thin dildo, and Bill pumped a false cock into the ass of one of the men in the sixty-nine position. Marianne didn't want to interrupt, but Bill stopped to ask how she was doing.

She whispered to Bill that she wanted to go home. Bill smiled and said that he would walk her back to her apartment.

Marianne placed the vibrator among a whole line of sex toys that Jen had out, and gave a small wave to Jen, who smiled back. She didn't break her rhythm on the submissive, and went back to her task with greater concentration. With the music back on, and all around her, Marianne saw that the room had dissolved into a full-blown orgy.

Marianne put Jen's trench coat on over her outfit and made her way to the door, to the sounds of the second submissive on stage coming again with the microphone held to her mouth by George Sand. Marianne looked back to see Bill sharing an open-mouthed kiss with Jen and the submissive, and then he broke away from them and walked toward Marianne.

Outside, in the warm Sydney air, Marianne remembered that she'd done all this at eleven-thirty in the morning. The underground cave where she'd just had a huge sexual awakening seemed miles away.

Safely outside, Bill questioned her on her opinion of her experience. “Are you okay, love? How was it for you? You're leaving early.”

“I'm fine, but I started to feel unfaithful to my guy. I just can't turn it all on and off that fast. I don't know how you and Jen do it!”

Bill laughed. “Ahh! You get used to it, sweets. Everything loses its intensity eventually when you indulge. Not that we don't love it. Both of us are bi, so it is nice to get a chance to fuck the other way. However, at the end of the day, the only thing that is important to me in there is Jen. I trust her, and I value the trust that she puts in me every day.”

Marianne smiled. “You know, Jen said something similar to me when we were getting dressed.”

“I didn't know that she talked to you, but I would always know that she'd say those things. That's what we have together. Because of that endless trust, there's no competition between us, and there's no jealousy.”

By this time, they were at her apartment, and Marianne turned to say good-bye. “Are you going back?” she asked.

“Shit yeah!” he replied. After he hugged her and thanked her for coming, he turned and walked off back in the direction of the social, his black, latex-covered ass wiggling, and the rest of his body naked for all to see.

* * *

Peter couldn't hide his pleasure. The hearing had gone entirely their way. Standing out on the courthouse steps, surrounded by the press, he left it to Joe to declare the victory. Joe, his usual crass self, argued that it wasn't fair for the small businessperson.

Even when legitimately successful, there's always the suspicion he's crooked
, Peter thought.

Journalists asked Peter to make a comment on the outcome. He made his standard remark that it wasn't over yet, but a fair hearing had taken place, and justice won in the end.

Inside, concern for Marianne and the success of their first battle together remained Peter's highest priority and held his deepest interest.

He walked over to the side toward the tired and happy faces of Betty, Alan, and Derek.

“We did it!” He smiled at them.

“Can't fucking believe it,” said Betty. “He even got the minimal fine. What's he got to pay? GST plus interest, then the fine? It must come to about four grand. What a kick in the teeth for them.”

All four of them turned and looked at the district police on the other side of the steps. Peter wanted to ask them if they were going to try again, but in a way, he didn't want to know. He wanted to rest; he wanted to accept this verdict and get on with it. He had something important to do. But first, he needed some privacy to make a phone call.

“Do any of you have any objections now to me dating Marianne Ferguson?” he said to his team. Betty and Derek laughed, and Betty said, “Go for it!” Only Alan looked at him with serious eyes that implied he wasn't keen on the idea. “Maybe you should ask Joe,” he called after Peter.

Peter walked down the steps and took out his mobile. He pressed Marianne's name, and it started to ring.

“Hello?”

“Hey! We won! You're free! We're free!”

“Oh, Peter! My God, that is so great!”

Peter listened to her, thrilled at how happy and relieved she sounded. For a brief second, he seemed to get goose bumps, and then he noticed a strange-looking man standing apart at the other end of the stairs. Although in a bustling crowd, this man stood out strongly with his pale blue shirt and white hair. The stare he gave Peter was tangible, unwavering, and even, delivered from icy eyes.