The Initiation of Ms Holly (Xcite Erotic Romance Novels) (17 page)

‘Not when she’s threatened with a higher authority,’ Alex said.

‘Trust me,’ Edward said. ‘Even she won’t deny them what they ask this time. I promise you.’

Just then Edward’s phone rang. Rita could only hear his end of the conversation, which consisted of, ‘I see. All right. If that’s what she wants, of course I will. It doesn’t matter. I’ll do it.’

He stuck the phone back in his pocket and sat in silence for a second.

‘Well?’ Alex couldn’t keep the impatience out of his voice.

‘She’s agreed to our terms.’ Edward held Rita’s gaze. ‘Now all that remains, darling, is to get you to agree to finish your initiation.’

‘I’ve already finished my initiation,’ she growled.

‘I know you have. We all know you have, but we all want you to be a part of us, a member of The Mount. And I want that more than you can possibly imagine, Rita.’

‘What guarantee do I have that Vivienne’ll play by the rules this time? Rita asked. ‘She never has before.’

‘Because she doesn’t want the powers that be snooping around, and because I’ll be there with you all the time.’ She didn’t miss the look he shot Alex. ‘We’ll be her slaves together, and if she does anything to harm even the tiniest hair on your head,’ he lifted her chin and laid a tender kiss across her lips, ‘then we slaves will revolt.’

L
ORELEI ANWERED THE DOOR
to Vivienne’s suite when they arrived. Rita was still struggling to keep from bolting, but Edward and Alex flanked her. In all truth, they were actually supporting her in her weak-kneed effort to enter the lair of the bitch who would soon be her mistress. ‘Keep your eyes averted,’ Alex whispered between clenched teeth. ‘You won’t be a pet here, sorry to say.’

At last Vivienne came into the room, wearing an ice-blue kimono, and looking as though she were expecting either sex, or to torture someone. Rita wondered if there was really any difference between the two with her. She was certain Vivienne would make Aurora look like an amateur in the dungeon. Vivienne smiled like a child at Christmas. ‘Ah, my new slave has arrived.’ Her smile was suddenly swallowed up in a frown. ‘And certainly over dressed for her station. Lorelei, get her out of those clothes. She won’t be needing them.’

It was amazingly hard to keep from crying as the cool blonde began to undress her, one by one removing the garments that had made her feel like a goddess only a few short hours ago. They were replaced with a shift of plain white cotton cut low enough in the front for her breasts to be exposed and slit to the waist in front and behind. Once she was dressed, Vivienne moved to inspect her, running a hand over her breasts. ‘You’re a slave now, girl. You have nothing to hide and everything to offer your superiors.’ She pinched Rita’s nipple causing her to flinch.

Alex grabbed Edward by the arm to keep him from coming to Rita’s aid, but it was too late. Vivienne turned with lightening speed and gave Edward a resounding slap across the face. ‘You will wait quietly or face the consequences. When I’m finished with this slave, then I’ll attend to you. Alex, you may leave. I’ve no room for a third slave in my house right now.’

Alex glared at her, but did not disobey.

When he was gone, she turned her attention back to Rita. She ran her hand inside the front slit of the slave garment and shoved a finger into Rita’s cunt, then chuckled knowingly. ‘Ever at the ready, aren’t you, girl? That’s good because you’ll service any of my guests who request it, though I personally can’t imagine why anyone would. Nonetheless, you’ll provide whatever form of pleasure or service is required in this household while you’re here. Is that clear?’

Rita nodded.

‘Speak up, girl. You’re not in the Zoo now. Is that clear?’

‘Yes.’

‘Yes what?’

‘Yes mistress?’

‘That’s better. May, come here.’ She turned to the Asian woman who was now standing quietly behind them dressed in nothing but black suspenders and spider web stockings that disappeared into heavy biker boots. ‘Take Edward to my room. I’ll deal with him there.’

The Asian nodded and escorted Edward out of the room, but not before he managed one parting glance at Rita.

When they had gone, Vivienne turned her attention back to Rita. ‘You’ll wait here until I’ve dealt with Edward.’ She opened the robe and stepped out of it to reveal a matching corset. ‘That may take awhile,’ she added breathlessly. Then she followed May and Edward into another part of the house, leaving Rita standing alone in the middle of the reception room for what seemed like ages.

In spite of her best efforts, she was unable to keep her thoughts away from what must be going on in Vivienne’s room, and whatever it was, it sounded like a helluva lot more fun than she was having. The groans and grunts of pleasure were unbridled. Anger burned in the pit of her stomach, made hotter by the overwhelming sense of helplessness. It was only Lorelei sitting on the sofa in front of her that kept her from walking out. So this was how Edward was going to protect her, by fucking Vivienne? Somehow his slavery didn’t seem nearly as onerous as hers did.

It was research, she reminded herself. It didn’t matter. It was only for a story, nothing more, but somehow that didn’t make the sounds of pleasure coming from the bedroom any easier to bear.

When Vivienne returned, at last, she was dressed like Athena in a white toga and crested helmet with a horsetail plume. Belted at her waist was a vicious looking flogger, among other strange whip-like objects that made Rita’s skin prickle. ‘Come along, girl. I need your help in the dungeon.’

Rita felt ice in her stomach as she followed Vivienne into the same hallway where Alex had brought her to Edward’s suite, then down a long flight of stairs, as though they were going to the Presence Chamber. But when they arrived at the bottom, there was no mistaking that this was the dungeon. The smell of leather and metal and old candle wax filled the air, along with the more human smells of sweat and sex, and maybe even blood. Rita shivered.

‘This is Aurora’s favourite place,’ Vivienne breathed. ‘But Aurora won’t be with us tonight. It’ll just be you and me meting out the punishment.’ She nodded to a man chained between two supporting pillars, his shadow casting spectral images in the flickering candle light.

‘As you may know, punishment is hard work, and as much as I enjoy watching it and supervising, I really only like to get sweaty for sex.’ She took off her helmet and shook loose her hair, then she handed one of the whips from her belt to Rita. ‘That being the case. You’ll be doing the punishing, getting him ready for me.’ She chuckled softly. ‘Then when he’s all pink-bottomed and gagging for it, you may watch me fuck him.’

A masked guard dressed in black leather from head to toe brought in a sturdy wooden chair for Vivienne. She motioned him to move it close to the chained man.

As they approached, Rita could see that the man in chains was swathed from head to toe in body-hugging black PVC, the very sight of which made her skin crawl.

‘This one,’ Vivienne said, nodding to the prisoner, ‘took unfair advantage of our customers. As the manager of such a fine establishment, I can’t allow such bad behaviour.’ She heaved a sigh. ‘So pretty boy here must be punished. Oh don’t look at me like that, Rita. I do know where the bread comes from. The place wouldn’t run nearly so smoothly and have such a reputation if I wasn’t good at what I do.’

‘But if he likes to be punished, won’t he just be encouraged to do it again so he can get punished again?’

‘I didn’t say he likes being punished, did I?’ She waved a dismissing hand before Rita could protest. ‘Oh don’t worry, it’s completely consensual. Besides, his punishment is a one-off, guaranteed to teach him a lesson.’ She pulled his head up, but the man saw nothing. The only openings in the mask were small breathing holes at the nose and securely closed zippers over his eyes and his mouth. Damn, this lot was fond of zippers, Rita thought. And sure enough, even as the thought crossed her mind, Vivienne opened a trap door zipper that exposed the whole of the man’s arse.

Almost without thinking, Rita reached out and touched the exposed buttocks, which clenched beneath her finger tips. A muffled moan came from inside the suit.

‘Nice, isn’t it?’ Vivienne said. ‘And wait till you see it all pink and throbbing.’ She nodded to the whip, but Rita instinctively took a step back.

‘Girl, I brought you here to serve me. Slaves can be punished, you know, and believe me, I won’t be as gentle as Aurora is. Granted I don’t expect you to know the intricacies of the dungeon, but even you ought to be able to handle a two-tail. Pay attention.’ She grabbed the whip from Rita’s hands and with a fast, efficient whoosh, laid a trail of pink across the man’s arse, making him flinch and moan, then she grabbed Rita’s hand and yanked her down until she could lay her palm against the bulge in the PVC at the man’s crotch. She brought the two-tail down across his bum again. Rita gasped at the feel of the man’s cock surging against her palm and was immediately reminded of the pleasure she felt when Aurora had spanked her.

‘There. You see. He can endure it just fine.’ She handed the two-tail back to Rita. ‘And when he can’t, then I’ll fuck him.’

The first smack against the exposed bottom made Rita’s stomach churn, and for the tiniest of seconds, she thought she might be sick, but instead something amazing happened. Her pussy trembled, and a surge of power moved up through her chest shoving at her nipples. She brought the two-tail down again and heard Vivienne sigh. ‘That’s right, give him what he deserves. Imagine what a cunt he is to take advantage like that, to betray my trust.’

Rita found herself thinking of Vivienne’s chastity belt, of Edward standing by not even trying to stop her, of Edward who got her into this mess in the first place, of Edward who only minutes ago had his cock buried to the hilt in Vivienne’s cunt. And the two-tail came down with such venom that the man uttered a muffled cry inside his suit. Instinctively she reached to feel his crotch. Apparently the pain had not taken away from the pleasure. The man felt as though his cock would burst through the PVC. Vivienne positively squirmed with delight. Then to Rita’s surprise, she lifted her toga, exposing her bare pussy. The dungeon guard who had brought her the chair helped her to her feet and into a mean-looking strap on.

Rita’s heart was in her throat as Vivienne shed the toga completely and moved into position wearing nothing but the strap-on. The man’s tight nether hole clenched and unclenched almost as if he anticipated what would come next. ‘Well?’ Vivienne stroked the strap-on. ‘Lubricate it for me.’

Rita dropped to her knees and began to deep throat the appendage, but stopped abruptly when Vivienne clouted her across the top of the head. ‘Not the strap-on, you stupid cow, him. Get his arse ready for me.’

The man’s bottom was now bright red. Though he couldn’t speak, he must surely be able to hear, and it seemed to Rita as though he were suddenly straining backward, thrusting his butt out toward her. But then it was easy enough to imagine all sorts of weird things under the circumstances. There was no imagining the clenching and unclenching of his lovely back hole. She suckled two fingers until they were dripping saliva, then spat against his anus and began to massage around it, teasing it open ever so slightly at first with alternating finger tips. The man moaned and clenched his crimson arse cheeks, which she took for encouragement and thrust her middle finger home. There was definitely moaning now. As she stretched him and massaged him, he wriggled and thrust back against her hand.

The two-tail came down hard against the man’s ass, causing Rita to jump back and catch her breath. ‘You keep quiet, you twat.’ Vivienne ordered the man. ‘You’re being punished, and you know you deserve it.’ She smacked him again and nodded for Rita to continue.

Rita had just inserted a second finger and was scissoring back and forth inside his anus when there was yet another loud zipping sound. Vivienne pulled the whole bottom half of the man’s suit down around his ankles, and his erection popped free as though it were spring loaded. Then she handed Rita the two-tail, pushed her aside and bore into the man’s anus with the strap-on. He bucked, grunted and gasped. With one hand, she clamped down on the underside of his penis with her thumb and growled. ‘You’ll come when I give you permission and not before.’ Then she nodded to the two-tail. ‘Use it on his balls. He’s a bad boy. He deserves his punishment.’

Rita did as she was told, very gently at first until Vivienne cuffed the back of her head again, making her teeth rattle. The next time she smacked him harder and his penis got even bigger, if that were possible.

‘That’s a girl. Smack those distended full sacks. Make them even more uncomfortable’ Vivienne grunted between thrusts. ‘Make him pay for what he’s done. Make him hold it till it hurts. Smack him again, now suck his cock. That’s right, take him in your mouth, all the way, torture him. Make him pay.’

The whole situation was insane. Vivienne was fucking some poor schmuck up the arse with a strap-on – the arse Rita had just fluffed, and she was whipping his balls and sucking his cock. And even more insane, with her other hand, she was finger fucking herself like there was no tomorrow.

Vivienne’s laughter wormed its way into her head. ‘That’s right. Punishment makes your pussy wet whether you’re taking it or giving it, doesn’t it girl?’

The man was in a frenzy, grunting and thrusting and half howling his frustration like some muffled, strangled animal trapped inside the PVC suit. And the more he wanted it, the more turned on Rita was.

‘You want him to fuck your little hot fanny, don’t you, Rita? Don’t you?’

‘Yes,’ Rita gasped pulling away from his cock. ‘Yes I want him to fuck me.’

Vivienne’s laughter rang through the dungeon and echoed off the walls. ‘That’s too bad, girl, because he’s not for you.’ She pulled out with such force that the man howled frustration or pain. It wasn’t clear which. She ripped the strap-on free, then in a well-practised move, she undid the man’s shackles and shoved him back into the chair where he landed on his wounded bottom with a hard grunt and a sharp intake of breath. ‘No, he’s definitely not for you, Rita. As I said, you may punish him. In fact, I have no doubt that he deserves punishment from you. But I’m the one who fucks him. He’s all mine. Aren’t you Edward?’ She turned her back on Rita and straddled the gasping Edward, easing herself down onto his cock with a breathy whimper. ‘But you can watch while he makes me come. Then you can watch while he comes, would you like that, dear?’

Rita saw everything through a cold red haze that made it feel like her head would explode. But in spite of the anger and humiliation, the watching still made her pussy ache to be satisfied. Vivienne hammered and ground against Edward with angry grunts that sounded more like rage than pleasure. And after her first orgasm, she unzipped Edward’s eye slots, and giggled almost girlishly. ‘You can come now Edward.’

And he did come, lifting Vivienne from the chair wrapping her legs around him and hammering her against the wall with so much force that Rita feared he’d break her spine, and yet she came, and kept coming until Edward was spent and dropped to the floor on his knees. And then Rita came, her orgasm racking her like some strange burning torture, all of which she experienced through a mist of angry tears.