A Conspiracy of Bitches
By Long Dark Road
Chapter 8 Everything Must Be Paid For
Samantha concluded her call, things were moving as she hoped, although it was late and people were harder to reach. She would need to speak with her bank manager early tomorrow; she would be needing some cash.
Hillman and Martinique sat on the patio; Martinique wearing a light shawl as the evening was cool. As usual she was sipping a quality Merlot while Hillman enjoyed his dark roast coffee.
“Pet did very well. Multiple orgasms after punishment; responded with desire and dedication. She is really all we could hope for.” Martinique murmured and sipped.
“So, you will be taking her out soon?” Hillman replied quietly.
“Yes, possibly later today. Down to the beach (below them there was a small area of sand that was private because the only access were stairs right beside Hillman’s villa. Some locals knew of this, but there were never more than a handful of bathers at any one time). Then I will be bringing her to you for her, first session.”
Hillman smiled. He had been waiting patiently. All the news of Ashley’s sexual escapades had affected him.
Ashley and Gwyneth rode in the town car once again without Samantha. As directed, Gwyneth was masturbating as they travelled. She was thinking that now was as good a time as any to raise her subject; of another slave girl.
“Mistress, I have some information for you.” Gwyneth
spoke as respectfully as she could, not breaking her rhythm, fingering herself.
Ashley looked at her with her usual bored expression, then looked out the window. “Ok, what is it, Gwenny-pussy-slave?”
Gwyneth then outlined her thoughts about Gia Santos, including how to trap her. Ashley pondered for a moment, watched ‘Gwenny’ fingering herself, then commented, looking again out the window.
“Finger your ass, too.”
Gwyneth complied, turning on her side as Ashley had directed her before, with two fingers aggressively plunging into each of her holes, and closing her eyes. She was actually arousing herself, and just before she had an orgasm (always embarrassing in front of ‘Mistress Bitch’) Ashley purred, “Maybe little Gwenny-cunt has an idea. We’ll check out this…girl, today.”
She then watched the orgasm with bored amusement. She chuckled softly before directing, “Now, Gwenny-slave- bitch-whore, lick off those fingers; we don’t want all that nice juice to go to waste, now do we?”
After the three hour flight from Boston and the hour drive from the airport, Natalie Roth was sitting in the elegant home of a woman she hoped could help her. She knew there would be a price, that was life. But if her plan worked, she might be able to slip off the noose of her tormentors, and maybe even put it around them.
After being shown to the living room by a slim, young, woman (Jamaican?) Natalie now waited. In a few moments she heard footsteps approaching, and stood as her host entered. The woman was attractive, forty-ish, hair brown/blonde, done in a medium-length cut, bangs sweeping away from her face. She was dressed in an expensive sweater/skirt outfit and smiled a thin smile as she recognized her guest.
The woman’s name was Arlana Jarvais, well-known in the bondage/discipline circles of the elite. She and Natalie had met before, but Natalie had of course been on her knees.
A slight movement of Jarvais’s hand, and Natalie went to her knees now. Jarvais came to her and stroked her head, then reached down, roughly squeezing a breast. “Still pierced, sweet Natalie?” Jarvais said, in greeting.
“Yes, Mistress Arlana.” Natalie responded, looking down.
“Let me see everything, before we begin any discussion.” Jarvais said, seating herself in a nearby armchair. A couple of minutes later, Natalie was standing naked, hands behind her head, as Jarvais inspected her. Her maid/assistant Treena came in with wine; one glass. She cast Natalie a look as she left.
Samantha met up with Ashley at lunch; Gwyneth would join them as well. “Where the fuck were you again, Bitch Ho’?” Ashley greeted her pleasantly.
“Well, just excellent to see you too, Skank.” They both smiled, before Samantha’s face clouded over. She hadn’t planned to say anything to anybody, but suddenly the whole thing with Jack came pouring out in a rush. Ashley looked on and listened, more in amazement than sympathy.
In fact, when Samantha had finished her narrative, Ashley was visualizing Samantha forced on her knees to suck two cocks. It aroused her. She had long fantasized about using her ‘friend’ for that same thing, so she knew where Jack was coming from.
But Ashley wasn’t stupid; arrogant yes, but she was cunning and a schemer. And she was interested in what Samantha would do next.
“Fuck Sam, that’s nasty. So I hope you’re planning revenge.”
“You bet,” Samantha replied, but at that moment Gwyneth came walking toward them.
The day was pleasant and Mistress M sat with her pet. She lightly brushed the woman’s face. “My precious, go gather a couple of beach towels and my sandals, yours too, and sunglasses and meet me at the gate. We’re going down to the beach.”
The pet had noticed the area below them and had wondered about it. She also wondered if her mistress would have her wear anything, as all she had on now was her collar.
When Pet returned with the things, she noticed her mistress had a cover-up for her. Her Mistress had one on, but she also had on a two-piece swim suit as well. Once everything was gathered, the two women headed down the stairs to the sandy area. There were two girls already there, the only other bathers, lying on a blanket, both wearing fairly brief suits.
Mistress M made a point of laying their towels quite close to the girls. She then turned to her pet. “Remove your cover-up and get on your knees.” Pet hesitated for a brief moment, all of this was still new to her, but disrobed and knelt. “Turn your head and look at those girls and smile.” Pet did this and both girls’ eyes grew large and they giggled, covering their mouths.
Mistress M smiled and motioned for the girls to come; they looked at each other with huge grins on their faces, then stood and came slowly, the four or five steps between them.
“Bonjour, ce qui se passe?” The taller of the two girls asked; she had long brown hair and bangs, with small breasts and a slim body.
“Bonne journée, vous aimez mon ami?” Mistress M replied, asking the girls if they liked her ‘friend’. The shorter of the girls replied in English.
“Hello, I’m Casna. I speak English, if you want. We do like…your friend, but this is…strange.”
Mistress explained that the naked woman was her pet or …slave…and they were welcome to use her. The two girls looked at each other and laughed. Mistress M said to the taller girl that her pet/slave would like to kiss the girl’s pussy for a while.
“Take her. Prendre son. Please.” With a laugh, the taller girl lifted Pet by an arm and took her back to her blanket. In a moment, Pet’s wonderful round ass was in the air as she knelt and licked the girl’s pussy, the girl’s hands buried in her blonde hair.
Casna smiled at Mistress. “I’m Martinique.” They shook hands.
Casna smiled again and commented. “You are beautiful. Both of you. I thought you were American, maybe movie stars, when you were coming down the stairs.” Martinique laughed. Casna looked over at her friend who was moaning and gently humping her hips. “I would like to do that to you.” She said, shyly looking at Martinique and smiling.
Martinique took in this girl. “How old are you?”
“I’m twenty-two, although no one believes me. It’s ‘cause I’m short. I’m older than Giselle (she nodded toward her friend) but she is taller so everyone thinks she’s older. Oh, well.”
Casna was petite, possibly five-two, but solidly built with nice breasts and lovely round hips. Her hair was dark brown and cut very short, with bangs. Martinique looked at her for a moment, then undid her bottom piece and lay back, her legs spread.
Casna’s face was buried in Martinique’s waiting sex in
an instant, sucking and licking noisily, rubbing her face against the labia, spreading the lips aggressively and thrusting her tongue into each hole in turn.
Martinique rolled her hips and smiled; this was an unexpected treat. The sun was warm but not overly hot. Martinique and Giselle lay back and enjoyed the enthusiastic tongues serving them; sea birds dipped and soared, the lapping of the water on the shore was in synch with the devoted efforts of Pet/Slave and Casna.
Over the next half an hour, the cries of pleasure mingled with the calls of the seabirds, in wonderful unity. And then two couples lay quietly entwined, the sun warming them.
Pet/Slave did not think on it, but her former life was quickly melting away; almost gone.
Ashley and Samantha discussed Slave-Gwenny’s plan and thought it might be interesting; although if she thought it would do anything for her, she was mistaken, the girls agreed. They still had plans for her, but this could be a nice diversion.
A phone call from Ashley and the bus driver noted that Gia Santos would not need a ride. The bus left at 3:15, and as Gwyneth noted, at 3:07 Gia popped into the girls’ main floor washroom. When she came out of a stall, blocking her way were three imposing girls. She knew who they were; pretty much everyone at Windsor Academy for Girls feared them, and looking up at them now, Gia’s heart began pounding.
It was not hard fitting the four girls into the town car; Gia was a slim girl and maybe five-one. Once in the car they blind-folded her and told her not to make any sounds.
Samantha then looked meaningfully at Gwyneth, lifting up her skirt. She then had Gwyneth go down on her for the entire ride home; just to make a point.
The four girls trooped into the Ashley home and then down to the lower level to a sort of family room rarely used; but there was a couch and a large wall-mounted T.V. in there, as well as a pool table and a rarely-used ping pong table. “Ping pong?” Ashley had asked her mother in amazement.
Samantha and Ashley sat on a couch and Gwyneth was sent off to get them two beers. Gia was then told to take off all her clothes. When she began to whimper, Samantha gripped her by the hair and warned her of a dark room with rats where they would keep her if she didn’t ‘shut the fuck up’. There was no such room, but Gia controlled herself and stripped completely.
Gwyneth returned with the beers and all three girls looked at the body of Gia Santos. Samantha asked, doubt in her voice, “You are eighteen?”
“N-not yet, in two months, um, Miss. I know I look young. I um, only started my period last year. (Gia looked so young in fact that Windsor Academy had had a Federal agent come in to confirm the girl’s passport was authentic, including her birthdate; she was indeed seventeen and, now, ten months.)
“Look-it these little tits,” Ashley said, pulling on a tiny nipple. “Put your hands behind your back, slut. Now, feed me this baby titty.” Gia did as told and Ashley sucked the entire breast into her mouth, then bit it, enough to show marks. Samantha did the same to the other breast.
“Have you ever seen a boy’s cock?” Ashley asked.
Gia shook her head. “Only on my friend’s computer.”
“Ooooh,” Samantha mocked, “a porn-baby, looking at nasty stuff on her friend’s computer.” She laughed.
Gia looked uncomfortable and embarrassed.
“Come and lay here,” Ashley directed Gia, who hesitantly climbed up and lay, face up across both Ashley and Samantha’s knees, allowing both girls access to her vagina. Ashley stoked the pubic hair, making Gia jump, and noted, “Well, at least this pussy looks like it belongs to a woman and not a kid. Wow, pretty bushy, little person. Ever heard of a razor?” Samantha snorted, and reached over, putting a finger into Gia’s mouth.
When it was moistened she spoke to Ashley, “Spread her puss, Ash; let’s see what happens here.”
Ashley pulled back the thin, tight lips (there was no significant inner labia yet) and held it so Samantha could look right into the hole. “Hey, Gwenny-Puss, come and hold up our mini-slave’s legs.”
Gwyneth grabbed the legs and pulled them back and out so Gia’s vagina was open. Samantha inserted one finger and it went in ok, but inserting a second was difficult and Gia began squirming. “Hey, stop that or we’ll turn you over and spank you.”
Ashley made a suggestion. “Let’s put the little pussy-slaves to work. We can each have one.” They made Gwyneth strip and then had her and Gia kneel in front of them, Gwyneth with Samantha. When Gwyneth began to lick and suck the fleshy folds of Samantha’s cunt, Ashley told Gia to watch closely; Gia’s eyes were literally ‘big as saucers’. Then she hesitatingly bent forward and cautiously began to lick Ashley’s tight, pink and shaved crotch.
Forty minutes later they were driving Gia across town to her home. They had taken some very graphic pictures of her which they threatened would be on Facebook, Snapchat, Instagram, whatever; if she whispered anything about her time with them. They warned her that cooperating with them would be of benefit to her, but getting them mad was a very, very bad idea.
Gia dutifully called them ‘Mistresses’ and swore to tell no one and see them tomorrow, and to let the bus driver know she was getting a ride from ‘friends’.
Ashley then pulled Gia in for a kiss good-bye, holding it and opening her mouth. She was surprised when Gia opened her mouth in response and kissed back. When she separated, Gia had a smile on her face and said quietly. “I’ve always thought you were beautiful, like a princess.” And kissed her again before running off up the walk to the worn looking building where she and her mother lived.
As they drove off, Samantha murmured, “Just like a…princess.”
“Shut up.” Ashley muttered.
Samantha laughed. It felt good. She still had anger to deal with, but this felt good. Soon, she hoped, she would be feeling even better.
Jack Hogan roared up the little side street by his trailer. He had chosen this spot because it was off the main drag. Behind him was an empty field, and there was a rundown commercial mall beside him. The nearest ‘neighbor’ was almost a block away. He turned his motorcycle into the narrow path that led to his place.
Getting off his bike he checked his phone; nothing again. He had tried to reach Samantha a dozen times but nothing; no yelling, no threats, just silence. He had become concerned after hearing what Tyler had to say and had looked up Jonas Knight and of course Tyler was right, the guy was high level.
As Jack was looking at his keys for the one for the door, he noticed movement to his right. Sensing danger he dropped his bag and faced the rather nasty looking man coming at him. He did not notice the man to his left, who swung a metal bar, hitting Jack hard on the right knee cap. He went down with a shout, then tried to fend off the blow from the first guy. The guy with the bar then slammed it against his ribs and Jack went down. Several blows from boots began raining down on him; his back, his ribs. The air was punched from his lungs and a blow to his head dazed him.
Suddenly he was lifted off the ground; four guys were now on him and carrying him to the empty lot behind his trailer. Jack still had a little fight left, but several punches to his face took care of that. His boots and pants were dragged off him; his wrists were tied together above his head, and his legs were spread and fastened by cords to two stakes the men had just driven into the ground.
Then the men left, walking to the front of the trailer. There was still light left in the sky as the figure of a tall girl walked toward the trussed-up Jack. Looking up he saw the unsmiling face of Samantha Knight.
“Hullo, Jacko-boy. Long time, no see.” She said.
Natalie Roth pulled out of the airport lot and headed east. Things had gone probably as well as she could have expected, and she had a chance to provide Arlana with oral sex. Natalie definitely preferred women over girls. She had enjoyed serving Arlana in the past; she was a nasty woman but clean and classy.
The deal that they had made at least gave her some hope.
Martinique finished her meal; quail, roasted with herb butter. Pet/Slave also seemed to be enjoying hers, although she was eating on her knees, her dish on the tiles of the patio. The afternoon with the two girls and been delightful; Casna imploring Martinique to be able to see her again. Perhaps, Martinique had thought.
Now, as she finished her wine, she thought she would have some coffee, and then go in to see her master.
Pet/Slave’s training would now move to the next stage.
Samantha knelt down and looked at Jack. Taking a pair of scissors from her pocket, she began to cut away Jack’s briefs.
“Shut up. And don’t call me Sam, you asshole son of a bitch.” She looked disdainfully at his groin. “H’mmm, your friend doesn’t seem too interested tonight.” She said, standing and prodding Jack’s balls with her sneakered foot. “Maybe he forgets about me, forgets that he was shoved in my mouth. Hmmmm. Too bad.” And then she slammed her foot down as hard as she could directly on Jack’s junk.
Erupting with a tortured groan, Jack tried to roll, but his cords were too short. Samantha stomped hard again and Jack turned his head, vomiting and spitting.
“How’s your little friend, doin’, Jacko?” Samantha yelled down at the man, then stepped back and delivered a great kick full into the ball sack. Jack gasped aloud and began vomiting again, except there was nothing left but a little liquid, that dribbled down his chin.
He looked up at Samantha with tortured eyes. “Please…” he began, but she stomped down hard again, grinding her foot this time, mashing his sex organs like she was putting out a cigarette.
Jack briefly passed out, to be awakened by Samantha pouring some water on him from a bottle; then she took a drink.
“You awake? Wouldn’t want you to miss this.” She took out her scissors and placed then under his cock.
“No! No please, for the love of God, I’m sorry, please. No, don’t do that. Don’t. Please. Pl…” and then he turned his face as well as he could and wept.
“Everything must be paid for, Jacko.” Samantha said,
looking disdainfully at the man. “So, you want to keep your precious cock?”
Jack nodded his head and burbled something but it was unintelligible.
“Well, here’s the price. You get on your fucking bike and ride away, then this is done. You’re still in town tomorrow, we will hunt you down and I will cut off your cock and throw it in the Charles. Let the fishes have some fun. We clear?”
“Yeah, ya. Sure…” he grunted. Samantha then turned his head so he could look as his trailer was set on fire. She waited until it was totally engulfed and then cut his bonds and walked away. She gave the nasty looking man an envelope with five grand in it. Everyone left.
Martinique walked along on bare feet, pet/slave beside her on all fours. They stopped outside the room at the end of the hallway, the one whose windows faced the sea, and gently rapped, before entering. Martinique took their pet to Alexander Hillman, who sat by the window on a straight back chair.
Hillman was naked, his long lean form tanned and sleek, although at this point, all Pet/Slave could see was his feet up to his knees. She started with this, gently licking whatever was there; feet, calves, knees. Then she was permitted a little higher, and stroked Hillman’s muscular thighs with her tongue.
Eventually Martinique guided Pet/Slave’s face to the brown, round and shaved testicle sack. It had been a while since she had sucked a man’s balls, but it is not a complicated task; some, however, perform it with more passion.
Pet/Slave tried to convey her devotion, her commitment, her subservience through her tongue and mouth. Her efforts produced a result, for soon Martinique was
guiding Pet/Slave’s face and tongue along the shaft of Hillman’s erect cock. She lathered it up and down, coating it with her saliva. She came at last to the purple, circumcised head, and engulfed the helmet-like end in her warm mouth, sucking back and forth on it but not down the shaft.
Suddenly she took the entire cock in her mouth, right to the back of her throat, and then back out to lick and caress the underside of the shaft, just below the head, with the most tender of kisses. When she next took most of the cock in, Martinique began to pump it at the same time.
It was a compelling combination and Hillman exploded in an orgasm in minutes. Pet/Slave took in all the cum, then let it out, sliding it back down the cock shaft, before sucking the now white and foamy coating back into her mouth and swallowing it. Martinique held the slowly dwindling penis so Pet/Slave could suck at the hole, claiming all the seed and leaving no drops what-so-ever.
Martinique then covered Pet/Slave’s mouth with her own, and the two mouths shared whatever they had, with Martinique finally licking Pet/Slave’s face all over, Hillman leaning back in his chair, a contented smile on his tanned face, the now dark sea reflecting moonlight back to the darkened sky.
Jack Hogan was in great pain, but he drove on; he had covered just over eighty miles, and he couldn’t go much farther, so he was on the look-out for lodging. With his eyes blurry from tears, his groin screaming agony, he finally saw a sign ahead; Shady Pines, Cabins & Meals. With a profane exclamation of gratitude, he turned his bike in and made his way slowly to the office cabin.
To his even greater gratitude, the place had a small liquor store in the back, and once in his cabin he poured a welcome glass of scotch; mediocre scotch, but welcome just the same.
He thought of Samantha Knight and raised his full glass; “Some day bitch, you’ll get what you deserve.” And he swallowed the amber liquid down in three gulps.
Samantha and Ashley stood together outside of the room of Ashley’s next subject. They had a couple of minutes and once again Samantha burst forth with a story; this time what she had done to Jack. Ashley again listened with great interest. She would love to step on a guy’s balls, or kick him hard there. She fantasized on it.
“Good for you Sam. That sounds like it felt very good.”
“Fuckin’ grrrr-eat,” she responded.
“You know something?” Ashley had a definite twinkle in her eye, “our next slave should be a guy.”
Samantha looked at her, then smiled. “Anyone in mind, Queen Bitch?”
Ashley smiled that enigmatic smile, raising her eyebrows, “Maybe,” but then the warning bell sounded.
(End of Chapter 08)