MICHAELJames watches his screen, compares it to the map with Charlotte´s pins, markings and annotations. His tone is acerbic. "She´s set herself up as bait, and she´s making herself highly visible, to them and to us. The Police will be able to see any car that follows her while she´s in the area. But that´s only going to last while she´s somewhere with road cameras. There´s a few on the highways, but mainly they fade off as you leave the City.""She´s doing a helluva speed," I comment."Is she normally a fast driver?" asks Richard."No, very much the slow and careful type usually. Her car was chosen for economy and reliability, not for racing."Is she being pursued?My stomach tightens..."Where is she now?" asks Francis."Well away from the City now, and off the main highways... no more cameras."Two of the points have stopped moving. Of the others, three are following matching trails, two are on different trajectories."One of the static signals is the one for he
CHARLOTTESitting quietly, I look carefully around me, trying not to be conspicuous about it. I am inside, in effect, a tin box. Will the tracer signal get through this?Almost certainly, no...We have changed cars twice, and now I am locked in the back of a truck. I still have three tracers with me, all different, but the odds are that, just now, no-one can pick up the signal from any of them.Master, Michael, where are you? Are you looking for me?At some point, presumably, I will be taken from the truck to... who-knows-where? Perhaps the signal will be detectable then, at least while I am outdoors. But it may be brief. Will someone be watching the monitor then?And, when all is said and done, despite my anxiety, I need my captors to take me... wherever they are taking me...Don´t give them trouble. Don´t make them tie you up. Keep your hands free...I am being guarded. A man with a gun and an unfriendly expression sits by the tailgate, blocking my exit. However
CHARLOTTEKlempner´s eyebrows arch. "What do I want from you? Well, let´s see... for a start, I want payback for what you did to Charlie Jenkins."Who? Aaahhhh... Jenkins... Oh, crap...Supervisor Jenkins; who chased me when I ran; a fourteen-year-old girl pursued by a man threatening to have me gang-raped, and he went under the wheels of a truck...And Klempner... was his friend?So, monsters have friends too."I didn´t kill him. He wasn´t paying attention. Got run down.""He was after you because you wouldn´t do as you were told, wouldn´t obey... just like your mother. She didn´t like doing as she was told either... usually had to be persuaded when I wanted to fuck her. Am I going to have to persuade you? Or are you going to do as you´re bid?"He sweeps his head back, indicating the other four, no five men in the room. "We´re going to have a lot of fun anyway, you and me, and the others here. I gather you enjoy it, having a few of ´em going at you..."Where is he
MICHAELWe sit, parked up by a diner, James with his eyes fixed on his laptop screen. I stare into space. He glances up at me."What are you thinking about?""What do you imagine?""Well, of course, Charlotte. Something specific?"I stare up into the car roof for a moment, caught between embarrassment, the knowledge that Richard is seated right behind us, and the need to unload some stress."I was thinking about that noise she makes. You know the one, when she´s good and aroused, getting close to coming, sort of a cross between a moan and a wail..."His face twitches and he looks away. "Yeah... it´s a good sound isn´t it...""Shall we move on? See if a different area gives us a signal?""Yes, I think so."BETHI can´t believe it, but we have left our pursuers behind us under the trees. We are in the parking lot of a diner, closed now for the night, but just off the main highway. The forest closes behind us, but ahead, dissolves away to more open ground. In the nig
MICHAEL"Perhaps one of the police cars?" I suggest. "Now that Charlotte knows we´re here, and the police too, maybe she´ll show up."Richard vanishes with Beth, all but holding her upright as she sags into his arms.Will Stanton leans in through the window. "You two happy to stay here, visible? I´ve got patrols out there, looking for her. I think it´s best if you are where she can see you easily."James and I wait...And wait...And Charlotte does not appear. Neither of us wants to suggest the obvious.Eventually, my gut grinding, "Perhaps they caught her again."James nods, looking down, fingers pressing the bridge of his nose. "Perhaps.""Let´s stay until daylight," I suggest. "If she is out there somewhere, and can definitely see that it´s us..."But as the sun rises, and the long morning light draws fingers over the wild land, there is still no sign of her. Neither of us has slept, so Will assigns an officer to drive us back to the City. Richard is there, wa
MICHAELIn the apartment, Charlotte charges straight into the bathroom, strips off, dropping her clothes to the floor as she vanishes into the shower. The clothes are disgusting. I scoop them into a plastic waste bag and dump the lot, hovering over the laundry chute, before settling for the garbage. She herself, even under the clothes, is filthy.In the lounge, James and I wait together. "What´s our line?" he says quietly. "How mad at her are we?"How do I answer that?The woman I love abandoned me and left me numb with fear for her..."Hugs first," I say. "Mad later... Mmmm... I´m just going to take a look at her, now the worst of the dirt should be off. See what state she´s in."With the shower running, dousing herself from the head downwards, facing up into the water stream, she doesn´t hear me enter. On her arms and shoulders, down her thighs, all over her body, she is covered with bruises, just fading to blue and purple. And clean, her face shows more bruising; over on
CHARLOTTESuddenly everything wells up in me, and the tears come again, but now my Master sits beside me on the bed, wrapping his arms around me, kissing my hair. "Shhh... It´s alright. It doesn´t matter. They´re only rings, bits of metal. We´ll get you new ones...""But they´re not just bits of metal, Master... they´re special... and they took them..." He chuckles as he holds me. "Every time I think I´ve got the hang of women, I discover I´m still on Mars and they´re on Venus... Charlotte... The rings are symbols... That´s all. If you come out of what you did with no more damage than that, you should be thankful, not crying... Now... just calm down. We can talk about things properly when you´re ready."All I want is to stay there, in my Master´s arms, letting him rock me, but, "I´d like to do that Master, but there´s things I need to tell you... and Michael and Richard...""Yes, I know. There are things I want to ask you, but we can spare a few minutes." He holds me close,
CHARLOTTERichard sits with Beth, across the table from me, his eyes glancing across at Michael and my Master. My Master looks relaxed, almost happy. Michael is distant, cool, and has barely spoken to me. Richard´s gaze on me is warm. "Charlotte, um, I know you have issues with James and Michael here, over what you did. And I can understand that entirely. But for myself, I am grateful beyond words for what you did. I´ll not forget it."I nod as Richard pauses, letting his words sink in, then, "If you´re feeling up to it now, can you tell us more about what happened?"My Master speaks. "Charlotte, you said there were some things you need to tell us? And we all need to know why you didn´t want us to speak to the police. Richard here wasn´t very happy when I told him that he couldn´t discuss with Will Stanton what was happening...""I´m sorry about that, but Klempner knew too many things that he shouldn´t have..."Richard interrupts. "Klempner? Who´s Klempner?""Lawrence Kl
MICHAELBeth feels wonderful and is reacting beautifully. My arms around her, a warm tit weighing heavily into my left hand, the right working her below as she watches and listens to Charlotte, Richard and James together; every nuance and detail of her reactions tremble through to me.And the song Charlotte is singing has its effect on both of us. The sound of her orgasm washes through Beth, every muscle answering the sound of my red-haired beauty in climax.She´s on the build herself; panting and flushed, sweating freely, and her pussy spilling hot juices over my hand as I stroke her lips and clit. My chest pressed against her, the ripple and vibe of her mounting climax echoes through to me and she smells wonderful..."You´re beautiful, Beth," I whisper to her.She´s is soft and sweet and gentle; a sub in every sense. Not that I don´t appreciate Charlotte; she´s the most exciting woman I´ve ever known. But there´s something about Beth; my Charlotte as she might have been had
BETHMichael is close to coming, his thigh muscles juddering and a steady flow of bitter-sweet pre-cum trickling over my tongue and face...... Should I stop?... No, he´ll say if he wants me to...Abruptly, he pulls free from me, smiling down with those amazing blue eyes. "The Lady´s turn, I think," he says, "before I blow my top entirely too early..."Reaching down, he scoops me up in his arms, lifting with no apparent effort. "Onto the bed with you, Madam," he says, dumping me without ceremony onto the huge four-poster bed that dominates one end of James´ ´playroom´. My breath snatching, I watch as he strips off his clothes with easy economical movements."I´d like to lie you down and massage you," he says, "but I also want you to watch your husband fucking my wife over there, so I think we´ll do it a little differently... Up..." And he pulls me onto my knees, again with no obvious effort...... Ye gods, but he´s strong...... re-adjusting me to his liking. "That´s i
MICHAELEven from here I can see that Richard is much more confident with Charlotte this time. Not that he isn´t a Dom through and through, but the first time we did this together, for Beth´s birthday, it was a surprise for her and he was wary of upsetting her by being with Charlotte.It´s clear that this time, he has no such reservations. He and Beth must have talked it through...Charlotte´s going to have some stripes on her ass, that´s for sure...She´ll love it...And I have Beth, the lovely, gentle, submissive Beth. Outwardly, so like my own Charlotte, but her personality so different. Charlotte is a sub when it suits her to be. And when all is said and done, she is only truly a sub for James...He looks at her, and she´s on her knees...But Beth is the full-blown item, the real McCoy. A submissive through to the marrow, in the bedroom and in life...But this time you don´t look nervous either...The first time her husband ´gave´ her to me, I took the time to
MICHAELThe coffee done, liqueurs drunk and the last corners filled with tiny hand-made truffles, we sit. And gradually, the chatter fades.... We all know where this is going...I see something pass between James and Richard...... They really did plan this between themselves...... and Richard stands, acknowledges me, the question in his eye and I nod assent...... She is my wife after all...He turns to Charlotte, offering her his hand. She takes it, rising, and his gaze returns to mine, eye-pointing me to Beth.Standing, I offer my hand to the jade-eyed lovely seated next to me. "Beth?"Her cheeks showing the smallest of blushes, she accepts my hand and rises.Together, the five of us descend the steps to the basement and James´ ´playroom´; a dungeon by any other name.... How did he manage to arrange all this, and I didn´t notice?BETHIn the basement, James´ demesne, is all the equipment and paraphernalia of a Master, in just the setting one would expect
MICHAELBeth is blushing... and when I look at her, she drops her gaze.Ah...This isn´t about just Christmas dinner, then...Then I chuckle."What´s funny?" asks Richard. But there´s a twinkle in his eye that says he knows exactly what is funny."If you knew how many times this morning James has stopped me cornering Charlotte and um... wishing her a Merry Christmas."Eyes crinkling, he starts to reply, but..."Are you going to keep them on the doorstep all day?" asks James from over my shoulder."Oh, I´m sorry," I apologise. "You caught me by surprise. I´m not thinking straight..." I cast a glance back at James. "Someone kept me in the dark about this." He looks entirely unrepentant, simply giving me a ´Who? Me?´ kinda look...Charlotte´s voice echoes down the hall. "Who is it?""Come and look," I shout.She appears down the hall in an apron and a wooden spoon in one hand. She sees Beth and Richard, shrieks with surprise and comes running down the hall, arms st
JAMESAs soon as I´m alone, I go to my office, booting up my laptop to check the weather forecast and the state of the roads. The forecast is good; biting temperatures, but clear sunshine. And just as I turn the machine off again, there is a rumble from outside. I flick the curtains back to see a snow plough grinding its way up our mountain road.... Perfect...... Now for the turkey...In the kitchen I organise myself, laying everything out to hand:Onions, chestnuts, salt, pepper, parsley, celery, bread crumbs... The front door bangs as I hear the two of them come in again, echoing down the hall. She´s making a helluva holler...Pausing from chopping onions, "Something wrong?" I call.Footsteps ring down the hall and Michael sticks his head around the door, eyes dancing. "Nothing that won´t be sorted out by getting her sweater off and removing the snowball that went down her neck and... um... lodged."I run this scenario through my head, then grin. "You mean she´s
CHARLOTTEI wake, my sleepy face pressed into my Master´s chest, his arms around me, and snuggle closer, burying myself in his wonderful scent, musky and masculine.The light is dim; that grey pre-dawn light that comes before the sun rises. And at this time of year, in the deep of Winter, it will be some while before daylight truly arrives.Nuzzling at him, I work myself deeper into my Master´s embrace, feeling him kiss the top of my head. I love this drowsy time of the morning; when we are all three together, undisturbed, and with the day lying out there, freshly minted and waiting to be discovered.Michael, from his breathing, sounds as though he asleep, but sleeping or not, he´s feeling horny; the evidence is pressing into my back.Vaguely, I puzzle to myself. I went to sleep in Michael´s embrace. Somehow, I´ve changed over in the night.I roll over between the sheets, careful to keep my Master´s arms around me, and as I settle on my other side, he spoons up behind me, h
JAMES"Good evening, Charlotte. Are you alright there?" asks Richard, billionaire CEO of the Haswell Corporation.She´s standing in the lobby, sipping from a mug. "I´m fine thanks," she smiles. "I´m just waiting for Michael to pick me up. He said he was running a bit late, but Kirstie´s made me a coffee while I wait." She head-points the Concierge at her desk, who smiles politely and then returns to where she is working on her laptop."Ah well, we´ll wait with you then for a minute or so. Ross is just bringing the car around.""Richard and I have a meeting with the shareholders," I say. "I should be home around six, but I´ll let you or Michael know if I´m going to be any later."She nods, then we stand in a slightly awkward silence, listening to Christmas Carols drift across the lobby. After a minute, Richard, with an air of making conversation says, "So, Charlotte, are you looking forward to Christmas?""Oh, yes. I am..." Her smile is bright. She´s all little girl enthusia
BETHAt Michael´s words, I let out breath that, all unknowing, I´d been holding. He moves to stand behind me, one arm curved around my waist, whispering to me, "Beth... Yes?"I almost sigh the word. "Yes.""Would you like to watch them fuck Charlotte? Or would you prefer to go next door?"Blushing. "I´d like to watch.""Thought you might. Want to join in with them?"My mouth is suddenly dry. "Um, no. I don´t think I´m ready for that." Suddenly anxious, "Is that alright?"He kisses the tender nape of my neck. "Of course, it is. This is about enjoying yourself. Not about going anywhere you´re unwilling or unready for..."The heat of his mouth settles at the top of my spine as he nibbles and mouths at the soft skin there. I smile to myself as, steering me by the arm around my waist, he angles me to watch Charlotte as her two ´Masters of the Evening´ splay and spread her. Michael may not share their taste for outright domination, but he still enjoys being in charge of a wom