George and the Debt Pt. 08

Pager Update : Fenella has arrived to help Debs to deal with Anton. Chrissy has upped her grades to A star, and turned her gangbang into a bisexual orgy. : Update Ends

I will gloss over the dinner meal which was a takeaway around the kitchen table. Chrissy got the distinct impression that Fenella knew exactly what she'd done that afternoon and, although nothing was actually said about it, she got a feeling that Fenella approved of the way she had competently handled the men, but not of her growing addiction to risky sex.

Georgina tried to look as if she was still a good husband to Debs, despite her new appearance. But she was acutely aware she'd let the family down. She'd been scared of Fenella when she was George, now she was terrified of the power of this creature. Luckily she had clients that evening, a husband and wife, so she wouldn't have to spend the time trying to make conversation with the 'mother-in-law from hell'. After dinner, Chrissy went to her room and Georgina took her taxi to her appointment.

That left Debs and her mother to chat.

"You say, Deborah, that your man will arrive at 10 pm?" queried Fenella.

"Yes," replied Debs. "They are sometimes a little late, but not often. There's no hanging about, we fuck straight away. They get me for twelve hours and it's costing them a lot, so they want to get the most out of their time."

"Do you think you can get the man to cum a couple of times in the first hour?"

"Er.. yes... that's easy. The problem is usually stopping them from blowing their load too quickly and getting frustrated. I usually get them talking about their lives, their wives, their work, between bouts."

"Very good. So, I suggest we get Chrissy to be in the kitchen, or the bathroom, when the guy arrives." Fenella explained. "Dressed in something skimpy."

"Okay."

"Then, after you've given your client a good fucking, got him to cum hard so he's feeling good, can you get him to ask for her?"

"I've had a few men who've asked just that. 'Does your daughter do it as well?', they say. I think it excites them to think of both of us as whores. Some of the guys want to have a mother and daughter session, but I think it's a rare thing in the escort world. So, they see the photographs of the family on the bedside table and fantasise about the young girl in the pictures. I'm sure I can steer the post-fuck chat in that direction if the guy is typical."

"Good," replied Fenella. "Get Chrissy down."

Debs called up the stairs and the plan was explained to Chrissy.

"Your mother and I need to nip out for a few hours," explained Fenella. "Do you think you can take on one of your mother's clients for that time?"

"Anton seems to be keeping me for special events at the moment," replied Chrissy. "I suppose it's to make sure I don't get over exposed. Like some of the television comedians who end up presenting everything from Celebrity Bake Off to Travel shows."

"But can you do it?" asked Debs.

"Oh yes... that's the point. I'm not getting enough sex! Bloody Anton's woken me up to sex and now I'm frustrated as hell. You get me in the room with your client and I'll give him the teen ride of his life!"

"Whatever he looks like?" asked Fenella.

"You don't know," replied Chrissy. "But my first client was a guy called Owen and he was..."

"... an ugly bastard." Debs finished the sentence for her daughter.

"Yes," continued Chrissy. "We should charge the guy extra for me or he will get suspicious. I don't think any punter gets offered a young 'extra' for free. And perhaps we should act a bit reluctant."

"That sounds a good idea," agreed Debs. "Some of the guys have talked to me about trying to get a whore's daughter but being frustrated in their plan because one or other of them is unwilling."

"I'll give him a bit of the nervous look. That'll probably work. You can leave him with me and don't worry, I'll be fine."

"Then we have a plan," said Fenella.

Georgina's taxi took her to a housing estate on the outskirts of Damcaster. Here were new, but very high status, properties each in their own plot giving a high degree of privacy. The taxi stopped at the end of a cul-de-sac and the driver handed Georgina a card with a number to ring when she'd finished. Evidently the return journey had been paid for by Anton.

Georgina was to meet the Pattersons. The pager had said...

Husband and wife this time. The Pattersons. I think you'll find the experience very different.

She had never been with a married couple, all her clients up until now had been a man on his own, sometimes married, sometimes not. As she walked down the path to the front door she wondered what awaited her. The door was opened by a petite woman, Thai in appearance.

"Welcome Georgina," she said. "Come in. Come in."

The hallway and lounge were immaculate and minimalist in decoration.

"I am Jintara," said the woman. "Your coat please."

Georgina handed her coat over and the little woman folded it over her elbow, then held her hand out for Georgina's handbag, which she placed neatly on the hall table.

"Follow please," was the next instruction.

Georgina followed Jintara up the stairs. The little woman's hips swayed from side to side as she walked in a way that was very sensual. Even Georgina, with her new focus on men, could see the attraction. Jintara led the way into a strange room, putting Georgina's coat away in a wardrobe. The room must have originally been a bedroom but it had been stripped of ordinary furniture and the floor was linoleum. The soft kind that bounced underfoot when you walked on it. There were devices on the walls and ropes hanging from the ceiling, several cupboards and chests, and several step-stools. In an en-suite room was a shower and Jintara pointed at it.

"Take off all your clothes and shower," she instructed.

So far there was no sign of the husband. Georgina wondered what he was like. Would he be an English man who had fallen in love with a Thai woman, perhaps on holiday? Or was he also Thai and the couple had emigrated to the UK bringing valuable skills? Georgina took off her clothes, which Jintara folded neatly and put away in the wardrobe with her coat. Then the shower was run. As the steam filled the cubicle, and the deliciously warm water ran down her back, Georgina saw Jintara moving about. The shower door opened and a naked Jintara stepped in. Soon delicate hands were soaping Georgina's breasts and moving down her body to lather up her cock. From time to time the slender woman pushed herself up against Georgina and rubbed herself up and down. And, to Georgina's surprise, her cock responded. I must have a little desire left in me for women, she thought.

Jintara was very attentive and, back in the main room, towelled Georgina dry, then she took out a metal tin of talcum powder. Georgina hadn't seen one of those for years. They were associated with her youngest days, her mother used to wear it out of the bath. The smell of the powder instantly brought back memories of those times. Jintara thoroughly covered Georgina with the powder, but only on specific parts of her body. Her shoulders and arms, and her legs. Georgina tried to help, spreading the sweet smelling powder more generally but her hands were slapped gently away by Jintara. Obviously the woman had a plan.

The plan was revealed when she opened up a medieval-looking chest and removed two strange garments. They were bright red and seemed to be made of some sort of rubber or vinyl. The first was handed over to Georgina who held it up to get a better look. It was clearly designed to cover her legs so she stepped in. The rubber was very tight and now she understood the reason for the talcum powder. More was applied each time Georgina got stuck but eventually, after a few minutes of stretching and struggling, the deed was done. The garment covered her feet and legs but left her crotch and buttocks exposed. The end of the legs were sock-like, squeezing her toes together slightly. A belt fastened the garment in place and Jintara tightened up the buckles until Georgina gasped. Then she handed over the second garment.

This went over the head and shoulders and was like the top half of a scuba diving outfit. It was also red rubber and consisted of the hood, the upper part of the chest above the breasts, and the arms. It was very tight and the hood crushed Georgina's hair hard to her scalp, making her look like a bald, red-skinned, clown. Georgina's choice of lipstick for this evening was, coincidentally, also bright red. She got a glimpse of herself in a wall mirror and the combination, she thought, of flattened scalp, wide eyes and matching red lips in a pout made her look perpetually surprised. Jintara tucked stray locks of hair inside the hood until none showed. The hood was joined seamlessly to the shoulders and was quite stiff, it was impossible for Georgina to turn her head. Jintara helped Georgina slip her arms into the sleeves. At the end of the sleeves were mittens and, worryingly, there were metal clips on the wrists. Georgina found her fingers were squashed together, there wasn't even somewhere for her thumbs to go. I look like I've got flippers, she thought.

Between the upper and lower garment there was nothing so Georgina's breasts and torso were exposed. Her buttocks and genitals were also left exposed by the costume. It felt very strange, and rather worrying, to be trussed up so thoroughly. Then there was a sound behind her and Jintara dropped to her knees, put her hands in a prayer position, and lowered her head. Georgina tried to turn her head to see who it was but the tight hood meant she couldn't, the best she could do was turn her whole body, which she did. Then she caught her breath.

Standing in front of her was, presumably, Mr Patterson. He was a whole head taller than her and his bulk cast a shadow in the room. He was evidently a native of Jamaica or some such location. His skin was deep brown, almost black, and he was muscled like a bodybuilder. His preparation for this evening had included oiling his skin. He was wearing a costume of gladiatorial design, all straps and pieces of armour. He looked terrifying, and that was before Georgina contemplated his phallus. It dangled to his knee, a fat log of an organ, bigger - even when flaccid - than anything Georgina has taken so far in her career as an escort. It frankly made her shake with fear.

"I am Sanka," he said. "You will do what I says."

He clapped his hands and Jintara sprang up, rushed to a cupboard and returned with a couple of items. She knelt before Georgina and she could see the petite woman was holding a thick red rubber ring. Deftly she placed it onto Georgina's cock, pulling it wide over the cock and testicles and then allowing it to contract at the root of the organ. It fitted snugly and Georgina, who had worn a similar but less strong version a week earlier, knew it would prevent her cock from becoming flaccid once it had become erect. The second item was some sort of mechanical device she had never seen before. Jintara reached up and pushed it into Georgina's mouth. It sat over her teeth and Jintara adjusted some screws at the sides. Suddenly it was forcing Georgina's mouth open, wider and wider, there was no resisting the device.

"Aaaaaa aaaa aaa aaaa," gurgled Georgina, trying to talk. She could move her tongue around and used it to feel the device. It was solid as a rock and very smooth. It made a slick, round, entrance to her mouth and denied the opportunity to refuse anything put in there. This was demonstrated when Jintara returned from yet another trip to a cupboard with a small bottle. She poured the spirit into Georgina's mouth, pausing to allow time for Georgina to swallow each small amount, then retreated to stand by the wall, head bowed. The liquor was potent, perhaps some sort of schnapps, with a very high alcohol content. It quickly made Georgina's head swim.

Sanka then grabbed both of Georgina's arms and pulled them up behind Georgina's back. There was a click of latches and she found she could not move them. She felt horribly vulnerable. Sealed in rubber, hands covered, arms strapped behind her, but with her breasts and genitals exposed. And unable to close her mouth. At the mercy of this enormous black man to whom the word mercy was probably not in his vocabulary. Sanka took hold of Georgina's wrists and steered her towards a step stool above which dangled ropes.

Oh God, he's going to hang me, thought Georgina. Anton has finally got fed up with me. Or perhaps I'm not bringing in enough money to pay my debts and he's decided to let someone kill me for a massive fee. Debs seems to be bringing in steady income for him. Chrissy is his teen darling. What am I but, probably, a failed experiment? A sissy that's not very attractive. This man is going to march me up onto that stool, stick a rope around my neck, then push me off into eternity. I wonder if he will take this thing out of my mouth and let me have my final words? I wonder if he, or his wife, will be the last thing I see?

Sanka didn't hang Georgina. He instructed her to put one leg up on the stool and tied a rope around both her wrists. It was an ungainly position, one foot on the stool and one on the floor, tilting Georgina over so she was slightly off balance.

"Prepare her," he said to Jintara.

The petite woman collected a bottle of lubricant, walked forward, and moved behind Georgina. Once again the stiffness of the red rubber hood and shoulder cover meant she was unable to turn her head to watch. But, a moment later, Georgina could feel a tongue lapping around her anus and then penetrating her. Her cock twitched automatically. The sensations in her arse, and the sight of Sanka in front of her gently masturbating his enormous cock, brought her to a very strong erection. And her erection remained. Painfully erect, restrained by the cock ring and, Georgina thought, possibly chemically as well. She began to wonder what was in the spirit she'd been given. She groaned. Jintara was now running a finger around her anus, dipping inside from time to time. Cool liquid, lots of it, was pumped into her. I'm lubricated, she thought, but I'm not sure it will help much with that monster.

"Prepare me," commanded Sanka.

Jintara knelt in front of her master, looking tiny next to his bulk, and started to caress and kiss his giant cock. It swelled and grew and the fear in Georgina made her start to pant. The jaw opening device made her breathing sound strange and the rubber hood muffled the sounds as well. Soon, she thought, that beast will be inside me. Jintara was trying to fit her master's cock into her mouth but she was struggling. The best she could do was to suck the head, running her tongue around it and lapping at it like a little cat. Sanka watched and Georgina knew that once he dismissed his wife, her turn would come.

Sanka, now with a terrifying erection, turned back to Georgina and moved behind her. Georgina thought this was a cruel tactic. Being unable to see him heightened the tension. She could feel him checking the ropes on her wrists. He reached down to her foot, perched precariously on the step stool, and fastened it in place with cords. Then he hauled on the wrist ropes dragging her arms up her back and lifting her body until her other foot was on tip toe. The posture wasn't too painful, yet, but very uncomfortable and exposing.

"Punish her," said Sanka.

Jintara was ready, hidden behind her back she took out a lash made of multiple strips of leather. And, as Sanka pushed his cock a little way into Georgina, she stepped forward.

"Uhhhh," grunted Georgina as the massive cock head pushed its way past her sphincter. There is that moment, during anal sex, when the broad head of a man's cock passes the ring of muscle and it contracts almost automatically onto the shaft of the penis. The head of the cock is then trapped, requiring a good pull to release it. But, of course, what usually happens next is not withdrawal but further penetration. As she felt Sanka's cock inside her and contemplated that penetration Georgina's body was wracked with pain. Jintara had hit her stomach with the lash. It drove the breath out of her lungs and Georgina screamed. At least she made as much of a scream as was possible with the jaw opener holding her mouth agape.

"Hooo! Hooo! Hoooo!," she cried. The lash reminded her of pictures she had seen of the dreaded cat-o-nine-tails used by officers on board His Majesty's ships of the line in the Eighteenth century. Getting a 'taste of the cat' ensured discipline was maintained. Georgina knew the thing Jintara was wielding so expertly didn't have the pieces of metal at the ends of the leather strands, but it was still very painful. Two more strokes were applied, one to each breast, and Georgina twitched and tried to pull away.

The step stool prevented much movement and Georgina found her leg, that was on the floor by just her tip toes, was jerking in response to the pain. She almost hopped off the floor with each stroke of the lash and this had an extra effect. She was dancing on Sanka's cock. She bounced and twisted and Sanka grunted with pleasure.

"More," he instructed his diminutive wife.

Stroke after stroke landed and Georgina moaned and screamed, aware with every hop and turn she was driving Sanka's huge cock deeper and deeper into her bowel. Then the lash hit her own, painfully erect, penis and she stood still and shuddered with the pain.

"Ooooooooo!!!" she gave a long, drawn out scream.

This must have been an agreed finale to the flogging as Jintara returned to a kneeling position watching her husband, his cock deep inside Georgina.

Sanka snarled, "Lay out the mat. My turn to make her dance."

He reached around Georgina's torso and grasped her breasts, holding the nipples between finger and thumb and squeezing until Georgina cried with the pain. Then he moved his hands to grasp her buttocks and started to thrust. His powerful movement took him deep inside Georgina who felt more full than she had with any of her other clients. She instinctively tried to lift herself from this fat column of flesh and this led to more, as Sanka put it, dancing. At full impalement she was physically lifted off the floor, unable to do anything except try to straighten the leg on the step stool, her other leg kicking in the air. And, when she did this, Sanka laughed cruelly and told her to dance some more.

It seemed to go on for hours. In this room of torture there was no clock. Nothing to verify how long Sanka's cock had been pummelling her. Georgina knew that her client had her, technically, until breakfast. She wasn't sure she was going to survive that long.

At the other side of the room Jintara was rolling out a thin mat, about the thickness and texture of a yoga mat, but much larger. Georgina was pretty convinced that it was unlikely any yoga would form part of the evening's entertainment. Slowly, and with great deliberation, Jintara placed a series of objects on the mat. At the angle she was positioned it was hard for Georgina to see what they were, even if she'd not been jerked about on Sanka's cock, but they looked worrying.

At ten that night Debs' latest client arrived and a well choreographed enticement played itself out. Fenella hid herself away then, as Debs took the man up to her room, Chrissy arranged to be coming out of the bathroom. She'd just had a shower and was erotically damp and only partially dressed in a towel.

"Oooh, sorry," she said to the man, then disappeared into her room. As she passed through the door, and in full knowledge that his eyes were following her, she let the towel drop so that he caught a brief glimpse of her youthful body before the door closed.

While letting the man see her Chrissy had got a good view of him. He looked like a wild man of the woods from some sort of survival television documentary. He was dressed in a check shirt, lumberjack-style, and a pair of baggy jeans that sat low on his hips, showing the traditional 'builder's crack'. What Chrissy could see of his bum was very hairy. His hair on his head was black, bushy and, she thought, designer-unkempt. It was like the mane of a lion, an effect increased by the similarly bushy beard. Being fucked by him would be like having sex with The Beast from Beauty and the Beast, she thought, and there would be no romantic transformation into a handsome prince afterwards.

The door to the master bedroom closed and, shortly after, Debs began to scream. Chrissy sat on her bed listening. The guy wasn't subtle. His technique seemed very rough and ready, based on the sounds coming through the wall. Fenella was listening too. She'd turned 'sideways to the sun', as the phrase went, and to all intents and purposes was now invisible. She could admire Mountain Man for his animal energy but Debs was eventually going to get hurt doing Anton's work. It had to stop.

Ninety minutes later the changeover took place. Debs called Chrissy to the bedroom and there was a show of reluctance from both Chrissy and her mother about him taking her daughter. Mountain Man growled his demands. Money changed hands. Chrissy cried a little, while her mother persuaded her to comply, and then the 'reluctant' teen finally agreed. The door closed again, this time with Debs on the outside. She'd pulled on an old jumper and a pair of jeans for the trip to the well.

"Mother!" she whispered. "Are you ready?"

"Yes dear," replied Fenella, appearing on the landing. "Shall we go?"

Out of the back door they went, down the garden and through the gate into the forest. Debs found the wood very spooky and it was quite dark so it was hard to see the ground. She stumbled twice then Fenella raised her left hand which proceeded to radiate a soft green glow. It was a pale light but it illuminated exactly what you needed to see to walk safely. Onward they went, first to the Stone Circle, and then turning right slightly, through the woods until they came across a stone outcrop. It was around twenty feet tall and the side that faced Debs was very vertical, though she knew the other side of the rock sloped gently. At the base was the Holy Well. As they entered the clearing in front of the well the moon came out from behind the clouds and the whole thing shimmered with pale blue light.

From a crack in the rock face the water dribbled down into a stone bowl. The bowl was wider and curved at one end, and narrower and more pointed at the other. It looked like a teardrop, or perhaps an eye. There were rough marks on the bowl as if the ancients had worked the stone to refine its shape. Above the crack was a flatter area. It had been deliberately smoothed and, inset, was a stone of a very different colour. Pale marble. The stone was carved and Debs looked at the faint depiction of a female figure.

"Coventina," said Fenella. "At least Coventina as a Roman artist imagined her."

Debs stared at the carving, trying to make out the details. Fenella ran her hand over the stone and suddenly it was as clear as the day it was carved.

A youthful girl, dressed in a Roman toga, reclined on a couch. Debs remembered from school that the Romans ate their meals lying down. Coventina was doing just that, resting with her elbow on a cylindrical pillow at one end of the couch. Scattered around the couch, like a teenager's untidy bedroom, were symbols of prosperity and fecundity, and signs for water.

"She's a bit wilder than she looks there," said Fenella. "But you can judge for yourself."

Fenella dipped her glowing hand into the stone bowl and the light spread into the water. It shimmered with a light that became so intense that Debs had to shield her eyes and look away. She could hear her mother chanting and then there was a strange change in the atmosphere and a voice, youthful, yet infinitely old at the same time said, "Fenella, so nice to see you."

Debs looked back to find a figure stood in front of the rock face. The Roman artist had not done justice to the sheer wildness of the young woman. Her hair moved like water and her eyes were pools of darkness like a village pond illuminated by starlight. She was lean and tough looking, like some of the football players in the Damcaster Maidens. Debs had often thought these young women looked like Celtic warriors. The Celts were amongst many ancient races accepting of the idea of the shield maiden, a female warrior. They would have liked women's football, Debs thought.

The lower half of Coventina was immersed in the water of the Holy Well, which was a physical impossibility because the water was actually quite shallow. Shallow enough for the local children to be able to fish out any coins that tourists had thrown into the well as an offering. Little did the tourists know their small change was rapidly converted into sweets or cigarettes.

Now, when Debs looked into the bowl she could see the water was infinitely deep. I wonder if a coin dropped in now would ever hit the bottom, she mused? There was no time to test the theory. The goddess stepped out from the bowl and took Debbie's hand. She was taller than both of them and wore an ancient-looking robe of linen. Everything, her flesh, her robe, her hair, were wet which made it look like she'd been in an ancient Wet T-shirt competition. Coventina's hair was lustrous and black and draped to her buttocks. Debs was jealous, but then this was a goddess, she had the advantage over a mere human.

"I see," said Coventina, looking at Debs. As if all that had happened recently was understood, though Debs hadn't explained anything. Hadn't even thought about her dilemma. "We must set a trap for this violent, abusive and arrogant man."

"We were hoping you might say that," replied Fenella.

Debs, standing hand in hand with an ancient deity, had to admit to herself she'd not hoped anything like this. If she'd had any hopes it was that her mother would come up with a solution directly. Simply cast a spell and make all the problems go away. Not engineer a moonlit encounter with a frightening supernatural entity.

Coventina took Fenella's hand and the three - virgin goddess, mother and crone - walked through the wood back to the stone circle. Anybody watching would have seen two women walking, not quite side by side, their hands extended towards each other as if they wished to hold hands but were somehow afraid to make that contact. Coventina, in the middle was, to everyone else, invisible. And, as they walked she talked with Fenella about other planes, of crystal caves where even Merlin could be confined, and of something called a fith-fath.

"What's a fith-fath?", asked Debs.

Meanwhile Chrissy was sitting on the edge of her mother's bed, gently weeping to look as vulnerable as possible. Mountain Man had, once her mother had slipped away, ignored Chrissy's crocodile tears and pulled her over to the bed. There he'd sat her down on the edge of the mattress and stood with his cock waving in her face. Chrissy knew what was to follow, and that she needed to keep up the illusion that she only occasionally worked as a whore. She blubbed, but reached out to his cock.

"Oh sir," she cried. "You don't want me to suck you off, do you?"

"Yus," said Mountain Man. He was a man of few words. He was the most hairy man Chrissy had seen naked. It seemed to cover all his body, except for parts of his face, and added to the impression there was a grizzly bear in the room. Under the hair he was muscled as if he threw trees around as a hobby. Chrissy had seen a short film on the news about the Highland Games and someone just like this man had been throwing a giant log around a field. Perhaps it was what men like this did to show their virility, given that the alternative - fucking a woman all over the Highland games field for the television cameras - was rather frowned upon in polite circles.

Chrissy got started with the blow job, hoping that this man had not heard anything from Anton to contradict the impression she was giving. An inexperienced girl, helping her mum. She was fairly sure she'd not met Mountain Man before but the filmed gangbang a few days earlier had gotten pretty wild. She couldn't remember all the faces of the men that had fucked her. Especially those who had taken her from behind. There had been lots of cock to suck on while she was being fucked, and she'd not always got the opportunity to look over her shoulder at her latest lover.

She tried not to be too competent too quickly but his cock was such a delicious hunk of meat that she soon started to lose control. After fifteen minutes of kissing, licking and taking the head into her mouth, during which he groaned contentedly, she decided she wanted things a little more deep throat. She grasped his hips and rammed his cock down her throat until her lips were buried in thick, black hair. It might have been a mistake. He growled and grasped the back of her head, holding her tightly in place while he chanted, "Little whore... little whore... little whore."

Air quickly became a problem. I'm gonna die here, she thought, Mum and Gran are gonna come back from their important thing to find me cold and lifeless. She began to sweat and her body to writhe, she pushed at Mountain Man's six pack in a vain attempt to release herself. She was aware her legs were kicking. None of it seemed to have any effect on him. Then, suddenly, she was free and gasping for oxygen. Mountain Man looked down on her, pushed her on her back and stuck two fingers into her cunt.

He vigorously moved them inside her in a curving motion as if he was cleaning the inside of a coffee cup. His thumb ran repeatedly over her clitoris and then a third finger was pushed inside her, and a fourth. He was stretching her. Was this preparation for what was to come? His giant cock.

"Oh oh, sir," Chrissy gasped. "What are you doing? Your thumb feels good on my... ngggggggh."

This was an understatement. Somehow he had managed, by his movements, to trigger an unexpected orgasm. Chrissy threw her head back against the mattress and felt her back arch as the spasms overtook her. She found herself grabbing at the bedclothes. Mountain Man kept his hand inside her and she knew he could feel the muscles in her vagina twitching as she came. Then his thumb was no longer touching her clitoris, which was nice because it had become very sensitive, but was tucked away in the palm of his hand.

As she came down from her ecstasy Mountain Man pushed and, astonishingly, his whole hand slid inside Chrissy. She could feel the flat of his hand filling her cunt and lifted her head to watch. He was kneeling between her legs with his arm poking from her cunt

"Aaargh," she cried, her normal habit of restraining the volume of her sex sounds utterly abandoned in this sensation of being filled to the brim. "Oh god, sir," she screamed. "What are you doing?"

"Fistin'," he grunted.

"What's that?" she managed to ask before all she could do was scream.

She felt his hand turning inside her. Turning, turning, stretching her beyond belief. Then she felt his fingers curl into a fist. The pressure was over a slightly smaller area, but was distinctly increased. Then, like some sort of diabolical human steam engine, he moved his arm in and out of her like a piston, pulling back until his fist was dragging at her vaginal entrance, then plunging in until he hit resistance and could go no further. He got faster and faster.

Chrissy screamed and screamed and screamed.

"A fith-fath," explained Fenella, "Is a charm, but a powerful one. It causes the victim, or victims, to become fascinated. But I cannot command its more powerful aspects. Only a very powerful witch, or other entity, can do more."

Debs glanced over at Coventina. The goddess nodded, her strange eyes wide and dangerous.

"The fith-fath can transform," continued Fenella. "The ancient stories talk of women made into foxes or hares, and of men made into bulls and horses. Each to their nature."

Coventina laughed. It was an alien laugh, completely devoid of humour. She spoke.

"And, at its greatest," the goddess hissed, "The fith-fath can move beings to another plane. It seems to me we must entirely remove Anton to somewhere where even your... police... with their... forensics... will not find him."

She'd said the words police and forensics in the same way I might say magic, thought Debs. Knows the word because all the minds around her know it, but doesn't understand what it actually is.

They had arrived at the Stone Circle and Coventina took up position in the centre of the grass. With a series of sinuous gestures she pulled at the shafts of moonlight and wove them until she had a cat's-cradle on her hands. It was an astonishing sight watching her take beams of light and hold them as if they had substance. Then, with a powerful series of stabbing moves she tied the beams to each of the stones in turn. She then stood in the middle of the unearthly net and wove them a second time into a more complex pattern. Then she paused.

"Deborah," she hissed. "I need your memories. Only you here tonight have lain with all those we wish to ensnare."

Debs walked forward, worried that she might damage the delicate web of light. But it moved and twisted to let her through, returning into place after she had passed. Coventina was holding all the threads in one hand now and reached out with the other. Debs rather expected this to be like her mother's probing, a hand to the forehead, but she was mistaken. Coventina pushed her hand down the front of Debs' jeans and inside her knickers to end up with her palm resting on her clit, and her fingers between her labial lips.

I'm being frigged by a goddess, Debs thought. Then thought was impossible as Coventina took her through her sexual exploits with Anton and his men, from the point of view of her sex organs. Her mind turned inwards, the circle and woods vanished, and she was utterly unaware of anything other than the feeling of thrusts and the mind blowing orgasms she had experienced. The pleasure washed over her and she could remember every different penis as clearly as if it had happened an hour ago.

After what seemed like a day, but can only have been a few minutes, Debs became aware of her surroundings again, "Wow!" she gasped.

"I have it now!" cried Coventina with a voice like thunder. "Fith-fath... be made!"

The strands of moonlight glowed bright and were released from the stones to coalesce into the form of a girl. She was utterly naked and looked very vulnerable, with impossibly large eyes in a cute and rounded face. Her breasts were small and pert. Her pudenda was hairless and was leaking vaginal fluid. Debs had never seen a figure more designed to entice a man who liked them young and inexperienced.

"She is empty," said Coventina, her voice back to a watery hiss. "She must be filled. Fenella, make the link, and go do your duty."

Fenella walked up to the girl and kissed her full on the lips. To Debs' surprise there was no reaction. The girl might as well have been a dummy in a shop for displaying clothes.

"I don't understand," said Debs turning to Coventina, but the goddess had gone.

"She hates being out of water too long," said Fenella. "I'll explain the next stage on the way home."

"We can't just leave... her... there," protested Debs, pointing at the motionless girl. "What if some youths come across her? She's bloody sexy. And she's naked. They'll not be able to resist."

"It isn't a girl, you know," replied her mother. "It's not a person, it's a thing, a charm, and nobody will notice it here, I promise you."

"Oh," said Debs. "She looks so real."

"Yes, well, the bait for a trap has to look appetising."

Chrissy found it very hard to work out how long Mountain Man had been fisting her, but it must have been at least fifteen minutes. She'd cum twice during that time, the second occasion had been particularly strong because Mountain Man had held his fist still within her and used two fingers of his other hand to vigorously rub both sides of her clit. The effect was intense and she had kicked uncontrollably and shouted out her pleasure. It took a couple of minutes to come around.

Now Mountain Man was lying on the bed, slightly propped up on the pillows, with his cock pointing skywards. He patted the bedclothes by his side and Chrissy lay down only to be steered until her head was poised over his cock.

"Best learn to do as you're told, lass," said Mountain Man. The longest sentence he'd spoken to her so far.

She opened her mouth and he ran his fingers through her hair, then grabbed a bunch and, using it like a handle, pushed her mouth over his cock. Then he gently lifted and lowered her head in a slow rhythm. This time there was no attempt to cut off her breathing, but he didn't stop after two minutes, or five, or ten. On and on he went, sighing contentedly, using her mouth to pleasure his cock, with little regard to what she might want to do.

From time to time he made a comment. "Good little whore," and "That's the trick," and "Just take it," were his favourites. But then his mood changed. Chrissy could feel the tension in his hand, he was about to do something new.

Something new turned out to be him saying, "Now, little girl. You ride The Slide."

"The Slide?" asked Chrissy, hearing the capital letters quite clearly.

"Yep," said Mountain Man. He remained on his back, partly propped up against the pillows and lifted his knees. "Sit on 'em!" he commanded.

Chrissy did as she was told and perched on top of his knees. He made some adjustments to her position then grabbed his dick and pushed it away from his six-pack until the head was lined up with Chrissy's cunt. It took some effort, he was very erect. Then there were little adjustments again as he grabbed her legs.

"Slide, little bitch!", he snarled.

Chrissy did as she was told, sliding down his legs towards the dark mass of his pubic hair. The action impaled her onto his cock in a single swift movement and she gasped her joy as his fat cock was rammed deep into her.

"Up to the top!" he snarled.

She put her hands onto his knees and lifted herself back up. his cock felt so good inside her that she made sure she didn't go too far and lose it.

"Again!" he demanded. This time he helped with his hands, dragging her down his cock until she bumped her clit as she reached the bottom. Then, like a child in a playground who has learned the joys of the little slide, Chrissy did it again and again.

"Wheeee... uh!" she shouted as she explored his length.

"Okay, now we go for the rough stuff!" he announced.

Chrissy was currently at the bottom of The Slide and found herself being lifted off his cock and thrown to lay face down on the bed. Mountain Man roughly spread her legs with both hands until she was Y shaped, gave her crack a bit of a probe, and then drove his cock back into her cunt, hard. He held her arms tight just above the elbow and pounded and, as each thrust went in, he also pushed down on her with his hands. The effect was to slap her upper body onto the bed, crushing her breasts against the sheets and bouncing her head. After a dozen of these she was feeling light headed. The penetration was brutal and she started to moan with each thrust.

"Urgh... urgh... urgh... urgh," she gasped. "I can't... I can't... I can't..." What she wanted to say was that she couldn't think properly. But, because she couldn't think properly, the words wouldn't come out.

"Fucking take it," he replied, continuing to thrust and slam her onto the bed. And that was the end of conversation for a while. After forever he ejaculated, a large quantity of cum deep inside her and which she thought might also have spilled out onto the bed. He pulled out and she could tell from the sensation that his cock was covered in the stuff. Perhaps, she thought, he's gonna ask me to lick it off his limp dick.

He didn't, and his dick wasn't limp. He simply shifted his position slightly and pressed hard with a now well lubricated cock on her anus.

"What are you doing?" Chrissy asked, fearing she knew exactly what he was about to do. "Oh no," she said in a tremulous voice, "I've never had a cock in there before." This time the tears were not crocodile ones. "Please don't... ayeeeeee!!!"

Chrissy screamed and screamed and screamed.

Georgina bounced on Sanka's cock. She'd never felt so full and he seemed insatiable. She was reduced to those sort of animal noises that could be made with a wide open mouth.

Then Sanka grunted in pleasure and pumped hot sperm into Georgina's bowel. When the big man pulled out Georgina was left with a gaping anus and a trickle of cum down her rubber covered leg. Jintara rushed in to suck the excess cum from her master's cock, licking and lapping at it until it was clean and shiny.

"Jintara do The Bitch," said Sanka.

Jintara immediately got into her hands and knees and Georgina felt the ropes being released from her raised foot, and then her arms. She staggered slightly.

"Kneel," said Sanka, pushing Georgina to her knees behind Jintara. The little Asian woman was using a finger to draw lubrication from her cunt and spread it around her crack. Georgina got on her hands and knees and Sanka steered the sissy's penis into his wife's welcoming vagina.

"Aaah caaa daaa thaaa," said Georgina. She was trying to say that she couldn't fuck a woman now. That Anton, through the Clinic, had made it very clear she was for the use of men, taking it or giving it. Sanka took no notice and Georgina's cock slid inside a deliciously warm cunt. Jintara gave a squeak, an unusual sound. Georgina, when she was George, had been very inexperienced. No knowledge that different cultures made different sounds during sex and that the Asian peoples often made squeaks of passion with their eyes screwed tight shut and a look of apparent pain on their faces. Passion comes in many forms, Georgina thought, and - golly - I am fucking a woman.

Technically at this point it was Sanka who was doing the fucking. Georgina was just the instrument. The black man had tucked his fingers under the belt of Georgina's costume at the back and pushed and pulled to ram Georgina's cock into his wife. But, after a dozen strokes, Georgina got the message and began to apply herself and he removed his hand. My goodness, Georgina thought, I can do this. I can fuck a woman. I must let Debs know when I get home, she'll be ever so pleased. Jintara looked back over her shoulder at Georgina, all doe eyes and slack mouth, then Sanka growled and his little wife turned away to keep looking forwards and making her whimpering sounds. Clearly, taking too much pleasure in being fucked by a sissy, and lookoing her in the eyes, was not part of the scenario.

Georgina started to get quite excited and believed that soon she would cum. The first time she'd have cum in a woman for weeks. She couldn't say this but tried, by sounds through her open mouth, to let Jintara know how close she was. But it was not to be. As soon as Sanka noticed the sounds of a sissy about to ejaculate he dragged Georgina from his wife. The timing was perfect. Georgina was left with her cock quivering, on the cusp of orgasm, and she groaned with disappointment.

Then Sanka grabbed her head and pushed his cock through the mouth device. It went in smoothly, the plastic mouth spreader allowing easy access, and denying Georgina any say in the event. Sanka put his hands both sides of Georgina's head, the rubber giving excellent grip, and started to plunge away into his slave's throat. Georgina was used to some contact with her head when she was fellating a man's cock. Some, like Monty, gently caressed her head as she worked. Stroked her hair and followed his movements as an expression of joy. Others tangled their fingers into her hair and wanted to set the pace and depth. This was a whole level of control higher. Sanka had his hands on her head, thumbs locked under her cheek bones, palms across her jaw, and his fingers clasped around the back. He was not so much fucking her mouth as fucking her whole skull.

Georgina's mouth filled with saliva and she enjoyed the cock, particularly when the head of his cock with its prominent ridge ran across her tongue. But Sanka was very rough. Georgina felt battered and light headed but she wanted to show willing. She discovered she was able to grasp Sanka's buttocks with her rubber mittens and pulled at him, encouraging his thrusting. Surprisingly this seemed to annoy Sanka who brutally knocked her arms away. It seemed he preferred her arms to wave uselessly in the air. Then he began to grunt, gave a mighty roar, and ejaculated. Georgina felt his cock pulse in her throat and swallowed.

Once he had finished he withdrew and pulled Georgina to a wooden X on the wall. There he fastened her wrists to the upper parts of the X and waved at a device on the mat. Jintara, obediently, picked it up.

"Drain her," he commanded, and Jintara spun around and ran to comply. While his wife worked on Georgina's cock, Sanka tied straps around Georgina's ankles, holding her legs wide in the X frame.

The device Jintara was applying was some sort of collection machine. A sheath made from clear plastic fitted over the head of Georgina's cock, with a rubber ring to make a snug seal behind the head. From the sheath a tube led to a glass jar on the floor. There was a pump of some kind on top of the jar. Extending from the sheath was a plastic thing like many fingers that clasped around her cock and it had wires that touched her scrotum. It looked to Georgina very alien, like having a face-hugger on your cock. Jintara expertly applied all the elements and then switched it on. The pump created a gentle suction, and the thing on her cock started to massage Georgina. The legs moved and the fine wires tickled her scrotum. The sensations were wonderful and, because her excitement had not settled down much from her fucking of Jintara, she came almost immediately. Her first ejaculation for two days.

"Goooo goooo goooo," howled Georgina as her sperm was sucked away down the tube and into the glass jar. Spurt by spurt it passed, making the tube dance a little with each movement of the precious seed. The feeling was marvellous and Georgina waited for Jintara to remove it. But she didn't. Neither did she turn it off. The machine, very efficiently, continued to stimulate Georgina. Sanka had drawn up the step stool and was sitting watching Georgina closely. He had an evil grin on his face as Jinjtara, once again, cleaned his cock with her tongue.

"Let's see your endurance," he grinned.

It was pleasant, thought Georgina, as the thin wires, almost feather-like, tickled her while the thing massaged the shaft of her cock better than any hand. But there was an inevitable outcome to this, and that was that she was going to put more cum in that jar. For twenty years he'd been a one-cum man, with few exceptions. And most of those exceptions had been in the last few weeks working for Anton. Tonight it was obvious that he, now she, wasn't going to be allowed to just cum once.

Sanka waved at Jintara and patted his lap. She obediently stopped licking his cock, clambered onto the stool, and sat on his knees with her back to him. Then he lifted her up and lowered her onto his cock. That's never going to fit in such a petite woman, Georgina thought, watching as Jintara wriggled and squirmed as the tower of flesh entered her. Her big, beautiful eyes, deep brown limpid pools became very wide, then were screwed tightly shut as the flesh pole impaled her. Finally she opened them again and studied Georgina calmly, with an inscrutable smile on her face.

Georgina was struggling as another orgasm approached but the machine could not be argued with and then she was thrusting forward with her hips and arching her back as the device pumped another load from her. You can take it off now, she thought, not daring to even try to express the wish out loud. Though she was aware that any attempt to talk would just sound like the hooting of an animal. Sanka and Jintara, didn't move, except to caress each other.

It took a lot longer for the machine to bring Georgina off for the third time and by the time it did she was trembling and sweating profusely with the effort. Her body twisted and strained against the straps as she arched her back, pushing her cock forwards. There can't be any more in my testicles, she thought, but she was wrong. This time the ejaculation was more pain than pleasure and she cried out in her helplessness.

"Noooo noooo noooo NOOOO!!"

Sanka and Jintara were now fucking. Sanka lifting and lowering his wife on his cock, making her cry out with desire. She was taking the full length of his member and shuddering as it plunged into her. There was no hastiness in the couple, it was almost tantric in nature, they were prepared to take it steady and wring every bit of pleasure from the act. But that left Georgina under the power of the machine. Perhaps the batteries will run down soon, she thought. Perhaps it will stop of its own accord. Oh please, make it stop. Oh, oh, dear God I think I'm cumming again.

The fourth orgasm was accompanied by a small amount of cum that the machine sucked away into the jar. And a pleasure pain that wracked Georgina's body so that she began to cry. I must look a mess, she thought, my mascara will have run down my face with all these tears. What she actually said was just a long, drawn out scream as she rattled the restraints, twisting and writhing.

The fifth orgasm was dry, her cock pulsed and jerked and her testicles danced under her, but she couldn't feel any ejaculate. Her balls ached and the pleasure pain of the last two ejaculations had now become the pain pleasure. Then pure pain. The demonic little device continued and showed no signs of stopping even though Georgina was now, in desperation, trying to somehow magic it into failing. To stop it with just the power of her mind. It didn't work.

Sanka smiled, a wicked grin, "Six hour battery life," he leered, reading her mind. "I will take it off in a while, when you've cum a few more times, and then we will have some more fun. The evening has just got started."

As they walked home Fenella told Debs what had to happen next. The fith-fath must be linked to each of the victims and that could be made to happen by Fenella taking sperm from each of the men and passing it on to become part of the charm. Then, when they saw it, they would be unable to resist, and when they were all touching it...

Fenella left this final effect unsaid but assured Debs that it would be suitable justice for what has been done to them. And that her family would then be free.

When they arrived back in the house Mountain Man was striding around the bedroom, with Chrissy in his arms, ramming her down repeatedly onto his cock. Chrissy was now so tired she barely had the strength to move her arms and legs so they dangled limp, waving around in response to his movements. Her eyes were so far up into her skull that only the whites showed, and her head rolled from side to side against his hairy chest, mouth open and slack, tongue lolling. She had been screaming for an hour now and her throat was sore with it.

"How do we get Anton and his heavies to comply with the plan?" asked Debs, trying to ignore her daughter's screams.

"At a civilised hour," replied Fenella, "We talk to Anton. Do you have a way to ask him to come here?"

"Well not really," replied Debs. "I can't send him messages. I can only do what the pager says. Unless I press the letter Y and the question mark. But that just means I'm asking for more work. He's always kept me very busy so I've not pressed that yet."

"Hmmm," muttered Fenella. "Let me have a think. In the meantime I think it's time for Mountain Man to get some sleep."

She waved her hands and silence descended on the house. No more screaming from Chrissy and a feeling of warmth and safety flowed over Debs. She settled down on the sofa, curled up, and slept.

Next morning Georgina came down to breakfast looking utterly shattered. She'd arrived back in the early hours but hadn't woken anybody, just crept quietly up to her room. There were parts of the night she definitely didn't want to have to talk about, including being made to drink the entire contents of the jar of her own sperm.

Chrissy looked equally shattered but at least Mountain Man had declared that he had an important meeting and couldn't stay for a breakfast fuck. He was already gone, grabbing a slice of toast to eat on the way. It turned out he was something called a Hedge Fund Manager and not a lumberjack after all.

At nine o'clock Fenella turned to Debs.

"Deborah," she said, poimnting at the pager. "That device, does it connect you directly to Anton?"

"I think so."

"Then put it on my hand and press those buttons that ask for more work, please."

"Okay."

"It means you will have to subject yourself to something of Anton's devising, possibly something evil, but I need you out of the house, and him and his men in it. So I'm going to use this device, and a calling spell, to force him here."

The buttons were pressed and the pager responded with...

Stay in the house. I will be there within the hour.

When Anton arrived Debs let him in and immediately introduced Fenella.

"Er... Anton," she said. "This is my mother, Fenella, she's staying with us for a few days."

"Pleased to meet you," he replied, looking her up and down. She might be an older woman, he thought, but she's the most elegant grandmother I've seen in a long time.

"My daughter says you are a most... virile... man," said Fenella. "You... and your lieutenants."

"Did she?" he replied, looking at Debs. It wasn't often his workers were so willing to let family members know what he forced them to do. She really is getting to be a slut, he thought. The corruption is happening quicker than I estimated. That opens up a lot of special work for her to do and, once I get her used to being abused and hurt, we can perhaps end her in a few months time with a snuff movie. That'll bring in a shedload of cash and, by then, the other two will be my willing slaves. Her daughter can take over servicing the overnight clients. I think she'll quickly get a taste for it.

Fenella gently pushed her body up against Anton and kissed his cheek. She could feel his plans for Deborah and Chrissy, not the details, just the intent, and it made her blood boil but she had to stay calm.

"I was thinking... I'm only here for a day or so... but I wondered if you and your men were able to give me a demonstration. I'm rather lonely up in Scotland," she said, pausing to look up with an expression of desperation. "I've not had a good man for a long time," she lied.

There's nothing in my schedule that can't be cancelled, Anton thought. Sounds like fun. She is strangely attractive, despite her age. I'll get the guys together. Let's give her a taste of hard cock she'll not forget for a very long time.

"I have to take Debbie, to do some special work at my other business, The Red Brothel," he explained. "But I will return this afternoon with my men. If you think you can handle us."

"Oh yes," purred Fenella. "I'm sure I can handle you and your oh-so-virile men."

It was agreed and Debs put on her coat and followed Anton to the limo.

Pager Update : The Fith-Fath's been created, but must be filled. Fenella has invited Anton and his Men to have sex with her. Debs is doing a shift at the Red Brothel. : Update Ends