Guardian Girl (The Chronicles of Staffordshire) (47 page)

“The neighbors over the hill…? In the indoor pool…? Just because he’d never fucked a supermodel…?”

“Oh… And I almost forgot… I got really excited and I gave Rory a nice blow job in the back of the limousine on the way here. OH YEAH! Then he ate my pussy before I got out. So I guess that makes…”

“Thirteen,” said Lena, head shaking slowly side to side.

Lenore ran the calculations across her fingers again and concurred. “Yes, I think that’s right. Thirteen times.”

“In three days…”

“Yes, dear. Three wonderful, glorious, orgasmic days!”

Lenore looked at Lena’s face and became concerned. “What’s wrong, Wild Child? You look as if you have seen a ghost.”

“Lenore… Sweetie… How do I put this…? You just told me how you went for a ‘brief’ trip to Rory’s estate, you started the whole thing by getting finger-fucked by the chauffeur, he blew his load into your mouth –– which, by the way, you swallowed - EEW! - you got the leftovers licked off your face by Rory’s assistant Sonia, humped your new assistant Marla with a double-headed strap-on in the dungeon – a FULLY-STOCKED DUNGEON, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE! – got fucked by Rory in the dungeon, took a quick, naked nap with Rory and Marla, had a nice, elegant dinner with Marla and Declan, then fucked Declan on the dining room table while Rory fucked BOTH your assistants right next to you — and how does that man have so much cum in him? — swapped with the upstairs maid’s husband for the night, got fucked by the chef the next morning before breakfast, had a staff orgy in the fantasy hotel swimming pool in the
basement
the next afternoon, took a naked walk around the house just for fun, then went over to the garage and gave the new chauffeur AND the gardener blow jobs on the hood of Rory’s Jag AT THE SAME TIME – which, by the way, is COMPLETELY beyond my comprehension! — had a pick up game with the 'lovely’ couple next door whose last name you did not catch, got fucked by the maid’s husband in the pool, got dildo-humped by the maid in the linen closet - AND I LOST COUNT OF THE OTHER TIMES! And now you want to know why I look like I’ve seen a ghost?

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?”

Looking up to the ceiling and tapping her chin, Lenore recalculated. “Actually, dear, I think it was more like 15 or 16 times now that I think about it. If you’re going to count blow jobs…”

“LENORE! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON AT THAT PLACE? It sounds like the Playboy mansion gone completely around the bend! How in the
hell
do you have sex fifteen…”

“…or sixteen…”

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHH! …Or SIXTEEN times in THREE days and NOT come home with the sorest pussy in the whole wide world?”

Lenore perked up. “OH! Lena, you’d be
amazed
at all the wonderful lubes and salves they have up there that help to rejuvenate an active pussy. They add this special soapy stuff to the hot tub and it supposedly…”

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”

Lena jumped from the chair, ran over, and pounced on Lenore, grabbing her by the face and shouting.

“LENORE! You’re in love with the owner of an ORGY factory! You’re thinking about marrying a fucking orgy factory, emphasis on the word
fucking
! Are you
insane,
Lenore? Do you even realize what you’re getting yourself into?”

Lenore laughed dismissively. “Don’t be silly, Wild Child. Of
course
I know what I’m getting into. Once Rory marries me I'll be the new Mistress of Staffordshire.”

“THE WHAT?! WHAT THE HELL?! LENORE! ARE YOU INSANE? A MISTRESS? LIKE A WHIPS AND CHAINS, LEATHER GOODS-WEARING, DOMINATRIX TYPE MISTRESS? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?”

“Lena, darling, I think they can hear you across the street.”

Lena crumpled to the floor at Lenore’s feet. “Oh my God! Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod! Lenore! You have NO idea what you’re getting yourself into. OR ME, you big dummy! Do you have ANY idea what being a Mistress involves?”

“Of course, dear. Rory had me be one for my new assistant.”

Lena knelt at the feet of the “she has no clue” Mistress in the making. She put her hands on Lenore’s legs, rubbing them gently. “Sweetie… It’s not just slap and tickle when you’re a Mistress. It's
hard core
! Based on what you just told me, these guys don’t play kiddie games! They’re fucking everything that moves and they think
you
are about to be their new ‘Head Horny Hottie!’ Rory probably expects you to tie him up and whack him around a few times.”

“Oh we already did that, dear. Rory had me verbally humiliate him and spank him with my riding crop the night before I left. He got
really
excited when I made him get on his hands and knees and lick my shoes…”

“YOU DID WHAT?”

“I spanked him with my Mistress riding crop and made him lick my shoes. By the way… Did I tell you I positively LOVE my new riding crop! It’s just like the one I had when I was a little girl...”

Lena closed her eyes and raised her hand, stopping Lenore mid-sentence.

“Lena…? Is everything alright?”

Lena stood, walked to the wall by the bedroom, took down a still life painting of two oranges, a lemon, and a lime, and hammered her head against the plasterboard. Lenore jumped up and ran over, grabbing the Wild Child and spinning her away from the wall.

“LENA! What is wrong? What are you doing?”

“This has to be a dream, right? I mean… This was all a joke. You really didn’t have sex fifteen…”

“…it was more like sixteen times, dear…”

“…OR SIXTEEN times in three days! PLEASE tell me Rory didn’t have you say mean things to him, whip him with a riding crop, and make him lick your shoes. PLEASE tell me, Lenore. I mean… WOW! Please! This is a joke, right?”

Stroking Lena’s face with her fingertips, Lenore sought to ease the Wild Child’s fears. “You know what, Lena… You seem a little upset and confused. Come with me. Just come into the bedroom with me and lie down. The Mistress has something that will help make it all better.”

In the middle of her meltdown, the “M” word slipped by Lena’s ears nearly unnoticed.

Only at first.

“Wait… What? What did you just call yourself?”

“Oh… Nothing. It’s nothing. Just come with me, Wild Child. I have something in the bedroom that will make it all better.” Lenore led Lena by the hand and had her lie in the middle of their king sized bed. She sat for a moment and gently stroked the Wild Child’s hair.

“You know what, Lena? You just lie here for a little while. I have something that will help make it all better. Rory thought you might have some questions. So he told me where to buy you a special gift that will help you understand.”

Lenore returned to the bags and lifted several from the floor to her dresser. She opened each and peeked inside. She rummaged through a bag with a picture of a studded dog collar on it.

“I know I put them in here… Somewhere. AH! Here they are!” Lenore proudly produced a large, black box with a black satin bow. “Lena, once you see these, I know you’ll just love them. I have a matching set at Staffordshire and the staff just
love
it when I put these on them.”

Lenore opened the box to reveal a set of four, black leather, fur-lined, manacles, complete with miniature padlocks and keys.

It took a moment for Lena’s mind to process the image of the manacles, then a shriek of terror rolled its way up and out her throat. “LENORE! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? WHAT ARE THOSE?”

Appearing confused, Lenore behaved as if Lena rejected one of the greatest gifts of her life. “Why… they’re just… restraint cuffs, dear. That’s all. Why? What’s wrong?”

“WHO ARE THEY FOR?!”

“Why
you
, silly! The Mistress would be happy to put them on you and show you how they help make sex more fun.”

“Lenore! Who the hell are you talking about? Who is The Mistress?”

“Why me, of course. I mean… I am not an
official
Mistress just yet. That will happen after I marry Rory. But I thought I would start trying out the title just to see how it feels.”

“LENORE! NO! I’m not putting on those goddamned… Those… THINGS! NO WAY!”

Lenore took out one of the cuffs and opened it, trying to slip it on Lena’s wrist. Lena leapt from the bed and assumed a defensive stance, fists raised in a style Iron Mike once taught her during a photo shoot for SI.

“Don’t you DARE put those goddamned things on me, Lenore! Do you hear me? If you even
try
I’ll smack you hard!”

“But Lena… I got them for you as a gift. I thought you would like them. Don’t they look adorable?”

“WHAT? ADORABLE? LENORE! They’re for tying people up and whacking them around! What the hell is wrong with you?”

Lenore pouted and put the cuffs back in the box. “I only thought they would be fun to try. I didn’t mean any harm…”

Lena knew the look. The look of rejection. The look that said, “You rejected my gift, so you rejected me.”
“Oh my God! She’s doing it! She’s pulling out a supermodel pout!”

“Lenore… Let me make this clear… I’m
not
rejecting you. I’m just not… I mean… Lenore… I can't do this! I can’t put those things on. I can’t let you tie me down. No way. I’ll freak out. I can't do it. I’m… Claustrophobic! That’s it! I’m afraid of claustrophobes. I can’t do the tying down thing.”

“Pleeeeze, Lena. It won’t hurt. I promise!”

“NO, Lenore! Not a chance! Find another patsy!”

“But Leeee-na… PLEEEEZE! I promise. I won’t hurt you. I just want to see what you look like in them.”

Lena reached out and whacked Lenore across the shoulder, quickly resuming her defensive stance. “NO! If
you
want to try them on, be my guest. But I am NOT putting myself in those things. NO WAY!”

“Wait a minute… You mean… If I put them on you’ll play with me?”

“Play? What the hell? Did you just say, ‘play’ with you? You think this is ‘play’ stuff?”

“Well… Yes. Rory called them toys. That’s what all of the staff call these things up at the estate. They’re just toys. Just like our dildos and vibrators and Ben-Wa balls. It’s all just for play.”

“Good God, Lenore! You really can’t be that naïve!”

“Well… Nobody got hurt. I didn’t spank them hard. I just made them beg for mercy. They seemed to like it.”

“Lenore… Did you ever think that maybe the reason they like it is because Rory pays them a
ton
of money to put up with it?”

“No, Lena! That’s not it! You have to meet them! They all seem like sweet people. They all seemed to enjoy it when I locked them up. They kept asking for me to spank them, or whip them, or poke them, or slap them. They really seemed to like it. At least I don't think they were doing it because they were well paid…”

“I’ll tell you what, Lenore. You want to put those goddamn things on yourself, go right ahead. I’ll tie you up to your heart's content. But I’m not wearing them. No way, Freaky!”

Lenore clapped her hands gleefully, jumping up and down with delight. “Really? REALLY? You’ll tie me to the bed?”

Eyes widening in,
“What the fuck just happened here?”
disbelief, Lena agreed to Lenore’s request. “Uhhh… Sure, Freaky. If you want me to tie you down, I’ll tie you down.”

“Thank you, Wild Child! Help me put them on!”

Thirty Two

Lena fumbled and fussed with the “gift” box. Shocked and befuddled, she removed each cuff and laid it on the bed, four pretty little torture devices all in a row. Something was missing.

“Hey… Lenore… How do you actually connect these things? It looks like they have hooks and stuff, but I don’t see any ropes.”

Lenore scrambled to her shopping bags atop her stripper shoes, her curvaceous, tight, model-ready fanny jiggling tauntingly as she bent over to find the missing links. “I know they are in here somewhere… These are wonderful! You can use them on any bed anywhere!”

Lenore popped up and turned around, smiling with delight, holding a large, heavy, canvas bag full of jangly, chainy-sounding stuff. She slunk back to the Wild Child and dropped the bag into Lena’s waiting hands. The heavy metal passed right through Lena’s fingers, dropping quickly to the floor with a thud. She looked down and saw a pile of chains and ratchets.

Thinking her eyes could not handle more widening, an even more wide-eyed, terrified Wild Child looked back up into the naive, yearning eyes of the Freaky Baby.

“Yer kidding, right?”

“About what? What’s wrong? Won’t they work? The man at the store said they would attach perfectly to a four post bed.” Lenore pointed over her shoulder to their love nest. “We have a big four post bed, so I thought they would work. Won’t they work?”

“Lenore… Sweetie… They’ll work. The question is, WHY? Just
look
at this shit, Lenore!”