Destroying Angel (25 page)

‘You’re losing me a bit,’ MacNaughton halted her.

‘Sorry.’ Susan paused, allowing him time to catch up with her. ‘You see, Ruddock needed the fire to look like another Fire Ghost attack, and there hadn’t been one for a while. He may also have wanted to get some practice and ensure that the details of his own warehouse fire didn’t stand out from those of the other attacks. Therefore he burnt down the World of Pine first, throwing the petrol bomb from his boat on the Lee Valley canal. They then bought the brandy and were ready to do their own warehouse when Paulette and I went to Annabella. Our visit may have spooked them – or they may have been intending to burn the warehouse that night, anyway.

‘In any case, they moved the pallet of brandy that Sunday, and Ruddock attacked that night, using the same petrol bomb technique from the Grand Union Canal. The canal is too wide for a bomb to be thrown accurately from the far side, which made me think a boat must have been used. The boat also allowed Ruddock to retreat without being seen. It struck me that the genuine Fire Ghost was unlikely to be able to afford a boat, nor to do his attacks in such quick succession. The police psychologist, Dr Potheroe, agreed with me. They then burnt Crazy Joe’s Carpet Madhouse to complete the sequence of fires in such a way that their own didn’t stand out.’

‘But you say the man they’ve arrested confessed to all seven fires?’ MacNaughton queried.

‘He’s an inadequate, psychotic, pyromaniac, attention-seeking little prat,’ Susan answered. ‘He’s proud of what he’s done. If he can take credit for three fires he didn’t start then all the better. In fact, he probably sees Ruddock as a rival. Not that he knows it’s Ruddock, of course.’

‘Well, my dear,’ MacNaughton said, shaking his head as if to clear it from Susan’s barrage of logic. ‘You can certainly count on the backing of my expert opinion, for what it’s worth. Once the scandal is out I expect the rest of it will become plain soon enough.’

‘Thank you,’ Susan smiled. ‘May I have a glass of something that doesn’t come from de Vergy Fines Wines now, please? My throat is a little dry.’

‘With pleasure. I thought we might try a late-harvested Tokay with this Foie Gras, which I sincerely believe to be free of Destroying Angel or any other impurities.’

‘I sincerely hope so,’ Susan said wryly.

Paulette waited while Oswald MacNaughton served lunch, joining the toast to the imminent imprisonment of de Vergy and Ruddock, but without the same enthusiasm as the others. Philip Ruddock, as far as Paulette was concerned, could be locked away for good. Annabella de Vergy was a different matter. From the way Susan was presenting the case, it looked as if Annabella would be charged with fraud and also as an accessory to arson and murder. She was guilty of fraud, but had hurt only the likes of Emil and his obnoxious friends, and that only in a rather abstract sense. Emil she despised, Annabella she idolised. Punishment from her had been an exquisite experience, delivered with a skill and understanding that was in total contrast to the coarse, selfish sexuality of Emil and his loathsome friends…

‘Tell Oswald about our little adventure at Chez Emil, Paulette,’ Susan said, breaking into her thoughts.

‘I – pardon?’

‘Tell Oswald what we did.’

‘Oh… okay.’ Paulette began, launching into a description that deliberately painted Susan as a wicked, manipulative villain who had forced her to submit to a degrading sexual experience in order to steal the wine and the list. Susan protested occasionally, which only increased Paulette’s determination to denounce her. MacNaughton chuckled now and then, obviously enjoying the story.

‘I trust Susan will not be allowed to get away with this dastardly act of delegation?’ MacNaughton said dramatically when Paulette had finished.

‘She’s my maid every evening for the next week,’ Paulette confirmed. ‘She has to serve me naked and she gets spanked if she’s not up to scratch.’

Susan lowered her eyes and blushed. Watching her friend’s reaction, Paulette felt a sadistic glee.

‘Actually,’ she continued, turning the screw, ‘I think she deserves a punishment more in keeping with her crime.’

‘And I think I would agree with you, my dear,’ MacNaughton said casually, slipping into Paulette’s game without difficulty.

Susan hung her head submissively and pouted.

‘And what would you like to do to her?’

‘I think, my dear Paulette,’ mused MacNaughton, ‘I would like to sample that rather delectable bottom of hers.’

Susan looked up and shook her head. Even Paulette wondered whether it would be wise to expect her to accommodate a thing of such proportions in her rear passage.

‘In my younger days I always found butter to be a most effective aid,’ he continued, answering their unasked question. ‘I have always taken a particular pleasure in the penetration of a pretty female’s bottom, though I freely confess that none have permitted me such delights for quite some years.’

‘I can quite understand that,’ said Paulette.

‘Indeed, being favourably endowed does have its drawbacks,’ he admitted matter-of-factly. ‘Still, by Susan’s own admission she is no virgin there. I’m sure, with a sufficiency of butter, we’ll manage beautifully.’

MacNaughton smiled at them both, and then poured more wine and helped himself to bread and pâté. The sexual tension was maintained as he ate lunch; Paulette had suddenly lost her appetite because of the tantalising prospect of watching her friend being fucked in the arse by such a splendid weapon, and Susan losing hers through uncertain anticipation.

When MacNaughton had finished eating and drinking Susan rose and meekly asked to use the bathroom.

‘Of course, my dear,’ he said, smiling warmly and dabbing his lips with a napkin. ‘You know where it is.’

‘I would imagine she needs to be spanked first?’ he asked Paulette, as Susan’s footsteps faded up the stairs.

‘Oh, definitely,’ Paulette replied. ‘Catch her unawares and slipper her over your knee. She’ll love that!’

‘An excellent suggestion,’ MacNaughton nodded thoughtfully, with the air of one discussing important wine issues with a colleague. ‘Perhaps we should adjourn to the study.’

He picked up the butter dish and Paulette followed him, already imagining MacNaughton’s oversized cock plunging between Susan’s reddened buttocks. They entered the study, an impressive book-lined room. It overlooked the garden, a riot of late summer flowers and assorted trees and shrubs, and beyond, was itself overlooked by the rear windows of neighbouring houses.

‘Oh,’ Paulette clapped her hands together beneath her chin, ‘she’ll love this! It’s just the sort of atmosphere she adores: homely yet severe, like a headmaster’s study.’

‘Indeed,’ MacNaughton agreed. ‘Then I shall fetch a slipper.’

He left the room, leaving Paulette to admire the view from the window. If she knew Susan, the possibility of being seen by someone else would excite her immensely, although it was hardly fair to expect MacNaughton to risk his reputation with the neighbours.

‘I’m ready,’ she heard Susan’s voice, and turned to find her standing in the doorway. She looked pretty and coy in her long summer skirt and white blouse, the picture of an innocent English rose. She was eyeing the butter dish with evident apprehension.

Oswald MacNaughton reappeared behind her. He held a worn bedroom slipper in one hand and an expression of pompous severity on his owl-like face. Without further ado he gripped Susan’s arm and pulled her towards a chair.

‘Hey!’ she protested as he sat down and pulled her over his knees. ‘Hey, no one said anything about this!’

‘It’s no more than you deserve, my dear,’ MacNaughton told her.

Paulette watched with delight as he folded Susan’s skirt up, exposing white panties stretched tight over her mouthwatering bottom. He twisted an arm into the small of her back and tucked the light material beneath it. Then he pulled her panties down, baring her plump white buttocks. She instinctively sighed and raised her hips as the panties reached her knees.

‘Go on, ’ Paulette urged as he held the chosen instrument of punishment aloft.

He brought the slipper down across Susan’s behind with a resonant smack. His victim squealed as her bottom bounced under the impact, trying to get her free hand back to protect herself as the second smack fell. She squeaked again and moved her hand to cover where the slipper had fallen, only for the next strike to fall lower and on the other cheek. Paulette relished Susan’s attempts to protect herself.

For a while MacNaughton played the game of dodging her flailing last line of defence, but suddenly he grabbed and held it into the small of her back, his large hand easily able to clamp both her wrists together, rendering her completely unable to do anything about the spanking. He then began to use the slipper with a will, raining smacks onto Susan’s naked and defenceless rump.

Paulette watched her friend’s cheeks bounce and wobble, occasionally opening to give a glimpse of her pussy or hint at the ruder secrets hidden between her full cheeks. Susan kicked in vain. Her bottom was very red. MacNaughton released her arms and caught her around the waist, raising her bottom into an even more revealing position. He laughed triumphantly as Susan began to beat her fists on his leg and the carpet.

‘What a fuss!’ he declared, a little out of breath. ‘I really have never known a girl make such a fuss over a little spanking. Now, if I took you over my knee in public, I could understand the tantrum. Maybe I should. Maybe I should take you to the High Street and pull your panties down in front of everyone. That would teach you what
real
humiliation is.

‘Or perhaps I should have your skirt up on the Heath. It’ll be very crowded. Imagine how you’ll feel when I take your panties down and spank you in front of everyone.’

‘Oh… yes please,’ Susan purred.

He smiled ruefully and shook his head. ‘Alas, I fear we would attract the attention of your ex-colleagues. And besides, I can wait no longer for my
special
treat.’

‘Oh, God,’ Susan moaned anxiously as MacNaughton slid her to the floor.

He stood up, told her to kneel, and then made her lean over the seat of his vacated chair, dip her back, and lift her hips. ‘Perfection,’ he muttered. ‘Absolute perfection.’ He loosened his tie. ‘Put your hands behind your back, Susan my dear.’

She obeyed, crossing her wrists, and he used his tie to bind them together so there would be no significant struggling while he enjoyed himself. Susan sank lower and rested her flushed cheek on the warm leather seat.

‘Just say if it’s too uncomfortable, my dear,’ MacNaughton said, ‘but I doubt it will be, as I have no intention of rushing such a rare treat.’

Paulette took the butter and knelt beside her friend, almost unable to believe just how gloriously submissive she looked; kneeling in readiness with her eyes closed, he moist lips slightly apart, her wrists bound behind her back, and her raised bottom pink and blotchy from the expertly administered spanking.

Paulette applied a knob of butter, smearing it between Susan’s buttocks. She found Susan’s tight rear entrance, and felt it yield to the gentle pressure of her fingertip. She watched her straightened digit sink slowly inside. Susan moaned a moan of sheer bliss that encouraged Paulette to draw her finger in and out.

Oswald MacNaughton watched with absolute fascination. He could deny himself no longer, and eagerly unbutton his trousers. Paulette gazed hungrily upon his huge erection again as it sprang free. She could not resist it, and without asking permission she knelt up, opened her mouth wide, and sucked the awesome stalk in while continuing to frig Susan’s clutching bottom. Her lips stretched uncomfortably – but she loved it!

‘Enough, my dear,’ MacNaughton said as he gently extricated his cock from her warm wet mouth. ‘Too much more of that and I fear I shall disappoint our little plaything.’ He knelt between Susan’s spread legs and aimed his shaft at her wet pussy. Paulette curled her fingers around its immense girth and guided it in until his belly rested against Susan’s red buttocks.

Susan groaned and bravely dipped her back and pushed back as she was stretched and filled. MacNaughton squeezed his hands between her and the chair, tugged up her top, and gripped her naked breasts as he started to fuck her.

Feverishly shoving a hand between her own thighs to stroke her pussy through the taut cotton of her trousers, Paulette watched Susan being fucked with utter fascination. She looked tiny beneath MacNaughton’s great bulk, a curvaceous nymph, near-naked as she was mounted by a grossly overweight satyr. His hips stabbed with uncompromising shoves, somehow made more deliciously rude because Paulette couldn’t see the actual juncture between cock and vagina. But she knew he was deeply embedded within her friend, and that delicious knowledge fueled her own arousal.

He suddenly pulled back, his erection glistening with Susan’s juices. With fingers and thumbs he prised her buttocks apart. Paulette followed his unspoken directions and pressed the huge purple helmet against Susan’s exposed and lubricated rear entrance. He pushed. Susan moaned as her anus began to dilate. Paulette watched the ring open and stretch, then heard Susan’s grunt as the knob popped in.

‘Slowly,’ Susan gasped between gritted teeth. ‘Gently, gently… oooh, that feels
so
nice.’

Paulette watched the mighty shaft disappear until MacNaughton’s belly curved snugly around Susan’s tender buttocks. He started to rut against her, and Susan grunted in unison with the creaking chair and each aggressive shunt of his broad hips.