Stephanie's Revenge (26 page)

But for all
her coming she still had a need. She opened her eyes to find
Devlin. She moved her head so it was between his knees, his massive
erection above her. Hands were still everywhere, fingers in her
cunt, two fingers, three fingers, she was so wet she could not
tell. Fingers in her arse too and at her breasts. But she knew what
she wanted for her completion. She reached up with her mouth,
sucked Devlin's balls into it. At first she could only ensnare one,
but when he saw what she was doing he knelt lower and her lips
closed on the other. She held them in her mouth, sucking them
gently. A hand felt her body and came to circle Devlin's cock. It
was replaced by a mouth, then the hand again, wanking him more
easily with the wetness from the mouth.

Stephanie
wanted him to come. She wanted to feel his hot spunk on her
breasts, wanted that to be her final orgasm. She knew it would make
her come. It was Jasmina's black hand that wanked him, pulling him
harder, as Venetia worked on Stephanie's cunt. Devlin tensed; his
whole body locked. He fought to keep his eyes open, to look at the
beautiful body lying underneath him, to see Venetia and Jasmina in
the flickering fire, their flawless bodies next to his. But he felt
his spunk rising, felt his eyeballs roll back in his head, and he
cried out as he jetted spunk over Stephanie's breasts.

It seemed it
would never stop. So much. A tiny spot went as far as the black
curls of her pubic hair. As she felt its heat, she came, his balls
slipping from her mouth as she trembled helplessly, her body taking
no commands except from the centre of its pleasure. They held her
tight and waited for the orgasm to die away. It was a long time
before she was completely still.

Stephanie
awoke feeling refreshed and strong. She showered and packed a small
case with everything she needed. Bruno had delivered a list of
things from the cellars last night. She checked them all carefully
before packing them in the case.

Downstairs,
Venetia and Jasmina were already sitting with Devlin, having
breakfast. The terrace was a little too cold in the morning now;
the sun was much lower in the sky and was still wet with dew.
Stephanie had coffee and orange juice and was delighted to find she
did not want to eat more than half a croissant.

It had been
decided that Devlin should stay at the castle just in case Gianni
should phone, and to avoid the slim, admittedly very slim, chance
that he'd be seen by Gianni in Rome. He was vehemently opposed to
the idea of them going alone, until they had pointed out that with
three of them in a place as public as a hotel there was really very
little that Gianni could do. Though not entirely convinced, he
agreed. Certainly, if Gianni rang the castle and discovered Devlin
was not there he might get suspicious, and that was the last thing
they wanted.

Two hours
later they were in the plane to Rome. The Rolls Royce met them at
the airport and took them to the Excelsior, taking Jasmina on to
her flat to pick up the equipment she needed. By five o'clock she
was back, and everything was prepared. The trap was set.

Stephanie
dressed carefully for the rendezvous. She wore white: an
under-wired white bra, in silk and lace, that pushed her breasts up
into a firm cleavage, a suspender belt that was a thick panel of
lace, with thin satin suspenders clipped into white stockings, and
a pair of lacy French knickers. Her dark pubic bush was clearly
visible under the thin knickers. She wore a white dress too, its
skirt short enough to show a flash of stockings if she crossed her
legs, the material just thin enough to give a faint suggestion of
what she was wearing underneath.

At seven, the
phone rang. Stephanie's heart almost stopped when she heard
Gianni's voice.

'Stephanie?'
it said.

'Yes,
Gianni?'

'You are
there?'

'Of
course.'

'Just
checking.'

'Gianni, don't
you trust me?' she said, in a mocking tone.

'No. You have
to teach me to trust you.'

'Gianni, I'm
so hot. I've been in this suite, thinking about what you're going
to do to me when you get here. You are coming, aren't you, Gianni?
I'm so hot for you.' She hoped she wasn't being too obvious. She
tried her best to make it sound convincing.

'I'll be
there.' Apparently it was not obvious to him.

'I can't
wait,' she said, managing to sound breathless, her voice fogged
with passion.

The three
women were together in the sitting room of the suite.

'What was all
that about?' Venetia asked, having heard only one end of the
conversation.

'He's still
suspicious.'

'As long as he
is still coming,' Jasmina said.

'He's
coming.'

Sooner than
they thought. Exactly four minutes later, there was a knock on the
outer door of the suite. Stephanie knew immediately who it was.
Gianni had called her from the lobby. He had come early as a
precaution. If she was planning something at eight, when they'd
arranged to meet, he might catch her out by arriving at seven. He
didn't.

'Gianni!'
Stephanie said with mock surprise. Behind her, Jasmina and Venetia
retreated into the bedroom. 'You're early.'

'You said you
couldn't wait.'

'So come
in.'

He looked
nervous. As he entered the sitting room his eyes searched every
corner.

'Drink?'
Stephanie offered.

'Scotch.'

The hotel
mini-bar yielded a miniature of Johnnie Walker. She poured it into
a tumbler for him. She opened a bottle of champagne for herself
with no intention of drinking it, not yet at least.

'I'm
disappointed,' she said.

'Why?'

'No whip.
Where's your whip, Gianni? Aren't you going to punish me?'

'Business
first.'

'OK.'

'You meant
what you say on the phone?'

Stephanie sat
down and crossed her legs. The white welt of the stocking came into
view under the skirt. Above the stocking, the white made her flesh
seem very tanned.

'Yes,' she
said, in a businesslike tone. 'We have to find the right place. It
has to be remote. We don't want the neighbours complaining about
the screams, do we?'

'I think I
know a place.'

'Good. I'll
need to recruit some girls to start with, and some men. Once we get
started we do what Devlin does. How many people do you have working
in your companies?'

'Two or three
hundred.'

'So anyone
caught up to no good is given a choice. The police, or our little
hideaway.'

'Yes, very
good.' Gianni was thinking aloud.

'And,'
Stephanie continued, 'I've persuaded Venetia to join us. You
remember Venetia? She can look after the women guests like your
friend...'

'Gina.'

'Was that her
name?'

'Venetia. She
was very beautiful, yes?'

'Yes. And I
have another beauty. Our first recruit. You want to see?'

'Yes,' Gianni
said hesitantly. He had not relaxed. He was still on his guard.

Stephanie got
up, the skirt falling back over the tantalising glimpse of stocking
that she had seen Gianni's eyes light on during the conversation.
She went to the bedroom door and opened it, then came back and sat
down, this time next to Gianni.

'I thought you
should have a little foretaste of what I'm capable of,' she
whispered in his ear. 'Of course, you're early. They may not be
quite ready.' She bit his ear, then put her tongue into the hollow
curl of flesh. She felt him shudder. At the same time, she slipped
her hand into his lap and groped for his cock. Gianni ran his hand
up under her skirt, feeling the sheen of the nylon, looking down at
her finely-sculpted thighs. She felt him getting hard. He stared at
the bedroom door.

At that
moment, Venetia appeared in the door of the bedroom. She was
wearing a pair of thigh-length black leather boots with four inch
heels, a pair of soft leather bikini knickers cut high on the hip
with nothing more than a tiny triangle at the top of the cleft of
her arse, so her buttocks were completely nude - and nothing else.
Her breasts, plump crescents of flesh, were exposed, their nipples
rouged and hard. Wound around her right hand was a thin, chrome
chain, like a dog leash and, like a leash, it was attached to a
studded, black leather collar strapped around Jasmina's neck.

As Venetia
strode into the room like an Amazon, the heels adding extra inches
to her height, she pulled on the leash, and Jasmina came forward.
She was on all fours, completely naked but for a black lace
G-string that barely covered the slit of her sex. Her body
glistened. They had oiled every inch of it: her neck, her tiny
breasts, her powerful thighs, the curve of her arse. Every inch of
her flesh.

'This is your
first slave. Do you approve?'

Gianni's
apprehension disappeared like a puff of smoke. He did not know
where to look first - at Venetia's magnificent breasts, trembling
slightly as she walked, leading Jasmina round the room like a dog,
at Jasmina's rump glistening with oil, at the thin strap of black
satin that rose from between her legs to divide her buttocks, or at
Venetia's legs clad to the thigh in black leather. Let alone at
Stephanie, and her white nylon thighs.

'Would you
like a little action now, Gianni, or do you still want to talk
business?'

He said
nothing as Stephanie kneaded his now fully erect cock. He greedily
watched the way Jasmina's buttocks moved against each other as she
was led around, her black skin shimmering, the oiled body
suggesting a wetness in other areas.

Stephanie
unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. 'Does this answer my
question?' she said.

'Yes.' His
voice was throaty, his mouth dry.

'After all,
you should sample the goods before you buy, shouldn't you?'

'Yes...'

Stephanie got
to her feet and pulled him up too, his cock poking horizontally out
of his trousers. She led him into the bedroom, where the curtains
and shutters were already drawn, and a thick scarf had been draped
over the bedside light. Venetia and Jasmina followed them in and
then closed the bedroom door. The room was lit now only by the
dimmed light on the bedside table.

'Take your
clothes off. The slave is going to oil you, Gianni, so you can slip
and slide against her.'

Gianni took
his clothes off in a flash, throwing caution aside as quickly as he
threw his clothes off, his eyes never leaving the Amazon and the
African as they waited for him. His cock throbbed. It was hard,
bone hard.

'Lie on the
bed, Gianni,' Stephanie said. She went over to Venetia, who
unzipped her dress, then went back to stand by the bed as she let
it fall from her shoulders to reveal her lingerie. 'Virginal white,
you see.'

Gianni saw.
His eyes took in this latest spectacle: Stephanie's body shaped by
the expensive underwear, her breasts pressed together to make a
dark tunnel of cleavage, the dark pubic hair veiled by a thin gauze
of white, her thighs bisected by the welts of the stockings, the
suspenders pulled taut over her tanned, creamy, soft skin.

Stephanie
unclipped the chain leash from the collar on Jasmina's neck and
handed her the body oil. Immediately; she knelt up on the bed. Her
hands started at his chest, rubbing the oil deep, circling and
kneading. Venetia came to stand at the head of the bed, on one
side, and Stephanie stood at the other. Gianni looked from side to
side: two visions of sexual perfection. Stephanie had certainly
shown him what she was capable of. If this was what she could do -
if her imagination was so active - he wanted her, whatever the
price. After all, he had the money, albeit his wife's money, and he
could do with it whatever he pleased...

'Good, isn't
it?' Stephanie said, as if reading his mind. 'So sexy...'

Jasmina moved
her oiled body on to his, rubbing against him as she worked more
oil in, oil on oil, slippery, hot, frictionless, like a cock in a
cunt.

'Now your
back, master,' Jasmina whispered, trying to sound servile.

He turned over
and immediately felt oil poured on to his spine and her strong
hands rubbing it in. This time he felt her kneeling above him, her
oiled thighs at his oiled sides as she knelt in the small of his
back. He could feel the heat of her sex through the tiny black
panties.

She stretched
her hands along his back up to his arms, working oil over his
shoulders. She pushed his arms up over his head then massaged the
oil around his upper arms. She stretched out more, lying on him -
he could feel her nipples pressing into his shoulder blades, her
whole chest satiny with oil - as she worked the oil higher up his
arms, stretching them further out towards the headboard of the
bed.

Gianni closed
his eyes. The sensation of this oiled, near naked woman slipping
and sliding over his back was wondrous. Her weight and strength
pushed his buttocks rhythmically into the bed so his hard cock was,
in turn, pushed into the sheets. He abandoned himself to sensation,
though in the back of his mind he was still thinking about
Stephanie. What a sexual imagination. It was going to be fantastic
to have her on tap, to do his bidding for his friends, for his
business associates. It would make him successful, especially if he
managed to take a few photographs of the men and women he did
business with indulging in the more perverse sexual activities.
That would do him no harm at all. Perhaps he could even trap his
father-in-law, who hated him. Now that would be something...

She was
working on his wrists now, stretched right out over his body,
working oil into the joint of his wrists, circling them with her
thumb and forefinger, massaging the oil deep while her body
wriggled against his. He didn't feel the steel hoops curl around
his wrists. They had padded them so they wouldn't feel cold. He
felt only Jasmina's hard body worming down on him. It was only the
clicks, almost simultaneous, that made him open his eyes in alarm,
and by then it was too late. The cuffs were locked in place on his
spread-eagled wrists, and secured to each corner of the bed. The
trap was sprung.