Fetish

Keywords: 05, Flowers, Maxine, Ch., for,

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Althea was pleased when Max finally called. She had clearly been avoiding Althea since their escapade. Althea wondered if what they had done, wonderful as it had been, had ruined their friendship. She didn't want that. But she had called now; and Althea would meet her mysterious man friend at last. It was to be a fancy dress do. They would meet at Althea's place. Of course, she decided upon the PVC gear. She opened the door to Max in costume – whip in hand. Max pecked her on the cheek but, when Althea pulled her close into a long kiss, she was clearly reluctant.

'Sorry, Max, I...' said Althea, stepping back.

'It's OK.'

Max didn't seem to be wearing fancy dress.

'What are you going as, Darling?' said Althea, pulling Max's coat open and examining her perfectly ordinary skirt and top.

'I'll put my costume on when we get there.' Max looking sheepish, but Althea ignored it.

'Right, let's go. I can't wait to meet your mysterious lover.'

Maxine let the pair of them into the building and led Althea up a spiral staircase. Althea took in the scene. Three hooded monks stood, talking quietly. A naked blond girl came out of the kitchen in chains carrying a tray of drinks.

A monk took a drink and turned towards the new arrivals. 'Hallo, girls.'

They hung their coats and bags on the hat stand. Althea produced her whip and cracked it as she had practised. 'Hi everyone, I'm Mistress Stern, but you can call me Althea,' she said, striding towards the group.

'Good evening, Althea. I feel as if I know you already,' said a monk in a rich, sonorous voice. 'This is Sister Gudrun, but you will address her as Mother. Brother Geoffrey here and myself you will call Father.'

'Hey, you guys are so "weird",' said Althea.

'You know one of our slaves already. This one's called Julie,' he went on, as Julie curtsied and proffered the drinks tray.

'Hi, Julie,' said Althea taking a glass and staring rather lecherously at the girl's hairless mons.

The pretty blonde said nothing. Althea looked round at Max. Her mouth fell open.

Max had taken the rest of her clothes off and donned restraints like the ones the slave girl had on: leather wrist and ankle cuffs joined by chains, and a collar. Althea stared at Max's firm body and repressed a surge of lust. The other girl was beautiful too.

'Wow, Maxine! You too?'

Oh well, it "was" fancy dress.

Max crossed the room and curtsied to the monk who had spoken. 'Father,' she said.

'I think you should be naked too, Althea. Give me the whip and take your ridiculous plastic off.' Father held out his hand.

'I'm fine as I am, thanks,' said Althea, clutching the whip close to her chest.

'I gave you an order,' said Father.

'C'mon Max let's get out of here. This is nuts.'

Althea pulled Max's arm. Fancy dress was one thing but this rôleplay was quite another.

'Come on.'

Maxine shook her head.

'C'mon. This is sick. I'm leaving. Are you coming or not, Max?'

'No, Althea. You can't get out of the front door anyway; it will be locked.'

Althea was nonplussed and slightly shaken. She let go of Maxine's arm and stood there frowning.

Father pressed Max's sex with his palm. 'Are you feeling horny, Maxine?'

'You know I am, Father.'

He looked at Althea, who was frozen to the spot in horror, disbelief and indecision.

'Are "you"?' he asked her.

'I don't think that's any of your business,' she replied. 'Now unlock the fucking door and let me go home.'

'I'd like you to see something,' he said, 'before you make your mind up.'

He invited them to sit and turned the TV on. The other monks sipped at their drinks. Althea stayed where she was, but as the pictures flashed on the screen she took a step or two forward as if mesmerised. As she watched the images of a hooded monk caning and whipping and fucking Maxine in various postures, Althea said nothing. But when she saw herself being licked to orgasm by a girl and then fucking the same girl with a strap-on, she turned. 'You bitch, Maxine.'

'Swearing is not allowed. I will give you six strokes of the cane for that. Now strip.'

Althea stood there, defiant.

'Take your clothes off.'

She stood still.

'Very well,' he said, removing the tape from the machine, 'I will send this to your parents. Maxine, write an envelope.'

Maxine went to the wall cupboard and returned with an envelope. Althea stared at her in amazement. 'You bitch,' she said again.

'It's your choice, Althea. Either I send the tape or you accept my discipline. Perhaps I'll send copies to all your colleagues and friends as well. Maxine will tell me who they are.'

'You'd better do it, Althea,' said Max.

Althea felt the fight go out of her. She made a decision. Sullenly she undressed. Max and Julie cuffed and chained her. She could feel three hidden pairs of eyes assessing her naked shame. The restraints served only to emphasize it.

'Now let's eat,' said Father.

The girls joined the monks at the table, tasting the Vichyssoise that was the first course. Althea just stared at her plate. Max helped Julie serve the next courses: roast woodpigeon and summer pudding. Julie ate nothing but sipped her wine despondently.

Father finished his port and pushed the glass away from him. 'I think that you have been very rude and ungrateful, Althea. Julie cooked a delicious meal and you haven't even tasted a bite. What have you got to say for yourself?'

'I want to go home,' said a pouting Althea.

'That's not an answer. Julie will want to see you punished for insulting her cooking, won't you Julie?'

'Yes, Father,' said Julie, sounding as if she would only have said it under duress.

'And there's still the matter of your foul language to deal with,' added Father. His tone changed to one of command. 'Stand!'

Max jumped to attention, as did Julie.

'I said stand,' he shouted.

Slowly, Althea pushed her chair back and stood, her shoulders slouched but her pout defiant. 'This really isn't funny,' she muttered.

'It's not meant to be, girl,' said a deep female voice from under one of the cowls. 'I think you should apologise to Julie with your tongue. Have you tasted any cunt other than Maxine's?'

Althea blushed deeply but said nothing.

'Answer me, bitch. Do you want to taste some cunt?'

'No.'

'Liar. Six more strokes,' said the female monk. 'Would you like Althea to lick you out, Julie?'

'Yes, Mother,' said Julie, 'but will I be beaten first?'

'Do you want to be?'

'Yes, Mother.'

'Do you deserve it?'

Julie fell to her knees, her hands clasped together and her face revealing her search for some plausible sin.

'Forgive me, Mother. I put too much vinegar in the salad dressing. I deserve a harsh penance,' whimpered the pretty young girl. It was pathetic.

Max too fell to her knees. 'Forgive me, Father. I have had lewd and jealous thoughts. I imagined you fucking Althea and hated both of you for it.'

'I see, Maxine. The riding crop then. Now get up and take Althea nextdoor and hang her up where she can get a good view of what's coming to her impudent little arse.'

Althea struggled as the two girls tried to force her through a door, but with Brother Geoffrey's assistance she soon found herself defeated and hanging from chains attached to a beam, with her legs spread apart obscenely. The brother chained Julie next to her, likewise. The room itself was terrifying. It was full of instruments of torture. Despite her apparent compliance earlier, Max looked utterly terrified as she stared at the riding crop that the other monk was holding. Despite her apparent fear, Maxine draped herself over a trestle and passively let the monk part her legs and tie her ankles in place. Althea could see her vulva clearly in this position. It was obviously intended to be humiliating to be thus exposed.

But worse was to come. Althea saw Father hand the riding crop to the female monk, recognisable in her robes by the swell of her bosom and the click of her high-heels.

'How many, Brother?' she said.

'Six, Sister Gudrun,' he replied.

'Only six?'

'For now,' he said.

Swish. Maxine screamed bitterly and stood upright.

'Tie her down and we'll start again,' said Sister Gudrun.

'I'm sorry, Mother,' said Max, bending again to allow the monk to fix her wristcuffs in place. Althea waited in terror and disbelief. Eventually: "swish". Maxine's bum compressed and rebounded from the vicious blow. Five more to go.

'Stop this,' said Althea. 'Stop it now.'

'Gag the bitch,' said Sister Gudrun, as she wielded the crop again.

Althea started to cry as the second monk pushed a ball gag into her mouth and tied it in place.

Maxine's screams tore into Althea's soul. A perverted erotic game, she had thought at first. This was not erotic; this was sadistic cruelty.

It's over, Althea thought, when the gap between strokes was long enough for Max's screams to subside into sobs. Her tears had formed a pool on the floor below her long dark hair.

'Did you enjoy that, Althea?' asked a monk.

Silence.

'She's as wet as the bottom of the Atlantic down here,' said the other monk, who was caressing Althea's sex. 'I think she liked it. Did you, girl? I wonder if your friend will get this wet when she watches Sister Gudrun deal with your fat arse.'

Sister Gudrun was already drawing her riding crop along the crack of Althea's vulva, making the latter shiver with fear at the thought of what the sinister nun might do with it next.

'Are you ready for me, Althea; ready to feel my crop; ready to submit to your mother?' As she whispered, she untied the gag. 'I will be your shepherd on your journey into pain, my lamb. Say "Yes, Mother". Accept your destiny, child.'

Althea trembled with fear.

'Say it.'

Althea cried out as the crop whistled and fell across her breasts.

'Say it.'

Suddenly, the pain galvanised something in Althea. Her anger took over from her fear. It gripped and controlled her like a harness. All her feelings of pity were gone now. Maxine had betrayed her. She wouldn't be in this woman's cruel hands except for Maxine's utter perfidy.

'Give the treacherous bitch some more,' said Althea.

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Keywords: 05, Flowers, Maxine, Ch., for,