CHAPTER TWO: "The Arrival"
ALISON DEFTLY STEERED HER JEEP up to the iron gates. A discreet plaque
imbedded in the brick pillar said "Private: Members Only". A video camera atop
the brickwork swiveled and pointed at the driver's side.
"Good day, Madame" came a voice from a hidden speaker. "May we see your
invitation, please?"
Smiling, Alison held the small ivory coloured card out her window.
"Thank you."
The iron gates swung open with a well-oiled precision.
Driving slowly, Alison admired the beautifully landscaped grounds. In
the distance, she could see others entering the elegant clubhouse. The building,
with rich woods and gleaming white stucco dappled with the mottled shadow of
overhanging oaks and elms, was designed to compliment the park like golf course.
Alison drew the Jeep up to the foot of the clubhouse steps. Checking her
face in the rear view mirror, she smiled her approval at what she saw: black
hair shot with the darkest brown, a spiral perm cascading down to milky
shoulders, pale blue-tinged green eyes glistening like twin gemstones, a long
narrow face with high cheekbones, the ripe beauty of her Mediterranean ancestors
shining through. She was not beautiful in the typical North American white-bread
sense, but she knew she was worthy of a second, even a third look. A slow smile
widened across her face, red lips parting to show glistening white teeth, as
Alison looked at the mirrored image of Julia.
Her slave was in a state of near hysteria. A sheen of sweat gleamed
across her nubile body as she huddled, bound hand and foot, inside the wire pet
carrier in back of the jeep. A broad leather belt cinched her tightly at the
waist. A strap led from the centre of the belt and disappeared into the
mysterious space between Julia's legs. Nipple clamps with egg shaped devices
hanging down, adorned each perfect breast. A bright red rubber ball spread
Julia's lips in a most delicious fashion. Leather straps running all over the
girl's face and head completed the harness gag.
A faint humming sound could be heard after Alison shut down the jeep's
ignition. Julia's hips bucked in the throes of yet another orgasm.
"There there, dear," said Alison with a wicked smile. "You'll be out of
your traveling case in just a moment." She took a small plastic remote control
from her purse and punched in a combination of numbers. "And I'll just turn
those things off for now."
Julia's tear-filled eyes expressed her thanks as the vibrators stopped
tormenting her nipples.
"mmmPPH?" she mumbled behind the rubber ball.
"Oh very well," said Alison impatiently, her fingers flicking more
number pads on the remote control. The dildos filling both of Julia's lower
passages also stopped their vibrating motions. "But I will remember this later,
Julia!"
A male voice interrupted. "Excuse me, madam."
Alison turned in the driver's seat to see a man standing next to the
open window.
"My Lady Meranda Augusta welcomes you to West Roissy," he said. "I have
been instructed to assist her guests."
Alison turned in the driver's seat and took in the male with a practiced
glance. He was about six feet tall, and dressed in a footman's livery: red
waistcoat, tan breeches, a white shirt with ruffles at the collar and cuffs,
black boots that gleamed in the sun. Two things distinguished him from the
typical footman, however. He wore a wide black leather collar about his neck and
black leather cuffs at his wrists; second, his costume was made entirely of form
fitting rubber.
"Well, isn't that nice of her," said Alison as the footman opened the
door, offering his hand in assistance. Swinging her toned and shapely legs out
the open door, Alison stepped down from the driver's seat. She smoothed her
black leather miniskirt. Her eyes ran down his body, lingering at the bulging
rubber between his legs. Her pink tongue darted out to wet her lips, then
vanished back inside.
"My bag and clubs are in the back," she said, tossing him her keys. "And
be sure my pet is watered and allowed to stretch her legs."
"As you wish Madam" he replied with a courtly bow. He raised an eyebrow
as he admired the naked captive in the travel case. "Would you like her groomed
and brought to you after dinner?"
Alison smiled her pleasure. "Yes, that would be nice! But don't remove
the belt." Turning, Alison confidently strode up the steps to the clubhouse
doors.
He watched Alison walk away, admiring the movement of her shapely
buttocks in the tight leather skirt. The footman knew that he would be severely
punished if his Mistress, the Lady Meranda, saw him, but he also knew that she
was busy elsewhere. He was not concerned if Alison saw him, for that would only
bring a scolding.
Julia whimpered as the footman opened the back of the jeep.
He gazed at the naked bound beauty in the small wire cage. Her eyes were
very wide with fear and uncertainty.
"Well little one," the footman began, "Your mistress has left you in my
care for a while. We're going to scrub you clean, give you a thorough grooming,
and prepare you for dinner. You'll be one of the serving girls, of course. "
He poked his fingers through the wires and stroked one of Julia's
breasts. Her movement at his touch made the egg-shaped vibrators sway. Ribbons
of fiery pain raced through her tormented nipples and flesh at the motion.
He smiled to see the painful pleasure his touch could cause. Reaching
in, he turned the case 90 degrees so that Julia now faced the front.
She squealed when he pinched her tautly stretched ass. But it was when
he ran his fingers down the leather strap that split those two creamy globes
that Julia really moaned her protest. She hated being touched by anyone but her
beloved Maitresse!
"Plugged tight, are you?" the footman mused. He tapped on the metal
rivets holding the rubber intruders to the leather strap. Julia squealed again
as the plugs moved inside her. "I wonder what this does?" he said, punching a
button on the remote keypad.
Julia screamed and bucked in the cage as the twin plugs came to life
inside her. A droning sound could be heard underneath her moans and grunts.
The footman laughed.
He dropped the remote beside the cage, closed the back door, and,
jingling the keys, casually strolled around to the driver's side.
"Tally ho!" he exclaimed as he fired the ignition.
