Remorse

REMORSE

(PART THREE)

BY

WALLACE

It looked, at first sight, like any other gathering. A group of people in a strange building, milling round the nearest coffee machine but there was very little going on and it was surprisingly quiet. Some were standing, some were sitting on the benches in the brightly lit corridor and others were just squatting on the floor holding their coffee cups in both hands. There was little of the usual banter that you might expect from a fairly diverse group of people.

The last time a group like this had been in the building, the people in the nearest offices had asked them to go and stand in the underground car park, such was the noise they made but right now, apart from the odd desultory word here and there, it was deathly quiet.

Jimmy Clarke saw the man he was looking for almost immediately, he walked over and touched his elbow.

"'Ello lucky bollocks! 'Ow ya doin'?" the tallish man with the prematurely white hair turned with a puzzled expression on his face, puzzled until he realised just who was talking to him

"Hello Jim!" he said with a genuine smile and offered his hand, "I heard you might be around here somewhere," then his eyes narrowed, "What you after?" Jimmy chuckled,

"Don't beat about the bush, Steve, come right out with it and say what you think!"

Steve Archibald smiled again but Jimmy got the impression that he'd had to force himself a little this time.

"Sorry Jim, it 's just that this was a bad one!" Jimmy nodded.

"Mmm. I came down 'cos I 'eard you took one. Didn't expect to see you 'ere actually but you look okay!" Steve laughed and he turned slightly. Jimmy now saw that there was a small, slightly reddened piece of surgical gauze attached to his left ear with some sticky surgical tape.

"Lower part of my ear lobe, stray bullet, hurt like fuck! The ear's always going to look a little deformed, apparently but otherwise… and before you say it Jim, yes, I was lucky… as usual… and I'm getting to the point now where I think I'm riding my luck!" Jimmy was looking at the mix of people in front of him. He turned to his colleague,

"Yeah Steve, and you could take your pension, get out of The Job tomorrow and get run over by a Sixty Three bus on the way to the Post Office!" he paused and studied the men and women around the coffee machine once more, "It's a marriage made in 'ell this one, innit? SO19 and the Flying Squad - The Sweeney and the Knuckle Draggers…" he pulled a face and Steve laughed once more.

"Blame your Guvnor for that Jim! Him, MY Guvnor and Rob Carter at SO19 are the only people Rose McGregor wanted in on this one, allegedly because they're the only ones she can really trust right now and apparently she let Inspector Martin organise it all!" he looked at Jimmy for a few seconds and then said conspiratorially, "Y'know he's rumoured to be the straightest copper in the Met… ever since Jesus Christ put in his papers…" Jimmy looked down at the floor, it wasn't the first time he'd heard it but it always made him chuckle.

Just then the lift doors opened and the man they had been discussing stepped out looking pale and red eyed, his jacket open and his shirt collar and tie undone. He immediately walked up to Steve Archibald and shook hands,

"Well done Steve, just been talking to Jack. I know it's not the result we wanted but at least you all walked away from it!" Steve Archibald looked at Chief Inspector Martin,

" Well, Eddie Williams got his hands badly burnt, so it's not all good news. He was trying to save one of the bandits and he wouldn't fucking let him!" Jimmy shook his head, the Inspector said,

"You know, I could never understand why Eddie won't take his Sergeant's board, he'd pass it easily." A voice behind him said,

"Why? Because I'm black and they'd give me an easy ride?" Eddie Williams emerged from a side room, both hands heavily bandaged, the three officers looked at each other, this wasn't like Eddie.

Jimmy stuck out his chin.

" No, you'd never make Sergeant, Eddie!" he could feel a lot of people staring at him. Eddie slowly turned baleful eyes on Detective Sergeant Clarke who walked forward to meet him in a manner that was almost aggressive. He stopped just in front of him and stuck out an accusing finger "You'd never make Sergeant, Eddie," he paused for effect, "'cos you're a fuckin' Arsenal supporter an' we got too many of those bastards already!"

For a moment the two men stood facing up to each other and then Eddie's features creased into a slight grin,

"Fuck off out of my face, Clarke and go and play with that desk you're screwed to these days!" Jimmy grinned back

"That's better!" he put a hand on the big man's shoulder, "Whassup Eddie? What 'appened?" Eddie sighed; it was fairly obvious that he was deeply upset.

"I shot him Jim. I shot him 'cos he was drawing a gun on me. Big fucking South African geezer. When it all went tits up and the van exploded, I dived in and tried to drag him out. Don't think he knew a lot of English but he could say, "Fuck off Kaffir!" alright." He looked at Jimmy and it seemed as if there were tears in his eyes, "After that the petrol tank went up and I had to run…" a smile crinkled the corners of his eyes, "lost me fucking eyebrows an' all!" Jimmy looked at him appraisingly,

"Looks all right! Goes with the shaved 'ead!" Eddie Williams punched him quite hard on the arm and then winced in pain. Inspector Martin turned to DS Archibald,

"I know it's all going to be in your statement later Steve, but did any of them say anything else. Anything that might give us even the vaguest idea of what's going on?" Steve Archibald sighed

"To my knowledge, the only other one who spoke was the one I shot. Hard bastard. Evil looking shit. Soon as I saw him I thought it was going to be him or me. He knew I had a gun and he STILL tried to shoot me. I managed to drag him out, you know, after the fire had died down a bit. It was horrible; he was like, burnt to a crisp but still alive…just! I think it hurt him to talk but as far as I could tell he said something like, "Those bastards in the fucking village! …" and then he said something that didn't make any sense at all… "Sigh," …" the Inspector looked at him quizzically,

"Sigh? Was that it?" the Sergeant shrugged,

" That was it! That was all he said. He died just afterwards."

*

It was nice to be in bed, to be between crisp, clean, sheets and the soft naked curves of Amy Olsen. It had also been nice to discover that Kitten was going to sleep with us too but Amy herself soon dashed any hopes of my fulfilling a lifelong fantasy on that score.

We'd established that Sheila was safe and that, cold almost cleared up, she was now out of the strait jacket, although Kitten HAD taken the precaution of chaining one of her ankles to the bed on a long chain that allowed her access to the bathroom and she had also locked away all of her clothes.

She DID however, have access to television, to the radio and also to Spirit the Cat, whom Kitten had up-lifted from Amy's apartment and delivered into Sheila's arms a couple of days previously.

Sheila loved animals, perhaps more than human beings and Spirit had taken to her too and was soon perched on her bare shoulder without extending her claws, something she did with only her favourite humans, so they were both happy.

Kitten had been in the flat when we came back because she had popped in to check on the place, as Amy asked her to, but she had walked into a sudden heavy shower after getting the tea bags for Sheila. Consequently she had stripped off her wet clothes and had fallen asleep on the top of Amy's bed after promising herself just a quick lie down.

Kitten told us all this whilst kneeling in front of me naked with her hands behind her back as an act of penance whilst Amy had stood behind her and twisted her nipples quite viciously.

Finally, Amy had made her bend forward and beg my forgiveness whilst kissing my feet, although for what she had done to me I would quite happily have taken her to dinner every night for at least the next week and paid for everything as well.

I was, therefore, more than a little surprised when Kitten somewhat timorously asked if she could stay over with us, having ascertained that Sheila was fine and was currently entertaining two of the girls from SAM.com who BJ had sent round to check on her. None of us were quite sure what the word "entertaining" actually meant where Sheila was involved, so Amy had, somewhat generously I thought, considering how upset she was, decided that Kitten could sleep with us.

But there was a price for that generosity.

*

Amy stared into my eyes; she had turned out any extra lights and gone through her nighttime routine even though it had to be approaching noon.

"Do you need anything?" I yawned

"No. No, not really, just sleep!" she didn't look away from me.

"Yeah? Sure you don't need to inject?" I looked at her and smiled,

"How did you know?" she half smiled back

"I saw the bruises in your groin, above your cock, after Kitten had finished sucking it!" I laughed and then I realised that she was unsure.

I cleared things up for her as best I could.

"I'm diabetic. I have to inject regularly but only when I eat. If I injected and didn't, I could go…" She was already nodding,

"...hypoglycaemic! A hypo. From there you could go into insulin shock or even a diabetic coma, right?" I nodded and she hugged me. I didn't know if there were any other drugs that you could inject into the fatty tissue around your abdomen but at least she didn't seem concerned any more.

"Should you eat NOW?" she whispered into my ear, her face so close to mine I could smell her shampoo.

"No. I ate and injected on the plane …before it all went wrong… AND I pinched a couple of your apples…" Amy was already looking down,

"Oh you did, huh?" she let go of me and put her hands to her chest, "Well how d'you like THESE apples?" she jiggled her breasts up and down, " Fancy "pinching" them, some time?" Amy's boobs were big, really big and apparently unenhanced by plastic surgery. I pulled her robe gently open, kissed her left breast and started to trace my tongue softly down her tummy.

I looked up at her,

"Mmm. Think I could maybe eat something else right now!" I moved my tongue further down.

I could feel her wriggling and she started to laugh,

"Hey, hey! Hold it right there, big guy! We still got company, remember?" almost as an afterthought she turned and raised her voice, "Get out here, BITCH, I wanna see you NOW!" I turned slowly because the sudden exertion meant that both my back and my face were telling me that my system needed more painkillers.

Kitten was shuffling slowly out of the bathroom.

She had taken her make up off, removed her earrings, gelled back her hair and handcuffed her hands behind her back. She also had cuffs around her ankles that joined them together and left very little slack for her to walk within. She was stark naked, devoid of any bodily hair and there was something black and apparently lacy just protruding from her mouth.

She walked slowly over to us and then knelt carefully at Amy's feet but Amy wasn't satisfied.

"Get up! Get up Kitten, I want to make sure you did it right. I wanna make sure you obeyed me to the letter!" a major wave of pain swept over me and I subsided onto the bed. The big, comfortable King sized bed that dominated one level of Amy's apartment.

She went from Boot Camp Sergeant to Hospital Nurse in one smooth movement. Ignoring Kitten for the moment, she sat next to me and said solicitously,

"Hey, what's wrong?" I shook my head. Those painkillers were overdue. She kissed me on the cheek and put her arm round me and I somehow felt better

But she was already barking orders at Kitten,

"Okay Bitch! Back on your knees. Back on your knees, that's right! Now I want you to crawl over to the breakfast bar, stand up, pick up that bottle of tablets with your teeth, turn round, pick up the glass of water, then get back on your knees and crawl back to me! And do it carefully! Spill so much as one drop and you'll get one enema for every drop you spill! That's one enema for each drop, every day for seven days. Understand? You spill three drops, you get three enemas. Ten drops, ten enemas! Every day for one week 'cos you're ass is MINE now! Gottit?" Kitten was already on her way and despite myself and despite thinking that, after her sucking me dry earlier, I wouldn't be able to manage another erection for at least a week, watching that magnificent, nude, tanned, bottom making its way over to the counter, propelled by her cute, bare little feet was already making my loins stir.

Amy kissed me gently on the lips and slid a hand under my robe,

"You horny bastard!" was all she said and then her hand was gone and she was tugging at the belt of her own robe, parting her legs as she did it so that I could see her neatly trimmed patch of blonde pubic hair.

I looked at her questioningly but she just smiled. Kitten was now making her somewhat torturous way back to us and if the sight of Amy's bare pussy at all unnerved her then she didn't show it.

I have to admit that I cheated, for Kitten's sake, even though I knew I was risking Amy's considerable wrath.

As she got closer I extended a hand and carefully took the bottle of tablets from her mouth. A mouth that I could now see was stuffed with a pair of black panties. I gave her backside a gentle slap and whispered,

"Turn round for me!" and as she did so I eased the glass of water from her white and bloodless hands. Amy was already up and retracing Kitten's steps, studying the polished pine floor very, very, carefully. Kitten eased herself onto her haunches like a huge rabbit, watching Amy more than a little anxiously whilst I did my very best to soothe her by stroking her hair and her bare back.

I was slightly surprised at Amy's treatment of her but also, I am sad to say, very aroused by it but if I had the slightest inkling that Kitten was in any way unwilling I would have stopped it.

At least I think I would.

There was tension in the air as Amy returned to the bed, pushed back her robe again, sat down and opened her legs once more. Eventually she looked at Kitten and said,

"Stand up! Face me, legs together, arms together and look straight ahead!" she turned to me. "Inspect her Bill! Inspect her very carefully! I ordered her to clean her makeup, remove her jewellery, shave all her body hair, handcuff herself at the wrists AND the ankles and then and only then, to eat the panties I took off earlier and keep them stuffed in her mouth. Any infractions and I want to know." She cocked an eyebrow as she picked up the bottle of painkillers and decanted two into her hand, then she stood up, slipped them between my lips, eased the glass from my hands and offered me a sip of water.

She turned back to Kitten " Okay you, listen up! I want those legs as wide apart as they'll go. Bill is going to run his hands all over your skin to make sure it's clean-shaven. You are not to move or even blink an eye; failure to comply will result in more punishment, which I will pronounce after your inspection. Understand?" Kitten stood stock-still but that wasn't good enough

The slap that Amy delivered made the cheeks of her bottom wobble. She nodded her head and made "mmphing" noises through Amy's panties. For my part, as I stood up and prepared to run my hands all over Kitten's lovely body, I wondered exactly who was being punished because I knew that this was going to be sheer torture for me, let alone Kitten

Just to make it worse Amy was now moving in front of her. She stopped, spread her legs and whilst I started the inspection, began to very slowly trace the fingers of her right hand down between her ample breasts and then even further down until they stopped just above her pussy.

Right then I was truly between a rock and a hard place but the hard place was somewhere between my own legs. Even now Amy was slowly and wordlessly starting to slide her own fingers in to what seemed to be a well-lubricated opening. I took a deep breath and began to run my hands slowly over Kitten's soft, tanned and smooth body and as I did so Amy began a running commentary that was, to say the least, unsettling,

"Lift your arms Kitten, lift your arms! Feel under there Bill. Get your fingers in her armpits. Are they sweaty?" I looked at Kitten because they were very, very damp; Amy was speaking again, "Every infraction gets one demerit! Are her armpits sweaty Bill? " I nodded reluctantly,

"Yes, her armpits are sweaty, it must be from…" but Amy stopped me abruptly.

"That's all I need, she knows the rules! Carry on!" suddenly I got the impression that this was a game that had been played before. I studied Kitten and her face gave it all away. Her eyes were even wider than usual, her cheeks were flushed, her lips moist and her pupils, her pupils were so dilated it was like she was in love!

The feeling of Kitten's sweat on my fingers was strangely arousing. I could have walked behind her but then I would have had to watch Amy playing with herself and I wasn't sure if I could handle that. So I chose what turned out to be the greater of the two evils and put my arms around her to check her back, pulling her in close against me as I did so.

Now I could feel her warm breath on my neck and the fresh lemon smell of the liquid soap she had used in the bathroom. My hands wandered all over her silky and evidently hairless skin but we could not avoid physical contact.

Already her groin was touching mine.

I was quite sure that it wasn't me who was making the gentle thrusting movements that bought her hairless gash into constant contact with my rapidly burgeoning penis.

I certainly wasn't prepared for what happened next and I didn't even see it coming.

In one swift movement a hand, it had to be Amy's, whistled past my ear and impacted with a tremendously loud slap on Kitten's right, unguarded cheek.

Kitten stood motionless, obviously hurt and shocked but silent and wide eyed.

Amy's anger was palpable and she didn't hold back,

"BITCH! You KNOW you don't do that. You KNOW that only whores and filthy, dirty, fucking sluts do that!" Amy's robe was wide open, her hands were on her hips and there was a definite smell of aroused woman emanating from her. I thought that there was a certain irony in her last remark but right then there was too much adrenaline pumping though me to make value judgements.

Impatiently she dragged the sodden black panties from Kitten's mouth and then she slapped her again, on the other cheek this time. It was just as hard as before and the red mark of Amy's hand was now almost symmetrically imprinted on either side of Kitten's face.

It had to have hurt her but once again, she didn't cry out, she just stood as still as she had before, her eyes focussed intently on Amy, who walked forward now and grabbed her chin with one hand,

"What are you, Bitch?" she asked quietly. Kitten's eyes were just as wide as ever. She sniffed and said,

"I'm a whore! I'm a dirty, filthy, slutty, fucking whore!" Amy got closer. She let go of her chin and grabbed her nipples viciously.

Still she didn't cry out.

"You're a dirty, filthy slutty, fucking whore... WHAT?" Kitten looked nonplussed, then she seemed to draw inspiration from somewhere.

"I'm a dirty, filthy, slutty, fucking whore... AMY!" she said, looking at her tormentor hopefully.

"WRONG!" I thought Amy was going to slap her again but she had other plans. Her hand went down between Kitten's legs and this time she had to stifle a scream as she pinched what I had no doubt was her clitoris viciously between thumb and forefinger.

Kitten was breathing rapidly now.

Amy looked at me for encouragement

"In future, Kitten you refer to me as…" she was mouthing at me and I could see what she wanted. She wanted something for Kitten to call her by.

Not "Mistress", it was too hackneyed, too OLD and we'd already seen that "Amy" didn't cut it. It was too familiar, too obvious.

How about simply "Miss"?

That seemed to have a certain resonance to it. It was short, sweet and to the point and I mouthed it back at her silently,

"Miss, she calls you MISS!" Amy raised her hand as if to strike Kitten once more and then she said,

"If you don't want me to hit you again, BITCH, then you speak to me respectfully. Your refer to me; in future as "MISS" and you…YOU are my BITCH! Understand?" I almost expected Kitten to hang her head but she didn't. This was no submissive, submissive; Kitten took an active role in the proceedings. She actually enjoyed what was happening to her. She seemed to revel in being pushed to her limits and then having those limits extended.

She looked at Amy with those wide eyes and said, almost breathlessly, in a voice thickened with excitement

"Yes Miss! I am YOUR Bitch Miss and I am a dirty, filthy, slutty, fucking whore… Miss!" it would have been hard to tell, at that moment, who was the most aroused, all I knew was that I was the only one there capable of a hard on.

Despite her stern façade Amy gave me a secretive look, a look that made me want to jump on her there and then but that was one urge I managed to control.

Robe still open, she slipped two fingers into her pussy and then withdrew them, slick with her wetness. She didn't even have to speak to Kitten because she had already opened her mouth to accept the wet fingers, which slid in easily.

"That's it BITCH! Suck 'em. Suck 'em clean. Suck my CUNT juice off my fingers!" my cock twitched and my legs seemed to wobble. I'd sat in on stuff like this, I'd written it and I'd even started to direct a few Mpegs for The Bishop but I'd never actually taken part in something quite so spontaneous, quite so off the cuff.

Quite so REAL.

My spine tingled and my face was so flushed it felt as if it were burning.

To my partial relief, Amy withdrew her fingers; only to slide them back inside her pussy and then offer them up to Kitten's already "O " shaped mouth once more. Much to my excitement and concern, she beckoned me over with her free hand.

"Come and check this slut out! We know she's as clean as a fucking whore like her can be but I want her cunt checked out. I want her cunt checked out for hair and for cunt juice!" Kitten's eyes stayed on Amy and I thought I heard her moan slightly but if I did then Amy didn't pick up on it.

There was no point in my being hesitant, Amy was going to brook no arguments anyway, so I reached out my hand and ran it slowly over Kitten's shaven and very smooth Mons Veneris. She didn't budge but I was now close enough to be able to detect odours from them the two of them and if I wasn't very much mistaken, both girls were very, very wet and very, very excited.

I looked at Amy and she nodded.

She nodded without taking her eyes off Kitten who stood to attention, head erect, arms together, feet flat on the floor and as far apart as the handcuffs would allow, seemingly revelling in her nakedness and her vulnerability.

Amy was already preparing her next order,

"Okay CUNT!" I shivered; I think we both did, "Get those legs open as far as they'll go!" Almost apprehensively, hands still manacled behind her back, Kitten shuffled her bare feet sideways. Amy looked at me now, her eyes glittering,

"Penetrate her! Fill her up with your fingers! Make her feel like her cunt's full o' cock, 'cos that's what the slut wants. Your cock in her wet fucking cunt!" she padded over to me on soft bare feet and pulled open my robe once more, exposing a fierce erection. Kitten was already shaking her head. She was already trying to look away.

Suddenly Amy was behind her, grabbing a handful of her hair.

"DON'T TURN AWAY FROM IT! LOOK AT IT, SLUT! LOOK AT THAT FUCKING COCK! LOOK AT THAT BIG FUCKING PURPLE PRICK! WANT IT, SLUT? WANT IT, HUH? WANT THAT FUCKING COCK IN YOUR SOAKING WET CUNT? HUH?" It looked like she had pulled back Kitten's head as far as it would go and her hair seemed to be straining at the roots. Kitten didn't know what to do any more and she stifled a sob. Almost immediately Amy let go of her hair and stalked back towards the bed where the panties that had previously served as Kitten's gag lay balled up and wet on the duvet.

She looked at them for a moment and then she picked them up and began to slowly rub them between her legs, pausing from time to time to push the soft panties inside her wetness. Even now her free hand was reaching out towards me and I felt gentle fingers gripping my cock, just hard enough to make me aware of their presence and then I felt those same fingers begin to slide gently up and down my already erect shaft, trying to coax it into even greater hardness.

She was speaking to Kitten again.

"Watch his cock, BITCH! Watch it get bigger and fucking bigger and just think how it would feel inside of YOU!" without warning she let go of my penis and let fly with a slap that snapped Kitten's head to one side, then she walked forward and grabbed her by the chin again. She shoved two fingers deep into Kitten's vagina causing her to break her silence and shout,

"PLEASE!" plaintively.

Now Amy had hold of her hair again and was pulling her head back so that their eyes could meet.

"Two things you don't do BITCH!" She hissed through clenched teeth, "You don't speak unless you're spoken to… and you don't ever, ever, ever, get THAT cock, UNDERSTAND?" Amy was staring at what was between my legs. Kitten whimpered and did her best to nod but Amy was already stuffing the panties that were now wet with her juices and Kitten's own saliva back into her open mouth and before she could even try to recover she threw her against the back of the Chesterfield and, pushing her head down, made her bend over it.

She marched over to a small walk in cupboard and returned carrying a wicked looking rattan cane, which she began to flex in her hands. Kitten was gasping for breath but Amy didn't seem to care.

She beckoned me forward once more.

"We still haven't checked the Bitches cunt yet, have we?" I looked at her. She was to, say the least, unpredictable right now. She in turn studied me as she placed the cane against the back of the Chesterfield and slowly and delicately removed her robe, placing it carefully over the back of the sofa next to Kitten and allowing her massive breasts to finally go free.

Her body was well muscled and tanned. She wasn't quite a body builder but she looked fit, very, very fit. Her torso almost formed a "V" shape and her legs, arms and stomach were beautifully toned. I couldn't stop myself from visualising how she would look if she were oiled from head to toe but my testicles were already tightening to the extent that I was frightened of bringing on a self induced a hernia. I banished the Amy in my head and concentrated on the one in front of me.

Completely naked now, she planted her bare feet firmly on the floor and picked up the cane again.

She turned to me,

"You can't fuck her Bill! You can't EVER fuck her because you're MINE…" she was giving ME orders now and it didn't feel that bad, "… but you CAN finger fuck her!" Now she looked down on Kitten's prone form. "You can finger fuck the dirty slut's cunt while I cane her. While I give her what she deserves!" she bent forward, grabbed Kitten's hair again and hissed in her ear.

"Hear me Bitch! You didn't do so bad on the water, there was only one little drop on the floor but you still need punishing because you're a dirty fucking, stinking WHORE!" she screamed the last word at her and Kitten groaned. Amy seemed to relax her grip on Kitten's hair a little but made sure that they were still making eye contact

"So, as you've been a reasonably good girl, Kitten, you're just gonna take twelve. Twelve strokes of the cane while we inspect that dirty fucking pussy and if you come, then I'm gonna take the skin from your ass and hang it out to dry! Got me?" Kitten whimpered again and Amy let go of her hair and virutally threw her head back against the Chesterfield. She looked at me once more and nodded and before I could do anything else, she had moved forward, grabbed my right hand and eased my index and ring fingers into her now open mouth.

She sucked on them greedily, licking them with her tongue and making damn sure that they were liberally coated with her saliva, then she eased them out, let go of my wrist and took up position once more behind Kitten.

I knew what I had to do.

I got down on my knees, slowly because my back was still troubling me and without ceremony, slipped my two wet fingers inside Kitten's equally wet hole.

She cried out even through the panties in her mouth but it wasn't in pain.

I began to move those wet fingers in and out of her as slowly and seductively as I could but if Kitten was gasping before the first stroke of the cane fell, then she was screaming after it.

. Amy flexed it once, took just one sighting shot and then bought it down smartly and with little more than a hiss on Kitten's naked buttocks. Unusually it was Amy rather than the victim who counted the strokes but I think it excited her to do it. To count them off in a monotone leaving Kitten absolutely certain just how many more she had to come.

The air whistled from Kitten's mouth and nose and no matter how hard she tried she could not choke back the wail of pain.

Each stroke made Kitten buck and heave and scream into her gag and after each stroke I tried to regain some kind of rhythm with my fingers to try to take her mind off the intense pain that she must be suffering but all through her ordeal she never once dried up.

In fact, she got wetter and wetter.

By the time we reached stroke number seven there were already six livid red marks across both of Kittens exposed buttocks.

When stroke number eight came she began to cry.

Amy looked down on her and, seeming to know her far better than I did, said simply,

"Don't come Bitch!" and then laid the cane with surgical precision almost precisely on the spot of the last stroke.

By the time we reached number twelve, Kitten was sobbing uncontrollably and the skin had broken on at least two of the tramlines made by the cane on her skin

Naked and sweating now, Amy padded forward and touched Kitten's burning buttocks. She seemed to have mellowed considerably and she leaned forward and touched Kitten on the shoulder.

"These shouldn't bruise if you're still taking the vitamin C but you'll have some nice marks there tomorrow! Breathe out for me now, breathe out for me…"

It was as brisk and as business like as all the others and it came with even less warning. One moment Kitten was just about controlling her breathing and her sobs, the next, that one precise stroke of the cane had pushed her over the edge into near hysteria.

Now and only now did I actually do something positive.

I grabbed Kitten, pulled her off the back of the Chesterfield and took the sobbing girl in my arms pulling the panties out of her mouth and kissing her on the cheek to try to calm her down. Still naked, Amy had put down the cane and was moving in behind us. To my horror I saw her hand reaching out and gently cupping. Kittens groin. She moved ever closer so that her relatively cool skin just had to making contact with Kitten's flaming buttocks

Still Kitten sobbed but eventually she opened her eyes and turned her head just a fraction in the direction of Amy.

She only said three words,

"Finish me – please!" and then she subsided against me, kissing my neck as if she were trying to bite me. She jumped as Amy's finger's penetrated her and she moaned in exquisite agony as she bought her to a rapid, screaming climax.

Seconds later we were lowering her apparently unconscious body onto the bed.

*

The voice was angry.

"Where are you?" No pleasantries.

"Mid – Atlantic."

"Can you talk?" harsh, brusque.

"There aren't exactly any alleys I can duck into and the flight's been pretty turbulent, so the toilets are full right now!"

"Why are you running so late?" no concern. This was an interrogation, not a conversation.

"Because some idiot with a helicopter tried to shoot down a plane earlier on. You might have heard about it…"

"Your source. How good was it?" not deflected by the outrageously open insult, the voice continued just as coldly as before.

"Two sources, actually!"

"Inside The Police?" it had taken on a bullying tone, "Answer me, goddammit!" whether there was actually a slight pause, or whether the voice was just impatient was hard to tell. " Inside The Police or not?"

"Yes, inside!"

"And the other one? Answer me or I'll find some way to get you in here. The more I think about it, the more I think I'd like to see that sweet little body of yours strapped into one of the lockdown chambers and being worked on, those little nipples pert and erect, that insolent mouth gagged and those beautiful eyes just staring at me! You'd tell me everything I, we, needed to know then… and you'd probably do a lot more for us after than you do now!"

"I would have told you if you'd given me a chance. NHS. A health professional."

"Two sources?" the voice shouted disbelief.

"Yes! I already told you..."

"Two sources told you she was dead?" another person might be intimidated

"Yes. Now you must be able to verify that your end. You must have… you know… by now!"

"Yes, we've debriefed her. She's not fully conditioned yet but she admits to seeing her in the garage and that's all. We gave her everything, what you would call the full Monty, and I supervised it personally. She would NOT have resisted that! The polygraph was negative, a ninety nine point five per cent chance that she was telling the truth. The best I've ever seen. She's wide eyed and innocent and as clean as the driven snow!"

"Well then. And what do your other sources tell you?" silence. "Well, come on. You must have other sources, you can't just be relying on me…"

"I really hope you weren't trying to trick me then because I've just had to napalm eight people in the centre of London and that bothers me! That's eleven I've lost in a day and now I have to recruit more…" no regrets, just annoyance at the inconvenience. More silence and then eventually, "They all say the same thing!"

"Well then…"

"Don't be smug! I can reach out for you in New York just as easily as I can reach out for you in London. The thought of shipping you back here, deaf, dumb, blind and naked and strapped inside a crate appeals to me more and more by the minute…" now and only now, did her spine begin to tingle.

"That's ALL I know. And if you want my opinion, you've wasted eight people for no reason. She died last night. Everything and everybody is telling you that, you should have let it lie!" more silence. She took a deep breath. " I've told you everything!" finally the voice spoke.

"You know, I'm beginning to hope you haven't! Be seeing you!"

She glanced down at her phone.

The other caller had cleared.

She looked around the huge wide-bodied jet, at the rows of empty seats. It was almost dark; the lights were as low as they could go. It was a red eye and the quietest flight she had ever been on but there was no point telling the voice that.

The jet engines sighed quietly in the background. It suddenly felt colder than before. She had been warned that changes in pressure might affect her cracked ribs and her breathing but for the moment she felt okay. As okay as she was likely to be under the circumstances.

She pulled the blanket tighter around her and suppressed a shiver, unable to tell if it was born of fear or excitement. She slipped her boat shoes back onto her slightly chilly and bare feet, laid her head back against the headrest, closed her eyes and tried to sleep but her clothes felt rumpled, SHE felt rumpled and the image of the girl she knew very well being put into Lockdown, having her mind cleared of all thoughts and then being allowed to experience one enforced orgasm after another and another and another until she was at the point of exhaustion, then being interrogated whilst still vulnerable and plugged in every orifice would not leave her and neither would the threat that it could happen to her and that it could happen very, very ,soon.

It both frightened her and intrigued her.

It intrigued her so much that at some subconscious, animal level, Detective Inspector Emma Bannion found herself almost willing it to happen.

*

We bathed Kitten's buttocks with ice water, which we both decided would be the best thing, and after a few minutes she opened her eyes, looked at us and smiled as if nothing had happened. She got up from the bed unaided, even though she was still cuffed at wrist and ankle and kissed us both.

There were tears in her eyes.

We helped her to sit back down on the bed and she only winced slightly. She looked up at us

"Thank you. Thank you both of you. That was so…so intense. It was soooo hot! Such a rush! I thought I was going to pass out a couple of times but it was really, really good!" Amy, who had now put her robe back on, walked forward and plucked, literally plucked, Kitten from the bed as if she weighed nothing at all. She took her in her arms and swung her in a full circle round the room before depositing her back on the bed again.

Quite breathless herself she hunkered down and said with a voice full of emotion

"Kitten I've seen you with BJ and the Princess and you KNOW I've never topped you before but you are a REAL player. You are SO good!" She looked round at me, "Oh and Kitten?" Kitten raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah?" Amy grinned.

"Kitten, I think you should say "Thank you" personally to Bill because he really didn't know what he'd gotten himself into back there and he just went with the flow!" before I knew it, all one hundred and thirty pounds of Kitten had jumped off the bed and into my arms. She smothered me with wet kisses.

"Oh thank you Bill! Thank you, thank you, thank you! You were great, you were wonderful, you were brilliant! Even Amy didn't know if you'd still be on your feet after getting your cock sucked but you were terrific!"

To paraphrase George Orwell I looked from Amy to Kitten and from Kitten to Amy and back again and then and only then, did it finally dawn on me that I had just been quite comprehensively and fairly elaborately, set up.

*

Set up or not, Amy still did not trust a free Kitten to sleep in the same bed as us without incident. The Chesterfield was too small. She didn't want anyone sleeping on the floor and she argued that I certainly needed the softness of a bed around me. It was eventually decided that Kitten COULD sleep with us but only under certain conditions.

*

The Inspector saw him walking past the open door to his office, the door that he had deliberately left open and seized his chance.

"Jimmy! Jimmy did you want to speak to me?" Jimmy stuck his head round the doorjamb.

"Not really Guv, I prefer to talk to meself when I'm sulkin'. Just me, the waste paper bin and a lot of effin' and blindin'! Seems to work better that way!" the Inspector smiled to himself, at least you knew where you stood with Jimmy Clarke and they had worked together long enough now to be used to each other's little ways. He pinched the bridge of his nose as if it would help him stay awake.

"Come in Jimmy! Come in, close the door and sit down!"

*

The atmosphere in Amy's apartment was much different now. Surprisingly, there were no clocks on open display. The curtains were still drawn and just a single lamp lit the room.

It had to be at least mid morning but we still needed sleep.

Amy slapped Kitten hard on the thigh.

"I'm warning you Kitten, keep still or else!"

"Or else what?" Asked Kitten feistily. She was beginning to sound like Sheila "There's not much more you could do to me now is there?" Amy pointed a warning finger at her,

"Be careful what you wish for Kitten …" It was said with such conviction that Kitten turned just a little paler than she had been a moment ago. Amy turned to me,

"How ya doin'" I looked at Kitten lying naked on her back on the bed and said,

"Yeah. Pretty much looks like we're done!" Kitten did not seem overly impressed. Amy tugged at the belt around her waist. A belt that had a crotch piece and looked a little like a Cricketers Box or a Rugby player's Jock Strap but less flexible and in black, matt black.

"Sure this is tight enough?" I nodded and so did Kitten. It was made from Kevlar, the stuff used to make body armour and it had been blended with carbon fibre to make it light but virtually indestructible. It locked with a combination lock situated at the back of the device, which meant that Kitten could not get out of it without help. It circled her waist and had a semi circular crotch piece that had two mean looking inserts that Amy had taken great delight in slowly lubricating in front of Kitten whilst I finished tying her for sleep.

One insert, the one at the front, looked very similar to a large and erect penis, the other, set at the rear of the device, looked exactly like it was supposed to look.

Like a large and shiny, contoured butt plug.

Of course we had a fair idea that Kitten wasn't necessarily going to take this willingly, so we made quite sure that she was well restrained before we fitted the belt. However, we did try to exercise our collective imagination and use fairly ordinary household stuff to do the restraining.

In the end we used Saran Wrap, (I called it Cling Film), Duct tape, (she called it Gaffer Tape) and several rolls of thin black Insulating tape, (she didn't call it anything at all, she said "No idea, it's just fucking tape!")

We took off Kitten's restraints and laid her flat on the bed, a small pillow under her backside just to take the pressure off her welts. We put her arms by her sides and held them there with several turns of gaffer tape just below each elbow and around and around her chest and back.

We gently balled each hand into a fist, wrapped it with saran wrap and again with duct tape so that each fist lay bound and useless by her sides and we applied more turns around her wrists, abdomen and lower back just to keep them there

Despite the odd moan there was a definite look of anticipation in Kitten's eyes as we helped her to stand up and Amy moved towards her with the already well-lubricated belt in her hand.

Her restraints were fairly minimal and reasonably flexible and the belt was small enough and light enough to allow her to sleep with only the minimum of inconvenience or at least that was what we hoped.

We had taken Kitten to the toilet first or rather Amy had whilst she was still in her restraints, and I cleaned my teeth and checked my dressings, grimly pretending not to notice what was going on behind me, so we were pretty sure that she was as empty as she could be.

Amy looked at Kitten and asked,

"Are you going to be good?" for once Kitten seemed more than a little unsure of herself.

"Do I still have to call you Miss?" Amy smiled,

"Do you still want to?" Kitten thought for a nanosecond.

"Yes Miss!" she said briskly. Amy's smile broadened.

"Good answer!" she looked at Kitten almost slyly then she turned to me.

"Let's get this belt on her pronto. I've just decided that she and I have some unfinished business!"

*

Kitten looked decidedly apprehensive as I knelt at her feet and Amy told her to spread 'em as wide as they would go. Strangely enough I had never done this before. I was used to the insertion of dildoes, living with Sheila made that an almost daily occurrence but Sheila had never wanted, nor invited, anything up her back passage and it had not helped matters that during her stay in captivity she had been subjected to butt plugs, dildoes and enemas in the course of making illicit, under the counter DVD's for cheap public consumption so it was not a subject we talked about very much.

It was also, maybe, one of things that we should at least have addressed before our relationship fell apart at the seams but that was all water under the bridge right now.

Amy already had the reasonably helpless Kitten in her arms and she also had a hand over her mouth to stifle any noise. I took the bull by the horns and offered latex gloved finger, smeared with a great gob of lubricant, into Kitten's slightly puffy looking pussy and was rewarded with a deep low moan in return.

"How d'you like that, huh? How d'you like that finger in your pussy?" it was Amy whispering provocatively in Kitten's ear. The wide-eyed Kitten really didn't know what to say but the look of excitement in her eyes was unmistakeable and there was certain reluctance on both our parts, I think, when I finally withdrew.

I pulled off the latex gloves and began to pick up the belt but Amy stopped me.

"Hey, hey! What about that cute little asshole of hers? We gotta grease that, otherwise that big Mother of all Fucking Butt Plugs just ain't gonna go in!" she put her face close to Kitten's. "Well, not without a lot of pain, eh Bitch?" but she said it much more gently now. Even so, Kitten knew better than to argue, she just lay in Amy's arms and shook her head.

Reluctantly I pulled on a fresh pair of gloves from the carton. I had been hoping, once the dildo was greased and snugly home, that Amy would take care of the plug but I was wrong.

Amy was turning Kitten round so that her buttocks, her red tram lined buttocks which we had liberally coated with antiseptic cream a little earlier, were now facing me. I put my hand against one and felt it.

It was much cooler now.

"How is it Kitten? How does it feel?" Amy was almost motherly.

"It's all right, Bitch, you can answer him, go on!" in the tiniest of voices Kitten replied,

"Yeah it's good. It feels good and your hand feels soo soft… Aaaaaaaaaaaaagh!"

I guessed it was her clitoris again. I could see Amy's hand moving away from between her legs just as she calmed down. Amy cradled her head but whispered warningly in her ear.

"You DO NOT make provocative comments Kitten. Only dirty, fucking, whores do that. Understand?" Kitten was gasping for breath. Amy had pinched and held her clit for some time; the pain must have been intense but she was impatient.

"Answer me Kitten. Answer me!" Kitten finally composed herself.

"Yes Miss!" and even from where I was it was obvious that she was looking at Amy as if no one else in the world existed. "Yes Miss. I won't do that ever again, I promise!" Amy hugged ever and stroked her hair. For the time being at least, Kitten was broken. Amy said,

"Good girl Kitten. Good answer and now there's just one more thing you have to do for me to prove how obedient you are, gottit?"

And Kitten nodded.

*

The Inspector steepled his fingers and looked at his Sergeant who had worked with him, in one capacity or another, for nearly fifteen years.

"Jimmy, I know I've kept you out of the loop as it were…" Jimmy knew that he shouldn't jump to conclusions but he did anyway.

"Yeah, 'cos everyone's a suspect right now. I figured that much." Chief Inspector Martin sighed.

"It's not quite like that Jimmy. Rose Macgregor has a direct line to the PM's Press Secretary and through him she's talking directly to the Prime Minister himself. After that business with the 'plane, we know that the Ministry of Defence is compromised and we're quite sure that MI5 and MI6 are leaking like sieves too. We're one hundred per cent positive that we have at least one major leak in the Met itself and another, probably within this department." Jimmy nodded knowingly. "These are major leaks, Jimmy. Major leaks to organised crime syndicates and to a lot of the terrorist organisations that profit from crime too." Jimmy nodded,

"Well yeah, I guessed that much. I mean we know the IRA's been involved in drug dealing for years…" the Inspector nodded.

" That's right but you don't know all of it because I couldn't tell you before, because it really WAS on a need to know business but now…" he paused and looked up at the ceiling, when he eventually did speak there was more than a trace of irony in his voice "Well now, I really think that you need to know…"

*

Greasing Kitten's rectum was easy after that. She stuck out her tush just a little and I did my best to slide my finger in as gently and as painlessly as possible. I needed to make sure that she was well greased because otherwise that butt plug was going to be painful.

Very, very, painful.

In the end however, no pun intended, things went much easier than I expected. Once her back passage was relaxed and we only achieved that after a lot gentle sliding in and out of my well greased fingers, then Amy turned her round again and I offered up the belt.

To my surprise, mixed with just a little horror, her vagina seemed to swallow the large dildo as if were just a minor inconvenience. There seemed to be no effort whatsoever and the sight of the greased and shiny monster sliding all the way in in one smooth movement really was quite awesome.

Kitten took it marvellously.

She was watching me throughout, almost as if daring me to do it and when she took it all in she there was just a hint of concentration in her features followed by a look that could only be satisfaction in taking it all.

Rather than my scooting somewhat awkwardly between her legs Amy turned her round once more and made her behind over. It was a little undignified. She just grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and pushed her down until her head was almost between her own legs,

"Remember this, Bitch," she said quietly, "you'll be back here soon enough!" and then she nodded for me to carry on.

All I had to do now was ease in the butt plug and lock the cross piece to the belt. It literally was as easy as it sounded even though I didn't have too much experience with butt plugs.

I stroked Kitten's back to keep her as relaxed as I could.

In fact I massaged her with both hands from neck to gorgeous bottom and she neither moved a muscle nor said a word. Something I put down to the power that Amy had over her now.

Finally I eased the butt plug into place. It slipped past her sphincter with smoothly and the sight of her little rosebud opening as it accepted the ever-widening plug was really a sight to behold. There was just one slight grunt from her as the thing slipped finally home and Amy, who now had her by the ears, was quick to pull up her head to make sure she was okay.

As soon as the lock was in place and I had twisted the numbered combinations as many ways as possible Amy ordered her to stand up.

Kitten did exactly as she was told.

Standing to attention once more, her hands wrapped in useless fists and secured to her sides, breasts bare, penetrated at front and back by objects that would probably keep her excited for most of her sleep time, she looked into Amy's eyes.

"Okay Bitch, you done good! Really good!" she lowered herself onto the huge bed, "And if you really wanna impress me then you should know what you have to do next without me even telling ya!"

She was right

And I watched in not exactly disbelief as Kitten eased herself onto her knees, put her head almost eagerly between Amy's legs and began gently lap and suck at her puffy and reddened gash.

As I turned the last thing I heard was Amy's voice.

"Hey Bill, you don't have to leave…" but I knew it was too much for me and besides I had an outstanding phone call to make, so I tiptoed into the bathroom, pulled my mobile phone from my robe and lowered myself as comfortably as I could onto the toilet seat.

*

"Hello, Liz Fisher." she said it as quietly as she could. She had been expecting the call but she was doing her best to monitor Linda who was still in the armchair and still in what could only be described as a very fitful sleep.

The small pink cardigan kept her shoulders warm. Her arm, still in the sling was relatively free from pain as long as she didn't move it suddenly. The blinds were still drawn and it could have been any time at all in the small dimly lit, pastel shaded private room that she was due to occupy for at least one more day, depending on her progress.

"Liz, it's me!" her face was a strange mixture of a relief and annoyance,

"Bloody hell! You pick your moments! I've been trying to get hold of you all bloody morning!" she hissed the words.

"Yeah sorry, it's been a bit hectic here!" Liz grimaced.

" I heard! But I'm sure it's not all business right now, I had Sheila on the phone half an hour ago!" it might have been me but there seemed to be just a hint of jealousy in her voice, "Listen Bill, I'll call you back. I really can't talk now. Linda's asleep. She's been having strange dreams. She's having one now! I'll call you back, I promise … and stay out of trouble, okay?" and then she was gone.

*

I made a couple of other calls and stepped out of the bathroom just as Kitten was bringing Amy to a climax of gigantic proportions. She held Kitten's head close to her groin. So close I was worried that she might starve her of air. Her robe flapped open and I noticed that one of her legs was moving almost rhythmically in time with the movements of Kitten's head and then the penny dropped.

As Kitten sucked and licked at Amy's moist and wanting pussy so Amy was reciprocating by pushing at the front plate of her belt and manipulating the large dildo inside of her. .

Amy was unleashing a series of muffled screams now, in much the same way that Robert Plant screams in "Whole Lotta Love." But now she was being joined by the frenetic wailing of Kitten as well.

I couldn't help myself.

Amy sounded as if she were in agony even though I knew very well that she wasn't and as I walked up to her and touched her shoulder so she reached out with a hand that seemed to be trembling, threw open my robe and, hands against my bottom, pulled me in almost as if she were reeling in a fish, opening her mouth as she did it to engulf my already hardening penis.

I'm sorry to say I didn't resist.

Already I could feel her warm breath on the end of my cock. Already I could feel it growing to surprising proportions and I was quite sure that I wouldn't have been able to last long as she drew me into the soft warm cavern of her mouth but both Kitten and her suddenly seemed to come together.

Kitten with a scream that would have woken the dead whilst Amy was actually much more controlled as she simply let go of Kitten's head and subsided onto the duvet dragging me with her and then rolling on top of me and doing her best to mount me before my hard cock went completely to waste.

*

Jimmy took a sip of the fresh coffee that Pat Greene had bought in for both him and the Inspector. He was still trying to clarify some points.

"Okay. So what you're saying is that this all kicked off after that business with Sue Chandler, right?" the Inspector nodded,

"Mmm. She certainly SEEMS to be the catalyst. Previously, when operations were compromised, there was never any clear evidence but now we're starting to finally see the wood for the trees. In the States, the DEA have had the wheels fall off twenty operations in just under two months, with the subsequent loss of nearly thirty people…" Jimmy was nodding,

"Yeah, I got a mate in Customs and Excise. They don't talk about their fuck ups much but one major smack bust went pear shaped a coupla months back in Hackney and two yachts loaded with dope mysteriously blew up just after Christmas, one off Folkestone, one in the English Channel and that's without the fifty kilos of Smack that went Missing from a warehouse in Kent!" The Inspector reached into the bottom drawer of his desk and drew out some chocolate digestives, Jimmy looked at him in disbelief, "Fuck me Guv! Other people keep Scotch down there, you got fucking Hob Nobs!" he took one anyway and the Inspector grinned,

" It's the same all round. Things are going horribly wrong and a lot of the old guard in organised crime seem to be having the rug pulled out from under them. There have been three crime families literally wiped out of existence in America in the last three weeks. Five generations butchered overnight. The same's happening in Italy with the Mafia, in Japan with the Yakuza, in China with the Snakeheads and three nights ago in Kingston, five blocks of flats were reduced to rubble by a series of explosions, taking something like thirty major Yardies and their extended families off the face of the earth! There are even rumours that some of the more prominent people in the IRA and Sinn Fein AND some of the Protestant Para -Militaries are seriously considering going into hiding!" Jimmy looked at his superior officer,

"So is this what they mean when they spout all that bollocks about a New World Order, then?" the Inspector looked out of the window. The earlier grey skies had given way to a bright, cold but hazy morning. He drew a deep breath.

"Well, I've never been really sure what that means but there have been signs that things were changing for some time now. There's always been corruption but suddenly everything's moved on that much quicker and things have become that much more obvious. Take here for example. We've always had our suspicions but…"

Jimmy was nodding sagely,

"Oh yeah, sometimes it sticks out like a sore thumb but the problem is proving it!"

*

Things went pretty smoothly after that.

Despite Amy's no nonsense but nonetheless sensual approach, my back and my face had been too sore to continue but she had taken it well, kissed me and with a wink assured me that we would try again later.

Then we dragged the spent and pretty zonked out Kitten on to the bed who, despite Amy's original threat to sit on her face, lay quietly and allowed us to finish her bindings.

As I wrapped her bare feet together in cling film and then began to bind them securely with duct tape I could not help turning to Amy,

"You know I really can't see the point of this now. She's had enough Amy, let's just let her sleep!" Amy was cradling Kitten's head and also fluffing at her nipples with her right hand keeping them hard and erect as it there was a permanent cold breeze blowing but she was adamant.

"Oh No!" she shook her head empathically, " I know about men and their fantasies and I know what YOU really want! You wanna fuck us both! Well it ain't gonna happen!" her face creased into a broad grin, "Not on my watch, Mister!" she was right enough, I suppose but I had to try because I was just so close.

"Oh come on, Amy1I haven't got the energy but a cuddle would be nice!"

A cuddle and watching Amy do a lot of what Amy had done with Kitten previously, perhaps.

Amy took a finger and inserted into Kitten's mouth. She began to suck on it avidly.

"Look at her Bill!" She said as Kitten happily sucked away, "Just look at her! You think she knows the difference between a fuck and a cuddle?" she moved her left hand down and began to push rhythmically against the belt that held Kitten's dildo snugly in place. Kitten's eyes closed and she seemed to suck even harder on Amy's finger, "See what I mean?" she asked triumphantly, "And I sure as hell ain't gonna wake up and find you with a great purple hard on, up to your balls in Kitten, 'cos I just know that she would jump your bones, given the slightest chance and this is the only way to stop her!"

Kitten's legs were fully joined now from the ankles downwards. She let go of the now panting girl and kissed me on the lips.

"You wanna come and help me wrap her head or you just gonna watch for the rest of the night, huh?" It was an offer I couldn't refuse and I managed to stand up without breaking contact with Amy who seemed to be getting sexier as Kitten became less and less capable of movement.

*

The biscuits were nearly all gone, Jimmy said,

"So what's the game plan now, then?" the Inspector sighed

"Well, we carry on pretty much as before. I need you with me on this Jimmy, I can't go it alone for ever and not having Barbara and Daisy around doesn't help…" Jimmy put down his cup,

"Still can't work out the Charlie thing…" the Inspector smiled a little grimly.

"It was a double bluff! If I broadcasted the fact that she was dead rather than kept it quiet, whoever it was that was interested would think she were still alive. Hence Operation Destiny! Charlie was shot. I think she was shot because she came into contact with Gerda. I think that THEY, whoever THEY are, were concerned about what Gerda had told Charlie and therefore us. They had access to Gerda and they needed to silence Charlie. I really didn't have to do anything; I just let the rumour mills do their job. We watched everything coming and going within a mile radius of the London Hospital. Jack Randall's a safe pair of hands at the Flying Squad and so is Rob Carter at SO19, so we ran a joint operation…" the colour had drained from Jimmy's face, something that generally only happened when he was angry.

The Inspector was shaking his head,

"I know, I know but we were trying to smoke people out. We were trying to find out who knew what. I trusted you, so I didn't need to tell you and that, quite simply, is that! Even if she DID manage to say anything to Charlie we don't know WHAT she said but we DO know, from the reaction that we got, that we must be close. You know the rest, that's why Bill Rodgers is in New York." Jimmy was looking out of the window now.

"Yeah, potentially gettin' his arse blown off for no apparent reason!"

He suddenly turned to the Inspector, "What's his connection with all this Guv, why are they targettin' him and his mates? It can't be Sue fucking Chandler again, surely? Even SHE must realise she's gotta drop it sometime. And if it IS revenge, why kidnap the four of 'em AND try to grab Linda 'utton and 'er mate as well? Why not just kill 'em?" The Inspector was staring into space as if he had received a sudden shock,

"Bugger!" Jimmy had seen this before.

"What ya forgotten Guv?" the Inspector came back to reality.

"I promised to phone Liz Fisher, you know the girl with Linda Hutton. We really need to follow up her statement and see if we can get more depth. Those two are our only real witnesses right now! Jimmy?" but Jimmy already had his mobile phone to his ear.

"'Allo? 'Allo, is that Liz? 'Ullo, it's Sergeant James Clarke, Metropolitan Police. Oh, you remember me, only you were a bit out of it yesterday and it's about that that I'm…you what? Oh you were gonna ring us. Good! Dreams you say? Vivid dreams! Dreams about Heather Franklin, one of the girls that have gone Missing, yeah, one of the Americans, that's right. Dreams that are making Linda….bloody 'ell! Yeah, yeah. Okay, yeah, I can see were you're comin' from on that or rather where she … never mind, sorry! Yeah, yeah, I'll speak to Chief Inspector Martin right away and we'll sort it. Just 'ang in there Liz and keep writing everything down. Yeah, good job. We'll be in touch, bye!" all the Inspector could do was stare at his Sergeant and wait for an explanation

*

Amy looked at me with more than a hint of excitement in her eyes.

"I've got the ear plugs. They're wax, you have to warm them first!" I looked at her and then down at Kitten who was lying peacefully on the bed, her head a mass of white bandages.

She could no longer see because we had put thick gauze eye pads over her eyes and wrapped the Ace bandages over them. We had continued wrapping until her head felt solid and had taken on a round shape. To help her breathe we had slipped two soft rubber tubes into her nostrils. We had wrapped over her hair and very carefully around her neck and she now had very little movement around her head at all.

Amy sat down on the bed next to me. I held my hand against Kitten's soft tummy. I had tried to keep physical contact with her all the time that she was being wrapped so that she didn't feel too frightened but we both were quite sure that the inserts in her belt gave her other things to think about.

She nuzzled her lips into my neck and then withdrew,

"You okay?" I nodded wearily.

"Mmm. But I'm tired and I want to sleep." Amy looked at me and then at Kitten. She knew what the problem really was.

"She'll be fine! She really will. Kitten, can you hear me?" Kitten could still speak and she could still hear, in a voice thickened and slurred by the mass of bandages around her mouth, lips and chin she said, brightly enough,

"Hey you guys, haven't you gone to bed yet?" Amy smiled at me. She sounded a little more spaced out than usual, which was to be expected but otherwise she seemed fine.

"See?" she said airily. She leaned in close, her lips just inches away from Kitten's ear. It was immediately obvious that her attitude to her victim had softened considerably. "Hi baby! We're nearly done. Just your gag and your earplugs to go. You sure you're okay now?" Kitten didn't move, although with her feet taped together, her hands fixed to her sides in fists and her head no more than a ball of soft bandages, she didn't have a great deal of options. It was also obvious, even now, that her speech was affected.

Amy bent forward some more, so that her ear was now just inches from Kittens bandaged mouth but sitting where I was I could also hear her reply.

"Amy, I mean Miss, can you please just get on with it because I'm just creaming into this belt. I never thought I could be so excited!" Amy raised an eyebrow and looked up at me. I smiled but it was a fairly grim smile. Once we gagged Kitten and plugged her ears she would have no method of communication with us at all and the consequences of something going wrong whilst we were both asleep really didn't bear thinking about.

Amy already had the gag in her hand. I looked at it in surprise.

"A penis gag? What about her breathing?" Amy smiled

"How about a Double Whammy? You plug her ears and wrap 'em and I'll let her suck on this!" I was still worried and she could see it in my face. She held the large, white, realistic and stubby looking penis up for my inspection, "It's a breather gag." She said simply and I could now see holes all the way round the part that would fit over Kitten's mouth.

I could also see the small, round, hand held pump that even now Amy had just fitted to the outside part of the gag. I took the earplugs from her outstretched hand and slid the first into Kitten's left ear and felt her wriggle just a little in return. First part of the job done I looked up at Amy,

"And you're going to inflate that, are you?" she gave me a sly wink.

"Wait and see." she said. "Just you wait and see!"

*

Inspector Martin was already gripping the arms of his chair.

"I think we should get over there, Jimmy. I think we should get over there now!" Jimmy nodded,

"Yeah, pity we ain't got Charlie though…" his voice tailed off as he realised what he had just said. The Inspector knew that the best way to deal with it was just to plough forward.

"I've already made arrangements on that score Jimmy and while I think of it, I think it's also too much to expect you to do the driving all the time." Jimmy stared at him.

"Is this your way of telling me I'm in the shit for nicking the Super's Jag yesterday?" Chief Inspector Martin smiled wearily.

"Actually no! We got away with that but it would help us all if it didn't happen again! No, what I'm saying is that we should have a dedicated driver. That new girl, what's her name?" Jimmy had already picked up on his train of thought.

"Andrea Phillips, Guv, never takes her 'at off!" The Inspector was already agreeing.

"Mmm, that's her. She had leukaemia but she's in remission now, I think… lost her hair after chemotherapy…" Jimmy was picking up the coffee cups. He knew that once the Inspector made up his mind he was unstoppable, but he did not have any problems with Andrea either.

"Okay Guv, I'll speak to her. She's got an excellent record and her drivin's impeccable apparently, extremely good under pressure. The leukaemia's not expected to return and she got 'undred per cent on 'er course, first one in five years to do it!" the Inspector looked at him quizzically.

"You know a lot about her, Jimmy. You know, if I didn't know better, and she wasn't young enough to be one of my daughters, I'd say …" at that moment the door, which had been ajar, opened fully and a tall, slim, almost statuesque woman, wearing a white silk blouse, black mid -calf skirt and black, high heeled boots, entered.

She picked up on the conversation immediately,

"...that he fancied her?" her husky voice had an almost lyrical Welsh lilt to it. Her hair was in a short blonde bob and there were laughter lines around her bright blue eyes, "I don't think so!" She turned to the obviously embarrassed Sergeant, "Wouldn't really be your style that, would it Jimmy? You've always preferred, let's say, the more mature woman!" for once in his life Jimmy Clarke blushed to the roots of his hair. The blonde woman put out a business like hand, "Sorry Inspector, that was very rude and you must forgive me. Jimmy and I know each other of old. You called me earlier; Cass Wright." She looked at Jimmy with a steady gaze that wasn't without affection. "I'm Charlie's mother!"

*

We were finally done.

Kitten was now officially blind, deaf and dumb. The earplugs were in place and I had padded each ear with cotton wool before winding turn after turn of Ace bandage around her ever-thickening head.

Amy meanwhile, had eased the penis into Kitten's mouth. She was already slurping and sucking on it before she could even fasten it in place behind her bandaged head. We watched her, lying on the bed, seemingly calm and placid but the way she sucked on that artificial cock suggested that there was a lot more going on beneath her bindings than it seemed.

I looked over to the nightstand and suddenly saw the tape. The shiny black insulating tape that we were going to use to cover the bandages on Kitten's head with but had forgotten about.

I looked at Amy and shrugged,

"Won't be needing that now!" Amy's eyes were already narrowing.

"Don't think so, huh?" she picked up one of the rolls and threw it over to me, "Just do what I do!" she said and began looking for the free end

It took only a few minutes and I think that I was beyond tiredness by that stage. I looked down at Kitten and I was impressed. We had used the tape to bind around and around the base of her breasts and now, even though she was lying down, they stood out, proud and erect, like two large, tanned and perfectly formed melons. Taut and sensitive, as we soon found out when we raked our finger nails gently over them and Kitten tried to wriggle and moan and shift herself away from us like some kind of huge slug.

For sometime we were like two cats playing with a mouse but eventually we tired of the game, much to Kitten's relief. Amy leaned over her prone form as she had frequently and kissed me softly on the lips.

"Okay big guy," she said quietly, "just one more thing!"

I had no warning.

I had no idea what Amy intended and by the time she had done it, it was too late too stop her.

It wasn't complicated, all she did was give the rubber bulb of the inflatable penis gag enough pumps to make Kitten's cheeks bulge and then, without preamble, she pulled off the rubber pump and put one hand tightly over the gag and its breathing holes. With the other she slipped a clothespin onto each of the breathing tubes that protruded from Kitten's nostrils.

Immediately she began to buck and grind herself against the bed. Her head came up off the pillows as if to try to drag in more air or shake Amy off but she could do neither.

Already I was up.

Already I was moving towards Amy preparing to drag her off, preparing to knock her off Kitten if I had to but then she looked at me.

She didn't scare me, quite the opposite in fact because even as the bound Kitten fought for air and only succeeded in using more up, Amy was looking at me almost serenely. There was calm in her eyes and she was now raising her right wrist to look at her watch.

She looked back to me and although she didn't actually say,

"I know what I'm doing," the sense was there even though Kitten was fighting and wheezing underneath her but Kitten's panic panicked me. The bindings that we had used were proving to be extremely effective. Maybe too effective because everything was holding fast and much to my horror I could see Kitten's struggles weakening considerably even as I stood almost rooted to the spot.

I had no option, if this was a game it had gone too far. Two strides took me over to Amy and just as I reached for her, so she took her hand off Kitten's mouth.

"Hold her head!" she said calmly, "Hold her head while I get that cock out of her face!"

Ten seconds later the gag was lying, sodden with saliva, on the bed and the clothes pins were clutched safely in my hands.

I subsided onto the bed, only then realising just how wobbly my legs were and how fast my heart was beating. I watched in surprise as Amy reached out, put a finger on Kittens left breast and tapped it twice.

I couldn't believe what happened next.

Kitten didn't move but her voice, although breathless, was clearly audible through the bandages,

"Oh WOW! Oh Jesus Christ Amy, that was something else! And yeah, yeah, I'm fine!" Amy kissed her on the lips and then tapped her taped and purple breast three times.

Kitten tried to shake her head instead of nod it but she was disorientated.

" Yeah! OH YEAH. Oh yeah, I came and I came and I came and Amy, you know what?" knowing that Kitten probably wouldn't hear her too well, if at all, Amy shook her head silently, "You know what Amy? I'm still fucking coming! Just one fucking come after another…" and she gave a little scream and she continued to moan and groan for about five minutes even though both of us held her and did our very best to comfort her.

When Kitten finally fell silent Amy got up, looked at me, pulled me up off the bed and put her arms around me. We kissed for a very long time and when we finally broke she said,

"Don't think she's gonna have a problem sleeping now, do you?" I laughed and shook my head.

"Don't think so!" she ran a hand gently over Kitten's arm and shoulder. There was no movement but her breathing was regular and surprisingly slow. Amy winked,

"She's young, she's fit, she doesn't smoke and she recovers really quickly." She looked into my eyes, "The breath play thing was on her, y'know, her Wish List. She does it quite a lot with BJ." she spread her arms wide, " So who was I not to oblige?" I let out a breath,

"Y'know, for a minute there, I thought…" Amy nodded

"I know, I know, I was taking a risk. I could have ended up like the guy with the tree but I thought "What the hell? We've done just about everything else tonight so let's go for it!" after all… you only live once!" I was about to say that that might make a good title for a film but she was already kissing me as we both fell, oblivious of Kitten onto Amy's huge bed.

Even as she turned out the light, pulled the duvet over the three of us and cuddled up against me I realised that she had just answered some of my questions but there were others that were likely to rattle around in my head for a while before I finally slept.

Questions like, how did the two men who seemed intent on killing us know where we were at three thirty in the morning? Where did Amy learn the Karate that she had used to fell me with one blow, earlier? And in the light of what Kitten had said about Amy's cat, where had Amy been for the days before I got back to New York?

*

Impatiently she rang the bell once more then she almost glided back to the padded "horse" on which Lynn Hutchins was secured. She squatted down and touched the girl on the cheek.

"How do you feel honey?" she asked solicitously. Lynn looked at her openly.

"Strange Miss. Very strange!" Lady Heather lifted her skirts and stood up, she studied the girl for a few seconds. Her under wear was uniformly white, from her white stockings to her white long line bra and corset with the attached suspenders. The cheeks of her bottom were bare because Heather had removed her bloomers much to Lynn's original dismay and then retied her legs back into position

Even now, Heather was lightly touching Lynn's boned corset,

"How strange Lynn and why?" the bound girl tried to turn her head but the soothing touch of another woman was relaxing and she let it rest back against the padded cushion that protruded from the horse's front

"Because I feel comfortable Miss! I feel comfortable and I don't feel afraid. Not like I do sometimes!" She paused as if debating what to say next in her mind. Lady Heather touched the base of her neck and said softly,

"If you have feelings Lynn, feelings that you may not have experienced before it is nothing to worry about, believe me. Nothing will happen to you and I will not tell a soul, you must…" at that moment the door opened and much to Lynn's horror the butler walked in. He coughed,

" I believe you were ringing for me Miss…" and then he saw the tableau in front of him. Lynn Hutchins secured over the horse in just her underwear and Lady Heather gently stroking her.

Already Lynn was trying to protest but before she could voice that protest Lady Heather had walked smartly in front of her and pushed a wad of rolled up material into her mouth which she was now holding in place with the strips of cotton that Rodgers had used to gag her with earlier.

Heather dropped to her knees close to the right ear of the struggling girl and whispered sibilantly,

"Hush Lynn! Hush now. No harm will come to you. This man here," she looked up malevolently towards Rodgers the butler, " has not come to hurt you." she looked back to the girl, "In fact Lynn, he has come here to be punished by his Mistress for not following her orders to the letter!"

*

Cassandra Wright and Chief Inspector Martin were in forensics, studying the reports on the explosion that had wiped out what could have been a terrorist cell or a group of mercenaries but, judging from the amount of weaponry including hand held rocket launchers, mortars and machetes, that had been found in their van and that hadn't been vaporised by the napalm induced explosion, was certainly not a group of people going lawfully about their business.

She, it transpired, had been one of the first psychiatrists in England to take the FBI's lead and embrace forensic psychology, a field in which profiling played only a small part. Cass had also been a pioneer in NLP, Neuro Linguistic Programming and was a skilled hypnotherapist. These days she taught the subject she had become an expert in more than she practised it but given the circumstances, she had agreed when the Inspector had asked for her help.

Still a little shocked, Jimmy was talking to Andrea Phillips, who was almost as shocked as he was and who was walking one step behind him as they took the stairs down to the underground car park.

Jimmy stopped abruptly and turned to Andrea who was very slim but had recently put on a little weight, much to her delight but who could still somehow manage to look good in a police uniform,

"Listen luv, sorry, Andrea, this job's a doddle as long as you remember two things; ONE: you're very seldom right and TWO: when you're wrong, admit it to the guv'nor, he'll back an honest mistake all the way, okay?" Andrea nodded slowly,

"You're serious, yeah?" Jimmy grinned.

"Oh yeah. You can talk to the guv'nor or you can talk to me and if you've got a problem with me you can either talk to me and tell me I'm being a cunt or talk to the guv'nor!" He looked at her slightly wide-eyed expression, "I'm serious gel. He's as straight as they come and I ain't got nothing to hide." He stopped abruptly, "Well apart from summit that just walked in upstairs, that is!" and then he grinned a little grin to himself. "Sorry about that Andrea." Andrea was already shaking her head.

"No, that's cool!" she said, fully aware that Jimmy Clarke was not a man whose eyes strayed all over her body, or to her tits, or who looked at her in the way an awful lot of men did at women in general.

They were on the first floor and although he was talking as quietly as he could, Jimmy's voice still echoed in the bare concrete stairwell.

"Uniform!" he was ticking off his fingers as they talked. "From tomorra you wear what you want. You're a Detective Constable now Andrea. Smart but casz, okay?" she nodded again. Once more Jimmy turned on the stairs

"Oh yeah. Sexual orientation."

"Oh," she thought to herself, "here it comes!" Jimmy maintained eye contact with her and did not let it drift away.

"There is NO discrimination in this department Andrea, absolutely none. The guv'nor won't have it and I just don't care! I don't care if you're straight, gay, bisexual, trisexual, or if you sleep with goats, as long as you don't publish pictures of it on the Internet, that is! We got one rule, sorry if it discriminates but that's it, just one rule, NO PAEDOPHILES! Any problems with any of that, if any one is giving you grief in that direction, if anyone's comin' on to you or being a general arsehole and you don't think you can deal with it, 'specially if it's a senior officer, then talk to the guv'nor or talk to me. We WILL listen and we WILL do something!"

Jimmy pushed the fire doors into the car park open and then he threw something at her, which she instinctively caught. When she opened her hand she saw car keys. Brand new ones.

Jimmy was already standing by a gleaming silver saloon car.

He patted it lovingly.

"BMW 5 Series, 530i Sport, 3 litre petrol engine, servotronic steering. Bags of poke! It's been tweaked a bit, nought to sixty in five point five seconds, top speed two hundred miles an hour! Unmarked but it's got a siren and a stick on light!" Andrea stood looking at him, her eyes dancing and glittering with excitement. Already Jimmy was beginning to realise what floated her particular boat.

He watched her.

He watched her walk over to the car and touch it.

Touch it like it was human.

He had a handle on her now. Andrea was a perfectionist. If she set out to do something, then she did it well and not only did she do it well, she did it better than anyone else possibly could.

Jimmy walked up to her and said quietly,

"It's yours now, luv. It was gonna be mine but you'll treat it better than I ever could. It needs to be kept clean but you should be able to come to some arrangement with 'Andy Trevor, 'e'll do nearly anyfing for a cuppa tea! Oh and don't do what they did in Sweeney 2 and fill it with KFC boxes, old crisp packets and empty sandwich wrappers – please!" he was grinning but he knew she was close to tears, he could almost feel the emotion bubbling up inside her, he moved a little closer and whispered,

"Don't take this wrong but a little bird told me you were a bit worried about yer Barnet, about how short it was…" he had already noticed that all the time he had been speaking to her she had kept her peaked cap on, rather than take it off, as almost every other policeman did. Andrea put a finger to the corner of her eye, surreptitiously wiping away a tear, she grinned a lop sided grin.

"S'not that so much. Although when it gets to a certain length it starts to come out in clumps so I have to keep it short, but that's not the real problem. The real problem is, well look at it! It's the colour!" she raised her cap to reveal a smart one-inch crop that was uniformly grey. Now there were full-blown tears. She looked at Jimmy plaintively.

"Look at me! I'm only twenty-five. I can't dye it because it'll probably all fall out again! People call me a lesbian. I can't go in the pub, I can't go anywhere without a bloody hat on!" Jimmy looked at her. He didn't see a lesbian, he saw an attractive young woman with high cheekbones who just happened to have short grey hair. He thought she looked good but he knew he wasn't the only man or woman in the country and of course he wasn't Andrea who saw things differently

Very gently he took the cap from her outstretched hand, once again maintaining eye contact,

"You do now! At first, 'cos you're on probation, there'll always be someone with you but generally speakin', we tend to work in pairs anyway. I'm chucking this 'at away Andrea! Don't worry about Stores, we'll sort that out when the time comes!" He strolled over to the open metal shutters where the bins were kept and as he did so he realised just how close he had come to telling her to go and talk to Charlie about make up that would emphasise her eyes and lead people's gaze away from her hair. He reached the bins wondering if he would ever get used to life without Charlie, then he wondered quite how he was going to cope with it with her mother and finally he tossed Andrea's cap inside.

He walked slowly back to her and touched her on the arm.

"You're with US now gel." he said quietly, "Wear a baseball cap or whatever you wear when you're not on duty by all means but just give it a try. We'll be with you and if you can't take it, see me in a week. The guv'nor would call it a little exercise in self confidence, not that you seem to need THAT much, all right?" Andrea looked up at him, her teary eyes wide with trust and scepticism at the same time.

Jimmy smiled and put both his hands on her shoulders.

"Andrea, I just 'ope I look as good as you do when I go grey!" and he had no option but to put his arms around her as she snuggled up to him and began to cry.

*

Lady Heather was not one to stand on ceremony.

"Close the door Rodgers. Close the door, come forward and kneel at my feet!" Rodgers did exactly as he was told but she did not smile. She looked down on him, not quite disdainfully and extended her right arm, "You may kiss my hand!" once again he obeyed, taking her soft, white, outstretched hand in his and kissing it lovingly.

Lynn Hutchins was shocked; this man who had taken such control of her, who had tied and gagged and taken liberties with her, was now kneeling meekly at the feet of his Mistress, his eyes downcast, his hands by his sides. He waited, silent and unmoving; Lady Heather Franklin drew a deep breath.

"To say that I am displeased with you Rodgers is an understatement. Not only am I displeased but I am also extremely disappointed in you. Extremely disappointed Rodgers. Everything I work for hinges on this. Everything I work for hinges on you!" She looked down at the cowed butler and drew another, even deeper breath, " I need allies Rodgers, I need…" suddenly she seemed to lose patience. She raised her voice without warning,

"Stand up! Stand up immediately!" Rodgers did exactly as he was told and stood to attention in front of Lady Heather. She looked him up and down for a moment and then stared for a while at his buttoned fly and his high waisted trousers. She shook her head slowly and then she moved forward and put her hand against his trouser front. She studied the butler whose face was reddening, then she shook her head slowly.

"It doesn't matter how I scold you or who I do it in front of, does it Rodgers?" Rodgers hung his head but Lady Heather did not move her hand. Unexpectedly she shouted at him,

"ANSWER ME MAN! ANSWER ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!" His reply was immediate.

"No Madam!" she dropped her hand and began to walk around the hapless butler, her face a mask of contempt.

"And why is that Rodgers? Why does it not matter?" this time he spoke immediately,

"Because whoever you scold me in front of Madam, or however you do it, I never fail to have an erection!" Lady Heather continued to pace around the unfortunate man.

"Precisely Rodgers, precisely! And that is why you are now going to turn around and face Miss Hutchins." He looked at his Mistress for just a moment but he knew better than to argue.

He turned as ordered.

He was now only a few inches from the tied and gagged girl who lay bound to the horse in just her underwear. Lady Heather stopped and walked towards him. She brushed the front of his trousers once again and then she stared down at the butler.

"Has it hurt you today Rodgers?" He did not know where to look but Lady Heather was not to be denied. She said softly, "Answer me Rodgers, you know better than to disobey me!" the butler was already nodding his head.

"Yes Madam it HAS hurt me. Not a painful hurt, more of a kind of irritation really." She had turned her back on him and was now closing the drawer of a large bureau that stood beneath one of the windows. Rodgers could see that in her hand she was holding a crook handled cane. She stood behind Lynn Hutchins and almost absent-mindedly began to stroke her bare left buttock.

Insouciantly she looked at Rodgers and said,

"So you decided to try and relieve yourself by frotting against Miss Hutchins here." She paused and then finally she said almost sweetly, "Is that correct Rodgers?" Rodgers blushed deeply, hung his head and said,

"Yes Madam that is correct!" Lady Heather was now stroking Lynn's right buttock. She leaned forward and whispered to her,

"You should know Lynn that "frotting" is the act of rubbing oneself against another in a lewd and depraved manner. Quite often, the culprits are able to bring themselves to a climax by a relatively brief period of physical contact. It is already quite commonplace on the Metropolitan Railway and also on some of the busier Omnibus routes where the passengers have to stand for any length of time." She straightened up and then took several steps towards her errant butler, tapping the cane against her right leg as she did so. Standing very close to him now, she said quietly whilst looking at Lynn.

"Tell her why you do it Rodgers/. Explain to Miss Hutchins here, who is only bound and gagged temporarily by the way, explain to her just why you need to rub yourself against women and why you were rubbing against her only this afternoon, in such a disgusting manner." Rodgers hung his head and she poked the tip of the cane into his genitals.

"Answer me Rodgers," she said almost coaxingly, "Answer me and tell me exactly why you have this need." The butler opened his mouth to speak but Lady Heather caught him by the chin, "look at Miss Hutchins, Rodgers. Look at her because first you will explain and then you will beg her forgiveness! So you will give her the common courtesy of looking at her whilst you speak. Do I make myself clear?" Rodgers nodded,

"Yes Madam." Lady Heather was staring at him; she tapped the cane lightly against his right buttock.

"Well, go on then Rodgers, tell her and then beg her forgiveness." Sheepishly Rodgers began,

"Er, begging your pardon Miss and I know that it is wrong but sometimes, well sometimes, I just cannot help myself…" Lady Heather put the cane to his chin,

"Mmm, well said Rodgers! But it doesn't even begin to describe your, er, your little problem… does it?" Rodgers shook his head,

"No Madam it does not!" Standing next to him, Lady Heather looked at the butler and said archly,

"No it doesn't and I really don't think that words could ever describe it, do you?" the butler's eyes were already widening as he began to realise what Lady Heather was about to make him do but he stood silently, hands by his sides. Once again she tapped his buttocks with the came.

"Well, Rodgers," she asked with just the hint of a smile, "what do you think?" the butler suppressed a sigh.

"No Madam, words could not even begin to describe…" she broke in.

"Quite right Rodgers. Quite right. So what you are going to do is drop your trousers and show Miss Hutchins exactly why you were rubbing against her so disgracefully this afternoon and why you felt the necessity to touch her most private of parts." The butler's face was crimson, but Lady Heather was not finished, "You will then, Rodgers describe exactly what your arrangements are and WHY you are so arranged. Is that clear?" Rodgers stood rigid, eyes to the front. There was a moment's silence and then he said quietly

"Yes Madam!" Lady Heather grinned to herself.

"Good! Very good." Then she looked at him, "Well go on then! Don't just stand there man – drop your trousers!". It appeared that Rodgers knew better than to argue because already he was fumbling at his waistcoat. Lady Heather meanwhile had turned her attention to Miss Hutchins and even now was facing Rodgers as he undressed and gently stroking Lynn's bare and exposed buttocks at the same time. Already softened by the earlier attention that Heather had paid her, Lynn groaned through her gag and closed her eyes.

Quietly and thoughtfully Lady Heather said,

"Do you know what women who like other women are called Miss Hutchins?" Lynn did not react at all. Heather slipped a hand under Lynn's corset and continued to stroke her warm, soft skin. "They call them lesbians, Lynn. The Sisters of Lesbos! But that is only because they don't understand. Queen Victoria is said to have been frightened of them and refused to believe that they could possibly exist!"

Still stroking Lynn's back, Lady Heather moved forward and kissed her cheek,

"Perhaps Lynn that was because she was frightened of herself. Perhaps she may not have been quite the prude that people thought she was!" she kissed Lynn again and Lynn groaned and closed her eyes once more. Now Heather stood up and withdrew her hand, she looked straight at Rodgers who had now opened his waistcoat undone his braces and was beginning to lower his trousers, she spoke once more.

"You have to remember, Lynn, that lesbians exclusively love other women," She paused, "but it is perfectly possible, my dear Lynn, to love both Men AND women!" She dropped to her knees and took gentle hold of Lynn's head. "Look at him Lynn! Look at him!" she urged softly, "He is mine! Absolutely mine! I control him. I control him absolutely, but I also love him, as indeed I may well love you, Lynn Hutchins. Now look at him!" even through her gag Lynn managed a muffled cry, amazed at what she saw, she looked first at the butler and then at Lady Heather in disbelief.

Lady Heather turned the girls' head back towards Rodgers and said,

"Well Rodgers, I believe that you were going to describe yourself!" Heather held Lynn's head in both hands as the butler began to describe the very odd and very stringent way in which he and his manhood were secured. Not so embarrassed now, in fact, seemingly glad of the opportunity to unburden himself, Rodgers began.

"You must see, Miss Hutchins, that her Ladyship is my Mistress and I have willingly indentured myself to her. As you can see, part of my, er, enslavement, if you wish, is that I am not allowed to wear underwear of any kind. That is not a problem because, as you can also see my, er, my gentalia are secured in such a way that my lack of, erm, support, is never noticed." Lady Heather had put down the cane and was now walking towards the butler once more. She stood next to him and almost lovingly began to stroke his penis and his testicles, which, although they had been semi erect throughout the proceedings, now began to harden considerably. Pleased that the butler had made a start, Lady Heather now took up the explanation.

"You see Lynn, I am a strong woman, much TOO strong for some people's tastes, but I need people behind me. People who will work for me and Rodgers does just that. His is loyal and he is obedient," she looked at him archly, "most of the time! But occasionally, very occasionally, he strays." Still stroking his rapidly hardening penis, Lady Heather turned to him and said, "tell Miss Hutchins about the way your genitalia are pierced Rodgers, as you can see, she is fascinated!"

It was true.

Lynn was staring at his fully erect penis unable; it seemed, to take her eyes off of it. Despite his predicament the butler gave a small cough and began,

"As you can see Miss, I have my urethra pierced in a style known as the Prince Albert because the Old Queen encouraged the Prince Consort to have one for reasons of cleanliness. The ring in the glans of my penis is used, as you can also see, to attach the penis to a very fine chain which in turn runs to the rings in my pierced nipples…" under other circumstances it might be funny but Lynn was amazed and somehow excited.

The butler's penis, which even now was being gently stroked by Lady Heather, was held permanently upright by a chain that ran from the small rings in his nipples to the urethra of his manhood but that was not all. Around his testicles were two large steel rings. They had a flat joining piece in the middle of them, which appeared to have a tiny keyhole in it. They fitted securely just above his testicles and emphasised them, making them appear larger and much more livid than they actually were.

At the base of his cock was what appeared to be steel ring, approximately an inch and a half in diameter. Towards the top and just below the fraenum was another ring, smaller and in gold, which could almost have been a wedding band.

It fitted snugly under the head.

Lady Heather was now lightly weighing the butler's ball sac in her delicate hand. His penis appeared to be enormous. It was red and angry and the very sight of it caused Lynn to shiver because suddenly she wanted it inside her.

She wanted to experience that hardness.

She wanted the satisfaction of having the man who had taken liberties with her being forced to give HER pleasure.

For once in her life she saw that pleasure as being her right.

She was not to be denied.

With a start she realised that the butler was still speaking,

"…it amuses my Mistress to use this device to keep me chaste, Miss Hutchins and I most humbly apologise for what I did to you earlier, it was unforgivable but if it is any consolation at all, although you may have felt my erect penis against you, I can assure that this device does not allow me to ejaculate in any way!" Lynn's eyes widened with amazement.

"He's right Lynn!" she looked to her right and saw Lady Heather stepping out of her dress and she drew a breath as best she could through the cloth that stifled her speech.

Beneath her outer attire, this proud, haughty and noble woman was dressed like a common showgirl.

She was wearing a striped, red and cream silk corset that was nipped in tightly at the waist, emphasising her curves and ended just underneath her prominent breasts, allowing the vast majority of them to jut forward provocatively. She was wearing black long stockings attached by eight suspenders to the corset and it was now obvious that she wore shoes with a very high heel.

But what really shocked Lynn Hutchins were the tiny and obviously damp little silk pants that she wore to preserve what was left of her modesty. They too were red but it was her obvious excitement that made Lynn Hutchins blush.

Now Heather strolled towards her, seemingly happy to be rid of her outer garments. When she touched her bare bottom this time it was as if someone had applied a jolt of electricity to her skin. She walked round to the front of the horse so that Lynn could get a better view of her.

Lynn could only stare at the ever-darkening patch on the front of Lady Heather's underwear. Lightly she put a hand under her chin and drew her head upwards.

"You see, Lynn, I keep my butler chaste at all times. His cock and his balls are MINE and they are permanently locked, although," she grinned and pulled a small ring from the bust of her corset, between her large creamy breasts, "I do of course keep the keys because I, after all, AM a woman and women DO have needs and when I NEED my butler I chain him to the bed upstairs and I use him." Lynn blinked in amazement, "I use him Lynn but unlike a lot of MEN, I make sure that HE enjoys it too." Coquettishly she walked away from Lynn Hutchins and strolled in her finery to wards the cowed butler. She stopped at another bureau for a moment and pulled out what appeared to be a length of white cord.

She stood behind Rodgers.

"Hands behind your back!" she commanded and the butler obeyed instantly. In a matter of seconds Lady Heather Franklin had looped the rope, slipped one end through that loop and then dextrously tied Rodger's hands together behind his back.

If anything it seemed to make his penis swell even more.

If Lynn had thought that she could not possibly see anything else more improbable that night, then she was wrong. As she watched, Lady Heather delicately dropped her tiny silk pants to her ankles revealing, unbelievably, a shaven Mons Veneris. If it could have done, Lynn's jaw would have dropped as she saw, for the first time, the completely bare labia of another woman.

She bent delicately, picked up the pants, said without preamble,

"Open Rodgers!" and stuffed the obviously damp underwear into his mouth. She packed it delicately, making sure, as best she could, that he would not be able to spit them out once they were in.

When his mouth was finally stuffed to her satisfaction, she turned to the astonished girl on the padded horse and began to touch the unfortunate man's penis once more; it did not seem to have gone down at all.

"In a moment Lynn," she said quietly, "Rodgers is going to repay you for what he did to you through earlier. I can assure you that you WILL enjoy it and that he is also scrupulously clean. You may also have gathered that those rings, particularly the one at the base of his penis which is lined with tiny horse hairs, do not allow him to subside once he has achieved an erection, which they DO allow. It is uncomfortable and very, very frustrating which is why, sadly, he took his frustration out on you this afternoon!"

Suddenly she was business like.

"Come Rodgers. Come with me now because you are about to give Lynn the fucking that she so richly deserves." Lynn drew a breath as this woman of character, this well bought up and moneyed woman used a word that only street people were supposed to use.

It only served to add to her arousal.

She could feel and hear them behind her now but she could not see them. She could only guess that Lady Heather was opening the locks that kept Rodgers under her very strict control and it came as a total surprise when his stiff and erect penis slid comfortably into her warm, moist haven.

She gasped in both surprise and pleasure.

"Fuck her Rodgers! Fuck her! And make sure she enjoys it. Make sure she enjoys it in the same way that I always do and don't let your punishment distract you!" as soon as Lady Heather broke off, so Lynn heard the swish and vicious thwack of the cane, presumably on Rodger's exposed buttocks.

It only added to her pleasure.

Each stroke of the cane seemed to drive Rodgers to greater heights and he was still fucking her and still filling her deeply when they reached cut number twelve. She had been expecting him to cry out in pain but he didn't, he just fucked her and fucked her and continued to fuck her slowly and surely and it was with certain dismay that she heard the strange sound of a bell.

Loud and insistent she knew it needed a response.

Lady Heather had already put down her cane and was now walking towards the door of the small, almost claustrophobic and dimly lit room. It was with shock that Lynn Hutchins suddenly realised that Lady Heather had changed. She had even less clothing on than before and now she was barefoot.

She was barefoot, she had a strange item of clothing on that seemed to keep her hands hugged to her chest and she also wore some kind of occlusive helmet.

With mounting horror Lynn noticed that Lady Heather's feet no longer appeared to touch the floor. The door opened on its own and with it came a warm draught of strangely scented air. She could not believe what she saw in what should have been the passage of Lady Heather Franklin's smart house in Arbour Square, Stepney, because what she saw was a vast concrete tunnel. A kind of cavern. A huge, empty cavern with strange signs on the walls.

One thing however had not changed and that was Rodgers. He was still ploughing into her and she knew that it would not belong before she climaxed. Now she could hear something else

She could hear a voice calling her.

A familiar voice,

"Linda! Linda! Wake up! Wake up for Christ's sake. Wake up before you have a bloody heart attack or something! Wake up you daft cow!"

And her world seemed to shatter into a thousand pieces as she climaxed and lost consciousness at the same time.

*

It was a dream. I knew it was a dream even while I was dreaming it but try as I might I could not get out of it. I just could not break away. When I did finally rouse I was disorientated but not so disorientated that I wasn't aware of an uncomfortably hard erection and, as I gradually regained consciousness, of a hand gently inciting that erection to further hardness.

Amy was close to me, very close. One hand resting on my back, the other gently and sensually stroking my, so hard it was painful, penis. I tried to speak but she put a finger to my lips and shushed me.

"That's some dream you've been having there, big guy. You got your ass caned…" she kissed me softly on the lips, "and you gave that girl one hell of a fucking!" she kissed me again and all the while her hand was soothing it's way up and down my fiercely erect shaft, making my spine tingle, making it hard to breathe at some points. I should have been embarrassed that she had overheard it all and that I had been talking in my sleep but I wasn't, in fact I wasn't embarrassed at all.

Just very, very, aroused.

She nuzzled my neck and then she kissed me again.

"What about those piercings?" she was almost giggling, "You ever had one? The one you were describing in your sleep was one helluva job but lots of people have Prince Alberts. Very popular amongst gay men," she looked at me archly. "But what you or whoever you were had…" if she meant to distract me then her plan worked perfectly because before I knew it she was rolling me onto my back and lifting one leg so that she could ease herself on top of me and mount me properly,

She didn't need a lot of help. My bone hard penis slipped easily into her warm and already lubricated vagina. Then our arms were around each other and we were kissing with a passion I hadn't felt since Sheila and I got drunk one night, a long time ago.

"How's your back?" she whispered.

"It's fine, it really is!" I lied, also mindful of the fact that Kitten was only a hairsbreadth away from us. At that moment she unleashed a series of earth moving snores that told us that she was at least still alive and relatively okay.

I looked up at Amy; she looked so sexy hovering just above me, her hair hanging down, those massive breasts just touching my chest. So sexy and so in control. For a moment I considered rolling her over and fucking her, fucking her hard and not too fast but I obviously gave myself away because she put out a restraining hand and kissed me again.

"Oh no! " she said forcefully, "You're having dreams where you're caned and forced to fuck women, so you can do just as I say! Now lay back and let ME fuck YOU!" I quivered and I took a deep breath because the feeling of Amy's soft moist cavern around my hard straining cock had combined with what she had just said to almost tip me over the edge.

I breathed hard and dragged myself back but I needn't have worried because just as Amy began to fuck me slowly and rhythmically with a huge grin on her face, so my mobile phone rang.

I hesitated for a moment but she hissed at me,

"Answer it! It might be important!" then she grinned, " don't worry, I ain't going anywhere!" and collapsed on top of me. My wet penis flopped out into fresh air but to my mounting horror Amy's bare bum was now looming a few inches from my face and as I picked up the phone an equally warm and equally wet and inviting mouth replaced her warm, wet, inviting vagina.

"Hi! Bill Rodgers," I had hardly finished speaking

"Don't you ever answer your damn phone?" For reasons not obvious to Liz Fisher I felt very laid back at that moment.

"Hi Liz, everything okay?" Her voice was disbelieving.

"No! This is not right! This is not you. The Bill Rodgers I know would be climbing the walls by now, unless…unless. Oh no! Oh bloody hell! You're having sex, you dirty bastard! You're shagging…" then the penny seemed to drop. "You've had that dream! The same dream as Linda. She climaxed again, climaxed in the fucking hospital and woke up sopping bloody wet and you; you must have a fucking enormous hard on! Tell me Bill! Tell me about it! It's got to be her…it must be!" it hadn't occurred to me at all that this was what Liz had been talking about earlier, she carried on anxiously, "Linda woke up about fifteen minutes ago, at one point she was screaming so much I thought she was going to bloody die! She was a prostitute," there was a slight pause and I could imagine Liz at her most haughty, looking Linda up and down, "She was a prostitute and you were a butler, a dirty fucking butler who had his cock pierced and was a slave to Lady Aitch…" Amy's tongue was doing things to the end of my penis that I didn't think possible. "..Bill! Bill! Listen to me, bugger you! Tell her in the nicest possible way to stop doing whatever it is she's doing to your knob and let me fucking talk for Chrissake!" years of working in Television meant that Liz knew how to project her voice. Even now Amy was crawling back to me, her mouth open and her eyes shining with lust. She eased herself against me, putting her slightly cold arm around me, letting me feel her cold tits. Liz in London, unable to see what was happening, was letting frustration get the better of her.

"Can you hear me Bill? Answer me fuck you, …" I did my best to keep her calm.

"Yes Liz, I'm back. I heard everything and you're right. It's how you described it." Now and only now was the full impact of what had happened sinking in. How could two people have almost exactly the same dream at almost exactly the same time? I'd never heard of it. "But Liz, how? It doesn't make any sense!" Liz was already talking over me.

"It does Bill. It DOES make sense. I see it every day in television. She was transmitting…" I was stumped.

"Who was?" Liz snorted.

"She was. Heather was. She was transmitting, she was sending out that dream to the two people closest to her…" that couldn't be right.

I could understand Heather and Linda and even me and Linda but me and Heather? We got on fine but I didn't see her THAT often. Liz was obviously thinking, "Bill, what happened at the end? At the end of the dream?" I had to think too,

"Er, she left us. The doorbell rang and she left us. She walked out through the door. She left it open. It should have opened onto another room but it didn't. It didn't Liz; she walked out of the room and into a tunnel. A concrete bloody tunnel with…" but it was as far as I got.

Liz was thinking out loud.

" Doorbells! Doorbells in Edwardian times? Did they have them? But that's exactly what Linda says. She was still tied down but she saw Heather sort of float out of the room, but the way she was dressed had changed and she kind of floated off into something that she says looked like the Jubilee line, all concrete caverns and…FUCK! That's it! Concrete caverns, concrete tunnels. God! I'm almost as thick as you two! Don't you see, Bill? Oh, I think Linda's got it at last! She, Heather I mean, she's trying to communicate with you. She's trying to send out a message." Liz's voice took on a triumphant tone, "She's trying to tell the pair of you where she is!"

*

Liz took off her glasses and stared jubilantly at Linda.

"I know I'm right! I know I am!" Linda walked over to the bed and sat on it. She gently plucked the phone from Liz's hand and looked at it

"You've lost him you silly cow. You've cut him off!" Liz had the good grace to look slightly embarrassed.

"Sorry! It was the heat of the moment. I'll call him back in a minute, when he's finished his fuck. But don't you see?" Linda was already standing up. She had a finger to her lips.

"Yes Liz! I see. I DO see…" she crossed to the door and pulled it open but there was no one there. She turned back to her and said brusquely

"Danni. What time does she come on?" Liz thought for a moment.

"She's on nights, she went off about eight this morning so I suppose she'll be back again at about eight tonight, why?" but Linda was already stalking out of the room and down the wood lined corridor hospital corridor and Liz was searching for Jimmy Clarke's mobile phone number.

*

She had already decided that the Ladies would be the best place to do this. She locked the door of the cubicle and speed dialled.

The voice answered almost immediately.

"Yes?"

"Oh, er, hi! It's me, Danni!"

"You've got something for me?"

"Yes, yes I have, it's not a lot…"

"I'll be the judge of that. Just tell me!"

"Well, Linda, you know, her friend, Liz's friend? She's had this dream… and the guy? You know, the one in New York? He's friends with both of them… Well, he's had it too..."

"Go on."

"Well it seems as if…" but at that precise moment she was interrupted by the harsh sound of wood splintering.

She looked up in surprise and shock only to see the door of the cubicle crashing back against the wall. Before she could even cry out in surprise a leather gloved hand had snatched the phone from her hand and dropped it into the toilet bowl. It was that very same hand that punched her over and over again, each blow hitting her hard and painfully in the face until finally, unable to take any more, she collapsed on the floor unconscious, blood already beginning to stream from her nose and trickle from the corner of her mouth.

© Wallace 2005. The writer maintains the right to be recognised as the author of this piece. This is a work of fiction and bears no resemblance to any places, either real or imaginary or any people or characters real or fictitious, living or dead.

February 2005