Chapter 5
In Paris Jean talked to an American, John Slocum, who had done work for him before, and he told the man that he wanted Ann kidnapped, and brought to France for his pleasure. It was not that he wanted her that badly, but rather that he was very angry at the way that she had outwitted him and knew that he had to seek his revenge. Had she given in to him in Paris when they had first met he would probably have used her for his pleasure for perhaps a month, and would then have let her go. But now he knew that when he got her he would keep her for a while, and he burned with lust and with anger as he thought of what she had done to him.
Slocum took the Concorde to New York, and he was there on Tuesday afternoon, staying at the Pierre, and enjoying life on the money that he had been given for expenses. He lazed around the room and took a nap, and then he started to think of how he would get the bitch whom he had been sent to kidnap. He knew that she liked to dominate, and he decided that he would get to know her, let her enslave him, and then rebel and take her away. He had brought some pentothal, and a hypodermic, and he knew that once he had drugged her he could call a certain number, and then men would come and put her on a French freighter, and that would be the last that she saw of New York, at least for a while. He decided to simply watch her for a couple of days, and then to meet her on the weekend.
He went out, and had a decent meal, though Paris had spoiled him as far as food was concerned. The coffee in America, he thought, was just not the same. Then he walked back up to the hotel, and watched television for a while, and then he knew that he would spend some of his money on a whore. He knew that he could pick up a sex paper and call an escort service, but that was too risky, since you never knew what you were getting, and besides, the Pierre was not the kind of hotel where one of those girls would have an easy time. But he had the number of an exclusive whorehouse, that he patronized when he was in New York, and he was sure that on a Tuesday night there would be no problem getting an appointment. He said that he wanted two girls for two hours, and set it up for ten.
He knew that with Greek his party would run him close to five hundred, since the base price for one girl for an hour was one twenty five, and he put five fifty in an envelope in his breast pocket, and hopped a cab up to Park Avenue in the eighties, where the house occupied a duplex in a building where the tenants did not suspect what went on there. He walked in, and saw that there were three girls working and that they all were stunning. He relaxed with a Scotch, and looked them over.
Jennifer was about five-five, with a pouty face, dark hair, great legs and tits that made him hot. Mary was a small red head, who looked like she would never quit. And Sara was a tall, busty blonde, who swung her legs seductively as she looked at him.
The girls liked the way that he looked, slim and lean and tough, and they liked the fact that he was relaxed, and they could tell that he would not be a problem. Of course, the clientele of the house was screened carefully enough so that a problem from a trick was unlikely, and besides there was a bouncer with his dog behind the scenes. But he was not old and fat, and though they were pros they felt a little touch of lust as they looked at him. Besides, they knew that he had a lot of cash to spend, and it was a Tuesday, a slow night, and they could use the money. They got half of the price, and sometimes hustled the Johns for tips, although they were not supposed to.
Finally he picked Jennifer and Sara, since he liked them bosomy, and they took him to a lavish bedroom, with a bathroom off it. "What kind of party are you interested in?" said Sara, and he paid for the two of them for two hours, French and straight and Greek, and the two girls sucking each other. That was four fifty, and he tipped them each fifty up front. They told him to strip and shower, and left him. He took a quick shower, and he lay down on the bed, and his cock was hard and dripping.
They came back in and smiled at his erection and then they looked over his cock, pumping it a little to make sure that there was no discharge. Then, silently, they stripped, and Sara lay down on the bed and started to suck his cock, and he motioned to Jennifer to sit on his face. Sara sucked him slowly, and her mouth was very wet and warm, and he could tell that she did not have a piece of rubber in her mouth, and she was good at what she was doing. He started to drip in her mouth, and from time to time she would turn her head to spit. But she sucked him slowly and well, and played with his balls while she did so.
He sucked hard on the cunt of Sara, and she sat quite still as he did that, and he knew that part of their style was not to show any emotion. But he licked the cunt that was in his face skillfully, and sucked up the whole area around the clit into his mouth, and soon she was dripping, and her clit was hard between his lips. It was a big clit, and soon she was breathing harder, and moaning, and he looked up and he saw that her tits were getting hard. Sara was still blowing him, moving her wet mouth slowly over his cock, concentrating like the expert that she was on the underside of the head of his cock. She toyed with his balls, and she felt herself getting just a touch aroused although she had had so many cocks in her mouth that she hardly got a thrill from sucking one anymore.
He liked the total anonymity of the sex, the fact that he had paid and that there would not be any morning after, any phone calls, any talk of love. For he had found that so many women who fancied themselves liberated really longed for love, and would cling like hell to someone who picked them up and showed them a good time. Sara blew him harder, and as his climax approached Jennifer got off his face, and he arched his hips off the bed on which he was lying, and soon he shot, coming hard, and Sara took his come in her mouth, and then she went to the bathroom to spit it out.
He lay on the bed, and the two girls lay around naked next to him, smoking, and they talked a little. He said that he was in New York on business, and they had no reason to doubt it, for the suit was custom made and so were the shoes, and they knew that money was not a problem for him. They did not care, really, who he was, as long as he paid and did not hassle them. About twenty minutes were gone of his time, and he knew that he would come again, after he watched the two of them sucking each other off. So he told them to do that, and they started, trying not to show any pleasure. But they were getting sort of hot, and soon they gave up trying to hide it, and he watched with lust as they slid and slithered against each other, and soon the room smelled of their wet cunts. They were really hot and he knew that they were coming, and he knew better than to talk about it, for there was the matter of their pride. He was hard again, and he knew that he would fuck one of them up the ass-hole, and that he would have to use a rubber to do that, but after all it could not be helped, and he did not care.
He picked Jennifer, and she got on all fours on the bed, and Sara slipped the rubber on him, and smeared some jelly around its tip, and greased the other girl's ass-hole, and then he was pushing his cock into her ass. He slid in easily, and he knew that she had taken a lot of cock up her rear, and he liked that, liked knowing that she was a whore, who made no pretense about the value of sex. He knew other women in New York, who would fuck him if he took them to Le Grenouille, and then perhaps dancing at the Rainbow room, with a nightcap somewhere else, but he did not want to put up with the bullshit, with pretending that he cared about them.
He cared about some women, the ones who could think and who could take care of themselves, the ones who would take cash instead of dinner, or who would fuck him without the bullshit, expecting nothing more than mutual pleasure. But soon he did not think about anything except the ass-hole of the hooker whom he was fucking, and he rammed her hard, his big cock hurting her a little, but she was a pro, and did not complain. He fucked her ass-hole for a long time, and although he was close he kept slipping away, off the edge, and finally he stopped, and he had Jennifer blow him, and found an extra twenty so that Sara would rim him while he got is cock sucked.
Finally he came, and there were a few minutes left, but he didn't care, and he showered again, and dressed, and went back to the hotel to sleep. He was sated and thought now only of the job at hand, of taking Ann back to France. He knew that he would have to kiss her boots to get close to her, and he did not like that, for if he got into that sort of thing, it was in the other direction. But he was getting well-paid, and he did not really care. He watched an old movie for a while, and then he slept, thinking that he would watch the office tomorrow and see where she went for lunch.
Sofie and Ann spent Wednesday on business, but Sofie found time to tell her friend about the new slave whom she had, and both women found that they were getting hot and excited as they thought about punishing Brent, and about how he looked in the clothes that they made him wear, and that excited him so much. They knew that he was a true submissive, and they liked that, and felt a kind of affection for him. Ann and Sofie went to a decent restaurant in the neighborhood, and Slocum spotted them and took i table as close to them as he could get.
He made no attempt to pick Ann up. but he spent some time eyeing her shoes, until he was sure that she noticed, and he turned away and made himself blush when she wiggled her toes as he watched. The heads of the two women went together, and he could tell that they were talking about him and they laughed. He knew that they both were interested. In fact, he sensed that they were ready to pick him up right then and there, but he left before they had a chance, knowing that that would increase the mystery.
'Who is he?" said Ann. "I've never seen him around, but he is sure good-looking and I am sure that he was getting into my feet. Did you see the way that he blushed? I bet he dreams of being dominated, and that we could have him. Do you know who he is? Ever seen him around?"
"No I haven't," said Sofie, "But maybe he's just in New York on business. That would be OK if he is here for a while. But unless he shows up here again we'll never know Tell you what, let's eat here tomorrow and see if he shows; and if he does, we'll see. But if he is not here, forget it, I've got a slave at home, and there are lots of them around."
Slocum had been chatting at the register, out of sight but not out of hearing of the two women, and he smiled to himself as he listened to their conversation, and he knew that he had them. But there was one problem: he wanted to be with Ann alone, since if he was with both of them it would be difficult. But he had baited the trap, and spent the rest of the day wandering around the city, and stayed in that night, watching old movies. He did not drink, since he had decided that he would make his move on the next day, and he wanted a clear head.
As Slocum lay in his hotel room Ann and Sofie were in Sofie's apartment, both of them hot, ready to continue with the training of Brent. Both women wore black boots, and nothing else, and held riding crops. Their tits heaved with passion as they thought about the slave whom they were to punish, and they knew that they would make him crawl for them, and then they went to his bedroom where he was still tied to the bed. His cock was hard when they came in, and they smiled at that, and they moved to where he lay and then sat down on the bed.
Ann had brought the panties that she had worn that day, and she rubbed them over Brent's face as he lay on the bed. "Does the little worm like the smelly panties of his mistress? Look a the way that his cock is twitching as he sniffs them. I bet he wants to wear them, but his fat ass would wreck them. Let's jerk him off into them, and then make him lick them off, and then he can be the little girl that he wants to be. Come on Sofie baby, play with his cock, and make sure that you pinch it while you jerk him off. I want him to come but I sure don't want it to feel too good."
Sofie nodded, and the cunts of both of the women were wet with lust, and Sofie started to whack off her slave into Ann's soiled panties. Brent moaned with lust as he felt her hands on his cock, and soon he was dripping, and she liked mat, and she sighed for a moment with passion. But then she dug her nails into his cock, and now his moans were those of pain and not pleasure, and while she hurt his cock Ann moved to his chest, and started to pinch his nipples. Just when he started to lose his erection from the pain the two women would back off and get him hot again, and then they would start to hurt him all over again. They loved the way that they were teasing him, and they would have done it all night, except they wanted to see him in his maid's outfit. So finally Sofie worked his cock hard, and did not hurt it, and Ann stopped hurting his nipples, and simply watched.
He moaned, and he grunted, and strained against the bonds that held him to the bed, and soon his cock swelled, and he groaned with passion. Sofie slipped two of her strong fingers up the ass-hole of her slave, and that did it, for a few seconds after she did that he moaned and then she was watching impassively as he shot into Ann's panties. But though she kept her face expressionless, for the sake of her slave, her cunt was wet, and she knew that she needed to be sucked that night. But that would come later, and now she and Ann wanted to see him lick the panties clean.
"Mmmmmm, the little pig-likes to lick his come from my shit-stained panties, doesn't he?" said Ann, and she smiled cruelly down at her slave, who was moaning with lust as he licked his semen from the smelly nylon. Sofie watched with delight as her friend made sure that he got them clean, and then they released him from the bed, so that he could be dressed in the clothes that were ready for him. He was stiff from being tied up, but hot with anticipation of what was to come.
First they put on a bra and panties onto the slave, and he moaned with lust at the feel of the clothing that he was wearing, and he longed to look at himself in a mirror, and his cock was getting hard again, even though he had come so recently. The two women loved the way that he looked, and they knew that they just had to spank him, and the thought of spanking that panty-clad ass was a turn-on for both of them.
Sofie led the way to the living room and then she took him over her knee and she started to let him have it. At first he felt only pleasure from being so close to the wet cunt of his mistress, from feeling the way that she moved.
He gasped and whimpered with the pain that he felt, and then she started to hit him so hard that-the excitement that he felt from wearing the women's clothing went away, and then he bit his lip to keep from crying out, for he knew that if he made a fuss his punishment would be so much worse that he could not take it. Sofie's face was hot and sweaty, both with the exertions that she was making as she hit the ass of her slave, and also with the lust that she felt in her cunt. Ann watched, and she flexed her toes beneath the leather of her high boots. He was struggling now to keep from yelling and screaming, and tears of pain started to run freely down his cheeks. These tears just inflamed the lusts of the hot cunt who was hitting him all the more, and she loved the way that his ass was red beneath the panties that she was making him wear. He moaned and he groaned and he continued to cry, but she did not let up until a cramp in the arm with which she was hitting him forced her to stop. Then she looked at Ann, wondering if her friend wanted a turn at the slave, but Ann had gotten so turned on by watching the way in which Sofie had punished Brent that she was toying with her wet cunt, and she was lost to the world around her.
Sofie was hot too, but she wanted Brent in his maid's outfit, and she took him to her bedroom and made him get dressed. She saw that he was having less trouble with the shoes, and she loved the way that he looked, and he did too. For now that his ass was no longer getting hit his cock was hard again, and he throbbed with lust from the feel of the feminine clothing that he was wearing. He longed to touch his cock, to play with it under his skirt, but Sofie would not let him do that.
Sofie led him back to the living room where Ann, who had come once while the others were in the bedroom, smiled with lusty delight at the sight of the slave dressed as he was. She looked at the way that his cock was making a tent out of the front of the skirt, and she slapped at the tip of the bulge, and smiled cruelly at the way that he winced when she did that. She and Sofie made him kneel in front of them, and he licked their boots, and they sat very still while he did that, savoring the power and the control that they had over him. Finally they had had enough of that, and they had him stand up and start to dust the living room. While he was busy with that they were so hot that they forgot about him for the time being, and started to play with their wet cunts.
Ann, who had been playing with her cunt already, was opened wide and very gooey, and she slipped two fingers in and out of her cunt and they made loud noises that got both her and Sofie even hotter than they had been. Sofie too started to play with her cunt, and soon both women were writhing with lust and passionate depravity on the couch on which they sat. Sofie thought for a moment that they should suck each other off, as indeed they had done many a time, but both of them were so far gone with lust that they simply kept on playing with their cunts, moaning with lust as they did so.
Brent was still dusting around the room lurching a little in the heels that he was wearing, and from time to time, seeing that the two women were far gone with desire, he reached a hand under the skirt that he wore and played with his cock. He was careful not to come, however, for he knew that he would be punished severely if he did that. But the two women did not notice that he was playing with himself, and simply leaned back, eyes closed and boots creaking a little as they writhed with the pleasure that they were giving to themselves with their fingers. The smell of hot cunt filled the air, and Brent, as he inhaled that smell, thought that it was the sexiest scent that he had ever encountered. In fact, the smell of the leather of the boots that the two women wore mixed with the smell of hot cunt, and to this was added the smell of the clothes that Brent was wearing, and he was, as it were, drunk with desire from the odors that assailed his nostrils. In other words, his cock was so hard that he could hardly keep from coming just from the friction of the panties as they rubbed against it.
Sofie played hard with her throbbing clit, and then she slipped one of her fingers up her ass-hole, and she moaned with pleasure when she did that, and moved her ass hard against the couch on which she sat. The sounds of her flesh moving against the fabric of the couch, added to the smells of the room, made the two women and their slave hotter than they had been, and soon the women were moaning loudly and coming from the pleasure that they were giving themselves with their fingers. Brent kept dusting, but then he got so hot that he simply watched the two of them, and he longed to whack off as he watched.
Then Sofie saw that he was watching, and that his cock was hard as a rock, and she knew that she would punish him later for what he was doing, watching and not dusting, but for the moment she wanted to see his cock, and so she had him take it out and whack it off onto Ann's boots while she watched. This sight made her so hot that she came almost continuously, and she sighed and grunted and moaned with the lust that was filling her cunt with juice, that raced through her blood like fire. Ann too was hot and gooey, and her fingers were working faster than it seemed possible around and around in her cunt. She was transfixed by the sight of the slave who was jerking off onto her boot, and she could not resist kicking his cock a couple of times, and she laughed as he moaned with pain then. She wanted to see it come though, and so she stopped hurting him, and just let him beat his meat, and Sofie watched him waiting with parted lips to see him shoot.
Watching men masturbate for them was one of the things that the two women loved about being dominant, and the sight of a man dressed as a woman whacking off onto a black leather spike-heeled boot was heaven for them indeed. Brent's hand flew faster and faster along the slick shaft of his cock, and soon he knew that he was going to shoot a second time. But then Ann, sensing that he was going to shoot, told him to hold off, and to do it for as long as he could. She wanted to torture him like this, and she also wanted to play with her cunt for a long time while she watched her slave in action. Sofie liked the decision of her friend, and the cunts of both women were wide-open and filled with fingers as the slave played carefully with his cock. It was indeed the action of which Brent, prior to his meeting with Sofie, had only dreamed.
Finally Brent could not hold out any longer, and he moaned loudly and he shot all over the boots of his mistress. Ann watched him come with satisfaction, and then as always he had to lick up his come. After he had done he was sent to clean the kitchen, for he was not only a sex-slave but a housemaid as well. The two women showered and then Ann went home, while Sofie sat around and made sure that her new maid did a good job of cleaning. Finally she sent him to his room, and she did not tie him up, but let him alone for the night. He jerked off again after she had left him, thinking of the boots of his mistress. Sofie went to sleep pleased with the night.
Ann too was happy with the way that things had gone, and as she fell asleep she found that she was thinking about the handsome stranger whom she had seen that day while eating lunch with Sofie. She thought about whipping the shit out of him and him liking it, and then of if his cock was big, and things like that. She knew that he was attracted to her, and she was almost sure that she could talk him into being dominated, even if he did not know much about that. Her cunt got wet again as she thought about him, and she wondered if he would be there the next day. Then at last she slept, dreaming of Basil in England, and then tossing as she dreamt of her escape from Paris. She woke up sweaty, and then she fell back asleep, and slept peacefully until the morning.
Slocum rose early, and he readied the hypodermic, and slipped it into his pocket. He carried nothing else other than this needle, no weapons. He did not want to risk getting caught with concealed weapons on him, and he was good enough at unarmed combat so that he was sure that he could take Ann even if Sofie was with her. He did not really look forward to being dominated, but he knew that it was the surest way to get into a position in which he could kidnap Ann. He spent the morning making arrangements. He had Ann's home address, and he was counting on going there, and he arranged for three men, a driver and two others, to be nearby that night, and he told them to call her apartment at midnight. He thought then that it would have been better to carry a transmitter, but again he had decided that that would be too risky, since it might slip out of his clothing when he was with Ann, and then things might get a little messy. But he knew that she would sleep for a few hours from the dose he was going to give her, and he did not worry much.