Chapter 9

Madelaine Hildebrand-Smythe dangled, naked, from the hook of an electric hoist three feet clear of the tiled floor of Kim's ultra-modern 'dungeon'. Present at her interrogation was my sister-in-law, her clients' accountant and the Turk. The Turk had a stock whip ready to help Madelaine remember things. I watched the performance on the closed-circuit TV which recorded multiple views of the facility.

The woman I had so recently fucked answered every question promptly. She confessed to planning to abscond with her husband's partner with a fortune belonging to the clients. She didn't give the Turk the excuse he wanted to flay her but recited details of bank account numbers, passwords and timings without hesitation. After about an hour the accountant said he was satisfied. The Turk grinned and flexed his muscles but he was not permitted to satisfy his sadistic urges. Instead, Madelaine was made an offer she couldn't refuse.

The accountant explained that the costs incurred in recovering the stolen money would be recuperated by the sale of all Hildebrand-Smythe assets - cars, boats, house, the lot.

'If you cooperate fully in the disposal of said assets, you and your daughter will be - er - permitted to live, ' said the little man. 'Employment will be found for both of you and there is no reason why you should not - er - eventually, prosper.'

Madelaine croaked her agreement and Kim whispered something to the grey-suited representative. He smiled thinly and nodded. Kim lowered the naked woman, unhooked her from the hoist, and led her to where the accountant sat.

'On your knees!' ordered Kim. 'Show your gratitude for such generous treatment by fellating our friend here!' Madelaine didn't hesitate. As the accountant unzipped his pants she leant forward and, tenderly it seemed, took his rather soft-looking dick in her mouth. He came within a minute or two and wiped his sticky, limp, prick in Madelaine's hair. Turk led her away to join Mellissa in the cells.

'You're right, Madam, ' said the accountant, 'She will make an excellent whore!'

It was necessary for Madelaine and Mellissa to be seen at their mansion while the estate was parceled up and sold off. Once the servants had been dismissed, the presence of a Hildebrand-Smythe was required only infrequently to answer the telephone, sign a paper or brush off a curious acquaintance (they had few friends). I was appointed jailer.

Most of the time the women were secured in the cellar next to the boiler room. They shared a large mattress brought below stairs for their comfort and my pleasure. After a couple of days they learned that their tears only fueled my taste for rough sex and they began to accept their new status as fuck-toys with a degree of resignation.

I found that if I fucked Madelaine first it made her daughter hornier than an alley-cat. As a preliminary I usually made the erstwhile virgin help me spread her mother's legs apart and stroke her exposed pubic mound before giving it a French kiss. The women's pubic hair was trimmed to a neat stubble, which made it easier for me to see Mellissa part her 'Mummy's' labia major and tongue her inner lips and clitoris.

When Madelaine was moist, Mellissa was permitted to guide my prick into her prostrate parent then watch. Sometimes I'd make Mellissa pleasure her mother, with the vibrator from the older woman's bed-side locker, before I raped her again. At other times I'd nibble her tits until her nipples peaked or make her blow me until Mellissa was panting with barely hidden lust. At first Madelaine could not believe her daughter was aroused by witnessing her humiliation and rape. But there was no disguising the teenager's wild climaxes when I switched my attention from mother to daughter and impaled her on an erection slippery with her mother's juices.

One way of deciding which woman would stay locked in the cellar, while the other had the run of the house for most of the day, was to have a competition. I dreamed up several but my favorite was one of the versions of Russian roulette, played with a penis not a pistol.

The idea was simple. I would fuck mother and daughter together, stroke and stroke about. Whoever I came in, or on, won the prize and was free to bathe and dress and do the domestic chores. The loser stayed in the cellar as hostage for most of the day. Once the women got used to the idea they became very competitive. Their efforts to please gave me a great start to the day.

My favorite version of the game was to have Madelaine adopt the missionary position and Mellissa (ring-gagged for safety) place her cheek on her mother's cropped bush. I would start by forcing my erection into the teenager's mouth. She would respond with a mixture of revulsion and eagerness. Unable to grip with her teeth she would struggle to keep my prick in her mouth by trying to get her lips around the leather-wrapped metal of the gag and pressing the organ against the roof of her mouth with her tongue. When I withdrew from the daughter and drove hard into her mother's proffered cunt, Madelaine would tighten her vaginal muscles and try to retain possession by wrapping her legs around me. Mellissa would retaliate by clawing 'Mummy's' tits until she let go.

After ten days, the business of disposing of the Hildebrand-Smythe family assets was completed. Kim informed Madelaine that arrangements had been made to fly her and Mellissa to Thailand the following day. There they would be trained to qualify them for an important position in the entertainment business. When asked, 'What position?' Kim smiled sweetly and said, 'Mainly on your backs, Dear!'

Madelaine was not happy at the prospect of life in a Bangkok brothel but, as Kim pointed out, it was that or no life at all! The clients were ruthless when it came to dealing with people who cheated them, so, said Kim, she'd better get used to being a whore, and Mellissa too!

I decided my prisoners would spend their last night with me in the master bedroom. It was very comfortable and the big brass bed would make an ideal base for what I had in mind - a role-playing game in which Mellissa was to be a French courtesan and Madelaine a lady's maid. I was going to take a 'Joy ball' and fuck them both until dawn.

I had Madelaine squeeze into one of her former maid's uniforms. This made her even more unhappy and she complained bitterly that I had no cause to humiliate her further by making her wear a servant's outfit!

'Haven't you demeaned and shamed me enough, already?' she whined.

I took her lead, bent her over a chair, rolled the tight black skirt up to her waist, ripped off her knickers and raped her savagely, doggy fashion, while she wept and Mellissa looked on. When I had finished I let her lick me clean.

'I guess the answer's "No"' I said. Then turning to her daughter, whose nipples were as stiff and pink as a dog's erection, I asked, 'How would you like your maid to service you, Mademoiselle? Dildo or tongue?'

Mellissa, sexually aroused as ever by witnessing Madelaine's forced penetration, licked her lips and stammered, 'I think la languette?'

So, the final evening got off to a promising start. Madelaine undressed her 'Mistress', who rolled her panties down to expose the pink lips of her vulva. She stood, legs partly spread, allowing Madelaine's soft mouth to cover her smooth, slightly swollen, sex. As the older woman's tongue and lips massaged and lubricated her cunt - Mellissa's eyes glazed. She took her 'maid's' head in her hands and rythmically forced her groin into the kneeling woman's face until, with a little squeal of delight, she climaxed.

Things started to go wrong when I took a sip of the wine into which I had crumbled half a 'Joy Ball'. After the earlier experiences with booze and the aphrodisiac I should have been more careful. The first time I'd mixed the pills and scotch I ended up in the cooler, having raped an unsuspecting housewife off and on for about six hours. The last time I'd used the stuff, only a few weeks before, I had fucked a highschool girl senseless and made a procuress of her mother.

I started to get a hard on at the thought of those previous misdeeds. As the chemical took effect, the erection grew mightily. My testicles, too, began to swell and soon I was primed and loaded for another marathon rape.

I hastily chained both women to the brass bed and reached for Mellissa's firm young breasts. She whimpered as I squeezed her nipples but made no other protest. The hours spent as fuck-toys, near naked, on the big mattress in the cellar, had blunted both women's sense of shame. Both of them knew that the 'nasty, amoral, schoolboy-jailer', as Madelaine had called me earlier, would enjoy forcing them to do whatever took his fancy.

As I played with her tits, Mellissa thumbed through a book of erotic illustrations she had found in the study. She had been told to pick one which we would re-enact to start the night's entertainment. I rolled on a studded 'Ass Bustah' in anticipation of her choice. Given Mellissa's reaction to seeing Madelaine raped and humiliated, and Madelaine's aversion to sodomy, 'Mummy' was bound to get it in the end!.

'I think this one, ' said the teenager, picking a drawing which showed a young woman on her back with her legs over the shoulders of her maid. The servant was dutifully munching muff and was in turn being spanked and butt fucked by a lecher with an impossibly long tool. I felt Mellissa's nipples harden as she viewed her selection. She felt the tough rubber condom on my prick, licked her lips, and said, 'Yes!'

'Good choice!' I said and turned to drag the 'maid' into position. But all I saw was her black clad bum disappearing through the door! Madelaine had slipped the leash!

Madelaine had planned her escape well. She had waitedil I was naked, apart from my boots, and occupied with lustful thoughts and Mellissa's tits. During the day she must have had forced one of the window locks because she was out of the house and running for the woods by the time I had reached the open window. I quickly pulled on a track suit and hustled Mellissa into the cellar where she was once more securely locked up. Then I grabbed a torch and set off in pursuit.