Chapter 7: The Take-Down Starts

I got to Ron’s earlier than he’d told me to be there. Straight inside, I made it, without difficulty as usual. I saw Gin briefly, but I didn’t engage too long with her as I needed to get into as many rooms as I could to conceal the devices the Doctor had given me, but she had confirmed that Ron wasn’t home as yet, and due there later. I made it into the main reception room, and the secondary one, as well as the library, and Ron’s office, I was surprised that this room wasn’t locked. I got out to the indoor pool area as well, where I was noticed by one of the guards who obviously recognised me as he just smiled. I made it up the stairs and found the master bedroom. In and out there too, this was going so well. Then the Red Room. I thought that maybe in there was an appropriate place too. As I turned the handle to the door, though, it was locked. Fuck, I thought. The only place I hadn’t been able to get into, then to my horror I heard “What are you doing, Victoria?” It was Maria’s voice. I turned, and she was walking towards me. “You’re early. You’re not expected for another half hour are you?” She asked. I froze. She was nearly on me. She then asked “What’s in your bag? You don’t normally bring a bag in with you, do you, it’s a small briefcase usually isn’t it?” I had one more device in the bag. I couldn’t let her look into it. Even though it was small, she would surely find it. “I was looking for you, Maria,” I managed to blurt out. She stopped, maybe six feet from me. “Looking for me? Why?” She asked. It was impulsive, said out of fear I suppose, and I couldn’t help it. “I’ve not been able to stop thinking about what you did to me in there. I’ve wanted it again every time I’ve returned here, and was hoping you’d tell me to do it again. I was wondering whether you might be in there as I couldn’t find you anywhere else.”

“You want what?” She asked.

“I want you to fuck me again. Fuck my arse, like you did before.” It took her by surprise, as I’d hoped it would. She seemed to lose interest in the bag. “If you want that, then it’ll need be now as Ron returns in about thirty minutes and I know he wants you to entertain his guest Mo Rashid.” I hadn’t known about entertaining Moustafa Rashid, and I knew that I’d placed myself in a very difficult situation now. I’d hoped she’d say that there wasn’t time, but she didn’t. I hesitated. “Well, do you want me to fuck you now, or not?” She said. I couldn’t risk detection now, and I wanted to place a device in the room if I could, so I said “Yes please Maria.” She pulled a key out from a pocket of the trousers she was wearing, and unlocked the door. “In you go,” she said, and I stepped in with her following close behind.

“This is unusual, you wanting this without being told to, Victoria. How come?” She asked.

“It makes me feel that I’m yours, and I want to be yours” I said. The words just flowed. Her smiling as I finished them told me that they were working. “Undress for me then” she said, “I’ll just get ready” she added as she opened the door to the Toy cupboard, then walked in. I saw the place to put the device, and attached it quickly. I had just finished undressing as she walked out of the cupboard, the large strap-on cock protruding out as it did before. I knew that my arse had become used to receiving such a thing, and real cock as well by now, but some lubrication still lessened the discomfort. I went down on my knees before her and took it in my mouth. I licked and sucked, creating as much saliva as I could to wet it, then stood up and turned around. Supporting myself on a chair, bending forward with my arse waiting and wanting now, I said “Fuck me, please Maria. Fuck my arse.” And she did. Like it always seems to be, I lost a sense of time as the substitute cock was being thrust in and out of me.

“Let me taste it. Please” I said, and she pulled out. I turned and went down on my knees and took it in my mouth. I sucked and licked as I would have a real cock, looking up at her looking down at me, seeing her smile as I worked to clean what she’d been abusing my arsehole with. I pulled my mouth off, hoping upon hope that this would be it, and it was. “There’s a good girl, Victoria. Now I know that you like that I’ll have to think of something else to punish you with when you’ve been naughty” she said. “Yes, please” I responded, still looking to keep her focussed on what we’d done rather than why I might have been outside the door. “You’d better get dressed. Ron will be here in a few minutes. Go to the reception room and wait for him” she directed me, and I did. She waited until I had left the room before she did too, and I heard the door lock as I walked away. As I sat in the reception room I started to wonder how pleased the Doctor and Annalise would be with me after what I’d been able to do with the devices I’d been given. I was still thinking on that when I heard Ron’s voice outside. My heart missed a beat. It always did when I heard him, and even more happened inside me when I saw him. The Doctor had told me how important it had been for me to continue the relationship, and whenever I saw him I always asked myself why I’d wanted to end it, just like I was then as the door opened. When we looked at each other I knew why ending it would be wrong. “Victoria, there you are” he said as he walked towards me, and I him. He hugged me, then planted a kiss on my lips. “Now listen carefully, and obey, Victoria” he said, and my mind suddenly became focussed on what he was going to say as I wanted to obey. The Doctor had told me I still must, and I wanted to please her, and Annalise, I wanted to please Annalise just as much as the Doctor now. “Yes, Ron. Of course” I responded. “Now, you remember Moustafa Rashid from the party the other night?” He asked.

“Yes, I do” I said. “Well, he wants to try you, and I said he could, Ok?”

“Yes, Ok Ron” I agreed. “It’s important that at the right time, and I’ll tell you the right time, that you show him, and tell him, how much you want him. He likes that. Call him sir too, and do whatever he tells you to do, like you always do when I tell you. Understood?”

“Yes, Ron. I understand” I assured him. I was starting to feel already that I wanted Moustafa. I remembered him from the other night. I wasn’t sure I fancied him then, but I did now. As I walked out of the reception room behind Ron I was looking forward to meeting Moustafa again, and then saw him in the hall. He wasn’t alone though. Beside him was Yasmin, the woman I’d seen with the Doctor and Annalise. She looked just as stunning now as she did then, and I remembered her breasts, and those nipples. I so wanted to take one in my mouth as I sat beside her then, and I couldn’t help but fantasise about sucking on one, or both right now. As I reached the three of them I just wondered whether I might soon, and couldn’t help but stare at her chest right then. She was clearly braless, and both nipples were poking out from the red satin see-through dress she was wearing. I guessed it was obvious I was staring as Moustafa said quite casually “They are nice, Victoria, aren’t they?” I looked at him and smiled. I couldn’t help agreeing

“Yes, sir, they are. It is nice to see you again” I said, offering my hand. As he took it he bent forward to kiss the back of it like a perfect gentlemen, which only heightened further the arousal I was feeling at seeing him. Ron said I should want him, and I did. I looked at Yasmin and said “Hello again Yasmin”, only for her to respond “Again? Have we met before?” And I remembered the vagueness in her face sitting in the Doctor’s office. As I recalled again that vacant look as she smiled at both the Doctor and Annalise then, I realised that she obviously didn’t recognise me.

“I’m so sorry” I said,

“I thought we had. I’m Victoria” I said, offering my hand. “Yasmin” she responded, yet didn’t offer her hand, instead leaned forward and kissed me briefly on the lips. “We’ll be in the small reception room ladies if you care to go and freshen up” Ron suggested. I looked at Yasmin and said “Follow me and I’ll show you.” Once in the downstairs bathroom I had a look in the mirror just to see if any touches were necessary whilst Yasmin occupied one of the two cubicles in there. She stood beside me after finishing in there and flushing, and as she washed her hands she said “Moustafa prefers his balls being licked rather than sucked.” I turned to her and said “Thank you for letting me know.”