Part 46

The Aftermath.

Chapter 1: Honey Devine/Vicky

Seemingly satisfied with the performance of Vicky/Honey during his pet project of Three Blondes Sex Show, along with her sister Catherine and Niece Caroline, the fetish organization boss Richard said little to Vicky during the previous evening, when taking the busty newly blonde mature whore from the Stables Studio back to his room in the Manor House.

In fact Richard merely instructed the subdued but compliant Vicky, who was far to fearful of Richard to question him in any way, to take a long shower and then to make herself presentable for him, using the equipment and cosmetics left for her in the bathroom.

A shower after which, Richard demanded Vicky should then crawl on her hands and knees toward him, there to once again to be fitted with a collar and leash Vicky would from that moments always wear when with him.

Although for how long that would be, Vicky did dare not ask Richard, but she was at least relieved her

The following morning, whilst wearing no more than her mandatory leather collar and leash, the end of which was held between her teeth, the otherwise naked, nervous and hugely embarrassed Vicky followed the sharp suited Richard from his upstairs bedroom, on down into the office area, through which, now clutching her leash, Richard then led Vicky toward his office, fully aware of the staff were once again smiling knowingly toward her.

Proof to Vicky, if any were needed, that she really was the fully owned chattel of the man she obediently followed until arriving in his office, where Richard instructed the busty mature blonde to reprise a position both Catherine Dixon and daughter Caroline, had in the past, adopted for the previous owner Peter Harris.

That of kneeling upon what is now Richards huge inlaid leather desk, with her buttocks resting upon her ankles, hands on head and knees parted wide enough to give Richard a good view of a large amount of Vicky’s shaven surprisingly moist cunt lips.

Then ignored by Richard, when busy going through some papers, Vicky recalled what she’d been told last night by Richard, when on her knees with hands on head, working her mouth upon Richard’s erect cock, whilst he stood before Vicky, stroking her full head of long newly blonde hair.

“Whilst I realise you must unhappy and wondering just why I’ve changed your name and transformed your appearance to that a blonde lookalike of your sister and niece, I’ll spell it out to you now Honey”

“The first point being I’m a sucker for blondes and when I first acquired you after taking a good look at all your photo, you were the standout contender to become my next ... let’s just say my Pet, for the as long as I need you, however you weren’t a blonde and that needed rectifying Honey, especially if you were to become part of my special project, The Three Blonde Family Sex show”

If Richard’s words hadn’t already shook Vicky, what he then went on to tell her hit Vicky like a bombshell, even though continuing to work her mouth upon Richards erect cock.

“Of course that was easily rectified as you soon discovered ... you see neither Catherine or Caroline appealed to me, with Catherine having children and Caroline possibly soiled by having the huge dog so close all the time and while Caroline makes us money, who knows what those two have been up to when alone”

“And so Honey, you are now my chosen Pet, to be by my side and in my bed for as long as I need you ... and so I’ve arranged for young Mandy to take over your current duties, under the supervision of young of Stuart Hall, although I’m told you are rather close to the boy Trevor ... is that true”

As if she hadn’t had shocks enough, but fully aware she was expected to answer Richard, the hugely embarrassed Vicky lifted her mouth from Richards cock and managed to almost whisper

Yes Master”, before again lowering her mouth over Richards cock as he continued.

“Naughty girl, although perhaps I’ll arrange to watch the pair of you perform for me” laughed Richard, when shooting his load down Vicky’s throat, as the curtain raiser, for Richard at least, to enjoy a Viagra inspired night of sexual excess, interspersed with bouts of violent spanking and beating of Victoria Preston, while being sensible enough not to leave harsh bruises upon Vicky’s body, which would from now remain naked at all times when in the Manor House, where Richard had taken up residence.

As proved to be the case the following morning, with various people in and out of the large office, glancing and smiling at the Boss’s naked ‘Pet’ kneeling upon his desk, whilst Richard sat in a huge leather chair, occasionally stroking the inwardly distraught Vicky’s cunt lips with his fingers, in between phone calls and speaking to the Manor House staff.

If last night taught Vicky anything, it was she’d been unfortunate enough to fall into the hands of an outwardly charming, yet inwardly sadistic monster in Richard Smith and there was not a single thing Vicky could do, other than to save herself from even harsher beatings, when ensuring her instant compliance with whatever Richard demanded of her.

A compliance which so far included Vicky being ordered to give a head job to a young male staff member coming into the office, for no other reason than delivering some papers to Richard.

Not that the eighteen year old was about to refuse Richards gesture toward him, seeing such a treat as a huge bonus in a office he’d heard about and taken great pains to be selected as an employee, ironically by Annie Day, herself absent the morning after her performance as the HuCow Slave of Duke the dog.

“I’ve looked at your record Honey and it appears that in your previous life you were seen as an intelligent somewhat headstrong, arrogant woman, before being transformed into the whore you now are, before thankfully having the arrogance beaten out of you by your previous owners.

vicky/ Honey was told by Richard after the departure of the young lad, whose seemingly bucket load of semen she’d just consumed, before Richard then added

“And so as my pet, I’ve decided you’ll also become my escort, for the time being at least, so along with being my desk ornament, you’ll also be finely dressed when attending dinner parties and functions alongside me, for as long as you please me and display total obedience toward me, anything less Honey and you’ll spend your days servicing every brutal degenerate we can find for you.

“Otherwise I shall allow you to spend a few days a week at your home, the proof of ownership of which is now in my name, ... although being the generous chap that I am, may well be returned in part to you, depending upon your future attitude and obedience toward me Honey”

So there it was, decided Vicky, an opportunity dangled before her of her lovely home being returned to her, dependent upon her behaviour and submission toward Richard.

Although understanding the boss could also be simply waving a carrot at her, Vicky immediately decided from that moment she’d comply with every demand Richard made of her, no matter how painful and humiliating, if that meant Vicky taking a step toward regaining her precious home, even if that home was now little more than a BDSM whore house, after its conversations on the instructions of Peter Harris.

A BDSM whore house where Vicky plied her unwanted trade as a sex slave servicing the men and women fortunate enough to afford the high fees charged for her services, even if Vicky saw little if any of that money aside from the small allowance she was allowed at the end of each month, paid into a bank account under the name Honey Devine, which combined with her new blonde appearance, along her driving license and other documents now formed the basis of Vicky’s transformation onto the woman Richard Smith had decided she would become.

Chapter 2: Annie Day

“Isn’t she just Devine Paul?” the switch dominant Sylvia asked of her husband Paul, whilst stroking the naked body of Annie Day, gagged and hogtied upon a large bed, upon which the horrified Annie Day had been thrown by Sylvia’s burly husband, after Sylvia had taken control of Annie Day from the beaming Richard, after a bravado performance from Annie as the Slave HuCow, during the HuCow and Dog Master lactation show at the Manor House.

There as Richards guest, Sylvia even played a part in the lactation show, when straddling the face of Annie, who was shortly licking Sylvia’s Shaven pussy lips.

Such had been the pleasure experienced by Sylvia when feeling Annie’s tongue between her cunt lips and as much for her own amusement as anything else, Sylvia bullied her husband into paying the delighted Richard a large sum for allowing the couple to take home with them and to use the tall busty grey haired dominant lesbian as they wished ... for an unspecified period of time.

The arrangement suited Richard not just for the decent sum he’d been offered was for the use of Annie Day, but Richard was by now also aware of and disliking the idea of young Trevor fucking Annie Day and had initially agreed with the request of Stuart Hall he move in with Vicky Preston, before Richard decided he’d take Vicky/Honey for himself.

Then with an eye on the possibility of the formidable Charles Smith returning, Richard decided to leave young Trevor with Caroline Dixon, as her minder and enforcer and to await events with interest, leaving Stuart Hall out on a limb, living in and looking after the home of Annie Day while supervising and collecting the earnings Mandy Hill, Carol Hayward and of course, Catherine Dixon and her daughter Caroline

Unfortunately for Annie, the evening hadn’t ended well, for somehow the lactation vacuum was producing breast milk from Annie’s ringed nipples while she was giving Sylvia a few orgasms with her tongue.

And unbeknown to Annie, having earlier spotted her being led naked by her collar and leash toward the milking bench by Duke, the married thirty year old Sylvia instantly fell for the older, mature busty dominant lesbian, Annie Day and unfortunately for Annie, Sylvia was soon demanding her friend Richard allow her to take Annie home with her ... for as long as they were allowed to keep and train Annie as their domestic and sex slave

This request from Sylvia was then readily agreed by Richard, especially when a sum of money was mentioned by the affluent Sylvia and her husband, allowing the couple to take Annie into the shower to clean up before taking Annie home with them.

“I think it best when having seen that huge dog getting amorous toward our little prize here” Decided Sylvia, before instructing Annie Day to ‘clean everything, including your hair” which being very short, was along with Annie’s busty body, dried by Sylvia in short order using a powerful dryer, before her husband Paul carried the naked Annie in his arms to their large car.

There, having first gagged and then cuffed the very apprehensive Annie’s wrists behind her, Annie was ushered into the rear seat alongside Sylvia, who instantly began toying with and discovering most of Annie’s naked body, in a complete reversal of the way Annie Day arrived at the Manor House along with young Trevor Hill, Duke the dog and a naked Caroline Dixon,.

Having been driven the short the short distance by Sylvia’s husband Paul to their large secluded home, Annie was then appalled when without ceremony, she found herself lifted from the car by the burly Paul, who throwing Annie over his shoulder, who with one hand wrapped around her legs and the other slapping her buttocks, then carried the busty grey haired Annie along the long driveway, into the house and then upstairs to a large bedroom.

A bedroom inside of which Annie was deposited by Paul onto a huge bed and where, having followed her husband and the naked Annie, bouncing upon the shoulder of Paul whilst carrying Annie up the stairs, Sylvia exclaimed.

“Oh yes darling ... this one really is perfect for us “ before taking a length of short white rope, Sylvia began expertly hogtying the horrified Annie, who wanted to shout, scream and demand she be released and taken home, especially when Sylvia had been all over the helpless naked Annie in the rear seat of the car, kissing, biting and toying with every part of the body of a woman whose fall from grace looked to be swift and brutal.

Certainly Annie knew better than to antagonise a couple who’d parted with a large amount of cash when agreeing a deal with the boss Richard, enabling Sylvia and her husband to take the tall busty naked Annie Day home with them and for what, Annie now understood, was an unspecified amount of time.

Having eventually completed her skilful hogtie and gagging of Annie Day, with Sylvia then sitting beside the stricken grey haired busty mature dominant lesbian, toying with every accessible part of Annie’s body available to her, Sylvia told her husband Paul.

“I really want us to enjoy every moment this one is with us my darling and I want you to enjoy her as much as I know I shall”

Began Sylvia, whilst arranging the hogtied naked Annie into a position on the bed giving her easy access to Annie’s large breasts, feeling the fullness of Annie’s breasts while soothing Annies large ringed nipples toward erection.

Which if that wasn’t bad enough for Annie, she was then aghast when hearing Sylvia adding.

“I don’t know about you Paul, but I’m gasping for a glass of wine and perhaps a hot shower, so if you prepare her for me I’ll go down for that drink before anything else darling”

After the departure of Sylvia, Annie was soon in for yet another shock, when watching Paul striding across the large bedroom toward what looked to be a wide full hight double door wooden closet wardrobe, into the doors of which, Paul inserted a large key.

When opening the doors of the large closet, the grey haired naked hogtied Annie Day was stunned to see within the closet, a vast array of BDSM equipment stored neatly inside, including whips, chains, rope, gags, leather hand and ankle cuffs, along with bondage toys such as spreader bars, nipple clamps, large fishing weights, motorised latex penises, Chinese anal beads and much more, some of which Paul busied himself with selecting.

Taking the opportunity to look upward as best she could in her current Hogtied situation, Annie for the first time saw the ceiling hooks, from which dangled the white ropes leading across the room toward two large yachting winches set into the wall, opposite the bed upon which Annie continued her fruitless attempts to loosen the knots, in which Sylvia had expertly secured the ever more despondent mature grey haired beauty Annie, who unfortunately, hadn’t seen the mirror within that large closet, through which Paul witnessed her struggles.

“Oh dear ... disobedience already Annie?” began Paul, turning toward Annie, then striding toward and sitting on the bed beside her, Paul began casually stroking the exposed breasts and buttocks of the gagged and hogtied Annie, helplessly laying on her side after toppling over during her futile attempts to free herself.

“That really was very silly of you Annie” began Paul whilst continuing his stroking of Annie’s breasts and nipples.

“I’m afraid you’ve much to learn and I’m sure your first lesson will be to never ever annoy your Mistress Sylvia, who as your new Mistress will no doubt explain to you in due course, when she returns” Annie was told by Paul, who having first secured a wide steel bar with leather cuffs clipped to each end, to one of the ropes hanging via a block pulley, Paul then returned to the bed to release Annie from her hogtie bondage.

“Please don’t try getting brave Annie, I don’t want to hurt you just yet, but I shall do exactly that if I have to “ Paul told Annie, sitting naked on the end of the bed with a very good idea of what was about to happen next.

Annie wasn’t wrong, when only minutes later, finding herself suspended with her toes only just touching the carpet in a classic X position, with widespread wrists and ankles strapped in leather cuffs, each

secured to the ends of two steel spreader bars, hauled taught by a winch secured to a side wall, leaving the gagged and naked Annie standing on her toes, looking fearfully down upon the array of canes and whips Paul the laid out on the bed.

Then returning to the helpless Annie Day and toying with her large breasts and ringed nipples, Paul told her...

“I really should tell you that what your Mistress wants, your Mistress always gets and as she wanted you Annie, she now has you, in fact we hope my wife will very soon own you Annie, once the usual haggling over your price with our great friend Richard has been finalised, especially as Richard has always been very helpful toward us”

If Paul’s words weren’t enough to both horrify and terrify Annie in equal measure, what he told next Annie certainly did.

“You see Annie, Mistress Sylvia and I have for some time been searching the perfect Handmaiden Slave for Sylvia and you fit the bill perfectly, being that more mature than the younger bitches she’s tried before, while given your rather chequered history and issues with the law Richard told us of, means you

are perfect for us Annie, especially with your trim body and large breasts, while that short grey hair can soon be fixed by a good hairdresser”

Moments later the helpless naked Annie could only stare in resignation at the return of freshly showered dark haired Sylvia, wearing no more than a pair of black high heeled shoes.

Then moments later Sylvia was stroking Annie’s shaven mound and delving fingers between her cunt lips, whilst otherwise ignoring the naked suspended naked Annie, when turning toward and speaking with her husband Paul.

“Wow, was I ready for that shower Darling, because this one really did leave me all hot and bothered, jeez I even had an orgasm when simply toying with her ... she really is a keeper Paul ... so I’m relying on you to strike a deal for her with Richard, I’m sure she’ll be worth every penny when fully trained”

How Annie then managed to prevent tears coming to her eyes, when hearing such an incredulous, almost offhand remark about her future, only she would ever know, when stroking Annie’s large breasts, Sylvia continued,

“So we really must her fully trained, obedient and completely submissive toward anyone by the end of the week Paul, as I’ve invited Richard over for dinner and as he’ll be bringing someone else along, I expect Annie here to be fully proficient including when serving at the table, so let’s begin by showing Annie what to expect if she has even the slightest thoughts of disobedience toward us in future...

Chapter 3: Caroline Dixon

The angry Trevor Hill had looked on despondently, powerless to intervene as ‘His’ Annie, was led away by a couple Trevor had seen for the first time, when the woman he’d heard addressed to as Sylvia, stood before Annie on the milking bench guiding Annie’s head toward her crotch, as small drips of Annie’s breast milk ran down the milk containers, leaving Trevor with the thought it would be great fun later when alone with Annie to attempt getting the same results himself when sucking upon Annie’s large ringed nipples.

Having then seen the naked Annie escorted by the woman and the burly, hard looking man with her, Trevor knew that wasn’t about to happen, not tonight at least, not with any of the women by the look of it, when Honey and Vicky had themselves already been led away toward the Manor House bedrooms, leaving only Caroline Dixon, remaining naked on her knees alongside and patting Duke as Stuart Hall sidled up alongside Trevor.

“Looks as though it’s your lucky day kid, it ain’t what I wanted, but the boss says you’ll be minding Caroline and Duke there until further notice” Stuart Hall told the very surprised Trevor, whilst almost laughing at the recollection of what Richard had just told him, when discussing the aftermath of the The Blondes Sex Show and the current situation of the three women.

That while Vicky/Honey would at the side of Richard in future and Catherine had a family to take care of at home, Caroline was a different matter, for there was, a strong possibility of Charles Smith son being released from his prison cell and making the Manor House cottage and more specifically Caroline Dixon his first port of call.

“And so Stuart, to ensure your own continuing good health, I think we shall leave young Trevor looking after Caroline and Duke in the cottage as I’m sure you wouldn’t want to fall foul of the chap”

Stuart had immediately seen where Richard was coming from, that compared to himself, the kid Trevor was a disposable asset to Richard and that he, Stuart was far more useful to Richard, even though after her experiences in the cage at the home of Annie day, meant Caroline hating Trevor with a vengeance.

Not that Trevor was in the least bit concerned over how he was seen in the eyes of Caroline Dixon, when already impotently furious at having Annie Day snatched away from him.

Nevertheless Caroline wasn’t about to argue with either Stuart Hall, Trevor, or more importantly the boss himself, when she was only too aware of the fate awaiting her should she attempt to do so.

Even so, collared and naked on her knees, Caroline was less than impressed when told by Stuart of the decision of Richard and then less so when the diminutive young Trevor decided to cuff her wrists together at her back and taking Caroline’s leash, jerk the leather strap upward, the signal for Caroline to rise to her feet along with Duke, sitting patiently beside Caroline.

Then without even bothering to cover Caroline, Trevor was leading the naked young beauty by her leash, out of the Manor House barn into the dark wooded area between the Barn and Manor House cottage, where protesting loudly, Caroline began shouting?

“You weird fucking little bastard, I’m freezing to death out here, you just wait until my Charles gets out, he’ll tear you to bits”!

Unfortunately for Caroline, being both aware of Charles and of his brutality, Trevor decided a lesson needed teaching to Caroline and so retrieving a short length of rope from his pocket, tied one end of the rope to the loop of Caroline’s leather leash, before securing the other end of the rope to a branch above his head, leading to yet more cursing from the volatile Caroline directed toward the uncaring Trevor

For Caroline was recalling just how brutally Trevor had treated her, both when inside and outside of the cage in the home of Annie Day and of just how humiliating it had been for Caroline when having an Animal Tail pushed through her Anal ring by Trevor and then having to crawl like a dog around the house, whilst Trevor tapped Carolines Ass with a riding crop.

“Well if I’m that bad, then you don’t need me and old Duke around, so we’ll come back for you tomorrow morning Caroline”

Trevor told an angry Caroline, who then issued a stream of more

Curses and threats toward Trevor, whilst the very interested Duke began sniffing around between Caroline’s legs.

Then with Caroline continuing to curse loudly, Trevor clipped the leash to Dukes collar and hauled the big dog away from Caroline, walking alway with Duke into the dark night, only to hear Caroline’s cursing toward Trevor turning toward her pleas and apologies.

“Oh go please don’t leave me here, I’m sorry Trevor ... I’ll do what you want but please don’t leave me” begged Caroline Dixon, terrified of being tied to a tree alone and naked, whilst sensing an opportunity, Trevor turned back toward Caroline with Duke in tow and then asked the busty young blonde.

“Anything”?

“Anything Trevor, just let me get home, I’m cold and frightened”

“Okay then Caroline, so here’s the deal, you do what you’re told and when you’re told, whilst the first fucking complaint complaint from your gets you right back here, naked and tied to tree ... for the whole fucking night...” snarled young Trevor toward Caroline, before adding.

“You got that, bitch” leaving Caroline, who although with memories in mind of how brutally she’d been treated by the far younger and smaller figure of Trevor Hill, was far more concerned for her immediate safety than anything Trevor was likely to do to her, even if probably fucking her Ass again and sealing it with a butt plug.

Even so, Caroline was far too frightened of being left tied and naked in the dark to continue gear raging against Trevor, thinking what difference would another Ass fucking from Trevor make anyway, even if she’d suffer the added humiliation of Trevor doing so upon her own bed.

“Yes ... anything you say, just get me out of here Trevor ... please”!...

Thirty minutes later, the naked Caroline Dixon lay spreadeagled with wrists and ankles tied to the four corners of her bed, whilst Trevor, kneeling naked astride Caroline with his young erect cock laying between the valley of her breasts.

There, his hands pushing her large breasts together, Trevor leisurely fucked Caroline’s large Breasts, whilst each of his forward thrusts between her breasts touched the tongue Trevor had had earlier ordered Caroline to thrust out toward and lick his cock.

This was a great game Trevor had often played with Vicky Preston and indeed, Trevor had been planning to do the same with Annie Day before Annie was ‘stolen from him’, as Trevor saw it.

Although this was a game Trevor could among many others, now practice upon the huge breasts of Caroline Dixon, who was proving to be a more than suitable replacement for both those women, especially when Trevor recalled only too well from his time training both Duke and Caroline in the cage within the basement dungeon at the home of Annie Day.

In fact Trevor realised that with the ever present Duke panting and whining by the side of the bed in his desperation to get at the women Duke saw as his human slave, he was about to have the time of his life when free of the constraints of Stuart Hall and the others.

For Caroline now had two choices, she either accept Trevor as her superior in every way, or suffer the consequences, especially when Caroline had seen the brutality used by Stuart Hall with his belt.

In fact Trevor really was on mission, both to impress Richard, while making Caroline Dixon his own, even though completely unaware of the imminent return of Caroline’s master and minder Charles Smith, when as expected the drug charges against him were dropped and Charles resumed his control of Caroline.

A thought later dismissed by Trevor when having used his belt upon her buttocks, Caroline had screamed at him.

“You nasty little bastard, you just wait until my Charles comes home”

“Oh yeah? And does he fuck your ass as well as I do”, laughed Trevor before turning Caroline over and putting a few stripes across her breasts with his belt, whilst thinking that as much fun as Vicky and Annie had been, the younger Caroline Dixon looked to be ripe for picking and training.

For Trevor was just loving Carolines curses, screams and occasional pleading, way over and above the almost casual acceptance and almost indifference toward of his bouts of violence from both Vicky and Annie.

Although Trevor had yet to understand Caroline Dixon was in fact goading him, because thats what she did best, when every fiber Caroline’s being was a masochist getting of on and enjoying the pain inflicted upon her.

As Caroline had done so often with the brutal Charles, whose methodical beatings after she’d taunted and goaded him would be the precursor of the best fucking she’d ever enjoyed.

Now Caroline was taunting young Trevor, whose responses she noted, were far less menacing and severe than those she so enjoyed when with Charles’s, a man whose deliberate indifference toward Caroline was on a far more adult level than anything she saw in Trevor.

Nevertheless, at least Trevor was young and fun, up to a point, while more importantly for Caroline, Trevor Hill had a dominant streak in him almost enough to satisfy her, for the time being at least, decided Caroline.

Certainly until the return of Charles, for him to discover young Trevor had moved in on her.

Prior to which Caroline had for some reason previously been alone, when having to ensure Duke was fed and exercised, along with her keeping Duke groomed in tip top condition, ready for any Lactation and Dog Slave Performance she and Duke were required to perform.

Unfortunately, it was task during which Caroline found herself constantly at the mercy of Duke and fending away the attentions of the huge Dog, whom in the absence of a male handler, really had taken to seeing Caroline as his own HuSlave.

For where Charles would encourage Duke to frighten and even toy with Caroline, he’d always left the big dog eventually frustrated when returned to his kennel by Charles.

However without Charles around, Duke had taken to ‘training’ Caroline with his frightening barking and often ushering her into a corner, where Caroline would undergo the even more frightening experience of Duke nipping her thighs and buttocks with his huge teeth, whilst manoeuvring Caroline into a position where Duke could use his huge tongue to lap away at Caroline’s body from her breasts and nipples down to her buttocks and thighs.