Chapter 94: Entertaining Bernard

by John Dent

Bernard, chauffer to Miles Cunningham, took his eyes away from the huge bank of monitors that covered the wall before him and pushed the swivel chair back from the control desk, his rock hard cock creating a massive tent in the material of his trousers. Standing, he smiled at the Director, still busy at his work, and left the room, dragging Anna, a blond haired slave girl whom he'd taken along for company, behind him. The raw footage taken at the dinner party had certainly gained his approval and Bernard felt sure that, once it had been edited and sorted, it would gain the approval of the mass audience of Quayle Sexploitation too.

But now Bernard had better things to attend to as he dragged the reluctant Anna down the corridor by her wrist. Bernard knew full well why the girl was so recalcitrant and he smiled for the fact that his presence caused fear and trepidation amongst the slaves both amused and excited him. None of the girls or boys liked it when the driver chose them to be his companion for the night but none could refuse him for, unlike themselves, Bernard was not a slave but an employee of Miles Cunningham... and a trusted and valued one at that. The man turned to glance at the girl and was pleased at the look in her eyes as she wondered just what nastiness he had planned for her. Bernard's eyes travelled lower and took in the white thong that he'd made her wear. In his own mind, he wasn't sure about this knickers thing that seemed to be close to become a craze around the estate for they didn't do anything for him but, he had to admit, it was in keeping with the spirit of the evening. Rounding a corner, Bernard quite literally bumped into another slave-girl going quietly and diligently about her business. 'Perfect!' he thought to himself, 'I need two of them for what I have planned and this one just volunteered.'

Grabbing hold of the newcomer's wrist, Bernard yanked her to a halt. He didn't recognise this one with her short cropped dark hair but the tattoo on her tit said 'Sarah'. "Right, come with me!" the driver ordered.

"With respect, sir, I am supposed to be meeting with Overseer Ri..."

Angrily Bernard slapped the impudent bitch in the face causing Sarah's head to snap round. "Didn't you hear me, cunt? I gave you an order - now obey me!"

Holding her palm to her cheek, Sarah tried to clear the stars from her brain as she silently nodded her head and prepared to follow this man that all the girls had warned her about...

Upon reaching his own quarters, Bernard ushered the girls in before removing his jacket and tie, both of which he placed carefully in his wardrobe as the slaves nervously awaited further instructions. From within a sideboard by the bed then removed a plain brown cardboard box which he carried over to where the girls waited. He looked from one to the other and back again before finally handing the container to Sarah. "Open the box and put on what you find inside," he instructed her before placing his hand on Anna's slim buttocks and leading her to the centre of the room where he began to gently stroke the pale flesh. Doing her best to stay on the right side of this dangerous man, Anna made an audible sigh and then muttered seductively, "Don't stop, sir; that's really nice..." Bernard smiled to himself, realising that the girl really quite was innocent of his ways - butter them up a bit so that the shock later is even greater when the mood changes.

Moments passed until Bernard asked Sarah if she was ready... and the dark haired girl said she was. The man turned and looked - Sarah was facing away from him, her back now crisscrossed by narrow black leather straps with more straps buckled around her waist and diagonally across her buttocks. Then she slowly turned round. Straps framed her full breasts and crossed her flat stomach before they gathered at her crotch from where, proudly erect, rose a realistically sized phallus.

"Very good," complemented Bernard.

"Wow..." said Anna as she took in the impressive sight and began to hope that the man's plans were for her to be fucked by that thing and not by himself.

Sarah, realising that she'd have to play along if she wanted to get out of this reasonably unscarred, struck a pose and then teetered around the room on her stilettos thrown slightly of balance by the unaccustomed weight thrusting out before her. She reached Anna who held out her hand and touched the phallus. "Oh, that's... nice. I thought it would be all hard and cold but it's soft on the outside and warm."

The two girls embraced, the blonde slave feeling the leather pressing against her. "That feels sexy," she muttered just loud enough to ensure that Bernard heard every word. The two women, arms tight around each other, started to kiss.

"So, Sarah, are you going to use your new cock?" Bernard suggested meaningfully while reaching up to a shelf from where he collected a tube of broken glass lubrication which he then used to began to smear onto the phallus.