Chapter 59

I swam on my own again. It was rare that anyone was up when I awoke, so the very early mornings were usually mine and mine alone.

I noticed June's entry into the pool as I was about to turn at the shallow end. She'd taken our advice this time and was starting her five laps from the deep end. I turned and continued down the pool. We swam quietly, each with our own thoughts. I finished well before June and got out still feeling fresh. I dried myself while I watched June's progress. She was moving more easily today, she was obviously more relaxed and that really helps. Finishing her lengths she stood and rested against the pool side. I bent and offered her my hand. June looked up and gratefully raised both hands. I took both wrists and lifted her out of the water. As I did so her strapless bikini top fell down. I averted my eyes as I gently put her down on the poolside.

"Bloody thing!" she exclaimed. "Don't know why I'm wearing it really. You can look if you like. You've already seen all of me so looking again isn't going to hurt." She smiled at me, "Besides, I like people looking."

She stripped off her bikini bottoms, unhooked the top, which was trying to be a middle, and threw the set over by a lounger. I got a towel intending to give it to her, but she smiled again and raised her arms, "Please master," she said quietly.

She stood still, arms raised while I dried her. She obviously enjoyed my attentions, her nipples engorged and areole became crinkled and hard. She parted her legs wide even before I was ready to dry between them. When I did I found her to be wet and ready. I smiled at her and gently smacked her bum, "Get on your lounger before I rape you," I said, a smile taking any sting out of my words.

June looked at me seriously, "Master, whether I chose freedom or your collar, with you it will never be rape. You cannot rape the willing."

I hooked a hand round the back of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. She came willingly and pressed her naked body against mine, her arms held out to the sides and back to allow me full access should I wish to touch her in any way. She seemed disappointed when I broke our kiss. I smacked her bum again, a little harder this time. She smiled at me but this smile was laced with pure lust.

"If you're trying to calm me down," she said, pressing her breasts harder against my chest, "it's not working."

"Go!" I said, pointing to her lounger. She went, swinging her hips and swaying her arse as she walked away. I regretted not taking her up on her offer.

My computer screen displayed the results of my research. Hamish McConner seemed to be a normal politician; that is greedy, grasping and unscrupulous, corrupt to the core, just another average Member of Parliament. Just about what I expected really, Hamish was on the make. It looked like he wanted to be rich and powerful and didn't mind who he trod on, on the way up. He was still with his first wife though, from what I could find, he didn't quite understand the concept of fidelity. But that was alright, neither did his wife. They both shared the same interests, drinking, partying, politics and seducing very young girls. From the evidence I'd been able to gather, Hamish was the main instigator, though his wife, Janet, was a willing and enthusiastic pupil.

These two needed someone to do a little burglary and maybe even a little blackmail on them.

I knew some people who would like this task. I sent an email inviting an old oppo (Note 1) to meet me in the village, he would be perfect for this job.

I downloaded the contents of their hard disks, nearly two terabytes of homemade porn, all in high definition. I'm sure that some of this stuff would make even my girls blush. While the download was in progress, I wondered about Ela, Karolina and Lynne. They were all doing something together, meals were being sent to them but they were getting a breakfast meal, a lunch and a dinner roughly every eight hours. That meant that they were working in shifts, all three of them. Well, I trusted Lynne to ensure that they were getting enough sleep.

I knew that Karolina could have ferreted out a huge pile of dirt on the McConners far faster than I had, she'd have found their bank accounts, even their secret ones, as well. Still, I had a whole pile of dirt on these scum-bags and I knew more than one way to deal with people like these.

I smiled to myself; this was a debt that the Count would owe me. It was always nice to have people in one's debt. I started another search; I needed people and places for my supply chain. I emailed Mandy and the head of C&C asking if they knew of good candidates to run this for me. I also found five possible sites, all brown-field sites but useful nevertheless.

We lazed away the day, doing little and feeling better for the rest. Gerald spent the day with Sung Lu and Alison, composing. While he was working hard he was enjoying himself immensely. The break from his usual routines and pressures, together with the chance to do as he wished throughout the day, and the removal of the drugs he'd been secretly given, all combined to give Gerald about ten times the energy he usually had.

Karen asked if she could go into the village to the lace workshop. There was some fabric she needed to check. She and a couple of other girls went down in the minibus just after lunch.

June set up an awning out of the breeze and gave Sasha a massage. I watched as Sasha was first relaxed then brought to a thundering climax. Still a little shaky on her feet Sasha was helped to a lounger by June.

I looked at my love, "Oh God! She's good with her hands," said Sasha as she lay back in the shade. Moments later her breathing slowed and she was asleep.

I too dozed and thought. I ran over what I actually knew about my problems. I had one firm fact. For Gerald Huntley this was personal. I thought again and again about what Malcolm Squires had said, 'He received a phone call and then started trying to..." That was what had been annoying me, Gerald Huntley had received a phone call, and it was personal. So, I had pissed off someone else, not Gerald, and this was a personal grudge, I had pissed off someone very close to him, someone who could call him directly at the Cumbrian Police HQ, a person who knew his direct line number. That meant a close friend or family member.

I went into my office, I had a lot of information on Gerald himself but I hadn't researched his family and friends very much. I had found the Morrison's, Gerald had married Mrs Morrison, her son was Chief Planning officer for the Cumbria County Council and her daughter the CEO of a housing association. Any one of them would have had his number, but I'm sure I've not had any dealings with any of them before my problems started. They lived and worked in Cumbria, I'd never been there before we visited Dobroyd Castle Hotel. No I was sure that it was someone else.

I wrote up my notes and emailed them to Karolina and Ela. I thought it best that everyone involved in the hunt should have as much information as possible.

I spent another hour going over some planning tenders. Mandy was doing an excellent job with these planning tenders. She won more than she lost and she'd picked up a number of schemes that the previous contractors had found that they were unable to complete, or went bankrupt trying to fulfil the terms of the contract. The latter she made especially profitable for us.

I looked over the results of our Park and Ride schemes. These were basically money for old rope. We bought two or three fields close to a major ring road or by-pass and turned them into a car park. Occasionally the local council offered to buy the land under a Compulsory Purchase Order (CPO). We always refused these offers as they invariably led to further problems, not only with the land owners but also the local commuters and town's people. Our experience was that it was better to pay market rates, or even a little over, and have people happy with the way we did business. We then ran busses into the local town centre and / or business estates. The local councils helped us by increasing the parking charges in the town centres beyond what people were prepared to pay, and by employing a national contractor to enforce the towns parking regulations, and they publicised our park & ride schemes. We charged for the parking and a little for the bus ride. The initial investment was usually repaid within six months, overheads, staff & busses took about ten percent of the revenue and it was mainly profit from then on.

Diner was lively without being boisterous. Gerald was enthusing over his new music and Harold had some ideas about farm management he wanted to investigate. Paula teased me about 'raping' her MC, but admitted that she'd deserved what she'd got. Michelle, the MC never actually complained about me fucking her, she just moaned about the speed at which I'd picked the lock, and wondered where my lock picks had appeared from.

Cecy and Sasha were in deep discussions, creating intricate and involved plots regarding obtaining more of Karen's clothing, before her fashion show if possible. I did happen to know that Karen had produced two silk gowns for them to wear at the show. I had seen both. These gowns were guaranteed to produce the result both women desired. Well, if they wanted to be raped by every man and most of the females present, they would.

Me, I was happy to be silent and watch the others, listen to their conversations and look at the slave girls and servants standing by the wall. For some reason the permanent servants and the local girls had joined my slaves in being naked when waiting on our meals.

And then I heard the gem. Gerald was moaning that he'd have to go to London soon, to go to Somerset House. He needed a copy of his parents' marriage certificate.

Somerset House is where marriage certificates used to be held. But not only marriage certificates, death certificates and birth certificates as well. These were public records, anyone could search them. The cost was trivial. And, even better, they had been digitised and were searchable by computer now. I could find out if Sir Gerald Huntley had any children from his first wife. If so they, too, would be prime suspects in my hunt for the original cause of my problems.

I smiled to myself. I think my girls picked up on my happiness as they too seemed extra pleased. They'd enjoyed themselves in the village and Varinka was enthusing over a local villager she'd met who spoke Russian.

I went to bed and was surprised to find it empty. Claudette came into the bedroom and stood by my bed.

"Please may I join you in bed tonight?" she asked contritely.

I smiled and pulled the covers back. Claudette slipped her robe off and climbed naked into bed. We made slow and sensuous love. Unhurried and undemanding, taking care of our partner before ourselves, we climbed to a mutual explosive climax. I blasted her vagina with my seed, she milked me while trying to crush my chest with her hug.

We lay facing each other. I was still buried in her to the hilt, though shrinking slightly. She, her splayed knees pressing against my chest, rested her head on my arm.

"How do I find someone like you?" she asked seriously.

"You ask your mother and father for help," I replied.

"And they'll find me someone kind and gentle, strong and intelligent. Someone who'll love me like I love him, one who'll make me do as he demands while he protects me with his life?"

"No," I replied, "she'll be a bow-legged dwarf with halitosis and broken fingernails."

Claudette thought for a few moments, then tugged me, "Lay on me, press into me, quickly."

I flipped her onto her back and pressed my hips against her. I watched her close her eyes and fall into the last sensations of our lovemaking, my shrinking and falling from her. She sighed.

"Ahhhhh! I've never really felt that before. I always waited for the climax and hopped off, I'd finished, so had he, what was there to wait for?" She pressed her head against my chest as she turned and straightened her legs. "I've never felt a man deflate inside me before." She paused and thought for a moment, "Is this what lovers feel?"

I stroked her hair away from her face, noticed the watering of her eyes and held her a little tighter than before. "Some lovers feel this, some don't. The true lovers, the real soul mates, may feel like crying when they part. Making love is only the beginning. It's the feelings that you have afterwards that are the true measure of your love."

Claudette nodded, understanding on an instinctive level.

We lay silent for a few moments.

"Will she love me?" she asked.

"Who?"

"The bow-legged dwarf my parents are going to find for me."

"More than her life itself." I replied.

"Then I'll be happy," she said.

We lay for a few moments, letting ourselves drift and thinking about our conversation.

"I've never been loved like that."

"Like what?" I asked.

"More than their life itself," she said in awe.

"Yes you have."

"Who?" she demanded quickly.

I kissed her forehead, "Cecy and Harold, they love you more than their own lives."

She thought about this and pulled herself into me, into my arms, curling herself against me. "Yes, they do."

She settled for a moment. Her arm snaked round me and she hugged me.

"But that love is different from the love I'm looking for."

She turned pressed her back against my chest, "I'm sure I'll love my children."

She squirmed tight against my chest, pulling my arm over her and pressing my hand against her breast. The other hand snaked between her legs and held my flaccid cock in place against her arse crack, when I recovered I would erect between her crack and, she hoped, against her vagina again.

"But that love will be different from the love I'll have for my husband."

"And if he already has wives?"

"Then they'd better be nice girls or I'm gonna be slappin' some bitches."

"And if the wives are goats?" I asked with a grin.

"Well," she sighed and snuggled against me again, "at least my dwarf doesn't fuck sheep."

Smiling, I fell asleep.

Forty lengths this morning, I looked forward to the exercise, I felt great.

I slipped in to the water, barely a sound. I smiled to myself. Some things you don't forget.

I started swimming, settling into my swim-trance very quickly.

I noticed that June entered the water, deep end, from the steps. I expected her so I ignored the distraction, though I did move over to the side of the pool to give her room. While I swam I let my subconscious process my problems as I saw them.