The Dominafuhrer - THE GODMOTHER

Episode 19 - Listen To Luxembourg

Part 3

Norfolk, November 1956

“Within the last two hours, British and French Paratroops have landed on Egyptian soil to seize key positions in and around Port Said and the Suez Canal in preparation for the amphibious landings which are expected to follow shortly. Fierce fighting has been reported against determined opposition. The Anglo-French air offensive continues and there are reports that bombs have been dropped on Cairo. It is not known if the Egyptian Government has begun to carry out its threat to sink block ships in the Canal.

Widespread condemnation of the military intervention continues and the United Nations is in emergency session debating a resolution which deplores the British and French action as aggression. There were violent scenes in Whitehall yesterday when protesters clashed with mounted police after a rally in Trafalgar Square which had been addressed by Mister Aneurin Bevan. In a broadcast last night, The Leader of the Opposition, Mister Hugh Gaitskell, accused the Government of violating the charter of the United Nations. The Prime Minister is expected to address the nation tonight. Two Government Ministers have resigned.

In other news; a teleprinter message has been received from a news agency in Budapest which reads: ‘The people have just turned over a tram to use as a barricade. The fighting is very close now and we haven't enough Tommy guns. Heavy shells are exploding nearby, jet planes are roaring above. What is the United Nations doing? Give us a little encouragement; we will hold out to our last drop of blood.’" Moscow News reports however that the revolt has now been crushed………”

 

“Where’s that coming from?” Kelly asked, her tousled head poking out from under the bedclothes.

“It’s my new transistor radio,” I replied, holding up a bright red handbag sided box with a big tuning dial and a round metal speaker on the front. “It’s a Dansette; I bought it to keep in touch with the news.” I was sitting fully dressed in a red blouse and a slim black skirt, in one of the chairs at the dressing table and smoking a cigarette, as I listened to the radio.

“Can’t you get any music?” Kelly eased her self out of the bed and padded over to join me, wearing only her suspender belt and stockings. I noted the brown bruises and red rash of little blisters around her nipples and genitals as she carefully sat down, wincing as her weight settled on her buttocks. While she helped herself to one of my cigarettes, I turned the dial on the radio until I arrived at Radio Luxembourg in the middle of a commercial for Nesquik. A voice then reminded us that the previous week’s Pop Chart would be released that evening when we would find out if Elvis Presley’s ‘Hound Dog’ had knocked Frankie Laine’s ‘Woman in love’ off the Number One spot. We were then treated to Johnnie Ray singing ‘Just walking in the rain’.

“Shit! Look at the time!” Kelly’s eyes had spotted the big brass alarm clock on the bedside table and started to get up.

“Relax,” I waved for her to sit back down. “Mistress said last night that you could sleep in. Anyway, I went for a shower after I’d shaved and looked in on the way back. I got the evil eye peering at me and, when she found out that she wasn’t going to get a massage, she pulled the sheet back over her head. However, she did say that you should order breakfast for her to be served in her room. I’m going down for mine soon but I’ve been waiting to check you over first.”

“Thanks, but there’s something I’ve got to do before that.” Kelly crushed her cigarette into the ashtray and removed her stockings and suspender belt before painfully getting to her feet. She shuffled into the WC and a few minutes later I heard her gasps and groans from within the cubicle. Bill Haley’s ‘Rocking through the Rye’ came on the radio and sharing David’s distaste of the record, although I didn’t go into the same rant as he did when he heard it, I pushed the ‘Off’ button. The silence that followed was broken by Kelly’s agonized scream and I grimaced in sympathy; knowing exactly what she going through in there. Shortly afterwards, I heard the flush and then the sound of water running into the hand basin so, by the time Kelly reappeared, pale faced but freshly shaven, I was ready with a new pair of rubber gloves and the jar of salve.

“Come over to the window”, I ordered. “I’ll see better in natural light”. My examination confirmed my initial diagnosis of the night before; the external wounds were not serious and, with the help of the salve, would heal quite quickly. Internally; I could only find the same few smears of blood on the rubber finger and Kelly said that, painful as the experience had been, the stool that she had passed had not been bloody. I dipped another finger into the salve and inserted it up her rectum until I was sure that the damaged lining was fully coated.

I carefully took hold of her penis and pumped it slowly until it came erect, peeling back the foreskin as I did so. I took the helmet in my mouth and flicked the glans with my tongue. Letting it slip out again from between my lips, I looked up Kelly. “How does that feel?”

“Ok”, she shrugged. “But I’m not really in the mood”.

I told Kelly of how Miss Spiteful had sabotaged Kurt’s electric frame and frustrated Bradshaw’s and Mayberry’s sexual plans and she gave me a wan smile. “I’d still rather that it had never happened”, she sighed and although I waited for her to expand on that she just looked very sad.

“Right, that’s it”, I peeled of the gloves and screwed the lid back on the jar. “I’d recommend an enema and a hot bath in a day or two but I’ll give you this salve to take with you today. Apply it externally after your shower now and inside and out again before you go to bed.”

“There’s no point now in doing anything else”, she said mysteriously and I saw her eyes glistening with tears.

“Well, I’m going for my breakfast now,” I said. “See you downstairs”.

I picked up my handbag and left Kelly shrugging into a dressing gown and sorting out a bath towel from a pile on a small table.

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