The Dominafuhrer - THE GODMOTHER

Episode 14 - Moll Mulls It Over

Miss Spiteful was sitting in an armchair and staring out of the window when we knocked and then entered her room. A faint smile twitched at the corners of her mouth as she studied us in our costumes and then got to her feet.

“Slave, can you fix the strap on this shoe? I can’t reach it.”  Both Kelly and I stepped forward to obey her command but I stopped and let my lover kneel when Miss Spiteful lifted her foot onto a little stool. Her dress was a more expensive version of mine in green and red with same splits which revealed her long black nyloned leg up to the suspender on her thigh. The shoulder-less bodice was just as skimpy but there were lacy white sleeves attached which formed a froth just above each elbow. But it was her breasts that my eyes were drawn to, the perfect white orbs jutting out horizontally in their trays of white lace, barely concealing the nipples. I leaned nearer, wanting to touch and take those nipples in my mouth. Miss Spiteful saw the look on my face. “Not now, Storm, maybe later,” and with that I had to be content.

“Right Girls,” Miss Spiteful put her foot back on the floor when Kelly had finished and stood up. “I want a word with you both before we go downstairs. This is looking more and more like a setup with a very dark purpose. I spent a couple of hours trying to speak to Sir Geoffrey to find out what Kurt, Bradshaw and Mayberry are doing here. He doesn’t normally go around with vermin like them and none of the others are enthusiastic about taking part. Yes, I’m paranoid but it’s kept me ahead of trouble for over….” She hesitated and then finished, “a good many years. My instinct tells me that it’s blackmail. Kurt always used to dabble in it. I remember that there was this Berlin hausfrau who used to pay him to fist-fuck and then whip her. Kurt decided to demand money from her not to tell her husband, who was one of the local Gauliters. She paid up for while but eventually confessed to her husband. They both turned up at Kurt’s place with the husband in his full brown shirt uniform, swastika armband and all, and Kurt thought he was going to be arrested. Turned out that the husband didn’t mind Kurt abusing the wife but he wanted to watch. Kurt was very annoyed and embarrassed”

“How did you find out?” I asked.

“Who do you think that the Husband was going to for his whipping?” Miss Spiteful responded as if my question had been a particularly stupid one. “I never found Sir Geoffrey but I eventually cornered Spalding in the drawing Room when he and the maid came to pick up the glasses. He told me that Bradshaw arrived from London with Sir Geoffrey about two months ago. Sir Geoffrey looked petrified and told Spalding that they all had be nice to their new guest and do what ever he asked. A couple weeks later Kurt came back with them and they began planning this little do. Spalding agrees with me, Sir Geoffrey has done something silly and the other two are holding it over him. That’s why Spalding doesn’t want him or his family getting involved with this little do. I remember Sir Geoffrey’s father telling me that Spalding was always wanting to join in or watch when he and friends brought some girls up for a naughty weekend, so something has got to smell for him to keep away.       

“How did you get Spalding to tell you so much?” I asked facetiously, since the elderly Butler had not been reticent so far about any of the family secrets.

“We agreed to exchange information,” Miss Spiteful replied. “He said I looked so much like Arlene Dahl and he wanted to know if my breasts were as good as hers.”

Kelly and I gasped, such presumption usually put men’s testicles in danger, but Miss Spiteful had a wicked glint in her eye. “Do you think that I look like her?”

I had heard of the American film actress but, since I was pretty sure that she had never appeared in any film which involved the slaughter of my countrymen or Red Indians, I had no idea what she looked like. Kelly was bolder. “Oh, you’re much better looking.”

Miss Spiteful smirked. “That’s what I thought but I lifted up my sweater and showed him mine anyway.”

“Jeez, what did he say?” Kelly gulped.

“Doris, get my heart tablets quick!”

It was good to see Miss Spiteful join in our laughter but she quickly became serious again.

“Now listen, if this is a sting operation why have I been invited? The people in my past who would want to put a bullet in my head would want to give Kurt one between the eyes as well and I’ve settled matters with everyone else.”

“What about Seraph?” I ventured but Miss Spiteful shook her head.

“No, the FBI has her on their watch list. After Berlin she went to South America and did some brothel keeping and drug running for one of the Cartels before skipping with a pile of their money. She’s been seen recently in Saigon recently doing much the same for a gang there. I’d be told if she came anywhere near America or Europe. It’s got to be Kurt. I’ve been assured that Bradshaw was never told of my involvement in his arrest and Mayberry is just a sick minded fraud who’s never had more than verbal abuse and a slap from me. Obviously you’ve seen that I have a personal involvement in that girl, Sherry. Kurt has somehow found out about her and intends to use her to take some form of revenge on me although I can’t think of anything that I’ve done to him to earn such enmity.” 

Miss Spiteful picked up a whip and a cat o’nine tails from her bed and tossed them to Kelly.

“Come on then, let’s go down. Keep your eyes and ears open, both of you. Forewarned is forearmed!”

We followed her down the staircase and were rewarded with the view from above as her breasts bounced at each step. If she was conscious of our interest, Miss Spiteful did not show it.

When we reached the entrance hall Spalding, in an overcoat and scarf, and with a rolled up newspaper under his arm was locking the front door from the inside.              

“Good evening My Lady,” his eyes goggled at the display of mammary glands before him. “I hope that you all enjoy yourselves but please be careful. “

“Thank you for your concern, Spalding.” Miss Spiteful replied. “Girls, show Spalding how grateful you are.”

Her wink was our cue and I cupped my hands to lift my breasts clear of the dress while Kelly pulled the top of her tunic apart. Spalding staggered back white faced against the door, and the newspaper fell from his armpit. Fortunately, it fell on the thick doormat and the bottle of Napoleon Brandy that it had concealed, rolled away unbroken.

We left him there, gasping for breath, as a chuckling Miss Spiteful led us to the door of the Gallery.

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