The Dominafuhrer - THE GODMOTHER

Episode 36 - Saving Sherry

I was thoroughly sick of the record as it spun for the fifth time; Mayberry’s accompaniment was painful to the ears and I closed my eyes, hoping vainly that I could shut out the noise if I could not see the source. In doing so, I missed whatever caused Sherry to stumble but, completely exhausted, she hung between Pippa and Tara unable to get back to her feet.

“That is your second mistake tonight, my dear,” Bradshaw’s voice was no longer jovial. “I have no alternative but to commit you to Serjanus for punishment!”

“Now”, Miss Spiteful hissed as Sherry screamed and tried to scramble away across the floor. She had not gone far when Kurt caught her up and got his fingers around her slave collar.  Kurt lashed her with his whip and, rolling her flat on her back, got down with his knees on either side of her waist. He obviously intended to beat and violate here in the middle of the floor.

Miss Spiteful was on her feet and I was alongside her but, before we had taken more than two steps, Kurt had his dagger pointed at Sherry’s throat.

“Touch her and I will personally ram that into your black heart”, Miss Spiteful warned him but Kurt continued to claw at the elastic of Sherry’s knickers with his free hand.

“Come nearer and you’ll watch me fuck her corpse”, Kurt cackled and I wished that Kelly was here with her Judo skills to kick the knife away. All I could do was move around him to divide his attention. Get back where I can see you, Freak”, he ordered but I kept sidling along. “I’m warning you”, he shouted over his shoulder as he pressed the blade against her trembling skin. Sherry’s eyeballs had rolled to show the whites and I think that she had passed out with shock and terror, which was perhaps just as well.

“Another murder, but this time there are a room full of witnesses”, Miss Spiteful said. “Bradshaw can tell what you happens when they hang you in this country. In fact, he might even be joining you on the trap door as an accessory when it is proved that he knew what you were going to do and did not prevent it”.

I looked up at Bradshaw, who had gone pale and seemed to be choking because he was rubbing his throat.

Kurt shook his head, “Not this lot, they are so frightened that they don’t take a shit without my permission. There’s not one who will stand up in court against me”.

He had finally got Sherry’s knickers down over her hips to expose her vaginal mound and the pink lips of her labia peeping through her pubic hair.

“There we are, Come to daddy”, he muttered, reaching beneath his tunic as he spread his knees further.

“I will!” Everyone looked round. Gisela stood with her long legs apart and her hands on her hips, glaring at Kurt. “I will give evidence in court not only for murder, but for blackmail, violence and sexual assault. I don’t know about everyone else but I have had enough. Denis,” she looked at her husband who was staring at her aghast. “It is over; I do not care whether people know that I had to prostitute my self to stay alive. There are much more important things in life than your career. If you love me, come and stand by me”.

Wilmington stared about him as if he no longer knew where he was and then, as if in a dream, he stood up and walked over to Gisela. He took her hand and looked her in the eyes. “Do you know what you are saying?” he asked. “You are the most important thing in the world to me; I was only doing this to protect you”.

Gisela touch his face. “Whatever happens, we will still be together. You can make more money outside politics than in and the whores there will be honest ones”.

Wilmington smiled, took his wife’s hand and turned to Kurt. “I will give evidence as well”. He stated.

Kurt snarled and looked round uncertainly just as Clarissa limped forward.

“I’ll be in court too”, she hissed at Kurt. “I want to see you hang for murder and I’ll cheer when the judge puts the black cap on. I will tell them everything that has happened here and I don’t care either who gets to see my old films, they might even get me a Hollywood contract”.

“I can still slit all of your fucking throats and get away with it”, Kurt roared with a bravado that did not show on his face.

“Then there will be one more throat that you will have slit”, George Harman took Clarissa’s hand. “So I’ll never get to Hollywood but there’s a growing film industry in Germany. I could make my fortune there, who knows?” He shrugged his shoulders and Clarissa smiled at him as she rubbed his arm.

Kurt was looking about him with more uncertainty now and was straightening his back just as Sherry recovered consciousness. She screamed when she saw the dagger above her chin and Kurt kneeling astride her and began wriggling until he put the knife back against her throat. “Stay still!” he hissed, still in denial that he had been defeated.

“Ken, tell him that you will testify. You will won’t you?” Sarah had recovered and was prodding Waveney as they sat together on the sofa.

“Oh no”, Waveney, his face grey, shook his head. “Oh no, I couldn’t. What about my wife? She mustn’t find out. I can’t go into the witness box. You must be mad!”

Sarah’s jaw dropped. “Your wife?” she screamed. “You’ve put me through this and all you can care about is your wife. You told me I was here because I meant more to you than her, you lousy, rotten lying bastard!” Sarah threw the contents of Waveney’s glass in his face and burst into tears before running from the room. He sat there with red wine dripping onto his toga, still shaking his head.

I was now standing directly behind Kurt and had got within three paces of him when I was aware that someone was standing along side me. Garrod, barefoot and stripped down to his underpants, put his finger to his lips and passed me the free end of his rolled up toga. There was a sound behind me and I saw Tara and Pippa holding the squirming Eva in their grasp, her eyes were bulging with fury but unable to protest because Pippa’s hand was clamped over her mouth. Garrod held up three fingers and lowered them slowly, one by one. Bradshaw shouted a warning as the last one retracted but he was too late. As Kurt turned his head, we wrapped the toga around it and jerked him backwards off Sherry’s body. He slashed blindly at the air with his dagger and then dropped it, howling in agony when Gisela smashed one of Kurt’s own whips across his wrist. Miss Spiteful got Sherry to her feet and cuddled the sobbing youngster as Garrod and I let go off the ends of the toga. Kurt spun around as he fought his way out of the enveloping shroud, finally throwing it down and looking for his dagger. He snatched it up and stood poised as if he was expecting to be attacked.

“That was well done”, I whispered to Garrod.

He gave me a weak smile in return. “I’ve played a Commando three times”.

He looked at Kurt and shook his head. “It’s over Kurt. I’m not going to pay you anymore or do what you say. No public humiliation can be worse than what you have put us through here. I know what I am but I didn’t realise how low I had sunk until you made me fall for that pathetic arsehole over there”. Garrod waved his hand in the direction of Dominic who was cowering against the wall.

“No please don’t do it! They’ll hurt me again!” Ashley’s pleading voice made us all turn; although I still kept one eye on Kurt. Sir Geoffrey had stood up to cast off his purple robe and laurel wreath but Ashley had hold off his arm and was trying to make him sit back down on the couch.

Finally Sir Geoffrey lost his temper. “Oh do stop whining Ashley! You are getting on my fucking nerves. I might not be the finest example of the English aristocracy but I do believe in loyalty and honour and I have failed in both. Now if you don’t like what I am going to do then you can fuck off back to London and find some other rich bugger to keep giving donations to RADA to stop them throwing you out for being devoid of talent”. Ashley shrieked and sobbed but to no avail as Sir Geoffrey stood over the grey faced and shaking Bradshaw. I thought of Spalding and how he would be kicking himself to have missed that little speech.

“No more. I want you and Kurt out of here in the morning. I will call the Police if you do not go. In fact you can all go. Get on about your lives while I have this house fumigated “.

“But we’ll go to prison”, Ashley wailed. “You know what they will do to me in there”.

“I don’t give a fuck, Ashley”, Sir Geoffrey replied. “I can afford to live abroad for the next ten years until Parliament makes buggery legal. What are you going to do?”

Bradshaw didn’t even look at Sir Geoffrey as he rose from his couch and moved like a sleep walker towards Kurt.

“You fucking idiot!” he shouted and Kurt blinked. “We’ve lost them. It’s all gone wrong because you had this petty feud with that German bitch! Frankie Fraser is going to chop me to pieces and it’s your fucking fault”.

Kurt shook his head and snarled back. “No it’s not over! I’ve still got the files on them and lots of others. We’ll expose one and that’ll bring them back into line. You’ll see”.

Bradshaw gave a hollow laugh. “No, I’m finished with you. I’ll leave you Waveney and Mayberry. I’ll find some fish of my own to hook; there’s plenty more swimming around in the cesspool out there”.

“Come on Ingrid”, Miss Spiteful called out from the doorway and I realised that the room had been rapidly emptying while I had been watching Kurt and Bradshaw.

“I say old man”, Mayberry grabbed Kurt’s arm. “What’s happening? What was that all about and where is everyone going? “

Kurt shook him off and then smashed his fist against the Peer’s jaw. “Get your fucking hands off me you sick piece of scum!”  As Mayberry crumpled to the floor, Kurt turned back to Bradshaw.

“Right then, in that case you can start paying me otherwise I’ll tell Billy Hill where to find you. And don’t try to double cross me because I will slit your guts open with this!” Kurt held the dagger up to Bradshaw’s perspiring face.

Miss Spiteful called me again and I reluctantly turned away as the two ex-partners continued to argue and threaten each other.

I picked up my slave belt from the couch and hurried to join Miss Spiteful as she stood clutching Sherry to her bosom at the door. She put her free arm around my shoulders and gave them a squeeze.

“Thank you Ingrid, I hope that it’s over now”.

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