The Dominafuhrer - THE GODMOTHER

Episode 18 - The Most Miserable Aspidistra In The World

“Ashley, come here!” Miss Spiteful commanded and there were several gasps of surprise. Ashley squealed in alarm and Sir Geoffrey started to protest but, realizing her intent, I leaned over and put my hand on his arm. “Do you want Kurt to do it instead?” I whispered. Sir Geoffrey gave me a baffled look and then he too remembered what had happened to Sarah and nodded. He gently pushed Ashley towards Miss Spiteful, but the poor creature howled in despair and clung on to his arm.

Miss Spiteful looked at me and I clasped the dazed Kelly’s hands around the glass of brandy that Sherry had brought over unbidden. I gave her a smile of thanks and then propelled Ashley forward with a shove between his boney shoulder blades. Another push put him to his knees at Miss Spiteful’s feet and he wrapped his arms around her stockinged legs, whining pathetically. “Oh please, please, don’t hurt me,” he pleaded but she just looked down at him with contempt. A kick in his midriff freed her from his midriff and then, to my surprise, she picked up the cat o’nine tails and tossed it to me.

“Here Storm, you do it.” Meeting my eyes, she added, “Show them what I taught you.”

I raised my eyebrows slightly and got the merest of nods in reply. I had to put on a show but not do too much damage to Ashley.

As Miss Spiteful retired to check on Kelly, I decided to shed my dress as well, wriggling it down over my hips and then letting it fall to the floor. In just knickers, corset, stockings and shoes, I took a few paces to and fro cracking the whip to loosen my arm muscles and frighten Ashley even more. He howled and tried to roll himself up in a ball on the floor like a hedgehog but was taken by surprise when I suddenly lashed him across his arms. He screamed and rolled over, rubbing the stinging stripes, and I was able to seize the collar of his fragile tunic and rip the back open. I also tugged his knickers down to his thighs and then began to be-labour the exposed pale flesh, making sure that I did not land the leather flails in the same place too often and that the skin would be marked and even split but not sliced open. Ashley probably didn’t notice the difference and was crawling along floor on his stomach screaming and begging for my mercy. When his shoulders, back and thin buttocks were covered in purple zebra stripes, with the odd trickle of red, I kicked him in the ribs and he rolled over again onto his back. His howl of anguish rose up the scale yet again when I lashed the arms that he put up to defend himself and I really put my full strength into each blow. When there was enough blood flowing from the cuts and dripping on to Ashley’s face and chest to look as if I had flayed him alive, I gave his legs another half dozen lashes and then paused to get my breath. My naked breasts rose and fell as my chest heaved, I felt sticky under the armpits and I was aware of a throbbing erection in my knickers as I looked around to assess the audience reaction. Lord Mayberry was grinning fiendishly and was rubbing one hand inside the crotch of his trousers, probably in anticipation of summoning Gisela for another blow job. She was slumped nearby with a vacant expression on her face if she was trying to blot out the whole nights events so far. Bradshaw seemed impressed and was looking at me with obvious sexual desire and even Kurt had lost the sneer from his face. The other guests and slaves just looked horrified; especially Clarissa who had realised that she would be the next victim if the evening continued. I saw that Kelly had recovered enough to raid my handbag for my cigarettes and was lighting one with a shaking hand when I caught Miss Spiteful’s eye. She inclined her head towards Sir Geoffrey who was sitting upright, his fingers digging into his knees and his pale face a mix with anger and despair. It just needed something more to put him over the edge.

I turned and kicked the sobbing Ashley on one of his ankles, setting of another painful howl.

“On your knees, slave,” I commanded. “You haven’t thanked me yet for your punishment!” Two watery eyes looked up at me as uncomprehending as a spurned puppy but he slowly rolled over and struggled to his hands and knees, gasping as he put his weight on the torn flesh of his palms. Before he could raise himself any further, I reversed my grip on the whip and steadying my self my putting my other hand on the bony base of his spine, jabbed the rubber handle into his rectum. The scream that resulted was both ear splitting and blood curdling. Ashley collapsed face forward onto the floor with the cat o’nine tails rising from his buttocks like a dying aspidistra plant.

“That’s it! No more! That’s enough for tonight!” Sir Geoffrey was on his feet, the ends of his straggly moustache quivering and spittle flying from his lips as he strode forward. “I positively forbid anyone to do any anything else tonight!” He paused in front of Bradshaw and Kurt as if defying them to argue with him but Bradshaw just shrugged and waved his hand in compliance. Kurt seemed totally indifferent.

Sir Geoffrey got down on his knees in a spreading pool of Ashley’s urine, helping him rise to the same position, and then pulling his sobbing lover’s head against his own chest while he made soothing sounds. I had the feeling that my victim had voided his bowels as well as his bladder and I decided to move away before an attempt was made to extract the whip handle that was plugging Ashley’s sphincter.

“Right everybody, you can go to bed now,” Bradshaw called out as he rose from his armchair. “Tara will join me in my bedroom; Kurt wishes to see Eva in his and Pippa will make herself available to Lord Mayberry!”  

There were mixed reactions from the girls to his announcement, Sophia and Sherry were relieved to be ignored; Eva, back on her feet and fortifying her bruised mouth with brandy, gave Kurt an angry look; Tara grimaced and looked resigned to her fate but Pippa swayed on her feet and gave a horrified squeal. Mayberry leered at her before leaving the room, followed by a silent Kurt.

“Could someone please make sure that all the candles are extinguished before you all leave? That is, unless you want the hall to burn down in the night.” Sir Geoffrey asked as he helped Ashley to his feet. I think that his nostrils had told him of the dangers of being too hasty in extracting my whip and it remain firmly in place, the thongs trailing on the floor as Ashley hobbled towards the door, supported by Sir Geoffrey’s arm. Wilmington and Gisela were next, the wife was staring into the distance and her husband had to guide her by her elbow. Harman and Clarissa crept out as if they were trying not to be noticed and could hardly believe their luck at being spared. I was waiting as Miss Spiteful helped Kelly to her feet, noting the way that she was arching her back and biting her lip against the pain when I was aware of Bradshaw at my left shoulder. “Would you like to join Tara and me?” He asked as I felt his fingers groping at my buttocks through my knickers. “I think that it could be a very interesting night.” 

I moved away, turned around and just laughed in reply. Bradshaw started as if I had slapped him and, turning red in the face, raced out of the room.

“Were you hoping for a better offer?” Miss Spiteful laughed as she released Kelly into my care. “I think that the one I want will ever come“, I replied and she raised an amused eyebrow. Then she turned to watch Eva lead Sherry out of the room with a grim expression on her face. “Go on up”, Miss Spiteful ordered. “I’ll be along in a minute.” She went over to the drinks table, lifted a bottle of wine and some glasses and, as I helped Kelly out of the door, I saw her talking to Tara and Pippa. She overtook us as we slowly ascended the stairs, humming cheerfully to herself with Kelly’s slave belt, knickers and shoes under her arm, but she stopped as we turned the corner into the central passage. Eva was pushing Sherry into their bedroom and locking the door from the outside. When she saw us watching, she slipped the loop of string that the key was on, over her head to let it dangle on her chest. With a sneer on her face, she stepped across the corridor, opened the door of Kurt’s room and went inside. As we passed by, we heard a slap, a scream and Kurt snarl, “What took you so long, you little bitch?”

To my surprise, Miss Spiteful followed us into our room instead of going into her own. She tossed Kelly’s gear onto the top of the chest of drawers and seated herself at the dressing table while I helped Kelly onto the bed and gently turned her onto her side. “I left the dresses downstairs”, Miss Spiteful said as she poured some wine into one of the glasses. “We will not need them again.”    

She watched carefully as I opened a drawer in the dresser, pulled on some surgeon’s rubber gloves and unscrewed the lid of a jar of the same salve that the Doctor in Berlin had given me for my injuries. “I never travel without it now”, I laughed. “Especially if I’m with you; David says that you are dangerous to know”.

“I can’t think why”, she shrugged as she sipped her wine and crossed her long stockinged legs.

I bent over and began my examination by carefully inserting an index finger, liberally smeared with the salve, into her sphincter. She groaned and stiffened as I revolved my finger, ensuring that the inside of her colon was coated with the salve. When I withdrew it I noted that there were only a few smears of blood on the latex and nodded in satisfaction. I discarded the glove and rolled Kelly on to her back so that I could check on her nipples and then her penis. I gently peeled the foreskin and sighed with relief when I saw that the pink flesh of the glans was undamaged. ”It’s not too bad”, I reassured her as I applied salve to the burns and tiny blisters on her shaft, testicles and nipples. “These are painful but really just superficial. There’s a little blood inside but again, no real damage. You’ll probably be out of action for a week but you can masturbate if you are careful where you grip with your hands.”

That didn’t seem any consolation to Kelly who burst into tears, turned away from me and curled herself up like a baby in the womb. I was taken aback. A lot worse had happened to me several times but I had recovered and I couldn’t imagine why not being able to have sex with me for a week should be so distressing.

I looked inquiringly at Miss Spiteful who was holding out a glass of wine to me. She shook her head as I sat down in another chair and lit a cigarette from my handbag.

“That’s not because of you “, she nodded at Kelly. “She’ll explain in her own time. It’s so unfortunate that this had to happen to her tonight but I had no choice. Kurt is out to wound me by hurting the ones that I love and he would have done something to Sherry if Kelly hadn’t been available and you hadn’t provoked Sir Geoffrey into closing it down tonight”.

She looked me straight in the eyes. “You realise that by slaving for me tomorrow night that he will pick on you as well?”

Indeed I did but I did not want to dwell on that thought. “How did you fix the electrics?” I asked, changing the subject.

Miss Spiteful gave one of her superior smiles as she sipped her wine. “I had good look around this afternoon when I was searching for Sir Geoffrey and found the dungeon all set up. Eric Spalding is the Hall’s handyman and I got him to do a bit of rewiring on the control box. It was a tricky bit of judgment; if it blew too soon, Kurt would have tried something else, too late and Kelly would have been badly injured”.

“I suppose that you flashed your tits at him as well “, I said in mock disapproval as I stubbed out my cigarette.

“Certainly not!” Miss Spiteful stretched out one of her long nyloned legs. “Unlike his Grandfather, Eric is a legs man with a fine appreciation of stocking tops and suspenders”. We both laughed and then Miss Spiteful put her glass down and looked serious. “You did well tonight, Storm. You read my thoughts and we managed to put a little spoke in Bradshaw and Kurt’s wheel but it’s not over yet. My paranoia is working overtime and I feel that something really dreadful is going to happen. I’m glad that you are here with me because I know that I am going to need your help.” She leant forward and gave me a long lingering kiss on the lips and my penis start started to rise again in my knickers. For some reason I felt embarrassed and blushed.

“Mein Gott, Storm!” Miss Spiteful laughed.” Please go ahead if you want to masturbate.” She refilled her glass and settled back in her chair as I pulled my knickers down to my ankles. “Here”, she said as she lifted her right leg and rested the ankle on my left knee. “Let me feel your magic fingers”. I trailed my fingers up her shin, making the nylon rustle, and she shuddered. “This is just like you and me in the dungeon in Berlin. All that is missing is the RAF dropping bombs on us”.

I was slowly rubbing my penis with my right hand as my left massaged her knee, came back to her ankles and then up the inside of her thigh. We were both getting very excited and Miss Spiteful was stroking the crotch of her knickers. When I felt my penis jerk in my grasp, I grabbed my empty wine glass with my left hand and held it so that my semen pumped into it. As the last drops dribbled from the end of penis Miss Spiteful, now with both feet on the floor, her legs opened wide and her hand working furiously in her knickers came to her climax. She gave one of her animal howls and put her head back as her body shuddered. She withdrew her wet hand from her knickers put her fingers to her lips, licking them with evident satisfaction.

“Cheers!” I said and tipped the glassful of my own cum down my throat.

“That was good”, Miss Spiteful said with a sad smile. “I haven’t had an orgasm like that for a while now”.

Of course I had to jump right in and say it. “Well Kelly did tell me about you and Tom….”

“Verdammt noch mal!” she exploded. “Why was I cursed with a klatschmaul and a schnufflerin for slaves?”

I was almost offended, perhaps Kelly was a blabbermouth but I certainly did not regard myself as a nosey parker, just inquisitive.

“I’m sorry”, Miss Spiteful shook her head and stood up. “You mean well. Look after Kelly. Tell that there’s no need to get up early in the morning.”

“One thing before you go“. She turned and gave me a warning look but my question was not the one that she was expecting about Sherry. “What did you say to Pippa and Tara downstairs?”

Miss Spiteful smirked as she picked up her bottle and glass.

“Well. I advised Pippa to surreptitiously stick a finger down her throat just before she took Mayberry’s penis in her mouth. The good Lord will quickly lose his passion with her vomit over his balls and his bed”.

“And Tara?” I chuckled.

“When I was having that poke around this afternoon I found the old nursery out the back and there was a nanny’s uniform hanging in there. Bradshaw was a client of mine before the war and I doubt if his fantasy has changed. I told Tara to grab a whip and a paddle from the dungeon and then put the uniform on in the nursery. If she goes into Bradshaw’s bedroom dressed like that and uses the whip, he’ll revert back fifty years and be her slave. I don’t think that any of the girls, apart from Eva, deserve to be abused like this even if they are being paid.”

With that she wished me good night and went back to her room. I sat for a while, smoking and thinking, before I undressed, used the WC and put the light out. When I got into bed and cuddled up to Kelly to remove her slave collar, I found that, although she was asleep, she was still sobbing and muttering to herself. I strained to catch what she was saying and made out some odd sentences: “It’s all gone wrong!” “Why now?”  “It’s all ruined!”

Puzzling over that, I put my arms around her and went to sleep myself.      

End Of Part Two

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