Despite the improvement in my financial situation, I still haven’t splurged. Paying for things isn’t always necessary when you know how to discount items one hundred percent off. Still, my days of free merchandise were behind me as I didn’t want to risk my status with the team. One slip up and I could be off to the “last chance” high school up the road. My clothes today reflect that sudden shift in my moral outlook. My simple, faded blue jeans along with my white cotton t-shirt is exposing just a bit of my slightly soft belly. I’m not out of shape, but the volleyball season is long since over and a long ways from starting again. By mid-summer I’ll be tighter and lighter. Despite my simple fabrics, the leather caresses and loves my body. I sink back as Mistress Kim puts the large Lexus in gear and drives away.
The Texas sun is bright, but clearly does not bother her through her gold, wire rimmed Gucci glasses covering her eyes. Her raven black hair is tightly braided into hundreds of long locks woven together and tucked up under itself at the base of her neck, her cute, tiny and pointed ears completely exposed. I notice the earring dangling from her right ear. Hanging between two tear-drop shaped golden rings, are two long stemmed roses crossed towards the top, rotating as she moves her head. The stems are of a polished, pitch black material, with tiny thorns and leaves along the shafts. The roses are bright red. She’s also wearing a charcoal black suit that has clearly been tailored to not just fit, but accentuate and enhance her incredible physique. Her collar slightly exposes the dark purple dress shirt underneath. She exudes power and I stare at her, mesmerized. She puts the Lexus in gear and pulls out.
Despite the desire and longing I have for her, a feeling of apprehension has me gripped tightly, and begins to squeeze. Twenty minutes pass, and while I know enough to wait for her to speak first, the anticipation is becoming overwhelming. She hasn’t smiled at me, or spoken a word since I sat down and we left. She doesn’t hand me the eye cover, and so clearly doesn’t care what I see so far. We’re heading west and out of town, towards the edge of the ever expanding urban line and out into the north Texas countryside. I switch between staring out of the window, to glancing at her, to down at my hands in my lap. She doesn’t turn the radio on, and so there is an increasingly worrying silence that is stoking a small ember of fear. Finally, she breaks the silence.
“I should be angry at you ignoring my words.”
“*Walk away and forget this. Don’t seek me out*.” echoes in my head.
*Fuck…*
“However,” she looks back at me for a moment, and all I see is a warped reflection of me staring back. “We’re a bit intertwined now.”
She turns her head back to focus on driving, but adjusts the rear-view mirror so that she can see my face. I maintain eye contact through the reflection, and I’m sure she can see the slightly confused look on my face.
“First, Holly,” she continues, “I truly am sorry for what you went through.”
I look down at my lap, shame washing over me like a rogue wave. My thoughts begin to turn towards that terror filled night that I wish would stop infecting my dreams. Before I lose myself completely in my despair she brings me back around.
“Stop!” She commands me. I look up at her gaze in the mirror while a single tear betrays me and slides down my left check. “Don’t you dare let them live again.”
*That’s right, they’re dead. They suffered worse and they fucking deserved it! So why are you still living it?*
“You’re not stupid, you’ve figured out what happened to them. I told you to stay away, but you came to me. Now, you’re my responsibility.”
“I don’t unders…” I try to ask a question but in vain. She snaps her fingers and I’m transported to the gym back in March, standing before her trembling in fear. I put my hands on my legs and shut my mouth while she speaks.
“No, and I don’t expect you to…for now.” We drive off of the main highway and begin navigating hilly country roads. At the apex of some hills, I can tell we’re in an area near the lakes and some very large and expensive properties. I assume we’re heading to her place again.
“We have about fifteen minutes from now, Holly. I want you to listen closely. Do I have your full attention?”
I nod, “Yes ma’am.”
“First, your ass is mine until August.”
*Wait…what?*
“That’s right, I own you for the time being.” She says, answering my unspoken question. More questions flood my brain though. “You owe me and I’m going to collect.”
*Oh shit…is she kidnapping me?*
A wave of panic engulfs me as I realize my predicament has suddenly shifted intentions. The gravity of her willingness to kill four other human beings, as pathetic as they were, sinks in and weighs me down in my seat. I glance over at the door handle next to me and consider jumping out at the next stop.
“It’s locked, Holly…” She says, anticipating my obvious plans. “Relax, you’re fine. If you weren’t, then yes, you’d already be dead. Don’t bother with your phone, I’ve had it disabled for now.”
I look back up at her in the mirror. The nonchalant way she says it chills me. The ember of fear I felt earlier catches flame again and explodes inside of me. I am trapped. No one knows where I am, or where I am going.
*Jim and Barbara will have to wonder at some point…*
The thought of my foster parents giving a shit about me worries me, but even they would begin to worry about their monthly check if the source of that check disappeared.
“My family will worry…”
She chuckles and says, “Your *family*? Holly please…besides, I know for a fact they won’t.”
*Ouch…but fuck you for being right.*
She reaches over to something on the passenger seat next to her and tosses it in my lap. Any questions about whether or not my foster family would report me missing are answered in the face of my little, purple stuffed Holly the Christmas rabbit. I pick her up and hold her to my face for a moment.
“You’re costing me a lot of money, not to mention the number of favors I no longer have just to keep you alive.”
*Please no…no…please someone help…*
Sensing my growing fear she says, “Relax…just relax. Close your eyes and take some deep breaths.”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath and hold it for a moment…
“I want you with me Holly.”
…and exhale.
I open my eyes to see hers staring back at me through the mirror. She’s taken her sunglasses off and I am focused on her beautiful blue eyes again for the first time in months. I can see a hint of a smile in her gaze; a siren’s song to me.
“Why?” I ask, although her words have already softened my fears.
“My own reasons for now. You’re going to have to trust me again. Not that you have much of a choice at this point.” She puts her glasses back and turns back to the road.
*Apparently not…Although maybe you’ll get to live at her house for a while. Maybe she wants to take me to the dungeon again?*
I remember her house, and the smells of vanilla in the hallways, eucalyptus in the shower. For a moment, my thoughts turn to her tender touch and kiss; her hands washing and caressing my hair. Her fingers exploring my body, brushing against my nipples, teasing my clit. I remember the dungeon; crossing the moat into a red hued wonderland of torture devices, the leather against my legs as I was strapped into the wooden cross. The tug of the leash, the pulling of my hair. I remember the sting of her cane against my pale flesh and how it excited my desires and unleashed a waterfall of lust between my legs.
“I want you too.” I whisper, still not understanding how a much older woman has caused a puddle in my seat.
She laughs briefly and says, “I’m well aware of that you little perv.”
The Lexus slows along the two lane road and turns left into a large gated entrance. The gates are already open, and she drives through. Large oak trees line the road briefly before opening up to the view of the house. She pulls to the right as a large semi-truck drives past her heading the other direction. I notice her looking at me as I watch the truck pass.
*Careful…*
She slows as we approach the courtyard where I can see two semi-trucks with white trailers are backed up to the large building with the dungeon. All four of the doors are open now, and the trucks occupy two of them. Some men are walking around the trucks, milling about, while I can see others loading up the trucks as we pull into the main courtyard. Some of the man wave at her, but she never waves back. I look through an open door that isn’t being blocked by a truck, and shock fills me as I look completely through the empty building to the other side, where I see a large, white jet plane sitting on the other side of the building. The massive structure was nearly completely open on the other side.
*Where did it all go? What the fuck is going on? How fucking rich is she? A fucking plane hangar? Wow…*
“Holly…” She says, pausing to get my attention.
“Yes ma’am?”
“Not a word. Not a peep.”
“Yes ma’am.”
We drive through the opening between the house and the hangar and I see that an entire runway exists on the other side. The scale of the property is immense; I can’t see any indication of its size in the form of fences anywhere. She drives us around to the other side and I can see the plane better. There are no windows along its dark blue exterior. There are numbers along the tail section, but other than that the plane is non-descript despite being as large as any standard passenger jet I’d seen. Two large engines sit dormant behind Mister Donovan, who is standing next to a stair way on wheels leading up to the plane’s entrance. Despite the fact that I know I am looking at someone who had killed four high school students a couple of months ago, I don’t feel the same fear as before. He, too, is wearing a tailored charcoal suit, although with a black dress shirt, and dark sunglasses.
*Oh fuck, we’re flying somewhere…I wonder if she knows I’ve never been on a plane? This is fucking cool!*
“Holy crap where are we going?” I blurt out, stupidly, but my excitement overwhelms me.
“I’m making a delivery. Say another word and you’ll be begging me to let you stand for the rest of the flight.”
*Oh shit…*
She parks us near the plane’s stairs and she says, “Put your bunny and your phone in your backpack, and walk up the stairs into the plane. Sit down on the first couch on your left and wait for me.”
*Couch?*
I don’t have time to respond before she exits and walks over to where Mister Donovan is waiting. Reaching over I unlock my seatbelt. I grab my bunny and find room in my backpack next to my cherished shoes and some school supplies I no longer needed. The door shuts behind me as I exit out into the Texas heat; the sun blinding me momentarily after the shelter of the Lexus’ tinted windows. My shoulders heave as I sigh in resolution, and walk towards the plane. Mister Donovan and she are talking as I approach, but go silent as I get near. Her back is to me, but she raises her right arm as I approach, and she gently pulls me in and then guides me up the stairs. She does not follow. I feel a much heavier hand pat my head as I pass them by and go up. I do not think about what that hand has done, but I know why I shiver for a brief second. Looking up at the darkened entrance ahead, I pause just a moment.
*Up the rabbit hole, I guess? Why not? Sure beats all of the other trips you’ve had…*
My feet move slowly up the stairs at first, but excitement overwhelms me and soon they cross over into a luxury I had only seen on TV shows. A light purple glow emanated from overhead lamps spaced evenly down the middle of the interior. A dark, reddish wood accentuated the walls and tables, while black carpet lined the entirety of the cabin. Money beyond my comprehension sparkles in front of me in the gold outlines of nearly everything. Dark, red leather made up the seats and couches. Carved in many places were depictions of intertwined roses.
My eyes go from the recliners in the front, to the large red couch on the left where she had directed me. Across from the couch is a huge monitor currently dark. Several rectangular windows line the walls as well, showing a clear view of the outside. I move slowly, taking in the opulence, touching everything to cement the memories.
*Holy shit those are monitors…*
Beyond the couch on the left is a large wooden cross exactly like the one I had been strapped to so many nights ago.
*No fucking way!*
A large red, leathered bench sits opposite of the cross, a beautiful, topless young girl sitting on it, one hand tethered to a metal ring on the bench. Between the couch and cross, instead of black carpet, I now realize is a large square tiled in black marble. After the cross and the bench and the tile and the topless girl is a bar area, the front of the bar is black, but with red letters spelling out, “Plaisir en faits d’armes” on the front in a half moon curve. There are doors on either side of bar further down each hallway. The bar area has several stools…
*Wait…what the hell?*
I look back at the girl on the bench and find she is looking back at me. She is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. An angelic white face stares back at me, with full lips gently raised at the corners. If she is wearing makeup it’s too hard to tell, but her skin looks porcelain and perfect. I can’t see the color of her eyes, but her eyebrows curve up inquisitively. Her dirty blond hair is up in a high pony spilling down around her neck on her right side, covering up her exposed breast. She appears somewhat taller than I am, but it’s hard to tell as her butt is on the edge of the front of the bench, leaning back on her hands perched on the back of the bench. My eyes drop lower to her light blue, sheer blousy pants. I can see right through the fabric, and realize she has a thong on. Her body is lithe, but curvy where she needs to be. I can make out her ribs just barely, but I’m drawn to the curve of the one tangerine sized breast that isn’t covered by her hair. The perky little object of my focus still points upward at the nipple, and I can feel the warmth between my legs.
*She’s fucking gorgeous…wow. Who is she?*
Childishly, I raise my right hand to say hello. I mouth “hi” to her, and she smiles warmly. She raises her unchained hand back and winks at me. She places a finger to her lips and motions towards the planes door behind me. I turn and the shadow of Mister Donovan fills the entrance. He walks in, looks at me through his sunglasses, and then disappears into the cockpit and closes the door. Mistress Kim follows him up the stairs, turns and closes the door. Immediately the interior starts to cool. She knocks on the cockpit door and then turns and comes back into the cabin. Her suit jacket comes off and she lays it on one of the recliners near the front. Her firm breasts push against the fabric of her shirt. She walks up to me, takes my backpack from my hands and tosses it on the recliner adorned with her jacket.
“I see you’ve already met our guest.” She says as she passes me on her way to the back.
“Who is she?” I ask reflexively. I’m aware of the fuck-up when she stops in her tracks.
*You fucking idiot…*
She turns and faces me, a few feet away. Her lips are tight, her eyes glaring as she looks me up and down. I involuntarily take a step back.
“You little bitch.”
Before I can stammer out an apology I hear the door to the cockpit open behind me. Heavy steps indicate that Mister Donovan is approaching. He stops next to me and when I look up he’s smiling. He reaches out his hand towards her and snaps his fingers twice, holding his upturned palm. Unwavering, and not breaking her glare at me, she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a large roll of cash. She peels off five one hundred dollar bills and places them on his hand.
“Asshole.” She says.
He makes a bit of a show about smelling the bills, smiling at her, and then pats me on the head and turns back to the cockpit. I don’t look as he disappears but I hear the cockpit door lock; my eyes are locked on hers now. My heart is pounding.
“We’re not even wheels up and you’ve cost me even more.” She shakes her head slowly in a disapproving manner. Turning to the stunning girl on the bench, she bends over and unlocks the chain around her wrist. The girl is emotionless as the chain comes off. She sits perfectly still, her eyes locked forward. Both of her hands are on her legs, flat against her thighs.
Mistress Kim looks directly at me as she says, “Je dois discipliner cette garce indisciplinée. Allez au fond et prenez le chapelet.”
I don’t speak French but I immediately recognize it. The young girl replies, “Oui Maîtresse,” as she rises and heads to the back of the plane. She looks me briefly with what I think is sympathy in her eyes. As she leaves, I feel the engines turn on.
“I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, but we’re going to have to start somewhere I suppose. Clothes off, but leave your panties on. Go stand by the Saint Andrews cross…I’m sure you remember what that looks like.”
*Oh fuck no…I’m getting spanked again…*
I take a deep, nervous breath and push it out in a massive sigh to calm my nerves. She laughs as I start to take off my shirt, then my bra, pants, socks and shoes. A small sense of embarrassment lingers as my red-hearted cotton panties seem so out of place. In a moment, I am nearly naked and walking across the carpet to where the cross is. Opposite, the young girl is coming back from one of the doors beyond the bar, holding a very familiar item. I stop in my tracks and try to walk backwards from the rose adorned paddle now walking directly towards me. A strong hand on my head grabs my hair and pulls back. I’m looking up directly at her looking down at me now.
“It’s a plane dipshit, where do you think you’re going?” She pushes me forward and into the middle of black marble tiled area. “Pensait-elle qu’elle allait se cacher quelque part?”
The girl smiles and gently laughs for a moment as she is standing near me cradling the paddle and its rose shaped metal stinger on her outstretched arms. Mistress Kim orients me by grabbing my shoulders and turning me around to face the other girl. I look up at the soft contours of her smiling face, and I can see the mirth in her eyes. Her nipples are hard and erect, and can’t help but think that she might be enjoying this as well.
“Bend over Holly, and grab her ankles.”
Resigned to my fate, I bend over, and my head is almost between her ankles. The sheer blue fabric brushes up against my face, and the intoxicating aroma of her perfume hits me. She smells of lilacs and lavender, and her calves are firm but soft as the palms of my hands slide along the back of her legs and down to her ankles, where I wrap my fingers around her soft skin and squeeze. I feel her hands slide along my hips and then grab the top of my panties and pull me towards her, slightly lifting my butt up. My breathing is increasing as I anticipate the pain to come, and I squeeze a little harder.
“La misérable petite chose est terrifiée, non?” I hear the girl say, her inflection at the end indicating a question.
“Oui…” I hear Mistress Kim respond, laughing as she adds, “Oui oui…”
She stands off to the side of me, and for a moment I nearly tumble over and into the beautiful girl holding my panties as the plane begins to taxi.
“One for every hundred dollars you just cost me young lady.”
*Five!!?? No…wait…*
“Ma’am…”
***THA-WHACK!!***
I roll forward from the hard impact but the angel in front of me holding me keeps me steady. I wince and yelp. The pain is fierce and instantaneously spreads like wildfire across my skin. I grip the girls ankles even harder.
***THA-WHACK!!***
I hear the smack on my ass as it rises above the sounds of the engines but the pain blinds me.
“AHHHH!” I blurt out, my knees buckling, my hands letting go. The girl’s hands grip my cotton panties and pull up, the fabric stretching and thinning as it pulls tight between my cheeks like a g-string. I nearly fall over, the pain searing. Both of my butt cheeks are burning.
*No please…no…*
She pulls and manages to get me back on my feet, but I try to stand up. She pushes me back down.
“Non non ma chérie, tu vas empirer les choses. Allez, ce n’est pas si mal.” I don’t understand anything that she says, but her sweet, soothing voice convinces me to hold onto her ankles again. My ass in the air again, and she pulls the fabric of my panties tightly, exposing as much of the skin on my ass as possible.
***THA-WHACK!!***
I scream. The pain of the blow waters my eyes and my legs nearly collapse again.
***THA-WHACK!!***
My screams pierce the cabin and I pull against my captor. Her legs squeeze my head in place as I struggle to free myself.
*“Encore une chérie, je suis là pour toi… attends…” I hear her say lovingly.*
***THA-WHACK!!***
My final instruction lands on my burning skin with the force of the sun. My eyes clinch tight as the pain overwhelms me. My legs tremble, and then give way as I collapse on the marble under my feet. I sob as the pain throbs and the burning on my backside spreads. The strikes felt much harder than the pleasure filled night she had given me the first time we met; there is no pleasure in this at all.
“Voilà maintenant, tout est fini. Ça va aller, tu as fait du bien ma chérie…” I hear her whispering in my ear, gently stroking her hand long my back. The sting in my ass is fading much too slowly, and I milk her affection. Her continued strokes take my focus off the burning for a moment.
“Oh please…” I hear Mistress Kim say, exasperated, adding, “Mettez-la sur le banc avec vous, face à face.” I’m left to wallow in misery and pain in my fetal position on the floor for a moment.
“Oui.” The girl says. Then, with a heavy French accent she commands me, “Up…up…come…come…”
Gently, she helps me up. I’m too embarrassed to look her in the eyes, and I keep my head down. She wraps an arm around me, and she walks me over to the bench. Sniffing, and with tear stained cheeks, I walk with her. Mistress Kim sets the paddle down near the bench, walks over to a nearby drawer and pulls out two sets of hand cuffs.
*Oh fuck now what…*
We reach the bench and the girl straddles one side of bench facing the length of it. She looks at me, leans over and pats the far side of the bench.
“Oui?” She asks, indicating I should sit there. I straddle the bench and gently sit down facing her, wincing and sucking in my breath as my beaten ass meets the devilish red leather. Her hands reach up to my cheeks and her thumbs begin to wipe away my tears as my arms are taken behind my back and secured with the cuffs. She continues to try wiping even when Mistress Kim walks over behind her and takes her arms and secures her in the same fashion as mine. We’re left alone for a moment, and I’m left looking directly at her across from me. I can see isn’t wearing any make-up at all, but she clearly would never need it. I feel a twinge of jealousy at her natural rosy cheeks, perfect teeth, and model like body. Glancing down at her breasts again, I feel my nipples respond. I look up and realize she’s noticed. She smiles.
“Grand ouvert…” she says as she opens her mouth up.
*What?*
From behind me, muscular, tanned arms reach around holding a small black rubber ball with several rubber straps sticking from it. Without saying a word she forces it in my mouth and I realize what my counterpart was telling me to do. I open my mouth and she settles the ball where she wants it, then I feel the straps around my head secured. The ball keeps my mouth stuck open. The other two straps sticking out of the ball point in the opposite direction. My wondering about their use dissipates as in shock I watch as the girl starts sliding towards me, opens her mouth, and then places it on the other half of the ball, our lips coming to a touch. My eyes are wider than they ever have been. The other two straps go around her head, and we are locked together at the lips, sharing the rubber ball between us.
*No fucking way…no way…this isn’t happening…*
I inhale through my nose, and her scent intoxicates me. I close my eyes as I take her in. For a moment I am lost in her fragrance. My hands cannot move, but I want to feel her lips closer, to remove the ball that separates us and let our tongues move together. My wish is nearly granted as I feel her being pulled away. I open my eyes and see Mistress Kim gripping and pulling her hips away from me, and we are left leaning into each other, two lovers embracing in a passionate kiss that can never be fulfilled. I fight the ball with my tongue, but I am only able create more saliva that I can no longer control. Before it leaks out of my mouth, a warm wetness begins to trace a line down my chin and between my breasts. I realize almost immediately that she’s drooling first. If she’s embarrassed at all, she shows no emotion about it.. Within a few minutes, our breasts are glistening with our mixed spit. A pat on my head breaks my desire, and Mistress Kim comes around to the back of the girl so that she can look me in the eyes.
“Now that’s better. Much quieter.” She smiles at me and says, “We’ve got some things to talk about after we’re airborne. For now, hang on…”
Hang on?
She walks towards the front of the plane and sits down in one of the recliners and says out loud, “Ok, we’re good.”
The plane suddenly begins to increase speed. I’m forced backwards, sliding off the leather edge, but the ball gag that I am sharing pulls the other girl with me. I grip the bench with my thighs to hold on as the plane begins to lift. We both begin straining to stay on the bench, making “Mmmmmm!” sounds as we struggle together. Our faces press against each other like two lovers trying to pass through one another. She is slightly taller than I am, and soon I can feel her saliva filling my mouth as the weight of her body pushes on mine and the ball gag pushed a little to the side. I have no choice and I swallow.
The plane finally begins to level out and we relax. During the struggle to stay on the bench, her body and mine have pressed together, our torsos covered in drool. We wiggle together a bit to find a comfortable position, leaning into each other for support. I can see that Mistress Kim has her feet up and is watching us from her spot on the reclined chair towards the front.
“Get comfy Holly,” she says, “it’s a three hour flight.”
I moan slightly I close my eyes.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10khgz0/hollys_tales_part_14