Teena: A House of Ill Repute (27 page)

Satisfied Paulie was applying himself to his appointed task with due diligence, Indira stalked around and took up a position to his left, letting the whip uncoil as she went. For my own part, I found I was grasping Paulie's hair in her stead, and whilst I did not dare try push myself away from him, I did at least try to exert some sort of control over him. It was, of course, a wasted exercise. If I was going to pass this test, it would have to be by sheer power of will alone and, I reflected grimly as the fire gremlins began their ritual dance, in these sort of situations I had not exactly proved I had any will at all, let alone power over it.

However, Indira's pre-planned routine actually began to work in my favour, for the first slash of the braided leather across Paulie's upraised backside, besides producing a spectacular cracking sound also produced a reaction in him that made me suspect she had perhaps used a little too much force. Even though I was holding his hair, his head jerked up and backwards and he yelled out loud, his mouth gaping, his eyes opening wide in pain and astonishment.

'Get his mouth back down and covered!' Indira commanded.

I pulled his face back between my thighs and pressed against his lips, but his enthusiasm seemed to have melted. He blubbered against me, the vibration of his lips pleasant, but in no immediate danger of raising me towards the capitulation level. The whip hissed and cracked again and this time I yelped, for Paulie's teeth nipped me painfully. I staggered back, clutching myself.

Indira let the whip fall to her side and placed her hands on her hips in an attitude of sheer exasperation. 'Damn it!' she cried. There was a momentary pause, and then the braid snaked through the air again.

This time Paulie's yell was ear-splitting in the confines of the room.

Indira strode over to me and began unbinding my wrists. 'Are you all right?' she whispered.

I nodded, blinking fiercely, for although the initial shock had made me jump, Paulie had not done me any damage; his teeth had been some way from endangering my most tender and treasured possession.

'Stupid little bastard!' she hissed. 'No control over himself at all. And so noisy. We'll have to gag him.'

I opened my mouth to protest, for I knew she was losing the plot. Instead of exciting her prisoner, she had changed his perception so pain was not currently equalling pleasure, nor even indicating pleasure to follow. I pulled my wrists apart and tried to drag her to one side without alerting Paulie, who was in any case lying with his head slumped downwards, blubbering quietly to himself.

'You're hitting him too hard!' I whispered fiercely. 'He's supposed to enjoy this, don't forget.'

She snorted. 'He'll enjoy it all right,' she said with conviction, 'but he'll enjoy it my way and he'll earn his release. He's a weak, snivelling, spoiled, ignorant little English fop and if you think he would have any compunction were the boot ever on the other foot, then I think you have a lot to learn, my angel.'

'Oh, I know about his kind,' I agreed, 'but that's not the point. We're not here to exact revenge on him. This is all about finding a way to get to Hacklebury, and then we'll take revenge in a far more appropriate fashion.' For a few seconds I thought Indira was going to turn on me, for she drew herself to her full height and her shoulders stiffened. I stood faceless before her, but I did not waver, and then, suddenly, I saw her relax.

'Yes, of course, you are right,' she said quietly. She looked down at the whip as if studying the plaited braids for something. 'I will spank him with something less vicious then, but he will also learn that there are other ways of suffering at the hands of womankind. Wait here and I will be back. I have something to show you,' she added as she strode past me, opened the door and clattered out along the passageway beyond.

She was back in less than a minute, and for the second time in a short space, I found myself at a loss for words.

'Do you like it?' she asked, holding it up before my face like a trophy.

I stared at the double-ended dildo, blinking in astonishment at the cunning craftsmanship and the carefully made harness arrangement. Where she had got the inspiration for the design I could not imagine, but then I remembered the various conversations we had shared and how she occasionally prompted me about sex in my time. Somewhere along the line, I must have made mention of twentieth century lesbian sex. Or was the strap-on a lot older than I had previously thought? 'Where did you—?'

'The shoemaker, Faraday,' she replied. 'I found the wood myself, a broken piece from a tree, and took it to him with instructions of how I wanted it carved. He then covered each end with two layers of leather to give it a softer feel. The rest of it is only part of his trade skills.'

'Yes, but didn't he say anything about—?'

She shook her head. 'He was well rewarded. Very well rewarded, and is even now making three more of these.'

'Astonishing!' I wasn't sure whether I was talking about the device or Indira herself. Worms turn, they say, but this one had done a series of pirouettes, by the look of things. I then had a sudden thought. 'This... this is for me?'

'Yes.'

I looked past her to where Paulie remained inert over the horse. His position made the implications obvious.

Indira followed my gaze. 'Yes,' she said again simply. 'You, my temporary slave, are going to fuck him, that useless boy, and then, if it doesn't happen beforehand, we are then going to milk him until we drain every last drop from his balls.'

'But if he goes running back to Archie—'

'He won't,' Indira assured me. 'If he runs anywhere it will be to me, and by the time I've finished with him he won't be running anywhere for a while. Crawling, maybe, but definitely not running.'

I could see there was no point arguing with her or even trying gently to dissuade her. Besides, I could see she might have a point, and it would be interesting to observe just how Paulie ultimately reacted to being a helpless plaything in the hands of a dominant woman.

'Fair enough,' I conceded. I reached out and took the dildo arrangement from her. I studied it one final time and then stooped slightly, parting my thighs, and began pushing the female intended half up inside myself. The cool leather surface produced a pleasant enough sensation, and when the full length was embedded in me and I pulled out the straps, allowing Indira to complete the task of harnessing me, I had to admit to a satisfyingly full sensation.

'One thing,' I said urgently.

She looked at me through her mask slits, her eyes twinkling. 'Yes?'

'If I come now, no letting squinny-face there roger me, right? Until this is over I don't mind doing the rogering, but I don't want to be on the receiving end of any man.'

'Except maybe Erik?' The twinkle was fiercer than ever.

I coughed and half turned my head away. 'Except maybe Erik,' I admitted.

'Agreed. Now, if that feels comfortable, let us go and see if our blubber-baby there is still a virgin. I doubt he is, but let us see how he acts playing the woman's role to another woman, eh?'

Of course, with my hands now free I could have simply refused and walked away, but I could understand Indira's point of view and even sympathise with it. How long I would remain back in this era, how many more times I might revisit, I had no idea, but one thing was for certain - in some small way I had contributed to women's equality, and though it would be decades yet before anything like equal rights for our sex began to emerge, at least I would be leaving behind me a dedicated advocate. And probably, assuming Angelina was in some way assimilating some of my personality traits - call them defects, if you prefer - this once demur and sweet little Indian maid was not going to be alone in carrying the fight.

With slow deliberation, I walked back across the room and stood before Paulie, who all this time had been lost in his own thoughts and discomfort. I turned to Indira, who nodded, and then reached out and grasped the hapless young man by the ears. Without saying a word I lifted his face so the jutting portion of my recent acquisition rose immediately before his eyes. He blinked, struggling to focus, and then when he recognised the shape of the beastly looking thing, he gasped in horror.

'No, please!' he squealed, trying desperately to wriggle in his bonds, which were of course far too tightly secured for him to have even the slightest chance of escape. 'No, please, I beg you, not that!'

'And why not, indeed?' Indira demanded, and I realised she had moved quietly to stand just behind my left shoulder. 'I'll wager you've taken the real thing before now, eh my lad? I think you are a very wicked young fellow and should own up to your misdeeds, don't you?'

'No! I mean, yes... yes I have been wicked,' Paulie stuttered. 'But I did not know any different and Archie always told me—'

'I expect Archie told you lots of things,' Indira sneered, 'and yet Archie seems to like women as much as he likes young men, doesn't he? Well then, it is only fair you should learn to like us and also learn to like being like us, for you are like us, aren't you, Paulie?'

'No, no, I'm not like you, not like you at all!'

'Is that what you think?' She laughed harshly and slapped my shoulder. 'Hear that, slave-slut? The poor little baby thinks he's not like us, and yet I'll wager further that if we put him in a dress and rouged his pretty cheeks he'd make a fine whore and no one would know the difference.'

'No, please,' Paulie wailed, closing his eyes.

Behind my mask I was grinning wickedly to myself. Indira was playing this role so well, and yet I suspected she no longer regarded it as a role at all. This was now the real thing to her, taking revenge on male-kind and savouring every moment of it.

'Well, perhaps we'll put you in skirts another time,' she threatened, 'but to do so now would be a waste of time. Once you have a whore naked, why dress her again when she's lying there with her legs open?' She took my arm and drew me aside, ushering me down the length of the horse and guiding me around until I was positioned immediately behind Paulie's quivering backside. Then, before I had time to realise what she intended, she stooped, engulfing my leather phallus in her mouth and sucking it in and out with several vigorous strokes. When she finally stood up again the black shaft was glistening, wet with her spittle. 'That should ease its passage,' she remarked and nudged me closer, at the same time taking the artificial cock in her hand and guiding it towards its puckered target. 'Nice and slowly,' she advised as the tip touched home.

I saw Paulie stiffen, his back arching as best it could beneath the thick centre strap. I pushed forward slightly, meeting with what seemed impossible resistance, but Indira was not to be cheated. She raised her free hand and brought it down across his left buttock with a resounding clap. He let out a shriek containing as much surprise as pain, but at the same time automatically relaxed his sphincter. Immediately the first inch or so of the black rod pushed home. For a second he tried to tense again, but a second slap, this time to the other buttock, produced a similar effect, and now there were easily two and a half inches of dildo inside him. At this point either a sense of the inevitable or an automated switch to another time and another role seemed to take over. He let out a low moan, relaxing completely, and the remainder of what had to be at least a seven inch pole slid easily home, until my hairless mons slapped against the soft flesh of his glowing buttocks.

'There!' Indira declared. 'That wasn't so bad, was it? Now, pretty Paulie, you will ask this slave, who is now your mistress, to roger you until you come, d'you hear me?'

After a few moments, in which Paulie's wrestling match with his conscience and his ego finally ended in submission, that is precisely what he did, and I of course duly obliged, though in reality it was me who climaxed. It took a half hour strapped to the cross, and my deft manual ministrations, before he finally spurted forth in full subjugated glory.

8.

'You got it wrong, Annie,' I said as we sat over a breakfast of toast and coffee the next morning. 'I should have thought it might have occurred to you that doing the dolly fuck thing wasn't the same as doing it properly. There was no flesh to flesh contact anywhere, was there?'

Anne-Marie was unabashed. 'Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time,' she replied brightly, 'and you did both look so sweet there.'

'Like the two of you did back at Carmen's?' I retorted sourly.

She gave me an equally sour look and I knew I had hit a nerve. 'That was different,' she snapped. 'And it was completely out of order. I didn't mind afterwards, it was quite a good laugh, in fact, all those sweaty blokes poking away like fury and me not able to feel a bloody thing, but she shouldn't have made Andrea and me do what she did. You wait and see, I'll make the bitch pay for that one day.'

'I shouldn't bother if I were you,' I said. 'She's as cunning as a sack full of foxes, and you'd need to get up early to catch her out.'

'Well, I'm not
you!
' she snarled. 'And Carmen isn't as clever as either you or she seem to think. I'll have her when she's not expecting it, believe me.'

'Well, she was clever enough to rig those cock-and-mouth contraptions,' I pointed out.

Anne-Marie looked at me oddly and I realised she hadn't yet caught on to Carmen's subterfuge. Almost smugly I explained my suspicions. 'The chances of you getting her still long enough to line your dildo up perfectly must have been more than a thousand to one,' I finished, 'and yet she managed to get hers into your mouth at her first really serious attempt.'