The Principal's Daughter (7 page)

“Right, it has been a long day I’m going to bed. Are you coming darling?” he directed the question to Clarissa.

“I think I will sit up for a while have a night cap, and make sure Pandora is okay,” she replied.

“Okay, sweetie. I’ll see you soon.” Hank turned and strolled towards the stairs.

When he was about halfway up and out of earshot, Clarissa turned to Richard who was about to head off as well. “Would you like to join us for a drink before you turn in?”

Richard thought for a moment he really shouldn’t, being on duty and up early for his run with Hank. Yet after seeing everyone enjoying themselves, he thought it would be harmless.

“I’d love to, and thank you,” he responded, waiting for Clarissa to lead the way.

Placing her arm around her daughter, Clarissa guided her to the downstairs reception room. The room itself was furnished with two plush three-seat Chesterfield sofas. Their burnished leather shone in the light given off by yet another crystal chandelier. In the corner of the room was a purpose built bar, complete with optics, upright fridge and draught beer on tap. It was the first time that Richard had been in the room. He felt a little nervous in the company of the two tipsy women.

Pandora slumped herself onto one of the Chesterfields, her legs splayed showing a distinct hint of her panties. Richard’s gaze was drawn towards the bright coloured red triangle.

“What’s your favourite poison?” Clarissa’s words caused him to glance away.

“I’m partial to a drop of single malt” he replied. Or indeed anything that would help me relax, he thought.

“Do you have a particular preference? We have a wide range of choices,” Clarissa replied.

Although her response was a simple enough one, Richard seemed to think it had another meaning. Before he could tell her his favourite brand, she asked another question.

“Is that a real bow tie or a clip-on?” she pointed at his black tie.

“It’s real” he admitted, which he wouldn’t have done so to Rob. It was an unbroken rule that bodyguards should always wear clip-on ties, the reason being that an attacker could not have something to grab onto.

“Let’s play a game shall we? I will blind fold you, pour you a drink, and you have to guess what it is” Clarissa said in a husky and seductive voice, moving towards him at the same time.

Facing him, she slowly began to undo the knot of his bow tie. Like a tantalising strip tease, she did not rush her actions, staring into Richard’s eyes, not breaking contact. The smile on her lips, confirmed to him that she was enjoying the game. Although she was around fifteen years his senior she was a stunning woman. She oozed sex appeal, and Richard grew rapidly aroused by the moment.

He glanced across at Pandora, who was also enjoying her stepmother’s little antics. Her right hand moved to her vagina, and her fingers provocatively raised he skirt a little. Richard now had full view of her red panties, as her fingers rubbed her clit through the flimsy material. He savoured the sight, as Clarissa moved to behind him. Taking the long strip of black material, she threw it over his left shoulder, her right hand grasping it. Richard continued to watch Pandora as her fingers pulled aside her panties. He gave out a quiet murmur. That sight was his last as darkness enveloped him.

The rapid increase of his pulse ignited on a distant but vivid memory. Whilst in the military he had taken part in a course for Special Forces troops. They had been taught how to survive behind enemy lines, and part of this was involved interrogation resistance. Now being deprived of the sense of sight, and destitute of spatial awareness, these unpleasant memories flooded back. Yet this time the outcome will be very different, he thought.

He felt warm breath on the back of his neck and the soft touch of lips on his ear lobe. He shuddered with pleasure, his cock responding in kind. As quickly as it begun it ceased, replaced with the feeling of his jacket being pulled down from his shoulders. The room was warm but he felt the noticeable change in temperature. The hands then left his body for a moment, before returning to him, one on his chest.

“Take a sniff of this and tell me what you think it is,” Clarissa asked, having placed a glass under his nose.

The aroma of the familiar liquid drifted into his nasal cavity. “It’s a Scottish Malt from one of the Western Isles” Richard replied confidently, after inhaling the unmistakable peaty smell.

“You are a clever boy; I wonder what else you're good at” Clarissa responded in her sexy come to bed voice.

Richard felt the buttons of his shirt being released, fingers probing inside, caressing his chest and toying with his nipples. Then another pair of hands began to unbuckle his belt, and his trousers fell to the ground. Unless Clarissa has four hands, Richard guessed these belonged to Pandora. His boxer shorts followed in a rapid movement. He was naked from the waist down, but only for a short space of time. His shirt joined his pants an instant later. Standing there naked, he felt vulnerable, and perspiration began to form on his upper lip. The touch of the hands was gone now, and he stood motionless in anticipation of what was soon to happen. His dick had reached its full length as the blood coursed through his arteries causing it to swell.

Hands traced a line over his abdominal muscles, while others cupped his balls. The supple manipulation of his testicles caused his abs to clench and his thighs to tense. The gentle stroking motion of the fingers grasping his shaft caused him to whimper, soon silenced as what he surmised to be Clarissa’s lips against his own. Her teeth teased him, gently nibbling. Her tongue traced a path over his mouth, parting his lips and encircling his tongue with hers. His arms instantly encircled her, bringing her close. As he did so, he felt his cock engulfed in a wet, warm opening, driving him insane. The kiss became more passionate as his needs and desires enflamed. Then the kiss was broken without warning, yet the feeling of his cock being attended to did not. Suddenly he could feel fingers fumbling with his bow tie. A bright light filled his eyes as the blindfold fell away.

He looked down to see Pandora staring up at him dressed only in her underwear. His tool was being devoured by her ever-hungry mouth. Back and forth, she slid her lips down its length. Then from his peripheral vision the sight of Clarissa who had also discarded her outer garments. She was dressed in black lacy lingerie, complete with suspenders. Her body belied her age, with not a stretch mark in sight. Richard was unsurprised. She had never borne any children of her own.

“Are you enjoying my step daughter sucking your cock?” she asked Richard in a domineering way.

“Yes Ma’am, I am,” came Richard’s truthful answer.

“Good. Now that you are good and ready I want you to fuck me. Are you okay with that?”

Richard had already disappeared down that particular rabbit hole, and he feared there was no going back.

“Of course you will. It was a rhetorical question. I saw Pandora go to your room the other night. If you don’t want it getting back to her father, I suggest you give me the same service you gave her” she unclasped her bra as she spoke, her tits swinging free.

Richards mouth dropped, admiring her massive orbs, not saggy but beautifully rounded. He wanted to reach out and touch them. Before he could, she took him by the hand and led him across to one of the sofas. Meanwhile Pandora was removing her panties and bra.She followed them to the sofa once she had done so.

Bending over in front of Richard, Clarissa slowly removed the black thong she was wearing. Moving slightly forward, she settled herself, arms resting on the back of one of the Chesterfields. Her ass was up in the air presenting a target for Richards affections.

Stepping forward, his fingers parted her delicate folds, a crooked finger slipping easily inside her already wet pussy. The tip of his finger found her sweet spot, and he repeatedly finger-fucked her, as her hips began to buck. She crooned as his fingers worked their magic, his thumb rubbing her enflamed clit, sending tremors running through her.

Richard felt the touch of skin against skin as Pandora squeezed her body against his. Her hand was stroking his cock forcing the pre come to glisten over its helmet. She expertly used her thumb to wipe it sending ripples of pleasure through Richards groin.

Looking over her shoulder, and seeing Pandora standing with Richard’s dick in her hand, Clarissa smiled.

“You bastard I want you inside me now!!” she screamed the words between clenched teeth.

Pandora took Richards cock and rubbed it against her stepmother’s clit, a moan emitting from her mouth. Richard pushed his hips forward and buried himself within her warm moist opening. He forced his cock even further into her by grasping tightly at her hips. He began slowly pumping in and out, finding her rhythm and increasing his tempo to meet her needs. He pounded his cock into her like a man possessed. The cries of ecstasy were music to his ears, as Pandora nimbly massaged his balls. This was a bizarre situation, but Richard was too caught up in the moment to give it a second thought. Knowing that both he and Clarissa were close to coming, he doubled his efforts, Pandora slapping his ass as he continued to drive into Clarissa’s pussy. Her ass cheeks acted as a buffer, quivering as he looked down at his tool shining with her love juices.

“Fucking make her come Richard” Pandora was whispering in his ear as he pumped ever more vigorously.

Not able to hold on any longer and with a shudder of her body, Clarissa ejected a squirt of her milky come all over him. His head shot back, eyes rolling in their sockets as he shot his load deep inside her, her ass forcing and grinding against him. Her muscles forced every last drop out of him. At last, she slumped forward, a whisper of pure satisfaction coming from her lips.

Richard slowly withdrew from her and watched as their mixed seed exuded from her now-swollen pussy lips. He stepped back and Pandora immediately sank to her knees. Taking his slowly withering cock in her mouth once more, she licked every bit of come off him. She was joined by her step mother and they took turns licking his balls and shaft until he was pristine.

“Did you enjoy that?” Clarissa asked, looking up at Richard from her kneeling position, his dick still in her hand.

“That was feckin’ outstanding, thank you,” were the only words he could come up with.

The three of them picked up their discarded clothing and quickly dressed. It was only then that Richard realised that the door was still unlocked. If one of the security detail had decided to do a check of the building, he would definitely have been packing his suitcase the following morning. Well if every job has benefits like this one, I can see me making a career out of it, was the last thought in his mind as he made his way to his room.

Chapter Eight

Richard’s breathing began to labour as Hank picked up the pace. The conversation that had normally flowed between them on their morning runs was somewhat muted. Richard hoped to hell that Hank had not discovered what had happened with Clarissa and Pandora the night before. He could picture the image of his cock gliding in and out of his wife’s cute pussy, his hands gripping her hips as he slammed into her, then the pair of them hungrily licking the semen from his dripping shaft.

“You seem a little preoccupied,” Richard tried to engage in conversation in the hope that Hank might slow the pace.

“Yeah it’s just this meeting I have this morning with some Syrian delegates and the British Prime Minister at Downing Street” Hank responded, looking at his feet as he pounded the pavement.

Richard breathed an inward sigh of relief when he heard this. It explained his client’s quiet demeanour that morning. Not saying anything else on the subject, he continued to face forward and concentrate in regulating his breathing.

The run that morning was longer than normal, Hank obviously needing the extra time to think how he was going to approach the lunchtime meeting. It wasn’t long until they had arrived back at the house, both of them sweating profusely. Hank, as usual, patted Richard on the back and thanked him for his company on their morning workout.

On arriving in the hallway. they were met by Rob with a serious look on his face. This doesn’t look good, thought Richard to himself. Taking Hank to one side Rob had a brief whispered conversation with him. Hank nodded his head in acknowledgement of what Rob had to say. Without another word, Hank jogged up the staircase.

Beckoning Richard over to him, Rob stood with his arms folded across his chest. Richard felt his stomach drop. Had last night’s activities been noticed or overheard by the night time security? That would explain the rushed departure of his principal with speaking a word. This is it, he assumed, bracing himself for the axe to fall. My first job in the industry and I’m getting the chop.

“Richard, I have had word from the anti-terrorist group at Scotland Yard. They have lost the suspects. The tail they had on them dropped the ball. At this moment, they could be anywhere in the city. We are going to have to tighten up our security for this morning meeting. Full briefing in half an hour, okay?” Rob paused, waiting for the information he had delivered to sink in.

Richard gave a silent prayer of thanks that he had not been discovered, but the news he had just been given caused his pulse to race.

“No problem at all Rob, I will have a quick shower and see you there” he responded, taking on the same concerned attitude as his team leader. This was serious now, his primary focus must be on Hank, all else was insignificant.

Just as he was about to leave to go to his room Pandora swept into the hallway dressed in her skimpy white tennis clothing. She gave him that wry smile that she always did, and asked him if he was joining them for breakfast. Richard explained that he had things to do, and would have to forego the offer that morning. A disappointed look spread across her face, conveying that she was genuinely sorry he wouldn’t be joining them. Maybe, over time, she formed a deeper attachment to him than he imagined, he considered. Putting these thoughts to the back of his mind, he rushed off to shower and change.

The briefing room was full that morning, every member of the security detail present. Rob had sourced a blown-up scale drawing of the building in Downing Street where the meeting was taking place. It couldn’t be held at the Prime Minsters residence at number 10, as other things were scheduled for that time. Rob went through the building schematic in fine detail, ensuring everyone was familiar with its layout. He pointed out the entry and exit points as well as any areas of safety that could be used if needed. At times, if under attack, if they could not exit a building, they might need to move the client to another location in the building, which ideally could be defended until backup arrived.

The movement from the house would employ all three cars. The security advance party would check the route as usual, then return. All three cars would escort Hank to his meeting, with the advance party car leading, then Richard’s, then Rob’s, as team leader bring up the rear. Asking if anyone had any questions and receiving none, Rob fell them out until a half hour before the move.

It was already 11 am and Richard was feeling restless, they would be congregating in half an hour so he decided to grab himself a coffee. Making his way to the kitchen area he observed Pandora leaving the house still dressed in her tennis kit and carrying her racket. She would be attending her daily tennis practice, and one of the reasons her figure was as sexy as it was.

The convoy left exactly at 12 noon, the three cars pulling away from the kerb as one into the heavy midday traffic. It was an art in itself trying to keep the vehicles in convoy without being cut off from one another. The drivers had all passed advanced driving courses of one form or another. They were just about a mile from Downing Street when Richard heard Rob’s voice in his earpiece.

“Brutus, Brutus, now!” Richard paled and turned to Carl the driver.

“Brutus mate!” Carl gave him a look of shock as he slowed the vehicle.

Brutus had been one of the code words they had assigned for part of the move. This particular one was of top priority and cancelled any other. It meant they were to return to the house without any questions. Turning around in his seat he quickly explained to his client.

“Hank there is a problem. We need to turn back immediately.”

Hank could tell by his tone and the earnest look on his face that he was not to question Richard or his motives. He simply nodded his agreement, and Richard turned to Carl.

“Get us back as fast as you can, mate.”

With that Carl swung the vehicle one hundred and eighty degrees, put his foot to the floor and sped away back to Belgravia. Pulling up to the kerb, Richard rapidly jumped out opened his principal’s door, and rushed him inside. Everyone assembled in the hallway.

“Mr. Rogers, I have some bad news I’m afraid, Sir,” Rob paused waiting for his words to be taken in. “It’s your daughter she has been kidnapped by Hezbollah militants.

The look on Hank’s face told its own story and his legs gave way as he collapsed to his knees. Richard helped him to one of the sofas in the hallway.

“When and how did it happen?” Hank asked after regaining his composure.

“Details are sketchy at the moment, but it appears she was taken when she was on the way to her tennis lesson,” Rob explained.

Clarissa joined them, absorbing the awful news, and was beside herself with worry. Hank embraced her, trying to stifle her sobs. He led her away to an adjoining room for a bit of privacy.

The news also hit Richard hard. He had actually grown feelings for the girl without realising it. His thoughts were racing. How could he have not seen this as a possibility? They had all, including himself, been obsessed with the protection of their client. Blinded to any other consideration of threat, they had not factored in threats to a family member. Suddenly a thought occurred to him. Tori on his course had been a member of SO19, the police firearms group. Maybe if he called, he could get in on any rescue attempt.

Excusing himself, Richard went to find a quiet room. Stepping inside a room of the main halfway, he took his mobile phone from his jogging pants. He quickly searched his contact list for Tori’s number. He had gotten it before she had left after completing the executive phase of the course. He hadn’t expected to be calling her so soon, and not for anything work-related. The phone rang six times and Richard was about to hit the cancel button.

“Hello Richard what you doing calling? You after a repeat performance of the other week” her voice was light and joking.

“Hi Tori, I was wondering if you are back on duty?” Richard asked, hoping that she would say yes.

“Yeah I returned to work last week, straight after the course. Is there something I can help you with?” she responded, a natural inquisitive note to her voice.

Richard went on to explain what had happened since finishing the course, his future contract in the Middle East, and the current job he was on. After he went on to tell her the events of that morning the phone went silent.

“Are you still there?” he asked thinking they had been cut off.

There was a moment’s silence before her voice came back on the line.

“Yes I’m here. We just had a call an hour ago from anti-terrorism placing us on standby for any attempt of a rescue.” Her answer was like music to Richards ears.

“Is there any chance you could get me on your team?” he asked and after another uncomfortable silence, she replied.

“Okay let me see what I can do. I will explain your background, the course your military service, and your familiarity with the family. I will get back to you as soon as I know.” With that the phone went dead.

Richard put the mobile back into his pocket, and headed off back to Rob to explain the situation. They did not know at that point what the full details of the kidnapping were, so it was just going to be a waiting game.

Richard stood in the office of SO19 in their headquarters, which is part of the Scotland Yard building. Tori had called him an hour later saying she had spoken to her boss, explained the situation, and he had agreed to allow Richard to join them. They had received a demand from the hostage takers, that they wanted three key Hezbollah militants, being held in Guantanamo Bay to be released. Failing this, Pandora would be executed the next day. This had put the wheels in motion and the SO19 team were considering their options. A team from 22 Special Air Service (SAS) was placed on standby. They were only to be employed as a last resort. The anti-terrorism branch had struck lucky. They had placed a tracker on one of the group's vehicles earlier in the week, and it had been activated. The three militants were holed up in a house in the Battersea area of London. A surveillance team was assigned to gather any information.

The SO19 Commander outlined what had happened over the past six hours. The atmosphere in the room was tense; it was a rare occasion for someone of significance to be kidnapped in the capitol. The Prime Minister had taken a personal interest in the case, and had called the head of anti-terrorism as soon as the news broke. All efforts were ordered to bring a speedy and satisfactory resolution to the matter. With this added pressure, the SO19 Commander explained the map of the area where the tracker had stopped.

He went through the various scenarios that they might come across, and as he did so, one of the team entered the room. He marched directly to the front and whispered something in the commander's ear. It must have been good news, as a grin spread across his face.

"Ladies and gents, our surveillance team have confirmed the address where Ms.. Rogers is being held. It is number 32 Lurline Gardens, just south of Battersea Park. They have also established that there are three hostiles at that address. Now Ms.. Rogers is confined in the front bedroom of the house, on the first floor. Ted, I want you to put an immediate action plan together for a dynamic entry." He directed the order to a tall man with dark hair and greying temples, standing to his right.

Ted looked lean, with a cragged face. His arms were folded across his chest. He did not reply, but simply nodded. Richard could tell from his demeanour he had a wealth of experience, since the sudden request had not phased him at all. The commander, having finished his briefing, left the room.

Richard felt his stomach turn as Ted went through his plan for the forced entry of the property. Richard’s thoughts went to Pandora, and what she was undergoing. Although she was brash and spoilt, the situation must have been terrifying for her. She had been used to taking charge in any situation, and now was powerless and captured. Although she had seduced him, he felt a desire to keep her from harm. Never get emotionally attached, was the sound of Steve’s voice ringing in his ears. That advice given in the Ajax training facility had gone unheeded on his first job.

As he looked around the room, the professionalism of all those involved impressed him. He felt like he was back in the military preparing for an operation in hostile territory. The team was split into different groups. Each was assigned a specific role during the entry. Richard found himself attached to the group assigned to move directly to the bedroom after entry. Tori would accompany him, and he looked across at her. Her long blonde hair, in a ponytail, was pulled through the hole of the baseball cap she was wearing. Her shapely ass, was accentuated by the black assault pants she and the rest of the team were wearing. Her back was to him and the word "Police" was emblazoned on rear of the vest she was wearing over her ballistic body armour. He imagined that moment in the forest when he had stripped her of all those outer garments, and fucked the shit out of her against the oak tree. He smiled to himself as he felt himself stir once again at the mere memory.

This reverie came to an abrupt end as a young girl wearing a headset rushed into the room. All eyes turned towards her as she tried to catch her breath before speaking.

"We've had a call from the surveillance unit. The militants are moving the hostage!" she managed to get the words out.

The mood in the room quickly changed. What had happened, thought Richard, for this change in tactics? Had the team providing surveillance caused suspicion? None of this really mattered, only that they would have to act quickly.