The Hogarth Club

"Haggith leave her alone, she's a hostage not a fucking doll," Abigail said.

"No, but she is necessary for our goals to be met and yesterday was the biggest fuck up ever."

Abigail looked away. She was ashamed of her organization they couldn't even snatch a woman. Karl had been shot and subsequently died. Georgina had been drugged, overdosed really, she hadn't opened her eyes since yesterday and Roger was in a coma so they had no one to negotiate with.

Abigail snapped back displaying her own frustrations, "Why don't you just fucking kiss her."

Haggith had been caring for Georgina. Dripping water into her mouth, turning her to avoid bed sores and bathing her eyes. They were red and swollen which was a big improvement on yesterday. Today they only looked painful. She leaned in and gave Georgina a passionate kiss.

"Jealous Abigail?" she taunted.

Abigail's face turned red, her hands came up to cover her mouth.

"You've fucked her, haven't you?" she spluttered.

"Yes, we had an orgy. Georgina didn't play then, guess why?"

Abigail was still trying to come to terms with Lola seeking her own pleasure. Koenig had conditioned them to understand that women were the receptacle of man's pleasure, they had no volition. They had both been severely punished when Koenig had found them cuddling after she had been savaged by Baron, the wolf dog.

"Why didn't she play?" Abigail asked more for time to think than interest in the response.

"She'd promised Roger her virginity, she thought that also included her first climax."

Now Abigail was truly shocked.

"Didn't a man demand sex, Christ she is almost thirty."

"Of course, she's not stunning but her body is beautiful and her charisma would break your heart."

"Your heart, not mine."

"We'll see."

"So you haven't fucked her then?"

"We all fucked Roger for his birthday and each other."

Abigail turned inwards, Haggith let her. She knew her sister was still upset about being fucked by the dog. Maybe it would shake her conditioning as Georgina had shaken hers. Haggith put her hand on Abigail's knee but unlike last time Abigail put her hand over Haggith's forging more intimate contact.

"I've always loved you Haggith."

Haggith didn't want the type of love she offered to Koenig.

"Not like Koenig?" Haggith asked.

Koenig had conditioned their responses, he had made them compete for his attention. When a girl succeeded and was fucked she felt rewarded and grateful, it had been easy for Koenig to convince them that it was love that they were feeling.

"NO, not like Koenig," Abigail leaned in and kissed her.

Haggith deepened the kiss and held her tight, Abigail was trembling with fright.

"He won't find us this time," Haggith said.

"I know, I am frightened, but I'm trembling because I am seeking my own pleasure with you. I have wanted this for so long."

Abigail took over the kiss, there was no room for words. She led Haggith to the bedroom next door.

Haggith laughed to herself when they arrived at the bed, Abigail who had been gung-ho now looked like a rabbit in a spot light. Her conditioning had reasserted itself.

Lola kissed her gently while undoing the large buttons on her cardigan. She broke the kiss as she brushed the jumper off her shoulders. Abigail's eyes were the only part of her that moved, they followed Lola as she reached beneath Abigail's dress and pulled down her drawers and threw them on the floor. Lola stepped back satisfied.

"You do, stunned cod fish, well are you going to say anything?"

Abigail looked at her knickers and shook her head.

Lola kissed her again, she was still trembling.

"You can have pleasure, you don't need a man."

Abigail shook her head, either in denial or doubt.

Lola did an undulating dance in front of her friend, each time a hip stuck out she released a fastening. Being Lola she only had to shed her outer garments to be naked. Abigail's eyes followed her gyrations, the clothes, as they were removed, and Lola's lithe form which was accentuated with the dance.

"Now you."

Lola undid the buttons on the front of her dress. She sensed some resistance so she took Abigail's hand and put it to her breast. The hand remained listless so Lola grabbed her other hand and rubbed her tits with them. Working Abigail's fingers she squeezed her own nipples.

Abigail's breath caught when she saw Lola's arousal and felt her hardened nipples, she sighed. It was all the sign that Lola needed, she pushed her dress off her shoulders, leaned in a kissed her neck while she released her bra. The garment joined the others on the floor.

Abigail covered her nakedness with her hands.

"Abigail, you are the biggest slut, worse than me. What are you hiding?"

"This is wrong Lola."

Lola smiled, Abigail so rarely called her by her real name.

Lola reciprocated.

"No Jenny, it's not wrong, its sooo right."

Lola ran the back of her hand over Jenny's breast, her nipple instantly hardened.

"Koenig insisted Lola and Jenny were dead but they aren't. Look they are about to fuck!" Lola said.

Lola looked her friend in the eye until she got an infinitesimal nod. She stepped in, caressed her cheeks and drew her into a hot intimate kiss. Jenny's resistance was gradually eroded by Lola's busy tongue. When they were participating as equal partners Lola stepped back.

"You are in charge Jenny. I will do exactly as you say."

Jenny's eyes looked like saucers, she was teetering on the edge. She was at the top of a high diving board looking at the water miles below, wanting to enjoy the exhilaration of the dive yet fearing the fall.

Lola's hand dropped to her valley, she wiped her finger from her pucker to her nub, passing a well of lubricious desire.

"If you say nothing, I'll make it up." Lola said.

Lola dropped to her knees, putting Jenny's tits at eye level. She reached up and caressed Jenny's shoulders, grazing her nails down her arms. Lola repeated the action a number of times, then she brushed her nails over Jenny's tits, she shuddered. This was sexual, the tremors of fear had gone.

"Yes, that," Jenny said.

Lola smiled and concentrated on Jenny's tits. They weren't as big as hers but had large dark aureoles which seemed to scream for attention. Lola gripped the orbs and squeezed, dragging her nails gently from a full contact to just a nipple grip. Jenny leaned into the contact, Lola fondled her fleshy mounds. Her hands slid smoothly across the soft skin as if it were satin.

Lola mouthed a nipple so her hands could go wandering. Jenny's waist was waspish which accentuated her hips. Lola's hands caressed their way to Jenny's arse, she kneaded her backside, with a smooth circular motion then a firm grasp. The tightened flesh of her cheeks pulled the skin tight across her cunt and tugged against Jenny's clitoris.

"Do all that," she said, not being very exact.

Lola continued to eat her nipples and tug her arse cheeks to titillate her clit. The unmistakable smell of arousal touched the air. Still on her knees Lola dropped her arse to her heels, she was now at cunt height.

Jenny had her eyes shut.

Lola lifted Jenny's leg and placed her foot on her shoulder. The teasing scent of desire was now a sensuous assault on Lola. Jenny's cunt was exposed to her sensual gaze, her thatch was embellished with sparkling gems of desire glistening like glazed treats, Lola's tongue sought their flavor.

"Oh fuck, Lola."

Jenny, who had been giving a creditable statue rendition, became animated. Pulling Lola's head deeper she thrust her hips against Lola greedy mouth, their lips were dancing together. Jenny's lips were puffy with desire, fortunately Lola's lips housed a tongue which she was using with a boldness which Jenny found arousing.

Lola sucked in her clit, pulling more blood into Jenny's nub. Jenny who to this point had managed some constrain screamed as an orgasm surfed her plexuses of pleasure riding them, gliding over and through them until Jenny detonated in rapture.

Even though it was like riding an unbroken stallion, Lola kept Jenny's nub trapped in the vacuum of her mouth brushing it with the tip of her tongue driving her friend past pleasure skirting pain, to euphoria. She only stopped when Jenny collapsed, legless over Lola's shoulders.

Lola laughed, spun around and picked up her childhood friend and carried her to the bed and tucked her in.

"Don't go Lola," Jenny said weakly.

She threw back the covers, her nipples were like little diamonds only harder, her chest, neck and face were flushed. Lola saw desire, she joined her.

"That was fucking..." Jenny could not find an adjective to describe what Lola had done to her.

"Yep, that's fucking. Not the perverted shit that Koenig had us do."

"You are no longer Haggith!"

Just weeks ago Abigail would have been shocked, but the dog had broken her. Jenny thoroughly agreed.

"Can I be on top, like a man?" Jenny asked.

Lola laughed and rolled on her back.

"Be as rough as you like, if you feel you need to. I've been fucking animals all my life until recently."

Jenny was too focused on sex to heed or even hear anything past, fucking animals.

Jenny rolled on top of Lola and sat on her hips, she looked at her friend. She saw a pinup girl who would make Esther Williams ashamed to put on a bathing suit. Lola was all leg and the bit that wasn't was so beautifully shaped she could be forgiven. Her blond hair and thatch matched perfectly. Jenny admired her tits they were spherical, firm and high. She grasped her mounds of flesh. She circled them gently, enjoying the way they filled her hands and the way Lola's hardening nipples dimpled her palms. When her nipples had grown to resemble handles Jenny pulled them, Lola sighed, it was her favorite turn-on.

Next Jenny trailed her hands towards Lola's flat, muscular stomach and traced the muscles, she felt the ridges along the rectus abdominis showing Lola's superb musculature. Jenny's finger followed her linguinal ligaments from her hip bone to Lola's blond bristle. Lola moaned as a pair of digits found her valley but Jenny only teased.

Jenny sat back on Lola's hips pushed her hands above her head and found the resolve to ignore Lola's thrusting breasts instead she kissed her friend forcefully, lustily eating Lola's lips and tasting every bit of her mouth. The force did little to dampen the girls rising libidos. Lola pushed her hips against Jenny, her hands had found Jenny's tits which were tender from Lola's previous ministrations, it didn't stop Jenny from pushing into the contact.

The girls enjoyed feeling and being felt, four hands were exploring a sea of female flesh sending and receiving indulgent gratification to each other and from each other. Jenny struggled out of the joyride, despite being in bliss she had other ideas.

Lola sighed as the contact was broken, Jenny sat up.

"Eat my cunt," she said, intending to sound male and harsh but instead she sounded soft and desperate.

She slid up Lola's body and giggled as one of Lola's nipples grazed her valley. She slid down and positioned herself so she was titillated by the other nipple. Although she had found another delightful source of pleasure she wanted to feel Lola's skilled mouth again. But more, Jenny wanted to be in control.

She moved over Lola's face, the curve between her shin bone and foot trapped Lola's arms. The bouquet of her arousal flooded Lola's senses, her tongue snaked out looking for a target.

"Wait, slut!"

Lola looked so disappointed that Jenny rescinded and lowered her cunt down over the eager tongue and accommodating lips, Lola used her assets to advantage. Jenny wondered if she was being eaten or devoured but then who gave a shit, she was enjoying it. Finding it better still, Jenny took over some of the motion.

Jenny leaned back and grasped Lola's tits as she started rubbing her kernel along Lola's saliva spreading invader but soon was fucking Lola's tongue. Lola just held her tongue hard and still feeling Jenny's nubbin abrading her taste buds. While Jenny's enthusiastic response to her pleasure was shared, the more exuberant she became the more Lola's tits were fondled.

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuck!"

Lola didn't need to feel Jenny's control fail to know she was coming, the whole street knew. Jenny pulled Lola's nipples like they were handles. Vicarious enjoyment and sensitive nipples was all Lola needed, she too fell over the edge. Her screams joined Jenny's.

The girls found themselves naked in each others arms, they didn't know if they slept or collapsed.

"Fuck, Lola, is it always like that?"

"It's always better if you can direct your own pleasure but its best when you are with someone you love."

Jenny's head shot up, she stared at Lola. She had always considered love to be an abomination. Lola sensed some of her feelings.

"What you feel for Koenig is not love, he just throws tidbits. He treats us like obedient dogs, not to share feelings but to further his agenda."

"Lola you have changed, how did it happen?"

"Being loved."

Jenny asked the question which had been dangling

"Do you love me?"

Lola pulled her into a hug.

"Since we were taken at eleven, you and Cynthia have been my family and now Cynthia is dead it's only you. We cried together when Koenig was cruel and despite that, we still found joy in each other. How could I NOT love you?"

Jenny flung herself at Lola, she was unable to speak but her actions and tears said it all. Apart from an occasional sob, they held each other silently.

—<~>—

Lola was dripping water into Georgina's mouth, when her eyes opened.

"Is Roger OK?" she said.

Lola looked away.

"HE'S NOT DEAD?"

Georgina tried to sit up but was restrained by hand and leg cuffs, she fell back to the bed. Lola pushed the hair from Georgina's face.

"He hit his head on the curb, he's in a coma."

"Can I see him?"

"Georgina, you know better than that. You are the bargaining chip. We want to take over the Hogarth Club.

"Who will you negotiate with?"

"Fucked if I know, I told them not to hurt Roger."

"So, I'm history am I?"

Abigail hearing the conversation walked into the room.

"You die if we fail to get what we want," she said.

"If I write Roger a message, Lola can you please make sure he gets it. I don't want him to feel guilty about my death."

Lola nodded, "Reggie will do anything for you, if we accept that the incriminating photos, is our best outcome you may get out alive. I don't want you dead Georgina."

"But you have another sister to revenge?"

"How did you know?"

"Your friend has white dog hairs on her coat. I expect your leader is a vet."

"Fucking hell, Haggith, you have a big mouth!" Abigail said.

"And you have no brains, she's so sharp she makes a razor look dull. I have said NOTHING!"

"No Lola has been loyal to your cause," Georgina said, "Hi, I'm Georgina."

"I know who the fuck you are!"

Lola smiled, "Georgina, meet Abigail.

"Hi Abigail. You are as stunning as Lola, at least your abductor has taste in women. I suspect it is his only positive attribute."

Abigail's faith in Koenig had all but been destroyed since, the dog. She suspected that Georgina was right but despite the logic she felt desecrated. All her long held beliefs were turning to dust and scattering in front of her eyes. She wondered if Abigail would survive and if she didn't would Jenny be destroyed too. She snapped at Georgina.

"You know fuck all."

"I suspect that Lola's brutal father was the same vet and her mother could have been you."

Lola blushed, she remembered the story of hardship she had told to explain the whip marks on her back.

"You are right, but I only wished Abigail would join us," Lola admitted.

Lola held Abigail's stare which soon changed to a smile.

"Me too," she said.

Lola was sure that without their recent session Abigail would never have made such an admission. She saw Abigail's turbulent emotions broiling behind the smile, her friend would need her help, soon. Lola let her attention slip back to Georgina.

"Georgina, if you promise not to escape, we can let you use the toilet and the basin."

"I promise not to attempt any form of escape while you are respecting my dignity."

"What the fuck does that mean?" Abigail snapped.

She was still angry, although she didn't understand why.

"It means I will make every effort to escape but I will not take advantage of any kindness you offer."

Lola leaned over and un-cuffed Georgina's hands, then her feet.

"There is a towel in there, I'll make a cup of tea."

Georgina rose stiffly from the bed and would have stumbled but for Lola's support. Georgina hugged her.

"Thank you Lola."

She moved slowly to the indicated room while her blood began to flow through her limbs again. Abigail set off after her.

"No Abigail, she'll be right."

"Are you crazy. She knows we intend to kill her why would she place honor above her life?"

Lola's eyes unfocused, she thought that was it, Abigail had described Georgina perfectly, honor before life.

"She is not corrupted like us."

Lola turned away to put the kettle on, they all needed a cuppa.

By the time the kettle had boiled and the tea brewed Georgina had returned.

"Koenig will want her naked," Abigail said.

Georgina dropped the gown she had found behind the door and walked to the bed. Abigail stared Georgina she did indeed have a superb body.

"Can you cuff my hands after I've drunk my tea?"

Lola nodded, Abigail put her cup on the side table.

"Don't reach for it until I'm out of range," she said.

"I promised," Georgina responded, "you need to worry when you put the cuffs back on."

The girls sipped their tea and had a second cup. Georgina offered her hands. She was cuffed naked on the bed.