This is the first part of the second story following the exploits of Maggie, her friends, and the enigmatic and vicious Count Pyre. This story is mainly set in Romania. I only use this country because of the joking Count Dracula similarities. All of the people and places are purely imaginary, and if they bear any resemblance to real people that is unfortunate and unintended. If the story line upsets anyone from that great country I apologise unreservedly.
There are some old characters who make a reappearance, plus plenty of new ones that will hopefully keep you interested. The story contains elements of extreme BDSM that may upset some people. If that is the case with you, then please move on. Apart from that, there is something for everyone. Straight sex, lesbian, toys, lingerie, anal and group sex. I hope you enjoy it. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. If you hate it just leave a bad rating and move on. I am not a professional writer and just do this for a bit of fun. For me the main enjoyment I derive from writing these stories is in creating the characters. If you have strong feelings about any of the persons in the story and would like to read more, or less, about them please leave your remarks in the comments and I will try to accommodate your wishes when Maggie & co. come back for the third story. From the ratings I received for the first Maggie story I know that some of you like my stories, so I hope you like this one. As always, thanks for reading. I wish to emphasise that this is a pure work of fiction and I hold all rights to the work.
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Part 1
Maggie woke up shivering. She had forgotten to shut her window completely and there was a thin layer of snow on her windowsill. It was the second week in December and nearly two months since she had come to work for the Count & Franky.
The two months had flown by. The first two weeks she had been learning how to do the day-to-day accounts for the large house. Maggie had taken over this responsability as of the third week in November. It was now on her shoulders to pay the staff, get food orders from the Paulo`s, deal with suppliers, settle their invoices and the same with everything that Ann needed to keep the house running.
Maggie had to admit that it was bloody hard work supervising a large house. Maggie had access to the bank account which had been created especially for the London house costs. Every two weeks she had to send a balance sheet to the accountant. This position had been filled by Charlotte since the first of December.
Halfway through November Maggie and Gabrielle had gone with Charlotte to collect her things from the apartment in Ealing. It was a terrible day, which had all of them crying as they left a distraught Terry standing in the flat weeping.
Charlotte had left him everything, including all the money in their joint account, just taking her clothing, makeup and toiletries. She had quit from the bank, and rather than have her working there with access to sensitive account information they had put her on "gardening leave" for the length of her one months' notice.
Anabel, her estate agent friend, had cleared out Maggie`s flat, and all the furniture was picked up by a house clearance company. The flat had sold for nearly two hundred thousand. So, after she had settled with Anabel and paid off the mortgage, she had been left with over sixty thousand pounds in the bank. Her salary of nearly four thousand a month went virtually untouched into the account every month.
Maggie now shopped at the best shops rather than Primark, and her walk-in closet was filling nicely. Charlotte, Maggie and Gabrielle made good use of their accounts at Luigi`s. Once a month they would spend a whole Saturday together in the shop trying on nearly all his stock whilst laughing and giggling. Luigi seemed to enjoy their visits as much as they did and had got in the habit of buying bottles of champagne and wine, so by the time Bert picked them up they were all fairly inebriated. Her lingerie drawer was full to overflowing, and her passion for shoes meant her shoe rack was completely full. Maggie was now using the floor around it for her new purchases.
Apart from at dinner time she had rarely seen Charlotte. Her friend had spent her days in the Count`s London office learning all that she could from the previous accountants. The Count had now severed ties with them, with everything now falling onto Charlotte`s shoulders. When she saw her at dinner Maggie thought Charlotte seemed exhausted, but at the same time happier than she had ever seen her.
Gabrielle had been organizing a business trip for the Count that involved stops in Tokyo, Los Angeles, Mexico City, New York and Frankfurt. He had left ten days ago and would return on the twentieth of December. Gabrielle was constantly on the phone or answering his e-mails as his plans changed and hotels needed cancelling or booking. The Count had his own private plane, so Gabrielle just had to coordinate his departures with the captain and the flight crew.
Maggie sighed. She had not had the pleasure of the Count for nearly two weeks now and she missed him terribly. Maggie would even accept a good thrashing if it meant she could be with the man she loved.
During November the Count had taken her many times, in many ways. The Count had now taken her rear entry more times than she could count, but these times were passionate and caring rather the roughness and brutality of the first time. Each time she had felt more than fulfilled. There had been no more beatings apart from some playful spanking when they fucked. The Count was insatiable and had managed to keep both she and Gabrielle satisfied, plus Franky and Charlotte of course.
Maggie had also slept with Gabrielle, Franky and Charlotte in various combinations, and on one memorable weekend all three at once. If she got time for a swim, which was happening less and less, it would invariably end up with her and Ingrid eating each other out on the side of the pool.
Once a fortnight she had to sit with Ann and go over the costs and orders for laundry and cleaning materials. The meeting always ended with a bit of lesbian anal play, as that was Ann`s favorite thing, and even Maggie was starting to look forward to it.
Since the Count had been gone, she had used Raymond, James, Tristan and Milo as substitute cocks. They didn`t seem to mind. Two of them had always provided Franky`s daily medicinal semen and they seemed honored when Maggie told them she needed a good shag. One night when she was particularly horny, she had done all four of them. One in her pussy, one in her mouth, one up her arse and the other one, poor Milo, got just a hand job. It was her first double penetration and she hadn`t liked it that much. In the end she put it down as an experience, but not one she would want to do every day. Unless of course the Count told her to!
She lay back on the plush pillows, glancing at the photo of her parents on the nightstand, "I hope you are happy for me Mum and Dad. I know you wouldn`t be happy with some of the things I`ve done, but I know you would be happy that I am happy!" she said softly, and a small tear formed at the corner of her eye.
There was a soft knock on her door and Maggie called out, "Come in."
The door opened and Gabrielle`s head popped around the corner. "Hi Maggie, did I wake you?"
Maggie and Gabrielle always spoke Italian when they were alone, her voice always sounded so seductive to Maggie when Gabrielle spoke in her native tongue. Gabrielle could say, "two cheese sandwiches" in Italian and Maggie felt her pussy moisten.
Gabrielle was wearing just a thin wrap, that was nearly transparent, her lithe body more than visible through the thin material. "No Darling, I was awake. Come, get into bed you must be freezing walking about like that." Maggie said gently and pulled back the covers.
