Nicola Redux*
Olwen's introduction. This is a work of fiction, dreamed up since joining Literotica and being inspired by lots of very hot kinky stories that I've already read. I don't think I'm a vain person, but I have been self-centered enough to include a character based on myself. She is quite different to me, but I enjoyed putting myself in her shoes. I note that many authors here include a disclaimer that says all characters in the story are 18 or over, and that all sex is consensual. This applies to this serial too. If you like it, please vote and leave comments.
*One dictionary definition of 'Redux' is 'to bring back' or 'to bring home safely.'
Chapter Six
Lynette disengaged herself from Nicola's embrace reluctantly and glanced over at the viewing mirror.
"Well he's got Malvina well trussed up," she said with a grin. "That'll save us the trouble. We can go in now. I'll keep Kevin occupied whilst you cane Malvina. Do you want to cane him too? If so, I'll get him tied up and ready for you."
Nicola looked at Lynette thoughtfully.
"Change of plan, I think, lover," she said looking very devious. "If I'm a member of the Inner Sanctum now, I suppose I can do pretty much what I like in this club, can't I?"
"You certainly can," replied Lynette, looking at her in confusion. "But I heard you say you were going to thrash Malvina, and I assumed that you'd want some sort of revenge on Kevin. What's this about a change of plan? What do you intend doing?"
Nicola put her leather hood back on, obscuring her features totally. She picked up the internal phone and asked Lynette if it was possible to get hold of Georgina. Lynette took the receiver and pushed a few buttons. She handed it back to Nicola with a questioning look on her lovely face. Nicola smiled and blew her a kiss.
She smiled as she heard, "Hello Rethepthion. Kalie thpeaking."
"Hi Kalie," said Nicola brightly. "Do me a favour, please? Go and find Mistress Myra and ask her to send Georgina to dungeon number three in fifteen minutes, will you?"
"Of courth, Mithtreth," lisped Kalie in reply. "Dungeon three in fifteen minuite-th. Of courth"
"I have a plan," Nicola confided to Lynette. "My revenge starts here and now. Let's go in there, and see how things play out," she smiled. "Remember Kevin saw you that day when we 'found' my divorce papers. He knows who you are. Maybe you should put your hood on too?"
"No point," Lynette grinned. "Let him see me. I told you. He's going to disappear. He'll never leave this club again after tonight."
With a feeling of immense self-confidence, Nicola led Lynette into dungeon number three. As she opened the door and walked in, Kevin turned to her and said rudely,
"Are you fucking blind? This dungeon's being used. Why don't you two sad dyke bitches fuck off and find somewhere else to munch each other's rug?"
He did a double take when he saw Lynette.
"Hang on," he stuttered, "you're that fucking pig who fucked me over the other day. I'll be making a complaint to your superiors, good girl. I wonder if they know their colleague is a fucking lesbo?"
Lynette smiled and shook her head.
"They don't, and you won't," she said. "Now, are you going to do as you're told, or am I going to have to make you shut your foul mouth and listen?"
"Listen to you, you sad fucking dyke?" snarled Kevin. "No, I'm not. But you, you listen here, good girl..."
He got no further. Lynette, striking with the speed of a cobra kicked him squarely in the bollocks. There was a squelching sound as his balls were crushed against his pelvis, and Kevin uttered strangulated "Aaargh!" He collapsed in agony on the floor, holding his throbbing cock and balls.
Lynette sauntered over and pulled him into a sitting position by grabbing his hair and yanking him upright. She stepped on his balls to ensure that he wasn't going anywhere, and then looked over at Nicola.
"There should be some handcuffs in that drawer over there, darling," she said, smiling sweetly. "Be a dear and pass them to me will you, please?"
Nicola opened the drawer indicated by Lynette and found several pairs of handcuffs lying there. She selected the heaviest looking pair and walked over to her friend, who was now rubbing her foot back and forth on Kevin's balls as if she was extinguishing a cigar. He was whimpering continually.
Expertly, Lynette cuffed Kevin by his wrist to an eye peg set in the floor. She stepped away and smiled at Nicola.
"Well, that's the first bit of business done," she said. "Now I think you have some dealings to finish with that cunt over there, don't you?"
"Leave her alone, you fucking sick lesbian bastards," croaked Kevin. "She's done nothing wrong!"
Nicola squatted down in front of Kevin, making sure she was out of grabbing or kicking range. He still had one arm free, she reminded herself.
"Not done anything wrong?" she asked quietly, undoing the lacing at the back of her hood and removing it. She faced Kevin with an evil grin. "No, I don't think she has. In fact, she's done me a huge favour by fucking you."
"You!" he spluttered. "Oh thank fuck for that! Nicky, this mad dyke pig has kidnapped me, told lies about us and has just assaulted me. Get me out of these fucking handcuffs, and we'll go straight to the police. Thank fuck you've come to your senses and come to rescue me, babe!"
Nicola looked at Lynette and shook her head in amazement.
"Are you hearing this?" she asked incredulously. She turned back to face Kevin.
"See this mad dyke pig, as you so rudely describe her?" she snarled. "Let me tell you this. When I've finished with your secretary, I'm going with her and we are going to spend tonight, and the rest of our lives fucking one another senseless. You, on the other hand, are going to spend the rest of yours sucking cock, and being fucked by men and pegged by women members of this lovely club!"
Kevin's face was a picture of incredulity.
"You mean... you're a part of this club?" he asked slowly. "How long have you been coming here, you deceitful bitch?"
"Me? Deceitful?" Nicola laughed. "Who was it that wasn't fucking his wife, but was fucking his secretary?" she asked rhetorically. She turned to Lynette and asked her, in a low voice, to untie Malvina and bring her over. Lynette did as she was asked.
In the meantime, there was a discrete knock on the dungeon door. Nicola went to see who was there. She opened the door to find a naked, cock locked Georgina standing there.
"I was sent for, Mistress," said Georgina respectfully. "May I be of service?"
Nicola looked at Myra's sissy transvestite. Hur face was beautifully made up, lipstick and eye liner perfectly applied, skin moisturised and smooth. She smiled at Georgina.
"Come in," she said, reaching for Georgina's hand and pulling her into the dungeon.
Lynette had untied Malvina by now and was fastening a lead to the collar she wore around her throat. She led the Polish slave over to where Nicola and Georgina stood in front of the handcuffed Kevin. He made one last effort to bluff himself out of the pickle he found himself in.
"Babe," he appealed to Nicola, "please believe me. This bitch used me to try and get a work permit. I admit that I like a bit of slap and tickle, but it's you I really love, babe. Come on. Let me out of here. I'll forget I ever saw this bitch.. er, I mean this police officer. Let's go home and start again. What do you say?"
"I say this," replied Nicola in a quiet, but extremely determined voice. "Malvina here is going to pay the penalty that she agreed to when she sold you out to my friends recently. Initially, I was going to cane her, and make her suffer for what she did. Taking you away from me. But I've seen you in action now. Not only this evening, but the other day at my house."
She smiled. "Yes, my house! Where, after today, my very good friend Lynette will be welcome to visit so that we can fuck whenever we feel like it. As for Malvina, watch this."
Kevin's eyes widened in disbelief as Nicola pulled Malvina towards her and kissed her full on the mouth. It was obvious to all watching that there was a great deal of tongue action involved, and when Nicola pulled away, both her and Malvina's nipples were very prominent indeed. It was obvious that both women had enjoyed the kiss. Nicola looked at Malvina.
"That night of our last wedding anniversary, when this twat," she nodded in Kevin's direction, "when he phoned me to say that he had to work late but that you had volunteered to stay on and help him. Do you remember?"
Malvina nodded, wordlessly.
"I was so upset," Nicola continued. "I'd bought his favourite food, set up an evening which I hoped would end in sex, and what happened? He's a no-show, and then I heard you two planning some sort of Mistress and slave evening. If I could have got hold of you then, I'd have ripped your head off and pissed down the hole in your neck!"
Lynette giggled. "I absolutely love it when you talk dirty, my darling," she said with a smile.
Nicola ignored the interruption.
"But having seen this twat in action," she continued, "I realise I owe you a debt of thanks. You've allowed me to see what an absolute cunt this bloke is. I was going to punish you. But not anymore. I release you from your promise, and I wish you well. I understand that there is a job for you in the Building Society? Well, good luck to you. I'm sure we'll bump into one another both there and here in the club. I'll be a regular visitor here. Of that you can be assured!"
Malvina sank to her knees and put her arms around Nicola's legs.
"Thank you, Mistress," she sobbed. "If there's anything you require of me, ever, all you have to do is ask."
Nicola winked at Lynette.
"Well now that you're down there," she said, "it seems a shame to waste such a talented tongue. You may worship me."
As Malvina eagerly started to tongue Nicola's cunt, she turned to Georgina and smiled.
"Georgina," she said quietly, but very clearly, "my ex-husband adores oral sex. He particularly likes having his cock sucked by sissy transvestites. Would you mind obliging him? I'm sure Mistress Lynette will get him into position for you."
"Www! That's just the spot, Malvina, my dear. My clit really appreciates that! Do it again, please!"
Lynette dragged Kevin to his feet, and then remembered that he was handcuffed to the floor.
"Oops!" she said with a giggle. She released his handcuff from the eye peg and pulled him upright. Swiftly, she dragged him over to a whipping bench, and secured him to it, face up. Kevin's cock lolled about uselessly. He was obviously not enjoying this.
