Author's note:
all characters in this story are over 18 years old (ages are given within the story or earlier chapters).
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One year later - July 2018.
Geoff Mills was a clever man, and a ruthless one, but he was only human and anyone can make mistakes. In the case of Mike Roberts he had made no fewer than three. None was especially serious on its own, but taken together they presented a risk of which Geoff remained unaware.
The first was that he had left Mike's love for his wife intact, although compromised by guilt. This Geoff had done mainly to increase their mutual suffering. But the thing about love is that, while it is generally viewed as a positive emotion, it also contains a strong element of possessiveness. In short, Mike wanted Jessica back.
Secondly, Geoff had himself commented that Mike had a strong mind. He had programmed him sufficiently that Mike could not disobey his commands or take any action directly against his Master's interests, but he had not specifically instructed him that he couldn't make enquiries and investigate the situation. And, without Geoff's knowledge, Mike had been doing exactly that.
Finally, in none of his discussions had Geoff bothered to probe exactly what Mike did for a living. This was because he just viewed Mike mainly as a cash-cow. His interest primary had always been in Jessica. Jessica had told her Master that Mike worked in the IT industry and that had sufficed.
As a result, he was unaware that, while Mike was indeed no more than a skilled programmer, the firm he worked for was involved in some unusual and classified work. Most of this was as a sub-contractor for GCHQ, the third of the UK's intelligence services. Mike was not directly part of that world, not even close, but he knew people that were. And communications technology was his field of expertise.
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Still, none of this was of concern to Geoff Mills as yet. From his point of view the last year had been a succession of triumphs, culminating in his role in that curious business in Salisbury last March. This, he felt, had finally made him entirely safe from governmental interference in his affairs, which was the only thing he really feared.
On a personal level, his current harem had grown from the four women he had arrived with, to ten. He had added Jessica and Ellie soon after his arrival. Some months later he had brought Rebecca, 'Becky', Langton under control.
She was the woman he had first met at the social evening he had organised soon after moving in. The fact that she didn't live locally, and that she had a fulfilling life of her own to lose, had made her a more difficult conquest. Still, Geoff enjoyed a challenge, and he had got her in the end. She was now staying at Mike's place, along with the Clarke twins.
The twins were one of two further minor fetishes he had managed to tick off his list, the other being a mother and daughter combination.
The twins he had not been able to find locally and he had to use some of his business contacts to locate likely candidates. Brittany and Shannon -- and those were actually their given names, which Geoff felt said something about their parents -- had proved very easy to recruit. Physically they were perfect. 19 years old, with slim, sexy bodies and pretty faces, just as he liked.
Sadly, they were also not endowed with much in the way of common sense. They had just wanted to be famous, and they weren't much bothered for what. All it had taken to lure them in was an invitation to a supposed audition for an entirely fictitious talent show. They had succumbed very readily to mind control.
Geoff sometimes wondered if he had made an error with the twins. Sure, they were smoking hot and fun to fuck. But most of his harem were also distinctly bright girls; the twins not so much. Still he could always pass them on at some point or gift them in exchange for favours. It was all the same to him.
The acquisition of the mother had been more fortuitous. Caitlin's parents, Brian and Bridget Kelly, had been in contact, concerned as to why their daughter had decided to abandon her studies and was now apparently living with her employer. On Geoff's instruction, Caitlin had invited them over to see for themselves. Geoff's intention had been simply to brainwash them into accepting the situation.
However, to his delight, he found that Bridget looked like a more voluptuously rounded version of her daughter, with the same red hair and attractive looks. They might have passed for older and younger sisters rather than mother and daughter.
Thus it was that, after a few days of the special Mills hospitality, Brian found himself flying back to Dublin alone and Bridget had remained behind. Geoff only had sex with her in a mother/daughter context, as otherwise he favoured his younger women. However, she had proved a first-rate domestic organiser and Bridget now essentially ran the household and organised rotas of domestic duties for his girls.
This had freed up a lot of time for him, which he used for pursuing his business interests, which were also flourishing. In fact, Jessica Roberts and Maria Sanchez were helping out with that even now ...
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Down in the basement of Park Manor, Maria was enjoying herself. She wished it was Caitlin tied up down here rather than Jessica, as she still had a score to settle with her, but on balance playing the dominatrix was a lot more fun than being on the receiving end. She even liked the dressing up aspect, especially the thigh boots, which she found sexy.
The reason for the show was an overweight, balding, businessman who their Master wanted something from. Maria couldn't even remember his name. Something very English, the Spanish beauty thought. What he presumably didn't realise was that everything that happened here was being filmed, so even if her Master didn't get the opportunity to fully control him, there was always blackmail.
Even that might not be necessary, as this was also a form of bribery. As part of his deal with their Master, the businessman had been offered his choice from Master's harem and so here they were.
Jessica did recall the man's name, his first one at least, which was the only one they had been told. It was Arnold. She was also acutely aware that their flabby lover was sweating profusely and that he was not very well-endowed. She was grateful for the latter fact, as she was currently deep-throating his penis.
Jessica was naked, apart from black hold-up stockings and high-heels. She bound into classic stocks, with her hands and head locked into place through the holes in the wooden cross piece. The result was that she was bent over at the waist and her mouth, pussy and ass were all at a height that gave ready access to them.
Currently Arnold, who was also naked, was fucking her mouth, while Maria was smacking her bottom with a leather paddle. In reality the Spanish girl was not hitting her with full force, but it still stung. Jessica knew from experience that her bum cheeks would be turning a bright crimson. She could feel the heat as the blood rushed to her aching buttocks.
The sight of this, and the sound of the firm 'thwack' of the leather on her bottom flesh, seemed to be greatly exciting Arnold. He had hold of a bunch of Jessica's blonde hair in his left hand and was thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth without much thought for her.
It could have been very testing for her, except that his modest size meant she was coping okay, especially given all the practice she had had in the last year. Still, it was pretty undignified, given the amount of spit she was slobbering everywhere. Plus she was getting sweat from Arnold's protruding belly all over her face and hair.
Jessica consoled herself that she was doing it for the Master and that was all that really counted. If she performed well, then he might reward her by letting her suck his cock and even by fucking her arse. That thought was much more arousing that anything Arnold was doing.
Suddenly the cock was gone from her mouth. Arnold obviously wanted something else. Locked in the stocks, Jessica couldn't turn her head to see, but she heard him move round behind her, then tell Maria to stop spanking her bum.
Jessica felt Arnold grip her hips with his hands. Then what she assumed to be his cock head was pressing against the entrance to her pussy. While she has hardly at the heights of arousal, the situation had her hot enough that his penetrating her would be no problem for either of them.
Arnold pushed forward and the head of his penis entered her. A few more trusts and she had taken his full length. Then Jessica heard the 'thwack' of the leather paddle on flesh once more, but this time she was not the target. Maria had whacked Arnold's bottom. He gave a small cry of pain and jerked forward, burying his cock deeper inside Jessica.
'Hmm, not bad', she thought, 'If Maria and he keep this up, I might have some fun after all'.
Jessica got her wish. Maria's orders from their client were to redden his backside while he fucked the bound blonde, and she was more than happy to oblige. That stimulation, together with the fulfilment of his BDSM fantasies with two hot women, was driving the middle-aged businessman to heights of performance he hadn't managed with his wife in years. He was ramming Jessica's cunt hard and fast.
Finally, Arnold had taken enough punishment and told Maria to stop. The Spanish girl was feeling pretty horny herself by this point. She went round to where Jessica's head was trapped in the stocks, fetched a low platform, placed it in front of the imprisoned blonde and stood on it. This brought her pussy level with Jessica's mouth.
"Lick me out, slut," Maria ordered. Jessica wasn't sure whether this was part of the show or not, but she was happy to oblige. The scent of Maria's wet pussy was arousing her further.
