George And The Debt Pt 08

Pager Update : Fenella has arrived to help Debs to deal with Anton. Chrissy has upped her grades to A star, and turned her gangbang into a bisexual orgy. : Update Ends

I will gloss over the dinner meal which was a takeaway around the kitchen table. Chrissy got the distinct impression that Fenella knew exactly what she'd done that afternoon and, although nothing was actually said about it, she got a feeling that Fenella approved of the way she had competently handled the men, but not of her growing addiction to risky sex.

Georgina tried to look as if she was still a good husband to Debs, despite her new appearance. But she was acutely aware she'd let the family down. She'd been scared of Fenella when she was George, now she was terrified of the power of this creature. Luckily she had clients that evening, a husband and wife, so she wouldn't have to spend the time trying to make conversation with the 'mother-in-law from hell'. After dinner, Chrissy went to her room and Georgina took her taxi to her appointment.

That left Debs and her mother to chat.

"You say, Deborah, that your man will arrive at 10 pm?" queried Fenella.

"Yes," replied Debs. "They are sometimes a little late, but not often. There's no hanging about, we fuck straight away. They get me for twelve hours and it's costing them a lot, so they want to get the most out of their time."

"Do you think you can get the man to cum a couple of times in the first hour?"

"Er.. yes... that's easy. The problem is usually stopping them from blowing their load too quickly and getting frustrated. I usually get them talking about their lives, their wives, their work, between bouts."

"Very good. So, I suggest we get Chrissy to be in the kitchen, or the bathroom, when the guy arrives." Fenella explained. "Dressed in something skimpy."

"Okay."

"Then, after you've given your client a good fucking, got him to cum hard so he's feeling good, can you get him to ask for her?"

"I've had a few men who've asked just that. 'Does your daughter do it as well?', they say. I think it excites them to think of both of us as whores. Some of the guys want to have a mother and daughter session, but I think it's a rare thing in the escort world. So, they see the photographs of the family on the bedside table and fantasise about the young girl in the pictures. I'm sure I can steer the post-fuck chat in that direction if the guy is typical."

"Good," replied Fenella. "Get Chrissy down."

Debs called up the stairs and the plan was explained to Chrissy.

"Your mother and I need to nip out for a few hours," explained Fenella. "Do you think you can take on one of your mother's clients for that time?"

"Anton seems to be keeping me for special events at the moment," replied Chrissy. "I suppose it's to make sure I don't get over exposed. Like some of the television comedians who end up presenting everything from Celebrity Bake Off to Travel shows."

"But can you do it?" asked Debs.

"Oh yes... that's the point. I'm not getting enough sex! Bloody Anton's woken me up to sex and now I'm frustrated as hell. You get me in the room with your client and I'll give him the teen ride of his life!"

"Whatever he looks like?" asked Fenella.

"You don't know," replied Chrissy. "But my first client was a guy called Owen and he was..."

"... an ugly bastard." Debs finished the sentence for her daughter.

"Yes," continued Chrissy. "We should charge the guy extra for me or he will get suspicious. I don't think any punter gets offered a young 'extra' for free. And perhaps we should act a bit reluctant."

"That sounds a good idea," agreed Debs. "Some of the guys have talked to me about trying to get a whore's daughter but being frustrated in their plan because one or other of them is unwilling."

"I'll give him a bit of the nervous look. That'll probably work. You can leave him with me and don't worry, I'll be fine."

"Then we have a plan," said Fenella.

Georgina's taxi took her to a housing estate on the outskirts of Damcaster. Here were new, but very high status, properties each in their own plot giving a high degree of privacy. The taxi stopped at the end of a cul-de-sac and the driver handed Georgina a card with a number to ring when she'd finished. Evidently the return journey had been paid for by Anton.

Georgina was to meet the Pattersons. The pager had said...

Husband and wife this time. The Pattersons. I think you'll find the experience very different.

She had never been with a married couple, all her clients up until now had been a man on his own, sometimes married, sometimes not. As she walked down the path to the front door she wondered what awaited her. The door was opened by a petite woman, Thai in appearance.

"Welcome Georgina," she said. "Come in. Come in."

The hallway and lounge were immaculate and minimalist in decoration.

"I am Jintara," said the woman. "Your coat please."

Georgina handed her coat over and the little woman folded it over her elbow, then held her hand out for Georgina's handbag, which she placed neatly on the hall table.

"Follow please," was the next instruction.

Georgina followed Jintara up the stairs. The little woman's hips swayed from side to side as she walked in a way that was very sensual. Even Georgina, with her new focus on men, could see the attraction. Jintara led the way into a strange room, putting Georgina's coat away in a wardrobe. The room must have originally been a bedroom but it had been stripped of ordinary furniture and the floor was linoleum. The soft kind that bounced underfoot when you walked on it. There were devices on the walls and ropes hanging from the ceiling, several cupboards and chests, and several step-stools. In an en-suite room was a shower and Jintara pointed at it.

"Take off all your clothes and shower," she instructed.

So far there was no sign of the husband. Georgina wondered what he was like. Would he be an English man who had fallen in love with a Thai woman, perhaps on holiday? Or was he also Thai and the couple had emigrated to the UK bringing valuable skills? Georgina took off her clothes, which Jintara folded neatly and put away in the wardrobe with her coat. Then the shower was run. As the steam filled the cubicle, and the deliciously warm water ran down her back, Georgina saw Jintara moving about. The shower door opened and a naked Jintara stepped in. Soon delicate hands were soaping Georgina's breasts and moving down her body to lather up her cock. From time to time the slender woman pushed herself up against Georgina and rubbed herself up and down. And, to Georgina's surprise, her cock responded. I must have a little desire left in me for women, she thought.

Jintara was very attentive and, back in the main room, towelled Georgina dry, then she took out a metal tin of talcum powder. Georgina hadn't seen one of those for years. They were associated with her youngest days, her mother used to wear it out of the bath. The smell of the powder instantly brought back memories of those times. Jintara thoroughly covered Georgina with the powder, but only on specific parts of her body. Her shoulders and arms, and her legs. Georgina tried to help, spreading the sweet smelling powder more generally but her hands were slapped gently away by Jintara. Obviously the woman had a plan.

The plan was revealed when she opened up a medieval-looking chest and removed two strange garments. They were bright red and seemed to be made of some sort of rubber or vinyl. The first was handed over to Georgina who held it up to get a better look. It was clearly designed to cover her legs so she stepped in. The rubber was very tight and now she understood the reason for the talcum powder. More was applied each time Georgina got stuck but eventually, after a few minutes of stretching and struggling, the deed was done. The garment covered her feet and legs but left her crotch and buttocks exposed. The end of the legs were sock-like, squeezing her toes together slightly. A belt fastened the garment in place and Jintara tightened up the buckles until Georgina gasped. Then she handed over the second garment.

This went over the head and shoulders and was like the top half of a scuba diving outfit. It was also red rubber and consisted of the hood, the upper part of the chest above the breasts, and the arms. It was very tight and the hood crushed Georgina's hair hard to her scalp, making her look like a bald, red-skinned, clown. Georgina's choice of lipstick for this evening was, coincidentally, also bright red. She got a glimpse of herself in a wall mirror and the combination, she thought, of flattened scalp, wide eyes and matching red lips in a pout made her look perpetually surprised. Jintara tucked stray locks of hair inside the hood until none showed. The hood was joined seamlessly to the shoulders and was quite stiff, it was impossible for Georgina to turn her head. Jintara helped Georgina slip her arms into the sleeves. At the end of the sleeves were mittens and, worryingly, there were metal clips on the wrists. Georgina found her fingers were squashed together, there wasn't even somewhere for her thumbs to go. I look like I've got flippers, she thought.

Between the upper and lower garment there was nothing so Georgina's breasts and torso were exposed. Her buttocks and genitals were also left exposed by the costume. It felt very strange, and rather worrying, to be trussed up so thoroughly. Then there was a sound behind her and Jintara dropped to her knees, put her hands in a prayer position, and lowered her head. Georgina tried to turn her head to see who it was but the tight hood meant she couldn't, the best she could do was turn her whole body, which she did. Then she caught her breath.

Standing in front of her was, presumably, Mr Patterson. He was a whole head taller than her and his bulk cast a shadow in the room. He was evidently a native of Jamaica or some such location. His skin was deep brown, almost black, and he was muscled like a bodybuilder. His preparation for this evening had included oiling his skin. He was wearing a costume of gladiatorial design, all straps and pieces of armour. He looked terrifying, and that was before Georgina contemplated his phallus. It dangled to his knee, a fat log of an organ, bigger - even when flaccid - than anything Georgina has taken so far in her career as an escort. It frankly made her shake with fear.

"I am Sanka," he said. "You will do what I says."

He clapped his hands and Jintara sprang up, rushed to a cupboard and returned with a couple of items. She knelt before Georgina and she could see the petite woman was holding a thick red rubber ring. Deftly she placed it onto Georgina's cock, pulling it wide over the cock and testicles and then allowing it to contract at the root of the organ. It fitted snugly and Georgina, who had worn a similar but less strong version a week earlier, knew it would prevent her cock from becoming flaccid once it had become erect. The second item was some sort of mechanical device she had never seen before. Jintara reached up and pushed it into Georgina's mouth. It sat over her teeth and Jintara adjusted some screws at the sides. Suddenly it was forcing Georgina's mouth open, wider and wider, there was no resisting the device.

"Aaaaaa aaaa aaa aaaa," gurgled Georgina, trying to talk. She could move her tongue around and used it to feel the device. It was solid as a rock and very smooth. It made a slick, round, entrance to her mouth and denied the opportunity to refuse anything put in there. This was demonstrated when Jintara returned from yet another trip to a cupboard with a small bottle. She poured the spirit into Georgina's mouth, pausing to allow time for Georgina to swallow each small amount, then retreated to stand by the wall, head bowed. The liquor was potent, perhaps some sort of schnapps, with a very high alcohol content. It quickly made Georgina's head swim.

Sanka then grabbed both of Georgina's arms and pulled them up behind Georgina's back. There was a click of latches and she found she could not move them. She felt horribly vulnerable. Sealed in rubber, hands covered, arms strapped behind her, but with her breasts and genitals exposed. And unable to close her mouth. At the mercy of this enormous black man to whom the word mercy was probably not in his vocabulary. Sanka took hold of Georgina's wrists and steered her towards a step stool above which dangled ropes.

Oh God, he's going to hang me, thought Georgina. Anton has finally got fed up with me. Or perhaps I'm not bringing in enough money to pay my debts and he's decided to let someone kill me for a massive fee. Debs seems to be bringing in steady income for him. Chrissy is his teen darling. What am I but, probably, a failed experiment? A sissy that's not very attractive. This man is going to march me up onto that stool, stick a rope around my neck, then push me off into eternity. I wonder if he will take this thing out of my mouth and let me have my final words? I wonder if he, or his wife, will be the last thing I see?

Sanka didn't hang Georgina. He instructed her to put one leg up on the stool and tied a rope around both her wrists. It was an ungainly position, one foot on the stool and one on the floor, tilting Georgina over so she was slightly off balance.

"Prepare her," he said to Jintara.

The petite woman collected a bottle of lubricant, walked forward, and moved behind Georgina. Once again the stiffness of the red rubber hood and shoulder cover meant she was unable to turn her head to watch. But, a moment later, Georgina could feel a tongue lapping around her anus and then penetrating her. Her cock twitched automatically. The sensations in her arse, and the sight of Sanka in front of her gently masturbating his enormous cock, brought her to a very strong erection. And her erection remained. Painfully erect, restrained by the cock ring and, Georgina thought, possibly chemically as well. She began to wonder what was in the spirit she'd been given. She groaned. Jintara was now running a finger around her anus, dipping inside from time to time. Cool liquid, lots of it, was pumped into her. I'm lubricated, she thought, but I'm not sure it will help much with that monster.

"Prepare me," commanded Sanka.

Jintara knelt in front of her master, looking tiny next to his bulk, and started to caress and kiss his giant cock. It swelled and grew and the fear in Georgina made her start to pant. The jaw opening device made her breathing sound strange and the rubber hood muffled the sounds as well. Soon, she thought, that beast will be inside me. Jintara was trying to fit her master's cock into her mouth but she was struggling. The best she could do was to suck the head, running her tongue around it and lapping at it like a little cat. Sanka watched and Georgina knew that once he dismissed his wife, her turn would come.

Sanka, now with a terrifying erection, turned back to Georgina and moved behind her. Georgina thought this was a cruel tactic. Being unable to see him heightened the tension. She could feel him checking the ropes on her wrists. He reached down to her foot, perched precariously on the step stool, and fastened it in place with cords. Then he hauled on the wrist ropes dragging her arms up her back and lifting her body until her other foot was on tip toe. The posture wasn't too painful, yet, but very uncomfortable and exposing.

"Punish her," said Sanka.

Jintara was ready, hidden behind her back she took out a lash made of multiple strips of leather. And, as Sanka pushed his cock a little way into Georgina, she stepped forward.

"Uhhhh," grunted Georgina as the massive cock head pushed its way past her sphincter. There is that moment, during anal sex, when the broad head of a man's cock passes the ring of muscle and it contracts almost automatically onto the shaft of the penis. The head of the cock is then trapped, requiring a good pull to release it. But, of course, what usually happens next is not withdrawal but further penetration. As she felt Sanka's cock inside her and contemplated that penetration Georgina's body was wracked with pain. Jintara had hit her stomach with the lash. It drove the breath out of her lungs and Georgina screamed. At least she made as much of a scream as was possible with the jaw opener holding her mouth agape.

"Hooo! Hooo! Hoooo!," she cried. The lash reminded her of pictures she had seen of the dreaded cat-o-nine-tails used by officers on board His Majesty's ships of the line in the Eighteenth century. Getting a 'taste of the cat' ensured discipline was maintained. Georgina knew the thing Jintara was wielding so expertly didn't have the pieces of metal at the ends of the leather strands, but it was still very painful. Two more strokes were applied, one to each breast, and Georgina twitched and tried to pull away.

The step stool prevented much movement and Georgina found her leg, that was on the floor by just her tip toes, was jerking in response to the pain. She almost hopped off the floor with each stroke of the lash and this had an extra effect. She was dancing on Sanka's cock. She bounced and twisted and Sanka grunted with pleasure.

"More," he instructed his diminutive wife.

Stroke after stroke landed and Georgina moaned and screamed, aware with every hop and turn she was driving Sanka's huge cock deeper and deeper into her bowel. Then the lash hit her own, painfully erect, penis and she stood still and shuddered with the pain.

"Ooooooooo!!!" she gave a long, drawn out scream.

This must have been an agreed finale to the flogging as Jintara returned to a kneeling position watching her husband, his cock deep inside Georgina.

Sanka snarled, "Lay out the mat. My turn to make her dance."

He reached around Georgina's torso and grasped her breasts, holding the nipples between finger and thumb and squeezing until Georgina cried with the pain. Then he moved his hands to grasp her buttocks and started to thrust. His powerful movement took him deep inside Georgina who felt more full than she had with any of her other clients. She instinctively tried to lift herself from this fat column of flesh and this led to more, as Sanka put it, dancing. At full impalement she was physically lifted off the floor, unable to do anything except try to straighten the leg on the step stool, her other leg kicking in the air. And, when she did this, Sanka laughed cruelly and told her to dance some more.

It seemed to go on for hours. In this room of torture there was no clock. Nothing to verify how long Sanka's cock had been pummelling her. Georgina knew that her client had her, technically, until breakfast. She wasn't sure she was going to survive that long.

At the other side of the room Jintara was rolling out a thin mat, about the thickness and texture of a yoga mat, but much larger. Georgina was pretty convinced that it was unlikely any yoga would form part of the evening's entertainment. Slowly, and with great deliberation, Jintara placed a series of objects on the mat. At the angle she was positioned it was hard for Georgina to see what they were, even if she'd not been jerked about on Sanka's cock, but they looked worrying.

At ten that night Debs' latest client arrived and a well choreographed enticement played itself out. Fenella hid herself away then, as Debs took the man up to her room, Chrissy arranged to be coming out of the bathroom. She'd just had a shower and was erotically damp and only partially dressed in a towel.

"Oooh, sorry," she said to the man, then disappeared into her room. As she passed through the door, and in full knowledge that his eyes were following her, she let the towel drop so that he caught a brief glimpse of her youthful body before the door closed.

While letting the man see her Chrissy had got a good view of him. He looked like a wild man of the woods from some sort of survival television documentary. He was dressed in a check shirt, lumberjack-style, and a pair of baggy jeans that sat low on his hips, showing the traditional 'builder's crack'. What Chrissy could see of his bum was very hairy. His hair on his head was black, bushy and, she thought, designer-unkempt. It was like the mane of a lion, an effect increased by the similarly bushy beard. Being fucked by him would be like having sex with The Beast from Beauty and the Beast, she thought, and there would be no romantic transformation into a handsome prince afterwards.