CHAPTER 1

 

'A party?' queried alluring, slim and curvaceous, copper-haired, hazel-eyed Leanne as they rested naked on the duvet in morning light. 'What a good idea, sweetie. What sort of party? And where?'

'The sort of party we managed to have with the boys before we were sent to this awful place,' replied the equally desirable honey-blond, blue-eyed Nicola. 'It's what we both need isn't it, dear one.'

'Oh, that sort of party,' mused Leanne, kissing Nicola's pouting lips as the other fluttered fingers to her firm breasts, teasing the nipples until they stood hard. 'Not in this dismal old house, surely. That's why they sent us to stay here with Damian and Hannah, isn't it. Yes, to cool off for three months. Trouble is we haven't cooled off at all have we. But I don't think we'd get away with any sort of party here, do you? Hannah confiscated the skirts and dresses we used for clubbing as well as our super high-heels. I managed to keep our lingerie, of course. As there's not much of it I hid yours with mine in my shoulder bag, oh, together with our seamed stockings. And we still have our little pink friend in the drawer, although the battery seems to be running down. Better put a couple on our shopping list - if they ever allow us go shopping on our own and if there are any shops within miles of this house, which I doubt.'

'Yes - it's really out of order,' agreed Nicola. 'We'll both be nineteen soon and should be making our own way in life. This so-called 'secure home for threatened women' is a joke. I feel threatened by the two running the place - it's the way they look at us. If what happened at the convent hadn't happened at all I might have gone to the police by now. If we'd been free to get jobs and earn our own money we could have buggered off somewhere out of their reach.'

'I'm sure you're right,' mused Leanne, aroused by Nicola's lustful intentions toward her.

'We might get away with a small party,' continued Nicola, looking into her eyes. 'A very small party, that is. Just four of us. Damian and Hannah did say they'd be away until Sunday and said they'd phone when they were on their way back. We could invite those two from the village - the blokes they caught us with in the convent. They were very good at you know what, weren't they. I bet they wouldn't mind driving over here even if it took an hour or more - after all we are worth it.'

'You're so right,' sighed Leanne. 'We're definitely worth it.'

'I still have their numbers on my mobile,' added Nicola. 'And as today is Saturday I bet they'll be looking to go off somewhere.' She resumed her progress, leaning to brush her lips with burning touch below Leanne's breasts.

'The convent,' breathed Leanne as Nicola shuffled further down the bed to press electrifying kisses on the soft heat of her stomach. 'How could I ever forget?' Leanne closed her eyes and spread her legs as lips brushed the firmer flesh above her smooth-shaven pussy. The heat of her breath fired Leanne's every nerve as Nicola hesitated, poised. Leanne gasped then held her own breath in buzzing anticipation. Nicola closed upon her; tongue darting to spread already inflamed sex lips, pushing deeper to stroke the pearl of her pleasures, causing her to moan softly, then a little louder. Nicola well knew how to raise the carnal flames within Leanne, just as Leanne knew how to pleasure Nicola. The tongue darted and flickered, probing, teasing, quickening until Leanne writhed in ecstasy, her moans interspaced with gasps that shortened until she stiffened, clenched the fabric of the duvet, rocked her head from side to side and wailed repeatedly, 'Aaaaah!' as the orgasm seized.

Leanne relaxed as Nicola lay back beside her. 'You come very quickly don't you, dear one. I think next time I'll tie you up and give you a good spanking. I know how much you'd like that. Now what about this little party - have I got you in the mood?'

Leanne sighed, eased upward on the pillow to lean across Nicola, saying, 'I was in the mood to start with so - if you think we can get away with it. Last time it was so - so bloody embarrassing.'

'You are so right, it was rather embarrassing. No, it was utterly embarrassing.' Nicola closed her eyes. In her mind replayed that afternoon in the convent when the nuns had gone to the village market. Hers was so vivid a memory it might almost have been happening again.

***

The market had closed much earlier than intended because of heavy rain but Nicola and Leanne were preoccupied and entirely unaware of the weather. In their haste for carnal satisfaction they did not hear the main door open and close, nor did they hear voices in the hallway and the creak of ancient stairs.

Nicola's thighs were parted wide, black-stockinged legs pushed back toward the headboard and pinned beneath Darren's arms so that her spike heels pointed up and outward. Darren thrust with vigour on a protesting old bed used only to the gentle slumber of the innocent. Seated in an armchair, nylon sheened legs draped over the sides, high-heel sandals swinging like branches in a breeze, Leanne had been driven to orgasm by the busily probing tongue of oh-so expert Shaun. Now, one hand cupping and caressing his testicles, she knelt before him to repay the act by taking his ample erection fully into the welcoming heat of her eager mouth, moving back and forth whilst twirling her tongue about the cock head. Leanne could hear Darren's groans and Nicola's quickening gasps as both approached the point of no return. Shaun began to thrust with increasing urgency, murmuring, 'Oh - oh, Christ,' when from the corner of her eye, Leanne had seen the door swing open. Too late! She had pulled back to withdraw the glistening cock from her mouth as Shaun began to ejaculate. Darren and Nicola were crying out in climax as two dark-robed forms entered the room; Sister Mary, her crinkled-pastry face set grim, followed by pallid, bespectacled Sister Theresa. Leanne had stared horrified, semen glistening about her cheeks and her chin. 'Oh, bloody hell!' was all a dismayed Shaun could manage. Horrified Darren and panicking Nicola struggled apart as he continued to ejaculate over her stomach only to bury their faces in the pillows. The two nuns had said nothing as they backed out of the bedroom but retribution was already being planned.

The lurid image faded.

There could have been no conceivable excuses and it had resulted that day being the last at the convent for Nicola and Leanne.

***

'I'll call the boys now,' declared Nicola, reaching to the dressing table for her smart phone. 'No nuns to barge in this time.'

'No,' agreed Leanne, 'can't imagine getting caught like that again, ever!'

'It could actually have been worse,' Nicola said with finger poised over the keypad.

'Worse?' queried Leanne.

'Yes, worse. Imagine if we'd gone as far as playing their forfeit game.'

'Oh, god!' responded Leanne raising hands to her cheeks, 'I'd have simply died!'

Nicola keyed in the number raised the phone to her ear.

***

The two young men, having parked their car in a lay-by some distance from the house, waited among the trees until the wave of a hand next to a pulled-aside net curtain beckoned them on. Each wore jeans and short coat over his T-shirt against the night time chill, tip-toeing across the grass to the ground floor sash window of the gloomy Catholic refuge; a 'safe house,' they had been told, for those young women found guilty of certain excesses yet considered worthy of redemption.

With the help of an upturned bucket the pair had clambered into the sombre, age-burdened lounge to be greeted by Nicola attired in pink housecoat. They followed her, pushing their way past cumbersome, dark-lacquered furniture, then hurried between dimly lit, deep cream walls up autumn-carpeted stairs. Darren and Shaun were concerned not to disturb any of the other residents, unaware that there were no others present that day; nor had there been for a long time. Reaching the top of the stairs they passed along the gloomy landing to enter a heavily furnished, thickly draped bedroom awash with sensual perfume and soft music from the small, bedside radio. On the mantelpiece above an empty, black-lacquered iron grate they noted an opened bottle of red wine and four glasses. These stood next to a fussy old wooden clock with spider hands and numerals beneath which glinted, behind its little window, a tarnished brass pendulum. An Edwardian lamp with tasselled shade stood in one corner to provide the room with cosy illumination. It was an intimate, possessive room that wanted to stay as it always had been and never suffer to change.

'Hello, boys,' beamed Leanne as the door closed to a feint, metallic click. Darren and Shaun, the latter clutching small satchel, stood wide-eyed at the sight of her. Leanne, her long auburn hair let down to spill across her shoulders, reclined on the bed. About her beguiling form drifted a translucent, big-bowed negligee of pink nylon that covered but did little to conceal, with beneath it a frivolous lace-edged G-string in metallic blue that did conceal, but only just. Seamed stockings in sheerest black, held in place by elasticated tops, flattered head-turning legs. The men looked aside to find mischievously grinning Nicola had discarded the housecoat to reveal herself likewise attired.

'Wowee,' breathed strapping, stubble-faced Shaun, peeling away his coat.

Slipping off his coat, too, slightly taller, clean-shaven Darren exclaimed, 'Phew!'

Shaun reached into the satchel and from it produced another bottle of red wine.

'Ready for a drink, boys?' smiled Nicola.

'Er - oh, yes,' stammered Shaun, 'Let me pour.'

They watched Shaun place the satchel on a nearby chair and step over to reach for the already opened bottle where he proceeded with trembling hand to fill the glasses. The only sound for some moments was a nervous tink-tinking of bottle neck against glass as flustered, distracted Shaun attempted to pour the wine without spilling any.

Nicola sat on the bed by Leanne and crossed her legs. Darren eased awkwardly into an upholstered high-backed chair facing the girls and Shaun, with greatest care, passed over to each a well-filled glass of wine before sinking into a second, identical seat where he clutched his own drink with a none too steady hand. A nervous silence ensued as Darren and Shaun tried without success not to stare too hard at the girls. Nicola and Leanne glanced at one another with knowing smiles. Nicola uncrossed and recrossed her legs with a serpent swish of nylon against nylon. Darren gulped too much wine and with considerable effort, managed to hold back a choking cough. Drinking the wine was an excuse to say little and as Darren and Shaun could think of nothing meaningful to say, they continued to drink.

Leanne swung from the bed to sit by Nicola and, eyeing Shaun directly, crossed her legs also and wiggled her left foot toward him. Emboldened by this gesture, Darren suggested, 'Er, more wine?' He raised his empty glass, noting that the girls had not yet finished theirs. Darren arose, crossed the room and returned with both bottles, the second now minus its screw cap, then he refilled the glasses.

Shaun drank and at last spoke. 'You two - you look incredible,' he offered.

'Thought you'd never notice,' responded Nicola, crossing and uncrossing her legs once more in an act of sensual provocation.

'Isn't like last time, is it, said Leanne. You seduced us, didn't you? You got us to play strip poker with a forfeit that we never got around to because you were both too impatient - which as it happened was just as well under the circumstances.'

'Yes, they never got around to the forfeit, did they,' cooed Leanne to Nicola, 'but they're nothing like as impatient right now are they, after all the trouble we've taken to make things easier.'

'Quite so,' agreed Nicola.

Darren poured from the second bottle what little wine was left. Shaun reached down to the satchel and lifted out a pack of playing cards. 'We brought these again - just in case.'

'Yes,' answered Leanne. 'We very conveniently lost, didn't we? I bet those cards were fixed. And if you'd held back longer maybe we'd have heard those two nuns close the front door and got ourselves dressed in time. Anyway, who needs those cards now?'

'No, but we still have those forfeits,' grinned Shaun, reaching once more into the hidden depths of the satchel.

'Brilliant!' enthused Darren, adjusting his position in the chair to alleviate the discomfort of a burgeoning erection. 'I've pictured this ever since. Haven't I just!'

'Ooooh - a forfeit!' cried Leanne. 'Let's see it.'

'Oh, god!' exclaimed Nicola as both saw what was withdrawn from the satchel. Light glinted from bright steel. The handcuffs click, click, clicked as they swung from his fingers.

'No!' cried Leanne, rising from the bed. 'You're not putting those things on me! I'd be thinking what might have happened last time.'

Nicola also arose, squeezed Leanne's arm and began to laugh, saying, 'Oh, come on, it won't. We've had a go at bondage games often enough as well as - well, never mind.' She turned to Shaun adding, 'As long as you have the keys.'

'Of course we have the keys,' he grinned, reaching to produce a pair of small gleaming objects. 'They're identical,' he added, rising to cross the room where he placed both keys on the mantelpiece next to the empty wine bottles. Darren and Shaun stood facing the girls, Shaun letting the handcuffs down onto the bed as he slipped arms about Leanne who, oozing sensuality, responded with a kiss that passed through him like the touch of a tuning fork. Nicola likewise engaged with Darren until both pairs were locked in lustful embrace, kissing passionately, parting only for as long as was needed for Darren to lift and pull off her negligee, push hers arms behind her back then slip a pair of bracelets about her wrists with a heart-quickening click-click-click of the ratchets. Leanne, for several seconds reluctant, removed her own negligee, turned and allowed Shaun to secure her arms in like manner.

Darren and Shaun stood back to assess the beguiling sight of both girls who stood with heads turned aside, arms squirming to see reflected in the dressing table mirror how helpless they were rendered. Darren and Shaun stooped to remove shoes and socks before straightening up to slip off T-shirts and unfasten trouser belts. Seconds later Darren stood in white cotton shorts, Shaun in navy blue nylon briefs. Both garments, appraised by the wide-eyed girls, bulged with straining erections, each confined only by thin material that appeared about to split.

'Can't stop them now, can we,' grinned Nicola, twisting against the handcuffs. 'What a shame.'

'You're so right, precious,' agreed Leanne, 'we can't do a thing about it. I bet they're going to take advantage of us.'

'It'll be them made helpless next time, just you see,' mused Nicola.

Both pairs resumed kissing. Darren's right hand slipped behind to hold Nicola whilst his left pushed down into her G-string, stretching the tiny garment away from her smooth flesh as his finger stroked into her already honeyed pussy. Nicola moaned hot breath against his ear. Shaun disengaged, bending to slip off Leanne's G-string, manoeuvring thin elastic over each high-heel sandal. Then off came his own briefs, releasing his ample cock to swagger proudly before her. Nicola's G-string was next to be parted from its owner as Darren, falling to his knees, deftly removed it. Where his finger had played, his tongue next entered the intimate sport. He pushed Nicola toward the bed until her legs encountered the mattress, at which point she fell onto her back with thighs parted to welcome him.

Shaun was seated on one of the high-backed chairs easing Leanne into position with her legs either side of his, intending to lower her onto a waiting cock. He coursed the cock head between her pussy lips then, lubricated by her excitement, pushed it against the oh-so-sensitive muscle of her anus. Leanne caught her breath, eased down then hesitated, hoping he would enter her rear passage. On many occasions the prospect of intercourse there had appealed to her greatly.

Darren slipped his hands under Nicola's stockinged thighs, parting them wider and pushing back her legs. His tongue flickered about her pussy, teasing, entering to address the clitoris and taste the nectar of her ardour.

Shaun's cock head had shifted to enter Leanne's pussy when, jerking against the handcuffs, she suddenly lifted from him. 'What was that?' she cried, switching her head aside.

'What was what?' asked frustrated Shaun.

All four became statue still.

'Outside!' exclaimed Leanne, backing away from Shaun. 'I heard a car. Quickly, someone look out the window!'

Darren leapt to his feet, stepped to the curtain and shifted it aside far enough to peer out. 'There's a car on the drive,' he announced. 'The interior light just went on. There's a man and a woman in it.'

'Shit!' cried Nicola, 'They're back!'

'Oh, no!' responded wide-eyed Leanne. 'But they never phoned us and it's still Saturday!'

The two men were not listening. Both had scrambled for their clothes, both were stuffing socks and underwear into Shaun's satchel then hurriedly pulling on trousers and shoes in the manner of an old style speeded-up movie.

'Undo us!' yelled Nicola. 'Quickly, please!'

They did not reply but continued in panicked haste to fasten their shoelaces. Both pulled on their T-shirts, grabbed up their coats and stumbled across to wrench open the bedroom door.

'You bastards - undo us!' screamed Leanne.

'Keys are on the mantelpiece!' blurted Darren as he and Shaun bustled onto the landing, slamming the door then fleeing along to the stairs where they bounded down to the hallway. They dashed across the lounge and were already scrambling through the window as a key was inserted into the front door lock.

'Oh, Christ!' moaned Leanne, wrenching in vain at the handcuffs. 'How do we -?'

'The keys!' exclaimed Nicola striding to the mantelpiece to see exactly where the means of release lay. 'They're on here,' she said, turning about then bending forward to reach up from behind her back with manacled wrists. But the mantelpiece was too high. 'I can't get hold of them!' she wailed. 'I swear this bloody mantelpiece is higher now than it was before.'

'Can't you get them in your mouth?' asked despairing Leanne.

'I'll try,' answered Nicola, twisting about to face the shelf, the edge of which was level with her chin. The smug old clock, its pendulum twitching hypnotically from side to side, seemed to challenge her with the inexorable passing of time. The spider hands reached ten o'clock and it commenced a mocking, ping-ping-ping as she attempted with her chin to edge the keys close enough to grip one of them with her teeth. 'Oh, please - please hurry!' wailed Leanne, shaking her manacled wrists and tormented by what seemed an eternity of frustration. Nicola at last managed to fasten onto a key. She stepped back, almost stumbled and with a sharp cry let the key escape from her mouth where it fell spinning to the floor. She dropped awkwardly to her knees, bending low, her face brushing the musty carpet to regain a grip on the key.

There was a knock on the door. As starkly unwelcome a knock as they could have imagined as Nicola raised her head and stared at the door in mute alarm. A man's voice called, 'Open up, we have to talk to you!' To Nicola and Leanne the voice was a drum roll of doom.

Nicola struggled to her feet. Both girls remained statue-still. The key remained on the carpet.

Then a woman's voice. More urgent. 'Open this door now or we're coming through!'

Nicola and Leanne, wearing nothing other than seamed stockings and high-heels gazed at each other in open-mouthed horror. The handle turned. The door opened wide. Two pairs of eyes stared for eternal seconds in surprise, a surprise that gradually mutated to one of amusement.

'Well, what a feast we have here!' The words were those of dapper, smart-suited Damian, a slim, dark-haired man of some thirty years.

Hannah, in her mid-twenties, a slim and attractive, sharp-eyed, woman with long fair hair clipped back at each side, wore a two-piece maroon business suit with short, tight skirt. 'Look!' she exclaimed, 'the little bitches are wearing handcuffs. How very convenient.'

'We were only - we were having a bit of fun between ourselves, that's all,' offered Nicola.

'Fun between yourselves was it,' countered Damian. 'I suppose that's why I can see are four glasses and two empty wine bottles on the mantelpiece.'

'Please just - just go away! Please!' begged Leanne.

'The lounge widow was wide open,' declared Hannah, 'and there is fresh grass on the carpet.'

'It would appear you've had visitors,' added Damian, stepping further into the room, 'and it looks as if they managed to get out of the house just as we arrived. This is the second time you have been caught misbehaving! If it gets about what's been going on both your father's positions in the church will be ruined. Yours,' he declared, addressing Nicola, 'is due to be sworn in as treasurer of the Saint Roderick Trust this week. And yours,' he added, addressing Leanne, 'is about to be ordained a bishop.'

Nicola and Leanne retreated to the other side of the bed. Hannah joined Damian and looked around the room. 'Ah, there's a key on the mantelpiece and another in front of the fireplace,' she said. With that she moved to collect up both keys, placing them into the pocket of her suit, much to the consternation of the unfortunate two wearing the handcuffs.

'Please,' repeated Leanne, 'leave the keys with us and go away.'

Damian stared into Hannah's eyes. A discreet message passed between them.

'Why don't we put our things away then take a shower,' suggested Damian. 'It's been a long journey; we could do with a diversion.'

'What a good idea,' agreed Hannah.

Both looked at bewildered Nicola and mouth-wide Leanne then turned to leave the room.

'The keys!' cried Nicola.

'Later,' smiled Hannah, pulling shut the door.

Nicola and Leanne were silent for a while, both peering at manacled wrists reflected in the mirror, each knowing escape was impossible. At last Leanne spoke. 'They're going to do something to us, aren't they, sweetie? I hope I don't get palpitations.'

'Do something? Wouldn't surprise me in the least, dearest, the way he looks at us.'

'What about her,' responded Leanne as the mantel clock chimed ten-thirty. 'I think she fancies us as much as he does; haven't you noticed?'

'More you, dear one,' said Nicola. 'I've noticed it; she positively undresses you - though it won't be necessary this time around.'

'Oh, god!' gasped Leanne, 'what are you saying? I'm already teetering on the edge!'

'I think you can guess what I mean,' she replied, 'so stop teetering.'

They sat in silence, each with an occasional nervous glance at the other. When the mantel clock showed ten to eleven their attention was drawn to the door by a click of the latch. They stood up and turned with knees pressed against a bed they hoped would prove as effective as the Berlin Wall had once been. The door swung in to reveal Damian and Hannah, the latter with her hair unclipped to fall freely, wantonly, about her shoulders. Each wore a white cotton bathrobe. Hannah produced the handcuff keys and placed these next to the clock, saying, 'There we are, all yours - or they will be when you've earned your freedom.' Both stepped to the end of the bed.

'Wh-what d'you mean,' stammered anxious Leanne. Nicola remained silent. She had already noted a developing protrusion of Damian's bathrobe below the waist, its source revealed as he slipped off the garment. Widely smiling Hannah let fall hers and both stood naked, or in slim and curvaceous Hannah's case, almost so. Glamorous Hannah wore black lace suspender belt, black micro-net stockings and strappy sandals poised upon formidable stiletto heels. Leanne squeezed her eyes shut for uncounted seconds, hoping that when she opened them the cause of their trepidation would be gone. Nicola stared as Damian, his generous cock fully erect, posed arm in arm with Hannah. Both were shaved as smooth as were Nicola and Leanne, who in these dubious moments could say nothing more.

Damian advanced upon Nicola, pulled her around to the end of the bed and positioned her before one of the chairs. Hannah stepped over to visibly quivering Leanne and manoeuvred her to stand, before the other chair. 'Make us happy, dears,' said Hannah, 'and your freedom is assured.'

'Absolutely,' agreed Damian as each sat in one of the chairs: Damian before Nicola, Hannah before Leanne. Hannah parted her legs, smiled and wagged a finger toward the floor. Damian took his cock in one hand whilst gesturing for Nicola to kneel in front of him.