Pixie Pt. 03 Ch. 08: Nasty Nesta

At the station we were met by a chauffeuse with a card saying 'Emm and Angie', so there was no doubt about who she was waiting for. She eyed Angie up, as Angie stared at her; this was going to be fun.

Angie and Emm held hands in the car. They quite clearly wanted to devour each other, and I felt as out of place as the shy one at some orgy.

We swept into the drive of an Edwardian manor house, and from thence were shown into the hall, where we were invited into the lounge by a maid; you could tell she was a maid, something about the obscenely short skirt and the tits thrust out of the sexy maid's outfit. Over by the fireplace stood a blonde woman of middle height. By her aura of authority, we knew who she was before she spoke.

'I am Mistress Nesta,' she said, her voice surprisingly deep. Her perfectly cut two-piece suit, with its shortish skirt and fitted jacket, showed off her peachy ass, shapely legs and firm bust. She exuded wealth and power.

'I am Slave Angie,' said Angie, falling to her knees, where Emm already was, crawling to Nesta and kissing her shoes.

'I am Slave Slut Emm,' she said, her head on the floor next to Nesta's expensively shod feet.

'Well, my, aren't you two the perfect sluts. And who are you?' That last was directed at me.

'I'm Pixie, I'm their lawyer, just in case any papers need signing, ignore me otherwise.'

'Well you're the cutest little thing, so I may well not ignore you. Now, ladies,' she said, I want you down in the basement dungeon as soon as you have showered. If you go to your rooms, you will find all you need.'

With that, she exited, leaving Angie and Emm to get up.

I could see from their body language that they were aroused. I do not think I have ever seen anyone get upstairs faster.

The bedrooms were enormous, and we seemed to be sharing one giant one. The screen on the wall flashed into life and a voice said:

'Strip, ladies, your attendants will be here shortly."

I think I could have watched Emm and Angie strip as a hobby.

Emm's body never failed to turn me on. Five foot seven of blonde sex goddess, her pert, 36c breasts were so firm they needed no bra, and her ass, kept in shape by working out and daily swimming, as tight, firm and luscious, while her body, lasered smooth as it was, looked like a model for a Greek statue of Venus. However many times I saw that body, I never stopped marvelling. No wonder other women lost their heads over her.

I'd have hated to have been nude with her, the comparison would have been ludicrous. But it was not so with Angie. Slightly older, her breasts were also firm, and if I was any judge (which I am) she was the same size as Emm. Her blonde hair tied in a pony-tail, and her clothes off, she seemed to me the only woman who could stand comparison with Emm. But where Emm exuded an almost innocent sense of sexy fun, Angie exuded kinky, but classy, sex-appeal.

The door opened, and two tall blonde women entered, wearing, well, to tell the truth, not a great deal beyond a bikini which hid nothing very much, but tended rather to emphasis the cunt and the nipples.

'You will come with me.'

Each of them paired up with one of my friends, and led them off to the shower room.

'You may watch but not take part.'

Oh, my, her German accent was the perfect one to utter such lines.

I was so glad to have been asked in.

Each blonde went into the wet room with their chosen woman and made a thorough job of washing them.

That done, each of them was led into an adjoining room.

'That was just the initial showering, now, ladies, to ensure you are thoroughly clean.'

I soon saw what she meant.

To Emm's delight, they were both put on a couch and had enema tubes fitted. If there was any pinnacle to Emm's kinky delights pre-sex, it was the enema. Angie seemed rather to enjoy it too. I made my excuses and left. For me, if not for Emm, some things were best kept private.

It was interesting, I thought, thus far no one had shown any sign of picking up the transmitting devices, which meant, at the very least, headquarters knew our exact location. If nothing else came of our adventure, we now knew the location of the Ms. Big of the slave-trafficking organisation in southern England.

My train of thought was interrupted by the arrival back in the room of Angie and Emm. I gasped when I saw them.

Emm's nipple bars had been removed and replaced with nipple clamps, chained together and attached to the leash by which she was being led. She wore six inch heels, strapped to her feet, and nothing else. Angie was similarly 'clad.' The heels stretched their legs, emphasising their asses, which swayed as they walked.

'Bend.'

They turned and bent. Both assholes were plugged.

'Stand.'

They did. I followed as they were led from the room.

There is something about a beautiful, sexy woman on a leash which, as it were, 'does it' for me. I felt a tell-tale wetness between my thighs, and my knickers felt damp as I walked behind them.

We were all led into the dungeon.

There we were met by Mistress Nesta, now in full bondage gear - thigh boots, short, tight leather skirt, and leather bra - and brandishing a whip.

She ordered the minions to string Emm and Angie 'up by the tits.'

Both emitted groans as their chains were attached to hooks in the ceiling. They were facing each other.

'Kiss, sluts,' Mistress Nesta ordered.

In order to encourage them, she whipped Emm's back, then Angie's.

They began to kiss, their movements making the chains on their nipples move, and thus causing them pain.

Mistress Nesta whipped them both, turn and turn about, concentrating on their backs and asses. They more she whipped, the more they kissed.

As I watched them kiss and rub against each other, I had to fight the desire growing in me to touch my cunt. She ordered them to be 'cut down.'

Emm and Angie sank to their knees.

Nothing daunted, Emm crawled over to Mistress Nesta.

'May I clean your boots, Mistress?'

'My, you are a feisty one, most sluts would have needed a break.'

Emm began to lick.

Angie, who adored boot-licking, joined her.

The erotic charge of watching those two gorgeous blondes licking Nesta's boots was so powerful I thought I might actually orgasm spontaneously.

Emm and Angie began to work their way up.

Oh, my, I thought, this was carefully choreographed.

Angie was kneeling in front of her, working her way slowly with her tongue up to her knees, then to her inner thighs, and finally to between her thighs, where, gripping her clit in her practiced lips, she drew a cry of, 'oh fuck,' from her.

At the same time, Emm was mounting the same assault from behind, and to deadly effect. Her tongue really ought to have been classified as a deadly weapon, and once she reached Nesta's ass, spread it, and began tonguing it, that was the signal for the fun to begin.

Well, I thought, there was really only way to sustain Nesta through her 'ordeal,' so stepping forward, I offered to tie her arms to the chains hanging from the ceiling. She nodded her assent, gasping as she did so. Standing on a stool I did it. And so the fun began.

Angie stood up, unzipped Nesta's skirt, lowering it, and her knickers followed suite, with Angie stuffing them in her mouth. Nesta's eyes lit up, and as she moaned, her intense pleasure was obvious. It would soon increase.

Emm got behind her, spreading her ass cheeks, and she began to lick her asshole, rimming it as only Emm could, before spitting into it three times, and rubbing her spit in. Nesta's moans could be heard, even through Emm's panties.

In the meantime, Angie was attaching wicked-looking nipple clamps to Nesta's swollen teats. The wet panties did not muffle the groaning, which increased as Angie began to slap her tits.

So, I had been right, I reflected. Like so many dominatrixes, Nesta had a secret urge to submit. Well, Angie and Emm were now exploiting that to the full. Not, I would have to admit, in the Handbook, but by the looks of it, bloody effective. Emm really did need to be given the job of revising the manual - and speaking of manual.

Emm was kneading Nesta's ass as though it was made of two mounds of dough, and her tongue had disappeared up the anal passageway she had opened, and Angie was taking a bull-whip to her ass and back. Nesta's groans could he heard through the gag, and her thighs glistened, as her juices flowed. The more Angie wielded the whip, the more Nesta moaned. Mind you, that might have been Emm's tongue and its effects, of course.

Nesta seemed to have entered deep into sub space. Her eyes were glazed, the drool was dripping down onto her rather large, but clamped tits. Then Angle started on her cunt ... with her lips I am relieved to say. All the whip stuff was freaking me out, though Emm, Angie and Nesta were all enjoying themselves hugely.

Then Nesta had the most enormous orgasm. It wracked her whole body, and she came in floods. Emm lapped it all up, licking her through what turned out to be the early stages of a long, continuous orgasm. Angie ripped the wet knickers from her mouth and spat in her face. She moaned.

'Oh fuck, fuck.'

And for the next few minutes that was about all she said, apart from some inaudible mumblings. I had thought Emm the wettest girl I had ever seen when having an orgasm, but Nesta was competing well, her cunt seemed to send spasms of juice spraying ever few seconds. Angie was in seventh heaven, drinking copiously, sharing with Emm.

Time, I thought, to assert myself.

As she calmed down, I went over to her, twisted her nipples

'Okay, cunt, now would you like more of this?'

Wrecked, she looked up at me.

At that moment, Emm began to insert a needle, suitably sterilized of course, into her meaty lips,

She screamed.

She did so with the other five piercings.

'Okay, Angie, complete the equipment.'

Angie placed five pretty tungsten steel rings through the piercings, fixing each with a tiny lock. It left enough room for her to pee, but her cunt was now out of bounds, unless, of course, one had the keys.

She came again in the process, but then Emm's tongue was back up her ass. Few resisted Emm and her ass-licking.

When she calmed down, she thanked us effusively.

'Thank you Mistresses.'

'Good slut. Now I assume you want a set of keys?'

I smiled as I asked the question.

'Yes, Mistress.'

'Well, bitch, all you have to do is to give us the password to your encrypted files and you can have a set.'

She looked startled.

She gave it readily.

Emm, who was our computer whizz, got to work on the computer in the corner. She transferred all the details to our Headquarters.

'Right, bitch. If anything changes in the next day, there will be no keys for you. A set will be delivered in the morning.'

'Aren't you going to cut me down?'

'No, have fun,' Angie said.

With that, they dressed and we exited the dungeon.

The Maids looked puzzled.

'We're off, your Mistress asked not to be disturbed for the next hour.'

Well, as we had gagged her again, she wasn't going to contradict us, was she?

And that, was how the ladies from AUNTIE cracked the biggest trafficking ring in the south of England. Of course, the report of the House of Commons Select Committee omitted that part, for some reason.