Pixie Pt. 04 Ch. 04: Sinn Wins

The contrast between the relative decorum of the dining room, and the sweaty depravity of the basement hit us the moment we went through the door, having first left our phones with the Receptionist.

As my eyes adjusted to the gloom, I could see two women on leashes, being led around. They seemed, on a closer look, to be attired only in a collar and a skimpy thong. Emm's eyes had clearly adjusted more quickly, as she was pointing out to Lady Sonia that there was a woman on her knees in the corner having treats thrown at her.

Sarah winked at me. Monica seemed to have disappeared and Angie with her. I could see Lady Sonia staring intently where Emm had indicated; if her tongue stuck out much more, she could have licked Emm's ass without bending. She was hooked.

A waitress with what seemed to be an unfeasibly short skirt and a very tight top showed us to a table where Lady Sonia, looking now to play Lady Bountiful, ordered three bottles of champagne at a price which would have relieved the debt of a small third-world country. Emm made great play of Lady Sonia's generosity.

'The next three are on me, your Ladyship. Oh my goodness, do you see that?'

What Emm was pointing at was a tall blonde woman leading a shorter, older woman on a leash. The woman on the leash was clad only in a pair of red silk knickers which I would have known anywhere; it was Monica.

Angie had slipped into a pair of six-inch stilettoes, and exchanged her dress for a short skirt which showed her stocking tops, and a bustier.

'Hi, my darlings,' she drawled, in a voice like molasses in summer time, thick and treacly, 'Miss Sinn is in!'

'Ma'am,' Monica said to me, bowing so that her small but perfectly formed tits jiggled nicely.

I handed her a glass of champagne, which she drank squatting on the floor next to Angie, who was holding her leash.

'Lady Sonia,' Angie said, invading her personal space nicely, 'would you like my bitch to say thank you for your generosity?'

Emm had been touching Lady Sonia's breasts for about five minutes, certainly enough time to get inside her dress and caress her nipples; I could hear little moaning noises.

Lady Sonia nodded, at which point Monica moved between her thighs and, asking her to lift her bottom, slid her skirt up and panties down with a smooth skill born of much experience. The same verdict applied to her cunt-lapping. With Emm still playing with her nipples, Lady Sonia relaxed to let Monica eat her cunt. I scooped up the discarded panties, depositing them in my bag.

'I want my hands on yours, you little tart,' Sarah whispered in my ear. Obligingly, I parted my legs enough to let her fit the actions to her words. She gently fingered me through my panties until, kissing her, I whispered she should stop, as things were about to get interesting.

'You know which cunt here interests me,' she giggled and, disengaging her finger, gave it to me to suck clean.

All that was positively vanilla compared to the tableaux unfolding next to us.

Angie was bending forward, which afforded a fine view of her tits, but that was not why she was doing it. She was stroking Monica's arse, which she had bared, lowering the red silk knickers to her knees; it looked like she was rimming her arsehole. But it was hard to tell, as Monica was firmly embedded between Lady Sonia's thighs - at least as far as one could tell given the fact that Emm had her tits out and was sucking her right nipple. Angie's other hand had found its way through what passed for Emm's dress, and was busy fingering Emm's clit. Bosch himself could not have painted a better picture of depravity in action.

'Sorry to interrupt you girls, but is one of you Lady Sonia?'

Annie had perfected her look. She was wearing a pink wig with a tight white tank top, her arms covered in tattoos, and a very short black leather skirt and torn stockings.

'It's you, isn't it?' she snarled at her Ladyship, who was on the edge, what between Monica's tongue and Emm's lips.

'Get up, bitch, I'm Gaynor.'

Quite at what point Angie slipped the collar onto her was unclear, but Annie had the leash and used it to make Lady Sonia stand, exposing her bare arse and trimmed cunt. Monica looked up, a kitten deprived of her treat, but Emm quickly filled that gap, or rather Mons filled hers. As Emm had unbuttoned her blouse, her Ladyship's tits were also on view.

'Come and have your arse beaten, bitch, on the floor, crawl,' Annie snarled in a rough voice.

We watched as Lady Sonia's arse disappeared, following Annie. Angie pulled Mons off Emm and took her in the same direction.

'I'm confused,' said Emm, 'I thought this was a sex club, and I ordered sex.'

'If you follow them, darling,' I told her, 'you will find plenty.'

She needed no second invitation; in any case, the champagne was gone.

By the time Sarah and I reached the Dungeon Room, Annie had a naked Lady Sonia fastened to a St Andrew's Cross, facing Monica, who had been tied by Angie to a chain in the ceiling.

Annie was whipping Lady Sonia's tits with the same abandon Angie was using on Mons, and soon both sets were marked with red stripes.

'Want,' was all Emm said.

I whispered into her ear, and she went to the cubicle in the corner.

'We should sit down darling,' I said to Sarah, who was watching with fascination as the St Andrew's Cross was pushed closer to where Mons was suspended. Angie seemed to be hoisting Mons onto her tiptoes, to the great delight of the latter.

Then Emm emerged from her cubicle, wearing only a broad grin and a thick black feeldoe.

'Behind Mons, now bitch,' Angie barked out, 'do it!'

Emm complied, positioning the bulbous head of her girlcock at the tip of Monica's asshole. Mons groaned loudly.

Lady Sonia did the same as Annie parted her cunt lips and thrust the head of a dildo into them.

'My God,' Sarah whispered, 'that's a whopper.'

'It's a double headed one, darling, and you can guess where the other end is going.'

And even if she hadn't guessed the answer to my words, Angie was already grasping the other head and thrusting it into a Monica who seemed headed for deep subspace.

The electric pulley was activated.

This first lowered Monica onto Emm's feeldoe, spearing her arse and making her groan, and then, as Emm pushed, raised her just enough to make the double dildo fuck Sonia's cunt.

Annie made Sonia gasp and moan by attaching nipple clamps to her teats; tears came to her eyes, but she was so enjoying the sensations from her cunt that they cancelled out everything else.

Angie did the same to Monica, and then attached the two sets of chains, so that when Monica was jerked up and down, their nipples were pulled. The more Emm buggered Mons, the more Mons fucked Sonia, and the more that happened, the more Sonia jerked and pulled the chains, which, of course, excited Emm, who thrust deeper into Monica's arse.

It was, Sarah commented, a shame that the whole scene could not be captured on film as a perfect example of economical depravity. One small jerk of the pulley and away the whole thing went, a sort of sexual perpetual motion.

'Oh,' I whispered, 'but it is being captured. Monica's dog collar contains a miniature camera, and every move Sonia makes is being filmed.'

With Annie laying into Sonia's arse and back with a cat o'nine tails, Emm fucking Monica's arse, and the two sluts fucking each other, the dungeon reeked of cunt juice.

Angie, secure that the pulley was operating as she wished, got behind Emm and, parting her ass cheeks, began to thrust into her, making Emm push into Monica harder, which made her fuck Sonia more deeply.

'Are you my bitch, Sonia, sorry, your fucking Ladyship?'

As Annie snarled the humiliating words, Sonia nodded:

'Yes Miss Gaynor, yes, I am just a filthy depraved bitch, a fuck slut for use by common girls like you.'

'Yes, you fucking bitch, look at you now, not so high and fucking mighty.'

At that point, Lady Sonia and Monica came simultaneously.

Sonia so lost it that in addition to her orgasm, she pissed herself, but as Emm did so as she came, she was not alone in the extreme reaction.

Angie pulled out of Emm, forcing her to the floor and making her clean her strap-on, which gave the ever-active Emm the chance to grab her pussy and work it until she came. The two blondes fell together in what looked like a snow storm of erotic arousal.

Annie, still posing as Gaynor, released Sonia's aching nipples, causing her to scream as the blood flowed back into them. As she was untied, she sank to the floor, ending by kneeling in her own pee. Annie thrust her face down into it.

'Lick up your piss you messy bitch, there are no fucking servants here to clean up your shit.'

With that, Annie forced Lady Sonia to clean up her own piss.

As she did so, Annie slipped on her own strap-on and began to bugger her Ladyship, to the delight of the latter. Monica, still hanging limply from the ceiling, shouted encouragement:

'Bugger the bitch, Miss Gaynor.'

Blowing her a kiss, Annie proceeded to do that, pushing Lady Sonia into her own piss and taking her arse until she shuddered and came again.

Looking over to Emm and Angie, I saw they were equally busy. Emm's legs were splayed open, and Angie was pushing them back onto her tits as she drove in deep and fast and hard.

'Who would you rather be, my little slut, Emm or Sonia?' Sarah whispered.

'Yours,' I whispered.

'Right answer,' Sarah said, kissing me.

Angie cut such an erotic sight as she stood there, Emm on her knees licking her girlcock clean. Her magnificent tits had shaken free from the bustier, and in those panties, her arse resembled two hard-boiled eggs in an inadequate piece of muslin. Her skin shone with the sweat, and she looked triumphant.

With Lady Sonia having yet another orgasm as Annie buggered her, Angie was smiling. Monica's camera was capturing every moment of her ladyship's pleasure. With a sharp smack on her arse, Angie loosened Monica's bonds, letting her sink to the floor. She seized the opportunity to fuck her doggy-style while she ate Emm to a shuddering climax. As she explained later, just because we had all the evidence we needed on Lady Sonia was no reason to forego further pleasure. Only when all passion was spent did the evening end - and that was the early hours of the morning.

Annie collected her fee from Lady Sonia once the latter had dressed, mystified as to what had become of her panties.

'I hope I can book you again?'

Annie handed her a card. Well, as she pointed out, there was no harm with a bit of private enterprise.

Her ladyship staggered off, exhausted, in a black cab. Angie and Mons took an Uber back to their place, while Sarah booked one for us. But by the time we reached home, I was knickerless and ready for the fucking I received.

It was late morning before I got to the office. Sarah, having restrained herself at the Club, did not do so once we got home, and it took four orgasms before she was satiated. It would have been nice to have had one myself, but by six o'clock, she thought we needed some sleep.

'Where have you been?'

Angie smiled, 'I guess I know the answer to that.'

I blushed.

Angie said she'd waited for me to be there before telephoning Lady Sonia. She adopted a very convincing English accent.

'I assume, Lady Sonia, that you have the video I sent you?'

'Who is this?'

Her ladyship's attempt to sound in control faltered when Angie replied, 'Your worst nightmare unless you do as I want.'

'Which is?'

'Good girl,' Angie responded. 'You will not release the material on Sir David's wife to the media. If you do, the video you have seen will go straight to the same sources. You will not demand any money, and you will send all material you have to Sir David. Any failure to comply will see your reputation destroyed. Do you understand, bitch?'

'Is that all?'

'No, you will also pay the fee I mentioned in my email. In return, you will get the services, for a price, of your escort last night.'

Lady Sonia almost sobbed with relief.

'Is that all?'

'Well, that, and a regular date at the Club whenever we tell you.'

Angie laughed when she put the phone down.

'Sinn rules,' she declared, triumphantly.

Sir David was delighted when we told him the news, although we may have failed to have told him precisely how we got her assent. It would not, after all, have done to have shared Lady Sonia's deviant tastes too widely. Our main Funder was, however, given a copy, which she used to good effect.

'I am delighted,' Sir David said, 'and will recommend you to any friends who have delicate problems. You have been perfect.'

Angie was delighted, and treated Mons to a new lead. Annie was pleased with the extra business. Back in the Crimea with Ekaterina, Emm enjoyed her copy of the video and offered to help any time we had need of her. And me? Well, by the time I got home, Sarah was more than ready to see which of the Dungeon practices I might enjoy.