“Stella, the car is here already.” Leila calls from the hallway.

Stella grunts. She is being laced into her black silk Medeq corset by her slave daughter melanie and she is standing, hands on hips, checking her makeup as well as the constriction of her already tiny waist in the floor length mirror in her bedroom.

“The worm can wait Leila, tell him to get the cases into the car..!” She shouts in return. She stands patiently as the girl passes the laces around her waist and ties them in a neat bow at the back.

“ The dress now, I think.” melanie turns and picks up from the bed the calf length scarlet leather dress for her Mother, she holds it for Stella to put her already black leather opera gloved arms into the three quarter length cuffed sleeves and then pulls it up onto her shoulders. She moves to the front and buckles the dress from the hem to the lapelled V neck where she gazes at her Mothers cleavage and can smell her warmth, Stella smoothes the fine, soft leather over her hips and buttocks, she turns to one side to admire her red patent stiletto heeled boots, the tight lacing shows her calves to perfection.

Her daughter kneels at her side, her work done. Her head is bowed as low as the white cowhide posture collar will allow, her cuffed wrists sit in the cleft between her thighs, she is naked but for her white leather training corset.

Stella leaves the room and walks down the stairs, slightly turned to one side as dictated by the tightness of her skirt, she feels the red silk lining rasping over the silk of her stockings.

At the door Ingrid in a black leather skirt above Cuban heeled jackboots and black silk uniform blouse is preparing the doll for her journey. The tiny girl is dressed in a simple blue rubberised silk dress with a bouffant skirt formed by petticoats in layers of starched net and taffeta which accentuates her gamine youth, her shaven scalp is hidden beneath a platinum blonde long haired wig which is cut very long, the near white hair brushed behind her and falling to below her shoulders. To accentuate this youthful look she has a small dark blue rubber bow set in an Alice band which keeps the hair drawn back from her face. She is wearing the palest pink lipstick and a very light eye makeup, she is or rather was enough of a beauty not to need too much artifice. However the requirements of her new owner were that she should be starved – he likes to see the bones of his victims beneath their flesh - and this has meant that her young face has taken on an older appearance, her cheekbones very prominent, and her jaw now uncovered with soft flesh and more angular. Beneath the skirts she is wearing a rigid corset to which her black latex stockings are attached, on her feet simple green court five inch stiletto heeled shoes. The older woman behind her holds up her slithering, navy blue rubberised cotton raincoat, the girl slips her latex gloved arms down the sleeves and pulls the sides forward for herself.

“ Hands in the pockets now cunt. “ Ingrid’s command is obeyed immediately and the older woman kneels and fumbles for the snaps of the left wrist cuff which she now attaches to a thigh strap beneath the dress through its own false pocket. She lifts a green shoulder bag from the hall stand and loops it over the girls arm and then repeats the process on the right hand side.

Stella watches.

“ Now little one, is doll ready to meet its owner?” The girl nods once her eyes shining and the lips of her small rosebud mouth very full.

“ Doll may speak. “

“ Yes Mistress, doll is ready.” The girl whispers, Stella leans forward and strokes at her cheek with the back of her hand, the girl’s eyes glisten in emotion at the gesture.

Ingrid now intercedes to button the mac closed at the front and belt it tightly. She lifts the hood and then pulls the storm flap over the lower half of the girl’s face.

Stella nods.

“ Very good my strong girl. You have done well.” Ingrid blushes, in the last months she too has fallen in love with Stella and such praise makes the brutal bitch glow. She grips the girls arm and then begins to tug all the clothing into place, smiling.

Stella reaches for her own ankle length black leather coat and shrugs into it whilst Ingrid buttons the front of her  clack leather coat.

“ Ready?” Stella smiles, Ingrid nods.

Stella waits until Ingrid opens the door and then sways through. At the bottom of the steps to the house the black Humber Hawk is idling, steam rising from the exhaust pipe. When the house door opens the driver, a fat man wearing a tightly belted SBR, clumsily struggles from behind the wheel. Stella’s heels clack down the steps and she looks straight ahead, confident that the front passenger door will be opened for her which it is by the half crouched grovelling  pig.

Ingrid follows with the girl and they sit in the back, settling whilst their driver hurries back behind the wheel.

Stella settles herself, then reaches over to the driver’s crutch, presses her hand through the front of the reeking black rubber and grips at his prick which she finds beneath, rubbing the tip with her thumb.

“ I am not sure you can concentrate adequately scum if this is getting in your way.” She smiles.

“ I am sorry Mistress, your supreme presence........” Stella halts his pathetic bleating by gripping the shaft as hard as she can and twisting the flesh. He mews in pain and throws his head back, eyes shut. Ingrid leans forward over his seat and grips his throat in her strong hands choking him. He lifts in the seat, red faced and Stella aims a punch with her other hand at his balls then with a nod to Ingrid she releases him.

He is coughing and groaning in agony doubled over.

“ Get out and masturbate over the bonnet, we want none of that filth in here.”

He hurries to obey.

“ Close the door you slime!” Stella calls and he turns with his prick already poking through between two buttons of the SBR and follows the order, then stands at the front of the car eyes downcast and pulls at his raw little prick urgently, his mouth gaping. Within less than half a minute a thin stream erupts onto the hot metal of the bonnet and a thin wisp of steam drifts upwards, Stella beckons the driver to get back in and he sits next to her again, red faced with a speckle of dribble on his chin.

“ Thank you Mistress.” He whispers.

“ Far better to get rid of that nasty slime, it rions a pig’s concentration. I shall ring your lovely wife and explain what the stains on the paintwork are. She is not as amused by your subscum nature as I, will she be pleased?“ He squirms in his seat ”Now to Barnes, slowly and safely we have a precious little package with us.” She leans round in the seat and smiles at the young slave. Ingrid has her arm around the bony shoulders and kisses the side of the girl’s hood.

The day is wet and blustery and the pedestrians they pass are struggling with umbrellas and keeping their eyes to the wet leaf covered pavements. However the driver is practised and the ride is smooth and within an hour he is ringing for entry at the gate of their destination. The thick wooden doors open automatically and he guides the Humber up the drive.

“ Take the cases to the door pig!” Stella orders the driver with the sweetest of smiles then checks her appearance in the sun visor mirror and after repairing her makeup briefly, she opens the  car door and walks to the house.

It is an uncompromisingly modernist building in the style of Mies Van De Rohe to which the other residents of the area in their solidly Victorian villas objected vociferously. By dint of the judicious use of his money and the employment of the best team of lawyers available he managed to get his plans through whilst

“ Having  to agree “ to a very high wall around the grounds and extensive plantings of trees to hide the building from the outside view, a perfect solution for him if it be known. His immediate neighbours shun him as a vandal and he has become as isolated from the world within an urban environment as one can be, a situation which suits his need for privacy perfectly.

Stella is approaching the door when it is opened by a tall, thin woman wearing a floor length black latex dress with long sleeves and a high collar beneath a long white latex apron. Her blonde hair is set in an elaborate lacquered style and her face is heavily made up.

“ Gloria!” Stella smiles.

The woman returns the greeting.

“ Stella Petrak, it has been too long my dear.” Her voice is deep with a rich American accent, as Stella nears her she opens her arms and she embraces the smaller woman fondly before they kiss with some intimacy. Stella’s embrace lingers and she opens her mouth wider and her tongue slips into the wetness and warmth of Gloria’s whose hand reaches up to cup Stella’s neck and holds her still. She rubs her breasts against the smaller woman and presses her mons forward.

Stella disengages.

“ Easy my dear, there will be plenty of time for that later I am sure.” The driver is standing transfixed by the sight of the two women, licking his thin lips. Stella turns.

“ Gloria, this is Ingrid my assistant and of course the new little toy for Volkmann.”

Ingrid looks into the American’s eyes and they both smile, perhaps in recognition of a mutual character. The girl stands still, one arm gripped tightly in Ingrid’s hand.

“ Come in, please. Volkmann is in his study and I have some work to do with Mrs Volkmann.”

They file into the house and into a hallway dominated by an open staircase to the first floor. The interior is sparse, polished wooden floors and white walls with minimal decoration, uncompromisingly modernist.

Stella shrugs out of her calf length leather coat and is pleased to smell the scent of Gloria behind her and a warm breath on her ear and then a tiny peck of affection on her cheek as the taller woman takes it from her.

“ Thank you Gloria.” She says and as she turns she grips at her forearm and squeezes it, Gloria blushes.

Ingrid is watching, unsure of whether she feels simply a growing arousal or jealousy for the affections of her employer. She has seen enough of Stella to know that she will take sexual pleasure from anyone, she has seen Stella fuck Leila her sister in law, been there to beat the woman whilst Stella makes her screams redouble with her mouth at her cunt. She has even seen her use a male slave for her amusement, riding him with no thought for his pleasure or even humanity. This woman Gloria is similar to herself in many ways, tall, well built and lesbian and with a hint of callousness that she is intrigued by........................Ingrid wants her and if Stella is part of it all the better.

Meanwhile she removes the slave’s coat and bag, merely window dressing in case they had been exposed to public gaze by an accident, cuffs her wrists together at her waist and then grips her elbows behind her and repeats the process. This has the effect of making the doll arch its back and stick out its vestigial bosom as well as making it helpless. Finished she removes her own coat and Gloria takes that too, they both hold eye contact as she does so and almost simultaneously smile.

The attraction and sexual hunger is obviously mutual.

The driver is standing watching and Ingrid walks to him and almost negligently knees him viciously in the crutch, retching he falls forward. Gloria giggles.

“ Perhaps not too much Ingrid, though I agree the worm was staring improperly.” She walks over to the bent figure and kicks at his leg.

“ Get up you pig!” She slaps at his head as he rises.

“ Do you expect Mistress to carry the bags, you still have work to do!”

Groaning he rises.

“ Yes Mistress.”

He grips the handles of the two large suitcases they have brought with them.

“ Excuse me a second Stella, I will get these in your rooms and then see you more comfortable, you remember the lounge? Perhaps Ingrid would help me?”

Stella nods, a faint smile playing at her lips she is well aware that these two bitches want to sound each other out.

Gloria links her arm with Ingrid who is shown to be wearing a simple sleeveless black rubber knee length shift dress and they ascend the stairs with the pathetic sub male scum following, obviously struggling with his load.

Stella leads the doll down the corridor and into the huge lounge one wall of which is glass looking back into the small garden. On the walls are two or three abstract expressionist paintings whose colour accentuates the monochrome nature of the furnishings. Chairs and sofas in stainless steel and black leather, a large black carpet set in the centre of the floor surmounted by a glass coffee table, two or three bookcases and a drinks cabinet next to a large television and hi fi system with reel to reel tape recorder.

Stella stands hands on hips but with a finger indicates to the slave that it should kneel which it does, the bouffant skirt billowing around it.

From above they hear another scream and laughter, obviously Gloria is tormenting the driver and Ingrid is assisting.

This is of course the truth. Stella’s case has been placed in a large guest bedroom with a huge red satin sheeted bed flanked by tables whose tops feature a riding crop and ball gags, Volkmann knows his guest well, the two women have now moved on.

“ Master thought that we might sleep together Ingrid.” Gloria is showing her companion her own room, furnished as severely as the rooms downstairs but with some personal touches, a dressing table covered in makeup, potions, creams and powders, a radio, a television and an en suite bathroom. On the cotton sheeted bed there is an incongruous teddy bear laid at the pillow which Ingrid picks up.

“ That is my little Kirste , my night comforter.” Says Gloria languidly and with a simpering attempt at a little girl smile.

“ But I am sure I won’t need that comfort tonight............” She runs her fingers down the defined muscles on Ingrid’s arm.

The driver is kneeling and Ingrid has pulled his rigid penis through the handle of one of the cases and is pressing it flat on to the case with the sole of her stiletto heeled shoe, the pathetic excuse for a male is squealing.

“ Master must be thanked for his thought Gloria....................I think that is enough eh worm? The slime enjoys it after all and it should be gone by now. Can it find it’s own way out?” She speaks as if to a child and the man nods vigorously gripping at his tormented manhood.

“ Then fuck off little man.” She kicks at his departing backside and connects satisfyingly well. She turns and  sits on the bedside as he leaves, limping.

“ Have you a little time my dear?” She smiles up at the American woman who checks a watch suspended from her very ample conically breasted bosom.

“ Darling I am afraid it will have to wait, I have to get Mrs V prepared, you can help if you wish...........”

She takes Ingrid’s hand in her own and leads her from the room down the broad corridor and into a large windowless room, the walls and floor of which are tiled in white. In the centre is a  mattress covered in black latex and laying on it a thin woman in a black rubber cat suit which covers her whole body and head. She is face down and from her anus snake two broad red rubber tubes connected to a wall faucet fitting, her arms and body are moving and writhing and it is obvious she is in some discomfort, small muffled grunts can be heard from the thick rubber hood over her head, Ingrid smiles.

“ Volkmann insists that she be thoroughly cleaned out twice a day but he determined that she be treble cleansed for your visit.” Gloria clicks on her heels to regulate the flow of warm soapy water into the lower colon,  a moan erupts from the small figure beneath.

“ Come on little maggot, we must have you clean for Master mustn’t we?” She coos to the suffering woman then turns to Ingrid.

“ He only uses her arse now, says her cunt is no longer tight enough which is hardly surprising after all the things he has done to it, he is SUCH a sadist.” There is admiration in her voice and a little awe.

“ You don’t secure her?” Ingrid steps closer.

“ No need, she is lame. The legs are paralysed, she cannot walk and her arms are far too weak to assist her from leaving even if she did want to. “

“ An accident?”

Gloria is kneeling and pressing at the woman’s stomach, smiling.

“ Good maggot.................take it all.......”

“ You might say that, he was using a bullwhip on her and.....................he became too excited. She was unconscious but he continued and only later discovered the damage he had done. He kept her though.”

Ingrid begins to see the full depths of the depravity in this house, she is dribbling from her cunt as she watches the enema tubing removed and Gloria lifts the little black doll, carries her to the toilet in the corner and positions her to void the last of the invasive liquid. She pats the faceless head as a thin stream erupts from the anus, odourless and clean. The woman holds on to her tormentor resting her head on her stomach and Gloria in return strokes at the featureless face.

“ Feel her.” Gloria urges and squatting by the little woman Ingrid presses her fingers into the woman’s cunt.

The labia are very distended and pierced by thick steel rings, they are slippery with arousal.

“ That’s why he keeps her, she is a masochist whose need for objectification and abuse is almost as strong as his enjoyment of her pain.” She laughs.

Ingrid watches as Gloria takes another hose and begins to force a jet of cold water over the puckered anus and cunt, the figure jerks repeatedly.

“ She is cumming, the dirty little bitch! He had her clitoris hood cut to ensure the flesh is always poking through and being stimulated, you would think she would have become desensitised after six years but no.........”

Muffled cries are rhythmically displaying the object’s arousal and finally it judders, straightens its body and screams beneath the heavy black rubber. It drops it’s head again on to Gloria’s body.

Gloria turns off the water and then lifts the body into her arms again, the woman embraces her and is carried to another small bedroom two doors down with no apparent effort , there she is laid on to the red rubber sheet covered bed.

“ Is this his wife really then?” Ingrid asks.

“ Oh yes and when we are in the States she is a perfect social adjunct to his life and plays the part willingly, they have quite a cosmopolitan circle of friends, I am her nurse and very much the domestic, her society friends are all SO understanding of her condition but of course I hear their comments behind her back cripple and the rest.......... When we come to England and stay here though it all alters.”

She slides on to the top of the bed and opens her legs wide whilst lifting her slithering skirts exposing a shaven pubis and similarly pierced labia to that of Volkmann’s wife.

“ But here she can be a good slave cant you maggot?” She pulls the woman’s head to her and lifts up the lower layer of the hood to expose the mouth.

“ Now be a good cunt and give Gloria pleasure in return for all her loving care.”

The woman lowers her mouth on to Gloria’s genitals, running her small nose up and down the cleft to spread the wetness evenly and then sucking at the nub of the clitoris to make Gloria grunt, finally pushing her tongue deep into her. Ingrid is appallingly aroused and slides next to them on the bed, Gloria reaches towards her and they embrace, then kiss and remain locked, breathing into one another, tongues  slipping and sliding against each other in a ballet of lust.  The rubber of Gloria’s clothing squeaks against the satin and leather of Ingrid’s attire, Gloria reaches down to lift urgently at the hem of the leather skirt and Ingrid lifts herself from the bed to allow it to rise exposing her own cunt then the American touches, then parts Ingrid’s labia and press two fingers into her. They both grunt in passion and with one hand gripping the American woman’s neck , the other squeezing at her ample breasts Ingrid positions herself above her, breaks the kiss and looks down to see the long eyelashes fluttering as the slave wife works at her genitals and she nears orgasm.

“ Unnnhhh.” She jerks in orgasm and grips the woman between her thighs tightly, Ingrid then grips the nape of her neck even tighter, pulls her head back to expose her throat, sees the line of foundation end and the makeup smearing the collar of her dress.

She stands.

She looks down at the abandoned woman beneath her who is licking her fat lips, eyes closed in abandon and the pathetically thin slave next to her.

She places her hands on her hips, this is going to be a VERY enjoyable week!

Downstairs Stella is seated on a sofa, her legs crossed within the tight red leather skirts and smoking. At her feet the slave is kneeling, her powder blue rubberised silk dress billowed out around her, head bowed as  Stella strokes her face lightly and she gazes into the back garden and the wind whipping the bare trees into a frenzy.

“ Stella! “ The deep voice makes her turn, smile and then slowly rise.

“ Peter! I did not hear you come in, you look wonderful as always.” She looks at his face first, he is a broad shouldered, square faced man in his fifties with very short grey hair wearing a heavy black satin bathrobe with white lapels. Stella allows her gaze to fall downwards to his waist to see his prick pushing at the material.

She very slowly kneels and gazes up at him as he places his fists on his hips.

“ Stella.” His tone is harder but the volume is much lower.

She opens her arms and stretches them towards him, inviting him to her. He shakes his head, smiling.

“ Crawl. Here”

Stella make a little moue of disappointment but then makes her way to him on her knees with short shuffles, her arse swaying lasciviously the leather stretched tight over her slim buttocks and in this is the key to their relationship. She submits to him but on her own terms, he is the only man she has ever obeyed and their relationship is one of equality for the majority of the time. Now though she reaches forward to free his prick, she strokes the shaft with her kid gloved hands very lightly. She looks up to see him smiling down at her and then he steps forward and presses himself to her, Stella undoes the loose tie belt and then presses her head between the sides of the robe and begins to lick at the thick rod of flesh whilst her hands grip his buttocks and she breathes in his smell. Musk, sperm and maleness, her mouth opens to the prick head and he grunts in pleasure.

The slave remains kneeling with her head bowed but her disabled mind is aware that her Mistress, the torturer, who she loves, is submitting to another, something she has never experienced before. There is confusion and emotion within her but she allows that she will be told what to think soon enough and the whip or the cattle prod will help her remember.

Stella sucks artfully and on the prick and her nails rake the scrotum lightly, making the elephant skin surface wrinkle and twist. Volkmann grunts as he looks down at his new slave who stares at the ground fixedly listening to the sucking sounds and slurps as Stella encloses the thick pole.

Slowly and deliberately he puts a hand down to Stella’s chin and lifts it, halting her hungry mouth. He smiles and then tilts his head back to bid her to rise, she does so and he embraces her leaning forward he whispers in her ear.

“ I will have the cunt now.....................anally.” Stella smiles as she brings her fists up to hold them against his chest under her chin.

“ Yes.........” she hisses.

“ Shall I fetch the others Peter?” he nods and then sits in one of the steel and leather armchairs to look at the now shivering slave. The sound of heels on the open staircase a few minutes later signal the arrival of Ingrid and Stella, arms linked and then Gloria holding in her arms the tiny figure of Mrs Volkmann covered still in the black rubber cat suit, head totally enclosed, eyeless and mute. The tall woman looks at her Master and he indicates the floor where quite gently Gloria lowers the tiny woman to lay on the white carpet at his feet.

“ I am going to anally rape the slave, I want her to see” He smiles and Gloria and Ingrid exchange their own smiles before Gloria kneels and gently pulls off the tight rubber hood over his wife’s head whilst Stella goes to sit again by the girl.

“ Do you understand child? Master is going to fuck your arse, brutally I think.” She says in a patronisingly maternal tone. The girl nods, the long straight hair like silk on her shoulders, her chest is heaving a little.

“ Where do you want it Peter?” Stella asks.

“ On the floor where my cuntwife can be licked as I fuck it.”

The woman is blinking, her face shines with sweat, her short blonde hair is plastered to her scalp with wetness, her gaping mouth is filled with a red ball gag strapped tight over her cheeks. Gloria kneels by her and unzips her at the crotch ad presses her latex covered fingers into the place, she looks up at Volkmann.

“ She is slippery wet Sir.” She idly begins to finger fuck the woman whose head jerks back in pleasure.

Stella meanwhile is turning the slave to face the supine figure, as Gloria opens the legs of her charge Stella pushes at the back of the girl’s head to bring it down.

“ Lick slave.......................lick her and make her scream in pleasure.”

The tiny figure leans forward, her elbows on the floor and her petticoats rising into some disarray, she presses her little face to the glistening slit and the attendant steel rings. The woman moans as Gloria strokes her cheek and coos.

“ Is that good cunt?”

“ Ohhhhh yes nurse..............unnhh.........”

Stella is licking at the thick rod of maleness and rubbing her gloved hand up to the circumcised tip.

“ Ingrid open her cheeks wide.” She orders and Ingrid kneels on the other side of the girl, pushes the petticoats and rubberised silk of her skirt further away from Volkmann’s target and then leaning on her back yanks the vestigial and emaciated buttocks apart. She leans forward and spits on the puckered anus.

“ You will need lubrication even so Peter.” Says Stella looking up at him.

“ I can provide a good coating if you feel it may be of use......................” Her smile is crooked and playful, she blinks coquettishly at him.

He chuckles, a deep throaty sound and Stella looks down.

“ Certainly cunt, but not on me, on the slave.” He waits.

Stella understands, shaking her head she begins to shuck up her skirt exposing her black silk stockings, the lining of the dress hissing as she moves,  the black tabs from her black silk corset are revealed and her small but protuberant mound.

“ Very well Sir.” She turns and opens her legs wide, lowers herself gingerly on to the slave’s body.

She rubs herself, her slick cunt wetness over the girl’s arse. She pants a little but keeps her eyes on Volkmann as her excitement, her sick delight in his masculinity, her enjoyment of the very act of using her own dribbling slit to lubricate the slave’s arse makes her stream. Ingrid hisses.

“ Sssssstella!” Her employer smiles at her and reaches one of her hands to brush her cheek.

“ Enough Stella, make way girl!” She moves and now all three women and the incapable wife watch him as he lowers himself and presses his steel hard prick at the girl’s arse and then......

“ Anhhhhhhhhhh!” The slave lifts her head from the cunt she has been servicing as he impales her brutally, almost immediately several hands reach out and press her face back to its work.

“ Quiet cunt!” Stella hisses.

He is burying himself deep in the girl growling in enjoyment.

“ HURT HER “ Gloria shouts.

“ HURT HER hard Sir!” Stella smirks at Gloria and stands.

“ Quiet you American slut! Ingrid, I have a little work for you to do my big strong girl. “ She slides her hands lasciviously down her red leather covered torso and then places the kid leather of her gloves to her slit.

“ Here......................”

Volkmann is thrusting hard now and the little body jumps at every assault, she is screaming into the slippery pink wetness at her mouth. Volkmann’s wife smiles and Gloria watches her Master at work, licking her full lips, her wide mouth slightly agape. Stella takes Ingrid by the hand and leads her to one of the sofas, reclines on it and beckons the big woman to her. Ingrid embraces her and her mouth closes over Stella’s.

“ Oh God. Sir can I use your woman’s mouth please........................pleeeeeeease.”

He nods as he grinds down and twists himself in the slave.

Gloria slides herself further down until she is positioned over the woman on the floor, she lifts the heavy white rubber apron and her floor length skirts in her hands and settles on to the woman’s face, like a hen settling on to her eggs. The woman knows her place and within a second or two Gloria is smiling, the heels of her hands pressing at the base of her torpedo tits.

Volkmann’s pace is getting faster and faster, the girl’s squeals though muffled are more urgent and now develop into one long keening noise. He grips her bony hips and.................................................his sperm spurts into the crying slave, laughs and then withdraws without ceremony, his prick still tumescent with a long thin strand of spunk linking him with his victim, he stands and then walks to Gloria.

“ Make yourself useful cunt, lick me clean, then you can relax till she makes you cum.”

Hungrily Gloria opens her pillar box mouth and engulfs his now soft prick, licking and sucking to show her enthusiasm.

One of the slave’s tiny hands snakes back to reach her buttocks and burning arse, Volkmann pushes it to the floor with his foot and stamps on it being rewarded with another yelp of pain amidst the sobs.

On the sofa Stella is watching, a crooked smile on her face as Ingrid kneels at her feet between her wide spread thighs suckling at her gaping cunt.

Volkmann looks at her.

“ Satisfactory Stella, tight and the bitch is well starved. When you are ready we can complete the transaction in my office, I have a little bonus you may be interested in. “

He pulls away from Gloria.

“ Get the new toy cleaned up and properly restrained, then get my cuntwife dressed and in the chair. This bitch can help you.” He nods at Ingrid.

“ With pleasure Master.” Gloria smiles.

Stella sits now in Volkmann’s office, the scarlet leather dress open in dishabille abandon, smoking a cigarette whilst Volkmann sorts through the papers on his desk.

“ These are the account details you want and I believe that the sum you will find meets your expectations Stella.”

He pushes the papers across the desk.

Stella leans forward and picks them up, the lining of her dress hissing as she moves.

She looks up.

“ This is not the sum we agreed Peter, far too generous.”

He smiles and leans back into his chair.

“ Well there is one other little thing and I thought I might make a little down payment.”

“ Rather a large amount for just a little thing Peter......................what is this?”

“ To remove a rather inconvenient little problem for me and to legitimise the new toy. To be frank I got the idea from your adoption of the slave melanie.”

“ Peter...................” There is a warning tone in her voice.

He waves a hand.

“ Quite simple I assure you. You know that my wife has a child from her previous marriage?”

Stella nods and leans back herself, crossing her slim legs the silk rasping lasciviously.

“ She was educated in the UK and then I packed her off to finishing school in Switzerland, basically to keep her out of the way and allow me more freedom particularly when I am working in this country. It’s worked well up to now but now the little bitch has finished her education, I couldn’t stretch it any further though God knows I tried.”

Stella smirks.

“ And now..............”

“ So now she will be getting in the way and I need to find a solution.”

“ Yes Peter?”

“ She’s 18 now, pretty enough but not at all of our mind. Both schools were run by nuns and the cunt has developed a huge Christian zeal, to be frank she is a liability and the merest hint of my tastes or her mother’s abject submission would send her screaming to the local priest.”

“ Tricky I can see.” Stella stubs out her cigarette.

Volkmann stands and then approaches Stella, perches on the end of the desk, the sides of his robe falling open to reveal his prick. Stella reaches forward and idly strokes at it.

“ What is the idea?”

“ To give her to you for training and then sale and keep the other bitch and pass her off as my daughter.” He says softly.

Stella laughs.

So it is that a month later a serious faced young woman with blonde hair tied tight in a bun, wearing unfashionably dowdy clothing arrives at Dover. She would be taking the train to London but a neat little woman in her late thirties has engaged her in conversation waiting for customs and suggested a cup of tea and a slightly later train. When they walk together out of the station a black Humber Hawk draws up alongside them.