Denise

*** Chapter 14, Abduction

Miss Clearmont lay back on her large armchair to appreciate the oral massage that she was getting from her slave. A tongue moved over her ass with practised strokes and then moved to the sensitive skin between asshole and sex. Slowly the pressure increased as the lips kissed her prominent clitoris before strong licks laved the inner lips of her sex.

After a nibble of her outer pussy the tongue forced it's way into the wet dark and reached into the depths. She felt the face press against her and was soothed by the steady motion. It had been a long time since Miss Clearmont had had to order the older woman between her thighs as to her preferences. The tongue passed once again to the nub of her anus and pressed into the delicate flesh before entering that inner sanctum.

Miss Clearmont was leafing through the documents that Jim had sent her just a day ago. In them were details of accounts, shares and directorships of companies that Jake Lorde kept secret even from his wife. With a warm feeling from pussy to neck she leaned back a little to allow the slave to really penetrate her ass. The insistent tongue was now pushed deep into her relaxed sphincter probing and tasting her inner depths.

Once again she roughly calculated the value of the assets listed. Perhaps several hundred million dollars she speculated. Miss Clearmont had an urge to empty her bladder. Once again she shifted in the seat until the slaves mouth was over her pussy. She allowed a drop of urine to slip out and felt the slaves lips press against the small hole just below her clitoris. Gently at first she let it go and felt the slave suck attentively at her, ensuring that no drop would fall. At last she had relieved herself fully. The release was a pleasure. The slave gathered every drop with her lips and when the stream had stopped she once again massaged her owners pussy with her mouth and tongue before working down to the now puckered asshole.

As far as Miss Clearmont could see she would just require several signatures and some other releases to get at the money. That meant forcing Jake to sign and then passing him to his wife for training. The wife could have the money that she knew about, Miss Clearmont would get the rest.

Miss Clearmont felt the slave prepare to swallow any other wastes that her mistress offered but the mistress felt no need. She just enjoyed the lingering ministrations, not allowing an orgasm but hovering just below. Finally she signalled an end. The slave pushed a tongue deep into the soft flesh and flicked it over her owner's clitoris bringing her gently and tenderly to a climax that lasted perhaps a minute. A final lapping at the sex and the slave took in all the juices that had flowed from her satisfied mistress.

Long ago the slave had been the teacher and the mistress the pupil. The teacher had failed Miss Clearmont in her exams. Ten years later she had been trained by Miss Clearmont to tend to her most private needs. Miss Clearmont had been a most persuasive teacher and now enjoyed the personal service without having to give orders or commands or even punishments.

Occasionally in the last years Miss Clearmont had even allowed her chattel to orgasm. Revenge had been sweet but was in the past. Now all that mattered was that pleasure that came from utter obedience and sexual gratification. For the slave came the intense pleasure of giving her former pupil just that.

Just as the slave crouched submissively there was quiet knock on the door. Miss Clearmont put the papers face down on the desk and rearranged her long skirt.

"Enter,” she said in a raised voice.

The door opened and Joan Lorde entered. In one glance she took in the flushed Miss Clearmont and the crouching rubber bound slave.

"Please excuse me for disturbing you,” said Joan.

She noted that the slave was considerably older than Miss Clearmont, perhaps sixty or so and that her tight suit constricted an overweight figure.

Miss Clearmont noted Joan's inspection of the huddled slave. "Put out your tongue,” she said to the older woman.

The slave turned her head and extended her very long tongue for inspection. Her grey hair was cut short and she wore no makeup.

"She sees to my pleasures and bodily functions," commented Miss Clearmont to Joan. "You can put it away now,” she said to the slave.

"I was going to call you later,” said Miss Clearmont as Joan sat on the sofa. "I have now located all of your husband's funds. They have a value of perhaps 250 million dollars."

"Then we can proceed with his training,” stated Joan with a grin.

"Indeed," came the reply. "First he must perform a few minor transactions and then we can liquidate his assets. You will of course get all the money."

"As agreed,” said Joan.

"My interest is purely to ensure that you have no loss my dear. Of course I have some costs but they are not important,” said Miss Clearmont. With one hand she gently stroked her slave's head before continuing. "More important is the how, not the cost!"

"My idea is to send Jake on a long holiday. That covers the first months of his training. During that time we can retire his business and cover our tracks,” said Joan.

Miss Clearmont smiled. "We could send him on a real holiday to Amsterdam. There we can deal with him and sort out the details."

"I thought that you wanted to send him to Janet's training establishment on Long Island?"

"Yes. But I do not anticipate too much trouble in bringing him back. I often buy European slaves and bring them over here,” said Miss Clearmont. She pressed a finger into the crouched slave's mouth. The captive sex slave sucked at it gently running her tongue nearly to Miss Clearmont's wrist with gentle strokes.

Joan could see that the slave was certainly perfectly trained.

"OK then! In Amsterdam. I will go with him and we will take a last holiday there before his subjugation begins."

"I can see that you are really looking forward to the pleasure."

"I am. I plan to be in possession of a fully trained husband within six months. I also have a few other ideas in mind. Dr. Vance is going to be a busy man,” said Joan with a grin.

"Well then. Arrange the details and dates and I will prepare the European side of things."

"I'll ring you when I have done so,” said Joan rubbing her hands with anticipation. "This is really one holiday that I am looking forward to."

***

The flight was a long one. It was not often that Jake and Joan travelled together. He had been surprised at her new-found ardour. First they had made love for the first time in two years. He found her to be tender but strong in bed, not as he remembered, disinterested and dull.

She had sat astride him and come with such elemental force that he wondered if he was in the same bed as his boring wife. Even her thin body excited him in a way that he had long not experienced. He bit her small breasts as she orgasmed and screamed with pleasure. Then she had ridden him violently until at last he too came in a rush of sweat and stimulation as her long nails scored his chest.

After sex she had proposed the break from routine.

"Let's celebrate our anniversary in Europe,” she had said as the lust in her eyes died.

"That's only three weeks away,” he had replied.

"It gives time for you to organise the office."

"How long do we go for?" he had asked.

"Let's leave it open ended,” had come the reply.

'And that.' Thought Jake. 'Was why he and Joan were on their way to Amsterdam.'

The plan was a week there and then a grand tour. Florence, Rome, London and Barcelona were on the agenda with Athens and Istanbul to finish.

The flight was comfortable and the room in the Hilton sumptuous. Jake had heard that Amsterdam was to sex what Vegas was to gambling and planned to somehow put his toes in those waters. The pair of new found lovers went on a canal trip on the first night and a walk round the town on the next day.

It was on the third day that he finally slipped out of the hotel for a bit of exploration. As he left the hotel he noticed an attractive lady in furs walking past. With no plan he followed her. The click of her stilettos and the seams of her red stockings offered promise. 'I'll find a dame in the town centre,’ he thought.

The blonde in furs made her way to the old town centre of Amsterdam with Jake in tow. He could not but fantasise about her unseen face.

'She simply had to be good looking,” he thought.

On past the main station she walked capturing Jake's imagination with her swaying walk. He looked around and saw that he was heading into the red light district. Bright windows offered quick sex as the mostly Asian and black whores swayed on their stools and beckoned to all comers.

Suddenly, the blonde entered a bar. Jake hesitated on the step for a moment and followed her in. He just felt that he had to follow her in to finally get a look at her face. As he entered he saw her on a stool by the bar. She appeared to be on her own so he took the place next to her.

For a moment he looked in her face. She was not as he had imagined. Her hair was swept severely back and she was older than he had expected, perhaps nearly fifty. Jake ordered a drink and opened the conversation.

"Perhaps I can pay your drink?" he said.

The woman looked at him and spoke in a German accent. It somehow fitted her looks. The woman had strong cheekbones and a long nose making her look rather austere, but the red lips and heavily made up blue eyes suggested that even though she was older she was a ripe fruit rather than over-ripe.

"A gentleman,” she said. "American?"

"Yes. An American looking for company."

The woman pursed her lips at his direct manner and then relaxed into a smile.

"My name is Gudrun,” she said as she took a sip from her slender beer glass. "I am also seeking a little entertainment in this rather neon town."

Jake smiled and touched his glass to hers.

"My name's Jake. What is the best entertainment to be found here then?" he asked.

"A drink, a smoke and good company. I myself am quite demanding in taste."

Jake settled down and looked at Gudrun. She was wearing a sort red dress that did not conceal that a corset held her waist and that her full breasts had the soft skin of an older woman. He felt attracted to her without a doubt. The way that she rolled her R's and her deep voice were a pleasure to hear. What was more was her availability. She was deeply attractive in a forbidding sort of way that promised experience and sensuality.

The pair talked for about an hour before Gudrun stood and buttoned her coat. "I am going back to my hotel now,” she said in her low voice. "Perhaps we can talk further there?"

Jake felt a lump in his throat and nodded. "I'm in the Hilton,” he offered.

"Fine, so am I,” said Gudrun as she pulled out a mobile phone. "I must make a short call on my handy,” she said as she dialled. Turning her back on Jake she spoke on the mobile for a minute before turning back to the now standing man.

As they walked through the crowded streets Gudrun put an arm round Jake. "I have a little confession to make."

Jake looked at her proud face. "Confess then,” he said.

"I will not bash around the bush,” she said, muddling her metaphor. "I like sex very much, but I am not easily finding men who can serve me properly."

By now Jake had got used to her rather strange English. He nodded and said. "I hope that I am up to your high standards."

Gudrun led Jake to the Hilton. For a moment he worried that Joan would be there but she had said that she was going to look at diamonds for a while. He knew that it would be very late before she returned.

The suite that Gudrun had spoke of money. Furnished as a luxury apartment it was filled with fine furniture and a giant four poster bed. Jake went to the phone and ordered a bottle of champagne whilst Gudrun disappeared to the bathroom. As he had expected the bottle arrived before the lady so he tipped the boy and waited for Gudrun to appear.

She swept out of the bathroom, her hair still a little wet, dressed in a black dress with a fur collar. She had made up her face with dark makeup that contrasted the light blonde of her hair and her light skin.

"I'll pour,” said Jake as he opened the bottle. Quickly he poured two glasses and sat on the sofa. The two lovers drank a glass each and Gudrun recharged the slim glasses.

"Two glasses makes me lose my inhibitions,” she said as she emptied the glass in one smooth motion.

Jake did the same before turning to admire his catch. He noticed that the corset was still there under the thin material of the dress. Gudrun's nails were lacquered black with a single stripe of red running the length of the nail. With one hand he traced the contours of a breast feeling with surprise the hard ridges under the silk.

He felt so relaxed that he scarcely noticed that he was sleepy. Gradually his arm fell into her lap and his head felt heavy. He passed out gently with a sigh and toppled towards Gudrun. With a look of satisfaction she saw him sprawl on the sofa and then roll onto the thick carpet.

Carefully stepping over his prostrate form she made a call on the room service phone. "Is that Joan Lorde?" she asked. "I have your husband here in room 607. Would you like to collect him?"

Gudrun stooped and ran a hand over Jake's crotch before slipping it into the waistband of his trousers. Miss Clearmont had told her that he was well endowed but this was really impressive.

Size meant a lot to a woman who made a profession of making men suffer.