Date: Wed, 25 Jul 2007 10:52:50 +0100 (BST)
From: Lucy Hopper <lucybabypet@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: lucy is taken at last 7 (finale)

I will spare you the details of what  Tracey, with the willing help of
Wendy, whom she must have rung from the bathroom during a brief break
from beating me, did to me during the rest of that night. The sounds
overhead gradually died away as poor Mrs Henderson was pleasured
unconscious to shouts of laughter and then odd giggles. I heard them
coming down the stairs, pausing to collect my own two teenaged torturers
and then they were all gone. I slept for four hours, rang work to say I
was ill, sank into a hot bath for another, and slept for four more.
At lunchtime I played around with a piece of toast and a coffee, thought
about sleeping again, but got dressed properly instead. I could take no
more. I had to get away from the house in case they came back with more
friends. I was owed a week's holiday. I rang the office again to say I
would take it immediately to recover after a bug I had picked up. I sat
on the edge of the bed wondering whether I should go home - I somehow
felt I could not meet my mother's and sister's eyes after what had been
done to me here and what I had loved having done to me, too.
Then there was a tap on the door and Mrs Henderson appeared, pale, but
composed, dressed in a coat to go out, a suitcase in one hand. She looked
at the devastated bed. 'Put your bedclothes in the washing machine. I
have just taken mine out,' she said quietly. I noticed for the first
time that she had a faint Irish accent. I knew nothing about her. `I am
going away for a while. I know now how they seduced you. They took little
enough time to take me - although long enough to let me go. My brother
has a fishing cabin at Dungeness on the Kent coast. He says I can use it
for a week or so. I told him I need a break. Lucy, will you be Ok here,
when they come back? Would you think about coming away with me for a
break. Then they cannot come back. The woman next door runs the
Neighbourhood Watch. She will report any suspicious visitors.'
`Oh yes,' I heard myself say clearly. `I will come.'
I bent to strip away the bedclothes and she put down her bag and helped
me. She gasped at the state of them. `They did as much to you as they
did to me, she said. `I begged them to pleasure me again and again, you
know. I beseeched them to go on and on debauching me.' The Irish accent
sounded stronger.
`I know how it goes,' I said simply, taking the clothes through the
room behind the kitchen.
`I think we should go at once, Lucy. I'll get the car out. Pack a bag.
Warm things. It's blowy on the beach around there. Maybe we could got
for a few walks. Blow some of this away.' And she was gone.
I packed swiftly, jeans and sweaters and boots and socks, clothes for
cold winds, but I found myself adding my very best underwear, expensive
underwear, my sexiest nightie and, as an afterthought, I added the strap
on dildo and the lubricant and tucked them down at the bottom of the
case, under my make up box.
We drove in silence for much of the way. Eventually she told me her name
was Charlene. Her father was Irish, her mother, died when she was ten,
American. She had taught tiny kids in Ireland, married, come to England
with her husband, had two fine boys, but then the husband had a roving
eye and strayed. But at that very time she had found herself repulsed by
him in bed and she was only too glad when he moved out. He still paid the
mortgage, paid a good allowance for her and the children and had the boys
to stay every other weekend. In return she was going to let him have the
divorce he wanted, her religious objections seemed hypocritical - she
didn't want him so a reconciliation was out of the question. He needed a
wife. He was a good enough man.
`And you,' she said. `Did you never have a man?'
`No, no,' I said. `I knew from a very early age that I would never
want a man.'
`I see,' she said quietly. `I sensed that in recent weeks - your
visitors^Å. You know until last night, I really had no idea that that was
what I wanted, needed, craved. They tried to be cruel but they were
everything I desired.'
`Me too,' I said.
The cabin was a converted railway carriage at the back of the great
shingle beach at Dungeness. Two lighthouses, two nuclear power stations,
a fishing fleet and a host of anglers along the beach, one bar and not
much else. But she as able to park the car up close and we scuttled in
out of the wind and got the wood burning stove started. I looked out of
the window at the distant spray of the breaking sea. She stood next to
me, smart, composed, middle-aged, in sensible sweater and skirt and
knee-length boots. A mumsy mother of two. The wild and frenzied creature
of the night before whom I had seen dragged naked from the room in a
headlock, still moaning from her endless orgasm, seemed a million years
ago.
She seemed to sense what I was thinking. 'What terrible secrets we
share!' she said. `Perhaps you should find a new room when we go
back.'
`I think I should find a new city,' I said. `Shall I take the bed
settee?'
`Oh there's twin beds next door,' she said. `I hardly think we shall
be bothering each other at night!'
I was startled. `Ok,' I said. `Shall we just walk down to the sea?'
She shivered. `No, no, you go. I'll see to the fire. I've brought some
basic foods. I'll see what he has in his freezer. Not all fish, I hope.
There will certainly be plenty of booze.' She laughed, the first time I
ever heard her really laugh.
She was right to turn down the walk, though. The wind was wild and even
the anglers had packed up and gone when I reached the waves crashing on
the shingle. I hurried back, although the beach was steep and it was a
long, harder haul up it than it had been going down.
There was no sign of her when I thankfully bolted the creaking front door
against the wind. I wondered how on earth we would spend a week here
together. We probably had nothing in common. We would go mad! I went in
search of the bedroom to unpack. Too late. My sexy nightie was laid out
on the pillow. The top drawer of the little dresser was open, full of my
expensive lingerie. `I half unpacked for you, Lucy,' said that cool
Irish voice behind me. `Just the top layer. Then I thought I'd better
not in case you had private stuff there.'
`Private stuff? You wouldn't have opened my diary?'
`No, of course not! But, who knows? We all have secrets. I was going to
put the undies back, but the I thought you'd have noticed and that would
have been creepier. I'm sorry. They're very sexy undies. The ones you
hang out in the utility room, at home are rather more everyday.'
`Oh well you know, sort of holiday packing!'
`Right. Well, there's loads of food and drink, as I thought. I'll fix
us some dinner. You go through his dvds under the set. They're probably
decent enough. He's a lecturer.
He may have been a lecturer, but he was a dirty bugger. He had all sorts
of stuff stashed away there. I put most it back under the set. I'm not
sure if I'd have wanted to know my brother had stuff like that. But I
couldn't resist lingering over the lesbian stuff. It look like lazier
stuff for men, all right. Women doing women, They love the thought of
that, although I can't actually see that there's much in it for them! I
glanced at the covers and hid those in one corner. Stuff for a sleepless
night when my new landlady companion was snoring. I found us a decent
film or two. Good double bill.
Good double bill. Good food. Good wine. Good evening all round. Wee
thoroughly enjoyed sitting there in our sagging armchairs. I let her go
into bed first and then I followed after a discreet pause. As I climbed
into my bed she snapped the light out. `This is just want I needed,
Lucy,' she said.
`Me, too,' I said. And at the moment, I did need a rest.
The weather brightened over the next couple of days. We walked, drove,
shopped, had pub lunches, fish and chips in the evening, watched some
more dvds and read bits of his paperbacks. On the third evening as we
went to bed, she had a stiff neck. It had bothered her ever since she got
up after lying awkwardly. I had had to do all the during all day. She
tried to lie with a pile of cushions under her pillow. `No, you'd be
better with one in a minute,' I said. `Leave them for a moment,. I
turned her face down and started to give her a strong but not too hard
neck massage, squeezing the tautness from the stretch between her neck
and her left shoulder. I had to push her nightie down a bit to work on
the shoulder. `Everything's connected,' I said. Actually, I just had
to rub that beautiful round, warm, fragrant shoulder. She had such
flawless white skin, too. Beautiful to touch. I went back to her neck. I
could feel her loosening, almost purring. I could not lose the image in
my mind of her being manipulated on her feet by the woman and the girl
and of the way she just surrendered.
`Don't go away! I`ve got some lotion that might help,' I said. But
when I got back to the bed 20 seconds later she had tossed the nightie
outside and was lying face down, naked. Her voice was muffled into the
pillow. `I know you brought the strap-on, Lucy' she said. 'Just get
it.'
I tugged my case out from under the bed and opened it. My hands were
shaking. No longer Lucy, the taken victim, Lucy the eager taker. I was
dying to tie it on. I stripped and stood preening myself in front of the
flyblown wardrobe mirror. I looked very good, I thought. I stroked my
breasts and my thighs, fondled myself between my legs and murmured in
pleasure. Nobody was going to burst in the door. Nobody was going to pee
on my here! However much I had loved all that and always would, right now
I was going to do what I wanted with Charlene, and she must have known
it. I saw her reflection staring at me from the mirror. I continued to
stroke myself in front of the mirror and then slowly strapped on the
cumbersome dildo. The size of it was really ludicrous! It would have
given any man a terrible inferiority complex. I adjusted it, tightened,
turned one way and then the other, strutting and preening again. It got
me going all right, and from the gasp on the bed and the way her full
lips had parted, my landlady was finding it quite a turn on, too.
I walked with some difficulty over to her bed where she lay naked and I
began to stroke her big round soft ass which I absolutely loved after all
the tight, toned girls I had known. Nothing came more absolutely feminine
than this body. The texture of the back was lovely and velvety to my
touch, too. Her bent arms as she clutched then pillow were full and round
and delicious. I ran my hands down from her shoulders to her hips. She
shivered. I kissed her ass and then her thighs, the smooth skin behind
her knees and on down to her feet.
I rubbed her ankles and then the soles of her feet and she twitched and
protested.' No, not feet. Too ticklish. Really. Not feet1 No! I mean it,
Lucy Not joking!
But I had her feet now. I bent her legs at the knee, clutched her ankles
together in one hand, turned and sat on her ass and began to
remorselessly tickle first one foot then the other with my left hand toe
nails. She screamed and thrashed and twisted. I began to tickle very
lightly, then stooped and kissed and sucker her toes, letting go of her.
She protested no more. I moved up her body, turned her, and began to kiss
her. Her mouth was so full and soft and generous. Her tongue slid out and
into mine, filling it, exploring every corner and crevice. The strap-on
kept coming between us. I wanted to fondle her, stroke her, lick her,
kiss her, suck her, prepare her, but I was not going to be allowed to.
`No more, Just fuck me with it!' she gasped. `Just slip it in and fuck
me with it. It's still slippery. I can feel. Put it in and fuck me with
it.'
I did as I was told. She stuck her arse up and let me slide it into her
form behind, deep into her pussy. I reached round as I began to thrust
and my fingers found her pussy lips and stroked them as I found the
rhythm. At the end of each stroke I was almost into her myself as our
bodies touched so hot and close and as I slid it back again I left my
fingers fondle and tease her. She had found the rhythm now, too, and
thrust her ass back hard at me. I smacked it as hard as I could. I saw
the red imprint of my palm on her white ass and it shocked me but I
smacked her again. Ad a third time. Really hard. The pain and the
pleasure were getting to her now, I could see that. I dug my nails deep
into her soft ass and she gasped again. I stooped to kiss tieback of her
neck and she struggled, turned and met my mouth with hers and bit my
lower lip. `Bitch' I said laughing. I smacked her ass even harder and
began to ride her as a man would have ridden her. She had an
extraordinary sweet vanilla smell about her, rising from her hot skin,
her own natural smell. It made my senses swirl .I could see why Dee and
Cammie could not leave her alone once they had started. Her abandonment
was so complete, her twisting, jerking, panting response so absolute that
I was desperate to cum myself. I stripped off the strap-on much as Tracey
had with me, and I fell on her, turned her, began to slide my wet hand
into her, twisting it and turning it as I fisted her faster and faster.
She came in such a screaming rush that it took us both by surprise and
then she was wrestling and fighting back and had me on my back and was
trying to force her plump hand into me now. `No,' I cried. `Too big,
Charlene!'
`No, Lucy' she said evenly. `You are the victim now. You know that is
the way it will always be. For me, sometimes, if Cammie ever gets me
alone again. But I will always have you to abuse now. ` So she fisted me
anyway, right inside and up and on and as I began to scream she worked me
faster and faster, panting, gasping, swearing as she did me. She pushed
me aside as I gasped for air.' Enough now,' I said. `Enough for a
while. Need rest. Take a break.' But she smacked me across the face and
I suddenly realised she was wearing the strap-on now and with a shout of
triumph she began to fuck me with it, hard, cruelly, violently, pulling
my nipples with her fingers, biting my chin. When my final cumming began
I thought I had lost control of every part of me. For all I knew, I could
have wetted the bed, or worse and gone on and one. But it was just me
cumming and cumming, spraying like a feral animal, grunting and taking it
and loving it. My landlady was fucking me and I was hers for ever as far
as I was concerned.
And I was. We spent the rest of the week rutting and fucking on the floor
to her brother's lesbian porn. I drove the car every time we went out.
She insisted. And she fondled me and fingered me inside my panties every
mile of the way on every journey. Sometimes she made me drive in  just my
panties and when she had them soaked she ripped them off and fondled my
naked pussy as we drove on and on. By the time we got back in the
evenings after a quick meal out all I wanted to do was lie on the bed and
wait to be fisted and fucked and toyed insensible. She no longer wanted
anything for herself. It drove me crazy. I longed to smell her, touch
her, kiss her, love her, but she thrust me away and fucked me again and
again. She had the taste for it and I was what she wanted.
And when we drove back at the end of the week and Saturday night came and
the girls came knocking, I heard her coolly answering them through the
chained door. `No, Lucy will not be coming out. And you will not be
coming in. Lucy belongs to me now. And I will do what I like to her.'
And she did. And she does. And if she ever reads this she will thrash me
and thrash me until I cum again. And I will love it. Love it. But the day
will come when I get away from here and I will round up Cammie and Marie
and Dolores. I know they have her scent and her feel and they will be
only too happy to oblige when I ask them to go back with me to the house
and I will sit and watch and finger myself frantic as I watch them exact
Lucy's revenge and turn that woman back to the submissive slut they
knew. The day will come.


The End
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