Posted by Extranjero on August 13, 2003 at 13:12:05:
PREYMATES
Lisa raised her champagne glass and took a sulky sip. “I’ve fucking had enough of this,” she said.
Leilani raised an eyebrow with infuriating calm. “The money or the pampering?” she asked.
Lisa sniffed disdainfully and stalked across the lounge. She rarely felt self-conscious with her clothes off, but now the place was giving her the creeps. The Mistress, in her attic, would be watching every room, and Lisa knew she’d caught the old dyke’s eye. Last night she’d been playing pool when Miss Snell moved among them. A furtive pat on Lisa’s bum had made her miss her shot.
Then, as now, she’d only had her briefs on - a rose-pink pair, emblazoned with a Playboy bunny head. She wore a pink bow tie as well, and white stiletto shoes, but otherwise her pampered flesh was bare. She knew the rambling house was full of cameras. Halting by the fireplace, she felt the fine hairs prickle on her skin.
“It’s only a weekend,” Leilani chided. “Back to work on Monday, with more cash than even you’d know how to spend.”
The glowing fire warmed Lisa’s skin. She took another sip. Perhaps the girl was right and she was being a picky cow. They came here to be cosseted in luxury surroundings, and went away with lovely gifts and treats. There were six of them, all poorly-paid and happy to be spoiled. Handsome payments went into her bank account each month. And all they had to do was laze around this country house, and let Miss Snell enjoy their company.
But that meant fawning over her – and sometimes getting groped. A dry hand on her buttock might be something worse next time. The others didn’t seem to mind, but Lisa couldn’t hide her own distaste. Miss Snell reminded her of Myra Hindley: an ageing bottle-blonde with staring eyes.
A gilded mirror hung above the fireplace. She pouted at her pale reflection, surly features framed by dark bobbed hair. Her gypsy earrings glittered in the firelight. Her brown eyes looked as soulful as a deer’s.
Leilani curled up languidly behind her, a smug expression on her pretty face. Like Lisa, she was stripped down to her knickers; her smooth skin gleamed like copper in the parlour’s dusky light. The bitch knew she was beautiful and loved to steal the show, with her silky mane of hair and Bambi eyes. Maybe she’d seduce Miss Snell, and earn herself a bonus. Lisa squirmed with envy and disgust.
She drained her glass. The champagne bubbles fizzled in her brain. “I might walk out right now,” she said.
“In just your briefs, you mean?”
Lisa pulled a sneery face. “I’d put my coat on first! I’ve had it up to here with being a dolly for that dyke.”
Leilani sat back, watching her. Her eyes were serious now. “For God’s sake, Lise, just go with it. She makes it worth our while.”
Lisa scowled and looked away. Her heart was thudding hard. She realised she was acting like a snotty teenager, but wasn’t that her nature after all? “I’m going up,” she muttered, and then stumbled in her heels. Leilani smiled but didn’t say a word. Cursing, Lisa took her shoes off, straightened up and padded to the door.
Leliani had unwrapped a lollipop. She licked her lips. “Back to stacking shelves on Monday, then?” she asked.
Lisa paused and looked back from the doorway. “I could go to the papers,” she said sweetly. “Miss Snell’s a headmistress, right? The press would love this, wouldn’t they?”
Leilani glanced round angrily. “Don’t screw it up for us, you selfish cow.”
Lisa smirked and headed for the stairs.
Miss Snell watched her plodding up toward the camera lens. She saw it was the little tyke from Safeway’s - a slim girl with big tits and bad ideas. Her naked torso filled the screen, and then her sullen face. Miss Snell waited, ashen-mouthed, until she’d passed from view, then raised the handset of her intercom. The servant’s quarters came online, a hush of expectation in her ear. She cleared her throat.
“Room number seven,” she said, a little hoarsely. “I have a Pet who needs to be put down.”
* * *
The champagne made her feel a little giddy. She paused to grip the banister, her shoes still dangling from her other hand. Her bitterness had boiled away, and left her almost tearful with self-pity. She’d waited weeks to say all that, but what if Miss Snell had been listening in?
Lisa sniffed and went on up the staircase. The soft red carpet muffled her bare feet. The stairwell lamps were turned down low, and shadows hung like dust. Suits of armour brooded on the landing. Antique weapons – swords and spears - hung glinting in the smoky, sallow light.
She wondered where the others were, but didn’t really care. Maybe they were in the gym: Miss Snell expected them to stay in shape. Lisa had been working out herself this afternoon, determined to distract her restless mind. At least it did her body good. She’d never felt so sleek and muscular.
The hollow knights seemed poised to pounce. She shivered and stalked past them. The place was like a mausoleum, half-buried in the past. Another flight of stairs led to her bedroom. She climbed them, feeling queasy now. She needed to lie down.
Behind her, other feet had reached the landing. A silent hand reached up and took a spear from the display. The weapon was an assegai and short enough to throw. The lamplight caught its polished cypress-blade.
Lisa reached the floor above and almost missed her step. She swore again, and swayed along the passage to her room.
The naked shadow raised his spear, and started up the staircase in her wake.
Her room belonged in some Victorian doll’s house. Its frilly tweeness made her want to cringe. Old soft toys with beady eyes were gathered on the bedspread, and soppy portraits simpered from the walls. The four-post bed was overstuffed: she’d hardly slept last night. Even the en suite was period-perfect. It felt like being trapped in time, a prisoner of the past.
The door sighed shut behind her. She didn’t hear it click, and didn’t care. Her cigarettes were on the dressing table. Miss Snell disapproved, but what the fuck. Lisa picked the packet up, and studied her bare body in the mirror. Not looking too bad, my girl. She pouted at herself.
Behind the glass, the camera whirred. Miss Snell watched silently. The heedless Pet lit up and sighed. Her firm breasts swelled and sank.
Miss Snell wet her dusty lips. Each quiver of her heart was like a spasm. She’d fallen for this little minx, and dreamed of bedding her, but now those dreams were smashed to jagged shards. And worse, the thankless brat was going to squeal to the press. A visit from the servant was no more than she deserved.
Miss Snell licked her fingertips, and slid them down inside her silken drawers.
Lisa sucked more smoke into her lungs and turned away. She crossed the room and pushed the windows wide. The night air smelled of honeysuckle. She felt it on her skin. The countryside was buried in black velvet.
She didn’t sense the bedroom door inch open, just a crack. A single eye stared through it balefully. The Pet’s bare back was turned to him, her posture nonchalant. He gave the door a gentle push: it opened without creaking. He slid into her chamber like a cat. The assegai was poised above his shoulder, the shaft becoming sweaty in his grasp. His free hand closed the door again behind him. The careless girl flicked ash into the night.
Miss Snell couldn’t breathe. Her throat was throbbing. Lisa yawned and scratched her shapely bum. The servant took a sidelong step, his naked body gleaming. He waited for the tipsy slut to realise he was there.
Lisa exhaled moodily and flipped her cigarette towards the garden. It sparked against the patio and vanished in the dark. She paused there with her tits stuck out, enjoying the night breeze, then leaned back in and pulled the windows closed. Her cellphone was still in her purse, though Miss Snell had forbidden those as well. She’d catch up on her messages … And then she glimpsed the dim shape in the glass.
He saw the muscles bunching in her back, and then she whirled. Her doe-brown eyes grew round with disbelief. A frightened bleat escaped her as she saw the assegai. Then she squealed in horror as he threw the spear at her.
The hungry weapon leaped towards her unprotected breasts. She flailed out with her hands, but it was hopeless. The leaf of polished metal struck her squarely in the chest. The impact drove the breath out of her lungs.
She reared back and clutched her tits, grimacing with dismay. The assegai’s long blade was buried deep. She felt it throb inside her like a broken cattle prod. A keening noise escaped through her clenched teeth.
Downstairs in the lounge, Leilani sucked her lollipop, in case Miss Snell had started ogling her. Now that Lise had flounced upstairs, she had to be the centre of attention. She couldn’t help but preen herself, imagining how graceful she must look …
Lisa screamed, as wretchedly as any spoilt brat. It felt as if the spearhead had caught fire. She fumbled with the shaft and tried to twist herself away, tormented by the furnace in her chest. The plush room swallowed up her cries; the other Pets had no hint of her fate. Only the servant and Miss Snell were there to see her die.
Wailing now, becoming hoarse, she shuddered into spasm. The servant stalked implacably towards her. Lisa’s head flipped back and she collapsed against the wall, still plucking at her breasts as she slid downward. Her thighs splayed open helplessly, the Playboy panties bulging with her sex. Then she jerked and peed in them, a shadow blotting out the bunny’s head. Miss Snell panted, rubbing at herself. The doomed girl mewed pathetically, then managed one last squeal. Her lovely body slithered to the carpet. Her pinched face grew as sullen as a child’s.
Miss Snell climaxed with a gasp, and sagged back just as limply in her chair.
Leliani stretched contentedly and ran her tongue around her lollipop.
The servant knelt beside the girl and raised her lolling head. Lisa’s eyes were closed; her mouth hung open. Below the jutting assegai, her perfect breasts were speckled with fresh blood.
Miss Snell’s gaze grew misty as she took a final look at her dead Pet. The girl’s briefs were transparent, full of soggy pubic hair. The cleft of her vagina stood out clearly. Miss Snell sighed regretfully, then nodded to herself. The servant seemed to sense the unseen gesture. He let the Pet’s head drop, and straightened up.
* * *
“Lise, it’s me. Just borrowing a smoke ...”
No answer from the bathroom. Nicky hesitated; shrugged. Maybe Lise was still downstairs - although her shoes were here. She picked the pack of Raffles up, and paused to simper at her own reflection.
The servant stood unbreathing on the far side of the door. The spear was balanced in his hand, the slim blade oozing blood. The Pet lay crumpled in the bath beside him. The pristine white enamelling was spattered with her gore.
Nicky sucked her fag alight and breathed a plume of smoke. “Thanks, that’s one I owe you,” she said, mainly to herself. She watched her breasts grow taut as she inhaled, then let them sink.
The servant waited, staring at his victim’s upturned face. In death, the Pet looked plain and sour, much older than she was. Her body was still nubile, though; her limp hand rested on one shapely breast. Her other hand lay on her stomach, poised to slip inside her sopping briefs.
Nicky glanced towards the bathroom door, then turned away. She had a sense of someone there – it might be Lisa sitting on the john. Snotty cow, she thought. As if I want to hear you pee ...
The servant’s penis stiffened as he heard her cross the room, but then the heedless girl had sauntered out. An acrid whiff of cigarette smoke faded in her wake. He listened to her flounce away, then smiled down at the friend she’d left behind.
He swabbed the crimson spearpoint with a freshly-laundered towel, then put the glinting weapon to one side. The dead Pet sulked below him, splashed with blood. Reaching down, he hooked his fingers through her pink bow tie. Her head lolled backwards as he hauled her upright, her plump breasts sticking out invitingly.
He pressed his mouth against her flesh, and lovingly began to lick her clean.