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Hallie, Hither & Gone - Part 3 |
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By Nigel McParr
As the powered gate creaked and slowly slid open, Hallie wondered how frequently it was operated. By the sounds of it, it wasn’t very often. She was surprised when Miss Evans opened the car door and stepped out. She watched her walk over to the gatekeeper. Miss Evans said something to her and then slipped her hands around the girl’s waist. She drew her into herself. Hallie could see the young woman was making no effort to escape the hold Miss Evans had on her. She also seemed intimidated and unable to resist Miss Evans. Hell’s bells; frightened or not, who could resist that woman? There was no way around the fact Miss Evans was drop dead gorgeous. Seeing the gatekeeper’s reaction to Miss Evan’s breasts pressed into hers made Hallie green with envy. She forgot her own new breasts, laying wetly in her lap. She wondered who this chubby piece of cheese with the big boobs and puppy-dog look thought she was. Miss Evans was her mistress! Hallie watched in indignant dismay as Miss Evans held the girl in her gaze. Her mouth fell open and her fearful expression softened into desire. Through the open car window, Hallie heard her new mistress. The words raised the wispy strands at the nape of her neck. “While I’ve been away, Emily, have you been a good girl? Are you minding Mrs. Kirsch? You know damn well I did not bring you here to play the fool. Am I going to get a bad report when I see your mistress? For your sake, I sincerely hope not. It would give me pleasure to lace your big backside.” When Emily hesitated, Hallie wondered if she wanted Miss Evans to lift her skirt and whip her. “I’ve been a good girl, M-Miss Evans. Honest, I swear I have. But if you want to blister my seat, I’ll readily submit to you.” Still trapped in Miss Evans’ eyes, the gatekeeper lowered her face into Miss Evans’ breasts. Hallie was incredulous. This little bitch was actually coming on to Miss Evans, acting as if they were equals. Based on her own experience with Miss Evans, Hallie knew the girl was making a big mistake. Either she didn’t know what she was doing or she really wanted to be punished. Miss Evans of course was having none of it. She smiled at Emily and struck like a python, slapping her cheek hard. The second slap spun her sideways. “Don’t you ever toy with me, you mindless twat!” She threw glance at Hallie. “Hallie, drive the car inside…clear of the gate.” When the car was inside, Miss Evans grabbed the gatekeeper’s arm and pushed her through the open gate. Hallie watched her boss take the gate control from Emily, close the gate, and then open the trunk of her car. She took out a slender riding crop, a small red box, and a pair of plastic manacles. After placing Emily’s arms behind her back and locking the manacles over her wrists, she opened the red box and took out a pair of jewel-encrusted nipple clamps. She attached the glittering clamps to the girl’s fat nipples. Hallie winced at Emily’s sudden shriek. The clips must really hurt, she thought. She could not imagine them being fastened to her own swollen nipples. Miss Evans spoke in a flat voice. “Bend over, miss and grab your ankles.” She lifted Emily’s heavy denim skirt and arranged its folds over her head. Hallie’s heart rate doubled. Emily wasn’t wearing underwear. In the suffused late afternoon sunlight, her plumped out buttocks shone like plump milky moons. The scarlet folds and fleshy rise of her sex were plainly visible. Hallie couldn’t help herself. She stared at the luscious prize and salivated. Emily’s glistening pussy, the sight of her helpless in the eye of Miss Evans’ wrath, and the prospect of her being whipped made her want to scream. At the same time, she was overwhelmed with shame at deriving pleasure from Emily’s plight. Had Miss Evans granted her permission to get out of the car, she would have buried her face deep in the cleft of that fleshy apparition. Her tongue came out of her mouth at the prospect. As Emily bent over and took hold of her ankles, her eyes widened and filled with tears. Glancing back, she saw Hallie staring at her. Hallie’s stare and open mouth eloquently assured her she couldn’t wait to see Emily get her ass whipped. Well, wait until she met Mrs. Kirsch. Her new mistress would soon wipe that smug expression off her face. As for her own whipping, well, wasn’t that why she was here? Why Miss Evans had recruited and brought her to Hither & Gone? She’d always been slack, careless, and disobedient. At Hither & Gone, her life was ordered and structured - everything, down to the tiniest detail, was decided for her. The outside world had morphed into a distant memory. This was where she belonged. Even though she understood she was going to get a furious whipping for her display of bold coyness, she would demur and accept the outcome. She had no say in the matter and the awful sting of Miss Evans’ crop would linger for hours. Tonight in bed, it would add excitement to her eager fingers. Truth be told, it had been too long since Mrs. Kirsch had strapped her. She needed a severe punishment. She’d been thinking about Miss Evans’ return. In the end, it felt good when Miss Quinn punished for flaunting herself like some little slut. Hallie watched mesmerized. She wet her lips at the sight of Miss Evans swishing the gleaming ebony crop through the air. Her mother had hand spanked her and Miss Quinn had spanked her with a hairbrush, but she’d never felt the crop on her backside. Her grandmother was an accomplished equestrian. She’d once told Hallie she’d used to take her errant maids out to the barn, lay them over a stack of hay bales, and whip them thoroughly with her crop. Until this moment, Hallie had doubted the story was true. She hoped Miss Evans would never take that crop to her backside. It must hurt like crazy. She couldn’t see Emily’s face, but she could see her body shaking with muted sobs. Hallie wanted to hear Emily plead with Miss Evans. Hear her promise to obey and submit. Her face flushed as she studied Emily’s ivory buttocks, the ruby hue of her sex, and her curves of her calves. The wetness in her thighs grew as Emily gave in and began to beg. “I-I’m sorry, Miss Evans. I should not have presumed to touch you without your permission. Please, give me the whipping I deserve.” “Oh, don’t you worry, Emily. That is exactly what I’m going to do. You’ll get everything you have coming. When I’m through with you, I'll have those fat bottom cheeks nicely welted. I promise you won’t forget this cropping. You should know better by now. Moreover, I intend to inform Mrs. Kirsch of your presumption and insolence. Now, get that ass up in the air as if you were presenting it to me on a platter. Keep your legs spread so the new girl can see every bit of that pussy.” New girl? Is that what I am? Just the latest? I’m beginning to understand… Still sitting behind the wheel, Hallie sat rigidly holding her breath. She tensed when Miss Evans placed her hand firmly on Emily’s back and held her down while she raised her other arm. The crop descended with a whoosh and struck Emily’s buttocks with a resounding thwack. The girl jumped in shock and pain. “Omigod,” Emily cried out. “Omigod, that hurts!” “Stop your sniveling, you wretched slut! I haven’t even begun to whip you.” Emily’s high-pitched cries and Miss Evans’ stern rebukes drove Hallie’s hand beneath her skirt. As she fell into the chasm, she silently thanked her mistress for not letting her wear panties. Her glistening fingers went deep inside, teasing her to orgasm. She prayed Miss Evans wouldn’t catch her. If she did, she’d surely drag her out of the car and lay her over the hood for her own cropping. And then, her mistress would allow that obsequious bitch Emily to watch while she got a whipping. She didn’t care now what happened. Her world was reduced to the pleasure rippling through her thighs. The sight and sounds of the cropping had caused her milk to let down. Her breasts were so swollen and heavy they ached from their weight. The hurt radiated outward to the tips of her thickened nipples, which were weeping milk into her lap. Through an orgasmic haze, Hallie watched the gatekeeper’s glistening pussy and the awful cuts of the crop. Poor Emily was doing a little dance to the beat of the crop strokes. Each time the crop cut a new trough across her buttocks and thighs, her bare breasts swung heavily from side to side. Emily was getting one helluva of a whipping. Miss Evans knew how to use that crop. She was criss-crossing Emily’s buttocks and upper thighs with angry crimson and magenta welts. Perhaps someday soon it would be her turn to surrender to that instrument. She stiffened and bit her lip to suppress a scream. She wondered if her grandmother had been so proficient. Miss Evans was smiling, obviously enjoying her work while Emily pleaded softly to no avail. When she glanced back at her mistress, Miss Evans pressed down harder on her back to remind her to stay put. Into her second orgasm now, Hallie realized Miss Evans was enjoying administering the cropping. The bitch Emily had given her good reason. It seemed to have put her in a much better frame of mind. The girl could hardly stand when Miss Evans finally removed her hand from her back. While the gatekeeper lowered her long skirt, Miss Evans gave her a stern lecture on the merits of absolute submission and obedience before she put the crop back in the trunk. Unable to speak, Emily nodded her bowed head and blubbered out her acquiescence. Miss Evans sent Emily back to her post in the gatehouse. She looked a little tired but quite comfortable as she slid back into the driver’s seat. She glanced down at Hallie’s rumpled skirt. “Don’t think for one second I don’t know what you were up to while I was punishing Emily. Stop looking so sheepish. I am not displeased with your response. Most of the girls I bring here do not enjoy seeing another girl get a whipping. You seem to be the exception. We’ll see how that works out over time.” “I…I have mixed feelings, about that. Miss Evans. I want to be whipped and then again I don’t know…” “You mustn’t worry. Your day will come and you will accept your lot. However, it won’t be at my hand. Mrs. Kirsch will see to your punishments.” Miss Evans handed Hallie her purse. “Powder your nose and put on some fresh lipstick. That shiny nose will never do for Mrs. Kirsch. She’s fussy about thing like that.” They followed the grassy dirt track for several more miles through thick woods before the track finally emerged from the trees onto a crushed gravel drive and an open meadow-like space edged with towering oaks, elms, and hemlocks. In the distance beyond the grassy expanse, Hallie could make out a four-story gray stone edifice with chimneys and turrets. Migod, she thought, Hither & Gone isn’t a place. It’s like make-believe; a palace hidden who knows where in the countryside. What must it be like inside? Several smaller outbuildings were located to the right and left of the main structure. A large barn stood beyond the house. Miss Evans stopped the car. She powered open the windows and the sunroof, allowing air to flow through the car. Hallie heard the sounds of settling birds and could smell the lilacs and fresh-cut grass on the breeze. Miss Evans watched amused as Hallie gaped out the windows. She was so focused on studying the mansion; it took her a moment to separate the scattering of young women from the landscape. They were working on both sides of the driveway, planting beds and trimming shrubs. Beyond the mansion beside the barn, maids pinned damp sheets and denim skirts to rows of clothesline. They were dressed like Hallie in long skirts and open vests. Hallie could see their breasts. Every girl was big-busted - some of them were bigger than she was. Like the big ebony-skinned girl hanging wash. She was plump and tall with spectacular hips and fleshy arms that gleamed in the angled light. Her long black hair was pulled back into a fluff at the nape of her neck. Her massive breasts were huge, pendulums that swung in an arc at her swollen belly. Someone had knocked her up. Hallie wondered who was responsible. Midway between the gravel drive and the trees and partially screened by a thicket of honeysuckle and rose bushes, were two girls. Neither one wore a stitch of clothing. They lay side-by-side face down over a heavy wooden frame. Their bottoms faced out to Hallie. Thick straps at their wrists and calves held them to the frame. Hallie could see the colored ends of their butt plugs and the crimson weals covering their buttocks and thighs. Hallie was so preoccupied with the two girls; she almost missed the third girl beyond them. This one hung suspended by her four limbs from an ancient oak. She was a dusky-skinned beauty with soft brown eyes and heavy breasts that splayed over her sides. Padded leather cuffs at her wrists and ankles connected to a length of heavy chain that disappeared into the crown of the tree. Her bronze body swayed gently with the motions of the branch that suspended her. A ball-gag prevented her from speaking, but she made up for it by staring defiantly at Hallie. Hallie looked questioningly at Miss Evans. “What-” “Those girls that are tied down over there are here because they want to be. They know it’s what they need. They come here to be trained and cleansed. That is what we do here. They trust Mrs. Kirsch to present them with a regimen of discipline that meets their needs. Do you want to leave?” “N-N,” Hallie whispered. “Definitely not. I am determined see where this takes me.” “Good girl. Thank goodness, the one in the tree is not one of mine. Mrs. Kirsch put her in the laundry and she still has not learned who’s in charge. Mrs. Kirsch has put her on a strict disciplinary regimen that includes frequent whippings and butt-fucking. You can’t tell from here, but she was butt-plugged before they winched her up into that tree. Isn’t she a sight?” Hallie’s empathy broke through her excitement. Her heart went out to the young woman. She spoke in a whisper. “Miss Evans, I don’t understand. Why couldn’t she just learn her place so this wouldn’t have to happen? I mean, how long-” “Hallie, you are so naïve. You have much to learn here. She wants to be punished. And now she has she’s earned it. She goaded Mrs. Kirsch and now the Mistress is taking her pound of flesh - one minute, one hour, one day at a time. It’ll be another day before that one is lowered to the ground.” “Do they look after her?” “Of course. She’s fed and watered. The two on the wooden rack have nothing to worry about. They will be taken in tonight.” Since she assumed she could find herself in this same predicament, Hallie resisted saying anything. Like Miss Evans said, she still had a lot to learn. She saw another young woman standing between two cedar posts midway between the tree line and the drive. She was facing the driveway. Like the others, she was completely naked. Her skirt and vest hung on the post beside her. Nearby her, a second set of posts with dangling leather cuffs waited for their next occupant. The cuffs around the girl’s wrists and ankles extended her limbs out to the posts so that she was spread-eagled and unable to move. A ball gag filled her mouth. She wore nipple clamps connected to each other by a silver chain that spanned the deep gulf between her breasts. She had Hallie’s height and shape with enormous blue eyes and white-blonde hair plaited into coiled braids. The sway of her pendulous breasts, the minimal curve of her hips, and the golden patch at the apex of her thighs energized Hallie. She felt genuinely sorry for the girl, but at the same time watching her test her bonds as if she could free herself excited her. Until now, she hadn’t thought herself capable of deriving pleasure from another girl’s pain. The insight shamed her, colored her face and breasts. She had no idea why the girl was fastened between the posts, but couldn’t help feeling her punishment had to be warranted. “Miss Evans, that blonde girl between the posts. What do you suppose she has done?” Miss Evans shook her head. “I have no idea, but she reminds me of you. Remember, they are all here because they want to be. We do not bring anyone here against their will. Well now, I think we’re in for an unplanned treat. Did you see that door open? Over there, that little green building.” Hallie watched a tall well built young man in tight black jeans and tee shirt emerge from the green shed. In one hand, he held a whip with dangling tendrils. With his other hand, he beckoned to a smaller man with a video camera to follow him. They were talking, but Hallie could not make out the conversation. The bigger man with the whip gestured to the setting sun and then to the camera. The smaller man nodded and said something in return. Seeing them approach, the girl between the posts began to fight the cuffs and the ropes that held her. As she planted her feet and began to work her hips, she set her breasts in motion. The closer the two men got to her, the more frightened and harder she fought to free herself. Her failed efforts made the man with the whip smile. Hallie could hear the girl’s shrieks leaking through her ball gag. The young man laughed and teased her, playing the knotted tendrils of his whip over her thrashing breasts. Hallie heard his voice. “You’d better shut up, Claire, if you know what’s good for you. Don’t make me have to tell my mother.” She ignored his warning and shrieked even louder when he went behind her. “Hold still,” he commanded nervously. Again, she refused to follow his order. Hallie thought the young man seemed irritated and at the same time perhaps a bit unsure of himself. He began to spank the girl with his work-hardened hand. The little cameraman was right there next to him, dispassionately focusing the camera lens and recording everything. The young man spanked Claire for a good minute, reducing her azure eyes to a misty blur. Behind her ball gag, she was sobbing uncontrollably as he spread her bottom cheeks. She lurched and jumped forward when he took a fat butt-plug from the cameraman and inserted it up her backside. He laid his chin on her shoulder and began to work the thing in and out of her. Her wet eyes were huge now. “Ah, you like that, don’t you? Mother says a good hard spanking followed by a butt-fuck is good for a girl. Improves her attitude, readies her for the whip.” He laughed then. “You like this, but just wait.” Miss Evans said, “Do you know what he’s doing to her?” “I-I think so,” Hallie whispered. Her own buttocks were tight and twitching with anticipation. It was almost as if he’d put that big thing up her ass. Her mouth was so dry she could scarcely speak. Miss Evans spoke in a whisper. “Mrs. Kirsch will typically butt-plug a girl before she is whipped. It primes and readies her for the cock and enhances the sting of the whip. Watch and listen, Hallie. Don’t make a sound or move a muscle. Remain perfectly still and simply observe. Take the scene into yourself as if it were being done to you.” Miss Evans’ hand brushing her vest aside startled Hallie. When Miss Evans’ fingertips teased Hallie’s nipples, hardening them and triggering her milk, she stared straight ahead. As her milk let down, she remembered she’d not pumped in the past hour. The pressure and ache in her swollen breasts increased and her nipples began to drip. Her thighs grew damp. She watched the young man set his feet and lift his arm. At the first stinging lash of the whip and Claire’s primal scream, Hallie nearly climaxed. Her senses were elevated now, razor sharp. Miss Evans’ hands were at her breasts and nipples now, squeezing the milk from her breasts, urging her to orgasm. She’d never felt such exquisitely intense pain and joy. Miss Evans murmured something and pinched her nipples so hard Hallie let out a cry that lifted the young man’s head and made him pause. Seeing Miss Evans, he waved at her, then proudly went back to work with his whip. Miss Evans lifted Hallie’s breast to her lips and began to suckle. Hallie instinctively pulled up Miss Evans’ skirt and slid her hand between her heated thighs. The joy she felt at fingering her mistress’ pussy pushed her over the edge. She was unaware she’d pulled up her own skirt. Wide-eyed and unseeing, her mind filled with the awful sounds of the whip, Claire’s muted screams, and Miss Evans at her breast, suckling away her milk…
When the young man finally stopped the whipping, Miss Evans seemed not to notice. She continued to nurse while Hallie watched the young man unzip his jeans and with some difficulty extract his huge erect cock. Immersed in a fog of erotic bliss and Miss Evans’ lips at her breast, Hallie stared at the bobbing bulbous head of the young man’s cock. He spread Claire’s cheeks, extracted her butt-plug, and shoved his cock into her backside. The hapless girl’s eyes bloomed in fright and fresh pain. He had her by her hips and was fucking her unmercifully, laughing and talking while his faithful little camera operator captured the scene. When he rose on his toes, juddered, and emptied himself into her, he threw back his head and howled like a wolf in rut. His voice masked Claire’s muffled screams. His wolf cries lifted Miss Evans’ head from Hallie’s breast. She glanced out the window and then at Hallie. Her hair was a mess. Her lips were foamed and creamy. Milk dripped from her chin. She didn’t seem to care. A smile fluttered over her face and she shivered through another climax as Hallie worked her fingers. Sensing the moment, Hallie took charge. She settled her mistress back into her lap and put her back to her breast. When Miss Evans had taken her breast and her milk was once more coursing through her nipple, Hallie returned to Nirvana. I’m reduced to wet-nursing and serving my mistress. Can it get any better? Mrs. Kirsch? The young man? What lies ahead inside that gray stone mansion? Awash in ecstasy, Hallie had never felt so fulfilled. She silently thanked Miss Evans. Loving another woman and nursing were wonderfully new experiences. Breast-feeding Miss Evans gave her more pleasure than she could have imagined. She was filled with a sense of ineffable well being. Friday morning in the cafeteria had been the low point – she’d thought there was nowhere to go to escape. Nothing made sense. Now, she understood. Miss Evans had taken her in hand and given her new direction, a renewed lease on life. Miss Evans had completed her. There was still the question of what would happen when Miss Evans left her here. Hallie decided to trust and surrender to the moment. She held Miss Evans to her breast and prayed she’d nurse until she had nothing left to give.
Continued in Part Four
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