Hallie, Hither & Gone - Part 5

By Nigel McParr
von_souppe @ hotmail . com
Copyright 2010 by Nigel McParr, all rights reserved.

Inside her study with the door closed, Eulah Kirsch gave Quinn a long motherly hug. She invited Quinn to sit down beside her on the leather sofa. The older woman poured them both several fingers of very old brandy. Cupping her glass, Eulah leaned back into the sofa and crossed her legs.

“Damn you, Quinn. I swear you get more voluptuous every time I see you. Madame Lafarge was at her best when she did you. I mean look at those boobs. They are already at your waist and look like they’re still growing. You’re the best looking and best damn recruiter I’ve ever had and you just seem to get younger in the process.”

Quinn lifted her snifter of smoky brandy to her lips. She smiled at Eulah over the rim of her glass. “Dear Eulah, I do appreciate the compliment and I’ll add you look mighty fine yourself. I’d kill of those legs of yours. Still, we both know neither one of us is getting any younger. I am so grateful for Madame Lafarge. She is a wonderful woman and skilled in the black arts. She told me in her native Romania they once tried to hang her as a witch. She is a true saint and a miracle worker. As for my recruiting efforts, I’ll admit at times it’s been tedious, but the benefits far outweigh the problems.”

The brandy was working. Quinn felt herself slipping into a relaxed state. She had finally reached a point with Eulah where the two women were on equal footing. Over the years she’d worked with Eulah, she’d sometimes wondered if it would ever happen.  However, Quinn could see it now in Eulah’s eyes. They were no longer teacher and student. They had become close friends. She smiled at her mentor. “I love it when you flatter me, Miz K. As always, it will get you everywhere.”

“Look, why don’t you just move out here? You don’t need that job. You certainly don’t need the money. I pay you very well and you’re worth every damn penny. I have everything you need right here. Plenty of girls and if you need a big cock, there is always my erstwhile son Greg. Get rid of your car. I’ll provide a driver and a limo.”

 “I just may do that, but first I have my eye on a fresh recruit at the firm. She’s getting closer to an appointment with Madame Lafarge. By the way, I’ve decided to stay the night, perhaps two if you don’t mind. I’d like to have Daisy. She needs - well, she needs to be taken over my lap. Of course I am more than happy to oblige her and fuck her brains out when I get done tanning her hide.”

Eulah Kirsch laughed. She set down her glass and got to her feet. “Of course you can have her - as long you want.”

“So what will you do with my new girl Hallie? She’s a sweet thing with the most fuck-able ass. She has gorgeous boobs and enough milk for two sets of triplets. Will you let Greg have her?”

“In time, yes. He’s been very disobedient, lately. I’ve had to whip him and put him in the stocks far too often lately. I’ve been depriving him and he’s getting mean - masturbation can only go so far.”

Quinn didn’t mention she’d seen Greg fucking the girl cuffed to the trees. She wondered if Eulah even knew what he’d been up to. The hell with it. It just didn’t matter right now.

“So this girl you brought with you…Hallie… she is lactating?”

“Mmm hmm. Her milk is like fresh cream, thick and sweet.”

Eulah laughed. “I’ll bet you’ve had your share.”

“I had to buy a breast pump on the way up here. That’s never happened to me before. She’s producing milk faster than I could pump or suckle it. 

“Well, that settles it. You know Cook has wicker caged my creamer. She’s on the kitchen ceiling and she’s going to be up there for a long time. Your timing is impeccable. Cook needs a new creamer. I’m sending Hallie to the kitchen. She’ll spend her mornings in the breakfast room with her arms bound behind her and those big luscious creamy tits on a tray. The rest of the day she’ll spend in the kitchen with Cook.”

“An old fashioned breakfast creamer-scullery maid, now that’s what I call effective utilization of your resources.”  

“Exactly. Would you send the girl in now?”

“Of course. I’ll find Daisy and see you tomorrow morning.”

“Sweet dreams, Quinn.”

When Quinn opened the door, she found Hallie in Daisy’s arms. Daisy had her tongue lodged halfway down Hallie’s throat. Quinn shook her head in disbelief. She ordered Hallie to wait beside the door and grabbed Daisy by the ear. She hauled her down the hallway, spanking her as she went and ignored her squeals. Eulah came to the door with a thick leather strap in her hand.

“Get in here, Hallie, and over the back of my sofa. You’re going to get a personal welcome to Hither & Gone and an introduction to my strap.”

Hallie’s screams and Eulah Kirsch’s stern voice floated into the darkened hallway. The strapping continued for what seemed like forever. The girls in their niches remained motionless while their excited whispers flew.

“My, isn’t Madame in fine form tonight?”

“Yeah, and did you see the tits on the new one?”

“There’ll be no boobs stretching for her.”

“She deserves every damn lick for making out with Daisy.”

“Daisy’s a bitch.”

“God, I love a good strapping.”

“Makes me hot.”

“I’d risk one of Mrs. Kirsch’s strappings to kiss that Daisy girl.”

“I won’t deny she is cute.”

“Pardon me, girls, but are we forgetting these weights? They make my breasts hurt.”

“The pain eventually goes away and then your tits will tingle like crazy.”

“Cook says I should be done soon. I mean they’re nearly at my navel.”

“I should be so lucky…”  

A warm rain was falling in a veiled mist. Ground fog shrouded the property. It was completely quiet - there were no other girls to be seen. When the weather was inclement, Madame Kirsch put the grounds girls to work in the big house and the laundry. Not a moment was ever wasted under Madame Kirsch’s dictatorship. She was punishing Hallie for her outburst, which was made even worse because Daisy her best friend and lover had run to Madame Kirsch and tattled on her just to see her punished.

She stood in the rain with her head down, her arms and legs stretched away from her sides. The maids had immobilized her, just as surely as those girls who stood stock-still in the breast-stretching niches.  Madame Kirsch had ordered her cuffed to a pair of young ash trees specifically planted for this purpose. The trees were located well away from and out of sight of the big house. The maids had taken away her vest, leaving her topless in a blue denim skirt. She stood beneath a thick canopy of over-arching elms and butternut trees, but the dense foliage could not keep out the rain. Her denim skirt was soaked. Her breasts were full and painfully swollen. Milk oozed and dripped from her erectile nipples, merging with the rivulets of rainwater that slithered down her breasts. Her nipples were incredibly sore. It had been an awful breakfast serving.

Every morning, Cook bound her arms behind her and hung a tray around her neck. She arranged Hallie’s heavy breasts on the tray, planted a bowl of sugar between her breasts, and stood her next to the coffee urn. As the breakfast room sugar and creamer, she had to remain perfectly still while staff and guests added her sugar and breast cream offerings to their coffee and cereal.

On this particular morning, Madame Kirsch’s frequent guest and benefactor Miss Petersen was in residence. She was an older woman, a thin and mean-looking woman with a penchant for wanting to see Madame Kirsch’s girls punished. She was smiling maliciously as she approached Hallie, clearly warning and frightening her. The older woman set her coffee on Hallie’s tray and took her distended nipples in her fingers. She deliberately twisted Hallie’s nipples hard in opposite directions. While she twisted, she loudly asked Hallie why she couldn’t draw cream. Hallie knew what she was up to. Mrs. Petersen didn’t want cream in her coffee. She wanted to hurt her and make a scene so Hallie would get it. Hallie held on as long as she could. Finally, the pain was too much. She let out a scream, which brought Madame Kirsch into the breakfast room. She apologized to Miss Petersen, then took Hallie into the kitchen and gave her to Cook. Cook laid her over one of her maple worktables and strapped her until she was sobbing. Cook then ordered two of her kitchen maids to take her out in the rain and cuff her between the ash trees. She would spend the day there to mull over her misbehavior.  

She lifted her head. Greg was coming through the trees. His plodding steps reminded her of a great lanky bull, anxious to fuck her but unsure of how to do that. The poor boor boy had inherited none of his mother’s Madame Kirsch’s intelligence. He had shoved his whip into his belt. He seemed not to even notice the rain.

“Why are you out here, Hallie?” he asked in a thick voice, dripping with his need to fuck her.

“Mrs. Petersen caused a scene this morning. She hurt me so I’d be punished. She pinched my nipples. They are so swollen and tender. Now they’re even worse. She did it deliberately, too. She wanted to hurt me. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I screamed. Your mother came in. Of course, I got a good strapping from Cook and now I’m out here.”

Greg nodded in sympathy. “Mrs. Petersen… she’s got a ton of money and thinks she can do anything. She’s a royal pain in the ass. She wanted me to fuck her. I told my mother no way. Hell, I couldn’t even get it up for that old crone.”

“What did your mother do?”

“What she always does. She put me in the stocks for the day. Doesn’t matter though. I still won’t fuck that craggy bitch.”

“We’re like peas in a pod, Greg.”

He looked at her hard through the falling rain. Droplets glimmered on his long brows. “Can I touch your tits, Hallie? I mean like would you mind? I won’t if you say no.”

 His voice telegraphed something to her she hadn’t really quite yet figured out about him. She realized in spite of his bravado and that whip in his belt he was still a little boy inside and he was afraid of her. She felt herself emerging and coming into her own as she smiled at him. “You may touch my breasts, Greg, but please don’t pinch my nipples. They are just too sore.” Greg carefully ran a tentative fingertip over Hallie’s swollen breasts. The graze of his calloused fingertips sent shivers of excitement coursing through her.

“Sweet Jesus,” he moaned. He lifted her breasts in his huge hands as if they were crystalline glass. He lowered his face into them, pressing them into his cheeks. His thumbs nudged her nipples, sending little bolts of excitement deep into her chest. In spite of their tenderness, she wanted him to suckle away some of her burden of milk. She didn’t have to ask. He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked hungrily. “You taste like heavy cream,” he whispered. 

Her sex was throbbing now. She imagined his great thrusting cock buried deep in inside her. “Remove my skirt, Greg.”

His hands shook as he unbuttoned the wet fabric at her waist. He carefully lowered the sodden skirt over the swell of her hips, neatly arranging it around the spread of her cuffed ankles. “I want you to play with my pussy, Greg. Tease it. Make it come alive. Make it nice and wet and I don’t mean rain water.”

Her forceful air and commands clearly excited him. She relished her growing control as he bent to fondle the fleshy mound of her sex. He was like a child, exploring his mother’s body. His hesitation delighted and aroused her. She wanted this man-child between her thighs. She recalled Miss Evan’s words, “…all Greg wants is to get his torpedo cock up your ass…”

“Does your mother know you’re out here, Greg?”

He stiffened in defiance, sputtering in feigned bravado, “Fuck that! Fuck her!”

“I know how you feel, Greg, but does she know? You’d better be careful. Your mother will punish you severely. Do you have her express permission to be out here with me? If you don’t, you shouldn’t be here. She won’t be happy. Even though I won’t tell her, she will find out and she will punish you.”

Even with the rain falling on his face, she could see he was beginning to cry. “I just want to fuck you,” he cried out. “Is that too much to ask? I know I’m not smart or handsome, but I have a big cock and a warm heart…I like you, Hallie. I like you a lot. You’re so sweet and nice to me. You’re not like the other girls.”

Hallie could feel the growing change going on inside her. Her feelings were suddenly clarified, washed clean by the falling rain. It was clear now who she could become under Madame Kirsch’s tutelage.

Miss Evans…I love you…

“Get in front of me, Greg, on your knees and worship my pussy.” He looked at her curiously, unsure of her new tone. “What did I just tell you, little boy? You should be in diapers if you don’t understand,. If I were free, I’d use that whip in your belt to teach you a good lesson in obedience. Now get on your knees and be quick about it. Worship your superior! Use your tongue and your mouth like your mother must have taught you.” 

Greg hesitated. Still locked in her gaze, he sank slowly to his knees. He took hold of her hips while he eased his face into the shadowy triangle at the peak of her thighs. She heard his moan and then he opened his mouth and gently sucked the outer lips of her sex between his lips and into his mouth.

Crazed with pent-up desire, Hallie thrust her hips into him, urging him on, ordering him to bury his tongue. She could not see his cock, but she knew it must be the size of a tree limb. The first orgasm shook her to her core. She threw back her head and shrieked like an eagle each successive time he brought her to the brink.

When she finally let him up, she was hanging limp in her restraints. He stood in front of her, waiting for her to tell him what to do, half-smiling and as eager to please her as an old dog.

“Get behind me now and use your whip. Stripe me good. I want your mother to see you gave me a damn good whipping.’

“But then she’ll put me in the stocks,” he protested.

“Of course she will. It’s where you belong. You’ve been very naughty, Greg. You disobeyed your mother. I know how much you like to use your whip on a girl’s bottom. What you really need is someone other than your mother, a strong younger woman to love, guide, and punish you. A woman who will keep you on the path of righteousness. Now, get to it! Whip my ass good and forget about what your mother might do to you later.”

He began slowly, applying his whip in light strokes that tickled more than hurt her. “Harder!” she shrieked. “I want welts and bruises.” He stepped up the intensity  and it began to hurt. She winced but endured each bite of the whip tendrils. As the whipping went on, her pain turned to pleasure. The radiant joy in her sex merged with the waves of pain spreading through her thighs and buttocks and drove her into in ecstasy.

Sweet Jesus…I have never experienced anything like this. Thank you, Miss Evans and Madame Kirsch…I owe you... 

When her pleasure had begun to wane and she’d accumulated enough evidence on her backside for Greg’s mother to send him to the stocks, she ordered him to stop. He was breathing heavily.

“I’m sorry, Miss Hallie. I should not have done that.”

“You didn’t whip me because you wanted to. You whipped me because I ordered you. Show me your cock.”

Blushing like a girl, he extracted his cock from his sodden jeans. It sprang out of his fly like a coiled spring. Hallie’s brows rose. “Shit, Greg, I had no idea how big you were. Wow! This will be a treat.” He grinned idiotically at her. She wondered if he even understood how big he was. “Now, get behind me and spread my cheeks. Be gentle. My ass cheeks are sore. Hold your cock out to the rain. Soak it good. I want it nice and slippery before you start up my backside.”  

Spraddled between the trees with her buttocks and thighs apart, Hallie fought off a split-second sense of fright and helplessness. She had never been butt-fucked before. Her engorged breasts still ached. She could feel the warm tingle of milk seeping from her nipples. Greg was behind her, warming her with his body. As quickly as his hands eased her bottom cheeks apart, his hard-ridged cock nosed into the succulent flesh of her buttocks.

“Omigod,” she whispered. He teased the rubbery flesh of her sphincter with the bulbous head of his cock, then, at her urging, he thrust hard and entered her. He was so big and it hurt so, she had to scream. In her delirium, she saw Miss Evans, watching intently with parted lips.

Several months later, Madame Kirsch summoned Hallie into her study. “Hallie, I don’t know what you’ve done with my son, but I am very pleased with the change in his behavior. When I asked him, he said it’s all due to you. What in the world is going on here?”

Hallie drew in a breath. In that instant, she decided to tell her mistress the truth. She related how Greg had come out to her on the grounds after Miss Petersen had hurt her breasts. She let him up her backside and she realized he wanted to submit to her. He wanted her to tell him what to do. So, she took the cue and went from there.

“I have no idea how it happened, Madame Kirsch. I seem to have wrapped your son around my little finger and he’s not fighting me. He’s a good boy. I’ve taught him to respect the other girls, leave them alone, and most importantly respect them and me. I really like him. Begging your pardon, but in my opinion, he’s like a little boy trapped in a man’s body. I seem to be able to bring out that little boy and work with him, make him obey me.”

“You’ve done well with him. All the girls have mentioned his change in attitude toward them.”

“Thank you, Madame, however, it goes without saying you have already done the lion’s share of Greg’s upbringing. I attribute his behavior improvement more to you and the times you’ve put him in the stocks than anything I have done.”

 “I would agree I have laid the groundwork for my son’s submission. However, I’m not so sure, Hallie, you are giving yourself enough credit. I think you have a special influence over Greg, a certain way with the boy I do not have. Perhaps it’s because you are not his mother. You have grown an awful lot since coming here. You have an aura of take-charge confidence about you that I like.”

“Why, thank you-”

Eulah Kirsch held up her hand, silencing Hallie.  “I’ve been thinking hard about your future. I have decided to make you my assistant. As part of that new role , you will assume day-to-day supervision and training of my son.”

The announcement stunned Hallie. For a moment, she was at a loss for words. “I’ll do my best, Madame Kirsch, but please understand I cannot guarantee an outcome.”

“I’m glad you said that, Hallie. I would have been concerned if you hadn’t. I can’t predict the future either. We simply do our best and that is exactly what you have been doing. You will have a room of your own where I expect you’ll do much of Greg’s discipline and you-know-what-else. Your supervisory position will enhance your status here.”

“Thank you, Madame, I can scarcely believe my good fortune-”

“If you continue as I expect, in a few months I’ll place some of the maid staff, including Daisy, in your charge. You will see to their discipline and welfare and I will not require you to check in with me before you whip them or send them to the trees. By the way, I’ve noticed Miss Daisy has developed quite a crush on you.”