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Hallie, Hither & Gone - Part 6 |
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By Nigel McParr
Over the next several months, Hallie settled into her new life at Hither & Gone. She had not seen Miss Evans since she’d first left her with Madame Kirsch. Her boss was receding into memory, as if now she was in a different place and time. When she thought of Miss Evans, it was becoming harder to conjure up her image. Cook had seen to it that she gained weight through her bust and hips, and bottom. Her face was softer and prettier now. Her cheeks had grown rosy and full. Her eyes grew wet and her ripe lips glistened when she thought of taking Greg’s cock. She had taken on a pouty little girl look that Miss Evans would have loved. Cook had artfully plumped out her breasts, hips, thighs, and buttocks and maintained the same diminutive waist she’d had when Miss Quinn had first brought her to Hither & Gone. Her breasts were even larger now, so heavy with milk they hung well below her waist. Cook had had to put a larger creamer tray on her to support her bosom when she did creamer duty at breakfast time In her capacity as Madame Kirsch’s assistant, Madame Kirsch had insisted she take her son Greg completely into her charge. Madame Kirsch told her to treat him with a mixture of understanding and firmness. Madame Kirsch gave her a small whip and told her to get busy on Greg’s backside. She was to offer him no quarter. She could put him in the stocks at her discretion. At first, Hallie wasn’t sure she could assume a truly dominant role in Greg’s life. With Cook’s and Madame Kirsch’s support and instruction, she found a new direction and firmness she hadn’t known she possessed. Madame Kirsch had warned her in the process of managing him; she might fall in love with him. So far, that had not happened. She was thoroughly enjoying her first real subjugation, but in no way was she infatuated with him. At the same time and not surprisingly, Greg had fallen in love with her. He amused and satisfied her. He had become her precious toy. He was her lost little boy and she was his guiding light. He would have walked off a cliff for her and she respected that. His capitulation enhanced and fueled her desire to dominate every aspect of his life. It was apparent now Greg needed more attention and control than his mother could afford to give him. She was too busy running Hither & Gone to be that involved in her son’s day-to-day management. Hallie had stepped in with a relish, praying Miss Evans would be proud of the way she’d taken charge. She took away his whip, but was careful never to deride him. She used her discipline to teach rather than diminish. She spanked and whipped him with maternal-like love and insight. He responded to that, which made her wet and even more determined to keep him under her thumb. She put him in the stocks and spread-eagled him between the same trees where she’d been cuffed. She was Miss Wilson now. Whip in hand, she regularly reminded Greg and the maids she managed, including Daisy who obsessively fawned over her now, they had better not forget who she was. She basked in their adoration, especially when Greg addressed her as Miss Wilson in front of the other girls. As his subjugation progressed, she increased the intensity of her discipline and her expectations. She set his punishment regimen and decided when she would allow him to sleep with her. It was a satisfying arrangement. To Hallie’s delight, Madame Kirsch paid little attention except to occasionally assess the state of her son’s manners and deportment.
One day unexpectedly, Quinn Evans returned. She had a new recruit in tow that sent a pang of jealousy through Hallie. Madame Kirsch did not tell Hallie that Quinn was coming nor had she told Quinn she’d promoted Hallie. When Hallie came into Madame Kirsch’s study one afternoon and found Miss Evans chatting away with Mrs. Kirsch, she was speechless. Miss Evans was as gorgeous as ever. God, how long had it been? Almost a year she quickly calculated. Her old feelings quickly returned. Quinn could not hide her surprise when she saw Hallie dressed in a staff uniform, heels, long wine red skirt, and sheer ivory blouse. Hallie caught her look of pride, desire, and the frank stare at her breasts as Quinn rose from her chair to kiss and hug her. Hallie was proud now, proud of her new status. She was no longer a creamer girl. Quinn looked at Eulah Kirsch for an explanation. Eulah smiled proudly. “You have done well, Quinn. I have promoted Hallie. She is my assistant now. She supervises Greg and my household staff. Quinn was pleased and obviously aroused. She took Hallie’s face into her hands and gave her a long sensuous kiss. Mrs. Kirsch shook her head. “It’s too early in the day to send you two love birds up to bed for the night.” Hallie and Quinn laughed at that. Quinn said, “Hallie, why don’t you put Greg in the stocks tonight?” Hallie blushed. “Oh, don’t give me that look, young lady. We both know we need to make up for lost time.”
The next day after breakfast, Mrs. Kirsch called Quinn and Hallie into her study. She began by saying she wanted to thank them both for everything they had done for her and Hither & Gone. Then, she launched into the substance of the meeting. “I called you here because I want your thoughts on an idea that’s been rattling around my head for some time now. You both know I have a background in the film business. Before I created Hither & Gone, I wrote scripts, directed, even did some acting. However, I have never been a top banana. I have never produced a film and that’s the thorn in my paw. I have the money now to bankroll a production company. With Hallie doing such a masterful job of managing my household staff and my son, I am thinking it’s the right time for me to get back into the media business. We do a lot of punishment here. Little Mickey, my erstwhile gardener is actually a brilliant camera operator, He has videotaped of our punishment sessions. These videos are my property and they will remain so, locked in my private archive for my sole enjoyment.’ “So, what are you proposing, Eulah?” Quinn asked with an edge of interest creeping into her voice. “Well, we have a readily available cast right here on the grounds. I’m thinking we could script and film videos. Greg may be my son, but he’s also a made-for-camera stud. He can perform in both dom and sub roles. Ditto for you two. I want you two to work to with me - become a part of this venture. There is lots of money to be made, ladies.” Quinn shrugged. “It’s a damn good idea. I’m in.” Hallie glanced thoughtfully at the other two women. “Honestly, Mrs. Kirsch, I don’t know. I know nothing of making videos…But then do I have a choice?” “Of course you don’t, darling. You will do exactly as we say.” Quinn smiled at that. She took Hallie’s hand in hers. “All right then, it’s settled. Tomorrow morning we’ll meet again to draft the outline of our first production. Until then, think on it and bring your ideas to the meeting. We will shoot our first video in the barn behind the house. We can also use the rest of the property.”
Greg as it turned out had a natural affinity for acting in front of a camera. Quinn and Hallie did most of the scripting. Eulah did the directing. Daisy turned out to be a talented submissive actress and a competent seamstress. She created many of the costumes and rummaged through the big house for fabrics, hats, and props. She volunteered her marketing expertise to help Mrs. Kirsch get the videos to market via specialty stores and the Internet. They built their first set inside the barn, a French provincial bedroom complete with an elaborate canopied bed, furniture, and a conspicuous display of whips and straps. A padded horse with cuffed restraints stood away from the bed. Hallie and Greg were standing behind the camera beside Mrs. Kirsch. Hallie had Greg’s hand clasped firmly in hers. Filming was underway and about to resume. “Miss Wilson,” Greg whispered, “I’m not sure….what I’m supposed to do in this scene.” “Just follow the script, Greg. Be yourself and do as I tell you. You’ll be fine.” Mrs. Kirsch lifted the whistle from her rolling bosom. “Quiet on the set, please!...Duchess of Ironia…Scene 6…take four…Rolling!”
On cue, the Duchess played by Quinn, came through an ivory door into the bedroom set. She was made up to look the part of a country matron somewhat older than she really was. Her eyes were deeply shadowed, outlined, and her cheeks brightly rouged. Daisy had tight-laced her into a vintage corset that further diminished her small waistline. She could scarcely breathe, but she loved how the corset pushed her generous breasts above the low square neckline to reveal most of her bosom. She went to a silken cord on the wall and tugged it twice. A moment later, the Duchess’ maid came into the room and curtseyed to her mistress. Hallie was so proud Eulah had cast one of her girls to play the maid’s part. The girl had just turned 18. She was bursting with youth and health; high firm breasts, ebony hair, soft brown eyes, a full mouth, and rich caramel skin. Her bottom was perfect for the film; so wide and full, begging for the lash. Hallie loved whipping this one. She could withstand an inordinately long session with her whip or her strap. The Duchess began to scold her maid in a harsh convincing tone. When she announced the maid had behaved badly and was due for a good whipping, the maid broke into tears. Off-camera, Eulah silently applauded that bit of spontaneity. Still holding Greg’s hand, Hallie watched with mounting excitement as the Duchess arranged her maid on the big horse. The maid was quivering as she buckled her limbs to the horse. She lifted the girl’s skirt and petticoat and opened the seat of her drawers to reveal her plump buttocks. The maid began to whimper. Hallie knew the girl was not acting. She was genuinely afraid of what was to come. And well she should be The Duchess took her time selecting a crop from the assortment of implements on the wall. She swished it through the air while she lectured her maid. Everyone on the set, including Eulah, held their breath as the Duchess drew back the crop and delivered the first whistling stroke. The maid jumped in pain. When Hallie saw the welt, she nearly wet her pants. She could feel Greg empathizing with the maid and that pleased her. Greg was a fool, but he had a big heart. “Greg,” she whispered. “You’re on. Go!” Dressed as the Duchess’ husband, Greg came into the set. He stood silently, watching his wife stripe her maid’s bottom. The Duchess said, “Even after a lengthy cropping, my husband, I respectfully conclude it will be difficult to wear out this one’s bottom.” Greg nodded and secretly wished Miss Wilson would allow him to crop and fuck her backside. The maid was a good actress and she was feeling the pain. While the Duchess whipped her, Hallie noticed her eyes had misted over. It wasn’t clear what was causing her tears: the severity of the whipping or her excitement at being whipped. When the duchess finally stopped the whipping, Greg bowed to her and said, “Well done, my dear. Such a well-striped bottom begs to be buggered. You may release her. Tonight, I shall have her backside for dessert.” “Cut!” Eulah called out. Still on the set, Quinn leveled her crop at Hallie and said with a smile. “Your turn is coming, Miss Hallie…”
He undressed her slowly, savoring the swell of her hips and the sway of her breasts. His lips grazed the cotton camisole covering her swollen breasts and nipples. Hallie was eager, wanted to take him into her mouth and suck him dry. Quinn’s and Eulah’s coaching in the art of sucking off a cock was paying off. One by one, he pulled off her boots and slid down her jeans to expose her peach-colored thong. Her underwear embarrassed her. She wore practical cotton underpants now. Thongs were for submissive little girls who worked in offices and went to movies with their boyfriends who invariably felt them up during the show. Quinn and Eulah had insisted on the thong. Now she knew why. They simply knew more about men than she did. She sensed his arousal at her next-to-nothing underwear and the scent of her that clung to the sheer fabric. She was no longer conscious of the unblinking red eye on the camera. She gave herself over to lovemaking, delighting in the inexpert way her charge ran his hands over her body. Her thong came down with a sigh. As she stepped out of the undergarment, he pressed the thong to his nostrils, inhaling her essence. He knelt before her then, took her by her hips, and pressed his open mouth into the damp bloom of her sex. She was beside herself. She could barely stand his touch much less his tongue worming its way into her. She thought she might have an orgasm before they even got to the spanking part of the scene. When he finally got up and sat on the bed, his cock had sprouted like a tree. He said, “My mom suggested I buy a hairbrush.” “Did you?” Hallie whispered. “Actually, she went out and found one for me.” “I’d have helped her pick it out - a nice big one.” He shrugged. “Moms know best. It is on the bureau. Bring it to me.” She didn’t mind being spanked with the hairbrush. Sometimes she needed a good spanking. The hairbrush was beautifully made of curly maple. It was big and heavy and varnished to a fault. She held onto it for a second to let the camera zoom in for a close-up before she handed it over to Greg. She knew it would hurt. She put the thought out of her mind and gave him the hairbrush. He would pay dearly tonight for his acting episode. She whimpered as he gently carefully laid her over his lap. “My mother said I’d enjoy spanking you. I can see now she was right.” “No…Please…” she whispered and put a pout on her face. “That’s enough. You’re going to get what you have coming, young lady.” She nearly laughed at the line. Greg was so serious. He began with a noisy smack that caused Hallie’s body to stiffen. She hadn’t expected him to spank so hard nor had she expected it to sting like a branding iron. This was like the old days, when Quinn had taken her over her lap. By the third smack, she couldn’t help herself. She began to shriek. She stiffened and kicked with each successive spank. When she brought her hand back to protect her burning bottom, Greg did what she did. He grabbed her hand. He continued to spank her while she tried to free herself. “Settle down, girl!”
He
tightened his grip. As strong as she was, she was unable to wriggle
away from the rain of smacks igniting her blazing bottom. It was as
if her seat was on fire. “Not until I’ve warmed your ass real good.” “I’ll be a good girl.”
“We’ll
see about that.” shade of red. When he finally laid down the hairbrush and let her off his lap, her bottom and thighs were swollen, marked, and sore. Her hair was a mess. Her eyes wet with tears. Eye shadow ran down her cheeks. She looked like a befuddled little girl. Overcome by the spanking, Hallie hoped she could remember her lines. It hurt to bend down and kiss him.
“Thank
you, Curt,” she whispered. “I needed a good hard spanking. You spank
as hard as my mother and my older sister. You’re every bit as good
as they are. Please continue to spank me when I need it.” Hallie lay on the bed and watched Greg undress. She stared unabashedly at his huge cock. Were all men that big? He got into bed and cupped her milky breasts in his hands and nibbled at her ear lobes, which drove her crazy. He straddled her torso and spread her thighs. Directly above her face she saw the head of his bobbing cock. It was already glimmering. The cameraman expertly caught it from the side, shooting her facial profile and his huge cock inches from her lips. She let out a little shriek when he began to tongue the moist silky folds of her sex. His cock hung suspended like a tantalizing piece of fruit above her. When his tongue entered her, she took hold of his rigid cock and struggled to stuff its fat heat into her mouth. She knew Greg didn’t have long. She had to slow the blowjob. She gently lifted his hips away from her, signaling him to slow down. Meanwhile, he continued to work his tongue deeper into her. She thrust her thighs up and into him, screaming unabashedly as he brought her to one orgasm after another. He gave her his oral gift of tongue and mouth several more times before he finally realized she wanted him to follow the script. He had to begin fucking her. She was enjoying the scene immensely. She lay as limp as a rag with her great breasts sprawled across her chest while Greg turned end for end and began to ride her like she was a pony. Even though she was drenched with her own juices, his colossal straining cock was hard as granite. She knew it would hurt like hell when he entered her. The camera microphone picked up her exclamation as he lowered his hips and let the gleaming bald tip of his cock wet with pre-ejaculate nudge like a beagle at her sex. Hallie lifted her head. “Curt, you’re too damn big! You can’t possibly fit that big thing inside me.” Greg leaned down to shush her with a kiss. She could taste herself on his lips. The big ham was turning into a natural actor. “You’re a big girl. Now just lie still and let me fuck you.” Hallie nodded demurely and closed her eyes. “Yes. Please fuck me, Curt. Please push and push until your whole thing is in me. I don’t care how much it hurts.” “That’s my girl.” As he lowered himself into the velvety warmth of her thighs, he nearly came at the first liquid press of her hot flesh. Excited by the prospect of hurting her, he could feel Hallie trying to open herself up to the head of his cock. Her tightness was delicious. It reminded him how it would feel if she would ever allow him again to butt-fuck her. God that would be a glorious day. He teased the head of his cock into her. Her head swung from side to side. She was moaning now, oblivious to him and the camera. Her whole being came down to the thrusts of his cock. With each stroke, the head of his cock inched deeper. It excited him that he was able to please her so. Pleasing and satisfying her had become his life. Hallie was adrift now, her pain mitigated by the waves of pleasure washing over her. “More, darling…Oh, please…more…” Greg’s mouth closed over her distended milky nipple as he thrust deeper. She felt her milk release at the press of his lips. His suckling and the flow of her milk enhanced her joy. At her first shudder, his cock stiffened and grew thicker. Her breasts were singing now as the milk ran. He cursed. She cried out, “Not yet!” She opened her eyes wide, unseeing. “Goddamn, you’re as big as a truck!” The ribbed texture of his rock-hard cock rasped at the tunnel of her sex, triggering another orgasm. “C-Curt,” she gasped. “You’re a fucking stallion!” No longer able to wait, Greg let his cock run. He pushed himself deep into her. His heavy scrotum slapped into her. She was impaled and utterly helpless! She thrashed back and forth, rolling her breasts, unaware now of anything but the boy-man on top of her. His cock was a hound eager for release. She felt every throb and pulse. She knew he was close. He was holding himself in as long he could. “Curt,” she whispered. “Please, I’m ready.” He planted his groin hard against the fleshy mound of her sex. When his cock filled her belly, Hallie nearly passed out. Orgasmic waves of pleasure rippled through her. She screamed, but her voice seemed miles away. As he met the upward push of her hips, it was finally too much. His cock swelled, throbbed and burst, jetting a pulsating stream of semen into her. At his first spurt, Hallie pulled him down into her breasts and clamped her legs around him. He was like a goddamn bull. She held him tightly until she had completely drained him. She looked up at him. Her eyes and her smile said it all. For now, while the camera was rolling, she was his property. He could do with her as he wished. He looked down at her with a lazy smile. “I’m not through with you yet. I haven’t fucked your backside. We’ll do that tomorrow night. Hallie wriggled her legs with delight. “Curt, yes!” She gazed naughtily into his eyes. “I was hoping you’d say that.” “Cut!’ Eulah Kirsch walked into the scene with the script in her hand. “That was wonderful, you two. We got it all on the first take. Hallie, dear, now that Greg is in the right frame of mind, are you ready to shoot the butt-fuck scene?” Hallie laughed. “Are you kidding? I need a couple of hours in a hot shower. And so does Greg.” “All right, we’ll shoot that scene after lunch. Break time,” she called to the crew.
“Oh dear,” Hallie whispered as Greg arranged her on her knees on the bed with her wrists bound to the corner posts at the head of the bed. Strapped to the bed with her bare buttocks poised high in the air. Hallie felt helpless and exposed. She rarely allowed Greg to butt-fuck her, which was exactly why Eulah had selected her for the role. The tips of her engorged breasts brushed the bed sheet. They positively ached for relief. The warm drip of her milk dampened the sheet. Greg got on the bed and knelt behind her. He took by the hips and held her tightly. “Now, little lady, let’s see how you enjoy this.’ She moaned in real fright as his huge lubricated cock slid between her fleshy buttocks. “Omigod,” she whispered, as he teased her taut anus with the bulb-head of his cock. She didn’t know Eulah had given her son a silent nod. He entered her with one hard thrust that drew a sharp cry from her taut lips. “Omigod, Curt, what’s to become of me?” she whimpered as the script directed.
When Eulah’s films had begun to fill the distribution pipeline and money was coming in, she held a private dinner with Quinn. She told Quinn of her plans for Hallie. Given those plans, she asked Quinn what she thought of asking Madame Lafarge to dry up Hallie’s milk. Quinn said it was worth a try. The old gypsy had been able to do it once or twice before. “I think it’s time,” Eulah said.
The night Quinn and Hallie returned to the carnival grounds where Madame Lafarge had worked her magic on Hallie’s breasts, it seemed like a hundred years ago that Quinn had brought her here. It was a warm balmy night. The stars were out and the moon was full, a huge silvery disk hanging in the darkened sky. The carnival grounds were packed with people. The two women walked slowly from the car. Hallie was frightened and unsure of what was going to happen when they entered the gypsy’s tent. When Hallie sat down with Madame Lafarge in the flickering candlelight, she was shaking. Madame Lafarge smiled at her and took her hand. “You’ve come a long way, Hallie Wilson. You have been blessed and I am proud of what you have accomplished. The reversal doesn’t work for all girls, but in your case I am confident Goddess is with us.” “Thank you Madame.’ “Hallie, I have something to tell you. Did you know you are with child?’ Hallie stared at the toothless old woman. “I’m not…I can’t be…” Madame Lafarge shook her head. “You are pregnant, Hallie. I am never wrong about that. I can feel it in your hands and in your pulse. Do you still want me to take away your milk? You are going to need it.” Hallie thought of Greg, her beloved boy, how he loved to nurse. Now she was pregnant. “No, Madame,” she said, looking straight into the gypsy’s eyes. “I don’t want you take away the gift of my milk. I want to keep it for my baby and Greg.” “A wise choice, Hallie. May Goddess be with you.” Hallie walked out of the tent, feeling euphoric at what was growing inside her - Greg’s child. Nothing could have made her happier. She could hardly wait to tell Eulah she was going to become a grandmother. Quinn was there waiting for her. Hallie told her everything. The two women hugged for a very long moment. Both were crying. “Hallie, I need to tell you something: Eulah will be moving on to other venues. God knows what. She has such an inventive mind and she certainly has enough money to do whatever she wants. When she leaves, she wants you to take over Hither & Gone as her designated successor. Congratulations, darling.” “Quinn, no way! What about you? You’re far more qualified.” “First, I don’t want that job. I told Eulah my job is in the outside world recruiting. I love bringing in new girls. It’s what I do best. Second, you are mothering Greg now. You are all over that boy. Third, you are pregnant with his child and that makes Eulah your mother-in-law. Fourth, you know the operation of Hither & Gone much better than I do. You are by far the best candidate. Now that you’re pregnant, will you marry Greg?” Hallie looked at her friend and nodded. “Only if Eulah grants her permission.” “Are you kidding? She’s had you in mind all along. She loves you. You’ve become the daughter she never had.” “I want the wedding to take place in the big house. It is my home. I feel content and fulfilled there.” “Boy or girl?” “I’d love a boy. Can two boys under foot be much more trouble than one?” “Definitely, not for you, dearest. Put Greg on diaper duty. Oh, I am so happy for you, Hallie. You’re one of us now.” “Thanks, Quinn. I hope it lasts forever. Hey, I’m eating for two now. Come on. I’ll buy us some caramel corn.” Hand in hand, the two women strolled into the night to the tinny sounds of a Strauss waltz emanating from the merry-go-round. The End
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