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The Birthday Gift - Part 4
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The Birthday Gift, Part 4 (Saturday Night 8:30 pm)
On Josephine's instructions, Patricia went to the library
after dinner. An elaborate stereo system played Vivaldi's
Concerto V in F Major. Wearing yet another outfit selected for her
(a high-collared white lace dress with a cross-tie bodice and
billowy sleeves, and old-fashioned black lace boots), Trish
scanned the titles on the oak bookshelves.
There were the usual titles: De Sade's "Histoire de Juliette"
and "Philosophie dans le Boudoir," Marburger's "Bondage Fantasies
in Popular Entertainment," and "Sex-Pol, La Revolucion Sexual," by
Reich. There were many books by an author Trish had never heard
of, Julio Aray ("Sadismo en la Ensenanza," "Sendero del Alma"),
and a large collection of titles in Latin ("Clavicula de
Salomonis," "De Vermis Mysteriis" by Ludwig von Prinn), as well as
several heavy black leather books bearing no title at all, locked
away in a glass case in the corner.
Trish pulled out the "Philosophie," curled up her legs on a
divan, lit a cigarette and started to read. It was dusk; a cool
breeze blew in from the open balcony door. Catherine came in a
little later with a large glass of hot brandy and left silently.
A half hour later, Catherine returned. "Mistress Josephine
is ready for you," she said. Trish closed the book and followed
her up the stairs to the master bedroom.
Josie stood by the bed. She wore a jet-black, skintight
rubber wetsuit, complete with neoprene gloves and boots. A large
utility belt encircled her thin waist, on which were attached
several coils of nylon rope, a tool pouch, and a slim black
holster. On the outside of her right lower leg was a pencil thin
dagger held in a thick rubber scabbard.
"Undress her," Josie ordered Catherine. The maid undid the
laces to Trish's dress and lifted it off of her, while Josie
prepared an outfit similar to her own.
Trish's undergarments were removed. She now stood nude
before the other two women. While Josie watched, Catherine helped
Trish into the wetsuit. It was very tight, and Catherine
struggled with the front zipper. She was finally able to pull it
all the way up.
Josie ran her hands over Trish. "How does the suit feel?"
"Very constricting," Trish said. "I love it!"
Catherine knelt to strap on a dagger on her leg while Josie
swung a utility belt around her waist and buckled it tightly.
Trish's belt held more coils of rope and a pair of black
waterproof binoculars.
Josie stepped back. "Perfect," she said. "Catherine, have
the driver come around front."
Catherine bowed and closed the door behind her.
Josie turned to Trish and pulled her close. She outlined the
plan quickly. "This adventure will be a little...risky," she
said. "Are you okay with this?"
For an answer, Trish covered Josie's mouth with her own,
squeezing her breasts against Josie's, her hands sliding down on
Josie's smooth round ass. My God, Josie thought, she's
insatiable!
Josie pulled away laughingly. "This is 'le plus delicieuse'
for you, isn't it?"
Trish stood panting, her eyes locked on Josie's. She looked
hungry.
Josie took her hand. "There'll be time for that later.
afterwards."
The car took them to a deserted private pier about thirty
miles distant. Josie whispered instructions to the chauffeur,
then they both got out and watched the car drive away.
Josie caught Trish's arm. "This is very important," she said
in a low voice. "You have to be absolutely quiet. Do everything
I tell you."
Trish nodded, her eyes glowing in the night like a cat's.
They walked down the pier to where a large Zodiac was tied.
Josie went in first, then held out her hand to support Trish.
Once in, they both undid the ropes, and Josie started the motor.
It was an electric twin-blade engine -- very quiet.
The small boat pulled away from the pier, turned south, and
headed down the river. There was no other traffic that Trish
could see (it was a moonless night), and except for the quiet
humming of the motor, completely silent.
They travelled like that for almost an hour, Trish leaning
down in front, her fingers gripping the side of the raft, Josie
sitting up in the rear, handling the rudder. Josie watched with
amusement as Trish's fought the urge to slide her hands between
her legs, only to pull them out.
They were gliding through a private inlet off of the main
Intercoastal Waterway; most of the houses were dark, but presently
Josie made out a large estate about a mile ahead and off to their
right, obscured by a row of hedges. She nudged Trish's leg and
pointed. "There."
When they had reached the estate, Josie cut the motor and
guided the raft up to the shore. The two women got out, and after
Josie had secured the raft, began making their way up toward the
huge house, moving between the hedges.
Josie turned back to Trish and motioned her to stop and
kneel. They were now on a hill overlooking the house. Fifty
yards in front of them, they saw an olympic-sized swimming pool.
Two women hung on the side of the pool.
Josie looked at her watch. "Good," she said, "we're right on
schedule." To Trish: "Hand me your binoculars."
Josie watched the scene for a few moments, then handed the
glasses back to Trish. "See the taller woman?"
Trish focused in on the pool. There was a tall blonde woman
wearing a yellow thong bikini. Her friend wore a white one piece
suit, her hair short, like a man's. Both had incredible bodies.
As Trish watched, the friend set a drink down on the side of the
pool and wrapped her legs around the blonde.
"The blonde is our...target," Josie explained. "In about
fifteen minutes, she'll turn out the back lights and go in the
house."
Trish, still looking through the binoculars, asked, "What
about the other one?"
"I'll take care of her. The blonde is yours."
"Alright -- she's getting out now."
As Trish watched, the blonde climbed out of the pool, dried
herself, and donned a silk peignoir. She said something to her
friend, went to the patio, and cut the pool lights save for one
underwater beam. Then she went into the house and began turning
off the inside lights. The friend got out and laid down on her
stomach, reposing on a large white towel by the pool.
Josie moved forward, followed by Trish. They ran half-
crouching to the next row of hedges, then turned left and crept
silently until they were about fifteen feet from the reclining
woman. Trish was breathing hard, and not from the exertion; she
watched as Josie unhooked the holster and took out her pistol.
Josie looked at her. "Stay here," she whispered.
Trish watched increduously as Josie slipped out from behind
the hedges. Josie looked up at the house, then switched the
safety off her gun. It made a tiny click.
The girl on the towel turned around and stood up. "Who are
you?" she asked. "You're not supposed to --"
Josie squeezed the trigger. There was a quiet 'pffft', and
the girl bucked backward and fell, sitting. She looked at the red
stain growing on the midriff of her white suit, then back up at
Josie. "Please," she moaned. "Please..."
Josie fired again; this time a blossom of red spreading on
the girl's right breast. She fell back, jerked once, then was
still.
Josie motioned to Trish, then knelt down over the girl's
body. Trish joined her from the bushes and looked into the
woman's open eyes, put her fingers on her parted lips...
"Come on," Josie told her. She pulled Trish away and headed
for the rear entrance. They slipped inside and stopped.
"I think I heard something," Trish said quietly.
Josie handed the gun over to her. "I'll go first." She
walked swiftly through the kitchen, then looked back to Trish and
waved. Trish joined her and they moved up the stairs.
The only light they saw came from the bottom of the closed
master bedroom door. They only had to wait a few minutes before
it went out.
Josie leaned over and whispered into Trish's ear. Trish
nodded, then went to the door, gently turned the knob, and pushed
against it. The door opened without so much as a creak, and Trish
slipped inside, one hand steadying the equipment on her belt, the
other still holding the Beretta.
The blonde was stretched out on a large Victorian bed,
beneath a soft down comforter. She was apparently asleep. Trish
came up to the bed, lifted the heavy gun, and put her hand on the
blonde's mouth. Her eyes opened wide with terror.
Trish aimed the gun at her head. "Don't make a sound," she
said. She turned. "Josephine!"
Josie came in and closed the door. She went around the room,
closing the windows, then nodded to Trish.
Trish took her hand away from the blonde's face and threw the
covers back. The woman had slipped into flimsy, tight playsuit.
The crotch was dripping wet.
As Josie looked on, Trish used the rope to tie the blonde's
hands and legs to each of the four posts.
The blonde looked up at Trish, her eyes begging. "Please
don't," she said. "I'll give you anything --"
Trish savagely slashed her hand between the blonde's legs.
Her face was set in a cruel mask. "Shut up," she hissed, and
pulled on the cords. The blonde's limbs stretched out.
"Ohh, that hurts!" the blonde exclaimed.
Trish brought the end of the gun to level against the woman's
chest. "One more word, and I will kill you," she said coolly.
Josie took the gun from her. "Here," she said, opening her
tool pouch, "use this."
It was a ball gag. Trish took it, lifted the woman's head up
from the pillow, and slipped it over her. The blonde fought it,
shaking her head back and forth.
Trish climbed up on the bed and mounted her. She overpowered
the woman and connected the ball gag, pushing the large platinum
ball deep into her mouth, then tightened it. She turned to Josie.
"It's on."
Josie knelt and looked lovingly into the woman's eyes.
"Scream once, and you die. Do you understand?"
The woman nodded.
Josie reached over and unsheathed the stiletto dagger. She
put the tip of it against the blonde's chest, caught the fabric,
and cut downward, barely missing flesh. She made enough of a tear
to expose her throbbing nipples.
Josie took another instrument out of her pouch: A long curved
needle.
"Hold her steady, Patricia," she said, cupping the blonde's
left breast.
She placed the tip of the needle on the side of the quivering
nipple. The instant the tip penetrated the flesh, the woman began
to flail against her bonds. Trish held her down, staring into her
wide-open eyes.
Josie pulled out another needle. She showed it to the
blonde, then carefully pierced her right nipple; the blonde made a
grunting noise and looked wildly up into Trish's eyes as the
needle pulled through.
The blonde was out of it. She let out a high-pitched scream
despite the ball gag and began to buck violently against the bed.
"Time to finish it," Josie said. She went to the top of the
bed and wrapped her fingers around the blonde's slender neck and
tightened her grip. "Look in her eyes," Josie told Trish.
Trish leaned over and held the woman's head in her hands.
She let out one more muffled cry, her eyes rolled back, and her
body slumped. Her hands fluttered twice, then were still.
Trish reluctantly let the woman's head fall back, then
dismounted the body.
Josie holstered the weapon, then looked up at Trish. "Let's
go," she said. "We need to cool off."
Trish took one last glance at the woman in the bed, then
followed Josie downstairs.
The friend's name was Iris; they found her pulling off her
stained swimsuit when they reached the pool.
"Iris," Josie said, "this is Trish." Iris smiled and took
Trish's hand.
"Happy birthday," she said. She looked over at Josie. "Min
probably needs some help, Josie. Why don't you let me and
Trish get better acquainted?"
Josie smiled and left the two of them alone.
Iris unbuckled Trish's equipment and let it fall to the
ground. "Let's get you out of that wetsuit." She peeled the suit
off of Trish, then took her arm. "Well, Trish, how was it?"
"Incredible," Trish breathed.
"I know," Iris replied. She led Trish into the warm pool.
They went to the shallow end and Iris swayed Trish against the
side. "I watched the whole thing on a monitor." She reached
behind Trish and picked up a glass. "I've masturbated three times
so far on it." She smiled. "Here, drink this."
Trish finished the drink. "That was delicious," she said.
Iris pressed her body against Trish's. "Not nearly as
delicious as this," she said, and kissed Trish hard on the lips.
Trish responded with a ferocity she had not been aware of. Her
hand slipped down between Iris's legs, and Iris moaned. "Let's
play a little game, darling."
"Mmm, what's that?"
"Suffocation...you hold me under until I come."
Trish looked in her eyes. "How will I know when to let you
go?"
Iris laughed. "Oh, you'll know." She inhaled deeply and let
Trish push her beneath the surface.
Josie came out twenty minutes later, with Mindy, the blonde,
on her arm. They watched Trish and Iris cavorting in the pool.
"That was magnificient," Mindy said to Josie. "Better than I
could have ever imagined." She looked back out to the pool. "How
much longer do you have her?"
"Just til tomorrow night," Josie said. "Then it's back to
normal -- for another week, anyway."
"She's got potential -- and she's got a new friend." They
watched as Iris embraced Trish and reversed roles in their game.
"Any more B&D?"
"Not in the schedule," Josie said. "But --"
"You should ask Elizabeth if you can substitute something
special."
Josie looked at her. "Top or bottom?"
"Oh," Mindy said, sighing, "definitely bottom. I'd like to
get my revenge."
"Why not?" Josie smiled. "Can you come over to my place
tomorrow?"
"How about here? After all," Mindy said, her hand running
down Josie's bare back, "she's never seen my...special place
before, and you haven't stayed over in ages. You can help me get
set up."
Josie thought for a moment. "You have all the necessary
equipment?"
"Josephine, I have everything we'll need."
The two women returned to the house, unseen by Trish.
*** END OF PART FOUR ***
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