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Chapter 70:
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The next day Bella and I took a big red bus into the city and got out in the plaza beneath a tall office building that stood sparkling in the cool morning sunlight. Across the awning was large lettering that said: I-Corp.
It was the name of Irena's company. The I probably stood for Irena, which as a little egocentric perhaps, but apt nonetheless. Apparently they acquired the office building only a few months ago and this was their base of operations.
The plaza was filled with pigeons and people and Bella was impressed just from looking up at this tall tower.
"Wow," she said.
I nodded in agreement. "Indeed."
Then we glanced at each other, giggled, and made our way inside.
The lobby was cool with marble floors and there was a constant echo of voices and ringing phones. Bella and I made some inquiries with a receptionist and then we stepped into an elevator.
The elevator bought us to the top floor and opened into an outeroffice. The floor was carpeted and there were many potted ferns. Across one wall was a large logo of I-Corp and across the other wall were windows that looked out over London.
The doors to the inneroffice were chrome and beside the doors was a desk were a long woman sat like a sentry. A woman with familiar brown hair in a familiar bob. Claire. She was busy at her computer and she didn't notice as we approached.
Bella and I smiled and decided to have a little fun with her.
"Hello, we're here to see Ms Denali," I said.
"Do you have an appointment?" Claire asked, still tapping away at the keyboard.
Bella grinned and leaned a hip on the desk. "No, we're old friends."
Claire looked up.
Her fingers froze.
Bella and I laughed and looked at her face for the first time. It was paler than I remembered. Smoother. Her eyes were bright red and blinking in surprise. The change in her features was remarkable. Subtle adjustments to her nose. Her chin. Her cheekbones. Everything just a little prettier, a little more perfect. Like the work of some master surgeon.
Bella grinned at her in admiration.
"Hi, Claire," she said.
Claire's mouth moved into a smile and she rose from the desk gracefully and came around for hugs.
"Oh my god," she said. "Bella. Victoria. It's been so long."
She gave me a hug as well and then released us both. Bella was looking at her body, up and down, and there were many adjustments there too. Her legs a little longer. Her hips a little rounder. She was wearing a navy skirtsuit that conformed to her every curve and she certainly had many more curves to conform to than she had as a plain old human.
"Wow," Bella said. "Look at you. Big business woman, huh?"
Claire laughed and waved that away with a hand. "No, I'm just Irena's assistant."
I smiled at her proudly. "The more things change, the more they stay the same. Still a dedicated slave, only now you wear a suit instead of a collar, hm?"
Claire smirked and leaned back against the desk.
"I still wear the collar," she said.
I laughed and realized she did. It was right there on her throat, a strip of black lace with that black opal in the center of it. I smiled and looked her over one more time, from the tips of her high heeled shoes to the top of her stylish brown bob. She truly was a completely different woman. Confident. Sexy. Yet still the same slave she always was.
Hard to believe this was the same woman we had abducted from her apartment while she was halfway through a bowl of icecream. The same woman who had been kept in a dungeon and slowly raped into servitude. Back then she had been so soft and human. So plain. A pound or two overweight. Demure and self-depreciating. Her imperfections had been part of her charm but she obviously had acquired other charms to replace them.
"You look amazing, Claire," I told her.
Claire smiled and looked down with a hint of her old shyness. "Irena likes to keep me as close by as possible. I handle all her appointments and scheduling. It benefits us both because she can trust me completely and I can serve her here far better than sitting at home."
Bella grinned at her and gave her another hug.
"I'm so happy for you, Claire," she said.
I watched them for a moment and they both held the embrace for a moment longer. Claire then gave her a squeeze and released and leaned to press a button on the intercom.
"Ma'am," she said. "There's two people here to see you."
There was a pause and then the intercom spoke with Irena's voice.
"Do they have an appointment?" she asked.
"No," Claire said with a smile. "But you'll definitely want to see them."
Another pause. Then the voice spoke again.
"Send them in," she said.
Claire released the button on the intercom and went back around her desk and smiled at us as she sat down and shuffled toward her computer.
"Go right on in," she said professionally.
Bella and I giggled at her and went over to the doubledoors that led into the inneroffice.
The office was enormous. Every wall was windowed and the view looked down on the entire city. In one corner was an arrangement of white leather sofas and a glass coffeetable. Stylish without being gaudy. Much like the woman herself.
Irena was standing at the window as we came in and she turned around. Bella and I were grinning but Irena's expression didn't even twitch from the surprise. Her lips curved into a smirk and her eyes roamed us in a casual kind of way.
"Well," she said. "I guess you've finally come back."
A giggle came out of Bella. Irena was wearing a black pinstripe skirtsuit with a powerful swell of cleavage bulging from her chest and she was sexy as fuck. Her spike heels made her seem even taller and her blonde hair was rich and gold and fell in a glorious cascade.
Bella ran forward and gave her an excited hug.
"Oooh, Irena," she said. "I missed you so much. We never did finish my discipline training, did we?"
Irena smirked and peeled her away. "No, we didn't. Or else you'd know to call me ma'am."
Bella giggled again and dipped a little curtsy.
"Sorry," she said. "Ma'am."
I smiled at the exchange and came over to Bella's side.
"It's nice to see you again, Irena," I said. "I trust you're not angry for how we left the island?"
"Not at all," she said. "It was no trouble to me. In fact, I was happy for the excuse to leave. Claire needed to be turned and I couldn't do that there."
Bella was grinning and gazing at Irena's body in open worship. In that expensive business suit she looked like a modern day queen. The skirt clung to her gorgeous hips and the spikes of her heels made her legs even longer than they already were.
I admit even I was staring a little and feeling quite inferior in my plain dress and jacket. My eyes roamed over the hills of her cleavage and I was beginning to feel a bit of a hum in my vagina. Irena smirked, as if she knew, and she seemed to have changed a lot in this last year as well. Less cold. More cocky.
Bella was still staring and she shook her head in disbelief.
"Wow," she said. "You look incredible, Irena."
Irena raised a blonde brow. Bella startled and quickly added:
"I mean, ma'am."
Irena smirked, ignoring the compliment, and turned to me.
"Does Tanya know you're here?" she asked.
I shook my head. "Not yet," I said. "We've been visiting you all one by one and saving Tanya for last. Do you think she'll be happy to see us?"
"I think she'll be thrilled to see you," she said. "Almost as thrilled as I am to see my little Bella."
Bella smiled brightly, like a schoolgirl who was noticed by her favorite teacher. Irena smirked and looked at her appraisingly.
"Tell me, Bella," she said. "Do you still wish to learn obedience?"
Bella nodded eagerly. "Yes, ma'am."
"Excellent. Then let's resume your training right now."
Irena was hiking up her pinstripe skirt and underneath she was wearing a pair of sexy black lace panties. She then sat on the edge of the desk and propped one spike heel on the surface of it. Her thighs were wide open and while we watched she peeled aside the strip of lace that covered her vagina before looking up and giving us expectant smirks.
Bella didn't need to be told. She sank to her knees instantly and started licking.
Irena smirked at me superiorly and I had to smirk as well. She had basically just cuckqueened my mate right in front of me but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a turn on. I wandered over to her and unbuttoned her suitjacket and began caressing one of her black lace bracups.
"You're power over women is incredible, Irena," I said. "The only time I could ever make her obedient was when I was raping her. Unfortunately that's not an option anymore."
I looked down at Bella. Bella was moaning and licking at Irena's vagina. Irena smirked at me as my hand fondled her chest.
"Perhaps you could learn a little obedience as well," she said.
I returned her smirk and placed a kiss on the corner of her mouth.
"Perhaps so," I said.
Then I sank down beside my mate and together we took turns licking at that glorious vagina.
Irena leaned back a little on the desk and pressed the intercom button and told Claire to cancel her meetings. Bella and I smirked up at her, huddled there between her thighs, and then smiled at each other while we licked and let our tongues collide. Irena was getting wet and she was beginning to moan, sexy moans that came out through a smirk of superiority. Bella and I moaned as well, enjoying the inferiority, and together we bought her to an orgasm with Bella's lips wrapped around Irena's clit while my tongue licked around the edges of Bella's mouth.
After that we were instructed to take off our clothes which we did so obediently, pulling our dresses over our heads and dropping our panties. Irena was fetching a strapon that she kept in a desk drawer and while she put it on she told us to bend over the desk. We did, very eagerly. Irena's pinstripe jacket was open and her breasts were bulging out of her bracups and her skirt was hiked over her hips to reveal the huge black strapon that jutted upwards. Together with her high heels and stockings there could be no thought of refusing her. Bella and I were bent over, waiting, and Irena took Bella's hips and thrust her to an orgasm and then she took my own hips as well and pushed the strapon inside me.
Later in the afternoon the intercom spoke again and Claire asked if Irena wanted to cancel her afternoon appointments as well. Irena told her to cancel everything and get in here right now. At this point Bella and I were on Irena's desk, engaging in a sixty-nine while Irena watched, licking at each other's vaginas and shooting smirks at our temporary mistress. Claire came in a few minutes later and smiled and asked what Irena needed. Irena was still wearing the strapon and she turned Claire around by the shoulders and bent her over and hiked up her skirt and started fucking her over the desk.
Irena kept us busy for the rest of the day and she wound up cancelling her dinner meeting as well. Instead she took us home to the mansion she occupied with Claire.
The mansion was in Hyde Park, deep in the heart of London, and we rode in the back of a limousine that had an opaque partition to separate us from the driver. Irena made a few last minute transactions on her laptop while the rest of us madeout and stroked each other and talked about everything we'd been up to in the past year. Claire was less silent than she used to be, less reserved, and she spoke very fondly of how Irena had turned her and how Irena had stayed with her for every minute of the transformation and held her and made love to her. Bella smiled at me during the explanation and I smiled as well. It was exactly like how I had turned Bella.
It was dark by the time we got to the mansion. All four of us were half naked when the car stopped and we giggled and hastened to tuck our tits back in before the doors were opened. Bella was in awe of the estate as we walked down the driveway. It looked like the palace of some regency socialite, dozens upon dozens of windows, a large fountain in the courtyard where a mermaid sat on a rock. A butler was waiting to greet us in the enormous foyer, an old gentleman with white hair, and he took Irena and Claire's coats before being dismissed with a cool nod. Bella was gazing up at the chandeliers and the double staircase that wound into the upperlevels and Irena smirked and gestured for her to go first.
By midnight Bella and Claire were gagged and chained to the bed. The handcuffs were made of gold and they were attached to the bedpillars. The canopy of the bed was mirrored and the two girls could look upward and smile through their gags as they squirmed and moaned.
Irena and I were clad in head to toe leather. I would've been happy to join the girls in chains but I did have a dominant streak of my own. Irena was purely in black. Thigh high boots with dangerous heels. A shiny patent leather corset. Gloves that came to her elbows. I was wearing an identical ensemble only in red leather and I did feel quite sexy indeed. The outfit had a ring near the crotch where you could attach the shaft of a strapon and both Irena and I were kneeling at the entrances of our lovers and pushing the strapons into their vaginas until they moaned and arched up in their chains and orgasmed with open legs.
After that we removed the strapons and unchained our little slaves. They had been fucked so thoroughly that they were little more than loose bundles of sexy submissiveness and they smiled and clung to Irena and began to lick at Irena's nipples. I smiled and tried not to feel too jealous. Irena could let me borrow her leathers but I would never be the same kind of mistress she was. Irena was looking at me cockily with Bella and Claire suckling at her nipples, a smirk on her lips, and perhaps it was time for me to submit as well. I returned the smirk and pushed Bella and Claire away gently and then I took Irena's face in my hands and applied a deep kiss to her mouth.
For the next hour or so it was me that Irena attended to and I had to admit she was quite an intoxicating lover. She peeled me out of my leathers, exposing my softness, and then she laid me down and began to dine on my body. I smiled and watched our reflections in the mirror over the bed. Me on my back with my head in a pool of red hair. Irena at my breasts, squeezing them, licking at my nipples. Soon her blonde head moved lower between my legs and I hissed as her tongue flattened across my vagina and licked upward across it.
Bella and Claire had moved to the floor and they were fooling around like a couple of little lapdogs. There was a fire going in the fire place and they seemed content to let Irena and I have a little time to ourselves. Woman to woman. Mistress to mistress. Eventually it was Irena on her back and me licking at her nipples and sucking on them with hungry moans. She wove her fingers in my hair and pushed me lower and I moved down eagerly to her open thighs. I licked at her wetness and let my tongue wriggle inside her. I heard her chuckle and I licked her some more and wrapped my lips around the hard nub of her clit and sucked her to an orgasm.
After that I crawled to her side and settled against her leather clad body, linking one of my legs around hers. I was smiling, my head resting on her chest, and it had been a long time since I'd felt so satisfied and submissive. I had a feeling Bella and I would be visiting a lot.
For a while the bedroom was silent, aside from the crackle of the fireplace and the small moans of Bella and Claire as they licked each other by the hearth. When I opened my eyes I saw them there on the rug, engaged in a gentle sixty-nine, their heads bobbing and licking. I turned my smile to Irena and Irena smiled back in the orange glow of the fire. I touched her face and placed a kiss on her mouth, once, twice, a third time, moaning and offering my tongue. She accepted it with a smirk and when I pulled back I was smirking as well.
"I have to admit, I'm very envious of what you've made of your life, Irena," I said. "I feel like a wandering savage in comparison."
Irena lay there on the pillow and smirked. "It's not difficult to make money when you already have millions to work with."
I chuckled and took hold of one of her breasts idly and began stroking it. "Perhaps," I said. "But I think such financial intricacies will always be beyond me. As a girl, hundreds of years ago, I used to gawk at mansions like this from these very same streets and wish one day to live in one just like it. But I suppose I'm forever doomed to be a poor peasant girl."
I gave a little giggle. Irena let her eyes roam over my face, my hair, my luscious pearl white body, and her lips curved into a smirk.
"You don't look like a peasant to me," she said.
I smiled and took it as a compliment and bent to give her a kiss.
Irena moaned luxuriously and stroked my back. I smiled into her mouth and continued kissing her as small sounds of orgasm came from the floor by the fireplace. I heard Bella and Claire giggle into each other's vaginas and lick a little more.
A few minutes later the bed tilted as the two girls climbed on. I disengaged from Irena and I was surprised and quite delighted as Bella smiled at me and captured my lips. Claire went for her mistress and kissed her a couple times before speaking.
"It's past midnight," she whispered to Irena. "We were supposed to feed tonight."
Bella broke the kiss and turned to them. "You guys were gonna go hunting tonight?"
A hint of eagerness in her voice. I had to laugh. She had fed last night and the night before as well but it didn't matter to a girl of Bella's appetite. I was just glad she couldn't get fat.
Irena smirked at her. "Not exactly."
Bella was confused. "What do you mean?"
Claire gave an excited little giggle. Bella looked between them, grinning, still not sure what they meant. Irena smiled at her and then she turned the smile to Claire and tossed her chin.
"Go prepare," she said. "We'll be down in a moment."
Claire gave a dutiful nod and then she hopped off the bed and scurried out of the room.
Bella and I were left in suspense but I thought I had a pretty good idea. Irena had gotten out of the bed as well and she was shedding her leathers, unzipping her boots and slipping them off and leaving the shiny black shells of them by the fire. She removed her corset as well and fluffed out her hair and used a poker to rouse the fire. Bella and I had gotten out of the bed too, both of us completely naked, and we were standing by for instruction. Irena put the poker back in the rack and then she lit a candle and set it on a candle holder and smiled at us and gestured for us to follow.
The mansion was empty by now, all the servants retired for the night, but Bella still giggled and covered her breasts cutely as we went down the stairs. Irena hadn't said where we were going but we followed behind her eagerly. She led us down a dark corridor, the flame of the candle she carried flickering and throwing shadows across the walls, until we came to a large wooden door. The door was slightly ajar and Irena pushed it open further and tossed her chin for us to go ahead.
Down there was nothing but darkness and a stone staircase that led down. Bella giggled and went in first. I followed and Irena came behind us with the candle. Already I could hear the exact noises I had been expecting to hear. A soft rattle of chains. Little gagged moans. The stairs led down into an old wine cellar. Claire had already lit candles and she was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. Bella continued down, grinning, and she gasped when she reached the bottom. I came up behind her, already smiling, and I saw my suspicions were correct.
Chained across the raw rock walls were gagged women.
Naked. Whimpering. The orange candlelight awash over their bare breasts and terrified faces. My mouth dropped open and a wave of something like euphoria washed over me. There were so many. Dozens. Some of them young. Some of them older. Blondes. Brunettes. All chained up in a row like prisoners with their tits exposed and gags in their mouths. Sniffling. Tears leaking out of their eyes.
The cellar had been converted into a kind of dungeon and there were racks of torture tools on the walls and various tables and benches were women could be strapped down to be experimented on. There was a wooden stockade were one woman was bend over with her head in the chock and a lovely ass displayed to the rest of the dungeon. In a different corner was an antique guillotine with a blade that glinted evilly in the low candlelight.
Bella gazed about at this paradise of victims and smiled.
"Wow," she said.
Claire was naked and she had her hands laced before her demurely. "I captured them myself. It's one of my duties to make sure we always have fresh clean meat to dine upon."
I smiled at how she seemed to be proud of her work. Only a year ago it had been her who had been captured and kept chained in a cellar. Now she was no longer the hunted. She was the hunter.
Irena had come down the stairs as well and she set the candleholder on one of the benches. Bella glanced at her and grinned and looked at the women again.
"Jeez," she said. "You guys really live the life, don't you?"
Irena smiled and swept a hand over her wares. "Choose one."
Bella smirked coyly. "Only one?"
Irena laughed and shook her head. "We'll have a banquet when we can invite everyone," she said. "Consider tonight an appetizer."
Bella giggled and she had to acknowledge the fairness of that. She turned back to the women in chains and made a casual stroll among them like a woman at a grocery store. Browsing. Eyeing them for ripeness.
Most the prisoners lowered their eyes or looked away as she went by but some of them glared defiantly. Bella smiled in return and paused to feel a breast or two or to rub a certain vagina. As if she wanted a woman who might actually like it a little.
Eventually she came to a tanned brunette who was perhaps in her late twenties. She was scared but she made eye contact with Bella. Perhaps accidently. Bella paused and smiled at her and looked her over in appraisal. Her body was trim and athletic. Perhaps snatched from a gym the same way Claire had once been.
Bella smirked and began stroking her breasts. They weren't overly large but they were nice and full. The woman whimpered and squirmed. Bella grinned and turned back to Irena.
"This one will do," she said.
Irena nodded and then nodded at Claire. Claire came forward with a key and began unlocking the woman. The other women along the wall watched in relief that it wasn't them or looked away in fear.
The woman who had been chosen was dragged over to one of the tables, thrashing and sobbing into her gag, and soon she was secured to the tabletop with shackles around her wrists and ankles. She wriggled and squirmed and her breasts heaved in the candlelight.
Irena had selected a certain knife from the rack on the wall and now she handed it to Bella.
"Take your time," she said. "We have all night."
Bella grinned and took the knife and turned to the woman chained on the table.
The woman cried and shook her head. Bella smiled and circled around the table slowly, searching for some soft place to cut, and then she paused and bent to the mounds of her breasts. Claire and I were watching, smiling, and Irena was smiling as well. The woman was moaning in terror but the moans only made Bella grin wider. She had taken one of those breasts in her hand and she squeezed it a little to make it bulge and then she began cutting into it with the knife.
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AN: Don't worry, Bella and Vicky will return to the dungeon eventually, lol. Like Irena said, this was just the appetizer. The full banquet will have to wait till the whole coven is together and reunited. :)
Okay, next one is Tanya and Jane. Should be ready in a few days. :)