Fresh Meat

Victoria appeared at Angie’s door with a face like a goddess of war. By Angie’s reckoning, it was Wednesday and Victoria has been away on business since Monday. Obviously, the trip hadn’t been successful, and the older woman’s unannounced arrival suggested that she had come to receive the consolation which Angie had so rashly promised.

It was after dinner and Angie had been reading a novel that Mary had smuggled in for her. Guiltily, she set the book aside and focused her entire attention on Victoria. Dressed for business, a little rumpled from travel, she was sporting a look of thunder. It was as if she were challenging Angie to fail so that she could get on and beat her bones to salvage what satisfaction she could.

Angie hadn’t been sure that Victoria would take her up on her offer but had thought a little about what to do if she did. She had already decided that she needed to devote herself absolutely to the task and that she would say as little as possible, remaining silent if necessary, in order not to provoke Victoria’s anger further. She didn’t want to excite or titillate Victoria, at least not to begin with, she wanted to relax her, ease her tension, cool her anger.

Angie got up off the bed. She was barefoot, as usual, and clad in a stretchy crop top and short shorts, all her leggings were in the laundry. Her outfit was a bit more revealing than she might have liked, but as long as she didn’t take anything off, things might be alright.

Angie silently approached the furious woman, keeping her gaze downcast. After briefly looking her over, she raised her hands slowly and began undoing Victoria’s suit jacket. The older woman appeared to tolerate her response, though seemed to be barely holding her anger in check. Angie tried to ignore the tension despite knowing her future treatment depended on how she managed the next few minutes.

With infinite care and concentration, Angie removed Victoria’s shirt and bra, exposing her luscious breasts. She allowed herself to admire them for a brief moment, she wasn’t sure how old Victoria was, perhaps somewhere in her early 30s, but her bosom betrayed hardly any sag, and her nipples were small and pink in a way that Angie just loved. She managed to resist licking her lips at the sight of Victoria’s naked chest and began gently cupping each breast and lightly running her thumb over her nipples. With her fingers, Angie lightly caressed and stroked before moving on to a gentle squeezing, rolling each pink little nubbin between her thumb and index finger.

Channelling her inner Victoria, Angie took her time and was eventually rewarded as the look of thunder on the older woman’s face diminished to merely overcast, and her breathing calmed a little. Continuing to maintain her silence, Angie took her captor's hand and drew her to the bed, where she undressed her more thoroughly.

With nothing but gestures and hand-holding, Angie pulled back the silken sheet and arranged Victoria on the bed with her lying on her front. The pillows had been discarded so that she could comfortably lie flat. Resolutely keeping her clothes on, Angie straddled the older woman and began to knead and massage her tort shoulders.

Although an amateur at the art of massage, Angie could tell how wound up Victoria was. She worked her shoulders and neck as forcefully as she dared to relieve the pent-up tension. As her subject began to loosen, Angie moved down to stroke her sides and her hips and knead her beautifully toned buttocks.

Angie kept a silent count, first to ensure that she didn’t go too quickly and secondly to draw out the session and keep her mind on the task and away from the fear of being painfully beaten should she fail.

The nervous girl began to apply her lips, gentle kisses down Victoria’s spine, causing her to shudder, then her buttocks before moving deeper. Her senses were engulfed by Victoria’s scent, her perfume, her exertions, her femininity. Hesitant about the next step, Angie realised that she either had to keep going or give up and resign herself to being Victoria’s whipping girl.

With some trepidation, Angie extended her tongue between the older woman’s lightly tanned globes whilst her hands caressed them gently. She sensed the bitter tang of sweat, an unpleasant, earthy acidity, and then she tasted nothing but Victoria. A moan escaped from her subject as her tongue continued to explore, finding its way to her crinkled star and forcing a path inside.

The moans intensified, and Victoria raised her buttocks in order to expose more of her most sensitive regions to the girl’s questing tongue. Not to be put off, Angie kept mentally counting and taking her time. She idly wondered if Victoria ever allowed herself to be penetrated from behind or whether it was something she did merely to assert her dominance over Angie. Certainly, she was more often than not tied and unable to resist when Victoria took her anally, but perhaps that was meant to be part of the thrill for both of them?

After sensing that Victoria was beginning to approach an orgasm, Angie pulled back a little and moved her tongue down to work the small expanse of skin between her anus and pussy, catching the tip of each at the end of every languid stroke. A moan of frustration came from somewhere above, but Angie continued to work at her own pace, determined to stretch out the path to Victoria’s climax for as long as she could.

After counting several hundred laps of her tongue, Angie pushed her face as deeply as she could between Victoria’s quivering thighs. She extended her tongue as far as it would reach into her subject's silky interior. Her tongue felt over-stretched and a little sore, but if the alternative was being beaten with sticks, Angie knew she could take this discomfort, which was mild by comparison.

The signs from Victoria suggested that she was again approaching orgasm. Exhausted from her efforts over the previous hour or so, Angie began to lick with more force. She could tell that the increase in pace was definitely appreciated. Before long, Victoria came copiously. Juices drenched Angie’s face, pushed up against the older woman’s crotch as it was. She dutifully lapped up every drop before finally pulling away.

Angie withdrew and blinked as the light returned to her eyes, which had been mostly closed while she had concentrated on the task at hand. Victoria lay still on her front, her buttocks still upturned, sleeping contentedly. She was a tempting sight. Angie wondered what it would be like to take her that way, not to assert dominance, just for pleasure, but realised that her captor was hardly likely to relinquish control enough to allow that.

Angie stripped, turned off all the lights but a bedside lamp and climbed into bed with the slumbering goddess. She drew the sheets back over them, remembering one of Victoria’s first lessons had been that a woman should always be held after orgasm so that she could feel secure and relaxed after her emotional tumult. Without uttering a word, Angie arranged herself so that she was spooning her captor’s dozing figure.

As she lay so intimately close to her captor, it occurred to Angie that Victoria was now at her most vulnerable. Were she more ruthless, Angie would find a way to remove Victoria’s thumb and use it to unlock whatever doors she needed to escape. Perhaps she would steal some proper clothes, car keys, anything. She could even try to find a phone and call the authorities. She could be back with her family soon enough, and Victoria and Janik could languish in prison.

Frowning, Angie realised that she wasn’t that kind of person. While she didn’t want to be whipped and certainly not forced to service Janik, and really wanted to see her family again, she also didn’t want harm to come to Victoria. Angie hadn’t lied to Mary; Victoria had been really good to her and was pretty much the only person in her life who treated her like an adult. There was a part of her which wanted that Victoria back, and while she had assumed that figure was a complete fabrication, the prone and vulnerable woman she held suggested otherwise.

Stroking the sleeping woman’s arm gently as she slept, Angie resolved to get home in little steps and without incriminating Victoria if she could manage it.

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Victoria woke with a start, seemingly disorientated. Perhaps she hadn’t meant to fall asleep, Angie wondered. She pulled the older woman's naked body closer and shushed her gently as she resumed her caress. It appeared to take her companion a few more seconds to remember where she was, who she was with and how she came to be there.

Recovering, the older woman rolled over to face Angie; her brows knit in a look of mild surprise. Angie gave a bashful smile in the half-light of the lamp. “What went wrong?” She asked tentatively.

“Wrong?” Victoria blinked as memories from earlier in the day appeared to be returning.

“You came to me because you were angry or upset. Before that, you were away on business. Did something go wrong?”

Victoria fixed the girl with a probing scowl and was silent for a while, as if trying to decide how much to reveal.

“I wanted to get a quick sale on the house on Albert Drive. Given all the work I had done on it, I wanted a higher price. As it is, I’m likely to take a significant financial loss.”

It didn’t escape Angie’s notice that selling the house they had used for their secret affair would be the best course of action for Victoria to cover her tracks. She was attempting to withdraw any business interests that were likely to connect her to Angie and her disappearance.

“I’m sorry.” Angie lowered her gaze and thought about the situation. It was in her interests for Victoria to leave a trail which would allow people to find her, but that would lead to Victoria being incriminated and she had already established that wasn’t what she wanted right now. Could she use the situation to her advantage in some other way? Perhaps.

“I never told anyone about that house or left its address written down anywhere,” Angie averted her gaze, a little embarrassed at how easily she had cooperated with Victoria's requirements for secrecy.

Victoria’s face betrayed scepticism. Angie shrugged. “I did have it written down in a letter I left in my locker at school when I wasn’t sure if I could trust you.” The revelation felt deeply ironic to her, but she ploughed on. “I burnt it before Christmas, and I never told anyone about the house.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Victoria’s voice was stern; she obviously didn’t like Angie meddling in her business affairs or making her feel insecure about her kidnapping the girl.

“Albert Drive is a cul-de-sac. There’s an alley at the end between two houses that leads to a patch of wasteland." Angie raised her eyes again to meet the suspicious stare of her former lover and ploughed on. "It used to be an old sauce factory. My stepdad told me that there’s been a lot of back and forth over that land for a while, but a few years ago, it got lottery funding for regeneration. The planning stuff has all been granted, and they’re going to rebuild there, new shops and offices.”

Victoria continued to stare at her, stony-faced. Feeling intimidated, more words tumbled from Angie’s lips. “I don’t know what you had in mind, but whatever is going to be there will be built in a year or so, and I should think that would make the houses on adjoining streets a lot more valuable because they'll suddenly be close to the shops. You could probably sell later without making such a loss.”

“How do you know all this?” Victoria's question was sceptical and harsh.

“I told you, my stepdad. My grandma’s been hoping they clean up that eyesore for years. Anyway, all the planning stuff is public, so you can probably look it up on the internet.”

Victoria seemed to relax now that she had some way to verify Angie’s story independently. Her features returned to their ‘assessing’ look, and her hand reached to caress her bedfellow under the blanket.

Angie could see the change and decided that if she wanted to negotiate, now was the best time. Although it was counter to her normal manner, she tried to look Victoria in the eye as she spoke. “I can do what I did for you earlier whenever you feel angry or upset, and you need me to, if you can do something for me.”

Victoria continued watching, silently, unmoved.

Angie pushed on. “I know that you can inflict pleasure and pain at the same time. I’ll take care of you like this whenever you need me to, but only if you promise to give me at least as much pleasure as pain." Unable to hold the powerful gaze any longer, Angie lowered her own again. "I know you can if you want to.”

Angie held her breath. Victoria seemed to consider the bargain for a few moments and then nodded slowly.

“Thank you,” Angie breathed and moved in to kiss her. Victoria appeared surprised but didn’t rebuff her. As their tongues explored each other, Angie’s fear that the older woman would be able to tell she wasn’t invested had gone because, in making their deal, she had reacquired a tiny piece of what they used to have and a little security too.

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Victoria sipped her morning coffee at her desk. She felt rested, more rested than had in a long time. She hadn’t intended to fall asleep with Angie, but the girl had done such a fine job of soothing her after another frustrating business trip she hadn’t been able to stay awake. It had been a risk. Had she allowed herself to fall asleep with one of her previous pets left unrestrained, the consequences would probably have been disastrous, but this girl felt different.

Her computer flashing to life, Victoria logged onto the security system and watched Angie working out in the confines of her suite. Seeing her long limbs and lithe body stretch and exercise was mesmerising.

Victoria looked back through the recordings from when she was away on her most recent trip. She listened attentively to Angie’s conversation with Mary. The girl seemed to have formed an attachment to her newest maid, and that was already proving a valuable source of indirect leverage.

Angie obviously wanted to leave but appeared to be biding her time, which was simultaneously gratifying and unsettling. When she had spoken the previous evening about making a deal, Victoria had suspected that she would try to gain some advantage which would aid her escape, but no. It appeared that her captive's immediate concern was avoiding further unnecessary pain, something her previous pets had desired too, but had gone about achieving their aim with less finesse.

Considering Angie’s motives, Victoria did an internet search to look up the site behind Albert Drive. The girl had been telling the truth; construction was due to begin in the following weeks. The development showed promise and, by her own reckoning, would vastly increase the value of her property if she waited. She suspected her estate agent was trying to cheat her and sent a quick e-mail to withdraw her intention to sell.

Leaning back on her chair with her coffee, Victoria returned to the live feed of Angie’s suite. Her pet worked out for a while longer and then settled to meditate, as she seemed to do at least once a day. She stared at the girl and wondered what she was thinking.

Victoria’s previous pets had been openly hostile and only became more docile as they realised their situation was hopeless and limited cooperation was their only option. Angie was undoubtedly confused by her sudden incarceration. She seemed conflicted with regard to her feelings for Victoria, and that clouded her judgement, hindering her efforts to escape.

Victoria sipped her coffee and considered the possibility of having a more willing and compliant pet. Perhaps if she tipped the scales a little further to make Angie even more off-balance, she could become more than Victoria had ever imagined.