Fleur V: Blackout

London, Friday, 8:17 PM

Fleur had not really enjoyed the limousine ride from London Luton Airport down into the city. The short flight from Berlin to London had left her with a sinus headache despite the special pressure earplugs that she had always worn on airplanes since she was a little girl. She hated small airplanes and this private jet was just the worst. Dominika and Natan didn’t seem to be affected by the flight and neither did Kiara. Now the ride to the hotel would almost take as long as the flight.

Shortly after they arrived in England, they were picked up by a limousine that would take them to their hotel in London. Erin had managed to book a decadent suite at one of London’s most prestigious hotels that fit a number of criteria that Dominika insisted on. Sitting just south of Hyde Park in the Knightsbridge part of town, it was located in central London in one of the poshest neighborhoods. Fleur knew she wouldn’t be part of any of the depraved debauchery that would surely be going on at the hotel over the next two weeks. At the end of the weekend she would immediately be taken from the session location straight to a private clinic that Erin and Mistress Ava had arranged for as long as needed.

The drive south along the M1 seemed to last an eternity. The three lane highway wasn’t as busy as they had expected. Fleur contemplated her near future as she slowly watched the dreary rural English countryside morph into a more city-like appearance when they reached the area after Edgeware.

Natan and Kiara were dressed very uncharacteristically in sweatpants and sports jackets, a far cry from their usual skimpy get-ups. It was just to try and attract as little attention as possible. They looked ridiculous together. Fleur hadn’t really figured out yet what kind of lust slash love triangle had formed between Kiara, her twin sister Apolline and Suffer Club’s resident stallion Natan. He had to pick one of them to accompany him on this trip and he chose Kiara, much to the chagrin of her sister, that much was clear. At 6 feet and 9 inches tall, Natan was the tallest of the four of them, with Dominika a close second. The tiny Kiara, who wasn’t even 5’1”, looked like a little doll curled up on his lap. Within minutes of leaving the airport she had whipped his massive semi-erect cock out of his pants and stroked the shaft while she licked his cock head.

Of course Dominika didn’t dress so casually, though she had toned down her appearance a little. She wore a full-body leather outfit that demanded attention just because of her tall posture and her massively enlarged breasts that could not be concealed no matter how hard anyone tried. Fleur herself had worn a long tan pea coat over a torso harness that consisted of very thin strips of leather connected with stainless steel rings and small chains. As soon as they were settled in the limousine, Dominika had commanded her to take it off, so she was left with just the harness and her basic stiletto heels.

Fleur was eye candy to the three of them. She loved tight harnesses that accentuated her body and left all her most important assets free and available. She had an unspoken and unwritten agreement with her mistress and had dressed this way around Dominika since she had moved in with her. Of course, that was if she dressed at all. Most of the time she wandered naked around the Suffer Club compound, so she felt comfortable in the limo as well.

She kept looking at the world outside the limo and mostly ignored what happened right in front of her. Kiara had climbed on top of Natan after sucking him off and was now lowering herself over his big cock. She gazed somewhere between Dominika and Fleur while she guided his large cock head against her sphincter and sat down until it fully disappeared. Dominika was glued to her phone and Fleur noticed from time to time that Natan stared at her while the little nymphet writhed around on his cock. She briefly smiled back at him a couple of times, only to divert her gaze back to the outside world.

So the car ride progressed with the only sound in the passenger area of the limousine being the fucking noises made by Kiara and Natan, who assaulted his little nymphet doll’s ass in every position possible in the back of the limo. Only when they had reached Notting Hill did he sit down again so she could curl up to him and suck him off until he finally shot his big load of cum in the back of her mouth as the car took a few quick turns in succession through Kensington, before ending their trip on the stretch of Kensington Road . When that street eventually changed into Knightsbridge, Kiara had cleaned him up and the both of them had fixed their clothes as if nothing had happened.

Dominika had assumed that their hotel accommodation featured a secluded underground garage entrance with a private elevator to the suite, and when the limousine finally arrived after little more than an hour’s drive, she stopped Fleur when she was about to put her coat back on.

The mistress had not paid attention to the car ride or her surroundings. She was under the impression that they would stop in a hotel parking garage, but when she realized the limo had stopped in the middle of the busy four lane street in front of the south side of the hotel, she got visibly upset. She didn’t have any time to complain, because one of two doormen of the hotel stepped down from the marble steps under the building’s semi-circle glass awning to open the limousine door.

The doormen at the hotel were dressed impeccably in uniform: light beige pants over black shoes, a white shirt with blue tie and a three-quarter red overcoat with black accents and round yellow buttons. A black top hat with a gold band around it completed the look.

Fleur was still undressed when the door of the car swung open and she saw the doorman staring at her for a second. He greeted the new hotel guests as if nothing was out of the ordinary, turned around and held the door open. Fleur quickly glanced over at Dominika, noticing the anger and disappointment in her mistress’ eyes. Without saying any words, the two communicated enough for Fleur to know that it would be okay to put her coat on, so she covered herself up while Natan and Kiara exited the vehicle, followed by Dominika. Fleur was last out of the car and quickly rushed to follow her mistress inside, past the two distinct lion statues, while the doormen busied themselves with the luggage from the limo.

Even though it was May and London had seen its share of sunny days this spring, today had been cold and dreary with scattered showers and a cloudy sky that looked like it had been photographed and printed in the 1920’s.

Despite the disappointing weather, the hotel looked the best it had in decades. Its façade was amply lit, highlighting the gold accents and striking window designs.

While Natan checked them in, Dominika, Kiara and Fleur quickly made their way through the marble-clad hallways of the hotel to the bathrooms closest to the private elevator that would take them to the magnificent penthouse suite a few moments later.

When they eventually walked into the luxurious suite, their luggage had already been transported there. They quickly fanned out through the massive apartment to each find their own toilets, only to find later on that there was even a fifth available. Fleur was in awe. She had seen her share of hotels over the last couple of years, some pretty nice ones at that, but this penthouse was a couple of notches up on the decadence list. It was a far cry from the accommodations at Suffer Club with all the bright lights, chandeliers and gold-and-glass everywhere.

The property featured multiple roof terraces that looked out over London’s famous Hyde Park. The view was magnificent at night, with the city lights stretching out as far as the eye could see, like a star map laid out in front of them. When Fleur walked out of the guest bathroom to find Dominika again, the mistress called her over from the master bedroom’s east terrace, where she was spread out on a mattress on a large round rattan lounge bed with about 10 pillows supporting her back. The light and view were beautiful and several potted plants lined the wall surrounding the terrace.

Dominika wore nothing, except for black latex gloves that ran up past her elbows and her trusted army boots with high platform heels. She had put her bright red hair up in a pony tail and refreshed her fiery red lipstick. Her long legs were pulled up to her long torso, with her knees resting against her ridiculously large augmented breasts that had been upgraded to 2000cc, exposing both her cunt with the many thick ring piercings through her labia and her now also tattooed asshole.

Fleur looked at her pale, tall mistress with the chest tattoos and thick rings through her star-shaped areolas.

“Come here, help me relax,” The mistress said as she took a long, slow drag from her signature cigar.

Fleur knew what her job was and went to her knees in front of the lounge bed to serve her mistress with her well-trained tongue.