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"No, everything's far from all right!" she returned. "What have you been doing in your torture chamber?"
"Sexually torturing Sally Peabody. Now, what's the problem?"
"You're vile!"
"Remember that I've doubled your salary, Monica!"
"Oh, yes, well... er... the nun's gone missing. She left the convent to come here, and she's disappeared."
"That's not our problem, Monica."
"Er... well, it is because she was seen entering the building."
"Well, in that case, we'd better send out a search party!" Larry laughed, wondering why Brigit was making odd facial expressions and pointing at the waiting room door.
"There's another problem," Monica began. "There's a man to see you, he's in the waiting room."
"Oh, who's that?"
"That convent girl's father."
"Which girl?" Larry asked, his eyes wide.
"Jenny, the one who staggered back to the convent with her blouse..."
"Christ! Er... I have to go out for a while."
"He knows that you're here. He said you'd deflowered his daughter. He's having her examined to see whether she's lost her virginity."
"Christ! Tell him that I'm away for a few days!" Larry returned, dashing across the foyer.
Bolting out of the building, Larry made for the local pub, wondering how to get out of this particular mess. "Christ! The taxman, Gina Cology, Christine Cology, Fullcrack, Venereal, and now a girl's bloody father!" he cursed as he entered the pub. Ordering a large scotch, he sat at a corner table and held his head. The end had come, he knew as he sipped his drink. This was it - he was doomed!
Chapter Six
"Monica," Brigit whispered as Lily left the building to search for Larry. "Monica, when that girl's father catches up with Larry, Larry will wheedle his way out of it, as he always does. I think we should do something."
"Do something? Such as what?" the portly woman asked, frowning suspiciously.
"I don't know but... what with the taxman and the health authority and everything, I think Larry's gone too far."
"You're telling me he has!"
"Monica, I've never told anyone before but, he's sexually abused me many times, and I want to expose him for what he really is - a filthy pervert."
"You? You want to expose him?"
"Yes, I'm going to see him pay for all he's done if it's the last thing I do! The time you looked through his consulting room window and saw... he made me do that, he threatened me and made me expose myself to that girl."
"But I thought that you..."
"He says that he'll sack me if I wear panties to work. He whips me, too."
"Good gracious! This is terrible, Brigit! But you were only too willing to be a party to the thrashing of that girl. Why did you...?"
"He threatened me. He's treated me despicably."
"Why didn't you leave? You don't have to work here."
"He threatened to do all sorts of dreadful things to me if I grassed on him or left the practice. I must nail him, have him locked up so that I'm free of his sexual abuse and his threats."
"How do you intend to do that?"
"With your help, Monica. There's a camera in his examination room. If you'll allow me to tie you to the couch and take pictures, we'll go to the police and have Larry nailed once and for all."
"Oh, no! If you think..."
"No, listen! I'm on your side now. You can tie me down, too. Take photographs of me tied to the examination couch and we'll expose Larry. He'll worm his way out of trouble again and again, and continue to abuse and threaten me, but if we have photographs, evidence of his debauchery, and we both testify..."
"All right, Brigit. I'm glad you've seen the light, at long last! What changed your mind?"
"He... he tied me down to the examination couch and... I can't talk about it, it's too dreadful."
"You poor child. You should have confided in me long ago."
"Yes, I know. I suppose I didn't know what to do, who to turn to. Anyway, there's not much time, he might be back soon. Come on, I'll tie your wrists and ankles and take a few pictures, and then you can do the same to me. Gina Cology already has some photographs of Larry with a client so..."
"You know the nun who was supposed to come here to see Doctor Lickman?" Monica interrupted the girl.
"Yes."
"She's not a nun, she's Gina's daughter."
"Really?"
"Yes, but she's gone missing. She didn't come here, did she?"
"No, she didn't turn up. Where is she, then? She must have..."
"I don't know where she is. As you can imagine, Gina's out of her mind with worry."
"God, she must be!"
"Gina suspects Larry of abducting the girl."
"Abducting her? I'd have known about it if he'd done that. I'm sure he hasn't, Monica! Besides, where would he keep her? There's nowhere to hide her here, is there?"
"No, she's not here - I've searched everywhere. If I have the opportunity, I might break into Doctor Lickman's house - Christine could be there."
"OK, I'll help you search for her later. But we mustn't worry about that now. Come on, let's get this over with, Monica. Let's nail Larry bloody Lickman once and for all!"
Leading Monica into the examination room, Brigit closed and locked the door, ordering the woman to lie on the couch. Binding her ankles with rope as Monica lay on her back, Brigit wondered when Larry would return.
"If he catches us, there'll be hell to pay!" she whispered, pulling Monica's arms behind her head and binding her wrists to the legs of the couch. "Right, that should do it!"
"Quickly, take the photographs and let me go before he gets back! If he finds me like this, he'll... God only knows what he'll do!"
"OK, I'll have to lift your skirt up and pull your knickers down!" Brigit giggled. "This must appear authentic!"
"No! Brigit, you can't..."
"It's all right, Monica! This is only for the photographs, to make the scene appear genuine!"
"No, don't..."
Lifting Monica's skirt up over her stomach, Brigit tugged the woman's blue woollen knickers down, displaying her dense, black pubic bush, the yawning gorge between her fleshy sex hillocks. Ignoring her prisoner's pleas and threats, she took a pair of scissors from the shelf and cut through the thick material, pulling the shredded garment away from the protesting woman's struggling body.
"You have a nice cunt!" Brigit giggled impishly, focusing on her protruding inner lips. "Let's have a look at your flabby tits!"
"You've tricked me, you bitch! If you dare to cut my..."
"Have you ever had a girl's tongue up your cunt?" Brigit asked, unbuttoning Monica's navy-blue cardigan. "I'm going to lick your cunt out for you, you'll like that, won't you?"
"I have never met such a vile and wicked little strumpet like you in my life! Unless you release me now, I'll..."
"You'll what?" Brigit grinned, unbuttoning her prisoner's blouse and exposing her full, straining bra. "Right, let's have a look at your big, fat wobbly tits!"
Lifting Monica's bra clear of her mammary spheres, Brigit gazed appreciatively at her dark areolae, her stiffening nipples. Running her fingers up and down the woman's vaginal crack, her libido soaring, her vaginal juices decanting, she grinned wickedly.
"I'm going to remove your cunt hair!" she burst out laughing, taking the depilating cream from the shelf. "When Larry gets back, he'll be really pleased with me!"
"Brigit! Brigit, if you dare to..."
"You've got a hell of a lot of cunt hair, Monica. Obviously you don't trim your bikini line. Mind you, with a body like yours, I don't suppose you wear bikinis. You'd be arrested for gross indecency."
"You disgust me, Brigit! I might have known this was a trick!"
"Yes, I'm surprised you fell for it. I'll remove your cunt hair, shall I? Larry likes shaved cunts. When he sees yours he might even fuck you - if you're lucky."
"Brigit, I'll..."
"There, that's more than enough!" Brigit laughed, massaging the cream into Monica's mons, her fleshy outer lips. "Now all we have to do is wait and, voilà!"
"I'll kill you for this! You can't keep me here forever, Brigit! When I'm free, I'm going to..."
"Oh, do stop complaining, Monica! All I'm doing is removing your cunt hair, for Christ's sake!"
"You'll end up in prison for this, my girl!"
"Yes, yes I know! You'll kill me, you'll send me to prison... what will the charge be? Oh, yes, removal of Monica Moodie's cunt hair against her will. The sentence? Well, I reckon five years hard labour. I'm not surprised that your husband walked out on you. The poor man suffered you for too long. I don't suppose you sucked him off or let him lick your cunt out or... have you ever heard of sixty-nine?"
"Of course I have! Brigit, release me this instant or I'll..."
"Oh, I think someone's at reception. I'll leave the cream to do its job and see you later. Don't go away!"
Wandering down the hall to reception, Brigit smiled at Ingram Ravenhugh. "Can I help you?" she asked, hoisting her red microskirt up and inadvertently exposing her knickerless vaginal slit. Having taken Christine and Monica prisoner, there was nothing to lose now, she mused. Venereal and Fullcrack were driving Larry into a corner, and Gina Cology was closing in fast - no, there was nothing to lose!
"Er... I'm from the Inland Revenue. My name's Ravenhugh," the taxman replied, focusing on Brigit's swollen pussy lips, her open sex valley, as she projected her hips forward. "Is Mr Throbber available?"
"Mr who?"
"Throbber, Doctor Lickman's assistant."
"I've never heard of him. I think you must have..."
"I was talking to Mr Throbber the other day, he... who are you?"
"I'm Brigit Biways, Doctor Lickman's secretary."
"Oh, I see. And you've never heard of Mr Throbber?"
"No, there's no one of that name here. Perhaps I can be of assistance?" Brigit grinned, blatantly lifting her skirt up to her stomach and displaying her hairless pussy crack.
Wondering why Ravenhugh seemed oblivious to her flagrant exhibitionism, Brigit frowned. Standing with her feet further apart, her cunt slit gaping, her inner pink petals distended, she decided to go for it. "Do you like my cunt?" she asked, leaning back and projecting the open centre of her femininity. "You can finger my cunt hole, if you want to."
Dropping to his knees, his mouth open, his eyes wide with astonishment, Ravenhugh gazed longingly at Brigit's pink slit. His mouth twisting into a salacious grin as he focused on her protruding inner petals, he tentatively reached out and stroked her swollen sex hillocks.
"My God, you're beautiful!" he gasped, moving closer as she parted her outer labia with her slender fingers, offering her open vagina to the stunned taxman. Eyeing the opaque droplets of maiden juice clinging to her inner cunt flesh, he looked up at her pretty face as if awaiting her instruction, permission to lick her succulent inner folds.
"Go on, finger my cunt!" she giggled impishly, observing the craving depicted by his expression.
"God, you're a sexy little thing!" he exclaimed, slipping a finger between her swollen sex hillocks. "Christ, you're wet!" Driving his finger deep into the fiery heat of her tight cunt, he licked his lips, imagining his tongue lapping around her open hole, savouring her heady sex juice.
"Why have you come here?" Brigit asked, stretching her cunt lips further apart.
"To sort out Doctor Lickman's tax affairs," he murmured nonchalantly, examining the girl's sex folds, her stiffening clitoris as it emerged from beneath its pink bonnet.
"I'm sure we can come to some arrangement. Ah, that's nice, finger my cunt faster! God, you're making my clit go hard! I... I want your..."
"Arrangement?"
"Yes, an arrangement... ah, God! God, that's nice! A deal... we'll make a deal about the tax Doctor Lickman owes."
"Well, I don't know whether..."
"Oh, you don't want my cunt?" Brigit asked in surprise, his finger slipping out of her hot sex sheath as she stepped back and pulled her skirt down.
"Well, it's not that I don't want..."
"You either want my cunt or you don't. Are you married?"
"Yes, I am."
"Does your wife shave her cunt?"
"Good God, no!"
"You'd like to come in my mouth, wouldn't you? You'd like me to suck you off and swallow your spunk, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, very much!" he breathed, moving forward on his knees and slipping his hand up her skirt. "My wife... she..."
Lifting her skirt up, Brigit grinned as his finger penetrated her juicy cunt sheath again. "Does your wife suck your knob and swallow your spunk?" she asked impishly.
"No, she won't do that."
"Oh, you poor thing! Does she like you licking her clitty to orgasm?"
"No, she won't let..."
"Surely, she loves you lapping up her cunt juice?"
"She's not into oral sex," he replied dolefully.
"Does she like you fucking her arse hole?"
"She... thinking about it, she doesn't seem to like anything."
"Oh, dear! So, what arrangement can we come to? How much tax does Larry owe?"
"Thousands!"
"You can lick my cunt, if you like. Of course, you'll have to promise me that you'll get Larry off the hook."
"I can't write off..."
"You don't want me to suck you off, then? I'm the best cock-sucker in town, ask anyone. Well, I don't actually mean anyone!"
"I..."
"I'd like you to fuck my mouth, fuck my mouth and spunk down my throat as if it were my cunt."
"All right, I'll work something out. It won't be easy, but I'll try."
"You'll have to do better than that, Mr Taxman! Come into the examination room and I'll lick your knob, just to give you a taste of what's on offer. Well, to give me a taste, I suppose!" she giggled as he slipped his finger out of her hot vagina and rose to his feet.
Leading the way, Brigit formulated her wicked plan. Larry's camera was kept in the bondage room, always loaded with film, ready for photographing cunts. A couple of shots of the taxman committing vile and indecent acts with Monica would be enough to have him eating out of Brigit's hand, eating out of her pussy! The pictures might well come in useful should it be necessary to blackmail Monica, too, Brigit reflected.
"This is Monica," Brigit said, entering the bondage room. "She's having her cunt hair removed. Monica, this is the taxman."
"Brigit! Brigit, I'll..."
"Ignore her, she's always complaining, never satisfied. Why don't you grab that towel from the shelf and wipe the cream off her cunt? Do you like shaved cunts?"
"You bet!" he replied.
"You dare!" Monica bellowed as Ravenhugh reach out to the shelf. "If you touch me, I'll see that you're taken to court and..."
"Oh, do shut up, Monica," Brigit snapped, kneading the woman's ample breasts, twisting and pulling on her milk teats. "For once in your life, why don't you enjoy yourself, enjoy your cunt?"
Grinning, the towel in his hand, Ravenhugh cleansed Monica's fleshy cunt lips, exposing her smooth hairless skin, her yawning sex valley. He'd not demand a penny in income tax, Brigit mused, grabbing the camera from the shelf and focusing on Ravenhugh. Clicking the shutter to the accompaniment of Monica's screamed protests as Ravenhugh sank three fingers into her hot pussy, Brigit moved to the far end of the couch and focused on the woman's smooth, hairless vaginal lips, stretched tautly around the taxman's intruding fingers.
"Why take pictures?" Ravenhugh asked, his frowning eyes looking up at Brigit as she clicked the shutter again.
"Just a little insurance should you decide to change your mind and send Larry a tax demand," she smiled. "Pull your trousers down and I'll suck your knob off and drink your spunk."
"When I get out of here..."Monica shrieked as Ravenhugh withdrew his drenched fingers from her gaping cunt.
"Shut up, Monica, or I'll have the taxman wank himself off and spunk all over your face!" Brigit returned.
Dropping to her knees, Brigit focused the camera on Ravenhugh's erect penis, his bulbous purple knob, as he tugged his trousers down. The flash lighting up his heavy balls, she lay on the floor, taking several more shots of his cock with his face in frame before discarding the camera and kneeling before him. Taking his solid shaft in her hand, she pulled his foreskin right back. "Mmm, you have a fine weapon!" she breathed, opening her mouth and sucking his glans to the back of her throat.
Monica's shrieks resounding around the building, the taxman gasping, leaning on the examination couch to steady his trembling body, Brigit continued her fervent mouthing and sucking. Leaning over Monica's tethered body, Ravenhugh licked her hairless sex slit, driving three fingers into her wet cunt again as Brigit took his knob to the back of her throat and gently sank her teeth into his twitching shaft. Kneading his heavily laden balls, taking the taxman closer to his sexual ecstasy, Brigit decided not to bring him to orgasm and swallow his spunk. Monica would be the recipient, she concluded, slipping his wet glans from her hot mouth and licking his veined shaft. Monica's cunt would unwillingly swallow the gasping man's sperm!
"OK!" Brigit squealed excitedly as she rose to her feet. "Monica, how would you like the taxman to fuck you?"
Her eyes staring with hatred at Brigit, her bottom lip quivering, Monica scowled. "Brigit Biways, if you dare to..."
"God, here we go again!" Brigit giggled, pressing the concealed button and watching the false wall slide back. "Hi, Christine! Welcome to the orgy!" she laughed as the tethered girl turned her head and gazed at the taxman. "I'm sure you'd like to be fucked, wouldn't you?"
"Christine!" Monica cried, lifting her head and focusing on the naked girl. "Christine, what..."
"God, she's a bit of all right!" Ravenhugh breathed, turning to look at Christine. "I'll fuck that one, but not this old hag!" he laughed, slipping his fingers out of Monica's vaginal canal.
"No, you'll fuck both of them!" Brigit returned, grabbing his solid dick and pulling him towards the secret room - towards her protesting victim. "First, you'll fuck Christine senseless, and then you'll screw Monica's cunt! That's today's special offer, fuck one, fuck one free!"
