Three months later….
“We fink…” said Suzy, naked but for her now-usual gymshoes, reaching out an arm and
pulling him closer. They were watching an ancient movie on TV, or rather, Richard and Suzy
were – Di was sitting in the sofa with them but reading a newspaper, the ‘Property’ pages.
A serious Diana in a real skirt, a red leather one; just the skirt because Di regards her
fine, gold-pierced breasts as something to flaunt. ‘Still makes me turned-on; it’s like
showing them off to myself,’ she once said, ‘and anybody else...’
“We bin finkin’ an’ we fink…”
“How much is our shop worth – if you sold it, I mean?” asked Di, putting the paper down
and turning to him. The long gold chain that connected her crotch to Suzy’s clinked at the
movement, slid over Suzy’s naked thigh to the cushions beneath.
“What?” said Richard. “That’s my business… A fair bit – lot of high-class goodwill.
Listed building in the City. And stock. I’m not selling it…” Suzy pulled him closer still
and began to trace fingers lightly on the zip of his pants.
“What abaht the buildin’? It’s a ‘listed historic’, innit?”
“That’s what I said.” He lifted her hand away and opened his pants for her. “You mean
sell the freehold, the lot? Look girls, it’s mine, all of it. Shut up. Read your paper,
Di.”
“We asked someone ‘ow much,” said Suzy, leaning, frowning a little and extracting his
rising shaft. “While we were in the clinic… S’wurf bleedin’ millions…”
“You’re going to blackmail me,” he said, grinning, grabbing her curly head of black
gleaming hair and guiding her mouth in the right direction.
“Didn’t think of that, did we?” Di to Suzy.
“I did,” said Suzi. “Take ‘im to th’ cleaners….”
“It’s rude to speak with your mouth full, Suz,” said her other-half.
Their relationship, Di’s with Suzy, theirs with him – his with the pair of them – had
become one that no one of the three was any longer capable of describing, except in Suzy’s
words – ‘It’s nice, innit?’ At one point he’d argued with himself that he was the ‘first
among equals’ but it wouldn’t do, because he didn’t feel ‘first’. They were a trio within
which each one loved the other two with a sense of absolute ease. ‘More like a damn
marriage,’ Richard had said, not having any idea about any marriage, damned or not. Diana
now might say, not specifically to Richard but to Richard and Suzy, “Done the washing,
three loads of it; I think I’d like a really good fuck.”
“Yes, well…” from Richard, “I’m teaching your sister how to use the 3G mobiles – before
she destroys them. You’ll have to wait…”
And Suzy to Richard: “Gimme ten minnits. I’ll go an’ put a big prick on. Give ‘er a
quick shaftin’. That do yer, Di? Git yer gear orf…”
“Bring a hogtie and a gag,” said Richard. “After you’ve poked her she can lie quietly in
the corner on her tits - until I think you’re safe with things slightly more complicated
than a box of damn matches…”
Suzy would say “nice”; Di would say “For how long?”
“Could be hours,” from Richard with a grin.
“So long as I don’ ‘ave to cook dinner by meself.” Suzy, exiting as Di began to unfasten
the body-harness she happened to be wearing. “On the sofa then, an’ ‘old yer cunt open,
won’ be a minnit…”
Sometimes he really couldn’t tell them apart these days; same hair, same bare thrusting
tits, same glinting gold tit-rings. Same enjoyable eagerness when he fucked them – except
that Di made ‘uh’ and ‘uh’ and ‘uh’ noises and Suzy said ‘oh’ and ‘bleedin’ ‘ell’ and ‘oh’
and ‘jeez’. And that when he beat their backsides – for his pleasure and for theirs or
because they needed it – Di would weave her hips and mew or make little shrieks whereas
Suzy would remain absolutely still and quiet, fingers on her toes… Thwackkk - Thwackkk -
Thwackkk - Thwackkk - until he’d done, then would stand up and grab her sluicing vulva. If
it had been very hard – correction rather than ‘encouragement’, a strap or even the cane
rather than ‘the slipper’ – she’d say, red faced, “Jeez…” again. He seldom connected them
by their shared chain now but sometimes he’d come upon them, both naked, doing some
domestic chore together with the chain hanging in a glinting gold catenary from crotch to
crotch, having chained themselves. On their part they loved him utterly, seeing him as
just a big, fun animal of a different and enjoyable configuration. It was all so easy,
full of ease. They all three together used the vast bed in his room, sleeping or
clambering or watching each other immersed in sex: once - when they’d all three lain back
drained – in a gesture of just love he’d seized their hair in his big hands and had turned
their heads face to face, almost touching, causing Suzy at least to shift about quickly…
“Owww!”
He thought it would have made a rather good photo, two near-identical naked girls on an
untidy, rubber sheeted bed, face to face, breasts to breasts, arms holding each other,
faces close as if they were about to kiss; naked girls with great gold rings at their very
firm and jutting near-identical tits, glinting rows of small gold rings just visible at
their very moist slits, the gold chain connecting them draped over thighs and bright
against ivory skin and the glossy, smeared rubber sheet. One depilated smooth ivory mound
read SUZY in big blue tattooed lettering, the other, partly obscured read ‘DIA…’ DIANA.
He’d plucked the slipper from the bedside table and had begun to chastise their bare
backsides slowly, alternately - smack - smack – smack…only to hear “E’s a lovely man,
inni?” and ”Mmm,” and to see Diana pull Suzy’s open mouth to hers, to eat each other
eagerly while he spanked them. Just for a moment he’d let his eyes take in the
near-identical pale and even whip scars on backs and on round, firm bottoms. One real
whipping each, as he’d promised them; it hadn’t been a sexual experience, whipping them –
it’d been just violence… He’d sent them to the clinic because that’s where you send naked,
shivering, sobbing, bleeding, flogged girls. They’d done a good job on the lacerated
bodies – the resultant scars were neat and even, just parallel white-on-white banding.
Save for Di, where his awkwardness with his first-ever swing of a real whip had left one
scar that curled round under her arm and terminated on a projecting gold-ringed breast.
When they’d been delivered back to him after the bad, bad time of waiting, Suzy had said –
of their delicate scars…
“I fink iss nice. I fink we’re perfick. I fink we’re bootiful… Them scars says ‘oo we
are, dunnay? Cool,” she’d said, rotating a little, naked, to show him. He remembered them,
after they’d come back to him, in their ‘playroom’, the bedroom he’d built and furnished
for them, playing together for him because he liked to watch them playing – and because
they liked to play. They really were perfect in every way…
His ‘bad-time’ – the time when he’d sent them to the highly-illegal ‘clinic’ to be
perfected – physically – seemed so distant, almost as if it had never happened; they were
his now, Di and Suz, his pair and he was theirs. He had no real need to tell them what to
do – about anything, could rely on them to surprise and excite him by their constant
experimentation with each other’s bodies – for his benefit and their own…
‘You gotta minnit? I got ‘er upside-dahn on the frame dahnstairs, wiv ‘er legs open.
Fort you could take a photo wiv’ me pretendin’ to cane ‘er cunt – we ain’t got anyfing
like that… Or I could use a strap an’ really whup it – not too ‘ard o’ course. Cane’s too
‘eavy for spankin’ a cunt, innit? Then you could make a video… She say’s OK – or she
would, like. I gagged ‘er…”
They checked, tried every new item that he added to the shop-stock, parading before
him, grinning in assortments of fetish-wear, bondage-gear and criticising it.
“What’s this, Richard?”
He looked at the label of the ‘sample’. “Says it’s a double penis gag…” It looked like
a tangled mess of narrow rubber straps within which were two gags, connected by a thick
rubber rod. It proved to be just that; with the straps enclosing their heads if provided a
stubby, fat internal penis for each of them to suck and the shaft of an external penis
connecting the two so that their faces were two inches apart. Two gagged mouths sharing
one prick. Clever but not a lot of his customers had two willing women-friends. His two
looked as if they were enjoying it though, standing there face to face in just gold rings
– Suzy in the latest present-to-herself, red plimsolls. He ordered two of the things only;
one to sell and one to add to the girl’s own collection. Might be pleasant to have them
sleep like that…
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