Civil Penalty Pt. 10

"Um, what's that for?"

With a wicked grin, he kissed me, "You know damned well Elizabeth. I told you, every time you mess with that woman, I'm going to give you six scorchers across your gorgeous derrière, my dear. So, I'm just putting it there to remind you what's waiting for you when you eventually get home tonight."

I moved closer and, reaching down, took his testicles in my hand, squeezing just hard enough to make him wince, "That better not be all that you're going to give me when I get home tonight, or this lady will not be happy."

He nodded with a broad smile, "Understood, ma'am. Now, off you go."

"Like this? But I'm, um, leaking, and I look ..."

"Freshly fucked? Yes, my love, you're truly beautiful." Like a gentleman (yeah, right), he opened the front door for me, "Now, off you go."

"Oh, you're so going to pay for this."

***

When I arrived at work, I hurried up a back staircase and used the executive bathroom off my office suite to restore my appearance to something at least a little more composed before making my way to Gianna's office. She looked up brightly with a beaming smile, "So, you still going through with this mad idea of yours regarding Marguerite?"

"Yeah, if I'm lucky, it might help me figure out what makes her tick at least a little."

She shook her head, "Well, I think you're playing with fire," she turned her laptop towards me, "There you go, a one-day per month FINO agreement that lasts for six months. I modelled it on the FINO you created for me but added no sexual interaction with men to protect your marriage. I thought about protecting your privacy, but that ship has already sailed, with sex videos and countless naked photos of you on the internet." She grinned, "Last chance, any changes you need?"

I read through the fine print and hemmed momentarily as anxiety and excitement battled in my emotions. Was I making a terrible mistake, I wondered?

"Yes, that should work. You'll notify Marguerite of the limits?"

"Of course, Beth. If you append your thumbprint and signature, I'll send it off for registration at the Bureau of Slave Affairs."

Not without a few reservations, I scribbled my name with the stylus she offered and pressed my thumb lightly on the fingerprint reader. She looked at the document and back at me briefly as her finger hovered over the send key, "You're sure?"

I licked my lips nervously and nodded. A moment later, it was done.

"Thanks, Gianna, I appreciate it."

I was rising to make my way to the door when her voice stopped me, "Just a moment, slave."

Startled, I looked around, and her beaming smile had taken on a distinctly wicked look, "Just some formalities. According to that FINO, you're mine until midnight, and as your temporary owner, I'm ordering you to serve fellow slave Marguerite Foucault fully and completely, obeying her as though she spoke with my voice for the period between midday and midnight tonight. Do you understand?"

"I do."

She blinked and stared at me, "Pardon?"

I swallowed, "I understand, Mistress."

"Better," she looked at the clock, "it's only nine now, so that gives you a couple of hours to do whatever you need to prepare yourself. I still think you're mad, Beth. But you're a big girl, I guess."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"Not so fast."

"Huh?"

Her smile grew distinctly mischievous, "As I said, I think you have a bit of time, so we might as well not waste it."

She pointed to the carpet in front of her chair and began to hoist up her skirt, "Best get to work, slave."

It was an hour later when she let me leave the office. She was flushed and giggling. My makeup and hair were mussed up even worse than when I'd arrived this morning: my mouth was full of her taste, one of my stockings was distinctly laddered, and she'd even kept my knickers, "I'm sorry, Beth, but you just walked right into it, and I couldn't resist."

I chuckled at her impish face and gave her a last lingering kiss, "You're a little minx, you know, and I'm going to have my revenge."

"Can't wait."

***

I nervously made my way to the penthouse suite and hesitated at the door, heart pounding and mouth dry, before letting myself in.

Inside, I saw Augustus's PA sitting calmly by the coffee table; as usual, her dress and hair were immaculate, and her lips curled in that alluring little smile of hers. She rose gracefully as I let myself in and nodded to me, "Mrs. Ortiz, good morning," her gaze lingered over my somewhat dishevelled state, and her smile broadened slightly, "I hope you had a pleasant evening last night, or should I say pleasant morning?"

"I, uh, yes, thank you."

She gestured towards the cups on the table, "I just made a pot of tea. Would you care for some?"

"I'm more of a coffee drinker, thank you. Um, how is..."

Her smile remained unchanged, but her eyes took on a distinctly mischievous twinkle, "Oh, she's resting; she's had quite a night."

I flushed, "Um, what did you...."

"What did I do to her? Why, a great many things. You did say you expected me to thoroughly and vigorously apply myself to the task at hand, did you not? So, I did just that; if I may say so, the results were exquisite."

"You can't stop there. Tell me more."

"Indeed. But as to the details? Well, I shan't bore you with minutiae, but I started with Hornyjuice."

My heart almost skipped a beat, and my hand flew to my mouth in horror, "Oh no, you didn't inject her with that crap, did you?"

She frowned, "Oh, please, that would have been far too clumsy an approach, and I understood you were looking for a more... delicate touch. No, after she was secured, I took my little paintbrush and painted a solution of it on her nipples and the lips of her nether regions. Then, I gave it a little time to sink in, as it were. She really is a most sensitive thing, and that made her doubly so. Her reactions were really quite, um... energetic."

"Oh, my."

"Then there was a great deal of kissing and stroking, gentle touching and that sort of thing. Of course, being bound and gagged, Marguerite couldn't tell me how she felt, but from the noises she kept making, I think she really liked that. And I gave her a very nice massage. Afterwards, I used my riding crop and gave her a thorough once over, top to toe, front and back, paying special attention to her bottom and her nipples, of course, and the soles of her feet. Now that really got her going."

"You, um, didn't hurt her, did you?"

The woman chuckled darkly, "Oh, you know how it is, probably more than she liked and less than she wanted by the end. But no, I was quite gentle; it was more for the sensation of helplessness than the physical experience, though she reacted very strongly when I landed a few strokes on her cute little outie labia."

I was physically trembling by then; the room felt distinctly hot, and there was a definite sensation of warmth and wetness between my thighs as she spoke. I swallowed, "Um?"

"Oh yes, well, of course, I had to kiss it all better and let me tell you, she tasted absolutely delicious! I must have eaten her out for hours! She was positively drooling and quite delirious by the end. Did you know she's really ticklish?"

"Ticklish?"

The woman gave me an almost angelic smile as she pulled a small paintbrush from her jacket pocket, "Yes, I used the bristles along her flanks, her nipples, and of course down below, and," she rotated the implement, "if you use the wooden end on nerve clusters, such as along the soles of the feet you can obtain quite spectacular results."

"Fuck."

She frowned, "No, I didn't do that; I somehow got the impression that was not what you were after. I did insert a small egg vibrator and used that a fair bit to keep her simmering and on the boil, and I had a purple wand for her nipples and other secret places. I used those quite extensively while stroking and kissing her, which also provoked a splendid reaction." she smiled, "I did that rather a lot."

"Did she...?"

"Orgasm? No, I didn't allow it. Again, I somehow got the impression you had other plans for her."

I shook my head, "So, you've just edged the woman for what? Twenty hours straight?"

She smiled happily as she played with the small paintbrush in her hand, "Pretty much, though I did give her a few breaks for hydration, and I let her use the facilities once, though I added a little humiliation by watching. I did let her get a few hours of sleep. Anyway, I captured most of what happened on the camera I set up, and I'll download the best bits for you once I've edited it."

"God, I forgot how much of a fiend you could be."

The woman smiled sweetly and stepped close enough to whisper, "I remember the first time you called me that. It was on the boardroom table, and I'd just brought you to your third; no, I think it was your fourth orgasm. Your eyes were filled with anger, shame and, above all, lust, and the whimpering noises you made were absolutely delectable. I tell you, Mrs. Ortiz, you are a beautiful woman, but I wager you never looked so lovely as you did on that table."

She stepped back, grinning widely, "It's my birthday next month. I think I'm going to ask Augustus to give you to me as a present."

I stared at her and stamped my foot for emphasis, "I'm a FREE woman now, AND I'm married. He can't give me to anyone!"

She smirked and leaned close again, "That's what they all say."

With a happy little sigh, she gave me a beaming smile, "Now, if you just give me a moment, I'll bring her back up to the boil, release her restraints, collect my little toys, and leave you to it."

After she had left, I quietly went into the bedroom. Marguerite was lying naked and splayed out on the bed. I could see her whole body was trembling, and her eyes were closed. In her state, I doubted she was consciously aware of anything around her.

Unzipping my dress, I let it slide to the floor and slipped onto the bed beside her. She mumbled incoherently as I touched and stroked her, kissing her mouth gently and then running my lips down her neck. She sighed when I breathed on her distinctly red and painfully erect nipples and moaned as I worked my way further down her body.

When I reached her lower regions, I pushed my tongue deeply and licked between the distinctly wet and swollen lips of her labia.

Her reaction was instant, awesome and spectacular!

Her whole body convulsed as an almighty orgasm absolutely crashed over her! She bucked like a horse in a rodeo, and I had to hold on for dear life even as I drove my tongue deeper into the furnace that was her core, licking and nibbling mercilessly, and I was surprised her scream didn't shatter windows ten floors beneath us.

I had no idea how long it lasted, but my muscles were aching, and my face was coated with her copious fluids when she finally slumped, exhausted and sweating, onto the bed, wholly and utterly spent.

Drawing her close, I wrapped my arms around her and murmured as gently as possible, "It's OK, you're safe, totally safe. I won't let anyone hurt you, I promise."

Eventually, her shuddering eased, her breathing deepened, and I realised she had succumbed to sleep. Carefully, I pulled the blankets over us and lay there with her.

After a while, my phone pinged, and I sighed. In some trepidation, I whispered, "Mistress, it's noon. I'm yours now."

Her eyelids flickered, and for a moment, I was face to face with her, staring into those hazel eyes, and she licked her lips like the cat that got the cream. She snuggled closer and sleepily whispered, "Hold me for a bit longer, please, Beth, just a little bit... please."

Pulling her close, I kissed her lightly and did just that.

***

POV: Elizabeth Ortiz nèe Cartwright

As I knelt at the side of the table, I stayed quiet and still as I kept my eyes downturned and my hands resting on my lap, trying for all the world to appear as meek and subservient as a proper slave should. Yet I couldn't help but flick a glance at Marguerite, and I had to school my face to squash the grin I knew would infuriate her as I took in her expression.

I almost giggled, "She's confused. She genuinely doesn't know what to do with me."

For her part, Marguerite sat in her seat, lips pursed slightly, fingernails drumming lightly on the tabletop, and with her head tilted just a little to one side as she regarded me intently. And I felt an almost perverse pleasure as I saw she looked even more dishevelled than I did.

Mind you, both of us looked like we'd been dragged through a hedge backwards; my cosmetics were almost comically smeared all over my face while my chin, neck and breasts were still coated with the fluids from her recent, quite spectacular, orgasm, while she still looked flushed and more than just a little shaken from that wild experience.

She had donned a sheer robe that did nothing to hide how erect her nipples still were while all I had on were my ripped and laddered stockings. My dress was a discarded puddle of fabric in the bedroom, and Gianna had confiscated my panties earlier when the little minx had cheekily obliged me to have my way with her in her office.

Whatever was left of our hairstyles had been thoroughly ruined, and I almost giggled again as I imagined that we must look like a pair of wild women after shooting a porno movie.

Marguerite shook her head as she mused, "I honestly didn't think you'd go through with it, Beth."

I risked looking up, "A deal's a deal."

She snorted incredulously, so I decided to mess with her head a little more, "Mistress, might this slave run you a bath?"

Taken aback, she blinked, "What the fuck are you playing at, Beth?"

I lowered my eyes, "I'm sorry, Mistress, forgive my being forward, but this slave thought you might enjoy it if I bathed you, and then I might prepare some lunch while you rested."

She frowned, "You'd do that, bathe me?"

"I'll do whatever you command, Mistress. I'm yours."

"Yeah, right! Until tomorrow when you decide to get your own back."

This time, I did look up and met her eyes unflinchingly, "Oh no, Marguerite, that's not how this works. There will be no repercussions no matter what you do, none! How could there ever be trust between us again if there were?"

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously, but her lips parted ever so slightly as the idea enticed her, "I, um, I'm not sure I believe you. I can do... anything I like?"

Shaking my head, I looked down at the table again, "I'm sorry, Mistress, but the usual rules regarding slave ownership still apply. You cannot order me to commit a crime; you cannot harm me to the degree that it causes injury or marks me permanently. Similarly, you cannot normally have alterations done that would outlast my period of enslavement. But otherwise, I am yours to command, yours to do with as you will."

She grinned, "So I could give you to someone else? I could get the security guards to come up here and gangfuck you while I drink my coffee and watch?"

"I regret, Mistress, as a slave yourself, you cannot command the security detail to do anything. But if you have a mind to, you could order me to fuck them if they were willing, though my owner stipulated I was forbidden to enjoy any men at this time. Still, half the detail are women," I smiled as I hooked my thumb towards the door, "I'd have to do it in the hallway, though."

"What? Why?"

"When you first came here, I made a deal with you. This is your Penthouse for as long as you live here. None of the guards can come in here without my permission or unless it's an emergency or part of their regular duties," I chuckled, "I should have thought of this, but as a slave for the day, I can't give them permission to do anything right now. I suppose we could call Gianna; she could sort it out. Otherwise, I'm sorry, but I'd have to perform for them outside, in the hall, if that is your wish."

"Would you do it?"

"In truth, Mistress, I'd rather not; it would be bad for future discipline. But if that is your command, I will obey."

"So, what happens if I bend you over this table and whip your ass until you scream."

I shrugged with a smile, "Then I get a whipped ass, Mistress," I rolled my eyes, "which will make what's waiting for me when I get home even more... interesting."

"Huh?"

"Oh, Delano says that as punishment for messing around 'with that woman', as he calls you, he's going to cane my ass when I get home. Mind you," I give her a lascivious smile, "that's not all he'll be doing."

Marguerite stared at me momentarily, and I could see she was trying hard not to giggle. Instead, she cleared her throat, "Uh, your husband sounds like my kind of guy. Can I fuck him?"

"Sure."

My instant response caught her completely flat-footed, and she sputtered, "What? Seriously?"

I shrugged, "I don't see why not. It's only fair he gets a taste, and you're hardly cat food. He'd need to be nuts not to fancy giving you a thorough seeing to. I'll have to ask him, though. And I should warn you he's still a bit angry about what happened to me, so if he gets his hands on you, it might not be all fun and games."

"He'd hurt me?"

"Oh God, no! He's an absolute gentleman, and he'd never hurt a woman. But I bet that wouldn't stop him from putting you right over his knee and turning your ass to hamburger. You wouldn't be sitting down for a week at least. But no, he'd never take advantage of you otherwise."

From the gleam in those eyes of hers, I could see she was actually thinking about it.

She looked at me again, "Beth, do you think we could ever have been friends? You know, if things were different?"

I laughed, "Not a hope! We would have been the best of frenemies from the moment we set eyes on each other. Our rivalry would have been the stuff of high school legends! We would have stolen each other's boyfriends and fought like wildcats to see who fucked the team Captain first. We would have reduced the cheerleading squad and our teachers to gibbering wrecks by the time we were done." I sobered, "But I tell you this, Margue... er, Mistress, we would have pushed each other like nothing and nobody else. We would have scored straight A's in absolutely everything we did as we tried to outdo each other. It would have been awesome."

She stood there a long moment, looking strangely forlorn, and I took a risk. Reaching out, I touched her chin gently, "Mistress, if you would permit, this slave would enjoy bathing you."

Her eyes flicked to mine, "Are you trying to seduce me, Beth?"

My smile was more that of the wolf than the maiden, but my voice was still mostly gentle as I leaned forward to whisper, "Yes."

***

POV: Marguerite Foucault

The warmth of the bathwater seeped into me, and I couldn't help but sigh as it eased away all the stresses and aches I had felt, leaving me lying there, almost completely relaxed, with my head lying back against the breasts of the woman behind me, using them as soft and erotic pillows.

It was a penthouse, after all, and the bath was easily large enough to accommodate the two of us in comfort and with room to spare. Steam from the water filled the spacious room, and scented candles added their delicate flavour to an already heady atmosphere.

Behind me, Beth was alternately running her fingers gently through my hair or massaging my scalp with those same delicate hands. It felt wonderful, and a contented sigh escaped me, "I could get used to this."

There was a ripple of movement behind me, and I felt Beth's soft, warm lips kiss along my neck before playfully nibbling gently at my earlobe as the woman murmured, "This slave is happy to serve, Mistress."

Even as she continued kissing along my neck down across my shoulder, I felt Beth's hands slip around my torso, moving to caress my breasts, toying with my nipples, which hardened almost immediately at their touch. The moan those pleasant sensations drew from me turned to a gasp as one hand slithered down my body to explore my sex. My thighs parted almost of their own volition, and I began to groan with delight as a finger effortlessly slid into me and began its slow, delicious stirring.