The Flat (open for one at present)

[chris2c4u]

Xavier.

The answerphone tape whirred back and I listened to Yvonne's voice. "Sweety, I missed you. Would you like to come to a party? My place, just the usual crowd and their new - acquaintances. They need you to show them just how much money you can make them; you are sooo good with figures..." she giggled and mentioned what she would like doing with her own figure. I smiled, feeling a twinge of arousal which made me almost miss the fact that her party was the same day as Albury's medieval soiree. I put the matter to the back of my mind for a while; I might be able to ignore her and pretend I hadn't got the message if she wasn't in one of her domme moods.

I settled back in my leather chair and looked at the screens in front of me. It was going to be a very busy few hours.

****

"Darling, where have you got to? I really do need you to be at my
party today. I do hope you are well. Perhaps I should send my people round to check on you?"
I pressed stop on the tape and checked the time Yvonne had left the message. Only an hour ago; she hadn't left anything before that as I worked round the clock setting everything up; she didn't seem to be suspicious.

I checked my watch as I sat in front of the computer screen -
hopefully for the last time in the flat. Everything was in place;
even if they came in and destroyed everything here, nothing should be able to stop the chain of events once they were initiated. I rubbed my chin, deliberately unshaven, and looked at the message box on the screen.

Begin? Y / N

I pressed Y.

I gathered up the few things that I needed and made my way out onto the road; I didn't trust the car park. Looking around, I approached my Jaguar and checked the back seat in paranoid fashion as I approached. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary as I pulled out and drove away.

The entrance to Albury Villa was deserted when I arrived and pressed the intercom to gain access. The signs on the long drive up to the house instructed visitors to go to the Lodge before proceeding. There I found a bored young woman giving out instructions concerning behaviour towards slaves and taking down details about me - "security purposes," she intoned monosyllabically.

"Today's theme is medieval, do you have a costume?"

I showed her my monk's habit and she indicated a changing room and gave me receptacles for my clothes and personal effects. "From here, you will be in character. Enjoy your day in Medieval England." She picked up her copy of Heat magazine as I walked through to get changed.

 

[sandmartin]

The next morning I visited Mr Albury in his office as he instructed. He checked me over physically and concluded that beyond the three stripes on my bottom I had no other visible marks of the assault.
“How do you feel?”
“Can I speak freely – or do you just want to hear that I’m okay all things considered?” I was angry, but so far was managing to contain that anger and resentment.
“If you want to tell me how unfair all this is, save your breath, I’ve heard it all before.”
“Well it is unfair – it is also wrong.” I blurted out.
“From your perspective I have no doubt that it is. The motorist say’s the same thing about the ever spiralling costs of motoring.”
“This is different and you know it.”
“I know this young lady, you should count yourself lucky that I came along and purchased you when I did.” He relaxed his composure slightly. “You could have so easily found yourself shipped abroad to a place much less savoury than this. Had you been blonde Lian would have held you back for one of her Arab clients where they value blonde young ladies most highly. Can you imagine a life without tampons and decent medical care – I won’t bore you with the details. Now, how do you feel?”
“Sore, and I ache all over.” I saw little point in upsetting him further. He knew how I felt about my situation and that wouldn’t change anything.
“Sore – sore where?”
“Where do you think?”
“I suggest you lose the attitude quickly.” He looked me hard in the eye. “Now go and do whatever it is you need to do to ease your discomfort, salve is available if you ask one of the girls. You are not to participate in any form of sexual activity, and that includes masturbation, before tomorrow evenings Medieval Banquet. I’ll see you again in the morning, in the meantime you will help the others prepare for the Banquet – is that understood?”

I nodded my head, angry that he should assume that I masturbated, and he dismissed me. Dianne gave me some salve, which I applied, and then I was set to work clearing up from the previous night’s party. The next morning I returned to Mr Albury’s office, he checked my bruises and declared that they were not so unsightly as to prevent me serving that night at the Banquet.
“How do you feel today?”
“Sore.” I answered.
“Hmmm!” He looked at me sceptically. “Did you use some salve.”
“Four times yesterday and once when I got up this morning.” I replied nonchalantly.
“Right – let’s have a look at you then.” His tone bored and dispassionate.

I lay back and let him examine me, hoping that he would disbar me from any form of sexual activity for the rest of the day, including the Banquet.
“There is little sign of redness or swelling.” He concluded. “You need to shave yourself again. Apply plenty of salve today and before you attend tonight’s Banquet, where you will participate fully, I suggest a liberal amount of lubrication gel as a precaution.”

With that I was dismissed, admittedly angry at his verdict, and set to work helping to put up the two long rows of trestle tables that would run the length of the hall, with one long set of tables which would form the head table.

Remember the male slave I was introduced to when I first arrived at Albury Hall? He was looking after my crew of worker’s and took it upon himself to pair us off together. At every opportunity he would make some remark or insinuation about me, and the two of us. For the most part I ignored these comments, but couldn’t fail to notice his penis fluctuating between bouts of flaccid and semi-hardness.

At first he was charming and friendly, but as the morning moved on and I deflected his attention, he became more sullen. At lunch time he caught me alone and told me straight to my face that we should get together. I told him that it wasn’t allowed between slaves.
“What they don’t know about won’t hurt them.”
“But I don’t want to.” I answered.
“You’ll do as you’re told – the same as the rest of us.” He squeezed my wrist.
“And you are the same as us – Ow! Stop it, you’re hurting me.”
“Tonight at three o’clock in the morning, you will meet me in the room directly opposite the dorm – okay?”
“No – I won’t.”
“You will if you know what’s good for you. It’s just a little fun. If you don’t, then life around here will become much worse for you.” He walked off and left me.

After lunch I did my best to avoid him as we finished setting up for the Banquet. Banners were draped from the walls, the tables were set for the guests, armour and shields with crests were put out on display and a roaring fire was built in the great hearth. We were fed and ordered to dress in the costumes provided.

Some of the girls would be dancing girls and were dressed accordingly, while some of the guys were jugglers and acrobats. I, having no special skill, was dressed in a knee length skirt (a luxury) and the most daring bodice I had ever seen in my life, but I was clothed and there was something to be said for that. Underwear of course didn’t exist, and I wondered how long my clothing would remain attached to me as I stepped into the hall with a large jug of mead for the guests who were all ready beginning to arrive.

In the back of my mind was not only the immediate ordeal of getting through the Banquet, but what to do about my three o’clock appointment.

 

[chris2c4u]

Xavier.
The Hall appeared stone floored, rushes were strewn over it. Long tables covered in trenchers, flagons, goblets, awaited the guests as we began to arrive.

There, a knight and his lady took their seats, calling on a nearby
slave woman to bring them drink. Both ogled her near nakedness, the glint on gold around the slave's neck reflecting the flickering light of tallow lamps on the tables and torches on the walls.

I made my way to the seat I was allocated, keeping my hood up, not wishing Sandy to give anything away if she caught sight of me. My apparent attempt at being mysterious went sown well with my neighbours, one apparently a Frankish trader, he told me as he chewed on the leg of a chicken. The other a princess out of Wales, fearful of the Normans and what they were doing along the borders of England.

I quickly made up news from Shrewsbury for her and we fell into our roles. Had it not been in such a place, where people were forced to perform for the amusement of the guests it would have been a pleasant diversion. However, there was the first scream of the evening to divert us.

Looking around a laughing group of soldiers were busy dripping the hot tallow of a lamp onto the spread genitals of a female slave they held down, before continuing the course of the hot liquid up her body to her nipples.

A half naked man, carrying a platter of food walked by for my princess to stop him and slide her hands up his inner thighs and caress his balls before ordering him to leave food on her plate and come back later with wine. She giggled at me and began to eat as music played, drink was consumed and riotous behaviour began in earnest.

The half light of the hall made it difficult to make out faces and as yet Sandy was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps she was rested? How many slaves did Albury have? Were they all used all the time?

I groped a stauesque slave woman as she walked by and pulled her onto my knee, calling out that she needed absolution before comitting sins with a friar. My eyes caught her cold glare and I slid my hand between her legs and pressed my lips to her mouth, with remained resolutely shut to any advance I might try. Pushing her away I continued eating and drinking a little, watching the princess fondling her slave, telling him how she was going to enjoy his cock being suckled by her boyfriend.

I stood and wandered among the small groups of writhing figures, listening to sobs and cries before I saw her. Sandy was bringing a small barrel of beer down from a storeroom; she held it on her shoulders and her eyes darted around the room, looking for a way to get to her destination with the minumum of pawing or worse. I began to track her and she didn't spot my efforts until it was too late to stop me grabbing her around her waist.

I felt her stop, her muscles tensing, awaiting what I would do to her. In what I hoped was a disguised voice I ordered, "take the barrel to its place, servant, then come with me." Resignedly she walked to a table and put down the barrel and then I grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards pillars and shadows. Taking her into the near darkness of the hidden place, where others were already copulating, I pushed her back against the pillar and felt her curves roughly, bending my face to her neck.

"Don't do or say anything sudden," I said, "it's Xavier." Louder I said, "get those legs up round my waist you little tart."

 

[sandmartin]

I did my utmost to remain inconspicuous in the dimly lit hall. I fetched wine and mead when called and was groped at every possible opportunity. One guy even tried to bite my breast as I leaned across him to fill his goblet. I found that if I moved purposefully about the hall I was generally left alone. Any one that lingered was immediately summoned and abused in some form or other.

A group of women had managed to commandeer two male slaves, had them strip naked and stand before them, erections pointing forward while they attempted to throw hoops over their erect cocks. As I went to fetch more ale I spied another woman on her knees before another male in a dark corner. He masturbated himself as she blew on his engorged cock, her hands clasped on his naked buttocks as she stared openly at his genitals.

Screams distracted me. Not far away a girl had been pinned down and spread eagled. Men surrounded her, pouring hot wax over her naked body as she lay kicking and screaming beneath their riotous laughter. Not far away two women were beating the naked buttocks of a male slave as he rutted with a female slave they had seized for their amusement.

The evening was rapidly descending into an orgy of violence and rape. Girls were pressed up against pillars and raped standing up. One girl stood bent over and naked, trying to suck on a cock while she masturbated two other men as a four took her from behind. I watched another girl remove her robe and pour a mug of ale down herself as a group of men watched. They immediately attacked her, licking and sucking at the beer from her exposed body.

A group of men, more intent with a girl they were taking turns at than me, ordered me to fetch them a small barrel of beer. I raced off to fetch the beer, another errand that I hoped would keep me out of harms way as I moved purposefully through the hall – too busy to serve the demands of anyone else. My only concern was that they might pick on me when I returned with their beer.

The barrel was heavy as I carried it on my shoulder back into the hall. Threading my way carefully, I headed back to the group of men, still hoping I could escape their clutches when I arrived with the barrel. An arm snaked about my waist and I immediately tensed, recognising that my time had come.
"Take the barrel to its place, servant, then come with me."

My insides coiled tightly as he marched me up to the table where the men were busying themselves with the helpless girl they had laid naked on the table. As he led me away towards the darker recesses of the room I felt sick to the stomach.

He pushed me up against a pillar and as I faced him, I realised he was dressed as a monk. Not that it made any difference what he was dressed as, in the end it all boiled down to us and them. His hands roamed freely over my body as I stood there dispassionately waiting for him to get on with it. His head leaned into me and for a moment I couldn’t believe my ears...
"Don't do or say anything sudden - it's Xavier."

For a moment I tensed in total disbelief. Realisation swept in and with it came a sense of anger – what the hell was he doing here? Before I could say anything he spoke in a loud voice for all to hear that were within earshot…
"Get those legs up round my waist you little tart."

I lifted my leg up to his waist, but couldn’t hold back my anger anymore…
“You bastard! You’ve got a nerve coming here, come to gloat have you?” I hissed at him between clenched teeth. I wanted to beat him, pound my puny fists against his chest and do all the normal womanly things to vent my frustration, my anger at him, but I dared not. “To think I was worried about you when all along you were tricking me.”

His hand curled around my raised thigh, supporting my leg, holding it high and open for easy access.
“Shut up and listen to me will you. I’ve come to get you – get you out of here.”

Oh! That took the wind right out of my sails. “You mean you’ve come to rescue me?” I said in surprise.
“Yes.”

My whole body went limp, my head bowed to his chest and the tears suddenly burst forth in an uncontrollable torrent of anguish and relief. His arms folded around me…
“Shhh…” He muttered, looking around himself to see if anyone had noticed. “Not now, I need you to be strong. Plenty of time for tears later.”
“But how?” I sobbed, drying my eyes on the coarse fabric of his cassock. “They never let me out of here.”

 

[chris2c4u]

I took Sandy's hand and we went to one of the security guards, where I asked to speak with Albury. In a few minutes he appeared, dressed as a knight. He smiled and shook my hand as I led him away to speak privately about buying Sandy.

He glanced over my shoulder at her. "She is new here and I can see how you would be interested in her," he said. He weighed up her value to his enterprise; she hadn't shown any particular skills that would lead to promotion but here was a guest already showing an interest in her.

I made an offer that seemed to cause him some thought. "She is worth more," he said, prepared to gamble; he didn't really have anything to lose and knew I was perpared to offer more. I made a slight increase in my bid, knowing it would be enough for him to replace her twice over.

He drew in a breath and held out his hand to close the deal. I smiled at Sandy and winked, taking her hand as we all left for his office to conclude the purchase. I changed into my normal clothes to recover my credit cards and the purchase was completed.

"I hope you enjoy her," he said, smiling.

"Oh, I will, the little girl will be thoroughly used," I said and we
laughed.

"Come on you slut," I turned to Sandy. "Keep those things on, you'll be wearing much less soon." With my hand in the small of her back I guided her out to the car park, trying not to look too anxious to get away.

As I set the car in motion I looked at Sandy beside me; she could
hardly believe that she was seeing the outside world. It was only
after we left the gates of the place that she seemed to realise her ordeal was over.

I knew though that there were some loose ends to tie up before she could be safe and I was sure that would be next on the agenda.

I parked outside again when we got back to the flat. Sandy was
understandably nervous as we approached the lobby. As I expected, two big men whose faces had had arguments with metal objects loomed up at me.

"You're to come with us." They didn't expect a disagreement.
I looked at them and coldly said, "Listen carefully. Go back to
Yvonne and tell her to come here to see me. Alone." I held up my hand as they tried to grab me. "If she doesn't and if I or my companion is touched by you two, she will have no money left to pay you. Nothing. Zero. Do you understand? Tell her to try and access her bank accounts. Now, if you'll excuse us, we'll just go upstairs to wait for her."

 

[sandmartin]

He didn’t answer my question; instead he led me by the hand to one of Albury’s minders. I recognised him as one of the two who had evicted the card player. Xavier asked to speak with Albury in private. The man glanced from Xavier to me suspiciously. I figured he thought I’d been up to something, but he sent instructions for Mr Albury to be summoned.

Xavier and Mr Albury left me with the henchman while they discussed whatever it was that Xavier had planned. The guard was friendly enough, though I was too nervous to respond much to his small talk and the joke he made about how he should keep a safe distance away from me in case I should try to knee him in the vitals.

I tried to listen to what Xavier and Mr Albury were discussing before realising that Xavier was trying to negotiate a price for me. Eventually they concluded their business and in a dream like state I was escorted outside, scarce believing that freedom was a breath away. My heart was pounding in my chest and I barely noticed the cool night air, expecting at any moment to hear someone call and my freedom denied.

We got in the car and it wasn’t until we were safely out of the gates and on our way that the emotional dam burst. It was over, I was free. No more pawing, stripping, dirty comments, or sex. I curled up against the door and sobbed my heart out until there were no more tears to flow. Xavier said little during this time, occasionally injecting the odd apology.

I hated him and loved him all at once, my head a mixed cocktail of emotion. I wanted to kiss and hug him, and scream and beat him all at the same time. Eventually I calmed and when I though my voice would be steady enough, I thanked him.
“It isn’t over yet.” He replied grimly.
“Why?”
“Yvonne was expecting me at her place tonight. She is going to be disappointed that I didn’t show…”
“Oh!” My heart sank.
“I shouldn’t be surprised if there is a reception committee waiting for us.”
“Let me out of the car.” I said quietly.
“I can’t. You’re barely dressed, nothing on your feet and no place to go.”
“I managed well enough before until I got tricked into giving myself up.” There was no malice in my tone.
“Trust me. I’ve got it all worked out. I haven’t gone to all this trouble without ensuring a little insurance cover just in case.”

We arrived at the apartment block about half-an-hour later. My nerves were taut as we stepped out of the car and crossed to the lobby. Two of the ugliest looking men I had ever seen stood up as we entered. They were big, nasty looking men and I didn’t like the way they kept looking at me, it made me feel naked. Something about the way they looked at me told me that they could easily overpower Xavier and take me; I knew this thought had occurred to at least one of them and I shrank back behind Xavier, ready to bolt for the door.

I was surprised how confidently Xavier handled them. The two big men ambled out of the building looking disgruntled, like a dog denied its bone and I wasn’t quite sure whether it was Xavier or me that was on their menu. Perhaps it was both of us. Xavier was certainly the main course; they had looked surprised to see me with him, which could only mean I would be dessert.
“We should grab some things and get out of here before they come back.” I said, not hiding the fright in my voice.
“We can’t hide forever from these people. Besides, they haven’t gone anywhere. They’ll phone Yvonne and wait outside in their car. Those bozos can’t think for themselves.” He opened the door to his flat. “Do you want to change?”
“Can I have the key to my flat?”
“You’ll have to be quick.”

He fetched my key and gave it to me and told me to be quick, just throw a few things into a bag as a precaution, ready to move out in a hurry if we had to, so nothing too bulky and heavy.
“Will you come with me?” I asked nervously. I really didn’t want to be left on my own.

He glanced at his watch. “At a guess I’d say we have half-an-hour, maybe three-quarters, before she gets here.”
I understood, but I still didn’t want to be alone.

He followed me up the stairs to my apartment. I had the strangest feeling as I opened the door and entered. Everything was just as I’d left it all those weeks earlier. My empty coffee cup on the table, my book still open face down to mark the page I had been reading. I travelled quickly through to my room; Xavier followed and stood to one side as I began to grab some clothes, hastily throwing them on to my bed.

I picked out something’s to wear, underwear – a luxury. I glanced at him standing there, my hands poised to remove my stupid costume, and then thought what the hell, he’s seen me naked before. I pulled my garb off and then began to dress.
“Jesus!” He exclaimed. “What happened to you?”

I peered back over my shoulder, then turned to the mirror. The bruises on my bottom were still visible.
“I got beaten.” I replied, swiftly stepping into my underpants and pulling them up to cover myself.

I pulled a bra on and as he stepped forward to help me fasten it I drew back, telling him I could manage. I felt bad then, seeing the wounded look in his eyes. He had genuinely been going to help me, the sharpness of my response had cut him. I hadn’t meant it to sound the way it did, it just came out that way. I threw on an old shirt, baggy and nondescript, something to hide behind.

When I was dressed, I stuffed my few clothes into a bag and as we passed back through my apartment, I grabbed my handbag, which had my purse in it and all my own bank cards, and my mobile phone. The last thing I took was the charger for my phone and a coat.

We headed back to Xavier’s apartment. I was terrified of what would happen, what she would say, when Yvonne arrived and found me there. She was, I was certain, going to be in a foul mood when she discovered that Xavier had frozen all her assets, my presence, I assumed, would only exasperate her further.

 

[chris2c4u]

Yvonne smiled as she came through the door I'd left open. I'd asked Sandy to wait in the study for the time being, hoping the goons hadn't told Yvonne I wasn't alone. I showed her how to use the video system so she could watch what happened.

"Sweetie," she purred. "what have you been up to?"

"Your money. Vernon's too, and several other of your associates who had been kind enough to believe in my expertise, is currently
invested in a rather dubious company in Caracas. This company will soon come under investigation for its possible involvement in cocaine smuggling. They are trying to combat their image over there, you know? If that were to happen the monies of the company would be frozen by international law and not even I could get them back. I would think anyone who was found to be investing in the company could well come under investigation from the authorities in their home country. I don't think your associates in the local police force would be able to deflect such an investigation. It would be very messy indeed."

She did a good job keeping her face from contorting. She also didn't fly at me. I did see her knuckles whiten as her hands balled into fists of impotent rage though.

As she didn't speak I continued, "You will let me leave. You will not interfere with the sale of this property which I will arrange. You will not try to find me. There is a dossier on all your activities - including the sex slave ring - once again, you would not be able to stop the investigation once that gets into the hands of the press. If anything happens to me, that dossier goes straight to some people I know at a national newspaper. That dossier will also be sent if anything happens to Sandy, who is no longer the property of Mr Albuty. Is everything clear so far?"

"Perfectly," she uttered.

"Your money will be back the day after tomorrow. Goodbye...sweety. Oh, and make sure you take your friends outside with you when you leave."

Her jaw moved as if she were chewing on the abuse she would like to heap upon me. She knew, though, that she couldn't risk anything. She turned on her heel and left, leaving the door ajar.

I drew a ragged breath and went to see Sandy.

Sitting next to her I said, "we've got a day at most really to be on
the safe side. I can arrange someone to take your things in the flat into storage if you can't sort anything out that quickly. I don't
know where will be totally safe for you. Maybe out of the country for a while."

I pucked up an envelope from the desk and gave a wan smile. "It
didn't quite make a million. You welched on the deal before the time was up. But this is the amount your money made. It's back in your account."

I sighed. "I'm sorry for everything Sandy. I hope you can have a good life still, try to put these horrors behind you. Soon, you won't have to see me or anyone around here ever again."

 

[sandmartin]

For several moments I stood dumbly before him not knowing what to say.
“What about you – where will you go?” I tried to keep my voice calm, though I felt anything but calm inside.
“That’s not important – I can look after myself.”
“Oh! Just like last time.” I couldn’t resist the cheap shot.
“I won’t be making the same mistake as last time, I’m leaving too remember.” He looked drained, nerves stretched to breaking point and exhausted through lack of sleep.
“Why don’t we go together?” I couldn’t bring myself to look at him, my face as serious as I felt.
“I think they are going to be more interested in finding me than they are you, at first anyway. There’s not much point in making it easier for them. Once they get their money back and they think they are in the clear, they might come after us.”

I felt deflated then. Something inside was chewing at me and I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I just knew I didn’t want to walk out of his apartment on my own. What would be waiting for me outside - who would be there, waiting to follow me?
“You said might, that’s not the same as will.” I answered slowly. “What happens if they don’t come after us?”
“Well then we are in the clear?” He looked puzzled.
“So why don’t we take the chance and just go, we can look out for each other?”
“It’s too dangerous. If we part company we can act as insurance for each other.”
“Oh! So I’m just your insurance policy now am I?”

He looked stunned by my sudden outburst and the anger in my voice.
“Look, I said I’m sorry. If I could turn the clock back and make everything right again - undo all that’s happened - I would. I tried to make things right, I came after you didn’t I?”
“You just don’t get it do you?” I cried, the dam bursting once more. “I turned myself in for you – gave myself up when I was away free – I didn’t do that because I didn’t care about what happened to you.”

The words hung in the air between us. The implication of what I had said not lost on him, the realisation hitting me like an express train.
“What are you saying?” He asked quietly.
“That I think I love you God dam it!” The tears continued to coarse down my face.

 

[chris2c4u]

I didn't understand; after all of this - she was saying she loved me?

I couldn't help myself as I stepped forward, kissing her tears, hugging her body as she sobbed against me, feeling the dampness from her eyes soak into my clothes. I began to kiss her cheek, tasting the salty tracks of the tears, my mouth seeking hers, sucking on her lips, swallowing her soft cries.

I slowly, gently pulled her away from me for a moment. I wiped the tears from her face, strands of hair too. Suddenly overwhelmed I grinned and mumbled, "you've had your hair cut. It looks nice."

We both stood and looked at one another and then broke down in laughter at the inappropriate ordinaryiness of the remark.

I hugged her again, holding her close, feeling her relax a little.

"Let's do it," I said, kissing the top of her head. She looked up at me and bit her top lip.

"Tun away together. Safety in numbers?" She slid her hands around my midriff and rested her face against my chest.

Stroking her back I murmured, "you know, this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

The End

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