Slaves of The Pentacle - Part 1
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by Simon Grail
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: Attractive mother and daughter Lyn and Pippa Caxton are attracted to the secluded house of Viktor Wolff on the promise of work keeping house and being a companion to his daughter. But Wolff is not what he seems and soon they are his helpless captives as he prepares them for a quest to another reality, where even the most intimate functions of their bodies must be modified to suit his purpose. Bound naked side by side, mother and daughter are brutally indoctrinated into a life of slavery where they must both serve the desires of the same dominant man. This is the first part of a series of stories following Lyn and Pippa as they struggle to carry out their mission both in this world and an alternate version of England where slavery is the norm and women are moulded to suit their masters' desires. Can they succeed before they too become helpless Slaves of the Pentacle?
eBook Publisher: Fiction4All/FetishWorld,
eBookwise Release Date: February 2012
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [74 KB]
Reading time: 44-62 min.
'I think its along there,' Pippa Caxton said to her mother, looking up from the much folded map to point to the mouth of a narrow lane that wound its way off between the trees.
'I hope it's not another dead end,' Lyn Caxton said as she swung the wheel of the second-hand Volvo estate about. As it turned into the lane it wallowed slightly under the weight of the bags and suitcases packed into its luggage space.
Their GPS had given up on finding The Grange, Hexton Woods amongst the maze of twisting lanes some time ago. Since then they had fallen back on an old fashioned paper map, roadside enquires from passersby and the directions their new employer had sent them, which had seemed precise enough at first glance but evidently required more local knowledge to interpret than they had at their command. Although they were only in a rural corner of Hampshire an hour from London it felt as though they were lost in the wilds. Pinned to the directions was a printout of the advert that had brought them to this increasingly elusive location. A month earlier both its promise and oddness had caught Lyn Caxton's eye as she scanned the situations pages...
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Are you a responsible, professional class mother and daughter or female siblings in good physical and metal health? 2 positions as secretary/basic cook and housekeeper/ companion/informal tutor to a shy, academically challenged 18 year old girl are offered. Six months minimum employment. Generous accommodation and full board with guaranteed opportunities for self improvement and travel. Important Note: Due to a serious allergy problem in the household samples of hair from both applicants must be included with full printed CV's to test for possible incompatibility. Apply to Mr V. Wolff, Box 265.
'What do you think of this one?' Lyn said, showing it to her daughter. 'I'm not sure about the opportunity for "self improvement", whatever that means, but it's certainly different.'
'Well I think we're both in reasonable physical and mental health and you're definitely a professional,' Pippa agreed, scanning the advert critically. 'But he expects a lot from two people, doesn't he?'
'It's called multitasking,' her mother said dryly. 'Women are meant to be good at that.'
'Okay, so you could do the secretary/ cook part with no trouble and I can clean a house, but I'm not so sure I could be a tutor to some slow eighteen year old.'
'It says "informal." If he'd wanted a professional he'd have specified qualifications. You could help her learn more about literature and art at least. And history.'
'I suppose so. The bit about the hair is weird. Is that for the girl's sake? I've heard of pet hair allergies but I didn't know people reacted to other people's hair.'
'They seem to be discovering new allergies every day,' her mother said. 'Well, should we apply?'
'It can't hurt. We got to try everything, Mum. Beggars can't be choosers.'
They were not actually beggars but with the economy so fragile times were hard. Carolyn had brought Pippa up very successfully as a single mother but now, with small businesses cutting back or going under, her freelance bookkeeping was not making enough to get by on, while Pippa had only found temporary low paid summer work after finishing high school. She had already put her university plans on hold for a year. She had also parted from her latest boyfriend leaving her stuck at home with no means to leave. Fortunately she and her mother had always got on well together, but she was aware of the strain she was under.
'If we have six months full board I could rent out the flat,' Lyn speculated. 'I could still keep up with my core clients in my spare time and you could write some more, or do more illustrations for your portfolio.'
'I wish I was better at something other than English and Art,' Pippa said with exasperation. 'Something people would pay me good money for doing.'
'I thought we ruled out taking up pole dancing except as a last resort,' her mother said with a wry grin.
Pippa grinned back, enjoying their running joke on the subject. 'Mum, I thought we were saving the pole dancing option for you.'
The humour barely concealed Pippa's secret pride that at thirty eight her mother could still seriously have been a pole dancer. For that matter so could she, had she been so inclined, having inherited her mother's pleasing features, full bust, neat waist and thick mane of dark brunette hair. In fact her mother wore dark rimmed glasses she did not really need whenever she visited her bookkeeping clients to make herself appear more studious. Many people found it hard to believe such an attractive woman could be so capable with dry facts and figures.
'Looks like we'd better give this a try instead, then,' her mother concluded.
'I'll get the scissors,' Pippa said.
Presumably both their hair and CV's were satisfactory because a week later they received a reply from a Viktor Wolff offering them the position as housekeeper/secretary to himself and companion/tutor to his daughter Dawn. Again there was something odd about the phrasing of the letter, but the wages were good and they were too relieved at the prospect of a steady income to care. "Viktor" suggested Eastern European origins so English might not be his first language, in which case such minor lapses were excusable. They made a note to take their passports in case that was where the "opportunities to travel" referred to. After further correspondence with Mr Wolff a starting date was agreed and they set about renting out their flat.