The Collector Ch. 05

"What the bloody hell are those awful things!" Barnaby had positioned himself behind Charlotte and was unzipping his flies.

One of the dictums mandated to the Acolytes of the Circle was that they were always to wear stockings. The Masters had decreed this when pantyhose, or tights as they are known in the UK, became popular in the 1960s. The reasons being because stockings are far more sexier than pantyhose, but also they facilitate easy access to an Acolyte's vagina and anus. A dispensation was made to allow the wearing of hold-up stockings when it is impractical to wear a suspender belt. The wearing or slacks or jeans is strictly forbidden; Acolytes are always to wear skirts or dresses when they wear their ring.

Charlotte was bent over the desk seething with anger. Her magnificent derriere being offered to her Master was sheathed in sheer-to-the-waist, seamless pantyhose with translucent, gossamer thin panties worn over. Charlotte had worn the garments so as not to spoil the lines of her tight pencil skirt.

"But Master, I was not expecting to have to provide Acolytic service to a Master today because of the solemnity of the occasion," Charlotte explained.

"There are no exceptions to the rules whilst you wear the ring; I bloody well hope you are prepared!" Barnaby growled.

When Charlotte was a Novice all those years ago Mary had taught her how to douche and then lubricate inside her anus as all Acolytes were required to do in the event that a Master wished to use their bottom.

"Charlotte is right sir. There was no reason for her to expect to have to render service today," Mary offered her support to Charlotte.

"If you wear the ring then you abide by the dress code and are always prepared," Barnaby unbuckled his belt, he had taken off his jacket and was in the process of dropping trow.

"I am prepared Master, but I am not lubricated," Charlotte felt colossally humiliated having to explain this whilst bent over the desk supplicating herself.

"You do have magnificent arse," Barnaby slapped Charlottes buttocks and she flinched.

He positioned himself behind Charlotte and began to rub his rather well equipped manhood in the crevice of her behind, leaving silvery streaks of pre-ejaculate on her transparent panties. He gripped her hips and ground himself against Charlotte's buttocks.

"I have to admit that does feel rather good," Barnaby purred.

"Put some effort in old girl!" Barnaby goaded Charlotte and spanked her left buttock.

Years of supplication to Masters too numerous to count and adherence to her Acolytic training engendered Charlotte to comply and maximise the pleasure of whoever was using her for his satisfaction. Accordingly Charlotte began to rotate her buttocks and push back against Barnaby's thrusting member.

"Mmm; that's better," he droned

"Now let's just see what we can do about this," Barnaby chuckled wickedly.

He pulled aside the gusset of Charlotte's knickers and hooked a finger into the seamless gusset of her translucent pantyhose. He snagged his nail into the flimsy fabric and tore a hole.

Charlotte whimpered at the indignity and Mary turned away; not wanting to see her friend degraded.

Barnaby nestled the glans of his penis into the puckered bud of Charlotte's sphincter and began to massage the bulbous head of his penis in her cleft.

Charlotte gripped the desk tightly and shuddered. She tensed as she felt the crown of Barnaby's penis pushing at her entry.

"As I said Master; I am not pre-lubricated but I do carry sachets of lubricant in my purse," Charlotte attempted to reach for her pocketbook but it was out of reach.

"Sorry old girl; you should have thought about the consequences when you decided not to be adequately prepared," Barnaby smirked.

He spat, dripping spittle on the head of his phallus and into the crack of Charlotte's anus.

"This will just have to do," he grunted as he thrust forward.

Charlotte refused to scream as the pain as Barnaby's huge phallus renting her anus surged through her. Instead she gasped and gritted her teeth.

"My god you're tight for an old hag," he gripped Charlotte's hips and pushed himself all the way inside her until his groin pressed against her buttocks.

Mary couldn't help but look when she heard Charlotte's cry; she could see the pain on Charlotte's face, and witnessed her gritted teeth and grimaced countenance. Charlotte's fingers raked at the desk and then she gripped it tightly whilst Barnaby assaulted her derriere.

Barnaby enjoyed the feeling of having his cock deep inside this attractive, elegant trans-woman; her anus clenched his cock because it was inadequately lubricated. He could barely move his erection it was so tightly wedged in her back passage; Charlotte's obvious discomfort only served to heighten his pleasure.

Mary stumbled over to the desk and snatched up Charlotte's purse.

"Here Master; allow me to lubricate your shaft so that you might better enjoy your Acolyte," Mary feigned supplication.

"She is rather tight," Barnaby extracted his penis from Charlotte's rectum and Charlotte sighed with relief.

Mary tore open the sachet of KY Jelly and applied it liberally to the shaft of Barnaby's penis and to Charlotte's crinkled fissure. She finished her task and made to walk away when Barnaby snatched at her wrist.

"Don't leave us dear; I have need of your service also," Barnaby smirked.

"Please relocate my manhood back into his creature's bottom."

Mary did as she was told and took Barnaby's engorged manhood and guided the glans into Charlotte's puckered entrance. Barnaby pushed forward and this time his cock slid easily all the way into Charlotte's back passage. Charlotte grunted as he did, but at least there was no pain; just a sense of being filled.

Barnaby began to thrust slowly in and out of Charlotte's anus enjoying the tactility of her tight channel as he fucked her. Charlotte could now easily accommodate Barnaby's member and she began to push back against him and wriggled her buttocks to enhance his enjoyment, the motive being to intensify his pleasure and invoke his climax as quickly as possible.

Charlotte couldn't help her physical response to the stimulation of Barnaby's cock as it triggered the sensitive nerves in her anus and massaged her prostate. She began to feel pleasure. Despite being a bounder, Barnaby was an accomplished lover and he worked his penis expertly in and out on Charlotte's channel, stimulating her sphincter and ensuring his glans caressed her prostate.

Barnaby grinned when he moved a hand from Charlotte's hip and reached between her legs and found her engorged penis tenting her pantyhose and knickers.

"Help her," he commanded, taking Mary's hand and guiding it between Charlotte's legs.

Mary was a little surprised to find Charlotte erect but given that Charlotte was now purring with desire and rutting against Barnaby as he fucked her, she was obviously enjoying being pleasured regardless of whether it was against her will or otherwise.

"Oh yes!" Charlotte moaned as Mary began to stroke her penis through the silky layers of pantyhose and panties.

She writhed with pleasure and Barnaby gripped her hips tightly and fucked her with long hard strokes as she bucked against him. Her tight anus gripped his cock and he felt his orgasm approaching.

"That's it you slut; take my cock! You tranny whore!" Barnaby groaned as he pulled Charlotte back against him; pushing his groin hard against her buttocks.

Charlotte arched her back and shuddered as Barnaby ejaculted deep inside her and her own climax was wrested from her, triggered by the sensation of Barnaby's scalding semen flooding her back passage, his cock thrusting against her prostate and Mary milking her turgid phallus through her panties.

Hot ejaculate permeated through Charlotte's pantyhose and panties, coating Mary's fingers with a coagulative plashet of sticky semen.

Barnaby ground against her buttocks emptying himself inside Charlotte as his orgasm wracked his body. Charlotte fell down supine on the desk, exhausted and sated; letting Barnaby finish his assault on her derriere. Mary removed her hand from under Charlotte and wiped it clean with tissues taken from a box on the desk. She took another handful and dabbed at Charlotte's crotch.

Fully gratified, Barnaby extracted his deflating manhood from Charlotte's distended sphincter and grinned as he observed some of his issue dribble out of her and soak into her pantyhose gusset. He pushed away from her and began to dress while Mary helped Charlotte stand up and handed her tissues so that she could clean herself as best she could before dressing.

As Charlotte struggled to pull up her skirt Barnaby turned to Mary.

"You may leave now Acolyte; I have further business with this woman," he instructed.

Mary looked at Charlotte inquisitively but Charlotte just shrugged her shoulders and looked bemused.

Mary left the room and pulled the door closed behind her while Charlotte finished arranging her clothing. Barnaby smoothed out his jacket and grinned at Charlotte.

"So how was my performance Ms Beason," he grinned stupidly.

Charlotte slapped him across the face with such force that the blow rocked him on his feet.

She wound up and slapped him again; this time with such intensity that Barnaby staggered back.

"You lecherous moron! What the fuck did you think you were doing!" Charlotte roared.

"You fucking impertinent imbecile!" she screeched at him as he cowered away from her.

"But you instructed me to behave as if we have never met and to demonstrate my authority, power and domination over you in front of Mary; to demean you. That way she won't suspect that we are allies and conspirators," Barnaby sounded like a sulking schoolboy as he gingerly rubbed at his reddening cheeks.

"I didn't instruct you to molest and violate me!" Charlotte hissed at him so violently that Barnaby took a step back.

"But it was the ultimate display of power; and you know that I have desired you since I first met you," Barnaby whined.

"And I told you that I might let you have me when we have achieved our objectives," Charlotte snatched up her cigarettes and lit one.

"So how are we progressing?" Charlotte drew on her cigarette.

"It's all going to plan. My uncle's last will and testament will be read in five days and I fully expect to inherit all of his estates and titles," Barnaby grinned.

"After which I expect to be inaugurated as the Grand Master of the Circle by the Privy Council."

"Then, you and I will have full control of the Society of the Masters of the Circle and we can complete what you have started," Barnaby grinned.

"What about the Sisters of the Web? Are we still meeting our commitments to our Arab friends?" Barnaby began to feel empowered now that they were conversing as equals.

"Of course! The Novices are fetching phenomenal prices; Saheed is brokering for us in the Middle East, whilst Tiffany is facilitating the movement of our new girls from the UK to Australia, Singapore and Japan. The women who insist on remaining in the UK are servicing our clientele here and supplementing our stock in Europe when needed," Charlotte blew smoke at the ceiling.

"And Mary has no idea about the Sisters of the Web? Even though her daughter is involved?" Barnaby asked.

"Mary knows nothing and if she tries to stop us we will just have to take care of her," Charlotte crushed out her cigarette.

To be continued