The Survey

Chapter 5. Payback time

Charlene would have half murdered her. The morning had not gone well. First the girl who normally did her hair called in sick and two girls had to do the work of three, then the drier broke down and she had to wait for another to be free. All this made her an hour late and she arrived home to an empty house, no lunch prepared and no note to say where she was.

"I'll strangle the bitch. I'm supposed to meet Judy in half an hour. I'll give her such a hiding that she'll think the one last night was just a playful slap. I'll…" Charlene continued think up more and more bizarre tortures for her friend. "Where is she?" She tried phoning the likely friends of theirs but in the back of her mind she suspected the truth. She was with that man. And Charlene didn't have his phone number. But why would she go there on her own, after what he did to her last night? After what she said this morning? Charlene knew Jan was somewhat attracted to him but it was completely out of character for her to take off on her own to meet a man, a man she'd only known for a couple of days and who'd soundly spanked her. "If she's gone there, she could be in real trouble. He wasn't pleased that I dragged her home before he fucked her. That he made very obvious. She wasn't best pleased either for that matter so perhaps she went there to continue on from last night. Perhaps he phoned her." She tried 1571 but there had been no calls. "What if she's in danger? Being raped? Sod the you Jan. That's going to mess up my afternoon as well."

However despite the fact that she told herself the matter was urgent, it was an hour before she finally set out for the footbridge across the river. As if pre-warned, Martha appeared in her garden just as Charlene turned to walk up the drive.

"Aft'noon dearie," she greeted, "Yer enjoy yoursel's round 'is last night? 'E don't often have lady visitors."

"Yes, thank you Martha. Did you see my friend who was doing the survey come round this morning?"

"Oh yeah dearie, she came by 'bout eleven. Haven't seen 'er leave yet but I'm not watching all the time so she could 'ave left without me knowin'."

"Unlikely," thought Charlene but she thanked her and continued along the drive. "If he's not in his workshop they're in the house together. I'll creep in and catch them at it."

"I thought you'd have photos of your 'wife', Tom? I haven't seen any. Did you destroy them all when she left?" Jan asked.

"We didn't take many photos and she took most of them when she cleared off. I've still got the drawings I did of her but they are rather rude. Things we did when we first got together before she started getting it off with her boss and not having time to do it with me." Tom sounded bitter.

"Can I see them?"

"You may be shocked." Tom thought for a moment and then decided, "Okay." It would give her some idea of what he might like to do with her in the future. If it put her right off, then it was probably better to do it now than after they'd been together for a while, that is if she wanted to get together with him. He went into the back bedroom and returned with an art folder. "We did it in many different ways and she liked looking at the pictures because it got her all horny so I didn't mind either. Sure you want to see them?"

Jan nodded and he passed her the folder. The first one showed Sheila in a classic nude pose. Erotic, but not obscene. The second showed the view from his eyes looking down at her sucking his prick whilst she looked up into his eyes. The picture clearly showed her hollow cheeks as she sucked over half of the rigid prick into her mouth. Jan was shocked not so much from what Sheila was doing but the fact that she allowed him to draw her doing it. And the drawing, like his carvings was of superb quality. Trying to think of a suitable comment Jan said simply, "Ben liked me to do that too."

Slowly she went through the folder with him. Tom had his arm around her shoulders and commented on the various positions. Sheila seemed to have taken his manhood into her bottom hole as well as her mouth and cunt. "Have you had it up your arsehole?" Tom asked when they looked at Sheila in that position.

"Only a few times. It hurt a bit and Ben didn't seem overly keen. He preferred the proper place or my sucking him."

By the time they'd looked though the folder, Tom's prick was again rigid. "Time for round two," he laughed.

"I'm still sore from round one!"

"Never mind, it's a nice soreness. The magic will make it better. Open up a bit more. Are you able to bring your knees back to your chest?" Jan was still quite lithe and could easily do it and when Tom thrust into her she placed her feet on his shoulders. They were in this position when Charlene burst in on them.

"You little whore!" she screamed. Tom stopped in mid stroke, pulled out and leaped from the bed. Charlene tried to flee but Tom caught her coat and then pinioned her arms.

Dragging her to the bed, he threw her violently down alongside Jan. Tom's quick temper rose, "So you came to spy on us bossy bitch. You came into my house uninvited, without even ringing the bell. I seem to remember someone else doing that the other day and I remember how you demanded she be punished. Charlene understood all too well what he was getting at and tried to run to freedom but before she could even sit up on the bed, Jan pulled her back.

"Let me go," Charlene yelled, "I came to see if you were all right. You've messed up my afternoon enough as it is. I won't allow you to spank me."

"We'll see about that," Tom growled as he opened a bedside drawer and took out a handful of neckties he no longer used. Charlene struggled bravely but was no match for Tom especially when he had Jan to aid him. In a short time, she found herself face down on the bed, her wrists tied to the head rail, her trousers and knickers on the floor and her ankles fastened to the foot rail. She was helpless but that didn't stop her shouting abuse at the pair.

"Stuff her knickers in her mouth Jan please. That should quieten her down. I don't think she is going to be as brave as you were and we don't want Martha calling the police. She's probably down the bottom of her garden peering through the hedge now." Tom didn't spare Charlene's arse. "It's payback time for you Charlene," he said as he brought his hand down hard and tried to cover as much of her bottom flesh as he could. There was more than on Jan's. "You should be yelling for me to hit harder Jan. You should be urging me on."

"I think she's had enough Tom," Jan answered a few minutes later, "You should stop now, she's had at least as many as I did. Calm down and let her rest for a bit." Jan spoke calmly and quietly and made Tom realise he could easily have gone too far. "I'll put some cream on her because you never got round to doing it to me. You're not giving her an internal massage either. That's reserved for me by the magic mouse." She had to remove it to rub the cream into the sore nates. Jan worked over the area gently for a while and then asked Tom, "Will you untie her ankles please then I can kneel between them to rub her bottom properly." Jan seemed to know what she was doing so Tom did as she requested. "You can see it was pure punishment for her. She hasn't started to become wet." Jan spread Charlene's labia to show him causing her to blush profusely, "But she probably will shortly. Remove the gag now Tom please, we can always put it back if she starts yelling her head off."

"You bastards," Charlene spat but there was more sobbing than venom in her voice.

Jan continued her massage and spent an increasing amount of time rubbing between the woman's legs rather than on the sorer parts. Soon Charlene responded and, ignoring Tom's presence, began to rub her clit on Jan's hand. It wasn't too long before she climaxed. Tom finally released her wrists and Charlene could rub her own arse.

"Why did you have to come back here?" Charlene asked.

"Mouse magic forced me to." Charlene didn't understand even when she saw the carved ring. It didn't matter. Maybe one day she would know the whole story.

"I'm going to start dinner," Tom announced and started to dress, "Jan, if you would like to help, you can dress or there is a robe in the wardrobe, Charlene you can lie there for a bit and have a bite with us or you can leave. It's up to you. Might be a bit painful to walk for an hour or so."

"More," Jan muttered, "But I was dragged home straightaway." Charlene decided to stay, she'd no wish to get up let alone walk home.

"Tom?" Jan asked when they were alone in the kitchen, "Can I use mouse magic to stay here tonight? Charlene will make my life hell tonight if I'm in the house with her. By tomorrow she may be over it."

"Of course, as long as you don't want me to clear the back bedroom."

"What's in that room? Martha mentioned it when I said you'd showed me the carvings."

"You saw the drawings I did, well the some of the carvings are three dimensional versions. Martha used to come and do a bit of cleaning and although she was told not to do that room, she was too nosy and went in and found them. I don't have them out on show, but she opened the box. I didn't have her do any cleaning after that."

"Will you show me later please?"

"I'll bring them in when we're ready for bed. Maybe they'll get you aroused like the drawings did."

Later that evening, Jan walked home with Charlene. Once inside the door Charlene turned on her. "You little whore. I can't believe how you have thrown yourself at that slob of a man and how you helped him to thrash me. After all these years that I have been your friend. Now you desert me for the sake of a man's cock. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. And you claim it to be magic. Drivel. I don't believe you."

Jan let her carry on while she put together a bag of toiletries and stuff she would need for a few days away. Finally she turned to Charlene. "You don't get it do you? This is actually all your fault. You and that survey you made me hawk around the village. You were the one who insisted I went back to his house and persuade him to sign. You were the one who invited yourself to dinner with him. None of this would have happened if it hadn't been for the survey. Blame that, not me. And it WAS the magic of the mouse that saved me."

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