The House Party

The Hell Fire Club




The Earl of Kirkross

 The Hon Peter Fraser watched his elder brother The Earl of Kirkross
introduce his future wife to the other guests. She was a beautiful women in
anyone eyes. Her long blonde hair shimmered in the bright sunlight; she was
slim, high breasted with long tapering legs. When she walked her hips swayed
from side to side she could have graced any catwalk. Angela Fitzsimons was
the pick of her year, well educated and from an aristocratic background. Her
Father Lord Roban was a close friend of the Queen. And her mother a lady in
waiting
“What do you think of your future sister in law Peter?”
“If she fucks as well as she walks James will be on the nest every night!
That's if he knows how to do it!”
“You don’t get on with your brother do you!”?
“Would you! Look at the prat, he gets the title and the estates and God
knows how much money and what do I get?   Fuck all! He has trouble doing up
his own shoe laces as for run-ning the Estate he will be a disaster ”
“Come off it Peter you are not exactly penniless! John said
“One day you will understand the difference between money and wealth, real
wealth brings power”
“Is it true you’re off to Hereford soon?” John asked
“Yes but don’t say anything here! I don’t want these prats to know what I’m
doing!  We should go and be pleasant to James and Angela.
 James watched his younger brother walking towards him, if there was one
person he loathed it was Peter! There was something evil about him. Even
when they were at school Peter seemed to be involved in all the trouble, He
was never caught doing anything wrong but James knew that he was behind most
of it.
Peter was good at everything; at sport he got a blue’s at rowing, rugby, and
athletics! On top of that he got a first at modern languages.  He won the
sword of honour at Sandhurst and when he joined the Scots Guards he was
quickly promoted.
“Angela let me introduce you to my brother Peter”
“Good afternoon Peter”
“Hi! You certainly have brightened Kirkross Castle up today Angela!  I don’t
think there has been such a beautiful women here since our Grand father
smuggled in his mistress and pro-duced her at the grand ball!”  It was a
cleverly designed insult and it struck home with a vengeance!
“You know Captain John Steven’s, James?”
“Yes congratulations on winning the Windsor cup John!
“You play Polo John?”
“Yes for my sins!”
“When is the big day going to be James?” Peter asked
“Unfortunately we have to wait until a year this September, Angela going to
Harvard to do her MA in International law.
 That year went by quickly, Peter was accepted into the SAS and quickly
made a name for himself. James had started to learn something about the
large estate he was expected to run. Their mother died in the spring, she
had not got over the death of her husband two years be-fore. Angela got her
MA and return to England looking more beautiful that ever they would be
married in two weeks.
 The wedding was planned for September the 10th at St Paul’s.  Peter had
managed to get leave
 It was the society wedding of the year!  Angela looked stunning in a dress
that must have cost a fortune.  It was no surprise that Peter was not the
best man but he looked impressive in the uniform of the Scots Guards. The
reception was at Clarages and went on into the early hours of the following
morning.  James and Angela flew out that night to the Turks and Cau-cus
Islands. They were having their honeymoon on a Private Island owned by
Angela father.
 Eight weeks earlier Peter sat on a hillside in Cuba. He had just removed a
high-ranking Rus-sian advisor from his villa and killed him.  It would look
like an accident when they found him no one would ever suspect he had been
murdered.  Peter was good at infiltration and concealment; a skill the SAS
used on several occasions.
An idea had begun to form in the back of his mind. He was going to kill
James and make it look like an accident. These thoughts had been triggered
of when James had wrote to him
advising him that he wanted all his property removed the family estate and
from the villa in France as he planned to move Angela in as soon as they
were married.
 For the first time he realised the implications of being the youngest son
of gentry. He was about to being thrown out of his birthplace and he could
never go back, unless James was to die without having an heir.  Peter began
to plan; it was on this mission that gave him an idea of how to do it.
 The Island was delightful it was everything that Lord Roan had said it
would be. The villa was the last word in comfort everything was perfect.
James had decided that they would spend a week on the island and then fly to
New York and do some shopping and then a week in Mexico.
 The first morning James was up with the dawn; he slipped out of bed
quietly so not to dis-turb
Angela. They had arrived very late and gone straight to bed they were
exhausted. James like his brother always ran three miles every morning and
then a have a half-mile swim.  His late father had insisted that they did it
every morning.  It was now a habit!  He set off at a brisk run down to the
beach. The narrow path that led downwards was perfectly safe unless some-one
had set a trap.  James never knew how he lost his footing.  He fell three
hundred feet on to the exposed rocks on the beach.  Peter rose silently from
the undergrowth and removed any traces of he thin wire that had tripped his
brother. Ten minutes later the small floatplane was in the air, two hours
later Peter was back at his base in Jamaica. The plane was on the bottom of
the sea total untraceable,
 Peter base was deep in the jungle  he was training a four men team on
concealment and sur-vival. They had not missed him for the sixteen hours he
had been away as they were in deep long term cover with no radio contact.
It was six hours later when a search party found the broken body of the Earl
of Kinross. A distraught Angela was put under sedation and arrangements made
to fly her back to England.
The following day Peter led his sweat stained men out of the Jungle, he was
met by one of his colleges to be told the dreadful news!  He was given
compassionate leave and flown home.
When he landed at Brize Norton he was the New Earl of Kinross. He first job
was to comfort his brother's widow and Peter knew exactly how he would do
it.
 Angela was inconsolable, when Peter arrived her parents were relived they
had been unable to comfort their daughter; he was a pillar of strength. He
arranged to take Angela to Scotland to stay at the Castle. The funeral would
be at the church on the estate. James and Angela had been married less than
seventy-four hours they had not had time to consummated the mar-riage
 The rain fell steadily the morning of the funeral; the fleet of black cars
drove slowly up the long hill to the small stone built church. Angela was
dressed totally in black a heavy veil cov-ered her face. Many of the people
that were at the wedding were now at the funeral. Sorrow and tears had
replaced happiness and laughter.  Peter had woken that morning and toasted
his instructors in the SAS they had taught him well.
“It is tragic day that brings us together to say farewell to a fine young
man who was just start-ing his life. There are no words of comfort that we
can give to his young bride or to his brother.  I hope that time will heal
their dreadful loss!” The Bishop took gave his sad farewell to the
congregation; James sat through the funeral service his mind was else where
 Peter supported Angela through out the service they walked up the hill
together up the steep hill to the graveyard. The Kirk-Ross tomb was large
and forbidding Angela faltered   Peter slipped his arm was around her waist
his hand just below her firm breast. As she walked down the steps of the
tomb she stumbled Peters hand moved up a few inches and briefly held her
firm breast, Angela did not notice Peter chuckled inwardly he would enjoy
squeezing them later. Angela wept all through the service and all the way
back to the Castle. She had such plans for her and James; she would have
helped him turn the estate in to a profitable business.  Now all her plans
were buried in the family tomb
 As the guests left Peter thanked them all for coming, Angela and the
servants were the only ones left.
What will happen to me Peter how can I go on?  I have nothing to live for
now!  He put his arms around her and kissed her on the cheek. “I will help
Angela” he handed her a large whiskey. “Drink it straight down! It time you
let go and get drunk.” He said
 Slowly and carefully he made sure she drunk enough to unwind.  She slipped
off the sofa down on the thick carpet and lent her back against his legs.
Her skirt had rucked up showing a strip of black lace. Peter ran his fingers
through her long blond hair and down to her neck slowly he massaging it
until she put her head back and let the tension go.
His hands moved down under the collar of her fine black cotton blouse, her
eyes came in contact with his and then she closed them.  He moved his
fingers down and undid the top but-ton of her blouse. There was no reaction
from the grief stricken widow, her whisky befuddle brain wanted to believe
it was James who was massaging her neck.  Another button came undone, he
gently eased he blouse apart and undid the third button, The fine black lace
of her bra contrasted with her tanned skin, he undid the forth button and
eased her blouse out of the top of her skirt,
Peter eased down behind her so that she was laying between his out stretched
legs her body resting against his. He kissed her neck and cupped her lace
covered breasts in his hard hands his thumbs circled her pert little
nipples.
 James smiled as Angela open her eyes, her mouth opened as if to protest,
Peter dipped two fingers in to the full glass of single malt whiskey and put
them against her half open lips. Slowly her mouth open and he slipped his
fingers in!  His other hand continued to caress her breast. Angela opened
her mouth and let the whiskey covered fingers slip in she closed her mouth
and began to suck them.
 Killing James had been a necessity, it gave Peter the title and with it
the Estates and the Family fortune. Seducing his widow was something that
gave Peter pure pleasure. From the moment he first saw her at the engagement
party Peter had wanted her. Seducing and fucking his brother’s widow was the
icing on the cake.
 Angela looked down and realised for the first time that her blouse wide
open, black skirt was up above her knees, Her nipples were pushing through
the thin gauze of her bra. She put her head back to protest but all that
happen was Peter’s lips meeting hers.  At first she re-sisted but his tongue
was soon inside her mouth. The kiss seem to last for ever, she felt the
straps of her bra being gentle pulled down over her shoulders, her breast
sprung free as he pulled her bra down. She uttered a cry of protest but it
was too late he was caressing her na-ked breasts and tweaking her nipples.
Gently he pulled her down to the carpet, his mouth enveloped one breasts,
while his hands moved down across her thighs and under her skirt.
Angela half hearted tried to stop him but the combination of her grief and
the whiskey had sapped her will. He pushed her skirt up to her waist and
kissed her naked thighs his tongue traced a line along the top of her taut
black stockings. Angela open her legs wider as his tongue moved closer to
the edge of her panties, her breasts rose and fell as his tongue teased her.
Peter hooked his fingers around the waistband of her panties and drew them
down, without thinking she raised her bottom to allow him to pull them over
her hips.  Peter smiled in tri-umph. Slowly his finger parted the lips of
her vagina, he slip one in and stroked her gently.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOH! A long soft cry came from Angela, Peter replace his fingers
with his mouth and licked.  Angela body arched with pleasure as the flicking
tongue played with her clitoris.
 “Please don’t stop,” She cried as Peter raised his head. He had no
intention of stopping; he teased and played with her until she was
whimpering with pleasure. Angela had never had an experienced lover in fact
she was quite innocent. Everything that Peter did was new to her; she felt
her body respond to his touches, she forgot for a moment all about James. He
turned her over onto her front, unzipping his trousers and pushed his cock
against the tight lips of her vagina
“OOOOH” Angela gasped as Peter thick cock slipped into her vagina, He lifted
her hips to allow a deeper penetration and pushed hard.
“AHHHHHHHHHHH!” The thick cock filled her and felt like a battering ram as
her slowly pushed it in and out.  Her cries of passion and protest meant
nothing to Peter he was going to make sure she remembered this night.  She
felt the orgasms come with a rush; it was an ex-quisite feeling her whole
body trembled. Peter continued to fuck her for another ten minutes altering
the angle of each thrust so Angela felt the thick cock as it plunged into
her. When he filled her with his cream Angela was crying out
“O! James don’t stop!”
Peter said in a low voice “I hope that where ever you are your are watching
this James!”
Angela slumped forward exhausted Peter turned her over and sat astride of
her.  His cock was inches from her face.
“Noooooo! But Peter forced his dripping cock in to her protesting mouth.
“Suck it clean darling!”
She tried to pull her mouth away but Peter soon forced her to open her mouth
and take the full length in.
“Lick it clean and then suck it hard I want it as stiff as a poker!”
Angela wept as she first licked the swelling cocks clean she then opened her
mouth and sucked
When she had finished she lay on the floor weeping. She had sobered up and
realised what she had done. Peter pulled her to her feet over his knees
“It’s time you learnt some discipline!” Before she could protest he started
to spank her bare bottom
“NOOOOOOOO! AHHHHHHHHH!  OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! Pleased stop I beg you stop!
AHHHHhhhhhhhhhh!” Peter continued until her bottom was and angry red! He
pushed her face down over the arm of a leather chair and pushed a finger up
her anal passage
“NOOOOOOOOOO!  Pleas----------e NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” His finger moved
in and out until she was offering him anything to stop.
 Peter lay on the four posted bed and watched Lady Angela walk slowly
towards him she was wearing her beautiful wedding dress.  She had refused at
first to do as he asked, but quickly agreed when he told her what he would
do to her. For the first time in her life she was very frightened.
Angela had taken over an hour to get ready she look as radiant as on her
wedding day, she slowly raised her dress to her waist showing the brief
white and pink panties. Her white stockings were held taut by a thin lacy
suspender belt.
“This is your first lesson Angela! One my brother would have never taught
you!”
  He told her to place her legs ether side of his body and to lower herself
on to his rampant cock.
“Pull your panties to one side I want to fuck you with them on!”
She did as she was told, to traumatise to argue.  She felt his hard cock
fill her vagina.
Move your hips up and down slowly I want to enjoy this! Slowly she fucked
him moving up and down him he grasped her satin covered breasts and
squeezed. The shock of an orgasm made her opens her eyes in horror
“OOOOOOOOOH No! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Peter made her slowly strip down to her
expencive lingerie and pose for him. The night became one that Angela would
never for-get. Peter used her body all night, by the morning she knew more
about depraved sex than most whores would ever know. In the morning he told
her what to wear, she put on black lin-gerie, black seamed stocking and
high-heel shoes. Peter put a dog’s collar around her throat and led her down
to the stables. Angela lay face down over a bail of hay, her wrist were tied
to two posts. He drew her panties down and parted her thighs. She felt his
hand strike her firm bottom and then a finger pushing at the puckered ring
of her anus.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! You promised!”
“I lied”
When he forced his cock passed the tight muscles of her anus she was
hysterical. When it was fully in she begged and pleaded.
Please Peter! I will do anything don’t do this to me! Please-----------
NOOOOOO! I will do anything I promise!  NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
She desperately tried to relax and allow his thick cock penetrate her tight
anus it moved deeper inside her she sobbed with pain
Peter fucked her hard his testicles banged against her creamy pink bottom.
He had pulled down her bra so the straw rubbed against her swollen, sore
nipples.
Hearing the cries of terror Angus the ex gamekeeper opened the door of the
barn. At first he could not believe what he saw, when he realised it was
Lord Peter and whom he was fucking. Angus was amused
“O! It’s you Angus! I’m teaching James’s widow some manners!”
“Well if you don’t mind me saying so it’s not before time! Do you know she
had me fired!   She objected to field sports and in particular grouse
shooting.
“Did she! Well by the time I’ve finished with her she will have learnt a
whole knew set of
Values, Including how to fuck better than she does now! ” Peter continued to
bugger her until he ejected his load deep into her anus!
“NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” A pitiful cry of humiliation came from
her
“Do you want to fuck her Angus? She nice and tight!”
“That would be very nice sir
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! You can’t treat me like this!”
“Shut up Angela and get on you knees and suck his cock! But first apologise
to him and tell him how much you want to make it up to him!
“I won’t!”
They hung her by her wrists from a beam and whipped her with long thick
bunches of straw.
“AHHHHhhhhhhhhhh! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Pleas------------------E! AHHHHHHHHH!
NOOOOOOOOOOO!
“Please stop I do it!”
“I’m sorry Angus please let me suck your cock I will do anything you ask!”
Angela knelt between Angus’s thick thighs and sucked hard. Peter made course
comments, when the rush of hot thick cream hit the back of her throat Angus
let out a roar of satisfac-tion. He made her keep sucking until she had
swallowed every drop
Anus and Peter spent the rest of the day fucking and abusing her beautiful
body! They used all her orifices filling them with their spunk. They tied
her up so that thick hemp rope was pulled tightly between the lips of her
vagina, wooden clothes pegs were clipped onto her nip-ples and a candle was
inserted into her anus.
When they released her she was totally submissive.
“By the way Angus you’re reinstated as head gamekeeper. I want all the
arseholes my brother and this lady employed gone by tonight”
“My pleasure sir!”
Take her up stairs and put her in a bath I want her ready for another
session later!”
 For the next ten days Angela was forced to satisfy Peter lusts, slowly she
began to submit. He had threaten that if she did not comply to his wishes he
would let the farm workers use her
Angus took great pleasure in fucking her. But her final humiliation was when
Peter made her spent three days living with him. He caned her, fucked and
buggered her until she became a submissive slave. She was made to scrub and
polish his cottage until it gleamed. When An-gus returned her she was
dressed in a knee length, black maids uniform, a small white frilly hat
completed her outfit.
“What have you to say Girl!”?
“I will do what ever my master wishes”
“If you want to stay and help on the estate you can, or you can leave with
your clothes and nothing more, if you stay and make a good job then I will
pay you well! If you leave and at-tempt to course trouble I will release the
video of you and tell the world that you were being fucked by the game
keeper and we were having an affair well before the wedding!”
Angela was beaten. The trauma of James’s death and the brutal rape the night
of his funeral had left her traumatised. What Angus had done was to break
her spirit.  Peter had cleverly used force and promises to make her
dependent on him.
Peter returned to the army and rose steadily in the ranks. Much to his
surprised Angela stayed and worked hard on the estate. She had a gift in
recognising opportunities and exploited them.  Within a year the estate was
making money. The other surprising thing was that An-gela had fallen in love
with Peter. At first Peter was suspicious of her motives but he realised
that she was really in love with him. She was a more than willing lover and
showed no sur-prise at his appetite for kinky sex, in fact she had began to
enjoyed it and participated will-ingly.
 Angus had raped her three more times and forced her to participate in long
bondage ses-sions. She willing began to submit to him and spent the whole
nights satisfying him. Angus kept Peter informed of the training he was
giving her.
It was a surprise to everybody when Peter and Angela were married at St
Paul’s The wedding was a much more grand affair than James’s, Peter made
sure of that he wanted everyone to remember his wedding rather than his
brothers.
Her father thank Peter for looking after his beloved daughter unaware she
had been brain-washed and turned into a totally different person from the
radiant bride who had married James.
 Angela looked even more beautiful than at her first wedding. She had
blossomed since James’s death. She now was truly mistress of Kirkross she
would never allow herself to be in the position she had been at James’s
tragic death. Peter had opened her eyes to the dark side of her nature it
was the side she enjoyed most.
The Honeymoon was in the Seychelles at the end of three weeks they were both
tanned and very relaxed. The Honeymoon had been a mixture of enjoyment and
work. They had laid out a long term plans for the Estate and an ambitious
expansion plan for the bushiness they owned.
“We only want the best working for us! No hangers on, or time wasters. I
will continue in the army until I have built up the contacts we will need!
You will build the business up on the format we have agreed!
“Do I have the right to hire and fire”? Angela asked
“Yes accept for Angus!  Remember we will have to watch the income for the
first year until we have built our capital base!” Angela laughed
“I taught you that! As for Angus I would never fire him! He taught me so
much!”
 Angela opened up an office in London and employed some key people. Within
six months they had moved, buying a fashionable building in Mayfair. It was
expensive but would prove to be one of the best investments they were to
make in the early years. She appointed a young accountant as the financial
controller, David Simon would grow in the job, and his eye for the property
market would make K. R. Development Ltd one of the major players in the
booming property market.
 Inter Arms Co. was a small company on the verge of liquidation.  It had
made its reputation just after the war refurbishing army weapons and selling
them to third world countries. It ex-panded and started to manufacture small
arms and battlefield systems. Lack of money and poor management had seen the
company decline to the point where the Bank were about to call called in a
Receiver. The company had several assets which were undervalued their
fac-tory stood on seventy acres of freehold land not far from Southampton
Their offices in Re-gent Street had hundred and twenty year lease in which
there was a hundred years left.
Angela arrived at the company offices just after ten. She had taken David
Simon with her with instructions not to say anything but just to observe.
David knew better than to query anything Mrs Fraser told him to do! In the
short time he had worked for her he had began to respect her judgement.
  The Managing Director and main shareholder was Sidney Pelham he was
overweight, red faced and overbearing, Angela guessed that was because he
spent far too much time at his club drinking and not enough time running the
company. His brother Ralph was total differ-ent he was about twelve years
younger to look at them they could have been father and son. It was there
father who founded the company and had made it very profitable. At his
untimely death Sidney had taken over. In the beginning he did well and
expanded but this was on the advice and guidance of his father’s appointees.
Sidney quickly got rid of them when they dis-agreed with his lavish spending
and foolhardy ventures.
“I thought I would be meeting with a man not a women! The letter was signed
A. Fraser, Managing Director.”
“That is correct I am the Managing Director of K. R. Developments!” Angela
smiled sweetly and crossed her long legs showing Sidney a glimpse of naked
thighs above her stockings. This sent his blood pressure up.
“Well what can I do for you Mrs Fraser?”
“It’s what I can do for you! Mr Pelham! I believe I’m right in saying that
your company has a cash flow problem!”
“I don’t know where you have heard that rubbish! I can assure you that we
have no problems at all!”
“Then the banks have not given you twenty-one days to reduce your
overdraft!” She said sweetly
Sidney Pelham blood pressure went through the roof he splattered and raged
for a good few minutes before his brother intervened.
“You’re remarkable informed Mrs Fraser! What is your proposal?”
“I wish to take you over!”
“What! Are you mad Madam? I have no intention of selling this company to a
chit of a girl”
“Shut up Sidney and let Mrs Fraser explain!
“Thank you Mr Pelham! She gave him a dazzling smile” Your Company is in
serious trouble the Banks will appoint a Receiver within ten days! They will
sell what assets you have at a knock down price and leave you and your
brother to meet the shortfall! They will call in your personal guarantees!
This would ruin you both!” My Company is prepared to cover the bank loans
and make deal with your creditors. This will save you both from bankruptcy!”
“Ridiculous! You walk in here and think you can take our company over just
like that! You’re out of your mind!” Sidney said
Angela stood up and said
“I’m sorry I have wasted your time gentleman! I expect I will see you at the
creditors meet-ing!”
“One moment Mrs Fraser! What will you do with the company if you controlled
it?” Ralph asked
“Turn it into the biggest arms exporter in this county!”
For the first time Ralph saw the ice-cold look of determination in her eyes.
“When do you need a decision?”
“Tomorrow Four o clock!”
“That’s short notice! To call a board meeting!”
“You have a full board meeting scheduled for this afternoon! I’m sure you
can decided then!”
“How can we contact you?”
She handed him a card “ I will be there until six!”
Ralph watched her leave, he was impressed at the information she had and
even more with her.  Sidney raged up and down his office screaming abuse at
the banks and women who thought they understood business!
The board meeting was a subdued affair, Sidney had realised that he could
not find the money in time for the banks. Ralph had put the proposal to the
board!  Several members had also given their personal Guarantees to the bank
they were only to eager to accept the pro-posal to discuss a buy out with K.
R. Developments!
I think we can push the price up so that we get something out of this!”
Sidney said sipping a large brandy.
Ralph kept silent and picked up the phone it was two o clock.
“Mrs Fraser could we come and see you or would you come to our office the
board have agreed to talk to you!”
Angela explained what the package was; there was a stunned look around the
table as she
Finished speaking.
“You want us all the resign with no benefits!” One member asked
“Yes! Most of you have drawn large salaries when the company could not
afford them! That is my proposal gentleman there is no discussion!”
They all reluctantly agreed! Within two hours Angela had her solicitors
drawing up the agreements. Teams of accountants from PMG were on their way
to the factory and to the head office. They would work around the clock to
produce the information that Angela needed. David was already driving down
to Southampton. He was amazed at the speed his boss had taken the company
over.
Angela looked out from the penthouse offices down onto Regent Street. She
picked up the phone and dialled a number in Hereford.
“We have it!” Was all she said!” At that moment she wished Peter was there
to make love to her across the large desk!
Peter put down the phone they were on their way!
Angela arrived at Inter arms Co just after 8pm and walked through the silent
offices savour-ing her moment of triumph. She heard the sound of a
typewriter clicking away. An attractive girl was typing what appeared to be
a long report; she did not hear Angela approach
“O! You frighten me! She said breathlessly
“”I’m sorry! You’re working late?”
“Yes my boss has just got back from a sales trip and needs this report for
tomorrow morn-ing!”
“ I expect he has gone home and left you!”
“No! Richard Mason works all hours it’s a pity a few more of them didn’t do
the same!”
“You sound as if you love him! Angela said mischievously
The young lady blushed, “No he is happily married and his is a lot older
than me. He is a nice person who cares about the company!”
Angela found Richard sitting with his head in his hands. She knocked and
walked in he was surprised
“Hello you must be new!
“Yes Angela Fraser!” She held out a slim hand
“Let me guess you’re a new PA to one of the directors?”
“No!”
“I can’t see you in the typing pool or as a clerk! So who are you? There is
not many staff who work late!”
“Unlike the young lady out there!” Angela replied
“No!  Suzy a treasure it a pity she is given the credit she deserves! I’m
afraid they will get rid of her!”
“Why!”
“She is to independent for the typing pool supervisor! “What do you do
Angela?
“Angela gave him a smile “I have just taken over Inter Arms!”
“Richard looked up thinking she was joking. The look on her face told him
different.
“Your serious! What are you going to do with it”
“Make it the largest arms exporter in England!”
“Do you know anything about Arms sales?”
“No but with you and the right people you will show me how! I hate
celebrating on my own there is a overstocked bar in the directors suite,
will you and Suzy help me!”
Suzy was more than surprised when she was told to stop her work and come up
to the direc-tors suite over the next two hours they told Angela about the
company the good parts and the bad.
"I would like a pen picture on all the sales and administration staff you
deal with their strengths and weaknesses!"
"To night! Richard asked
"Yes tomorrow we have to start to get this company back on the road! You can
dictate I will type it!"
Richard looked surprised
"I can type Richard!" Angela said
"But not as fast as me!" Suzy said
"Isn't your boy friend waiting to take you out? We will be here very late"
Richard said
"I would like to help!" Suzy said defiantly
"Thank you Suzy I will use one typewriter for the analysts you type the
report.
It was well past ten when they finished Angela sent Richard home and called
a taxi!
"Where do you live Suzy!"
" South Ken! I share a flat with five other girls!
"Fine the taxi can drop me at my apartment and take you home!"
As the approached Chelsea Angela said you haven't eaten! Would you like
something?"
Suzy was amazed at the apartment it was like something off a film set. They
eat omelettes and drunk wine.
"Do you smoke Suzy"
"Sometimes!"
"Do you have any with you?"
"Yes!" She blushed
Angela realised that Suzy was talking about hash.
"Well don't sit there let have some"
The young women giggled as the slowly got stoned. Suzy was worried what to
tell her boy friend who had bought the hash for a party they were going to!
But the more stoned they got the less she cared
"Thank you for staying tonight!"
 Angela leaned across and kissed Suzy on the cheek, Suzy turned her face
and their lips met for a second both of them were embarrassed, and then they
kissed again longer and slower. Suzy laid her head on Angela shoulder and
kissed her neck and caressed her breasts. They kissed again this time their
tongues moved in and out of each other’s mouth.  Angela undid the buttons on
Suzy dress pulled down the straps of her petticoat and caressed her. Suzy
re-sponded and unbuttoned Angela blouse. They soon were stripped down to
their underwear there hands caressing each other’s half-naked bodies. Angela
led Suzy to the bedroom and undressed her; Suzy quickly stripped Angela
leaving only her stocking
Neither of them had made love to another women, so their lovemaking was
inexperienced, but as the night went on both women were crying with pleasure
as they found ways to stimu-late each other.  Angela used the tricks Peter
had taught her and soon had the younger women writhing in pleasure. Suzy was
a quick learner and responded leaving Angela exhausted. They fell asleep in
each other arms.
The following morning both were a little embarrassed until Angela kissed
Suzy and said
"Nothing happen that we should be ashamed of!  We were both stoned!"
"I will be late for work!" Suzy said worried
"I'll get you a taxi go home and change then go in! I will see you this
afternoon!"
 Suzy flat mates were intrigued as to where Suzy had spent the night they
did not believe that she had been working and had stayed at the companies
flat. Nether did her boy friend that had been ringing most of the night. He
rang as she was changing
"Terry If you don't believe me that's tough you don't own me and I won't be
dictated to by you!"
Mrs Peters the typing pool manager gave Suzy a hard time and told her as far
as she was concerned she could go in to the filling department or leave!  By
midday the news had broken the company had been sold and the new owners were
already at the factory. The managers and supervisors at head office were
already trying to secure their positions. It came as no sur-prise when all
the mangers were called in to the main conference room.
Suzy was surprised when she was told to report to a Mr Davies.
“So your Suzy! I’ve heard good things about you! I would like you to take
the minutes of the meeting! Can you do that?”
“Yes Sir!”
When Suzy walked into the conference room the first person she met was Mrs
Peters.
“What are you doing here? Get out!” she said
“Miss William’s is here at the request of the Operations Director! I would
be obliged if you were not rude to the staff!” Mrs Peter looked at the tall
grey haired women.
“Your name please?”
“Mrs Peters! I am the typing pool Manager! Who are you?”
“Mrs Sinclare! I am the PA to Mrs Fraser your new owner!”
Mrs Peters sat down and wondered why that girl was sitting at the top table!
Also why Rich-ard Mason was also there.
Richard was also wondering why! When he had arrived that morning Richard
Davies met him
“Richard pleased to met you! I will be the New Managing Director I would
like you to work closely with me covering sales! I know you’re not in a
manger’s position but if you are half as good as I’m told you will soon will
be! There is a meeting at two can you have the sales forecasts that you’re
working to ready by then!”
“Yes Sir!”
“Call me Richard! I have stolen Suzy from you I believe she is good?”
“I don’t think you will find anyone better here!”
 It was to become known as the day of reckoning Angela and Richard fired
all of the people who had lived off the company for the last five years.
Over the next month a complete new management structure was put into place.
There were some surprises Richard Mason was made Sales manager reporting
direct to the MD.  Suzy William’s became the Richard Davies
Secretary a position she excelled in.
 At the factory there were major changes the unions were called in for a
meeting and were told that they had an option. Instead of eight different
unions Inter Arms would only deal with one in return the union would have a
member on the board. And there would be a new agreement covering all the
staff! If they did not agree the factory would close down and the land sold!
 Much to every one surprise a deal was done. It was hailed by the Trade
Union conference as a refreshing new start!  It was much to the union
surprise that the factory became a showpiece for the trade union on working
conditions and co-operation between workers and manage-ment.
Angela Fraser got the credit for it and people began to take an interest in
her views!
Peter was very impressed when he saw the progress she had made; at a small
restaurant in the West End Angela brought Peter up to date,
“By the way I had my first lesbian experience. A delightful young lady
called Suzy William’s you must have her! She is so innocent but she learnt
quickly in fact we both were fumbling around like two innocent virgins.
“Pretty!”
“Yes and a hard worker! Very discrete has never approached me unless I have
spoken to her! She is working for Richard, he tells me she is a little
wonder and will not let her go!
“When I’m next in town invite her to the flat for a dinner party lets see if
she will go for three in a bed!”
   Peter had decided that the time had come for him to out to the Middle
East as an adviser to Oman. The Army was pleased for him to go there was
never enough volunteers his knowl-edge and expertise would help them.
Peter knew that the contacts he would make and the knowledge he would gain
would help him. The twelve months spent there were profitable and exciting.
When he returned he had formatted a plan they would make him a powerful
player in the city.
  It was at a small discrete party that set his mind racing, Lord Dalgrey
said it was a pity there was not a club left that allowed it’s members to
enjoy some of the forbidden fruits. He turned to Peter and said
“It was your Great Grand Father that helped form the Hell Fire Club! It’s a
pity it’s not around to day!”
The remark gave peter an idea he began to plan a new club one that was
selective and con-trolled by him. He a draw up a list of prospective members
and started to recruit. It was not going to be cheap but if it worked it
would help him control a lot of influential people.
Angela was full of idea’s of how the club could prosper financially She
looked at the list of members and began to build a file up on them; what
interested her was there wives and chil-dren.
It was a dark cold February night when the prospective members were invited
to a county club just outside London. There were twenty sixteen acceptances
to the invitation.  Sixteen joined the rest declined. Peter was disappointed
that ten would not join but he had ideas of what would entice them.  The
Hell Fire Club had been reformed and it would soon be making it’s influence
felt.

The Beginning of Hell

Peter Earl of Kinross was soon making his mark in the City. But was growing
frustrated that he could not expand quickly enough. It was at a meeting with
the head of a large Merchant Bank that made him realise what a small player
he was.
“What you must realise Lord Peter is that you do not have the liquid assets
available to you, and you do not have the influence to raise capital the
city you need! The inner wheels that run the city belong to an exclusive
club, if you’re not a member or have influence with them you cannot play the
game.”
“How can I join?”
“You can’t you have to be invited and you have not got the wealth or the
power to become a member!”
This incensed Peter if he could not join the club he would create a new one
with his own set of rules. It was Richard Mason who gave Peter the idea.
“Why not use the Hell Fire club! We have members that know all the bankers
and I would suspect know some of their dark secrets. If we cant do it
legitimately let do it the other way!”
The more Peter thought about it the more it like it. He would use blackmail
and corruption to force the city to accede to his wishes.
 Richard Mason sat nervously at the boardroom table he had not got used to
being listened to. When he had out lined his thoughts to David Simons he was
amazed when he was told to get more information and prepare a working
document. With the help of the Financial Direc-tor and some expensive
outside help he was ready to present his idea.
“We need to expand into small arms, as you are all aware at this moment we
manufacture under licence. Because of this the main company are able to
undercut us whenever a large order comes along. They allow us to pick up the
smaller orders because it is easier for them to sit back and rake in the
commission.
 Rawlings Small Arms have developed with Glock the next generation of
automatic pistols and sub-machine guns. They are about to lunch them on the
market! Rumour has it that they will not be licensing any other manufacture
to produce these weapons.
 If this is the case we will have only the current range to sell! I have
studied the current mar-ket and believe that we will lose sixty percent of
our sales within two years!  I have looked at what other options we have,
there are very few. Unless we take over Rawlings! The only problem is we
could not afford to do this. They are six times larger than we are and have
a healthy liquid reserves, however there may be a chink in their armour! I
would like Hugh Thomas to explain.
Hugh Thomas had been recruited from a large computer manufacturer where he
had been the financial controller. He was only twenty-three but was already
a high flyer. It had taken a very good offer and some outrageous flirting by
Lady Angela to prize him away.
When he stood up you knew he was an athlete. He was six-foot six and carried
no fat. He played rugby for London Welsh and had already played for Wales.
“Rawling Small Arms would be a perfect match with us and what more I think
they’re ripe for take-over!”
“Why” Lord Peter asked
“Their assets are grossly under valued, they own several companies that do
not fit in with their core business. But these companies are all profit
makers. My plan would be to start buy-ing their shares through nominees
until we had enough to make a dawn raid.”
Where would we find the cash to buy the shares? You know we do not have the
capital!”
 “We could borrow against their undervalued assets and sell their companies
that do not fit in to our profile once we have taken over”
“No bank would loan money in that way it is not legal!”
“There is one in Switzerland who will! Their rates are high and they would
want personal
Guarantees from you Lord Peter.”
There was a stony silence around the table; Richard and Hugh felt the sweat
run down their backs.
“I take it you have all the facts and figures worked out and how much I
stand to lose if this went wrong!
“Yes Sir! You would lose everything including your wife and dog! The bank
would want both of them as apart of the guarantee!”
“Well they can have Lady Angela but I’ll be buggered if they can have
Trojan” Everybody laughed.
“This is the most ardatious plan I have ever heard! It is illegal bordering
on lunacy and has no logic behind it!”
Simon and David hearts fell, they could both see their credibility fading
fast. Lord Peter con-tinued
“That’s is why I think it is a brilliant! Lets look at what you have got!”
They all worked through the night, at half past seven the following morning
breakfast was ordered from a local hotel. At midday Lord Peter summon them
back to the boardroom.
“ I think we can do it! It will take a lot of nerve and hard work but I know
I have the team to do it!
 Six weeks later the Merchant Bank; Morgan Brothers announced to a totally
bemused city that Inter Arms Co had made a take over bid For Rawlings Small
Arms. The laughter could be heard in Scotland where Sir Peter was firing the
first shot of the grouse season.
 The board of Rawlings was helpless with laughter when they heard of the
take-over bid. Their chairman said whipping the tears from his eyes
“This is the equivalent of your local chemist tying to take over Boots!”
There was one voice of caution from one member of the board “Why are they
doing it? There must be a reason”
A week later an incredulous board heard from the chairman that Inter Arms
held thirty-one percent of their shares.
“This is ridiculous where have they found the money and who has been selling
our shares!”
Simon plan of buying shares through third parties and nominees had worked.
By the time they had announced the take-over bid they had already bought
twenty-five percent.
 The battle was on. Rawlings demanded to know what price Inter Arms were
offering. Mor-gan Brothers announced an offer of two pounds twenty per
share. This valued Rawlings at one hundred and ninety-five million. Rawling
shares had started at one pound seventy-five they rose quickly to two pound
twenty.
 On August the twenty-third Morgan Brothers announced their clients held
forty-nine percent of Rawlings shares, and asked for a meeting with Rawlings
board to discuss a formal take over.
 The Chairman told Morgan Brothers to get lost; Inter Arms would never get
controlling in-terest. The following morning The Weiss Bank of Zurich sold
the four- percent shares they had bought to Inter Arms; completing the take
over. Joseph Weiss congratulated his fellow directors on their foresight in
backing Inter Arms. Not only had they made a large profit from the deal they
had gained a valuable customer.
 The city was stunned; it could not believe what had happened, there were
many people who queried how Inter Arms would pay for the remaining shares.
 The Rawlings board met for the last time, the looks of despair on their
faces told the story of their failure. A shell-shocked chairman stood up and
announced that Inter Arms had com-pleted the transaction and paid for the
rest of the shares. Lord Peter waited in a side room with his team. He
looked cool and unconcern, but inside he felt as if he had scaled Everest.
He gave Simon and David a smile of triumph, this was their success and they
would be well rewarded for it.
The reorganisation of Rawlings was quick and efficient. Three companies were
sold and the remaining assets re-valued. The Weiss bank was repaid and a
large funding package was put in place.
 City analysts predicted that Inter Arms would sell off everything but the
core business. They were wrong. Lord Peter realised that the Rawlins group
was highly profitable and it would be foolish to break it up. Angela and her
team were quick to reorganise the new group. She cut out all the dead wood
and recruited new staff.
 The new company would be called Rawlings Inter Arms. It would be a wholly
own com-pany of K.R. Developments. Richard Davies became the Managing
Director, Hugh Thomas was the new Group Financial Director and appointed to
the board of K.R. Developments.
Richard Mason became the Group sales Director, when he was told he thought
Lord Peter was joking. It would be one of the major appointments Lord Peter
was to make; Richard Ma-son would become one of the world’s great arms
salesmen.
 Lady Angela was soon meeting the board of Glock and ensuring that the
co-operation be-tween the two companies would continue. If the board of
Glock thought they had an easy task dealing with a woman they were wrong.
Within three months of the take over Rawlings Inter Arms owned a quarter of
Glock quoted shares.
 The city began to take notice of Lord Peter, but they mistrusted him and
would not offer him any support or viable finance. This did not worry Peter
with the Weiss bank more than happy to support him he had no need for the
city. Lord Peter was not a fool he knew the time would come where he would
need bigger banks than Joseph Weiss, so he began to plan his next move.
 The Kirkross estate and farms were booming. The new estate manager under
Angela guid-ance had enlarged the holdings; three new farms in Wiltshire,
Mid-Wales and Suffolk had been bought. An abattoir and freezer plant was
built and quickly moved into profit. With the help off EEC farming subs.
The farm became self-surfactant and began to turn in good prof-its.