Rough and Hardcore Erotica

by Natalie Breaks

  Half a second later, she heard the key being inserted into that confounded lock.

  “Oooh...” She moaned, biting her lip.

  In the next instant, she spotted the door being swung open while looking in her mirror. In entered the ever dapper, suave Baron Broodclaw. But, even though she yearned for her master's large and sexual man-staff... it was this Lord Fentworthy that she was curious to see. His visage would either enforce... or ruin her fantasies of lust and lewdness.

  Lady Morgana refused to turn around – as the impudent pup stood there, casually brushing her hair in a cavalier manner, as if to say the intrusion and the men themselves caused her no alarm. She held them in so little regard, that the pair of lascivious instructors didn't even warrant the batting of an eye lash. Although, of course, and quite secretly at that, she wished to have those confounded disciplining undergarments removed from her lady bits – and instead, to have the Baron's engorged, thick ramming rod do just that – ram her, hard and deep!

  “Well, well little girl...” the Baron began with a rather mocking tone. “Is that anyway to treat our new guest? I would have thought you'd be a little more well-behaved after yesterday morning's events.”

  “And why would that be so? For having been violated by an old goat like you?” Morgana chuckled impertinently. “And now you bring an additional rogue to do your bidding? Here I thought the great Baron Broodclaw was supposed to be the masterful instructor and discipliner of little women.”

  It was quite a mouthful, at any rate. She would have gone on and on, spewing her vitriol – had it not been for the emergence of the rather fetching Lord Fentworthy. He swept into the room as if he riding along on a cloud; gliding more so than walking. A most peculiar sort of manner.

  “So... this is the little devil?” Lord Fenthworthy intoned, scanning over the tempting young damsel – with her scowling, yet surprised face, staring back at him in the mirror.

  “'Tis indeed, 'tis indeed,” the Baron nodded, allowing his own eyes to peruse her goodies once more. And oh my, how they did delight his southern love lance! The first ping of exhilaration coursed straight down to the rod, which throbbed with eagerness. For he knew exactly what was in store for Lady Morgana, and it certainly thrilled his lusty side.

  “Not quite as pretty as I expected,” Lord Fentworthy noted as if he were appraising a line of cattle at the market.

  “I beg your pardon, cullard!” Morgana Moress shouted at once.

  This, in turn, caused Lord Fentworthy to laugh rather raucously. Though his stare remained glued to the nubile, womanly shaped body of Broodclaw's charge. And here he was doing some appraising of his own, but nothing like one would do with a cow or pig... this was a far naughtier evaluation than ever imagined. So much so, in fact, that the young lass once more felt the burning passion of another man inspecting her ripe body. A feeling which she had grown to love, ever since Baron Broodclaw himself had done so to her.

  “Now, now...” Baron Broodclaw smirked. “We mustn't poke the tigress too much, Lord Fentworthy. Those claws of hers do sting.”

  “Then perhaps,” Fentworthy replied, “we should have this creature declawed...”

  “Where would the fun be in such a thing then, my good man?” The Baron inquired.

  And with this comment, the two men laughed quietly, knowingly, to themselves – leaving poor Lady Morgana to sit and listen to their lewd intentions. The very ones which seemed to be delighting her beyond all measure. Knowing what the two rogues planned to do, or at least she envisioned (and hoped) them doing to her, was more than enough to get those sordid juices flowing in her feminine slit. Curse that confounded undergarment! Why couldn't it simply be removed, along with the rest of her clothes, so that these two handsome strangers could pleasure her body from sunrise to sunset!

  “Very right, indeed, Broodclaw. Now then... shall we commence the session?”

  “What nonsense session is that!” Lady Morgana grimaced. “You'll not be doing any such lewdness to me today! That is fact!”

  “Now, now, little girl,” Broodclaw intoned, placing a warm hand on her shoulder – which surely would have buckled her knees had she not been seated. “What did I say about being a good girl? And you were so, so, so terribly eager to be one yesterday, were you not?”

  Here the Baron made a quick glance down at his own crotch, as if to remind Morgana of the seductive session she had experienced the day before. With the Baron's warm cum dripping down her face and sliding down her throat.

  Although, apparently the young girl had taken offense to his disciplining undergarment. For the lonely night, trapped by her lonesome and denied all access to pleasure herself seemed to have left the girl rather peeved. And who could blame the little shrew? Unable to relieve her deepest desires... a most cruel torture, indeed. She felt as if the Baron needed to regain her attentions – although, the situation was anything but! For Baron Broodclaw, and his friend Lord Fentworthy, were not men who caved in to the wishes of ill-tempered women. No, no... not hardly! They were the sort of men who seduced little harlots and filled their feminine caves with liquid passion!

  “I did...” she began, “What I had to do for an almost edible meal! Your tiny, limp noodle made for a paltry dessert. It seemed to be more of a diuretic if anything! Putrid! Vile!”

  “Very well-behaved, indeed, Broodclaw!” Fentworthy laughed aloud.

  “Such lovely protestations and fanciful stories, aren't they Lord Fentworthy?” The Baron smiled. “Though, my good man...” And here he paused for a moment, bringing a hand to his mouth in a sensuous fashion. “You should have seen her! With that virgin mouth wide open, dripping and slobbering all over my instructing device. She was perfect! And begging for more...”

  “I wouldn't be surprised,” his guest nodded. “Those big doe eyes of hers must look quite comely when staring up at you with a load of hot love goo spread across her face.”

  “Even better with a passion dart crammed down her throat, my good Fentworthy,” the Baron intoned, as the two men shared in a hearty chuckle, still inspecting the scowling woman.

  “I hardly see anything humorous about this situation – unless you find two hideous brutes slobbering over unfunny banter to be amusing,” came Lady Morgana's bitter retort.

  The pair of mature fellows turned slowly to face the irascible lass. Soon a smile spread across their sly, lusty lips.

  “You'll soon find some very hard objects for you to occupy your time with...” The Baron commented, scanning over the luscious girl's figure. What a lovely physique! The small waist with hips splaying out wide... what a tremendous view the men had! But, it wasn't merely staring on which they had in mind. No, no... it was time for the true instruction to begin. They had filled the air with small talk and inane chatter long enough. Now came something even longer... harder... thicker...

  “Those undergarments must be terribly annoying, aren't they little girl? Why don't we free them from you...”

  ***

  ***

  Lady Morgana found herself gulping audibly once more... as she felt their lewd stares fast approaching her body. How she longed to witness the unveiling of their large manhoods! Especially the Baron's... seeing as how Lord Fentworthy's was unknown to her at this point – though she suspected that any man the Baron invited over for such an act would surely be packing the requisite equipment.

  With only having been a granted a tiny taste of carnal pleasures the morning before, Lady Morgana was still horny as all hell and desperate for release. She could feel the restrictive underwear cutting into her skin, ever so slightly. That bothersome pair of underwear! Preventing her from handling that special bit of feminine folds between her thighs – which had now grown quite moist, despite her vociferous condemnations of the men – her naughty bits certainly told an entirely different story!

  “I should have expected an old goat like you would try to get my panties removed! And in front of yet another stranger, no less,” she laughed bitterly – though made no
effort to pull away from the men, and in fact, the most perceptive of eyes could see that she did indeed move toward the pair of lusty rogues.

  “Obedience...” Baron Broodclaw barked – the harshness in his voice something totally foreign to the naive girl. Yet his authoritative tone did nothing but increase the wetness of her greedy gash. “That is what I demand. That is what you will give.”

  “Oh ho! Is that so, old goat?” She smiled lasciviously, giving a coy, daring shrug. A clear challenge issued to the pair of horny men.

  “Hmm,” Lord Fentworthy nodded. “I now see quite plainly what an unruly little wench you've taken into your mix, Broodclaw.”

  “I suspected you might, my good man. Now... have any treatments which we might try, just to begin with,” the Baron inquired.

  “Hmm, yes... well, you have tried the oral instruction?” Lord Fentworthy questioned with a sly smirk.

  “Indeed we have, haven't we little girl. She passed that trial with exceptional marks – aside from the finish, where she abandoned all semblance of obedience and as you can see, returned to her impish ways.”

  And here the seductive girl found herself thinking back, dreaming as it were, re-imagining what it felt like to be gagging on the Baron's impressive cock... the very thing she wished to have before her now! Filling every inch of her throat – but only momentarily, as the filthy lass wished for it to be in a far tighter, far wetter area of her body...

  “Well, well, Baron... I'm sure we can find a suitable remedy for such a greedy little gal, can we not?” Fentworthy nudged his companion in the elbow.

  “I said it's time to remove those undergarments, little girl,” the Baron repeated, quite serious in tone.

  “And if I refuse?” She crossed her arms impertinently.

  “Then you shall have no dessert... none of the glorious white cream you were so desperate for. Do not be coy girl. I can see the evidence of lust written upon your clothes.”

  And indeed, he could! The wetness seeping out from her panties and onto the outer clothes which adorned that tempting body. A rush of redness swept across Morgana's face – she could not believe such a thing had occurred! The heat of a thousand humiliations engulfed her cheeks, as the girl dipped her head – half-way in shame and half-way with lewdness, eager to be taken by the men and treated to her first real sexual encounter. All it would require... was to be a good girl. At least for the time being...

  ***

  ***

  “Come hither, you naughty girl!” Said the Baron.

  Lady Morgana hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to obey or resist... but in time she turned, sauntering to the middle of the floor where she did wait patiently for the next instruction. Looking on at the handsome men, with their two naughty expressions, staring down at the untouched flower of their desires.

  “Mmm, let us hope that this good girl side of you remains intact long enough for today's instruction, shall we?” Baron Broodclaw nodded, quite pleased.

  “We'll see if you can last long enough... old goat,” she quipped with a rakish twisting of her head.

  “Hmm,” the Baron smiled, lifting a hand up, which he then placed beneath the strap of her right shoulder. “You're not to speak unless asked to do so, understood?”

  “Mmhmm...” Lady Morgana intoned, allowing her eyes to drift southward before resting on the large, bulging protrusion inside the Baron's pants. How she yearned to reach out and feel the hefty manrod in her hands once again! It was all the young girl could think of... for the entire night and every second since he'd withdrawn the massive member from her mouth. And yet, now she was so close... so close to having it inserted back into her tempting little hole! All she had to do was follow instructions – not Morgana's best trait.

  “First,” Broodclaw whispered, removing the strap of clothing from Lady Morgana's shoulder. It fell gently down to the crook of her elbow, nearly exposing her heavenly breast. The perky things covered only by a lacy brassiere. He then reached across to the other side, flicking this strap away in turn – causing the girl's dress to slip downward, falling just below her sumptuous tits. “We must make sure you are properly adorned.”

  “A most crucial step,” Lord Fentworthy consented... his eyes glued to the nubile girl's inviting boobs. How that sensuous lingerie held them so perfectly in place, highlighting the copious cleavage, despite the breasts being of a smallish nature. A wonderful size for sucking on...

  “Indeed,” Broodclaw nodded, as the man's lusty hands lowered down, sliding along the girl's ribs – farther still, down her hips... pulling the dress down along with them. And in time, when his hands reached her toned thighs, the dress fell freely to the floor. Lady Morgana remained motionless, a bit nervous and apprehensive of what the men would think of her body.

  Oh my, and how she loved the sensation of his warm fingers upon her skin! The very same ones which had spanked her so mercilessly only the day before... leaving such wondrous red welts on her delicate rump. It was because of these that she had developed such a craving for the older man – knowing full-well that he would not hesitate to punish her for any transgressions, no matter how small. Lord Fentworthy was the unknown variable... but Lady Morgana surmised that any man the Baron saw fit to accompany him during these sessions would be of the utmost vulgar and well-endowed quality. The hefty bulge growing in his own pants seem to give more than a dash of credence to this idea!

  “Now then, about these disciplining undergarments...” The Baron paused, reaching into his pocket whereupon he extracted a pair of sharp scissors. The man then lowered down, holding eye contact with the nervy girl all the while. “Stay still, little one... we wouldn't want to have a bloody mess on our hands, would we?”

  “Oh, I think we might...” Fentworthy chuckled to himself, stealing a glance at her nether regions.

  “Perhaps due to a different kind of point,” Baron Broodclaw retorted.

  All Lady Morgana could do was envision his sturdy staff spreading her virgin lips apart... but in the meantime, holding absolutely motionless as the Baron slipped the scissors beneath the twine ties and cut free the restrictive clothing. The material gave way at once, falling to the floor along with the rest of her garments. Morgana still wore her normal underwear beneath those, and so she stood in bra and panties, waiting to be addressed by the men.

  Though it seemed they were content with taking their time – eyeing her feminine goodies for as long as they saw fit. Her luscious, ripe body... oh what a treat it would be! Lord Fentworthy was unable to contain his excitement, as was evinced by the licking of his lips followed by a quick bite on the lower one – as if to stifle a shriek of joy. Her pale skin looking flawless... the curvature of her hips and flowing width of her lower body was mesmerizing. How she could have stopped any man dead in their tracks with a single glance! Yet today, it was two men who eyed her gorgeous figure... and they had a good deal of lewd acts in store for the wanton wench!

  ***

  ***

  “Fine goods, is she not?” The Baron smiled.

  “Just as promised...” Lord Fentworthy agreed, nudging his good friend once again. “Shall we begin?”

  “By all means...” Broodclaw waved a hand forward, motioning his companion to begin whenever he so desired.

  “Afraid to begin yourself?” Lady Morgana remarked, giving the Baron a bitter glare.

  THWACK!

  Suddenly, perhaps even before she managed to spit out the final word, Lord Fentworthy had produced a sturdy wooden cane – which was used to strike the young lass across her indecent rear-end. The effect of this hit causing a slight jiggling of her flesh... a most delightful visual for all in attendance.

  “Owww!” She howled in surprise and pain. “You terrible brute!”

  SMACK!

  Fentworthy gave her another dose of his discipline. The cane leaving a pleasant welt on her bottom. Much fiercer in tone that the ones Baron Broodclaw had administered to her, but not quite so stinging on the flesh. It certainly imbue
d the girl with more than a hint of sexual urges... she now had two men that were unwilling to put up with her nonsense! And the thought of such handsome fellows having their way with her body... oh my! That southern slit of hers was growing wetter by the second!

  “You might find me less tolerant of certain outbursts than our good friend the Baron here,” Fentworthy noted with a grin.

  And here the man reached back, taking hold of her panties and lowering them down partially to inspect his canvas.

  “Hmm, I see you've already been busy, Broodclaw,” the stimulated man remarked.

  “Only when required,” he answered.

  “Oh, my good man, I highly doubt that...” His companion replied, noting the extra little swat-prints here and there upon the girl's milky white flesh.

  The Baron answered only with a smug nod of the head.

  “Go on then, girl,” Fentworthy shouted, “remove my trousers at once. Get to it!”

  He then tapped her on the rump with his sturdy cane, encouraging her to move quickly about the task.

  Lady Morgana needed no more urging than that! For she was quite curious to see exactly what kind of love lance the beautiful stranger was packing in his fancy pants. And so she set about doing as requested... the young girl could feel Fentworthy's large rod already engorging itself on the other side of his pants.

  “I'll prepare the naughty end...” Baron commented as he stepped around behind the girl. She could feel his presence nearing quite close to her buttocks... and in truth, she wished he was even closer! Her eyes shifted to the rear, attempting to steal a peek.

  Swat!

  The heavy cane found its mark again.

  “Did I say you were allowed to avert your gaze, little miss miss?” Lord Fentworthy snapped.

  “No sir...”

  “Very well then! Continue on with your work, you dirty harlot...”

  And so she did, maneuvering her virgin hands toward the button atop his pants. She flicked it free with one movement, tugging down on his pants in the very next motion.