by Powerone
The front of the prince’s castle was empty and desolate, not like the ball when it was full of life and celebration. She hoped that was a good sign that many wouldn’t be here. Then, it dawned on her that this took place at Prince Michael’s castle. Would he be there when Lord Storr takes my innocence?
“Come, Mary, you look ravishing.” She hurried her in to make sure she didn’t change her mind. Then, she reminded her of their fate. “It’s up to you, Mary, to save our family and secure our future. Lord Storr is a man, not a boy. He’ll want much more from you, and you need to indulge all his desires and wants. He will instruct you, just follow his demands.”
“Yes, Mother, I won’t let you down.” She took a deep breath as they were led to a room down a long, empty hall, but she could hear voices on the other side of the door, and they weren’t just men’s. She could hear women’s voices. She hadn’t thought of that. What woman would want to watch such things? The room was brightly lit with candelabras on the wall, but it also had three large chandeliers that had to have two dozen candles on each one. It wasn’t dark and mysterious, as she expected. She’d be displayed vividly for all to see. The room was lavishly furnished with the finest English furniture; small tables with six chairs were all around the room. There were three settees made of the finest red velvet and a dozen chairs covered the room, but most were big enough for two, and many were occupied. There was a man and a woman in each one. It looked like most of the men that attended brought a woman, though many women looked too young to be wives, yet they weren’t daughters for they openly fondled the older man next to them. There were no men her age; all of them were about the same age as Lord Storr, all except the elderly gentleman that had to be his father. He was much older.
“Welcome, my future wife.” Hubert rushed over to Mary, his prick rearing to get started. He’d been hard for hours at the thought of tonight. He pulled her away from Lady Browning and immediately took charge of her. With his hand around her waist, he led her and her mother to his father. “Lady Browning, Mary, this is my father, Lord Edward Storr. Have a seat with him, Lady Browning,” leaving no doubt where she’d sit. The chair was big enough for two.
“Lord Storr, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I hope you don’t mind,” as she sat with him.
“I insist, Lady Browning, as we will become very close soon enough. It’s always better when it’s intimate.”
She wasn’t sure what he meant, but she had to be respectful to him. There was no way she could sit without their hips touching. He was much older than she was. She was barely older than his son. Yet, she couldn’t deny that he was handsome in a distinguished sort of way.
“Come with me, Mary. We are about to begin; I’m just waiting for the last guest.” He took her to the front of the room. All the guests’ chairs were gathered around in a circle, which left a lot of room in the center.
Mary looked as the door opened, and everyone stood up as Prince Michael walked in. Her arm was hooked to his. It was Ella, the woman he met at the ball and took a liking to. It must have flourished into something quickly. No wonder why her mother was desperate, that avenue with her or Elizabet was gone.
“Good evening, Lord Storr. I recognize Mary from the ball, though she is much more beautiful than my memory serves me. Do you remember Mary, Ella?”
“Yes, I do. She looks very ravishing tonight. I expect a woman eager to appease a demanding man would arouse her.” Ella still never understood why they didn’t recognize her. After all, it was only a mask that covered her eyes. Ella expected it had something to do with Straparola’s powers.
“Did I mention that you look ravishing tonight, also, Ella?” Michael didn’t want Ella to feel that she was forgotten.
“Are you making sure that I’m eager to please you tonight? Have I ever failed you?”
“You surprise me each time, Ella.” They sat down so it could begin.
Lord Storr stood in back of Mary, as all eyes were on her. His hands went around her waist and held her tight.
He felt her trembling body as she stood there. “You’re in good hands, Mary. Just obey, and everything will be fine. I wouldn’t have to punish you much,” he warned her. His hands slowly slid up her sides until he found her breasts. He was glad they were unencumbered, not that big and young enough so they didn’t need support. His fingers dug into them.
She couldn’t breathe when his hands slid up and cupped her breasts as if they were alone, but everyone watched his large hands engulf her small breasts and squeeze them tight. It should be shame she felt, but her nipples said something different. Her breasts might be small, but she could never stop her nipples from growing big and hard with the least amount of encouragement. His eager fingers found the growing hardness and squeezed them, but that only inspired greater hardness. He began to pinch them harder, and then, he twisted them in his powerful fingers. She started with a moan, but it turned to a groan when his fingers grew too harsh.
“Am I squeezing your nipples too hard, Mary?” He said it loudly for all to hear.
She didn’t want to provoke him already, so she lied. “No, I like that,” she said for all to hear. What will they think of me? He squeezed harder, but the pain turned to something else when her nipples grew too big and easy targets as if she begged him to abuse her. He released her nipples and squeezed her breasts one more time, then he deserted them, but it grew worse. He began to open the buttons that held her dress closed. He started at the top and slowly worked his way down. Her hands hung at her sides clenched in fists as he began to undress her. She knew she’d be naked in front of everyone soon enough. She’d never been naked in front of anyone before, not even her doctor. This would be much worse. He slowly pulled the dress open when he got to her waist, and she stood there frozen as he slid it off her shoulders and down her arms until it hung at her waist. She was thankful for the silk undergarment, but it did little to hide her swollen nipples. They pushed out the thin garment lewdly.
“Ask me to take off your dress, Mary,” he whispered in her ear.
She turned to look at him to see if he was serious, but there was no smirk on his face. She turned flushed as she said those words. “Please, Lord Storr. Take off my dress.” Her voice trembled as she said it.
His hands slid around her body again, but this time, he made short work of opening up the few buttons that held her dress to her body. It was only seconds before you could hear the swish of soft fabric as it slid down her legs to fall around her ankles.
She shivered, not in cold, but humiliation as she stood in the sexy undergarment and the black stockings on her legs. They made her look more naked, highlighting the white flesh of her thighs in contrast to the black stockings. Lord Storr kneeled at her feet, and his hand held an ankle and pulled her leg up so he could take the dress out from her legs. He threw it on the floor behind him. He went behind her, standing back a bit, and she could feel his eyes burn on her backside. The undergarment barely covered her crotch, and she was naked beneath it.
“Stand in front of Lord Tyrrel.” Hubert pointed to him. As soon as he heard his name, he sat forward in the chair, eager for Mary to visit him.
He was a bit older than Lord Storr and less fit and handsome, but the young woman next to him treated him as though he was the most handsome suitor she ever had. Mary felt strange to walk the six steps to him in only her undergarment, but not a single eye tore away from her as she walked. She didn’t stop until she was within the grasp of his outstretched hands. She knew he’d touch her, but she couldn’t do anything about it. His hands started on her hips but quickly moved to her backside.
“Turn around; I want to see that lovey ass,” his hands eager as they slowly smoothed over her firm cheeks and soft undergarment. He felt her buttocks clench in response to his touch. He slapped one cheek. “Relax your cheeks and let me have my way,” he ordered her.
With her back to him, at least, she didn’t have to look at anyone’s face except for Lord Storr. He gave her a firm stare when she t
ightened her cheeks, and she struggled to keep them relaxed as his fingers became more demanding on her buttocks. He yanked them apart harshly but then released them.
“Part those milky white thighs, Mary.” It took her a moment, but she spread her legs but not very wide. He didn’t care. He pushed his hand between her thighs to make her spread them wider. He loved the feel of her soft, silky thighs and teased his fingers all the way to her crotch, but he didn’t touch her quim. He tickled close to it.
“Turn around.” She did, but she’d learned. She parted her legs but not lewdly. His hand returned, but this time, his fingers brushed lightly over her pronounced bush. He got a gasp from her lips from his intimate touch, but she didn’t cringe or move away. He got a better response when his fingers became more demanding as they dug into the puffy lips of her quim.
She’d expected that Lord Storr would touch her quim but not a stranger. His hand took liberties with her as she stood half naked in front of him, but now, it was too much for her to handle. She struggled not to run away as his fingers pinched the lips of her quim. He suddenly stopped and sat back down.
“Come back over here, Mary,” Hubert commanded her.
She moved next to him, but then, she felt strange. She could still feel Lord Tyrrel’s fingers on her quim, but it wasn’t pain or humiliation. It was as if she missed them, and she felt wetness between her legs. The same wetness she got when she stroked herself. She knew she wouldn’t have the undergarment on much longer. This came quicker than she expected.
Hubert moved behind her; this time, he pressed up against her ass so she could feel his erection. He rubbed from side to side as it grew from her touch. “I’m going to slip off your undergarment, Mary,” he said loudly. “We want to see your virginal body.”
She knew once she was naked, it wouldn’t be much longer before she lost her innocence. She felt his hands touch her naked waist, and then, fingers slid into the waistband of her undergarment. She could feel his fingers opening up bows, as though he were an expert, until he slowly began to peel it down over her hips. She shuddered as the soft fabric ran over the fine hairs of her bush, as if it set her on fire. He kneeled behind her as she felt the shameful hot breath blow on her naked backside. Her undergarment slid down her legs, and he eagerly pulled it from her feet. When he stood up, she was naked except for the stockings. It was more shameful with just them on; it highlighted all her white naked body in contrast to the black stockings. Yet, she stood up tall, her back arched and her small breasts pushed out to accentuate them. Her hands were at her sides, and she didn’t forget. Her legs were parted. She could feel the cool air in the room blow between them. No one she looked at saw her eyes; their stares were concentrated on her sex. She expected Lord Storr to pose her obscenely for all to see her most intimate body in close detail. But he didn’t. It almost disappointed her.
“Can you help me, Lord Tyrrel?”
This had been planned, and he walked next to them with a pillow. He put it in front of her.
She looked down at the pillow and knew what it was for, but she didn’t know why Lord Tyrrel stayed next to her. Lord Storr wouldn’t make me do Lord Tyrrel, would he? She was grateful when Lord Storr began to take off his clothes. He did it without the least bit of shame in front of everyone. Had he done this before? She watched him, the first time she saw a man undress in front of her. She was correct, his body was firm for a man of his age, but her eyes were glued to his trousers. He took them off, and his erection pushed out his undergarments. She wasn’t surprised that there were wet spots, not after the way he rubbed his erection on her backside. He stood there proudly while he lowered his undergarment and kicked it aside and put one hand around his prick. His prick was different than the boys she had stroked to satisfy them. They were both long, but the boys lacked the girth that Lord Tyrrel’s prick had. He stroked it as he looked into her eyes.
“Get on your knees, Mary. Have your ever sucked a prick before?”
She was humiliated by the questions, as though she was experienced in the matter of men. “No, Sir,” she answered humbly without an explanation.
“As long as you take to it with enthusiasm, I have no fear you will be experienced soon enough. I’ll give you ample opportunities to gain the skill necessary to please me.”
Mary had never considered taking a boy’s prick in her mouth, the thought of tasting the seed of a man was too disgusting to contemplate. Yet, here she was as she knelt at his feet, his prick held out by his hand only inches from her face.
“Push your knees out, Mary,” Lord Tyrrel ordered her, but his hands eagerly slipped between her legs and pushed them out. “Spread them wider, open up, Mary.” He saw everyone stare between her legs, wishing he could see her virgin quim open up, but he’d soon be stroking it.
She felt her virgin lips open up slightly when her knees were spread wide. Lord Tyrrel took such liberties with her, fearing why he was next to her when it was Lord Storr’s prick that she’d be taking in her mouth.
“Hold still, Mary,” Lord Tyrrel warned her as he pulled her hands behind her back. He felt her muscles struggle for a second, but then, she surrendered. He took the leather straps and placed them around her slim wrists and buckled them tight, trapping them together behind her back. But as planned, her hands and fingers would be free.
Hubert put his hand under Mary’s chin to raise it up until her eyes stared into his. He saw her panic when Barnaby tied her wrists. “I won’t need your hands, just your mouth.” The panic soon disappeared from her eyes. She wet her lips and that made his prick jerk so hard that he could barely hold it. “Stick out your tongue.” When her pink tongue pushed out far and her mouth opened wide, he moved forward and gently lowered his iron-hard erection down on her tongue. He had trouble controlling his prick when he felt her hot, wet tongue touch it. “Begin to lick it like ice cream.”
The head was a deep red, almost purple with blood, and the drops of his seed that leaked out stained it as it glistened in the bright light. The moment his prick hit her tongue, another drop leaked out, thick and milky white. She felt Lord Tyrrel kneel behind as his hands slid around her naked waist. She didn’t know how or when, but there was no mistaking that it was his naked prick that rubbed over her backside. She feared with her knees spread so wide, not only the lips of her quim were open, but also the crack in her backside was spread wide, and no amount of clenching could defend her. Her hands bound behind her were so close to his prick, but she had to worry about the prick that sat heavily on her tongue. Her tongue began to move as Lord Storr held his prick so she could visit every spot on it. He made sure that she paid special attention to the head, making her flutter her tongue over the hole until it spewed out more of his thick crème. The pungent seed flooded her mouth from just a few drops. She explored the head of his prick, smooth, but wet with his seed. The shaft was different, her tongue found every bump, ridge and vein. She feared having to lick his testicles, but he grew too eager for her mouth.
“Take the head in and work it over with your tongue, and I’ll reward you with some of my jism.” He was able to release his prick as soon as her mouth took control of it. Her lips tightened just beneath the head to trap it, and then, her tongue swished across the very tip, and he cried softly in pleasure as he squirted prematurely in her mouth. He saw her face scowl as his jism shot into her mouth, but her tongue never stopped moving.
She gagged when he shot in her mouth, knowing it wasn’t his orgasm, but that didn’t make it any easier to contend with all of his seed in her mouth. It refused to mix with her spit and coated every inch of her mouth. She continued to do as he required of her.
“Take more of my prick deeper into your mouth.” He began to guide her head. He watched as her lips stretched wide around the shaft of his prick and her cheeks hollowed as she literally sucked him in. He didn’t tell her to do this, she did it instinctively.
His prick began to fill her mouth as she moved back and forth; her tongue never stopped washing i
t down. He pushed with his hips sideways until her cheek bulged out on one side as if he tried to drive it through, but then, he was back to shoving it straight in. It slid through her lips and over her wet, slippery tongue to go to the back of her mouth. He was too big for her little mouth as he slammed the head into her throat as if he was trying to drive it in. But, that was impossible, his prick was too big and her throat too small.
Lord Tyrrel began to run his hands between her legs, first caressing her thighs as he neared her virgin quim. Her body shuddered the first time he touched her quim, but she never lost a beat as she sucked Hubert’s prick. She might not have done this before, but she was a natural.
She felt Lord Tyrrel begin to stroke her quim. His fingers were questing but lightly rubbed her slit until they pressed deeper and found the soft, wet inner lips. She wouldn’t be able to pull away. Lord Storr must have planned this. Lord Tyrrel would struggle to keep her knees spread, she wanted to shut them and trap his finger so he stroke her until she had an orgasm, sure that it would be at the same time Lord Storr did in her mouth. She didn’t know what she’d do with all his seed, but the thought of her having an orgasm did entice her. She never expected to get any pleasure from this night. She thought it would all be about pleasuring Lord Storr. His fingers began to rub harder, pushing aside her lips and teasing at the soft inner flesh. It was difficult for Mary to do both, receive pleasure and give it, torn between which one to do more.
Lord Tyrrel loved to stroke her wet, soft quim, and he could tell that he aroused her, but his effort wouldn’t go unrewarded. She didn’t fight him as he moved in closer and his prick jerked in such excitement when it was her hands and fingers it made contact with.
