Mistress Angelique

by Justus Roux

  “Master, your cock feels so good….mmmyess…please Master grant me the pleasure of all your big cock in me, ooooyeahmm…please…” She arched up more.

  She slammed her hips down onto him and thrust up at the same time. “Yes, take every last inch of my cock.”

  “Thank you Master!!!” She screamed as another orgasm peaked. “Please Master honor me with your cum.”

  “Fuck yes.” Dante growled thrusting wildly almost savagely. He roared his orgasm then collapsed down onto her.

  “Thank you Master.” Aurora gently caressed his back.

  “Very good, I am pleased. Now kneel by the bed until I return.”

  “Yes Master.” Aurora immediately obeyed.

  “Umm, very good.” Dante petted her then climbed out of the bed. “I will use your mouth when I return.” He petted her again then left the room.

  Chapter 7

  Angelique paced back in forth in her room wondering if Aurora pleased Dante. His stable of females was pathetic so she felt a need to fill it with new ones, Aurora being the jewel of the bunch. Loud knocking on the door distracted her. She stalked over to the door and flung it open.

  “Yves what in the hell do you want?” She went back inside her room. Yves rushed up to her and threw himself at her feet.

  “Mistress I beg of you to let me have Bazil.” He kissed at her feet.

  “What?” Angelique looked down at her most unusual male. He was as big as Raven, but sported short auburn hair, dazzling green eyes; he was brutal looking just like his demeanor. But with Angelique he was a harmless little puppy.

  “I want Dante’s Bazil, please Mistress grant me use of him.”

  “Get up.” Angelique kicked him away.

  Yves got up on his knees in front of her. “Please Mistress, he is so beautiful, so….feminine…what a wonderful doll he would make.”

  “You are a strange one, aren’t you?” She went over to the bed and spread her legs open. “Well this means I will have to talk to Dante.”

  Yves hurried over to her and fell to his knees before her then lowered his head between her legs. Angelique lay down on the bed and enjoyed the greedy way Yves ate her pussy. This his one saving grace and why she put up with his eccentricities. He sucked and slurped at her pussy, licking every crease, fold and the opening of it. He did so very noisily, which Angelique loved. “Very good, mmmm, very, very good.” She purred. She ran her fingers through his hair and waited for the right moment to give him what he most desired. Just before she came she grabbed his head with both of her hands and shoved his whole face as deep as she could into her pussy. She grinded against his face, holding him firmly against her, she quietly counted knowing precisely how long he could hold his breath. He made all sorts of muffled sounds as he wallowed his face in her pussy. She saw his hand go to his cock, stroking fast. She grinded fast, pushing harder against the back of his head and just as his cum flew from his cock she let him go. She looked down at his face covered with her juice and smiled. “You are so weird, you know that don’t you?”

  “But this pleases my Mistress.” He wiped her juice from his face and then licked it from his hand.

  “Indeed it does.”

  “What about Bazil Mistress?” He started licking at her toes.

  “He is for Dante to lend not me, now come here.” She sat up and opened her arms and he immediately fell in them. He held her tightly as she stroked his hair. “Don’t worry my sweet. I have a big surprise for you anyways.”

  “What is it Mistress?” Yves snuggled closer to her.

  “I was given a man named Jarvis; I think he will suit your twisted needs nicely.”

  “Does he look like Bazil, Mistress?”

  “No, but he is small and very pretty.” She petted him softly.

  “Thank you Mistress.”

  “Anything for one of my sweets. Now…” She laid back down and spread her legs wide. “Back to what you do so well.”

  “Yes Mistress.” Yves smiled and lowered his head between her legs.

  ***

  Brent walked around the castle, though little was open to him. The large room down the hall had two enormous men standing guard in front. Both stood at attention as he approached. “Did Mistress give you permission?” One of them boomed.

  “Permission?”

  “I would say no. Leave, no man may enter the playground with out the okay from Mistress.”

  Brent turned around and walked the other way. So that was where the playground was. He was hoping that was Dante’s chamber.

  “Brent wasn’t it?”

  Brent looked up and saw Jarvis standing by one of the small chambers. “Yes.”

  “Please come in.” Jarvis looked down the hall then went into his chamber. Brent followed him in, maybe he knew where Dante’s chamber was. It was better than wandering around these mazes of corridors.

  Jarvis gestured to the bed then took a seat on the small wooden chair. “I have to get out of here.” Jarvis whispered. He reminded Brent of a nervous rabbit.

  “Then leave.”

  “There is no way out of here.”

  “The front door.”

  “It is not that easy my friend. The castle is surrounded by a moat the drawbridge only goes down by Mistress’ order.”

  “Then swim the damn moat.”

  “There are eels and other nasty things in there. Mistress Angelique is known for her flare for the dramatics.”

  “This is ridiculous, you are a grown man if you want to leave she can’t keep you here.” Brent got up and paced around the room.

  “Yes she can. Did you read the contract you signed? You must stay here for the two weeks and give yourself to her care.”

  Brent tried to remember the paper, he did sign something. “Jarvis where would Dante stay?”

  “In the best quarters, but why would you want to know that?”

  “I want to see him.”

  “What?!” Jarvis stood straight up. “I told you not to draw attention to yourself. You don’t want to be with him. I have heard many stories of the tortures he has put many males through. I am hoping Mistress notices me or even better that I become invisible.”

  “You are truly scared of him aren’t’ you?”

  “Yes, but…” Jarvis moved closer. “The one I am the most afraid of…”

  “Angelique?”

  “No, Bazil.”

  “Why would you fear him?” Brent was taken back by that reply.

  “Dante will severely punish anyone who hurts him. I heard Bazil didn’t like some new male Dante acquired and lied to Dante claiming this male had raped him. It is said Dante beat the male so severely that he died. “

  “Bullshit!”

  “I have offended you?” Jarvis looked at Brent strangely.

  “Bazil would never do such a thing.”

  “Please listen to me. I like you. You seem like a decent person and I still haven’t figured out why you are here. You don’t seem to belong here. But please stay away from Dante and don’t touch Bazil.”

  “I appreciate your concern.” Brent knew the little man won’t tell him where Dante’s chamber was. Damn it, He swore under his breath.

  The door flung open startling both men. “Yum, Yum.” Yves licked his lips looking over Jarvis.

  “Who the fuck are you?” Brent stood in front of Jarvis.

  “Get the fuck away from my plaything.”

  Brent looked back at Jarvis. “I don’t know him.” Jarvis whispered.

  “Why don’t you leave.” Brent stood his ground.

  “Piss off.” Yves lifted Brent up and threw him over the bed. “You are so girly, sssssss.” Yves licked his lips and moved closer to Jarvis.

  Brent shook his head and stood up, he saw Yves closing in on Jarvis. The little man’s attempts to hold the large Yves off were futile. Brent jumped over the bed and onto Yves’ back.

  “Persistent fucker aren’t you.” Yves slammed into the wall trying to knock Brent off.

  “Well,
you are much tougher than my Bazil.” Dante’s voice stopped Yves in his tracks. Jarvis backed into a corner and huddled down. “What is going on?”

  “This flea is protecting my new doll.” Yves slammed Brent into the wall again.

  “Doll?” Dante looked down at the little man sitting on the floor. “Hmmm, what is so good about you?”

  “I am unworthy of you Master Dante.” Jarvis groveled on the floor.

  “Come here.”

  Jarvis quickly crawled over to Dante’s feet then got up on his knees, keeping his eyes to the floor. “You.” Dante looked over at Yves. “Take the flea to my chambers so he may visit with Bazil.”

  Yves moved from the wall then Brent jumped off his back, as the men passed Dante grabbed Brent’s arm. “But if you so much as harm a hair on his head, I will make you plead for death.” Dante growled at Brent.

  Brent looked down at Jarvis and couldn’t help but feel pity for the man. “You Yves, come back here when you are done.”

  “Yes Master Dante.”

  Dante moved over to the bed and sat down. “Come here.” Jarvis crawled to him and grabbed his feet.

  “Please Master Dante, I am unworthy of you.” Jarvis began licking at Dante’s toes. Dante watched as Jarvis thoroughly bathe every inch of both his feet with his tongue.

  “Relax me.” Jarvis expertly massaged Dante’s feet as Dante laid back onto the bed.

  “Master Dante, what is your pleasure?” Dante sat up hearing Yves’ voice.

  “What did you mean by your doll?”

  “This feminine one was given to me by Mistress. I will dress him up like a doll and play with him.”

  Dante pulled Jarvis to him pushing his face into his crotch. Jarvis immediately started rubbing his face over Dante’s leather covered cock, his mouth trying to find Dante’s cock through the fabric. “This one is eager.” Dante said watching Jarvis rout around, feeling his mouth on his cock even through the leather.

  “May I pleasure myself, Master?” Yves asked, his cock so painful watching Jarvis’ humiliation.

  “No, just watch.” Dante smiled hearing Yves groan. Dante rubbed Jarvis’ face all over his crotch. “Do you want to suck my cock?”

  “Yes Master.” Jarvis took more of the fabric in his mouth, pushing his face deeper.

  “You are such a pussy.” Dante grabbed a handful of Jarvis’ hair. “I bet if I told you to crawl through this castle you would do it without question.”

  “What ever brings you pleasure, Master.” Jarvis followed the hardness of Dante’s cock that could be felt through the leather pants.

  “Ram your cock down his fucking throat.” Yves growled.

  “Silence.” Dante shot a look at Yves.

  “Sorry Master.”

  Dante reached down and unzipped his pants, he moved the fabric so only a little of his cock was exposed. Jarvis licked at the part of the shaft the pants didn’t cover. “Want more?”

  “Please Master.”

  Dante pulled his cock from his pants. “Umm, you want to feel my cock in your throat don’t you?”

  “More than anything Master.”

  “You lying pussy.” Dante grabbed a handful of Jarvis’ hair and rammed his cock down his throat causing Jarvis to gag.

  “Come here Yves, let’s use this pussy boy.”

  Yves quickly got behind Jarvis tearing his pants from him then in one quick movement filled Jarvis’ ass full of his cock. Both men violently thrust into Jarvis. “I’m going to tear this ass up.” Yves howled like a dog.

  Dante started to laugh, Angelique was right Yves was a strange one. Dante pulled his cock from Jarvis’ mouth and stroked it right in front of his face. Dante closed his eyes and envisioned Bazil sucking his cock. Within minutes his cum shoot all over Jarvis’ face. Then he stood up and pull his pants back up and left, laughing hearing Yves howling again.

  Chapter 8

  Brent entered the large chamber this one as elegant if not more so than Angelique’s had been. He saw Bazil on the bed gently kissing and caressing Aurora.

  “Bazil.” Brent called out. He was somehow relieved to see Bazil with a woman.

  “Brent.” Bazil sat up. “Aurora will you please excuse us. You can rest in my quarters.”

  “Thank you Bazil.” Aurora hurried from the room, Brent’s eyes unable to leave her image until she was gone from the room.

  “Why are you here?” Bazil pulled on his pants.

  “I knew you weren’t really gay.” Brent sat down next to Bazil.

  “I am bisexual, I probably always have been. I just didn’t want to admit it. Now why are you here?”

  “To bring you home.”

  “I am home, Brent. My home is where Dante is.”

  “Tom…”

  “My name is Bazil.”

  “Bazil, Dante has you brainwashed or something. I can help you.”

  “Brent!” Bazil got up and moved from the bed. “I am here by my own free will. Now, I will try to get you out of here, but I won’t go with you.”

  “NO!! Damn it! You are coming home with me.”

  “I love Dante nothing you say will make me leave him.”

  “My Bazil.” Brent jumped from the bed after hearing Dante’s voice. Damn it he thought he would have more time. He scanned the room looking for anything to use as a weapon.

  “Master.” Bazil went into Dante’s open arms.

  “What have you done to him?!!” Brent charged at Dante. Dante quickly moved away from Bazil, grabbing Brent in mid-air then slamming him to the ground.

  “Master please!!” Bazil rushed to them. Dante had Brent by the throat and was squeezing. Brent was trying to break his hold. “Let him go…for me. I beg of you, please Dante.”

  Dante released Brent, leaving him coughing and gasping on the floor. “I spoil you too much my Bazil.”

  “I am most grateful.” Bazil fell to his knees and wrapped his arms around Dante’s leg. Dante gently petted Bazil.

  “Bazil get the fuck up!!” Brent screamed as he pulled himself up to his feet. “What are you doing?! Get up!!!” Brent went over to Bazil and attempted to pull him to his feet. Dante pushed Brent away. “I want my brother back you asshole!!!” The frustration of the surreal situation was almost too much for Brent. A horrible nightmare in which he couldn’t wake up. “What the hell is wrong with you people?!” Brent punched and kicked at the stone wall, doing little damage except to his fist.

  “Bazil, can you calm him down.” Dante looked down at him; he saw the pain in Bazil’s face witnessing his brother’s melt down. He wanted that look to leave his Bazil’s face

  “I can try Master.” Bazil rose to his feet and went to Brent.

  “Come back with me.” Brent was reduced to saying in a whimper.

  “Let me help you. Master may I tend to his wound?”

  “Yes my Bazil.” Dante sat down on the bed.

  “Follow me.” Bazil went to a room that was adjacent to Dante’s. Aurora sat up in the bed. “Please get some water and bandages.”

  “Okay.” She ran into the bathroom.

  Bazil sat Brent down on the bed. “I will try to explain everything later.” Aurora hurried back with the supplies and Bazil let her tend to Brent’s wounds.

  She gently cleaned Brent’s fists. “I can mend him, if you wish Bazil.”

  “Thank you, Aurora.” She smiled at him then went to work on Brent.

  “What about Anna? You loved her, hell you were married for almost eight years.” Brent’s eyes stayed focused on Aurora’s face as she went about her task of bandaging his hands. Her touches were gentle.

  “I will always love Anna.” Bazil got off the bed and went over to the small bar. “I belong with Dante.” He poured three glasses of white wine.

  “No you belong with Anna.”

  “Damn it Brent, will you for once listen to me.” He walked back over and handed the two the wine. “Enjoy, Aurora.” Bazil smiled down at her. “For as long as I can remember I lived my life to please
others, you know how father was.”

  “Yes.” How could Brent not, until the day that man died, both he and Bazil constantly had to prove themselves worthy to take over the family business.

  “I work hard to provide a good life for me and Anna, but still she always wanted more. Nothing was ever enough for her. But I loved to give her the things that made her happy, that brought that life to her eyes. I went along with every kinky thing she wanted.” Bazil sat back down. “You remember how much I loved my painting and sketching?”

  “Yes.” Brent chuckled. “You were always trying to sketch me and mom.” The pleasant memories of their childhood warmed him.

  “I never wanted to head father’s company; you were more suited for the task. But I did what was expected of me.” Bazil walked back over to the bar and poured himself some more wine. “When Ecstasy and his Master risked so much to get me and Anna out of Dante’s desert mansion and we were brought to their island….I felt….hollow.” Bazil gulped down the glass of wine. “I was relieved that Anna was safe, she suffered far more brutality than I did. But, I couldn’t stop thinking about Dante, his hands gently stroking my hair, the sound of him saying Bazil.” Bazil closed his eyes his cock getting hard just thinking about Dante. “That look on his face when I brought him pleasure, or just when he looked at me.”

  “Bazil!! I ….”

  “Hear me out. Anna never looked at me with such passion, such love, want, need…” Bazil took a deep breath to savor the mental picture of Dante’s gray eyes dancing with life as he looked into them. “He enjoys my art; he even enjoys watching me create. He listens to me, nurtures me, protects me….loves me.” Bazil went over to Brent and looked at Aurora’s handy work. “Very good, Aurora.” He stroked her face gently.

  Brent couldn’t help but noticed that she was grateful for Bazil’s tenderness. Almost like, it was foreign to her. “You find her attractive, I saw you with her.” Brent leaned his back against the headboard.

  “Of course I do. I told you I am bisexual. I adore women.” Bazil smiled down at Aurora. “But I love Dante.” Bazil sat next to Brent. “Listen Brent, you have to get out of here, you don’t belong in this world.”