She pointed to the array of torturer’s equipment hanging from the rough carved-out stone wall. Columbine was too slow in obeying. Her sluggishness was immediately rewarded with a series of very forceful and deliberate slaps to her breasts before Esmeralda pinched one of her nipples between a thumb and forefinger and squeezing tightly, pulled her close. Esmeralda’s grip was vice-like, the agony showing on Columbine’s bruised and reddened face.
“When I order you to do something, you jump to it like Jack Flash. Understand?”
“Yes.”
Columbine’s answer was hesitant and mumbled. The crushing pressure on her tormented nipple doubled, a frantic squeal ripping from her lips.
“When the Baroness asks you a question, is that how you answer?”
“N . .no.”
Pushing her away, Esmeralda rained a flurry of clenched-fist punches to Columbine’s heavy tits, almost knocking her to the ground. Begging for mercy, with tears streaming from her eyes, Columbine wrapped her arms around herself, seeking protection from any renewed attack. Esmeralda grabbed Columbine’s wrists and pulling her arms down, clamped the fingers of both hands firmly into her breast meat, wrenching the supple flesh and digging her fingernails deep.
“Don’t you ever learn? Try again; what do you call the Baroness?”
“Mistress.”
“Yes, that’s right. And that’s what you’ll call me. Understand?”
“Y . .yes.”
This time, Esmeralda’s attack was so vicious that Columbine did indeed stagger backwards and fall to the ground in a wailing heap.
“What!!”
“Yes mistress. I’m sorry mistress.”
“You will be if you forget again. Now, get up and bring those chains and things over here.”
Staggering to her feet, Columbine obeyed the order.
“Right, the cuffs first. And because I think there’s something going on between you two, it will be all the better if you do it. Pull both arms behind his back and cuff his wrists. And make sure they’re tight.”
Whispering to Arlecchino that she was sorry, Columbine locked his hands behind him. Esmeralda tested their tightness, grudgingly affirming that it was to her satisfaction.
“Now, his ankles. Clamp them as tight as his wrists.”
Columbine fitted an iron cuff around each of Arlecchino’s ankles and ratcheted them tight.
“Good, now we’re getting somewhere. Alright pretty boy, kneel down.”
Arlecchino struggled to obey but with his feet clamped tightly together and his wrists cuffed behind his back, he had great difficulty in keeping his balance, almost falling over at one stage until finally he dropped very heavily onto his knees.
“This is taking too long, I’ll do it myself.”
Pushing Columbine to one side, Esmeralda took over and selecting a short length of iron chain looped it around the wrist cuffs, dropped it down and passed it under the ankle cuffs, pulling it as tight as she possibly could before locking it in position with a rust-pocked iron padlock. With his hands and feet bound together, Arlecchino’s spine was arched backwards at an alarming angle; the pain must have been excruciating, exactly what Esmeralda intended.
Next, the studded iron collar was fastened around his neck, chain was clipped into the ring on its back and again locked tight to the ankle cuffs, forcing his head back and facing upwards. Esmeralda stood back and admired her handiwork.
“There, doesn’t he look nice. But there’s something missing.”
She made a show of pondering for a moment.
“I know. A gag, that’s what we need. There, that iron ball gag, fetch it!”
Columbine ran to the wall, she was not going to risk further punishment. Taking the gag from its hook, she handed it to Esmeralda.
“Open wide pretty boy, let’s see how you look with this stuck in your measly cock-sucking mouth.”
It was the work of moments to shove the ball between his teeth and fasten the straps behind his neck.
“That’s it, we’re all ready now; it’s time to find out just how good you really are.”
Lifting the skirt of her gypsy dress, she tucked the hem into its waistband, revealing long olive-skinned legs, smooth downy thighs and a prominent mons tightly enveloped by a miniscule thong. Slipping a finger between her legs, she hooked the gusset of the thong and tugged it down past her knees, letting it drop to the floor before she kicked it away.
Widening her thighs, she straddled Arlecchino’s upturned head.
“Now, lick me out. Stick your tongue up my cunt and make me come like you do the Baroness.”
With her vulva squashed against his nose and the ball gag stuffing his mouth, his tongue was trapped behind his lips. He could no more do as she ordered than he could wank his suddenly erect cock; despite the awfulness of his situation the juicy muskiness of Esmeralda’s vagina had propelled his virgin weapon from inertia to full action stations in the blink of an eye.
Esmeralda gave it several seconds, then lifted herself from his face.
“I see. You don’t want to get your teeth into my pubes and your nose stuck into my twat. I’m not good enough for you, is that it? You only want your stuck-up Baroness, don’t you?”
Arlecchino’s rock-hard cock told her that her accusation was far from the truth, but she pressed on. She was in absolute control of one of the Baroness’ favourites and the feeling was delicious. A hesitant, stuttering protest from Columbine halted her momentarily.
“But . . But mistress, he’s gagged; he can’t do it.”
In a rush of anger, Esmeralda leapt onto Columbine, and pushing her to the floor landed several hefty kicks to her stomach and breasts, feeling her toes dig into her flesh as she did so.
“Who asked for your opinion slut? Keep your mouth shut until I want you to use it.”
Of course it was true. Gagged, bound and chained, there was no way whatsoever that he could obey her order, which was of course exactly as she had intended. She turned to Columbine, who was still squatting on the floor nursing her injuries.
“What punishment does the Baroness hand out if you disobey her?”
“We never do that. We always do as we’re ordered. We’ve heard awful, horrible tales of slaves and servants being found dead in the woods and the cellars with their bodies all slashed and cut and drained of blood after they’ve upset her; we’re frightened of her and we don’t want that to happen to us so we do everything she says.”
Esmeralda had heard those stories too and although she had never seen any bodies herself, she was fairly certain of what happened during the Ceremony and so she was well inclined to believe them.
“Alright. What does she do to you if you’re too slow to do something she orders you to do.”
“Sometimes she whips us, and sometimes she beats us with the cane.”
“How many strokes?”
“Twenty five.”
“Umm. . Twenty five eh? Well, for disobeying me, he’s going to get fifty. From both of us! Get over there and fetch me that bundle of canes.”
Columbine scrambled to her feet and scurrying over to the rear of the pen to collect the canes, handed them to Esmeralda. Pulling one cane after another from the bunch, Esmeralda bent them between her hands before slashing them through the air to test their pliability and resilience. Finally she settled on two canes that satisfied her, handing one to Columbine and keeping one for herself.
“You take his back and shoulders, and make sure you strike his flesh and not the chains. Now, go!”
Obviously fearful of damaging Arlecchino, Columbine drew back her arm and landed a strike to his shoulder that lacked any real measure of force. In a flash Esmeralda lashed out with her own cane and delivered a devastating, cutting slash across both of Columbine’s heaving breasts, the white-edged gr
oove turning almost instantly into an angry red tramline. Columbine’s screams were of such intensity that momentarily a hush descended over the muttering herd. Esmeralda glared in their direction.
“That’s right. Any of you upset me and you’ll get the same treatment. Now you’re quiet, keep it that way.”
Then she turned to deal with Columbine.
“I said beat him, not stroke him gently like my beautiful Djali. He’s not a pet goat, so hit him again and this time put some muscle into it.”
Undoubtedly fearing further punishment, Columbine needed no second bidding and flailed into Arlecchino with all the force of which she was capable. The boy’s flesh marked up just as her own had done, angry weals striping his back and shoulders.
“Stop, stop. That’s better but this has got to be done right; slowly so that he can fully appreciate the pain. I’ll beat him, then you beat him; one after another. I’ll start and you count the strokes out loud so we know where we are.”
Esmeralda landed the first devilish stroke, followed by Columbine;
Arlecchino’s firmly-muscled flesh rippling under the savagery of each blow. Slowly and very deliberately the beating progressed with Columbine counting the strokes as she had been ordered. Over his shoulders, up and down his back the crippling strokes fell until his torso was a bloody criss-crossed mess. And still only fifty of the one hundred strokes had been delivered.
“You’re doing well, keep it up and maybe I won’t punish you as severely.”
If Esmeralda’s words were intended as some kind of sop to lessen Columbine’s fears, they certainly did not work. The poor girl still looked terrified.
“Now we’ll go for his arse, his legs and his cock. I’ll go first this time.”
And so the beating carried on until Columbine counted the hundred. Arlecchino’s backside, his thighs, the backs of his legs, the soles of his feet and his sorry mashed cock were all glowing crimson and rivers of tears flowed from his bloodshot eyes.
“He looked nice before but he looks even better now. That blood and those stripes and bruises suit him very well. You did well too, I’m sure the Baroness would be proud of you if she knew.”
Esmeralda strutted around Arlecchino. In truth she was extremely pleased. He was cowed, ravaged and in a wretchedly sorry state and it pleased her to think that even the Baroness had probably never given him such a savage going over as this.
But before his ordeal was over, she had another treat in store for him. Calling Djali to her side, Esmeralda fondled his jaw before murmuring softly into one of his ears. The goat began to circle Arlecchino, pawing the ground before suddenly lowering his horns and charging full tilt at the wretched unfortunate virgin. Arlecchino keeled over like a stunned cow in an abattoir and lay on his side, groaning in agony. Djali remained, again pawing the ground with his bovidae eyes fixed firmly on Arlecchino. Stroking his beard, Esmeralda calmed him and ordered him away.
“That’s a good boy. Now you go and play. Maman will call you again if she wants you.”
The goat trotted off and once more began showing off to the Herd and its guards. That was Arlecchino dealt with, now for Columbine.
The beating of Arlecchino and her sense of total domination over him had ignited a raw sexual passion in Esmeralda that had to be quenched; and quickly. Her nipples throbbed, her sex was awash with juices and her whole being cried out for fulfilment. She would have loved to subject Columbine to the same sort of treatment that she had meted out to Arlecchino but her need was too urgent and so after treating her to half a dozen perfunctory slashes of the cane, Esmeralda dragged Columbine over to a rough bench on which was laid an array of evil-looking devices of torture. Sweeping the iron horrors to the floor, Esmeralda laid herself onto the bench with her backside close to one end and her legs bent at the knees.
“You know what I want. Get on with it . . . And make it good!”
Dropping to her knees, Columbine buried her head between Esmeralda’s spread legs, licking the dribbles of musky love juice from the insides of her thighs. Esmeralda raised her torso from the bench, reached out and tugged viciously on a handful of Columbine’s hair.
“Stop fooling around! I want an orgasm and I want it fast, so don’t mess about, get your tongue in there.”
Terrified, Columbine sank her nose between Esmeralda’s sopping sex lips and drove her tongue into her flooded vagina. It took only seconds. Esmeralda was so hopped up that squeezing Columbine’s head between her thighs, she thrashed and convulsed in a frantic orgasm the moment that the virgin’s nose nuzzled up against her pulsing, erect clitoris.
Columbine’s hot tongue stuck up her hole had transported Esmeralda to the realms of sexual bliss but gradually the surges of electrifying spasms died and she found herself still in need. The girl’s tongue had been alright but what she really needed to satisfy her completely was a good stiff cock. A cock like Arlecchino’s.
Using her bare feet she pushed Columbine backwards onto her haunches and sat up to address her.
“The pretty boy! Unchain him and bring him over here.”
It was a fiddly business freeing Arlecchino and Esmeralda felt the impatience growing within her. It was taking too long, her fanny was twitching and she wanted his cock now, not next year.
“Hurry up you lazy bitch. If you don’t get him over here damn quick, I’ll make you sorry your mother didn’t dispose of you the moment you were born.”
The wait seemed interminable, although in reality it was only minutes before Arlecchino stood between her sprawled thighs, his cock standing proud. There was no preamble; Esmeralda was too desperate for that.
“Fuck me you pathetic bastard. Fuck me now!”
“But mistress, I can’t. The Baroness forbids us to do that.”
“Sod the Baroness, I’ll sort her out. And don’t tell me that you can’t fuck me because your bloody cock says different. Look at it, it’s like a flag pole.”
And so it was. Esmeralda reached forward and feeling its hot throbbing girth beneath her fingers, she guided the slave’s virgin cock to her soaking vagina. Lodging his bulging glans into the entrance to her hole, she wriggled forwards until his whole bell end was sunk inside her sex.
“Now, push!”
He penetrated three or four inches and his cock was definitely the real thing. But it was not enough.
“Put your hands under my arse and lift me up so you can get in right up to the hilt.”
Arlecchino did it like a professional and she felt his pulsing cock stretch her hole to its limit and gasped aloud as his bell end smashed all the way in. He was good for a virgin and he had not come on the first stroke as usually happened with inexperienced youths.
“Now bend over and suck my tits. And don’t stop shagging.”
With his mouth fastened over one of her acorn-sized nipples he thrust in and out, ramming his pubis against her clitoris on every up stroke. Her passion arose anew, her vagina squirting lubricating juices over his cock, juices that leaked from her sex petals to soak his mass of curly black pubic hair. God, he was big. And he felt magnificent. He was not only good for a virgin, he was as good as any man she had ever fucked and the tingling, numbing spikes of approaching orgasm radiated from her sex to her nipples and then to her every nerve ending.
Faster and faster he plunged deep into her as she moaned in ecstasy until she felt his cock expand even further as thick rivers of spunk raced up his urethra as he came. But all was not lost; his throbbing, shuddering cock tipped her over the edge and into gypsy heaven as she joined him in a mutual thrashing orgasm.
As she calmed her senses, she savoured the feeling of her cunt awash with his sperm and the pheromone-laden scent of their musky combined juices that drifted up to her nostrils. And he had not slackened! Not one iota. His cock was still plugging her solid, and if it were possible, he was almost too big.
And unlike older men he was ready to go again without a pause.
Alright, if he was, then so was she.
So Arlecchino fucked her again. And again. And every time without fail, she reached a screaming, debilitating climax that saw the eyes everyone in the temple glued on to their thrashing bodies.
Eventually, her skin glistening and her hair wringing with sweat, even she had had enough. Amazingly he had not, because when she ordered him to pull out, his love pistol still stood proudly aiming for the stars.
“Not bad for a beginner. It’s a pity we’ll never be able to do it again.”
The real significance of her remark was lost on Arlecchino. Like all the other virgins he had no idea of what awaited him at the Ceremony. He had enjoyed the fucking, that much was patently obvious; but he was also obviously troubled.
“Mistress, I’m no longer a virgin. What’s going to happen to me when the Baroness finds out?”
“She won’t. This lot will keep their mouths shut if they know what’s good for them. And I’m certainly not going to tell her. Are you?”
“No mistress.”
“Well, there you are then. Both of you get back to your pens and nobody will be any the wiser.
But there was one fatal flaw in Esmeralda’s reasoning: the mirror. She was completely unaware of its existence, but it was aware of her. Her fate was sealed.
And so was Julian’s.
The Retribution
THE BARONESS HAD WATCHED WITH increasing fury as Esmeralda savaged her two favourite virgins. And now Arlecchino’s cock was no longer innocent of the female sex organ, something that automatically rendered him useless as far as the Ceremony was concerned. Esmeralda was going to pay for her actions; and pay very dearly. But not just yet.
There was just about sufficient time for the Baroness to enjoy a final hour or two of pleasure with her two favourite slaves before they had to be readied for the Ceremony. And perhaps she could combine that pleasure with a suitably humiliating punishment for Esmeralda. Not the ultimate punishment that she was now guaranteed to suffer later that night, but something sufficient to be going on with. Something to cause her to rue the error of her ways.
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