A guard was summoned to escort Columbine and Arlecchino, suitably cleansed of course, to her presence. As they stood meekly before her in the almost total blackness of her chamber, she almost found herself feeling sorry for them but her icy heart soon regained control and she addressed them in tones of steel.
“I know what the slut Esmeralda did to you and although I don’t exonerate you from blame, I don’t hold you totally responsible either. I’m going to play some little games with her and I’m going to let you join in, to get your own back so to speak. Especially you Arlecchino because you are now ruined and cannot take part in the special ceremony that I have planned for tonight.”
The boy slave looked thoroughly wretched and miserable, but the Baroness reflected that he did not know how lucky he was. If she decided to be merciful, he would still be around tomorrow, none of the others would. She stroked his neck and bared her pointed canines, but then thought better of it; she had drained enough of his blood the day before. If she did not take too much at a time and allowed him to keep replenishing his red cells then he would be good for many more feeding sessions. But if she went too far and actually drained his life force then he would be nothing but a zombie and there were already too many of that sort squeezed into the foul cesspits of the catacombs.
She looked deep into his melancholy, liquid eyes.
“Now, take the secret passage down from the castle to the temple and bring Esmeralda to me. And do it quickly or you’ll suffer the consequences.”
Arlecchino took off like a 303 round fired from a Lee Enfield rifle. When the Baroness threatened dire retribution it was advisable to leap into action, any slackness could indeed bring unwarranted and indescribably painful penalties. Penalties that he had suffered on countless occasions when she had ordered him to carry out tasks that were patently impossible, for the only reason that his failure to complete them gave her a valid reason for torture and sex. But then again, the Baroness did not really need any excuse; she just liked her slaves to believe that they thoroughly deserved their punishments.
The Baroness had a wealth of experience behind her; an inordinately lengthy period of time in which to hone her perversions to perfection. And hone them she had, slave after slave falling victim not only to her outrageous sexual practices, but also to her insatiable blood lust. A lust that was not entirely of her own making, for she too had in time long past been a victim; a victim of the guest the gypsies had delivered in a coffin to her temple that very afternoon. And in her turn, with the assistance of Anna Darvulia, her confidante and accomplice, she had made victims of countless others.
Arlecchino arrived back breathless, with a panting, unhappy Esmeralda close behind.
“Ah, Esmeralda, you finally grace us with your presence. So kind of you, I was beginning to think that you had decided not to return to us.”
“Mistress, I wouldn’t do that, it was just more difficult this time. So many young girls have gone missing that the authorities are keeping a strict eye out for me and my sisters. Someone has broken the code and informed on me and I’m sorry to have to say that we might not be able to keep you fully supplied from now on.”
The Baroness’ eyes narrowed and her voice steeled.
“That would indeed be a situation to avoid at all costs. And I am thinking here of the cost to you. You are still my slave to do with as I wish and if you fail in your duty to me, I might make an exception to the rule and include a non virgin in the Ceremony. And do not try to deny anything. When I spared you, you made a promise to remain virtuous as far as men were concerned and to render yourself sexually available only to me. But that promise you did not keep. Whether it is down to that hot gypsy blood of yours or the money they paid you I do not know, but I do know that you have been continually, heartily and massively fucked over the years since you arrived here.
“There is nothing that happens around here that I do not know about. I have powers that you would not believe; powers that allow me to see and hear anything that I want to. I’ve seen those common fishermen with their cocks stuck up your cunt and your arse. You are quite a creative girl are you not? Sometimes I wonder how you manage to do it. Accommodate so many men at once I mean. I’ve seen you with greasy trawlermen fucking you front and back while you’ve been sucking another’s cock and wanking two others at the same time. I think that suitably qualifies you as a non virgin, don’t you?”
Strong and haughty as Esmeralda was, she cowered before the Baroness, her fingers entwining in anguished supplication.
“Please mistress, forgive me, it will never happen again. I’ll make sure that in future things will carry on as they always were. The virgins you need will always be delivered.”
“Very well, I accept your explanation and your promise as to what will happen in the future. But that does not excuse you for your tardiness in delivering the final batch of virgins I require for use in my special ceremony. A ceremony that as I have impressed upon you before, must take place between midnight on St. George’s eve and the crowing of the cock on St. George’s day itself. You will never know what anguish your late arrival has caused me, an anguish that has aged me beyond my years. And for that you must be punished. I thank all the stars in heaven that you made it in time for the Ceremony tonight. And so should you, for had you failed me, my abandoned children would have torn you to shreds and devoured your bloody flesh as you screamed for mercy.”
Esmeralda shuddered, the mention of the Baroness’ children chilling her to the bone. The admonition over, her mistress’ next words were not too unexpected.
“We must find a way for you to redeem yourself. Unlike you, it has been far too long since I’ve had a taste of the real thing; a good stiff penis filling my vagina and reaming me into orgasm. You have enjoyed more than your fair share of cock and it is time that the imbalance between your over-indulged vagina and my own sadly ignored sex was redressed. So in order to atone for your laxness, that is what I want now; a fat throbbing cock stuck deep inside me. I want you to fuck me.”
“Yes mistress. If that’s what you desire.”
Looking around, Esmeralda’s eyes sought to pierce the gloom, eventually alighting on what she was seeking; a selection of dildos that her mistress always kept handy for such situations. Swiftly she walked over to the studded chest upon which they lay and selected the one that usually seemed to provide the Baroness with the most satisfaction. Picking it up, she started to strap it between her crutch and around her waist, until bringing her plan into play, her mistress brought her to a brusque halt.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Esmeralda obviously knew that danger lay ahead and picked her words carefully.
“You ordered me to fuck you, so that’s what I’m going to do; with this dildo, the thick, vibrating one you like best.”
“Oh no you are not. Did I mention dildos?”
“No mistress.”
“No, I did not. I said I wanted to be fucked by the real thing. I want a solid throbbing cock rasping my sex, not a rubber imitation. So, take that thing off and get on with it!”
The bewilderment showed plainly on Esmeralda’s face as she dropped the dildo back onto the chest.
“But mistress, how can I?”
“What is wrong with your own cock?”
“B . . But mistress, I’m a woman; I don’t have a cock.”
“Are you refusing to obey my order?”
“No mistress, but what you ask is impossible.”
“Nothing is impossible if I say it can be done, so I can only come to the conclusion that you are wilfully disobeying me. And you know what that means?”
The Baroness felt almost gleeful. There was no way out now for her slave gatherer.
“Come here!”
With obvious reluctance, Esmeralda returned to stand before her mistress. Reaching out, the Baroness slipp
ed her hand down Esmeralda’s very ample cleavage and gathering a fistful of material, ripped her dress from top to bottom and threw the tattered remnants onto the floor. Never having needed the assistance of a brassiere to support her impressively ripe breasts and with her thong abandoned and still lying on the floor of the temple, Esmeralda’s almost classic fully-fleshed Roma body was revealed to the Baroness’ lusting eyes in all its luscious glory.
“Now then girl, you do know do you not? that to live a life that is destined to end with no retribution from above, or for that matter from below, that a person must do unto others what she would wish them to do unto her.”
“Yes mistress.”
“And what I wish you to do unto me, is to fuck me. However, as you have refused to do so, then in order for me to follow that dictum, I have no choice but to fuck you.
“Over there, to the chest. Bend over, support yourself with your arms and stick your backside up in the air.”
Resistance was useless. Not that the Baroness had for one moment thought that Esmeralda would dare to entertain such a rebellious idea. But if she had actually thought that she was going to get fucked and then be allowed to fuck off with all her indiscretions absolved, then she was in for a very rude awakening.
“Now, flatten your arms, stretch them out on either side and grip the edges of the chest.”
The chest was of an enormous size and although trying to obey the order resulted in Esmeralda’s breasts flattening themselves against the flesh-piercing metal spikes hammered into the lid of the chest, her fingertips failed to reach to either end. From somewhere in the gloom the Baroness produced a heavy mallet and a fistful of flat-headed nails. She handed the mallet to Arlecchino and the nails to Columbine.
Neither compassion nor mercy had ever found a place in her vocabulary and so she felt nothing as she took back a nail from Columbine and with great precision positioned it on the back of Esmeralda’s hand between the first and second knuckles.
“Now Arlecchino, hammer it in!”
To the accompaniment of the slave’s ear-shattering screams, with undisguised eagerness the boy fell to his task. The mallet fell with all the strength of which he was capable, the nail driving into the ancient oak of the chest, anchoring Esmeralda’s hand firmly to its surface.”
Elation washed over the Baroness as she leant over to lap up the blood seeping from Esmeralda’s hand. Licking her lips, she straightened up.
“You take over now.”
That command was issued to Columbine.
“There are four sites between the knuckles and thumb of each of her hands into which you can sink a nail. Hammer her to the chest so that she can’t possibly pull away.”
The Baroness sensed the elation in Arlecchino and the reticence in Columbine that her orders had elicited. She lowered her voice so that Esmeralda would not be able to hear her words. It was not time yet for her to know that her mistress had witnessed her plundering Arlecchino’s virginity in the slave pens.
“Come now Columbine, surely you’d like some revenge for all she put you through? I know that Arlecchino would.”
Columbine looked to Arlecchino for guidance. His whispered response was swift and uncompromising.
“Of course you would. That bitch deserves every punishment that our mistress decrees. Look at me; because of what she made me do, the Baroness is probably going to banish me from the herd. That means that I’ll never see you again. Is that what you want?”
That was most obviously not what Columbine wanted. Positioning the nails one after another on the back of Esmeralda’s hand, she held them in place and watched dispassionately as Arlecchino drove them home between the screaming slave’s knuckles.
“It was a cane that she used on you Arlecchino, was it not? And Columbine, she made you beat him too?”
“She did mistress. It was awful, I didn’t want to do it but I was frightened of her.”
“Yes, I know. And each of you gave him fifty strokes?”
“Yes mistress.”
“Well, I think a good starting point would be for each of us to give her a taste of the same medicine. There were two of you, but there are three of us so she will get what she gave to you and fifty more besides. And I don’t see why we cannot use canes, as she did; that is unless either of you prefer to use something else.”
It was revenge time.
“Please mistress, may I be allowed to whip her?”
That was Columbine.
“Of course. And in that case you take her shoulders and her back. And you Arlecchino?”
“If I can, I’d like to use the cat; the one with nine tails and leaded tips, that you sometimes use on us. I’ve suffered it enough times to know exactly how what agony it brings with every strike.”
“That too, is acceptable. You concentrate on her rump. I will stick with the cane and take care of her arms and the backs of her legs; or anywhere else that you miss.”
Columbine and Arlecchino both possessed a wealth of experience in receiving punishment but none whatsoever in dealing it out; so once she had ordered the beating to begin, the Baroness was more than impressed by the very capable, if over enthusiastic, manner in which they carried out her command.
Firstly the weighted and oiled tails of the boy’s cat flailed across Esmeralda’s tender buttocks, the blood diffusing immediately to darken her olive skin along the tracks left by the leather strips; a much denser blotch welling up where their metal tips bit savagely into her rump flesh. Then Columbine’s whip slashed mercilessly over her back, quickly followed by the Baroness’ cane welting the backs of her legs, both of them too leaving their own unique, pulsing evidence of the force with which they had been delivered. One after another, the sound of Esmeralda’s screams, pleas and oaths ringing in their ears, the avenging trio laid into her; the Baroness often deliberately intensifying her agony by smacking the cane down to land on the same spot where a whip lash or cat tail had just made its mark.
Flushing as a heated tide of lecherous excitement welled up within her, the Baroness felt herself being consumed by the sadistic pleasure that the beating was generating within her. The purely psychologically induced rush of emotions that enveloped her when she inflicted pain and humiliation on a helpless victim often outweighed the physical satisfaction that usually followed and as an aphrodisiac, Esmeralda’s howls of anguish were equal to the most potent of potions ever concocted by the true owner of the castle. As she felt the ever-increasing moistness of her sex begin to dampen the insides of her thighs, she eased her legs apart; the lubricating juices leaking from her tingling vagina dripping in globules from her tangled mass of pubic hair to rain downwards between her knees.
Eventually, with the tramlines, lash marks and cat trails merging into one massive, purple bruise, the Baroness felt the cane vibrate between her fingers as she delivered the final stroke of the cane to Esmeralda’s mutilated rump. Every person has to serve somebody and now the shattered, evilly-abused gypsy was definitely going to serve her. She had refused to allow Esmeralda to use a dildo on her, but such an implement was a major part of her own plan to gain satisfaction for herself and to heap even more humiliation on her slave.
“Columbine, fetch my special dildo, the two-ended one.”
The special dildo was double length with a distinct bobble at its mid point and cock-shaped at both ends; both cocks being well-sized, extra-long and as thick as a man’s wrist. And being thicker than a man’s wrist, they were fatter than his dick would be and in use filled a vagina, receptive or otherwise, to its utmost capacity. In this instance they were destined to fill the Baroness’ receptive love hole and Esmeralda’s not so eager arsehole.
The dildo was certainly a tight fit but the Baroness’ well-lubricated tunnel welcomed it eagerly, widening to accept its great girth, her vaginal muscles clamping it deep within her. But she was not about to
allow her slave to gain any sexual satisfaction and so ignoring Esmeralda’s vagina, she nuzzled the other end against her puckered anus and let it rest there for a moment or two, knowing that the thought of having to take such an enormous prick up her arse would be triggering a torment of dread in the helpless girl’s guts.
Thrusting with all her might, the Baroness slammed the dildo up against Esmeralda’s tightly closed anus. The doors remained firmly closed. This was one arse that was not going to open its portals without a fight.
“Come on my gypsy beauty. Let me in. This is only a rubber cock and you have had more than a smattering of the real thing.”
That much was true. Esmeralda’s anus had been stuffed by many a stiff dick, but never by one of such girth. Pulling the girl’s arse cheeks apart and widening her anus in the process the Baroness pushed with all her strength. The bulbous bell end of the dildo sank between her sphincters, meeting an initial resistance before being propelled deep into the tight, protesting tunnel that was her anal canal. Rocking on her heels, the Baroness drove the mighty shaft in and out; the bulbous nodule in the centre of the dildo rasping and stimulating her throbbing, erect clitoris. Driving herself towards orgasm, she grasped Esmeralda’s thighs and slapped against her battered buttocks as she pistoned in and out of her backside.
Writhing under the onslaught and unable to pull away, her hands irrevocably nailed to the chest, Esmeralda screamed the screams of the damned. Not the pleasure of intercourse for her, just the pain of her mistress’ assault. And that assault was without mercy. As the Baroness drove herself ever onward towards orgasm, so she drove her victim ever onwards to purgatory. Hell beckoned Esmeralda and the Baroness was intent on making sure that its call was answered.
Just one thing was hindering the Baroness’ own entry to the Heaven of orgasm and that was her slave’s ear-piercing screams. The distracting racket she was kicking up was preventing her from reaching a climax. Esmeralda had to be silenced. And inflamed by the frantic sexual activity going on around it, the implement to do just that was standing erect and throbbing right next to her.
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