by M Palmeri
“Marie, I’d like you to meet Chloe,” Rose introduced the woman kneeling obediently at her side. “I’m afraid I’ve left you little hope of success.”
Rose produced an egg timer, turned it, and without further command Chloe took hold of Richard’s sex and began licking the shaft of it with quick, dancing movements. Then she slipped it in between her lips and began to roll her head as she bobbed it onto him, humming hungrily. Then with a deep breath, she slid her mouth all the way down to the root of him and held it there. Marie could see the vibration of Chloe’s tongue working inside her mouth. Then she began sliding his cock in and out of her, all the while looking up into his eyes with a shameless lust.
“To be fair,” Rose told Marie when Chloe’s time ended, “you should have the benefit of some coaching. Have you ever done this before, girl?”
Marie kept defiantly silent, unsure if Rose was ridiculing her lack of experience or looking to demean her honor if she answered positively. But Rose took her silence without further challenge as if the question was unimportant, and knelt next to her, taking Richard’s sex in her hands and guiding it in front of Marie’s face.
“Well, I’ve had the pleasure of tasting this cock for almost twenty years now, so I know my way around it. Unfortunately for you, so has your opponent, though not as frequently as I—a wife does have her privileges. We’ll start simple. Just lick it. Flick your tongue up and down the length of the shaft, especially here down the front.” Rose traced her instructions with her fingertips. “This bit of flesh here responds much like your own sex to a tongue. Lick it like he’s licked you, and you’ll get similar results.”
Somewhat surprised by Rose’s sudden softening of tone, Marie tentatively did as she was told. Richard’s member had a salty tang to it which quickly faded—the skin was silky soft against her tongue, and hard as cartilage just underneath. Mostly she was aware how Richard responded to her efforts, and was surprised how much that thrilled her: to give him pleasure as he had done for her. Rose helped with encouraging words, and moved Richard’s cock to enhance what Marie was doing.
“Now take it in your mouth, but mind the head here—like your unhooded clit, it can be painfully sensitive to direct abuse. Work the first few inches of the shaft instead. Suck gently, just to keep your lips sealed, and keep using your tongue. And be careful of your teeth, girl: a light raking can be very effective, because it reminds him where you’ve got him, but don’t snag…”
She had to stretch her jaw to get her mouth around it. The skin moved as she worked it carefully in and out, and it was surprisingly warm in her mouth. She found it hard to keep from drooling, to mind her teeth. She tried to match watch she had seen the other ladies do, but when she tried to slip further down, she almost choked.
“No stunts, girl,” Rose warned. “That takes practice. There’s nothing that will kill the mood more than gagging. Or worse....”
Richard cupped a hand through Marie’s hair and held her head gently, reassuringly, then began to guide her rhythm a bit. But she was definitely awkward, straining. She was having trouble breathing and not choking, and her neck and jaw began to ache. She wasn’t sure how fast to go or what, exactly, to do with her tongue. Then Rose called time and relieved her of her burden, feeding the cock smoothly back to Chloe, who went back at it with gleeful enthusiasm. Rose whispered analytical commentary about Chloe’s technique in Marie’s ear as she watched, Marie all the while feeling crushingly inadequate and ashamed. Rose tried to explain the best of Chloe’s tricks: the scrotum stroking, the tongue work, the humming. But with a cry that almost sounded like frustration, Richard convulsed, and Marie could hear Chloe swallowing with his cock buried deep down her throat. When she finally pulled off, she grinned and licked her teeth and lips, proudly demonstrating that all she had drawn from him had been consumed.
Leaving Marie on her knees, Rose helped Chloe up, then kissed her hungrily, one hand massaging her bare breast. Then she pushed Chloe into Ella’s waiting arms, and continued her narrative:
“The Baroness took poor Collette and made her lay on her back atop the block, which was barely big enough to support her from shoulders to hips. Her wrists were tied down to the sides, then more rope pulled the girl’s knees up tight to her chest and locked them there, opening and exposing not only her sex, but as the Baroness was quick to point out, her anus as well. The Baroness then bent over her and used her tongue on Collette as Richard had just done to her, only far more roughly, making the girl struggle and gasp on the block.
“Rising, the Baroness produced a phallus made of ivory, the shaft carved with the intricate relief of dozens of entwined lovers. She shed her own dress, and one of her maids brought her a leather harness that wrapped her naked pelvis. A socket set at her pubic mound accepted the hilt of the ivory tool, so that it protruded from her loins like a man’s. Then she impaled Collette’s open sex with it and began to thrust into her violently like a man. She kept this up until Collette was crying out, then pulled out of her, only to guide the ivory cock into the poor girl’s anus, where she repeated the pounding until tears flowed, Collette’s body arching against the block.
“Withdrawing, the Baroness licked her victim again, this time with even greater hunger, then had her maids fetch her some soft butter.
“‘My special talent,’ she told her new huntsman, while she greased her hand and then Collette’s labia. Then, one finger at a time, she fed that hand into Collette’s sex up to the bridge of her knuckles, then rolled it into a cone and slid it all the way in. Collette whimpered as her mistress pumped her hand inside of her, buried almost to the wrist. And turning to Richard, she happily observed that he had recovered his erection, and ordered him come closer. Her free hand buttered his cock, and to his surprise, she guided it into Collette’s ass.
“‘Here is another place you may spill your seed,’ the Baroness told him, guiding him to thrust into her victim with almost as much force as she had just, but now made worse by how completely and extremely she was being filled and stretched by fist and cock at the same time. She had him keep this up until he did spill his seed again, and then they both pulled out of Collette, who looked almost delirious. The Baroness thrust the fingers of the hand she’d had inside the maid into Richard’s mouth.
“‘The nectar of a woman is both the finest intoxicant and the greatest medicine in this world,’ she told him, ‘at its greatest potency when taken from her at orgasm, though I’ve found it sometimes sweeter when extracted with at least a modicum of pain. It is truly the water of life…’ Then she licked her hand clean like a cat.
“Lighting a candle, the Baroness dripped a dab of sizzling wax onto Collette’s clit, which seemed to bring her back to her senses with a yelp. She planted the candle in the girl’s nether mouth and left it there, threatening to douse her most sensitive parts in hot drippings as it burned down.
“‘You may do as you wish with her,’ the Baroness told Richard. ‘In fact, you may do as you wish with any of my maids. If any resist or displease, I will gladly deal with them. Also, Collette is to spend the night as she is. I am an expert in my knot-work: I will know it if she has been untied, and if she has, her penalty will be far worse than tonight’s. Now I will bid you good night, my Huntsman. I expect you will find more than adequate place to bed tonight…’
“Saying this, the Baroness took Chloe and retired…
“On the block,” Rose commanded, her tone breaking her tale.
Ella and Claire hauled Marie up and dragged her onto her back on the hard wood of the block. Rings set near the base served as anchors to tie her wrists down to, then her knees were tied up to either side her chest. Marie shivered in place, anticipating the worst. But Rose smiled warmly.
“We still have our agreement: Your body is subject to Richard, but not to me, unless you wish it freely. But there are some things you must consider: Richard is often a willing subject of my whims, so I may use him as a surrogate to do what I would to you myself. And while his tongu
e is almost as skilled as mine, and his cock is arguably more pleasant than any carven substitute, his hand is certainly much larger and rougher than my own.” Rose held up Richard’s hand with hers to demonstrate the difference, then formed them both into cones, then fists (with the thumb tucked under the fingers) to demonstrate her intent. “Your choice, girl.”
Biting her lip, Marie looked at Richard, who looked back warmly and reassuringly, and with more than a bit of renewed hunger. She took a breath and nodded.
He came around the block and kissed her passionately, pulling her head back, and kneaded her breasts with his hands. Rose sighed, though if it were out of disappointment or catharsis Marie could not tell. Then Richard moved around to roughly tongue her open sex until she was close to bursting, which she fought out of shame of the audience gathered around them, biting her lip to keep as silent as she could.
Then, for the second time, she felt Richard’s cock slide into her. It was easier this time, and more easily pleasurable, despite her lingering soreness and the discomforting awareness of those watching. She closed her eyes and let herself be lost in his fucking her, pretending they were alone, pretending that he loved her (did he, she still actively wondered?). And he was gentle with her, careful. But then she heard Rose’s voice close by:
“I will spare you having him in your ass this time, girl. Such pleasures take time to cultivate. But I will not spare you a good fisting, despite your recent virginity. At least this position will make the passage as easy as possible.”
Marie opened her eyes in time to watch her oil Richard’s hand, and then she felt his cock slip out of her, only to be swiftly replaced by his fingers. He counted them as he took his time adding them one at a time, pumping her gently with them and licking her as he worked. He focused his rubbing in a hook-like gesture up against the forward wall of her vagina, where she was most responsively sensitive. She had to look down and see when he got to three, because it felt so much like his cock that she thought he had resumed using it (though how he could lick her at the same time defied imagining). She almost exploded then, feeling herself gush with added wetness, which Richard lapped up eagerly. Four fingers stretched her further than she’d ever been, and she bucked as she felt herself overwhelmingly filled, barely minding the pain. Then his thumb slipped in and his fingers curved around it, and she could feel the cone of his hand pressing into her as if he would split her open. His fingertips made her jerk as they grazed something inside her, and she felt him curve them back a bit, turning his hand carefully sideways, purring encouragement and urging her to relax. Then, using his other hand to stretch her lips, she felt the bridge of his hand slip into her, and it was done: looking down, his hand was in her most of the way, and she could feel it pulse as he expanded it ever so slightly, pumping gently in very short strokes, looking into her eyes lovingly, hungrily as he kept tonguing her.
Rose purred in satisfaction.
Richard took his time pulling out of her, taking it very slowly. Marie felt like her whole body was going to collapse. He kissed her when he had finished, and she could smell and taste herself on his lips, which gave her a certain unexpected satisfaction. Then Rose disturbed them again:
“I have spared you a cock in the ass,” she said, bringing Harriet forward. “But I want you to have at least a sense of it.”
Rose brought Harriet between Marie’s legs and bent her forward, laying her down chest-to-chest with Marie. Marie caught a look of panic on the girl’s face before Harriet laid her head on her shoulder, holding Marie’s shoulders with trembling hands. Rose slipped some oil into the crevice of Harriet’s conveniently presented ass, then took Richard by the hand and led him around behind.
“Marie, you’ll be happy to know that devouring your sweet young cunt has made my husband quite hard again. But since he has just spilled his seed so recently to my dear Chloe, it will be more challenging to do so again now, which sweet Harriet is about to discover.”
Marie could feel Harriet convulse on top of her with a whimper as Rose first slid her fingers, and then Richard’s cock, into what Marie could only assume must be the ex-tavern maid’s anus. She could feel the thrusts rock Harriet’s body against hers, as well as Harriet’s breath as she panted into the side of her neck. Where their bodies came together quickly became slick with sweat. Marie tried to ignore the sensations of Harriet’s breasts rubbing against hers, and worse: the rubbing of Harriet’s belly against her upturned and spread sex, each thrust tugging at her still-swollen clit. And then Harriet’s teeth began to gnaw at Marie’s shoulder as she gasped for dear life, her tongue licking at her flesh, her hands gripping harder.
And then, looking into Richard’s eyes, Marie saw very clearly that he was staring at her and not at Harriet, his eyes locking on hers as he increased the desperate violence of his thrusting. Marie’s eyes questioned his and got the wordless answer she sought: Richard was fucking her. He was buried in Harriet, but he was focused on Marie, fucking her passionately through the other girl’s body, bucking it against her all the more so she could feel it. She locked his eyes right back and held them, and biting her lip, couldn’t help but grin. And to everyone’s amazement, Marie started to glow…
Rose mercifully stopped the ordeal when Harriet appeared to be in more pain than she could consciously bear. Richard backed away and Marie felt the maid go shakily limp on top of her, until Rose and Ella helped her up. To Marie’s astonishment, Harriet kissed Rose as they held her up, unable apparently to stand under her own power. Then Rose turned Harriet to kiss Ella, as she whispered what seemed like praises in her new servant’s ear.
“It seems we have another who has earned her night in my bed,” Rose announced with a bit of wicked glee. She took Chloe by the hand and led her from the room, with Ella following, almost carrying Harriet. Marie, still tied to the block as she was, watched the kitchen maids return to their duties, which at that point consisted of transferring a number of large serving platters of food toward the Great Hall.
“The kitchen maids and household servants usually eat first,” Richard explained softly. He had gone to a wash basin which was fitted with a pump, and was carefully scrubbing himself clean of his tryst with Harriet. “Then, we eat, with whatever number of guests we have chosen. Often, there are many more at table with us, but I thought you would appreciate a somewhat smaller audience at your first dinner. When we are done, then a third meal is set for any of the workers that choose to eat in common rather than cook for themselves. Sometimes, the order is changed so that we eat last, in the event that Rose has something in mind that would occupy the Hall late into the night.”
He returned to her side, supported her head and leaned down to kiss her. Then he began to untie her.
“I thought I was supposed to stay here through the night…?” Marie weakly protested.
“You are mine, not Rose’s,” Richard told her as he let her legs go free. They hung out limply from the corners of the block, still splayed apart. He moved up between them and she felt his hand gently stroke her pubic fur, looking down at her thoughtfully. “Besides, the maids will want their kitchen back, and there is more to the story that needs telling:
“Poor Collette had been left alone in the kitchen as night fell, the chamber lit only by the candle planted in her body that tormented her with every drip of wax. Then the Huntsman was there, back without making a sound, to explain he had waited until he was sure the Baroness was indisposed for the rest of the night. He eased the candle from her abused sex and gently peeled away the wax. She begged him not to untie her, explaining that her punishment would indeed be terrible. He assured her that he did not want her harmed further on his account, and instead, offered to make her night pass more pleasantly.
“Setting a stool at the foot of the block, he sat between her legs and began to soothe her sex with his tongue, taking his time, massaging her thighs and hips as he worked…”
Richard began massaging Marie’s legs, her hips, her pelvis.
“H
e spent hours there, helping her forget her pain, until their passion built to a bucking climax for her, and she breathlessly begged him to give her another opportunity to milk him of his seed. He moved around the block, supported her head in his hands, and slowly fed her his manhood, guiding her rhythm, quietly coaching her, until she did finally succeed in drawing his orgasm into her throat.
“It was then he realized that they were not alone. The other kitchen maids had returned, and had watched quietly. Waiting until Collette was done with him, one maid, a dark-haired beauty named Susanna, came forward and told him that, though they had been commanded to surrender their bodies to him, after watching him be so tender with Collette, they now would all do so willingly. So saying, she lifted her skirts to him…”
Richard untied Marie’s hands and helped her off the block. He picked her up in his arms and told her, “I think you’ve had enough for one night.”
He carried her up to his bed, not minding the climb, set her in the blankets and laid down next to her, holding her until she fell asleep.
Chapter Eight: White as Snow
Marie dreamed that she was a princess, placed under a spell by an evil sorceress who envied her beauty. Trapped in the tower of an enchanted castle, frozen in eternal slumber, she waited helplessly for her one love to rescue her, to free her with a kiss…
One hundred years or more she waited, growing ever more restless in her paralysis. Until one day a prince brave enough and strong enough dared the impassable barriers that imprisoned her. One by one, he broke them down. And then he was alone with her in her bedchamber prison.
