The Pleasure Palace

by Caroline Swift

  Verena gulped in an attempt to continue her images. “Then they were flung on to square stone slabs and chained down for the owner’s guests to fuck... At least, that is what the book said...” Her words dried up as her cunt began to drip on to the black sheets.

  “Go on. Don’t stop. Did it excite you?” Claudia knew it had done; she saw it in the young, dark irises.

  “It excited me so utterly that I used to go up there to read and read and stare at those pictures over and over again... the slave owner torturing the women... the Venetian female’s breasts... whipped and tortured... all crimson... Ahh, Mistress, don’t stop... My cunt’s coming!”

  The nude body arched back, the hand twisting the clit ruthlessly. The moans became sharp cries. Then Verena gasped. She came with all her force, far more violently than at the earlier climax. She thrust her flesh against her mistress and sobbed tears of relief.

  “I love you, sweet Mistress. Never let me go ...nor Marina. I need her so much.”

  “So do we,” came the gentle reply. “I’ll do what I can for your golden-haired Madonna, I promise. Now, move over and stretch out, head over the edge of the bed and get to work on me, properly.”

  She drew the girl towards her, thrusting the head downwards, the black hair trailing on the carpet. Then she knelt before the reversed face, cramming her sex on to the waiting mouth; within the swollen flesh folds, the vagina was already clogged with gluten. The pale stem of the clitoris sought the girl’s tongue. Claudia dug her fingers brutally into the breasts as though she required purchase for the cunnilingus; she looked lasciviously down the superb sweep of the nude before her - beyond the sharp ridge of the ribs, the midriff curved erotically down to the contracted belly and the matted bulge of the pubis between the elegant projections of the pelvis bones. And beyond lay the strong legs, parted wide. Verena’s arms encircled the woman’s white thighs, gripping the buttock cheeks with force as the fingers distended the puckered rose of the sphincter. Claudia ground her tumescent flesh lips against the face.

  “Suck, slave! Suck the erection. Get your whore tongue deep into me. Yes, yes,” the voice was gravely and hoarse with wanting, “Suck the cum into your gullet, slave, and service me deep. Better than that, you lazy whore-slave!” The woman slapped Verena’s left breast savagely, watching the heavy load of flesh roll and tremble. The nipples had by then gained their full distension and, as she slavered against the face, Claudia began to twist the taut nuggets of umber flesh; a modicum of breast torture enchanted her, enhancing the pure pleasure spreading from the yearning cleft, craving for assuagement.

  She excited herself with blatant, heedless phrases that she knew the girl could hear above the slapping and grinding. “Suck deeper, slave! Flick the clit with that hot tongue of yours. I’ll flog your crotch until it’s swollen. Hung by the ankles and gagged... stark naked, you whore of a slave! Ahh...” The climax began to burgeon, the discharge flushing down copiously, pouring on to the sweating, straining face, half-hidden between the sinuous thighs undulating and crushing the clotted mouth; lips against lips. The slave had talent.

  As the orgasm burst, Claudia continued to utter incoherent words. “I’ll beat you into red meat, slave! Nude and lashed to the pillar ...Whipped... Ahh!” The climax came in a series of spasms, each overlapping the next, until the ecstasy was fulfilled throughout her body, radiating out from the tip of the clitoris to the extremities of her being.

  She allowed the girl no respite, mangling and squelching the soused sex over the face that strove for breath.

  They remained clogged and clinging for a long moment.

  “Lick me clean, slave. Drink up all that saliva and the cream of my cum. In future you will suck faster and use your teeth more. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “You require a great deal of training, my girl. And probably the same is true of your work on your Master. We shall see to it, don’t worry. Inadequate performance will, from now on, earn you a spirited flagellation with the six-thonged dog whip, not just with the crop. Get this into your head, once and for all. You are a robust, mettlesome girl and can take plenty of whippings to the limit of your resistance. I hope this is clear.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” Verena slowly peeled herself off the sheets and stood deferentially before Claudia. “Thank you for letting me service you, Mistress.”

  “Now go and get cleaned up. Gemma will bring you supper. And maybe tomorrow night we can enjoy the library together.”

  “You mean, look at those books together, Mistress? Oh, yes...” The voice was that of an extenuated, utterly submissive, abject body slave, ready to be handled, abused and hurt as long as she received sexual pleasure.

  “No, I mean our own whipping columns.”

  And Claudia turned the girl out, having enjoyed an hour that was beyond her wildest expectations. There was no doubt the slut had the makings of an unimpeachable sex slave. But she called for intensive education, very intensive, and Claudia realized that she had yet to see the body under the scourge. She could hardly wait to get to work.

  In her suite, Verena showered in the luxurious bathroom, pondering. And as she dried her body before the mirrors, admiring its breathtaking curves, Verena thought once again of Claudia;. Claudia was her Mistress and she was now her body slave. At long last, the most perverse, secret and illegitimate of her dreams was coming true: to be a beautiful, docile and loved sex slave in the service of two wonderful dominants. If only Marina would concede her own body also...

  She felt strangely akin to that magnificent nude Venetian woman treading the stone steps down to the whipping chambers below - accompanied by a fair-haired companion whose name might well have been Marina.

  Chapter Four

  The crucial confrontation took place the next Monday, which had given Claudia ample opportunity to discuss the project with Mikhail, who appreciated the prospects but doubted Marina would agree. Nevertheless, he gave his mistress a free hand. “Who knows?” he remarked, “She may well concur. Tell her she can have her salary doubled and put into a bank meanwhile and live here without a problem. As long as she obeys.”

  Cancelling his appointments with the Credit Lyonnais, he agreed to attend the interview Claudia envisaged.

  “If the woman cannot do without Verenka, then I agree we should make our conditions quite clear. And I believe some sort of protocol should be drawn up to tie her to her obligations.” The man stressed the word ‘tie’.

  During the evening, in response to Claudia’s urgings, they duly drafted the protocol for Marina, by which she consigned herself to Verena’s same guardians. The terms were straightforward. Mikhail read out the draft from his processor and Claudia added only a word or two. She had seen other agreements of the same sort elsewhere.

  Marina arrived promptly on the Monday to give her lesson. Claudia asked her to stay on for a moment in the drawing room.

  Mikhail and Claudia were ready for her.

  The man explained the situation simply and clearly. “Now, either, Mademoiselle, you leave immediately, fully paid for the month, or you stay. If you stay, then I’m obliged to ask you to agree to certain conditions. You have seen the state of Verenka’s body - since, I’m told, you are given to sleeping with her, and therefore you readily understand the punishments she is obliged to receive. I gather that such chastisements do not surprise you, knowing the obdurate nature of your pupil. However, if you are determined to remain with her then you must join her. And submit likewise.”

  “I agree to whatever you want, as long as I can remain with her.” The statement came without hesitation and sounded irrevocable. Claudia could not believe her ears.

  “Well, in that case, I must ask you to agree to this paper. It merely endorses your choice.”

  Mikhail extended a printout from the computer and read it out slowly.

  “I, Marina Sylvi
a Messery, hereby consign my body as a sex slave (hereinafter called the “Slave”) to service my owners, Mikhail Alexandreivic Karossof and Claudia Patricia de Clesson (hereinafter called the “Owners”), as they deem fit, throughout the duration of this contract which shall extend over one year, renewable. It may be revoked by either party with one month’s notice.

  “The following provisions shall apply:

  “1. The Owners’ obligations shall cover the full maintenance of the Slave, including food, appropriately luxurious lodging (two further rooms being added to the Slaves’ suite), all travel expenses, clothing (to the extent required), medical attention, domestic service and all necessary accessories, including bondage facilities, flesh rings (if and when fitted), hoods, harnesses, chains and limb manacles. The Owners shall make provision for all instruments of flagellation and sex torture;

  “2. The Owners shall transfer to the Slave’s numbered account in Liechtenstein a monthly emolument of US dollars 5000 (five thousand) as compensation of loss of income while in the service of the Owners;

  “3. The Slave’s obligations shall cover full submission to her Owners’ demands, including free access to all body orifices, incarceration, naked flagellation and strictly graduated sex torture. Exhibition of the Slave at special sessions and gatherings at home and abroad shall be included under this agreement;

  “4. The Slave shall protect her body against pregnancy at all times, full facilities being provided by the Owners. During menstruation, the Slave shall be incarcerated for restricted use;

  “5. Under this agreement, the Slave shall enjoy free social and sexual access to the Owners’ permanent Slave (Verena Lucia Aurelia de Courton), including cohabitation;

  “6. During all outings, excursions or travel beyond the confines of the domicile, the Slave/Slaves shall be accompanied by at least one of the Owners or a domestic.”

  Below the text were spaces for the signatures.

  Marina stood elegantly apart, neat in her roll-neck sweater that displayed the outline of her breasts perfectly and a tight navy skirt; she wore no stockings but expensive highheel shoes that gave her slenderness an unexpected height that again pleased Claudia. Marina’s blonde hair was cropped and brushed attractively behind the ears. The sole ornaments Claudia could see were a minutely fashioned gold chain round the left ankle and a similar one round the beautiful neck, cresting over the fine contours of the collarbones.

  The woman took the paper and read it through. After a pause and in the silence of the huge sunlit room, she said: “I’m not sure of what is meant by ‘sex torture’ nor by ‘flesh rings’. Otherwise, I have no objection.”

  Mikhail looked across at his mistress, raising an eyebrow in interrogation. Claudia was equal to the question.

  “Oh, that’s just a way of putting things, Marina. You’ll find out in the course of time. It’s nothing to worry about. You’ll be in safe hands, I assure you. But it has to be there. As part of the bargain.”

  Mikhail came to the point. “In coming here, you must share everything, even what we term as torture. I assure you it isn’t as terrible as it sounds. You will relish it in time.”

  Marina hardly moved but the knuckles of her hand clenched and blanched.

  Suddenly Claudia posed a question. “You have been whipped, I believe, Marina, or so Verenka tells me, but probably you have not experienced what we call sex torture, it’s fairly mild. At least to start with.”

  “It’s a high price to pay,” Marina murmured. Then she added: “But as long as I’m not damaged.....I’m not prepared to lose Verena,” the lovely blonde said softly, peering at the paper again....I don’t happen to have anything to sign with,” she muttered. “I suppose a teacher should have a pen.” For the first time she smiled coyly.

  The couple seemed to freeze for a second until Mikhail handed her his gold Waterman that had signed so many contracts - of a different nature. Casually, the girl signed her name, a tidy little signature with a line beneath. She handed the paper to Mikhail who scribbled his name next to hers. Claudia was asked to append her signature.

  “Welcome to the Quai d’Anjou, Marina.” The man used her first name for once. “Please feel free to move in when you wish. The suite will be enlarged tomorrow and Antoine, my chauffeur, will help you move.”

  As she left the drawing room, Marina heard the Russian’s accent calling after her.

  “Oh, by the way, tomorrow night Verenka will be whipped and used in the library. I should like you to be present, naked for servicing. We shall not call upon you to undergo the lash just yet. We shall see how you perform on Verenka.”

  Recognizing the predominance of her newly found Master, Marina bit her lip and left. A long silence fell over the drawing room. Finally, it was Claudia who broke it.

  “So it’s to be the library at last,” she smiled in her moment of parochial success.

  “Yes, darling. The library. I saw the care you had taken to fix the thongs - my missing long thongs - and I fully agree. Of course, the gallery pillars are ideal, of course they are! How stupid I can be on occasion. There are advantages in having a dominant mistress around the house.” He took her lithe body in his arms to kiss the mouth.

  Claudia felt under her hand the heavy shaft of male flesh rising stolidly beneath the zip. Unzipping her man, she grasped the massive cockshaft; she slithered back the prepuce to bare the head. His hand meanwhile separated the viscous lips of Claudia’s bare sex under the skirt, while she was sliding her clenched hand smoothly over the vein-ribbed penis from head to base adroitly, lubricating the thing generously from the oozing slit. The shaft did not require her own seepages. Mikhail seized the erect clit between thumb and forefinger to test its stiffness then broke the kiss.

  “If Madame will kindly lead me by the cock she is soon going to suck dry, into the library, Madame will be roped to the table and fucked first.”

  Accordingly, the pair stumbled along the endless passage towards the library, shuttered and secret. As they entered, they paused, Claudia now grasping the man’s weighty scrotum at its root, dragging him onwards. Opposite, in the girls’ suite, groans and whimpers announced that Verena had received the good news and was either in an ethereal ecstasy of joy or busy licking the only thing she loved and desired in the whole world, the quivering cunt of her sister lover-slave, drinking its grateful gluten into her throat.

  As Claudia closed the door and approached the great, polished table-top to be roped down over its end, she suggested that the girls should participate in the celebration - not, she added quickly, in what was about to take place there in the library, there would be time for that later - but be invited to dinner with their delighted owners. Mikhail readily consented, as he began to strip Claudia of her few clothes, laying her lavish nudeness over the edge of the table and securing the splayed limbs to the widely spaced oak feet. “But, Claudia, my love, only if they are naked.”

  The man guided his penis to the gleaming sex slit, rubbing the gently fluttering lips and firm clit to prepare the cunt for fucking. He did so mercilessly and slowly until Claudia was pleading with groans of need. Then he plunged into her and a few minutes later filled her with scalding semen as she rode the copulation with repeated paroxysms, the major, prodigious orgasm transcending anything she had known with Mikhail; its vehemence seemed to blast Claudia’s brain into jagged slivers of blinding light.

  It was only after an hour that she convinced her lover to unbind her aching limbs and lay himself in turn upon the polished surface, now thickly stained with sperm and her own discharge. Claudia fellated with all her ingenuity the blue-veined, jolting erection, ripping down the foreskin to concentrate on the stamina of the tensioned dome. She knew precisely and maliciously through long experience how to make a man linger on the threshold until the sperm could no longer be bridled back. She did just that to her lover, denying him his second orgasm, until she le
t the shaft have its way in her mouth; she bit firmly into the taut flesh, inserted her tongue tip deep into the slit and masturbated the entire length of the cock, urging the spunk out of the sac. Although she wanted to swallow, she let the jets pulse upwards before her eyes. The ejaculation came in grey spurts, arching over the belly.

  When she had milked the cock to emptiness and lapped up the gobs of pungent sap from the loins and the belly, she continued to suck insatiably until Mikhail stayed her. It was the finest shaft of male flesh she had sucked for a long time.

  During their baths and dressing for dinner, Claudia gave her orders to the maid.

  “We desire them both stark naked, perfumed, powdered and correctly made-up. Be so good as to place a quirt - the black one with five fingers - on the table among the flowers to remind the slaves of their...” she sought for the word.

  It was Gemma who politely supplied it. “Of their destino, the Signora means.”

  “Exactly, Gemma. Thank you.”

  Once seated in the dining room, Marina, in her twenty-seven years of hard labour at the university, the lycee and in various beds, had never come across people like her new owners and the graceful manner in which they toasted her first step into the mysterious labyrinth of sex slavery. She was not only excited by her contractual future with Verena and her guardians, but by the champagne of which she had drunk several flutes in joy, thrilled by her nakedness next to Verena’s at table, with the meal and the compliments she harvested regarding her body. Playfully she had dabbed wine on Verena’s nipples and, in front of her owners, kissed the teats passionately.