Taming Marie Antoinette

by Tilly Greene

  "I plead better if I know whom to address."

  They looked at each other, subtly nodded and moved toward the bed. One came up, took hold of her wrists, and firmly held them down on the bed and above her head as he straddled her, his cock pressed insistently against her lips. She opened wide, joyfully accepting the prodding tool of bliss.

  "The cock you're sucking belongs to James and the tongue about to delve between your divine pussy's lips is mine, Thornton."

  "Hmmm."

  With the one man trapping her upper body against the bed, she was basically a captive to them, and loved it. Thorn shifted her legs about until she was widely spread out, and used his broad shoulders to keep her opened. Liana was given no time to settle into the position before he pinched her clit, pulled it out from beneath its protective hood and thrust his tongue into the slit, sending it deep inside her cunt.

  "Hmmm."

  In and out, he thrust his tongue, plunging like his cock would. It only made her want more. The rod in her mouth was a tasty treat, but at this moment she wanted, needed to be taken—yes, masterfully fucked.

  "Plle...” She tried to voice what she wanted more eloquently but with her mouth full, no one understood. Liana tried again to get their attention, “Ummm.” Still they continued to tease her body.

  Thorn pressed his hands against her thighs, keeping them pressed against the bed. He moved his mouth up until he took hold of her hard nub and worried it with his teeth. Pulling, gnawing, working the tender flesh, quickly thrusting her high up the pleasure ladder until all she could think of was coming. He plunged his fingers, two she believed, but maybe three because she felt full, into her pussy and worked them slowly, in and out. Moving away from torturing her tender nub, Liana heard his voice from somewhere between her legs.

  "Fuck, she's tight like a vice, and dripping wet. I think our little queen gets off being taken, mastered.” With his last word said he licked her clit and went right back to using his teeth on the eager flesh.

  "Mmmm!"

  "She likes what you're doing, she's singing up a storm around my dick."

  The cock in her mouth oozed a precious droplet of cum, but held firm to its impending orgasm. Apparently, it wasn't willing to blow its load too swiftly. She found it easy to let everything but climaxing slip from her mind. These men were controlling her and she wanted it no other way. They gifted her mind and body with great pleasure, and she couldn't do anything but sink in and enjoy the experience.

  Once she'd accepted the inevitable, that for the moment they owned her body, all the built up passion was released with a single explosion. Her pussy beat an unsteady rhythm around the fingers resting inside, gripping them firmly to keep them filling her. Riding the wave of her orgasm, Liana had to focus not to bite down on the hard dick in her mouth, but she screamed with pleasure around the flesh and thought she heard a responding groan from James.

  "Ahhh!"

  Opening her eyes, she looked up into the soft brown ones surrounded by a black half mask. In a flash, the wickedness of the moment took her passion right back up. She didn't even know them. Well she knew their names but they could walk by her on a street and she wouldn't recognize them as the men who took her body this evening. Okay, maybe she would, they were definitely memorable.

  "Oh man, she's already eager for more. Get up and let me in her cunt."

  James pulled his rod from between her lips. Liana let it go with a pop and a mewl of disappointment. She liked having something hard to suck on when having sex. It was one of the reasons she gravitated toward more than one partner. As he moved off her and stood beside the bed, he reached out and pinched a pointed nipple hard, twisted, and held on as he spoke to her.

  "Not to worry, you'll have plenty of cock to keep you busy."

  "Uhhh!"

  Nuts! They knew exactly what she wanted and didn't hesitate to give it to her.

  Now that she could see between her legs, she was still startled by Thorn thrusting inside her with one solid stroke. He didn't stop until he'd hit bottom, then he nudged the steely rod even further. While she watched, he bent her legs up by the knees and spread them out, pulled his cock out a bit, and pushed it back in. He was a big man and made for a delightfully tight fit inside her pussy. But with each smooth move in, out and back in again, the discomfort eased and felt simply wonderful.

  With a grin on his face, he looked away from where he slowly fucked in and out of her slit, and up until their gazes caught and held.

  "Feel all right, little girl? You like the feel of my cock fucking your sweet cunt?"

  "Oh yes, yes, yes, fuck me now."

  "Keen, we like that, don't we, James."

  "Especially one with tits like these, real ones."

  "Uh, uh, oh yes, Thorn-n-ton—yes!"

  "I think we need to keep her mouth free, I like hearing her sweet voice groaning my name as I fuck her."

  "I agree! You look good lying there with your stockinged legs spread, nipples hard and your cunt filled. But there's something missing ... what could it be..."

  "You, I don't have your cock in me."

  Before she'd finished speaking Thornton had reached down, held her close, and rolled them over until he was lying on the bed and Liana straddled him. She liked this position, in control, or so she thought. Bracing her hands on his chest, she started to move on and off his hard cock, fast. The bell decorating her wig began to ring clearly in time to her movements.

  "Woohoo, ride him, sweetheart, make those tits bounce and your bell ring. I love the bell!” James came over and gave her ass a light tap.

  "Oh yes, spa-ank me Ja-ames!"

  "Did you hear what she said, Thorn? It sounds like our Marie Antoinette likes her ass man-handled."

  "Yes! Yes!"

  Fucking herself on and off Thornton's hard dick held most of her attention. After a few light spanks to both her cheeks, she felt James get on the bed behind her. His big, strong hands gripped her hips, held her still with his twin's large cock buried in her pussy.

  "Please, oh please..."

  "What do you want, baby girl?” Thornton reached up and held her head between his hands while his brother had his finger waiting at her back door. She knew what they wanted. It was what she needed, both men, filling her up and giving her the greatest pleasure of her life.

  "You, both of you, taking me, fucking me—love it."

  The moment she'd finished speaking, the finger resting on her tight rose gently pushed in, easing through the clamped muscle, before it entered her back channel with ease.

  "Yes, oh yes..."

  "Easy sweetheart, I don't want to hurt you, let's go nice and slow. I've got a bottle of KY right here and I'll make your ass as slick as your pussy before I come inside you."

  While he gently moved his finger down the channel and back out, gradually adding more lubricant and fingers, she looked into the open gaze of the man beneath her. Thorn filled her cunt up entirely and for a brief moment, she worried about the possible pain by adding his equally large brother into the mix. With a shake of her head and a reassuring tinkle from her bell, she decided if there was any discomfort, she'd bear it with a smile. She wouldn't miss the ultimate gift these men were giving her for anything.

  "Have you ever had two men fucking you at the same time?"

  "No, and I want to badly."

  "Are you begging?"

  "Oh yes, whatever I have is yours, both of yours, if you'd both ta-ake, ohhh..."

  "Easy, easy, here we go. Push out, push, push, ahhh yes, perfect. There we go."

  "Uh, uh, uh..."

  With his hands gripping her hips, James buried his hard cock all the way down her ass, and kept grinding his pelvis against her bottom, pushing her slightly off his brother's rod. Working to soothe her mind and body, he stroked his hands over her hips and ass, over and over again, making senseless sounds meant to comfort her.

  "You okay, sweetheart?"

  "Yes, yes, oh yes! Now, please, fuck me now!"

 
"Hmmm, that sounded like a demand, Thorn, didn't it."

  "It certainly did James."

  Before she could say a word, the man with his dick in her ass moved his hands around until he cupped both her breasts in his hands. Offering them to his brother, Thornton leaned up on his elbows and licked the hard points, torturing her.

  "Oh God, please, would you two fuck me! Please, anything you want, ohhh yes, anything."

  Thornton caught hold of a hardened tip with his teeth and tugged, while James kissed the sensitive flesh where her shoulder and neck meld as one, and started to nibble.

  Her body throbbed.

  "Mmmm."

  James released the breast his twin was not paying attention to and stroked the hand down until he had hold of her ass and shifted it around his buried dick.

  "Oooo."

  They teased her body while their cocks remained buried deep inside her, taunting her with their presence but not giving her what she needed most, what she truly desired. Fulfillment. Satisfaction. Tears gathered behind her lids and threatened to spill. She'd told them to take whatever they wanted, what more did she have to offer? Liana realized there was one thing she hadn't stated.

  "I beg you both, make me scream, fuck me and tame me to your cocks."

  Apparently, those were the magic words. James used his hold on her hips and fucked her on and off both their dicks. An easy rhythm was quickly found, only it was just enough to leave her teetering on the edge of climax.

  "Yes!"

  "Careful, little girl, don't let your tit leave my mouth again."

  In and out they moved, never fully leaving her but each carving their own space through her channels. They moved perfectly together, there was no discomfort or pain, only pure pleasure. She tried to concentrate on keeping her breast in Thornton's mouth but it was difficult as her mind sunk in to the deepest depths of unadulterated lust.

  "There you go, sweetheart, you are fucking perfect. Ooops."

  "Uhhh."

  They stopped moving when once again their movements pulled her nipple from Thornton's toothy grasp. He swapped between the two but now the reddened tips throbbed with need for his attention. Each time he took hold of a hard point, it was held within a firmer grasp than before. Liana loved the sweet torture.

  "Maybe it'll be easier if you feed it to me, baby girl."

  She put one of her hands down on the bed beside his head to brace herself and used the other to cup her large breast, leaned forward, and offered it to him. This new position left her in a perfect position to be more thoroughly fucked. Her hard and excited clit scrapped along Thornton's groin, teasing it even further.

  "Please! Please! I'm begging, oh, oh!"

  Hard and fast. James upped the pace to faster strokes. He used his hands on her hips to move her between the two hard cocks. The men both grunted, deep and from the gut, she knew they'd come soon. Their rods, slamming inside her, seemed to have grown bigger, but she still moved over them easily, like they were built to fill her up.

  The bell in her wig continuously rang and it matched and harmonized with all their moans and bodies slapping together. It was music to live by, passion at its height.

  Through her half mask, she opened her eyes and looked directly into Thornton's as he worked over her tender tip, and teetered on the edge of climax again. The pleasure she felt was mirrored back at her, finally she'd found her mate. It didn't matter to her there were two of them because they were hers. The admission was all that was needed to send her body tumbling into a climatic whirlpool.

  "Ahhh! Ja-ames! Thorn—!"

  Her body beat wildly at their cocks, the ultimate pleasure achieved. Both men quickly followed her down the road to climax and released their cum into condoms. She wished they hadn't had to wear them but those were the rules of the Depravity Dance.

  Their rods pulsated within her grip and brought both her pussy and ass back to attention. When they collapsed in one heap all she could hear was their panting breath.

  They kissed her, held her, stroked her heated flesh, but neither pulled their dicks from her tight depths. Eventually, the silence was broken.

  "What's your real name, sweetness?” Thornton spoke to her as he used his hand on her hip to keep her gently moving between their cocks.

  "Liana.” She was surprised at how husky her voice sounded, maybe she'd shouted and screamed more than she'd thought.

  "Well, Liana, you should know we're keeping you."

  "Yup, not going to let you take a single step away from us.” James kept kissing and nibbling on her sweet spot, between the neck and shoulder, bringing out gooseflesh to spread rapidly over her body.

  "Tonight you mean?” She smiled and kissed Thornton's lips.

  "No, from now on. We're keeping you.” He sounded serious but she knew it was only the euphoria of carnal activities making it resonate through her mind like in her dreams.

  "Oh, well, I have to go to work."

  "Fine, but you'll leave our bed to go there each day and return to it when you're through.” James laid it out in simple terms and her stomach tumbled with pleasure. His words brought a pulse of happiness playing in her pussy. Oh, how she would love what he offered, if only it were true.

  "Hmmm, sounds lovely."

  "Good."

  "This is my first Depravity Dance, it's been amazing."

  "We're far from being finished."

  The brothers pulled out and sat her up between them, then they each put on a fresh condom, and went right back to where they'd been. Thornton rolled them over until he was on top of Liana, pressing her back and onto his brother. “Now that the edge has been taken off...” he plunged his hard length in and out of her, the power alone shifted her between the two cocks.

  "Vous deux sont des amants habiles!” It was a compliment, calling them masterful lovers, and one she totally believed. She was in the best position to make this claim.

  "Thank you Liana, now hold up your tits for me to suck.” She laughed and happily lifted her breasts up for Thornton. Oh yes, these two were definitely masterful women tamers.

  The bell in her hair rang loud, clear and frequently that night.

  Chapter Two

  The sound of the door opening immediately brought Thornton's head up and looking to see who walked in. His brother had returned from finding out where Liana was, because she hadn't been in bed with them when they woke up.

  "The attendant said she left about an hour ago.” A small amount of anger and disbelief laced James's words.

  "Shit! Alone?"

  "Yes."

  "At least that's something."

  "I know. I liked her, too, Thorn. She was beautiful, intelligent, and fit with us perfectly. We should have taken her number down before we fucked her."

  "What we should have done was chain her to the bed. She had such a delicious pussy."

  Now it was confirmed she was truly gone, they wanted to leave. The brothers finished dressing in a few minutes. Thorn did one last look around to make sure they didn't forget anything, before they left the room. He saw something under the bed, bent over, and picked it up. After a quick glance, he stuffed the item in his pocket and they left. As they made their way back to the parking lot, they couldn't help but keep an eye out for the white wigged woman they'd spent a few pleasure-filled hours with.

  Silence reigned as they made their way back home. Thornton drove them back using the most direct route to the Marais section of the city. Once they arrived at their homes on the Place des Vosges, he was surprised to have actually found a parking space on the road and pulled in. What stunned him more was how far his mind wandered to not have pulled in behind the row houses to park in the rear courtyard.

  "She was an American."

  "I know, it surprised me because her French—"

  "—was flawless."

  They walked down the gothic arcade, their footsteps echoing behind them in the early morning silence. Lost in their own reflections, they easily fell in to the routine of finishing eac
h other's thoughts.

  "And the bell—"

  "—the way it rang—"

  "—fucking perfect."

  "Oui, la perfection vilain."

  "Ah yes, she was definitely a naughty—"

  "—sexy minx."

  The first door they came to was James's. He unlocked it and they both walked in. Up the stairs and going into the sitting room, Thorn unbuttoned his coat and fell back on the couch.

  "Whisky?"

  "Sure, we don't have to be in early tomorrow."

  After both sat down, feet up on the table, they relaxed. James put his head back against the couch and looked to be asleep, before he started speaking.

  "I'm glad we finished the negotiations. Culture, Housing and Sustainable Development ministries, and the Vieilles Maison Group, all together created too many headaches and a ton of paperwork, but it's done. They've all agreed to the plans and signed the contract, so what's left is for us to get down to business and start renovating the Saint Marie building."

  "All the senseless back and forth for months on end has managed to suck much of the energy for the project from me."

  "I know what you mean. At this point, what's keeping me eager is the chance to return a grand dame structure like her to its former glory, while making it forward thinking. We're reaching for a zero impact on the environment with this one and it's a great challenge. No one thinks it's possible to take a four-hundred-year-old building into the future while maintaining its historical presence, but you can be sure they'll all be fighting for credit when it's a success."

  "Our fault, we should have foreseen the pitfalls and complications in dealing with politicians.” Thorn took another sip from his glass.

  "Even if we'd known how difficult they'd be, we still would have taken it on. The opportunity was far too interesting to pass on, as was the personal call from the Prime Minister."

  "True. What we should've done was passed the ground level meetings on to our staff."

  "Next time."

  "Ha, how can you think about a next time?"

  Taking another sip of whisky, Thorn thought about where they were in their lives. They were young and dedicated to making their company the go-to business for environmentally friendly remodeling. For ten years, they've focused entirely on The Michaud Group, establishing an unimpeachable reputation. This past winter the President publicly called them and their business, les rénovateurs et les défenseurs des ressources naturelles progressifs supérieurs, superior, progressive renovators and conservationists. They have been hopping business-wise ever since.