The Daughters of de Sade

by Falconer Bridges

  Sex was not dirty or horrid. It was the most all-encompassing and thrilling feeling imaginable. Her eyes fixed themselves fawningly onto Mistress Madonna. She was in love. There was no question about that. Head over heels. But as had been proved to Julian, to love did not guarantee that love would be returned. In fact in Mistress Madonna's case it merely meant that her astronomical fees would be raised even higher.

  As much as her shattering climax had come as a surprise to The Judge, Mistress Madonna appeared to have been equally as surprised. Turning to her sisters she gave them a questioning shrug.

  "Well, there's always a first time. No fingers, no tongue, no cock and she erupts like a volcano. I've never seen anything like it."

  Neither had they. The Judge was not to know it but sex with a client, or in her case a victim was strictly taboo and it was a very rare occurrence indeed for one of them to be directly responsible for bringing a slave to orgasm. It had been completely unexpected not only to them but to The Judge herself. Away from The Judge's hearing they held a whispered conference, after a short while obviously coming to a unanimous agreement.

  Mistress Madonna directed a long disparaging stare at The Judge.

  "Come over here; on your knees."

  No second bidding was needed, The Judge complied immediately but with her arms bound behind her back she could only move in an awkward shuffle. Watching with a fascinated interest, she looked on as Mistress Madonna dipped into her bag and brought out two huge penis shaped items that she did not recognise. This was a new development. She had no experience of that sort of thing and wondered what their intended use could be. She did not have to wonder for long.

  The look of puzzlement on her face communicated itself to Mistress Madonna.

  "Of course, I should have realised. You don't know what these are, do you? These are vibrators, dildos if you want to call them that. And do you know where we put them?"

  The Judge had a dreadful premonition as to the answer to that question. She was not at all sure that she wanted to know.

  "Don't fret my pretty, Mistress Madonna wouldn't do anything to really hurt you."

  What! She had already thrashed her with a severity that would have merited a very lengthy sentence in her court. That is before her present experience. Now she was not so sure.

  After smearing a coating of lubricating jelly over the vibrators, Mistress Madonna handed one to each of her sisters, then beckoning The Judge she made her rest her chin on the floor so that her backside was sticking up in the air. The Judge waited in apprehension as both of them positioned themselves behind her.

  "Magenta you go first."

  The Judge lifted her head and tried to twist it around in an attempt to see what was happening. For her efforts she was rewarded with a series of hard, stinging slaps from Mistress Madonna.

  "Eyes front. And keep still, if you want to look somewhere, cast your eyes over this."

  The 'this' in question was Mistress Madonna's exquisite vagina. So look at it she did, squinting upwards as the woman knelt before her face, with the hungriest eyes apart from Julian's that Mistress Madonna could recall seeing in a very long time. But when a cool hand parted her legs and long fingers dipped into her vagina and parted her sex lips, she almost dissolved in an uncontrollable instantaneous orgasm. Something that did not go unnoticed by Mistress Madonna. A sharp reprimand cooled her passions somewhat.

  "Control yourself. Come without my consent again and you'll be very sorry indeed. You wouldn't like Mistress Madonna to get angry, would you?"

  She would not and pulling herself together, she fidgeted as something hard was pressed in the entrance to her hole. It did not take much imagination for her to realise that she was about to be speared by one of the dildos. Her recent orgasm had lubricated her vagina somewhat in any case and combined with the KY jelly it allowed for easy penetration of the entrance to her vagina.

  But the rest of her tunnel was still tightly closed and more than a little pushing and manipulation was required to get it in right up to the hilt. But when it was there she felt wonderfully full and again bitterly regretted that she had denied herself pleasure of that sort for so many years.

  "There, you enjoyed that, I know you did."

  She recognised Mistress Magenta's voice and also that what it had said was true, she did like it very much indeed.

  Then something totally unexpected happened. The other vibrator nudged into the pucker of her anus. She could not believe it, Mistress Maria could not be intending to stick that huge thing up her arse. But she was.

  "Just relax and it won't hurt, I promise."

  And because Mistress Maria was so experienced in matters of that kind, her word was true and The Judge felt nothing more than a little discomfort as the stiff plastic was pushed through her sphincters and then past that curve a little further in. But now she did feel well and truly stuffed. And when the batteries were activated and the vibrators began pulsing in their respective holes, the thrill was breathtaking.

  "Remember, no coming or you'll be sorry."

  The Judge steeled herself to obey. She was determined not to let her Mistresses down but she was not in any way sure that she could hold out against the fast building fire in her vagina.

  It was then time for The Judge to take a more active part. She did not know it but this was what the Mistresses had been discussing in their little conference. It was a firm rule: No sex with clients. But this was different. They never dealt with women and the only reason that they were doing so now was to save Julian from jail. Money was not their sole object and so for once they had agreed to gain something sexual for themselves from the encounter.

  While Mistress Madonna stood up and watched, Mistress Magenta and Mistress Maria arranged themselves side by side on the huge sofa and opened their legs wide. No words were necessary, this was what The Judge had been waiting for. The trouble was that she did not know where to start. Her tongue salivating in expectation, she hesitated until an indication from Mistress Madonna prompted her to shuffle between Mistress Maria's legs.

  Unable to use her hands for support, or anything else for that matter, The Judge planted her knees firmly into the deep pile of the carpet and bent over from the waist. The musky aroma close to Mistress Maria's sex was heavenly and as she nuzzled up to the forested vulva and began lapping at it like a hungry cat laps up milk she felt more alive and vibrant than ever before in her life. Fuck being a Judge; the crude expletive flashed with shocking ease into her mind. This was what she wanted. Now and forever.

  Apart from her adolescent fumblings she really had no idea how to perform cunnilingus, but it turned out that she was a natural, doing all the right things by instinct. Using her nose to push them apart, she dipped inside Mistress Maria's labia, using its tip to rub and excite the rapidly hardening nub of her clitoris, while at the same time she drove her tongue deep into her tight, tasty vagina.

  The groans and whimpers that greeted her efforts filled her with both confidence and pride. Trying to ignore the stimulation of the vibrators in her own holes, she sucked and lapped until suddenly Mistress Maria clamped her thighs around her bobbing head and erupted into a noisy and shuddering climax.

  Her thighs loosening their grip, Mistress Maria sank back into the sofa, a low sigh of contentment communicating her satisfaction to the others.

  "Not bad for an amateur."

  Mistress Madonna's faint words of praise filled The Judge with pride, at last she was doing something right.

  "Don't just kneel there looking smug, attend to Mistress Magenta."

  It was very much the same as before. She really did seem to have a natural inbuilt capacity for pleasuring another woman. Mistress Magenta was slowly and surely brought to a squealing climax, equally as satisfying as her sister's had been.

  For The Judge the big moment had finally arrived. Mistre
ss Madonna would surely want to take her turn to be pleasured. But her own lusting excitement at the thought of tasting Mistress Madonna's vagina, combined with the incessant stimulation of the pulsing vibrators were threatening to ruin everything. She steeled herself to ignore the fat imitation phalluses blocking her holes and tried to concentrate her thoughts solely on Mistress Madonna.

  Straining at the bit, the tension rose as she was beckoned over. She could not wait to get at the wonderful vagina, to nuzzle and suck it and to taste the musky tang of its juices.

  "Not so fast. I'm going to untie your hands, they may come in useful."

  Ordering her to turn around, Mistress Madonna unpicked the tight knots and The Judge gratefully rubbed the life back into her wrists. She had not dared to complain but she had been suffering agonies in her back, being forced to bend for all that length of time and unable to support herself with her arms. She was allowed a little time before being ordered back to her duties.

  Standing over her, Mistress Madonna swept the split front of her dress aside and opened her legs wide.

  "Alright my pretty, let's see what you can do for me."

  Settling back onto her haunches, which with vibrating dildos sticking out of both her vagina and her anus was not the easiest thing to do, she ran her fingers lightly up the insides of Mistress Madonna's thighs. Feeling her Mistress stiffening in response, she replaced her fingers with tender but urgent kisses. Mistress Madonna's creamy flesh was smooth and supple beneath her lips and she filled with a great sense of pride, knowing that she was not failing in her attempts to arouse her Mistress.

  Taking the final plunge, The Judge slipped her palms under Mistress Madonna's buttocks and pulled her sex right up to her eager lips and took her first taste of Heaven. It was as nectar from the Gods. Mistress Madonna's sex juices flowed in abundance, flooding over The Judge's tongue and running down her chin. She felt intoxicated, her heart thudded against her ribs and her pulse raced. Her tongue worked faster and deeper into the magical tunnel until Mistress Madonna began to wriggle and sigh as what was promising to be a very spectacular climax rapidly approached. Grabbing The Judge's head, she pressed it even tighter to her sex, almost suffocating her as she erupted in a raging orgasm. Shudder after shudder racked her body as with her nose deep within her Mistress' sex lips, The Judge used her tongue and lips to rasp, lick and suck her to a shattering climax.

  The Judge gratefully sucked in air as Mistress Madonna gradually loosed her grip and slipped her hands from around her head. Although she allowed herself only a minute or so to recover, it seemed like hours to The Judge before Mistress Madonna spoke.

  "Hmm. Quite satisfactory I suppose but you really need proper training. Maybe we can see to it."

  Misery and exhilaration fought each other to take first place in The Judge's fractured thoughts. She felt like bursting into tears because she had not been rewarded with praise for her very successful pleasuring of her Mistress. On the other hand she felt like shouting for joy because there had been a hint in Mistress Madonna's words that she would be taken in hand and her association with The Daughters would not end here.

  However a much more urgent problem was plaguing her. And that involved the dildos. They were still pulsing away inside her holes and now that her full attention was once again totally centred on them she felt increasingly unable to follow her orders. She had to climax, how could she carry on without that wonderful release? She could not. And that was all that there was to it. Her mind was set on it. But then again it would involve unknown retribution from Mistress Madonna and that was also something that she did not want to risk.

  As it happened her dilemma was about to be solved for her. Mistress Madonna had once more joined her sisters on the sofa.

  "You'd like Mistress Madonna to give you permission to come, wouldn't you?"

  The Judge nodded her head vigorously, unsure if she was allowed to answer or not.

  "And you'd like her to do it for you, is that right?"

  Oh God, would she! This time her head nodded frantically. More than anything else she wanted her Mistress to take hold of the dildos and stoke her into ecstasy. But if something did not happen soon, the problem would become purely academic. She was on the brink as it was.

  "I thought I'd made it very clear that neither Mistress Madonna nor her sisters want anything to do with your vile body. But there is a solution. We could allow you to do it for yourself."

  Anything at all would do now. If that was the only way, please let her say so. As fast as possible.

  "Yes . . I think we will. But not quite just yet. Be a good girl and hold on for a minute."

  Lurking out of sight behind the heavy drapes drawn across the giant bay window that normally allowed an all-encompassing view over The Colonel's estate, an interested party had been excitedly following everything that had happened in the room. Lifting her voice Mistress Madonna called over to him.

  "Al right, you can come out now."

  Needing no second bidding, preceded by his rearing, pulsing cock he burst through the curtains. The Judge was aghast, the rampaging filthy cock was bad enough but it was the person it was attached to that shocked her to the core. It was none other than the criminal fraudster that she was dealing with in her court. It was Julian.

  Horrified as she was, her lusting need did not diminish one iota.

  "Now, you can frig yourself silly if you want to."

  Somehow she felt that Mistress Madonna would be very pleased if she did, so despite the disgusting interloper, or maybe because of him, in a second she set to it. But she was in something of a dilemma. Exactly how to do it. But with surprising ease the solution came to her and getting onto her knees and one elbow, she reached under her legs with one hand to take hold of the dildo blocking her vagina and slipping the other hand over her buttocks she grasped the one stuck firmly up her anus. Slowly but surely she began to pump them in and out, gradually increasing the speed and stroke of each plunging thrust. Very soon she was lost to everything but the pulsing, pumping dildos that were stoking her into a frenzy.

  Seeing that The Judge had divorced herself from the proceedings, Mistress Madonna turned her attention to Julian. He was just standing there wide-eyed looking at The Judge.

  "Well?"

  He hesitated, his eyes still fixed on The Judge, shamelessly frigging herself before him.

  "Even though you were a very naughty boy, Mistress Madonna set all this up just for you and now you just stand there. Are you going to do it, or have I just wasted my precious time?"

  He had enough experience not to cross his Mistress and this time answered immediately. Yes, he would do it, but only if she opened her legs and showed him her cunt, he couldn't manage it just looking at The Judge.

  "In this instance, I'll let you look, but when it's all over I'm going to charge you double and flay the skin off your back for being such a disgusting little boy. You know that you shouldn't speak to Mistress Madonna in that filthy way. Now, GET ON WITH IT! And remember to do exactly what I told you."

  Standing over The Judge's head but with his eyes fixed on the most magical twat in the universe, he clasped his throbbing weapon in both hands and began to slide his closed fists up and down its pulsing, throbbing length. There were now two of her slaves wanking in front of Mistress Madonna, it would not be long before her evening's work arrived at a very satisfactory conclusion. With her climax almost upon her, The Judge burned and writhed in a welter of raging passion. Her fanny was on fire, her engorged labia swollen and her clitoris hugely enlarged and rigidly erect. As she plunged the two dildos deeper and deeper inside her, Julian frantically tugged and yanked his cock. The Judge's climax hit with an intensity that was so powerful that her limbs shook helplessly and with her eyes screwed tightly shut she squealed out loud in wanton abandon. At the same time Julian's orgasm hit home and following Mistress Madonna's in
structions he hung on to his cock and sprayed his considerable streams of hot sperm all over The Judge's body, her up-turned face and her hair, one huge spurt shooting straight over the length of her spine and splattering between her buttocks.

  In the throes of her orgasm The Judge had felt globules of wet, hot, sticky stuff raining down onto her face but she was too far gone to bother with it at that moment. And even when the remnants of a shot of spunk trickled onto her tongue she swallowed it without any thought as to what it was although the soapy taste remained in her mouth.

  Julian continued to wrestle with his cock until every single drop of sperm had been wrung from his bollocks and with her raging senses finally calming down and with sperm dripping from her chin, The Judge opened her eyes and found Julian standing over her, his dripping weapon still clutched in his fists. With a horrified shock she realised what it was that was sticking in her hair, running into her eyes and meandering slowly down her cheeks. The wretched humiliation that washed over her was too much to bear. And it was exactly what Mistress Madonna had been working up to.

  An insane rage transmitted itself to her salty tongue and she began to scream obscenities and threats at the hapless Julian. She was very soon put in her place.

  "Shut up! Immediately."

  Amazing herself, she did as she told without thought or argument. She was ensnared and under Mistress Madonna's power, whether she liked it or not. But the undeniable thing was, she did like it. The humiliation probably more than the punishment. Suddenly she realised that she was not the same woman who had entered the room earlier that night. She was not entirely sure that she liked that but there was nothing she could do about it now. She had been played by an expert and was firmly hooked.