Stephanie's Pleasure

by Susanna Hughes

  The logs crackled and hissed in the grate. Blue and orange and yellow flames leapt from one to the other, consuming the wood and throwing heat out into the room.

  'Well. Prosit,' the Baron said, raising his glass.

  He had handed them crystal brandy balloons into which he had carefully poured a viscous amber liquor. He had swilled the clear, sparkling liquid around in each glass three times, watching as it coated the sloping interior.

  Stephanie took a large swig and felt the brandy warm her body. It slipped down her throat without the slightest hint of fieriness.

  'Delicious.' Devlin had sipped more judiciously.

  'Well, I hope you enjoyed my little pavilions.'

  'Beautifully done,' Stephanie said. Though the principle was the same as that of the castle, everything at the Schloss was done on a much bigger scale. The Baron, she thought, must be a very rich man. 'I bet people are queuing up.'

  'Yes, I suppose so. Well, now you've seen all four, if you would like to choose one to end your evening... I'm sure you both need some relief. Of course, we will be waiving the rules in your case. You may enter as either master or slave.'

  Stephanie sat down in one of the wing chairs by the fire. She knew Devlin would expect her to speak first. 'Devlin is my slave,' she said pointedly, looking straight into the Baron's slate-grey eyes.

  The Baron looked from her to Devlin, who did not meet his gaze.

  'I see,' he said with no emotion.

  'Yes.'

  'I am not surprised. You are beautiful enough to enslave any man.'

  'Thank you. And you should know after all, shouldn't you?'

  'Yes, yes indeed.' He appeared lost in thought for a moment. 'So it will be you who does the choosing, naturally.'

  'Naturally.'

  'And?'

  Stephanie thought for a moment. Of course she could please herself; but tonight she also wanted to please Devlin. 'I suggest I become the Madam of the brothel, and that Devlin becomes a very submissive client.'

  The Baron laughed. 'Oh, I think that would be most appropriate.'

  Stephanie stood up and smoothed the tight red sequinned dress down her body. 'And you, Baron?' she asked.

  'Me?' He looked startled.

  'What are you going to do?' Stephanie had been too engrossed in the various spectacles in the pavilions to pay much attention to the Baron. But that was not to say he didn't fascinate her.

  'What will you be watching?'

  'You think I would miss the opportunity to watch you? If that is permissible, of course.'

  'I think it is a pity.'

  'A pity?'

  'That watching is all you want to do.'

  'Perhaps...'

  'Perhaps what?'

  'We will talk of it again.'

  'I would like that.'

  'It is a promise. Meantime, you will not object if I watch.'

  'I would be offended if you didn't.' Stephanie turned to Devlin. 'Up,' she ordered, in a tone of voice that indicated their most profound relationship had been resumed.

  She did something she had wanted to do since she'd first seen Mischa. She pulled her into her arms and kissed her. She kissed her full on the mouth, sucking her tongue between her lips, and felt her breasts: more particularly, the gold nipple rings being crushed against her as they hugged tightly.

  Stephanie had been laced into a white satin corset, so tight it restricted her breathing. The corset had no bra and her firm round breasts hung naked above it. She wore no knickers, so, at the bottom of its front, the corset ended just at the point her pubic triangle began. At the back it extended only as far as the base of her spine, exposing her generous apple-shaped rump and the deep cleft between her buttocks, fringed at the bottom with pubic curls.

  As she kissed Mischa, she gripped the leather straps that ran down the girl's back and pulled them up, tugging the leather crotchpiece up between her legs, pushing the two dildos it held in deeper, making her moan against Stephanie's mouth. Stephanie was high with excitement, her body already singing, her nerves on edge, tingling and sharp. All day long she had been stoked up by the activities the Baron had shown her, and now her mind was sorting through all the images, flashing them up like snapshots one after the other.

  Stephanie broke the kiss and turned back to Devlin. She walked right up to him until the buckled leather shoes were against his feet and the white gartered stockings on her legs were touching his knees. He could breathe the musky aroma that seeped unmasked from her excited sex. Her hand ran along the side of his face up into his thick wiry hair and round to the back. She pulled his face up to look at her.

  'So what's it to be, Devlin?'

  The Madam had shown her all three devices, explained how they worked and what they could be made to do, while Devlin waited outside.

  'What do you want? The Chair, the Praying Stool, or the Spindle?'

  Devlin had seen the Spindle, of course, and was tempted. But he hoped that by the end of their stay at the Schloss he would be able to return to this pavilion and try all three.

  'The Chair,' he said firmly.

  'Very well,' Stephanie said, releasing his hair only to press his face into the white satin of her corset. She wondered whether to make him fuck her first, to take him on the big bed and let Hanna and Mischa watch while he lanced her with that monstrous cock. She could feel it throbbing against her white silk stocking. Opening her legs slightly she trapped it between her calves, then squeezed them together. She heard Mischa giggle at the sight. She felt her body swell - ready, willing, able - but she controlled herself. There would be plenty of time for her pleasure when Devlin was in the Chair.

  'Get your head down,' she ordered, walking away. Obediently, like the true slave he was, Devlin obeyed. His forehead touched the carpet, while his backside necessarily protruded into the air.

  Stephanie picked up a leather strap from the selection on the wall. It was no more than a long thick strip of leather shaped into a handle at one end.

  'Warm him up for me,' Stephanie said to Hanna, handing her the strap. 'Three to start, I think.'

  Hanna had been standing waiting for instructions. Her soft pliant body contrasted with the unyielding leather that encased her waist; the corset was laced on so tight, reducing the size of her waist so dramatically, it looked as though she might snap in half. She took the strap from Stephanie, flexed it once in the air and brought it down hard against the palm of her gloved hand. Then she marched over to Devlin and without hesitation lashed the strap down on his exposed rump three times in quick succession.

  Devlin moaned at each stroke. His erection was pressed, by his position, into his navel. Three hot fingers were now branded across his buttocks, each separate and distinct. They burnt into him, reaching deep inside him like surgical probes, rousing his sexual psyche, touching his secret depths. It felt as though the fingers of pain were inside his cock, inside his nipples and inside his mind, provoking him, caressing him, making his body seethe.

  'Another,' Stephanie ordered.

  Thwack. Hanna's aim was perfect, her arm strong. Devlin moaned again as a new welt stung his rump, renewing his agitation.

  While Hanna was busy Mischa had pulled the Chair from its cupboard. She dragged it out into the middle of the room.

  'Stand,' Stephanie commanded.

  Devlin obeyed, resisting the temptation to touch the heat of his arse with his cold hands - much as he would have loved to. He looked at the strange object that stood before him.

  The Chair bore no resemblance to any chair he had ever seen. In fact it looked a bit like a spider, except that its eight identically curved limbs were divided top and bottom: four running up to the 'body' from the floor, and four sticking grotesquely in the air. The limbs were shaped like guttering, made from stainless steel tubing, while the 'body' was no more than two small concave metal dishes, bolted to a solid square frame from which the eight limbs protruded. The limbs could obviously be adjusted to point at several angles. The upper limbs and the
frame were festooned with leather straps and buckles.

  As Devlin's imagination worked overtime trying to imagine how the Chair operated, Mischa was busy clamping more pieces to the basic structure. Two curved steel plates fitted on the inside of two of the protruding limbs, and what looked like a surgical instrument screwed into the base of the frame just under the dish-like seat.

  'Well, Devlin, this is your choice.' Stephanie could see the fear in his eyes as well as the excitement. 'Let's get you comfortable.' She patted the two concave dishes to indicate where he should sit.

  Awkwardly Devlin shuffled between the stainless steel limbs and sat on the seat. Cold metal greeted his buttocks, sending a shiver through his body as it soothed the heat in the red welts left by the strap. The pleasure soon died. The seat was uncomfortable, the two dishes pulling his buttocks apart.

  'Hanna,' Stephanie said. Hanna was ready. She came up behind Devlin and slipped the padded leather blindfold over his eyes, plunging him into total darkness. From now on he would only be able to feel; he would not be able to anticipate what they were going to do to him, nor where the next assault on his naked body would come from.

  Immediately Hanna and Mischa took his arms, pulling him back. He thought he was going to fall until he felt his arms being pressed back into the curve of the top two limbs. These veered away from his shoulders at a peculiar and painful angle. He felt leather straps securing his arms into the tubing, at his wrist, above and below his elbow, and right at the top of his arm. There was no support for his head or back until Hanna pulled an extension from under the frame, a curved neck-rest. She adjusted it until it fitted exactly under Devlin's neck, thereby supporting his head. It only made the Chair marginally more comfortable.

  In the darkness Devlin felt his legs being lifted up into the tubing at the opposite end of the frame. Again straps bound them in place inside the curving cavity. The steel plates he had seen Mischa fit to this part of the structure he could now feel, cold and hard against his inner thighs.

  Stephanie completed his bondage. She stepped between his open legs and pulled a strap attached under one buttock up around the top of his pubic bone and across his pelvis. There, it buckled into a strap from the main frame just under his other hip, pressing his body down into the metal seat. She repeated the process on the other side, so that his navel was crossed with leather straps and his buttocks could not move an inch in any direction.

  He flinched as her hand brushed his massive cock. She stroked it almost tenderly, rubbing the little tear of fluid that had developed at its tip into the pink flesh of his glans.

  She stood back and let the two girls make the final adjustments. Under the seat, the two hinges that allowed the tubular limbs to be spread further apart were geared to the two dishes containing Devlin's buttocks. Each girl took an ankle and they pulled his legs apart, stretching them out, and by means of the gearing, stretching his buttocks apart too.

  They had done this before. They knew what it felt like. They liked to do it slowly, teasingly. They made only the slightest movement at first, then let the realisation of what was happening, how one movement was affecting another, sink in. This way, the victims imagined the contraption was designed to split them apart.

  'No,' Devlin screamed as he felt his body being spread, his legs opening, his buttocks separating. Slowly, relentlessly they pulled. 'Oh God, no...'

  'That's enough,' Stephanie said. At once Hanna knelt and locked the legs in position. 'Well, Devlin.' She stepped between his legs and took his cock in both hands. 'Quite an experience, isn't it?'

  Now that the movement had stopped, Devlin felt the most incredible rush of pleasure mixed with relief. He had never, in all the countless trials Stephanie had put him through, felt so helpless, so completely bound, so vulnerable and exposed. His cock was so hard it felt like steel. His anus, with his buttocks forced apart, was actually open, wide open. It felt like it was alive, a mouth groping in the darkness. The thought occurred to him, as no doubt it was meant to, that it was sensitised enough to feel like the sex of a woman. He wanted it played with and penetrated.

  Stephanie kneaded the flesh of his cock. Even with two hands making fists around it, one on top of the other, his glans still poked out from the top of her fingers. She bent over and licked the trail of fluid that had escaped his urethra. His cock pulsed in her hands.

  The Chair was a wonderful device, she decided. She was definitely going to get one for the castle. She might even have herself tied into it when she was in the right mood. The thought made her shiver.

  She released his cock and stepped back. For maximum effect, the Madam had told her, the victim must be left awhile, so that the helplessness, the vulnerability, could work its way into him. With the ability to move and the ability to see taken away, all the feelings and senses were narrowed down, concentrated on the way the body had been tied and spread. The cock and the anus, in the blackness, became the centre of his world, the only thing that mattered. It was impossible to think about anything but how he was going to be used and abused.

  Stephanie walked over to the bed. 'Come over here, both of you,' she said, wanting Devlin to hear. 'Bring a dildo.'

  Hanna, nearest to the shelving, selected a large black dildo with a flared base, as Stephanie lay on the bed. The sight of Devlin bound and spread so tautly had affected her profoundly, and her body was now coursing with excitement. But she knew that the root cause of her stimulation was not the odd contraption in the middle of the room; it was her power. She had chosen this scenario. She knew it was what Devlin wanted, but it was also what she wanted. She could have gone to any of the other pavilions. She could have countless slaves obeying her commands, doing whatever she desired them to do. That was what turned her on, that was what she'd discovered about herself and what she loved.

  'Lick my nipples,' she commanded Mischa. She could have asked her to do anything and she would have done it without question.

  Mischa knelt on the bed to obey, the leather straps on her body pulling at the nipple rings. She sucked one of Stephanie's nipples hard, then licked it while her hand fingered the other.

  'Use the dildo, stick it up my cunt.' Stephanie was deliberately crude for Devlin's benefit; she wanted him to know exactly what was happening to her.

  Hanna knelt on the other side of her body. She placed the head of the dildo at the mouth of Stephanie's sex as Stephanie parted her legs, and pressed. There was no resistance; the dildo slid home on a flood of her juices.

  'Turn it on,' Stephanie ordered, thrilling to the feel of the big phallus inside her. She wasn't in the mood for subtlety.

  Hanna obeyed and a muted humming filled the room. Stephanie squirmed, feeling the head of the dildo deep inside. The vibrations were deep and powerful, affecting her whole sex.

  'Harder,' she demanded.

  Hanna pushed the dildo up further, until the flared base was right up against the labia and would go no further.

  'Frig my clit.' Stephanie's voice was husky with passion.

  Hanna's gloved fingers responded immediately, like a machine, an automaton programmed to obey. Stephanie gasped as she felt leather pushing the lozenge of her clit from side to side.

  'Oh yes,' she moaned. 'Yes, yes, faster...' Mischa's mouth transferred from one nipple to the other. She took it in her teeth and bit into the corrugated flesh.

  'Yes...' Stephanie felt her excitement building. There were so many sensations, so many images in her mind. The power she had, the absolute power; the helpless Devlin; the girls working on her body, and the knowledge of what they would do with the Chair: it all made her blood race. She looked down at Mischa's pierced nipples, and the strange feeling that sight gave her added itself to the cocktail of excitements.

  'I want to suck your nipples. Feed them to me,' she ordered, making sure Devlin could hear.

  Mischa moved up the bed, knelt over her face and used her hand to guide her pierced nipple into Stephanie's mouth, complete with nipple ring and leather strap. Step
hanie used her teeth, catching the strap between them, then pulling it back. She drew the nipple ring gently out, stretching the big breast, watching the way the metal distended the tender flesh. She thought she knew how it felt, tangling the sexual nerves. She saw Mischa shudder.

  'The other one.' She was so close to orgasm - the vibrator unrelenting in her sex, Hanna's finger equally remorseless - that she wasn't sure if the words made sense, but Mischa moved her body until her other breast was over Stephanie's mouth. Stephanie bit into the leather again and felt Mischa's body contract as the nipple ring stretched her flesh. Suddenly she felt herself melting, her body slackening around the dildo; her eyes rolled back and an infinity of feeling exploded inside her, making her scream out and arch her buttocks off the bed. Endless seconds passed; she was suspended in ecstasy.

  How long it was before she collapsed back on to the bed she did not know. She felt the dildo being expelled from her body as though in slow motion, its final exit making her shudder again. She looked at the two bizarrely dressed girls who knelt beside her, awaiting instructions. She looked over at Devlin strapped into the Chair. Now it was his turn.

  'Did you enjoy that, Devlin, hearing your mistress come?'

  'Yes, mistress,' he said.

  Stephanie got up and walked over to his bound body. She ran her fingers along his lips then forced them into his mouth.

  'So now we begin.' She saw his cock twitch as she said the words. She nodded to Hanna who had taken up position between his legs.

  Hanna dropped to her knees. In front of her was the instrument Mischa had fitted into the base of the frame. The device was scissor-shaped: the handles were like those of normal scissors, but the blades in the closed position resembled a hollow tube. Quickly Hanna coated the tube with a colourless oily cream, then pushed the instrument forward on its pivot.

  Devlin started in the darkness behind the blindfold as he felt the cold steel nose against his anus.