Stephanie looked into the mirror. It occurred to her that it might well be two-way, and that the Baron was going to take up position behind it to watch the proceedings. By now, at least, he would know what to expect.
'What's the pit?'
'The worst punishment,' one of the slaves said gloomily.
'Then you'd better do everything I tell you, or I'll come along and watch.'
'Yes, mistress,' they said in unison.
The familiar throb of absolute power was coursing through Stephanie's veins, like a strong electric current. With a finger she indicated a spot in front of her and the two men walked up to it. The man whose hair was close-cropped was nearly a foot shorter than the curly-haired blond, but his body was bigger in every respect, including his still-flaccid cock. Apart from his pubic hair his body was entirely hairless. The blond, on the other hand, was covered with thin blond hair. Both their cocks were circumcised.
Stephanie pulled her sweater over her head and saw their eyes fall onto the black bra she wore. It was three quarter cup and pushed her breasts together, creating a tunnel of cleavage.
'You, what's your name?' she was looking at the blond.
'Alex, mistress.'
'Undo my trousers, Alex. The zip's at the side.'
Alex, his fingers trembling slightly, did as he was told. The trousers slid off her hips and caught up around her knees.
'And your name?' she said to the other one.
'Terry.'
'Both English, too. How convenient. No language problems.'
Stephanie opened her legs and allowed the leather trousers to fall to the floor. She stepped out of them and threw them aside.
The men's eyes roamed her body, the thick black tights shaping her long contoured legs. She reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, letting the shoulder straps slip off her shoulders then leaning forward slightly so her breasts spilled out of the black cups. Her nipples were already erect.
She knew what she wanted, exactly what she wanted. The last two days had been an orgy of complicated, ritualistic sex, full of harnesses and dildos, bondage and restraint. What she wanted now was cock, simple, straightforward cock. Choosing two men was greedy, of course, but she was greedy, and over the last six months her body had become used to getting exactly what it wanted. Looking now at their cocks she saw she had already provoked a stirring.
'I want you to fuck me,' she said simply.
She looked from one to the other, wanting to see whose cock was bigger. Both were circumcised, but neither was fully erect. She reached out and grasped both firmly in her hands; they began to swell.
'Come on, don't you find me attractive?' she chided, pulling both cocks towards her and making the men moan.
She took her hands away. Terry had the biggest cock. It was much wider, though only slightly longer.
Stephanie felt her body pulse. She sat on the sofa and pulled the tights off her legs. She should have had the men do it really, but she was in no mood to tease them, to flaunt her body in front of them as she did with her slaves at the castle. Her need, a need that was increasing by the minute, making her pulse race and her breathing shallow, was too great.
She had worn no panties. Lying back on the white fur she opened her legs and bent her knees. She opened her legs wide, feeling the way her labia parted. For a moment she did nothing, just lay there suspended in a cocoon of anticipation. She felt her body churn, ached for the inevitable assault, waited to hear the words that would thrill it inexorably, the words of command she would utter.
She turned her face to the side, looked at the two men and then beyond them, into the roaring fire. The flames all seemed to be licking out in phallic shapes. Just the thought of the power she possessed made her quiver, like a plane on a runway, its engines whining but held back by its brakes.
She let the brakes out. 'Alex, come here,' she commanded.
He walked over to the sofa, his cock bobbing in front of him.
'Fuck me,' she said, the words making her nerves knot as she knew they would.
Alex could hardly believe what he was hearing. He'd imagined this was all a tease, a torment devised by the Baron. It wasn't possible he was actually going to be allowed to have this woman. His cock jerked at the thought.
'I gave you an order,' Stephanie snarled, not brooking any delay. Her body arched up towards him.
Full of trepidation, expecting her to change her mind at any minute, Alex knelt between her legs, looking down at her magnificent tanned body. He lingered over her labia fringed by thick black hair and the open mouth of her sex, glistening with her juices.
'Yes...' he whispered to himself, not caring any more what the game was, knowing it was too late now; now he would make it whatever happened. He threw himself down on to her, his rock hard cock shooting up between her legs and instantly finding the way into the tunnel of her sex.
Stephanie gasped. His cock was hot and ardent. She knew he would not be able to hold out for long but, for once, she didn't want that. He was pounding into her like a man possessed, ramming his cock right up into her, his balls banging against her anus, his pubic bone grinding against her clitoris. She could feel her juices coating his shaft, feel them flowing out of her body.
She looked across to the fire. Terry stood watching, his stout body tense, his cock still erect.
'Here,' she ordered.
He obeyed slowly, as though in a trance. She watched his cock and balls jiggle up and down as his thighs moved. As soon as he was in range she reached out her hand and took hold of his cock, as if it were a handle with which she could support herself. He had big hairy balls, in contrast to the odd hairlessness of the rest of his body.
Having a cock in her hand and in her sex made her body tense; it was readying itself for what was to come. An automatic reflex told her Alex was passing the point of no return. She squeezed the cock in her hand tighter and felt it respond.
Alex was pounding into her so hard she couldn't distinguish the individual strokes. They combined in a blur of motion, which suddenly stopped. He arched his back, raised himself up on his arms, made his body a bow to push his cock as deep as it would go, deep into her wet, clinging tunnel, up until he thought he could feel his cock at her womb. He pictured it in his mind's eye, his throbbing glans being kissed by the flesh deep inside her, then boiled over, his spunk, held back for so long in the pavilions, sputtering out in the place he had found for it.
Stephanie felt it but strangely did not respond in kind. She had got exactly what she wanted, exactly what she'd imagined she wanted, but her mood had changed suddenly and unpredictably. She wanted more. Now it was her turn to be wild.
She pushed Alex off her and rolled onto her knees on the floor where she sucked Terry's cock into her mouth, sucking it so hard it made him wince. She was gobbling it, eating it, wanting to feel it twitch and jerk in her mouth. She had her back to the big mirror and wondered if the Baron was following this. She opened her legs as wide as she could, pushing her buttocks further up in the air, so that he could see her if he was watching. He'd already seen every detail of her sex: last night, and at her castle, he'd seen her sucked and fucked and spunked on.
The tempo of her body changed as her needs began to assert themselves. She had no idea what she wanted but her body seemed to have overcome its strange laxity.
'Fuck me,' she said, crawling up to the sofa. She laid the top half of her body on the white fur, leaving her knees on the floor. The fur tickled her nipples. 'Like this,' she added, wiggling her rump at Terry in case he was in any doubt.
Terry fell to his knees behind her, his hands on his hips. The beautiful curve of her arse nudged his navel as his cock ploughed into the furrow of her labia. Stephanie pushed back on it, opening herself, wanting it inside her. The mouth of her sex was open and gobbled his cock up greedily just as her lips had done earlier.
Immediately she felt him inside her, immediately she felt his hardness against the boiling lake inside her, she felt herself
begin to come, as though a switch had been thrown in her body. She had never felt so wet, so hot, so needing.
'Fuck me,' she cried, wanting to feel him stroking into her but she was already accelerating to orgasm. 'Oh, oh...'
His cock slammed into her. Its width stretched her labia apart, exposing her clitoris. He sent his hand down between her legs to finger it.
Stephanie looked across at Alex who was watching, playing with his cock; it was already beginning to rise again. Then the rhythms of her body took over and she could do nothing but feel. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the bone of flesh that stabbed effortlessly into her and the finger that played so expertly with her clit. Sensation came in waves. Her mind was full of images: images of last night, of Devlin, of the women's prison. But just as the waves began to join each other, the troughs and crests coming so close together there was only one continuous sensation, her mind lighted on one particular image. It was the black leather torso of the medieval Inquisitor as his hand inserted the wooden shaft into the sealed casket and the victim screamed her confession. That was it, the last spark that made Stephanie explode in flames. Her body convulsed, trembling, out of control, as Terry's cock plunged into the tight channel where only minutes before Alex had already come.
Stephanie did not want it to end. Her body was still high and she didn't want to come down. She knew her body well enough to know it wasn't finished yet. 'Come here,' she ordered, looking at Alex. Terry's cock was still pumping into her.
Alex could see what she wanted. He knelt on the sofa in front of her face. She pulled his hand away from his cock. It was only slightly hardened. Leaning forward she closed her lips over it, all of it, balls and all. Using her tongue on the rim of the glans, she felt it swell dramatically. It tasted of her.
'Mmm...' she murmured. She could no longer hold the balls in her mouth and they slipped from her lips one by one. She pulled her mouth back and dipped her head to suck his balls individually as they hung under his now rigid shaft. Alex moaned. She felt his cock throbbing against her face.
She turned her head to Terry. 'Bugger me.' That was what she wanted now.
Terry did not hesitate. His cock was soaking wet. He moved it higher, found the little bud of her anus and pushed forward, sinking in halfway at least at the first stroke.
'Oh...' Stephanie gasped. A wave of pain that was so close to pleasure as to be almost the same thing raked through her nerves, taking her up higher, beginning the next cycle of completion.
She pushed back on him, pushed until he was right inside her filling her. The sensation had forced her eyes closed but she groped forward with her mouth until it found Alex's cock. She sucked it in, wanting to feel two cocks in her body.
Terry was powering to and fro, using her arse just as he had used her sex, pushing higher and deeper. She felt his finger on her clitoris, still pushing it against her pubic bone, moving it from side to side. It was making her gasp, but the sound was muffled by cock.
She wanted to tell Terry what to do but he knew. As she drove Alex's cock into her mouth, deep into her throat, she felt Terry's fingers opening the mouth of her sex, then probing inside: two fingers, then three. Deep, deep inside they pushed, until she felt them up against his own cock, separated only by the thin membranes of her body.
He pushed his fingers until he could feel his cock, stroking its glans, pressing it, as it slid in and out of her anus.
Stephanie was out of control. She was going wild with passion, wild with pleasure, wild with the feeling of being penetrated and used. She was so close to coming it was almost unbearable. In the darkness behind her closed eyelids, she saw the Inquisitor approaching her, his mouth forming the word 'confess' and then, as Terry's cock bucked and spasmed in the tight confines of her rear, as Alex's cock forced its way down her throat, she came. It was longer than before, more intense, her body locking itself around the invaders. She came over Terry's fingers and over his cock, the feelings of his and her orgasm fusing together like bolts of blue lightning.
Just as she regained her ability to feel, as she came down from her high, the cock in her mouth started to jerk. Her mouth had used it as a gag, sucking on it, forming words over it, expelling superheated air from the endless orgasm over it, using it to quell her feelings. But it was not a gag. It was alive and starved of sex. Even though he had only just come, Stephanie's treatment - and the incredible spectacle in front of his eyes - was too much for Alex, and spunk jetted out again into her willing mouth.
Stephanie sucked his cock forcefully, ran her tongue onto the slit of the urethra and felt the force of the spunk that shot out. Without warning her body convulsed again, pushed back on the cock and fingers still hard inside her, and she came again. All at once she tasted spunk and felt it trickling down her throat and her sex and her arse.
'Did you watch?'
They were sitting comfortably in the cabin of the galley, sipping champagne and watching the scenery go by as the boat was manoeuvred along the lake. They had taken the sledge ride then returned to the chalet to lunch on smoked salmon and quails' eggs, and then Stephanie had suggested they take the galley for a little excursion too.
'No,' the Baron replied.
'Oh, why not?' Stephanie felt disappointed.
'I thought you were entitled to a little privacy.'
'I can assure you, Baron, if I wanted privacy I would ask for it.'
'Well, to put it another way, let's say I prefer to reserve my pleasure until the evening.'
'This evening? In the pavilions?'
'Yes.'
'Um... I was thinking about that.'
'Really?'
'Yes. While I was engaged with those ardent young men.'
'I hope they were satisfactory.'
'Oh, perfectly.'
'No need to put them in the pit?'
'Well...' Stephanie was tempted to discover what the pit was. 'No, I suppose not.'
'And what were you thinking?'
'Oh, about the pavilions? The mind's a funny thing, isn't it? How it works. Consciously, I was most attracted to the bordello.'
'And unconsciously?'
'It appears the Inquisition has been playing on my mind.'
'That would be interesting. A female Inquisitor.'
'Oh, no,' Stephanie corrected quickly. 'I don't want to be an Inquisitor. I want to be his victim.'
The Baron laughed. 'Now that I did not expect.'
'Yes. Very definitely.'
She could see a sparkle of excitement in his eyes as he imagined the scene. 'That is easily arranged.'
'Good. And this time you will watch?'
'My dear, I wouldn't miss this for all the world.'
'Don't forget our deal,' Stephanie reminded him.
'I haven't.'
Stephanie stood up. It was warm in the cabin and she had discarded her fur coat. She slipped it back on her shoulders.
'And now...'
'Now?'
'I would like to see how fast this galley can go. I like speed.'
The Baron followed her out on to the central gangway. He issued orders to the muscular black overseer who immediately smiled broadly, displaying his large white teeth. His eyes admired Stephanie who, he was sure, had been the source of this idea.
The overseer strode out into the middle of the boat raising his whip aloft as Stephanie climbed up on to the top of the forecastle.
'In... out. In... out. In... out.'
The rowing got faster in time with the commands, and soon the boat was gliding through the water at some speed.
Stephanie heard the whip crack out but did not look down into the pit where the slaves toiled. She turned her face into the wind the movement was creating, letting it flow through her long black hair. She knew they were all watching her, hating her for making them work so hard, for the pain from the lash of the whip. But they all wanted her too. She knew that.
'Faster,' she cried, hearing their groans and listening to the relentless lash of the whip as it
urged them to greater and greater effort, greater effort for her. She felt her body thrill with sheer unadulterated pleasure, the pleasure of power.
'Faster,' she repeated.
'Had a good day?'
Devlin was still sitting at the table by the window, papers strewn about him.
'I saw the galley. Very impressive. I bet you enjoyed that. You looked wonderful, standing there, like a figurehead on a pirate ship.'
'Have you forgotten everything I taught you?' she snapped, the experience on the galley still shaping her mood.
Devlin looked up. There was no mistaking her tone of voice.
'No, mistress,' he said quietly.
'Come over here.'
He got up and started to walk towards her.
'How dare you. Get on your knees.'
He fell to the floor and crawled over to her, the master of a multi-million-pound empire reduced, instantly, to an abject slave.
'I should have you whipped. Get your head down on the carpet and don't move.'
Stephanie took off her fur coat, dropped it on the bed and went into the bathroom. Despite her exertions with the two men, or perhaps because of them, and certainly because of the feelings she had experienced on the galley, her body was tingling. In the bathroom she stripped off her clothes and stood under the shower, adjusting the water until it was as hot as she could take it.
The powerful needles of water cascaded over her body. She closed her eyes and raised her face into the stream, feeling the water running in little rivulets down over her breasts, channelled by her pelvis into her thick pubic hair. She rubbed soap against herself, around and over her breasts, down over the slender contours of her thighs and up between her legs until her black pubic hair was white with lather. Her body seemed to be vibrating, humming like a tuning fork after it had been struck. As she rubbed the soap into her labia she could feel how swollen they still were, pumped up, engorged. Her breasts, too, largely neglected by the two male slaves, felt incredibly tender, her nipples flashing with pleasure as she brushed over them.
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