by Leo Barton
One of the men, she assumed it was Rodolfo, held something cold and metallic that brushed the inside of Lillian's thigh. Then the surprise, for after stimulating her vulva, a hand slipped down between the cheeks of her bottom, and a finger jabbed into her anus, and once inside began to flick and squirm, causing a delightful sense of pressure inside her.
It didn't hurt. The finger had been lubricated, so that she could feel something cool and soothing spreading although the tight area. But then the pain, as the first ball was inserted, pushed hard up inside.
'Oh, it's so beautiful to watch you my dear. To watch these two lovely boys sticking those balls inside you. Is it tight? It looks ever so tight.'
The pain eased momentarily as the ball passed through the tight ring of her anus and slipped up her, pushing out the taut flesh of her tight channel, but then the second ball was pushed inside her. The blonde was gyrating her hips now, as Lillian flicked her tongue in and out of her quim. She was moaning appreciatively, her eyes still glued on the scene below. The third and the fourth ball entered, so that Lillian felt completely stuffed. Surely they could not squeeze the last one in, but somehow they managed it. Lillian felt her eyes moisten with the pain. She waited for the tug on the ribbon to come, knowing she could not endure such discomfort indefinitely.
But it did not come. The pain grew inside in tremendous waves. She waited and she waited. The blonde was amazing in the way that Lillian could feel how her labial lips were engaging, how she managed to continue to gyrate her and still glide her silk-gloved hand over the soft flesh of Lillian's sex.
Then the deeper shock. A large pearl-white dildo was being inserted between her labial lips. This was impossible. As it slipped inside her the pressure mounted on both sides of the thin membrane that divided her vagina from her rectum. The dildo had been artfully inserted, gently with tender care, but the affect was worse, the pain more gradual. It was a tremendous sensation that excited her by its mere immensity than anything else she had ever experienced in her life. She was going beyond that boundary of pain and pleasure. She no longer knew what to call it. This was totally on another level. She was in a different erotic dimension. She did not know whether to scream out with the torment that was wracking her body or to shriek in orgasmic reverie.
Her climax was building solidly inside her. There was a third immense sense of heaviness, in addition to that in her bottom and in her quim. She knew it was the blonde who was manipulating the dildo up and down the stretched muscles of her quim, rubbing it against the slicked walls of her and making her feel the pressure of the balls that more intensely. But what was more incredible, the blonde's hand reaching onto the flat of her stomach, pressing so that the pressure became so intense that Lillian thought she must explode, so unbearable was it, so acute, so immense.
Guiseppe suddenly tugged at the balls. Another lever, another higher level of pained pleasure, shaking her body in five sharp bursts.
She was amazed that she still hadn't come.
'I'm glad to see, my darling, that you have resisted the temptation because we still have so many more pleasures for you to sample,' the blonde said as she withdrew her sex from Lillian's mouth.
She could still feel the remnant of pain surging through her body, but now she felt it as a loss, as an emptiness. She wanted more. She wanted them to hurt her more.
'Guiseppe, Rodolfo, tie her to the bed,' the blonde instructed.
Guiseppe was handed some silk scarves by the woman. He passed one to Rodolfo, then they pushed Lillian roughly onto the bed. While Rodolfo gathered one hand, Guiseppe grabbed the other...
'No, not like. On her back. I want her to watch. I want her to see everything. Lillian, there are lots of types of pain. Some of them are physical. Some are more what we would call metaphysical.'
Lillian wondered what she meant and what exactly they were going to do with her. Rodolfo and Guiseppe tethered her hand tightly to the metal bedposts behind her.
'Lillian, you are desperate and you will stay in that state. You want nothing more than to relieve yourself with your hands but clearly you won't be able to. Tie her legs too, gentlemen.'
Rodolfo did as his mistress had instructed and bound Lillian by the ankles.
'Undress, gentlemen.'
Lillian watched jealously as the two men took off their clothes. They both had gloriously muscular bodies with firmed stomachs and beautiful curved, strong-looking chests.
'Let's go over there, near the bed.'
They were only inches away from Lillian. She watched as the blonde kneeled before them and while holding Guiseppe's cock, massaging it firmly in her hand she sank her mouth onto Rodolfo's erect manhood.
It was an agony for Lillian to watch. There was nothing she would have wanted more in the world at that moment than to take one of those glorious men in her mouth, to glide her lips down their greased and sturdy shafts as the blonde was cruelly doing before her. While her mind suffered the mental torment, her stomach twisted in excitement.
When the woman removed her mouth from Rodolfo she pressed her scarlet lips onto Guiseppe. Lillian watched how Rodolfo's cock spasmed before the other woman's eyes, the head twitching upward, as if the slightest contact of a hand or mouth would bring him to orgasm.
The blonde sucked hard on Guiseppe at the same time as grabbing Rodolfo's heavy balls and squeezing. Her head angled back as she moved up his cock to concentrate on licking the purple head. Then she moved down the shaft, licking him all the way to the loose sagging skin of his scrotum. She took each of his balls in her mouth, sucking them hungrily.
'Would you like one of these delightful specimens?' the blonde asked, although she did not expect a reply. It was self-evident. It was also obvious that she had complete control, for when Guiseppe absentmindedly rested his hand in her hair she quickly withdrew her mouth and admonished him.
'No touching. Remember?'
Guiseppe looked sheepish. 'Yes, mistress.'
She turned Guiseppe around so that Lillian had a perfect view of his fine rump. She could see how the blonde's finger was trailing past his perineum, then pressing inside his anus.
It was a terrible torture for Lillian. She was desperately excited, as the blonde had said she would be. She watched as the woman used her finger to frig Guiseppe and her other hand stroked her swollen labial lips. If only she could do that, to bring release to the mounting sexual pressure that blanked her mind of all other considerations.
'Now, gentlemen, fuck me and fuck me hard, but you mustn't come. And let's make sure that Lillian has a perfect view.'
Guiseppe was so strong. After the blonde had disrobed he lifted her off the floor and holding her firmly by the thighs, widened her legs so that her pudenda glistened before Lillian's eyes.
'Wouldn't you like to touch it again, darling? Wouldn't you like to take me in your mouth, nibble on my clit?'
Lillian didn't answer. She tried to close her eyes to block out such an enticing view, but she couldn't resist watching the pitiless spectacle that was to be played out before her eyes, as the blonde was lowered onto Rodolfo's steely shaft. Lillian had a perfect view. Rodolfo grabbed the nameless woman by her hips and jabbed into her. The blonde's weight rested against Rodolfo's firm chest, his hands manipulating her erect nipples, squeezing them, tugging them, the addition of pain adding to the feverish sexual pleasure she must have been enjoying. Her head tossed back, her breasts swayed with each stroke of Guiseppe's inexhaustible cock, his groin slapping against the blonde's stretched inner thighs. While Guiseppe thundered inside her, she thrust downward trying to impale herself harder onto his cock.
Lillian could feel her whole body tingle. If only they would touch her, or whip her or fuck her. Anything would have been preferable to this torture, this being able to watch but do nothing. If only she could touch herself, but her bonds had been expertly tied, her ankles too tightly secured for her to even rub her thighs together. She was fascinated by the sight which met her gaze, but part of her wished it would
be over, so that they could untie her and liberate from the constriction of such cruel torture.
She watched how Rodolfo, still holding the beautiful woman with one hand, angled his cock and pressed against her anus until he had managed to gain entry inside her. The blonde was now shrieking with wild delight as she was sandwiched between these two fabulous men, filled with their strong, urgent cocks.
The blonde was coming, her body writhing in her orgasm, her head tossing from side to side. She let out a frenzied scream and then her body collapsed in the pleasure that the two men had brought to her. Lillian also sighed, thinking that now her ordeal was about to come to an end, not realising just what a sadist she was.
'Okay,' she said once she had caught her breath. You didn't come boys, good. So your cocks are itching for more pussy, itching to take that beautiful girl on the bed who craves to have a cock inside her. Wonderful boys, this is the perfect time to leave her. What a splendid torture it will be. Come on, let's take our clothes and go. I'm sure we can find a couple of women who will be more than happy to be fucked by you. Bye Lillian.'
Lillian watched as the men looked wistfully in her direction. They walked out of the room naked, carrying their clothes in their hands. The blonde turned off the light, leaving Lillian in complete darkness, before closing the door firmly.
Lillian felt terrible. This was much worse than when Everton had teased her all those times, bringing her close to the brink of orgasm, but only to leave her unfulfilled.
There were noises coming from next door too, sexual noises, a crescendo of moaning, the heavy panting of a man. Maybe it was Rodolfo or Guiseppe, servicing the needs of another woman as the blonde blithely looked on.
She had no idea how long it was until her desire eventually faded and was replaced by her preceding sense of exhaustion, but eventually she must have fallen asleep.
She woke up with a stinging sensation emanating from between her spread thighs. Consciousness came back to her slowly; she remembered that her legs had been tied together but now they seemed fastened to the posts at the foot of the bed. This realisation came just before she knew that there were other people in the room with her. How many? There was more than one. Two? Three? No, there seemed to be so many more. She was still in darkness but as her eyes recovered some night sight, she could see figures forming around her.
Why were her labial lips burning so much? 'Who's there?' she asked tentatively. Suddenly a light was flicked on and she could see a crowd of people staring at her naked body. Beside the blonde woman, Guiseppe and Rodolfo, there was also a crowd of other people she didn't recognise. And somewhere beyond was Lord Willingham and James Hyde-Lee. Nobody spoke.
The light dazzled her. It was no ordinary light. It was so brilliant she could feel its heat. It was like an arc light beaming at her from no more than six feet away. It made her skin seem luminous.
Suddenly she felt in great danger. As if Willingham sensed her fear he spoke to her in a quiet, gentle voice.
'Don't worry, Lillian.'
She got distracted momentarily from Willingham's words as she felt the searing, burning pain in her sex. Willingham continued. 'We aren't here to hurt you, dear. Or at least not to hurt you any more than you want to be hurt. We came back to bring you pleasure. We came to give you your reward. We brought some of the guests with us. Now, just to show that we intend to keep our word to you, these kind people are going to prepare you.'
Prepare her? Lillian had no idea what she was being prepared for, nor did she trust the kindly tone of her master.
The blonde knelt before her spread thighs and began to flatten her tongue over the mouth of Lillian's vagina. It was beautiful; the pain burning between her legs suffused into a wonderful tingling that reminded her of the intensity of her previous aroused state when she had been watching Guiseppe and Rodolfo fucking the blonde.
Lillian wished that somebody would turn the light off, or at least that all these other people would go away so that she could enjoy being pleasured without everybody looking and without such a horrible blinding light in her face.
Rodolfo and Guiseppe had gone and crouched down either side of her on the bed, their long cocks held temptingly before her. She arched her neck to take Rodolfo's stiff cock into her mouth, licking the bulbous dome with her tongue first, before sliding her rouged lips down the shaft. She would have liked to cup his dangling balls in the flat of her palm, but her constricted hands meant she could only service him with her mouth. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Guiseppe was slowly masturbating himself, maintaining his erection for when his turn came.
Lillian did not look to see whose hands were stroking her body, massaging her voluptuous breasts, or pressing down on her stomach. She could feel a woman's delicate hand rubbing between her thighs.
She had never experienced anything like this before, nothing quite as pleasurable. It was beautiful to feel Rodolfo's engorged tool twitch in her mouth. She knew he was coming. His body suddenly bucked backward, his hips locking in the orgasmic tension which preceded the jet of sperm which washed the back of her throat. She lolled her head back to drink every drop of his thick sperm.
No sooner had he withdrawn from her than Guiseppe fed his thicker stubbier cock inside her, his juice mingling with Rodolfo's. Guiseppe was much rougher. He was not prepared to wait upon Lillian's rhythmic bobbing. He held her head in a hard grip and propelled his cock in and out of her mouth. He was more violent and passionate, a beautiful distraction from the intense pleasure building up inside her, bubbling in her heaving chest. She swallowed Guiseppe's cock in her mouth, her lips sucking to the base of his shaft. It was amazing how she could fit him all in.
The blonde lifted her head from between Lillian's thighs.
'Oh, my dear, what an expert you are!' she exclaimed, complimenting Lillian on her skill at fellatio. Fortunately the blonde had left her gloved hand between Lillian's thighs, and her fingers grazed the tip of her unsheathed clitoris, continuing to stimulate the English girl.
'We have a little surprise for you, Lillian,' Lord Willingham spoke again. 'You are going to be serviced by none less than this year's president.'
Lillian didn't quite understand what was going on. She had assumed that this was some kind of Janusian gathering, but little did she know that they had a president.
She could only see the first row of people beside her; the rest were lost in the darkness beyond the fringe of intense light.
The people standing immediately behind the blonde stepped aside. It wasn't Willingham at all. It was him. She remembered him from countless pictures from that other life she'd once had. She'd even spoken to him, stayed at his house for a week. He'd been charming, mildly flirtatious, but generally an absolutely delightful old man. Yes, it was him: William Julian Symonds.
'Isn't she beautiful, Julian?' It was Willingham speaking.
Symonds took his cock from his trousers and held it in his hand. His ancient body touched Lillian and made her shudder.
There were three men standing forward now, all haloed in the bright light. Symonds stood in the middle, Lance Willingham at his left side and James Hyde-Lee at the right. The word triptych came into her mind but she was not sure why.
'Yes, she is.' He stood beside her and sank his firm penis into her mouth. She had no option but to suck him, as she was frightened of Willingham's disapproval. 'You know that once I met her. She came to interview me as she did you, James. I never thought of doing anything like you have done...' All the time Lillian kept on sucking his old penis. '...But I rather wish I had. It was a worrying time for me, dear, you know that. You could have gotten me into a lot of problems. We were having a party downstairs. She was sleeping in an upstairs room. She only started sleepwalking, didn't she. Frightened the life out of all of us when she burst in on our little fun. You know Emily here, and some of the boy slaves she has, were having a grand bit of fun down there... no don't stop dear, please...' He pulled her head further onto him.
Suddenly
the aged Symonds pulled out of her, then climbed onto the bed with the aid of Guiseppe and Rodolfo, and positioned himself between Lillian's legs.
'Welcome to the Order of Janus, Lillian,' he said, before thrusting hard into her, reaching his wrinkled hands over her breasts and tugging her nipples until it pained her.
There was a terrible sense of ambivalence inside her, for she did desperately want to have sex, but the idea of having sex with elderly Symonds repulsed her. He breathed heavily on her throat as he thrust into her. He was still surprisingly strong for his age. He spread her legs wider and wider until it made her ache, sinking his pole harder into her.
Lillian looked around her. There were so many eyes looking at her. Willingham was smiling almost benignly at her. Hyde-Lee too. And this old man was fucking her hard. Hard enough for her at last to feel herself coming. She was coming. She couldn't help it. As Symonds gushed into her she exploded into an incredibly violent orgasm.
Epilogue
The book was generally well received, even if it was published six months after its original deadline and by a different publisher - an old friend of Willingham and a member of the Order of Janus - which meant that Willingham had to pay out a considerable amount of money to reimburse the first. There were critics, however, who said that the biography lacked a greater sense of critical thinking, and one who called it hagiographic.
Lillian gave a number of interviews, many conducted in the Roman apartment of a friend of Lord Willingham. Here she got to meet a beautiful Italian woman called Isabella. When Willingham took them both there he spent a very pleasant afternoon tying them to a chandelier and whipping them with a riding crop. When various literary journals came to see her, Hyde-Lee had primed her well enough so that she knew what she had to say. This was especially true if she knew that Willingham was in the room next door.
