When The Gavel Falls (Masters of the Castle)

by Tabitha Black

  Silver groaned and lifted a foot off the floor as Travis whacked her with the crop a second time.

  "Feet on the floor, girl," Trevor ordered. "No stamping."

  "Sorry Sir. It's a-a crop, Sir."

  "You're way too good at this," Travis said, giving her one final stroke with the evil rod before tossing it aside.

  "Or maybe she just really wants to suck your dick," Trevor added, picking up a Lexan paddle. "Let's make this a little harder for our sweet Silver girl."

  SMACK! The square of transparent plastic splatted against her right buttock, and for the first time, Silver raised her head and howled.

  "Aww, someone's not a fan of stingy, is she?" Travis said with a grin.

  "She's loving every moment of this. Aren't you?" Trevor reached between her thighs, sliding two fingers inside her slick pussy in one fluid motion. "You're fucking dripping."

  "Oh God," Silver moaned, bucking as his fingertips found that agonising, sweet spot inside her and began to stroke it roughly. "Please, Sir... please..."

  "Are you kidding me? You wanna come already?"

  "Yes! Oh God, please!"

  "Nope." He drew his fingers back out of her and wiped her juice off on the inside of her thigh.

  Silver groaned, arching her back. Trevor took advantage of such a beautifully presented target and whacked it with the Lexan again.

  "Oww! That thing really hurts!"

  Travis chuckled. "And my hard-on has been chafing against the inside of my pants since the moment you walked up on stage. We all have our cross to bear, sweetheart."

  Silver's giggle was cut short as Trevor laid the paddle hard right across her sit-spots. "We're finally getting some color," he mused, running his hands over her hot buttocks. "Are you able to guess what that nasty thing was?"

  "Some sort of paddle. A Lexan?"

  "She's just too fucking good." Travis took off his belt. "She'll probably get this one, too." Doubling the leather, he held the buckle and end tightly, and brought the loop down across both her cheeks.

  "That's not fair," she gasped, raising her head so they could hear her more clearly. "How come you're both allowed to swear and I'm not?"

  Trevor moved around the bed and bent down. Wrapping some of her long platinum hair around his fist, he turned her face to his and kissed her, hard, his tongue stabbing in her mouth until she was moaning against his lips. Breaking away, he glanced at Trav, who was waiting expectantly, one eyebrow raised, and nodded.

  THWAP! As his brother brought the belt down on her buttocks over and over again, Silver gazed at Trevor, her beautiful icy aquamarine eyes glazed with lust. "Harder," he said, "she's barely feeling it."

  Travis was happy to oblige, strapping her over and over again until her formerly pale flesh was crisscrossed with scarlet stripes. As the sound of leather striking skin filled the room, Trevor leaned down and whispered in Silver's ear.

  "You're fucking beautiful," he said. "The look in your eyes when we're hurting you makes me so goddamn hard."

  Silver whimpered, arching her back and thrusting out her bottom as if begging for more.

  As the belt swats reached a crescendo, Trev leaned in again and kissed her once more, relishing the soft feel of her full lips as they yielded to his own. "You ready to be fucked?" he asked, roughly.

  She nodded, and he could see how hard she was breathing.

  "Well you'll just have to wait," he said brusquely, and let go of her hair. Walking back to where his brother had just finished with the belt, Trevor ran his fingertips over the welts, the skin scorching hot and rough to the touch. Travis hadn't held back, but she was turning out to be as much of a maso as she'd said, and he could barely believe his luck. A girl like this was rare. And she'd hardly even be bruised tomorrow, he reckoned, casting a practiced eye over the marks.

  Catching Travis's eye, Trevor motioned to one of the canes he had laid out against the wall. "Thanks," he said, as he took it, swishing it through the air once or twice. Silver had heard the unmistakable sound and gone completely still.

  "Relax little one, just breathe and remember your safewords," Travis said, sliding a hand between her thighs and grinding his palm up against her hard little clit. She moaned and rotated her hips, proof of her arousal dripping into his hand.

  "If you take the next few strokes like a good little girl, I promise you we will make you come until you're begging us to stop," he said, giving her clit a firm pinch before removing his fingers. Silver shuddered and gasped.

  "She's hating every second of this," he told Trevor, the dimple in his cheek flashing as he grinned.

  "I can tell. There's a veritable puddle on your carpet," Trevor shot back, positioning himself to the left of her and tapping the cane against her bottom to gauge his aim. "And I'm so hard I'm about to explode. Listen up little girl," he addressed Silver. "Can you hear me?"

  "Y-yes, Sir," she panted.

  "You're getting three more strokes from me, and three more from Travis, and then we're going to fuck you until you're screaming. Understood?"

  "Th-thank you, Sir."

  Jesus, is this girl for real? No protests, no whining, no nothing? Trevor drank in the sight of her; the way her white blonde hair tumbled around her face, the stiff nipples standing out like miniature cherries on her soft, round breasts, the pronounced way her little waist dipped in, emphasizing her curvy hips and generous buttocks, tapering down to shapely legs and bare feet. Her toenails were painted a deep shade of violet. If he didn't plunge himself deep inside her soon—no matter where; her mouth, her cunt, her tight little ass—he feared he'd explode and ruin his suit pants.

  Taking a deep breath, he pulled the cane back and brought it swishing through the air to land with a sharp crack against her marked butt. A split-second later, Silver moaned and he saw her fingers twisting in the sheets.

  He lit into her again, the cane drawing neat tramlines across the lower half of her cheeks. She cried out and arched her back, and he caught a tantalizing glimpse of her glistening pussy lips. "One more from me, then it's Travis's turn," he said. "You're doing so well baby, you're making us proud."

  She turned her head then, and smiled at him, her eyes cloudy with arousal. Trevor couldn't remember the last time he had been so close to losing the control he was always so careful to maintain. Trav's just as smitten as I am, he thought ruefully, glancing at his brother, who was standing there, transfixed. What is it about her?

  He delivered his final stroke of the cane as quickly as he could without being careless, his dick twitching in his pants as she cried out again, her fingers twisting the sheets still further. "Over to you," he grunted, handing Travis the cane.

  Trevor had yanked his tie and shirt off by the time he'd reached the other end of the bed, and his belt and pants quickly followed suit. Cupping Silver's chin, he tilted her face up and kissed her hard. "You are just about the hottest little fucking thing," he murmured. "See what you're doing to me?"

  Her lovely eyes widened at the sight of his cock, which was fully erect, straining to reach his belly button. "Think you can take it all?"

  "I'd like to try, Sir," she said, and winced as Trav delivered his first stroke of the cane with his usual ruthless, precise aim.

  "Just mind your teeth," Trevor said. "You've got two more strokes coming, so you're gonna have to concentrate." He quickly positioned himself so as to give her easy access, and groaned as she slid her warm, wet mouth over his throbbing shaft. "Oh fuck, that's good," he said, his fingers tangling in her hair as he began to guide her head. "Open up Silver girl, see if you can take it all."

  Travis brought the cane down again, and she hummed, the vibrations tingling all the way down to his balls. "Such a good little girl," Trevor whispered, "relax your throat, show me how deep you can take it."

  She did as she was told, and he felt her muscles open to swallow him just as Travis gave her her third, and final, cane stroke. She whimpered around Trev's girth, but otherwise didn't move a muscle. "Fuck," he groaned, h
olding her head steady as he pushed himself in to the hilt.

  He knew she couldn't breathe, but she remained perfectly still, gazing up at him with those wide eyes. After a moment, Trevor pulled back, and Silver gasped, strings of drool still connecting her lips to his dick.

  It's the trust in her, he realized with a jolt. She's being completely unselfish, she barely knows us and yet she's letting us do whatever we want to her, knowing that she may not enjoy it—and that in itself is what's turning her on. Even though she was terrified, even though she's desperately insecure, she's committed herself to this completely, at least for the time she's promised to be with us.

  "You wanna come, baby?" he asked, stroking her hair.

  "Oh yes, please, Sir."

  "Can I go first?" Travis asked. Trevor glanced over to see that his brother, too, had stripped off, and was sporting an equally impressive hard-on.

  "Sure, it's only fair," Trevor said. "I got first suck. Oh and by the way, she can deep-throat."

  "No shit?" Trav raised an eyebrow. "Well she deserves some release for that alone," he went on, sliding an expert hand between her still-spread thighs.

  Trevor couldn't see what his brother was doing to Silver's pussy, but within a few moments she was quivering and he could see the tension building.

  "Look at me, keep your eyes on me," he ordered, holding her gaze.

  She did as she was told, biting her lip as Travis brought her ever closer. Trevor could hear how wet she was, and the hand not wrapped in her hair strayed down to stroke himself, almost as an afterthought.

  "Don't forget to ask," he told her. "You'd better not fucking come without permission, and you're not to look away, you hear me?"

  Silver whimpered helplessly. "Please..." she began.

  "Please what?" Trev gave Travis a nod, and the moist slapping sounds increased in volume and tempo.

  "Please, please may I cum?" she cried out, her body shuddering with the effort of holding back.

  "Please, please may I cum what?"

  "Sir!" She was almost shouting. "Please may I cum, Sir?"

  "Now, Silver girl," he growled, tugging her hair and holding her gaze. "Cum hard for us, now."

  Trevor watched her as she rocked with the force of her climax, raw moans escaping her lips, her eyes never leaving his face until she was spent and collapsed, still trembling, face-down on the bed. He glanced over at his brother. "Again," he said, and, pulling her head back up by her silky hair, guided his cock back into the soft velvety warmth of her mouth and throat.

  * * * * *

  Silver was almost delirious with pleasure. Never in her wildest fantasies had she ever imagined that anything could feel so utterly wonderful. There she was, naked and helpless, one man controlling her breathing with his delicious cock, and another behind her, with two fingers plunging in and out of her pussy and another on her clit, forcing her to climax over and over again... until she could feel the juice trickling down her thighs, and had lost count of how many times he had milked every last spasm of ecstasy from her body.

  Her bottom was hot and raw, and every time Travis pinched one of the welts, her insides twisted with the renewed focus on that heady mix of pleasure and pain.

  "I think it's time you had more than just my fingers inside you," she heard Travis say, and she moaned, helplessly.

  "Aw look at her, she's practically incoherent," Trevor murmured, once again withdrawing his cock and sliding it over her lips. "I don't think she can come anymore. You've broken her already." He grinned evilly.

  "Bullshit," his brother retorted.

  Silver moaned deep in her throat as she felt Travis's cock slide inside her raw pussy.

  "A little used, perhaps, but not broken." Travis continued, as he began to move in and out of her. "She'll cum again, if we tell her to."

  "She is very obedient," Trevor agreed.

  Silver licked the tip of his cock greedily, begging him with her eyes to let her swallow it once more.

  "And hungry too," he added, indulging her.

  As Trav gripped her hips and began to fuck her in earnest, and Trev did the same with her mouth, Silver closed her eyes as she felt the pressure begin to build again.

  "Wait until you feel this pussy," Travis said, "it's like this hot, wet, tight velvet sheath gripping you. Fucking amazing."

  "If you come one more time," Trevor growled, his hand gripping the back of her neck, "I'll come with you. Would you like that?"

  She tried to nod, but it was hard with his cock halfway down her throat and his hands holding her head in place.

  He smiled. "I'll take that as a yes, Silver girl. After all, it's not like you have a choice."

  Those words, combined with Travis's fingers once again finding her clit, brought her to the edge for what felt like the millionth time.

  She tried to ask permission, but her words were muffled.

  "What was that, Silver girl? You want to come? Again?" Trevor feigned surprise, and pulled himself free of her mouth.

  "Yes," she gasped, "please, Sir, please let me cum."

  "As Travis is the one fucking you, I think he should say when," Trev said, stroking her face. So make sure you listen out for his command."

  "Yes, Sir."

  She teetered on the brink for what felt like forever; her thighs trembling with the effort of holding her climax at bay until she heard Travis say the magic words. She was lost, oblivious to everything but what they were doing to her and the blissful sensation of being completely out of control.

  "Cum all over Daddy's cock now, baby," Travis growled at last, and she didn't need to be told twice. At the height of her orgasm, he pinched her bottom, sending her nerves into overdrive as she writhed and shuddered, impaled on them both.

  Trevor gave a grunt, then, and she felt his cock throb in her mouth a moment before the thick, salty liquid splashed against the back of her throat.

  Silver swallowed it hungrily, her pussy still contracting around Travis until he, too, gave a shout and came inside her, his fingers digging into her hips as he groaned his release.

  There was a long pause.

  "Well I don't know about you two, but I'd quite like a shower," Silver said.

  The twins chuckled. "Luckily our bathroom is plenty big enough for the three of us," Trevor said. "In fact, why don't we all hop into the spa?"

  Chapter Six

  If anything, the bathroom the twins shared was even bigger and more luxurious than the one Silver had in her guest quarters.

  She stood, awkwardly, in the corner, as Trevor filled the enormous spa tub with warm water, adding something to it which made the clear liquid turn opaque and creamy.

  "What's that?"

  "Organic, natural bath lotion," he said, walking towards her and lifting her chin with his fingertip. "Milk, a little honey, some other things."

  "So we could drink it?"

  "We could, but it wouldn't taste very good."

  She glanced around. "You have more toiletries than I do. I don't think I've ever seen so many hair products in a man's bathroom."

  He chuckled. "What can I say? Trav and I like to take care of ourselves."

  Silver ran her fingers through his thick, silky, dark blond hair. "It pays off," she whispered.

  "Did I say you could touch me?" he said, a note of warning in his voice.

  She snatched her hand away, her heart suddenly thudding in her chest.

  Then he broke into a chuckle. "Aw don't look so scared, sweetheart, I was kidding!"

  "That wasn't very nice!" Silver took a step away from him and pouted. "I thought I'd done something wrong."

  "Come here, Silver girl," his eyes were dancing as he took a step towards her and slid his arms around her waist. "I told you, Trav and I enjoy a good head-fuck. Believe me, if you'd done something wrong, you would know it. And besides," his tone grew low, urgent, "I'm not always very nice. You need to know that."

  She stared at him, shivering suddenly even in the big fluffy robe Travis had given he
r to wear while they got the bath ready. "Y-you're not?"

  His smile was the same predatory one he had given her during their first encounter in the cafeteria. It felt like a lifetime ago, but the same sensation of being his prey prickled over her.

  "I guess you'll have to find out, Silver girl."

  "Find out what?" Travis sauntered in, carrying a glass of water, which he handed to Silver. "Drink this baby, you need to stay hydrated."

  "Thank you." She took the glass and drank gratefully, only then realising how dry her throat had been.

  "Whether or not I'm always nice," Trevor answered him, his eyes never leaving her face.

  Travis chuckled. "To me, always. To a gorgeous little slave girl who's agreed to let him do whatever he wants to her..." he reached out and ran a finger across Silver's throat, making her shudder, "I don't know. We've never done this before. But I will tell you this. Trev's dark side runs deeper than mine."

  Despite herself, Silver smiled. "So you have this good cop, bad cop act down pat?" she asked, coyly.

  Travis shrugged. "Only when we need to."

  "No," Trevor cut in. "We do often put on an act. With guests. We're performers. But not with you. The next few days aren't about making you like us. They're about us using you for our own pleasure."

  There was a long pause, as Silver gazed at Trevor, trying to see beyond the dark eyes, to gauge what he was really thinking.

  Eventually the silence was broken by Travis. "Spa's ready. Last one in has to make breakfast in the morning."

  Silver shrugged off her robe and slipped into the warm, silky water, smiling as she was joined first by Travis, then Trevor. "I guess breakfast is on you," she said.

  "Ah," he said, grinning. "One of the many, many perks of this place is the fact that we don't have to cook. There's the café, the Buffet, the Masters' Private Dining Room and, of course, the Supper and Show. Although that costs extra."

  Silver leaned back against the side of the jacuzzi, savouring the way the water lapped almost at her neck. "That sounds like fun," she said. "What is it?"

  "It's a formal dinner held by the Castle every evening," Travis told her. "All the guests dress up in fancy period costume, get to enjoy a sumptuous banquet, and watch a show."