by Vivi Anna
“I will do what I have to.” Rose put her hand out toward Cinda.
“So will I.” Cinda covered Rose’s hand with her own.
Snowden covered their hands with hers. “And I.”
So the three made a pact. A pact to exact their revenge on Prince Charming.
CHAPTER FIVE
Days went by without incident. The kingdom prepared joyously for the impending wedding. Jack went about his duties with a diligence and vigor expected from a Prince anticipating marriage to his Princess. His thoughts about Rose’s loss of reason vacated his mind. Her little show must have been a moment of weakness, he concluded. As her hunger for him was as bountiful as ever.
They had coupled voraciously since that night. She met him for a moonlit stroll and they ripped at each other on the grass of the courtyard.
She also surprised him one evening in his bedchambers. At first, Jack had thought it was his Mistress. They were both of fair hair. But he soon realized it was Rose who came to ride him hard all through the night hours.
She had orgasmed three times that night. She made love with renewed vigor, like she had suddenly stumbled upon a powerful aphrodisiac. Jack did not complain.
He was feeling so relaxed and at ease that he was taken by complete surprise when his Mistress did come to call one dark and stormy night.
Jack lay on his bed covers naked. The window shutters were open and the stormy breeze blew over his skin. He loved the feeling of the night air on his bare flesh.
He snapped awake as the hood was yanked over his head. He tried to lash out, but soon realized his hands were bound together with heavy rope.
He felt the cool sharp point of a blade pressed against his lower belly.
“Struggle and you will lose all that you cherish.” The blade slid down to his flaccid penis.
Jack stopped moving. He lay perfectly still. The low voice sounded familiar.
“Now, you will stand up and walk. Any sudden movements and I will run you through. Do you understand?”
Jack nodded inside the hood. He hoped his abductor saw the movement.
He sat up and gained his feet. He walked the way he was roughly guided.
From his judgment, he guessed there were at least two captors. One walked in front of him, and one in back. He had a feeling there was a third presence but had no indication of his whereabouts.
They guided him out of the palace and through the courtyard. They were very careful and never once were afraid of guard detection. He suspected that they knew their way around the grounds. His abductors were known to him, of that he was sure.
He walked a long time through the woods. He stumbled once. They picked him up roughly and pushed him forward. They came to a road. Jack could feel the soft earth underneath his bare feet. He heard horses.
They helped him up into a carriage. Only one them accompanied him as the horse galloped quickly. They were on the road not long, before they
came to a full stop. He was helped out of the carriage. He was shoved through a door. He stumbled onto the wooden floor. He was picked up and sat in a chair. He was bound to it. They tied his hands behind the chair, and his legs bound to the chair legs. Then he was left.
Jack did not know how long he sat there. It seemed a long time before he heard movement in the room. His arms and legs were stiffening. Pain started to radiate in his shoulder from the restraint.
He felt movement behind him. His hood was removed. Jack blinked at the change, his eyes adjusting to the light. There were candles lit around the room, giving it a soft golden glow.
A figure swam into view. He shook his head. He must have fallen asleep and was dreaming.
Rose stood before him in a gauzy white gown. She looked like an angel smiling down at him.
“Rose?”
“Yes, darling. It’s me.”
“What are you doing here? What is going on?”
“We have some unfinished business with you.”
“We?”
“Yes, Jack, we.” Cinda stepped from behind him. She walked over to stand beside Rose.
He shook his head to clear it. “I don’t understand.”
“Sure you do. You’ve been a naughty boy, Jack. And you know what naughty boys get, don’t you?” Cinda smiled. “Punishment. This is your punishment.”
He cringed. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. You know I love you, Mistress.”
Cinda softened. “I know, dear sir. Just as you love Rose, right?”
“Yes,” he nodded. “Yes, just like I love Rose. I love her too.”
“Just as you love me, my lord?”
Rose and Cinda stepped apart. Snowden stepped from the shadows to stand between them. Jack blinked his eyes. It couldn’t be?
She was dressed in a sheer dressing gown. Her inky hair flowed around her shoulders. Her lips were stained red. Her nipples were just as rosy through the material of her gown. She looked like a goddess of the night, not the innocent beauty he remembered.
“Snowden? Is it you?”
She smiled. “Yes, dear Jack. Do you like how I look? You’ve made me into this, my lord. A wanton whore.”
He struggled against his ropes. “No! You are not a whore. None of you are. That is not how I see you.”
“But that is what you made us,” Cinda said.
“I’m sorry. I cherish all of you. I adore you. I love you. Please, can’t you see that?”
“That’s the problem, Jack. We don’t see that. We don’t believe you,”
Rose said.
“I’ll do anything to prove it to you. I’ll do anything you want.”
All three of them smiled. “That’s the idea, Jack. By the end, you’ll be begging us to love you.”
Jack stared at them wide-eyed. They looked like a coven of witches.
All seductive and deadly with their spells. They were all dressed the same he realized now, their hair all worn down and around their shoulders. He could clearly see all of their bodies through the thin material. Each full bodied and flushed with excitement.
“What are you going to do to me?”
“What you have been doing to each of us time and time again. We’re going to taunt you. Tease you. Bring to the edge of release then bring you back down again. Pleasure you until you want to faint, then take it away, leaving you panting and breathless and so painfully wanton that you could die.” Cinda walked close to him. She brushed her hand over his cheek.
When he nuzzled into it, she took it away.
She stood behind him. She bent over his shoulder and kissed him on the neck. She whispered into his ear. “I want you to beg me for it, just like old times.” She stepped around the chair and stood before him, only inches away. Her breasts heaved lustily. “Except this time, I won’t give it to you.”
Jack moaned. He could smell her. He could smell all of them. Their scents were all different but all very female. His cock started to twitch.
Cinda looked down at it. She smiled ferally. “I think Jack’s ready to play.”
She stepped back next to the others. They all smiled knowingly at one another. Their eyes burned in the candlelight. They were all enjoying this.
Desire flashed across their faces. Lust dripped between their legs.
They walked up to stand in front of him. Cinda on one side of Snowden, Rose on the other. Cinda put her hand on Snowden’s shoulder.
“Is this what you want? This beautiful innocent flower. She was just budding for you, Jack. She blooms for us.”
Cinda trailed her hand down over Snowden’s breast. She squeezed lightly. Snowden dropped her head back, surrendering herself to the moment. Cinda tweaked her nipple through the fabric. A soft moan escaped Snowden’s cherry lips.
Jack bit down on his lip as he tried to strain forward. His cock was hardening. It swelled quickly at the scene of these women, his women, surrendering to each other.
“Is this what you want, Jack?” Cinda yelled as she tore at Snowden’s gown. The buttons ripped and the flimsy
material slid to the floor.
Snowden gasped at Cinda’s savagery. She stood naked before them quivering with arousal.
Rose too was shocked by Cinda’s rage. But just as she was offended, she was also excited. Her sex began to ache painfully. She could feel it drip with lust.
“Is she not glorious? Is she not radiant?” Cinda trailed her hand up and down possessively over Snowden’s body.
“Yes,” he whimpered, his cock aching painfully.
“Yes what!” Cinda screamed.
“Yes, she’s magnificent!”
“And do you want her, Jack? Do you want to stick your cock up into her? Feel her warm gooey flesh envelop your stiff shaft?”
Snowden groaned as Cinda talked. Her words were inflaming her. She had never heard such filth come from a woman’s mouth. She never knew a woman could be so forceful like a man.
Cinda put her hand over Snowden's pubic mound. She didn’t move it just left it there as if to cover her up.
“Yes, I want her! I want to fuck her until she screams!”
Snowden flinched at the curse. But her body responded even as her mind repulsed. She could feel desire trickle down the insides of her thighs.
Her nipples blushed crimson and reached out painfully to be touched. She could feel Rose’s hot breath on her shoulder. Snowden could see in her face that she was just as aroused.
Cinda pulled her closer to Jack’s shaking body. She looked down at his cock. It was purple. She could see the veins throb with each beat of his heart.
“Take a good long look, Jack. Inhale her musky scent. Because you will never have her again. She does not belong to you any longer. None of us do.”
Cinda pushed Snowden forward. She made her straddle Jack’s lap but without touching. Snowden’s breasts were an inch away from his mouth.
And her sex was a breath away from his quivering cock.
Snowden could hardly breathe. She desperately wanted to impale herself on Jack. She wanted to smother his face between her aching breasts.
She needed release. Their plan had backfired. She was in more pain than he could ever be. She looked to Rose. She was looking down at Jack’s weeping penis. Her face was as tortured as Snowden’s.
Cinda was oblivious to their pain. She was enjoying this considerably.
Her plan had been three-fold. Get revenge on them all. They had all played into it perfectly.
Jack could almost taste Snowden’s flesh. He could almost feel her wrapped around his cock. Drops of her lust dribbled onto his swollen head.
His cock quivered for more.
Cinda bent down level with his groin. She breathed in their mingling scents of arousal. She gazed upon his throbbing member and her weeping pussy.
“So close, Jack. Oh so close. Can you feel her heat? I can.”
Cinda’s hot breath played across Snowden’s swollen labia. It tickled her throbbing clit. She nearly climaxed just from that slightest contact. She
couldn’t hold on any longer. She wanted release. She started to bend her legs.
Cinda caught the movement. She stood up and pulled Snowden off Jack’s lap.
“No, no, no. We mustn’t give Jack any fun.”
Snowden fell forward grabbing Cinda around the neck. She pressed her face into her throat. “I can’t do it. I need to come.”
“You will. I promise you. We all will, well everyone except Jack.”
Cinda righted Snowden and stepped up to Jack again. “Ready to beg?”
“Yes.”
“So soon. I thought you more man than that.”
She grabbed Rose and brought her forward. She turned her around and yanked up her gown. She trailed a hand over Rose’s buttocks. “How about this? Will you beg for this?”
“Yes! Yes!”
She bent Rose over. Her bum protruding toward his face. She slid her finger into the valley between her cheeks. She rubbed it up and down.
Lubricating it with Rose’s lusty juices.
Rose moaned at the touch. She spread her legs involuntary. She needed it. She wanted it. She didn’t care who was touching her. It was all pleasure to her.
Cinda stopped her intimate touching. She could feel Rose writhe under her hand. She didn’t want her to have her release yet either.
She pushed Rose away. She kneeled down in front of Jack, making her eyes level with his. “You can’t have her either.”
She smiled and leaned closer to his quaking penis. She blew across the head. Jack groaned loudly. She could see him straining. “And you can’t have me. All you’ll be left with will be your Lady Gwendolyn. And I’m not sure if she’ll do the things you like, Jack. No more sex in the forest. No more quickies in the gardens or on your daddy’s throne. And no more sting of my riding-crop. You’ll be resigned to having sex with the lights out under the covers in missionary style. How do you feel about that?”
She trailed a finger lightly over the head of his cock. She trailed her finger down one side and up the other. She continued to blow across the tip.
Jack squeezed his eyes shut. He was going mad. Her words were singeing him from the inside out. Her slightest touch was sending jolts of exquisite pain through his body. He could take no more. He was going to come.
Cinda knew he was ready to explode. She could see his scrotum tighten, and the muscles in his legs bulge. She continued to lightly touch him.
Jack screamed out as he came. His hot seed spurt violently from his cock. It was like shooting fire. He teetered dizzily on the brink of pain.
They all watched as he came. They smiled at the satisfaction. He had come from merely watching them, looking at them, and smelling them.
They had the power, not him.
“Shall we release him now?” Rose asked, her face still flushed.
“Yes, I think he’s learned his lesson.”
“What about us? I still need to come.” Snowden leaned against the wooden table. Her breath came in short pants. She legs were spread provocatively.
Cinda came to her. She leered at her. “I could finish you off if you’d like?”
Snowden tried to back away. She pushed back on the table as Cinda pressed into her. She could feel her body heat against hers. Lust fluttered at her sex.
“No. You are more power hungry than he is.”
Cinda snapped her teeth at Snowden. “No, I’m just hungry.”
Even as Snowden retreated, her body quaked with need. Her sex continued to weep for liberation.
Cinda leered down at Snowden. She looked at her open sex. She could see the sticky residue of her lust on the insides of her thighs. She licked her lips.
Rose came up beside them. “Leave her be. This was about Jack. Our revenge against Jack, right?”
Cinda turned her head to look at Rose. “You’re right, princess.”
She gathered herself and went to untie Jack. But first she reached in the pocket of her cloak and pulled out a small glass vial. She uncorked it and waved it under Jack’s nose. His head started to lull.
Rose looked suspiciously at her. “What is it you just did?”
“Smelling salts. Wakes him up.”
Cinda leaned down and helped Jack stand. He leaned against Cinda.
His legs throbbed and his shoulders ached. His mind was still clouded.
“I’ll take the Prince and drop him off close to the castle. You two clear this house and make your own way.”
“Shall we meet again?” Snowden asked.
“What for? Our task is done. There should be no reason for us to ever meet again.” Cinda put the hood over Jack’s head. She helped him to the door. She opened it and they went out into the night.
Rose and Snowden heard the carriage rumble in retreat down the dirt road.
CHAPTER SIX
Rose picked up Snowden’s torn gown and handed it to her. She took it and gazed down at it in her shaking hand. She still quaked with arousal.
She slipped it over her head. It hung down, but was ripped at the bodice.
/> Her breasts spilled out between the torn threads.
Rose handed Snowden her cloak. “We must hurry. The sun will be rising soon.”
“I do not trust Cinda,” Snowden commented as she took the cloak.
“Nor do I. That is why we should hurry.” Rose put her cloak on. She put up the hood when she heard movement outside.
She turned to Snowden, who also heard the noise. Horses and heavy footfalls.
“By the order of the King’s guard, you are commanded to surrender.” A deep male voice boomed.
Snowden grabbed onto Rose’s arm. “What do we do?”
Rose bent her head and closed her eyes. “We surrender.”
The door was kicked down. Two large men, swords slung at their hips, entered the room.
Rose raised her head and opened her eyes. She gasped. “Philip?”
“Princess? What are you doing here? We were told that Prince Edward’s kidnappers were holed up here.”
He surveyed the room, taking in the single wooden chair and neglected ropes on the floor. His eyes roamed over Rose and Snowden, taking in their transparent gowns and flushed faces.
“What is the meaning of this? Why are you dressed as a whore?”
Rose flinched at the insult. Anger vibrated throughout her body. She was tired of apologizing for her sexual appetites. If Philip could not handle her desires then he was not worthy of her any longer.
She shrugged off her cloak. She put her hands on her hips. “Do you not like how I look? Is my body not pleasing to you?”
Philip swallowed. He gazed at his wife. “Your body is very pleasing, my lady.”
“Then why don’t you take me?”
Philip looked around. He glanced at his guard, and Snowden. “Now?”
“Yes, now. I want your cock deep inside me.”
Philip flinched. “My lady, your talk is not becoming. It is filth, spoken by whores.”
She smiled. “But does it inflame you, Philip. Does it make your cock twitch?”
“Yes, my lady. Yes.”
“Then come to me, my husband, and be my lover.”
She held her hand out, beckoning him.
“But what of this girl? Who is she?” He motioned to Snowden who stood still beside Rose.
