'I'll make sure you do.'
Devlin started to say something then stopped. He sipped his coffee instead, then tried again. 'When we met in London...'
'When we met or when we fucked?' Stephanie said, smiling broadly. She was in no mood for euphemisms.
'It was very special for me.'
'And for me. You are a very... unusual man.'
'Exactly. That's exactly what I wanted to say. I'm an unusual man. I seem to need unusual experiences to...'
'Turn you on?' she suggested.
'Yes.'
'Like the painting in your bedroom? The woman with the crimson cunt?' In London Devlin's erection seemed to have been dependent on a curious, though very beautiful, painting of a naked ménage à trois.
'Yes. And other things.'
'Sounds fascinating. Tell me more. What other things?'
'Things you might find... unacceptable.'
'And if I did? Find them unacceptable I mean?' She was teasing him.
'We could just be friends, of course,' he said, looking disappointed.
She took his hand, once again startled by how small it made her own look, and stroked the thick hair that grew above his knuckles.
'I'm a big girl Devlin. You'd be surprised what I can find acceptable. You'd be surprised what I can enjoy.' And Stephanie meant what she said. She had come a long way since she had met Devlin three months ago. Martin had led her along a road that she had no idea even existed but it had thrilled her, it had opened her, it had given her a sense of herself that she'd never had before. She had no idea what Devlin wanted this time but she knew this whole situation thrilled and excited her in the same way that her experience with Martin had done. She was at a point where she could accept and enjoy almost anything; it was a point of no return.
Devlin touched her cheek with the back of his huge hand, a remarkably tender touch.
'Not only are you an extraordinarily beautiful woman, you are obviously exceptional in other ways.'
'It's probably something you sensed in me. You made the right choice.'
'So it seems. More coffee?'
Stephanie wanted to say that she didn't want any more coffee, that she wanted him to stuff those enormous fingers deep into her cunt, nestling hot and exposed and probably wet, after all this talk, under her dress. But instead she said nothing, got to her feet and walked into the hall and up the stairs to the bedroom. She did not look behind her but heard Devlin following in her wake.
As she reached the ninth or tenth step she stopped and bent down to her ankle, taking it in both hands. From there she used her palms to smooth the nylon of the stocking all the way up her long leg, as though there was a wrinkle in it that she could not bear to tolerate for one moment longer. She reached the clip of the suspender and adjusted it to hold the stocking more tightly, her skirt hoisted up and out of the way. Devlin, standing stock still at the bottom of the staircase, watched transfixed, his eyes rooted to the white thigh above the black welt of the stocking. As she let her skirt fall back into place Stephanie glanced down over her shoulder, pleased at the look of pure lust she had created in Devlin. That, after all, was the idea.
In the bedroom she unzipped the black silk dress and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it as Devlin walked into the room, closing the door behind him. She stood in front of him in the black basque, sheer shiny black stockings and high heels, her legs apart, her arms akimbo. Devlin sat in one of the armchairs opposite the bed.
'This was my idea,' she said indicating the basque.
'What can I say? You're exquisite.' He touched the fingertips of his massive hands together in front of his mouth, as if in an attitude of prayer. He had a strange look in his eyes, a mixture of greedy desire and an almost thoughtful appreciation of aesthetic beauty. The thick black pubic hair was too dense for him to see Stephanie's labia but that was where his eyes seemed to rest.
'Do you like my breasts?'
Stephanie reached down into the bra cup of the basque and extracted her left breast. She pulled it up to her mouth and was just able to tease the already erect nipple with the tip of her tongue. Then she flattened the bra cup under the breast so it was fully exposed. She followed the same procedure with the right breast. She had practised it at home last night. The flattened bra still gave support to the breasts, pushing them up and out. Stephanie caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and could not suppress a shiver of secret pleasure at what she saw. She was ready.
'What do you want me to do then, Devlin?' she asked. He did not answer for a moment. She had no idea what he planned, but the anticipation was driving her pulse rate up.
'Nothing,' he said.
Very slowly and deliberately Devlin got up out of his chair and walked over towards the bathroom. For the first time Stephanie noticed that, set in the silk panels that covered the walls, was a small door, almost like a cupboard door. Devlin had taken a key from his pocket and was unlocking it.
'Come over here.'
Stephanie obeyed.
'I'm going to dim the lights. Then I want you to open this door.'
He found the light switch and all the lights in the room dimmed to a shadowy gloom. Stephanie put her hand on the door. Her breathing was shallow, her mouth dry, a knot of expectation tied tight in the pit of her stomach. Though it was only seconds time seemed to stand still before Devlin spoke again.
'Open it.' Devlin's voice was commanding now, all reticence gone.
Stephanie pulled the handle of the door and it swung open. Her eyes were not yet adjusted to the dim light, so what happened next was a blur of shadows. Two men plunged through the open door. One immediately came behind Stephanie and clamped one hand over her mouth, so she couldn't scream, and the other under her arm and. around her chest. The second hoisted her feet off the floor and together they carried her over to the four-poster bed and dumped her on it. Almost as a reflex she tried to sit up but one of the men had climbed on to the bed, grabbed her wrists and swung his body over hers to kneel above her, holding her hands to either side of her head. Her eyes adjusted to the light a little and she could see the man above her had dark hair and dark brown eyes with a well-muscled but hairless body. His only clothing was what looked like a black leather jockstrap cut so tight it covered only his penis. But the pouch was hard, as though the leather had been stretched over a metal form, and too small and tight to allow room for an erection. It was held in place by thin metal chains padlocked at the waist. The other man was dressed in the same way but his body was a mass of thick curly fair hair and he was altogether heavier and beginning to run to fat.
Stephanie felt a hand moving towards her cunt. She snapped her legs shut and tried to buck the kneeling man off her chest. Her action had little effect. A hand grabbed at her ankle pulling it towards the corner of the bed where, despite her attempts to kick herself free, the Hairy Man strapped it into a padded leather cuff and secured it to the bottom post of the bed. They had come prepared. He took the other ankle and pulled it to the opposite corner. Gradually her legs were being scissored open, her cunt exposed. She continued to struggle but not from fear; she could feel her excitement growing. The other leather cuff was secured, her legs locked open.
Stephanie strained her head to see Devlin. He had pulled up a chair to a few feet from the side of the bed and was leaning forward, watching intently. His eyes looked strange, as if in a sort of trance. His mouth was open and his lips were wet, just touching the tips of his fingers which he still held in an attitude of prayer.
Now the hand was back on her cunt and this time there was nothing she could do to stop it. Fingering her clitoris briefly, it plunged two fingers deep into her cunt. Stephanie moaned. It was no surprise to her that her cunt was already wet with her juices. The man kneeling above her bent to kiss her on the mouth. Stephanie responded at once wanting this contact, wanting to be part of the proceedings, wanting to use as well as be used. The man's tongue probed her mouth and she took it eagerly, sucking it as if it were a c
ock and then pushing it aside with hers so she could penetrate his mouth. He released her hands from his grip but she made no attempt to use them.
She felt the weight lift from her body as the man on top of her broke the kiss and moved to her side. His hands teased at her nipples, pinching the tight corrugated flesh. She closed her eyes to wallow in the sensations her body was experiencing. She was no longer sure whose mouth, hands, fingers or tongue was doing what to her; it just seemed they were all over her body, biting, nipping, pinching, caressing, plunging into mouth, cunt and arse.
She felt a tongue, hot and wet, tapping at her arse. She felt a finger sliding along her clitoris, another mouth biting her nipple hard, a tongue licking her face, even her eyelids, and then a finger pushing into her arse alongside the one already embedded in her cunt. They drove into her in unison. She was smothered in. sex. There was so much sensation that her first orgasm seemed almost irrelevant. It had come as one of the men chewed on her clitoris, sucking it whole into his mouth and using his tongue to probe the hard knot of nerves. She tossed her head from side to side. She moaned. With her hands she tried to clutch at the men's genitals, desperate to feel a cock, but all she could feel was the unyielding leather of the pouches so tightly fitted that there was no way she could worm her fingers under the leather to achieve her objective. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew, of course, that the only cock she was going to be allowed was Devlin's cock.
She had forgotten, for the moment, about Devlin. She opened her eyes and looked round to find him standing close to the bed looking down at the three of them. He was naked now but his penis was flaccid. Stephanie looked into his eyes. They seemed to be pleading with her, pleading for something he was not prepared to put into words. But she knew what it was.
'Stop it! Stop it!' She screamed catching the hair of one of the men's heads and yanking it back, pulling his mouth off her breast. Tears sprang to his eyes. 'Get off me, you animals. Get off!'
The sudden ferocity of her attack took them by surprise and Stephanie landed two or three hefty blows before they realised what was happening. Then the Hairy Man, the quicker of the two to adapt to the new situation, tried to catch one of her flailing arms. After two abortive attempts he got hold of her left wrist and held it with both his hands.
Immediately Stephanie tried to prise his fingers away with her free hand but this gave the other man his chance and he grabbed her right wrist and pulled it away. They stretched her arms apart, at right angles to her body and flat on the bed so that she was spread-eagled. They knelt either side of the bed pulling her arms so tight she couldn't move, couldn't lever herself off the bed at all, couldn't resist.
'Let me go! Let me go!' she screamed, struggling still though her attempts to free herself were futile. She turned her head to look at Devlin. She did not smile - that would have destroyed the illusion - but Devlin's erection was massive now, just as she remembered it, a cock of gigantic proportions, veined, gnarled and ugly. She felt a rush of excitement centred on her cunt.
'You bastards. You bastards! I'll cut your balls off for this!' She struggled, her body beginning to sweat with the effort.
'Hold her,' Devlin commanded. The words clearly thrilled him. His cock shuddered.
'You're not putting that thing in me! I can't take it. Please don't. Please. I'll do anything. Let me go. Please let me go.'
Devlin came round to the foot of the bed and knelt between her outstretched legs. He put one of his massive fingers at the entrance to her cunt then, looking her straight in the eyes, he pushed it home. She tried to keep the pleasure out of her eyes but the feeling his finger produced was so intense she didn't know whether she succeeded. Her memory had not betrayed her; to have a hot finger of this size inside her was a feeling quite unlike any other. As he pushed it up into her she could not suppress a moan of absolute pleasure. After a moment she came, a sharp intense biting orgasm that racked through her pinioned body.
'You bastard. Get it out of me!' she shouted, recovering quickly. She fought the hands that held her, her actions contradicting her words as she writhed herself down on to Devlin's finger. It was making her come again. She couldn't control her body, her orgasms. 'You bastard, you bastard.'
It was all part of the game she knew. It was a wonderful game, a game that was thrilling her every bit as much as it was Devlin. She knew what he wanted and it seemed she wanted it too.
The two men tightened their grip on her wrists, perhaps at a sign from Devlin. She looked at them both, twisting her head from side to side, and saw their greedy eyes taking in every detail of her prostrated body, the black silk basque, its bra pushed down to reveal her breasts, the black stockings pulling at the suspenders, one of the stockings heavily laddered now, and her slim ankles tied into the leather cuffs, but kicking to be free. Stephanie knew their cocks, restrained under the tight pouches, must be aching for the space to spring to erection. And she knew they would not get it, certainly not with her.
'Hold her now,' Devlin said again.
His finger was out of her and he was moving his cock up to her labia. She could feel its heat radiating like a hot poker.
'No! No! No!' One final effort, she thought. 'No!' She screamed at the top of her voice. 'It's too big. Please, please!'
The sound of her voice turned her on as much as she hoped it did Devlin. His cock moved into her only an inch at first, but that was enough to swamp her with feeling. His cock was so wide her cunt was stretched in every direction. Then he pushed forward and she was suddenly filled with him, filled so full she could think of nothing but his cock. She felt another rush of juices flooding from her cunt. She felt him push again and go deeper. She looked down, straining her head off the bed, and could see his cock was still not fully home. She knew she couldn't take any more. Orgasms were ripping through her body one after another, one continuous orgasm now, as she could not tell where one ended and the next one began. Devlin was fucking her. Moving his cock in and out, supporting himself on his arms so he could look down and see his penetration. Each inward stroke seemed to be stronger and go deeper. Then he lay on her and kissed her on the mouth, his tongue probing into her.
She wrested her mouth away from his and screamed. This was his game and she knew how to bring him off, wanting to make him spunk inside her, wanting to feel that spunk jet out of him deeper than any man's had ever spunked in her. She knew how to make him come.
'You dirty bastard. You filthy slimy bastard. Get that filthy thing out of me. I'll kill you!'
She felt his cock swell even more and knew he was coming. The extra width took her breath away but she managed to control herself. She felt his spunk spurt out of him, felt his cock spasming inside her and heard him gasp with pleasure in a sound wrenched from his heart. Suddenly she realised her hands were free. She wrapped her arms around his back and he kissed her lightly on the lips. Her ankles were freed too, and as he rolled on to his side she nestled up alongside him.
'You're a remarkable woman,' he said. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the two men crawling back through the little door in the wall, their black pouches still firmly in place. Her mind, not for the first time this weekend, filled with questions, but she pushed them aside, wanting only to enjoy the aftermath of her orgasm.
For the first time since she had come into the bedroom she was aware of the gentle lapping of water on the shore of the island and the scent of bougainvillaea from the terrace. It had been the most extraordinary day of her life, from the chauffeur-driven limousine to the private plane and now this. What tomorrow would bring she did not know, but she had the feeling it would be quite as exciting as today.
As she lay there on the silk sheets drifting off to sleep against Devlin's warm body, her mind replayed the scene that had just taken place. Stephanie knew that though she had been, for all intents and purposes, the helpless object in Devlin's rape fantasy, the fantasy that had brought him to erection and orgasm, she had not been in the least helpless. In fact, she had been the ce
ntre of his passion, she had created the fantasy for him, controlled and used it to bring him off when she had so desired. In a strange way it had given her a feeling of power over him and, she realised, it was a feeling she savoured. All the exquisite sexual feelings she had experienced that night in the game of rape had undoubtedly turned her on; but she knew also that the fact she had used that game to manipulate a man like Devlin, with all his wealth and power, to do what she wanted when she wanted it, was what had thrilled her most.
Chapter Four
Stephanie woke feeling relaxed and rested. She was alone in the bed. Whether Devlin had gone in the middle of the night or first thing in the morning she did not know; he had certainly not disturbed her sleep. She stretched out in the bed and immediately felt a stiffness in her cunt and nipples. Considering the exertions of the night it was no surprise. She stroked her pubis rather as one would stroke a cat and after a few minutes it felt better. Her nipples were a different matter: they were positively sore.
At dinner last night she remembered Devlin had said she should swim in the lake in the morning. Now she couldn't think of anything she would rather do so, slipping on the practical swimsuit Devlin had provided, and pulling on one of the fluffy white towelling robes from the bathroom, she took a towel and wandered down through the castle and the flower-draped stone steps to the jetty. Not a soul appeared to be about. Hanging the robe on one of the wooden posts she dived into the water. It was a wonderful sensation. The water was warm and silky and when she opened her eyes underwater she realised she was swimming among scores of fish. She turned on her back and floated, her face picking up the heat of the morning sun. Then she flipped over on to her stomach and swam fast in an effortless front crawl, wanting to stretch and work her muscles.
After thirty minutes of this exercise she felt refreshed and extremely hungry. Pulling herself on to the jetty she was surprised to find one of the servants standing, her robe in his hands, waiting to help her into it.
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