by Justus Roux
“Mistress Angelique”
Written by: Justus Roux
Copyright © 2004 Erotictales Publications
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Prologue:
I can’t believe my half-brother Tom threw everything he had away to stay with a man named Master Dante. He left his beautiful wife Anna, gave all his holdings to her and left our father’s company to me. He even changed his name to Bazil. Why would he do this? Anna told me that Bazil was in love with Dante. In love with a man!! How can this be? For as long as I known my older brother, he always had a woman on his arm. For Christ sakes I was his best man at his wedding. I will not accept this for I am sure my brother is being held against his will, perhaps even protecting Anna. I refuse to believe my big brother is in love with another man.
Anna found out from a man named Habu that Dante is taking Bazil to visit his Mistress Angelique at her castle. This Habu helped me get into Angelique’s castle. I will pose as a new client. Though I am not sure what I am there to learn, but I will figure it out when I get there. I will get my brother away from this Dante and bring him home where he belongs. And I don’t care if I have to hurt Dante to accomplish this. I am not too worried about this Angelique, for what can a woman really do to me…
Chapter 1
“Be careful, Brent.” Anna grabbed his arm and pulled it from the suitcase he was packing. She gazed into his warm brown eyes, the anger; the determination in those eyes was frightening.
“Don’t worry about me.” He pulled his arm from her. “Tom, I mean Bazil will come home with me. I will bring him back to you”
“No, not for me.” Anna turned away. She knew it was over between her and Tom. There was no going back to what they had, she has accepted this, and unlike Brent she had also accepted Bazil’s new lifestyle. He was happy and that was all that matter.
Brent didn’t look at all like Bazil. Brent was trim-built like him but Brent was dark-haired, dangerous and very masculine looking. Where Bazil was fair-haired and rather pretty though still very much male. They shared the same father but had different mothers.
“You’d given up to easy.” Brent slammed the suitcase shut.
“You should leave Bazil alone. He is with Dante out of his own free will. Why can’t you accept that?”
“My brother is not some…” Brent grabbed his suitcase and headed for the door.
“Brent.” Anna grabbed his arm again. “Be careful, if this Angelique is anything like Dante you could really get hurt.”
“Please I have seen this Angelique, she is no bigger than you. “
“I underestimated Dante and look what happen to me and…Bazil.” Anna let him go.
“And I still blame you for leading him there.” Brent stormed out of the room.
“I still blame myself.” Anna sighed. A long forgotten regret was surfacing. She loved Bazil; she loves him enough to let him go. Why couldn’t Brent leave things alone?
Chapter 2
“We will train that tongue of yours.” Angelique pushed Aurora’s face closer. She felt Aurora’s wet tongue lapping at her clit. “You better get good with that mouth of yours for my Master Dante.” Angelique tightened her grip on Aurora’s ash blonde hair. “Longer strokes, mmmm better, now faster.” Angelique looked down, her pussy had consumed most of Aurora’s mouth and nose, her eyes were closed tightly. “Enjoy giving your Mistress pleasure.” Angelique snapped the whip down on Aurora’s back. Angelique threw her leg over the chair spreading her legs wider. “Get me off, this is starting to bore me.” She rubbed Aurora’s face against her pussy. The closer she got to orgasm the faster she grinded her pussy into Aurora’s face. “Stop, stick that tongue deep into me.” Angelique laid her head back on the chair feeling her pussy pulse on Aurora’s tongue. After the ripples of pleasure stopped she pulled Aurora from her pussy and kicked her to the ground.
Aurora got up on her knees and bowed her head. “You better not bore my Master like that.” Angelique stood up and smoothed her silky blue skirt down. Angelique was most beautiful, her long dark brown hair was like spun silk, her brown eyes large and deceptive they gave her a look of gentleness; a nature she didn’t possess. She stood only five foot six, her voice deep and sultry.
“I will not shame you my Mistress.” Aurora kept her eyes to the ground. Aurora was very pretty, delicate looking; she had long ash-blonde hair, and dazzling blue-green eyes. Angelique looked over the woman; yes Dante would be most pleased with this one. A wonderful gift for her Master now if only she could teach the woman to fuck better.
“You better not.” Angelique’s heels clicked across the stone floor. “Raven.” She spoke into the intercom.
Within seconds a large, dark haired man entered the room. He fell to his knees in front of Angelique. “Mistress.”
“Ummm, my sweet Raven.” She ran her hands through his lush hair. Raven was her favorite male slave for he resembled Dante. Both were broad, very muscular, dangerous looking. Raven had cool black eyes and Dante had gray. Angelique looked everywhere for a man with gray eyes like Dante and still hasn’t found one. However, Raven was close, damn close to Dante. The only other difference was Dante had long hair that was braided in hundreds of smaller braids he often pulled them back with a leather strap. Raven’s hair was only shoulder length but was the same black color of Dante’s.
“What is your desire Mistress?” Raven looked into her eyes.
“I want you to help me train this woman. Now come here.”
“Yes Mistress.” Raven followed behind her.
“Sit on the bed and remove your pants, let me see that glorious cock of yours.”
“Yes Mistress.”
Angelique’s eyes lingered on Raven’s large thick cock. Her pussy grew wet just looking at her favorite plaything. “Come Aurora.” Aurora hurried over to her. “Suck his cock; show me how you will bring pleasure to my Dante.”
Aurora fell to her knees in front of Raven. Her hands stroked and massaged the entire length of his cock. Angelique moved over to the side and gently ran her hand through Raven’s hair. Aurora lowered down and took his balls into her mouth gently sucking and licking. “Good girl, don’t rush a blowjob. Does that feel good Raven?”
“Yes Mistress.” Raven leaned into Angelique needing to be closer to her.
Aurora lapped at every inch of his cock paying extra attention to the head, letting her tongue roll and flick over it. Slowly she took him in her mouth, sucking firmly using her tongue to add varying sensations as she swallowed his cock.
“mmmm.” Raven purred.
“I know what will make this better, my sweet.” Angelique reached for her whip and brought it down onto Aurora’s back. “Would you like to use my whip?” Angelique pressed her breasts up against his back.
“If this will please you, Mistress.”
“Yes.” She handed him the whip and he whipped Aurora on the ass. “Suck him better, Aurora.” Angelique ran both hands through Raven’s hair pulling his head back. She kissed him hard pushing him to the bed. “Hurry up Aurora I want some of this cock.”
Raven pulled Aurora from his cock and lifted Angelique up and lowered her pussy down onto his cock. He knew she loved when he did this. “Lap at his balls, Aurora.” Angelique ran her hands up and down his well muscled chest; she closed her eyes easily picturing Dante. She heard the wet sounds of Aurora’s tongue. She rode him faster; loving the sound of his grunts and growls, his voice was as deep and gravelly as Dante’s.
“May I cum, Mistress?” Raven buried his cock deeply in her; he felt her pussy tighten around his cock.
“You may.” He grabbed her hips and drove his cock deeper and
faster.
“Suck his balls now.” Angelique opened her eyes and watched as Raven came. She smiled as she buried his cock to the hilt inside her, filling her pussy completely full. She leaned over and lay down on his chest. “Caress my ass with your tongue Aurora.” Aurora obeyed immediately licking at her Mistress’ ass as she was taught to. Angelique lay contently in Raven’s arms. Dante was coming tomorrow and she could hardly wait.
Chapter 3
Brent walked up the path that led to the small castle. Judging by the condition of the stones it was recently built. Brent watched the drawbridge lowered his mind drifting to pictures of daring knights and damsels in distress. He almost half-expected to see bowmen up on the towers, ready to shoot intruders as they approached. Well one thing was sure someone spared no expense when they designed it. He looked down into the water, obviously the owner’s version of a moat. He saw fish swimming in the clear water along with what appear to be some sort of eel.
There were two other men with him. An average looking middle aged man, he seemed to know his way around. And a rather feminine looking younger man, Brent guessed that he couldn’t be more than twenty-one years old. This one seemed afraid, but maybe it was just his demeanor.
As they approached the castle gate two large men appeared. They were dressed in only leather pants; each had a whip attached to his side. Three smaller men raced out of the castle and passed the men. They took the suitcases from them and then hurried back into the castle.
“I will show you to the main room.” Boomed the larger of the two guards, this man stood a whole head taller than Brent and probably twice as broad. His hair was cut short, black as coal, and was handsome in a rugged kind of way, but it was his green eyes that chilled Brent. There seemed to be no life in those eyes.
The three men followed him into the castle. Brent looked behind them and saw the other large man was bringing up the rear. That one was almost generic in looks the only thing that stood out was his incredibly large arms.
The castle was medieval in its décor inside as well. Large tapestries depicting various erotic scenes hung on the stone walls. Elegant antique chairs dotted along the foyer as they proceeded forward. The foyer led to a large room, inside thirty men, in various heights and girth stood with their arms crossed facing forward. Brent noticed all of them wore leather pants and nothing more, all were handsome and well built. The stone floor had a large red throw carpet on it and towards the front was a small series of steps that led to a large four-poster bed; it appeared to be made of gold and the red linen that covered it shimmered like silk.
“Stand here.” Their guide pointed to a spot off to the side. Brent watched as the man left the room.
“Dante will be here.” The smaller man whispered to Brent. “I am Jarvis.” He smiled up at him.
“Brent.” Brent shook his hand.
“My owner was displeased with me and sold me to Mistress Angelique. I was not expecting Dante to be here.” Brent saw the smaller man visibly shaking.
“Owner?” Brent asked.
Brent heard the rest of the men move, he watched as they all fell to their knees. “Get on your knees.” Jarvis pulled at Brent’s arm.
“Why?”
“Dante comes.”
Brent slowly went to his knees his eyes focused on the door, waiting wondering if Bazil would be with this Dante. He saw a most beautiful dark haired woman entered the room. Judging by the look on her face she was pleased. “Angelique.” Brent whispered.
“Mistress.” All the men said in unison.
“Welcome Master Dante, my males.”
Brent watched as all of the men immediately turned their eyes to the ground. Brent’s blood ran cold as he saw the large man entered the room. He was exactly how Anna described, she wasn’t exaggerating. Dante had his long, black, braided hair tied back; he too wore only leather pants, his body a solid wall of muscles. But the thing that caught Brent’s eye was the leash Dante held in his hand. He watched every move Dante made as he went to greet Angelique.
“Bazil.” Brent gasped seeing his brother on the other end of Dante’s leash. Bazil’s golden, pale blonde hair hung to the middle of his back, brushed to perfection. He wore a soft leather pants and metal arm bracelets. Dante’s leash was attached to a leather collar around Bazil’s neck. The shock of seeing his brother looking like a well pampered pet, instead of the man he use to know caused Brent to start to stand, but Jarvis pulled him back down.
“What are you doing? Do you want Dante to notice you?” Jarvis whispered.
“Lower your eyes.” Brent felt the sting of a whip hitting his back. He looked up and saw the large man that escorted them in here.
“Don’t do that again.” Brent said between gritted teeth.
“Marcus what is going on?” Angelique shouted.
“Newbie Mistress.”
“Bring this newbie to me.”
Brent felt himself being lifted to his feet. Marcus exerted little effort in the task. He dragged Brent up to Angelique. “On your knees in front of Mistress.” Marcus forced Brent to his knees.
“Well aren’t you the feisty one.” Angelique ran her hands through Brent’s hair. “Look at me.” She could see the anger in his eyes; this one will be so much fun to train.
“Chain him to the bed, Marcus.” Angelique commanded.
Marcus pulled Brent to his feet and dragged him to the bed. When Marcus turned Brent around to position him, Brent punched him as hard as he could across the jaw. This momentarily stunned Marcus, allowing Brent to break free. But as he headed down the stairs he was lifted into the air. The next thing he remembered was being slammed to the ground. Brent slowly opened his eyes to see Dante hovering over him. He felt himself being dragged back to the bed his arms pulled behind him and the cold smoothness of the handcuffs locking on his wrist.
“How dare you try to attack my Mistress.” Dante’s voice was full of rage. Brent felt the sting of Dante’s whip across his chest.
“I wasn’t going to attack her, you bastard. Now untie me.” A collective gasp rang out through the room. Brent knew he had broken some unspoken code here. He heard the whip slap on his skin; the pain was more than he expected.
“Master, please stop.” Brent heard Bazil’s familiar voice.
“If this upsets you my Bazil you may leave.” Dante brought his whip across Brent’s chest again.
“Please Master Dante he is….my brother.” Bazil gently grabbed Dante’s arm trying to prevent him from striking Brent again.
Dante looked down at Bazil then over to Brent. “He looks nothing like you, Bazil.”
“We are half-brothers. I beg of you not to hurt him.” Bazil brought Dante’s hand to his mouth and began licking at Dante’s fingers. He then suckled on each one. “Please, Master.” He would move to another. “I will pay for him.” He moved to another finger.
Dante watched his favorite slave suck on his fingers a clear message of what Bazil really wanted to suck on. “Very well Bazil, this once I will let this insult go.” Dante stroked Bazil’s hair.
“What the hell is wrong with you, Tom, Bazil!!!” Brent fought with his restraints.
“Come Bazil show me your gratitude.” Dante turned his attention to Brent. “As for you, I think my Mistress can teach you a better lesson than I can.” Dante petted Angelique then headed out of the room with Bazil.
“Marcus take him to my room, I want to play.” Angelique smiled wickedly at Brent before leaving the room.
Chapter 4
Brent grimaced as Marcus stretched his arms tight; and secured the chains to the marble posts. He then hooked Brent’s ankles to these same posts. Angelique sat on the large bed; it resembled the one in the main room. Brent’s eyes darted around. This room dripped with elegance. On the other end of the bed were two more white marble post, off to the side a large sunken in hot tub. Two large French doors opened to the outside and judging by the fact he couldn’t see any plants or anything this room had to be high up. Everything seem
ed to be made of stone; Brent wondered if it reflected what the woman who dwelled in here was like.
“Very nice job, Marcus.” Angelique untied her skirt and let it fall to the floor. “Now bring that large cock of yours over here and fuck me hard and fast.”
“Yes Mistress.” Marcus quickly pulled his pants off, his cock as enormous as the rest of his body. Angelique laid down on the bed and spread her legs open wide. Marcus gently climbed on top of her and eased his cock into her.
“Oh yes, that’s it fill my pussy full.” She ran her hands up Marcus’ arm. “I told you to fuck me fast and hard.”
“Yes Mistress.” Marcus gripped her hips and slammed his cock into her. His thrusts slowly picked up speed and power.
Brent watched the large man fuck Angelique so hard that he was sure that it had to hurt her. Marcus had begun to sweat, biting his lips as he drove all his cock into her. “Mistress may I cum.” The words barely got out.
“Not yet, I want more, harder.”
“Yes Mistress.” He gripped her hips harder, slamming his cock as hard as he could without hurting her. He knew her limits. He had to cum; he bit his lip harder, his mind trying to think of anything but Angelique under him, writhing with pleasure from his cock. He looked down at her face as her orgasm washed over her. “Mistress please may I cum.”
“You may.” Angelique smiled as he grunt and growled, digging his hands into the soft flesh of her hips. He arched up and shouted his orgasm thrusting wildly.
“My Mistress.” Marcus laid on her but being careful not to crush her petite body under his large frame. A man who earned Mistress Angelique’s favor was a very pampered and well fucked man. He felt her hands caress his back as he laid there trying to catch his breath.
“Very good Marcus.” She purred into his ear.
“Thank you Mistress.” He climbed off her and pulled his pants back on. Though he wanted more than anything to stay in her arms, he knew what was required of him.