by Felix Baron
Then there was her theatricality and her addiction to barbaric opulence. How deep do layers of rugs have to be for comfort? She dressed her eunuchs in silk. She’d fettered me with gold. There was no practicality to any of those. I have not studied the sciences of the mind, apart from attending a few lectures at the London branch of The English Philosophical Society, but her sybaritic excesses seemed to me to be external manifestations of her internal delusions. Did she see herself as a modern-day Catherine the Great or Cleopatra? There was a connection between those two mad queens. The story goes that Catherine kept an Imperial Guard of men seven or more feet tall. She was reputed to suck ten of them dry each day. Cleopatra’s soubriquet was ‘The Gobbler’. If The Child felt a connection with those royal sluts, perhaps I could turn her mad fantasies to my advantage. Could I seduce her? She’d admired my cock, so perhaps …?
A gong sounded. Giggles and chattering came from beyond an archway at the far end of the room. In twos and threes, cuddling and holding hands, the girls who would form my first class appeared, led by my five lovely companions. All were naked. All were desirable. For any reasonable man, they would comprise a surfeit of feminine beauty.
The residual effect of The Child’s salve rendered me unreasonable. One look at that delightful array of breasts and bellies and thighs jerked my cock to its fullest attention. I wanted them all.
Fatima ran to me, jiggling deliciously with every step. ‘English!’ she cried. ‘You are safe! Is it you who is to be our tutor?’
Before I could answer she was in my lap with her arms around my neck and her tongue in my mouth. Maria was close behind and hugged my head, managing to flip a nipple across my ear. Asp snaked an arm into the press of our bodies. Her hand found my shaft.
Reluctantly, I struggled free. I had a class of ten girls to consider. It wouldn’t be good for discipline if I was perceived as having favourites. I had never been a good pupil, when young. I’d preferred to follow private studies, at my own pace. Now, however, I determined to be a good teacher, even if my role made no sense. A mere man, even one of my considerable experience, was expected to teach the erotic arts to ten lubricious little harlots? In combination, they likely knew more about futtering than I could even guess at. Even so, I had to make a good performance, for all our sakes. There was no doubt in my mind that The Child wouldn’t hesitate to throw anyone who thwarted her to her wolves – or to her Cossacks.
Fatima gave me a sheepish look. ‘I’m sorry, English,’ she said. There was a glass pot in her hand. ‘But I have to …’ She pointed at my shaft. ‘If I don’t, The Child has other potions, terrible ones.’
I said, ‘I understand. Go ahead.’ It’d passed through my mind to take the pot from her and apply its contents myself but the thought of her fingers’ touch overcame my kindly impulse.
I stood and let her slather. My lust burgeoned. Fatima quickly coated my length in its entirety but then she looked up into my eyes and continued stroking. I tried to think myself into a climax, to no avail. The rest of my class began exchanging glances and whispers. Fatima changed hands. Had I let it go on so long as to tire her arm? With a wrench, I stepped back, plucking my shaft from her hands.
‘We will start with introductions,’ I croaked.
‘And then you fuck me?’ a shapely green-eyed redhead suggested.
Ignoring her, I asked, ‘Does everyone apart from Asp speak French?’
All, except Asp, nodded.
‘Who speaks English?’ I asked in my native tongue.
Asp and a tall lean blonde raised their hands.
I looked at the blonde. ‘Your name?’
‘Hanna.’
‘From Sweden?’ I guessed.
She nodded.
‘Hanna, I’d like you to translate for Asp. Will you do that for me?’
She and Asp looked each other up and down. By their expressions, both liked what they saw. Hanna nodded. ‘I will be pleased to look after her, Master Richard.’
‘Thank you. From now on, everyone must address me as just “Richard”. The nature of your lessons will make formality ridiculous.’ Also, I was sick of being called ‘English’. I’m proud of my nationality but that isn’t my name.
Hanna mouthed, ‘Dick’ at me, with a grin. Her eyes dropped to my groin. She winked.
‘Richard,’ I repeated, sternly. I was going to have to keep a tight rein. These lovelies were used to manipulating the men around them. ‘Introductions,’ I reminded them. ‘You will each tell us your name and where you come from, and …’
The sound of my sabre being clanged on the bars of the door interrupted me. I turned. Kashk told me, ‘Names, yes. Where they come from, no.’
I shrugged. My little ploy at gathering intelligence had been worth a try. I’d likely be able to locate each girl’s country of origin from her accent but I’d hoped to pinpoint their towns.
‘Very well, give just your names. If you have a bedroom skill that you are particularly proud of, tell us what it is. Name your favourite thing to do with a man, or with a woman, if that is your preference. If there is something you haven’t tried yet, tell us what it is.’ I paused for thought. There’s nothing that can be done that someone hasn’t done or tried to do. I explained, ‘I don’t mean any sexual act that does real harm, nor anything to do with …’ I ran through a list of all the unethical, disgusting or dangerous practices I’d heard of, without accepting requests for more specifics when a girl feigned not to understand. My conclusion was, ‘If any of those acts appeal to you, I can’t teach them to you. I’d have to fail you.’ The expressions on their faces told me that they understood the consequences of failure.
‘Very well, Asp, you begin.’
Hanna translated for her. ‘I am proud to be very flexible. My favourite is to be put into positions no one else can achieve and then fuck or be fucked, hard. I have done everything I have ever heard of, with both men and women. So far, I’ve enjoyed them all.’
Hanna went next. ‘I have no special skills except that when I climax, my cunny squirts.’ She chuckled. ‘I could drown the unwary.’ Hanna offered a grin all round. She seemed totally uninhibited, which is a quality I admire. She continued, ‘My favourite thing is sauna sex. I like men but maybe like women better. I’ve done everything, I think. Perhaps I will learn new things from Richard, I hope.’
‘Sauna sex?’ I asked.
‘Get hot and sweaty. Slip and slide all over. Lick and be licked. That’s the best – lots of girls, all licking me – me licking them.’ Her head cocked as she thought. ‘Birch beating is nice also.’
I took my hand off my cock, where it had wandered all by itself when I’d pictured half a dozen Swedish blondes, entwined and slithering. ‘Fatima?’
‘I am Fatima. I am a dancer. I have great control of my muscles, outside and inside. My favourite is to take it up my bum. I like men better, depending on the man. I too hope to learn new things.’
Maria said, ‘My special skill is in my throat, right, Richard? I like big cocks, the bigger the better.’ She eyed my rampant member and licked her lips. ‘I do everything and like everything, I think.’ She paused and looked at Fatima. ‘Oh yes, I like women too.’
The next girl was the shapely green-eyed redhead, who had a Greek accent, from the north, I thought. Her name was Iola. She confessed that she didn’t know if she had any special skills. She’d only had three lovers and all of them had been virgins when she’d met them. Iola had no way to know how she compared to other women.
‘What do you like to think about doing?’ I asked.
‘Being watched.’
‘We can promise you that, can’t we, girls?’
That brought an enthusiastic response.
‘How about making love to women?’ I asked.
‘I never have.’
‘Why not?’
‘I didn’t know women did that.’ She put a hand on one lush hip and looked around the chamber. In a very coy voice, she asked, ‘Would someone show me how wome
n make love to women?’
The response was fervent. Perhaps Iola had only had three lovers but she had the instincts of a siren.
I asked her about rear entry.
‘You mean “on hands and knees”?’
Fatima interrupted with, ‘A man fucking you up your bum-hole.’ That was crude, but explicit.
‘No one has ever asked me.’ Iola’s face grew thoughtful. ‘Does it hurt?’
I waited for one of the girls to answer but none did, so I told her, ‘Some, at first, but it doesn’t have to be too bad.’
‘Then it gets to be very good,’ Fatima added. ‘Just like losing your maidenhead.’
I said, ‘Jia Li, your turn.’
She looked at the floor and twisted her fingers together.
‘You have to tell us, Jia Li.’
She whispered, ‘I like to do as I am told and to be told I am a good girl and sometimes I like to be spanked. Men or women, all the same to me.’
‘I still owe you a spanking, don’t I, Jia Li?’
She brightened at that, bobbed me a curtsey and asked, ‘Now?’
‘Later, but I won’t forget. You will show the class how a good girl takes a spanking.’
She blushed and sighed, ‘Oh, thank you, Sir Richard.’
I didn’t correct her for having granted me a title. She so enjoyed using honorifics.
Asuka said, ‘I like cords. I like to be bound in helpless positions and then used hard. My skills are in ceremony.’ Her eyes twinkled at me. ‘And in ritual, including ritual ways to please men.’ She looked from my golden collar to the band about my waist. ‘Chains might be nice.’
I told my class, ‘Asuka has some remarkable skills in her tongue and fingers. She will give you all a demonstration, in due course. How about women, Asuka?’
‘If they are good girls and do as they are told.’ She gave Jia Li a meaningful look.
‘What happened to your beautiful scarlet cords?’ I asked.
‘Everything we had was taken from us.’
‘I’ll see what I can do to get them back, or some new ones. We’ll need them for the lessons.’
Maria jumped up. ‘They took my cross as well, Eng – Richard.’
‘I’ll look into it. Next!’ I pointed to a chestnut-haired girl who was almost as voluptuous as Fatima. Her big hazel eyes, freckles, button nose, deep lips and wide playful grin told me she was Irish even before she spoke.
‘I’m Tara. I can make men hard by talking dirty. My favourite is to take two or three big fellows at once. I can hold my breath pretty good.’
‘Women?’ I asked.
‘Never tried.’
‘Why not?’
‘Never met one who wanted to. I’m willing to try but women don’t have cocks, do they? I like cocks. I can’t see the fun unless something goes up inside me.’
Maria showed Tara her fist and pumped it up and down.
Tara’s eyes widened. ‘Oh. Oh! I never thought of that.’
Elsa, from Bavaria, I thought, was shapely but her curves were firm and sturdy rather than softly voluptuous. Her legs were a little short but they tapered nicely, from muscular thighs down to sculptured ankles. She had large solid breasts with tiny pink nipples. ‘I like to spank naughty girls and boys. I like to make them lick me until I spend on their faces. I like to fuck them.’
‘Your bum?’ Maria asked.
She shrugged. ‘It is not a big pleasure for me, but I can take it and fake it.’
She wouldn’t be my sort of woman, under normal circumstance. Under the current ones, she could be very useful.
Last of all came Chiku. I made a guess that she was from the Cape Colony in the Orange Free Valley. It’s a part of Africa that abounds in mullatos, quadroons and octoroons. European men have been taking black mistresses and casually bedding black slaves there since the seventeenth century. Before that, it was Arabs. There has been plenty of time for the bloodlines to mix, often resulting in strikingly handsome men and extraordinarily lovely women.
Chiku’s complexion reminded me of old gold. Her hair was close to her skull and tightly curled but her features were mainly European, with the exception of her lips. Those were slightly everted, making her mouth look remarkably sensuous. I wanted her mouth, right then, right there, but I told myself to be patient.
When it was her turn to speak, she strode to the front, padding on long narrow feet with her hips swaying and her belly undulating. Chiku was obviously proud to show off her body’s sinuous beauty. ‘In the beginning, I did everything a woman can do, just to survive. I found there was no sexual act that I didn’t enjoy. Chiku has never said “No”. She never will. Try me. Put me to the test.’
I raised my voice for Kashk and Lom’s benefit. No doubt they’d be reporting my progress, or lack of it, to The Child. ‘Thank you, ladies. I am going to teach you many things, including the positions described in the Kama Sutra. Those of you with special skills will teach them to the others. First, so that we may move forward smoothly, we must take care of the deficiencies.’
‘Deficiencies?’ Maria asked.
‘Iola’s bottom is a virgin. Also, she’s never made love to a woman. Nor has Tara. We’ll take care of those three things now.’
Hanna said, ‘I volunteer to initiate them.’
‘I will make them lick me,’ Elsa offered.
‘Thank you,’ I said, ‘but Iola’s lovely bum comes first and only I am qualified to perform that little chore. Are you ready for that, Iola?’
‘I’ll try to be brave,’ she promised. Her face brightened. ‘Will everyone be watching?’
Twenty-nine
I MADE MY selection from the array of dildos. The one I chose was very modern. If The Great Exhibition had included a display of sexual devices, this one would have earned a special place. It was a simple steel rod, about half an inch in diameter and some five inches long, with a one-inch sphere mounted on one end.
I’d posed Iola, on her hands and knees, on four low benches that were arranged in a square. She liked to be watched. Her position showed her off to her best advantage. Her breasts hung, ripe and full. Her back hollowed slightly, emphasising the lush promise of her hips. With her arms and legs spread wide, every succulent part of her was available.
Hanna sat on a chair facing Iola, ready to brace her. I’d decided to combine Iola’s introductions to Sapphic and anal sex. The blonde’s and the redhead’s mouths were already mashed together and making wet noises. Iola was taking to girl-love with some enthusiasm. I hoped that her bottom would take to buggery equally well.
I asked Fatima, ‘May I have some of The Child’s salve?’
She eyed my stiff member. ‘You want more, Richard?’
‘Not for myself. To make it easier for Iola.’
‘Oh, I see.’ She fetched the pot for me.
I dipped the dildo’s ball into the ointment. ‘Part her cheeks for me, Fatima.’
She set the pot aside but close to hand and told Iola, ‘I envy you. I still remember my first time, taking it up my bum. It’s special. Don’t be scared. Richard is a nice man, which is good, and he has a big cock, which is better. Just relax and take it.’
I set the ointment-coated ball to the pucker between Iola’s cheeks. Rotating it, I applied gentle pressure. There was some resistance. I pushed a little harder. Iola moaned into Hanna’s mouth.
Looking at Maria, I said, ‘Pinch her nipples, but not too hard.’
She obeyed, tugging as she pinched, almost milking. I put some force behind the dildo. Iona’s sphincter indented and then gave, allowing the ball to disappear into her rectum.
Iola said, ‘Oh!’
Our audience applauded.
‘Did I hurt you?’ I asked.
‘Not hurt, exactly.’
Encouraged, I fed her back passage the full length of the rod, then drew it slowly back, twisting it between my fingers.
‘Again?’ I asked.
She nodded before returning her mouth to Hanna’s. I
pumped, at a snail’s pace, making sure to thoroughly coat her rectum with the potion.
‘Tingles,’ she said. ‘More?’
I pulled the dildo out, dipped it in the pot again and returned it. There was no resistance. Her anus relaxed at the first touch. I judged that she was ready.
‘Brace her,’ I told Hanna.
Fatima, anticipating my wishes, pulled Iola’s cheeks as far apart as she could. I removed the dildo and set the head of my cock against the tiny opening.
I was trembling. The tension between my potion-induced lust and my self-control had reached a crisis. How much longer could I have kept my passions in rein? I’ll never know. All I know is that the beast in me rose up, infusing my muscles with preternatural strength. I took hold of Iola’s thighs, taking great pains to ensure that my hands didn’t crush her flesh. With a fierceness raging through me, I slowly and deliberately drew Iona back, impaling her inexorably. When I had reached the greatest depth and she had not cried out for mercy, between gritted teeth I asked her, ‘Are you ready?’
Through a red haze, I saw her nod. I unleashed my beast.
I remember some of it. I know my rocking dislodged Iola’s knees from two of the benches but I didn’t pause in my pounding. I held her up with my hands and my cock while Maria pushed the benches back into place. It seems to me that Asp managed to get under us and work on Iola’s cunny with her fingers. There was sweat, mainly mine, running and splattering. My hair whipped my face.
I heard Iola gasp, ‘More. Don’t stop!’
My cock was a truncheon, battering into her. I could have sobbed from my need to spend but relief evaded me no matter how I thrust and skewered and attacked Iola’s bottom from every angle. My legs and back ached. I ignored their demand for rest. I blinked with sweat-blind eyes. Hanna had been joined by Asuka and Chiku in bracing Iola, and I was rocking all three.
Eventually, Asp tugged at my left arm. Fatima pulled at my right.
‘Enough,’ Fatima told me. ‘She is done. You must stop now, Richard.’
‘Please, Richard?’ Asp asked.
I ground my teeth and shuddered. Like a bull elephant shaking off his ‘must’, I became myself again. With a great effort of will, I plucked my cock from Iola’s bottom.