by M Palmeri
Ella had Marie up on her feet. Richard met the frustration in her eyes, which quickly melted to fear as Rose took her swollen breasts in her hands and kneaded her nipples between her fingers as Ella held her fast. Marie looked to Richard for reprieve, but he did not appear willing to resist his wife’s will as she announced:
“Now we will discuss your own position with a court noble, my dear. And tonight, I don’t intend to spare you…”
But then something happened that Rose did not expect: Harriet purred seductively, still on her knees, and when Rose turned to look at her, she thrust the tip of her tongue past her lips and drooled some of Richard’s seed down her chin. Rose grinned and licked her teeth hungrily.
“So be it,” Rose allowed, returning her attention to Marie. “But remember the rule: the loser is punished immediately; the winner spends the night with me. And I do intend to start getting to know you now.”
Ella guided Marie to the now-cleared table, and Juli and Sofi were ready to assist getting her up upon it. While Juli eased Marie back, arms still bound tightly behind her, Sofi assisted Ella, with the next stage: hauling Marie’s legs up and apart, and securing her knees with a rope run beneath the table top. This left Marie lying back on her bound arms with Juli supporting her head, lengthwise to the table, her thighs bound upwards and so far apart they were almost flush with the wood.
Meanwhile, Rose had divested herself of her gown, and much to Marie’s distress, crawled up onto the table between her legs.
“Don’t worry, not yet,” Rose hummed, but not reassuringly. “Richard hasn’t given you to me. But he can’t begrudge me the opportunity to examine his prize.”
Richard stayed where he was, watching without apparent concern as Rose bent down, putting her nose inches away from Marie’s vulnerable sex. Marie could feel her breath on her labia.
“She smells so very good, my darling,” Rose told Richard. “I can tell you’ve been licking her regularly.” Then the slender fingers pulled Marie’s lips open. Rose hummed her approval. “Such beautiful petals, such a perfect little pearl of a clit. You have nothing to be ashamed of, girl…” Marie felt a hand lift her hips further, then Rose’s fingers parted her ass, stretching her anus. “So perfect… So pretty… Has he had you here, yet? It would be a pity if he missed his chance before I get hold of you…”
Marie could feel Rose’s breath close, teasing. Then the slightest feather stroke of tongue darted up across her clit. Marie bit her lip to keep from shrieking. Rose laughed.
“You betray yourself, girl,” Rose chided, rising. “You’re quite wet, even though I haven’t even started yet.”
Then Rose got off the table and directed Ella and Sofi to bind Harriet to it in similar fashion, but pointed opposite, such that their upturned asses pointed at each other, with Harriet’s exposed sex only a cubit from Marie’s, but so that Harriet’s head hung backward unsupported over the end of the table.
Rose produced a small silver pitcher of her special oil, wetting her hands and Harriet’s sex. She began to stroke it, spread it, probe it, fill it with her fingers until her right hand was buried to the wrist inside her. Then Ella brought Rose her ivory phallus. Using her free left hand, Rose tentatively introduced it into Harriet’s ass.
“Lift her head,” Rose commanded Juli regarding Marie. “I want her to watch.”
But it was more than watching Harriet’s plundering, Marie quickly realized. Rose wanted her to see how intently she remained focused on the victim she was still denied, because she kept her eyes focused hungrily on Marie while she worked.
Keeping her hands pumping Harriet without interruption, Rose shifted around until she stood straddling Harriet’s face, bent forward chest-to-belly, but kept her own face turned upwards so that her nose was barely a hands-breadth from Marie’s sex, Rose told her:
“Now you will see that I receive as well as I give.”
On cue, Ella took position behind Rose, lubricating her own hands. Ella lifted Harriet’s head so that she could use her tongue on Rose’s clit, while Ella herself began to steadily fill Rose’s sex with her own right hand.
“Husband…” Rose grunted as Ella began to gently pump her fist inside her, “I have need of you…”
The spectacle had apparently restored Richard’s constitution, because he had stripped and was taking position directly behind his wife. Ella made room for him, even providing him with the precious oil to prepare himself, though her hand never stopped its work. Marie watched Rose’s eyes get wide—never breaking contact with Marie’s sex—as Richard impaled her anally.
Neither Richard nor Ella seemed to show Rose any mercy in their ministrations, and the table began to rock under their attack. Rose was soon drenched in sweat, gasping her breath across Marie’s parted labia, keeping up her own two-handed assault on Harriet. She only looked up from the object of her desire when someone new entered the room.
Marie turned to look as well. It was a tall, regal lady in a magnificent purple gown, her long dark hair wrapped in braids around her head. She was flanked by two plainer young women in simple black dresses, both reddish-blondes, one of which looked quite unsettled by the scene they arrived upon (while the other appeared to have expected the sight, or perhaps something similar).
“Forgive my lateness, my lady,” the woman in purple began with a conspiratorial undertone. “My husband, knowing what adventures surely awaited me, insisted on one more interlude before he would let me go. I think he wanted me to be smelling of him when I arrived. But I see you have simply started without me.”
She stepped forward and greeted Rose with a deep and hungry kiss, and Rose absently abandoned her attack on Harriet. When the two finally separated, Rose again focused her gaze on Marie, but this time for an introduction that almost sang with pride.
“Marie, may I introduce the Duchess Mayleen.”
Chapter Eleven: The Purple Duchess
“This must be the girl you wrote me about,” the Duchess appraised, running her fingers down the center of Marie’s belly, pausing to play in her nether curls. “Richard’s new ‘property’. She is everything you said and more.”
Marie squirmed as Mayleen’s fingers pulled up the hood of her clit. The Duchess then bent down as if to taste the wetness that had glossed those delicate lips, then stopped when she realized Marie’s panic.
“No?” Mayleen pouted, releasing her hold on Marie. “Pity. So beautiful.”
Rose was disengaging herself from Richard and Ella, though with some visible reluctance, and spoke casually as she climbed down off of Harriet.
“How is your dear sister, my lady?”
“I expect she is in a similar position to that which I have just discovered you,” Mayleen speculated with a wicked grin. “Or likely even more dire. You know how my husband gets jealous thinking about our visits. I’m sure he has spent the past hours taking it out on poor Aileen in the roughest of fashions. I believe she has quite come to enjoy his attentions, even in their extremes.”
“And your companions?” Rose inquired of the black-dressed entourage.
“Two of my handmaidens,” Mayleen introduced. “Ruth, in whom I find a kindred spirit of adventurous tastes, perhaps a younger version of myself—I leave it for you to judge… And Leanna, who presented herself for employment ‘without reservation’. She has potential, I believe, but seems to have a temperament similar to that of this rather uncomfortable centerpiece you have arranged.”
This time, Mayleen’s touch was more platonic, caressing Marie’s cheek.
“Still, the silly girl has taken it upon herself to dally with my husband without my express permission, which makes her fair game.” And the Duchess roughly pulled Leanna’s arms behind her back. Ruth grinned.
Rose, still naked, approached Mayleen’s charges and appraised them up close. And while Mayleen held Leanna, Rose pulled her gown down off of her breasts. Leanna shut her eyes. With another tug, Rose had the gown down around her ankles. Then Rose turned to Ruth, who readil
y presented herself to be stripped in turn.
“I think we can find some way to entertain and educate them tonight, my lady,” Rose purred, then turned to kiss Mayleen with the passion of a long-absent love. She brought her fingers to the Duchess’ lips, and Mayleen began to approvingly lick them clean, looking deeply into Rose’s eyes.
Sofi had fetched a basin and was washing Richard of his latest adventures in Rose. Ella began to untie Harriet’s legs, but Rose turned to make sure she was not unbound farther than that. Arms still bound tightly into the rope harness that constricted her breasts to an alarming reddish-pink, Harriet was hauled to her feet and introduced to Mayleen.
“My new toy,” Rose introduced proudly. “Yours tonight, if you wish.”
Mayleen released Leanna and approached the bound maid, taking her swollen nipples between her fingers. Harriet did not complain, even when those fingers slipped roughly between her legs.
“Has she been introduced to the Mill?”
Rose grinned at that. “No, she hasn’t. But she will be.”
“Then I know what we shall be about tonight,” Mayleen announced. “Among other things…”
Rose turned back to Marie, still bound and spread on the table.
“A reprieve for the night, my dear, as I suspect I will be otherwise engaged. But I shall send for you in the morning. You will spend the day with us.”
Ella took Ruth by the arms from behind. Mayleen took control of Harriet, and Rose seized Leanna in kind. Then Rose led the three couples to the stairs to what must be her chambers. She paused only to chide her husband:
“I would have her ass tonight if I were you. All the better to prepare her for the morrow.”
After the six were gone, Richard released Marie from her leg bonds and pulled her up from the table. But he did nothing about the ropes binding back her arms and constricting her breasts. Instead, he guided her up the stairs by that harness, saying nothing until they had reached his bedchamber.
“You give yourself to me completely?” he whispered in her ear. She bit her lip and nodded. He guided her to kneel upon the edge of the bed, then bent her forward until her constricted breasts pressed into the soft down mattress. He parted her thighs, and she could feel his hands opening her from behind.
Before she could catch her breath, she felt his tongue dig into her anus, probing and circling, then alternately lashing at her. It took a detour to lick her sex, savoring what she had produced in torment on the table, then returned to her ass with increased hunger. She felt his fingers fill her sex to capacity, all the while his tongue kept working. She shuddered and struggled, almost giggling as she panted her breath away.
Then, just as suddenly as he had attacked, he withdrew. From where she was, face half-buried in the bedding, she could see him fetch what she guessed was a pitcher of oil. He greased his sex with it, then she gasped as she felt his fingers working the lubricant into her ass. It didn’t hurt so much this time, even when she felt his finger pump deep, but it felt disturbingly like she had to void her bowels. After a few moments, he coached her to relax, and she felt herself stretched wider.
“This is two fingers,” he told her, starting slowly. But the more he worked, she began to moan—she realized what he was doing there was beginning to have an indirect effect on her sex, and she found herself pushing back against him. Then he paused, withdrew his fingers, and when he entered her again she was sure she would tear open, but she didn’t pull away.
“This is three,” he confirmed, barely moving them inside her. She was sweating, overwhelmed with sensation that was neither quite pain nor pleasure. “If you can bear three, you can bear my cock.” But then he made it more than bearable: the fingers of his other hand began massaging her slick clit, slipping inside her. She began to pant, to cry out in rhythm as she pumped her hips back into what he was doing, not caring how much he stretched her.
“Shall I proceed?” he asked softly, and she found she couldn’t speak to answer him, only jerk her head to nod. He carefully withdrew his fingers from her ass (but thankfully not her sex, where his thumb was hooked up beneath her pubic bone while his fingers tugged at the hood of her clit), and she felt the soft round knob of his cock probe at her, then slip inside, just an inch at a time, while his free hand helped open and steady her. She felt like she was about to explode as he filled her, and, in fact, did so within moments, convulsing and impaling herself even deeper while his fingers showed her no mercy…
She awoke before him, as the first light of dawn crept into the Solar. He had untied her while she slept, and the two were nestled together as lovers. When she tried to move, to stretch, she realized there was a deep aching down between her legs, but this came with an unexpected flash of pride, as if it were a battle injury well-earned, another trial successfully passed.
But her apprehension took her then, remembering that Rose would be coming for her, to subject her to what manner of humiliation and abuse she could not begin to imagine. Yet she felt as if she had come so far in the last days, that there was nothing anyone could do that would shock her sensibilities further. And in that, she felt free.
Holding Richard as he continued to sleep, she began to appreciate how much he did indeed seem to care for her. For how much had he protected her from Rose and the others up to this day? And how much attention had he directed solely at her, given that he had a castle full of beautiful and skillful women at his eager command. Indeed, if Sofi’s behavior the other morning were any indication, the others must be seething with the jealousy that they supposedly foreswore.
Marie had a wicked thought then, flashing back onto the interesting way Richard had chosen to wake her on a prior morning. Inspired, she pulled the linens down off of his body, and her fingers began to gently caress his cock, careful not to wake him. His sex began to swell in moments, and she eased herself down across him where she could reach it with her tongue, putting it to use as she’d been learning to. Richard began to stir, to stretch and moan, but did not appear awake yet. She began to work more hungrily, her tongue dancing on his erect sex. She could smell herself on him, and her own musk gave added passion to her task. She stroked his scrotum with her fingers while taking him deep into her mouth, her tongue continuing the dance all along.
She felt his hands reach out for her, though his eyes were still closed, flailing out to find her sex. Knowing his desires, she shifted up onto her knees, and pivoted to straddle his face—let him wake up tasting me, she thought—lowering herself teasingly to his lips.
Richard breathed deep of her and came awake hungry, grabbing her hips with his hands and sliding his tongue up and down through her lips, while he gently bucked his cock between her teeth. She felt it swell suddenly, pulse, and he broke contact with his tongue to gasp for breath. She took him all the way to the back of her throat, fighting her reflex to gag, and began to suck away what was issuing from him, his taste mixed with her own.
And it was at this very moment that they came for her.
“So much for the innocent little flower...”
It was Sofi and Juli, not Rose. Sofi held a coil of rope, looking down at her with barely-masked disdain. Juli looked at her with something quite different in her eyes. Marie sat up, still straddling Richard, quietly defiant, and also thoroughly self-satisfied that Richard seemed quite content to have her sex so shamelessly where it was. She found that she felt powerful, beautiful…
“You will come with us?” Sofi said, and it was more of a question than a command. Marie nodded without hesitation, rubbing herself one last time against her lover’s lips as she got up from him. And she found herself hoping that she still tasted of him when she met Rose.
Sofi tied her wrists behind her, and Marie locked eyes on Richard one last time. He seemed to be looking for consent again. Her smile gave it to him. Then they led her away.
Rose, it seems, had been too busy to come for Marie herself.
Marie found them with Ruth tied into the standing framework that previous tal
es had described, a six-sided crystal pyramid wedged up between her legs by a crank-operated jack. Rose knelt in front of the tormented girl, idly licking her clit while masturbating lazily with her own ivory phallus.
Ella was on her back on the bed, naked, legs splayed and interlocked with Mayleen’s, who was busy grinding their sexes together. There was no sign of Leanne or Harriet.
Rose kept at what she was doing for several minutes, ignoring their entrance. Then she convulsed with a bit of a shudder and fell back, apparently satisfied for the moment. Then she grinned at Marie. Reaching out with one foot, she spun the crank on the Judas’ Cradle, lowering the pyramid out of Ruth. The girl swayed as she tried to get her legs back. Marie did not want to imagine how long she had been kept in that state.
Rose’s toes reached up and played with the pyramid, which was somewhat larger than a man’s fist, but seemed smooth-edged, being made of cast glass rather than cut crystal.
“It’s called a deck prism,” Rose explained playfully, “used to funnel light below the decks of sailing vessels. I expect your father would recognize it. Much kinder than the sharp-edged wooden and metal wedges my predecessor favored. I’m sure you can appreciate that. Or you will, soon enough.”
Mayleen was looking her over hungrily, gnawing at her lip as she continued to grind into Ella. Ella, for her part, just kept her eyes shut and seemed to ignore them, lost in what was happening to her.
“Later, though,” Rose continued, getting up with some difficulty. “I’ve had enough of this particular toy for awhile. And we should be seeing to our girls down in the Mill…”
Rose untied Ruth, and Sofi and Juli came forward to help the obviously exhausted girl to the bed. Mayleen had finally ceased her work on Ella, bending to kiss her warmly before leaving her. Ella was humming quietly under her breath, apparently quite content to be left to comfort the spent Ruth, who slid up into her arms with what looked like equal contentedness.