“I’m fine… I-uh…just fine. I didn’t mean to interrupt.” She glanced down the table at the Marquis, who, like the others, stared at her in wait. His gaze was arresting, turning Honoria into a quietly hysterical mass of ragged nerves. She put her hands in her lap and fidgeted with them, while smiling respectfully and then glancing down. Antonia found her mother’s behavior puzzling and was about to speak when Rupert suddenly jumped in.
“Antonia, it’s been a long day for you, I think it’s time for you to retire to your room. I’m sure the rest of the evening’s plans will bore you.”
“How can you assume that?” she said, trying very hard to be sweet. She thought she saw a look of disapproval in her mother’s eyes. “I think I’d like to stay.”
“I know you might think so, but I’m making the call for you tonight. Run a long now.”
Antonia hesitated, looking from Rupert to her mother, as if seeking some support.
“I’m sure Rupert’s right,” Honoria had the presence of mind to say without offending the master.
Feeling put-down like a small child, Antonia was almost in tears. But since the conspiracy seemed to be coming as much from her mother as her husband, she decided that to argue was pointless.
She graciously paid her respect to Rupert’s guests and scurried unhappily from the room. Once she’d left, her husband excused himself and followed his wife up the stairs.
“Am I not old enough, worthy enough to be a wife to you?” she asked her husband, despondently. She honestly didn’t care if she was; it was the fact that she was being forced out for unknown reasons that upset her.
“Frankly, I didn’t think you’d care to be there.”
“And if I did?”
“You’d still spend the evening upstairs. Now get undressed—quickly. I need to get back to my guests.”
“Well, then, go,” she said.
“No, you’ll get undressed first. I have plans for later.”
The two squared off, eyeing each other like opponents. Antonia, however was no match for Rupert’s unflinching intensity. She knew that the ground she walked on was slipping under her feet like sand. She remembered her mother’s eyes and her mother’s unexpected complicity in Rupert’s decision. Even now, staring at her husband and seeing the lust written in his unwholesome expression, her body smoldered with undeniable, though unwanted sexual arousal.
She began to undress.
Having won her obedience, Rupert moved to the other side of her bedroom, to a locked cabinet from which he withdrew something unseen by her.
“Turn down the covers and lie down on the bed, wife,” he said on returning to her side.
He scared her. But her fright was only more fuel for desires that billowed in reckless waves through her young body. She hated even the thought of getting turned on by the man she now despised, but that was exactly what was happening. Was she betraying Rafael? she wondered to herself.
She remembered the night at the pool house when her lover ordered her to submit to her husband. Rafael said he was a practical man. But would he be ‘practical’ enough not to condemn her for this disloyal lust?
“Lie down,” Rupert had to repeat.
Responding to the chilling coldness in her husband’s voice, Antonia did as she was told.
Rupert wordlessly moved around to the four corners of the bed and cuffed each wrist and ankle, padlocking each buckle and attaching each cuff to chains that looped around the four bedposts. Antonia was silent too, though some small defiance made her weakly resist when Rupert grabbed her first wrist. His eyes brought her quickly around, and relenting, Antonia could do nothing but allow herself to be securely bound to the bed.
“You look very appealing to me this way,” Rupert said. He’d just clicked the last padlock shut.
The bondage rattled ominously whenever she moved.
“Why, Rupert?” she asked meekly.
“Because this is what I want from you tonight, wife,” he answered. “As the evening wears on and I enjoy my guests’ company, I’ll think of you lying here. A secret shudder of satisfaction will keep my erection on edge all night. Having a helpless victim tethered to my consciousness will constantly remind me of my power. That is my aphrodisiac, my Antonia. The one I love the most.” He fished for something in his pants pocket. “And here,” he showed her something that looked like a small dildo. “This will keep you from falling asleep. It’s called ‘the little sadist,’ because it’s very invasive in vibration…state of the art in fact. There’s a programmed microchip inside that is designed to read your physical signals for spasmodic activity. If you get too close to coming, it will shut right down until your body has sufficiently retreated, then it will start up slowly. I’ve seen women go on for hours, as long as two days with one of these inside them, and not come. The nice thing about this model is that there are inserts for both the vagina and the rectum, so both of your openings will be stimulated. I understand, though I’ve not seen it yet, that the sensations are even more deeply penetrating and extreme with the anal add-on, again without the benefit of the orgasmic finale. You’ll be held on the precipice in wait until I return.”
“Oh, Rupert, this is torture!” Antonia cried, as her husband inserted the two small bullets deep in both orifices. There was a leather piece that covered the openings and straps that held the leather in place. Using a remote control, Rupert set the program off.
“That’s what they mean by ‘the little sadist.’” He smiled.
“Oh, why do you hate me?” she wept.
Although the question was basically rhetorical, Rupert considered it thoughtfully for a few moments. He finally said, “I don’t hate you, Antonia. I don’t think I’m capable of that intense an emotion. I’m a sadist and you’re a thing I use to satisfy my craving. Hate? This is not about hate. It’s strictly about desire. I had hoped that your desire would be the proper compliment for mine. It might still be. I think if you surrendered a little more, you might just find this a pleasurable experience.” His train of thought ended abruptly. Then remembering his further plans, he finished, “I need to get back to my guests. I suppose by the time I get there they will all be naked.”
The picture of an orgy was the thought he left her to ponder as the vibrating grasp of the sadistic device began to do its wicked work.
***
When Rupert re-entered the dining room, the lively conversation was still going strong. Everyone seemed to join in the exchange about politics and global warming—all but Honoria, who was noticeably silent, except for the one instance when the Marquis specifically addressed a question to her.
“I understand you lived for many years on a working ranch and farm. What kind of environmental issues did you have there?”
“Oh, I’m afraid that was my husband’s concern,” she said, self-consciously. “He didn’t bring me into matters of business.” In her mind, the sound of her voice had a hollow and awkward ring. She felt stupid answering this way, but would have sounded more so if she’d tried to guess at matters she knew nothing about. Everyone looked at her, waiting, expecting more, but her tongue had gone silent with nothing to say.
The Marquis finally nodded and posed a different question to one of Rupert’s male friends, letting Honoria off the hook.
A few minutes later when Rupert returned, she was almost glad that the evening would take a new turn. If this had to do with her, then they might as well get on with it. As expected, Rupert suggested that his guests retire to the adjoining room. The large living room was rarely used, but had obviously been furnished for the comfort of many guests. There were two large leather couches and several chairs in a grouping that accommodated the entire party, especially since three of the women were ordered to sit on the floor—actually one woman sat on a low stool, but the effect was the same, defining the relationship she had with the man who sat above her. Honoria sat at Rupert’s feet.
As soon as the guests settled in, a crescendo of energy swept through the room and the ero
tic flavor of the evening intensified. A small argument began between one couple, a Dominant male and submissive female, that ended with the testy redhead held firmly by the hair as she unbuttoned her dress and removed it over her feet. She wore a pale turquoise corset underneath that left her breasts completely exposed while pushing them into a cleavage that drew everyone’s eye. The nipples centered in her round breasts were dark with hard-knotted centers. They luridly invited every eye to gaze on them, while the reluctant woman squirmed uncomfortably from the forced exposure.
“She’s due to be beaten, Rupert,” her Dominant said, in reference to his submissive’s small rebellion.
“Then she’ll be beaten,” the man answered.
“But I want her beaten here, in this room.”
“Really? Not the dungeon?”
“No. She gets too much satisfaction from dungeon sceneing. Tonight she needs the punishment, not the pleasure.”
Rupert smiled broadly at the idea. “We do have our ways, Garcia, don’t we?”
He nodded, while Rupert turned his attention to the other submissive female, the one sitting on the stool. The eyes of the room followed his, resting on Marco Ruiz’s Solona.
She too squirmed uneasily, suddenly the center of attention. She sat with her feet folded back under her, something that would be difficult for a woman as big as Solana, but she managed; she’d been trained well. Her raven-colored hair fell nearly to her waist, covering her shoulders in a cloud of black. She was a voluptuous woman, a hellcat, but she also understood her place.
Marco grabbed her hair and tugged; the woman faintly winced.
“Maybe we’ll play later,” Marco said to his host. “But for now, we watch. I prefer not to broadcast my plans in advance.”
Rupert nodded, then his eyes searched the rest of his guests. “I’d suggest that if you’re squeamish because of what we do here, you’d better excuse yourselves.” He looked directly at the two women who sat like prima donnas in haughty but discreet defiance of men who viewed their wives and lovers as lowly chattel.
Pilar, the brunette who’d blushed so when the Marquis spoke to her at dinner, was now fully composed, sitting beside her husband and holding his hand as if he were her possession. “You think Marietta and I can’t handle your brutality, Rupert, you have no idea what your female counterpart can be like,” she said, icily.
“Oh, you’re saying you’re allowed to behave as a Domme?” Rupert matched her sarcasm.
“I behave as I choose. I’m a free woman.”
“These women are free to choose. Would any of you deny that?” he searched the faces of the humbled women, including the submissive Honoria at his feet. None would speak.
“They hardly look like they have the right to choose,” she quipped. “Pedro can play with his fantasies if he likes, just as I have my lovers. But I would never allow myself to be so abused.”
“Then obviously you’ll never know what pleasures there are to be gained,” Rupert said.
The woman rose from her chair. “You know, I think I’ll have a smoke on the veranda while you men are beating your pretty toys. Want to join me?” she asked Marietta.
“Why not? The air is fresher outside.” She turned to her husband, “Sorry, Jose.”
“Ah, get on with you, bitch,” he shoved her forward and she flashed him a dirty look over her shoulder as she sauntered out of the room, her butt cheeks looking like two fat melons as they swayed beneath her long silk skirt.
With the pair gone, Rupert saw his plan unfold without any difficulty.
“Maybe we shouldn’t have brought them, but they insisted,” Jose said.
“They’ll do better outside,” Rupert said. “I’m having Luisa bring them drinks. They can swim if they like. The pool is lovely this time of day.”
“I’m sure they’ll have no problem amusing themselves,” the man joked.
“Marquis,” Rupert moved on, his eyes lighting on the gray-haired man to his right. “It’s been an honor having you here. I hope you’ll continue to enjoy your stay; I have much yet to show you.”
“Yes, it has been pleasant.” Though he frowned a bit. “But you wouldn’t mind if brought Toro inside? I hear him whimpering. I’m afraid I’m an indulgent master.”
Rupert nodded his consent, and the Marquis moved to the outside patio door where the leashed animal sat waiting for his master.
“What kind of dog is that?” Frederico asked, as the guest of honor returned to his chair with the animal at his side.
“Mastin Pasado. A Spanish Mastiff. He’s especially large, but unusually devoted for this breed. I am still training him.”
“I take it you have more than one animal in your kennel?” Jose asked.
The Marquis laughed. “Indeed. I have three breeds, now ten dogs, three breeding bitches. I do as much training as I can, but I have two trainers who do most of the work. I dabble when I have time. When I travel by car, however, I try to take one of my dogs with me. It’s a comfort, good company and good for them.”
The testy redhead noticeably shuddered.
“I think you have my wife scared to death.”
“Really? Of an animal like this?” the Marquis was surprised.
“What do you think, Honoria?” Rupert asked the woman at his feet.
“I am used to dogs, sir.”
“Are you now? And how used to them are you?”
She shrugged. “I would sometimes spend nights in my husband’s kennel.”
“Oh, so you have an intimate understanding of the animals.”
“I’m not sure what you mean.” She looked up at him puzzled.
“No? Hmm. I wonder.” He peered down into Honoria’s bewildered eyes. “Look at the beast.”
“Sir?”
“Look at him.”
Honoria turned her head and stared at the obedient mastiff sitting on its haunches beside the Marquis’ chair. The man held the leash loosely in his lap while gently stroking Toro’s head.
“Does he raise an inner fire in you?” Rupert asked, but then just as quickly jumped in, “No, you don’t have to answer, just think about it, Honoria. How intimate would you be?”
She could feel the heat on her cheeks rise, and a burning in her throat. These sensations were not unusual, although being erotic, they seemed particularly inappropriate and unwanted at this moment.
“You were trained to be a beast yourself, were you not? Just as these women have been? I wonder what you feel inside.” He put his hand on her shoulder and shoved, “Move to your hands and knees.”
Honoria gazed at the man again, stupefied.
“No, don’t look at me; look at Toro,” he scolded, “Don’t take your eyes off the mastiff’s face.” Honoria turned back, obeying the man, her eyes resting on the animal. “Now on your hands and knees.”
As Honoria obeyed, Rupert dropped to the floor at her side, placed his hand on her ass and slowly worked her skirt up her thighs.
“Let’s see what effect we have here, hmmm? Maybe that will tell us a story about the slut’s lust.”
With her skirt up over her hips, her ass was bare, her privates available for the man to explore at will. “Part your legs and let me feel,” he said.
She did as she was ordered, submitting to the invading hand that went directly for her vagina with a ruthless purpose driving him.
“Aw, just as I thought,” he smiled. “The woman’s dripping female cum. Look!” He lifted his hand to show the group his glistening fingers. “It’s because she knows the feral quality of animals, isn’t that right? You look that animal in the eye and lust for him.”
Rupert’s hand began to work her hard as the macabre cruelty of his words worked her mind into the tangle of crude thoughts.
“Think of it. A powerful beast, and you’re its beastly counterpart. You can imagine it, can’t you? And the thought of it makes you burn. Burn, Honoria.” He jabbed his fingers into her like an erection. “You want it, don’t you? You can feel the intensity of the an
imal pounding inside you the way my hand drives for power. You want to be over powered; used inhumanly, degraded by this creature.”
The dark eyes of the mastiff bore into her as if Toro knew exactly what the man was saying.
“Look at him! Look at him! Let him get inside you. That is what you want.” Rupert fucked her opening now with relentless passion. “You can imagine it happening, you know what it will feel like, the pleasure will sweep over you. Say you want it. Tell me.” He shook her body hard with his hand. “Tell me! Honoria. Tell me now!”
Her mind was a horrible mess. Confused. Ashamed. But her body had just one goal now as Rupert’s penetrating fingers found the edges of her orgasm and began to nurture it with just the right amount of tease and thrust.
“Tell me, slut, you want the power of this nasty beast inside you. Tell me!”
His words hit like stones, bruising the tender femininity that was her natural appeal.
Her face was hot, her body writhing involuntarily on the man’s probing hand.
“Tell me!” he ordered. His voice rose. “Tell me!”
“Yes, yes!” she finally blurted out, “Yes, I want it.” Tears streamed down her face even as she began to shudder in the first stages of a tempestuous climax.
“Of course, you do! You slut,” Rupert laughed. “The slut wants to get off,” he looked toward his awed guests, while his fingers continued their wicked sport.
Honoria could not stop the fire. More of his tormenting hand and the spasms brightened in her belly, while her sex writhed on Rupert’s hand, clutching at it with her inner muscles. Her head fell back, her eyes closed, she moaned fitfully.
He jerked her hard. “No, bitch, look at the animal,” the man insisted. “Look at him. Don’t deny your thoughts. You know what you desire.”
As the climax screamed through her body, she forced her eyes to open again and gaze at the Marquis’ dog.
Rupert taunted her more. While he smacked her ass with one hand, his other thrust inside her body where her juices poured out in copious amounts. For several minutes of twisted agony and pleasure, her body shook with the sensations pounding meanly through her, hammering her to exhaustion.
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