The Adventures of Clarissa Hardy

by Chloe Gillis

  Hugo brought forth a small leather thong and began to whip the large girl between her legs. Her shaven mons grew redder and redder. Madam Sarkoff spread the girl’s cunt and pulled at her clit.

  “Enough,” she said, bending her head. She began to suck at the reddened twat. Clarissa’s arousal was heightened as she watched Madam Sarkoff sink her fingers into the bare, plump cunt. Hugo handed her the leather thong, the handle of which was shaped as a phallus. Madam Sarkoff plunged it deep into the now dripping cunt. Ursula let out a cry.

  “That’s it!” said Madam Sarkoff. “Scream out your passion. I mean to have it all!”

  Two servers approached and each one attached a silver clamp to Ursula’s turgid nipples, twisting slowly. Ursula gasped, “Oh! Oh! Yes! Stop! Oh, fuck me!”

  Madam Sarkoff laughed. “You seem confused, my dear,” she said, pulling out the whip. “Now, how many fingers can you take up the arse?”

  “No!” cried the slave.

  “Answer Madam!” barked Hugo.

  “I-I don’t know!” answered the new slave.

  Madam Sarkoff rolled the ample figure over. The two servers spread the large buttocks wide. Hugo poured oil into the crevice.

  Clarissa was shocked to see Madam Sarkoff actually lick the slave’s bung hole.

  Then, she slowly inserted her index finger. “One finger!” she said. The slave groaned and jerked. Another finger followed, then a third. Ursula grunted and heaved her arse. “More?” said Madam Sarkoff. “Tell me to fuck you in the arse, slave. You will enjoy your humiliation!”

  “Fuck me up the arse,” cried Ursula loudly.

  Madam Sarkoff began to move her fingers in and out, and Hugo began to whip. The large girl writhed on the floor, gasping. At last Madam Sarkoff withdrew.

  “A pleasurably soft and pliable ass,” she said to Hugo. “You are fortunate to have such a slave.”

  “Slave!” Clarissa heard Brom speak. She looked up. “I think you have seen enough. It is time to join the festivities. Present your arse to me.” Clarissa stood and backed up between Brom’s knees as he sat in his chair. He separated her buttocks. Clarissa gasped as he inserted a thick plug snugly up into her arse. “You will wear this all evening. It will heighten your senses.”

  “Yes, master.”

  “Now, suck my cock. I mean to take you through your paces.”

  Clarissa turned around and knelt between Brom’s knees. The plug moved inside her with her every motion. Indeed, it did as Brom said, heightening her sensations. She pulled aside his toga and was pleased to find that his cock was long and thick. Clarissa’s blood was high. She took the cock in her hands and closed her lips around the tip. For half a minute, she simply played with the tip, running her tongue around it, pulling at it with her lips. Then she slipped the throbbing shaft far into her mouth, cupping it with her tongue, sucking and pulling until Brom reached under her chin to pull her face up.

  “Enough for now,” he said.

  By this time, Hugo had joined them. Brom sat down on the couch and pulled Clarissa onto his lap. Grabbing her thighs, he pulled them apart. Hugo was ready. Before Clarissa quite knew what he was about, he drove his rigid cock deep into her. She was caught between the two masters, pressed between their heaving chests. She gasped with shock at the wave of sensation that went through her as he began to pound and thrust, his cock like a jackhammer. Hugo continued until he shuddered and collapsed forward, nearly smothering her as he leaned over Brom’s broad shoulder. Finally, he pulled himself upright and slipped out of her.

  Brom laughed. “And how do you find the new slave, Hugo?” he asked.

  Hugo caught his breath and wiped the sweat from his brow as he stepped back and took a long look at Clarissa, still on Brom’s lap, her thighs held asunder.

  “She is indeed tight,” remarked Hugo. “And fair.” He bent forward and parted the lips of Clarissa’s cunt. “She has a most beautiful twat and pert little clit. I think she is quite a valuable addition to our stable.”

  With that, he turned and walked away to attend to the stocky Dutch woman whom he had left cuffed to the wall. Clarissa saw him pick up a length of rope just before she felt the tug of the collar around her neck again.

  “You may suck me once more before we proceed,” said Brom, and Clarissa dropped to her knees.

  “Ah, and how is our newest slave responding?” It was Madam Sarkoff’s voice. Clarissa instinctively stopped what she was doing. It was a mistake. Instantly Brom was on his feet.

  “I gave no order to stop the sucking!” he said sternly, jerking her collar.

  “Recalcitrant, is she?” laughed Madam Sarkoff. “It appears you must teach her a lesson. Who is master. Who is slave.”

  “She must be humiliated,” agreed Brom. Then he said to Clarissa, “On your hands and knees, slave! Follow me.”

  Brom led Clarissa across the floor as Madam Sarkoff had led Kitty. He led her to a small clot of people bent over a slave. It was the young server. He was lying on a low table, trussed up like a holiday turkey and blindfolded. Bright red ropes went round his neck and over his chest. His arms and legs were secured by the rope behind him. He was utterly helpless. Several people watched as Mr. Humbolt toyed with his slave.

  “Suck the cock,” said Mr. Humbolt. The slave’s mouth opened and Mr. Humbolt inserted his stiff member. The slave sucked heartily until Mr. Humbolt withdrew. Rolling the young man over on his back, Mr. Humbolt took up a small cat-o-nine tails. Taking the slave’s balls in his hand, he flicked the man’s cock with the whip. The slave writhed and groaned.

  “Silence!” ordered Mr. Humbolt. “I want you hard! And I will whip you until you grow hard!” Flick, flick, went the whip. Clarissa could see the slave wince, but his cock was indeed growing harder and harder, larger and larger.

  Suddenly, Mr. Humbolt flipped the bound slave over on his stomach and began whipping his buttocks in earnest. When they were quite pink, Mr. Humbolt stopped.

  “Are we quite ready?” he said. There was a cheer from the small group, but not a sound from the slave. “Slave, are you ready?” said Mr. Humbolt. The slave nodded. Mr. Humbolt stroked his upturned ass, then spread the young man’s cheeks, exposing his hole filled by a plug. He rolled a plug around and removed it. Another slave appeared silently, bearing a ewer of oil. Mr. Humbolt poured the oil between the slave’s buttocks and then onto his own cock. He stroked the sphincter tenderly, gently inserting a finger, then two, then three, stretching the sphincter slowly to make it loose and pliable. The slave groaned and wriggled his arse. Mr. Humbolt reached under the young man and pulled at his cock, all the while fucking him gently with his fingers. At last he released the slave’s cock and withdrew his fingers. The slave’s back entrance remained quite open and relaxed. Climbing up on the low table behind the slave, Mr. Humbolt slipped his oiled cock into the young man’s waiting orifice. Everybody applauded. Mr. Humbolt proceeded to give an excellent fucking, bringing both himself and his slave to climax even as the slave strained against the ropes.

  “So you see how it is,” said Brom to Clarissa, smiling. “Follow me to the couch. On your hands and knees.”

  Somewhat apprehensive, Clarissa did as she was bid. What was to happen now? Would she be fucked in her arse, or cunt, or both?

  “Now climb up on the couch and drink this.” Brom handed her another small glass of the green liquid, and she drank it down. As the wave of warmth washed over her, Clarissa felt much of her apprehension dissipate. Madam Sarkoff appeared at Brom’s side carrying bits and pieces of leather and rope.

  Brom said, “Why, thank you, my dear. Have you lent out your own slave?”

  “She is resting. I saw that I had exhausted her. Now she is resting so she will be ready for what awaits her next.”

  “A good strategy, my love.”

  As distracted as she was, Clarissa just barely caught the words “my love” as Brom reached behind her to fasten a wide leather belt around her waist and pull it tight. It was jet black and hung with ma
ny rings and hooks. Were Brom and Madam Sarkoff a couple, then? Clarissa wondered, even as Brom threaded rope through a ring in her collar down through a ring at the back of the thick belt. He pulled it tight and Clarissa’s head was tipped back, her chin in the air.

  “You are a pleasure to watch, my dear,” said Madam Sarkoff in admiration.

  Brom smiled at her as he took Clarissa’s hands, holding them together behind her back. He slipped the rope through the golden rings in the cuffs, knotting the rope tightly so that her hands were held fast.

  “Lie down, on your side, slave,” he commanded, and Clarissa had no option but to obey. Brom took hold of her legs, one at a time, bending them into a half-squatting position. Once more, he threaded the rope through the rings on her ankle cuffs, pulling the rope as tight as he could and finishing with a flourish of intricate knots. Finally, he threaded the remaining tail of the rope through her tightly bound thighs, tying a knot that lay firmly against her now throbbing twat. Brom finished by tying the end of the rope to the front of the leather belt encircling Clarissa’s waist.

  Madam Sarkoff clapped her hands together. “You are truly an artist, my dear!” she said and planted a passionate kiss directly on his mouth. “Do you wish an audience? Yes, I think we should invite the others to take part in the slave’s initiation to humiliation.”

  So saying, she rang a little silver bell that hung from a silver chain around her neck. All around, Clarissa noticed the masters as they looked her way. Lying trussed up on the couch, she saw many of them smile, and then tether their own slaves to rings in the walls, sometimes bound and gagged, sometimes spread eagle, or bound much the same as herself. The masters began to collect around her.

  Brom leaned down and kissed her lips. “Bring the nipple clamps, my dear,” he said, “and the gag.” Madam Sarkoff left and returned momentarily with two silver clips which she fastened to Clarissa’s taut nipples. The pinch was so intense at first, that tears sprang into Clarissa’s eyes, but soon the pain began to fade into a titillating throbbing. Brom began to stroke her all over, slipping his hand between her tightly bound thighs and stroking her slippery cunt. She saw Brom nod to Madam Sarkoff. The tall woman approached Clarissa’s head.

  “Open your mouth, slave,” she ordered. Clarissa parted her lips and Madam Sarkoff inserted a hard leather bar and then strapped it behind Clarissa’s head. “You may chew on this, as the sensations you are about to feel may necessitate.”

  She reached over Clarissa and slowly removed the plug. Brom turned Clarissa from her side up onto her elbows and knees, then he stepped behind her. Her cunt was exposed and he lapped it voraciously. Clarissa tried to cry out in frustration as both the pain and the ecstasy grew dizzyingly, building to a fever pitch, but she was only able to manage a garbled groan. She gnawed at the leather bar. Brom began to spank her with his bare hand. She groaned and flinched with each strike. The spectators clapped their hands.

  “I shall finish her now,” said Brom to the crowd. The crowd cheered. Clarissa felt the plug as he reinserted it, pumping it in and out. She writhed and then, suddenly, his cock was in her. Brom began to thrust harder and harder, driving his hard cock into her again and again. With abandon, he smacked her upturned bottom, twirled the plug, and even bit her on the buttock again and again as he continued the relentless fucking. Clarissa lost all sense of time or feeling, until, without warning, her climax crashed down around her with an almost sickening intensity. She screamed. The crowd cheered and clapped, and then she felt Brom pull out from her, his rigid cock slapping against her buttocks. Then, as she gasped for breath, she felt his warm ejaculate flood over her bottom and drip down her thighs. The crescendo of the crowd was deafening. Brom collapsed onto the couch and pulled Clarissa over with him.

  Madam Sarkoff, brandishing a knife, stepped up and kissed first Brom and then Clarissa full on their lips before cutting the ropes that bound Clarissa.

  “The slave has been humiliated,” announced Brom, getting to his feet. “And so our little soiree must be ending.” He took Clarissa’s hand and pulled her gently to her feet. She felt weak in her knees and leaned against him. “However,” continued Brom, “there is one more thing that must be done. We have a slave here, who has been so submissive, so willing to please, so devoted, for so long, that today, Madam and I are making her a master! Madam, please bring the slave forward.”

  Madam Sarkoff smiled and walked to the wall where Kitty was manacled. She unlocked the manacles and led Kitty forward, completely unfettered.

  “Congratulations!” “Speech! Speech!” shouted the crowd. Kitty blushed.

  “I-I just don’t know what to say. I truly don’t!” she said softly.

  Brom said, “Madam Sarkoff, present our newest master with the long toga.”

  Madam Sarkoff draped the long, white toga over Kitty’s shoulders and tied it with a golden rope. “Congratulations, my dear!”

  “Now, your first act as master must be to take your pleasure with any person in this room, slave or master. We will watch.”

  “I thank you, Master Brom, and you, Madam Sarkoff,” said Kitty, looking around the room. Then she smiled slyly, and said, pointing at Madam Sarkoff, “Pick up the silken rope!”

  The crowd cheered and laughed and clapped as they crowded around to see Kitty make a slave of Madam Sarkoff, at least for this initiation act.

  Kitty tied the silken rope around Madam Sarkoff’s neck. She pushed the older woman down on the couch and tied the end of the rope to the couch leg. She reached into the basket and drew out a long phallus with leather straps. The spectators cheered as she buckled the straps around her waist. She was now in possession of a cock and Clarissa saw she meant to use it.

  Kitty folded up Madam Sarkoff’s toga and pulled her legs apart. Spreading the lips of the woman’s exposed cunt, Kitty heaved forward with her hips and drove the rubber phallus deep into the supine woman. Madam Sarkoff groaned as Kitty gave her a thorough fucking, all the while pulling and massaging the clit of her slave.

  Finally, Madam Sarkoff cried out and shuddered as she reached her climax. At last, Kitty pulled out, leaving Madam Sarkoff limp on the couch with a faint smile lingering on her lips. Kitty turned and bowed to the assembled crowd, who honored her with cheers and applause.

  Shortly thereafter, dressed in the tattered remains of their togas, Kitty and Clarissa ambled down the wide art-hung hallway.

  “Everybody became quite carried away, didn’t they?” remarked Clarissa pensively.

  “I told you,” answered her friend.

  “It was very interesting…and stimulating,” Clarissa pointed out.

  “So you had fun?”

  “Oh, I did, although, I must admit, I rather surprised myself. I mean, I am not a reticent personality, but I did not imagine myself in some of the situations in which I found myself this weekend!” Clarissa looked at Kitty and gave a little laugh.

  “Dear Clarissa, you were amazing! And Brom was very impressed with your sociability. Yet there is a bit of a secret. All the most adventurous parts of us are at once enhanced by the green drinks that we consume throughout the festivities!”

  “I thought as much!” exclaimed Clarissa. “I felt the arousal immediately after drinking it. From the inside out! Even before anybody touched me!”

  “Yes! It strips away our inhibitions and allows us to experience these adventures most pleasurably!”

  Clarissa opened the door to their room. The sun was just rising over the eastern horizon.

  “Oh, my, Kitty! It is daylight! Wherever did the night go?”

  “We could discuss that forever, my friend! We could discuss that forever!” And so saying, Kitty stepped out of her toga and crawled between the sheets of her bed. She was snoring before Clarissa had finished undressing.

  Part Seven

  Clarissa Falls in Love

  IT WAS THE END OF THE DAY. Clarissa was tired and she said as much to Kitty as she tidied her desk at the Tribune.

  “I think I sh
all go directly home, have a cup of hot soup from Mrs. Duncan, and go to bed!”

  Kitty laughed. “Well, I am back out to the countryside.”

  “To visit Brom? Is there another party?”

  “Oh, no,” said Kitty, quite shyly. Clarissa looked up at the change of tone in her friend’s voice.

  “What is it, Kitty?”

  “I-I…well, I am going out to see Hugh.”

  “Hugh?”

  “Oh, I’m sorry. You know him as Hugo.”

  “Hugo!” Clarissa searched Kitty’s face. “Kitty, please, what is this about?”

  A flush lit up Kitty’s face. Her eyes sparkled. “I went out to see Brom and Madam Sarkoff, just for a visit. Hugh—that’s his real name—and I got to talking and then we took walks. We began to see that we were getting on famously. He-he has been writing me letters. He has invited me back to the countryside for the weekend! Clarissa, oh! I think we are falling in love!”

  Clarissa’s face lit up with happiness for her friend. “Kitty! That is marvelous! I am so happy for you!”

  “I am very happy myself,” said Kitty shyly. “Well, dear, I must be off! I am catching the train in fifteen minutes!”

  “Have a wonderful time!” exclaimed Clarissa earnestly as her friend turned to leave. Kitty looked back over her shoulder and gave a little wave. Clarissa had never seen her so happy.

  It must be marvelous to be really in love, thought Clarissa. Although she had had so many lively adventures, she had never really been in love. Eddie had been just silly. Her liaison with Roger had been physical only. Eleanora was…well, while she had had a good time and learned much, Clarissa really preferred cock to cunt. Andrew had almost done it for her, but there was still something missing. She wanted somebody who took her breath away, who obliterated the memory of all the others. Somebody with whom to build a life and face the future.