Menage Bk 1: Stephanie's Menage

by Mari Byrne

  The young man looked up at her, swallowing to ease the dryness in his mouth. When he finally spoke, his voice croaked.

  "Yes, your Majesty. Punish me if you must."

  It was the answer Sara wanted to hear. It really was too bad he would be dead come morning.

  Sara looked to the Crone who now crouched in the corner a bit further from Lovely and herself, and smiled.

  “If you’ll wait, you won’t be disappointed. Have patience.”

  The Crone nodded and watched as once again the two bodies began their dance. Again.

  The body lay still as Sara gazed down in fascination. This wasn't the first time she had seen a dead body and she knew it wouldn't be the last. It continuously amazed her that she could kill so easily and feel nothing. After Dain's death, she had vowed to do anything to hold the throne, and she would, even if it meant the death of a worthy co-conspirator.

  The Crone had given her an excuse for the many untold hours of pleasure she'd received from the young men and women she'd consumed—as well as providing her with delightfully creative ways to torture peasants and titled subjects alike.

  It was a shame but… Shrugging indifferently, Sara clapped her hands loudly and the door opened immediately.

  "Take that—" she waved a hand in the direction of the body of the old Crone while she walked toward a door, "…out. And have someone clean up this mess immediately.”

  Opening the door now in front of her, she entered an attached room and shut the door behind her. Looking toward a rack on the far wall, the main focus of the room, she smiled at the young men hanging from shackles.

  The privilege of her crown was indeed such a pleasure. Smiling, she inspected her choices, as well as her favorite implements of torture in a room full of them. The metal rods of discipline she preferred sizzled nicely in red-hot coals kept that way by servants she never saw.

  "Now that the sacrifice is complete, and my plans set into motion, I'm ready for some more sport. Which tasty morsel shall I sample from this rousing set of ’Cock and Balls‘?" Sara chuckled as she walked toward the naked bodies hanging on the wall.

  "Which of you treats shall tempt my eager palate tonight? Hmmm?" Her hand stroked over a bulging male pec, tweaking the clamp attached to a nipple. She trailed her finger through blood dripping from a pierced ring downward making a trail along the chest and stopping just above a jutting cock.

  "I'm pleased you are so eager to see me again. You can provide me with more pleasure than the Crone ever did. Show me you were worth her sacrifice."

  Wrapping her hand around the man's pride, she gave his dick a few strokes with one hand and fingered his balls with the other.

  "I must admit I am delighted you're finally up for another round. I could go all night and happily go through the day tomorrow! None of you have yet to bore me, and I'm so very glad I've kept you all around for a bit longer tonight." Her tone was matter of fact while still carrying a malicious undertone of sexual tension.

  Sighing heavily, Sara let go of her toy and turning her head from side to side, assessed her choices. Shrugging, Sara chose the rod closest to her heating up in the burning coals. Turning her head briefly, she watched as the end glowed bright red and a thin trail of smoke rose up from the branding rod she pulled from the heat. Smiling winningly, she brought the fired rod up to the flesh in front of her while stroking the penis in her other hand harder, bringing a moan of painful pleasure from her victim.

  "Now that the preliminaries are over, are you ready for the real fun to begin?"

  The screams the inhabitants of the castle listened to coming from the Queen's chambers were ignored, just as they had been every other time they were heard. Those who had lengthy memories crossed themselves and thanked their gods it wasn't them offering up delights to the Queen as they scurried to attend to their own duties.

  * * * * *

  Sometime later, the bloodied figure collapsed against the wall in exhaustion. Blood streamed from him, even as pain throbbed in places he hadn't even known could be hurt. He had to get to Shan Lin and Vincent. Those twins were of the very few who could get a message to the Princes about the Queen and her plans.

  Slowing his labored breathing as best he could, the man used the last of his strength to push himself away from the wall and stumbled onward. The Twin Warriors might be the Princes' last hope.

  Vincent woke at the uneven tapping on the door. The shack they had been given by the Queen’s aide for quarters wouldn't have housed a goat comfortably, and any sound made was quickly amplified into a thunderous, cacophony.

  It was true both he and his brother had become used to more comfortable surroundings; but, it hadn't taken them very long to settle back into the routine of living in inhospitable places.

  Unwrapping himself from the thin fur he'd brought with him, Vincent got up, picked up his sword and on silent feet went to a slit in the wall to find out who, or what, had disturbed them.

  Propped against the door, the shape of a man could barely be discerned under the crust of dried blood coating a slumping body.

  Shan Lin! Wake! Vincent called to his brother through their link.

  From the corner of his eye, Vincent watched as Shan Lin moved immediately to a defensive crouch.

  What is it brother? More Horrd come for a rematch?

  Vincent gave a silent laugh as he answered.

  No, Shan Lin. If anything, they've sent us one of their victims as an ambush.

  The uneven tapping continued, as if whoever stood at the door was desperate for someone to be there. Shan Lin went on silent feet to stand near the other side of the door.

  Ready whenever you are. Vincent heard his brother's soft words in his mind. Vincent reached his hand out to the latch even as he continued to watch through the slit. As quick as he could, he jerked on the latch and the door slammed open into the room’s wall. A body fell through the opening onto the floor and emitted a torturous groan of pain.

  He knelt by the body and felt Shan Lin brush by him, on his way out the door. He knew his brother would locate any enemies lurking in the shadows.

  Vincent ran his hands lightly over the figure on the floor, checking for traps. All he could find was blood and bits of flesh clinging to the person lying before him.

  Vincent started to stand, wiping the gore on his own clothing, when he heard a whisper.

  "What?" He bent closer, ready in case the blood, which covered the body, didn't belong to the person lying on the floor.

  "Try again. I can barely hear you." Bending closer, he cocked his ear toward the figure in an attempt to hear better.

  "Vin…Queen…kill Mit…Kri…get warriorsssss…" The words trailed off into a hiss, then stopped altogether as the man sank into unconsciousness.

  Vincent looked down at the mess in front of him, a recognition coming into his eyes, and swore softly.

  Shan Lin came back in just as Vincent picked the body up gently and placed it on a scarred table at the far side of the room.

  "What's up with…that?" Shan Lin gestured to the figure Vincent draped on the table.

  "Help me clean him up. I think I know who it is, and whatever he was babbling about has to do with the Queen, Mitch, Kristain, and death." Even as he spoke, Vincent ran over to their supplies to dig for their emergency kit.

  "And if it’s what I think has happened, we're going to need all the information he can give us."

  Chapter 1

  “Now that we’re here, we need to fit in. Clothes, a place to stay, transportation, and learning a little Earth lingo would help. The woman we’re searching for needs to know we can blend in to any surrounding. We want to be an asset to our Queen.”

  Kristain nodded as they surveyed their surroundings.

  “I agree. Let’s see if we can’t find out what currency they deal in.”

  Walking forward, the brothers went to make a life for themselves in the Earth’s realm and find their bride.

  It took them longer than they had anticipated to e
stablish themselves as two rich businessmen with nothing better to do with their time than play. Once they were settled, their search for a bride had begun in a surprising direction.

  Babbet Carlson turned out to be the antithesis of what they agreed was their perfect mate. She was conniving, manipulative, and cruel. Her taste in sexual conduct was selfish, perverse, and often sadistic.

  Both Mitch and Kristain had a taste for bondage, but not to the extent Babbet enjoyed it. Their first taste of Babbet’s proclivities had been a surprise. The second called an end to their liaison.

  The three had been having a raunchy bout of sex which seemed to satisfy the craving both men had begun to notice in Babbet when, from some hidden place in her bed, she pulled out a short stake and begun to drag it across Kristain's haunches.

  “Riad! What the hell?” Kristain slapped a hand against his ass as pain shot up through his buttocks. Bringing his hand up to inspect it, he found the wet stickiness of blood blooming on his hand.

  The look of puzzled pain that Kristain gave Babbet intensified as he found the sharp stake still in her grip.

  “Either your nails need cutting, or that doesn’t belong in this bed!”

  Setting down the stake, Babbet took one look at the blood on Kristain’s hand, moved her hips against Kristain's rapidly retreating cock. Bringing his hand to her mouth, she licked at the blood.

  “Hey! Stop it, woman! What the…unggggh.” Kristain tried to jerk his hand from Babbet but was unable to stop her frenzied movements.

  It didn’t take long before she cried out her release, and cooed her praise to Kristain.

  “Oooo. That was amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever had a harder release. A little blood in the mix is always…” Her words trailed off as he pushed off the bed and strode angrily toward her bathroom.

  Mitch, who had been waiting to join in with Babbet and Kristain, picked up the stake she’d laid aside, and began to get an idea of just what the woman was into. It wasn't necessarily he and his brother weren't into kink, because they were. It just wasn't the same kink Babbet was into. They didn't feel the need to inflict pain the way she appeared to, and it explained the uncertain feelings they initially had about her.

  Damn if this woman didn’t parallel their mother a little too much for Mitch’s tastes. Then again, perhaps it was only one incident. A woman in the heat of passion could be excused the first time for over enthusiasm. If not, best to find out now.

  Babbet paced the hallway as she waited for Kristain and Mitch to come down the stairway of her home. She tried to guess every reason the two men could come up with for leaving, and continually went back to the Bone Scratcher she had used on Kristain two nights before.

  She had assumed both men were into a little more kink than they were, and her assumption had apparently been very costly.

  She now wondered if she shouldn't have asked, or even eased them into the kind of bed games she enjoyed, no—craved. But Babbet had always gotten her way in the bedroom before, by dominance or torture, whichever worked on the individual man she was with.

  Even after both men had returned from the bathroom that night, and Kristain had bowed out, Mitch had explained neither man was into actual pain with their pleasure. If it was a problem for Babbet, she needed to speak up now, and they would end their affair so she could find a man or men to indulge herself in her desires.

  Even as Mitch spoke, Babbet had shaken her head and gone to stop Kristain from leaving.

  “Really, Kristain. It was only a little bit of blood. It enhances the sex and I like the taste. You could try just a…”

  “Woman, are you out of your mind? I should have made it clear from the beginning. No blood. But by Riad, I won’t let you gouge me again!”

  “Please. I won’t. Mitch?” Babbet turned to the second twin. “Talk to him. Tell him I mean it. I’ll make it up to you both.” Tears formed in her eyes, falling in rivulets down her cheek.

  The men each looked to the other, and then at Babbet, whose tears continued to stream down her cheeks just as she’d planned, and sought to soothe away her supposed genuine concern.

  Babbet had smiled through her tears.

  “Anything you want. I’ll let you do with me as you both please.”

  “Well now. If you’re serious Babbet, there are better ways to feel pain that don’t actually hurt.”

  Mitch walked up to Babbet and grasped both her hands in one of his.

  “Well, not much anyway. But you’ll still get the same pleasure from the pain we’ll inflict.”

  Kristain smiled toward his brother, then walked over to join the pair.

  “And I’ll be more than happy to show you the error of your ways.”

  Kristain swung his arm back and brought it down across Babbet’s ass with a satisfying smack.

  Babbet shivered as she felt the stinging pain travel through her bottom toward her quivering thighs.

  In a voice rough with lust she purred her pleasure to the pair.

  “Thank you, Master. More please.”

  Now she wondered if she shouldn't have just gone on with their vanilla kinks for a short time as opposed to her darker ones she had injected again in a frenzy of lust.

  She turned to the stairway when she heard the first footstep on the top step and rushed to cling to the balustrade, which stood sentinel at the bottom of the stairway. She looked up to find Mitch behind Kristain, both men carrying the luggage they had come with.

  Kristain started down the stairway to see Babbet was having difficulty keeping the temper out of her eyes and voice. She looked prepared to beg the two men to stay, and the idea seemed to leave a bad taste in her mouth. To Kristain, it clearly showed on her face.

  "Please!" She began as Mitch stepped behind Kristain and began his descent. "Whatever you ask, whatever you want, I'll do it. Just please stay. You two are the only men in my entire sexual experience to give me an orgasm, to bring out the woman in me. I am begging you to reconsider." Her tears fell, and the pain of the two men leaving leaked through her voice.

  Kristain stopped two steps from the bottom and Mitch a few behind him. He looked at the woman who had bloodied him and his brother one time too many, and turned the look of an angry prince on her rather than that of a lover.

  "Madame. You were asked, and warned my brother and I were not to be bloodied. Instead of adhering to our wishes, you continued your assaults on our persons." Kristain continued down the stairs while Mitch followed toward the door.

  "I swear! Not one more scratch, not another cut, no more blood!"

  Mitch stopped in his progress toward the door and turned to look at Babbet. The look in his eyes made her cringe.

  "Your continued pursuit of your own pleasure at the cost of pain to others will someday be your downfall." Even as he spoke, he remembered the look on her face as she had licked the blood off his brother’s hand.

  The maniacal smile she had worn when she had first seen the blood made him shudder. And he made sure she saw his disgust run through him as he remembered.

  He turned again and looked to his brother. Kristain nodded to him in silent agreement, they weren't the ones to punish this woman.

  The brothers went through the door of the splendidly lavish house and heard Babbet, a woman they couldn't imagine as their mate, shriek vile words at them and curse their manhood.

  "You'll be back! I swear it! You'll never find another woman to give you what I've been able to! You'll never find another woman who'll take the both of you and give you what I can. The pleasures you've found with me has made you men. You'll only ever be half men until you come back to me! Bastards! What's a little blood between lovers? You liked it! You're just too damn childish to know what it takes to please a woman! Damn you, come back!"

  Her sobs and curses droned on until the two men opened their truck doors and climbed in, shutting the doors as if to shut out the relationship they had briefly shared with the woman.

  Mitch turned to his brother and with a mental strok
e of shared pain and comfort, spoke.

  "I'm sorry. I wish somehow we had seen that coming." He reached out and grasped Kristain's shoulder.

  Kristain continued to look out the windshield of the truck, but brought his own hand up to join with his brother's. "I know, I know. If we hadn't been so intent on our own pleasures instead of the pursuit for our bride, we both might have seen her for what she was."

  When he turned to look at Mitch, a small smile played at his lips. "But remember this, brother mine. We will surely know the woman who is our intended bride when we meet her."

  Mitch held out his hand, and Kristain nodded. As they clasped hands, both opened their minds to show that in all things, they trusted each other.

  Almost One Year Later

  "Wait! Don't move." The woman continued to hold onto Kristain's arm as she scanned the room for her sister. "I know she was talking to—well, I can't remember their names right now, but it was over there near the buffet table."

  She finally turned back to Kristain and looked into his eyes imploringly.

  "I'm so sorry. I don't mean to keep you, it's just…well, an acquaintance of ours suggested I ask…ummm—" She paused, and stopped completely to look over his shoulder.

  Kristain felt Mitch behind him and knew what had made the woman silent. It happened every time a woman laid eyes on the brothers together.

  "Hello." Kristain heard Mitch say and knew he could have gotten away from the woman. She reached out her other hand clasping his brother's in welcome while mumbling a hello.

  Mitch let go of her hand and turned to his brother. "Are you going to introduce me?"

  Kristain smiled. "It seems our reputation has preceded us. This is Jan Armand, and at present, she is looking for her sister. Jan has informed me her sister, Stephanie, has asked her about finding two interested partners for a ménage à trois."