Robert and Claudia came in together, following Chris. As they were told, they bowed to Alex and Grendel, and then went to the platform of mats made for them on Alex’s low table. Chris had told them that there would be supplies handy. Robert noted the presence of lubricant and condoms, and he fought the continual blushing that had come over him when Claudia slipped her hand in his and gave him a quick kiss outside the door.
The room was mostly shadowed, with light coming from flickering candles placed on shelves and on the corners of equipment. Claudia was grateful that it seemed that the owners could see her better than she could see them. Thinking of this day, this time, had given her a sense of romance and naughtiness at the same time. How terrible to make love in front of people, like you were doing some kind of sex show! And how wonderful to do it for the pleasure of a mistress, with someone who is kind and loving, in a room designed for the most exotic sensual encounters. She turned and kissed Robert again, full on the mouth, surprising him.
In the shadows, Grendel smiled. He reached over to his right and found Sharon’s leash, and tugged. Carefully, he guided her to his lap, bending her head down to his groin. Alex gave him a brief glance and drank some more. She would wait until something interesting was happening in front of them. She replaced her glass on Brian’s back and turned her attention back to the two slaves.
It took Robert a moment to respond, but when he realized that the time had come, he took Claudia into his arms and kissed her back, passionately. She felt good in his arms, small and strong, all curves and curls, smelling of soap and flowers. He ran one gentle hand through her hair, and then started running kisses over her throat and then across her shoulders. She tried to do the same for him, but he was taller and more insistent, and she relaxed in his arms and let him do as he pleased.
“Very nice,” Grendel muttered. Alex wasn’t sure if he was referring to what he was watching or what he was feeling, and she smiled again.
Robert slid down to his knees, sinking into the soft mats, and began to kiss and lick at Claudia’s belly, moving his mouth down the way Alex had taught him. Grendel pulled Sharon away from him and passed her leash to Alexandra, who reeled her in. Watching Robert perform as he was taught and feeling Sharon perform as she was taught was a nice rush. Alex leaned back and spread her legs wider, so she was more comfortable.
Robert was eager to please Claudia. And she was more than eager to be pleased. He tasted her arousal as soon as he dipped his mouth to the pink mound between her legs, and they both moaned together. She pressed his head to her, and he responded by doing what he did when Alex did the same. He aimed for the places that she liked best and fastened onto them with a steady, long washing of his tongue, pulling slightly with his lips, and never with his teeth, until she squirmed and moved her hips to meet him.
“Nice,” Alex sighed. And then smiled broadly, because she wasn’t sure if it was what she was watching or Sharon’s excellent services. She waited a few more moments and then passed Sharon back to Gren. This was certainly the right way to watch an erotic performance, even one as vanilla as this.
Claudia and Robert ended up lying down, Robert continuing to work between her legs. Her gasps and moans provided the only soundtrack needed; Grendel and Alex found themselves enjoying the visuals. For all their shyness when they had arrived, the two “French maids” were certainly behaving like a couple of horny kids on a hot date, with hands everywhere and moans and sighs every minute. When Claudia pulled herself away and turned to Robert and went down on him in one smooth motion, taking a great deal of his fat cock into her little mouth, Alex reached out and dragged Sharon off of Grendel and back to her. Grendel chuckled and picked up his neglected drink.
It took a while for Robert to realize that he had something he had to do. Trading oral attentions with Claudia was something he could keep doing all night, with or without an audience! But their eyes met, bleary with pleasure and hunger, and she nodded. He reached for the rubber and put it on himself. And despite the copious natural lubrication which had made little wet spots all over the mats, he added more to the head of his cock, and carefully lowered himself into place. He rubbed the head against her lips, and up against the hood over her clit, and she thrust her hips up to meet him over and over again. Finally, she lifted one leg up behind his back, and put a hand between them to guide him into her.
“Now!” she gasped, pushing up toward him.
“Oh, yes!” he hissed back, meeting her. It was easy and slow, and she cried out as she was filled, a cry of pleasure and raw lust. He gasped at her intense heat, the feeling of being inside, and his hips thrust all the way down, pinning her and pressing into her, trapping her hand between them, where her fingers touched her clit.
“Yes,” Alex sighed, leaning back again. “Good girl.” She didn’t protest as Grendel pulled Sharon back.
Oh yes, Robert’s brain echoed over and over. So good! So hot, so nice! Ah, Claudia, I love you, I’ll always love you... He opened his eyes, kissed her, and fell into a slow, steady thrusting, bringing his weight off of her, and easing back. When she realized what he was doing, she shifted comfortably, so he could put his arms underneath her. They rolled together, and while they were on their side, she felt a familiar tremor growing, and clasped her leg tighter around him.
“Do it, do it!” she begged, not knowing what to say.
But Robert guessed, and he pulled her closer to him, rocking faster and stronger. In no time, she came, throwing her head back and banging her hips against him. Her curls flew back and forth as her body shuddered, and he groaned as he felt the contractions of her walls around him. But he stayed hard, stayed even and strong, and as she gasped for breath and started to recover, he twisted and pulled her along with him so that she was now on top.
When she realized that she was in control now, she braced herself on his chest and moved her hips around, leaning forward. The pressure and the slow circles drove Robert mad, and he clutched at the edges of the mats to keep himself from grabbing her. When he felt that he could control it, he lifted his hands and lightly, very lightly, brushed his fingers across her nipples. She responded by sighing and grinding down into him.
“Harder,” Alexandra softly urged. She didn’t say it very loud, but Robert’s fingers closed into little pincers, and he pinched Claudia’s nipples, making her moan in pleasure. Alex smiled and reached one hand out. Grendel sighed and passed Sharon back.
It didn’t take long for Claudia to reach her second orgasm, and then her third followed quickly. By that time, Robert was more than ready to come himself. He knew he didn’t have to ask permission. His instructions were to get Claudia off and do it well, and then to take care of himself. When the tremors and contractions of her third orgasm subsided, he concentrated on thrusting up at her, surprising her but making her smile. When he couldn’t take it any more, he pulled her down to him and hugged her body to his, cupping her ass cheeks as he shot his load, holding onto her like the best lover he would ever have, knowing that this would be a memory seared into him for life. His hips thrust until every drop of come in him was gone, and when he slipped out of her, they both exchanged sad, loving glances.
“Excellently done,” Grendel said softly. “Very good.”
Two weary thank-you-sirs came from the two slaves lying on the table. Grendel stood and re-belted his robe. “A very nice evening. See you tomorrow, Alex.”
“Good night,” Alex said, waving. She had already pushed Sharon away, and magically, Chris was there to take her. “All right, you two, you’ve earned a reward. Come on up with me.”
Two matching smiles.
Chris waited until they were gone to untie Sharon and remove her blindfold, and then he went to unfasten Brian. They were both in tears, and Chris walked them back to their room in silence.
They lay on their beds, rubbing wrists and ankles and stretching and wiping their tears away with harsh, jerky motions.
“I hate this,” Sharon said, shivering. She wrapped her blan
ket around her body. “I hate not being sent for and I hate being blindfolded and not knowing who the hell I’m doing, and I hate the whole fucking system!”
“Well, how do you think I feel?” Brian demanded. “At least you’re being fucked! You weren’t a Goddamned table!”
“Is that what you were?” she asked in amazement.
“Didn’t you notice? Oh, yeah, you were blindfolded. Well, meet Brian, the human end-table.” He spread his arms. “What did you end up doing?”
“I’m pretty sure that Grendel and Alex passed me back and forth,” she admitted. “I think it was them. It wasn’t Claudia for sure, and it wasn’t Robert, and it didn’t smell like Jack, and there’s no other women here, so I guess I’m right.”
“So? At least they used you. I haven’t even seen Grendel’s cock, and Alexandra won’t even touch me.” Brian lowered his head in a rush of self pity. “The only guy who has ever treated me even halfway human is Chris, and he can’t stand me. I can’t blame him, actually.”
“Now you sound like Robert!” Sharon declared.
“No, really. I did something to him, the first day we were here. And I guess he hasn’t forgotten it.”
“Oh yeah? What didja do?” Sharon sat up, wrapped in her blanket. Brian considered telling her. Chris did say that some people knew, didn’t he? And that he wasn’t sensitive about it? Be honest, Brian told himself. You’re pissed off, and the little bastard isn’t helping. You might as well get some kind of kick by blowing his cover.
“Chris... he’s not like a regular guy,” he said cautiously.
“What do you mean? Is he deformed or something?”
“I guess. Kind of. You see, when I was in Grendel’s office for the first time, he told me to suck Chris’s cock. And I said, sure, no problem, because I figured, little guy, little cock, and I get to look good. So I was totally surprised when Chris starts hauling this monster out of his pants. And it was big, all right. But there was something a little wrong with it....”
It wasn’t real.
It was beautiful, though. Highly detailed and custom-formed, it even had wisps of black, curly hair matted at the base, and the hint of balls underneath it. The head was pleasingly plum shaped, and there was even a slight circumcision scar behind it. The texture looked soft, but the heft and curve looked solid enough for fucking. A connoisseur’s cock, to be sure.
Brian had never seen a dildo that obviously had such attention paid to its design. But even as his mind registered that, he recoiled from it, words spilling thoughtlessly from his mouth.
“It’s not real!”
“And that’s when I knew I fucked up, big time. I wanted to stuff those words right back down my throat, but I said them, and they wouldn’t let me have another chance. And that’s why I figure he hates me, and why Grendel won’t even throw me a mercy fuck.”
Sharon stared. “You mean the little bastard doesn’t have a dick?”
“Well, he’s got one, it’s just not attached to his body.” Brian shrugged. “Who knows why.”
“Maybe he’s a freak,” Sharon suggested. “Like he was born without one.”
“Or maybe he had it cut off,” Brian suggested. “In an accident.” He winced.
“Maybe he was gonna be a woman once and changed his mind too late,” Sharon mused. “Like the way Robert wanted to have his dick cut off for his mistress.”
“No, if that was true, he’d have tits, and he would have done hormones and everything,” Brian explained. “It’s like Robert said, you can’t just go in and ask them to carve your dick off, you gotta go through therapy and stuff. I don’t know why he hasn’t got one, but he doesn’t. And that’s why I’m in the dog house.”
Sharon nodded, but was lost in her own thoughts. She knew people who wore fake dicks. And they were all...
“Hey!” she said suddenly. “Do you think Chris is a dyke?”
“Huh?” Brian looked at her as if she were crazy. “What the hell do you mean? Of course he’s not a dyke, he’s a guy!”
“Yeah, but how do you know?” Sharon asked, warming to her theory. “I mean, he could just be a dyke with a real short haircut who doesn’t have real big tits. Did you ever see his chest? No, right? And does he have a mustache or a beard? No, right?”
“He can grow one,” Brian said, waving one hand at her. “I don’t have a mustache and I’m not a dyke. Besides, I’ve known some dykes with huge...”
“Yeah, but what about his chest, huh? And what about the fact that he’s so short? He’d be an average woman, right? But he’s a short guy! He’s a dyke in drag!”
“Sharon, you’re nuts,” Brian insisted. “I saw him dressed up for a leather bar, OK? I’ve been close enough to him to smell him, and he’s a guy. He’s just a short guy without a dick, that’s all. I mean, who knows? He might have a real dick under there, but it’s real small. Or maybe he was wearing the fake one just for show, to freak me out. It’s no big deal; it’s just my theory for why he hates me.”
“Where did you say his room was?” Sharon asked.
“On Grendel’s side, third floor... hey, where are you going?”
“Oh,” Sharon said, standing up, “the bathroom. I gotta pee.”
“Sharon,” Brian warned. “You can get into a lot of trouble if you do this. You know the rules.”
“I’m just going to the bathroom,” she insisted. “Go to sleep, OK?”
It wasn’t hard to find, actually. She saw the light under one door, and paused outside of it, listening carefully. There were faint sounds like tapping, which she finally realized was the sound of typing. Hearing it, she smiled and continued down the hall. Claudia had said ‘suite,’ and in this house, suites had at least two doors. The next one was unlocked, and she turned the handle and opened it. It was dark inside, a little light coming in from the first room, the outer room, where Chris was still working.
Keep typing, my butch pal, Sharon said to herself. And she tiptoed carefully into this room, the bedroom, following the wall, until she found another door. She was in luck, she had found the bathroom! She went inside and turned on the light after she closed the door behind her. I’ve got you now, she thought, cheerfully. There’s nothing a real butch dyke likes more than a fem type who just loves her big cock!
Now, for evidence. There are things that every women has to have, no matter how butch, she thought with a smile. She checked under the sink, and in the medicine cabinet. Deodorant, some major national brand. Shampoo, but no conditioner. No facial supplies, either. No birth control pills, no diaphragm, just a pile of condoms and some little tubes of lube. One toothbrush. A steel razor rested on a shelf, and it had a few very short black hairs caught in it. Chris also apparently used the same shaving gel the slaves used. There was an enema bag under the sink.
But there were no pads, no tampons, no douche bag, no hairspray, not even the slightest hint that a woman ever used this bathroom. In fact, the magazine that sat on the counter with one page turned back was on motorcycles.
Well, maybe he... she... keeps the stuff hidden, Sharon thought. If I was going in drag all the time, maybe I would hide it, just in case anyone would kind of casually find something and say “Oh-oh!” and get me. She sighed. Well, maybe tomorrow, I can...
The door flew open, and Sharon screamed. Chris stood there, his eyes blazing behind his glasses. When he saw who was standing there, he reached in and grabbed her by the collar and slapped her across the face, hard. Her head snapped back, and he tightened his hold on the chain.
“You idiot!” He shouted at her. “You brazen, stupid, asshole! I could have cut your imbecilic throat!”
That’s when Sharon’s eyes focussed on the hand holding onto her collar. Chris was holding a big knife in his hand, the steel edge just barely touching her skin. She whimpered and flinched, but he held her.
“What the hell are you doing out of your room? And what are you doing in my room?” Chris continued to shout, his hoarse voice echoing in the tiled room.
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sp; “Please!” Sharon coughed. “Please... too... tight...”
Chris shook her and loosened his hold. He took the knife out of his clenched hand and put it down on the counter. “Talk!”
“I’m... I’m sorry,” Sharon gasped out. “I just wanted to know... I wanted you to know...”
“What?”
“I know about you!” she blurted out. “I know what you are! And I want to be with you!”
Chris let her go entirely and stepped back. The look on his face was anger mixing slowly with confusion. As he moved back, she could see what he was wearing. It was the first time she had seen the majordomo only partially dressed. He had on a crisp, white T-shirt that showed off his clearly plain barrel-shaped chest. The definite shape of a man’s chest, with well spaced nipples, which were noticeable. Sharon felt her belly make little flip-flops.
He was also wearing an open men’s robe, in a dark red plaid, the type of robe thousands of men get for Christmas gifts. The belt hung down low, almost to his knees. And he was wearing pajama bottoms in a matching pattern.
Someone bought him the set, Sharon thought weirdly. They’re always on sale.
“Get inside,” Chris said, gesturing. “I think I need to hear this.” He picked up the knife and pulled her into his bedroom. There, with the only light source what was coming from the bathroom, he pushed her down to her knees next to his bed, and sat down on the edge.
“Talk,” he demanded. “Now.”
But she wasn’t sure any more! Sharon clenched her fists and considered. Then, she began to talk. “I... I know about you,” she repeated, hesitantly.
“What do you know about me?”
“That... that you... that you’re not what you look like,” she finished lamely.
“Is that so? And what exactly made you break a house rule near the last phase of your training to come sneak around in my bathroom?”
Sharon moved a little closer to the bed. “Because even though... I know... it makes me hot,” she said, lowering her voice seductively. “It’s all right with me. And... and it makes you special to me.” She leaned forward, and gently kissed his knee. “I wanted to be with you.”
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