Stephanie's Trial
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'So what shall I do with you tonight?'
'Anything you want master,' Stephanie said, not looking at him.
'Very good. You learn fast, don't you? Get on your knees.'
As he said the words, Stephanie felt an unexpected surge of excitement course through her body. Andrew was not an unattractive man. She had played the dominant role for so long she had forgotten the thrills of being submissive. But that could be a thrill too. Not being in control. Giving yourself totally to someone else. Letting them have the power to decide what you would do or not do. She had experienced it before. It had thrilled her before. She was a natural dominant - she had discovered that about herself - but submission was the flipside of the coin, the other side of a two-faced mask, and perhaps it was not possible to enjoy one completely without the experience of the other. As she slid to her knees on the cold marble tiles of the bathroom floor she felt her body, the big engine of her sexual sensations, begin to throb.
He came to stand in front of her. 'Undo my robe.'
She reached up and undid the knot of the silk sash. The robe fell open. Andrew's smooth cock was beginning to unfurl from its bed of blond curly pubic hair. 'Get it hard,' he ordered. 'With your mouth.'
Eagerly, Stephanie had to admit, she gobbled the cock into her mouth, her hands moving round to the back of his thighs as her tongue cruised the rim of his circumcised glans and she felt the blood flowing into it. He was soon too big to be contained totally in her mouth, but she tried, feeling the tip right at the back of her throat.
She began a rhythm, bobbing her head up and down, using her saliva to make the movement frictionless, flicking her tongue along the underside of his cock. She heard him moan.
'Lick my balls,' he ordered.
The marble floor was hard on her knees but she concentrated on what she was doing. She dropped her head down under his cock and put her arms up behind him onto the back of his thighs, sucking on his balls one by one just as she'd done the day before. Then she went back to his long hard shaft and plunged her mouth down on it again. Her fingers worked up over his buttocks until she found the little crater of his anus. She paused there, waiting for instructions.
'Yes, do it,' he said.
She obeyed immediately. As her mouth swung up and down on his erection her finger pressed up into his arse, deeper and deeper until it was right up inside him and she could get at the bunch of nerves that lay hidden there. As soon as her finger touched their target she felt his body jerk and his cock pulse in her mouth. It was like a trigger, she knew, like a button that opened the floodgates of the dam, and Stephanie pressed it hard.
'Don't...' he said, trying to control himself as he felt his spunk flowing up into his cock.
But she knew he didn't mean it and she pressed again while, at the same time, she sucked hard on his cock.
'Yes...' He changed his mind. It was too late to hold back.
'Yes...'
Her finger was insistent, it pressed hard, massaging the tiny gland that she had exposed. Her mouth was like a cunt, hot and incredibly wet and clingy. He couldn't believe he could come so quickly again after the experiences of the last three days, but he did. Spunk jetted out into her willing mouth, white gobs of spunk over her tongue and down her throat. She swallowed it all.
His cock slipped from her mouth, glistening with a mixture of saliva and spunk. She withdrew her finger carefully and knelt on the floor, her hands on her knees, her eyes looking down. The perfect slave. If that was the role fate had cast her in, she might as well play it perfectly.
Andrew sat on the edge of the bath.
'You think you're very clever, don't you?' he said, annoyed with himself now for coming so quickly.
'No master, I thought that was what you wanted.'
He got up and pulled her to her feet, leading her by the arm back into the bedroom, his robe still flapping open.
While Andrew had been in the bathroom, Amanda had brought Devlin up from the cellars. He was kneeling at the foot of the bed. His hands were cuffed behind his back and he was naked. Amanda was lying on her back on the bed, still wearing the crimson dress and long gloves. She had wriggled the tight skirt up over her hips to reveal a red suspender belt and tiny matching red panties as well as the thick black welts of the stockings pulled into chevrons on her meaty thighs by the taut suspenders. Her legs were hooked over Devlin's shoulders, the tips of the chrome-clad heels digging into his back between his bound arms, spurring him on to greater efforts like a rider on a horse. His tongue was trying to push aside the crotch of her panties to get at her labia but it was tight, caught under her arse, and kept springing back into place.
'You,' she said as Stephanie emerged from the bathroom. 'Hold this back so he can get at me.'
Stephanie looked at Andrew for permission.
'Do it,' he said.
She went to the side of the bed and pulled the elasticated crotch to one side. It slipped into the crease where the top of Amanda's thigh met her pelvis. Over the bush of her hair, dark and very tight curls of pubic hair, Devlin looked into Stephanie's eyes. It was a tender look, a look that said it all. What else could either of them do? They were trapped. His tongue freed of impediment, licked Amanda's clitoris in long broad strokes.
'Do my tits,' Amanda said to Stephanie.
Stephanie knelt at the side of the bed and reached under the halter top. Amanda's nipples were hard and swollen. She kneaded the soft spongy flesh, then pinched the nipple between her fingernails. She repeated the process with the other breast, watching Amanda bucking her hips off the bed, her cunt undulating against Devlin's mouth.
'Both tits at the same time,' she mouthed breathlessly. Andrew stripped off his robe and came to prop himself up against the headboard alongside Amanda, his eyes on her body.
Stephanie did as she was told, pummelling and pinching Amanda's breasts and nipples under the red silk as Devlin's tongue licked her cunt, moving from her clitoris right the way down to the bud of her anus and back up again, feeling her heels digging into his back like spurs.
She was coming. She bucked herself harder, then her eyes rolled back in her head, she locked her legs tightly, pulling Devlin's mouth hard onto her cunt so he could not move, and her nerves exploded. Devlin could feel her cunt lips contracting and his face was sprayed with her juice as though she had spunked.
But she was not finished. Swinging her legs off Devlin's body, she got to her feet.
'Unhook me,' she said.
Stephanie stood up too and found the three hooks that held the halter in place at the nape of her neck. The silk fell to her waist, baring her breasts. She pulled the rumpled skirt down from her hips and stepped out of it.
'Pull the panties off,' she said, having got used to doing nothing for herself over the last three days. Stephanie skimmed the panties down over her long plump buttocks until they fell around her high-heeled shoes. Amanda stood naked but for the red suspender belt, the black stockings and the long red suede gloves.
'Now you're going to fuck me,' she said, taking Devlin's chin in her gloved hand and forcing him to look up at her near-naked body, the waistband of the suspender belt emphasising her hourglass figure, her firm breasts topped by hard cherry-red nipples. 'Get up.'
Devlin struggled to his feet, his cock erect. However often Stephanie saw it she never quite got used to its size and shape. Devlin was an incredibly ugly man. His face and body were covered with thick wiry hair: his nose and ears were tufted with it too. His skin was pock-marked and his nose bulbous and out of all proportion to the rest of his face. But it was his cock that was his most extraordinary feature. It was massive. Two closed fists could not contained its bulk. It was not smooth and sleek, like Andrew's, but veined and gnarled like the bark of a very old tree encrusted with ivy. Each vein stood up individually forming a huge map, like a relief map of features, one vein running into another. The cock was not quite straight either; it seemed to be slightly crooked halfway down its length so it bowed outward.
She lay on the bed and opened her legs wide, as wide as they would go, the suspenders at the sides of her stockings stretched taut. 'Come on Devlin, I'm your mistress now.' And it was true. She was the mistress of this monster, it was all hers.
Slowly Devlin knelt up on the bed. With his hands cuffed behind his back it was difficult for him to position himself properly but Amanda gave him no help. He lowered himself onto her body and then tried to position his cock between her legs.
'Get a whip,' Amanda said as this was going on. Stephanie obeyed at once, going over to the long drawer and pulling out a riding crop. Whether Amanda knew it already or not, being whipped was no punishment for Devlin. It was what he craved.
'Oh...' Amanda moaned as the tip of his misshapen cock nudged between her soaking wet labia.
Devlin felt the fold of her labia open. He hesitated.
'Do it,' she ordered. And he did. He drove his huge rod up into her cunt, up into the river of juices that anticipation had created. The lubrication was necessary, essential with the size of him. It stretched her to the limit. Even though she knew it was only half inside her, that she couldn't feel his balls, she was totally filled by it. The sensation was incredible.
The mainspring of her orgasm began to unwind at once. 'More,' she commanded, not really meaning it. He pushed forward again but there was no room for more than a fraction of an inch. He was at the very top of her cunt, at the neck of her womb. Her labia were stretched so far apart that her clitoris was completely exposed, the protection of her cunt lips pulled away by the width of his cock. It seemed to be fluttering like a bird trying to keep airborne but failing. Amanda could do nothing, couldn't think or even open her eyes. Just as Andrew had dreamt of Stephanie, Amanda had never been able to forget Devlin's cock and now it was hers, it belonged to her. And her first orgasm broke over the head of it, making her shudder and convulse with pleasure.
But it did not end there. One orgasm seemed to provoke another and another, her body tossed on waves of orgasm, her cunt, her clitoris, her breasts transmitting unspeakable pleasure. Through the fog of sensation she heard Andrew's voice.
'Come on, give it to him.'
Amanda opened her eyes to see Stephanie raising the riding crop. 'Yes...'
The crop slashed down. Devlin's cock lunged into her, driven by the whip, deeper than she'd ever imagined a cock could go and she came again, at least she thought she did but her orgasms were so close together and so intense she just couldn't tell where one ended or another began. She managed to open her eyes again, wanting to see Stephanie slash the whip down across Devlin's buttocks. As it landed she felt his cock power into her, burning with his pain-induced lust.
But then it was too much to do anything but feel. Her eyes rolled back and she wallowed in the orgasms her body produced so freely over the enormous shaft of flesh plunging into her in time to the thwacks of leather on Devlin's hide.
On the fifth stroke Devlin came. He lunged forward, found a place in the streaming wet, sticky, velvety cunt and stopped. His cock pulsed and then began to spasm. At the exact moment white spunk erupted from his glans, Stephanie cut the whip down one last time, sending the shock of pain that he loved so much arching through his nerves to join the fireworks they were already producing.
Andrew had watched this performance with growing frustration, his cock at full erection again by the time Devlin groaned to a climax. He had circled it with his hand and was wanking it hard, smearing the slick of fluid it had produced down its whole length. He knew what he wanted.
Amanda pushed Devlin off her body. She almost came again as his cock disengaged itself from her sex: little aftershocks of pleasure shooting up through her body. She looked over at Andrew.
'Your turn,' she said, smiling.
Andrew stood up, his cock bobbing out in front of him. He had never felt so excited in his entire life. He could have anything his heart desired, anything; any combination, any position, any of the women in the castle, singularly or together. He was the master of all he surveyed. His plan had worked and this was his reward. But he knew exactly what he wanted now.
'What are you going to do?' Amanda asked.
'Get off the bed,' he said to Devlin. Devlin struggled to obey, his cock quite flaccid now. 'You lie down here,' he said, looking straight at Stephanie. 'On your stomach,' he added.
He knew where the suntan oil was kept. He had been sent to get it out of the bedside table so many times as Stephanie lay naked on the terrace, soaking up the hot Italian sun. But his cock had been constricted then, bound by the metal pouch that was chained tightly around his genitals from the first day he had arrived at the castle. He remembered that day well. He would never forget it. His cock surged at the memory. He had been beaten, teased mercilessly by one of the guests, then left, taken to the cells and left, his cock unsatisfied, crammed back into the pouch. But with his arse burning from the welts the whipping had left, someone had come to his cell, had him blindfolded and the pouch removed, and had sunk a hot cunt onto his throbbing erection, allowing him, finally, to spunk.
He had never come so intensely in his life. He remembered that night as though it had happened an hour ago, every detail. He had played it through in his mind like a videotape, over and over again, every detail burned like a brand on his mind.
Andrew looked down at his cock. It was reddened and hard, another tear of fluid running out of the pink slit of his urethra. He opened the bedside table and extracted the sun oil from the drawer. It was in a large round jar and looked like cold cream, white and thick. He smeared both his hands with it.
Amanda had propped herself up on the bed where she had lain, with Stephanie beside her. Andrew knelt between the two women, facing Stephanie's naked back. He started with her shoulders, smoothing the cream over her scapula, then down into the long concave curve of her back. Her arse was magnificent. He had always thought so. It rose from the small of her back precipitously. It was so round and pert, the canyon that ran between its cheeks so deep. He remembered how he had fought not to look at it, fought not to feel it, fought not to notice the thick tufts of hair escaping from between her legs, or the little gap between the top of her thighs when they were tightly closed. But inevitably he had not succeeded, it would be a losing battle, and his erection would strain hopelessly against the metal pouch, agonisingly painful, unable to swell further, unable to get the relief Stephanie's body made it want so badly.
But now it was free. His cock stuck out from his loins as hard as steel, as his hands massaged the so familiar flesh, the oil making it glisten. As he worked, his cock would brush her buttocks or thigh and that would send a pulse through his body like an electric shock as well as leaving a trail of fluid on her body that dried rapidly to leave a puckered, transparent spoor.
He worked down over her buttocks, taking more sun oil from the jar. His fingers kneaded and gripped the firm, round flesh. He delved down between her buttocks, his fingers opening them so he could see the perfectly spherical, corrugated crater of her anus and under it the first inch of her hairy, thick labia. He massaged oil all around, allowing his hand to stray over the anus itself, and onto her sex, something that would have brought instant punishment before.
'Turn over,' he ordered, his voice almost seized up with passion. As Stephanie obeyed he looked round at Amanda. She was watching him, propped up against the pillows, her legs open, one leg up and bent at the knee. The suspender belt cut across her waist, its long suspenders taut on the leg stretched flat on the bed and loose and looped out on the leg she had raised. Her naked flesh over the stockings seemed, in contrast to the black nylon, creamy and soft. Her hand, gloved in red suede, rested on the triangle of her belly, with her middle finger just moving ever so slightly against the nodule of her engorged clitoris. The wet
ness there had darkened the suede at the tip of her finger.
Andrew scooped another gob of the white cream from the jar and dabbed it on each of Stephanie's firm, proud breasts. Slowly using both hands, he started by circling his palms over her nipples, so that was the only contact. Stephanie could not help but moan. She moaned again when he changed from this subtle treatment and dropped his hands onto her full breasts, kneading and fingering them, rubbing the oil deep into her flesh.
Stephanie's body was alive. She knew what Andrew was doing and why. Oiling her naked body had been torture for the slaves. They had all been made to do it. Occasionally, on a caprice, she would unchain the pouch and have them fuck her but she had never, never done that with Andrew. He had been too rebellious. She had had to keep him on a tight rein. Except the once. Now, she knew, he was fulfilling his fantasies, doing what he had never been allowed to do before, except on the day he had arrived.
His hands moved over her waist, down to her thighs. He lifted each in turn and massaged the oil with both hands deep into the soft flesh. Stephanie felt his cock nudging against her side again. She looked down at it. Another trail of fluid, leaking from his urethra, slicked over her skin. She looked over to Devlin who was sitting in one of the armchairs to the side of the bed. He looked depressed and uncomfortable, but she could see an excitement in his eyes too.
Andrew finished one thigh and began to work on the other. Working up from the knee, she felt his hands brushing her labia. It made her shudder. Was he going to do to her what she had done to him? Creating a need and leaving it unfulfilled?
But that was not what he had in mind, apparently. As he finished her other thigh he leant across her body now gleaming with oil. He squirmed his chest against her breasts and his hard cock against her belly. He was reaching over her to get into the bedside drawer. He wanted the dildo he had seen there as he'd got the sun oil out. It was big and black, a perfect replica of a circumcised cock.