Forbidden Reading

by Lisette Ashton

  Unable to stop herself, Justine groaned.

  Sixteen

  Sartine’s women surrounded her.

  Sensuous fingers fell against her bare body: stroking, smoothing and exciting. The ravages that had been inflicted by the priest’s cruel blows were lovingly caressed. Each vicious mark was kissed, licked and teased until Justine couldn’t decide whether she was being tormented through pain or pleasure. The humiliation of the confession and her penance was quickly forgotten as those beautiful people she had first met at Sartine’s reacquainted themselves with her body.

  ‘You’re so daring, Justine.’

  As the woman’s lips moved away, Justine realised she had been kissed by Marie. The brunette, so seductive and sultry, allowed her fingertips to trail against Justine’s bare breast. She was as naked as the rest of the women who descended on her, the comparative warmth of her body making Justine think the woman had recently shrugged a cowl from her shoulders. Candlelight complemented her skin tones, softening her swarthy complexion and making her look like the embodiment of a living shadow.

  ‘You took that punishment so bravely,’ Marie enthused. ‘I didn’t know whether to envy you, help you, or save my sympathy and come over here to kiss you better.’

  Not sure what to say, not sure there was anything she could say, Justine merely smiled and allowed the woman to kiss her again. A tongue slipped between her lips and explored inside her mouth. A cool hand brushed the burning flesh of her breast. And the agony and shame that had epitomised the priest’s control of her body were instantaneously banished.

  Fingers worked on the ropes at her wrists.

  Justine glanced to her sides, vaguely recognising the women who were kindly releasing her from her bondage. There had been so many new people at Sartine’s that she had thought their faces would become a forgettable blur. But, remembering the shape of so many smiles, and the mischievous glints that shone in so many eyes, she understood that she knew nearly all of these women.

  As one hand came free she found herself embracing a slender brunette. The woman grinned and squirmed until she was able to place a mouth over Justine’s nipple. The stiff flesh was suckled, nipped and then gently teased to a state of full and wanton excitement. The memories of being scratched by the priest’s cat were pushed from her thoughts and, unable to resist the simple pleasure of being aroused, Justine pushed herself against the brunette.

  Her other arm was released and a crowd of bodies helped her away from the obscene cross she had been bound against.

  ‘I want you,’ Marie whispered.

  The warmth of her words tickled against Justine’s earlobe. As she was laid down on the floor of the ruins, she was aware of hands continuing to touch and stroke her. Dewy blades of grass touched her back, buttocks and bare legs, reminding her she was out in the open. She glimpsed the canopy of stars that festooned the night sky above, realised her eyes were becoming used to the candlelit night around her, and then saw a pair of perfect feminine buttocks looming over her face. The shaved split of the women’s sex revealed her pussy lips were dewy with excitement and aching to be kissed. As she lowered herself toward Justine’s face, the scent of her arousal grew stronger and more appetising. Justine extended her tongue and raised her face to meet the slippery labia.

  The taste of the unknown woman was intoxicating.

  The sensation of kissing a stranger’s pussy was made more exhilarating by the pleasure of feeling another tongue against her own sex. She didn’t know if it was Marie or one of the many others who had helped her from the cross and, as the clean and painless arousal soared through her body, Justine understood that she was beyond caring. Her heartbeat raced with a thrill that came from knowing her excitement would soon be sated and she gasped and groaned as the surge of pleasure became quickly unbearable.

  Pushing her tongue as deep as she was able, taking time to savour the thrust of a pulsing clitoris against her lower lip, Justine wanted to giggle as all the agonies and embarrassment that had been caused by the priest were washed away by the kisses of Sartine’s women.

  The grass beneath her quickly warmed.

  And, although she could see nothing beyond the buttocks that loomed over her face, she was aware of heavy sighs and passionate groans, as though the ruins were suddenly filled with like-minded souls all enjoying a wealth of carnal pleasures. Without properly registering the fact, she realised the tongue at her sex had changed, but that was a detail she only noticed as an afterthought, when the tongue against her began to slide deep inside rather than simply teasing around the flushed flesh of her outer lips.

  The sex at her face was torn away, to be quickly replaced by another one.

  Whereas the previous pussy had been rimmed by a scrub of dark downy hairs, this one was shaved smooth. Acknowledging the piquant difference in flavours, and eagerly thrusting her tongue between the perfect hairless lips, Justine was delighted to feel a groan of approval shiver through the woman above.

  Another mouth took over at her own sex, greedily tonguing and this time nibbling at her sensitive labia. Her breasts were teased, each nipple sucked and tormented with passion and vigour. Loving hands roamed over her body in silent sensitive appreciation.

  ‘Do you agree that she’s worthy?’

  Justine heard the question from a distance. She recognised Mrs Weiss’s voice and knew the woman was speaking to Marais. Her concentration was fixed on the dewy sex lips that hung over her face but she wondered if The Society’s head could hear the desperation in the woman’s tone. To Justine, Mrs Weiss sounded almost frantic in her need to hear his acceptance.

  ‘Will you allow her to have the manuscript?’

  ‘She’s shown an appetite for sacrilege,’ Marais allowed.

  ‘She’s giving herself quite freely to Sartine’s sluts,’ Mrs Weiss observed.

  Marais sniffed. ‘We’ve all given ourselves quite freely to Sartine’s sluts. That proves nothing.’ There was a moment’s silence between the pair and, as she found herself lapping against another pussy, and feeling the subtle nuances of a different mouth at her sex, Justine wondered if their conversation had ended. She was mildly surprised when Marais eventually asked, ‘Why are you so concerned about her worthiness? Do you have a vested interest in this one?’

  The timbre of Mrs Weiss’s laughter was rich with denial. ‘I don’t have a vested interest in anything.’ She spoke too quickly, as though she was trying to conceal a truth. ‘I was only asking to see if you agreed with the opinions we’ve all given you. There’s nothing more to my curiosity than that.’

  Justine wanted to push the woman away from her face and peer into the candlelit darkness to watch the exchange between Marais and Mrs Weiss. After all she had been through over the past three days, and all the efforts she had made to keep her relationship with the employer a secret, Justine found it incredible to think that Mrs Weiss could be foolish enough to jeopardise the secrecy of their plans with such guileless questions. Fretful that the ruse might be exposed, and worried about how she might suffer if that did happen, she could feel her involvement with Sartine’s women diminishing in importance.

  The mouth at her pussy continued to tongue with the divine kisses it had used before, but her body was no longer responding with the same wanton glee. Those mouths that sucked at her breasts were simply a nuisance and Justine had to struggle against the urge to push them away. Diligently, she continued to lap and suck at the cleft above her nose but the interaction inspired none of the arousal she had enjoyed before.

  ‘She appears worthy,’ Marais decided.

  Justine breathed a sigh of relief.

  ‘But I’m reserving my final judgement until I’ve seen her fully tested.’

  Those words were enough to make fresh tension tighten each muscle in her body. The machinations of the evening resounded through her thoughts and made it impossible for her to enjoy any of the pleasures that should have been hers. Fearful that Mrs Weiss had exposed their arrangement, and anxious about th
e repercussions she would face if The Society discovered she had been a participant in the duplicity, Justine strained to hear what else Marais was saying.

  ‘I’ll have a better idea of her suitability once this evening’s concluded,’ Marais said. There was a lilt of vicious cruelty in his voice as he added, ‘I do trust you’ll take her to her limits, Mrs Weiss.’

  ‘I’ll take her to her limits and beyond.’

  When she heard those words, Justine realised the woman was going to make her suffering unbearable. The thought made her stomach churn with dread. As her thoughts lingered on the inevitable torment she was going to endure, she felt the familiar tingle of arousal surge through her loins.

  Someone clapped their hands.

  The buttocks above Justine’s face moved away and she saw that Sartine was commanding the women to move back. They shifted away with obvious reluctance but no real complaints. Her sex lips received a farewell kiss, one woman pressed her mouth against Justine’s ear and whispered, ‘Later, lover,’ and then she was alone in the centre of the darkened ruins and only able to make out silhouettes standing by the faraway candles.

  ‘Did you enjoy my women?’ Sartine asked cheerfully.

  She swallowed before replying. The taste of feminine musk lined her throat and added a delicious bouquet to every breath she took. ‘Thank you,’ she murmured. Trying to make her tone even and dignified, she stared into the darkness where his voice came from and said, ‘It’s barely been two days, but I’d forgotten how much pleasure they could give.’

  He laughed easily, raised his hand, and the shadows around him began to move. Justine stared meekly from her place on the floor as cowled figures surged toward her. It was only as they were disrobing, dropping their hooded robes from their shoulders and revealing themselves naked and aroused, that she understood Sartine had given the instruction for his men to entertain her.

  They were no less exciting than the women, and they handled her with the same sensitivity and gentleness. The hands that stroked her breasts – touched her thighs and explored her cleft – were neither rough nor demanding.

  But she suspected they wanted more from her.

  As soon as that thought was fixed in her mind she realised she was facing two penises. The rounded domes pushed toward her face and she immediately understood what they wanted. In the shadows of the night, she was aware of hands stroking her legs and breasts, exploring her cleft with fingers slipping between the folds of her pussy lips and sliding inside. But the erections that lingered in front of her mouth commanded the most attention.

  She grasped one in each hand, and pulled gently on them both. Hungry for the taste of them, she eased herself into a sitting position and tentatively lapped at one, and then the other. The flavours of their pre-come were salty and cloying. After drinking from a variety of wet responsive women, she found herself driven by a hunger to savour the taste the erections properly. Wrapping her lips around one, taking its entire length into her mouth and allowing the flavours of sweat and arousal to bombard her tongue, she moved her face away from him and gasped with satisfaction.

  The other length remained in her hand and she devoured it with the same hunger with which she had tasted the first. Both quivered in her grasp, telling her that she was doing her duty to their clear approval. Suddenly desperate to taste their ejaculation, she squeezed both erections together and tried to force them into her mouth at the same time.

  ‘Didn’t I tell you she was worthy?’

  Justine could still hear the anxiety in Mrs Weiss’s tone. Trying to ignore the woman, concentrating on the two thick and swollen domes that she had managed to slip into her mouth, she chased her tongue in a figure eight. One loop circled one glans, then moved easily onto the other. Her mouth grew wet with a rush of pre-come and she had to repeatedly swallow their blended flavours for fear of choking.

  ‘You told me she was worthy,’ Marais agreed. ‘You keep telling me that she’s worthy. It’s almost suspicious the way you keep dwelling on the point.’

  Unable to contain the sound, Justine groaned. A part of her wanted to scream at Mrs Weiss to shut up and stop jeopardising all that she had so far done. But she knew that such a bold move would immediately draw attention to their scheme. Additionally, because she was so involved with the men surrounding her, she didn’t want to break the momentum of what was happening.

  Strong hands grabbed her thighs and lifted her in the air.

  The movement didn’t cause her any worry because she believed herself to be in safe hands. It crossed her mind that the men surrounding her could abuse the trust she had invested in them but she knew there was little danger of that happening. And, even if they decided to take advantage of her, she didn’t think there was anything they could do that she wouldn’t happily allow.

  When they lowered her back down she found there was a male body beneath her. Her buttocks touched his hips. An erection pushed between her buttocks. And she instantly understood what they were planning. A twisted thrill of anticipation soared through her body. She sucked more eagerly on the two erections she was trying to squeeze into her mouth and allowed the stranger beneath her to push himself upward. There was never any doubt in her mind that he was going to penetrate her anus – the prospect was enough to make her arousal reach fresh and fevered heights – and she tried to relax as the huge end pressed against her sphincter. Her legs were parted, she felt clumsy movements happening between her thighs, and then realised there was a second erection pressing at her pussy lips.

  Another groan shivered through her. Because her mouth was now filled by two lengths there was no opportunity for the sound to escape. She greedily slurped at the pair of erections and was thrilled to feel them trembling against her tongue.

  The men between her legs surged forward in the same fluid motion.

  The shaft at her rear tested the resistance of her sphincter, pushing firmly and forcing the muscle to part a little. The length at her sex eased slightly forward, slipping effortlessly into her hole but doing nothing more than parting the lips. The gentleness they used was maddening and Justine simply wanted to urge herself onto them both. But, knowing she needed to leave control in their hands, she could only hold herself still and breathe deeply as they dictated events.

  The length at her rear slipped further inside.

  Her sphincter protested, battling every millimetre of the penetration before relenting. As Justine was won over by the surge of satisfying response being thrust into her bowel, the length at her sex plunged inside. The sensation of being too full, and overstretched, were easily outweighed by the pleasures she was enjoying.

  And then those considerations were brushed from her mind as the pleasure began in earnest. The men between her thighs rode in and out in perfect synchronisation. The last time she had enjoyed this forbidden pleasure, Justine recalled that one man had plunged deep while the other had withdrawn. This time they each pushed in and pulled out at the same time. Rather than being allowed to feel as though she was constantly full, she experienced the delight of being stretched beyond her previous limitations, then left to feel hollow and in need of more. Their timing left her breathless and weak and gasping and she didn’t doubt they would easily wring the climax from her body. Anxious to return the pleasure that was being bestowed upon her, she attacked the shafts in her mouth with renewed hunger and sucked greedily against both lengths.

  The first orgasm struck her like a slap across the face.

  She didn’t know if the pleasure had started from one of the erections that penetrated between her legs, or if she was simply overwhelmed by the sensations that had been excited in every part of her body. Mouths were pressed against her breasts, too many pairs of hands touched her thighs and buttocks, and the sensory overload promised to be more than she could withstand. Elated by the pleasure, grimacing from the sheer joy of satisfaction, she held her head back and allowed a scream of delight to ring from her lips.

  One of the erections she held spurted as Jus
tine came. The douche of semen spattered against her face, tainting her nostrils with the tart zest of its scent and making her close her eyes against the second pulse it spat at her. She blinked her eyes open, briefly saw the dark world around her through tears of sticky white semen, and then closed her eyes again as another barrage of euphoria battered her body.

  Another erection was pushed into her hand before the first was properly spent.

  The shafts inside her sex and her pussy ploughed back and forth with a fresh burst of speed. She had little time properly to taste the fresh flavour of the new cock near her mouth before the other one she had been holding was pulling away from her lips and ejaculating against her cheek. The stench of semen was sudden and nauseating but did nothing to lessen her appetite for the erection that replaced the spent one. She accepted it hungrily into her mouth, madly alternating from one to the other. The night became frenzied and centred solely on her and her pleasure and she decided: if this was all that was required from her, she could happily endure several more hours of proving her worthiness to Marais.

  The erection in her anus pulsed, the tremors of the man’s orgasm adding a marvellous frisson to the sensation of being filled. Justine didn’t know whether she enjoyed a climax in response, too consumed by the pleasure being driven through her sex and the satisfaction she was taking from the erections in her mouth. Her face was lathered with a wash of dripping semen, its sticky residue clinging to the corners of her eyes and trailing down her cheeks like tears. She exchanged one shaft for another, taking no time to bother herself with the detail of whose erection she was holding, only concerned with her own rush of satisfaction.