At the far end of the hallway, a hunched, squat figure crouched behind a heavy crimson drape in the darkness. Glittering eyes drank in the vision of Lissa and Addy. His chubby fingers twitched as the figure’s eyes caressed the lush curves of their breasts, and the fecund curves of their hips and buttocks. Drool puddled on the floor at his feet.
His breath rasped through gritted teeth. “Hungry—hungry for pussy; and that terrifying creature locked in his cell needs pretty girls to play with before he dies of heartache.”
Baron Vartan served a sumptuous table for his guests. They ate and chatted while male eyes sought out female eyes. With only glances and winks, silent questions were asked, and unspoken contracts were negotiated. A fourth maid arrived and Graveston received her pledge. When dessert arrived, all were ravenous with more fervent appetites. Two by two, guest and resident rose and pranced up the wide stone stairway into the darkness above.
Uncle Garrick chose the shortest leather-corseted maid and disappeared into her bedroom. Cousin Lamont chose the other. Even Blanford, the Cailean’s carriage driver, would not spend the night alone. The chubby hand of the cook’s assistant grasped his hand; her plump body squeezing against his as she guided him to her obliging boudoir.
***
“Ever been to bed with a woman, my dear?” Yeva wrapped a gentle, but controlling arm around Addy’s waist as she led her up the stairs.
Addy smiled up at the face of the tall woman. “No, Miss Yeva. What’s it like?”
“Just call me ‘Yeva’,” she said, tightening her grip. “Let’s leave the men and their mates to their own pleasures. I’ll show you mine.” They reached the top of the stairs and a heavy oak door. Yeva slid a key in the lock and shoved the door open. “Step inside, my child.”
Addy tiptoed hesitantly into the ink-shadowed room, then heard the door thud shut behind her. In the darkness the key snapped the bolt home in the lock. She was a prisoner. Addy felt Yeva’s body pressing against her back, and her warm hands cupping her breasts.
Yeva’s whisper caressed Addy’s ear. “Strip, darling.”
***
Richard chose the aproned maid with the auburn hair and emerald eyes. “Which room is yours?” he asked.
“At the end of the hall, Sir.” She kept her head bowed, walking obediently beside him.
“What is your name?” he asked.
“In Voldavia, my name was Rozalia, Sir. But here everyone just calls me Roza.”
“How old are you, Roza?”
“If I had been born in a fine family, I would now be finishing my schooling, and entering the university next year. But my family is poor. I would have been sold to a brothel if the Baron had not rescued me. He and his lady are kind to us, if we obey and work hard.”
“I guess we Caileans are the same. If the Baron ever wants to sell you, I will ask him to let me buy you.”
“Thank you, sir. I hope I am good enough to give you pleasure.”
Roza stopped in front of a heavy wood door. Wrought iron hinges creaked as she pushed it open. “My room, Sir.” She stepped inside and shut the door behind them. There was a heavy metal key in the lock. She turned it until the bolt slid home, locking them in the room.
“Here, Sir, take the key.”
“Why?”
“So I cannot leave this room without your permission. I now am your prisoner. You can do anything you want with my body, Sir. Whatever gives you pleasure, and I cannot escape.”
“The Baron made that rule?”
“Yes, Sir. He says that is what all men would do with pretty girls if they were only brave enough, and honest enough, to release what is hidden in their hearts.”
“I agree.” Richard took the key and pocketed it.
Roza quickly shed her apron, tossing it to the side. Then, standing naked before him, she undid every one of Richard’s buttons with swift and experienced fingers. Richard’s clothing became an untidy heap on the floor.
Roza took his hand and led him to the oversized bed, “See what fun you can have with me?” she said. “The four posts at the corners have chains with leather cuffs. You can spread-eagle me face up, or face down, pussy or ass, whichever feels best for your cock.”
“Is that all?”
“Oh, no,” she said, dancing over to a framework in the corner. “Here you can strap my legs and waist down on the platform and fasten my wrists to these chains coming down from the ceiling. When you turn the crank, they pull my arms up, lifting my chest and exposing my helpless breasts for whipping or whatever else you can think of doing to them. When you’re tired of that, my mouth is in perfect position to suck your cock until you cum as many times as you can.”
“Let’s try that.”
Roza lay down on her belly and Richard cinched the straps tight around her ankles and waist. Then he buckled the leather cuffs around her wrists. The ratchet clicked softly as he spun the crank, lifting first her arms, then tugging her upper torso to attention.
Richard sat on the floor in front of Roza. “Your breasts are so lovely, and they look so vulnerable. Soft, round globes dangling in front of my face.” He kneaded their softness between his thumbs and fingers. “Their warm, velvet skin and pink nipples are inviting my teeth.”
Roza shut her eyes. “Whatever you desire, Sir.”
Richard pressed his mouth against one and sucked the tender flesh into his mouth. His tongue massaged the nipple, flexing and rubbing it against the texture of his taste buds.
“Oh! Sir, you are so amiable,” she gasped with relief.
“M-m-m-m, mumph.” He mumbled.
The girl moaned and twisted her head slowly from side to side as Richard continued, alternating from breast to breast.
When they both were panting with carnal urgency, he stood up and presented his erection to her ruby lips. Now it was her turn to mumble with her mouth full. She sucked his manhood into her warm, wet paradise.
“Oh, ecstasy! Your tongue feels so good rubbing around my cock.” Richard drew a monumental breath and held it, shutting his eyes. All his mind was focused on was the feeling in his cock.
Roza’s burnished red hair caressed his belly as her head bobbed with trained precision. In just moments Richard felt the pre-cum thrill feathering his belly. He thrust his hips forward, jamming the length of his manhood into Roza’s throat. She gagged a second, then recovered to energize a spectacular suction on Richard’s cock. It felt to Richard like she had the power to compel his entire groin to squeeze into her mouth.
It was beyond any human male’s ability to resist. No holding back, no damming the rising flood. The god of sex blessed them, and Richard’s geyser of hot, viscous cum bulleted into Rosa’s mouth. Spasm after spasm fountained as she struggled to swallow it as fast as it came.
Richard’s hands pressed against the sides of her head, his fingers flexing in her silken hair. At last he finished, exhaling a long-held breath.
“Did I please your cock, sir?”
“Oh, yes. Yes—you were wonderful.” Richard bent over and kissed her cum-dripping lips. “Now, let’s both test the softness of your mattress while I test your pussy.” He released her straps and cuffs and led her to the oversized bed.
***
Caroline moaned as she hung naked in the near darkness, her wrists crossed over each other and bound together above her head. They were secured to a chain rising up and bolted to a horizontal pole near the ceiling. She felt Graveston's callused hands travel slowly over the warm softness of her buttocks. Her elbows were pulled behind her head and bound tightly together with a leather thong, forcing her head forward and down. The mink-fur lined black leather blindfold clamped over her eyes shut out any clue of what Graveston was about to inflict on her body.
Her long, shapely legs were forced wide apart, and chained to the walls of Graveston's tower bedroom. He sat behind her on a chair, under her stretched legs. Caroline hung high enough so his grinning face was level with, and just inches from her defenseless ass.
“AH-UNH!” She suc
ked in a sharp breath as his finger snaked into her ass-crack and slithered forward to examine her pussy lips. Graveston's other hand caressed the inside of her thighs, its ceaseless intrusion migrating back and forth from her crotch to her knees.
He stood up. “Now, my proud beauty,” he rasped in her ear, “I have a special delight prepared for us.”
Caroline heard something being hung on the pole behind her. Then there was a gurgle of liquid in a bloated rubber bag. “What's that?” A tiny shiver skimmed over her skin like electrified butterfly wings. The strange and unknown amusement Graveston was about to enjoy at her expense troubled her. She suddenly realized that she was not only utterly defenseless, but also trapped alone with a man who must do horrid things to women in order to trigger his orgasm.
She bit her lip and held her breath as Graveston's skilled fingers spread her buttocks apart. A man only did that when he wanted to get into a woman's rectum. He jabbed his forefinger into a jar of ointment and then smeared the glistening goo around the tiny circle of her rosebud. She sucked in a shuddering breath as she felt the shock of a merciless tube pushing against her rear entrance. With deliberate slowness, he gradually increased the pressure of the nozzle, rotating it, making tiny digging motions.
Her mouth opened, ready to cry out when the agonizing force became greater than her power to resist. Her torso and legs quaked with the strain of resisting.
“YAUGH!” It's inside my ass!
Caroline felt the bizarre sensation of a rubber probe squirming inside her unprotected rectum like some fat, vile worm. She grunted and groaned as the lining of her rectum endured the impudent invasion of this foreign entity exploring the velvet warmth of her intimate cloister.
“I can tell by your cries and struggles,” Graveston said with a cruel snicker, “this is a new experience for you. Never had a stranger shove such a rude object inside your asshole before, did you?”
“N-n-no,” Caroline gasped, gulping in a desperate breath. He pressed one hand against her belly, the other rotating, twisting, and forcing the hose deeper into her rectum. “Those young people, fucking and cavorting in the other bedrooms; they think they are having the most fun. But they haven't learned the more interesting ways of using and abusing a helpless body, like we do. I have listened at their doors and heard what they say about people our age. The boys think our cocks drop off on our thirtieth birthday, and girls think that a woman's pussy grows shut on that day, too. If they could only see us now.”
“AUGH-AOW!”
Graveston spun the hose between his thumb and fingers, performing a credible imitation of a curious snake. His other hand left her belly and twisted a valve at the bottom of the bag.
“AGH! UNGH! Must you...OH! UH-H-HGH!” Caroline felt fluid gurgling into her, roiling, churning, responding to the crushing pressure of Graveston's grip around the rubber bag. It surged far up into the secluded realm of her colon, loosening its contents.
“AGH! UNHG The fluid; it stings, it stings!”
“Yes, my dear, it’s supposed to. It is a solution of antiseptic. I want your asshole clean and safe for my cock.”
Graveston pinched the lobes of her buttocks together, gripping the hose between thumb and knuckle. His other hand spread wide across her belly and began to knead her vitals, mixing the fluid well with their contents.
Deep inside her belly, Caroline felt a volcano rise up like a mountain's erection, the fire in its heart ready to spew out like a molten lava of cum. She felt her belly would rupture and explode from the pressure. “Please—please, Graveston! Pull it out! Pull it out before it kills me!”
Graveston laughed as he jerked out the hose and kicked a garbage can under her quivering ass. The concussion of her release echoed in the room, the sound shaming her. Caroline's pride and self-respect were ejected along with the watery contents. Her head dipped forward in total surrender. She was emptied of her titles and honors, merely a female thing whose only excuse for existing was to pleasure a man's cock.
The dripping finished and Graveston removed the can and wiped her dry with a soft white towel. His touch was gentle, and the fleecy sensation of the towel against the tenderest site of her anatomy was a joyous relief.
“Oh, Graveston, thank you for your mercy.”
“Now it is time for you to demonstrate your gratitude,” he said. The horizontal bar her arms were chained to above her head was supported at its ends by two hinged poles on either side. He unlatched the hinges and swung the poles forward and down until Caroline's body was suspended horizontal, face down. A padded pedestal under her belly supported the weight of her torso. Her wide spread thighs presented Graveston's cock with the surrendered gift of her asshole.
“And now, my dear, you can enjoy feeling the best part of my body pushing inside you as I fuck your ass.”
Caroline could feel the warmth of his legs and crotch move up to her buttocks, then felt the fleshy hardness of his erection slip easily into her ravaged anus.
What a strange and wondrous sensation! Why has no man ever done this to me before?
He reached forward; under the puffed up sack of his scrotum, under the glistening piston of his plunging cock, forward to Caroline’s tingling pussy lips. Gently, tenderly, skillfully he caressed her. Like a pagan deity he released Caroline’s fears, anxieties and pain. In their place, his divine fingertips infused her body with peace and ecstasy.
Time and space contracted, collapsed, and shrunk all reality and existence into a man’s cock, and a woman’s rectum and pussy. The cycling rhythm of a cock measured out the meaning of life while joy bubbled up in two souls until it burst the floodgate.
“Auh! Unh! Unh—ya-a-a—uhn-n-n-n-YE-GAH!”
Two voices blended as two bodies shuddered together, welded and fused together in the eternal victory of sexual power. Worlds spun on their axis. Stars and dust whirled in their eternal galactic waltz. A universe sang in joy of a billion, billion brilliant bursts of light. But none of this could match the exultant joy of man and woman cumming together!
***
“Are you comfortable, my dear?” Baron Vartan grinned and leered down into Lissa’s wide blue eyes.
“No, thank goodness,” she replied. She turned her head, drinking in the sight of her arms stretched taut and her wrists chained to the bedposts. The baron’s naked body lay on top of her, but she could still see the wide spread of her legs and her ankles chained to the other two bedposts. “I’m feeling the tension in my arms and legs, and the weight of your body on my nakedness gives me such a delicious sensation of helplessness. Your castle is paradise!”
“Your husband, Richard, is a very lucky man.”
“I’m the lucky one,” she replied. “He shares my body with every man who wants me.”
Vartan crushed his lips against hers. Lissa responded, the fire in her belly blazing up as she felt Vartan’s cock swell and harden against her pussy. Without foreplay, without tender whispers, both were already straining for the coupling of their genitals. Vartan’s cock slid easily into Lissa’s dripping pussy.
She moaned and gasped as he surged up and down on top of her, his hands busy with her breasts.
“You are so young and beautiful,” he moaned between his panting for air. “What a joy it is for an older man to fuck such a lovely young girl.”
“Oh, Baron,” she gasped, “your cock—your cock! It feels so powerful inside me.” Her head rolled from side to side on the golden cushion of her hair as the sensations of his naked body pressing down on hers swirled through her mind.
Vartan kept his eyes open, the vision of his lovely captive setting spurs to his lust.
How young and pretty she is, hardly more than a child, yet wise in the revelry of the flesh. If Graveston can bring me maids like Lissa, I shall not mourn for my home in Voldavia.
Lissa’s crimson cupid-bow mouth stretched open, her breath hot and rapid against Vartan’s neck. Tiny whimpers of carnal urgency bubbled up from her psyche, the dark ego riding bareback on her
mind. A stampede of lust hormones raged like insane beasts through her pounding veins.
Lissa gasped a rapid succession of breaths, then clamped her teeth in a breath-holding grimace. Shutting her eyes and pulling back her lips, she arched her back like a steel spring. Her lungs contracted, sending a shout lunging out, ringing in the air and making the candle flames shudder.
“YE-E-E—AUGH!” Her back fell down on the bed again as the pussy muscle clamped tight, imprisoning the Baron’s cock. Her vaginal convulsions milked his manhood violently, triggering his flood of spew.
“AUH-H-H-H!” His howl forced his jaw open, exposing his pointed canine teeth. Never before had his cock spasmed so many times. Never before had such a rich, creamy flow spurted so much cum into his captive. Never had Vartan felt so many pulses of elixir thrilling the ecstasy-sensors in his cock.
His naked body collapsed on Lissa, his groans revealing how his emptied sperm sacks ached with the strain of squeezing out every atom of cum.
They panted together, gulping down air to feed the demand of their hammering hearts. When their breathing slowed, Vartan groaned again.
“Are you all right, Baron?” Lissa looked up at his face with a worried expression.
“Oh, Mrs. Cailean, I have never felt this wonderful before.” He lay his head in the pillow of her hair. “Never, never, never.”
“You’re so sweet,” she whispered, and kissed his shoulder. “Please, now that we are such close friends, call me Lissa.”
Chapter Four
Dance, Beautiful Gypsy, Dance
“How far is it to Lympwick, Karel?”
The Gypsy prince smiled at his wife, “About two miles across this moor, Katarina, then ten miles along the road. We will be there in three hours, just about dusk.”
“You’re sure Tabor can pull our wagon that fast? We have all of our Gypsies inside; Pavel, Varina, Zivon, Sonja, Stasio, Milka, Radinka, Milos, and Hedy. That’s a lot of weight for poor Tabor to pull.”
“Tabor is young and strong, and his neck wound is healed. He is a good horse.”
“But why did you have to bring Hedy? She delights in making trouble.”
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