Stephanie's Trial (22 page)

But that
didn't complete the picture. Mick knelt behind the girl whose cunt
was already being fucked. Slowly he nosed his cock into the
puckered opening of her anus.

'Yes,' she
said enthusiastically. 'Oh yes, do it. I love it.'

She wriggled
her arse back at him by way of encouragement. He pushed forward
into the tight rear passage made even tighter by the presence of a
cock reaming into her cunt.

The second
girl saw what was happening and began to feel left out. She caught
the hand of one of the only other two men not engaged in sex, both
of whom were watching this performance.

'Do it to me,'
she said.

He didn't
hesitate. His cock was fully erect. He knelt behind her, seeing the
other man's head between her thighs, his tongue still working on
her cunt. He pushed his cock forward and felt the tongue too.
Pulling back he found the entrance to her arse.

'Yes, there,'
the girl said excitedly. As he pressed his cock home she moaned,
gripping the first woman's breasts more tightly, her fingernails
digging into her nipples.

The last man
got up and rid himself of shirt and trousers. The writhing mass of
bodies in front of him had taken up a rhythm like some monstrous
many-headed animal trying to bring itself off. Three cocks and one
tongue plunged home in perfect synchronisation, the two women so
full of sensation they were coming almost continuously, almost
unable to catch their breath between huge shockwaves of
feeling.

The last man
stood beside them. Both girls were blonde, one with long hair and
the other with her hair cut into a neck-length bob. It was the one
with the long hair who had both cocks buried in her body but both
girls looked wild, their eyes unfocused, their bodies trembling.
They were clinging to each other so tightly it was as if they
feared to let go, feared they might drown in sensation.

They kissed
each other continuously, not tonguing kisses but little nibbles and
sucks. The last man put his hands on the back of their heads and
pushed his cock between their lips as they met.

'Mmm...' the
long-haired woman mumbled at once.

They both
licked and sucked enthusiastically, yet another notch to rack up
their excitement. They felt the cock throbbing between their lips,
just as the other cocks throbbed in their bodies. Their orgasm
continued to roll over them. Their cunts were so wet their juices
ran out over the men's balls. The man who was licking out the
second woman had to swallow her juice, there was so much. The women
had never been wetter, nor the men harder.

If it hadn't
been for the indulgences of last night they would have all come in
seconds. But they held on, wallowing in the feelings of being
completely engulfed in sex. It was the man in the long-haired
blonde's cunt who came first, unable to stand the excitement any
longer, never having seen or felt anything like this. He bucked his
hips one final time, then held his cock still as he felt it spasm
and jet spunk into her sex. This throbbing, spunking cock,
separated from his only by the thin membranes of the woman's body,
set Mick off too, plunging him over the edge of a shattering
climax, his spunk jetting out into the hot tight passage of her
arse, as he felt the other shaft jerking against him.

The man
embedded in the other woman's arse felt all this as though it were
vibrations directly in her body, the orgasm transmitted from one
woman to the other like musical harmony. He too felt his cock spasm
and spunk as he felt the other man's tongue still licking
underneath him. All the bodies were trembling, all in a kind of
shock, all shaking uncontrollably from the aftermath of orgasm.

The last man
could stand it no longer either. His penis began to spasm. The
other's view was restricted but he could see everything, see the
two women, their lips wrapped around either side of his cock, their
breasts squeezed tightly in each other's hands, their cunts open,
their thighs bent as they knelt over the man's prostrate body. As
the shorter-haired blonde felt the cock begin to twitch she moved
her mouth round quickly and took it between her lips. Not a moment
too soon because just as the cock invaded her throat she felt its
spunk pumping out in great hot gobs.

But she wasn't
selfish. She waited until the man's crisis had passed and his cock
had shrunk slightly, then pulled away from him and leant forward to
kiss the other woman, using her tongue to give her a share of the
spoils. They both swallowed spunk. Some escaped and dribbled from
their mouths.

Amanda decided
it was time to join the party. But she wanted to be alone. Quickly
she unbuckled the leather strap that held Devlin into the wing
chair. She pulled him to his feet.

'Follow me,'
she said, striding out of the room. He nearly tripped over one of
the slaves as he hurried to follow her.

Stephanie
looked around for Venetia. She had slipped away. Not that that gave
Stephanie any grounds for hope. After the way Venetia had testified
with such venom, any hope she had in that department had gone.
Venetia had disappeared for no other reason than she had no desire
to see what she did not care to do.

For the moment
no one paid any attention to Stephanie. It was just as well. Left
to the not-at-all-tender mercies of Andrew and Amanda, she could
imagine that her life, and Devlin's, was going to be very
unpleasant from now on.

It was going
to be a long time before any of the company grew bored of this
situation. There was lots of money to buy food from the mainland
and enough booze to keep the party going for months. Their sexual
appetites would not be satiated quickly either, not with the extra
ingredient, for the slaves at least, of being able to savour
something that had been so long forbidden.

Tied and
helpless, Stephanie cursed herself again. If she had only paid
attention to her instincts none of this would have happened...

Stephanie had
spent the night in her cell. The evening's proceedings after the
trial had left the whole company exhausted and in no mood to play
further games with their newly sentenced slaves. She had heard
Amanda locking Devlin away in the next-door cell and then, once
again, silence had descended on the cellars and not a sound was to
be heard.

For the first
time since the slaves had taken over, food was provided. A tray of
bread, cheese and fruit was left in the cell. Stephanie had not
eaten since breakfast the day before and she had consumed avidly
everything they had given her.

It was a long
time, in the darkness of the cell, before anyone came again and
Stephanie could only sleep fitfully. With no mattress the stone
floor provided little comfort and even though her arms had been
freed and she was bound only by the ankle chain, it was difficult
to find a position that afforded a good chance of sleep. Her mind
refused to stop working either. Now that she was convinced Venetia
had thrown her lot in with the rebels, there seemed little
possibility of escape. The future that stretched ahead seemed
bleak. The tables had been turned and, effectively and completely,
she and Devlin were now the slaves of the castle.

In the
morning, at least Stephanie assumed it was the morning since her
watch now belonged to Amanda and she had no other means of telling
the time, one of the former female slaves came to unlock Stephanie
from the ankle cuff and took her to wash and use the toilet. But
she was returned to her cell immediately and the ankle cuff was
reattached. Hours later, how many she could not tell as time
dragged so slowly, a tray of food - water, bread, cheese and fruit
again - was pushed into the cell and the light left on.

Again
Stephanie ate everything and the food made her feel better. She had
to try and think positively. Andrew and Amanda would inevitably get
bored with the castle. The former slaves would all gradually drift
away and the castle would become increasingly more difficult to
live in with no servants to clean up the mess that was being made.
Sooner or later they would be free.

But as much as
she tried to be optimistic, there were still nagging doubts.
Venetia might go into the village - where they all knew her - and
persuade the servants to return to serve a new master. There was
plenty of money in the safe to pay them and Venetia knew how,
through the computer, to get more transferred to the local bank.
Andrew and Amanda could live a life of total luxury for months to
come, with Devlin and herself to amuse them and satisfy their every
whim.

Stephanie
shivered. They had stripped her out of the leather leotard before
putting her in the cell and she was naked again. The experience
reminded her of the time she had spent in Gianni's cellars after he
had kidnapped her: cold and helpless. Then, as now, she had been
naked and available for use.

She would have
given anything to be able to speak to Devlin. She tried knocking on
the stone wall with the links of the metal chain, hoping Devlin
would hear and respond. Even a couple of meaningless taps would
have been important to her; it would be contact, however limited.
But though she listened intently there was not a sound in reply and
she sunk back into listless depression, leaning against the cold
stone wall and closing her eyes.

She must have
fallen asleep because the cell door being thrust open woke her with
a start.

'Playtime,'
Amanda announced. Again she was dressed in one of Stephanie's
outfits, this time a crimson red silk creation. It was backless
with a halter neck and a tight knee-length skirt. Her legs were
sheathed in sheer black nylon and her feet in red shoes with very
high heels, the heels themselves clad in a chrome metal casing. She
wore long crimson suede gloves that covered her arms to well above
the elbow. She had taken her time with her make-up and hair. She
wore a dark red lipstick to match the dress and an eye-shadow in a
similar shade that made her light brown eyes look deeper and more
alluring. Her short black hair had been brushed out and seemed to
have a noticeable sheen to it.

As she got
down on her haunches to unlock the metal ankle cuff, Stephanie saw
the time on the Patek Phillipe watch, her Patek Phillipe watch, was
nine o'clock.

'Up,' she
ordered. Stephanie got to her feet. With the high heels, Amanda was
taller than her for once. 'Are you going to behave or do I have to
cuff you again?'

'I'll do what
you want,' Stephanie said.

'Very
sensible. Follow me, then.'

Amanda led the
way to the small door of the back staircase that led directly to
Stephanie's bedroom. The vaulted corridor outside the cells was
still a mess, with empty bottles of booze and mattresses strewn
about the floor. One of the garden overseers was lying on a
mattress, his arms bound behind his back with leather straps and
his legs tied together with thick white rope so it was impossible
for him to move a muscle. A leather strap had also been tied
tightly around his cock and under his balls. Judging from the way
it glistened and from the strong aroma of sex, he had been used by
one of the females recently, though clearly she had been careful
not to let him have any gratification.

Stephanie
mounted the stone staircase first, with Amanda following. The
stairwell was always cold, getting no sun and being sunk right in
the heart of the thick stone walls. Stephanie shivered and felt her
nipples pucker as the air chilled her to the bone.

Emerging in
her bedroom, she was amazed to find most of the mess she had seen
last time had been cleared away. The wardrobes and drawers were
closed and all the clothes and items of equipment had been put
away. The doors to the terrace were open and Stephanie could see
Andrew standing near the parapet, looking over the lake to the
mainland where, in the distance, the lights from occasional houses
and the one village shone like stars against the dark canopy of
night.

Hearing their
arrival, Andrew walked back into the bedroom and closed the terrace
doors. He was wearing one of Devlin's silk Sulka robes, knotted at
the waist.

'Good
evening,' he said. 'You look as though you could do with a wash and
brush-up, and some make-up. That's no way to appear in front of
your master, is it?' He came up to her and twisted a lock of her
hair around his finger.

'No,'
Stephanie said, resisting the temptation to add that she didn't
have any choice.

'No what?'

She knew the
answer to that question straight away. 'No, master,' she said
unenthusiastically.

Amanda pulled
her towards the bathroom. 'So get yourself looking decent,' she
said, pushing her inside and closing the door.

Being in her
own bathroom was not much of a relief. It reminded her of what she
had won and what she had lost. She ran a hot bath, washed her hair
and sat down to apply make-up for the first time in three days. She
applied a mascara and blusher to her cheeks,' which looked pale
from lack of sunlight already, she thought, and painted on a very
red lipstick. She had not seen herself in a mirror for three
days.

With her
make-up on and her hair dried and brushed out she looked good:
apart from the slight paleness there was no sign, in her face at
least, of the deprivations she had suffered.

The bathroom
door opened and Andrew entered, closing it behind him. Stephanie
faced his cold, unwavering eyes. For once he had the power over
her, total power. He could do anything with her and she knew he
would. He had been her slave, now she was his.

'Oh that's
much better,' he said. 'You're a very beautiful woman aren't you,
slave?'

'Yes, master,'
she said demurely. It was the role she knew she would have to play.
There was no point railing against it. For the immediate future
Andrew was her master. He would decide what she ate, what she wore,
when she slept and where. She belonged to him and she knew there
was nothing else to do but accept it, just like the sensible slaves
at the castle had done. The line of least resistance, the line
Andrew and Amanda had never learned to follow.