Stephanie's Trial (23 page)

'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.

Amanda had
already experienced this cock inside her. It was like nothing she
had ever experienced before. It had taken her to heights she had
never dreamt of, and it was going to do it again. Her body ached
for it.

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.