Stephanie's Castle (19 page)

'
Bellissima!
'
Gianni cried, applauding Bruno's invention. Unable to ripen fully,
the masked man's erection strained against the hard pouch. His eyes
were on Venetia now that her body was exposed, gazing on her thick
heavy breasts in such contrast to her slim waist and slender hips.
The wisps of her meagre pubic hair barely covered the joining of
her labia. She was a stunningly beautiful creature and it was
obvious to the man what he had been brought here to do. As if to
confirm it, Bruno had sheathed the knife and was unlocking the
small padlock that held the genital pouch in place. As it fell away
the masked man's erection sprung free.

'No, Devlin,'
Venetia begged quietly, as though trying not to let anyone else in
the room hear. 'Please, Devlin. You know I've never had a man,
please...'

'She's a
virgin!' Gianni had heard her perfectly. 'Well, now, this is better
and better.'

His greedy
eyes looked at Venetia with renewed interest. The masked man had
heard too. With the incident on the plane and now this, Devlin was
certainly orchestrating a weekend for him that he would never
forget.

'Devlin...'
Venetia begged again, looking straight into Devlin's eyes. For a
moment Stephanie could see he was tempted to let her off. But he
had no choice. Gianni was paying the piper.

'Get on with
it,' he said with no conviction.

Bruno took the
masked man by the arm and led him towards Venetia. She made no
attempt to move. The masked man looked back at Devlin as if for
reassurance that this wasn't some elaborate game and that he had
misunderstood his role. He had visited the castle many times and
knew there were many games and many rules and that the price for
breaking the rules was paid in pain. Caught in a trough of
indecision, his feelings for Venetia weighing heavily on him as she
continued to beg with her eyes not to commission this act, Devlin
did nothing.

'Tomorrow is
the sixteenth, my friend. You need me to remind you of this? The
day your loan runs out.' Gianni's voice was ice cold. His eyes did
not leave the glories of Venetia's body as he spoke. He would get
what he wanted. Power over a man of Devlin's wealth was a rare
commodity and he was determined to use it while he could. Tomorrow,
with the contract signed, Devlin would not be so malleable.

'What are you
waiting for?' Devlin growled at the masked man.

He needed no
second bidding. The man's erection and his balls ached for relief.
He pulled back his foreskin over the head of his penis and felt an
instant jolt of pleasure. It was the first time he'd been able to
touch himself since he was put on the plane. A tear of fluid had
already formed in his excitement. He was three or four feet in
front of Venetia. She had given up the attempt to influence Devlin
and now her bright green eyes were watching him closely. The man
edged forward and she backed away. There wasn't far for her to go.
In two steps her manacled hands were pressed into the stone wall of
the cellar.

The masked man
advanced slowly. Venetia moved sideways, away into the farthest
corner of the room. The man followed, his erection bobbing out in
front of him. She reached the corner and pressed herself into it.
He stood in front of her. Their eyes met. Hunter and prey. Venetia
tensed her body. With her hands cuffed behind her back there was
little she could do to defend herself but she was going to make it
as difficult for him as she could.

The man lunged
forward but Venetia was ready for him. As he tried to grab her
shoulders she ducked down and pushed passed him knocking him off
balance as her shoulders slammed into his hip. He sprawled on to
the cold stone floor, only just managing to break his fall with his
hands.

Gianni was laughing and applauding. '
Bellissima bella
,' he cried, reminding
Stephanie of a man applauding the first pass of a
matador.

Venetia was in
the middle of the room now, able to dart in any direction to escape
her pursuer. Only the various items of bondage apparatus, the
chairs, whipping stools, and punishment frames, were in her way.
The masked man had picked himself up from the floor and advanced
towards her again, angry at her now. But Venetia made sure she did
not get herself cornered and always circled to the centre of the
room. The cat-and-mouse game continued for some minutes, with
neither the masked man's appetite nor his erection in the least
diminished by the game.

Gianni watched
fascinated, his eyes constantly roving over Venetia's body so
wantonly displayed by the holes cut in the black Lycra and
accentuated by the sharp high heels of her boots. But Devlin wanted
it over.

'Bruno...'

Bruno was
standing behind Venetia. Before she could react to the new threat
he had jumped forward and caught her around her waist.

'No, not
fair,' Gianni shouted in mock complaint. But he did not want Bruno
actually to release her.

The masked man
stood in front of Venetia and took one of her large breasts in his
hand. Venetia struggled against Bruno's grip but it was as though
his arms were made of steel. The hand squeezed and pummelled at the
soft flesh of her tit, then the fingers took the nipple and
squeezed and pinched this too. The masked man repeated the process
with the other breast, all the time looking straight into Venetia's
green eyes to see her response, the tip of his penis nudging the
wispy hair of her pubis. Venetia's nipples were hard now, her body
betraying her, though her eyes betrayed nothing.

His hand pried
between her legs. She clasped them together tightly but not enough
to prevent his forefinger finding the tight node of her clitoris.
As she felt him manipulate it she renewed her struggle against
Bruno but this only provoked him to hold her around the neck and
clamp his hand on her chin, making it impossible for her to move
her head. The finger pried deeper, despite the resistance of her
thighs, and wanked her clitoris. Against her will Venetia could
sense some wetness beginning to lubricate her labia. The masked man
felt it too.

As if she
weighed nothing, Bruno picked her bodily off the floor. The masked
man's finger never lost contact with her clitoris for a second,
clamped there as it was by her thighs, as Bruno laid Venetia down
on one of the wooden frames. As she felt the rough material of the
thin mattress that covered the frame on her back Venetia realised
the inevitable. Resistance was impossible. With her hands still
manacled behind her back her weight rested on them forcing her to
arch her back, angling her cunt up as if in invitation.

She felt the
masked man's hand pushing her legs apart. She did not resist. She
did not cooperate either. She lay passive and hoped it would be
over quickly. She tried to imagine she was somewhere else. She
cursed herself for ever getting into this position, for stealing
from Devlin and for imagining he would not, sooner or later, exact
this punishment on her. She had been his special slave. Now her
luck had run out.

Bruno knelt by
the frame, his hand gripping her throat. The masked man pressed two
fingers into her cunt, feeling the soft wet walls of it, pushing as
far as his fingers would go then pulling out again, imitating the
movement his cock would make very soon now.

Venetia
strained her head to look around the room. Gianni sat on the edge
of his chair his eyes fixed on her body. Stephanie sat watching
too. Only Devlin appeared not to be able to bring himself to
look.

'Fuck her
then,' Gianni prompted. She could see his robe had fallen open and
he was stroking his own semi-erect cock.

The masked man
needed no further encouragement. He climbed on to her body and felt
her shudder as his cock lay on her navel. He half expected her to
start to fight again, to try to buck and twist him off her. But she
lay still, seemingly accepting the inevitable. Slowly he raised his
buttocks and aimed his cock down between her legs. He could feel
the soft flesh of her labia on his cock already wet from his own
excretions. He pushed it down farther until it was at the entrance
to her cunt. He looked down at her magnificent body, the black
Lycra clinging to every inch of her that was not already white and
exposed. Then in one smooth movement he buried his cock up to the
hilt in her wet cunt knowing he was the first man who had ever
penetrated her.

Venetia
screamed once, a long thin piercing scream. She tried to take her
mind away, tried to think of other things, of being in another
place, tried to pretend she could not feel this man inside her
body, fucking her, but it was impossible. He was thrusting in and
out, the relentless rhythm of his cock and the constant hammering
of her clitoris against his pubic bone making it impossible for her
to be anywhere but in that room feeling what he was doing to her
and knowing what was coming, that for the first time a man was
going to spunk inside her. She was fighting herself too she began
to realise. Almost involuntarily she tried to squirm away from the
cock that was giving her a feeling she didn't want, a feeling of
pleasure. But the rhythm was irresistible, unyielding. She did not
know whether the masked man was a good lover, she had nothing to
compare him with, but his thrusts seemed never ending and the force
and power of his cock overwhelmed her.

Her tits ached
from the treatment he had given them, but it was not real pain. Her
cunt was stretched by the sword of flesh ramming into it. It was
not like a dildo, not like the dildos she had used and had been
used on her, cold and dead. His cock was hot and alive, swelling
with its load of spunk.

She fought the
pleasure, determined she would not let it take her over. Her body
was betraying her again. Then Bruno was gone and Stephanie knelt in
his place. Instead of his iron hand holding her throat Stephanie
was stroking her face, her neck, even her eyelids. Stephanie was
there as the cock relentlessly forced her to orgasm. It was
Stephanie's hand stretching down her body, running her fingers down
her open thigh, so tender, that brought her off, opened the nerves
of her body. It was Stephanie's kiss and Stephanie's tongue in her
mouth as though wanting to touch her orgasm and be part of it that
made Venetia feel she would never stop coming, made her whole body
quiver and shake under and over and around a man for the first time
in her life.

The masked man
had managed not to spunk. He waited. He waited as he watched
Stephanie walking towards the frame, watched her stroke her friend
and kiss her friend. He waited as he felt Venetia's orgasm rake
through every nerve in her long beautiful body. Then he knew it was
his turn. As Venetia subsided beneath him he knew it was his turn.
He looked at Stephanie, remembering what she had done to him on the
plane, as she got to her feet, naked but for her tautly suspended
stockings and high heels. He knew what she was going to do before
she did it. He even knew why - because she wanted him finished with
her friend. Then her hand was down between his legs to where he was
coupled to Venetia, down in all the heat and wetness, down cupping
his balls, pulling them away from his body, squeezing them with
just the right amount of pressure, making sure his spunk was in his
cock. Her fingers wrapped themselves around his cock now on his
outward stroke and tightened around it and that was the last thing
he felt before he surrendered himself to his climax, before he
bucked into Venetia and spunked, spunked so hard and so long his
body seemed out of his control for what seemed like forever,
wanting only to get the last drop of spunk out and into her.

Stephanie had
been unable to sit and watch passively. She had seen the change in
Venetia; she had watched the tense resistance of her body, fighting
every touch, change to passivity, then relax slowly and change
again, as passivity had given way to desire, as Venetia's body had
started to crave and want what the masked man was giving her. Only
with her eyes did Venetia express her true feelings. Stephanie had
wanted to watch what was going to happen to Venetia. The idea had
turned her on, had increased the sexual arousal she was already
experiencing, twisting another notch higher on the ratchet of her
desire.

At first she
had stood up only to get a better view as Venetia was laid on the
frame. She had done it unconsciously, enthralled by the spectacle
before her eyes. In the same way she had moved closer, only dimly
aware of Gianni's eyes on her near-naked body. She had watched as
the masked man thrust his cock into Venetia and heard Venetia's
heart-rent scream. But Stephanie was not content to watch, her body
and her temperament needed something more. Without asking Devlin,
or Gianni - the ring-master of this particular circus - for that
matter, she knelt beside Bruno and pulled his hand from Venetia's
throat. Bruno acquiesced after a nod of approval from Devlin. He
got to his feet and walked away. Stephanie caressed Venetia's
throat where the strong fingers had left an impression on her white
skin, and their eyes met. She felt the sexual electricity that
Venetia's body was generating; she stroked her body, her neck, her
face, her thighs, then kissed Venetia's mouth. As her tongue
penetrated her mouth she felt the orgasm rocking through Venetia's
body, and knew she, and not the man, had given her that release.
She could see it in Venetia's eyes, her gratitude and a plea. She
knew immediately what Venetia wanted. Venetia wanted this man out
of her, wanted it to be over.

And Stephanie
knew what to do. She had become expert now. She knew she could milk
this man, take his balls in her hand and milk the spunk out of him.
She knew she could make him come instantly and Venetia's punishment
would be over and Gianni satisfied. She had felt down between his
legs, felt his balls wet with Venetia's juices. She squeezed them,
pulled them, felt his cock swell with spunk. She circled his cock
with her fingers putting greater pressure on it than Venetia's cunt
could do. And that had taken him over the edge, made him shoot his
spunk, unable to hold back any longer. Stephanie had made him come
too.