Stephanie's Trial (17 page)

As Venetia
went to the fridge Andrew swung himself off the bed. He started
prowling around the room. At the far end where all the wardrobes
and chests of drawers were kept, he started investigating their
contents. He found Stephanie's lingerie and rifled through it. He
found the drawers of equipment - straps and chains and leather
harnesses, dildos and gags and silk or leather blindfolds - that
Stephanie used on Devlin or the slaves.

'Well, what
have we got here?' he said as he opened a specially constructed
drawer within one of the wardrobes, a long drawer containing a
selection of whips. He couldn't suppress a shudder as his body
remembered what had been inflicted on him. He picked out a short
riding crop and swished it experimentally through the air. He came
back to the bed and used the leather loop on the end of the crop to
caress Stephanie's cheek. 'Lie on the bed, mistress,' he said, his
eyes sparkling with excitement. 'On your stomach.'

For a moment
Stephanie hesitated.

'Do it,'
Andrew barked angrily.

Awkwardly,
with no hands for support, Stephanie obeyed. She could feel
Andrew's eyes on her arse. He followed them with the loop of the
whip, tracing it along her thighs, over the welts of the stockings,
up the suspenders, pushing it under the lace-edged leg of the
knickers to reveal more of her buttocks. Stephanie expected to feel
the cut of the whip at any moment.

Venetia had
opened the champagne and handed Andrew a glass.

'Cheers,' she
said, raising the glass she had poured for herself.

'Cheers,
darling,' he said, swigging back the champagne and choking on the
bubbles. He eyed Venetia's long legs in the tight trousers of the
one-piece suit. 'I suppose I can't change your mind?'

Venetia did
not need to ask what he meant. She could see it in his eyes. 'I
told you I'd do anything but that.'

'What a
waste.'

'What are you
going to do to her?' Venetia asked.

He laughed,
loudly and long. 'Everything. Everything she did to me and a great
deal more.'

'I mean
now.'

'Now. Now a
little appetizer, I think. Lock the bedroom door and bring me the
key. Get me one of those chains from the drawer, a small one.'

Venetia did
both things at once. Andrew unbuttoned his shirt, slipped the door
key onto the chain and hung it around his neck. Then he took the
key of the handcuffs out of his pocket and unlocked them.
Stephanie's wrists fell to her side.

'Take her
boots and knickers off. Leave the stockings on. I like
stockings.'

Venetia knelt
on the bed and rolled Stephanie onto her back. She unzipped the
boots and pulled them from Stephanie's calves, dropping them on the
floor. Stephanie stared into her eyes, trying to see what was going
on in her mind. She had treated Venetia badly occasionally but
Venetia had always been special. They had always had a special
relationship. Surely she hadn't forgotten that? But Venetia
steadfastly refused to meet her gaze and her eyes were blank.
Stephanie could see nothing there at all, no clue as to what she
was thinking.

Taking the
waistband of the French knickers in her hands, Venetia pulled them
down Stephanie's hips, not waiting for her to raise her bottom off
the bed.

'Oh yes, I
remember that,' Andrew said, standing at the foot of the bed and
looking up Stephanie's long stockinged legs. 'You come here,' he
said to Venetia, who got up off the bed immediately. 'Put your hand
out,' he added.

Venetia held
one hand up in front of Andrew who picked up the discarded
handcuffs and snapped one cuff over her wrist. He pulled her over
to the large radiator on the wall alongside the bed and clipped the
other cuff around the pipe that led into it at skirting-board
level.

'I thought I
was on your side,' Venetia said, crouching on the floor.

'You are. It's
just I don't want you getting any funny ideas while I'm otherwise
engaged. I only like to have to think about one thing at a
time.'

'I told you
I'm a slave too.'

'I know what
you said. Don't worry; you'll get plenty of chances to prove
yourself...' Andrew picked up her glass of champagne and handed it
to her with a broad smile. Then he walked back to the bed. 'Now...'
he said, looking down at Stephanie, 'I can't tell you how much I've
looked forward to this.'

Stephanie
looked into his eyes. She could see his excitement. Quite calmly he
stripped off his shoes and socks and pulled his trousers and pants
down his legs. His cock was circumcised and semi-erect, surrounded
by pubic hair as blond and curly as that on his head.

He knelt on
the bed beside her and for a long moment did nothing but look at
her magnificent body. He had seen it many times, naked and clothed,
clad in lacy silk underwear, black satin basques, tight clinging
Lycra, or hard leather corselettes. But always before he'd hardly
dared to look for fear it would cause an erection to swell against
the confines of the immovable metal pouch. This time his cock was
free and it responded by coming to full erection, throbbing and
hard, as his eyes roamed over her body.

'What do you
want me to do?' Stephanie asked. There was no point in making
things worse by not cooperating.

Andrew did not
answer. Instead he swung his thigh across her chest so he was
kneeling over her breasts, his rampant cock inches from her mouth.
He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her onto him, as he'd dreamt
of doing so many times since he'd left the castle.

Stephanie
sucked his cock as best she could. She would have liked to have
moved her head but his grip was too tight. She concentrated on
tonguing the ridge under the glans, wanting to make him come as
quickly as she could. Then it would be over, at least for the time
being.

His grip
slackened as the feelings in his cock intensified. He reached
behind his back with one hand to feel for her cunt. With little
finesse he found her labia and pushed two fingers inside. Her cunt
was hot and wet. He pushed his fingers as deep as they would go and
heard her moan against his cock.

Stephanie
lunged her head forward. His cock filled her mouth. She could feel
it beginning to swell with spunk. She worked faster, trying to make
her mouth like her cunt, wet and tight, trying to suck out his
spunk.

'Not so
fast...' he said, pulling his cock out from between her lips. 'I
know what you're trying to do.'

But she had
largely succeeded. Andrew's excitement was intense. He knew he
couldn't last long now. Quickly he swung off her and rolled her
onto her stomach. In his mind he had imagined doing this so many
times, he had wanked endlessly since he left the castle, thinking
of this body and how it had tormented him, how he had endured the
never-ending frustration. And now it was his. He knelt between her
legs and pulled her hips up to meet him. He wanted to bugger her,
to fuck her and bugger her, alternate between the two passages of
her body, but now he knew he would only just manage to get his cock
into that hot cunt, as its thick fleshy labia nudged at his
balls.

He had dreamt
of this moment. He pressed forward and felt his cock slide up the
whole length of her tight wet cunt, right up until he could feel
his balls resting against her arse. He thought he was going to come
then, just on that one stroke, but he managed to control himself.
He pulled back and lunged again, and that was it. His body took
control, his cock began to spasm and he took his last glimpse of
Stephanie's long back bisected by the suspender belt, and the tight
suspenders stretching the welts of the stockings on her thighs,
before his eyes rolled up and his spunk jetted into her body. He
thought he felt her cunt contracting round his cock as though
trying to milk every last drop of spunk from him, and as his orgasm
finally ended he whimpered, for a reason he did not understand, one
word.

'Mistress...'

It was a
simple harness, but effective. A thick band of leather around the
neck with a similar thick strap down between the shoulder-blades,
to which were attached two leather cuffs, one on top of the other.
Stephanie's wrists were buckled tightly into these cuffs, her
elbows jutting out like chicken wings, her breasts thrust forward.
She was completely naked now apart from a pair of black high heels
Venetia had levered on to her feet. A chain, like a leash, was
clipped to a D-ring in the front of the collar and it was by this
that Andrew, wearing a white towelling robe from her bathroom, was
leading her down the stone staircase that led directly to the
cellars. Venetia, still in the tight black one-piece trouser-suit,
brought up the rear.

As Andrew
opened the thick wooden door at the bottom of the stairs they were
greeted by a scene that looked like the orgies of ancient Rome.
There were copulating couples everywhere. Mattresses had been
dragged out of the individual cells on one side of the wide vaulted
hallway and men and women ranged over them in a variety of
positions. The slaves had all been freed and the males had quickly
found the keys to the padlocks that held the metal pouches chained
over their genitals. Without restriction for the first time in
weeks, they were clearly giving vent to their frustrations. The
female slaves showed no signs of being unwilling to help.

Stephanie
glimpsed Paul lying on the floor while two women sucked and licked
at his balls. Mick, on the other hand, was lying on his back on a
mattress with one of the larger women slaves impaled on his cock.
She, in turn, was sucking the cock of a male slave and wanking on
the cock of another. A similar chain of bodies was formed at the
far end of the corridor. A male had his head buried between the
legs of one of the women who was sucking on the cock of a man who,
in turn, was eagerly eating the labia of a second female whose
mouth was clamped firmly over the cock of the first man. A complete
circle of sex. In one corner Stephanie recognised Molly, the petite
blonde with the large fleshy tits, who was busily engaged doing
precisely what she had done to Stephanie while the Baron watched,
but this time with another slave.

The wine
cellars, just outside the slaves' quarters, had been liberally
raided too. There were bottles of wine and fine brandy
everywhere.

Only Amanda
was missing. Stephanie could guess where she was. As if reading her
mind, Andrew picked his way through the naked bodies, none of whom
paid any attention, and led the way into the suite of rooms
designed for the castle guests to entertain or be entertained by
the slaves. Here there were two luxuriously appointed bedrooms with
their own bathrooms and video equipment, together with another
room; the punishment room, a large chamber formed from the original
stone of the castle walls, with a flag-stoned floor. Here every
conceivable sexual whim could be satisfied, from bondage to rubber,
leather, transvestism and the wishes of sadists and masochists.
Chains, punishment frames, pulleys and racks filled the room and it
was here, as Stephanie had suspected, they found Amanda.

She was naked
but for a pair of skimpy black briefs and high heels. Her big
muscular body was sweating and Stephanie could see why. Secured by
his hands and feet with thick leather straps and lying face-down on
one of the punishment frames was Bruno. It was Bruno who had
administered most of the punishments awarded to the slaves and
Stephanie guessed he would be the prime target for Amanda's
revenge. The long whip she held in her hand and the welts that
crisscrossed his heavy buttocks told their story.

She slashed
the whip down on Bruno's buttocks again and he bucked against his
bonds. Though he was mute he managed to produce a moan of pain.
Amanda threw the whip aside.

'Having fun?'
Andrew asked.

'Oh yes, I
feel much better now I've given this bastard a taste of his own
medicine.'

'I thought you
might like to start on this,' Andrew said, pulling Stephanie
forward by the leash.

'Not yet.'
Amanda's eyes were blazing with excitement. She sidled up to Andrew
and pulled the robe open, circling his cock with her hand. 'Why
don't you come next door with me? I've got myself all worked up
now, Andy. Wouldn't you like to take advantage of me?' She kissed
him hard on the mouth and rubbed her breasts against his chest so
he could feel the hardness of her nipples, at the same time pulling
at his cock not at all gently. It began to get hard.

'Come on then.
Since everyone else seems to be having such a good time.'

'Bring her
too,' Amanda said, looking at the naked Stephanie. 'She can
watch.'

'And me?'
Venetia said.

In the
corridor outside the punishment room, Andrew saw that the outer
door could be locked by a big old-fashioned mortise. He turned the
key in the lock, then removed it.

'Now you can
do what you like,' he told Venetia as Amanda led Stephanie into one
of the bedrooms.

So far the
suite of rooms hadn't been touched by the chaos outside. Amanda
slumped onto the big bed, her near-naked body glistening under the
light. Skimming off her panties, she opened her legs wide and began
to wank at her clitoris. Then she dipped a finger into her cunt,
withdrew it, then sucked it into her mouth. She moaned at the taste
like it was some great delicacy.

'Never knew
revenge could taste so sweet,' she said. Andrew took Stephanie's
leash again and led her to the foot of the bed. The bed had short
corner-posts projecting about a foot above the mattress, into each
of which was set a solid brass ring. Andrew pushed Stephanie into a
kneeling position facing the bed, and threaded the chain leash
through the ring, tying it so tightly Stephanie's cheek was forced
against the wooden post and she was unable to turn her head.