Stephanie's Castle (25 page)

'Yes,' he
mumbled.

'They didn't
hear you, Devlin.'

'Yes.'

'Yes, what?'
she insisted.

'I won't take
any action against them later.'

Stephanie had
not taken her eyes off Devlin during this exchange. A tear of fluid
had formed on his cock, an obvious indication of his excitement.
She doubted anyone had given him this treatment before, or that he
had ever imagined it was something that would turn him on. But
clearly it did. His erection, always huge, now seemed massive. His
gnarled and rutted cock, each blood vessel and vein swollen and
prominent seemed to be alive, twitching and throbbing, eager, no
doubt, to be touched and held.

Stephanie
handed the whip to one of the male slaves first.

'Touch your
forehead to the floor, Devlin. And keep it there.'

He obeyed
instantly, even, Stephanie thought, willingly, thrusting his arse
into the air. Stephanie nodded for the slave to begin and he lashed
the crop across Devlin's prone arse. Devlin moaned but the stroke
was not hard.

'You'd better
do it again or I'll use the whip on you,' Stephanie told him.

The slave
stood back, raised his arm in the air and this time lashed the crop
on to Devlin's body missing the middle of his arse but hitting the
upper region where it joined his back. Devlin screamed. A thin red
weal appeared immediately on his white skin.

'That's much
better.'

Stephanie
handed the whip on. Two more slaves laid blows on their master but
with no particular enthusiasm. It was when she handed the whip to
Norman, the slave who had oiled her on the terrace, that she saw a
sign of real pleasure. He obviously remembered a humiliation at
Devlin's hands that he was only too happy to redress. He raised the
whip high and measured his stroke first, like a golfer practising
his drive, before he let the whip fly, whistling through the air to
land high on Devlin's rump. The pain made Devlin scream and for a
second, though only a second, he rocked back on his haunches, head
up, as though not prepared to take any more.

'Get your head
down. I think such enterprise deserves a reward. You get a second
go, Norman.'

Devlin
hesitated before resting his head back on the cold stone floor. He
touched his forehead to the stone again. If anything, Norman's
second attempt was harder, the crop searing into Devlin's flesh,
creating a straight line of pain. But it was a pain that Stephanie
knew was feeding Devlin's pleasure.

Each slave
stepped forward in turn, their ankle chains clanging against the
floor. The Rubenesque woman hit him hard too, putting her weight
behind the stroke, her body trembling with the effort. Another of
the women slaves delivered a massive blow, perhaps the hardest of
them all, and Stephanie had thought she heard the woman murmur 'you
bastard' as the crop came down. But though Devlin screamed he did
not raise his head again. Ten strokes in all, not counting the
first slave's weak attempt. Ten red-hot weals crisscrossed over
Devlin's once white arse. Stephanie thought she could feel the heat
it was producing. What Devlin would have given to be able to soothe
it with his, or somebody else's, cool hands.

'What do you
say, Devlin?' Stephanie prodded him with her foot.

'What do you
want me to say?' he replied, puzzled. She swung the crop, which she
had taken from the last slave, and hit his arm held behind his back
by the cuffs.

'Don't be
insolent. You say thank you.'

'Thank you,'
he said quickly to avoid another blow.

'Now you are
going to crawl over and lick my boots, Devlin. Lick every inch of
my boots for what you did to me.'

Stephanie
handed the crop to Venetia. The bed in the cell was by the door.
Stephanie sat on it and crossed her legs.

'Come on
then.'

Devlin inched
his way forward on his knees. It was difficult shuffling along
without the use of his hands and the stone scratched his knees,
which were bearing all his weight. As Stephanie watched him she was
suddenly aware of the level of her own excitement. Her nipples,
barely contained in the half-cup bra of the basque, were rigid and
tight. Her cunt was so wet that her juices would be only too
obvious behind the thin strap of the G-string.

'Faster,
Devlin.' She nodded to Venetia, who let the crop fall on Devlin's
already tortured buttocks. Devlin wriggled forward trying to obey,
his cock constantly banging against his navel.

It was not only the sight of his massive cock that was
exciting Stephanie. It was not only the knowledge that she could
have him fuck her, suck her, wank her or do anything else she
desired that was sending her pulse racing. That was part of it, of
course. Here in this room there was every imaginable sexual
opportunity. She could have herself serviced in ways she had not
imagined - and she had a very fertile imagination. She was in
control, she was calling the shots, she was in charge. She could
make Devlin do whatever
she
wanted him to do. The power made every part of her
body hum like an electric dynamo.

Devlin reached
the bed. He moved to lick the left boot as it dangled in the air,
but as his tongue projected from his mouth Stephanie recrossed her
legs. He moved to the side to reach the right foot scraping his
knees again. Again Stephanie recrossed her legs putting the left
foot back in its original position, dangling in midair. Devlin
moved back and this time Stephanie allowed his tongue to make
contact with the leather.

'No, Devlin.
Lick the soles.' She made no effort to present the soles to his
mouth. Venetia used the crop to reinforce the message. He twisted
round to get his mouth turned upward on to the sole of Stephanie's
boot.

He licked the
dry leather sole over and over again. Though Stephanie could feel
no physical contact through the leather, the pace of her arousal
had quickened appreciably as she watched Devlin strain to keep his
mouth in position. She had never seen his erection so hard.

Stephanie
recrossed her legs and presented her right boot for treatment.
Devlin resumed his work immediately, Venetia standing over him,
waiting to punish any slackening with the whip. The whole of his
buttocks were red now, the whip marks beginning to turn scarlet. He
was moving his arse from side to side, perhaps trying to get some
comfort from the cooling effect of the air. It clearly wasn't
helping much.

The slaves
were all watching intently, knowing now that this was not a game
and especially not a game of Devlin's devising. One of the women
slaves had her hand between her legs and was stroking herself,
unconscious, probably, of what she was doing. None of the male
slaves with their tight leather pouches had any such relief
available to them.

Devlin
continued to lick. When Stephanie ordered him to lick the little
steel heel of the boot he did so. When she ordered him to take the
whole heel into his mouth and suck it he did so. When she relented
slightly and allowed him to lick the softer leather of the upper
boot he did so again, now able to see the length and curves of
Stephanie's crossed legs. He would be able to see her crotch
clearly, bisected by the strap of the G-string, the pubic hair
matted and wet.

Stephanie
moved her boot from Devlin's mouth on to his shoulder and pushed.
He went sprawling on to the floor.

'That's
enough.'

She lay back
on the bed and pulled the G-string down her legs and off. She
unzipped the boots and threw them on the floor.

'You are not
allowed to come, Devlin. Is that understood?'

'Yes,' he said
uncertainly.

'Good. Now
lick my cunt.'

As he
scrambled to his feet his erection jutted from his body.

She opened her
legs and imagined she felt a rush of juices escaping from her open
labia, where before they had been pressed together. As Devlin
struggled to position himself between her legs Stephanie dipped a
finger into her cunt. It was soaking wet. She used the same hand to
pull Devlin's head down on to her cunt and hold it there. Kneeling
as he was, his hands cuffed in the small of his back, it was
difficult for him to get his mouth into the right position but with
a few adjustments he managed it. His tongue felt good, thick and
rough against her clitoris. The first contact was enough, in her
state of arousal, to make her gasp with pleasure. But that was only
the beginning. As she thrust her hips up off the bed to give Devlin
better access to her sex she nodded at Venetia who immediately
brought the crop down on Devlin's exposed rump. His scream was
gagged by Stephanie's cunt but she felt it, felt the hot air
explode from his mouth. Venetia hit again, and again the scream was
felt but not heard. None of Venetia's strokes were faint: this was
her revenge and Stephanie could see in her eyes she was going to
enjoy every minute of it.

Stephanie had
never felt a hotter mouth and tongue on her cunt. It was as though
he was breathing fire. His saliva mixed with her copious juices.
The third lash made her come as another scream was muffled by her
cunt. She came over his face, feeling as if she was spraying his
face with her juices. Devlin could hear Venetia preparing for a
fourth blow.

'Please, no
more. I can't take it,' he begged, pulling his mouth away from
Stephanie's cunt far enough to get the words out.

'I like to
hear you beg,' Stephanie said, the aftermath of her orgasm still
rolling through her body. 'Let them all hear.'

'Please, no
more. Please!' Devlin cried.

'Again.'

'Please,
please, please,' he begged.

She pushed his
mouth back down on to her cunt. She could feel herself coming
again. Hearing him beg was making her come. She wanted that hot
rough tongue on her clitoris. But she wanted those huge fingers
inside her too and that massive cock. She wanted to feel everything
now, to see and feel everything, to take herself, even by the
standards of this weekend, to heights she had never been to before.
Her second orgasm was sharp, almost painful, as these thoughts and
Devlin's tongue brought her off.

'Uncuff him,'
she ordered. Venetia found the key and quickly released his hands.
'Now wank me Devlin.'

There was no
time to massage his sore wrists. He rolled on to his side, avoiding
any pressure on his whipped and smarting arse, and pushed his
finger deep into Stephanie's wet cunt, grateful at least that his
shoulders were no longer restrained by the cuffs. He could see
Venetia pulling her tiny red knickers down her long stockinged legs
and stepping out of them. She too was already wet, her sparse pubic
hair revealing glistening labia.

Stephanie was
moaning as he used his finger as a penis, driving it in and out of
her. Venetia positioned herself over Stephanie's mouth, slowly
lowering her cunt on to it. Devlin increased the speed of his
penetrations. He could see Stephanie's tongue darting between
Venetia's labia, thrusting on to her clitoris. Out of the corner of
his eye he caught another movement as the male slaves edged
forward. At first he thought it was to get a better view but then
he realised Bruno's keys lay on the floor by the bed. The keys to
all the leather pouches were in that bunch.

Venetia came
quickly, glad, after last night, to feel a woman again, especially
this woman. Stephanie probed Venetia's cunt using her tongue to
wank her clitoris from side to side, then pushing it deep between
her labia, to literally lap up the juices that were running down
into her mouth.

Stephanie
wanted only one thing. She wanted Devlin's cock. She pulled herself
out from between Venetia's legs. As she came up for air she saw
Norman had Bruno's key ring in his hand and was unlocking one of
the slave's genital pouches. For half a second she thought of
ordering them to stop but she was too concerned with her own
pleasure to be bothered. She hadn't time for anything else.

She turned on
her stomach and raised herself on her knees, thrusting her bum into
the air.

'Fuck me
Devlin.'

He fell on her
like a lion. The huge cock sunk deep into her wet cunt, deeper than
it had ever been before, because Stephanie had never been so open,
so voracious. However often she experienced the first thrust of his
cock she knew she would never get used to it. It filled her body
and filled her mind. It dominated her. It took her over. She had to
struggle with herself to get back into control. As always the first
thrust brought her to orgasm. As the orgasm receded she fought with
herself to regain her dominance.

On his fourth
stroke into her she came again, but this time she was in control.
She allowed herself to come. She allowed herself to start the
process of continual orgasm that she had experienced before with
Devlin. Wriggling herself back on his cock she felt every inch of
it and tried to get it deeper into her. But it was impossible. She
contracted her cunt on his cock, squeezing it as hard as she could,
then she relaxed, opening herself again like a flower blossoming in
time-lapse photography.

Venetia lay on
the bed next to her. Stephanie turned her head to kiss her.
Stephanie's mouth tasted of Venetia's juices. Their tongues circled
each other, Venetia licking up her own taste from Stephanie's
mouth. Venetia found one of Stephanie's nipples and pinched it hard
between thumb and forefinger, letting the nail of her thumb bite
into the soft corrugated flesh, and producing a moan from
Stephanie. But it was enough to send another shuddering climax
through Stephanie's body. Venetia could feel it on her tongue,
Devlin on his cock, the reverberations like an echo in a mountain
pass.

Breaking the
kiss Venetia continued to work on Stephanie's nipple, pulling the
bra of the basque completely clear of both her breasts. She sent
her other hand down between her own legs. Her clitoris was swollen
and hot, wanting attention, feeling neglected. She wanked it
aggressively, hard and fast as if she were strumming a guitar, and
brought herself off immediately as she watched Devlin's cock
plunging into Stephanie's cunt.