The Stallion (18 page)

‘I believe you,’ Sir Reggie said, his smile stretching the dark moustache that curled over his top lip. ‘I know you indulge in other things.’

‘Yes,’ snapped Nadine from the other side of the table. ‘She most certainly will.’

Penny fell to silence, mouth slightly open as familiar feelings grew in the moistness of her sex. She felt hands pulling at the sash that held her trousers. They dropped with a soft hush to her ankles. Her backside was bare, and her triangle of pubic hair peered shyly over the edge of the dining-table.

She tried not to moan, yet all the while her hips swayed in time to the probing of Sir Reggie’s fingers. She shifted slightly and opened her legs a little wider. Where only two fingers had been, he now put his whole hand.

Leg and thigh muscles trembling, Penny rested her own hands flat upon the table in order to facilitate stronger probings. She bent forward slightly. Other eyes were upon her, glittering like hard cut diamonds. But she didn’t care about them looking. As she let forth mews of delight, she lost herself in her own yearnings, in her own dark desires.

Suddenly there were no other people in the room. She was lost in her own delirium as though she were in a trance or taken by a high fever. All the while the exploring fingers of Sir Reggie tangled in her hair and pushed their way through the cleft that divided her firm buttocks.

Briefly, Penny opened her eyes and saw Nadine and Alistair
smiling
at her. She opened her mouth to speak. Alistair spoke first.

‘No need to say anything. Enjoy it. Just as we are enjoying it.’

She did not protest. Somehow she understood what they were saying. Through others’ pleasure, those that watch take pleasure. Even through pain, they too witness an awesome presence of something more that goes beyond both, so that pleasure and pain become one and the same thing.

Wriggling with delight and pleased that those watching were sharing that delight with her, she felt the hand continue and felt the fingers sliding into her more easily as her sex responded to the situation.

On the other side of the table, Nadine leant towards her brother and whispered close to his ear. Penny, her breath audible among murmurs of delight, saw Alistair smile and nod his head. Then she saw Nadine straighten up and look directly at her.

‘Reggie likes what he’s doing. Do you?’ Nadine asked through a cloud of expelled smoke.

Penny nodded. She tried to speak, but could only gasp. Sir Reggie’s fingers were plying their way through her legs, dividing the mossy hair that covered her pudendum; her sex.

‘Yes,’ she replied at last in the hush of her breath. ‘Yes, I do.’

As moans of ecstasy escaped her lips, her eyes met those of Alistair. His mouth was open, his nostrils were flared. Was he thinking, she wondered, of that day when she had been naked beneath a cashmere coat in the middle of the high street? There had only been the two of them on that particular day. Just asking herself that question was enough to bring her aching clitoris from out of its protective hood. As if pouncing on a reclusive creature, Sir Reggie took it between two fingers. As he squeezed it, her knees buckled slightly and deep moans erupted one after the other.

Still resting her palms on the table, she leant a little further forwards and clutched a handful of tablecloth as her fist closed over it. That way she could steady herself so Reggie could invade her more easily. It didn’t matter that there were people watching her ascend towards the delicious waves of orgasm. They were just extensions of her own delight, as much victims of their own decadence as she was.

Nadine came round and placed her hand on Penny’s shoulder. Falling more deeply into the abyss of her own sexuality, Penny knew that the performance had only just started.

‘Your orgasm can wait a while,’ Nadine said sharply. ‘There are other things we wish to see before we let you have that.’

The lips that had covered hers earlier in the day now whispered just a breath away from her ear. ‘Remember our bargain, my sweet pussy-cat. Remember you are due punishment, and punishment can involve pleasure as well as pain. But you know that already. Go along with all that is asked of you, exactly as I told you.’

Nadine’s breath was warm and full of wine and strong smoke. Penny, still swimming upstream towards her climax, turned to look at her. She took in the square jaw and pale face of Nadine and, although she felt little more than a plaything, there was an odd security in that knowledge. For the first time in her life, she felt comfortable where she was, and with those around her.

Reminding Penny of a cat relishing a banquet of live sparrow, Nadine ran her long tongue slowly and sensually over her pale lips. Penny discerned erotic imaginings; schemes and ideas in the brightness of Nadine’s eyes. Her smile was fixed, as though it was permanently painted on her face.

In one swift movement, Nadine ran her hands along Penny’s back and down to her glossy behind. They were cool on Penny’s warm flesh, yet she welcomed them even when
each
firm cheek was cupped and parted. Penny did not need to see what Nadine was doing. She knew – could feel – that her cheeks were open wide, and the dark puckered mouth of her most secret orifice was exposed. It made her gasp, it made her squeal. Nadine had offered a blatant invitation to Sir Reggie. Penny did not doubt that he would accept it.

Penny heard Sir Reggie’s sharp intake of breath; felt his thumb prod excitedly between her cheeks and press fondly at the tightness of her anus.

‘I think you need this, Reggie darling,’ Penny heard Nadine purr.

As one buttock was released, Penny saw that same hand pass in front of her. The long fingers that she had come to know picked up a butter-knife, which Nadine dipped into the silver-edged butter-dish. Then the knife disappeared from Penny’s view.

She wriggled her bottom, intent on experiencing invasion in either of her passages. Her bodice was still around her waist, her trousers were around her ankles. Everything in between was bare. On top of that, she now knew for sure that her exposed anus was about to be smeared in butter then invaded by Sir Reggie’s finger or thumb. She was tonight’s star – or victim. The former, she thought. That’s the way I truly feel. I’m like a performer about to give the show of my life.

The butter was cold against her anus and the butter-knife obviously blunt. She felt it being spread, then the knife was held tight against her nether mouth so a portion of it was pushed inside her.

‘Push it in please Reggie, darling,’ she heard Nadine say.

‘Glad to, my dear . . . very glad to,’ answered Sir Reggie.

Penny closed her eyes and gripped the tablecloth more tightly as Sir Reggie’s finger, ably assisted by the butter, entered her most secret portal. She cried out more with passion than pain.
Nadine
still held her cheeks firmly apart so the butter could be smeared more easily with the fingers of one hand, whilst a finger of the other hand worked its way inside her.

Penny moaned with each small thrust as the finger entered her up to the first joint. As the butter oiled its onward progress, his finger was soon buried up to the knuckle.

‘I’ve got it right in her,’ she heard Sir Reggie say excitedly. But his voice sounded distant to her. Whatever he was doing had transported her to another world. She was lost in her own pleasure, her legs were taut as she tilted her bottom to meet him, her vulva swirling with liquid desire.

Almost as if he were trying to staunch her sexual flow, Sir Reggie immersed his fingers in her pussy. Now she moaned more. This was too much. She was too full, both erogenous holes were plugged by his exploring fingers. Tingles of pleasure spread upwards and outwards from each exploration. She was plugged with desire, stuffed with fingers.

‘See, Reggie,’ she heard Nadine say. ‘See what a lovely bottom she has. Don’t you think it’s the best bottom you have ever seen? See how soft the skin is, how firm the muscles, and just see how sensitive it is.’

Sharp nails scraped over Penny’s skin in much the same way as Penny’s own nails had scraped over Auberon’s.

Penny’s breath caught in her throat and she curled her fingers more tightly in the stiffness of the white linen tablecloth.

‘Beautiful,’ muttered the old man. ‘Simply beautiful. In fact, perfect.’

‘She’s wet. The little mare is very wet, isn’t she, Reggie?’

Penny tensed and moaned obligingly as Nadine’s fingers joined Reggie’s, and dipped into the fountain of fluid that seeped from her secret cavern. She opened her eyes along with her mouth now, and looked across the table. Now her gaze held Alistair’s. What she saw, she liked. Although his face was still
unaltered,
his eyes sparkled with a multitude of different colours as if he were assessing what she was feeling and wondering exactly how far she would go.

Auberon appeared interested, yet somehow jealous.

He wishes it were him, thought Penny. He would like it to be him undergoing this treatment. The more scratching and whipping, the better pleased he would be.

‘She’s near climax,’ drawled Nadine, her fingers mingling with Reggie’s before rubbing excess fluid from Penny’s juicy vulva and up through the cheeks of her bottom and around Reggie’s plunging finger. ‘Does she get that climax now,’ Nadine went on, ‘or do you have something else in mind, brother dear?’

Penny heard what she said and attempted to speak, but was powerless to do so. All her responses, all her actions, were being manipulated by others. They were using her as a puppeteer might pull on strings – and she was dancing to their tune.

She squealed as the talons of Nadine’s graceful hands tangled in her pubic hair, one fingertip running delicious rings around and over her ripening bud.

‘The first lesson, sister,’ answered Alistair, ‘is to go gentle at first. Give her what she desires. If she is as adventurous as she says she is, she will be back for more, back for the lessons yet to come.’

Penny half-opened her eyes; through her dark lashes she saw Alistair smile briefly in Reggie’s direction. Only for a moment did she wonder what the look and the words meant. Her first consideration was her mounting orgasm. It took her over, felt almost as if she were rising to the crest of a giant wave that, having reached its peak, curled over and fell crashing, splattering her jerking thighs with tingling sensations and warm secretions. She cried out. Her limbs trembled and she gasped for air and fell forward on to the table, breasts pressed against the stiff starch of the very white tablecloth.

Faces beamed around her. Sighs of satisfaction filled the air as though they had shared her orgasm, and had dipped their own fingers into the warm pool of fluid that flooded Penny’s open sex.

‘Kneel!’ ordered Nadine, her strong hands pulling her up from the table, her fingers curling in an iron grip over her shoulders. Penny, realising that they had not yet finished with her, did as ordered. Between her legs, the last sweet aches of orgasm were flowing away. She had been absorbed in them, and therefore had not expected that more would be required of her.

Reggie, face glowing with a ruddy anticipation, moved the chair she had been sitting on so she could kneel down where she was.

Alistair came round from the other side of the table and sat in the chair she had been sitting in. Again he would do nothing but watch, she thought. Again he had disappointed her.

He had a brandy balloon in one hand in which about an inch of best Armagnac swirled. He crossed one leg over the other, sipped just once, every inch the gentleman, just waiting for the performance to begin.

Auberon got up, too, and came round. He stood like a sentinel behind Alistair’s chair as though in attendance on him. Both sets of eyes were glued on the kneeling Penny. Nadine stood behind her, Sir Reggie in front.

Nadine’s hands stroked Penny’s hair, neck and shoulders. Directly in front of Penny’s face was the fly of Sir Reggie’s trousers and the swelling mound immediately behind it. She froze yet watched mesmerised as his fumbling hands tugged impatiently at his zip.

Expectantly she swallowed hard and left her mouth completely empty. It needed no explanation to tell her what was intended. And yet she knew that more was expected than to pleasure the
penis
of the tall and well-made military man. The key to that more exquisite scenario was bound to be protest.

‘I don’t . . . ’

‘You will.’ Nadine’s fingers tangled in her hair. The roots strained in her scalp and she cried out as her head was held erect. She closed her mouth tightly. Nadine pulled her hair so her head tilted back slightly.

Unable to move her head, Penny’s eyes rolled sidelong. In a bid to keep her balance and perspective, she rested her hands now on Sir Reggie’s thighs which seemed to be made of iron and were covered in profuse and dark hair.

At first she continued her imitation protest and tried to draw away from the advancing penis. Then she gulped and gasped for air as Nadine pinched her nose. Before her, the white length of Reggie’s cock approached her lips. Entranced by the sight, she freely looked it over, then opened her mouth wider. It was surprisingly upright and wore its mushroom dome like an imperial crown.

She closed her eyes, steeling herself for the feel of it in her mouth, the taste of it upon her tongue. Even as Sir Reggie’s hands took hold of her head and guided her mouth to satisfy his needs, she wriggled in protest. Just as she had judged, his member stiffened and jerked on her lips. It danced in her mouth as her tongue traced imaginary lines over its surface, her teeth gently nibbling from its tip to its base.

With one of Nadine’s hands still tangled in her hair, she gulped more cock into her mouth. It gained firmness and stature as her mouth slid up and down it, her movements controlled by his hands, which remained clamped firmly to her head.

She felt Nadine’s free hand slide over her shoulder, cup her breast, then pinch fondly at a nipple. The other hand left her tangled mane and did the same to the second nipple. Now only Reggie’s hands were tangled in her hair, pushing her head up
and
down his cock just as he pleased. Nadine’s were doing other things.