Hinterlands (3 page)

“I…I
was there, but I left.
 
I couldn’t
take it.” Amelia stammered looking at the floor.

“So
they introduced you to the family the first night did they?
 
I thought as much.
 
Mr. Stephen is likely trying to get in
good with the Duchessa no doubt.
 
Listen girl…” Enza hissed this, suddenly very forceful.
 
“You come with me now-you understand?
 
This will be the only way to save your
situation here. No questions.”
 
At
this she turned up a nearby stairwell gesturing for Amelia to follow her.

Amelia
dutifully obeyed.

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They
followed the stone staircase as it spiraled upwards, Enza leading silently and
occasionally glaring at Amelia over her shoulder. Amelia found herself hating
this controlling girl, a girl her own age that seemed to possess so much power,
yet was also so beautiful and alluring, a strange paradox. It wouldn’t have
surprised Amelia in the least to hear that Enza had once been the head of a
household, or something quite similar, and it was strange that she hadn’t
joined the others during the terrible dinner service. As they climbed she found
herself occasionally glancing at Enza’s toned legs ahead of her. The stockings
drew a sharp border where the cream colored flesh began, and she wondered if
Enza was still naked beneath the dress.
 
She continued to watch Enza’s nimble form as she trailed behind,
recalling the girl’s skin and its alluring scent, only to force herself to once
again look at the stone steps in front of her. She was overwhelmed with the
notion that she should never have come to Hinterlands, and she was confused at
this attraction, where there shouldn’t be one.
 
Her nervousness was growing.
 
She tried to think of other things but
her thoughts kept returning to Enza.
 

As
they reached the upper landing it was apparent they were on the topmost floor
of the house, perhaps even into one of the many turrets that she had glimpsed
on her initial approach.
 
Enza
opened a large wooden door, filling the stairwell with golden light and
splitting the silence with a terrible creak.
 

“Come
little flower.
 
Do as I say!
 
You hear me?” She gestured for Amelia to
follow her into the lighted doorway.

“Enza
what is this?” Amelia started.

“Shhh!”
Enza directed her into a very large bed chamber filled with heavy wooden
furniture. The ceiling towered 12 or 14 feet over head and was gabled with
massive timbers that had been hewn from even larger trees. The wood was
intensely dark-colored and imposing even in the dim light.
 
The cool stone floor was covered in many
varied rugs, woven in hypnotic patterns foreign to the eyes of an 18 year old
girl.
 
An intricately carved writing
desk sat mutely against one wall beneath a broad panel of windows.
 
The centerpiece of course was an
oversized bed, with four towering posts standing sentinel around a thick and
abounding red flannel top-blanket.
 
Amelia’s breath caught in her throat when she saw it and she was
overcome with a sudden feeling of excitement.
 
She tried to hide this emotion from her
face, but was certain that Enza had noticed.
 

Enza
took Amelia by both wrists and pulled her through a heavy velvet curtain that
hung on one side of the room. Although it didn’t initially look it, the curtain
separated the larger room from a small antechamber or closet of sorts.
 
Only this was like no closet Amelia had
ever seen. The chamber was a dark dressing room, filled with long rolls of
exquisite fabric, as well as many types of clothing of which she was
unfamiliar.
 
There were shimmering
bodices of gold lace, and thick leather breeches without a covering for one’s
front or backside. There was what looked like armor for women, chainmail with
holes where someone’s breasts would be.
 
Beyond this, there were many lashings, whips and restraints hanging
about the walls.
 
There was even a
stone phallus sitting on a pedestal near the back, perfectly polished, long and
smooth.

           
“What
is this place?” Amelia said more to herself than to Enza specifically.

           
“Listen
to me girl!” Enza grabbed her chin and turned her face to look directly into
her eyes.
 
There was something so
passionate there that Amelia felt her tears begin to gather instantly.
 
Enza was peering into her soul it
seemed, and she felt powerless and weak in her knees. “If you want to keep your
position in this house, you will stay here and keep hidden…and you will
watch.
 
Do you understand?”

           
“Yeees”
Amelia whispered.

           
“Good.”
 
With this Enza pressed her soft lips
forcefully against Amelia’s kissing her deeply.
 
Amelia struggled in confusion, grasping
the ribbons on the back of Enza’s dress and trying to push away. The Latin girl
took the opportunity to part Amelia’s mouth with her tongue, sliding it suddenly
inside and then probing it gently and rhythmically. Amelia felt her resolve
weaken and something falling away deep inside of her. She had given, and she
realized she was kissing back, sucking Enza’s tongue and emitting soft sighs of
relief. The girl’s lips were so soft and succulent, her tongue so
delectable.
 
Her mouth was a
luxurious and saturating feast.
THIS
was what she wanted, this was what she
needed
.
Her heart thundered loudly in her ears drowning out all other sounds, and her
face was filled with fire, as she felt the girl’s slender fingers in her hair,
beckoning her to surrender, to lose herself to this hunger, this pleasure, from
which there didn’t seem to be any escape.

           
Then as quickly as it had started, it was done.
 
Enza had stopped kissing Amelia and
turned away, leaving her panting and flushed.
 
She looked back at Amelia, her
delectable mouth still wet from saliva.
 
“Close the curtain girl, and be quiet!”

           
As
if in a trance now, Amelia did precisely as she was told.
 
She closed the curtain and stood
patiently.
 
She was thoroughly
confused but didn’t know what else to do at this point. She could still taste
Enza on her lips.
 
She stood there
alone with her own thoughts.

           
She
didn’t have to wait long.

           
She
heard a large door swing open out in the bedroom and then heard it close again
with a boom.
 
The sound was so loud
it reverberated into her bones.
 
She
peeked through the slightly parted curtain to see the most handsome man she had
ever beheld standing before Enza.
 
Fresh from being outdoors, his large, muscular frame filled the
high-collared great coat he was wearing, a coat still wet from the rain. His
dark hair lay tangled upon his head, and little streams of water ran in
rivulets down his face.
 
His black
boots were covered in mud.
 
He
emanated power of a kind Amelia had never known and she stood transfixed and
fearful to be hiding in his room.

           
“Good
evening Master” Enza said in a tone that was submissive and unfamiliar. Amelia
watched as Enza followed this with a perfect curtsey.
 

Without
speaking a word, the man pulled his coat off and let it fall to the floor.
 
Enza quickly scrambled to pick it
up.
 
He strode over to the bar and
filled his glass with madeira, the liquid glistening amber-like through the
crystal.
 
He downed it in a single
gulp and sat upon the bed.

“Come.”
 
He gestured to Enza with a single word,
and she sprang to action, hurrying to kneel before him, pulling first one, then
the other boot from his feet.
 
After
removing each boot, Amelia noticed Enza run her hands gently over his thighs,
as if to massage them.
 
She was
looking at his face and he at hers.
 
There seemed to be an unspoken conversation between them. After a few
moments she timidly began to run her hands over a suddenly growing bulge
between his legs.
 
Amelia watched in
amazement as the bulge grew and lengthened with her caresses.
 
She stood fascinated and shocked as Enza
concentrated her attention upon this bulge, rubbing and caressing it with her
small hands, coaxing it into existence. It continued to grow beneath her hands
until it lay huge and suppressed within his breeches. Then Enza leaned forward
and seemed to bite the bulge through the thin fabric, an exceedingly lewd act
that caused Amelia to gasp. The man too groaned slightly-
such attractive sound
!
 
Amelia couldn’t believe she was even
watching this but she absolutely couldn’t take her eyes off the spectacle.
Worst of all she could feel her own silky wetness growing once again inside her
pantaloons and she clenched her thighs together with a shiver.
What a terrible girl this Enza was, taking
advantage of the lord in such a way!
 
Look at the way she bites upon it, she
will surely hurt him-she thought to herself jealously.
 
He
was so becoming, with his brooding eyes, and dark curls that fell upon his
face.
 
She will hurt him for certain.

Enza
didn’t hurt him though.
 

She
began to unfasten the four buttons that kept Lord Dunmoor's breeches closed,
one by one.
 
Amelia’s eyes grew
large as the Lords massive penis sprang forth in its full glory. It was a thing
of perfection, long, hard and impossibly thick. It sat upon a base of dark
hair, and was so stately that it must have been born in the very forge of
primordial creation. Both she and Enza sighed in unison as it cast its shadow
in the firelight.
 

Enza’s
hand grasped it the way one might grasp a butter-churn, and she began to shower
it with little kisses, starting at the top and making her way down.
 
She was methodic, almost worshipful
about it, darting her tongue out here and there to cover the head in little
licks. Amelia shuddered with envy, and she felt a physical desire unlike
anything she had ever experienced in that moment.
 
Clenching the curtain in her fist, she
bit down on her finger to stem this emotion.
 
She watched as Enza then placed her
mouth over the head of the Master’s penis and engulfed the shaft completely,
sucking hard.
 
He moaned and thrust
his hips upward slightly.
 
How
powerful it must feel to get him to react like that-Amelia thought.
 
Enza slid her hand back and forth along
its length, suckling the end as she did so, and the master responded in turn,
moaning and grasping her wild black hair in his strong hands.
 
It was scarcely possible yet his penis
was actually growing larger and Enza struggled to lick her tongue up and down
the shaft!
 

Suddenly
he had Enza standing before him and he was peeling the blue dress from her
body, jerking it violently down off her shoulders, even tearing the fabric to
quickly expose her nakedness.
 
She
stepped out of it as it gathered around her feet and he placed both hands upon
her hips seemingly to gaze at her voluptuousness. Amelia thought she could see
a ravenous light in his dark eyes. Enza turned to glance in Amelia’s direction,
and they made eye contact just as he bit down hungrily on one of her perfect
breasts, nibbling the smooth flesh and twisting the other nipple with his hand.
She gasped, smiled perversely and moaned, keeping eye contact with Amelia the
entire time. She obviously was enjoying the girl’s helplessness, with the
knowledge that Amelia must also be terribly aroused.
 
Amelia hated her but couldn’t take her
eyes off her. She wished those were
her
breasts that were being sucked and kneaded, wished the master was then grasping
her
buttocks as he did Enza’s, his
calloused fingers parting the cheeks and squeezing hard.
 
She ached in her deepest places and felt
her own wetness running down her leg. This was sheer torment.

The
master pulled Enza onto the bed the way one might arrange a doll, and she
submitted willfully, and with a practiced compliance.
 
She obviously knew the Master’s
preferences, posing provocatively on all fours.
 
Enza now faced the curtains directly and
she stared defiantly and wickedly into Amelia’s eyes. She tilted her perfectly
rounded backside into the air invitingly and Lord Dunmoor wasted no time
positioning himself behind her.
 
He
slapped the cheeks repeatedly with his strong hands, rubbing and squeezing each
one. Enza flung her hair primitively from side to side as he did so.
 
He then grasped the dark hair of her
head in his hand and began sliding his member slowly and thickly into his
favorite servant causing Enza to gasp.
 
Oh my goodness. How?
 
How is this happening
? Amelia
thought to herself.
 
She found
herself experiencing the act in her own mind, instinctively sliding her hand
into her pantaloons to feel the wetness that had gathered there, each touch of
her fingers bringing jolts of pleasure through her aching sex.
  
The Master had begun thrusting
into Enza’s body, his face a mask of determination, each movement evincing
wordless cries of pleasure from the girl. Sweat glistened upon her forehead,
and her tanned breasts bounced back and forth with his ministrations. Enza
herself was actually thrusting back into the master, countering his movements
aggressively with her hips.
 
Amelia
was angry at this display; so angry and jealous. Though despite this anger, or
perhaps even
because
of it, she too rubbed her fingers in rhythm behind
the curtain, panting with desire and craving anything to sooth the throbbing
between her legs.