Stephanie's Castle (18 page)

His hand
started to move faster down his shaft. Stephanie could see a little
tear of moisture develop as it worked on the hard inflamed flesh.
She tried to buck him off her, she tried to plead with him with her
eyes. She felt as though her cunt was so wet her juices were
running out of her and down between her buttocks. She swore she had
never wanted a man more and this bastard was going to make her
watch him wank.

But Gianni had
other ideas.

'Take her gag
out,' he said to Venetia. Bruno released her immediately and she
came to stand behind Stephanie's head, unstrapping the leather gag
and pulling it clear of her mouth. Before Stephanie could utter a
word Gianni had leant forward and pushed his cock between her lips.
His penis felt hot in her mouth. Gianni grabbed Venetia's hand and
pulled her towards him.

'You're going
to help me,' he said.

He moved to
kiss her on the mouth but she turned her head away. He made a grab
for one of her large breasts through the clinging Lycra but she
caught his hand before it reached its target.

'Not me,'
Venetia said angrily, shaking free from his grasp.

His anger
returned. He pulled out of Stephanie's mouth. He glared at Devlin,
his eyes full of reproach. For a moment he rested on his haunches
looking down at Stephanie's face. It was as though he was deciding
what to do, punish Venetia or fuck Stephanie. Then he made his
decision. He eased himself down Stephanie's body until he was
positioned with his cock so close to her labia she could feel its
heat. He did nothing then, looking straight into her eyes.

'You
want?'

'Yes, oh yes.'
Her voice sounded strange to her, at least an octave lower than
normal.

'You want?' he
repeated.

'Yes,' she
screamed. 'Yes, yes, yes!'

He plunged his
cock forward, ramming it into her body. Stephanie almost came on
his first stroke as she felt what she had craved for so long slide
up her soaking wet cunt, right up till she could feel his balls
knocking against her arse. He pulled back and bucked forward again
and again and again. Each stroke seemed to be harder and stronger,
pushing farther and farther into her, laying her open, splitting
her. There was nothing she could do to stop herself from toppling
into orgasm, feeling sensations from her clitoris and nipples that
were familiar, and new sensations from the red weals he had
inflicted on her body throbbing with the same intensity as her
cunt, reflecting and amplifying her pleasure. She could hear
herself screaming 'yes, yes, yes,' she could hear herself moaning.
He was coming too. She could feel his penis swell inside her, feel
her cunt squeezing on it involuntarily as his spunk jetted into
her. She could not tell whether this had brought her off again or
whether his spunking at that moment had merely intensified the
orgasm she was already having. It didn't matter. Only the feeling
mattered.

As she felt
his body relax, all the thrusting gone, her natural instinct was to
wrap her arms around his back. But in the heat of her passion she
had forgotten her bonds. The sudden jolt of restraint as she tried
to move sent another shudder of pleasure through her body, like an
aftershock of an earthquake. Deliberately she flexed her ankles
against the cuffs, trying to close her legs, wanting the feeling of
restraint to provoke another wave of emotion. It made her feel
helpless, open, available. It made her feel she had been used. It
brought back memories of the intense excitement she had felt the
first time she had experienced bondage. It made her feel
unbelievably wanton, her open cunt the centre of her being. And
despite what had just happened it made her feel incredibly turned
on. She wanted more.

Gianni did not
wait for his cock to shrink. He pulled out of Stephanie and stood
up, his cock glistening with her juices and, no doubt, some of his
own. As her view was no longer obstructed by Gianni's body
Stephanie could see Devlin again, standing by her feet. He had
stripped off his tie and the jacket of his suit, and undone the top
button of his shirt. He was looking at her, staring at the long
slit of her sex, her pubic hair matted and wet, a dribble of
Gianni's spunk already running out of her. She recognised the look
in his eyes; she had seen it before during this weekend. It was a
look of unabated lust. Quite deliberately she pushed her cunt up
off the frame towards him, as much as the bonds would allow,
taunting him with it.

He came up to
her and touched the side of her cheek with his hand.

'I'm sorry,'
he whispered, not wanting Gianni to hear. 'It was the only way. I
had to do it.'

She looked
into his eyes but said nothing. She was furious with him rationally
and in due course she would make him pay for what he had done to
her. But, at the moment, it was other feelings, the feelings in
every nerve in her body, that dominated her consciousness. Her
sexuality was too strong, too aroused to stop for rational analysis
now. That would come later, much later.

Gianni had
slipped into one of the ubiquitous towelling robes provided by
Bruno. He pointed at Venetia. Devlin knew what was coming next.

'I want her
punished, Devlin. You see what she did?'

'Yes.' Devlin
sighed. He'd hoped Gianni would be satisfied and go. He turned to
Venetia. 'That was a very silly thing to do. You shouldn't have
interfered,' he said quietly.

'I want to see
her punished.'

'Couldn't
we...?'

'No. She's one
of your whores, isn't she?'

'He was going
to whip her cunt, Devlin,' Venetia spat the words out. 'You can't
do that to a woman. Not with that whip.'

'I thought we
had, what you say, a deal?' Gianni said.

'She was
trying to help me, Devlin,' Stephanie added.

'Don't
interfere. You don't understand. Venetia's a slave like all the
others, a thief. I have to punish her.' He whispered this into
Stephanie's ear while he stroked her cheek tenderly.

'Untie me,
Devlin,' Stephanie said forcefully.

'Not if you're
going to interfere.'

'I won't,' she
said and meant it.

Devlin nodded
to Bruno who quickly unbuckled the straps at Stephanie's wrists and
ankles. She sat up on the frame massaging the circulation back into
her limbs.

'I thought we
had an agreement, Venetia,' Devlin was saying. 'I thought we had an
understanding. Haven't I always kept my part of the bargain?
Haven't I? I've never asked you to do anything you haven't wanted
to do, have I?'

'No,
but...'

'I've always
respected your preferences, haven't I?'

'Yes,' Venetia
said quietly.

'And then when
it's most important, the most important, you let me down.' Devlin
sat down on the wooden frame next to Stephanie. 'You see, my dear,
Venetia likes only women. When she first came here she begged me
not to make her have men. And since she begged so prettily and I am
naturally a soft understanding person and had quite a few women
associates with the same preferences, I saw no reason not to
accommodate her. A bargain I have always kept until now.'

Bruno grabbed
Venetia from behind, his arms circling her waist and enclosing
hers. Venetia made no attempt to struggle. He clipped one cuff of a
pair of handcuffs on to her left wrist, then twisted the right
behind her back to be manacled together. He had clipped them tight,
and the cold metal was biting into her flesh.

'Don't hurt
her, Devlin,' Stephanie whispered.

'I have to,'
Devlin replied.

A strange
sensation swept over Stephanie as he said it. Suddenly she knew she
wanted to see what was going to happen to Venetia. She wanted it
because she knew it would turn her on, knew it would feed the fire
of sexuality that burnt in her body. She was so turned on, so hot,
she thought almost anything would serve to increase her heat and
pleasure. Her mind was full of images and feelings. She thought of
herself spreadeagled under Gianni, his cock poised above her as he
teased her, making her beg to be taken, and could not suppress a
shudder of pleasure.

'What are you
going to do?' she asked, trying to keep the excitement out of her
voice. Devlin had given Bruno his instructions.

'You know,
don't you, Venetia?'

'Don't.
Please,' Venetia said, knowing he would not be swayed.

'This I like
to see,' Gianni said from where he sat in a high-backed chair
usually used for bondage, sipping a brandy provided by Bruno.

Stephanie
could see the edge of excitement in his eyes. Whatever Devlin
wanted from him she was sure, after tonight, and promises of other
nights, it would be delivered. He had the air of a man who was
discovering pleasures he had never dreamt of, pleasures he intended
to repeat. The castle was the bait. However the fish was hooked,
however it squirmed on the line, as Gianni had done, once it had
taken the bait it would never escape. It would want more and more
of what only Devlin and the castle could provide. Gianni was
ensnared now, there was no question of that.

And in a
different way Devlin and the castle had ensnared Stephanie too.
There was no doubt as to what she was feeling now. Her body
quivering with excitement, stretched taut with sexual tension as
surely as if she had still been tied to the frame. Despite the fact
Venetia was going to be punished for trying to help her, Stephanie
wanted to see what was going to happen next, wanted to be part of
it. Perhaps she would have felt differently had Devlin not told her
Venetia was, in fact, a slave. Perhaps.

'Please,
Devlin...'

But Devlin
nodded to Bruno who immediately left the room to follow Devlin's
whispered instructions. Venetia stood tall in the black catsuit,
her hands manacled behind her back, her full breasts thrust out.
For a moment there was silence, the room still. A sense of
expectancy hung heavily in the air.

The price of
Gianni's cooperation was high. He had demanded Stephanie, a woman
who had given Devlin unprecedented sexual spontaneity. After the
failed attempt to distract him with Colette, Gianni had been so
angry that he had threatened to leave the island, taking the
unsigned contract and Devlin's future with him. Fortunately, his
infatuation with Stephanie was so complete, despite its suddenness,
that when Devlin suggested an alternative means of achieving his
ends he had suspended his usual need for conquest and had been
tempted down to the cellars. And now Venetia, the only woman he had
caught whom he had ever really cared for and come to trust, had to
be sacrificed as well. He did not blame her for trying to protect
Stephanie. He knew Stephanie had a way of provoking an unusually
strong sexual response and in London, Venetia had told him, this is
precisely what she had experienced. Her experience with Stephanie
had affected her deeply; she had never had such feelings with a
woman. But what Gianni wanted, Gianni got. There was no other way
of dealing with the situation until the contract was signed. Then,
and only then, the deal would be done. He would never allow himself
to get into this financial position again. He had too much to risk.
He had been taught a lesson he intended never to forget.

The heavy
wooden door swung open and Bruno entered, leading the masked man
into the room rather as he would a dog, by a chain attached to a
studded leather collar around the slave's neck. He was no longer
wearing the bright carnival mask Stephanie had seen this morning
and on the plane; Bruno had replaced it with a hood made of tight
black elasticated material which covered the whole head apart from
the eyes. There was no opening for his mouth and, presumably, as he
had been on the plane, he was effectively gagged. Whoever the man
was his desire to remain anonymous was being well respected - Bruno
was certainly in no position to spill the beans. And no one here
would recognise him in this hood. On his left ankle he still wore
the metal cuff that had been used to chain him to the floor of the
cell. As with all the male slaves, he wore a hard leather pouch
chained over his genitals.

Bruno
unclipped the chain from the leather collar. The eyes staring out
from the black mask were fixed on the near-naked Stephanie. They
were more in evidence than they had been behind the carnival mask
on the plane. They were the very grey blue eyes, she thought, of a
man older than his body would suggest. He stood upright, his body
firm and muscled. Obviously this was a man who looked after himself
and exercised regularly. Stephanie noticed that the black pubic
hair escaping from under the leather pouch was dotted with grey
hairs. It ran up to his navel in ragged clumps before it petered
out. His chest was hairy too but again only in clumps, it was not
like the carpet of hair Devlin had. This hair too was beginning to
grey.

'Can we get on
with it?' Gianni said irritably. He leant forward in his chair.

'Bruno,'
Devlin said, indicating Venetia.

Bruno stepped
forward and caught Venetia by the upper arm. His other hand ran
down the front of the shiny Lycra catsuit and grabbed the material
that covered her crotch. He held her by this, released her arm and
fumbled in his black tunic with his free hand, coming out with a
wicked-looking hunting knife. Venetia immediately started to
struggle, trying to free herself from Bruno's grip.

'Devlin,'
Stephanie said quietly, clutching Devlin's arm in panic.

'Don't worry,'
he said. 'He's not going to hurt you, Venetia. Keep still.'

Venetia obeyed
but kept her eyes on the knife.

Bruno pulled
on the material, pulling it as far away from her body as the
tightness of the Lycra would allow. Then he simply sliced around
the cloth he had gathered in his hand with the razor-sharp blade of
the knife. The Lycra sprung back into place, leaving Bruno with the
handful he had sawn away, and Venetia's body exposed from the top
of her pubic triangle to the cleft of her arse. Using the same
technique Bruno pulled on the material covering each of her large
breasts until each in turn was exposed by ragged holes in the black
Lycra.