Stephanie's Castle (20 page)

'Bravo!
Bravo!' Gianni was shouting, Caesar satisfied with the fate of the
gladiators, both thumbs turned up.

The masked man
was led away, Bruno attaching the chain to his leather collar and
taking him out of the room, his cock still half erect and wet.
Stephanie had found the key to the handcuffs and made Venetia roll
on to her side so that she could free her from the steel hoops.
When they were off she helped her massage the deep red marks on her
wrists where the metal had bitten into her flesh as they were
forced to bear the weight of two bodies.

'Go and get
some rest now,' Stephanie said.

'I'll be all
right.' Venetia touched her hand to Stephanie's cheek. 'Thank you,'
she added.

'Go.'
Stephanie insisted. 'We'll talk tomorrow.'

No one
interfered as Venetia got unsteadily to her feet and walked out of
the room.

Stephanie's
concern for her friend was fleeting; her concern for herself was
taking precedence over everything. It was becoming overwhelming.
What she had just done and felt had further cranked up her sexual
arousal. Her whole body seemed to be alive; the red weals from the
whip were throbbing with a sexual pulse that was spreading through
her. It was as though her body had turned into one huge erogenous
zone. Venetia's touch, gentle and soft, was transposed by
Stephanie's fevered body into the most intimate of caresses.

It was not
only her body, Stephanie knew. It was what was going on in her
mind. She was in control again. She had enjoyed the sensation of
submission but in the end it was control that was her turn-on. That
was what she had discovered last night with Devlin and this morning
with the slaves. It was not something she would have expected of
herself but it was something she was perfectly happy to exploit. As
she stood in this strange room surrounded by sexual paraphernalia
of every sort, she knew she was in charge. She had become the
ringmaster, she was in command. And it was this that thrilled her
and gave an extra dimension to her sexual awareness.

She walked
towards Gianni, slowly and deliberately looking steadily into his
eyes, demanding that his gaze did not drift down, as she knew he
wanted it to, to take in the sensuous movement of her stockinged
legs as nylon rasped against nylon and the dark hairy pubic
triangle. She dared him to look down, dared him to disobey her.
Gianni was in her thrall.

Pulling him to
his feet she kissed him hard on the mouth, pushing her tongue
between his lips and allowing him to do the same with her. She ran
her fingers under the towelling robe until she could reach his
back, then she gouged it viciously from top to bottom with her long
fingernails. He winced.

'Delicate
little thing, aren't we?' she mocked. 'You're going to fuck me
again, Gianni. And this time I won't be tied down.' She wanted his
cock inside her. But that was not all she wanted. She turned to
Devlin. 'And so are you.'

She turned on
her heels and walked out of the stone-walled punishment room, her
words still hanging in the air. For a moment her anger at the way
Devlin had treated her, at what he had done and allowed to be done
to her and to Venetia, was pushed to the back of her mind. She
would make him pay for that undoubtedly, but now other priorities
took precedence over revenge.

She walked
down the soft-carpeted corridor of the cellar suite where she had
been this morning and where, presumably, Bruno had carried her,
drugged and unconscious, some hours before. She found her way to
the bathroom, turned on the shower to full power, stripped off her
stockings and suspender belt and stood in the invigorating cascade
of water. She towelled herself dry and wandered into one of the
bedrooms of the suite. The one she chose was decorated in blue
tones, silk pastel blue wall coverings and a dark blue carpet
similar to the one in her bedroom upstairs. She pulled the toning
blue counterpane off the bed and lay on the cool silk sheet
underneath. For a while she did nothing, enjoying the comfort and
softness of the bed after the hardness and discomfort of the wooden
punishment frame. Then she opened her legs, spreading them wide
apart, bending her knees so she could see the smooth curves of the
muscles in her thighs. Her long lithe legs were definitely her best
feature. She looked down at her body, at her breasts, flattened
slightly by gravity, her tight corrugated nipples, her dark pubic
hair newly fluffed up by the towel, and was pleased at what she
saw.

Looking
sheepish, Gianni came in first, his arrogant manner for some reason
evaporated. Now he looked like a junior clerk summoned to the
manager's office for the first time and expecting the worst.

'You're very
lovely,' he said tentatively, unable to take his eyes off
Stephanie's naked body. Her legs were still open and one hand
casually stroked her pubic hair rather as one might stroke a cat.
This cat was anxious to be fed.

'Where's
Devlin?' Stephanie asked sharply. Devlin came into the room and
closed the door behind him. He had changed from shirt and trousers
and was now wearing a white towelling robe identical to the one
Gianni was wearing except that Devlin's was monogrammed on the
pocket with the letter D in gold stitching. Unlike Gianni, Devlin
did not look at all intimidated.

'This is what
you want is it? The two of us?' he said, in a voice that was harsh
and stern.

'Yes,' she
replied trying to judge his mood. She was not going to let him take
the initiative. 'This is exactly what I want. It's time for what I
want, isn't it?'

Devlin was
about to say something but stopped himself.

'She is so
beautiful, yes?' Gianni said.

'She is more
than beautiful. And she knows it,' Devlin commented.

'What are you
waiting for?' Stephanie prompted, the animal she was stroking
between her legs getting increasingly impatient.

Devlin sat on
the bed by Stephanie's foot and bent to kiss her ankle. It was a
gesture of acquiescence. He knew it and so did Stephanie. She would
get her way. The kiss turned to a sort of playful bite, then back
to a kiss again as his mouth moved up along the arch of her foot
and he started to suck her toes.

'Do the other
one then. Don't just stand there,' she barked at Gianni who
immediately did as he was told, starting with the ankle just as
Devlin had done before working along the foot to suck each toe in
turn. Both men could not resist looking up the long legs to where
the lips of Stephanie's cunt nestled in the thick forest of curly
pubic hair. Her hand was still stroking the hair and as they
watched she moved her finger down to her clitoris to stroke that
too.

Gianni
stripped off his robe. Devlin did the same. The pattern was set
now. Devlin moved up her left leg, trailing his lips along her
flesh, sometimes trailing his tongue too, sometimes stopping to
kiss or nibble at a particular place, the middle of her calf, her
knee, a piece of outer thigh. And taking his lead from Devlin,
Gianni followed suit. Whatever Devlin did, he did. Their hands
caressed her too, four hands moulding, smoothing, pawing her long
legs. Stephanie closed her eyes and abandoned herself to the excess
of sensation.

Devlin's mouth
reached the top of the strong curve of her thigh and began to
descend into the valley of her cunt.

'Not yet,'
Stephanie said petulantly, slapping Devlin lightly on the
cheek.

So he began to
move his mouth up her body along her left side as Gianni followed
on the right. They moved from her side to her navel and then back
again, covering every inch of her flesh with their mouths, with
their little kisses, their hot tongues, and their four eager
hands.

Stephanie had
never experienced this before. The sensation was incredible. It was
like being eaten alive. Every nerve of her body being forced to
react sexually, to feel the sexual impulse usually reserved for the
organs of sex. Her cunt was throbbing, the animal between her legs
content for the moment to be petted and wait until it was time to
be fed.

Devlin's mouth
had reached her breast now. He was subtle. He didn't immediately
lunge for her nipple. He used his mouth to go all around her
breasts, the swell of flesh above her nipple, the crease of flesh
to the side and underneath where the weight of the breast lay,
using his tongue to probe into the creases as though they were
little cunts. Gianni did the same, their heads only a foot apart.
Stephanie waited, knowing the thrill she would get when both her
nipples were sucked at the same time.

She was not
disappointed. Devlin's mouth finally centred on the hard dark red
bud of flesh, flicking it with his tongue first, teasing it back
and forth. Gianni was less subtle this time. He sucked the nipple
deep into his mouth clamping it between his teeth immediately,
letting Devlin follow his lead this time, until both men's teeth
were buried in the soft puckered flesh, biting, sucking, pulling at
each nipple while their hands kneaded the breasts, feeding the
flesh into their mouths.

Their hands
were all over her. Fingers, palms, thumbs caressing and nipping and
pawing and exploring every inch of her body, as far as they could
reach without releasing the nipples from their mouths. Often the
hands would bump into each other, both wanting the same piece of
flesh. They wouldn't stop to argue, however. Stephanie had enough
for all four hands. They would hurry on their way to find a new
uncluttered area to explore. Stephanie felt her cunt invaded
tentatively, the hand perhaps expecting a rebuke. When none came
its touch hardened, finding her clitoris, penetrating her
vagina.

Unrestricted
now, the hands roamed free. Stephanie felt her clitoris wanked by
one hand then by another. Her arse was invaded. She thought she
could recognise the touch of Devlin's huge fingers but she was
experiencing such a mélange of feelings she could not even be sure
of that. She could feel their hard cocks poking into her sides as
they moved over her body. Her cunt was running with juices, her
mind a fever of sensation and images.

'Fuck me now,'
she cried, unable to resist the need they had created in her for a
moment longer. In the depth of all these feelings though, she was
still capable of a degree of rational thought. She knew it had to
be Gianni first. If Devlin fucked her first she would never feel
Gianni's cock afterwards. Devlin would open her too much for
that.

'Gianni,' she
said pulling him up by his arm. 'Fuck me. Gianni. I want it!'

He did not
need much encouragement. She looked down to see his cock. It stood
upright thrusting out from his body. He moved down between her
legs. Devlin's mouth was still on her nipple, sucking and biting it
in turn but he knew he had to abandon it now and leave room for
Gianni to do her bidding. Gianni slid between Stephanie's open legs
and used his hand to guide his cock to the entrance of her cunt.
Devlin watched avidly as Gianni held his cock still for a
half-second before plunging it into her waiting cunt. It was so wet
that his stroke carried him all the way up, up to the hilt, his
pubic bone jarring her clitoris. Stephanie almost screamed with
pleasure. Devlin prevented it, however, as his mouth descended on
hers, gagging her with his tongue.

Gianni was
going mad. He was so turned on by this incredible woman, by this
whole situation that he was out of control. He did not have the
ability to use slow regular strokes, to work on her gradually, to
practise his technique. He could only fuck her furiously, plunging
in and out of her, panting for breath, pouring with sweat, fucking
her like an animal, faster and harder than he'd ever done in his
life, nothing between him and his need to come.

Stephanie had
had her first orgasm when the two men had taken her nipples in
their mouths. She had had another when Gianni had first plunged
into her cunt in one uninterrupted stroke. Now his hammering
thrusts were giving her orgasm after orgasm, taking her out of all
control of her body, giving her one continuous shattering
concentration of feeling, each climax, like the waves of a violent
storm at sea, breaking over her with greater and greater intensity.
There was no beginning and no end, only a wave of passion carrying
her higher and deeper into herself. And she wanted more.

'Bugger me,
Gianni. Bugger me. I want it!' Somewhere inside all the passion the
voice of logic still worked for her. She wanted to be buggered,
knew that would give her more feeling. But only Gianni could do
that for her. Devlin would split her in two.

Gianni slipped
out of her cunt panting for breath, his cock glistening with her
juices. She felt the four hands turning her over on to her stomach.
Gianni probed her arse with his finger. It was tight but very wet.
The juices from her cunt had run down between her legs, amply
lubricating the niche of her arse. He positioned himself quickly,
his excitement making him anxious to be back inside her. The way
she had said it, demanded to be buggered, ran through his mind. No
woman had ever asked him for it before. Stephanie cocked her arse
up towards him to give him easier access, to get the angle right.
She was anxious too, wanting to feel him buried in her arse,
eagerly anticipating the feeling it would give her.

Gianni and
Devlin exchanged a look. Did Gianni see envy in Devlin's eyes, envy
of something he would never be able to do? Stephanie felt his cock
at the entrance but he was hesitating and hesitation did not suit
her mood. 'Give it to me!' she almost screamed, thrusting back at
him, unable to take his cock into her without his pressure.

He pushed
forward, taking his cock into her arse but only by an inch.
Stephanie tensed, a momentary wave of panic flooding through her as
hurt took her breath away and her mind told her she could not
endure it. But it was gone just as suddenly as it had come and the
frisson of fear served only to increase the sexual spiral.