Stephanie's Trial (29 page)

'What's she
doing here?' Mick said abruptly.

'Andrew's just
been...' Venetia couldn't think of the word.

'Why didn't
you use the back stairs?'

'Oh, I forgot.
Andrew and Amanda are at it like rabbits. Slipped my mind...'

'At it again.
They never get enough.'

'Neither do
you,' the female slave said, running her hand over Mick's penis
covered by his striped white and blue shorts. 'She looks good
enough to eat. If Andrew's finished with her let's take her with
us, Mickey.' The redhead was looking straight at Stephanie.

'Yeah, good
idea.' Mick grabbed the leash from Venetia's hand.

'Paul wants
her,' she said quickly.

'Paul can
bloody well wait.'

'You can tell
him then. He's waiting down in the cellars. I'm not going to take
the blame,' Venetia said calmly, though she felt anything but
calm.

Stephanie's
heart was in her mouth. She saw Mick's eyes looking at her body in
the black lingerie, sizing up whether it was worth the trouble of
going down to explain to Paul.

'Oh, we'll
have her tomorrow. I'm too randy.' He dropped the leash.

'Please... I
really fancy it,' the redhead whined.

'You'll get it
tomorrow,' Mick said with annoyance, grabbing her hand and pulling
her up the staircase.

'I'm going to
get you, bitch,' the redhead snarled in disappointment. She
resisted Mick's pressure and ran her hand over Stephanie's navel to
the strapless bra. Pulling it in the middle between the two cups,
she tore it down off her breasts.

'Tomorrow,'
Mick insisted, pulling her harder this time. They set off
upstairs.

Venetia picked
up the leash and led Stephanie to the cellar doors as they listened
for the footsteps to disappear above them.

'Listen, go to
the boat. I'll get Devlin.'

'What if
someone sees me? Where's Paul?' Stephanie pulled the bra up over
her breasts again.

'I don't know.
Just hope... he's probably otherwise engaged by now...'

Venetia opened
the cellar door tucked under the corner of the huge tapestry that
hung from the main wall.

'Good luck,'
she said.

'You too.'

They were so
close and yet so far. The next few minutes would tell.

Stephanie ran
over to the main door as Venetia disappeared down the steps into
the cellar. Gingerly she picked her way across the courtyard and
through the tunnel of foliage that led to the stone steps down to
the jetty. There was no one around. She kicked her shoes off so
they wouldn't clack on the stone and started down the steps as
stealthily as she could.

The boat, no
longer gleaming and highly polished, bobbed up and down in the
slight swell in the single light that hung from the castle wall.
For the umpteenth time that night Stephanie's heart sank. Sitting
on the long bench seat in the transom, a bottle of brandy in his
hand, was Paul. His other hand trailed in the water.

He had seen
her before she had seen him.

'Come aboard,'
he said, apparently not at all phased by her presence. His voice
was fogged with drink.

'I can't,
sir,' Stephanie straightened up. 'Andrew sent me to find you,' she
lied, hoping he would believe she was on a genuine errand.

'Come aboard,'
he repeated.

'Please sir,
don't make it hard on me. He'll beat me again if you don't
come.'

'Oh, I'll make
it hard on you if you come aboard,' Paul laughed. He unzipped the
shorts he was wearing and pulled them down his legs. They were all
he was wearing.

Seeing no
alternative, Stephanie stepped aboard. His cock was flaccid.

'Come on, make
it hard.'

'Andrew wants
you. It's important...' she one last time.

'I'm not at
his fucking beck and call.' He lunged out and caught the waistband
of her panties using it to pull her towards him. 'I want to fuck
you.'

There was no
point trying to get him off the boat now. It was too late. He would
run into Venetia and Devlin on the way down and even in his
condition would realise something was wrong.

'You've got
such a big cock. I loved it last time you fucked me.'

'Did you?'

'Well, you
didn't actually fuck me did you...?'

'No... I
didn't, did I?' She saw his cock stir slightly at this.

'Shall I take
my panties off?'

'Yes... yes
get them off.'

She rolled the
tiny panties down her thighs until she could step out of them.
Bunching them in her hand, she rubbed them against his cock. She
felt it pulse.

'Nice?'

'Yes.
More...'

She spread the
silk out over his hardening shaft, rubbing it against his glans.
What she was going to do she had no idea. But at least this was
better than him raising the alarm. With her hand she reached up to
pinch his nipple. She felt him react, his cock swelling and
stiffening.

'Like
stockings...' he said, running his hand up the back of her thigh
and over the lace welts. 'Very sexy... super sexy...'

'I like them
too, they make me feel very sexy...'

'Do they?'

'And
available. Shall I suck you?'

'Yes. Give me
head, baby...'

She dropped to
her knees, opened his legs and moved her mouth down to his cock,
still covered with the silky black lace panties. She sucked it all
into her mouth, then used her tongue to work the fabric against his
tender flesh. He moaned and closed his eyes. It was just as well he
did.

Stephanie saw
Venetia and Devlin step onto the jetty. She sucked harder and Paul
moaned again, his head right back on the aft rail of the boat.
Stephanie saw her chance, her only chance. She sucked again, using
her tongue to probe the escarpment of the glans under the
now-soaking wet silk, then ran her arms up under his thighs and
gathered all her strength. With one huge effort she raised herself
up from her haunches, lifting his thighs until they were above the
level of his waist, and he was somersaulted backwards over the
stern and into the water.

Venetia saw
what had happened and came running with Devlin behind her. They ran
to the lines holding the boat to the jetty, Venetia to the forward
line and Devlin to the aft. So anxious were they to cast off that
the boat almost drifted away before they could jump aboard, but
they made it. Venetia flicked the ignition switch and the engine
hummed into life just as Paul grabbed one of the loose lines and
began to pull himself out of the water, the cold water having a
sobering effect.

The boat swung
round and headed out into the lake. Venetia dared not gun the
engines too strongly for fear of hitting one of the many rocks
dotted nearby that couldn't be seen at night. Paul pulled himself
hand over hand along the rope.

'The cleat...'
Devlin shouted, running towards the brass cleat where the rope was
secured. But Stephanie got there first. As Paul pulled himself even
closer Stephanie unwound the other end of the rope. As Paul's hand
was within inches of the stern rail the rope came free, scorching
Stephanie's hand as Paul's weight pulled it out of her grasp. Paul
was tossed into the water again, and into the huge white wake of
the boat.

Stephanie and
Devlin hugged each other tightly. Venetia slowed the boat as soon
as they were sure they were clear of Paul. It was not going to be a
quick trip back to the mainland. There were rocks and shallows in
the lake that it was difficult to navigate at night. Taking two
torches from the locker, Devlin and Stephanie watched from either
side, shouting directions to Venetia at the helm. Eventually they
spotted the wooden jetty on the mainland and the Mercedes parked in
the lean-to alongside.

The rest was
simple. Venetia had taken the Mercedes keys and with the use of its
earphone the Learjet was ordered to return to the landing-strip the
following morning with six of Devlin's security guards. Meanwhile a
hotel was booked and Venetia drove them through the night to the
hilltop town of Perugia. Clothes were a problem. Devlin was naked
and Stephanie had only her bra and stockings, her panties having
gone overboard with Paul. But when they got to the hotel Venetia
explained that there had been some sort of accident and clothes
were found, a maid's outfit for Stephanie, a porter's for Devlin,
and they walked through the foyer and up to their rooms so
dressed.

They did not
return to the castle for a week. The Learjet arrived and the
security men were ferried out to the island. But they were
unnecessary. When Venetia had got down to the cellars she had found
them deserted. Freeing Devlin, she had also freed the garden
overseers and Bruno.

The four men,
armed with the element of surprise, had gone through the castle
room by room, quickly overcoming the slaves and returning them to
their cells. Andrew and Amanda were the easiest of all. They were
still bound and gagged on the bed in Stephanie's bedroom, having
made no impression on the tightly buckled leather straps. Only Paul
and Mick escaped the net, though no one was quite sure how.

After a week's
rest Stephanie and Devlin returned to the castle. The servants had
been brought back in and had already made an impression on the
chaos the slaves had wrought. Paintings and furniture were sent
away for repair.

Of course
there were other arrangements to be made. The news that their files
had not been destroyed came as very unpleasant news to the slaves
and, of course, most of all to Andrew and Amanda. Copies had been
sent from London to allay any doubts.

Stephanie
ordered an area to be prepared just as it had been by Andrew. There
would be a court again in the castle and a trial. This time it
would be Andrew and Amanda in the dock and Stephanie conducting the
prosecution. Again there would be no defence, but this time there
would be no jury either and Devlin would be the judge. Only the
sentence was yet to be decided in this trial, Stephanie's
trial.

-oOo-

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Stephanie's
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'Faster,' cried Stephanie. She felt her body
pulse with pleasure, sheer and unadulterated: the pleasure of being
in control, of knowing all this was for her.

Baron von Himmstrafer's Bavarian castle is a
temple devoted to sensuality. There are four steamy settings to
choose from: Roman orgy, Spanish dungeon, women's prison and French
brothel. Those fortunate enough to be invited can decide whether
they want to be master or slave. Others have no choice.

Among the guests in this carnal paradise are
Stephanie and Devlin, seeking respite after some arduous adventures
at their own castle. But rest and relaxation, they soon find out,
can be surprisingly demanding.

-oOo-

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