The Maestro (23 page)

It felt
deliciously wanton to be covered in the jet of water, to feel the
liquid impact all over her panties, making them cling even more to
her body. She was passive in Matteo's arms, as he pulled the gusset
of her panties aside so that Hugo could hit the bullseye of her
quim with the water. She felt a tingle in her swelling sex lips as
she felt the pressure of the water on her. Hugo was now crouching
down before her looking admiringly at her exposed pudendum, pulling
her lips slightly apart. The cold nozzle of the siphon pressed
against her intimate flesh. Then the release of water shooting up
her, as Matteo threading his arms through hers, sneaked his hands
under her dress and the lace of her white bra and massaged her
breasts roughly with his hands, his long slender fingers pinching
lightly on her teats. The pressure of water again, shooting up
inside her, tingling her, tantalising her, and then the sensation
of being lifted onto the mahogany table, the strong smell of the
two men's cologne mingling in a heady combination, overlaid by the
piquant aroma of cigar smoke on their breath.

Once lifted
onto the desk, her panties were unceremoniously ripped from her
body and her bottom roughly yanked up. Matteo sat on the edge of
the desk, spreading her sex lips, exposing the lighter pink of her
sex before Hugo's eyes. The nozzle went in again, the water gushing
inside her, until she thought she could stand the tantalising
sensation no more.

Then another
game. Matteo took the bottle of champagne that he had carried
upstairs with him, while Hugo stuck the nozzle up her and squirted
another stream of water up through her anus. It was a different but
equally tantalising sensation. At the same time Matteo poured a
copious amount of champagne onto her tender inner pink flesh. The
champagne went everywhere, soaking her, trickling down the inside
of her thighs. She felt Matteo's mouth slurping on her greedily,
spreading his long tongue all over her.

The sight was
obviously too much for Hugo, and dispensing with the siphon, he
took the bottle and poured more champagne over her. She felt it
tingle against the knot of flesh between the bottom of her quim and
then against the puckered hole of her anus. Then Hugo's tongue
dived between the cleft of her bottom.

It was
wonderful to feel two men drinking champagne from the most secret
parts of her body, two tongues spread all over her, two expert
tongues enjoying the taste of their champagne and the taste of her
juice and flesh. She wanted it to go on forever and ever. Delicious
though it was she knew that she was in no danger of having an
orgasm. Their tongues did not settle on one particular spot long
enough for that, but instead she felt like she was bathing in a
deeper lake of sensuality, something more primitive, more tactile
than the insistent throb of orgasm.

Hugo's hands
had also exposed her breasts by this stage and she could feel them
flattened by Hugo's chest, pushing down on her hard, while Matteo's
hand pressed down on her abdomen, making her strangely breathless,
the force of his hand adding to the delightful almost oceanic
stirrings inside her.

Both men
suddenly withdrew their tongues and leaned beside her. Pouring more
champagne all over her body, her middle, down the slant of her
breasts up to her neck and chin, the dregs for her mouth, they
licked her all over with broad sweeps of their tongue. Hugo frigged
her insistently with two fingers while he and Matteo seemed to lick
every inch of her flesh.

Matteo an inch
away from her face asked, 'Do you like it?'

'Mmmm,' Linda
moaned.

'Now we are
going to change, Linda.'

'Yes,' she
said distractedly as Matteo licked her across the nape of her
neck.

'Do you know
why I like my study?' As he spoke, he lifted her up until she was
standing on the mahogany desk. Hugo was also standing beside
her.

'No.'

'Because it
has these delightful wooden beams. You see?'

'Yes.'

'They are not
original of course.' Hugo was now tying a knotted cord around her
wrist.

'No?'

Matteo began
to tie her other wrist.

'No, they are
not. They are the only fake things in the room really.'

Linda was in a
dreamy state after all the delicious attention she had received,
her skin seemed to prickle in the afterglow of their ministrations
to her, and in the back of her consciousness, with the vague
understanding of what they were about to do to her.

Hugo expertly
looped one end of cord over a beam that lay a couple of feet away
from the desk.

'I always let
Hugo do this. He had a time as a sailor. He should tell you about
it some time.' Matteo was talking in the confident genial voice he
had employed when they had been sat around the dinner table. It was
as if he was passing a glass of champagne to her or encouraging her
to try one of the special delicacies prepared for the table. But as
he talked Hugo had managed to fasten Linda to the wooden beam,
Matteo grabbing her taking the full weight of her body as she was
lifted off the desk.

Her arms were
rigidly stretched now. Hugo had managed to fasten both her wrists
together and to tie her to the beam. She felt no pressure on the
muscles of her arms yet. She knew that she would.

While Hugo
slowly climbed off the desk Matteo let her body fall, Hugo catching
her as she swung towards him. At first she enjoyed the sensation of
being suspended from the beam while the two men stared at her
fulsome figure, glistening under the electric light, her sweat
mingling with their saliva and the copious amounts of champagne
that had been poured onto her body.

'You are
beautiful, Linda, very, very beautiful,' Matteo said.

Hugo muttered
some line that sounded as if it had come from a poem, forcing a
sigh from Matteo.

'
Es verdad
,'
Matteo said, concurring with whatever approbation Hugo had
complimented Linda on, though Matteo decided not to share with her
what Hugo had actually said.

'There are so
many things that we would like to do to you. Would you like that?'
Hugo asked.

She looked
down at them and moaned her acceptance, feeling the first time a
pressure in her arms and shoulders that was now carrying her
weight.

Matteo
produced from behind his desk a thick suede belt and a cane, and
passed the cane to Hugo.

'Enjoy,'
Matteo said, reaching his hand over to the engorged lips of her
sex.

Hugo stood
behind her with the cane, Matteo in front. Matteo spun her body
round so that her bonds knotted above her. They began to lash her.
She felt the belt first, hard and fast on her bottom, stinging her
flesh and sending her into a delirious frenzy with the sharp smack
of the leather. She felt the cane across her stretched abdomen, a
more brittle sound, but as she began spinning around slowly, she
could no longer distinguish when the cane had hit her or when the
belt, or indeed where each lash landed on her trembling flesh. All
she knew was that it seemed to cover every part of her lower torso.
She was stung across her stomach, on the top of her thighs, the
back of her legs, on the ripe globes of her bottom, a cane landed
across her exposed sex, the pain sending her wild with its immense
thunder.

Nor was their
punishment synchronised. Sometimes she was thrashed simultaneously
from the front and the behind as if she had been caught in some
mechanical machine enfolding her in its arms; at other times one
lash was followed by another as if in a syncopated rhythm. Her body
was lashed raw with pain. Her punishment seemed endless, building
in waves of pain, until the pain became a vortex she felt trapped
inside.

Suddenly the
trouncing stopped. 'Oh Linda,' Matteo said. You look so beautiful
like this, when your face twists and you fight your pain. Is it
enough or would you like some more?'

Even though
her body ached with pain, quivered and shuddered and reddened with
it as it seared through her body and obliterated all other
conscious thoughts until there was nothing left in her mind but
pain, she did not want them to stop. She wanted to hold on to it,
to feel it, to have no thoughts of anything else but the pain, to
hold on to it in her mind as if it was a cherished memory, as her
spinning body slowly came to a halt.

'More,' she
said through clenched teeth.

'Fantastic,'
Hugo exclaimed, running his hand over the reddened skin of Linda's
bottom.

But there was
to be no more spinning of her. Hugo felt the burning heat of her
skin with his hands and separated the cheeks of her buttocks,
exposing her stretched anus before Matteo's view.

She knew what
was going to happen to her. She recoiled from the idea, but she
knew that she needed the white heat of the lash. She waited for it,
wanting it to come but nothing happened, the anticipation, another
kind of pain, inflaming her consciousness as their rough treatment
had inflamed her skin.

Then it came.
The belt landing on the little nub of skin on the surround of her
anus, a stinging all embracing pain that shot up her spine as if
she had been hit by a bolt of lightening. This is, she thought as
the pain reverberated through her, what lightening must be like,
like a hammer descending. Again the belt effortlessly found its
target, pain overlaying pain, until again there was nothing else
but pain.

The belt again
and again on the same spot, the belt deftly applied. Again that
knowledge, she had seen it with others in Barcelona of knowing just
how much pain to apply, knowing when too much was unbearable,
playing along the boundary, dancing so to speak on the
threshold.

They were
there, but they seemed to instinctively know. Hugo climbed up and
released her, laying her down on the mahogany desk, exposing her
again. Matteo removed his clothes until he stood naked before her,
his cock twitching before her face, a slither of his seed
enticingly dripping down the side of the purple head. While Hugo
disrobed, Matteo trailed the hot dome of his cock along the side of
her face, before Linda could resist no longer and took him in her
mouth.

She knew what
she wanted now, after all that pain. She wanted to be fucked and
fucked hard. Her pussy lips still tingled in pain. Her anus seemed
enlarged in the agony it had had bestowed on it, as if it was ten
times bigger. The top of her legs resounded with pain; there was a
dull ache in her wrists and all down her arms, and a throbbing
sensation in her shoulders. She'd had the pain, now she wanted the
pleasure.

Hugo stood
naked beside his friend as Linda sucked hard on his tool. She took
Hugo in her hand, trailed her fingers down the slicked dome, past
the thick ridge, all the way down his shaft, cupping his heavy
balls in her hands and squeezing hard, until Hugo's face twisted in
pain.

Perhaps she
had gone too far. As if to compensate, she took Hugo into her mouth
while massaging Matteo's impressive prick. Hugo was even wetter
than Matteo. She could taste the salt of his delicious semen.

But there was
a burning need to have one of them inside her. As if Matteo
realised this he went and lay behind, and stuck the tip of his cock
into the waiting mouth of her quim, passed the tumescent lips of
her sex, swollen in pain and excitement. He grabbed a firm hold of
her breasts, kneading them in his hands as he slid inside her.

Now there was
motion. As Matteo fucked her in a steady rhythm from behind, he
dictated the pace of her movements on Hugo's shaft, the harder his
stroke the more her mouth would be propelled onto Hugo's twitching
cock.

Her body
resounded with a mixture of pain and pleasure until she could no
longer decide which was which, and all she felt was the tingle of
the beginnings of her orgasm accumulating inside her. It became an
insistent need, the outer burning of her skin suffusing the inner
burning of her sexual climax, seemingly incorporating every nerve
and muscle tendon and sinew of her body. There seemed to be a
blinding light inside her, completing her. As Matteo jismed into
her quim and Hugo spent in her mouth Linda experienced a dense but
bright heat reverberating through her body.

She writhed
and writhed against their manly constriction, her orgasm exploding
inside her so that she thought she would burst and her body shatter
into a thousand pieces.

Linda woke the
next morning feeling surprisingly well considering how much pain
she had suffered, no matter how delectable it had been at the time.
It surprised her that the sharp aches she had suspected were dull,
and acted more as an aide memoir of her previous night's sexual
experience than as present discomfort.

Her
experiences with Hugo and Matteo had slipped into her dream world
and lingered in her consciousness when waking, in slithers of
memory. It took some time for her to decipher what had really
happened from her nocturnal fantasy.

The part that
she remembered most clearly was in the aftermath of their
simultaneous orgasms. Hugo and Matteo had taken her to the bathroom
and bathed her in tepid water, then they laid her out on the bed
and with a scented cloth tended to the bruises that Linda had
imagined they left on her skin.

Whatever it
was that they applied to her body had a deep soothing affect on her
skin, as did the infusion that Hugo had insisted she drink that
would further relieve the intense pain she felt once her orgasm had
subsided. Then they had trundled her off to bed where she'd fallen
soundly asleep.

She felt
around the lower part of her body. There was only a little slight
swelling, a couple of scratches but no trace of anything more
serious. In a way, although she was quite happy to feel relatively
normal, she felt a little robbed. It might have been more pleasant
to run her fingers along her skin and feel a bump or an
indentation, knowing what pleasure had been given to her in her
correction.