The countess cradled the dildo in one hand. Her lips parted and her pink tongue darted out as her fingers traveled up and down the hard shaft. Blood rushed to her nipples as the pale buds tightened and hardened. Her nude body was bathed in blue from the spotlight affixed to the wall above. She stood erect, with her shoulders back, her hard breasts thrusting out in front of her. Her long pale thighs ended at the downy curls sprinkled between her legs.
The dildo was a rigid and unyielding cock, one designed to give pleasure. It had been made especially for her. The base that housed the batteries was plastic. The rest of the shaft and the head were latex. When the power was turned on, two metal flanges beneath the latex began rotating, sending undulating waves up and down the shaft. Once seated in the cunt, it sent any woman into a hip-thrashing climax as juices exploded inside of her and poured out to coat the inside of her thighs.
The countess brought the dildo to her mouth and tongued the head of the shaft. Her clit had hardened just holding the instrument. She could feel her juices as they began lubricating the lips of her cunt. She resisted the temptation to turn it on and hold it against her love button as warm waves of erotic sensation lapped against the inside of her womb. This time, the dildo was not intended for her but for the whimpering girl lashed to the bed behind her.
The countess was not really a countess, but nobody cared. To the people of White River, Ohio, she was a savior. Before her arrival, the town had been dying-a place of peeling paint and rotting wood straddling one of the secondary highways that crisscrossed the state. The countess had appeared one day and purchased Mad Bill Thompson's deserted castle, built just after the Civil War with the fortune he had made on Army contracts. The castle was a turreted mansion. It sat on a hill overlooking the town. Rumors spoke of secret rooms and hidden corridors. No one had ventured near it since the day they'd found Mad Bill hanging from a rafter on the sun porch.
None of this bothered the countess. She paid cash for the place, then hired local help to refurbish it Those who had been inside said it was a glittering showplace. From that day on, the people of White River spoke with pride of their countess and her castle. She was the town's industry, though nobody knew what she did. But why ask? She had saved the town from economic ruin and that's all that counted.
Even more than that, the countess was loved for her work with the young people of the town. Twice a year, a group of guys and girls from the local high school's senior class would be taken to the castle for six months service with the countess. As a result, White River boasted the best behaved young people in the county. During the school year, the young people in service would attend classes in a group and leave in a group. Their restrained behavior was an example to the rest of the children, all of whom yearned for service with the countess. The occasional rumors that floated down from the castle were discounted as the grumblings of malcontents and Howie Blasedale, the town drunk who hadn't said a good thing about anybody in twenty years.
The countess kissed the dildo one last time, then turned around. Warmth spread between her legs as her eyes devoured the sobbing girl lashed spread-eagled to the bed. The girl's arms and legs were stretched tight, her legs wide apart exposing the slit that was barely covered by the first flush of dark pubic hair. A welt ran across her just-budding breast, slashing diagonally across the white mound without touching the nipple. Similar welts were crisscrossed down her stomach. Bruno stood over the girl holding the riding crop, his cock stiff and erect. He was breathing heavily from his exertion.
The countess smiled, her lips parting to reveal her white teeth. Bruno was a consummate craftsman. The welts traveled down the girl's body in a careful shoelace pattern, left over right. Despite his hard-on, despite the pleasure he got from administering the beating, he had exercised restraint, knowing exactly when to stop and refusing to reduce the girl to a bloody pulp like some of the other butchers she had seen.
"Does my body embarrass you?" the countess asked as she stood over the girl with her feet apart. "They tell me you were embarrassed by yours during rehearsal. So we have to punish you." The countess pursed her lips and lowered her voice. "But only a little bit, you are so beautiful."
The countess sat down on the bed and ran her thin white fingers over the girl's face, wiping the tears from her cheek with her thumb.
"So," the countess continued. "Here you are, naked for all to see. We can all see your little pussy; you know that, don't you? We watched it jump and thrash as Bruno was applying the whip. Your hips move so beautifully. I think you have much passion. We are going to touch you now and see just how much there is."
The countess leaned forward, letting her nipples brush across the girl's quivering flesh. She touched the girl's lips with hers. The sobbing girl jerked her head to one side.
"You should not be afraid if another woman wants to touch you," the countess said. "You are so soft and beautiful. I am going to caress you and taste you. Why do you turn away?"
"I'm afraid," the girl sobbed.
The countess spread out on the bed beside the girl. She ran her hands over the girl's breasts.
"I promise there will be no more pain," she whispered into the girl's ear. "Only pleasure. I am going to do some very erotic things to you. Don't fight anything you feel. Let it pass over you as if it were a warm wave. You will feel a beauty such as you have never felt before."
The girl's body relaxed beneath the countess' touch. She gently squeezed the tiny breast as her tongue wormed its way into the girl's ear. The child's eyes were closed, her head back.
This time, the girl didn't turn away when the countess kissed her full on the lips. The tiny lips parted beneath the countess' probing tongue. As she explored the girl's mouth, she felt the youngster's tongue come to life and press against hers. Gently, she coaxed the girl's tongue into her mouth, shuddering as it passed between her lips. Both woman and child moaned softly as the warmth spread through their loins.
The girl arched her shoulders against her bonds as her nipple sprang to life beneath the countess' hand. The countess let her lips and tongue trail down the girl's neck. The girl's moaning became louder as the countess' damp mouth closed in around her breast. The countess bit gently at the hardened nipple, running her tongue around the very tip as she held the nipple between her teeth.
"Please! Please!" the girl groaned.
"What is it you want me to do?" the countess whispered. Her own clit was hard and red, the lips of her pussy swollen and soaked with her love juice. The countess crossed her thighs and squeezed the lips of her vagina together. She shuddered as the heat built in the pit of her stomach.
"Between my legs!" the girl gasped. "It hurts! Please! Something hard!"
"In time, child," the countess said as she ran her fingers over the welts on the girl's stomach. The girl's hips were beginning to move in a slow rhythm. She tried to spread her bound legs even wider as she strained her hips upward, hoping to find something against which she could rub her burning cunt.
"Do you want me to lick you?" the countess asked.
"Oh, yes! Yes!"
"Beg me!" the countess hissed. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do!"
"Eat me!" the girl screamed. "Suck my pussy! My clit! Cunt! Eat me out!"
"Are you embarrassed?" the countess asked softly.
"No! No! Oh, fuck! I'm hot! Fucking hot!"
With a cry, the countess plunged her face between the girl's legs. The tiny cunt was sopping wet, juices coating the inside of her thighs. The countess heard the girl's screams as she plunged her tongue between the swollen lips, tasting the sweetness of the girl's juices. She ran her tongue up and down the dripping gash, pausing to wet down the clit that was swollen to the point of bursting. The girl's hips were like a jack hammer against her face. She licked and licked until she could feel the girl's climax beginning to boil over, then she tore her face away from the steaming pussy and sat up.
The girl's body was bathed in sweat. Her hips continued to writhe and thrash, even without the countess' tongue to drive her higher. The countess picked up the dildo from the bed stand. In a far corner of the bedroom she could hear Bruno's heavy breathing as he watched the countess initiating a young girl.
The girl's eyes grew wide when she saw the dildo. Her eyes were glazed over with a passion too long pent-up and held back. All of the nights the girl had spent under her covers, furtively touching herself, touching only until her pussy burned, yet afraid to bring herself to a climax-all of those nights now seemed centered on the plastic shaft the countess held in her hand.
"Please," the girl groaned, her head rolling from side to side. "Put it in! Shove it up my cunt! All the way up! Let me feel it!"
The whining buzz of the dildo filled the bedroom as the countess switched it on. She held it up for the girl to see the undulating waves moving up and down the latex shaft.
"This will give you a pleasure you never dreamed possible," the countess said.
"Oh god! Hurry! I can't stand it!"
The countess cupped one of the girl's breasts in her hand. She held the shaft against the swollen and throbbing nipple. Groan after groan came from the girl's mouth.
"Bruno!" the countess snapped. "Hurry! I'm burning up!"
In a flash, Bruno was standing beside her.
"Your cock!" the countess gasped. "In my mouth!"
The salty taste of burning flesh filled the countess' mouth as the swollen head passed between her lips. Her tongue licked away the droplets of liquid that had formed on the slit. Her cheeks pumped in and out as she sucked frantically on the swollen shaft.
She moved the buzzing plastic down the girl's stomach, toward the thrashing hips. The bed creaked in protest as the screaming girl jerked and pulled against her bonds.
The countess pulled away from Bruno's swollen cock and plunged her face back between the girl's legs. Taste and smell told her that the girl was nearing her climax.
Without warning, she thrust the dildo into the girl's cunt, all the way up to the hilt. The girl screamed and bucked, then shook as she held her quivering hips down hard on the buzzing, undulating dildo. Juices poured out of her pussy and coated the countess' hand as it gripped the dildo. The countess was on her knees, her face against the girl's cunt as she licked the quivering clit. The countess' pale buttocks were in the air, her knees apart, exposing her juice-covered cunt and thighs.
"Now, Bruno!" the countess screamed. "Give me your cock!"
The countess ground the dildo into the girl's pussy as Bruno's throbbing cock plunged into her. Her tongue moved faster over the girl's clit as she felt the lips of her cunt close around Bruno's shaft. The bed was covered with the girl's juices as the dildo flashed in and out. The girl's screams grew hoarser as the dildo and the countess' tongue drove her closer to her peak.
Bruno grunted as he jammed and pulled his cock in and out of the countess' cunt. His sweat-slicked stomach slapped against her quivering buttocks with each thrust. The countess' hand had moved up and seized the girl's tiny breast, twisting and pulling at the nipple.
The girl's juices had drenched the bedspread; her hips were going into a spasm. The countess picked up the tempo of the dildo as her ass jerked back and forth on Bruno's cock. The countess shoved her hand back between her legs and grabbed Bruno's balls. They were hard and swollen as they filled with the cum that was ready to explode into the countess' box.
"Faster!" the girl screamed. "Yes! Yes! Yes! I ... can ... feel ... it ... coming! Coming! Coming! Aaiiyyyeeeeeeee!"
The countess jammed the dildo as far up the girl's cunt as it would go, holding it against her thrashing hips as climax after climax slammed through her body.
Bruno's fingernails dug into the countess' buttocks as his hips jerked toward his climax. In and out the cock went as the spasm began, sending its first load of thick, white cum pouring into the countess' womb. The countess spread her knees even wider as the second load poured in. She bit down on the girl's clit, feeling Bruno's hot cum as it flooded her box, mixing with her own juices that were pouring freely. She shuddered as the first glob of liquid oozed out from between her lips and trailed its heat down the soft flesh of her inner thighs.
Bruno's cock was still inside her as its hardness slowly receded. The girl lay still, moaning softly with her eyes closed as she floated on the afterglow of her climax. The countess had removed the dildo and now lay with her head on the girl's stomach. Her lips were tightly drawn as if she were attempting to gain control of a dark thought that had just entered her mind.
She motioned to Bruno who withdrew his cock and returned to the far corner of the bedroom. The countess lightly kissed the girl's clit for a final time and sat up.
"Was that so difficult?" she asked the girl.
"It was beautiful," the girl said softly, her eyes still closed.
"Silly child," the countess laughed. "You were so worried over nothing."
"Can we do it again?" the girl asked.
The countess stroked the girl's face. "We mustn't be greedy, child. If you are very good at rehearsal tomorrow and do everything you're told and put your whole body into the effort we will see if we can't get together again."
The girl smiled and licked her lips with her pink tongue. "Can I lick you, next time?"
"Such a fast learner you are," the countess replied as she watched the smoldering glow returning to the girl's eyes. "We will see. But right now we must get you back to your room so you can get ready for dinner."
The countess turned to Bruno. "I wish to be alone in my antechamber. If anything comes up it will have to wait until I come down for dinner."
Bruno was standing over the girl, untying her, as the countess walked away from them, carrying the dildo in her hand.
The antechamber was a small room, just off the bedroom. The countess thought of it as her private place, a place where she .and she alone was allowed. It was sparsely furnished with a single couch that faced the mirrored wall opposite it, two end tables and a single lamp.
Once inside, the countess paced back and forth nervously. There was no reason for her to be upset. She had expected it. The doctor in Vienna had given her a long name for her condition, which she had immediately forgotten. The name meant, very simply, that she was a woman who could not climax to the touch of warm flesh. It had been no different with Bruno and the girl. Bruno's cock in her cunt, her lips against the girl's clit, all of the sensations she had tasted and felt had taken her only so high, had turned her on only so far before the thing she couldn't understand had risen up and short-circuited her passion, leaving her high and dry and passive.
Yet she burned. The climax that was always on the verge of bursting never left her. In desperation she had turned to the young, using her fortune to rent large houses such as this near small towns, staging her pageants for the small group of bored and jaded nobility that had gathered around her.
In the process, she had been driven across Europe; through Austria, Germany, France and England. Forced out of one town as her scheme was uncovered, she would wander until she found another town where she was unknown. Finally, the time came when her reputation was too well known to the authorities and she had been forced to migrate to America.
White River was her first town. The innocence of the Americans made her work easier. They rarely asked questions and rarely suspected anything. Yet, she knew it was only a matter of time before she was discovered. She would have to watch the girl carefully. Such defiance as the girl had shown could prove to be her undoing.
The countess sank down on the couch and caressed the dildo. It was ironic, really. She was a sensual woman, a woman who loved to touch and be touched. Yet, only latex and plastic could bring her to a climax.
She threw one leg over the arm of the couch. Her slit was visible through the light brown hair covering her cunt. The lips of her vagina began their throbbing the second she switched the dildo on.
She felt the buzzing head against her clit, trying to prolong the sweet sensation as long as she could. Her hips arched against the plastic shaft as her free hand came up and stroked her taut nipple, pinching and squeezing the pink bud.
A soft groan slid out from between her moist lips as she ran the dildo over the inside of her thighs. Her nails dug into her breasts as the first juices seeped into her gash.
Her breath was ragged as she held the length of the shaft against the swollen lips of her cunt, undulating waves of latex stroking the lubricated flesh.
Slowly, very slowly, the countess eased the dildo into her cunt. She brought her other foot up and braced it against the edge of the couch. She paused when the dildo was halfway in, whimpering as the buzzing, undulating shaft brought her closer and closer to her climax.
Her hips began stirring, then moving up and down. As the heat rose, their movement became faster, more urgent. She thrust the dildo in and out, moving in time with her pumping hips. Pain shot through her breast as she tore and dug at the tender flesh.
She screamed. As the climax began, she slid off the couch onto the floor, hunched down on the dildo as her hips and cunt humped the hard plastic that now tore her flesh apart. She screamed again as the first spasm rocked her body, whimpering between screams as wave after wave washed across her, leaving her body bathed in the sweat of her passion.
As the last wave passed, she slumped to the floor, lying there with her knees drawn up into a fetal position. The white hilt of the dildo protruded from her cunt, as it still buzzed and moved inside of her. She lay still, feeling its movement and its sound, trying to believe that it was not plastic in her pussy, but the hot flesh of a throbbing cock.
* * *
Deborah's breasts sprang to life as she wiped them dry with the fluffy towel. They were still sensitive even though the rest of her body was drained and exhausted. She dropped the towel and looked at her naked body in the mirror. The crisscrossed welts were beginning to fade from her stomach. They would probably be gone by the morning.
All she had learned from Bruno's whip was the futility of open defiance. She would have to feign cooperation until she could figure out what to do next.
It was not that she was a prude, or objected to others seeing her naked body, although she pretended to the contrary. She was open toward sex and had a pussy that loved to be touched and licked. She had not been pretending when the countess' lips and dildo had brought her to a climax.
But she was independent. Her friends were always criticizing her for having a mind of her own. She was not impressed with the fact that she and her friends were living in a luxury that they had never experienced before. The fact remained that they were virtual prisoners and would remain so until their time was up. They could not leave, except to attend school. Even there, they were not allowed to talk to the other children. Nor could they have any contact with their families unless there was an emergency. The entire day was scheduled for them, from the time they got up until the lights were put out at night.
Her patience had snapped when they had tried to make her suck Bobby Walker's cock. She hated him! He was an arrogant little bastard and she was damned if she was going to pop his cookies for him!
She moaned as she toweled off between her legs. The movement of the terry cloth against her clit had rekindled the glow that she had felt while lashed to the bed. She stood perfectly still, with her eyes closed, as she moved the towel slowly back and forth across her love button.
"Use your fingers. It's nicer."
Deborah jumped at the sound of the bright, bubbly voice behind her. She swung around and glared at Linda. Her roommate had slipped in silently.
"How long have you been watching?" she snapped.
"Relax! You can be so damn touchy."
With a shrug of her shoulders, Linda let her dress drop to the floor. Her naked breasts and stomach were covered with bright red hickies that trailed down her body to the curly blonde hair of her cunt.
"Do you have a hicky on your clit, too?" Deborah asked.
"Fuck you!" Linda said as she walked over to the mirror and examined her body. She was a tall, slender girl, yet she had none of the awkwardness found in girls who reach their full height early.
Linda ran her hands over her breasts and stomach. Then she turned around and spread the cheeks of her ass. She craned her neck as she tried to look at the spread cheeks over her shoulder. "I guess it's still in one piece," she finally said.
"What happened to you?" Deborah asked.
"They decided my ass-hole was made for fucking," she said. "I must have been reamed four times this afternoon."
Deborah laid her hand on Linda's buttocks and examined the tiny brown opening. "It's a little red, but I think you'll live."
"I see you got into trouble again," Linda said. She ran her fingers over the welts on Deborah's stomach.
"Some afternoon," Deborah said. "Whipped, dildoed and licked."
"You'd better watch it or you'll be in real trouble."
"Up theirs!" Deborah snapped. She walked over and sat down on the bed. "We're not their prisoners."
"Look," Linda said as she sat down next to Deborah. "We might as well be. It's just like school. We gotta do what we're told."
Deborah shrugged her shoulders and turned away. The two girls sat in silence for a minute as each felt the warmth of the nude body next to her.
Linda laid her hand on Deborah's thigh. "Who licked you?" she asked.
"The countess."
"Was it nice?"
Deborah turned and smiled at the blonde. Linda's sensual lips were moist and parted in curiosity and anticipation. "It was beautiful. I'd never had a woman's tongue up my cunt before. It can do so much more than a cock. It can twist and turn and get into places a cock can't."
Linda's hand squeezed her thigh. "Listen. Can I ask you to do me a big favor?"
"Ask away."
"They've got me scheduled for a lesbian sequence tomorrow. I've never balled with a woman before. I don't know how to ask this, but, I could sort of use some practice. You know-find out what it's ah about before I try it in front of people."
"We don't have time now," Deborah said. "It's almost time for dinner."
"Oh no. Not now. Later, tonight, when the lights are out."
Deborah ran her hand across Linda's face to the back of her neck. She gently pulled the blonde to her and kissed her. Linda sighed as her lips parted. Breasts against breast, nipple against nipple, they sat tonguing each other's mouth, their breaths coming faster until Deborah broke the kiss. "We'll be late," Deborah said.
"I can hardly wait until the lights go out," Linda said.
"Neither can I, honey. But let's get dressed before they have to come up here and pry us apart."
CHAPTER TWO
Mark loosened the thongs of the soft leather pouch. The sharpening stone slipped easily from the pouch into his palm. The Bavarian shopkeeper from whom he had brought the knife had been insistent that only this stone be used to sharpen the blade.
Mark picked up the knife and examined the blade. He had been walking down a street in Bremen when the gray, glowing metal of the blade had leapt out at him from the dark corner of a cluttered shop window.
It had cost him a month's wages, but it had been worth it. As he sharpened the knife, he wondered if it had been fate that had drawn him to the knife. When he had bought it, he had never dreamed that it would be used to kill the countess.
He was not going to kill her out of anger, or even revenge. There was no passion about it. Instead, there was only an icy, crystalline resolve. It had to be done. Judy's blank eyes and the spittle running in silver threads from her lips made it a duty on his part.
The bed creaked behind him. A feminine moan reached his ears. A soft whistle followed. "What a set of jugs!"
Mark turned and looked toward the bed. June was reading one of her girlie magazines. She was sprawled on the bed dressed only in a flimsy bra and tiny panties that were no more than a touch of black lace covering her cunt and the crack of her ass.
She and her roommate, Connie, were barmaids at the Pink Slipper Lounge. Between them they had fucked or sucked every cock in town. Yet, they were both obsessed with women's bodies, not to mention each other's. In their spare time, they hustled every woman who looked sexually frustrated or unhappily married.
He had met them shortly after he returned to White River following his five years at sea. Few people had recognized him. His face was bronzed and leathery, creased by the hours spent standing watch on the bridge. There was also the deep scar running across his cheek that he had picked up in a brawl in a Hong Kong bar room.
He and the girls had hit it off and they had offered to let him stay at their place until he found one of his own. It suited him. It was a small house just outside of town. The place was isolated and set away from the road. After he had seen Judy, he had decided it would be smart to keep his presence as quiet as possible.
June turned the page of the magazine. "I'm getting turned-on, honey! Come here and look at this blonde pussy. Christ! Someday I'm going to eat me a blonde one. You won't see me for a week when I find it."
Mark didn't reply. He moved the blade round and round in a circular motion over the stone.
"Fuck you!" June snapped. "Ever since you saw your old girl friend you don't do nothing except sharpen that fucking knife all day!"
Mark glared at her. She shot him the finger and went back to her magazine. She squealed in delight as she turned to the next page.
"I'm getting fucking wet," she moaned. "Her tight blonde pussy is being scoffed, I mean really eaten out. Christ! I can hear the lapping and the sucking."
June had slipped the black strap of her bra down over her shoulder, freeing one white mound from its lace cup. Her tongue slid across her parted lips as she ran her sharp fingernail around the dark red nipple, torturing the sensitive flesh until it was hard and swollen. A tiny spasm passed through her body as the first flash spread upward from her cunt. She squeezed the white breast as hard as she could until it passed.
Her hand was shaking as she turned to the next page. "I can't take much more of this," she gasped. "The blonde's on her back with the other broad sitting on her face. She's got her fingers jammed up her pussy. Her fingers are wet! I can see it! Those fucking bitches aren't pretending!"
Her hand left her breast and went behind her back where it felt around until it found the clasp of her bra Her other breast sprang free as the bra fell to the bed.
June's fingers went to her mouth. She was starting to pant as she forced them between her lips, licking them and wetting them down thoroughly. Her fingers went to her breasts as she wetted down each nipple with her still warm saliva until the two red buds were damp and hard. She bit down on her lip as her frantic hand jumped from tit to tit, squeezing and kneading one until the other cried out for attention. Back and forth her hand went as she turned to the next page.
She cried out as the next picture came into view. "A double scoff! Sixty-nine! The blonde's got a six-inch tongue! Jammed all the way up her cunt! Talk about a dripping gash!"
There was the swishing sound of fabric moving against fabric as she brought the pillow down between her legs. She was on her side as her strong thighs closed around the soft, yielding mound of feathers, her hips jerking as she dry-humped the pillow, rubbing it against the drenched lace of her panties. The violent action of her hips had pulled her panties down over her bulging buttocks. Mark watched the thin crack of her ass as it jerked back and forth.
The pillow flew across the bedroom as she tore it from between her legs. She rolled over onto her back. With one smooth motion her panties were off. Her red clit was swollen. It peeked through the black hair covering her pussy. The hair was drenched with the juices that flowed from the swollen lips of her cunt.
June was on her knees, her legs spread. She slid the magazine between them so the picture of the two women was directly beneath her steaming pussy.
She squeezed both breasts, moaning as the soft flesh yielded beneath her trembling fingers. Her hands slid down over her sides to her hips, which had gone into a slow grind. The fingers then slid around and between her spread thighs. She cried out as she began to knead her clit and cunt, her eyes closed and her head thrown back. Her buttocks quivered as she probed at the hot wet lips of her gash.
"Do it baby! Do it!" a woman's voice commanded from the bedroom door. Connie stood in the doorway, watching June getting herself hotter and hotter with her fingers. The redhead had been there only a minute, but already her breath was coming in short gasps. The top three buttons of her blouse were undone.
"Come here, baby! Quick!" June gasped.
Connie was across the bedroom in three quick steps. The bed creaked as she sat down.
"Look at this!" June said, sliding the magazine over. "Look at them licking each other."
Connie moaned as her eyes drank in the photograph. "Where'd you get this?" she asked.
"It came in the mail this morning." June's arm was around Connie's shoulder. Her breast brushed against the red hair falling down over Connie's face.
"Just what I need, honey. Just what I need," Connie whispered as her hand went around June's hips. "All I've thought about is cunt. It got so bad I was sure I could taste your juices. Three times I was back in the bathroom getting myself off. I finally told Squeaky I had to take the rest of the day off."
As she talked, Connie's hand wandered over June's buttocks, fingering the crack of June's ass. June gasped as the fingers found the brown opening of her anus.
June's fingers shook as she pulled at the buttons of Connie's blouse.
"Hurry up and get your clothes off, honey. I'm gonna explode any second."
Connie sprang to her feet. Blouse, skirt, bra and panties dropped to the floor one by one. The nude redhead stood over the bed. With both hands she brushed her long hair back behind her head, the movement of her arms causing her swollen breasts to rise sharply.
June was on her back, her legs spread as her fingers continued to pull and tear at her throbbing cunt.
"How do you want it, baby?" Connie asked.
"Pretend you're a man," June moaned. "I want to feel your clit against mine."
"It's hard and ready for you, honey," Connie whispered.
June's arms went around Connie's bare back as the redhead's hips slid between her thighs.
"Oh, yes!" June cried. "Just like that! Grind it in, lover! Grind it in!"
Connie's hips jerked up and down as her stiff clit found June's. The two hard love buttons humped against each other as muffled cries and moans rose from the bed. June raked Connie's back with her nails, leaving red welts up and down the wet surface of her skin. Connie's hips heaved and bucked as June's legs came up and around them.
"I can feel your clit! I can feel your fucking clit!" Connie cried as June's fingers dug into her shoulder.
Mark had set the stone and knife down on the table as he watched the two women humping each other. His hand rubbed the growing bulge in his pants. His cock was rock-hard and his balls ached as the semen started to pour into them.
The cries from the bed grew louder as June and Connie ground against each other. Their breasts were flattened, their stiff nipples inflamed by the soft flesh that enfolded them.
Mark shed his shirt and dropped his pants. His cock sprang free, stiff and hard, the red knob swollen and damp as drops of clear liquid oozed out through the slit.
He stood over the bed, stroking his hard-on as his nostrils inhaled the odor of cunt juice rising from the tangled, heaving bodies.
"Which one of you bitches wants to feel some cock in her mouth?"
Both girls cried out as they sprang up and reached for his swollen shaft. Connie reached him first and her lips closed hungrily over his cock as she tongued and licked the head.
June dove between his legs, lapping his balls and running her tongue up and down the crack of his ass. He shuddered as her wet tongue found his anus and began probing at it.
Strands of Connie's red hair were plastered to her cheeks as her head dove up and down on his cock. She would pump up and down several times, taking the full length of his shaft to her mouth. Then she would take it out and hold it in her hand as her hungry tongue licked the swollen head.
June's mouth had closed around his balls, sucking as they continued to swell. She could tell that they were full, that any second now the semen would explode as white globs of liquid pumped out through the tiny slit at the top of the shaft.
Mark seized June by the shoulders and threw her on the bed. She landed with her back against the wall, her legs spread. Shiny juice covered her thighs and stomach.
Connie's head snapped back as Mark seized a handful of her hair and jerked her head away from his cock.
"Eat her out!" he snapped.
Connie swung around and dove between June's legs. She was on her knees with her buttocks waving in the air as her tongue and mouth found the brunette's swollen gash. June screamed as the tongue forced itself between the swollen lips of her cunt. She seized two handfuls of Connie's red hair as she forced the other girl's face further into her pussy.
Mark was on the bed, kneeling behind Connie. He laid the head of his cock against her wet cunt. The swollen knob probed at the bulging lips until they parted and his shaft was bathed in the heat of her juices.
Connie's tongue picked up its tempo as Mark's cock plunged in and out of her. June's hips were thrashing as she smeared her juices all over Connie's face. Her head rocked back and forth as she neared her climax.
"Yes! Yes!" June screamed. "It's coming! It's coming! I can't hold it! I can't stop it! YES! YES! HARDER! FASTER! COMING! COMING! COMING!"
Mark dug his fingers into Connie's back as his cum swelled and pushed against the slit of his cock. Connie's head lay on June's stomach. Her face was bright red as scream after scream came from her mouth.
Connie's piercing scream flooded the bedroom as Mark's hot cum poured into her cunt. Mark's hips were a blur, thrashing out of control as load after load filled the redhead's box until the white liquid oozed out through her swollen lips.
When all three were fully spent, they collapsed on the bed.
Only June was still hungry as she licked away the cum covering Connie's cunt. Connie was nestled in Mark's arms, moaning softly as June's tongue stroked her pussy.
After a few minutes, June looked up. A dribble of white cum ran from her mouth to her chin.
"You'll have to start working half-days," she said to Connie. "This is the first hard-on Super Stud has had in two weeks."
"Yeah! What is your problem?" Connie asked him. "You ain't been the same since you came back from the funny farm upstate."
"Let's just say there's some personal business I have to take care Of," Mark said softly as the icy glow returned to his eyes.
"So you want to tell us about it?" Connie asked.
"I said it was personal," Mark replied coldly.
"Great! What are we supposed to do about your fucking moods?" Connie snapped.
Mark turned to Connie and smiled. "Start working half-days, you dumb cunt."
"Up your fucking ass!"
"Anytime, sweetheart," Mark laughed. "Any time."
* * *
The countess smiled as she finished the last of her dessert. From her seat on the raised platform she could survey the entire dining hall. The room was silent except for the clinking of silver against china as the young people finished their meals. Dessert had been a rich chocolate pudding, a special treat for the children. Normally, the diet at the castle was sugar-free. The last thing anybody wanted was an outbreak of acne.
But the countess was pleased with the progress they were making, so she had ordered Bruno to serve dessert tonight.
She set her spoon down and leaned back in her seat. Not a word had been spoken during the entire meal. It always amazed her how quickly and eagerly the American children took to discipline. They acted as if they were starved for it. It took no more than a day before they were responding to all of the rules. They responded nervously, fearfully. When there was an infraction, it was usually out of ignorance. Punishment was rarely necessary, so great was the embarrassment of the violator. There was the occasional rebel, like the girl this afternoon. But they were a rarity, an exception. For the most part, there was only eager compliance.
The countess looked at the pulpit at the other end of the dining hall. The young girl had finished the reading for today and stood at attention. The reading had been a selection from De Sade. The countess could tell from her flushed face that she was fingering her cunt behind the pulpit. No matter. Such expressions were to be encouraged. Perhaps after the tables were cleared she would have the girl step from behind the pulpit and demonstrate her technique.
The countess felt the pressure of a thigh being pressed against hers. She looked over at Marie. Her secretary had been turned on by the reading as well. Marie's hand was in her lap as she sat next to the countess, balled up into a fist. The knuckles were pressing into her crotch. With an imperceptible movement of her wrist she was grinding them against her clit.
"Did you like her?" the countess asked.
"What's she doing to herself behind the pulpit?" Marie asked in a breathless voice.
"How long has it been since you tasted some young pussy?"
"I'm tasting it right now." She had unballed her fist and was openly stroking herself.
"Look," the countess said. "I think she's almost ready to come. She's probably pulled her dress up over her hips. She has a large, sensitive clit for a girl of her age. I'm sure her fingers are flying back and forth over it. See? The muscles in her arm are moving."
"Stop it!" Marie groaned. Beads of perspiration had appeared on her forehead. Her knees were apart as her fingers dug at her cunt through the sheer silk of her dress.
The countess reached over and firmly took Marie's hand from her lap. "You'll stain your dress," she said. "If you control yourself, we'll send her to your room after dinner."
"What's her name?" Marie asked.
"Trina. She was enough juice up her cunt to cover your face, breasts and thighs. When she comes, it literally squirts out of her pussy."
"Please don't forget," Marie begged.
"I never forget," the countess said, smiling at the flushed face of the other woman.
The sound of clattering silver was dying down as the young people finished up their desserts. Around the hall, bulges were appearing in the boys' pants. Everyone knew that there was a demonstration after dinner. Nipples stood out against bodices as young girls, lost in their thoughts, tried to imagine what they would be seeing tonight.
All sound died as a muscular boy wheeled a small platform to the center of the room. From its base rose an inclined plane in the shape of a right triangle. Platform and plane were covered with a thick white fur. The boy was nude except for a thin cloth around his loins that barely covered his cock and balls.
The countess rose to her feet. All eyes turned to her as she rapped a spoon against her teacup. Her breasts were swelling and she could feel all of the young, eager eyes boring into her ample nipples as they sought to tear lose of her dress. The dampness was beginning to spread between her legs and she wondered if this could possibly be the night when she would climax with warm fingers or a stiff cock jammed into her pussy.
When everyone had shifted their chairs around, the countess began to speak.
"As you all know, we like to set aside some time each evening to show you one of the acts of love being performed. By having a chance to observe instead of participating you have an opportunity to improve your own techniques. Naturally, we expect that when the session is over, you will return to your rooms and practice with your partners, or on yourselves."
The tempo of the breathing was beginning to pick up around the hall. In a far corner, the countess caught the white flesh of naked thighs. A brunette in the back had been unable to wait and was already finger-fucking herself.
"Tonight, you hear De Sade singing the praises of rectal sex. Some of you have tried it. Those who have know that it's an act that combines both pain and pleasure, an act in which pain is joined with and transmitted into pleasure. We were very fortunate today to learn that one of our girls is well suited for this act. In all of my years working with young people, I have never seen an anus so beautifully designed to receive a cock."
The countess paused for a second as she looked around the hall. She spotted the blonde seated off to her left.
"Linda!" she called. "Will you come to the front?"
Everyone followed the swaying hips of the tall blonde as she moved toward the platform. Her wet tongue moved over her lips as she approached the semi-naked boy standing by the platform. Beneath his loin cloth, his cock was beginning to stir.
Linda was dressed the same as all of the other girls in a silk sheath that fell to just above her knees. The sheath was held up by two thin straps around her shoulders. It had been designed to be shed quickly. As she walked, it was obvious that her breasts were hard.
"All right, Tony, you may remove her dress," the countess said. The muscular boy stepped forward and slipped the straps over Linda's shoulders. The dress fell to the floor with a swish. A gasp went up as Linda's nude body was revealed. Those in the front could see the first beads of love juice appearing on her blonde cunt hair.
Tony dropped the loin cloth. His mammoth cock hung at half-mast, not quite hard. Linda dropped to her knees in front of him. She licked the back of his shaft with her tongue, then took it into her mouth, sucking and tonguing as her fingers and hand stroked and squeezed his swelling nuts. Tony sank his hands into her blonde mane as her head bobbed up and down over his cock, wetting down the thick, hard shaft with her saliva.
"That's enough, Linda," the countess said. "I think he's ready."
Linda got up and stepped onto the platform. She dropped to her knees with her thighs against the base of the triangle. With a smooth, graceful motion, she draped her body down the inclined plane. The twin globes of her buttocks were stretched tight as they stuck up into the air.
She groaned as the soft fur enfolded her sensitive nipples and breasts. With her legs spread, she moved her hips back and forth as she rubbed her clit against the fur.
"All right, children," the countess said. "The key to rectal sex is preparation and lubrication. The anus was not designed by nature to receive a cock. If entry is attempted before it is ready, the experience will be unpleasant for both the man and the woman. Ideally, an oil-base lubricant should be used. If that's not available, the man can use his tongue. If you'll demonstrate, Tony."
Tony dropped to his knees behind Linda. She groaned as he began licking the back of her thighs, lapping as his tongue inched upward toward her anus.
Linda's buttocks heaved into the air and her head jerked back as his tongue found the brown opening. His hands spread the cheeks of her ass as his tongue tried to corkscrew past her sphincter muscle.
"Tony," the countess said. "Dip your tongue into her emit. She's starting to get wet. The juice is a good lubricant."
Tony's head dropped down as his tongue pushed at the pink, throbbing lips of Linda's cunt. Tony lapped at the juice that was starting to flow. He coated the soft skin between her cunt and her anus, working the juice thoroughly into her ass-hole.
More skirts went up around the hall, as young girls played with cunts and clits, some of which were just beginning to show the first shadow of pubic hair. Here and there a cock had been freed as eager young hands pumped up and down on swollen shafts. To the left, a young girl had knocked away her partner's hand and was jerking him off while his fingers were buried in her dripping cunt.
"Very good, Tony," the countess chimed in. "Now we can begin the actual preparation."
Tony stood up, his chest heaving, his prick swollen to the point of bursting. Linda's head rolled against the soft fur and her lips moved back and forth. The crack of her ass glistened with a mixture of pussy dew and saliva.
"Pay attention, children," the countess said. "We are going to the most important part. Before entry can be made, the anus must be relaxed and stretched. How long this will take depends on the girl and on how relaxed she is. Relaxation on the part of the woman is the key. You girls be sure to remember that. Please demonstrate, Tony."
Tony stepped up to Linda's quivering buttocks. He began turning his forefinger against her anus. His other hand was between her legs as he fingered and kneaded her bulging clit. Linda was whimpering. She cried out as Tony's finger pushed apart her sphincter muscles and entered the warm, damp recess of her rectum. Tony continued to twist and turn as the tiny hole slowly relaxed and allowed his finger to enter further. Within seconds he had inserted two fingers up to the knuckles. Linda's cries were coming one after another as the pain slowly subsided and the sweet ache of pleasure flooded through her cunt and rectum.
"Now, Tony!" the countess cried. "Jam it in! Ream her!" The countess' face was flushed. She could feel Marie's hands groping at her buttocks. The odor of Marie's wet sex enveloped her.
Tony parted the white globes of Linda's buttocks. The brown opening was greased and ready for him. He rubbed the head of his cock against the hole, letting the clear liquid that had formed on the slit mingle with the other liquids that coated it.
Linda's scream rent the hall as the bulging knob of Tony's cock passed through her anus. Her hands gripped the fur of the platform as her ass heaved upwards and outwards, trying to force itself down on Tony's stiff cock. Tony's fingers dug into the soft flesh of her buttocks as he forced the head in just past the sphincter. He groaned as he began pumping back and forth in time with Linda's heaving hips.
The countess' eyes were glued to the thrashing couple on the floor in front of her as Tony's cock plunged in and out of Linda's ass-hole. Linda's cries filled her ears. She felt Marie freeing her breast from her dress. Marie groaned as her lips closed around the countess' rock-hard nipple and began sucking the bright red bud in and out between her teeth. Marie's dress was up above her hips. The light brown hair of her cunt was drenched. She had wadded up a napkin and had jammed it up her cunt as far as it would go. To her right, the countess saw a spurt of white cum shooting into the air as the first boy dropped his load. He had been jacked off by a tiny redhead whose hand was still a blur as she continued to pump his cock until the last of the liquid was spent.
Linda's cries were coming faster as she neared her climax. Her hips humped and bumped against the platform. Both she and Tony were bathed in sweat. Linda had forced her arm between her stomach and the platform and was fingering her cunt as Tony's cock drove in and out.
More cum shot into the air and youth after youth continued to climax. The cries of young girls echoed off the walls as they popped their cookies. The hall was heavy with the odors of male and female sex.
The first spasm racked Linda's body. She could feel Tony's cock, ready to explode inside her rectum. A second spasm came. Her throat was hoarse from screaming, but she couldn't stop. She forced her fingers up her cunt as the climax came crashing through her. As her hips thrashed out of control, she could feel Tony's white-hot cum flooding her rectum. He was crying out, his nails digging cruelly into her buttocks and back. His cum was dribbling down the inside of her thighs, having filled her rectum. Her fingers left her cunt as she smeared the creamy liquid over her thighs and pussy, matting down her downy pubic hair. Tony collapsed over her, his hard cock still up her ass. It continued to throb, even after he had come, squeezing the last precious drops of liquid into her.
The countess pried Marie's mouth away from her nipple. Her lips trembled as they resisted, struggling to wrap themselves back around the red bud. Marie shoved her fingers deeper into the countess' cunt. She twisted them around as they were bathed in the countess' hot greasiness.
"You must save yourself for the girl," the countess aid.
"Fuck the girl," Marie gasped.
The countess locked her hand around Marie's wrist and dragged her fingers from her cunt. "Think of that young cum juice covering your fingers," she said. She brought the other woman's hand to her mouth, licked the fingers clean. The taste of her own juices brought her clit to life. Her mind was on the long, hard dildo lying in the drawer of her bed stand. The screaming young girl with the cock up her ass and Marie's exploring fingers and mouth had warmed her up. Now her body quivered as it cried out for the feel of stiff plastic seated in her pussy to take her the rest of the way.
Marie relaxed and slumped against the back of her chair. Her blouse was loosened in front and one large breast had fallen out. Marie played with the dark nipple. "Has she ever been with a woman before?" she asked.
"You'll be the first," the countess replied.
Marie's dark curls were tousled and in disarray. The white skin of her forehead was shiny with perspiration. She bit her lip as she squeezed her breast, sinking her fingers into the soft flesh as far as they would go. Her short skirt was up over her hips. Through the black pubic hair between her legs the countess could see the thick lips of her gash and her large clit, now swollen and red. The countess remembered the times Marie had lain between her spread legs, grinding the large clit into hers like it was a hard-on.
The hall grew silent as one by one the climactic cries died out. Tony had taken his cock from Linda's ass and was helping her into her dress.
The countess slipped her breast back into her dress. She smoothed her skirt down over her thighs. All eyes turned to her as she stood up.
"I think we should show Linda and Tony our appreciation for an excellent demonstration," the countess said.
Loud applause swirled around the two young people as they returned to their tables.
"So," the countess said. "Our evening meal is at an end. Pair off and go to your rooms. Practice what you have seen tonight. When you are finished, I want you to practice your speaking parts for the pageant. We cannot emphasize enough that they are just as important as the action itself. If the speaking part is stiff and unnatural, it will be reflected in the action."
The countess paused and smiled as giggles spread through the hall. No pun had been intended.
"Very well, now. You are excused. Lights will go out at ten, as usual."
Chairs scraped and rattled against the floor as the young people rose from their tables. Hand-in-hand, young couples drifted off to their rooms, the boys' cocks hardening as they dreamt about the tight young ass-holes walking beside them.
The countess turned abruptly and hurried down the corridor toward her room. Already she could feel the buzzing plastic deep in her womb.
CHAPTER THREE
Marie's flesh was bright pink and still glowing from her shower. She lifted her bare shoulder to her nose and inhaled the sweet odor of her body. She let the towel fall to the floor and admired herself in the full-length mirror in front of her.
She had a full body, firm with wide hips and large breasts, each breast tipped by a nipple that looked like a dark red gash. Her lips were full and fleshy as if they had been destined to spend their life buried in wet cunts. They were soft and never chapped. Marie swore it was the cunt juice that kept them that way.
She shook some talcum powder into the muff. She closed her eyes as the soft muff passed over her breast. The red nipple hardened at the first touch of the powder. As she shifted her weight, she felt the lips of her gash slide together as the juice began its slow seepage. Before the evening was over, her stomach and thighs would be coated with it.
She fought off the temptation to throw herself on the bed with her legs spread and rub one muff against the other until she came.
In the mirror, she could see the large four-poster bed behind her. A chintz canopy was stretched over the top. It concealed the full-length mirror beneath it. The mirror had been the countess' idea. On quiet nights she liked to lie beneath the mirror with her thighs wide apart and masturbate slowly, watching her body stiffen and react as she neared her climax. She alternated between vaginal and clitoral climaxes. She could come with anything between her legs. One night, she had done it with a spray-can of deodorant, shoving and twisting it up her cunt until she had managed to press the button down, releasing the icy spray into her womb. She had screamed to climax as a mixture of deodorant and love-grease ran down her thighs.
The large french doors that ran from ceiling to floor were open wide. A spring breeze poured through them, carrying with it the damp warmth of earth freshly thawed. Marie walked over and stood in the doorway. The breeze played across her bare breasts and thighs. She quivered as a current of windswept between her legs, stroking her cunt and clit as it passed.
It was going to be a beautiful night! The countess was sending a young girl to her room. Her body had been aching all evening as she thought of the slender young body with its breasts just budding and the unspoiled hair still growing between her legs. Young girls were her lust. They had been her downfall, once. But that had been long ago.
She had taken a job as phys-ed teacher directly out of college. She had immediately developed deep relationships with many of her students. At that time, she had not known about her need. It had revealed itself slowly-an innocent arm around the shoulder of an upset girl, a peck on the cheek. Long, full kisses on the lips had followed and embraces as young breasts ground into hers.
Finally, there had been the night after school, in the girls' locker room with the door locked. She and the young girl had showered together. It had been innocent to start with until a kiss had led to a caress, then a touch, then fingers exploring each other's body until finally they had ended by tasting the other's sweetness beneath the warm water falling over their entangled bodies. More girls had followed in her office and at her apartment. From the beginning, she had known it wouldn't last.
The countess had approached her upon her release from prison. She had read about Marie in the papers. She was just opening the castle at White River and Marie's experience and record was just what she had been looking for. As the countess' assistant, Marie executed the countess' orders. She also directed the rehearsals for the pageant. The countess paid her little, but it didn't matter. Once or twice a week, a young girl turned up at her door, hers for the night. That was payment enough.
There was a light tap at the door. Marie slipped on her robe and went to answer it.
The young blonde backed away as the door opened. Marie could tell she was nervous and frightened. The countess was right. This would be her first time.
"Don't be afraid," Marie said softly. "Please. Come in for a minute."
"Bruno said you wanted to see me," the girl said in a quiet, shy voice.
The girl followed Marie across the bedroom. Marie motioned her to a large easy chair. The girl tried to pull her satin sheath over her knees as she sat. Though her breasts were still small, her nipples stood out against the fabric. Marie could see that she would be a large girl when she developed.
"Would you like a glass of sherry?" Marie asked.
The girl hesitated.
"It's quite all right," Marie laughed. "I won't tell anyone."
The girl's hand was trembling ever so slightly as she took the glass from Marie. Marie was careful not to let her fingers touch the girl's. She would have to move very carefully. One false step and she would frighten the girl off.
Marie settled herself into a chair directly across from the girl's. She carelessly brought one leg up, letting the robe fall to one side and exposing her white thigh and the very edge of her black pubic hair. She pretended she didn't notice even though it was a practiced move on her part.
"Let's see, now," Marie said. "If I remember, your name is...."
"Trina," the girl interjected.
"Trina," Marie said softly, smiling as she repeated the name.
The girl had taken several nervous sips of her wine. Marie brought her glass to her lips and ran her tongue around the rim as she stared at the girl. She was surprised when the girl returned her stare. Perhaps it wouldn't be so difficult after all.
"You have a beautiful voice," Marie said. "Your reading really turned me on."
The girl flushed but her stare remained steady.
"I could see that it was turning you on, too," Marie continued. "What were you doing behind the pulpit?"
The girl's face had turned a shade redder. "I was kind of excited," she said.
"Were you playing with yourself?" Marie asked.
"Sort of," the girl replied meekly.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of," Marie said. "Did you get your fingers up your cunt, or were you just touching yourself?"
"I was just touching myself through my dress," the girl said.
Marie laughed. "Such a waste of passion. You should have gotten yourself off. Nobody would have cared."
The girl was still nervous, but interested. Her pink tongue flicked out and over her lips. Her nipples had stiffened beneath her dress.
Marie shifted her leg, allowing her robe to slip and reveal half of her pubic mound. Her robe had parted in the front and she could see Trina's eyes boring into her partially exposed breast. The nipple, she knew, wouldn't quite be exposed.
"So," Marie said. "I asked you up here for a little talk. Just an informal chat between the two of us. No one knows about it and no one will. Do you understand?"
Trina nodded. Marie was speaking softly so the girl had to strain forward in her seat to hear.
"When you were rehearsing your masturbation scene today, I noticed that you were very nervous. I don't think you even came."
"No. I didn't." Trina said with some embarrassment.
"Did you ever finger yourself before you came to the castle?" Marie asked.
"Not really," Trina replied. "I used to touch my breasts, sometimes. But that was about all."
"So, you've never brought yourself to a climax."
"No," Trina said softly. "I never have."
"What made you so nervous today?"
Trina bit her lower lip and looked away. Her tiny nipples were jutting out against the bodice of her dress. Marie leaned forward and took the girl's hand in hers. The touch of hot young flesh against her hand sent a flash of heat pulsating into her clit. She could feel the button stirring and swelling between her legs.
"Please talk about it, Trina." She reached out and brushed her hand over the girl's soft blonde hair. "You can tell me. I promise I won't say anything."
Trina's hand tightened around hers. The girl's voice was almost inaudible as she spoke. "I try to enjoy it," she said. "I lay there and rub my clit like I was shown. It gets hard and I get all warm and wet inside. But then something happens. I start thinking about all the boys standing there watching me and getting hard-ons. Just the thought of those stiff cocks turns me off. I'm sorry." Her voice broke as if she were going to cry.
Marie got up and moved over to the arm of her chair. She put her arms around Trina and held her head against her breast. Trina's cheek pressed against her stiff nipple. The wetness was spreading between her legs. She wondered if the girl noticed her labored breathing and trembling hands. Trina relaxed against her and pressed her face into Marie's breast. Marie stroked her face then gently lifted it up until their eyes met.
"Don't you like stiff cocks?" she asked.
"No, I guess I don't. I've never really thought about it."
Marie kissed her lightly on the cheek. The girl didn't resist.
"Would it bother you to masturbate in front of a woman?" she asked.
Trina thought for a moment. "Not if she were somebody I trusted."
"Do you trust me?"
A glow spread across Trina's face. "Oh, yes, she said. "Very much."
Trina did not resist as Marie's lips closed on hers. The girl's arm went up and around Marie's neck. Both women were breathing heavily as their wet tongues probed the other's mouth.
Marie broke the kiss and held Trina's face in her hands. "Darling, will you do something for me?"
"Anything."
"I want you to take off your dress and lie down on the bed. There's a mirror overhead where you can see yourself. I'll tell you where to touch yourself. Do what I tell you until you come. If you bring yourself to climax here, it will be much easier in front of the other people."
Trina's eyes were two burning embers. Marie didn't wait for an answer. She pulled the girl to her feet. Marie's hands shook as she slipped the straps of Trina's dress over her slender shoulders. The dress fell to the floor with a swish. The buds of Trina's breasts stood out stiff and hard. Her swollen clit had thrust itself out from between the lips of her cunt.
Marie led Trina to the bed. Her eyes were glued to the pale limbs and the wisp of blonde hair between her legs as Trina arranged herself on the satin bedspread.
"Can you see yourself in the mirror?" Marie asked.
"Oh yes. I've never seen myself quite like this before."
"Watch yourself very carefully. Watch your body responding to your touch."
"What should I do first?" Trina asked.
"Stroke your breasts very lightly with the tips of your fingers. Touch every inch of them except your nipples. Don't touch your nipples until they're hard and begging for it. That's the most important thing about masturbation. Making your body beg for the next touch."
Trina moaned softly as the tips of her fingers passed over the swelling mounds. She stroked them on their tops and their sides. Her fingers would slide in to the very edge of her nipples, then dart back to continue their circular movement around the red buttons that were now hard and throbbing.
Trina gasped and bit her lower lip as she continued to stroke her breasts. Her legs were open and her hips rocked gently back and forth on the bed. Marie could see the juice starting to collect on the lips of her almost bare cunt. She was forcing her hands to stay at her sides. She didn't want to do anything that might break the warm spell that was growing up around the two females.
"Please!" Trina groaned. "They hurt so!"
"Take each nipple between your fingers. Gently squeeze them and knead them."
Trina's hips arched upward as her fingers closed around her nipples. The red buttons grew harder as they were squeezed. Trina's shoulders rocked back and forth. She had each nipple between her thumb and forefinger, rolling them back and forth as she watched her writhing body in the mirror over them.
"Now twist them as hard as you can!" Marie ordered. "Pull them out as far as they will go. Hurt them!"
Trina's cry cut through the bedroom as she twisted and tore at her nipples. The first shiny juice was beginning to appear on the soft flesh just below her gash. She pulled the nipples out and away from her breast, stretching the white skin of the mounds until it was taut and ready to tear. She sobbed as the pain shot through her breasts.
Marie loosened the belt of her robe and let it fall to the floor. Her cunt throbbed as she watched the twisting young girl on the bed. Her breasts were full and swollen as the ache coursed through them. She gripped one of the bedposts. With her legs apart, she ground her bulging clit against the hard wood, letting the wood cut into her as her hips jerked up and down.
"I can't help it," Marie gasped. "I gotta do something!"
"It feels so good!" Trina cried out.
Marie checked the jerk of her hips against the baseboard. She gripped the bedpost as hard as she could.
"Let your fingers trail down your stomach towards your pussy. Don't touch yourself. Not yet. The more you let it build up, the nicer it will be."
A spasm racked Trina's body as her fingers touched a lock of the curly hair between her legs. Her hands trembled as she kept them from plunging into her dew-drenched gash.
"The soft flesh of your thighs," Marie said. "Just below your cunt. Dig your nails in as hard as you can."
Trina's nails tore into the flesh, shiny and slippery with the juice pouring from her slit. Her legs were stretched to the breaking point. Her knees went up in the air as she dug in. She was screaming. Hoarse scream followed hoarse scream. Marie's hips were out of control as they jerked against the baseboard. She could feel her own juices running down the inside of her thighs.
"Now!" Marie screamed. "Jam them in! As far as they'll go! Tear your fucking womb out!"
Trina pushed and jumped against her hand. Her fingers were in up to the knuckles. Her other hand was locked around her wrist as she strained and shoved.
"I feel it! I feel it!" she screamed as her hips thrashed out of control. "Yes! Yes! It's happening! It's coming!" YES! YES! OHHOLYMOTHERFUCKINGGODH! COME! COME! BITCH FUCKING COME! AIYEEEEEEEE!!! "
It was a multiple orgasm, breaking wave after wave over the thrashing girl. Sweat and juice bathed her jerking limbs. She rose and humped on her hand, turning it inside of her as she stretched each orgasm out, trying to cling to the passion peaks sweeping across her like brush fires burning out of control.
Silence. Trina's hand was still up her cunt. She lay still with her eyes closed. Marie trembled as she pressed her slit against the baseboard, her juices coating the wood. She rubbed one burning nipple against the bedpost.
"Are you all right, Marie?" Trina was on her knees beside her.
"Christ, baby. I'm so horny. I haven't come, yet."
Trina ran her hand up and down Marie's back. The hand dropped below Marie's waist to her quivering buttocks. The tiny fingers dipped into the crack of her ass, then slid between her thighs where they were soaked in the warm juices.
"Oh honey, you are in a bad way," Trina whispered.
"Don't stop! Please! Your hand feels so good."
Suddenly, Trina was out of bed. She took Marie by the shoulders and turned her around. She lifted the older woman's hand above her head and made her grip the bedpost.
"Spread your legs," Trina whispered into her ear.
The kiss was long and deep. Marie began whimpering as Trina's warm tongue explored her mouth. Trina was hard against her, her slim hips between her thighs, her gash grinding into Marie's swollen cunt. Marie gripped the bedposts as she felt Trina's nipples spring to life against hers.
Trina's wet mouth traveled to her neck and shoulders. It left a shiny trail in its wake as it moved to her armpit, then downward to the pale mound of her breast. As Trina sucked the stiff nipple into her mouth, her fingers pinched the other nipple. Trina's thigh was between Marie's legs as the girl's pussy rode up and down her leg.
"Lick it baby! Lick it," Marie groaned between clenched teeth. She twisted and turned her shoulders, trying to force her breast further into Trina's mouth.
Trina dropped to her knees as her tongue wetted down Marie's stomach. She lapped and licked as she moved down Marie's thigh, shuddering as her tongue tasted the first of Marie's love juice.
"Stick it in!" Marie cried out. "All the way! As far up my cunt as it will go!" Marie thrust her hips out as she tried to capture the girl's tongue between the throbbing lips of her cunt.
Marie screamed and jerked against the baseboard as the tiny tongue plunged into her gash. Trina's hands dug into her buttocks as the girl pulled Marie's sex hard against her face. The tongue twisted and turned as it explored the warmth of Marie's womb.
Marie's fingers dug into the girl's blonde hair as she humped her face. Trina's cheeks and nose were covered with Marie's cream as she continued to eat the thrashing pussy. Her tongue moved to Marie's swollen clit as she slid two fingers into Marie's slit, twisting the fingers upward and pulling the clit further into her mouth.
"Yes! Yes! Just like that!" Marie screamed. "Don't stop you little bitch. You little blonde bitch! Now! Now! NOW! IT'S GUSHING! IT'S GUSHING! IT'S FUCKING GUSHING!!! SHIIIIIIII!!!!
Hot liquid poured over Trina's face and hands as Marie came. Trina placed her open mouth against the pulsating cunt and let the juice flood her mouth. She swallowed as fast as she could as a second climax racked Marie's body. Her frantic fingers found Marie's ass and forced themselves up her anus. Marie forced her cunt harder down on her face until she was sure her neck would snap.
As the last climax flooded Marie's body, they sank to the floor, Trina's mouth still glued to Marie's slit. Trina was on her back. Marie raised herself on her hands and slid her wet sex down the girl's body, pausing at her breasts to coat her tiny buds with a film of juice. Marie straddled the girl's slender hips as her clit found Trina's swollen button. They lay with their arms around each other as they ground their clits together.
"You were beautiful," Marie finally murmured into Trina's ear.
"I never knew how wonderful it could be," Trina said.
"It comes quite naturally to you. That little tongue of yours has a mind of its own," Marie said.
"Isn't it terrible? I want to eat every pussy in the place," Trina giggled.
"Honey, if it makes you happy, I'll see that you lick them all."
"Can I spend the night?" Trina asked.
"Try to leave," Marie whispered as she nuzzled Trina's neck. "I've got a few more tricks to show you."
"I think I'm about ready, again," Marie said softly through parted lips.
CHAPTER FOUR
Mark checked his watch and sank further back into the bushes. He had seen no sign of life in the house across the street since Sharon went in. That was a half-hour ago. He had been watching the large picture window to see if anyone else was at home. So far, he had seen only Sharon as she moved back and forth between the kitchen and the bedroom. She had changed out of her slacks and sweater into a cotton housecoat. She was probably in the kitchen putting the groceries away.
Sharon had not changed that much since he had seen her last. That had been six years ago. She still wore her dark hair in a neat pageboy that set off her round face and full lips. Her breasts were as firm and as full as they'd ever been and her hips still had a liquid flow to them when she walked. She looked no different than any other small-town housewife he had ever seen, except that as a girl she had seen service with the countess. Looking at her, no one would ever guess that every crack and opening in her body had been filled with cock, fingers, tongues and plastic dildoes.
Sharon and Judy had roomed together at the castle. It was during their time in service that Mark had lost his temper at school and broken the principal's jaw. The fight with his old man had followed. That afternoon, Mark had jumped a freight out of town, following railroad tracks and highways to New York where he had signed on a tramp steamer bound for Lybia.
He and Judy had been lovers. Her spread thighs had given him the only release he could find. His lust and rage poured out with his white cum each time he humped her. She had not wanted service with the countess, but she had had no choice. Halfway into her service his rage had finally snapped.
They had written for several years. Then one day, the letters stopped abruptly. He'd had no idea why until he returned to White River and spent a terrifying day at the state hospital.
Spotting Sharon had been a stroke of luck. He had seen her coming out of the supermarket, both arms full of groceries. She had married Fred Haley who had taken over his father's hardware store following his graduation from Ohio State. Apparently, they had no children.
Mark checked his watch again. He was fairly certain that she was alone. The small bungalow stood off the road. It was surrounded by thick shrubbery. It would conceal him while he checked several of the windows to be sure.
Sharon was in the kitchen. She was standing perfectly still, staring into space. Her eyes had a far-away look as if she were lost in a distant thought or memory. Her housecoat was open in the front. She had nothing on underneath. Her cunt was small and tight, covered with a small tuft of black hair. The front of the housecoat covered her breasts though Mark could see her tiny nipples jutting out against the cotton.
The window was open to let in the spring air. A radio played soft music on the counter. A smile spread over Sharon's face. She twirled around several times as if she were doing a dance. The housecoat flared out and away from her body revealing her firm thighs and rounded buttocks. The coat fell away from her breasts and revealed the dark nipples peaking each white orb.
She walked over to the wall phone and settled herself on the kitchen stool that stood under it. She had not bothered to close the housecoat and Mark could see that her nipples had stiffened. Her fingers trembled as she dialed a number.
She sat biting her fingernails nervously as the phone rang. Her face lit up when a voice answered at the other end.
"Baby? It's me." Her face was flushed. She sat on the stool with her legs parted. Her free hand massaged the back of her neck.
Mark heard the muffled sound of an angry voice at the other end.
"I know, honey. I'm sorry I called you at work. But I just had to."
The voice said something, not quite as loud as before.
"Fred's at the store. He won't be home until later this evening."
Sharon's hand continued to rub her neck. Her breasts were rising and falling as her breath picked up. She was biting her lip as the voice said something.
"I don't know why I called. I was putting away the groceries when I thought of you with a hard-on. Oh, baby, it was so real. like I could feel it all the way up me, I could feel it in my mouth."
Sharon shifted her buttocks on the stool. She brought both feet back and locked them in the rungs at the bottom of the stool. Her knees and thighs were still wide apart. Mark could see that her labia were beginning to swell. Apprehension spread across her face as she listened.
"Who told you that?" she asked. "Sure I fucked him! You know how I am, honey. He was available and hot. Shit! I needed it and you weren't around! God, why are you teasing me like this? I didn't call just to listen to you chew my ass out."
The voice on the other end rose in excitement. Sharon was gripping the receiver with both hands.
"I'll make it up to you, baby! I promise! Listen! ... Listen! Are you in your office? Are you alone? Please, do what I say! Close your door and tell your secretary you're taking a long-distance call or something and don't want to be disturbed."
Sharon's hips rocked back and forth as she waited. Mark could see that she was wet. Her slit glistened and he could hear her heavy breathing through the window. Mark's cock was rigid against his pants as he watched. In the back of his mind he thought about tearing himself away from the window until she had finished. But he stood rooted to the spot, his hand gripping the window sill.
"Good!" Sharon said. Her hand dropped to her breast as she ran her fingers lightly over her nipple. The tiny red button tightened as her breast swelled under her hand. "Do you know what I'm doing now, baby? I'm sitting in the kitchen with nothing on except my housecoat. I've got it open in the front and I'm playing with my tit, getting the nipple all stiff and hard. I can feel my pussy getting all hot and damp. Oh, God, baby! I'm thinking about your cock, about your big red knob when I play with it!"
There was a murmuring on the other end of the wire. Sharon whimpered as the voice caressed her ears.
"Take it out of your pants and stroke it, baby. Let's phone fuck. We can come together. Oh, baby," she moaned. "I'm squeezing my tit as hard as I can. My fucking legs are so wide they're ready to pop out of my hips. My clit's like a rock. I can feel it pushing out, begging to be fingered and licked. I can see you right here, on your knees with your tongue twisting and turning up my cunt, one of your fingers up my ass."
Sharon's nails dug into her flesh as her fingers moved down toward her cunt. They left red marks on the soft flesh of her white stomach. She dragged them over the top of her thigh to her knee and then returned up the inside until they reached the damp hair between her legs. She groaned as the fingernails began flicking her clit.
"I feel it, baby! I feel it! I'm on my knees. Your cock's filling my mouth. I can feel it throbbing between my lips. I'm playing with your balls. They're hard and swollen. I can feel the cum filling them."
Sharon moaned as one finger slipped between the lips of her cunt. She shoved it in as far as it would go and then took it out. She brought the shiny finger to her mouth and licked it clean of her juice.
"I just tasted myself, baby. I'm all wet and sopping between my legs. I can feel cum juice seeping out through my crack and dribbling down to my ass-hole. I'm ready, baby! I'm hot and ready! I'm going to put the phone between my legs so you can hear me finger-fucking myself."
Sharon ran her fingers over the length of her gash. Her hips jerked as she parted the lips, the pink flesh of her cunt flashing against her black pubic hair. She screamed, her whole body jerked as she sank three fingers into her crack. Her body quivered as she pumped the fingers in and out, hooking them against the top of her cunt so that her hand mashed against her clit. She held the telephone next to her cunt and let the wet lapping sounds of her busy fingers travel over the wires to the other end.
"I'm getting there, baby!" she screamed at the receiver between her legs. "I'm getting myself off! I'm going to come into the phone! You're going to smell me and taste me right where you are!"
She took her fingers out of her cunt and gripped the receiver with both hands. She jammed the earpiece against her swollen lips. At first they resisted the hard plastic pressing against them. But she twisted and turned until they parted and the receiver slipped into her womb. Her body was rigid. She was bent over her spread thighs, still gripping the receiver with both hands as she jammed it in and out of her cunt. She was screaming as loud as she could into the mouthpiece.
"It's starting! It's starting! I can see you, baby! You're ready, I know it! I can see you stroking your cock! It's swelling, getting harder! Your hips are jerking! You're crying out. The first white wad's shooting out! And the next! It's still coming out! Pouring out through the slit and over your hand! Pump it, baby! Pump it! It's coming! Baby! BABY! .YES! YES! COMING! COMING! HUMPING FUCKING BABY! HUMP! HUMP! FUCK!!! ARGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Sharon slumped against the back of the stool. Her trembling body was bathed in perspiration. She eased the receiver out of her cunt and brought it to her lips. Her hungry tongue licked it clean as she talked to the voice on the other end. She spoke in an urgent whisper, too soft for Mark to make out.
Mark dropped to the ground beneath the window. He let his back rest against the house as he stretched out his cramped legs. He rubbed the bulge in his pants. His cock was rock-hard and his balls ached from the pressure of the cum that had flowed into them. All he could think about was dropping between Sharon's thighs and popping her off with hard flesh instead of cold plastic. He tried to concentrate. He couldn't fuck her, yet. He had to find out what she knew about Judy.
Above him, he heard the receiver being returned to its cradle as Sharon hung up. The floor creaked as she left the kitchen. Mark decided he would give her a few minutes to compose herself before he slipped in.
He struggled to his feet when he heard her return. She had combed her hair and washed her face. The housecoat was buttoned up the front. Once again, she looked like a young, small-town housewife putting her groceries away.
Mark left the window and slipped around to the back door. It was unlocked. The foyer inside doubled as the landing of the cellar stairs. It was only a few steps up to the kitchen. Mark stepped down carefully on each step, being sure it wouldn't creak before he put his full weight on it.
Sharon's back was to him as he stepped into the kitchen. She was reaching up, putting cans of vegetables on the shelf of the cupboard above her. Her housecoat had ridden up the back of her thighs. Mark could see the bottom of her buttocks and the dark curls of hair between her legs. Mark swore to himself as his cock stirred to life again. For a brief second he thought of freeing it and plunging it into her cunt before she knew what was happening. He shook off the impulse.
"Hello, Sharon," he said softly.
Several cans thudded to the floor as Sharon spun around. Fear moved across her face as she saw the tall, lean figure standing by the cellar door.
"Who are you?" she screamed. "What are you doing here?"
Her hand groped along the counter behind her until it found the butcher knife. Her fingers closed around the handle and she whipped it around in front of her, the long blade pointing toward Mark's chest.
"Okay, buddy boy," she snarled. "I don't know who you are and I don't really give a fuck! Just turn yourself around and go out the way you came in before I slice your fucking balls off."
Mark smiled. "I guess you don't recognize me," he said calmly.
Sharon's ears perked up. Her brows creased as she tried to place the vaguely familiar voice. She studied the chiseled features carefully, the straight nose, the hard angles of the cheeks, the thin, tight lips.
The knife clattered to the floor. "Mark!" she screamed as she flew across the kitchen and threw her arms around his neck. She kissed his cheeks and face as she laughed. "You crazy bastard! You could've gotten yourself killed! Why didn't you let me know you were coming?"
"Sorry, honey," Mark said as he hugged her tightly. "It had to be that way."
"But how long have you been in town?"
"About a week.
"You fuckhead!" Sharon squealed. "Don't you bother to let your friends know?"
Suddenly she gasped. Her hand went to her open mouth. "Oh shit, baby. You've been to the hospital, haven't you?"
Mark's eyes hardened as he nodded.
Sharon leaned her head against his shoulder. "Oh honey, I'm sorry. I must have started to write you about it ten times. I just didn't know how or what to say."
"It's not your fault," Mark said as he stroked the back of her head. "What could you have said? It's better that you didn't write. I would have jumped ship."
"It was so sudden," Sharon said. "One day she was fine. The next day she was a vegetable. Nobody knows why. The doctors still can't figure out what's wrong."
"What happened?" Mark asked, his voice cold.
Sharon turned and sat down at the kitchen table, She jammed her fingers into her hair as she leaned her forehead against her hand.
"Shit! What happened to all of us? We're all fucked up in the head, all of us who were in service with that bitch countess!" She spit the words out as the bitterness welled up in her. "Nobody comes out of that place with a full deck. Judy and I were the only ones who stayed around town. The others all split for Chicago or New York or the Coast. We'd get stories back here about how they were drinking and fucking until they finally dropped dead. Goddamn cemetery's littered with their corpses. Not a fucking one over thirty-five."
Sharon held back a sob. Mark walked over and rested a hand on her shoulder. Tension had made it as hard as a rock.
"You don't know how it was," she continued, her voice breaking. "Six months in that place, feeling things in our bodies we'd never felt before. We were young, impressionable. By the time we left, we were convinced that was the way it was supposed to be all the time. It wasn't bad at first. We'd get together for parties. Orgies they were. Then graduation came. We started getting tired of each other, looking for bigger thrills, always chasing after the ultimate climax as if that was the only thing that mattered. One by one, everyone drifted away until only Judy and I were left."
She bit her lip as a tear rolled down her cheek. Mark noticed a bottle of bourbon sitting on the counter. He splashed some into a tumbler and gave it to Sharon. She downed it in one gulp. As her nerves settled, she continued.
"Judy and I tried everything. We hustled every cock and cunt in town. We didn't even realize that we'd become the town sluts, available individually or as a pair. We tried everything we could think of on each other. Always trying to squeeze the big one out of our bodies. Shit! I still have the biggest collection of dildoes and sex devices in the state. What doesn't run on batteries is operated by pullies. The day before she cracked up, we were holding lit cigarettes against each other's nipples, just to see if that would do anything for us."
She held up her empty glass. Mark poured more bourbon into it. Anger had turned his blood to ice. Nothing in Judy's letters had indicated how bad it had been. They had been light, airy. The typical letter of a young girl to her boyfriend at sea. He looked at the woman sitting at the kitchen table, nearly burnt-out before she was thirty. He winced as he imagined her and Judy in bed together, mouths glued to each other's cunt. Did they ever perform in public? Turning on a roomful of men before taking cock after cock up their gashes and up their asses. Sucking off as many as they could until every orifice was filled to the brim with the white cum of strangers?
He had seen the countess only once, before he had left. He could remember only her face and her long, slender throat, the throat he was going to slit open with the knife tucked under his shirt.
He leaned over Sharon and stroked her hair. "Look, you don't have to go on if you don't want to," he said, softly.
She shook her head. "Please! I want to. There's not one goddamn person in this town I can talk to."
"My God," Mark said. "Couldn't you two have gone to the authorities? At least have her shut down?"
"There was no one, Mark. Not a soul! Everybody thinks she's so wonderful. Shit! I tried going to my old lady and she got all sorts of pissed off. Accused me of being disrespectful and ungrateful. No. She's got too firm a grip on the town. Everybody's just as happy to keep their heads in the sand."
Mark gripped the hilt of his knife. The few doubts that had been plaguing him about his plan were quickly dissolving. Sharon stared out into space as she continued.
"So, Judy finally cracked. They found her one morning curled up in her bedroom sucking her thumb. She hasn't spoken or seen anything since. Nobody expects she ever will. I guess everything just hit her at once and she couldn't take it."
Sharon buried her face in her hands. Mark massaged her shoulders until they stopped shaking.
"Anyway," she went on, "it didn't take too many smarts to figure out that I was going the same route. It scared the shit out of me. So I cleaned myself up. Stopped drinking, no more balling. Within a week I was a demure little thing. That's when Fred and I started dating. Poor Fred. Nicest guy in the whole fucking town. Gentle, steady. Never complains or says a word. Within a couple of months we were married. I really thought I had it licked. Then after six months it started again. I missed the thrills, the excitement, the novelty. Fred was a pedestrian lover. I simply needed more. So I'm pretty much back to where I was before Judy cracked up."
She leaned her head back against Mark's thigh and looked up at him.
"What do I do, Mark?"
Mark cradled her face in her hand. "Hang on," he said. "At least you're not lying to yourself."
"What kind of hope is that?"
"I can promise you one thing. The kids that are up there now are the last ones who will ever see the inside of that place." An icy light burned in his eyes as he spoke.
Sharon's eyebrows shot up as her mouth dropped open. "My God! What are you planning to do?"
Mark put his fingers to her lips. "I don't want you to know. I don't want you involved in any way. If the police ever ask, you didn't even know I was in town. Nobody saw me coming here and nobody's going to see me leave."
She pressed his fingers into the warm flesh of her lips. "Thank you," she said softly. "I'd thought of the same thing, but I never had the guts to go through with it."
"Don't worry about it," Mark said softly.
Her head was still against his thigh. She slid her face across the rough fabric of his jeans until her forehead was against the bulge in his pants. She looked up. Her fingers trailed back and forth along the length of the bulge. Her eyes glittered as a burning glow started building in them. "You know I can't help it," she said as she felt his cock coming to life beneath her hand.
Mark smiled. "Not much you can do with a telephone," he said.
"You bastard!" Sharon laughed. "You saw that little performance."
"I liked what I saw," Mark said. Sharon's hand squeezed his cock, then dropped down between his legs and began massaging his balls. Her other hand came up and worked the zipper down. Her eager lips and mouth were waiting as the throbbing rod of flesh sprang free.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she said as her mouth closed around his cock. Her tongue worked back and forth over the knob, wetting down the head and slit. Mark loosened his belt and let the pants fall to the floor. His shirt followed. Sharon's tongue and lips traveled down the length of the shaft and closed around his balls. Mark could see her nipples swelling beneath her housecoat.
"Hurry!" she gasped. "Follow me!"
Sharon was naked by the time they reached the bedroom. Her housecoat lay discarded in the hallway. As soon as the door was closed, Sharon started dropping to her knees. Mark seized her by the shoulders and slammed her against the wall. "I got a good look at it while you were on the phone," he gasped. "Now I want to taste it."
"Hurry up, baby! It's all wet and ready for you!"
Mark licked her thighs. Her clit was hard. He took it between his teeth. Sharon moaned and dug her fingers into his hair as he bit down. She brought one leg up and over his shoulder, pulling his face into her wet cunt. His mouth engulfed her swollen labia as he sucked first one pulsating lip and then the other. Her hips ground against his face as her juices mingled with his saliva. The taste of her dampness flooded his mouth as his tongue slid up her gash to her clit where it licked the little button while her hips picked up momentum. His tongue ran back down her gash to the soft flesh between her cunt and her ass. She threw her leg out, opening her thighs as his tongue sought her anus. She let out a cry as it began probing at the tight brown hole.
The tongue returned to her cunt. Mark spread her oozing juices over her labia. Then, without warning, he plunged his tongue into her gash as far as it would
"Yes!" Sharon screamed. "All the way! Dig it in! Bite me! Eat me!" Trickles of perspiration ran down her face and neck, across her swollen breasts and taut nipples. Her stomach heaved in and out as Mark's tongue squirmed up her cunt like a snake. Her nails dug into his shoulders and she could feel his warm blood coating her fingers.
Sharon's juices had drenched Mark's face. Both feet were off the ground, locked together behind him as her thighs and cunt engulfed his head and face. Mark couldn't breathe, but he didn't care. He wanted to force his tongue up her sex as far as it would go. He could feel her hands pounding on his head as her hips jerked and thrashed.
Only when his lungs were crying for breath did he break the grip of her thighs. He seized the trembling girl and threw her across the bedroom. She landed on the bed face down. Instinctively, she went up on her knees, her quivering buttocks inviting him to sink his cock between them.
"Give it to me doggy-style!" she screamed into the covers. "Backside me, baby!" She reached between her legs and began pulling at her clit with her fingers. Rivulets of liquid ran down the insides of her stretched thighs.
In a flash, Mark was on his knees behind her. A steady ache radiated from his balls, his hot cum ready to pump into her sopping cunt. He dipped his fingers into her gash and coated his cock with her dew. He pressed the knob against her humping labia. With a loud cry, Sharon backed into him, pinioning herself on his shaft. Her buttocks heaved and thumped and jerked against his stomach. She was on her hands and knees, her head thrown back and she howled her passion to the bedroom walls. Her back arched and dipped as she rode Mark's cock. The damp odor of her sex drifted up between the cheeks of her ass and filled Mark's nostrils.
"Yea! Yea! Yea!" she cried. "I feel it! I fucking feel it all the way up to my throat! Backside me! Backside me! You fucking animal! Fucking ramrod! Faster! Faster! Higher! Yea! Yea! Higher! Now! Now! NOW!!!! " CREAM ME!!! CREAM ME!!! AAAAimiYYYYYYEEEEEE!!!! "
Sharon's scream was a hand closing on Mark's balls. He cried out as wad after wad of his pent-up cum flowed into her thrashing pussy like a velvet thread being pulled out the length of his cock. He pumped and plunged against her as the white liquid splashed out, flecks of it dotting her thighs, pumping as hard as he could until they both fell to the bed.
The two panting bodies lay still. Both were drenched in each other's sweat. Sharon's hair was plastered to her face and her cheek. Her mouth hung open as she sucked in deep draughts of air.
When he had caught his breath, Mark rolled off her onto his back. She slid over and snuggled her head into his shoulder.
"If only you'd been around a few years ago," she murmured, her eyes half-closed. "Maybe I wouldn't be so screwed up."
Mark pulled her closer to him. Her shoulders rose and fell as if she were asleep. Warmth came from her body as it lay next to him, a warmth he'd never felt in all his wanderings. Yet, he knew he'd never see her again. Both of them were part of a scheme neither had asked for or designed. Both had to carry out their respective parts-she toward her own destruction, he toward the countess' death. They had been fortunate to chance upon each other, yet nothing more would or could come of it. A sadness in Sharon's voice when she spoke told Mark that she understood the same thing.
"Is it evening, yet?" Sharon asked.
"Not yet," Mark said. "The sun's just starting down."
"You'll have to go, soon."
Mark didn't reply.
"You're determined to go through with it?" She asked.
"There's no choice," Mark said.
"Is there anything I could do to help?"
Mark thought for a minute. "There is," he said. "I still don't have any idea how the castle is laid out. I checked a couple of places to see if there are any blue prints. All those were destroyed when the original courthouse burned."
"God, honey. That place is burned into my mind."
Mark raised up on his elbow and looked at her.
"Sure," Sharon said. "I was the countess' little darling. She had me all over that place."
"I'll need entrances, the layout of the basement, the location of stairs leading to the upstairs and the location of the countess' room."
"Do you know when you're going to do it?"
Mark shook his head. "I'm not sure when the best time would be," he said.
"If she's still on the original schedule, the spring pageant would be on Friday. That would be an ideal time. Everybody would be attending so you could get in without being noticed. And I know she goes into these terrible withdrawals after the pageants are over. Stays in her room for weeks, until a new group of children arrives. All you'd have to do is wait for her. It would give you plenty of time to get out of town before she was discovered."
Mark kissed her lightly on the lips. "You're a doll," he said.
"No time for that," she said as she pushed him away. "Let me get a pencil and paper. Fred will be home shortly."
Their eyes caught. Both started to speak, but remained silent. Sharon got out of bed. Mark closed his eyes and listened as she rummaged for a paper and pencil, his earlier rage and passion now a deep sadness.
CHAPTER FIVE
Deborah spun around. She hurled the bottle of mouthwash across the bedroom. It smashed against the far wall, splattering glass and liquid over the floor. She spit the green fluid out of her mouth, spraying a nearby dresser.
"Watch it!" Linda whined from the bed. "You'll stain my dress."
"Shit!" Deborah snapped. "I can still taste his fucking cum."
Linda snorted. "I've never seen anybody get so worked up over a little blow-job."
"I told them I didn't want anything to do with the little bastard. I can't stand the sight of him. 'There, there, dear,' they said. 'Just close your eyes and imagine it's someone else.' Bastards! They'll be wishing it was someone else when I throw up for their fucking pageant!"
"Christ!" Linda said, going back to her magazine. "If your pussy's as hot as your temper, you must be some lay."
"How would you know, you little slut?" Deborah's voice was coiled and cruel.
"Hey! Whaddya climbing all over me for? I didn't do anything."
"The fuck you didn't!" Deborah screamed. "Where were you last night? I thought we had a date. Remember? You wanted to practice your lousy technique."
Linda shrugged her shoulders. "Me and Tony got distracted. Figured we needed more practice."
Deborah glared at the nude blonde sprawled across the bed. She knew her ugly mood wasn't Linda's fault. She had been trying to keep quiet all evening. But her nerves were ready to snap. The day had been an agony. They had finally forced her to suck Bobby Walker's cock. Bruno had been there with his riding crop, his presence a silent warning. He and Marie had watched as she had dropped to her knees and taken his pecker in her mouth. Bruno had remained impassive while Marie had whispered encouragement and advice. She had been sure she would start gagging as Bobby's knob pushed against the back of her throat. She had looked up as Bobby cried out and the hot liquid started flooding her mouth. Bobby's eyes had glowed with arrogant triumph as if he and he alone, had forced her to her knees. He would never know how close he had come to having his cock bitten off.
Deborah stood over the bed with her legs spread. Her hands rested on her hips as her breasts rose and fell to the rhythm of her heavy breathing. like Linda, she was nude, getting ready to take a shower.
She had been hurt by last night. After so much hardness up her cunt and in her mouth she had been aching for something soft against her. When she and the boy had come back to the room to practice their rectal sex, she had told him that she was feeling ill from the meal. After he left, she had showered, then anointed her nipples and clit with musk oil.
The hours had passed slowly as she waited for Linda to appear, dreaming of wet labia closing around her face. Finally, half-asleep and drowsy, she had gotten herself off with her fingers and drifted off. Linda still hadn't returned when she left for breakfast in the morning.
Deborah's rage surged up as she watched Linda reading. Linda was totally absorbed in the magazine. She turned the pages in a dream-like trance. She lay on her side with one leg drawn up, her slit visible through the downy pubic hair between her legs.
Linda squirmed on the bed as she became conscious of Deborah's glare. Finally she looked up. "Don't you have anything better to do than stand there like a fucking statue?" she asked in exasperation.
"I'd love to," Deborah snarled. "I'm just waiting for you to give me my magazine back."
Linda slammed the magazine down in her lap. "You're too fucking much! Where do you get this 'my magazine' shit? See! See!" she yelled as she shook the magazine in Deborah's face. "Remember, now? You were with me when I bought the fucking thing. You even suggested it."
With a cat-like flash Deborah tore the magazine from Linda's hands. "You he, slut. Stupid shit! Your fucking pussy and brains are up that fucking ass-hole you were getting reamed last night!"
Linda sprang from the bed, her eyes aflame. "Cunt!" she screamed. "Lousy priss slit, too fucking good to have your mealy mouth filled with cum!"
Fingernails flashing, the two girls sprang at each other. Each had the other by the hair, as they pushed and strained, their, elbows digging cruelly into the other's breasts.
Linda had the advantage with her size. With a cry she shoved Deborah over backwards to the floor. The fall took Deborah's breath away. She gasped for air as Linda pounded her head against the floor. The blonde's nude body was sprawled across Deborah, keeping her pinned to the floor with her weight.
Deborah worked one hand free. She pushed against Linda's shoulder with all her might, then dug her sharp nails into Linda's breast.
Linda screamed and drew back. Deborah jammed an elbow into her throat and flung her to one side. Linda was on her back.
Before she could recover, Deborah's hand landed on her stomach, straddling Linda's thrashing body. Deborah drew back and drove her fist into Linda's mouth. Linda cried out as spittle flew from her lips. Linda wormed a hand between Deborah's legs. She sank her nails into the brunette's cunt. Deborah's hips jerked up. Linda's fist lashed out. Deborah screamed as it flattened her breast. She fell backward over Linda's legs, holding the throbbing orb with both hands. Linda's nails raked her thighs as the blonde struggled to her feet. Deborah kicked at her. Linda grabbed the foot and twisted. Deborah's legs were spread as she flopped over on to her stomach. Linda aimed a kick at her exposed gash. It missed and struck the inside of her thigh.
Linda threw herself on top of Deborah. Locked together, the two nude bodies rolled across the bedroom floor, grunting and swearing as they tore and dug at each other with their nails. They crashed into the dresser and broke free of each other.
On their feet again, they circled each other warily. Both bodies were glistening with perspiration. A purple bruise was forming on Deborah's breast. Long scratches ran up and down her shiny flanks. Their anger had cooled. Yet, once started, neither knew how to end the fight. Their budding breasts heaved up and down as they struggled to get their breath back.
Deborah dove and struck Linda's legs. The blonde went crashing to the floor. As she fell, her legs wrapped themselves around Deborah's head, squeezing the brunette's face between her thighs. Deborah's nails clawed frantically at her stomach as the brunette tried to struggle free. Linda braced herself with her hands and raised her buttocks off the floor as she bent Deborah's head back as far as it would go. She felt Deborah screaming into the flesh of her thighs.
Deborah managed to twist her head around. She couldn't see. Something soft was against her face, pressing against her eyes and nose. The sweet odor of warm female sex filled her nostrils. She was pressed against the silken hair and full labia of Linda's slit. She ignored the sharp pains shooting up and down her neck and back. Her nails stopped their scratching as her hands flattened and began caressing Linda's stomach, spreading blood and perspiration over the soft white flesh. She raised her head until her nose and mouth were against Linda's sex. Her anger was now a throbbing ache between her legs as she began to tongue the outer lips of Linda's cunt.
Linda felt the tiny tongue probing at her gash. She groaned as her rage crossed the thin line over to passion. She lowered herself until she was on her back, her head rolling back and forth as another groan forced itself out from between her parted lips. She relaxed her grip on Deborah's head, letting her legs fall apart as the brunette's tongue found her clit. Juices filled her gash as the tongue explored the cracks and crevices of her cunt.
"You crazy bitch," Linda groaned. "Don't stop! I need you! I want your mouth!"
Deborah's fingers had found the crack of Linda's ass. They worked themselves between her buttocks until they found the brown opening of her anus.
"Stick it in, baby," Linda moaned. "Ah the way. As far as it will go." She gasped as the finger began worming its way past her sphincter muscle. Her hips lifted as it twisted its way up her rectum. Deborah's tongue was up her cunt, tasting the wet dampness of her womb. Linda's hips heaved as the first of her juices flowed out of her slit and across Deborah's face.
"Give me your cunt!" Linda screamed. "I want to taste you! Please! Rub your pussy in my face!"
Linda watched as Deborah's buttocks rose and swung around. Her eyes were glued to the swollen labia and wet slit as it descended on her face. Her tongue was up Deborah's cunt before the brunette had even settled her hips firmly on her mouth. The two tongues now lashed at the throbbing cunt glued to their mouths as hips jerked and bucked. Breasts were flattened against stomachs as each girl gripped the other's thighs, trying to spread them wider and sink their tongues deeper into the dew-drenched slits.
Linda came first, her mouth flush against Deborah's cunt as her screams vibrated to the depths of the brunette's womb. Deborah's hips went into spasm after spasm, herself screaming into Linda's wet sex. Linda eagerly swallowed as Deborah's juices poured into her mouth. She felt the other girl frantically licking as her blonde juices poured out her slit and onto the floor. When the final wave had passed, both girls lay still, their faces still between the other's legs. Finally, Linda rolled over onto her side as she eased Deborah's limp body to the floor.
The brunette sagged in her arms as she lifted her to her feet. Deborah's eyes still glowed as Linda kissed her. Silently, their arms around each other, the two girls walked towards the bathroom.
The hot jets of water washed away the perspiration and love juice from the two girls who were embracing each other beneath the shower head. Their wet nipples slipped and slid across each other as they rubbed the downy hair of their muffs together.
"It was so beautiful," Deborah whispered into Linda's ear.
"I don't know why we waited so long," Linda said.
"I never dreamed another girl could taste and feel so good," Deborah said as she ran her hand up and down Linda's back.
"God!" Linda moaned. "I can still feel your tongue licking my slit."
"I know," Deborah giggled. "Your clit's hard."
"You little slut," Linda laughed as she slapped Deborah lightly on the buttocks.
Deborah's face became serious. She buried it in Linda's neck. "Oh, honey," she said. "I feel so terrible about what I did tonight."
"That's all right, baby," Linda crooned. "It was worth it." She pulled the slippery body closer to her as her hand dropped down to Deborah's buttocks. "Do you want to talk about what's bothering you?" she asked.
"Everything," I guess," Deborah said. "It all came together. like last night, when I was waiting for you to come back. I suddenly realized how much I wanted you. It'd never occurred to me before. All this time I've been enthralled by your body. I use to watch you when you read. The way you draw your leg up. I'd sit there and stare at your slit. Or when you were wearing panties, it drove me insane. I'd sit there and dream about what your cunt was doing when you walked or moved. And nights, sometimes. I'd wake up and listen to you masturbating across the room. My slit would get wet and I'd want to get up and crawl under the covers with you. But I never had the nerve. Instead, I'd lay awake until you were finished. When you'd fallen back to sleep, I'd slip into the bathroom and hump a corner of the sink until I came. God, I hated that! Rubbing my clit against cold porcelain and biting down on my fingers so I wouldn't cry out, all the time wanting your tongue down there instead of the sink."
"We're both stupid," Linda said. "Those nights you heard me finger-fucking myself, I was dreaming about you. There have been so many times I've started to say something, but you always seemed so uptight and nervous. I almost passed out when you agreed to let me practice my lez routine on you. I wanted to come back, last night. But fucking Tony had a hard-on that wouldn't stop. Bastard wouldn't let me go until I'd gotten it down. By the time that happened, I was so tired I couldn't have crawled back to the room, let alone walked."
"I love you," Deborah sighed as her arms went up and around Linda's neck. Their lips parted as they kissed, their wet tongues tasting each other's mouth.
Linda broke the kiss and stared into Deborah's eyes. "This place is really getting to you, isn't it?"
"I don't think I can take it much longer," she said. "My nerves are almost to the snapping point. Every time that fucking countess opens her mouth I want to spring on her and tear her face off."
Linda took Deborah's face in both hands and held it up toward her. "Listen! We've only got a few more days until the pageant. Then we'll be out of here. Just hang on until then."
Deborah's lips trembled. "I don't know if I can."
"Honey! Have you forgotten tonight already? It's different now. We have each other. No matter what happens during the day, you know you can come back here. I'll be waiting for you. I'll love you and make you better again."
Deborah's shoulders heaved as she sobbed. Linda gently kissed the tears away. She licked Deborah's face until the brunette's mouth sought her tongue. The two girls ground their hips against each other as their clits stiffened.
"Hey!" Linda said as she broke the kiss. "Let's get dried off. "We've got a lot of catching up to do before the lights go out."
"Can we try rubbing our clits together?" Deborah asked, her eyes lighting up.
"That's the spirit," Linda laughed. She reached out and turned the water off.
Neither girl knew what time it was when their exhausted bodies finally fell apart and they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.
CHAPTER SIX
White River's curiosity about the Countess peaked' twice a year when the strangers arrived on the 4:40 train out of Chicago. The members of the group were always different with the exception of the man and woman who seemed to be the leaders. Between their arrival and the time they were picked up by the car from the castle they never spoke to anyone, except for the few words, heavily accented, needed to gather their luggage together.
Miller, the station agent, was no help. In his years of watching passengers come and go, he had become the town expert at reading faces. Usually he could look at a stranger and from the set of the eyes and the lines around the mouth and nose, sketch in the person's background and origin. But he could tell nothing about the group that descended on the town in the spring and the fall. Their faces were too foreign, he claimed. He had nothing he could relate them to.
This annoyed Miller. Each time they appeared, he knew he was in for a week of ribbing and teasing. Howie Blasedale would rail at him in a drunken rage, while Sheriff Barnes leaned back in his chair and shook his head as Miller groped for words and tried to explain why the strangers were so difficult to figure out. He always sighed with relief when they finally returned from the castle and got on the train back to Chicago. He would stay close to the station for the next week until he was certain that interest had died down.
Miller looked up from the papers spread out on the ticket counter in front of him. He could see the group as they huddled together in the bright sunlight on the platform. Nobody was talking. They all seemed lost in their own worlds. The man who came every year was a tall European with the fine, rugged face of a Roman Patrician. His jet-black hair was streaked with silver, set off by the impeccably tailored blue suit that fit him like a second skin.
The woman, apparently his wife, was as tall as he. Her face showed disdain for her surroundings, a disdain that made the sensuality of her full lips look strangely out of place. Her ash-blonde hair was rolled up into a neat bun. The high collar of her blouse covered her long, slender neck. Over the blouse she wore a tailored suit with a long skirt that fell to the tops of her boots, covering her legs completely.
Miller had never seen the other three before. The small man had a busy mustache and the rumpled, careless look of a German professor. The man next to him wore a stained turtleneck and scruffy jeans. His face was clean and shaven. It was thin and delicate with the exception of his eyes, which burned with the flame of either a prophet or a terrorist. His eyes were fixed on the final member of the party, a girl with full, rounded breasts and a saucy face centered around lips always pursed as if they constantly yearned to wrap themselves around whatever was soft and throbbing. She wore a tight sweater against which her large nipples stood out in fine detail.
A shadow moved across the window as the man from the castle came into view. There was much perfunctory bowing as pleasantries were exchanged. The man gathered up the luggage and the group disappeared from view. Miller smiled as he thought of the wild rumors flying around town about what the group did to the young people when they came. They were only stories, but Miller enjoyed thinking about them. He would get an erection that made the slow afternoon go faster. It was only make-believe. After all, the castle certainly hadn't done his daughter any harm. She was in New York making a fine career for herself as a model. That would have been impossible had it not been for the time she had spent with the countess. Miller made a mental note to get a letter off to her. It had been over a month since her last one and his wife was starting to worry.
His smile widened as his erection blossomed. He pressed against the hard wood of the counter. Perhaps a little trip to the bathroom later on, he thought.
"My dear Baron!" the countess squealed as she descended the circular staircase, her chemise billowing out behind her. When she reached the bottom of the stairs she threw her arms around the tall aristocrat. Then she turned and hugged his wife, giving the woman an extra squeeze as she felt the familiar breasts against hers.
Her brows creased as her eyes traveled over the three people who had accompanied the baron and baroness. None of them looked particularly wealthy, not like the others the baron usually brought.
The baron laughed as he noticed the quizzical expression on her face. "Don't worry, my dear," he said. "They can afford it. The money was transferred to your account before we left Paris."
"I didn't mean to be rude," the countess said with a slight bow of her head.
"Quite understandable," the baron said. "Hans is being sponsored by some interested parties who feel he needs a rest. He has just completed the third volume in his study" of Hegelian metaphysics. It was feared that he was close to a complete breakdown." The mustached professor clicked his heels together as he bowed sharply from the waist.
"Perhaps if you look closely," the baron continued, "you may recognize Mikos."
The countess looked carefully at the burning eyes and bushy eye brows that sat beneath the mass of black curly hair. "Of course!" she said. "I caught your show the last time I was in New York. Beautifully bizarre, if I may say so. Especially your collage using dead animals."
"You must catch my opening in October," a raspy voice said from beneath the curls. "I have managed to go beyond even that."
"I will make a special point of it," the countess replied.
"Lilly, the baron said, "is being sponsored by my wife. She is a little trinket the Baroness found during her last trip to Marseilles."
The girl boldly planted a wet kiss on the countess' lips. The countess smiled as the protruding nipples brushed across her breast. The girl stepped back and stood next to the baroness, who slipped her arm around the girl's waist. The girl's hip pressed against the baroness'.
The countess waved her hand and Bruno stepped from the shadows.
"Perhaps you and the Baroness would like to join me for a cordial while Bruno shows the others to their rooms," she said to the baron.
"That would be delightful," the baron replied.
The countess turned to Hans, Mikos and Lilly. "We will call you when dinner is ready. It will be your first opportunity to view our young people. We are quite fortunate to have the finest group we have had in years. The pageant will exceed your wildest expectations."
A murmur of approval came from the three. With a slight bow, Bruno motioned toward the corridor. The group turned and followed him through the archway.
"Perhaps we could take the drinks in my room," the countess said. She turned to the baroness and laid her hand lightly on the woman's shoulder. "You look terribly tense," she said. "Your trip must have been exhausting."
"Travel always tires me," the baroness said.
"Then we must find a way to relax you," the countess replied softly as a smile flickered across her lips.
* * *
The countess filled each of the three glasses with the red liquor. She replaced the stopper in the crystal decanter. As she bent over so the couple could take their glasses from the silver tray she was holding, she felt the scoop neck of her chemise falling forward. She saw the baroness' eyes light up as they caught sight of her exposed breasts. The baron shifted in his seat and recrossed his legs as a bulge suddenly appeared in his pants.
The countess returned the tray to the end table and settled herself in a chair directly across from the settee upon which the couple sat.
The baroness took a sip of her drink and closed her eyes as the burning liquor settled in her stomach.
"My dear," she said to the countess. "As much as I look forward to our visits twice a year, I still don't understand why you had to choose such a remote spot. It's so far away from everything. The flight is terribly long and the train ride down from Chicago is dreadful."
"Security, Baroness, security," the countess said. "It's the very remoteness of the place that makes it so safe."
"You certainly can't argue with that," the baron said. "This is the longest you've ever remained in one place."
"It certainly is," the countess replied.
"But how have you managed?" the baroness asked. "Surely they must be suspicious by now?"
"They believe what they want to believe," the countess said. "In my case, they choose to believe that I'm a slightly eccentric noblewoman with a keen interest in young people who delights in teaching them the traditional values."
"There must be more to it than that," the baroness said.
"There are the trinkets as well," the countess said. "The Presbyterians have their new movie projector, the school has a new scoreboard for the gymnasium and the volunteer fire department has a brand-new pumper, all donated in my name. Then each year during the United Fund Campaign, I announce that I will match, dollar for dollar, whatever is donated by the town. I tell you, my dear, they're very much in love with me."
"Then you are quite safe here?" the baron asked.
The countess's face darkened. "No, not at all," she said softly. "It's quite dangerous, really. Because they are so trusting, their outrage will be all the more intense when they find out. I really don't know what will happen. It won't be like Europe where you get a late night visit from the authorities with a polite suggestion that you move on. I wonder about it a great deal."
The countess laughed nervously as she poured herself another cordial.
The baroness slipped a lace handkerchief from her sleeve and dabbed at her temples. "Do you have the heat up in here?" she asked. "I feel terribly warm."
"That could be because you are dressed for the Swiss Alps," the countess said. "I told you the springs here were quite mild."
The baroness unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it off. She wore no bra beneath her blouse. The countess squeezed her thighs together as she saw the vague outline of the baroness' dark nipples through the gauze material of the blouse. The baroness' firm breasts strained against the fabric as she reached behind her to lay the jacket over the back of the settee.
"How have you managed to go so long without needing a bra?" the countess asked.
"I make sure my breasts receive their daily workout," the baroness said. "Especially the nipples. It's a secret my mother taught me. Keep the nipples hard and the rest of the breast is sure to follow."
"I'm sure that saucy little brunette you brought with you is a big help," the countess said, smiling over the rim of her glass.
"Oh, darling," the baroness cooed. "She's so primitive! I must lend her to you for a night. What she can do with a dildo and heir tongue will have you screaming until your throat bleeds."
"My nipples are stiff just thinking about her," the countess said.
"I can see that from here," the baroness replied. Her voice had taken on a huskier tone. She shifted her weight and threw her elbow up on the back of the settee. The movement thrust her breasts against the blouse. The countess watched as the baroness's nipples grew in size. She could already feel her tongue wrapped around the little buds.
"Do you two intend to sit and gossip ah afternoon while I contemplate my erection?" the baron broke in.
The two women giggled. "Are we turning you on, darling?" the baroness asked.
"I didn't get this hard-on thinking about Bruno," the baron said.
The baroness reached over and began caressing the bulge in her husband's pants. "You poor suffering darling," she murmured.
She turned to the countess. "Do you have any suggestions how to get rid of this terrible lump?" she asked.
"You are my guest, baroness," she said. "Whatever you dream up, I will be more than happy to go along with."
The baroness stood up. She pressed her hands into her stomach, then ran them down across her hips and thighs. With swiftly moving fingers she undid the buttons, of her blouse. With a shrug of her shoulders she let it fall to the floor, leaving her nude from the waist up. The countess' breasts began to throb as she looked at the other woman's twin spheres jutting straight out, each sphere tipped with a dark red nipple.
She undid the button at the waistband of her skirt. She pulled the zipper down and let the skirt fall to the floor around her feet. She wore no panties or stockings. She was completely nude except for the boots that ended just beneath her knees. Her body was long and slender. She raised her hands and arms and reached behind her head. The movement pulled her breasts upward and outward. Her hair cascaded down over her shoulders as she released the tight bun at the back of her head. The hair between her legs was the same ash-blonde hue as the hair now draped over her shoulders. It barely covered the large labia that had began to swell as she looked first at the countess and then at her husband.
She sat back down on the couch and pulled one knee up. The movement pulled the lips of her slit apart just enough to let her clit clip out between them. The little button was hard and shiny, coated with the dew that was just beginning to form.
The ache had begun between the countess' legs. It was spreading its warmth through her stomach and abdomen. Her tongue could taste the baroness' juices. She silently prayed that the baroness was in the mood for another woman. Her labia set up a throbbing as she saw herself with her face buried in the baroness' thrashing crotch, tonguing the woman from one peak to another.
The baroness was deep in thought, the tip of one finger between her teeth. Slowly she raised her eyes and looked at her husband.
"Do you know what we haven't done in a long time, darling?" she asked.
"What is that?" the baron asked. The bulge in his pants now threatened to tear the fabric. He had removed his coat and loosened his tie, "When was the last time I watched you fuck another woman while I got myself off?"
"Is that what you want now, my dear?" the baron asked.
"Very much," the baroness replied as she wetted her lips with her tongue. They both turned and smiled at the countess.
A throb passed through the countess' clit as the couple stared at her. That would be just as nice. To feel the baron's cock plunging in and out of her gash while she watched his svelte wife humping her hand.
"Does that suit you, Countess?" the baron asked.
The countess said nothing. She pulled her chemise up over her nude hips and spread her legs. With the fingers of both hands she parted her labia and displayed her wet slit to the couple.
"Does that answer your question?" she asked in a husky voice.
The baron's cock was as big as the countess remembered. He had shed his clothes and was walking toward her, his veined cock sticking straight out in front of him as it rose from the black curls between his legs. The sac holding his balls was stretched tight.
The countess' lips were parted by the time he reached her. She closed her eyes as the red knob touched them. The shaft slipped easily into her mouth as she wrapped her lips around the throbbing flesh.
His wife groaned from the couch as she pinched one of her nipples. She had slouched down on the settee, her legs scissored apart. Her taut buttocks were off the seat, grinding slowly in the air as her dark nipple appeared and disappeared between her fingers.
"Tongue it," the baroness groaned. "He loves to feel a tongue licking it." She had her breast in both hands as she squeezed the soft flesh with one hand while running the fingernails of the other back and forth over the rock-hard bud at its tip.
The tip of the countess' tongue dipped into view as it wrapped itself around the baron's cock, sliding back and forth across the shaft as the baron's fingers dug into the countess' curls, forcing the damp tip of his hard-on against the back of her throat.
As the countess' cheeks pumped in and out, the baron reached down and slip the straps of her chemise from her shoulders. The countess' trembling hands slid over her breasts as she pushed the bodice to her waist. She glanced over and saw the baroness squeezing both breasts with her hands, digging her nails into her white flesh. The baroness' clit was stiff as her hips rocked back and forth, groan after groan escaping from her moist lips.
The baron stiffened as the countess took his cock from her mouth and began licking his shaft as if it were a sucker. Her tongue found the sensitive area just below the knob. She wetted it thoroughly with her saliva while her hand gently squeezed his balls, forcing his load of white cum up toward the slit where several shiny drops appeared. The countess deftly licked them away. Then her tongue traveled back down the shaft to its base. Her mouth opened wide as she took the baron's balls into her orifice, sucking and licking the hairy sacs while her hand continued to pump his wet shaft.
The baroness' hands were traveling down across her stomach. Her head was thrown back and her tongue ran back and forth over her lips. Her hips jerked as her fingers touched the hair between her legs. Her hands parted as they went to either side of her pubic mound and began pinching the soft flesh just below her gash. The first sheen of perspiration had appeared on her stomach and breasts as her teeth dug into her lower hp. Her fingers began stroking the velvet hair curling from the crack of her ass as her buttocks lifted to receive the touch.
"Fuck her, darling!" the baroness moaned. "Stain the floor with her juices! Make her scream and beg for more!" Her finger had found the brown hole of her anus. Each muscle of her body stood out as she forced her finger into the tiny opening, straining as she worked it in up to the knuckle.
The countess slid from her chair to the floor. Her hand never loosened its grip on the baron's cock as he followed, sinking to his knees between her spread legs. She rotated the head of his cock over her throbbing clit, breathing heavily as the tiny button swelled to the point of bursting. She moved the head up and down the length of her gash, wetting it thoroughly with her juices. The baron's stomach heaved in and out as the pressure of his pent-up cum sent a dull ache through his balls and cock.
"Hurry darling!" he gasped. "I don't want to waste it on your stomach."
A scream came from the couch. Then another. The baroness had plunged three fingers into her gash. Juice covered her thighs as her hand flashed in and out. The finger of her other hand twisted and turned deep in her rectum. Rivulets of sweat ran down her breasts and stomach as she worked both hands between her legs as her hips jerked up and down.
"Now!" the countess cried. "Ream my pussy! Split me apart!
The baron plunged his cock in up to the hilt. His hairy chest flattened her breasts as his heaving hips thrust his cock in and out of her slit. The countess could feel her juices pouring out and running between her legs to the crack of her ass. Her buttocks pounded the carpet as she thrust her hips up and into the baron's driving shaft. On the couch, the baroness' hand was a blur of movement as her fingers flew in and out of her cunt.
"Fuck her! Fuck her!" the baroness screamed. "Pound her meat! Make her bleed! Fuck! Fuck! My fingers! My fingers! Riding my fucking fingers to the top! Faster! Faster! FASTER! COMING! COMING! GOD! GOD! YYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEESSS-SSSSSSSS!!!!
The countess raked her fingernails across the baron's back as the baroness' scream pierced her ears. The baron's body stiffened as the first spasm gripped his balls. The countess spread her thighs even wider as his cock began pumping the white liquid into her womb. The baron's hips thrashed as wad after wad of the thick cum poured into her box. The countess' hand was between his legs, squeezing his balls as they forced his semen out through the slit of his cock.
The countess continued to squeeze, even after the last drop had been ejaculated. The baroness stared at the entangled bodies through eyes still glazed over with passion.
"You're not entirely spent," the countess said as she looked up at the baroness.
"It's so bad," the baroness said. "It won't release all the way." Her fingers continued to move in and out of her slit as she talked. Her labia were still swollen, her clit as stiff as before. Juice continued to ooze from her gash as she worked her fingers in and out.
The countess threw one arm over her head and smiled at the baroness. "Why don't you come down here and lick me clean?" she asked. "Your husband left such a load, I can feel it running down my leg."
The baron rolled off the countess as his wife stood up. The baroness was trembling as she walked around and dropped between the countess' legs. The countess arched her back and brought her cunt up toward the baroness' face and parted lips. Cum drenched her hair. A white glob ran down the inside of her thigh. More cum slid out of her gash and down into the crack of her ass.
The baroness' tongue moved along the inside of the countess' thigh as it licked away the white liquid. The tip scooped up a wad and drew it eagerly into her mouth before moving on to the next. Bit by bit her tongue cleansed the soft flesh beneath the countess' slit.
The countess' fingers moved back and forth across her breasts, caressing the swollen nipples and hard spheres. Her mouth worked back and forth as the baroness' tongue lifted her slowly toward her scream of release. The tongue had moved into the crack of her ass, sliding up and down the black line separating the spheres of her buttocks as it captured each white drop that had dribbled into the crevice. The countess' thighs shook as she strained to keep her back arched. A gasp escaped from between her lips as she felt the tongue began its ascent toward the pulsating lips of her cunt.
The baroness' lips were hard against the countess' labia, her cheeks pumping in and out as she sucked her husband's cum from the countess' womb.
"Like that! like that!" the countess moaned. "Suck it dry, my love. Every drop."
Lapping and sucking sounds floated up from between the countess' legs as the countess' tongue worked its way into her gash, moving along the walls of her womb, as it cleansed them of the white film. The baroness' mouth was full. A white thread had dribbled from her lips and down her chin and neck. The humping of the countess' hips forced her head to bob up and down as her fingers dug into the countess' thighs in an effort to control the woman's frantic movements.
"Clit-fuck me!" the countess screamed. "Mash your button against mine! You're almost there! I can feel it!"
The baroness' breasts were crushed against the countess' sweat-soaked stomach as she dragged her body over the woman beneath her, crawling between the countess' spread legs. The breasts moved up the countess' body until they were hard against the countess' twin orbs. The baroness' face and chin were smeared with a mixture of her husband's cum and the countess' juices.
The countess' arms went around her neck as she kissed the parted lips. Her tongue dipped into the baroness' mouth then out again as it eagerly licked the juice and cum from the baroness' face. The two women battled each other with their mouths, biting, sucking, kissing, each trying to achieve domination over the other until the baroness finally pinned the countess' head to the floor and drove her tongue deep into the countess' mouth.
The baroness wormed her hips between the countess' legs until her clit found the countess'. Their buttons now joined and crushing against each other, the baroness began a slow, slight movement with her hips, firm yet carefully, back and forth as her clit slid up and down over the countess.
The countess' legs went up and around the baroness' hips, locking together at the small of her back. Her hips arched against the baroness' humping clit as cry after cry came from her lips.
"Do you like it, darling?" the countess cried. "It's so hard! I feel your juices flowing into mine. Yes! Yes! Just like that!"
The baroness' hips were jerking between the countess' clenched thighs. She ground her breasts into the countess', letting her nipples slide back and forth over the countess' rock-hard buds while she bit and sucked on the countess' neck.
"I feel it! I feel it building! Almost!" the baroness screamed. Her building climax was a pounding fist inside her womb sending her hips into spastic thrusts. "It hurts! It hurts!" she cried. "Bigger! Bigger! More! More! It's coming! Coming! Darling! Darling! CCCCCCCOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMinnIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGG!!!!!!! "
The sound of heavy breathing rose from the glistening bodies entangled on the floor as they continued to move against each other. After a few minutes, the baroness rolled off onto the floor. Her breasts rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath. Her husband stretched out beside her and ran his hands over her breasts and thighs as her glazed eyes slowly began to focus again.
Her hand reached between her husband's legs and wrapped around his stiff cock. She turned her head and smiled at him. "Later, darling. Let me get my strength back."
"Waiting will make it all the more sweeter," he whispered.
The countess was silent beside them. Her strained face stared up at the ceiling. Her hand was between her legs, squeezing her clit. She pinched the button as hard as she could, yet her hips continued to be still.
"Will you excuse me for a minute?" she said to the baron and his wife. Her hands trembled as she got up and moved toward the antechamber.
The baron lit two cigarettes and handed one to his wife. They watched as the ribbons of gray smoke disappeared into the shadow above them. Neither said a word as the angry buzzing of a dildo came from the antechamber. The baroness took another drag and exhaled the smoke through her nose. She looked away as the buzzing sound flooded the room. Not until the countess' scream of release echoed from the walls did they look at each other.
"Poor woman," the baroness said.
"Such a waste," the baron replied.
"Nobody knows why, do they?" the baroness asked.
"Her parents sent her into a convent shortly after she was raped by her uncle. Actually, there was some doubt about whether or not it was rape. The uncle claimed he had been seduced. She was twelve at the time, so nobody believed him. The convent was quite strict. They were very liberal with the whip if any of the novices showed the slightest passion. If you look very closely, you can still see traces of the scars on her buttocks. She left as soon as she was of age. She's always claimed they never broke her. Not all the way, perhaps. Just enough so she never climaxes."
"I wonder if she ever will," the baroness said.
"I think it will take an experience so intense that it will sweep away every memory she has. God knows what could be intense enough to accomplish that."
The baron fell silent as the countess entered the room. Her face was smiling and relaxed.
"So," she said, cheerfully, "what would be your pleasure now?"
"I think we'll go to our rooms and freshen up," the baron said.
"Don't forget our unfinished business," the baroness laughed as she squeezed his erection.
A flicker of pain moved across the countess' face. It passed and she laughed. "I'm afraid we did ignore the poor baby," she said.
"It's good for him," the baroness replied. "He's all the stronger when I pay attention to him again."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Marie clenched and unclenched her hands in her lap. Her nervous eyes stared first at the floor and then at the ceiling. They passed quickly over the countess' bed before coming to rest on Bruno's impassive face. Bruno never showed the slightest emotion. Whether wielding the whip or his cock, his face remained a mask concealing whatever might be running through his mind. His bullet head was immobile as it sat on his massive bull neck. The heavy scar tissue covering his brows made it impossible to read his eyes. Few people tried. His misshapen nose, broken many times over and his tight, cruel lips caused most people to look away from him. He had arrived in White River with the countess. Nothing was known of his background, though Marie had heard rumors that, like herself, he had been recruited upon his release from prison.
Her dress clung to her damp flesh. Fear. She suppressed a shudder as her eyes moved to the open alcove. Usually, it was covered by a drawn curtain. The cross that stood in the alcove was made of two rough planks, joined together to form an X that stood eight-feet-tall. Leather thongs drooped from each leg of the X into which wrists and legs were slipped, leaving the bodies that had been lashed to it spread and exposed. The wood was dark, stained by the sweat and blood of those who had felt its splinters tearing into their flesh.
Marie had seen it coming. Each time the pageant neared, the countess' nerves were stretched tighter and tighter until they snapped and she went into one of her black rages. The only question was whether she or Bruno would feel its wrath. Although she was trembling, Marie was prepared to accept whatever happened. She saw it as penance a price she paid for working with the countess. No matter what the countess did to her, the scars always healed. She did not mind them as long as she could continue to nurse the open wound between her legs with the mouths and cunts of young girls.
She jumped as the bedroom door was opened and then slammed shut with a force that shook the whole room. The countess didn't say a word as she paced back and forth. Marie wasn't sure if the countess knew she and Bruno were sitting there. She was in a rage. Marie could tell by her tight drawn face and her clenched fists.
She was moving between their chairs when she stopped abruptly and wheeled around, facing Bruno.
"Did you find out anything?" she snapped.
"All we know is what I've told you so far," Bruno said.
"Do you know where he is now?" the countess asked as she stood over Bruno.
"He seems to have dropped out of sight. We think he may be back with the two barmaids, again. But our man hasn't been able to find out for sure."
"Well, find out, damn you!"
"As soon as we can, madam," Bruno replied. His voice remained as unmoved as ever beneath the countess' angry tongue. Marie admired his coolness. She knew her voice would be like jelly when her turn came.
"Has he been back to the courthouse?"
"No," Bruno said. "Not since the first time when he asked about blueprints of the castle."
The countess slammed her fist into the palm of her hand. She spun around and began pacing. "Why in God's name did he want them?"
"That's what we're trying to find out," Bruno said.
"I don't suppose you know anything more about him?"
Bruno shrugged. "Nobody seems to recognize him. We've talked to several people who thought he looked familiar, but they couldn't be sure because of the scar on his face. There's a rumor that he was raised here, went to sea and came back. However, we can't confirm that. Nor can we explain his interest in the castle."
"I want the security doubled!" the countess snapped. "Use the dogs if you have to! Especially during the pageant. Under no circumstances is some fool going to interrupt the pageant, do you understand?"
"Yes, madam" Bruno replied.
"And keep checking. I wall all of the information you can get. Everything! Use whatever means you have to."
"It's being done now," Bruno said.
The countess slumped into a chair. She laid her hand across her forehead and eyes as she let her head rest against the back.
"Now for you, my dear," she said softly to Marie. Her voice was ice. Marie's stomach constricted. There could be no doubt that very shortly her nude body would be lashed to the cross.
The countess continued, "Do tell us how the pageant is coming."
Marie was surprised that she could speak. Her words moved hesitantly across her dried lips. "Very nicely, countess. We just finished the dress rehearsal this afternoon. From the looks of it, this could be our most successful pageant yet." It would make no difference what she said. The countess was in the mood for punishment. Still Marie clung to the hope that if she said the right thing, the countess' rage would abate.
"How about that little slut you've been bedding down? What's her name?"
"Trina?" Marie asked in an unsteady voice. She hated the way the countess toyed with her. She knew the ax was going to fall. Yet, the countess seemed to take a perverse delight in delaying the blow as long as she could.
"Yes, Trina," the countess said. "Is she still self-conscious about masturbating?"
"Oh, no!" Marie said quickly. "Not at all! She's become quite enthusiastic about it. She's come up with some improvisions that should be quite exciting."
The countess didn't reply. She remained silent, her hand still across her eyes. Hope rose in Marie. Perhaps she had been mistaken. Maybe it wasn't the rage.
"Where was Deborah, today?" Marie's heart skipped a beat. The ax was falling.
"She complained about stomach cramps," Maria said. Her voice trembled. She could hold it steady no longer.
"Why wasn't I informed?"
"It didn't seem important. I thought-" Marie jumped as the countess' open hand slammed into the arm of the chair.
"You aren't paid to think!" the countess snapped in a voice that was coiled and cruel. "I gave you specific instructions that I was to be informed if that little bitch stepped out of line! Didn't I?"
Marie stumbled on her words. They were hung up and wouldn't come out.
"Didn't I?" The countess was working herself into a frenzy.
"Yes, yes, you did. But it was only cramps and she's coming along so beautifully. I mean, she seems to like her partner now and isn't nearly as sullen as she had been." Marie's words were rushing out. They were useless, but she couldn't help herself. Panic had seized her and reduced her to a babbling fool as she tried desperately to escape the countess' anger.
"That's beside the point!" the countess snapped. "You disobeyed me!"
"But, but-" Marie sputtered.
"You disobeyed me, bitch!"
"Yes, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to," Marie said. There would be no avoiding it now. The countess' eyes were blazing. She was leaning forward in the chair, her tight fists clenched against her stomach.
"You faggy dyke," the countess snarled. "All you're good for is greasing up a young cunt! Give you some responsibility and you go soft! We are hard! We are demanding! We cannot and will not tolerate someone who is soft with the children! You are sick, perverted! Your perversion affects your judgment! You didn't tell me because her little clit made you hot! Isn't that true? A little juice between your legs and you forget everything you've been told!"
The tears wet Marie's cheeks. Her shoulders shook as she sobbed. Still, she didn't dare bury her face in her hands. That would enrage the countess even more.
"Prepare her!" the countess snapped to Bruno.
Marie screamed as Bruno jerked her to her feet. He had grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her from the chair. Still gripping the hair, he twisted her head back as far as it would go. Buttons popped and cloth ripped as he tore away the front of her blouse. Her bare breasts were flushed and heaving as he jerked the remainder of the blouse from her back, leaving her nude to the waist.
More fabric was ripped as her skirt fell to the floor. She stood naked, her head bowed, her hands at her sides. The countess stood before her holding the riding crop.
"It is warm in here," the countess said with a cruel smile. "Let us make ourselves comfortable before we begin." She slipped the straps of her sheath from her shoulders and let it fall from her body. She was naked except for the black net stockings that ended just beneath her pubic hair. Her nipples stiffened as she looked at. the trembling woman standing in front of her. Bruno was breathing heavily as he shed his clothes in the corner.
Bruno emerged from the shadow. His cock was riding high, its knob red and swollen. His eyes burned as she looked at Marie. He stood beside the countess who reached over and stroked his cock with her hand. "This will do very nicely," she said, never taking her eyes off Marie.
The countess nodded and she and Bruno stepped to either side of Marie. Marie did not resist as each took an arm and began backing her up. Resistance would only have made it worse.
Marie suppressed a cry as the soft flesh of her buttocks was shoved against the rough wood of the cross. Her arms were lifted above her head and she felt leather thongs being slipped over her wrists. Two more thongs were placed around her ankles. Bruno disappeared behind the cross. He tightened the thongs, stretching her body as pain shot through her shoulders and hips. As he tightened, splinters began tearing at her back and buttocks. Marie's body was now stretched wide. Perspiration ran down her face and breasts.
The countess stepped back and ran her eyes up and down the trembling white body lashed to the cross. Her clit was a burning ember between her legs, spreading its warmth to her labia and up through her womb. She tapped the riding crop in her open hand as she paced back and forth in front of Marie. Marie's eyes were wide with fear as they followed the countess.
The countess stopped and spun around. She flipped the riding crop around and dug its handle into Marie's nipple, twisting as she pushed the rough leather into the sensitive flesh. Marie bit down on her hp to keep from crying out.
"My dear," the countess said, softly, "Your nipple's not hard." She reached up and squeezed her own pale bud. "See. Mine is quite hard. Aren't you excited? Poor darling. Perhaps we must turn you on."
She trailed the handle down Marie's damp flesh, stopping briefly at her navel, then continuing down to the tangle of black curls between her legs.
Marie gasped as the handle dug into her clit. Splinters tore at her buttocks as she tried to jerk her hips away. Pain ripped through her groin as the countess twisted the butt of the whip into her button.
"Still nothing," the countess said. The countess thought for a minute. Suddenly, a cold smile spread over her face. "Perhaps if we put on a little show for you. Would you like that? Your own private performance, especially designed to get you good and hot?" The countess motioned to Bruno who pulled the cord to summon one of the servants.
Fear gripped Marie's stomach. Something was different. Usually they were content with whipping her. Then they would untie her and drape her body over a chair while Bruno raped her in the ass or in her cunt. She closed her eyes and tried to shut out whatever might be coming next.
"I was reviewing some of the student files, today," the countess said. "And much to my surprise, I discovered that your Trina is still a virgin. The little darling has been here for almost six months and still hasn't had a real cock."
Marie's eyes snapped open. Her stomach pumped in and out as she listened to the countess.
"So," the countess continued, "we will kill two birds with one stone. We will give you your show while we let Bruno round out her experience here."
"No!" Marie screamed. White-hot pain shot through her breast as the riding crop slashed across her nipple.
"How dare you!" the countess roared. "You ungrateful slut! Who do you think you are?"
"Please!" Marie moaned. "Whip me! Take my skin off! Anything! Just don't make me watch!"
The countess' eyes had turned to ice as she glared as Marie. "There will be no whipping. We are going to close the curtains, leaving them open just enough to let you see everything that is happening. And you are going to watch, you are going to see your little slut getting her cherry popped. and my darling, if you make one sound, one whimper, I will send you away this evening. Thank about that! No more young pussy, no more little girls. With your record, the only job you could get would be waiting tables, your panties getting wet every time a family came in with their daughter. And you couldn't do a thing about it. There is no place you could go. So you will watch and you will remain silent."
Marie opened her mouth to protest, but stopped as the countess brought the riding crop up. "Starting now," the countess said.
Tears splashed down Marie's face. She bit down on her lips as the curtains closed. They were left open a crack, just enough so that Marie could see the bedroom. Pain racked her shoulder, her arm bearing the full weight of her body. Her nipples and breasts still stung from the earlier blow. She stiffled a sob as a light tapping came to the door.
Trina's eyes widened as she stepped into the room and saw the naked bodies of the countess and Bruno. She started to take a step backward but stopped when the countess laid a hand on her shoulder.
"It's quite all right," the countess said. "Surely, you must be used to nudity by now."
"I-I'm sorry," Trina stammered. "I thought I might have interrupted something."
"Not at ah," the countess said as she slipped an arm around the girl's slender waist and led her into the bedroom.
Trina shifted her weight nervously from one foot to the other as she felt two sets of eyes devouring her body. When the summons had come, she'd only had time to slip on a thin cotton dress. She wore nothing underneath. She had practically outgrown it and knew that her breasts stood out in perfect detail against the material.
"How beautiful you are," the countess finally said. "Don't you agree, Bruno?" Bruno grunted. Trina tried to keep her eyes away from the stiff flesh between his legs.
The countess lifted the hem of her dress with the tip of the riding crop, raising it to expose the creamy whiteness of her thighs. A flash of golden hair came into view just before the cloth slipped from the tip of the whip and fell back down.
"Are you nervous?" the countess asked.
"Yes ma'am," Trina said in a voice that was barely audible.
"Of course you are," the countess said. "I forget, this will be the first time you've ever been with a man."
Trina gasped as her hand went to her mouth. The countess stepped forward, her face inches from Trina's, her nude breasts barely touching the young girl's. "Did you think you'd leave here a virgin?" she asked.
"But I don't want a man!" Trina gasped.
A sharp crack shot through the bedroom as the countess brought the whip down hard across Trina's buttocks. Trina screamed and jumped forward.
"You know what disobedience means!" the countess screamed. "Now strip!"
The thongs cut into Marie's flesh as she writhed and twisted, struggling to keep silent. A scream pushed against her chest as she watched Trina's trembling fingers undoing the buttons down the front of her dress. The girl was sobbing as the dress parted in front and the golden hair covering her slit came into view, the slit into which only Marie's tongue had dipped.
Marie twisted against the rough wood as Trina's dress fell to the floor, leaving the girl naked and exposed. .Thousands of splinters tore at her soft flesh. The heat was rising behind the heavy curtains. She could barely breathe as sweat poured down her trembling body.
The countess walked around Trina, her hard eyes noting every curve, crack and crevice of the girl's body. She ran the tip of the whip over the girl's buttock to the crack of her ass, then parted the cheek and looked critically at the tiny anus.
"A bit tight," she said to no one in particular.
She let the whip move up and over the girl's shoulder and down over her nipple as she moved around in front of her. "Very nice, don't you think, Bruno?"
Bruno was standing next to Trina, his huge ham of a hand closed around his cock as he pumped it up and down. Tiny droplets of clear liquid glistened on the slit as the head popped in and out of view.
"Don't be greedy, Bruno," the countess said. "Let our guest play with it."
Trina took an involuntary step backward. She felt the whip digging into the small of her back. "Don't be shy, dear," the countess said. Trina froze. Bruno took a step forward. His cock stood straight out, its head almost touching her stomach.
"Take his balls in your hand," the countess ordered. She ground the whip into Trina's back as she spoke.
Trina hesitated. She heard the whip whistling through the air as the countess drew her arm back. Without another thought, her hand went between Bruno's legs. She could hardly breathe as her hand closed around the warm sack of flesh, feeling the weight of the heavy balls against her palm. His sac was full of cum waiting to release itself into her heaving womb.
"Now take his cock," the countess ordered.
Trina's fingers trailed along the length of the shaft, feeling its throbbing beneath their tips. Shyly, the little hand wrapped itself around the giant shaft, her fingers barely long enough to envelope its thickness.
"Move it back and forth," the countess said.
Bruno moaned as Trina began pumping. His rough hand went to her shoulder as his nails dug into her flesh. Trina began slowly, but picked up speed as his body stiffened. As her clenched hand moved up and down the shaft, she could feel her clit harden. Her nipples swelled and the first of the creamy liquid began to seep into her slit.
Marie was sure she would scream. She could no longer stand the pain that tore at her body. Her back and shoulders were on fire. Nor could she stand the agony of watching the lithe young girl jerking off the hulking monster who stood before her. The little slut was enjoying it. Her hand was a blur of movement as it flew up and down Bruno's cock. Marie's labia were beginning to swell. She wanted to curse the blonde bitch, goad her until she dropped between Marie's legs and tongued her gash, bringing some sort of relief to her tortured body. Sweat blurred her vision. Her breasts were throbbing as her nipples hardened into large red pebbles. The bitch! The bitch! She had his cock in her mouth. Her cheeks were pumping in and out as she sucked with all her might. Marie's body surged forward against the thongs. She bit down hard on her hp as she fought to keep the scream from escaping. She almost passed out from the pain as her hips began an involuntary grind, the rough wood stripping more skin from her already raw buttocks.
The countess took Trina by the shoulders and pulled her away from Bruno. The girl struggled forward against the countess' grip as her open mouth sought Bruno's cock.
"Not so fast," the countess said as she raised the girl to her feet. "We mustn't waste his precious liquid on your mouth."
The countess reached out and kneaded the girl's hard nipple. Trina put up no resistance. The countess' other hand stroked the silken hair between Trina's legs, rubbing the tiny pebble of her clit, then forcing her hand up the girl's slit. The countess smiled at the hot dampness that engulfed her fingers.
"You are no longer nervous?" the countess asked.
"Oh, God, no!" Trina moaned.
"Do you want to feel his cock?"
"Yes! Please!" Trina's head was thrown back, her thighs wide as the countess' fingers explored the inner recesses of her womb.
"Beg me," the countess said softly.
"Please! Let me have his cock! Let me feel it up my cunt! All the way! As far as it will go!"
The countess' eyes moved to the opening in the curtain. She could barely make out violent movements of white deep in the shadows of the alcove. An almost inaudible creaking of wood twisting against wood reached her ears.
"Bruno," the countess snapped. "Quickly! On your back."
Bruno stretched out on the floor, his hard cock thrusting straight into the air, throbbing as it waited to receive Trina's young pussy.
The countess led the trembling girl over to Bruno. She made Trina stand over Bruno, straddling his hips. Gently and slowly she lowered the girl.
"Like that," the countess said. "I want you to squat down on his cock. It's nicer that way."
The girl's face was flushed and contorted. She bit her lip as Bruno's knob touched the swollen lips of her slit. Without warning, the countess shoved down sharply on her shoulders.
Trina screamed as Bruno's cock tore through the lips of her vagina. Her nails dug into the countess' arms as her virginal blood splashed across Bruno's thighs. She stiffened as the pain peaked, then slowly began to relax as it passed and the white heat of passion began to take its place.
The countess gripped Trina's arms as she rocked the girl up and down on Bruno's cock. She stood above the girl, her own wet pussy just inches from Trina's face. She saw the girl's eyes hungrily eyeing her throbbing clit.
"Do you want to taste me?" the countess asked. "It's very beautiful to eat a woman while you're being fucked."
Trina buried her lips in the countess' pubic hair. Her eager tongue found the woman's clit, sucking and licking as the countess ground the hard button against her face.
"My gash! My gash!" the countess gasped.
The tongue slipped down and began licking the countess' swollen labia as her buttocks and thighs stiffened against the girl's tiny mount.
Trina no longer needed the countess' help. Her hips rode up and down Bruno's cock, picking up momentum as her creamy juice poured out to mingle with the pink blood on his thighs. The girls face was on fire as she forced her tongue further up the countess' cunt.
The countess jerked Trina's head away from her gash. Her juices coated the girl's mouth and chin.
"You're coming!" the countess gasped. "I can feel it! You're almost there!"
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Trina cried as she bounced on Bruno's cock. "Almost! Almost! Feel it! Feel it!" Her nails sank into the countess' hips as her body stiffened. "Now! Now! Oh shit, shit, shit! So hard! So hard! SOOOOOFFUUUUUCKKKINGGGHHAAA-AARRRDDD!!!! "
Blood trickled down the countess' thighs as spasm after spasm wracked the girl's body. Bruno screamed, his hips arched into the air as his balls began pumping his load into the girl's dew-soaked womb, sending wad after wad of cum into her gash while her hips jerked back and forth.
All were silent. Trina had sank to her knees, Bruno's cock still seated in her cunt. Her cheek rested against the countess' soft pubic hair as the countess stroked her blonde mane. After several minutes, the countess took the girl's face in both hands.
"You had better get dressed, now," she said.
"Please!" Trina begged. "Just a little longer."
The countess smiled down at the eager young face. "This is enough for the first time. Perhaps once more before you have to leave."
"Do you promise?"
"I promise. Perhaps after the pageant."
The girl eased herself off Bruno's cock and stood up. A trickle of his cum ran down the inside of her thigh, but she made no effort to wipe it away. Smiling softly, she slipped into her dress. Bruno and the countess watched until she had closed the door behind her. No sooner had the latch clicked than a deep groan came from behind the curtains.
The countess ripped open the curtains. Marie's body was drenched in perspiration. She sagged against the leather thongs, her mouth hanging open as groan after groan came from between her lips. Juice from ,her swollen gash trickled down the inside of her legs. Her large nipples were flushed and hard.
Contempt crept across the countess' face. "You'd pimp your own mother if you thought it would keep your pussy coming." She turned to Bruno. "Give her a good flogging, then she's yours to do with as you please!"
The countess trembled as she walked quickly toward her antechamber. She silently hoped the buzzing of the dildo wouldn't drown out the crack of Bruno's whip.
* * *
Mark shuffled through the papers spread out on the kitchen table until he found the one he was looking for. He read it over quickly and made a few notes on the yellow pad at his side. He checked his watch again. Two more hours until the pageant began. He would have to leave in thirty minutes.
He reviewed his notes, underlining several of the details that were too important to forget. He pulled the set of diagrams toward him and leafed through them until he found the one for the second floor. Sharon's memory had been perfect. She had been able to reconstruct the layout of each floor of the castle. She also remembered some of the hidden passages and stairways that honey-combed the building.
The second floor was crucial. That was where the countess had her room. It was also the only point where he would have to come out into the open. Sharon had estimated that he would have to travel about one hundred feet from the door of the stairway to the countess' door.
Timing was important. Fortunately the countess was a fanatic about schedules. Every pageant ran like clockwork. It would start promptly at eight and end exactly at ten. The countess always slipped out at 10:15 and was back in her room no later than 10:20.
Mark had played on the castle's hill as a child. He knew every rock and knoll of its surface. A gully slashed diagonally up the hill, starting at its base and ending at a small window that led to the basement of the castle. The entire length of the gully was overgrown with underbrush and weeds. It would take him right up to the castle. From the basement, he had to find a door just off the wine cellar. The stairs behind it would carry him to the second floor. He planned to wait until 9:45 before he made his move. The pageant would be in full swing. The hallways would no doubt be empty.
Escape would depend upon whom he met as he rushed back to the stairs. If he ran into any of the countess' employees, he would kill them as well. It would be different if one of the young people saw him. He would do his best to talk his way out of it. But if that failed, he would let himself be taken. Escape was not as important as gaining entrance to the countess' room.
His packed sea bag sat in one corner of the room. If his escape was successful, he would head straight for the main highway and began his journey back to the sea. He thought about leaving a note for the two girls, but decided against it. The police would seek them out and it would be better for them if they were ignorant of what had happened.
He went through the papers one last time before gathering them together in a neat pile. He carried the pile to the fireplace and laid it on the grating. As he watched the flames consume them, he realized the futility of burning them. Any good lab technician would be able to reconstruct their contents. Still, it was a necessary, if melodramatic, gesture on his part.
He stood up and took one last look at the room. The knife was tucked securely into his belt, beneath his shirt. He slipped on a light coat to ward off the evening chill. Then, with a quick motion, he scooped up the seabag and was out the door, locking it behind him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Had the castle been built in Europe, the room in which the pageant was held would have been used for piano recitals, small receptions and teas. It was just large enough to accommodate a crowd, yet small enough to give an air of intimacy. The room buzzed with the sound of excited voices as ah eyes fixed on the drawn curtains of the stage, which sat between two marble pillars.
The countess sat directly in front of the stage, with the baron to her left and the baroness to her right. Lilly sat next to the baroness, her hand resting on the noblewoman's thighs. Hans and Mikos has chairs on the other side of Lilly.
About a dozen young people occupied chairs behind the group. The countess had it scheduled for them to attend in shifts, the groups changing as their time to appear on stage neared. They were not present as spectators. They had been instructed to pay careful attention to the guests. They were to stroke hardened nipples, sit on stiff cocks and lick wet gashes as the need arose.
Lilly snuggled against the baroness and whispered in her ear. "I don't know how much longer I can stand it. I knew I should have worn panties. I'm sure the back of my dress is stained."
The baroness squeezed her hand as she eyed the girl's nipples pushing out against the front of her dress. "I'm wet, myself," she said. "I can still feel your tongue from this afternoon."
Lilly leaned over and pushed her tongue into the baroness' ear. The baroness shuddered as her clit sprang to life. "You teasing bitch," she moaned. "I will have to punish you."
"As long as you lash me with your tongue," Lilly replied in a husky voice.
"Hold your tongue or I'll come before the pageant even begins," the baroness said with a smile.
A hush fell over the crowd as the room grew dark. Hands groped for the thigh or breast nearest them, squeezing and stroking as everyone waited in the pitch-black.
A single spotlight suddenly flashed against the drawn curtains. The curtains parted and Trina stepped out and stood facing the audience. She wore a white, strapless evening gown, similar to the type she would wear to a prom. One small modification had been made. From the waist down, the entire front of the dress had been cut away, exposing Trina's thighs and hips. They were naked except for a thin, red ribbon that ran from her stomach, down between her legs and back up to the small of her back. The ribbon was just wide enough to cover her slit, leaving the curly pubic hair open to view. The ribbon was pulled tight, cutting deeply into her gash. As she walked to the front of the stage, the audience watched the ribbon dampen as her labia rubbed against it.
"Honored guests," she began in a low, sensuous voice, "the young people of White River, Ohio, would like to welcome you to our spring pageant. The hard work and many long hours we have put in will all be
I worthwhile if we have earned your appreciation by the end of the evening. We come to you with all of the eagerness and enthusiasm of youth, anxious to entertain you and give you pleasure. But, before the festivities begin, each and every one of the young people here would like to express their deepest appreciation to the countess for the wonderful work she has done with us. She is a patient and inspiring teacher and ah of us will leave here a deeper and richer person."
Applause filled the hall as the countess bowed her head in acknowledgement.
Trina continued as soon as the applause had died away. "We are ready to begin! Our first scene will be a historical tableaux-'The Discovery of America.' Watch, learn, but above ah, enjoy!"
Silence gripped the audience as Trina disappeared behind the curtain. There was a pause, then the curtains trembled and began to open.
Red light flooded the stage as they parted. Two boys stood at attention, facing each other. One wore the helmet of a Spanish conquistador, the other a pilgrim hat. A young girl knelt between them, wearing the headband and feather of an Indian squaw. Except for their headgear, all three were stark-naked.
The boy playing the conquistador began to speak.
"Beautiful princess of the Cherokee people, we are sent by the great pale God across the sea to carry greetings of peace to you and your people. We have traveled alone many moons on a great wooden ship, enduring loneliness and hardship just so we could carry our God's message to your people."
"Brave whitemen," the girl replied, "we of the Cherokee people accept your offers of peace and we admire your courage in making such a long and difficult journey. My father, chief of all the Cherokee people, has ordered me to do anything that will express our admiration."
"Great princess," the pilgrim said. "We have been many moons, alone on the great ship. Many, many moons."
"Many moons since we have lain with our wives and women," the conquistador added.
Silence. Off stage, a tom-tom began a slow beating, pausing a full second between each beat. At the first beat, the girl's head went up and back, causing her breasts to thrust forward as she arched her back. Her breasts were small and tight, tipped with tiny red nipples that had begun to harden.
With her head still back, her hands moved away from her body until they touched the smooth thighs of the boys standing to either side of her.
Her fingers felt their way up the thighs, toward the two cocks that had began to harden. As they touched the curly hair between the boys' legs, they slipped between their thighs and began caressing their spongy sacs that held their balls. The boys spread their feet as the girl touched and tickled, her fingers moving up and caressing their tight ass-holes.
As she played with their balls, the girl's shoulder began to twist in time with the tom-tom. The tom-tom picked up its beat. Her hips went into a slow grind as she opened her thighs. Her cunt was freshly shaven and the audience could see her swollen clit forcing its way between her labia. The first drops of clear juice were beginning to appear as moans escaped from between her parted lips.
Both boys were hard, their shafts thrusting out in front of them like the prows of a ship. The girl wrapped her hands around both cocks and began pumping up and down to the beat of the tom-tom. The boys had taken a step toward the kneeling girl, the wet tips of their cocks just inches from her face.
A cry came from the audience. Lilly was kneeling between the open legs of the baroness. The baroness' skirt was pulled up over her hips. Lilly cupped one of her large breasts with both hands as she rubbed the baroness' gash and clit with her rock-hard nipple. The baroness' buttocks squirmed against the soft cushion of her chair as her juices wet Lilly's nipple and breast. The baroness had freed her own breasts. She squeezed and pinched the tiny nipples as Lilly's protruding nipple slipped between the lips of her cunt.
One of the boys seized the girl by the hair and twisted her head around. Her eager mouth opened as the knob of his cock pushed against her moist lips. The cock filled her mouth, the head probing the back of her throat. Her hand continued to pump the shaft of the other boy as her tongue played over the throbbing flesh. Another pair of rough hands seized her. A fresh cock was forced into her mouth, larger than the first. As she sucked, she could feel the rumbling of cum ready to coat her tongue and teeth. She dropped her free hand between her legs, her fingers flying back and forth over her clit.
Lilly and the baroness were seated side by side. Lilly had stripped off her dress. The two women masturbated each other, their fingers plunging in and out of the other's dripping cunt. The baroness' head was down as she sucked Lilly's tit, cleaning her own juices from the large nipple that filled her mouth. The baroness bit down on the nipple, drawing blood, as Lilly slipped a fourth finger into her gash. The fingers twisted and turned as they touched every hidden recess of the baroness' womb, while Lilly's thumb mashed and squeezed the baroness' stiff clit.
The girl had both cocks in her mouth. Her lips ached, stretched to the point of splitting as she tongued first one shaft and then the other. Clear liquid seeped from each of the slits as the boys moaned and whimpered, their balls aching with the cum that continued to build. She had slipped a tiny finger up each anus as both cocks struggled against the other to force its way further into her mouth.
The insides of her thighs glistened as juices poured from her gash. The tom-tom had gone into a wild, staccato beat, trying to keep up with the thrusting and jerking of her hips.
She started to fall forward as the cocks were torn from her mouth. Hands broke her fall and lifted her to her feet. Her breasts heaved as her hot breath came in loud gasps. The boys dropped to their knees. One mouth attacked her cunt while the other licked her firm buttocks. She cried out as both of her openings were tongued, wet flesh lapping at her slit while another hot worm squeezed its head against her anus. Fingers spread her buttocks as the tongue tried to force its way up her ass.
"Now! Now!" the girl screamed, her hips totally out of control. Sweat streamed down her body, covering the flushed skin with a glistening sheen.
The boys jumped to their feet. The girl leapt on the boy in front of her like a tigress in heat. Her feet left the ground as her arms and thighs closed around him like a vice. Her piercing scream echoed from the walls of the chamber as his stiff cock plunged between the lubricated lips of her cunt.
"My ass! My ass!" she cried as her buttocks pumped up and down. "Give it to me both ways! Ass and cunt! Hurry! Hurry!"
The second boy moved in behind her. He pressed the head of his cock against the brown opening. The sounds that came from the girl's throat were neither cries nor moans. They were primeval sounds as she humped and jerked, forcing her tight anus over his throbbing cock.
Both cocks were all the way in, each head stroking the other through the thin wall of flesh that separated her rectum from her womb. Her arms went back over her head, wrapping themselves around the neck of the boy behind her. Each boy stood perfectly still, letting her thrashing hips do the work.
The baroness hovered on the brink of her climax. It was a coiled spring in painful tension, ready to release and send its searing heat through every nerve and muscle in her body. Lilly's face was buried in her cunt. The girl had the longest tongue the baroness had ever seen. That tongue felt as if it had plowed through her innards to the bottom of her stomach. The baroness' buttocks slipped off the chair as she pressed her oozing gash harder against Lilly's busy lips. Lilly withdrew her tongue and began sucking one hp of her cunt, sucking the wet, swollen flesh as far into her mouth as it would go. Any second and it would be upon her, an invisible hand sending her body into spasm after spasm of white lust as her juices poured out and over Lilly's perspiring face.
A scream came from the stage. Then another. Each scream sounded as if it carried a piece of the girl's lungs with it.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! My ass! My cunt! Exploding! Please! Please! Make it last! Make it last forever! Come! Come! CCCCOOOOOMMMMIIINNNGG-GH!"
The boys crushed the girl's body between them as both cocks exploded. Muscles stood out sharply on their trembling thighs as their swollen balls pumped white cum into her rectum and womb. Wads of it dripped to the floor, long shiny strings of white, as her recesses filled and overflowed.
The girl's body sank slowly to the floor. Her mouth was no longer her own as it licked and lapped, cleaning the last speck of cum from the boys' thighs, cocks and balls. The girl never heard the baroness scream as her emission coated Lilly's face while her hands tore at her breasts. Sighs and groans floated up to the stage. The young people in the audience were in agony. There were not to touch themselves or each other. Their climaxes were meant for the guests alone. They wore only thin strips of cloth around their loins. The girls gripped the edges of the chairs as their tiny gashes oozed, staining the sheer fabric. Balls ached as erections sought to tear free of the restraining cloth. Breasts swelled as nipples hardened and became hot embers sending waves of sweet pain through the quivering bodies. All eyes were on the guests as each boy and girl waited anxiously to be summoned. With the exception of the baroness and Lilly, the other guests seemed to be holding back as long as they could.
Silence fell across the chamber for a full second before the room exploded in applause. The two boys and the girl held each other's hands as they bowed stiffly while the curtain closed slowly.
* * *
Mark pressed his ear against the rough wood of the door. He could hear nothing from the hallway on the other side. It had taken him less time to reach the castle than he had expected. Even the run-in with the dog had not delayed him. He looked down at the specks of blood splattered over his pants. It would be hours before they found the large Doberman. Its body was concealed beneath some shrubbery, its throat slit open.
Mark had not heard a sound for twenty minutes. He was debating whether or not he should risk a dash for the countess' room now, or stick to his original plan. The sooner he reached her room, the more time he'd have to plan her death. He still hadn't decided whether it would be fast or slow.
Carefully, he eased the door open a crack. The hallway seemed endless. He felt the first stirring of panic. He wondered if Sharon's memory had been faulty. He was sure the diagram had shown a shorter distance to travel. He shook the feeling off. His nerves were starting to get the better of him.
Mark blinked his eyes against the bright lights of the hallway as he closed the door behind him. He looked quickly to his left and to his right. Still no signs of life. He slipped his knife out of the sheath and started out. He walked quickly, but quietly, hugging the wall as he went. The bright lights put him on edge. He had been hoping for a dark hallway, heavy with shadows that would have concealed him.
He was nearing the end of the hallway where it made a right turn toward the countess' room when he heard the sound-footsteps moving toward the intersection of the two hallways.
He froze. His knuckles turned white as he tightened his grip on the knife. He looked frantically around for a place to conceal himself. His eyes lit on a door. Without a thought about what was behind it, he opened it and slipped into the room. He closed it just as the footsteps neared the corner.
He remained still until his nerves settled. The door opened on a dark foyer. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he saw a curtain hanging across the archway which led to the main room. A ribbon of light streamed under it.
The sound that reached his ears was strange. A girl was behind the curtain. It was as if a whimper, a scream, a cry and heavy breathing had blended together to produce a strange, but beautiful, music. The noise drew him toward the curtain. He knew he should continue on to the countess' room. But first, he had to see who belonged to the voice. He carefully parted the curtain and looked into the room.
The girl was blonde and stark-naked. Her arms were thrown above her head as she writhed on the bed, her legs thrown apart. Her breasts were swollen and hard, her pale nipples tiny pellets that thrust up toward the ceiling.
The second girl, a brunette, was kneeling between her legs. Mark could see her jaw working frantically as she sucked the juices from the blonde cunt. Her tongue flashed as it traveled up and down the other girl's shining gash, deftly circling the throbbing clit before it traveled back down to her full labia.
"Faster! Faster!" the blonde screamed. "That's it, Deb! like that! Almost! God! I can't stand it!"
The blonde sank her hands into the mass of black curls bobbing between her legs. The brunette's tongue attacked her clit as she slipped two fingers up her cunt, thrusting them in and out while the blonde's hips increased their tempo. Her silken pubic hair was drenched as juices poured from her gash. Her lips were drawn back in the sweet agony of a woman hovering on the brink of her climax.
"Deb! Deb! It's happening! It's happening! Harder! Harder, baby! Make it come! Make it come!"
The blonde's climax came with a scream and then another. Her hips arched, her buttocks flew off the bed as she slammed her cunt against the busy tongue and fingers. The screams slowly died and became whimpers and then sobs. Only when the blonde had fallen silent and still, did the brunette withdraw her fingers and tongue.
The two girls lay in each other's arms. The brunette held the blonde's head against her breasts. Mark looked at the brunette's face. It stirred a memory too vague for him to place-something in her eyes. They glowed as she stroked the blonde's face. The blonde was running her finger back and forth over the brunette's dark nipple.
The blonde sighed as she snuggled into the other girl's breast. "That was beautiful, Deb. I was so high, so long."
The brunette's face hardened. "That's one climax that fucking countess won't get," she said.
The blonde twisted around and touched the girl's face. "Easy, honey. We'll be out of here in the morning. Try not to get yourself worked up."
"I can't help it!" the brunette snapped. "You saw what they did to Marie. All I think about is scratching her fucking eyes out!"
"You can't, Deb! They'll do the same thing to you! Then they'll keep you here until the wounds heal!"
The brunette was silent, her eyes burning with rage and anger. The memory she had triggered took shape in Mark's mind. The girl's eyes were Judy's. Her rage screamed for release. If release were not found, the rage would turn inward, spreading through her soul like dry rot. In five or six years, the eyes would carry the same emptiness he had seen in Judy's.
Mark hesitated for a second. It would be risky, but he had no choice. He parted the curtain and stepped into the room.
Both girls gasped when they saw the strange figure standing before them. Linda grabbed for the bedspread and pulled it across their bodies.
"Please," Mark said quietly. "I know you're frightened. But believe me, I don't mean any harm."
The girls held back their screams. Suspicion still burned in their eyes.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Deborah snapped.
"A friend," Mark said. "I heard you talking about the countess. You remind me of a girl I knew who felt the same way."
Deborah's coal-black eyes bored into the stranger. They were hard and skeptical. She hadn't made up her mind about him. His eyes were warm and tender as they looked at her, his voice soothing and calm. She felt Linda's body relax against hers.
"What are you doing here?" Linda asked.
"I have some business with the countess."
"What kind?"
Mark shook his head. "It's better you don't know."
Deborah looked at him. Curiosity had replaced her suspicion. Mark walked over and knelt down in front of her. She didn't resist as he took her hands in his.
"I know exactly how you feel," he said. "And I know why you feel that way. I want you to know that you and the others are the last. There will be no more pageants, no more young people."
Deborah's eyes widened. Her hand went to her mouth. "You're going to kill her!" she gasped.
Mark remained silent.
Deborah's face softened. Her hand went out and touched Mark's cheek. "Thank God," she said softly. "Somebody had to do something."
"Just remember," Mark said. "If anyone asks, you never saw me."
"But what will happen to you?" Deborah asked.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of myself."
"Hey, honey," Linda said, gently laying a hand on Deborah's shoulder. "You'd better hurry. You've got to get down and pick up your costume."
Deborah remained silent, her eyes fixed on Mark's. Then she leaned forward and brushed her lips across his. "Please be careful," she whispered.
Mark did not move. He heard the girl walking across the room to the door. He didn't want her to look at him for fear the dark anger that had returned to his face would upset her. Very shortly, she would be on the stage, in front of an audience, the crevices of her body being violated and abused to entertain a foreign woman and her friends.
"She'll be all right," Linda said, snapping him out of his dark mood. "She's upset, but she's tough."
Linda had let the bedspread fall to one side. She leaned against the headboard, her legs crossed. Mark's eyes were drawn to the golden hair between her legs. It was still damp from her session with Deborah.
"She's lucky to have you," Mark said.
"It's funny," Linda said. "I love Deborah, but I was indifferent about what went on here until this afternoon. I was walking past the countess' room when the door opened. I was able to get a glimpse inside before Bruno slammed it again. He and someone else were supporting Maria between them. God! I've never seen anyone whipped like that. She didn't look human. She was bright red from head to toe. Every inch of her body was covered with welts. I came back to my room and threw up. I've been sick ever since."
"Listen!" Mark said, his voice an intense hiss. "Promise me one thing. The both of you must get out of town as soon as you can. Especially Deborah. Take her away. As far as you can. If you stay here, the other kids in your group will expect you to join in their games. They'll drag you down even further."
Linda took his hand in hers. "I don't know what we'll do. We've talked about it. We both have money saved for college. We could use it to get a start somewhere. It's all so confusing, right now. Maybe after we're away from here."
Mark gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. Linda's eyes were pools of pale blue. They returned Mark's gaze without wavering. She didn't stir when Mark's stare traveled to her young breasts, which sat firmly on her chest, the pale nipples tight and shiny.
"Modesty is the first thing you lose around here," she said.
"I can see that," Mark replied.
"Speaking of modesty," Linda said, "the quickest way to attract attention is to wander around with clothes on. There's an orgy going on downstairs. Anybody with their pants still on is assumed to be a stranger."
"You don't like my costume?" Mark asked.
Linda jumped from the bed and went over to the closet. She reached up and started rummaging around the shelf. "Why don't you get rid of those clothes? I have something that will help you blend in a little more."
As Mark discarded his shirt and pants, his eyes remained glued to Linda's buttocks. She stretched to grope around the back of the shelf. Her arched back forced the smooth cheeks together, compressing the crack of her ass into a thin black line. At the base of the line, Mark could see little curls of blonde hair peeking through.
"Here we are," Linda said. She turned around holding a length of satin ribbon in her hand. "We'll drape this over your shoulder. You can attach your knife to it and everyone will think you're part of the pirate act."
Mark noticed that she was staring at his massive cock. It hung limply between his legs though he could feel the first stirring along the length of the shaft.
Linda walked over to him. As she reached up to drape the ribbon over his shoulder, her nipples brushed against his. She smiled as he gasped and shuddered. She leaned forward and pressed her breasts against his chest. Mark could feel her nipples springing to life as they ground into the thick matted hair.
"Do you have time?" she asked in a throaty voice.
Mark didn't answer. His cock was beginning to stiffen, swinging outward from his body like a giant boom. His lips were closing on hers when he felt the throbbing knob pressing against something soft and wet. His hard cock was pushing against her clit. Linda groaned and spread her thighs. Mark rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, letting the knob play over her button. He could feel it swelling, digging into the sensitive flesh on the back of the head.
"Like that," Linda groaned. "Don't stop."
Warmth spread across the back of his cock as her flow began. Her hips began a slow bump as she rode her labia over his cock. The ache in Mark's balls spread its warmth through his loins. His hips were moving in long, easy circles as he punched the knob of his cock against her clit.
"I'm going to have an accident if we don't do something," Mark gasped.
Linda groaned. She dug her nails into Mark's arms. Then her arms went up and around his neck as she pressed against him. Her juices drenched his throbbing cock. His hands went around her firm buttocks as he tried to lift her up and onto his shaft.
"In a second," she moaned. "I want to be good and hot for this one." The movement of her hips were becoming jerkier as she lost control of them. Her nipples were little rocks cutting into Mark's. He felt her smooth stomach pressing and rubbing against his. His eager fingers traveled down the crack of her ass, past the brown opening to the base of her cunt. They slid back and forth over the lubricated lips as small cries started coming from her throat.
Suddenly, she spun around, her back to him. With a graceful movement, she bent over and grasped her ankles with her hands. Her buttocks were facing him, spread wide, her slit shining as its juices trickled down the insides of her thighs.
"Like this baby," she cried. "Stick it in! Please! I can't wait, anymore!"
Mark stepped up to her quivering buttocks. She screamed as he plunged his cock into the hilt, groaning as her swollen lips and hot juices closed around it. His shiny shaft flashed in and out of her swollen cunt while the upper half of her body rocked back and forth against her taut thighs.
Mark leaned back as far as he could, still driving his cock in and out. His finger found her anus. He shoved its tip against her sphincter muscle. The muscle tightened and then relaxed as the finger slid into the warm recess of her rectum.
"God! God!" she screamed. "Twist it in, baby! Twist it in as far as it will go! I'm hot! I'm fucking burning up!"
With his finger firmly up her "ass, Marked picked up the tempo of his hips, thrusting deeper and faster as the pressure climbed, pushing the white load against the slit of his cock.
Linda was rocking back and forth. She had let go of her ankles and fallen forward on her hands, her hips heaving up and down as the climax began tearing through her womb.
"Faster! Faster! Faster!" she cried. "Let me feel your spunk! Your hot spunk! Spit it in! All the way to my throat! Drop your rocks! Drop your fucking rocks! Yea! Yea! Yea! Shoot it baby! Shoot it!"
Mark's cum ripped into her climaxing cunt. It would never stop. He came and came, his rock-hard cock pumping load after load, his balls screaming in pain as they were sucked dry. Her cunt filled and shot his own cum back at him, covering his balls and his thighs.
With a cry, she fell to the floor. Mark was on top of her in an instant. He knew the dangers he faced. Linda could be the last woman he would ever have. He forced her over unto her back and jammed his still hard cock back into her drenched cunt. His hips were thrusting as rapidly as before. Another load was building, ready to pour into her flooded womb. Linda could no longer speak. She was no longer a girl, but a screaming nerve, raw and exposed as climax after climax spun through her body. Her throat was raw, every muscle in her body cried out in pain. Still she could not stop it. She wanted more, as much as Mark was willing to give. Her nails tore at his back and buttocks as she drove him even higher. His second load seared the inner walls of her womb, sending a crushing climax through her body that brought her to the brink of blacking out.
The room fell silent except for their ragged breathing as they tried to refresh their spent lungs. They held each other tightly, clinging together for what each knew would be the last time. Linda's legs and arms were locked around Mark's body, pressing her sex against his.
"No!" she cried when he started to break free of her grip.
"I've got to, honey."
Linda started to speak. Her voice caught in her throat as tears welled up in her eyes.
Mark put his finger to her lips. "Just lay here and don't move," Mark said, softly. "Don't look or do anything until you hear the door close. It'll be easier that way."
"Mark-" Mark's hand pressed against her mouth. He got up and moved out of her sight. She kept her head rigid as she listened to him slipping the ribbon over his shoulder and affixing the knife to it. She did not move or speak until she heard the door shut. Then she rolled over on her stomach and burst into tears.
CHAPTER NINE
The countess had a cock in her mouth. She didn't know whose and she didn't care. It was hard, with large veins that throbbed as her tongue wetted down the hot flesh. The cock was ready to come. As she sucked, she jerked off the two boys who stood to either side of her. They were ready to come, too. Her shoulders ached as her hands flew up and down the rigid shafts. Any second, all three would ejaculate, drowning her in a sea of white cum, their jism covering the dried cum already coating her face and breasts.
On stage, Trina's face was twisted and contorted, in pain as it waited for the climax building in her cunt to explode. She held the base of the dildo firmly against the seat of the three-legged stool. She squatted over it, sweat pouring down her breasts and stomach as she bounced up and down on the plastic rod. The rod, the hands that held it and the wooden seat were all covered with her juices.
The cock in the countess' mouth erupted. Her throat moved up and down as she swallowed the white globs pumping into her. The boys to either side of her began crying out. Two threads of white cum arced through the air. One slashed across her face, the other coated her hair. Cum flooded her mouth, oozing out past her lips and down her chin to her breasts. More cum ran down her arms as she continued to pump the still-stiff cocks of the two boys.
Loin cloths lay deserted on the floor as naked children swarmed over the guests. A blonde had scissored herself across Hans' lap, her buttocks flying up and down as she pinioned his cock with her youthful cunt. Another girl bent over the baron's chair, his cock plunging in and out of her tight ass-hole. Her mouth was glued to another girl's cunt as she screamed her agony and passion into the wet labia. Lilly had two cocks up her gash at the same time. The baroness was on her back, surrounded by an unbroken circle of masturbating boys, young hard-ons erect over her body as youthful fists pumped them toward a climax. A girl sat between her legs, a double-headed dildo seated in her cunt and in the baroness'. Mikos had a young girl in a head-lock, forcing her mouth up and down the length of his stiff cock while another girl, sweat pouring down her body, beat his buttocks with a riding crop.
The base of the dildo bounced against the wooden stool as Trina's hips flew back and forth. Her breasts and nipples were on fire, her head thrown back as far as it would go. The damp odor of climaxing sex, pussy juice and exploding spunk rolled in from the audience, sending her higher and higher as passion seared her cunt and clit. She clenched her teeth, holding back as long as she could. The dildo was slipping in her grip, the latex lubricated with her juices. She held back. She fought against it. More cries and screams came from the audience. Now they were clapping in rhythm, all eyes fixed on her, clapping in time with the thrust and hump of her hips, lungs bursting as all held their breaths in anticipation of her climax.
It came with a jolt, tearing a damp, piercing scream from her lungs as she plunged her cunt down on the dildo as hard as she could, forcing the plastic shaft all the way up her cunt, lust and sweat blinding her eyes as she screamed and screamed and screamed.
Trina did not remember falling from the stool. She was on the floor, to be sure, arms and legs outstretched, the dildo up her cunt as her hips continued their slow grind. Her throat was raw, her breasts and nipples still hard. She lay with her back and buttocks firmly against the smooth wood of the stage floor, the klieg lights blinding her vision as the last of the climax trailed its velvety fingers along the walls of her cunt.
Slowly, very slowly, so as to stretch out the sweet pain as long as possible, she withdrew the dildo from her cunt. She brought the white shaft to her mouth and licked it clean of her liquid. The audience went wild in an orgy of clapping, cheering, whistling and foot stamping.
She struggled to her feet, still weak and shaky. She faced the audience and dipped forward in a deep bow, her bare breasts falling away from her body. Gradually, the applause died away and the chamber fell silent.
Trina began to speak. "I could hear a lot of you coming out there, especially the men and boys. The evening isn't quite over, so I hope none of you males were foolish enough to shoot your entire load."
Masculine voices roared angry denials at the stage.
Trina laughed before continuing. "Just in case, our, next presentation is guaranteed to recharge every set of balls in the room. We call it 'The Picnic.' It tells the story of two sisters. They live in an isolated cabin in the mountains, far away from the nearest town with their widowed father. They have just reached the age when young girls become curious about the world around them. When the scene opens, the sisters have set out for a picnic on a hot summer's day. Let's follow them and see what happens."
Excited murmurs rippled through the audience as the curtains closed. The guests and children talked among themselves as the scrapes and thumps of scenery being set into place came from the stage.
Everyone fell silent. The curtains parted on a lush clearing set deep in a forest. It was surrounded by thick foliage. Bright sunlight filtered through the leaves covering the clearing with mottled shadows. Soft, green grass covered its floor, while an unseen brook bubbled nearby.
A rustling came from deep within the branches. They parted and the first sister skipped into the clearing. Once inside the clearing, she paused and looked around as a smile lit up her face. Straight blonde hair fell over her slender shoulders. She wore a pair of faded jeans with the legs cut off at her hips. The jeans were stretched tightly across her hips and buttocks, the crotch cutting into the twin mounds of her pubes. Her breasts, which were just beginning to blossom, were covered by a wisp of a halter. The white halter stood out sharply against the deep tan of her skin. She spun around so the audience could catch a glimpse of her firm buttocks straining against the taut denim of her shorts.
"Louann! Louann!" she called. "Over here! I found it!"
"Where you at, Daisy?" a voice called back from the forest.
"Over here! This way!"
Branches cracked and shook as the second sister stepped into the clearing, struggling with a large picnic basket. "Jesus!" Louann exclaimed as she let the basket fall to the floor with a thud. "I thought for sure I was going to tear my arm off carrying that monster."
Louann was the shorter of the two, with large round breasts and full hips. Her coal black hair was cut short, clinging to her head in a mass of tight curls. Her breasts strained against the front of her cotton dress. The top three buttons were undone revealing the beginning of a graceful white curve. Those that were buttoned strained at their holes as if a sneeze or a deep breath would rip them from the dress as the girl's breasts flew free. The audience could see that the fabric was mashing Louann's large nipples against her breasts. The dress ended just below her hips. As she knelt down and opened the basket, the dress hitched up to reveal the bottom of her bare buttocks.
"This is it, honey!" Daisy exclaimed. "This is the place I was telling you about."
"You sure there ain't nobody knows where this is?" Louann asked.
"I told you there wasn't!" Daisy replied. "I've been coming here for months. Pa ain't never found me. And I've heard him stomping 'round in the woods looking for me."
"This is great!" Louann said as she took silverware and plates from the basket. "How come you waited so long to tell me about it?"
Daisy was opening a large cloth and spreading it over the grass. She shrugged her shoulders. "I guess I figured it was a private place. Place where I could come and sit and dream. Wasn't planning to share it with nobody 'til last night. Then when Pa got drunk and come after you, I figured I'd better show you where it is."
The brunette's face darkened. "Bastard!" She spit the word out angrily. "Ain't got the spunk to go out and get himself a woman! Has to go chasing his own daughters, instead!"
Daisy ran over and threw her arms around her sister. She hugged the girl tightly as she rocked her back and forth. "I'm sorry, honey. I forgot. I wasn't even going to bring it up. That's how come we're on a picnic, to make you forget ah about it. Hell. Don't worry yourself about it. He was blind drunk and didn't know what he was doing."
"He'll remember when he wakes up and sees where I split him with the skillet!" Louann said, her voice still hard.
"Come on! Come on!" Daisy whispered in her ear. "We're all alone where nobody in the whole world can find us. Don't go wasting it by thinking about Pa."
Louann raised her head and kissed Daisy on the lips. "I'm sorry. It was the first time it ever happened. I'm just upset, that's ah."
"You done right bashing him with the skillet," Daisy said. "He tried getting into me, once. That was the time I cut him up with the butcher knife. He ain't tried since. He won't bother you again."
A smile spread across Louann's face. "I'm feeling better already," she said. "You getting hungry?"
"Hungry? That walk up the mountain give me a terrible appetite."
Louann started taking the food out of the basket. Suddenly, Daisy burst into a squeal of hysterical laughter. "What in God's name you got there?"
Louann looked puzzled as she held up the thick, brown sausage. "What you busting up for? You seen sausage before."
"But it looks just like Pa!" Daisy squealed. "You sure you didn't sneak in and cut it off, last night."
"How you know what Pa looks like?" Louann asked.
Daisy fell silent and smiled. "I just know," she said.
"How? Thought you said he never got into you."
"He never did, dummy," Daisy said, her lips going into a pout. "But I still seen him."
"When you ever see him?"
"Can't tell, it's a secret," Daisy replied. She folded her arms across her breasts and turned away from her sister.
"Come on! Tell me. I won't tattle."
"Promise!"
"On Mama's grave!"
Daisy spun around. Both sisters were seated on the ground facing each other. She took her sister's hands in hers as she started talking in a breathless, excited voice.
"It was last summer," she began. "During that terrible hot spell. There was one night I just couldn't sleep. I'd been tossing and turning, throwing off the covers, trying every position I could think of. Nothing helped. I'd even taken off my nightgown and tried sleeping in the raw. After a while, I just sort of gave up and I was lying on my back looking out the window. The moon was full that night, I remember. It was streaming in through the window, bathing my body in this strange glow. And I just lay there having all these funny thoughts, wondering if I'd get a tan from the moon beams, wondering what it'd be like to be the moon and wondering what I'd look like from there.
"All of a sudden, I got this strange idea that I wanted to take a walk. Didn't want to put anything on, either. Just wanted to walk through the woods all naked and feel the moon and the breeze on my bare skin. Well, I tried telling myself it was silly and didn't make no sense. But the urge wouldn't go away. So finally I got up and slipped out the back door.
"I was standing on the back porch, feeling kind of foolish about not having no clothes on, listening to the crickets and wondering where I'd walk to. Suddenly, I seen this light coming from the outhouse. I couldn't figure out what it was 'cause we got no light out there. At first, I figured I didn't want to know. Figured it was something nasty or evil. But my curiosity got the better of me."
Louann strained forward as her sister talked, her eyes wide and her lips parted in amusement. "So what happened next?" she asked.
"Well, you remember that knothole you was always complaining about 'cause you thought Pa had been watching you one day? I squatted down and peeked through that. There was Pa, naked as I was. He had a flashlight and was shining it on a magazine that was sitting across his legs. It was one of them girlie magazines. He had it open to a picture of this naked woman with her legs spread, showing her slit to the camera."
"What was Pa doing?" Louann cried. "What about his thing?"
"Oh, his thing was stiff and hard like that sausage over there. He had his hand wrapped about it and was pumping up and down as fast as he could. His face was all twisted up and sweat was pouring down his body and he was huffing and puffing away. Suddenly he started crying and jerking like he was going into a fit. His hand was moving so fast I couldn't see it no more. Then, bang! This white stuff comes spitting outta his thing. First, a big string of it went leaping into the air. Then more come out, pumping out the slit and pouring down over his thing and his hand. And he kept pumping all the time it was pouring out. Didn't stop 'til there was no more left."
"Yuchh!" Louann exclaimed. "Didn't it make you sick?"
"Oh no!" Daisy said. "I couldn't tear my eyes away. All the while I was watching I was feeling strange all over. My breasts started hurting and getting hard. My nipples were stiff and I got this ache between my legs. It felt damp, like I was getting wet down there. My slit was all greasy."
"What'd you do?" Louann asked. The girl's nipples were starting to swell as she listened, pushing their large tips against the cotton of her dress. She was kneeling down, her dress well up her legs.
"I jumped up and started running. I was scared. I just wanted to run. Guess I thought if I ran far enough I'd make all those strange feelings go away. I didn't know where I was going. I kept following paths up the side of the mountain 'til suddenly I'd stumbled onto this place.
"I stopped the second I broke through the bushes. It looked so peaceful and serene. The grass was a pale green in the moonlight, the blades sparkling with dew. I wasn't scared no more. Ah them things I was feeling suddenly felt good. I looked down at my body. It was all shiny in the moonlight with perspiration. My breasts were moving up and down as I caught my breath, the nipples still hard and tingling.
"Then I went into a trance, what with the moon and everything. I walked forward a few steps, then I threw myself down on the ground, face-down in the grass, feeling the cool dew all up and down my body and the blades of grass tickling my nipples and rubbing me between my legs. And I started squirming around on the ground like I was a snake, rubbing my breasts and slit into the ground. All the time, the feelings were getting stronger. My breasts hurt so, I thought I'd start crying.
"I rolled over on my back and spread my legs. I was all covered with dirt, but I didn't care. I started rubbing the dirt into my body, feeling its gritty roughness against my breasts. I squeezed and rubbed them as hard as I could, my hips arching up toward the moon. And I kept on thinking all the time that the moon was a woman and I was glad she was watching me, glad she could see my sex all wet and swollen. And as I rubbed, the dirt turned to mud, what with the sweat and the dew. I started smearing the mud all over my breasts and my stomach.
"Suddenly, I couldn't control my hands no more. I felt them being dragged down my body as if my slit and the moon were pulling them. I started whimpering when they went between my legs. My slit was all swollen and wet and I didn't know what to do down there so I just started rubbing and poking. Then I touched something that was tiny and hard like a little button. I pressed down on it hard as I could and this jolt shot through my body. And my hips flew off the ground and I cried out as loud as I could. And I kept pressing down and the jolts kept coming while my hips were jerking back and forth as if they had a mind of their own.
"All the while my other hand kept feeling around, getting all wet and sticky. Suddenly, I could feel my fingers inside me, like they were in a hot, steamy cave. And my fingers knew what to do once they were inside. They started flying in and out of my slit, moving faster and faster. And I was screaming and laughing and crying all at the same time. Then something snapped inside me. As if all the heat and the wetness in my slit had broke loose and were pouring through my body. And it become a big hand bouncing me up and down.
"I couldn't move when it was over. I just lay there with my fingers pushed up inside me as far as they'd go. I felt peaceful, like I was the moon floating easy in the sky. I fell asleep, lying naked in the clearing. Dawn was just beginning to break when I woke. I went over and bathed in the brook. Then I slipped back to the cabin before anyone was up."
Louann's eyes had glazed over as she listened. Her breasts were swelling against the front of her dress. She clenched her fists as she pressed them into her lap.
"That's what you do when you come up here!" she gasped. "You take your clothes off and do those things between your legs."
Daisy smiled. She was sitting cross-legged, one of her heels against the crotch of her shorts. Her body rocked back and forth as she pressed her pubes into her bare heel.
"You ever done it?" she asked Louann.
" 'Course not!" Louann said, hotly.
"You don't ever get wet thinking about it?" Daisy continued.
Louann paused for a minute. She sucked her lower hp between her teeth as she shifted her buttocks on the ground. The movement made her dress creep a few more inches up her thighs. Several dark hairs peeked from beneath the hem. She looked down at the ground. "I'm kinda wet right now," she said quietly.
Daisy was next to her, her arm around her shoulders. Louann's body relaxed against her sister's. "Just listening to you made me feel all strange. While you were talking I kept wanting to touch myself all over," she said.
"If I show you something, do you promise never never to tell anybody about it?" Daisy asked.
Louann's arm slipped around Daisy's waist. " 'Course I promise," she said.
Daisy pulled her sister to her feet and led her by the hand to the edge of the clearing where a "thick tree stood. Several feet from its base a limb had been snapped off leaving a nine-inch stub. Louann let out a gasp as her eyes fell on the stub. It had been painstakingly whittled into a stiff cock pointing up and away from the trunk.
"You do this?" Louann cried.
"All by myself," Daisy replied. "Could hardly stop shaking 'til I got it done."
Louann's hand went out. Her fingers brushed against the wooden cock. Her pink tongue darted out as her fingers trailed back and forth over the shaft.
"Want to try it?" Daisy asked from behind her sister.
Louann's body stiffened. "I don't know if I know how," she said, her voice trembling slightly.
Daisy stepped up behind her sister and took her by the shoulders. "I'll show you," she whispered. Her hands moved down over Louann's breasts to the buttons of her dress. One by one she undid them as the dress fell open in front. She slid the dress over her sister's shoulders and let it fall to the ground, leaving the girl entirely nude. The girl's dark nipples were rigid, her large breasts firm and hard, jutting out toward the rough bark of the tree. She stood with her feet apart, tiny beads of juice sparkling on the thick, black hair between her legs.
Daisy gently pushed her forward until she was just inches from the trunk. "Spread your legs a little wider," she said.
The girl obeyed. Daisy's hands moved down her sister's smooth back to her full buttocks. "Arch your hips forward 'til the head's touching your slit." Louann groaned as her labia pressed against the smooth wood.
"Take hold of the trunk with your hands." Louann's hands gripped the trunk firmly, her back still arched away from the tree.
Daisy's face was flushed, her hands trembling as she listened to her sister's moans. "Now grind your slit against the head 'til you're good and wet. It'll slip in when you're ready."
"Oh, God, God!" Louann groaned as her hips started moving. Her legs and buttocks quivered as she rubbed her wet gash against the oaken cock.
Daisy stepped back and watched her sister pressing her sex against the tree. The blonde's hands went to her breasts as she started kneading them through the thin fabric of her halter. Then her trembling hands went behind her back and quickly undid the knot holding the halter together. Her fingers were tearing at the buttons of her shorts even before the discarded halter touched the ground. She skinned the tight shorts down over her hips and legs and stepped out of them.
The golden hair of her crotch was plastered to her labia. The pale bud tipping each breast was a hot pebble radiating heat through her swelling orbs.
Louann's head was thrown back. She had not yet impaled herself on the wooden cock. Daisy stepped up behind her and pressed her burning nipples into the pale, smooth skin of her sister's back. Her hands moved across Louann's heaving stomach to the black bush between her legs. Her fingers forced their way through the tangled hair until they found Louann's throbbing button. Louann screamed as Daisy pinched her clit.
"You're ready!" Daisy gasped.
"But I'm scared," Louann groaned. "Ain't never had nothing that big up me before."
"Just relax yourself against me. I'll ease you on."
Louann's hands left the trunk and locked themselves behind her sister's back. Daisy's hips ground against her sister's soft buttocks as she pushed the girl's cunt against the cock.
There was a cry as the wooden head slipped between Louann's wet labia. Then another as the rigid shaft penetrated further into her cunt.
"Yes! Yes!" Louann screamed. "So hot! So fucking hot!" Her hands were still locked behind her sister's back as her hips thrashed against the tree trunk, the wooden cock all the way up her cunt. Sweat covered her stomach and breasts as her hips picked up momentum, as she rode up and down the shaft and the smooth cock slid in and out of her gash.
"Embrace the tree!" Daisy gasped. "Rub your tits against the bark." Louann's arms went around the tree as Daisy thrust her forward. Daisy stepped back, her hand between her legs as her fingers flew back and forth over her blonde clit, watching her sister hump the artificial cock. The wood was dark, stained with Louann's juices, which dribbled down the insides of her thighs. The brunette's buttocks quivered as they bounced up and down, her hips now out of control as the shaft thrust itself in and out.
"It's happening! It's happening!" Louann screamed. "I can feel it! Inside me! It's starting! Bigger! Bigger! It's swelling! Ready to burst! God! God! Make it last. Make it sweet, Pa! Pa! I can feel him! Yeah! Yeah!"
Daisy caught her sister's body as it fell away from the tree. Carefully, she eased the sobbing girl off the cock and held her head against her breast until the girl stopped trembling.
Louann's head came up as she kissed her sister full on the lips, her arms snaking around Daisy's neck. The two girls embraced each other until Daisy took a step back. "Come on over and sit on the cloth 'til you can catch your breath."
As she cradled Louann's damp body in her arms, a grimace of pain flickered across Daisy's face. She spread her thighs. Her cunt was wet and throbbing. She had not climaxed and now there was a coiled spring deep in her womb, ready to be released at the slightest touch.
She gasped. Louann's hand had touched her thigh. Her sister was staring at the wet hair between her legs. The shiny red lips were swollen, the pink tip of her hard clit peeking out between them.
"You ain't come, yet," Louann whispered.
"Guess I ain't," Daisy replied.
Louann sat up. She took her sister's shoulders in her hands and gently pushed her backwards until the blonde was prone on the cloth.
"What you fixing to do?" Daisy mumbled dreamily.
"Make you come all over the cloth," the brunette replied softly. She had picked up the sausage and held it in one hand while she stroked the rough brown skin with the other.
She sat down between Daisy's spread legs, her own legs opened wide, her cunt only inches from her sisters.
"Please, hurry!" Daisy groaned. "I can't hold it back much longer!"
Louann grasped the sausage with both hands. She twisted and turned its tip against her sister's blonde slit. Her dark nipples sprang to life as she heard the deep groans coming from Daisy's throat.
"Damn you!" Daisy snapped. "Stick it in! As far as it will go!"
With a jerk of her arms and shoulders, Louann forced the sausage up her sister's cunt. Daisy's hips leapt into the air as her arms flew up over her head.
As she thrust the sausage in and out of Daisy's slit, Louann felt the other end tapping against her swollen clit. Without breaking the rhythm, Louann raised herself up until she was squatting over her sister's sex.
She twisted the other end upward toward her dark gash. She began whimpering as she eased her cunt down over the thick sausage. The weight of her body forced the other end further up her sister's slit while the blonde's hands tore at her nipples and breasts.
"Force it in! Force it in!" Daisy groaned.
Louann strained as she shoved it in, stroking her clit as the meat forced her labia apart. They gripped the sausage as did her sister's. Both sets of labia, blonde and brunette, were just inches from each other.
"Hump it! Hump it!" Daisy cried. Her buttocks writhed and snaked against the cloth.
"We're touching! Our pussies are touching!" Louann screamed.
The two girls ground their gashes together, sliding the wet lips back and forth over each other as their juices mingled and coated the other's pubic hair. Louann was on her side, her legs scissored between Daisy's. The bodies of the two girls gleamed beneath the lights. They had locked their hands together and were rocking back and forth, the sausage snug in their wombs. Each girl had her head thrown back, her mouth wide open in a scream of ecstasy as the hot lava of their climaxes prepared to overflow.
They came together, coating the other's thighs and stomach with their juices as each screamed her profanities and her lust to the trees and the sky overhead. Hands locked, both humping the sausage and the other's slit, they kept up the rocking until they had spent the last of their juices.
Members of the audience sprang to their feet. Thunderous applause echoed through the hall. The audience cried for an encore. The two girls knelt side by side, their hips touching. The drenched sausage lay between them. Each had a knife and cut off her end of the sausage. With their arms around each other, each popped the tip into the other's mouth.
They began slicing the sausage into pieces, throwing each piece out into the audience. Hands and bodies struggled and tore for the slices. The pieces were jammed up wet gashes, rubbed against stiff cocks, held against noses and inhaled. Chairs were overturned as tangled bodies fell to the floor. A stray piece slid across the floor like a hockey puck. Two girls and a boy reached it at the same time. They clawed and punched at each other. In the struggle, one of the girls gripped the boy's stiff cock. She forgot about the sausage as she began sucking him. As he felt the warm lips closing around his shaft, he threw the other girl to the floor and began tonguing her gash.
This triggered a reaction throughout the hall. The pieces were forgotten as cocks, fingers, mouths and lips sought the nearest slit. Twosomes, threesomes and foursomes piled on top of each other as the slapping sound of flesh against flesh rose from the tangled bodies on the floor. The final orgy, the orgy that signaled the end of the pageant had begun. Only exhaustion and spent cocks would end it.
CHAPTER TEN
The countess leaned wearily against the pillar that stood to one side of the stage. She held her dress limply in one hand, letting it trail to the floor. Her nude body was covered with bright red welts, hickies and the clear film of drying jism.
The thick mass of flesh spread out over the floor in front of her. The mass writhed and undulated like an orgasm come to life, an orgasm she had created. The disgust was beginning to close in around her. It was only a touch of nausea in the pit of her stomach, but she knew it would grow, sending her to bed where she would he with the covers pulled over her head until it paused.
Six months ago, the mass had been innocent- young children who had come through her doors laughing and giggling, their eyes wide with awe and curiosity. Now they were animals, being driven higher and higher by the heat of their own sex as they lay on the floor clawing and groping for the bigger thrill, the sharper climax.
Her nostrils contracted as they inhaled the odor of wet cum. Cries and moans came from the compressed flesh. The countess turned her head away. The pain was still present between her legs. Despite the tongues and lips, the cocks and exploring fingers, she had not come. Her nerves were like violin strings, tightened and ready to snap. She was tired, not just in body but in spirit as well. The fact was beginning to come home to her. She knew she would drive the next group of young people to even greater perversions. Yet, she also knew that regardless of how high she forced them, there would be no release for her. She was numb, too tired to think about it. She turned and walked slowly out of the hall, trailing her dress behind her.
The bright lights of the corridors hurt her eyes. Her bare feet dragged over the thick carpeting. She stopped and leaned against the wall, wondering if she would have the strength to get back to her room. She tried to shake it off. All she needed was a hot bath, a long session with her dildo and a good night's sleep. Things would look better in the fresh sunlight of the morning.
Her spirits were staring to lift as she turned the handle of her door. She closed the door behind her and threw her dress into a chair in the corner. She let her head fall back as she stretched, raising her arms upward toward the ceiling.
She had started toward the closet when she froze. The curtains were open. The cross stood menacingly in the alcove, partially concealed by the shadows. Impossible! The curtains had been drawn when she left. She never opened them unless the cross was to be used.
Her body tensed. Her mind was blank as her senses strained to pick up the slightest sound, the tiniest movement. Whatever it was, it was behind her. Though she couldn't see it, she could feel it. Eyes were boring into her bare back. She stood with her shoulders back, a smile spreading across her face. She was beginning to enjoy this war of nerves. She was determined to remain still, forcing the other to make the first move.
The blow caught her behind the ear. She dropped to her knees stunned but was still conscious. Rough hands seized her arms and forced her to her feet. Still dazed, she let herself be dragged across the room. She didn't resist as she felt the rough wood of the cross digging into her back and buttocks. Her arms were secured first. Then her legs were spread and lashed to the cross. She tried to focus her eyes, but bright light blinded her vision. She was just opening her mouth to say something when she blacked out.
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She could tell by the pain that she had come to. It was a balled fist swelling in her head, trying to force itself out through her eyes and forehead. Then there was the ache in her arms and shoulders that were stretched tightly above her head. Splinters dug at her flesh as she turned her head and groaned. She opened her eyes. The room was a blur. Bit by bit the details came into focus.
It was him! The one with the scar. He had pulled a chair around in front of the cross. His nude body sprawled casually across the chair, one leg hooked over the arm. He was fingering the razor-sharp blade of a stiletto as he studied her spread-eagled body with icy eyes.
"Who are you?" she mumbled.
"A friend of a friend." His voice was as hard as his body. The body was lean. Not a pound of flesh had been wasted. Every muscle was sharp and clear as if it had been chiseled out of granite. Even his cock had a look of compressed power, though it was hanging limply between his legs.
The countess' head was beginning to clear. The stranger's clear, blue eyes returned her stare without flinching or wavering. He was not mad. Nor was there any anger in them. On the contrary, they were calm and determined.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
The stranger stopped fingering the stiletto and pressed the blade against his cheek. "Trying to decide whether your punishment will be swift or drawn out." There was a detachment to his voice as if he were a doctor delivering a diagnosis.
Sudden fear clutched the countess' stomach. She held her face rigid, not allowing her face to show in her eyes. The fear eased its grip. Yet, as it did so, it seemed to melt away and become a warm glow slithering downward toward her womb. The countess suppressed a smile. Could it be that this battle of wits with the stranger would accomplish what all of her previous depravities had failed to? The warmth had come to rest between her legs. She could feel her clit beginning to stir between her labia. She had to buy time, delay the stranger as long as she could.
"May I ask why you are so eager to punish me?"
The stranger was on his feet. He moved forward until his body was just inches from hers. She winced as he pressed the point of the stiletto against her soft breast.
"I'll give you a hint," the stranger said.
The countess cried out as he drew the point across the tender flesh of her breast, pressing against the skin. The countess clenched her teeth and threw her head back as she continued to massage her with the the blade. Yes! this could be it! Despite her fears her nipple had stiffened and her labia had begun to swell. She could feel the juice beginning to form in her slit.
The stranger had stopped and taken a step back. The countess looked down at her breasts, which was scarlet from the pressure of the knife against it.
"I'm here because of Judy," Mark said simply.
She looked at the stranger and shook her head. "I'm sorry, I don't remember her," she said.
"About five years ago," the stranger said. "She was short, with a doll's face. She had a small birthmark shaped like a heart just over one of her nipples."
Of course, the countess remembered. The brunette and her friend. She had shared her bed with them for a week during their stay. During that time, she had taught them every nuance of Sapphic love that she knew. The girls had learned eagerly.
"She was your lover?" the countess asked quietly.
The stranger's face hardened. He stepped up to her and pressed the point of the stiletto against her throat. The countess did not flinch or draw away. Heat burned at the lips of her slit. The sweat trickling down her breast sent warm sensations throbbing through her pale flesh.
On an impulse, she arched her shoulders outward and brushed her nipples against the black hair matting the stranger's chest. A light flickered in his eyes as he stepped backward.
"You are turned-on by all of this," the countess said. The stranger's cock had begun to rise between his legs. His hard eyes glared at her as his hand pressed down on the rising flesh.
"Don't worry," the countess said with a smile. "I'm not going to seduce you into turning me loose. I have no doubt about how you are going to punish me. I can see in your eyes that nothing will change your mind. Frankly, I'm quite turned-on. Call it my sickness if you will. Perhaps it's the hopelessness of it all. It's real and it excites me. Touch me. You'll see how wet I am."
The stranger dipped his hand between her spread legs. She shuddered as he ran his finger along the length of her gash. Her juices glistened on its tip as he withdrew it.
The stranger looked at his finger and thought for a minute. A hard smile spread over his face. His hand dropped between his legs. This time, he was stroking the underside of his cock. The flesh hardened and became a thick rod jutting upward and outward from his body.
He stepped up to the countess, his body pressed against hers. The knob of his cock poked at the wet lips of her cunt. He laid the point of the knife against her jugular vein.
"What is it that you're going to do?" the countess gasped, her breath heavy and labored. "I am so hot! I can feel you sex against mine."
The stranger pressed his cock against her slit, then relaxed the pressure. He did the same with the knife. He alternated between the two, pushing the knife against her and then his cock.
"Tease me! Tease me!" the countess groaned. "I am getting hotter. It's so close! So close! Torment me more!"
The cry that came from the countess was liquid and bubbly, as if her womb had opened and had spread its juices upward through her diaphragm and lungs, leaving its wet heat up and down her arching hips and body.
The stranger's cock was in her. She could feel her labia closing around its hardness. The sweet pain of his violent entry spread to the tight opening of her rectum and down the inside of her lubricated slit.
Splinters ripped the flesh of her buttocks and back. Thousands of sharp pains sent their fingers through her body to her crotch where they clustered in her cunt and womb, adding to the pain that the stranger was causing. Any second now, it would happen. At last! She would finally find the climax that she had sought all these many years. She could feel the knife point grinding against her throat. Would he slip? Would he drive it in with his spasm? The suspense drove her ecstasy even higher, bringing it closer to the breaking point.
Mark's eyes were glued to the countess. He was breathing heavily as he drove his cock in and out of her cunt. It was getting closer. Her eyes were closed, her lips drawn back, her head rocking back and forth as the climax neared.
Then, in a burst of blinding light, it was upon her. Screams flayed her throat as her hips rode the stranger's cock. She felt the cock explode, felt the white heat pouring into her womb. A second climax followed. Then there was blackness as she passed out.
* * *
A spring breeze touched Mark's cheek. He zipped up his jacket against the night chill. Far below him, the lights of White River glowed in the valley. A bitter smile crossed his face. The town had been freed. Yet, there would be no rejoicing when the news spread in the morning, only outrage over the murder of an important citizen.
His sea bag was where he had left it. As he dragged it from under the bush, he looked down the hill. He could see a flashing red light speeding toward the road that led up to the castle. They had found the countess' body.
He threw the sea bag over his shoulder and began his descent.
A busy night, he thought as he neared the town. Apparently there had been another emergency. More red lights were clustered in the town's east end. Several of them broke away from the group and sped toward the castle.
He moved rapidly, but without panic. They would search the castle first. By the time they fanned out over the hill, he would be well on his way out of town.
He came to a sudden stop as he neared the base of the hill. He could see the town clearly. Police cars were clustered around Sharon's house. The wail of a siren cut through the air as an ambulance pulled up in front of the house. He knew what they had found. The only question was whether she had used pills or a length of clothesline. She had found her peace. He stared at the house for a minute and then continued on his way.
When he reached the base of the hill, he turned north. In the distance he could hear the high whine of cars speeding along the highway. Soon he would be sitting in one as it carried him back to the sea. As he approached the highway, he did not look back. Already, White River was becoming a fading memory.
