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Copyright 1994 by Lysander
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CAITLIN'S TALE
by Lysander
Lysander@vnet.net
Lysander@abspleasure.com
Section D
"Now, Master, now! Fuck me in the ass!"
Robert did not kneel behind her as she expected. Instead he lifted
her off the floor and laid her lengthwise on her stomach on the table.
"Heather," he called. Caitlin turned her head and saw Heather a few feet
away on a bench with her fingers buried in her pussy. Immediately she
stood and walked over to their master. Robert continued. "You did such a
good job getting her ass wet before, you can do it again."
This time, Heather eagerly buried her face between Caitlin's buttocks.
She attacked the prostrate girl's asshole with her tongue. Her tongue
circled Caitlin's anus a few times, getting it slick with saliva. Then she
stiffened her tongue and forced it into the hole. Caitlin's asshole sucked
the muscle in, and Heather was actually able to wriggle her tongue around
inside her. Caitlin bucked her ass up at Heather's face, trying to get
even more of her tongue inside her. Heather moved lower, licking her cunt,
sucking out the sperm of the two soldiers who had already fucked her there.
She heard Robert laughing as he pulled the girl away from her pussy. Then
she felt his cock enter her pussy in one long stroke.
He fucked her slowly for a few seconds, then withdrew from her body.
Slick with the cum of two warriors and one slave, his prickhead poked at
her anus. Hands pried her asscheeks apart, forcing her asshole to open
wider. Slowly, painfully, Robert forced his cock into her. It seemed to
take hours for the head to fully breach her entrance. And Caitlin loved
every second of agony.
Almost anticlimactically, the ring of her asshole clamped down behind
the head of her master's cock. The rest was easier to take, as the bulbous
head stretched open her back passage to allow the rest of his cock to move
into her. "Fill me, Master!" Caitlin pleaded. "Fill my ass with your cock!
Fuck your slut's ass!"
Robert laid down along her back, pressing her breasts into the
tabletop. He held onto the edges and used the leverage to push down even
harder. He was heavy, but Caitlin barely noticed. Almost all her
attention was focused on the fullness in her ass. Robert fucked with
shallow, slow strokes. Caitlin bounced her hips against him. She was his
slave. If he was going to take her, it was only right that he take her
fully. Robert must have understood her message, for he began to lengthen
his strokes and quicken his pace. Soon, he was giving her his entire
length on every stroke. She wanted him to fuck her forever.
Suddenly, Heather's blonde pussy was before her face. "Lick it,"
Robert said. "She deserves pleasure from something besides her fingers.
And you are the only one we will fuck tonight."
That's a shame, thought Caitlin, for she would have loved to suck the
sperm from her pussy, or from her ass. But this is nice, too, she
reflected as Heather lifted her pussy to her mouth. All too soon, Robert
flooded her ass, and Heather flooded her mouth, and she flooded the table.
After that, the men took her three at a time. Actually, she climbed
atop one man, and rode his cock. A second entered her slick ass, and a
third presented his cock to her mouth. The ones in her mouth and ass came
quickly, and were replaced by two more. These two also spent while the
first man remained hard within her. One more man entered her ass. The
cock in her pussy finally came, but the man it was attached to could not
get out from under her. By the time his prick softened and fell out of her
cunt, the other climaxed deep in her rectum. She had not been fucked by
the same cock twice, and she had taken them all except...
"Etienne? Where is my master's brother? I want his cock inside me!"
"You may fuck my brother when I say so. Right now, there are only two
cocks you are allowed to touch."
Caitlin looked over to her master. Robert stood there, stout ropes in
either hand. At his feet sat the two wolfhounds. Long tongues hung out of
their mouths, dripping saliva on the floor. Long thick cocks, pink and
swollen, jutted from the sheaths under their bellies.
Her mind told her that she should be revolted, that her stomach should
be turning at the thought of what her master expected of her. Her mind
told her she should leave and never return, rather than degrade herself in
such a way.
But it was her body that was in control. And her body was filled with
lust. Her body demanded cock, any cock. And the dogs were huge, as big as
most men, with large cocks, almost as big as Robert's. Her mind began to
listen to her body. If she took on the dogs, the other men would fuck her.
She would be allowed to fuck Etienne. She glanced over at her master's
brother. If anything, his cock was bigger than before. Her eyes went back
to the dogs. Look at them! her body said. They'll feel so good inside me,
pounding away at me. You've seen how they fuck bitches, imagine them
fucking me like that, fast and hard and powerfully. Think of it!
Robert saw her staring transfixed at the dogs, at their pricks. "Is
there something you want to ask of me, slave?"
"Please, Master. May I fuck them?"
Robert pretended to look shocked. "You want to fuck these *dogs*
slave?"
"Yes, Master." She was pleading now. She knelt on the floor a few
feet from the men, and from those dogs. "Please will you let me?"
"I may. Is there anything else you want to do?"
"Oh, Master! Yes! I want to suck their cocks too. I want to swallow
their seed! But I want, more than anything else, for them to fuck me.
Please let me fuck them, let me suck them! Please?"
"Very well. Turn around."
She spun on her knees, presenting her backside to the group. She felt
cum trickling down her thighs, cooling on her flesh. She looked over her
shoulder at what was happening. Robert handed one leash to his brother.
He let the other dog advance on her. The dog fought to get away from her
master. Robert was actually leaning backwards as the dog strained toward
her. Robert let the dog get close enough that his snout made contact with
her ass, then he stopped.
The dog's tongue snaked out and licked up her pussy furrow and the
crack of her ass. She heard him snuffle and felt his warm breath as he
tried to clear the juices that had gotten into his nose. His tongue was
wide and rough and wet. While it was not as agile as a human tongue, and
unable to penetrate her, it was very powerful. Every time it lapped at her
crotch, it battered her clit or asshole, and it moved like the dog was
drinking water after three days without.
"Please, Master, let him fuck me!"
Robert let the dog go, and immediately he was mounting her ass. He
was tall enough that he could stand on all fours above her. His powerful
chest and narrow waist merged perfectly with her arched back and upthrust
ass. His cock banged against her pussy, unable to enter her. Desperately,
she reached between her legs and grasped it. It was incredibly hot, hotter
by far than the human cocks she had held. And it was wet, leaking a
copious amount of fluid. It coated her hand as she guided the cock to her
entrance.
The dog did not enter her slowly and smoothly. He cared nothing about
her comfort. As soon as the head was in her pussy, he fucked the rest of
his cock into her in a single lightning-fast stroke. Caitlin was driven
forward by the thrust, and she half-whimpered in pain, half-squealed in
excitement. She rested her head on her arms and let the dog fuck her as
hard and as fast as he wanted. His furry balls rubbed against her clit on
each instroke. The knot at the base of his cock stretched her pussy open.
She spread her knees wide apart and felt his hot belly rub along her
asshole, the hairs tickling her anus and exciting her further.
She noticed she was whimpering. That and the dogs' heavy breathing
were the only sounds in the hall. All evening, the men had made lewd
comments to and about her, in French and English. There had been cheers
and shouts of encouragement, and always laughter. But now, there was only
silence, except for the sounds of bestial passion.
She opened her eyes. The men were dumfounded, even her master.
Obviously, they had not believed she would do this so willingly, or enjoy
it so much. That she was able to shock even these men thrilled her to her
core. She decided to carry the performance even further.
She reached between her legs once more. She wrapped her fingers
around the dog cock and, when he pulled almost all the way out, jerked him
out of her pussy. Before the dog could make a forward thrust, she placed
the head at her asshole. She howled when he fucked into her.
The dog howled as well, whether in response to her own cry or at the
tightness of her ass, Caitlin had no idea. The dog tried to fuck her ass
as hard and fast as he had fucked her cunt, but, despite the amount of
fucking and semen it had received that night, her ass offered much more
resistance to the invading cock. Although the pleasure she felt from the
dog cock in her ass was great, the pain from his frantic fucking was also
considerable. She wondered if she might have made a mistake.
She placed her shoulders directly on the floor and reached for her
pussy with both hands. Three fingers of one hand went into her cunt, while
two fingers of the other massaged her clitoris. She fucked herself in time
to the hound's thrusts in her ass. She rubbed her clit even faster. As
the small orgasms piled up, her ass relaxed even more, and she felt nothing
but pleasure from the dog cock inside her. Even the small amount of pain
she felt was pleasurable, like stretching aching muscles. This allowed the
dog to fuck her even faster.
The prick in her ass and her fingers on her cunt soon had their
effect. She climaxed under the dog's assault and her own ministrations.
Her asshole spasmed around the dog cock, sending him over the edge as well.
As her pussy quivered under her hands, she felt the dog's hot semen shoot
deeply into her ass. His cock swelled to enormous proportions, and Caitlin
was momentarily concerned that he would rip her apart. But after the
first couple of spurts into her ass, the dog's cock popped out. There was
some pain as the swollen head forced its way past the ring of muscle, but
it only added to her climax. As the dog walked away from her, satisfied,
Caitlin waved her hips in circles, wanting more.
She heard the other dog behind her, claws scrabbling on the floor as
he tried to get at her. "You said you wanted to suck one, yes? And
'swallow his seed?'"
She turned over and looked at the dog's turgid cock. He was smaller
than the other one. She might be able to get the whole thing in her mouth.
She propped herself on her elbows and licked her lips.
"Aye, Master. Let me suck this one, please?"
Robert led the dog up to her. He tried to lick at her pussy, but
Robert pulled him forward. He awkwardly tried to lower himself so that he
could fuck her, but Robert pulled him forward. Finally, his cock was
pointed straight at her watering mouth.
Without preamble, Caitlin opened wide and let the dog walk his cock
into her mouth. His prick was just as hot as the other's, and it was also
leaking prodigiously. His fluid tasted gamier than the men's, but just as
delicious in its own way. It was definitely recognizable as semen, and she
wondered if the men would taste this way if they ate nothing but meat all
their lives.
His cock didn't seem as filthy as she had expected, either. Certainly
it felt cleaner in her mouth than Ralf's had, but she couldn't smell it
because of the overpowering scent of unwashed dog fur. When the dog got
his cock into her mouth, instinct took over and he began to fuck her face
like a pussy. She let him batter her lips for a few moments, but stopped
him because he was hitting her nose, making tears well up in her eyes. She
raised one hand and braced it against his hind legs, preventing him from
fucking her mouth.
Instead, her mouth fucked him. She bobbed her head up and down on his
prick. It constantly leaked thin salty fluid, and she enjoyed letting it
fill her mouth and flow over her taste buds before she swallowed it. She
took it out of her mouth and kissed up and down its length. She licked the
sides and underside. She circled the pointed head with her tongue. At
last she took it back into her mouth. She sucked hard, drawing more fluid
from the dog's pisshole. She wanted to stroke his cock, but she needed
both hands to hold herself up and to keep the dog from accidentally
breaking her nose.
The dog began fighting her. His cock got harder and larger. More
precum leaked from his cock, filling her mouth more quickly. It was
thicker, now, as well. She knew the dog would come very soon. She hungered
for his semen, she wanted it to flood her mouth and run down her chin. She
wanted to drown in dog cum. Suddenly, the dog went stiff-legged and she
felt the first burst of jism against the back of her throat. It was
thinner than a man's, but with a wilder taste. And there was so much more
of it. Caitlin was hard-pressed to swallow it all. Indeed, despite her
efforts, a good deal of it did run down her chin and drip on her tits. She
swallowed and sucked and swallowed again. It seemed like she was trying to
swallow the sea.
But gradually, the tide ebbed. The river of cum became a stream, then
a trickle. Caitlin sucked as hard as she could to get every last drop the
dog cock had to offer. When she had gotten it all, the dog stepped back.
She licked her lips to gather up as much cum as she could. The wolfhound
dipped his head and lapped his own semen that had fallen to her tits. His
tongue felt rough and cool on her nipples. He followed the trail of his
cum up her chest and neck, to her face. When he had lapped it all up, he
walked away, ignoring her.
Caitlin fell to her back. She spread her legs and pawed at her pussy.
"Please, Master. May I fuck your brother now? Please will you let me feel
him inside me?"
"No. You're still not ready."
Robert helped her up and led her over to the wooden frame. "If you
want Etienne to fuck you, you have to be bound in this frame."
The frame was almost eight feet tall. She noticed that the lower half
had holes at regular intervals in each post. Two pegs were placed in each
post just lower than the levels of her knees. Robert helped her step onto
the pegs. While he held her steady, two of the soldiers put her wrists in
the upper bracelets. They were stiff and lined with soft fur. Then they
put her ankles in the other cuffs. When she was bound hand and foot,
Robert pulled out the supporting pegs, leaving her dangling by her wrists.
Caitlin groaned in painful ecstasy. "Will Etienne fuck me now,
Master?" she panted. "Please?"
Robert just grinned at her. "No. But everyone else will."
"Ooohhh, Master!"
Ralf stepped up to her, breathing heavily in her face. He grabbed her
roughly by the buttocks and lifted her onto his cock. She felt another
cock nudge against her asshole. When Ralf let her sink, she was impaled
front and back on two hard, long pricks. She sighed contentedly. Four
hands lifted her, using her entire body to stroke the members inside her.
Her arms were too weak to lift herself very high, and her feet had nothing
beneath them; she could not even wrap her legs around Ralf. She could only
rely on the strength of the soldiers to satisfy her.
Even though Caitlin was somewhat small, even though they were used to
wielding heavy weapons in combat, even though there were two of them, the
men could not raise and lower her body fast enough. Bending at the knees,
they began to spear their pricks up into her holes. They fucked into her
at the same time, lifting her as her cunt and asshole resisted their entry.
She rose and sank on the stiff rods inside her, over and over and over
again. Eventually, the warriors came inside her. They were replaced by
two more, who fucked her to the edge of insensibility, through innumerable
orgasms. Five times in all she took cocks in her cunt and ass, hanging
from her wrists.
Only Robert and Etienne were left now. "I'm ready now, Master. Please
let your brother fuck me. Please let him fuck me."
Robert bent down to unbuckle the ankle cuffs. He placed the pegs in
the highest holes and lifted her to stand on them. Her head was now above
the crossbar. She was too high for Etienne to fuck now. She wondered what
her master had planned for her.
Etienne stepped out of the crowd. Caitlin was too fascinated by the
giant's cock to notice what he carried. Then she saw. His sword. Still
in its scabbard, he set its tip against the floor. It was a two-hand sword
made for a giant's proportions. The hilt was nearly two and a half feet
long, and the pommel was bigger than her fist. It reached almost to her
cunt. In fact, she could look down and see droplets of sperm fall on the
pommel from her leaking pussy.
"If you can take this," Robert was saying, "I'll know you're ready for
Etienne." Caitlin shivered in anticipation.
While the brothers held the sword steady, Caitlin slowly lowered
herself to the hilt. Her pussy lips touched the steel ball on the end, and
she was surprised to find that it was not cold. She twisted her hips
about, rubbing her cunt on the ball and on as much of the grip as she could
reach, getting it wet with the juices that were now veritably pouring out
of her. The grip was wrapped in leather strips, well-worn from use. But
even so, she could feel the roughness left to the edges as she stroked her
clit up and down its length.
Finally, she thought she had gotten it wet enough. The leather felt
wonderful, but she was determined to fuck this sword so that she could fuck
Etienne's... sword. Perhaps later she could wheedle a leather-hilted
dagger from one of the warriors for her own use. The ball at the end of
the hilt wasn't really a sphere, it was more egg-shaped, for battering at
enemy heads. Caitlin rotated her cunt on the rounded tip of the pommel,
widening her hole to accept it. As she sank lower, she continued moving to
and fro, stretching the muscles to accommodate the rapidly widening pommel.
When she reached the widest point, she found she could not stretch any
more. She resorted to brute force, pushing directly down upon the steel.
She looked down to see how much she had gotten in, and saw Robert looking
up at her, an approving smile playing across his lips. She redoubled her
efforts. Then, suddenly, her muscles stretched and she dropped like a rock
on the sword hilt. She caught herself before she fell too far. The pommel
had entered her so suddenly, it had caused some pain.
Robert stood and massaged her clit with his middle finger. This
caused her to relax even more, and she was able to once again begin moving
down lower. Her pussy lips wrapped around the leather strips. They clung
to the hilt. She had never felt so full. The pommel felt heavy in her
pussy. It stretched her walls more than they had ever been stretched
before. Again she looked down to see how far she had taken the hilt inside
her. About half was buried inside her. She twisted around a little. This
was all she was able to take, she decided.
She began to stand up on the pegs again. Slowly, she moved off of
the weapon. She wasn't sure, but she thought she could see the outline of
the pommel inside her belly. Up and down she moved on the hilt. Each
stroke took half a minute. Then a quarter. Soon, she had relaxed enough
that she was taking a foot of leather-covered steel in little over a
second. She wished she had Etienne on top or underneath her. He would
fuck her hard and fast. But the leather felt wonderful against her clit.
She felt a pair of lips on hers.
It was the first time she had been kissed that night, and it surprised
her. Only one man was tall enough to kiss her on this perch. She opened
her eyes to see Etienne. But if he was kissing her, who was holding the
sword? She glanced down. The sword was still standing on its tip, her
pussy the only thing keeping it from toppling.
Faster she moved on the sword, squatting and standing, back as
straight as she could manage to allow as much of the rigid steel as
possible in her. The pommel was so filling, and the leather wrappings so
stimulating, she knew she would climax at any moment. Faster and faster
she fucked the weapon. She was moving almost as though she were fucking a
man now. She squatted and stood, squatted and stood, and then...
She heard a clank as the sword fell to the floor.
"Nooo!" she sobbed as she tried to fuck empty air. She had been so
close. Only one thing could be as filling as that sword. "Master," she
pleaded. "Now Master, PLEASE!"
"Take her, brother," he said simply.
Etienne's powerful arms wrapped around her waist. In a single motion,
he brought her down on top of his prick. He wasn't as wide as the pommel
had been, but the girth of his prick was constant all the way to the root.
He lifted and lowered her on his cock as though she were a feather pillow.
He crushed her body to his. He had been waiting all night, watching her
suck and fuck all those other men, and dogs, and even his own sword. He
flooded her pussy with his cum. So forceful was his ejaculation, that it
forced out the spendings of all the others she had had that night.
Stay hard, she prayed. Stay hard. She finally had him and she could
not stand the thought of losing his cock so soon. Her prayers were
answered. He stayed firm inside her. He continued bouncing her on his
groin. She screamed her climax in his ear, her strongest one of the night.
She went completely limp. She hung from the crossbar, her legs relaxed
around Etienne. Only his grip on her ass and thighs kept her from sliding
off of his magnificent member.
She felt someone loosening the bonds that held her to the frame. She
felt herself falling, but she didn't care. She was completely filled.
Strong hands caught her and she vaguely realized she was being carried,
Etienne still rampant in her cunt, to a table. She felt the giant's body
on top of her, she felt him fucking her savagely, but she was too exhausted
to care. In a way, she barely noticed it. Her body kept climaxing, and
she heard her own screams of passion. But her mind was somewhere else,
retreating from the overwhelming sensations.
I think I remember more men buggering me, even Etienne, that night.
And the dogs again. And dear Heather. But it is mostly a blur. I might
be just remembering other nights when Heather and I served our master by
serving his men.
Of course, it lasted only a year. Robert was felled by one of those
Welsh arrows on a raid. Then Heather wed Etienne -- and the girl was even
smaller than I was! -- and they left. When the king gave the keep to a new
knight, I was more or less included, by my own choice. But the new man was
no Robert, and one day I learned what it was like when the tables were
turned. But that's another story.
But wait! I hear your mother coming. Get your hands out of your
skirt, girl!
...but ye have to be careful not to let it cool too long, or it loses
its flavor and...
Oh, hello, daughter! Just telling the little one some of the things a
woman must know.
The End
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Copyright 1994 by Lysander
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E-mail: Lysander@vnet.net or Lysander@abspleasure.com
Lysander
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