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(MFF, bd, oral, anal, orgy) *** It is the era of Victoria. Elizabeth and Catherine's mutual friend, Lord Bertram Brashly, has invited them for a round of debauchery at his mansion on the outskirts of London. Elizabeth and Catherine are dear friends who have been involved in a vicious game of one-upmanship towards Bertram for some time, and each has contrived a little scheme with the Lord, each unbeknownst to the other. They consider the plans they have made carefully as they ride in their private coach towards the mansion. Catherine believes that once the conjugal bed of the weekend is reached, she and Bertram would force Elizabeth to her back, tie her down tightly, spread- eagled, and Catherine would force Elizabeth to pleasure her with her mouth as she watched Bertram brutalize her on the bed. Elizabeth knows of this scheme, however, and has comprised a variation, which Bertram had agreed to. Catherine would learn of it, of course... only too late! The Lord's butler greets them at the door, explaining that Lord Brashly is busy with a cabinet minister at the moment, and would be along shortly. He meets them when their dinner is half over, throwing his great coat aside and seating himself without asking their leave. Even though it is his house, there ARE ladies present, after all! But then, that is the roguish charm that has captured both of their hearts, and their loins as well. He regales them with his clever tales of political intrigue that he is so famous for, and concludes the meal with an excellent French Cognac. Most men would have imposed pipe-smoke on their guests, but Lord Brashly had always found the stuff deplorable. Rather, he continued to tell his witty stories, becoming, by the tiniest increments, more ribald and lurid. His tales of the chamber maids of 10 Downing street raised their temperatures, and brought a blush to their cheeks; not a blush of embarrassment, but rather that indication that the blood was quickening, the heart was racing, and the mind ready to surrender to the passion of the body. Quietly, the Lord dismisses his servants for the evening, bidding that they remain in the east wing of the mansion. Then, one arm around either of their shoulders, he guides them to his room in the uppermost floor of the west wing, his voice dropping and his stories becoming open advances. He privately exchanged conspiratorial glances with each of the women, but Elizabeth knew that the one for her was the only genuine one. Once in his sanctum, he dismissed himself to change his clothing, allowing the ladies to make themselves "more comfortable." Each had dressed in an undergarment of scandalous nature... Catherine's black, Elisabeth's white. As they removed their outer clothes, they gazed with mutual admiration at each other's bodies... Catherine admiring Elisabeth's full figure, Elizabeth admiring Catherine's willow slimness. Lord Brashly re-entered the room clad in his oriental silk robe embroidered with dragons, and naught else. The three sat on the edge of the bed, Elizabeth in the middle, as had been planned. Catherine stroked her neck gently as Bertram kissed her lips softly, until Elisabeth's eyes closed in passion... the passion was very genuine, but the closing of her eyes was part of her very carefully orchestrated plan. Burt rum's hand deftly took the place of Catherine's at stroking Elisabeth's alabaster throat, and Catherine gently lifted herself off of the bed and stole to the cabinet next to the door. Casting a glance back to see Elizabeth still enthralled by the skilled lips of Lord Brashly, she stealthily opened the cabinet and drew from it four lengths of silken rope, which she had prearranged with Lord Brashly to leave there. Quietly, with the utmost of care, she slipped up behind Elizabeth, and caught the Lord's eye. At her nod, he threw his weight upon Elizabeth, catching her by surprise (so Catherine thought!) and forcing her flat onto the bed. Catherine threw both of her arms to the task of wrestling Elisabeth's right wrist to the uppermost right bedpost, and once there, she tied it tightly with one of the lengths of rope. Elizabeth struggled (but not too much) and cried out in alarm, but to no avail. The Lord took one of the lengths of rope from Catherine and secured Elisabeth's other wrist. The two conspirators looked down at their victim (or so one of them thought!), and chuckled to themselves. Elizabeth, knowing what was to come for her would-be tormentor, Catherine, was hard pressed to maintain the illusion of one concerned. But, as she was an excellent actress, she maintained the appearance of a betrayed woman, bound helpless by two villains. Catherine and Bertram slowly removed the fastenings from her shoulders, and peeled the scandalous negligee from Elisabeth's helpless body. Once it had cleared her feet, Catherine threw herself to the task of binding Elisabeth's right ankle to the lowermost right bedpost, and Bertram bound her left ankle just as tightly. "Now you will please me," said Catherine, as she walked to the foot of the bed. "And as you please me, I will watch my Lord Brashly ravish you to insensibility!" The bitchy wench placed her hands saucily on her hips and swayed them back and forth, as she knelt on the foot of the bed, between Elisabeth's wide-spread feet. Elizabeth fought not to look at Bertram as he pulled a length of rope from his own pocket, and walked behind Catherine. As Catherine stuck her tongue out at her rival for a portion of Burt rum's affections, Bertram grabbed her wrists roughly from behind her, causing her to cry out in surprise. With practiced ease, Bertram bound her wrists securely behind her, binding them tightly, just loose enough not to cut off her circulation, but guaranteeing her bondage! Catherine glanced about, trying to discern the purpose for this break in her carefully orchestrated plan, when she saw the broad smile on Elisabeth's face. "Witch!" cried Catherine. She struggled, to no avail. Bertram quickly spread Catherine's legs wide as she knelt between Elisabeth's ankles, and bound Catherine's knees to opposite bedposts. Catherine snarled, continuing to hurl epithets at her rival. "Slut! Whore! Bitch! You've suckled the cocks of street dogs, you witch!" "Such disagreeable poetry!" said Elizabeth, as she gazed, bound, upon her would-be tormentress. "If only we had some gag for that villiferous mouth of hers," mused the Lord. "Oh, but I have a gag!" said Elizabeth, as she gyrated her hips, thrusting her pussy upward. "And she is in just the right position to be gagged by it!" "So she is! How clever, my dear!" "What? No! No, you bastard!" Catherine screeched, as Burt rum's strong hand grasped her by the back of her head and forced her to bend forward. She struggled, but in her kneeling position, she had no leverage, so her struggles did nothing but excite her tormentors. As Bertram pressed her face against Elisabeth's wide- spread snatch, she clamped her lips shut, denying Elizabeth the warm wetness of her mouth and tongue. This bothered Elizabeth very little. Once Catherine's face was pressed into her pussy, Bertram, still holding Catherine by the back of her head, began to rotate her head gently, up and down, back and forth, rubbing Catherine's nose and tightly pursed lips over Elisabeth's vulva and clitoris. With his free hand, he pulled forth more rope from his robe pocket, and bound Catherine's upper arms firmly to Elisabeth's thighs, trapping Catherine's upper body and head in their humiliating position, between the helpless Elisabeth's wide-spread thighs. Elisabeth's hips began to wiggle, to sway, eventually to churn. The heat of her passion moistened her cunt, and Catherine, resigned to her fate, began to open her mouth, little by little, at first placing very small, delicate kisses on Elisabeth's outer pussy lips, then larger open-mouthed kisses directly on her cleft, and eventually, the soft, wet velvet of her pink tongue caressed Elisabeth's clitoris, flicking it by the tip and stroking it for the whole length of the tongue. Bertram released Catherine's head, knowing that even if she wished, she could not rise from her bound position of subservience; knees spread wide, ass sticking up high into the air, breasts pressed flat against the bed sheet, and face pressed against Elisabeth's hot, wet snatch. Dropping his robe, the Lord Brashly moved to the head of the bed, and grasped Elizabeth roughly by the hair. Elizabeth smiled as she moaned in passion. Catherine's torment had not yet even begun! She played at struggling as Bertram brought the tip of his cock to her lips, but gladly opened her mouth and accepted his manhood into it, sliding her tongue along its underside and wrapping her tight lips around it. His fingers twined into her hair, and pulled her head hard against his stomach, choking her with his massive cock. She moaned as best she could, slightly fearful that in his passion, the rape of her mouth might choke her to death! But the heat of fear mingled with the heat of lust, and created an unparalleled aphrodisiac. He gazed down at her open, upturned eyes, and whispered "Make it slick. It must be well oiled for the job ahead." So, he WAS going to do as Elizabeth had asked! She closed her eyes and bobbed her head back and forth, slathering the cock with her saliva, sucking and licking with a passion never before felt. Her cheeks dented inward with the sheer force of suction she applied, as she pulled the whole length of his cock into her mouth again and again, feeling it press down her throat with each thrust. She moaned, and whimpered, her voice making protests with no words... she knew her Lord was excited by his forced conquests, and she wanted his cock as long and hard and wide as it could be... she wanted to turn it into a weapon, a sword to be plunged to the depths of her opponent! Roughly, he pulled her head away, his huge cock bouncing with the force of his pulse. It glistened wetly in the torch light, dripping with her slick spit. Terrible purpose was etched in his eyes, as he walked back towards the foot of the bed. Catherine had watched this interplay with fear in her eyes, the while her mouth was working away at Elisabeth's clitoris. Her eyes followed Bertram as he walked around behind her, fear and apprehension growing in her face. She moaned a question into Elisabeth's cunt, but the answer would come in action, not words. Catherine jerked as Bertram tore the bottom of her negligee out, and she started to shiver, more from fear than the sudden cold draft against her bare bottom. She started to shake her head in protest, fearing dreadfully what was to come, but the motion did nothing except to excite Elizabeth with the new movements against her pussy. She began to moan, to whimper, to shed tears of fear. Elizabeth looked down into her eyes and smiled a wide, gloating smile. Bertram braced himself behind Catherine, and looked down at her upturned ass. Elizabeth caught the smile of a maniac as he gently reached down and spread her Lilly-white asscheeks wide, exposing the fullness of her pussy and asshole. Catherine rocked back and forth, from one knee to the other, the only action she could take against him in her bound condition. She was screaming into Elisabeth's crotch now, in terror. Elizabeth had a momentary second thought, but then considered what Catherine had had in store for her, and lost all qualms. In fact, she ground her pussy against Catherine's mouth even harder, silencing her. Bertram brought the tip of his turgid, slippery cock to Catherine's helpless asshole, and slowly started to force it in. If Catherine's reaction to the prospect of this act had been fear before, now it was unadulterated terror. Bertram obviously reveled in the sounds she made with her face pressed tight into Elisabeth's wide- spread snatch, and Elizabeth had one of many orgasms from the sound alone. And that was just the first contact of cock to anus! Elizabeth settled back, still bound, but very much in control of her rival, to await the actual penetration. Bertram steadied Catherine's rocking ass with a heavy hand, and with the other, he held the tip of his cock firmly against Catherine's anal opening, and he began to lean forward, pressing with all of his weight and the strength of his magnificent legs. Catherine clenched her rectum tight, locking her teeth into a rictus of muscle contraction, but it was no use. The strength of Burt rum's thrust was not to be denied, and his penis forced slowly into her tight, hot asshole. Catherine's scream through clenched teeth caused Elizabeth to scream with her orgasm, and the juices from her pussy drenched Catherine's face. Bertram still slowly rammed his raping cock deeper and deeper into Catherine's shithole, tearing a long, loud scream from the impaled bitch. Elizabeth ground her pussy up into Catherine's bared teeth and lips, helpless to do anything else and loving it. Bertram was a master of control over his own body... it took him five solid minutes to complete that first penetration, five minutes of intense, excruciating agony for Catherine and five minutes of ecstatic lustful pleasure for Elizabeth. After that five minutes, Bertram paused, his balls slapping against Catherine's peach-furred pussy, his cock buried to the hilt in her tight, virgin rectum. He stood there, reveling in the tightness and heat of her ass, as she slowly adjusted to the presence of his cock. In a moment, the pain was bearable, and all she could do was to continue to lick Elisabeth's pussy. As soon as Lord Brashly realized she had begun to become accustomed to his cock, he yanked it half-way out, and rammed it back in again in one painful motion. The scream was not as loud or as long, but it redoubled as he did it again. Shortly, he was pumping his cock in and out of her asshole, ramming it with the full strength of his back and legs, putting all of the force at his command into the act of sodomizing Catherine. Her repeated loud screams turned into one long, low moan of total agony, which sent Elizabeth into an intense orgasm that lasted just as long. The sound of his loins slapping into her ass cheeks filled the room like thunderclaps, and he ground his teeth together and bent the entire force of his will to completing the rape. The tight ring of her anus squeezed his cock deliciously on entering, and on his outstroke, it bulged outward slightly, as though unwilling to let the raping cock leave. He stared down at it... at his cock vanishing into that puckered hole, at Catherine's slim, alabaster ass taking his repeated thrusts, at the length of her back clad in black lace and silk, at the mass of tangled red hair that bobbed up and down between Elisabeth's legs. His eyes continued upward, seeing Elisabeth's white belly pulsing with her breath, her huge breasts bouncing back and forth as the shock of his thrusts were transmitted through Catherine's bound body directly to Elisabeth's twat, and at the look of total abandonment on Elisabeth's face. Elizabeth looked up, locked eyes with him, and licked her lower lip with the tip of her tongue. That was all it took. With a primal groan of passion, Bertram rammed his cock to the hilt in Catherine's sore, helpless asshole, and spilled rope after rope of thick, gooey sperm up her very bowels. Elizabeth matched his groan with a scream, and Catherine, to her own surprise, screamed in the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. Lord Brashly withdrew, after a time, and rinsed himself off at the basin. Returning to the bed, and sitting on the edge, he reached out two hands, to stroke the hair of both beautiful women. "Now, then," he said, his cock starting to rise once again, "what shall I do to you next?" *** Several weeks later, Lord Brashly invited his two lovelies back to the mansion. Elizabeth, assured that she had captured the top position in Lord Breshly's affections by her willing assistance in the rape of Catherine's virgin anus, comported herself with an air of superiority. She knew who was who in this triangle, and where the affections lay. What she had not counted on, however, was Catherine's persuasiveness in private moments. Catherine had gone to him the next night, and offered herself to him, totally and completely, on the condition that the next time the three met, it would be Catherine who took control, and Elizabeth who suffered under Burt rum's hands and cock. Since she made the offer in the scant moments when her mouth was not filled by his penis, it was, of course, accepted. Again, they each had their dreamy smiles as their coach approached the mansion, but this time, it was Catherine who forced herself to keep the evil glint from her eye. Again, Lord Brashly was late for supper, having important business with an ambassador. He joined them loudly, and in a foul mood, his dealings having gone somewhat sour. Catherine made sympathetic noises, but smiled inwardly.... his temper would feed the force of his passion tonight, and Elizabeth would be its focus! The supper was excellent, though, so in all outward appearances, Lord Brashly had regained his world-famous composure by desert. Over cognac, he told mildly ribald tales of the Arabs and their proclivities, and slowly became increasingly lurid. It was a style of story telling both women loved with a passion, for Burt rum's voice alone could dampen them between their legs, and his wit and gift with words could melt their hearts into boiling pits of fire in their bellies. When he stood and suggested retiring for the night, they were ready, wanting him with all of the passion in them. Again, he dismissed the servants to their quarters in the east wing, and taking one woman's arm in each hand, he led them, gently, to his sanctum, his low voice whispering of delights to come, sending shivers down their spines. Again he left them in the sanctum while he went to change into his oriental silk robe, and they disrobed down to their French lingerie, again admiring each other's bodies, but only Catherine knowing, for a fact, that Elisabeth's body would be her personal plaything before the night was through. When Lord Brashly returned to the room, he complimented both women on their choice of lingerie, and invited them to join him on the bed. There was a quick computational wink for Catherine as Elizabeth bent over to remove her last slipper, and then the three of them were on the bed, their hands roaming over each other's bodies, their lips and tongues meeting in frenzied kisses. Then, Bertram took one of Elisabeth's wrists in his strong hand, and pushed it up, against the headboard, near the post of the bed. He glanced over at Catherine, and nodded... it was time for the evening's betrayal and rape! Smiling, Elizabeth allowed herself to be pushed back onto the bed, knowing that Bertram would most likely position Catherine's lascivious mouth between her thighs again, and perhaps force Catherine to suffer more indignities over her own helpless body. She was not in the least worried when Bertram and Catherine bound her wrists to the headboard, and stripped her naked. Then, however, she saw the looks between Bertram and Catherine, and began to struggle. Catherine laughed at her as she tied down Elisabeth's left ankle, and Bertram merely chuckled as he tied down her right. Elizabeth suddenly realized that the rules had changed, and not in her favor. Catherine walked a slow semi-circle around the bed, her slim hips swaying seductively. Elizabeth pulled hard on the ropes binding her down, knowing that Catherine's torments a few weeks before would make her own seem pale in comparison. "My Lord," said Catherine, "Our friend does not seem enticed by this evening's plan." Bertram walked to the cabinet by the door, and opened it. Elizabeth had never looked into the cabinet before, but she knew by rumor that Lord Brashly left various... items... in it, items for use when his moods were dark. Like now. "Please," said Elizabeth, "Bertram... Lord, I'll do anything you ask. Anything!" Catherine sat on the bed to Elisabeth's side and slowly stroked a fingernail up and down Elisabeth's belly. "Oh, but he already has someone to do anything for him. Don't you, my Lord?" "For now," said Bertram, as he drew forth an instrument case. "Why don't you get Elizabeth ready for... these?" Elizabeth could not see what Bertram was talking about, but she did not like the smile on Catherine's face. "Catherine... I'm sorry... I didn't..." "Oh, that's all right, Elizabeth!" said Catherine. "Here, let me show you there's no hard feelings, all right?" Elizabeth shuddered as Catherine bent her head down, allowing her long red hair to dangle onto Elisabeth's stomach. Slowly, Catherine brought her mouth to Elisabeth's right nipple, and sucked it into her mouth. "Mmmmmmm," moaned Catherine, as her tongue flicked the end of the nipple. Catherine's hands gathered up the abundant meat of Elisabeth's breast, and squeezed it upward, bringing more of it into Catherine's hot, wet mouth. Elizabeth moaned and lay her head back, her eyes closing from the pleasure. Maybe, just maybe, there was no trap here, and Catherine was just trying to please her. Slowly, Catherine released the breast from her hungry mouth, her tongue teasing the blood-gorged nipple the whole time. "Oh, now you're excited," she hummed, as she stepped back, away from the bed. Elizabeth looked up just in time to see Bertram hovering over her, holding a small clamp in his hand. "What are you doing? What is that for?" asked Elizabeth, panic growing in her voice. Bertram said nothing, he merely fit the clamp around her erect nipple, and started to twist it closed. "Oh, no! NO! Please, you'll kill me!" "Oh, not yet. The evening is young," he said, as he continued to twist the clamp. It bit down hard on Elisabeth's nipple, crushing it mercilessly, causing Elizabeth to scream out her pain. "Oh, it's not so bad yet, is it?" asked Catherine, from her other side. Elizabeth turned her head towards Catherine, her eyes filling with tears. "Please, Catherine, make him stop! I'll do anything! I'll give you anything!" "Oh, but Elizabeth," murmured Catherine, "I just want you, my dear." She knelt beside Elizabeth and took Elisabeth's other nipple into her mouth, suckling and licking it. Elizabeth knew there was another clamp in Burt rum's case, waiting for that nipple to become erect, but she had no control over her body's natural reaction to Catherine's hot tongue and wet mouth. All the while, Catherine ran her fingertips in soft, gentle circles up and down Elisabeth's smooth stomach, sending delicious shivers of pleasure up her body. Catherine's mouth slowly left her nipple, her hands still stroking Elisabeth's body, and Elizabeth clenched her eyes shut, trying to disbelieve what was about to happen to her. To no avail... the clamp bit into her left nipple moments later, tightening until the blood- gorged morsel of flesh felt like it would surely burst. She screamed again, longer this time, because every move her torso made caused both of her nipples to erupt with pain all over again. "Take them off, please! Oh, God, they hurt!" "Oh, Elizabeth?" Elizabeth looked down to where Catherine had spoken, from between her legs. "If you think those hurt, just wait for this one." Saying this, Catherine ran her tongue up Elisabeth's twat in one long motion, working it between her outer lips, and going straight for her clit. "Oh, for the love of God, Catherine, not that! Don't let him put one there!" Catherine merely chuckled in her bitchy little way, and continued to go down on her, licking her pussy with relish. Bertram stood back, watching, his cock growing ever stiffer. "But Elizabeth," said Catherine, between slurps, "you loved it so much when I licked you here before." She chuckled her bitchy little chuckle again, and teased Elisabeth's clit out with her tongue, and sucked it into her mouth. "Mmmmmm," she moaned again, as her tongue teased the very tip of Elisabeth's clit. "Oh, Elizabeth," she said, as she released Elisabeth's clitoris from her mouth, "it's so ready. Isn't it, my Lord?" "No," said Elizabeth, as Bertram knelt over her pussy, clamp in hand. "NO! AAAAAAA! STOP! PLEASE, STOP!" Bertram continued to tighten the clamp, crushing Elisabeth's horribly sensitive love nub. Elisabeth's scream drew pain from her pussy as well as her nipples now, causing a triangle of agony over the front of her body. Catherine then went to the cabinet herself, her ass swaying sassily as she walked. "Shall I prepare her for the next step, my Lord?" Bertram sat back in an armchair next to the bed, and smiled. "As you wish, my dear." Elizabeth slowed her breathing. If she didn't move, the pain was just bearable. Maybe, just maybe, she would get through this without any more pain. Then she saw what Catherine had retrieved from the closet. It looked like part of a broom handle... no, it was thicker than that. Perhaps it was the rounded end of a shovel's handle? Two feet long, with the last six inches wrapped like a knife hilt. And Elizabeth had a terrible feeling she knew what, and where, it was for. "Did you like it, when I had my face buried between your legs?" asked Catherine, as she moved to the bed, and crawled onto it. "Did you get off, watching me take Burt rum's cock up my ass?" Elizabeth couldn't take her eyes off of the long, thick stick that Catherine held; she fought to control her breathing, to keep down the pain from the clamps. Catherine started playing the end of the stick around in Elisabeth's cleft, nudging the clit clamp with it and drawing a spasm of pain from her. She put the first half-inch or so of the stick into Elisabeth's wet, sticky cunt hole, and rotated it around. "It has to be slippery," said Catherine, "... for the job ahead." "God, Catherine, no, please..." Catherine moved the stick down an inch or so, and pressed it against Elisabeth's anal opening. "I know you're no stranger to this kind of penetration, Elizabeth... Bertram told me how he initiated you to it. But this is much thicker than Bertram is... no offense, my Lord." "None taken." "And I intend to be very rough with it," said Catherine. "So let's see how well you take it!" With that, she began to force the stick into Elisabeth's anus. Elizabeth gritted her teeth and tried to remain silent.. the motion of screaming would cause the clamps on her nipples and clitoris to shift again, causing even more pain. But, as Catherine roughly rammed the stick into Elisabeth's asshole, a scream escaped from Elisabeth's lips, a scream that lengthened as the clamps shifted. Catherine continued to chuckle insanely as she drove the stick deeper and deeper up Elisabeth's ass, causing Elizabeth to moan and cry out in pain. "That's it, bitch, take it! Take more of it!" Catherine chortled. "Catherine, Stop! Oh, GOD, it HURTS!" Catherine rammed a foot of the stick up Elisabeth's ass, and then wiggled it back and forth roughly, causing even more intense pain. The pain in her asshole merged with the pain from her clitoris and nipples, blending into one horrible mélange of agony over Elisabeth's whole body. "Now, why don't you prepare me for the next step?" asked Bertram, as he stood up. Catherine stood up and walked around the bed, her ass still swaying. She moved to stand in front of Bertram, and dropped her panties. "My Lord, I hope I service you well," she said, as she went down to her knees. She untied his robe and opened it releasing his rampant cock. "I do not know if I can take it all, Bertram," she confessed, as she slowly stroked it back and forth with her hand. "Oh, you can," said Bertram. "And you will." Catherine swallowed... she had thought she would be immune from Burt rum's temper this evening, but if she failed to please him properly, she could easily find herself lying next to Elizabeth on that bed, with a set of clamps of her own. She began slowly, running her tongue along the underside of Burt rum's cock, making sure that Elizabeth could see every move she made. When her slow lick reached the head of his cock, she kissed it hard, slowly drawing it into her mouth through sheer force of suction. Bertram threw his head back and moaned with the sheer pleasure of it. Soon, Catherine had almost all of Burt rum's cock in her mouth, but there were still a couple of inches to go, and it was already touching the back of her throat! She had no choice, though... if she didn't want to end up tortured and raped on his bed, she had to take him into her throat. Closing her eyes and holding her breath, she relaxed her throat muscles and forced her own head down onto his cock, almost choking, but not quite. "That's it," he said, as her nose pressed into his belly. "All the way." She began to bob back and forth, keeping her lips tight around his cock shaft, and forcing it down her throat on every down-thrust. She felt him swelling in her mouth, felt every ridge and vein, every inch... and she knew that she was doing more than sucking a cock. She was forging a weapon in the fire of her passion; a sword, a spear, a thrusting staff to be plunged into her enemy, and only her mouth could forge it hard and long enough to do what it had to do. She redoubled her efforts, sucking harder and faster, moving her tongue against the bottom of it constantly. Her hands moved around him, under his robe, and grasped Burt rum's ass, pulling him against her harder, forcing it down her throat harder and faster. After a few long minutes, he grasped her by her hair and pulled her off of his cock. "Any more of that, and there'll be nothing left for her," he said, looking at Elizabeth. He turned towards her, his cock pointing straight between her legs. "M-my Lord," said Elizabeth, her body just getting used to the stick in her ass as well as the clamps on her, "...I..I can't take any more... I beg of you..." He smiled and climbed on top of her, pressing his body down on top of her. He pressed against the clamps, and his cock nudged the clamp on her clit, and she moaned, long and loud. Then, he started to press his massive cock into her pussy. She had, of course, taken his cock before, in both her pussy and her ass, but with that huge stick up her ass, Burt rum's big cock stretched her beyond her capacity, and she nearly passed out from the pain. Once he was entirely in her, he started pumping her hard, ramming it in and out of her, causing her as much pain as she had ever experienced in her life. She stared down at his cock ramming into her, and the pain began to change. She still yelled, it still hurt, but the pain was so overpowering, she began to become confused, the pain becoming indistinguishable from pleasure. Just when she thought her senses were as overloaded as they could be, her vision was obscured by Catherine's lily-white belly as Catherine straddled her face. "Now," said Catherine, "You will pleasure me, Elizabeth. Do it, Elizabeth." Catherine lowered her naked crotch down onto Elisabeth's mouth and began gyrating her hips. "Lick me, Elizabeth! Lick me like an ice-cream!" The pain, the pleasure, Burt rum's cock ramming into her pussy, Catherine's hot, wet pussy pressing down on her mouth... it overwhelmed her. Elisabeth's tongue pressed hard against Catherine's pussy, and started to lick it, hard and fast. Catherine grabbed the headboard for support and mashed her snatch down onto Elisabeth's open mouth, screaming in her own orgasm. Bertram shot his cum deep up Elisabeth's pussy as Catherine drenched her mouth with her spendings, and Elizabeth experienced an orgasm so powerful, it knocked her clean unconscious. She awoke some time later, untied and unclamped, her anus free of the stick, covered in a silken sheet. Catherine was asleep next to her, her arms wrapped around Elizabeth. Bertram was working at the desk in his Sanctum, his dark mood broken, able to concentrate on his business again. Confident in her role in restoring one of England's finest businessman to his peak of performance, Elizabeth gently kissed Catherine's lips, and drifted back to sleep. THE END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. 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