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The Tonisian Distillation
Part VI
Over the next few days, Sir Gerard discovered the depths of his newfound ‘gifts’. The succulent little maid Anne and the good Leftenant Lyle were both ‘second generation’, infected by Gretel’s wonton attentions. Both instinctively followed Gretel’s lead and surrendered willingly to Sir Gerard. Upon testing further however, de’Boril discovered that anyone of the ‘third generation’, those that had only slept with Anne or Lyle, were just barely able to resist de’Boril’s forceful will.
To eliminate any resistance on his property, he had Gretel, Amanda and Anne, after he bedded the sweet little brunette, sleep with the rest of the men that helped operate his estate. One by one, the men fell under his spell, becoming absolutely loyal to de’Boril.
On another front, de’Boril had young Lyle drink down one of the additional vials he had prepared. The young man, after working out the initial lust the potion induced on Anne, developed the same abilities as de’Boril. However, since the leftenant had already fallen under the girls’ influence, he still deferred to de’Boril. Sir Gerard was pleased at the results of these trials, especially since he would not have to kill the young leftenant. For now, it was time to begin developing a workable plan that would place him in a true position of power within the Principality and the surrounding regions.
"Lyle, lad, lay off Amanda long enough to retrieve the work on the Justicars for me." De’Boril grinned at the sighs this request produced. Young Lyle had Amanda bent over the settee and was busily buggering her. The woman’s asshole gaped wide for a second when the leftenant reluctantly withdrew, and she whimpered with her need. After getting the thick book and handing it off to de’Boril, the younger man returned to the cook, who had watched him expectantly while he went about his simple errand. With moans of pleasure, the two returned to their fun. De’Boril flipped to the page he was looking for and studied for some time.
After a while, Sir Gerard finished his studying, and moving with purpose, reached for the bell-pull that would summon Gretel. Within the minute, the maid arrived, her skirts in disarray and her face flushed with what de’Boril knew to be the result of interrupted sexual union. "Girl, tell Antony to get the coach ready, and have Anne pack enough of my things for an extended trip. I’ll be leaving for Tonis this evening. The good leftenant will be traveling with me."
Gretel actually had tears in her eyes by the time her lord had finished speaking. He was leaving? And he was taking Friedrich with him? What would she do!
"Oh, you’d best prepare a pack for yourself as well. I will most likely find a use for your, um, ‘talent’s’ on this trip."
Joyfully, Gretel cried, "Yes, Milord!" and rushed out of the study. She would be traveling with the master!
After some frantic preparations and some tearful farewells, de’Boril and his retinue were on their way. Antony, the driver, steered his coach with a skill developed only over many years. The man had been in de’Boril’s service for a good fifteen years, but his loyalty had recently been reinforced by a late night visit from Amanda. He’d secured his wife’s loyalty not by himself, but by bringing the busty blonde into the room after thoroughly arousing his wife. Amanda had had little trouble seducing the woman as well.
Nigel was a young lad, barely fifteen. He was old enough to act as footman for the coach however, and he was Antony’s son. Gretel had visited the lad just the night before, and his awkward pawing had delighted her. When he had surrendered to his growing needs, she had had loads of fun showing him how and where she liked to be touched. The night had been quite pleasant for both of them. Nigel was riding on rear of the coach, keeping a wary eye on the baggage, making sure it would not fall.
De’Boril, Lyle and Gretel rode within. Most of the baggage was strapped to the roof, but a small cask, containing a number of the small vials of de’Boril’s distillation, was tucked beneath his seat. Sir Gerard was not about to risk his precious treasure to the uncertainties of a coach rack.
The short ride to the capitol passed quickly. Once they passed through the city gates, Leftenant Lyle climbed down from the coach, saluted de’Boril and headed off. The young leftenant had no specific instructions at this time, but de’Boril had suggested that the lad get his affairs in order. Since he had downed a bit of the potion, the lad’s range of influence was as great as de’Boril’s. He would make a large contribution to de’Boril’s cause.
As soon as the coach arrived at his townhouse, a four story structure in one of the wealthier sections of the city, de’Boril sent Gretel scampering inside to inform the house servants that he was present. He directed Antony and Nigel to get the baggage into the house, then left them to their work. By the time he stepped up to the front door, Harris was waiting for him. The old man had been the butler for de’Boril’s father, and had continued on in that capacity for Gerard. Nearing ninety, the man was truly amazing, never forgetting a face or a fact. He had a number of sons, all of which were highly sought after as majordomos. Now he had the small staff of the house ready for presentation. Gretel was standing in the line, only her travel clothes setting her apart from the other maid, the cook and the handyman.
"My lord," Harris began, "we were not expecting you at this time. I’m afraid your rooms are not yet ready."
Gerard nodded. "That’s perfectly alright, Harris, you had no way of knowing." He handed the man his cape.
"Yes sir. A little more warning would have been nice. May I offer you a bite to eat? Cook has prepared a wonderful beef stew that I am sure you will enjoy." Harris handed the cape and de’Boril’s tricorn hat off to the maid, Lilly. The girl, whom Gerard had only seen a couple times before when he chanced to be in the capitol, scurried off with the garments.
Gerard shook his head negatively. "Actually, we ate before we left. I would like you to get me some paper and some ink. I’ll be sending out some letters shortly."
"Of course my lord." Harris shooed the servants off, and Gerard headed for his den. The room was just as he remembered. It held a number of items of memorabilia from his time in the military. The Justicar Marshal’s baton rested in a place of honor on the mantle. Somehow, Harris had managed to get a fire burning in the hearth. The man was amazing!
Within an hour, de’Boril’s letters were on their way, letting any number of people, including the Prince, know that he was in the city. Ostensibly, he was here to participate in the unforgivable spectacle of the gala that the Prince would be holding in only three more days. The event would give him the perfect opportunity to put his plans into operation…
Finally, after finishing a snifter of fine Luskor Brandy, de’Boril headed up to his apartments. He paused on the first landing, hearing Gretel’s voice faintly from the maid’s quarters. Moving quietly, he slipped up to the door leading into the small room that the two girls, Gretel and Lilly, would now have to share. From what he could hear, Lilly was not at all happy with the arrangement.
"I just don’t understand why he had to bring you along. After all, that’s what I’m here for!" Lilly was huddled at the top of the bed, wearing her chemise, watching as Gretel prepared herself for sleep. The girl had short blonde hair, blue eyes and creamy skin. She was only sixteen, and had been employed here for only a few months. The room was smaller than Gretel’s and Anne’s at the tower, meant only for one. The two girls would have to share the bed. Lilly did not think she would get much sleep with this stranger sharing her bed, elbowing her in the middle of the night. "What – what are you doing?"
Gretel had pulled her chemise up and over her head, letting it fall to the floor. The redhead wore only her panties, and she quickly removed those. "I’m getting ready for bed," Gretel said, sounding surprised. "Don’t tell me you still sleep in your shift?" She acted surprised at the look of shock on the younger girl’s face. Her lust for the younger girl, which had been building throughout the evening, was burning deep within her. She knew from experience that it wouldn’t take her long to conquer the girl, but she so enjoyed toying with her!
"Of course I do! And I would appreciate it if you did too!" Lilly was shocked. She was a good girl, and had never thought about sleeping without her nightclothes on. And here was Gretel, bare as the day she was born, getting ready to climb into bed with her!
Gretel looked at the girl with amusement. "You can go right ahead and be uncomfortable in that smock. I’m going to sleep." With that, she climbed under the covers and pulled them up to her neck. Within seconds, as Lilly watched, the redhead seemed to drop off into sleep! Lilly sat huddled at the top of the bed for a few minutes, trying to make up her mind about what to do. She couldn’t go to Harris; the old man would only laugh at her and tell her to solve her own little problems, that he had more important things to worry about! Finally, she inched down, trying to avoid any contact with the other girl, and tried to sleep.
Outside the door, de’Boril heard the exchange, and grinned. Gretel would be having an interesting night! His own lust building, Gerard quickly pulled open his pants, freeing his stiffening cock. It would only be a matter of time, and then he would join the girls…
Lilly flinched when Gretel rolled against her. The other girl was seemingly asleep, but her arm, strangely tingling, rested across Lilly’s belly. Carefully, the blonde shifted her off, whereupon Gretel turned away and curled up, ‘accidentally’ pressing her bare foot against Lilly’s leg, just below her shift. The tingling came again. When Lilly tried to move her leg, Gretel shifted again, and Lilly gasped as the girl’s leg suddenly pressed tightly against hers. She felt the tingling intensify, and this time she didn’t pull away, but lay still.
With a few more shifts, during which Lilly held absolutely still, not wanting to wake the other girl, her chemise was pulled up a bit higher, until it barely covered her hips. She slipped her hand beneath the covers and pulled her shift up just a bit higher, exposing her pants. Ever so slowly, she reached her fingers beneath the under garment, quickly finding her erect clit. Gasping softly, she rubbed it slowly, gently, her body tense.
"I could help you with that, if you want," Gretel whispered, her mouth inches from Lilly’s ear. Lilly jerked guiltily, but Gretel held her close, holding the other girl’s hands where they were. "Lilly, let me help, I can make you feel so good!"
Lilly sobbed, mortified. "What is happening to me! I’ve never felt this way before!" She tried to pull away, but Gretel, stronger than she looked due to the effects of de’Boril’s potion, held her tight. The close grip only intensified the tingling lust that Gretel’s touch had already induced within her. When the redhead slipped her fingers down next to Lilly’s, finding and lightly stroking the blonde’s hidden pearl, Lilly hissed in pleasure and her legs opened ever so slightly.
Gretel teased Lilly’s clit gently for a bit, allowing the mystical lust of her touch to work on the blonde girl, before she softly took the girl’s earlobe beneath her teeth and nibbled. Lilly moaned, surrendering to Gretel’s touch. Neither girl noticed as the door to the room opened softly and de’Boril slipped into the room.
Moving deliberately, the redheaded maid pulled Lilly’s chemise off and tossed it carelessly toward the end of the bed. Lilly’s pants were soon lost in the sheets, and the two girls were entwined, touching and caressing each other. "I’ve never felt, so, so, alive!" Lilly sobbed, feeling Gretel’s fingers slipping lightly across her tight vagina. She’d never been with anyone, boy or girl, so each touch was new and wondrous. Gretel’s look was that of lustful need, and Lilly would have been stunned had she realized that she wore a similar look!
Gretel shifted about, rising to straddle the younger girl, her hands finding the youthful breasts of the younger girl. Lilly arched her back, giving into the redhead’s demands. Her own hands slid up to cup Gretel’s soft mounds.
Soon, Gretel whispered, "do you want to taste me?" Lilly immediately responded, barely audible and with a small catch to her voice, "yes." The young blonde sobbed with need as Gretel laid next to her, spreading her thighs wide, giving Lilly full access to her glistening pussy. "Oh, you are so beautiful," Lilly cried, before kneeling between the other girl’s legs and burying her face in Gretel’s muff.
Gretel hissed, arching back in pleasure, feeling Lilly’s tongue diving between her nether lips, tasting her corruption. She finally caught sight of Sir Gerard off to the side, and moaned again with the overwhelming lust she felt, knowing she would share this little girl with her master. The thought almost made her cum!
De’Boril stepped forward then, completely naked by now, and knelt on the bed behind the young virgin. Lilly looked back, her lust-filled gaze barely registering the man, her master, behind her. As his hands tightened on her hips, the tingling within them reinforcing Gretel’s own power, the girl wriggled teasingly before returning her attentions to Gretel’s pussy. De’Boril moved in close, and with a grunt he penetrated the girl’s untouched hole. "Ahh, oww, please!" Lilly cried, feeling a man within her for the first time. De’Boril forced her hips back, filling her viciously, only to fill her with his hot, burning, tainted jism. Arching back, the girl, hissed in stunned surprise as de’Boril held her tight through the massive orgasms. Finally, dazed and spent, the girl dropped to lie atop Gretel, oblivious to the world.
De’Boril quickly pulled his clothes on, while Gretel softly stroked the unconscious girl lying atop her. "Guide her, lass. I don’t want either of you running wild. I need you to be careful with those that you choose to bed."
"Yes, Milord, we will." Gretel softly kissed the blonde’s head, which was nestled between her breasts.
Here Ends Part VI of the Tonisian
Distillation
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