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Marquis de Victorian
by RacerX (gangsterboyscout@hotmail.com)

***

A Puget Sound Victorian becomes the impulsive 
playground for a Dom and his girl. A story of dominance 
and submission and forced ejaculation. (Mdom/F, exh, 
rough, rom)

***

It was a nice walk, I thought as we strolled back up 
the hill to our hotel, which was in fact an old 
historic Victorian with a sweeping view of the Puget 
Sound. We could still hear the slightly drunken chatter 
of the wedding we'd just left and while it was fun and 
your old college friends seemed nice enough, I was 
filled with darker aspirations. 

The key turned in the door to the entry room at the top 
of the stairs and we were greeted with the stale must 
only antiques and really old people earn. The scent 
stirred something nearly sinister in me and as you 
started down the hall to our room I grasped your hand 
and led you toward the staircase instead. The 
staircase. A pure, fluid spiral suspended upwards 3 
stories above the great room. It's lack of visible 
supports, perfect arc and pinched steepled finale 
adorned in concave, floral mural and stained glass 
aligned crosses on each solstice. It was foreboding and 
peering straight up inspired just a touch of vertigo. 
It was perfect. 

You were already aware that I was up to no good (or was 
it *really* good?) by the sternness in my grip as I led 
you further round and round, storied relics below 
passing from sight with each turn ‘til it was just us 
and the several nude Rubenesque darlings lounging near 
our heads, voyeuristic and unblinking, waiting for our 
colored glass-washed forms to unfold another dirty 
secret for them to keep. 

Our eyes intent upon the others, I kiss you softly, 
tentatively and you hear a >clack< echo through our 
turret followed by my fingers under your dress and cold 
steel gliding up your inner thigh. My lips never lose 
touch with your, nor my eyes as the knife turns upward, 
hooking under your panties. The brief, violent upward 
demand made by my blade severs your panties from your 
pelvis and makes you gasp. You'd be afraid if you 
hadn’t surrendered everything to me so long ago. 
Another rough slice and your panties are mine. The 
narrow walkway, height and murderous undressing makes 
your heart pound and your cunt prepare. 

My hand slips through your hair and you instinctively 
lean in to be led on my whim. My lips slide past your 
mouth,  to your cheek,  over your jaw to your neck 
where I draw in. My breath inhaling sends chills and my 
hand directs your head to an exposed nape that I might 
sink my teeth into. You always loved ownership and your 
gooseflesh makes you shudder in exquisite taken pain. 

You feel your scalp go taut and you're raised up to 
your tiptoes, your cunt rested atop a nouveau banister 
cap. The Queen may have been a prude in her latter 
years but it certainly made for a wealth of pent up art 
around her. This cherrywood phallus couldn’t have been 
more perfect for impaling a 5 foot 10 inch strawberry 
blonde. 

You whimper that it cant fit and with that protestation 
you are muted by a mouthful of previously expensive 
panties as I direct you to rock your hole, just 
slightly penetrated by your new ornate lover while I 
guide your pace and movement with my free hand, wrapped 
firmly around your throat. Encouraging muffled groans 
announce your g-spot's pleasure as you begin to 
ejaculate over the banister, forcing some to shoot out. 

I pull your head down as you squirt so that you might 
grasp your situation, following a stream of cunt water 
three stories down to the hardwood below. My dirty 
chuckle frightens you more than how long it took for 
the splash as I begin raising you up and down by your 
throat on the now glistening pole. Each thrust making 
more of it disappear, your pussy lips wrapped snugly 
and seeming to inhale and exhale on each thrust. You 
feel as full as any fisting I've ever given you but it 
occurs to you that in spite of the horrid 
precariousness of your position - balanced by your 
cunt, the ball of one foot on the low crossbar of the 
100 year old railing and by your Master's hand around 
your neck,  that you truly trust Me. 

With that realization you sink to your hilt, your feet 
standing flat on the down thrust and you cry out, 
dizzy, the pain... oh God it feels... good! Lower, 
deeper groans escape as you embrace it and you're 
shocked as my hand slaps your face, and again. I tell 
you to be silent and take it out on your cunt. You nod, 
half lost in pain and pleasure and begin rocking in 
earnest, letting this mad wooden fist overtake you. 
Tears begin running down your face as I begin touching 
your clit lightly then alternating with rough, uncaring 
grinds. 

Again with several slaps to your face and you realize 
they are wet strikes. Thrusting past your panty gag are 
my fingers and you are acutely aware of the metallic, 
coppery treasure they offer. You're bleeding!! Your 
mind reels in panic, in surrender, in lust as my hand 
grips your throat criminally and Master growls for you 
to give it... Give it... Give IT... GIVE IT... NOW 
WHORE!!

Your throat is so tight you cant scream or you surely 
would as wave after wave shudders over you. It wont 
stop! You're sure even your hair is spasming! You can 
see the floor so far below you. You look up to a face 
staring back at you. A reflection in leaded glass. You 
don’t know her. She's fragmented in purple and red and 
deep green and she's at once ethereal and utterly lost, 
bliss-riddled, a worshipful heroin addict. 

And behind her, a grinning Daddy. Her Daddy, whispering 
in her ear that she's so good as she's gingerly lifted 
off her tree stump cock. 

Laid to the floor, mute floating renaissance visions of 
beauty stare impassively down at the tall girl smeared 
in blood draped in what was a pretty dress an hour ago. 
She's dazed and smiling, drifting as her Daddy soothes 
her - darkly treacherous, owned,  as they drink her 
‘til sleep.

END

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