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To Please Their Lord
by Dracthyus (address withheld)
***
The Victorian age was tight-laced in public, reputation
was everything, honor and forthrightness. But behind
closed doors, anything goes, debauchery of all kinds
and flavors. (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
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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