The Island of Marquis Gallance

Chapter One-3

“She took to waking me with it each morning,” continued the Marquis. “She sat naked in a chair beside my pillow, opened up that ripe young cunt, and rubbed those deliciously reeking lips until they squelched. If I wanted a particularly strong odor, of course, I left orders the night before that she was to take a solid dozen f***s immediately before daring my chamber, and I would awake to the sound of the relentless gang-f**k just on the other side of my door—the grunts of the ravishers, the pretty cries of their happy victim. With that load in her hole, they carried her to me in a sedan chair, her bottom slouched down and her knees pulled up about her naked shoulders so as not to spill a single drizzle.” Gallance sighed at the remembrance. “What a smell! And the sight—dainty white fingers sporting in a p***y absolutely filled with thick dollops of c*m. Now and then the wicked thing grew so aroused that she could not help scooping up a salty load of the goo and eating it before my wondering gaze… Heavenly.” He smiled around at his entranced guests.

The Captain’s mind reeled. What an angel—a wild, dirty angel, impossibly fulfilling! Such behavior was not the stuff of dreams but the stuff even dreams dared not allow. And yet she would wallow in it all, shamelessly.

“Then,” continued Gallance slyly, “when I had satisfied myself that this cunt would serve, I sent her to a convent. She slept in the nude, and took to tiptoeing out at night and slipping in among the austere cots of the other pious devotees. She began her work on the sweetest, most innocent initiate of the whole nunnery, a wide-eyed little blonde who at first scarcely even realized what was happening. A friendly smile here and there, a girlish caress, a whisper in a blood-warmed ear one quiet moonlit night… Oh, soon this cunt had debauched that good girl utterly, made her perform the most shocking acts with glee. The fallen angel learned to lie back and spread herself open, for example, so that her gold-fringed chalice of pink might be filled to the musky brim with strong wine and the whole dormitory could take turns licking themselves drunk upon her juices. The virgin flesh my slut caressed and fondled, the innocence she corrupted! Soon she had perverted them all with her naughty hands and her shameless tongue, every last girl. Orgies every night!” He smiled briefly.

“The nuns tried to whip the lust out of those supple white cheeks, but she ended up seducing them, too.” Gallance shrugged. “She was so young and smooth, so desirable. Even the most chaste of the poor sisters were lured from their foolish, flesh-denying vows, learning all the naturally unnatural ways to make the flesh ring with forbidden pleasure. The mother superior herself was the last holdout, but though her lashes were the sternest, my cunt would peer through the woman’s keyhole every night and find her m**********g furiously, wrinkled old fingers wild within her smelly flesh while she whimpered out her young temptress’s name…” He shook his head. “Finally, of course, she broke, and begged for the taste of that salty-sweet young p***y. From that day on, the old woman would do anything to lay hands upon that supple, responsive form—craved to be tied down and squatted over, veritably drowning in that split-open, black-furred flesh as she learned new forms of worship.”

The poor Captain imagined it, his brain burning. He had never thought that one girl might touch another like that, that she might open up another girl’s moist thighs as hungrily as any man, eager fingers and tongue questing for the slick, smelly flesh between. The notion that this sweet, dark-eyed wench who posed before him would do that was impossibly arousing.

“Oh, and this cunt complied, gladly!” laughed Gallance. “For a time she had a whole convent for a harem. The mother superior was her chief slave, of course. She demanded that the old woman attend her constantly, naked but for the leather collar to which was affixed the thin chain by which her demanding dark-haired young mistress led her about. Whenever my cunt got the craving, she would just squat down wherever she was—whether in privacy or before the wide eyes of the other girls—and that old nun would slither down to the floor and feast on smelly wet flesh. While her former charges took turns lashing the fat old buttocks of the mother superior who had kept them so tightly in check, that happy slave would moan in hunger, slavering, smacking her worshipful lips…”

The Captain took a ragged breath. The girl stood calmly before him, her pale face haloed with heavy black tresses, those naughty red lips set with the faintest, most enigmatic of smiles.

“And once,” added the Marquis confidentially, “I took her to an army camp of ten thousand souls. She spent the entire time—four days and three nights—on her dainty little knees, naked before the leering multitudes! The garrison lined up, and as all their fellows watched, she would feast upon c**k, lips and tongue nimble as she bobbed her wet mouth from swollen purpled tip to fat hairy balls, again and again and again, until she had gulped down the frothing semen of a hundred desperate c***s, one right after the other. I might let her take a little rest and wipe her brow, and then the hungry slut would gorge herself again, another hundred ejaculations pumped across her tongue and down her open throat. This flat, youthful belly, gentlemen?” he said, gesturing at the tight front of the waist of the smirking girl’s dress. “Can you imagine it absolutely filled with sperm, so distended that she could hardly move? It was, sirs,” he assured them solemnly, “swollen tight as a drum with the spunk of faceless thousands. Oh, what a wondrous sight! Delightful!”

The Captain’s blood raged happily. His poor balls were so heavy, swollen with his lusts. Sperm seemed to twitch and roil within tight-curled vesicles that begged to empty themselves. In fevered thoughts he imagined those saucy young lips wrapped lovingly about his own aching glans, sucking, fluttering, cherishing. Suddenly he believed that he could fill her to bursting like that, all alone. He could do it—he swore he could!

Gallance shrugged. “Another day I set her with the task of lapping the juices out of every f****d cunt in a brothel. She was to peel open the lips of each w***e’s cunt with one hand and guide in the sweating c**k of the client with her other. If I felt particularly magnanimous to the bored woman beneath, I instructed her to seek out the wench’s c******s and manipulate it while the man pleasured himself within the slippery slit. And yet I forbade her from touching herself! She watched the whole business in silence, every slippery stroke, as each man grunted out his lusts—how she quivered with her secret desires! And when each man was done, those wicked red lips would drop gratefully into a hairy wet p***y and wallow in the salty-sweet mess, her shameless pink tongue hungrily scooping out every curdle of c*m to swallow. If I found her technique especially praiseworthy,” he confided, “now and then I might take pity and have myself a little pinch or a suck of the poor thing’s upright young n*****s, just enough to make her squirm. It went on all day.”

What joy to have a s*x-toy like that, the Captain marveled, a gorgeous young slut to fulfill one’s every whim, one’s dirtiest desires, one’s most forbidden fantasies! He could scarcely imagine it—yet try he did.

“Of course, I have also simply tied her up and put her on display for days, to be fondled and groped and fingered by all who passed. Blindfolded and spread eagled, she was at the mercy of the lusts she engendered in anonymous strangers. Passersby found pleasure in playing with her naked little bosoms, squeezing them, slavering over them, tugging at those tender pink-brown n*****s so that she writhed in a pleasurable agony of frustration. Men and women alike, I assure you! Those little t**s are a delight, sirs, a true joy to possess, and though it was natural enough that no male could leave them unmolested, I was always particularly amused when members of her own s*x felt compelled to handle the springy white things. Perhaps they had not touched another’s bosom since infancy, but many were the females who squeezed and scratched and sucked at those thick dark n*****s as eagerly as any man.” Gallance winked.

“Oh, and how many times did strangers violate that willing, watering slit between her fluttering belly? Boys learned everything they might ever want to know, as fully as any midwife, exploring each damp fold and crease with enthusiasm, breathless faces wide-eyed and innocent between her happily splayed thighs. Their elders, of course, used that lust-reeking slit more knowledgeably. Youths might content themselves to mount her and be done in one long delirious moment, but many were the experienced husbandmen who took their time and f****d her with gusto. Some even pulled out at the end and finished themselves off upon her face, just for the sheer joy of watching the blindfolded thing gasp and beg for every squirt.”

The Captain stared into the creature’s sweet face, entranced. He longed suddenly to do that to her himself. As she watched, he would handle his fat reddened organ deliriously, fist moving ever more rapidly until he cried out and covered that smooth white forehead, that pretty nose, those impudent red lips with every stringy spurt of his wild love. And if she gasped or chanced to open her lips to make any reply, the great strings of his goo hanging from her face would quiver and swing into that ready mouth and plop stickily onto the naughty trough of that receptive tongue… As if reading the thought in his reddened visage, she caught his eye and smiled faintly.

“And yet curious girls let their hands wander, too, when no one was looking,” said Gallance. “They were as intrigued as the boys—and often they could be even more demonstrative in their innocent pleasures. Once a particularly imaginative wench had explored every crease, for example, it must have seemed only natural to see how many tapering feminine digits one could put into that snug young p***y. Two? Three? Four?” He looked around the room at his breathlessly expectant guests, then continued in proprietary triumph, “Some of the slimmer girls, gentlemen, could even tuck a thumb into palm and slide a whole hand right up into that cunt. She lubricated wildly, of course, and she was always swimming with the curdled drizzles of a dozen men’s c*m, too. Imagine this willing slut f****d so full of girl-flesh that the sperm-slippery lips of her p***y are stretched around another girl’s whole hand—and then that cunt swallows the little white fist hungrily, labia squelching as they suck in the taper of the wrist and veritably beg for the thickening swell of the forearm…” He let out his breath raggedly.

“It was a particular treat to see,” he explained, “for, despite the innocent little joys she gained now and then, the treatment could not help making her want more, and more. Oh, how she begged for fulfillment!” He shook his head in slow wonderment, then added, “Yes, for no matter how thoroughly she was used or how mercilessly she was tortured, the naughty wench was always m*********d in reward, endlessly!” His eyes grew dreamy at the recollection. “Ah, to see the expectation in her pretty eyes as one of my trainers peeled back her little labia to bare the throbbing bud of her c******s, upright and untouched in its agony! We might tantalize her for hours, bringing her so close to climax that her senses reeled…and yet not quite satisfying her, stroking and prodding to keep her in a fever of sensual agitation that seemed to know no end. How prettily she whimpered…” He shook his head fondly. “And finally, of course, we would satisfy that hungry cunt’s desires. Oh, to watch her sweet innocent face contort with joy when my trainers finally worked at the swollen purple pearl of her naughty c**t, skillfully, mercilessly, so that she gasped out her boundless gratitude…”

The Captain licked his hips helplessly as the vision danced within his brain, wraithlike and alluring.

Gallance sighed, coming back to the present. He smoothed his palms with inflaming familiarity across her collarbones, her shoulders, and the pale rounded swellings at the top of the creature’s garment. “But of high birth? Pah! A swollen red c**k f****d the hairy wet hole of her mother full of dirty spurting c*m, and out came this tender treat.” He looked around at his guests and smiled. “As it is with us all, eh?”