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Chapter Four-2

hips began quivering, and she moaned through her gag.

“O-o-o-o,” Treise cooed, “It looks like somebody’s p***y is itching for love. Don’t you wish your tongue was long and free of that gag?” Treise stroked her fingertips up and down Bridget’s pouting p***y lips. She rubbed her fingers together, savoring the slippery juice oozing from Bridget’s p***y. Bridget struggled, her head quivering with carnal need.

“Don’t get so eager, you naughty child!” Treise said. “Tonight is my night with Sir Richard,” She reached out and pinched Bridget’s p***y lips, digging in with her fingernails. “No more begging for his tongue.”

Bridget struggled, her vulva wrenching from pain to pleasure and back again. She groaned and gasped as the twisting of her hips resumed.

Treise lay down on her back with her head beside mine. She giggled, “The tender inside of Bridget’s thighs are such a tempting target.” Treise picked up her whip and swung it hard.

WHACK!

Bridget gave a muffled shriek as her legs shook and struggled above my face.

“Splendiferous!” Treise laughed like a child.

Watching Bridget’s punishment wasn’t as bad as I anticipated. I just hoped my enjoyment wasn’t showing.

Treise twisted my head toward her. “Was it good for you, too, sweet cousin? Perhaps now you understand how we helpless girls feel when you men tie us up and shoot your c*m into our mouths.” Treise kissed my face. “Um-m-m,” she said, licking her lips, “you’re wearing a delicious cologne! Perhaps next time instead of a gag, I’ll put a clamp inside your mouth and force it open so-o-o wide. I love to dribble inside men’s helpless mouths.”

“Well,” she said, looking at my pulsing manhood. “It looks like all the excitement made you ready for fucking.” Treise reversed her body, lying on top of me with her p***y hair tickling my nose. I felt her fingers toying with my c**k. “Let’s see if I can bring this defenseless lad a taste of frustration.” I gasped with pleasure as her soft crimson lips sucked at the tip. The fingertips of one hand stroked the length of my passionate c**k, while her other hand cuddled my balls. “Oh, I can feel your fiery blood pumping in those big veins,” she murmured, “Just like your father’s did.”

She became serious for a moment. “I miss him so much. It was your father who initiated me.” She sighed. “He kept making me c*m so hard I fainted.” She kissed my c**k again. “I hope you will be just like your father and do that to me, too.”

My father must have taught her many secrets, because her s****l skill was irresistible. In spite of my discomfort and the frustration of Bridget’s p***y hovering just out of touch, my body was a slave to Treise’s fancy. She knew just where to touch me, the exact lightness for a caress, the direction and length to stroke. I was suffering an exquisite agony that I wished would never stop. In just moments she had me gasping deeply.

“There’s a good boy,” She said, kissing the base of my shaft. She turned her head to look at my face. “Look at your c**k now. He’s standing so tall and proud, begging for a p***y to f**k. He’s so-o-o frustrated, dear cousin. So many pretty p*****s here for him, but I won’t let him have any. Let’s see how he likes my teeth.”

Iced water flushed through my veins as I felt the sharpness of her teeth press against the purple tip of my manhood.

“Nibble, nibble,” she said with a mumbled giggle, and waggled her jaw tighter.

“Numph!” I bellowed as the pain sent waves of panic through my torso. “Numph!” My eyes were wide with pleading, but she could not see them.

Treise raked her teeth down my shaft, almost tearing the skin.

“Aunguf!!” I had visions of being carted off bleeding to the hospital, bent over in embarrassed agony “Aunguf!!” My head thrashed from side to side. “Oh, please, my mind begged, “Please, cousin Treise, stop before it’s too late!”

She paused, her voice a mocking melody. “Are you frightened, dearest Richard?”

I gasped and my shuddering body relaxed.

“Now perhaps you realize what these poor girls feel when you strap them to one of our bondage fixtures and show them your whip.” She pushed herself up on her arms so she could see my eyes behind her buttocks. “There is something worse than pain, Richard. Want me to show you?”

I shook my head violently.

She rolled off me and sat on the edge of the platform. “Oh, of course you do, silly.” She gestured around the cell. “That’s what this place is all about. Terrifying games, the thrill of being totally defenseless,” her voice became a hoarse whisper, “and delirious pleasure!”

Treise glanced up at Bridget. “Oh, my, how thirsty our Bridget’s p***y is for a man’s c*m fountain. And look at your c**k, dear cousin. He is straining to spew his love cream. Isn’t it so-o-o-o sad that naughty ol’ me won’t let you two rescue each other from your agony.”

She stroked my belly, grinning at me. “Now, my helpless prisoner, let’s see how much s****l frustration you can endure before you weep. I’m going to pleasure your c**k until you are about to c*m, then stop. I’ll keep bringing you to the brink, again and again, but never letting you spurt your elixir of love.” She bent over on my chest, her fragrant breasts tantalizingly close to my face. “Isn’t that going to be jolly?”

She raised up and clambered on top of me, straddling my hips. “You wanted to f**k a p***y, so here it comes.” She lowered her silky muff and her steaming p***y swallowed my c**k.

She was so deliciously soft and warm. With agonizing slowness her chamber of Venus began rising and descending, massaging my c**k. It shuddered with joy.

“I felt that, cousin,” She whispered. “I must be careful not to let you trick me with you enjoying a surprise orgasm.” She closed her eyes and tilted her head back. “M-m-m-m, just think, sweet Richard, I will c*m as many times as I want too, but you will never ejaculate one tiny drop of cum... unless I change my mind...” She opened her eyes and grinned wickedly down at me, “....and I won’t.”

My mind wanted to shut out the pleasure of her p***y, but my body wouldn’t cooperate. Treise was my master, and my body would feel everything she wanted it to, suffer whatever torment amused her, and teach me just how pointless and absurd morals and decency are when we become the defenseless playthings of a s****l connoisseur.

I moaned when she lifted off me.

“You were getting close, cousin. But I’ve had hundreds of c***s in my p***y, and I know the feel of Mr. c**k-a-doodle on the verge of crowing.”

She stood up and grasped her whip. “This will calm you down.” She raised it high over my belly...

WHACK!

“YUFF!” I shuddered as a burning stripe of red bloomed just above my c**k.

Her brown eyes widened with a savage glitter as her arm came down again.

WHACK!

“YUN-N-FF!” This one felt even worse.

A half dozen of her lusty strokes, and my skin wore a throbbing pattern of welts.

Treise was panting through her open mouth, her eyes glazed, strands of her long black hair dangling in her face as she moaned in orgasm. Her sinister fascination as she gazed at my welts was more frightening than all that had gone before. Had she ever lost control and maimed someone? Or worse? No, I had to trust my family’s judgment in choosing Treise to be my tormentor.

The whip dropped from her hand as she crouched over my torso. Her eyes focused on my sagging c**k, and she grabbed it with both hands. With a noisy rush of inhaled breath, she pounced on it with her open mouth.

I squeezed my eyes shut, concentrating on nothing but the panicked pounding of my heart. It was a foolish and useless struggle. Deep in the dark velvet pit of my consciousness her skilled tongue worked its wicked magic. My c**k stood exposed and unprotected in my imagination, a defenseless prisoner with a bevy of pink tongues tormenting it.

Treise mumbled around her mouthful of c**k, “I wish I could read your mind, Richard. This must be hell for you.”

I gave up all my pride and decency and surrendered myself to groans of despair and frustration. She was doing it again, coaxing my c**k up to erection, teasing me to the brink of cumming.

A shower of warm tears spattered my face. Bridget sobbed with pity as she looked down at my agony of s****l frustration.

Treise lifted her head and giggled as I nearly wept myself.

Treise crawled up to my head. “When I was being initiated, the men kept coming in here and peeing on my face. I will never forget how helpless and ashamed they made me feel.” A dark smile flickered across her lips. “Now I’m getting my revenge.”

She stood up and looked at Bridget’s p***y. “You need another spanking. You’re much too wanton for such a young lady.” She got the leather strap and swatted Bridget’s buttocks a dozen times as the helpless girl shrieked and struggled against her chains. Then it was my belly’s turn.

Treise kept her promise. I could not count the number of times her hands, her mouth, and her p***y stroked my c**k up the golden stairway. Then, at the very portal of paradise, she dragged me back, laughing as I tumbled down into the cold and dark pit of denied release. Each time she stopped, the ache in my belly was worse, the pressure in my scrotum more agonizing. Then out came the whip, the cane, or the leather strap, and she used her toys on my body. There was even a small silk whip for punishing my brave erections.

Then she returned to the devilish teasing of my c**k again, forcing it into another erection that would end in yet another denial. And all the time, my frantic craving to f**k Bridget’s delicate little p***y floating over my face.

I was never clever at guessing time. It seemed like a century of wretched pain, humiliation, and cruel teasing before the torches burned the last of their fuel. I was in a state of hysteria, moaning wordless sounds behind my gag, seeing a parade of p*****s floating in the cell, hearing Treise’s fiendish giggle and laugh each time I wept at her withdrawal. Everything spun around me, faster and faster, until the cell and everything in it shrank to a dot and disappeared. I was unconscious.

“Breakfast.”

I opened my eyes. The smelly torches were dark and cold. Dozens of clean, white candles brightened my private hell. Treise hovered over me, smiling.

“Good morning, dearest cousin.”

I waggled my jaw. The gag was gone. The middle of the platform had been lowered until it was flat and level. I was still a spread-eagled prisoner, but my chains had been loosened a bit, and I felt the comfort of a soft mattress under my buttocks and back. A snowy white pillow propped up my head. The girls, including poor Bridget, were gone.

“We bathed you while you were sleeping,” she said. “Poor, dear cousin, you suffered so. Her face brightened with a smile. “But that part of your initiation is over. Outside, the noonday sun is shining on the flowers, birds are singing, and life is blissful.”

My voice was hoarse. “And what horrors have you planned for today.”

“Oh, my sweet, helpless toy, I’m going to force bacon and eggs on you, Coffee, and jam on toast. Then, when your stomach is satisfied, I’m going to f**k your defenseless c**k and make you c*m and c*m and c*m, until I collapse on top of you, and we sleep in each other’s arms. Chalmers will unlock the cell door when it’s time to bathe and dress for dinner tonight.”

“You don’t have a key?”

“Oh, no, dear Richard. That’s the joy of initiation. We both are prisoners in this cell. There’s nothing at all in here for us to do to pass the time but f**k, and f**k, and... She fell on top of me and began kissing my lips like a long-separated lover.

Her corset was gone, and she lay on top of me, stroking my body with hers, savoring the sensual joy of nakedness against nakedness. Once more she called my c**k to duty, and sat on my hips, moving slowly, tenderly, rocking us both to indescribable rapture. Her hips pumped faster and faster as we both strained for that indescribable moment when all creation stops and holds its breath.

Our voices sang out together in the wordless lyrics which have proclaimed lovers cumming since the dawn of men and women.