The Lover's Children - Box Set One

Chapter Four - Charlotte-2

Richard’s hand rests, a slight pressure from the heel pressing the plug inward. Fingers dip lower, plucking and rubbing and stroking my hot and fluid flesh. “You’re very wet, Charlotte. I think you’re enjoying this more than you like to admit.”

The fingers slip inside me, winding idle spirals that tease and tantalize with penetrating to any great depth. “Charlotte, since I am denied the pleasure of your p***y today, I shall use your mouth. Instead.”

He stands, taking another something from his pocket, moving to sit by my face. But head lowered, through the waterfall of my hair, I can’t see what he’s holding.

“You have been very busy recently, with Michael,” says Richard. “The noises James and I have been hearing downstairs were quite distracting. All that wailing and howling. Not that it doesn’t make for a pleasant background, but it’s difficult for a man to work under such conditions. In any case, I’ve decided that if you want to be noisy, then I shall put your range of sounds to good use.”

He sweeps my hair to one side, brushing it over my shoulder, clearing my vision. Then he shows me the something... Some contraption in metal and plastic. “Ever worn one of these before, Charlotte?”

I have no idea what it is. Inside I twitch. Outside, dumbly, I shake my head.

“No?” Richard sounds pleased. “That's good. I can introduce you to something new.” As he fiddles with the thing. “James, whilst I occupy myself here, perhaps you could entertain yourself at the other end.” He passes across something else…

How much stuff can one man carry in his pockets?

My Master replies in tones of chocolate and velvet. “My pleasure, Richard.” A movement behind me. The settling of the mattress as he makes himself comfortable. I startle at his touch as he strokes over my vulva, then shudder as he draws long fingers over my outer lips…

… through the crease of my thigh…

… then back again.

It is the lightest and most fleeting of caresses, but sensation sparks over my skin, sparkles through my flesh. My core heats and throbs.

The touch ceases.

Behind me again, the rustle of fabric. The mattress under me shifts and I rock a little as my weight shifts with it.

A Click!

A buzz...

A vibe.

There’s only one place that can be going.

I widen my knees further, allowing my Master as easy access as I can. Fingers insert themselves, splaying me open, stretching me. The vibe hums against my flesh, eases inward, and as my breathing quickens, squeezes past the inner muscle, on and in. Briefly, it thrusts into me: twice, thrice, then it twists and settles, crooning musically.

Another click. The rhythm of the vibration quickens. Yet another, it slows again, but now a shudder accompanies the vibration. The vibration purrs against my entrance, shivering through to the plug at my rear, quivering through belly and core, rippling against my g-spot.

Oh, God…

And they’re not going to let me come…?

Involuntarily, I groan. In the background, Beth moans, her panting growing louder.

“Charlotte, open your mouth.” Richard fiddles with his gizmo then, inserting it…

A gag?

… clips metal grips over my teeth. Something presses down over my tongue. My mouth is held open.

He slips a strap around and behind, tighten it, fixing the gag in place. Richard makes some adjustment and inexorably, my jaws are forced apart. “Is that hurting you?”

“Ah… Ah…” I can't speak. I shake my head instead.

Another adjustment and my jaws ease a touch wider.

Richard stands back, surveying me, arms folded, admiring his handiwork. “What d’you think, James?”

My Master stands beside him, then tilts my face to look me square on. His dark eyes crease. “It’s an attractive effect, isn’t it.” His voice is conversational. He could be discussing the price of bread. “…The mouth wedged open like that. It’s not something I’ve tried previously on Charlotte, but it’s very inviting. The entrance that can’t be closed…” He slides his forefinger over my upper incisors, tracing the edges. Delving in further, he runs the fingertip over my molars then, inserting two fingers, he touches my tongue. “Begging to be filled… I see that could easily become a favourite.”

Beth’s groans are building to a crescendo. Whatever Michael is doing to her, she’s going to climax sometime soon. Abruptly, the sound cuts short save for a gasp. “Sorry, Beth,” says Michael. “You don’t have permission from your Master to come yet.”

I can’t see what’s happening, but the quivering of the mattress is surely Beth quaking, teetering on the edge of orgasm.

My Master traces my lips with a fingertip. Swallowing is impossible and saliva pools on my tongue. He sits by me again, twists a hand into my hair, pulling my head backwards. “So, Richard, what did you have in mind now? Or need I ask?”

“I’d like you to occupy Charlotte at the rear. I’m sure you know what to do. Elizabeth, come here. Kneel beside Charlotte.” The mattress bounces under me as Beth moves into position.

Richard continues. “Elizabeth, you will restrain your cousin. Hold her head back so I can pleasure myself with her. Michael may continue enjoying you. But I repeat, you are not permitted to climax.”

Beth ravels both hands into my hair, tightening her grip, steering me. Another movement, out of my line of sight. Michael’s voice. “Open up, Beth. I’ve not finished with you yet.” Close behind me, Beth hisses and gasps.

Richard grips my chin between thumb and forefinger. “Charlotte, like this, you won't be able to safe word. If what I’m doing becomes too much, bang twice on the bed with your hand. You understand me?”

Words are impossible. I can only produce what passes for a vowel sound. “Ah…”

“Show me.”

I slap my palm twice against the blankets.

“Good.” He awards me one of his blinding smiles. “I’ve been looking forward to this. Elizabeth, you may watch while I face-f**k your lover’s wife.”

Behind me, my Master is not idle. The power on the vibe abruptly steps up a notch, increasing the tempo of the music that trembles through my flesh. The shuddering jolt pulses through my stomach and thighs, playing percussion to the melodic hum of the vibration. Already my control is slipping. I’m hot. My melting core throbs and flows. Perspiration trickles from my chest to drip from my swinging breasts.

Fingers join the symphony, scissoring around my c**t. It’s gentle at first, massaging into the root of the tiny organ, a pleasant counterpoint to the melody. But then, thumbing back the hood, my Master flicks the sensitive tip.

Lightning strikes through me, my p***y clenching reflexively. My thigh muscles spasm. I almost collapse, but my Master loops an arm under me, keeping me on all fours. I want to scream, but the noise that emerges from my curbed mouth is more of a howl.

Richard Hmmms approval. “That’s just what I wanted to hear…” He unbelts… “And at a time when I can do something about it…” … Unzips… “James, feel free to keep her doing that. But don’t let her come. I don’t want that noise to stop, at least until I stop it.” Freeing his erection, he touches the head to my lower lip. “Scream as much as you want to Charlotte. Or are able to. We’re all going to enjoy it.”

Beside me, Beth’s panting grows louder. She’s moaning again. Her grip on my hair tightens. Michael speaks quietly. “This turning you on, Beth? Helping to control my wife so your husband can push his c**k into her mouth? Watching your Master pleasure himself on another sub?”

Beth whimpers.

“I want an answer, Beth. Your Master ordered you to serve me, so answer.”

“Oh, God… Yes.”

“Are you trying to come, Beth? You don't have permission yet.”

“Michael, please...”

“It's not me you have to ask. You know that.”

“Master...”

Already hugely erect, Richard fists at his shaft. “I don't think so, Elizabeth. Not yet. I'm enjoying watching you restrain Charlotte.” A bead of precum oozes from the slit and one-handedly he swipes it over my lips, then lubricates himself on the saliva trickling from the corner of my mouth. “I’d tell you to lick me, Charlotte, but since that’s not possible…” He pushes his cockhead between my jaws, swiping himself over my tongue.

And as he plugs my mouth, from behind me, pain… Past Richard’s seeping erection, I scream. Or try to.

My c**t, hyper-sensitive…

A pinch?

Richard pumps himself. “Oh, very good, James. Do that again…”

My Master’s voice. “Charlotte, I’m going to pinch you hard. This is going to hurt. Three… Two… One…”

…Richard grabs my chin with his free hand…

… Again, agonizing pain. I jolt and would buck, but Beth’s grip on my head tightens. Hands grip my hips.

The pain ripples and blooms and intensifies, setting stars behind my eyes and scalding juices erupting around the vibe to stream down my thighs.

Michael’s voice. “Did you enjoy that, Beth? I know Charlotte did.”

She’s breathy, gasping. “Yes… Oh, God, yes… Ahhh…”

“Want James to do it to her again?”

“Yes… Again… Ah… Ahh…” Abruptly, she falls silent save for the heavy gasp of air and a groan, unmistakably of frustration.

“Sorry, Beth,” says Michael. “I have strict instructions not to let you come.”

*Panting*

The grip on my hair doesn’t decrease, but I find my head swaying in time with the panting.

“Charlotte, look at me.”

I’d not even realised my eyes were closed. I snap open to meet Richard’s intense blue gaze. It’s not Michael’s almost azure blue, more the steel-blue of a honed blade.

My Master rises, strides out of the room… “Back in a minute.”

Something else?

What the f**k…?

Something inside me cringes. Something else sings Hallelujahs.

Richard eyes flick to follow him, then return to me. “Pay attention when I have my c**k in your mouth, Charlotte. I expect you to look at me.” I can’t nod. Can’t speak. Can barely grunt. He withdraws, his shaft purple-red, the veins swollen, skin glistening. He swipes at the saliva streaming down my chin, wiping it over the length of his shaft. Then scooping inside my gaping mouth, wets his fingers again, lubricates his shaft again.

My Master returns, one hand cupping some small object… Or objects… “I brought you something, Charlotte…”

Lips twitching, he displays it to Richard, who arches brows. “Very appropriate, James. I believe you know and understand Charlotte better than any of us…” He nods an acknowledgement to Michael behind me… “… at least for this situation.”

“Thank you, Richard…” My Master looms tall. “…I like to think so. Perhaps you would allow Charlotte to move her head for a moment.”

Richard withdraws, sits, but in my clear view. Stroking himself, he continues to hold my eye, showing me what he will require my wide-wedged mouth to accommodate.

Something clicks by my ear, a spiteful Snap-Snap of a sound. My Master speaks in tones like the velveted claw of some great cat. “n****e clamps, Charlotte. Richard wants to hear you scream.”

Seating himself by me, he displays his toys. “What do you think?” Small and wickedly toothed, it’s quite pretty: again made of the silver steel and set with a green gem, it dangles delicate strands of chain. “I find I approve of the jewellery Richard chose for you. I bought these to match, to give you on a suitable occasion.” He pauses a moment, pointedly testing the clamp on the tip of his little finger. Adjusting a tiny screw, he tests again, then repeats the procedure on a second clamp, then a third…

A third?

He smiles slightly. “Come, Charlotte. You know where these are going.”

My breasts swing, heavy and full, the n*****s already stiffly peaked with arousal, plumped and tender. My Master pinches one between thumb and forefinger, rolling it, nipping and squeezing. Slivers of pain spike through to my p***y, which pulses a hot trickle of liquid. As he slips the clamp into position, the slivers turn to spears, lancing to my core and a continuous flow leaks down my thighs. He squeezes. The teeth bite, and I gurgle through my gaping throat.

“Does that work for you, Richard?”

“It does indeed. But I’d like to hear more. Are you dressing the other breast now?”

“Of course.”

My Master plucks at my other n****e, fitting the second clamp, this time snapping it into place.

My Master stands beside Richard to admire the result. “Charlotte, kneel upright. We want to see you.”

Struggling to rise, in the mirrors, I see myself; Beth still gripping my hair in a rough ponytail, her eyes almost black with arousal; my skin, gilded by the flames and the candles; the gleam of fox at my loins. My breasts quiver with the palpitation of my chest, the painted areolae bronzed by the light. Centred by emerald, the chains dangle, glinting silver-gold.

Behind my reflection, Michael watches too, one hand still moving rhythmically behind Beth, the other cupping a breast, playing with the n****e.

My Master flicks at a clamp. I yelp. “What d’you think, Richard? Michael?”

Michael’s reflection grins. “I think we all know where that third clamp is going.”

“Quite right.” My Master sits again. “Knees further apart, Charlotte.” He slides a hand between my thighs, fingering my slick and swollen vulva. My c**t aches. Inside, the vibe dances a Devil’s jig. “Flooding, aren’t we. How much are you enjoying this, Charlotte? Let’s find out.”

He moves slowly, deliberately, to attach the third clamp. Making me wait. f*****g with my head. But my head doesn’t have the vote.

At the vee of my thighs, he holds, poised as he flicks the jaws of the clamp open and closed, a sharp, metallic chatter that shivers down my spine and sets my belly muscles clutching.

The fingers of one hand scissor between my p***y lips, opening me, exposing the small shaft of my c**t. At the last moment, he snaps the teeth closed.

Pain rips through me, harsh as truth, sweet as sin. Screaming, I spurt. But my Master isn’t done. With a twist and a sucking sound, he removes the plug…

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