Chapter 11
To my surprise and chagrin, Pietro stepped into the line on the left. He had in his hand the wicked whip with the. six thongs and the slivers of lead. He didn't grin or show any expression of happiness, but I could tell that, behind his grim look, there was a contentment that he was going to be able to lay the leather (and the lead) on my hide. He had never liked me, and vice versa; now that Marella was showing a preference for me, his attitude just naturally had to go even more sour.
So there they were, thirteen men and thirteen women with whips, all lined up neatly waiting for the victim to come through. Each of them had been brought a high degree of erotic lust by the whippings and the strange manner of paying admiration to our queen. Each of them gripped his whip tightly and waited with growing impatience for me to come near.
I swallowed deeply, gazed far down the line at Marella waiting for me on the footlocker, and started forward. I walked slowly, even though I was in a hurry to get the whipping over and to. collect my reward. But I walked slowly for another reason--if I walked fast, Pietro just might become arbitrary and ornery again and make me do it over.
The first whip caught me across the shoulders. It was Mark and he really laid it on thick. I winced and felt my body sag from the pain--he caught me on a previous welt. The next was from Lila and it wasn't bad at all. Then came one from Carla, who had mastered the art, and I nearly went to my knees.
Through all the pain and the fear of going for-ward, there was this uncanny and mysterious thread of sensuality which caused my passion to rise higher and higher. My cock was so hard, it could not possibly become harder. Yet, as the whips fell on my body and I heard the panting and squealing of my assailants, my prick seemed to. enlarge even more and to stiffen like old cement.
When I was halfway through the line, the pain was a constant companion. The blows didn't seem to come one after the other--they all seemed to come simultaneously and to linger long past the next one. But I hadn't reached Pietro yet.
He was at the end, nearest Marella, and he was determined to administer a lash which she would be proud to watch.
He did.
He raised the "cat-of-six" as we called it and brought it down with a sharp buzzing sound in the air. It cracked like rocks rolling down a hillside onto a concrete highway. The pain from the six separate thongs ripped through my body and I felt the stinging, burning sensation of the six pinpoints of lead.
The wicked whip left no welts--there was no room left on my back for welts. As I stumbled out at the end of the line and looked down at my prize and her gaping pussy that glistened wetly in the moonlight, I felt faint and wondered if I could ,possibly survive two more walks between those lines of whippers.
Marella looked up at me and her dark eyes glowed with admiration. She held her arms out to me and said, "Bene," and I hurried back up the line for my second go-around.
The second time was terrible. I fell twice as the whips rained blow after blow on my bloodied body. For one horrible instant, I nearly lost consciousness and, when I revived and stood up, all sensations of sexual pleasure were gone from me. I looked down and saw that my erection was even dying. The pain was simply too much for me--or was it not the pain and only the fear?
I looked down at Marella and her lips parted and she spoke something which I couldn't hear. I gazed at her dark thatch of pussy and at the high, full breasts with the giant nipples and I felt a resurging of the vital juices that sustained me. My cock rose again and I went forward, welcoming the next whiplash that cut into my raw flesh.
Pietro saved his best and strongest blow for me. He gave only one, although the others had time for two or three. But Pietro didn't want to expend energy on two or three lashes, sacrificing accuracy and strength. He put everything he had into one single blow which was superhuman in scope.
He struck me around the small of my back with his second blow and the whip wrapped around my body and left its little bloody plus signs on my stomach. One went wayward and the plus sign turned up red and shining on the shaft of my cock, .about halfway between the head and the base. It felt kind of good and my prick jiggled up and down in gratefulness. That would hurt like crazy later, but right now it was a sentient thing.
I came out of the line the second time as a bloody zombie. I looked at Marella and she was smiling, but I don't remember anything else about her. I don't even remember circling the group and preparing to go through again. All I remember is that there was a brief respite in my nightmare and then the blows from the whips were thundering down on me again. I went slowly through the ranks, slowly because my legs would not carry me fast.
I had thought the third time would be the greatest agony, but it was actually the easier. My body had been virtually anesthetized by the amount of pain it had absorbed. The nerves of my flesh seemed to have gone dead. I felt nothing in that third walk but the occasional blunt; dull blows of the whips and a rising passion that almost brought me to orgasm.
It was truly strange how that third walk through provided such a depth of sexual pleasure, even in my dulled state. But, when I reached Pietro and prepared for his super-blow, I was so near climax that I almost whacked off the extra bit of attention to my prick that was needed for the orgasm.
But there was Marella waiting with open arms and open cunt.
Pietro's blow came like a sledgehammer with razor blades welded to the head. It caught me across the tops of my shoulders and brought me to my knees with its sheer force and degree of pain. I hadn't really felt the other blows during that final walk, but I felt that one. The whole world spun around my head as I wars plunged into vertigo. I felt the cool grass and pebbles on my knees and then I had the sensation of falling. Then, of being dragged.
I was out cold.
The next thing I remembered was waking up with my head on the soft lap of the beautiful Amazon, the strange and delectable Marella. Everyone else was gone and we were out there alone in the meadow with the moon still shining so brightly that I could see every detail of her pretty face and imposing breasts above me.
"What happened?"
"Bene," she said. "You do good, but the last time is too much. You are fine now."
The great and searing passion was gone. I had passed out at the crucial moment and had missed the time of highest ecstasy. I groaned inwardly when I thought of the great opportunity missed, but I-wasn't yet aware of the bewitching powers of Marella, the Sicilian Amazon.
She pulled my face up to her and kissed me heavily on the lips. I smelled a kind of exotic perfume around her face and it was good. It helped to revive me. I felt her warm breasts against my chest as she clutched me, like a baby, to her. Her kiss was torrid and her tongue flashed into my mouth and I found it with mine. Then, the kiss was over, she held back and took one great breast in her hand and stuck the nipple into my mouth.
"Suck," she said. "Suck and enjoy. There is time for the other. Rest and suck now."
I took the breast in both hands and sucked on the juicy nipple like a babe in arms, which, at the moment, I was. I felt the great womanly warmth of her body and drew succor from that body. I felt safe, secure, as though I had never endured pain and would never have to endure it. I was a babe again, safe in the arms of the eternal mother.
Marella could affect you that way. Among a variety of other ways.
But she wasn't the eternal mother for very long. After my nervousness and weakness had passed, she took the breast from me and kissed me again. This time, I was fully revived and I swung up to embrace the big girl around the neck. I pulled her down to me and we kissed for a long time there in the moonlight.
"I love you, Marella," I said with a choking, gasping voice that surprised me with its depth of emotion.
"I know," she said. "I love you."
I knew she did, but I also knew that she loved everyone. Only a woman with broad powers of love could ever care for a gruff, coarse, cruel man like Pietro.
"Do you want me?" I asked.
"Desperately," she said. "More than that, my lover. I must have you. It is a definite need as well as desire. We make love now."
I was surprised at how quickly I had returned from the sagging, weak, ineffectual status of the rag doll to the raging intensity of a tiger. I was fully erect now and her hand slipped down across my bloody stomach to curl around that tall member. She jerked it slowly and a bead of semen appeared at the eye, glistening like a diamond in the moonlight.
Marella saw the drop of moisture and leaned her big head down. She sucked up the drop and smacked her lips as she swallowed it.
"Nectar," she said simply.
Then she did something wholly unexpected, some thing that would have been embarrassing with any other woman and at any other time. She picked me up and carried me up to the Great-house.
The others were there. They were sitting Yoga style around the big room. A thin mattress had been placed on the dining table and Marella marched down between the lines of Yoga worshipers and placed me on the mattress. Then, while the others gave off a kind of weird hum, Marella took a soft wet cloth and wiped the blood from my body.
As she treated my many wounds with a soothing salve, the others sat erect, with feet crossed, eyes closed. They kept up the strange ,hum and I finally recognized it.
They were repeating the Indian word for god; "Aum, Aum, Aum," they repeated over and over, holding the "m" sound so that the word came out like a series of musical hums.
The buzzing and humming in the room had a hypnotic effect on me and I was virtually in a trance when Marella crawled onto the mattress with me. I felt her warm body against me and we embraced. Her thighs spread and she shifted my cock between them and nestled it up against her wet pussy. She kissed me again and then I felt something strong and rigid against my buttocks. I tried to look over my shoulder to see what it was, but she held me in a viselike grip.
I didn't have to look--I knew what it was. It was one of the dildos.
Slowly, without pain, Marella worked the head of the dildo into my anus. Then, she began to push the big instrument deep into my body. As she did this, her thighs worked back and forth gently, massaging my cock against her soft skin and the wetness of her snatch.
She inserted the dildo all the way and then broke our tight embrace. She shifted around on the mattress until her head was at my crotch and her own crotch was poised above my face. She slipped the head of my dick into her mouth and began to suck gently while her big tongue washed the sensitive knob into a lather of passion.
And then her hips lowered and she sank her pussy into my face. I let out a grateful wail and spread her cuntlips with my fingers and sought out her tender and sensitive parts with my lips and tongues. Her pussy flowed with a musky nectar and I sucked and licked with an immense pleasure.
While she sucked on my cock and pressed more of it into her commodious throat, she began to work the dildo in and out of my backside. Then, she raised her head for an instant, and said; "There is another one above your head. Please use it."
I searched on the table above me and found another dildo. I put the large pink knob at the mouth of her cunt and greased it well with her juices. Then, I found her anus and began to plunge the dildo into her body. She squirmed and yelped a little, but the dildo went in without a great deal of resistance.
She began now a furious sucking of my cock and a rapid stroking of my ass with the dildo. I picked up the tempo and rammed the dildo in and out of her as though it were my own prick.
Suddenly, the humming in the room stopped and ' the others got up from the cots. I could hear them, but I couldn't see them. They had begun the orgy that had been delayed by my passing out. I heard whips and squeals and slurping sounds as the others in the Jilkes Group, led now by Pietro, the big Sicilian motorcycle rider, ran amok around the room, gearing up for a massive orgy.
I figured that their activities didn't really concern me, so I didn't look up. I applied myself to Marella's flowing cunt and probed deeper with my tongue, all the while plunging and withdrawing the great dildo.
But I was wrong. What the others were doing did concern me. They were gathering in a long line from the table and Pietro was in the front. At a signal, Marella rolled away from me and pulled the dildo out with a plop. She moved to the rear of the table, near the stove, and I sat up, dazed and surprised.
"For this moment," Pietro said, grinning at me. "You are the king. Prepare for your homage."
I didn't know what the hell he was talking about, so I didn't prepare for anything. I just sat there on the edge of the table with my cock high and angry because of the interruption. Suddenly, he leaned for-ward and took my cock in his mouth. We sucked on it for three seconds, then pulled away and stepped aside.
Next in line was Lila, from Kent State. She sucked on my prick for three seconds, then leaped aside to join Pietro. One by one, all the members of my group stepped forward and plunged my cock into their mouths.
Each tried to outdo the other. Sofia was the best. She slipped in the knob and I felt a million tiny tingles of passion slip up through my nervous system. Then, she swirled her tongue around the sensitive knob and plunged more than half my staff down her throat. She pulled out with a great sucking compression while her fingers kneaded my balls. She smiled and departed.
When they were all finished, I was nearly finished. But they lined up for another go-around. And then a third. How I kept from reaching climax during that lengthy homage, I'll never know. But I didn't. And, when they were finally done and had begun their orgy around the Great-house, I was fully prepared for Marella who through her huge body onto mine and slipped my cock between her thighs.
"Now, we fuck," she said. "We are the king and the queen and we fuck beautifully."
Never in my life had I been in such a high state of passion. My whole body shuddered with lust and I felt sexual impulses raging in all parts. Even my toes felt swollen, expanded, ready to explode in climactic fury.
I moved my cock slowly up between the heavy thighs of the lovable Amazon. I felt the moistness from her cunt with the shaft of my prick and it moved easily through that sea of sticky fluid. The tip touched soft cunt-flesh and I shifted position so that I was aimed directly into the dark cavern. Marella's thighs parted and our two organs touched, like electricity touching in the clouds. I shuddered at that beautiful touch and then started the long slide into her.
My hands gripped the full, firm buttocks and our lips pressed together in a hot, wet kiss. Marella's tongue was flashing into my mouth and her breasts were straining up against my chest. I felt no pain from my beatings now; I felt only the magic of lust that was exuded so plentifully by this marvelous woman.
There are men who say there is little distinction between women when it comes to sex. They are wrong. I had enjoyed many women and some men. But Marella seemed to bring a third dimension to the world of sex. She was apart, a separate entity, a whole new world of pleasure and ecstasy. I was not fucking just a woman, I was fucking a solid appellation, the embodiment of all that is good and sentient in the world of lust.
My cock reached bottom and our groins crashed together with thunderous passion. I could not seem to get enough of this woman. My hands traversed her great expanses of lovely smooth skin. My lips moved from her lips to her forehead, to her eyes, to her chin, then down to her smooth, full breasts. I suckled her nipples and lavished the swollen mounds of soft flesh with kisses.
And then I began the most glorious fuck of my entire life.
My cock had developed, the sense of touch, far more sensitive than my fingers. It could feel the small bubble of her swollen clitoris just inside her cunt. It could feel the convulsing walls of her slippery cunt as she moved those muscles about, receiving and expelling my cock in turn. It could feel the narrowing channel at the bottom where the walls. moved in and gripped my swollen cockhead, eager to receive it, reluctant to let it go.
The slapping of our bodies filled the room and drowned out the sounds of the orgy behind us. Marella cried out time after time for me to fuck harder, but I was giving her all I had. I found great strength in her body and in her voice, but it wasn't sufficient to satisfy her entirely. Nothing could have satisfied her entirely.
But the climax was most satisfying to me. I came sooner than I wished to come and, to my eternal shame, she didn't come with me. I blasted the channel of her cunt with every drop, every squirt of my spunk and kept fucking her brutally even while my cock was softening. She was still building to climax when all my strength gave out and I had to roll away from her lurching body.
Marella cried out in dismay when I stopped and I was reaching for the dildo to finish her off when Pietro stepped in. He had been waiting, knowing all along that I wouldn't be able to satisfy his woman. He leaped onto the table and plunged his big black Sicilian cock into the gaping, snapping, convulsing cunt. He grinned back at me as he began a most furious fucking.
I retired to the nearest cot, expended, half dead with the ordeal. Pietro fucked on and I could hear Marella's high voice crying out for him to fuck her harder. I looked up and saw Pietro's hairy thighs rising and plunging. I saw Marella's beautiful strong legs around his back, her heels digging into his dark flesh, urging him on, helping him.
I felt sick with shame, but it was short-lived. I heard Pietro roar with passion and then saw his body go slack. He had come into his beautiful queen, but the queen was yet unsated.
Marella cried out for a man to satisfy her. Then she cried out for a woman.
Sofia, grinning confidently, stepped into the breach left unoccupied by Pietro. She leaned over the table and took the big girl's buttocks in her arms. She plunged her face into the great swollen cunt and began a wild and riotous gamming. She sucked and sucked, but could not bring Marella to climax. When she slid down beside the table in a tremor of exhaustion, Mark from Dartmouth moved up with his erect cock throbbing in his hand. He leaped to the table and plunged quickly into Marella's waiting pussy.
But even he was not equal to the occasion. After three more girls and two more men, Marella was still screaming for satisfaction. It took sweet little Tonia from Yugoslavia, to turn the trick.
Tonia strapped on the biggest dildo in the supply and crawled onto the table. Her breasts flattened against Marella's, and her lips sealed themselves against Marella's lips. She poised the dildo above the girl's vacillating cunt, then plunged it in almost brutally.
Marella screamed with pain and pleasure.
It took only a dozen strokes and the Great-house was rent with a scream that almost shattered the flickering lamps that hung from the rafters.
Marcella had finally come.
It was a very puzzling enigma. Marella seemed to take longer to reach climax each time we had an orgy. That and her growing paleness gave me my first indication that something was terribly wrong with our beloved queen.