Chapter 12
Her eyes being unaccustomed to the comparative dimness within, Harriet did not at first perceive who I was, though she started back at the bizarre impression I presented and would have turned in the doorway had not Davina given her a little push and closed the door behind her.
The picture that my elder sister presented was dazzling and voluptuous in the extreme, for she was dressed-or undressed-exactly as I. All in fact was on display to me such as I never dreamed to see. The tight-lacing of her black waist corset, which left the snowy orbs of her tits bare, made her hips and bottom flare out in the most wanton manner. Her bush was dark and luxuriant with curls, which massed tightly around her mount. The ivory columns of her thighs tapered down to perfectly rounded knees and slim calves.
My cock rose at the sight of her. There was no help for it. In but seconds I displayed a full erection with the foreskin drawn back from my gleaming knob, which itself tremored ardently. Then with a cry Harriet recognized me and would have again turned had not Elise seized her neck and shoulders and, with Davina's help, forced her down over the padded top of the trestle which faced me. Straps that were attached to its legs by rivets were quickly snapped about Harriet's thighs so that she had no help for it but to waver helplessly with her naked breasts bobbing heavily, or allow herself to be bent full over-as she did-while then her wrists were secured to the legs of the trestle.
"Oh! what would you do with me! The shame of this!" she cried, I being presented with the sight of her arched back, her bowed shoulders and dangling tits, and part of the cleft of her bottom, which she haplessly offered up to Davina.
"You will learn soon enough to call it something other than that," Davina replied briskly. "Be proud of the cockstand you have given your brother, my pet, for it will be not the last of his that you will see. Do you not like him as a girl? You will both rub your stockinged legs together soon enough. The whip, Elise!"
"Harry, do not let them!" shrieked Harriet, forgetful that I was bound as securely as she, her head bowed just below me and but a few feet in front of me.
Exchanging places with her Mistress, Elise had meanwhile taken up that which I was to learn Davina called her "teasewhip." It possessed some eighteen thongs, each of about twenty-four inches long, cut in thin black leather strips. The carved wooden handle was a foot in extent and ribbed so that it would not slip in the palm. At a single flick the tips of the thongs would spray out bitingly over the bottom of the appointed "victim"-not slashing, as I say, but nipping and burning in a manner that caused hips to writhe voluptuously.
At the first sizzling strike of the thongs, Harriet bit off a scream and would have thrust the trestle forward had it not been secured firmly to the floor. Scarce had she recovered from the stinging bits, however, than Elise brought it up under her bottom, causing her to gawp and sob while, her luscious bottom gave the most enticing of wriggles.
"I beg of you stop, I beg you, I beg!" my sister moaned, while I with rearing cock could feel my balls swelling under the erotic anguish of the spectacle. Dearly and traitorously did I wish that she had been turned over the bar with her bottom facing me, but such a treat was not yet intended. Ignoring her pleas, Elise hissed the thongs in again to the full extent of their length, doing so by a most dexterous wrist action which ensured their full splaying over Harriet's squirming orb.
Therewith, and while sobs gulped from her throat, Davina fisted Harriet's long hair and drew her head up so that she was forced to direct her gaze on to my wickedly upstanding tool.
"Regard, Harriet, how well hung he is. Ah! you dare to close your eyes? Elise-a full dozen more, and sweep them well up beneath her bottom for she must learn to lift it well," commanded. Davina while I-twisting restlessly in my splayed position on the bars-bumped my buttocks against the unyielding iron which served only to stir my desires further.
"Whoo-hooo-hoooo!" Harriet sobbed, for now she was being afforded a faster snapping of the thongs, whose tips sought even into the cleft of her plump der-riere while her glazed eyes stared upon my risen prick and balls.
So deftly and rapidly did Elise handle the teasewhip that a full dozen strokes seemed to be effected in no time, though it must not have seemed so to my sister, whose otherwise firm and pale-fleshed bottom was speckled all over with pink dots at the conclusion of what Davina was pleased to call "an interval of training."
Harriet's shuddering sobs seemed to fill the room, her lips quavering and moist, her tongue lolling as Davina continued holding up her head in order that she might take full view of my aroused genitals. Then, satisfied that she had heated Harriet's rear well, Elise discarded the whip and took up a feather such as had been employed upon Gwen. Twirling it in her fingers so that the long, narrow tip curled upwards, Elise first supplied it keep with Harriet's bottom cleft and began to tickle it up and down in long sweeping movements such as made my sister's eyes bulge.
A stuttering screech came from her and the pink tip of her tongue appeared as if trapped between her white teeth, I then divining that the feather's tip was working in her bottom-hole.
"Does it itch, does it tingle, Harriet, does it burn sweetly enough? You will have something sturdier soon there. Head well up now, dear, for you must learn," intoned Davina, who now loosed my sister's hair and cupped her palm firmly under Harriet's chin.
"St ... st ... st ... Sto-oppppp!" Harriet squealed while Elise merely chuckled and, withdrawing the maddening feather from my sister's secret orifice, knelt behind her and commenced twiddling her quim with it in such a way that thin, high-pitched shrieks bubbled up from Harriet's throat. "Yeee-heeee-nynnnng!" she gritted.
"She needs a cock, Madame. She is tight and warm within both channels and not a little moist-what a well-fleshed bottom she has," Elise said.
"Her time for pleasuring will come later," Davina declared and of a sudden let go of Harriet's chin so that her head slumped once more while the most delirious cries welled up from her and her face shook from side to side.
"Be certain that she comes now-work it well around her clitty," Davina instructed.
At that I saw Harriet's shoulders quiver and strain. Her head lifted, fell. A thin bubbling cry came from her and her hips worked tempestuously. Then with a divine shudder she fell limp while Elise rose victoriously, displaying the glistening end of the feather, which Harriet's love juices had bedewed.
"Up with her!" Davina commanded at that and assisted in the unstrapping of Harriet's wrists and thighs until she could be drawn up, her eyes closed, her head slumping on her shoulder. Her divine legs tremored, causing the heels of her shoes to judder on the floor. Elise, gazing at me briefly and not without amused sorrow at my thoroughly aroused condition, then looked to Davina in such a manner that a question seemed to pass unspoken between them.
"No-it is too soon-take her out, Elise. She may rest for a moment, then I shall have a few things to say to her."
Quite dazed, I watched my sister's retreat, urged out as she was by Elise, who had recovered the whip and held it dangling against Harriet's naked bottom. The door being left ajar, Davina then untied me without a word, disdaining to touch my quivering cock, which so longed for attention. Not daring to lay my longing hands upon her, I stood forlorn. Taking my elbow then, she hustled me out and led me to a small room between the bedrooms that was little more than a cell. A single bed ran along one wall, which was but plastered roughly. Beside the bed stood a cabinet, upon which was a bowl filled with water and a glass. A few biscuits resided in a cracked china bowl. High up in the further wall was a small window, which admitted some light. My own clothes were not in evidence, nor anything else.
Pushing me roughly on the bed, Davina stood over me. Smiling in a manner that betokened victory rather than pleasure as such, she daintily raised her dress until her belly and her busy thatch were finally presented to my gaze. Her legs being held straight and apart, I could see distinctly the lips of her quim offering their succulent peeping through her curls.
"Had I blindfolded you in that room, turned you about once or twice and then put your cock to a slit, you would have not known nor little cared whether it was mine, your sister's, or Elise's, would you?" she asked sharply, causing me to wince as she nipped my nostrils between her thumb and forefinger. "Answer! The truth now!" she snapped.
Tears glistened in my eyes as she released my nose. "It is true," I blurted, for I could say no other-neither would I have dared say that I would have preferred Harriet to her.
"Such is the nature of the male," Davina replied, lowering her skirt. "The male ruts to feel the divine itching sensations of fucking, caring little wherein he spills his sperm. In so doing he would subjugate the female to his whims-make her the mere vessel of his spermatic outpourings. The female receives and sometimes enjoys. Men are by habit often too crude and rushed in their proceedings. I would have it otherwise, Harry. Females, unlike men, can enjoy the pleasure of one another's company in bed and with infinitely more sensuousness than they are accorded by their opposites. It is thus in my philosophy for women to be pleasured by males at their command and leisure, and not vice versa. Females frequently require training for this. I divide them up by instinct-those, such as Harriet, who are destined to mastery of the male, and those, such as Gwen, whose cunnies, bottoms, and lips are mere pleasure pots for the taking."
My dolefulness showed, causing her to smile.
"I then am as all males in your eyes-and yet I would not be," I implored, my cock still stemming stiffly up from my seated position on the edge of the bed.
"Have I said as much, Harry?" she replied to my heart-pounding delight. "You are more specially chosen than you sometimes think yourself to be, for I required someone of sensitivity and imaginationn, someone whom I can manipulate and turn to my will, someone who would adore me," she said in such an understanding tone that I burst into tears, my sobs being uncontrollable and willed in great part-as she knew-by the frustration I had just sustained.
Then did a little miracle occur, for while I was so crying, Davina thrust me back, my stockinged legs dangling over the side of the bed and-swooping-fastened her mouth upon my straining cock. I shuddered, cried, grasped at air, so delicious was the sensation of those warm sucking lips, which absorbed good inches of my cock within them.
"Aaargh!" I groaned, while steadily she sucked, moving her fingers beneath her mouth gently up and down around my stem, slimed as it became with her saliva. Pushing my legs back and up, she thus frustrated me from rising, the suction of her mouth growing every stronger so that I was on the very tip of loosing my sperm when she relinquished my prick and stood up.
"Remember ever, Harry, that one who cries and sobs is easily taken. I shall amuse myself at times by giving you females thus, though their tears will betoken not grief but a helpless excitement at being driven into the very wantonness that they have ever previously avoided. Have no remorse therefore in pumping them strongly, for even an occasionally dominant female may be put thus to play. Get up!"
I obeyed. My legs shook, my mouth quavered even as Harriet's had done.
"Oh, why do you treat me so? Why did you not do it?" I stammered.
Calmly she smiled and gripped my moist erection. "How else am I to keep you tamed, Harry? Were I to have let you fuck me upon your first or second encounter, I would merely have increased your rutting desires for the next female you met. No, my boy, you are to be under my control for as long as I wish and you will be more pleasured thereby than you think. Turn and look-kneel up on the bed and slide that little shutter across."
That which she indicated was a simple square of wood, as I had thought of it, but at a touch now of my fingers it slid aside and I found myself gazing into the adjoining bedroom where Harriet lay facing me upon her back with her legs apart and her knees drawn back. None but muffled gasps came from me as I perceived what was happening. Sprawled on her face before her so that her rosy bottom presented itself well to me was Monique, who, with her face deeply buried between my sister's lush thighs, was lapping contentedly at her slit. Squatting above Harriet's face meanwhile was Elise-equally naked. One hand, thrust down under her bottom and just emerging therefrom, clipped Harriet's nose between tight fingers while the other and freer hand cupped my sister's chin, holding it back, while Elise squirmed and rubbed her pussylips over Harriet's mouth.
Tossing and gasping as she tried to, Harriet was nevertheless well secured. Holding her legs strongly, Monique pressed them back further toward her belly and surged her tongue back and forth in the adorable girl's cunny.
"Oh! oh! she tickles me so I want to pee!" Elise laughed, rolling her bottom all about.
"Ah, do not, or Madame will be displeased. Piss in the pot and give her but a little trickle of it," blurted Monique, who was then constrained to hold a jerking Harriet by glidding full upon her body while Elsie attended to her needs by springing off the bed and bouncing upon a pot, which received her gushing salute. The curly hairs of her quim well wettened then, she made a tigress's leap back upon Harriet, who-while Monique slid back down and attended again to licking her slit-was forced to accept the golden droplets in her mouth.
"Oh, she has her tongue in, the delicious girl-it excites her!" laughed Elise, who threw her head back in the apparent rapture of the moment while I could distinctly see Harriet's Adam's apple bobbing.
My pleasure was meanwhile tripled by Davina, who, placing herself upon the bed beside me, handled my prick luringly again before snapping the shutter closed.
"You see what naughty little tricks women do get up to," she sighed. "How prettily Emily will twirl her tongue in the same wise when I bring her to it. Yes, darling, you may come now-rub it against my belly," she commanded, raising her dress anew and hugging my rampant cock between us so that it urged against the silky, curing skin. "How bad you are, Harry," she laughed huskily, twisting her mouth away from mine this way and that so that I could not capture it, though I succeeding in cupping her naked bottom. Throwing back her head as Elise had done so that my kisses rained passionately on her swan-like neck, she began to work her hips sinuously, thus enraging my near-bursting penis even more. Then of a sudden her forefinger quested between the cheeks of my buttocks, the tapered tip inserting itself to the first knuckle within me there and bringing a rattling gasp from my throat. "Yes, you naughty girl, yes!" Davina moaned. Her belly shimmered. She was coming! Couched tightly between us, my cock spurted out its thick jets and pellets of sperm while her moving finger, urging me gently on, made my loins melt and flood her belly and thighs with my spurting juice.