Chapter 13
Several days passed in which I found myself mainly alone, though free to wander about the house and grounds at will. I had now little or no intention of returning home and wondered much about the surprise and solemnity that might prevail there, though in fact it was not so, as I discovered later.
My mother seemingly made it known that I was to stay away for a period. Harriet, having been returned home the same day as her whipping, said nothing and lay wrapped much in thought, I heard, though Emily grew curious as to all the comings and goings. Possessing as she did a divine innocence, however, no thought evidently occurred to her other than a vague apprehension that I was "learning something," as indeed I was. At times my thoughts would go into turmoil, particularly as during Davina's mysterious absences both Monique and Elise would revert to treating me as their superior.
"Of course. They are trained to it," Davina observed to me when I remarked upon it, expressing herself, thus, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Were you to fuck one of them in my absence, I would permit no complaints from them. It is common enough that female servants are often had over the table by their masters, is it not?"
My consternation plainly showed, for she laughed, recognising as she did that I knew not when to believe her or not. I was as a top spinning beneath her whip, I thought. It was a simile that would have pleased her. We were seated upon her return in her private sitting room, whose sofas and armchairs were covered in red plush, the arms stringed with gold braid along which her slender fingers would play and tease. Asking timidly about the reasons for her absence, I was told only that she had been pleasuring herself, though I believed this was intended more to tease than to inform.
Sweeping her arms back behind her head and resting back on a sofa-a posture that made her firm breasts even more prominent-she cast a proud eye about the walls of the room, which were lined with purple silk and decorated with mirrors framed in ornate gold and blue designs and several delicate watercolor paintings of rural scenes, one being in miniaturised imitation of Constable's masterpiece "The Haywagon."
Drawing upon a Turkish cigarette which protruded from a long ivory holder banded with black rings, Davina blew curling trails of smoke into the air, her eyes smoldering, as ofttimes they did, so that she seemed possessed of inner fires. I, who had had no satisfaction for almost a full week but to frig myself, smouldered in my loins-a fact which did not escape my mistress as she observed the hump in my trousers.
"Is that for me?" she asked with an ever teasing smile. "I will have it satisfied today, for you have been very good. Selina is coming. Did I tell you?"
Of course she had not, but it was often her way of speaking when she wished to have me surprised.
"There will be a little entertainment, Harry, and you shall play your part in it without frustration this time.
My only request is that you should dress nicely for it. You will not mind?"
This being so artlessly requested, and I having nothing but to obey in any event, merely nodded happily. I had no doubt that she meant what she said about my own participation in whatever was to follow, and at a snap of her fingers, I allowed myself to be taken upstairs by Elise and Monique, who duly bathed and perfumed me and then attired me once more in stockings and shoes, though this time without a corset, they saying that I would look just as pretty in a brief, lacy chemise, which left my aroused genitals fully exposed. Then was rouge applied to my cheeks and lips, together with kohl, which outlined my eyes expressively. My stockings were gartered first with bands of elastic whereby they might hold up tightly, and these bands were then covered or camouflaged with ribbons of pink silk, which Monique tied into rosettes at the sides of my thighs.
"What a perfect girl you make-except for your naughty big cock," she sighed and wetted the knob a little with her lips, which made me jerk and sigh. My stalk erect, I was then led down, being advised by both the maids to enter the drawing room as daintily as I could. There I was met again by Davina, who clapped her hands with pleasure at my new transformation and made me twirl about to show my naked buttocks.
Watched as I was being still by the two maids, I felt a curious excitement again at being so attired and felt even a trifle shy, as a girl might if she were so put on show.
"It robs you not of your manhood, but indeed enhances it," Davina told me, taking hold of my stiff cock but remaining before me at arm's length so that my prong was forced down a little. Then, turning and maintaining her grip upon me, she led me to a straight-backed chair that had been placed in a corner of the room and there bade me sit. "I am going to tie you, Harry, though it is simply to curb any impetuousness you might feel. Selina will get the most pleasant of surprises at seeing what a fine sturdy prick you have. She shall have indeed the choice of two this afternoon, though she knows it not."
And with those words my ankles were taken apart and secured by small straps to the bottoms of the legs of the chair, as were my wrists to the arms. No sooner was this effected, as it happened, that the knocker sounded at the door, bringing a deep blush to my cheeks at the realisation that I was going to be surprised already in this condition.
"Silence, Harry, is golden-remember," Davina advised me and then seated herself formally, taking up a book, while Elise answered the door, took such cloaks and coats as were necessary, and ushered the guests in.
Selina's gaze fell upon me immediately. How truly voluptuous she looked, attired as she was in a very pale pink silk dress that floated freely about her ankles while sheathing her magnificent hips, bottom, and tits closely so that her womanhood was freely delineated. With her came a man I did not recognise but who was quickly identified by reason of the use of his name as Selina's brother, Tbrrio.
He was a husky man of some forty years of age, dark of hair and with remarkable blue eyes. Seeing me, he appeared to freeze in his tracks until Davina with an imperious gesture motioned him to a small sofa which held its back to me. Contrariwise, Selina was placed in an armchair so that she had a full view of my condition, though her eyes betrayed little more than the deepest interest in the proportions of my upstanding prick.
"Like father like son, is it not?" Davina smiled, gesturing towards me, while Torrio-from such movements as I could see of his-fiddled nervously with his cravat, having uttered not a word!
To this Selina merely nodded and averted her gaze from my cock.
"I am glad that you came merely because I wished you to, Selina," Davina observed with a certain tightening in her voice which I felt was brought about by Selina's lack of response. "Now, tell me how you have behaved yourself," she continued, making Selina dart her eyes rather nervously all about the room. Was this the selfsame temptress, I wondered, who had bedded with Mama and Papa? Still I knew little enough of the ever-changing moods of women.
"Oh, as to that, it has been somewhat boring-a few balls, a hunting party, some crochet work in which I have indulged myself," Selina replied languidly.
Her air of slyly keeping her distance, however, vanished abruptly as Davina clapped her hands together sharply and brought Elise and Monique in at the trot.
"She will not answer the question," Davina told them simply.
"She was frequently wilful, Madame, was she not?" Monique replied to this, advancing immediately upon Selina as did Elise, while Torrio continued sitting in his statuesque pose. Bending down over Selina, Elise stroked her velvety cheek as if the two were sisters rather than servant and superior.
"You must tell madame," Elise purred. "Do you not know what you were brought here for?"
"Oh, how dare you!" Selina responded and jumped up, which movement was allowed, for Elise stepped back quite courteously. "Davina, I will not tolerate ... ouch!" Selina squealed, her words broken off as Monique, moving sinuously behind her, seized the back of her luxuriant dark hair and forced her head up to the ceiling while so pressing her other hand into the small of the beautiful woman's back that Selina's hands could only claw helplessly at the air.
"Up with her skirt and remove her drawers," Davina commanded, her words being so smoothly and rapidly obeyed by Elise that in but a flash the entrancing vision of Selina's bared belly, thick black thatch, and stockinged thighs was there for all to see, struggling madly as she was but having no help but to display herself.
"Let me go-let me go!-oh, I hate you!" she screeched. "How dare servants handle me in this way! Torrio, do not look!"
"Such a mood, such a mood!" Davina laughed, springing up now and advancing upon her friend to palpitate her superb arse, her thighs, and her quim with knowing fingers. "Are we not a little Madame today, Selina?" she teased. "Whose cock will you have first, my pet-or shall you try both together? What an entertainment that will prove. Torrio!"
He seemed to veritably leap up from his seat at that barked command-for so it seemed to be. And yet as with equal uncertainty, he again sat while Davina's long legs carried her across to him, pursued by Selina's cries of "Beasts! Oh, you are beasts!"
"Have you not long learned to obey me, Torrio?" asked Davina softly.
Whether his lips moved or what expression his visage contained I knew not, for his back remained to me. Neither could I be certain whether the apparent gestures of Davina's hands were such as drew him into a mesmeric trance or not. At all events a croaking sound seemed to come from him, while my agitated gaze remained upon the sumptuous curves of Selina. Her hair had been loosed, but her wrists were held behind her by Monique while Elise stood on guard, occasionally tucking Selina's skirt more tightly around her waist. Petulantly she kicked and for that received a smart slap on the bottom from Elise, who within the province of my own experience had quite a stinging palm.
The screech of outrage that issued from Selina merged then into a veritable howl as her brother was seen to rise and begin to divest himself of his clothes. In a moment he was naked, his brawny muscles rippling, his balls seeming as large as a carthorse's, and the size of his prick not far behind that of a donkey's.
"No! I will not! I will not again! How you disgrace me, Davina-and you, Torrio. Have you no shame! Ah, you incestuous beasts, I shall not let you, I shall-"
Smack! Quick as a bolt of lightning Davina had wheeled about, retraced the few steps she had taken, and brought her palm stingingly across the cheek of Selina, whose eyes bulged, her lips wobbling in a soundless cry.
"The sweet innocent you play today, Selina, is it?" hissed Davina. "Has not your brother had at your bottom before this and before my very eyes? We shall see as to the truth of your behaviour in these past weeks. Balls and hunting parties, indeed! I doubt not that you have enjoyed the liquid churnings of the former and that you have indulged in a little hunting yourself."
"I have not, I have not! Oh, how can you say this of me! How can you let me be degraded so, Davina," sobbed Selina, upon whose right cheek lingered still the impress of Davina's slap over which pearling tears now trickled.
Ah, to see her thus-she who had frotted Papa's prick and even delved her tongue no doubt in my darling Mama's grotto! Her full hips writhed, evidently seeking to disembarrass themselves of a finger which probed between the magnificent hemispheres of her bottom while Torrio's cock-having erected itself with a certain lordly magnificence-stood a third again as large as my own, his thighs like small treetrunks and a matt of black hair half covering his bull-like chest.
"No, no, no, no!" Selina continued to moan, and I understood then better what Davina had told me of a crying female as gorgeously fleshed as she and how devilish such an attraction can prove. Quite ignored by her impassive captors as she was, I was then released from my bonds, counting it utterly bizarre and yet most fervently thrilling to stand in waiting with Selina's brother for this moment.
"Lit down, my pet, upon this rug and keep your legs well apart," my divine mistress instructed me. Doing so, I found myself gazing up in total rapture between the thighs of Selina on my left. Full-bodied as she was and yet not run to fat, but firm and curvaceous everywhere, she presented as tasty a sight of feminine pulchritude as ever I have seen. The rolled lips of her cunny, pale pink as they were, protruded enchantingly through her nest of black curls. That she knew her fate I doubted not, for her feet slurred on the carpet and would have kicked me again had she not been literally thrown down upon me so that I made no bones about clasping her tightly beneath her armpits while her belly rolled silkily on my stiff pego.
"You dare-you dare, Davina!" she shrieked, such sheer disobedience as I saw it then bringing from Monique a resounding smack! on her bare bottom, which for the moment seemed to quieten her save for her helpless sobs, her face buried against my shoulder.
"Up with her and put her to him!" Davina spat, and there was no help for it then as Selina's broad-curving hips were lifted deftly by the maids, who placed themselves on either side of her.
The anguished howl that came then from Selina seemed to surpass in volume all the other cries she had uttered. Quickly maneuvered, the knob of my throbbing tool was brushed deliciously against her cleft and then slipped in. Sobbing her protests, that luscious channel of reception was then eased down full on to my cock, which inch by inch sank up within her, savouring as it did the velvety, moist clenching of her vaginal walls, which the agitations of her hips served only to increase.
"Now, Torrio," came Davina's voice whereupon I-realising that Selina was to be forced to enjoy a double entry such as I had never even thought of before-raised my stockinged legs smartly and, wrapping them tightly around her waist, so imprisoned her.
"Nooo, nooo, nooo, nooooof" Selina shrieked, while over her heaving shoulders I saw her brother drop to his knees behind her and felt distinctly the parting of her bumcheeks the better that her rosette might be exposed to his huge knob.
Heave as she tried, Selina could not escape. Even the tiniest movements of her supple hips were pure heaven to me in such a situation, I keeping my ankles tightly locked while a great gushing sound came from her throat as though all the air were being expelled from her body. Her head jerked up, my cock sinking up her cunt to the full extent. Her fists beat on the carpet. A whining hiss came from her as if to complement the outpouring of her breath.
"Neee-ooooh!" Ah, no-no-ah!"
"Whip his buttocks, Elise, that he might pump her well. Harry, keep your loins still for she will bounce up and down on you well enough now," Davina cried.
A groan came from Torrio, whose face was laid sideways now between his sister's shoulder blades while inch by inch her bottom yielded its plump richness to his cock. Such a narrow channel there was somewhere within her that I could all but feel his massive prick rubbing upon my own through vibrant veils of flesh as it entered inplacably and was finally lodged to the full, bringing the most piteous cries from Selina.
The hissing of the little whip sounded. Torrio's hips jerked and strove. As his massive pestle of rigid flesh drew three-quarters out of her, so Selina seemed to lift her hips and then let them fall again at his reentry, so that the luscious oyster of her cunt sucked, rose, and fell on my buried pego.
"Whooo-hooo-hoooo!" she sobbed, her tears wetting my ears and shoulders, yet there was then something in her quavering cries that seemed to betoken a greater sensuousness than her apparent horror would have indicated.
"Jerk your cock in her, Harry, now!" I heard from above me and did so as best I could so that the warmth of our bodies communicated itself one to the other and Selina's thighs and belly slapped deliciously upon my own.
Ah, how truly intoxicating that bout was! The groans, the cries, the heaves! Feeling my embedded cock well oiled, I knew Selina to be coming. Her salty spurts bedewed my pubic hairs and even trickled down between us in our torrid embrace to lubricate my balls with the fragrant mist of her surrender.
For such it then was, she ceasing to struggle and working her hips voluptuously as together we pronged and reamed her front and rear. Never having given thought to such a lubricious act, I felt her small white teeth nip my ear in an access of passion while above us sounded kisses and sighs from the trio who watched. Heavily rising and falling, Selina received us both, her passages being eased by the subtle lubrications of our efforts and the small pearls of come that seeped from the knob of my embedded prick as I had no doubt they did from Torrio's.
"Together now-ah, together-flood her!" came Davina's cry, and with that we heaved as one. Selina's warm breath rushed into my ear. Her fingernails bit cruelly into my shoulders, yet I felt no pain but only ecstasy as the now willing enclosures of her divine form received simultaneously the out-gushings of our sperm, which seemed to throb endlessly on, spurting deep within her, while her orgasmic fervour drenched my spilling cock.
"Har-ahl" Selina shuddered, her fleshy hips squirming in the final raptures and her twin orifices sucking greedily upon our twin invaders as if to draw from our pricks the last drops of sperm, which she was by then so greedy to receive. Being bid by Davina to withdraw, Torrio did so, his cock emerging with a loud plop! which brought an "Oh!" of seeming surprise, not to say disappointment, from our voluptuous captive. Then did long seconds tick by while we lay together, she upon me and my enclasping legs at last sliding lazily down. A slap sounded, but it was a much lighter one than hitherto, and Selina received it upon her ardent bottom with a giggle, being drawn to her feet and off my shrinking cock by Davina, whose face glowed with pride.
"Did I not say I would put you to two at once?" Davina asked while Selina slumped against her.
"Mmmmm...." Selina breathed, kissing Davina's face all over. "Was I good, then?"
"My dear, you were divine. Such a realistic outcry and struggle you put up as I almost thought you meant it," Davina laughed. "As to the males, they have serviced you well enough for the moment. What think you of Harry? Harry, get up-and you, sir, Davina continued, turning to Torrio, who stood as one lost, "cover yourself in the sight of your dear sister!"
Pulled to my feet by Elise and Monique, I was held with my arms at my sides as an apparent exhibit. Releasing themselves from their embrace, both women studied me.
"You always said, did you not, that a young virile male-nicely perfumed and attired like a young houri-would prove exciting, Davina. Well-I indeed found him so. Step forward, Harry, and let me handle your cock. It is almost as big as your Papa's, is it not?" Selina asked, leaving me thoroughly bemused by the entirely realistic performance she had put up and which Davina later told me heightened the intensity of her orgasms.
Freed from the clasp of the maids, I stepped forward to have my half-limp cock dandled by Selina's inquiring fingers. Her eyes surveyed my own coolly, though not without a hint of mischief lurking there.
"I shall enjoy your prick again at my leisure, Harry," she said and, turning to Davina, asked, "Has he been put to many yet?" So saying, she settled her skirt down. Her white batiste drawers remained limp on the floor where they had been previously tossed in the struggles. Torrio, having dressed, sat for all the world like a gentleman who has just arrived and is waiting to be introduced.
"Practise runs only, my love," Davina twinkled. "Is it not divine to feel gartered stockings rubbing under one's own, and then the delightful surprise of a good stiff cock withal? I told you that you would enjoy it, Selina. Come, tell me what you have truly been at."