Chapter 17
Emily departed looking infinitely more demure than when I had first encountered her downstairs. Davina was as pleased as a cat with cream. Permitted to wear shirt and trousers, I joined her for dinner.
"All is well, Harry. Dear Emily has passed her test with flying colours, as I expected her to. Such untold depths are in her-and it is I who went fishing for them! I have no doubt that she will wish to pleasure herself with you again, but it will be at her discretion. Your obedience to her is to be as to me. I believe you understand that, Harry."
I nodded. I was no longer confused or dismayed. I wished it so. Evidently this showed in my face for Davina wore an air of contentment.
"Tell me what you want now, Harry," she demanded over the wine.
"Oh, I do not know," I replied, going unaccountably red.
"Then I shall answer for you, my dear. You want everything, and who does not? All the world is the same. There are many who live all their lives in dreamland, but in reality obtain nothing. For my part I create my own living dreams, as you have seen, and shall continue to do so. As for you, Harry, you will satisfy your immediate desires and then turn to seek others. It is the way of the world. The wheel of desire ever turns. Do you wonder why I do not let you fuck me regularly? It is because by so doing I increase your desires. Once I relinquish you, then you will find another woman at the center of your life. She for a while will act as the pivot-but then she will be replaced, and so on."
So speaking, Davina gazed at me thoughtfully. There appeared even at times to be love in her eyes.
"Shall you relinquish me?" I asked plaintively.
"As to that, who knows? Even if I do, I may come back again. I am not so fickle as you might think. Moreover, I see part of myself in you, and in your eagerness to experiment. Had you been of different ilk I would not have put Emily to you. It must be nice to have a cock. Papa frequently said that in such respects I frequently think as a woman and as a man. Emily and Selina are the same, it may surprise you to know. Perhaps that is why we enjoy each other's embraces so much, for we read each other's minds the better for it. Our tongues and fingers, though, are more delicate than men's. No mere male could have brought young Emily so quickly to a high pitch of anticipation and pleasure as I did-few women, perhaps, for that matter. I bring to the minds of such a thousand things they had never thought of and yet are convinced, soon enough, were their own ideas. This in turn leads their minds toward fulfilment, though again they might falter were I not to lead them on. They fear to fall into the flames of hell and yet are delighted to find themselves but warmed by the heat of desire."
"You did not, though, mesmerise Emily, or it seemed not. Why do you need it with some and not with others?"
"It is a matter of susceptibility, Harry. During my absence from here I chanced to mesmerise her for the briefest spell of a few minutes. That sufficed to tell me what I wished to know about the innermost workings of her mind. By repeating such ideas to her myself when she was out of the spell, I immediately gained her confidence, for she knew us to be sisters in thought. Many a would-be wanton lies sleeping beneath the fluttering eyelashes of the apparently demure. Such are like the princess in the fairy tale who needs to be awakened. When I speak of putting a girl to the cock, I mean precisely that, for I can teach her how soon it runs dry while she herself can absorb the salutes of yet another dozen. In all but physical valour, Harry, women are the stronger of the sexes. The only power that men possess is an artificial one-that of controlling the purse-strings-but they can be robbed even of that by knowing females."
"Do you wishn, then, that to happen-that women can rule the world?" I asked.
"There is no need, my dear. It suffices that they are made subservient in the home, but that they continue to perform their duties outside. I have no wish to shame them outwardly. What happens in four walls is another thing. Let us take the instance of Harriet, for example. You wonder why I think it needful to burn her bottom with the whip, but even Emily would know the answer to that. The fires that smolder unheeded in Harriet lie deep. She hears not their call. It is not her spirit that I would break, but her own foolish refusal to recognise her destiny. She is over-proud. I would not wish her to be otherwise, but she must attain to that pride by a different route. In order to learn to conquer, she herself must first submit. Emily is a perfect little love kitten who yet knows how to keep possession of herself and not to fall into the possession of males. When Harriet first has the feel of a stiff prick in her bottom, she will be outraged. In due course, however, she will come to understand and will arise all the stronger for it. You will be but able to lick her thighs before she puts the heel of her boot on your neck. You are a little frightened of her already, are you not?"
How true that was, though I had not consciously thought of it before! Harriet was to my own height and had a superb, statuesque figure. Her limbs were as marble, her breasts, thighs, and bottom perfectly formed and possessing a magnificent, rubbery firmness.
"I had not thought of such a thing," I stammered uneasily while Davina afforded me a cool and appraising stare.
"It is not unusual, Harry, and in fact suits the situation well, for you will approach her with a certain sense of homage, which I believe she will sense, however much she believes at first that she is being outraged."
Such was the intuition of Davina, who proved absolutely correct in regard to both Emily and Harriet. There were many times when I thought myself half in love with Emily thereafter. She would take to teasing my cock, while having her dress turned up to her hips. Very prettily she would, in Davina's absence, kiss me and fondle my balls, though telling me I must not do it to her until she said. That I was obedient delighted her, so that I frequently fucked her more than I would otherwise have done.
With Harriet it was quite other. The feeling of awe that the sight of her nudity had inspired in me was slight but ever-present, as was the proud flashing of her eyes. Her figure was as if carved in marble, her bottom exceptionally bold in conformation-the most beauteous in fact that I have ever seen, it was a truly noble orb and remained so through all the years. The transformation that was to occur in her was utterly remarkable, as I shall now relate. I believe too that Davina had a particular intuition that it was to occur, for it appeared to be implicit in events.
"You do not want her whipped, Harry, do you?" Davina asked me curiously. I felt vastly relieved at the question, for I would not have dared to put the matter myself. Replying that I did not, she smiled. "Well, then, I shall feather her instead-by that means she may be offered up to you even more quickly."
I will not dwell overmuch on the preliminaries of how this occurred two days later. Learning of Harriet's imminent arrival, I could scarce control the beating of my heart but was miserably sent to my cell, there to wait. The carriage sounded from beyond, but I could not see it from my small window. From such sounds as I could hear, Elise and Monique appeared to be bustling about. Then, some ten minutes later, came a cry which I recognized as Harriet's: "Oh, you shall not shame me so!"
Some struggling was then heard upon the stairs and a bumping against the banisters. The voices of all sounded, including that of Davina. Such protesting wails came from Harriet as chilled me within, and I sensed that she was being led into the room where she had been whipped before. The door thereto closed and only silence came to me, for the walls were well muffled. An eternity seemed to pass and Davina then appeared, naked to her black stockings and black boots which were laced up tightly to her knees. In her hand she held a long pointed feather, the tip of which she waved mischievously under my nose. The woman-scent thereon gave me a swoony feeling. I needed not to be told what it was. My cock was immediately rampant. I stood naked, as I had been told to stand.
"She is all but ready, Harry. The first moment of your true glory-and of Harriet's were she but to know it-is at hand. Come. I shall neither limit nor minitor your possession of her, for I know that you will act nobly in reaming her. Be but powerful and not too hasty in your assault."
Trembling with eagerness, within which was mixed not a little apprehension, I followed her. Was I to face my sister? I could scarce bear to do so in such a moment of anticipation. The door to the barred room lay open. Once more Harriet was strung over the trestle, her ankles and wrists bound; but I, this time entering from the doorway, saw at last the full majesty of her bottom and the long lines of her legs, whose curves filled out the black stockings and boots, which she also wore.
Her legs were straddled, soft moans escaping her. Immediately beneath her and between her legs, but facing in my direction, was Monique, who, simply by turning her face up, was attending with her long tongue to Harriet's quim, the lips of which were parted to that luring snake. Limited as Harriet' movements were-and I could see but little of her profile, which was obscured by the falling waves of her hair-her lips nevertheless jerked and weaved in such compass as they could find.
"Nooo-noo-noooo!" she whimpered unceasingly, while Davina, standing beside me, fondled my stiff cock. Poised beside Harriet was Elise, who was gently teasing my sister's bottom-hole with the tip of another feather, causing Harriet to choke out little excruciating cries from time to time. "Oh, let me go, let me go! Aaaaah!" she sobbed unceasingly, though I felt not so much trepidation in her voice as a sense of excitation that she was endeavouring to overcome.
"Oil her now, Elise-she is to take her brother's cock," Davina intoned.
At this, Monique was forced to ring her arms around Harriet's stockinged thighs, so frenetic did her restricted movements become, a wail of total despair arising from her: "No! Oh, no! Not Harry! He dare not-cannot! What are you d ... d ... doing? Oh, what is that?"
"That" was a small brush which Elise dipped into a small saucer of warm oil, which she applied quickly around Harriet's crinkled orifice and even a little within. This ministration brought further moans from my sister and her noble bottom bucked wildly, her long legs straining in their straddled posture.
"Ease into her slowly but firmly, Harry," Davina murmured to me, leading me forward the few steps that sufficed to bring the glowing crest of my weapon close to the superb cheeks that waited to be split.
I held my breath. It was so entirely different from my encounter with Emily, or even to those with Mama. The sense of daring was uttermost, and yet so of course was the deep tingling of desire to invade Harriet's innermost crevice with my prick. Was I to use my hands? A nod from Davina, who divined my hesitation, and I placed my palms at last on Harriet's warm hips-a gesture that brought another high-pitched wail from her, for simultaneously she felt the first nosing of my knob between the in-rolling cheeks of her bum. Beneath us where Monique crouched so that her feet came between my own, her tongue continued to lap, seeking between the folds and crevices of Harriet's cunt and working so ardently around her clitty that my sister's cries were ever an intermingling of despair and excitement.
Bumping as she was against me, but prevented now from twisting her hips by the clamping of my hands, Harriet unwittingly pressed her oiled rosette to the crest of my charger, causing her sobs to choke out the louder.
"Into her, Harry," Davina breathed. In the same moment she fisted my cock and maneuvered it so that the rosy purplish knob was offered firmly up to Harriet's secret aperture. Sucking in my breath and then expelling it with a loud "Whooosh!" of untold sensations, I pressed my veined shaft gently within. Slipping past the lubricated rim, my knob found itself in the most exquisite of burrows. Harriet shrieked, but lusting for her then as I was, I ignored all but the heady pleasure of the act and, keeping her lush hips well gripped, inserted three, four, five, six inches on and on until at last in the most tremulous of moments I was lodged full up her so that my swinging balls were met by a mischievous salute from Monique's tongue.
Gritting my teeth in the luscious ecstasy of that first moment with Harriet, I held myself so sheathed that she might feel the full throbbing of my conqueror.
"Harry! No, no! Oh, you beasts-you cannot-ooooh!"
A choked gurgle came from Monique below: "She is coming again, madame. Oooh, what a sprinkling! Harry, go at her!"
I needed no second bidding, for I knew that the maid's invocation would not have been uttered had it not met with Davina's approval. I could no longer contain myself in any event, lusting as I was to spray Harriet's tight squeezing with my sperm. Working my loins vigourously, I brought her luscious, firm cheeks to smack against my bottom while her moans resounded on and on. So tight was she that I felt I was urging my prick in and out of a baby's mouth. With each withdrawal almost to the tip of my penis I could feel the deep suction of her. My knees thrust into the backs of her own and I felt her quiver adorably with each deep inward stroke. Then, as if by magic, she uttered a long trilling sob-her back arched right over before me-and fell to a silence broken only by tiny choking sounds.
"She is taking you, Harry. The young mare is on heat. Sodomise her well and come in her," Davina breathed, pressing the side of her thigh to my own.
"Thrust full up her, for I want her to feel it all. Let not a drop escape until you have pumped your all. Flood her, my boy, for she needs it though she little knows she does."
"Oh! Oh! Har-reeeee!" Harriet sobbed. It was her last despairing cry. Seeming to want to escape me, and totally unable to, yet her bottom occasionally appeared to grind its glossy orb into my belly.
"Harriet, is it not glorious? I am fucking your bottom," I groaned, for I could not but help let the words escape me and was immediately admonished.
"Be quiet, Harry!" Davina snapped. "You are not to speak to her thus. Are you coming? Inject her well!"
"Aaaargh! Yes!" I groaned. My head hung back, my cock fully corked. The squeezing that Harriet exerted on my embedded tool was delicious. Never had my jets been so powerful nor so prolonged as one upon another they leapt up my veined stem and cannonaded within her while I rubbed my belly madly against her polished bum.
"Thooo-ooooh!" I head Harriet moan deliriously, and I truly believe that in that moment the wildest heights of my pleasure were fully shared between us. On and on I throbbed, she seeming to squeeze out every small bursting and pelleting of sperm until the final drops were expended and the last quivering agonies of release seized me. All but hanging over her back then, I kissed her shoulders and neck, unmindful that Davina had not given permission for my lips to fall on her. As I did so, I felt a little, eager thrusting back of my sister's bottom and knew within myself that my assault had been finally received with more delight than ever she might confess.
Moving sleekly behind me, Elise drew my hips back slowly so that I finally uncorked from Harriet with a distinct plop!-such a sudden desertion bringing a shuddering sigh from her.
"To your room, Harry," Davina ordered quietly, though giving me a nod of such approval that I felt not downcast by my dismissal. "I will attend to her," then came to my ears from Davina, together with a muffled sound of the loosening of Harriet's bonds and a little cry as she was apparently drawn up.
"I want to go-oh, let me go!" was sobbed by Harriet while I was being led into my cell.
"No, you do not want to go-you know well that you do not, Harriet," I heard my mistress say. "Come, you will lie down with me. The maids will not disturb us. Would you prefer that I had whipped you?"
Harriet was sobbing, though again I sensed no despair in her tones. The door upon my cell closed and was locked by Elise, who had said not a word to me. The shutter! By now I knew that Harriet and Davina must be in the adjoining boudoir. Scrambling upon my narrow bed, I reached for it, but whether by accident or device, it was jammed and I could but draw it back sufficiently only to allow a chink of light to appear and their voices to reach me.
"My b ... b ... bottom burns-as, it burns!" Harriet cried. With that came the gentle sound of bedsprings and the cooing voice of Davina.
"Let me but hold you, Harriet. It burns not in reality-rather it tickles. Oh, how sticky you are, but I wish you to remain so, that you may have the feel of it. Does it not feel warm and pulpy within? Of course it does. That which you thought most hateful has turned out to be naught but pleasurable. Your first cock up there, Harriet, is but your initiation. Do I not treasure you above all others? Come, let me kiss you-how deliriously warm you are. Harry has uttered his first priapic tribute to you, my dear, and a tribute it truly was. There shall be no victor from this but you, my sweet. Come-your tongue now, for I am not deceived. Spread your legs wider."
"Oh, d ... d ... don't!" came Harriet's moan, but then followed as it was by the most luscious sound of kisses, I felt my cock stir anew and was enraged in my frustration to peer within. "Noo-noo-noooo! I do not want to!" Harriet sobbed, but the sound was again but a petulant one. The bedsprings tinkled again.
"Harriet, I know what you want. You shall not disguise it from me. There-does that not feel nice, with my finger? You are about to discover yourself, my pet, though it may take a little time. Ah, you beautiful devil, how you wish to surrender, yet will not. Ah, you are wetting my finger-work your bottom, Harriet, agility is all!"
"D ... d ... don't make me ... oooh! Oh, Davina, you are m ... m ... making me wicked and I do not want to be!"
"Wicked I do not want to make you, Harriet. Imperious, yes, though you may not believe it. Only in my arms, my love, will you surrender yourself fully, your thighs wide apart, your tongue in my mouth. What marbled breasts and bottom you have-there is not a young woman in England to match you. Ah! you are coming again!"
"Whooo-hoo-oooh!" sounded then in a long quivering moan from Harriet and then a silence broken only by a murmuring of kisses. The silence endured. A soft hissing of whispers came to me of which I could not catch a word. "Oh, no!" I heard Harriet say once in broken tones, followed by a firmly commanding "Yes!" from Davina. Ah, that cursed shutter-that I could not see within.
"To wine and refreshment now, Harriet. No, my dear, by no means are you going back yet. I will have the girls attend to you. Shall you lie quietly or am I to bring the whip to you? Has not your Mama instructed you well in total obedience to me?"
A mumble from. Harriet came to my ears, but no other reply. That Mama may have played some role in this did not surprise me, for in no wise would she otherwise have let Harriet make such visits without a chaper-one. Even so, it increased the mystification that I thought I had overcome.
Davina then startled me by entering suddenly, making me jump.
"What are you doing? Have you been listening?" she snapped, spying immediately that the shutter was drawn back half an inch. "I shall have it locked. It is an impertinence to listen to your betters, Harry, and you should know it."
With that she was gone, and it did not occur to me until afterward that her words must have reached Harriet and had been designed as much for her ears as my own. Striding back into the boudoir, Davina closed the shutter from the other side and locked it, thus leaving me bereft, for the thought of my glorious sister lying all but naked still and only yards from me was utterly maddening. Half an hour later I received food and wine myself. Such small muffled noises as issued through the wall from the adjoining bedroom communicated nothing to me. Once I thought I heard a little cry from Harriet, and then silence.
An hour later when I was led in there, she was kneeling, her neck and wrists securely held by Elise and Monique, who were on the bed on either side of her. A feather protruded from Harriet's bottom, which, on my entry, Davina delicately withdrew.
"Into her, Harry," she ordered me. Such a wail then broke from my sister as seemed louder than any she had previously uttered. Her hips waggled and strove to prevent my seizing of them, but in a trice I had her firmly clamped and my erection once more buried between the cheeks of her bottom.
"Ah-hah!" Harriet shrieked, but firmly held as she was between the three of us, she had no alternative but to surrender her hot bum to me again. Once more I exulted in the glory of its tightness and the resilience of her cheeks. Once more the in-drawing warmth and the ring-like clamping.
"Hard, Harry, hard!" Davina urged me, giving my own buttocks a fair slap.
"Soo-whooo-whoooo!" Harriet sobbed madly as though she had not already taken me. Her hips, so agile were they, rotated even under the clamping of my hands, her cunthairs tickling and brushing under my balls at every inward stroke, when her spongy interior sucked most deeply upon me. Then, gliding half beneath her tummy, Davina commenced tickling her cunt with the feather. The effect was explosive. Jerking her head up and closing her eyes tightly, Harriet began uttering the most frantic of moans, and it was all I could do to hold her, sluicing my rigid cock back and forth in her luscious tube until with rippling shudders I released my long shoots of sperm while she, in unwilling concord with me, made the luring feather stickier than it had ever yet been.