The Wizard’s Wife Plans her own seduction.
By BradentonLarry - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy stories.
As their lips parted, and he looked into her emerald eyes, Madeleine said, "I really shouldn't..."
"You really should," Don smiled and then kissed her again. With his left hand, he untied the silk belt that held her robe tight around her waist. Letting the robe fall open as they kissed, his hand slipped in and ran along her warm skin, moving around her waist to her back again. As she parted her lips and his tongue slipped into her mouth, Don lowered his right hand from her cheek to gently caress her throat before moving to her shoulder, where it eased her robe off her shoulder.
When his palm glided over and then cupped her bare breast, she shuddered. Her nipple was hard against his palm. Kissing her more deeply and intently, Don moved his hand slowly over the curve of her breast, enjoying its full weight. A low moan blossomed in her throat, and Don's hand slipped lower, gliding over her belly until he felt the short hairs of her lower abdomen against his fingertips. He moved a little lower and Madeleine parted her legs a bit for him.
When he brushed his fingertips against her lower lips, already a bit dewy, Don felt her hands on his robe's belt, untying the knot that held it in place. By the time his fingers had gently parted her and were probing into her warm wetness, his robe was open and her hands were on his straining manhood. He slowly pushed two fingers up into her; she pulled and squeezed him.
Don broke their kiss to look into her eyes. She looked back at him with flushed lust. Any play acting was gone. Still Don remembered that he was charged with making this look like a convincing seduction. He withdrew his slippery fingers, which elicited a low whimper and a frown from Madeleine, and then bent down to slip his arm under her legs. Pushing up with his strong legs, Don lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed. Laying her down gently, he took a moment to admire her long, pale, perfect body as she looked back up and him with her breasts rising and falling with anticipation. Don reached out to run his fingers over her face, lightly caressing her with tantalizingly tentative touch, and then down over her neck, along her collarbone, over the swelling curve of her breast, around and over her nipple, then slowly down her belly.
Don rose and moved around to stand where her knees extended off the edge of the bed. He reached out to run his hands over her long muscular thighs. Remembering that she was playing the part of resistance, Madeleine resisted when he urged her thighs apart. Don smiled down at her, and bent over. He continued to caress her legs as he lightly kissed her thighs, moving up and down them. Finally, he made his way to her neatly trimmed bush, kissing it firmly, lingeringly. When he pressed his hands against her thighs, she very slowly parted them.
Don did not dive right into the dish she "reluctantly" served him, though, but slowly settled in between her legs, lightly kissing his way along the sensitive inner surface of her upper thighs. He lightly kissed her pink pussy, and then retraced his path along her thighs, this time kissing more firmly and longer. He also began to lightly pinch her flesh between his teeth. By the time his mouth returned to her pussy, Madeleine was squirming on the bed, and her hands were moving over her upper body.
He ran his tongue over her, savoring the sweat nectar already seeping from between her lips. He did it again, pressing a bit harder. The next time, his tongue pushed between those lips, delving along the inner folds just outside her vagina. On this pass, Don's tongue glided over her clit and Madeleine let out a low moan. He gently sucked her clit into his mouth, pulling on it, as two fingers held her open, spread for him. Don released her clit and lowered himself to probe again with his long, strong tongue. Madeleine writhed on the bed as he pushed his tongue into her delicious, wet pussy. Then, Don returned his attention to her clit, licking it slowly and firmly. As soon as Madeleine was relaxed and enjoying this, Don pushed two fingers slowly up inside her ready pussy.
"Oh yes!" Madeleine sighed.
Don gradually increased the tempo and pressure of his licking, while steadily pumping his fingers in and out of her now dripping pussy. After only a few minutes, Madeleine threw her arm down and held Don's head to her as she cried out. Her back arched and her pussy squeezed and pulled at his fingers. Don kept licking her as she came, slowly and steadily maintaining the intensity of the sensations that had driven her into this ecstasy. She started to come down, only to explode again and again. By the third orgasm she was thrashing on the bed, and it took some effort for Don to keep his mouth on her. When she was done, though, she pushed him away from her, and said, "Fuck me, Don!"
His lower face slippery and shiny with Madeleine's passion, Don wiped his grinning mouth off on the back of his hand and stood up. He shrugged his robe off and let it fall to the floor. Taking hold of Madeleine's thighs, he pulled her toward him so that her butt was on the edge of the mattress. She was squeezing her breasts and watching him as Don smiled at her and took the hard shaft of his cock and pushed it down until the fat head was slipping between her dripping lips.
He paused, and said with a mocking smile, "Are you sure this is what you want?"
"Yes! Give it to me!" she exclaimed.
With one firm motion he penetrated her, sinking fully into her livid embrace. She moaned and rolled her head back in its pillow of red-brown hair. Don held still for fear that he might abruptly come, so intense was his arousal; Madeleine was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever been with and the "courtship" and foreplay up till now had been the longest of any he'd known since coming to Eros. When he was sure he wouldn't come precipitously, he bent down and lifted her thighs up in his hands, then lifted her exquisite long legs until they were up on his shoulders. With his hands holding her firm thighs, Don began to pull his cock back out of Madeleine. As soon as he was almost all the way out of her, he drove in again – forcefully, making her gasp. Again and again he pulled out and then shoved in, and with each thrust he pushed up against her clit.
"Yes, Don, fuck me!" Madeleine cried out. She was now squeezing her own breasts fervently, subjecting her nipples to enthusiastic punishment.
Any thought of putting on a show of seduction was now completely gone from Don's mind. Now all he could think of was fucking Madeleine's wonderful pussy with utter abandon. His body made itself into a screwing machine, muscles, sinews, bones and cock all ravishing the glorious creature on the bed in front of him. She let out a long, low moan in staccato rhythm in time with the pounding Don was giving her pussy and clit. Don felt his balls tightening and his cock swelling inside her. Then, abruptly, she threw her arms out straight at her sides and caught the silken cover of her bed in tight clenching fists. Her whole body arched, so that from her butt to the top of her head her back was up off the bed. Madeleine screamed as her orgasm blew through her, a sexual inferno. Don shoved hard into her, filling her up with his cock just as his thick jet of cum shot into her. His world became nothing but the exquisite feeling of coming inside this woman. Again and again he pumped his seed into her, until he reeled, light-headed and slumped forward, doubling her over on herself on the bed.
Only one step remained to the Wizard's plan, one final stage of transforming his marriage into the free-spirited, open one he craved. Or, at least so he thought. As he informed Don and the girls during the afternoon, the Wizard had coaxed a confession from his wife that she had enjoyed the sex with Don. After a bit more prodding, Madeleine had broken down and admitted that she had loved it and wanted more. Now, the plan was to get Madeleine to give in to her lust in the right context, so as to make the move to non-monogamy complete.
So, the plan, such as it was, for tonight was to put everyone in the same room and see what happened. Of course, Don, Amy, Nicole and Shelonda were tasked with making sure that something interesting did happen. With Madeleine more or less in on things, and the Wizard anxiously hoping that mischief would occur, the success of the evening was as certain as such a thing could be. All that remained in doubt was how to get things going.
After a somewhat subdued dinner, Don escorted his three companions through the empty, candle-lit corridors of the Wizard's home. Don was wearing what he thought of as casual evening wear – a light jacket, buttoned white shirt and slacks. The women were wearing sexy evening gowns – both Amy and Shelonda were sporting impressive cleavage, and Nicole compensated by wearing the shortest skirt. Arm in arm, they finally came to a large sitting room with a fire glowing in an ornate fireplace. There were half a dozen comfortable chairs, settees, chaise lounges and love seats arranged in an uneven circle around the room. The four of them made themselves comfortable as they waited.
It wasn't long at all, though, before the Wizard joined them, with Madeleine on his arm. The Wizard had foregone his robes for a dark suit, and had his white hair swept back from his broad brow. Madeleine was wearing a slinky evening gown that pushed her breasts up and had long slits showing off her perfect legs. Her beautiful hair spilled over her bare shoulders.
Introductions were made all around. The Wizard finished with, "And, of course, you know Don."
"It's good to see you again, Madeleine," Don smiled, taking her hand. Then, feeling like there was no better way to get things started than by leaping right in, he pulled her in and kissed her. Madeleine returned the kiss ardently for a moment, but then pushed him back a bit.
She smiled and said, "It's good to see you, too, Don."
Apparently still playing up her feigned reluctance, Madeleine turned to the girls and said, "I hope my husband has been making you comfortable."
"Well, comfortable, yes," Amy said with a mischievous glimmer in her eye. She was reclining on a chaise.
"Oh, yes, he's mentioned that you seek help to find your friend," Madeleine said.
"Yes, but don't you think it's a host's obligation to see to his guests' needs?" Amy pressed.
"Yes, of course," Madeleine nodded as she sat down on a chair across from Amy. The Wizard had seated himself in a high-backed chair directly opposite the fireplace, and Nicole and Shelonda were cuddled together on a nearby loveseat. Don took a seat between Madeleine and Nicole and Shelonda. Madeleine asked, "Is there some need that hasn't been attended to?"
"Well," Amy leaned forward a bit, which accentuated her full breasts, and smiled conspiratorially at Madeleine. "You know women have particular needs."
"Of course..."
"Sexual needs," Amy winked.
"Hasn't Don...?"
"Oh, yes, Don's been great," Amy nodded. "He certainly gets the job done, as you know."
Madeleine did a good job of feigning a bit of surprise and embarrassment.
Amy was on a roll, and continued, "But, after all, there are three of us and only one of him."
"You have each other," Madeleine pointed out. She nodded over to Nicole and Shelonda; the former had quietly pushed the latter's gown out of the way to free one perfect tit and had proceeded to tease and caress it.
"Well, yes, but we don't have cocks, do we?" Amy insisted.
"Oh, are you saying that my husband's a poor host because he hasn't fucked you?" Madeleine said with just the right combination of innocence and candidness.
The Wizard was gaping at his wife. Don had to bite his cheek to keep from laughing.
"That's exactly what I'm saying," Amy smiled.
"Well, we don't have many visitors," Madeleine considered. "We really aren't accustomed to the etiquette of having guests."
"Oh, that's quite alright." Amy shrugged and said, "Just for future reference, though..."
"I understand," Madeleine nodded. Then, she turned to her husband and said, "Dear, I do believe you have been negligent as a host."
Clearly surprised by the quick turn events had taken, the Wizard blinked at his wife and said, "So I gather."
"Well, don't you think you should do something to correct the situation?" Madeleine cocked her head toward Amy, who was listening as if she were completely disinterested.
"Um, uh," was all the Wizard could manage.
"Here, honey," Madeleine sprang lightly to her feet and took her husband's big hand, pulling him to his feet. She then led him over to stand in front of Amy. Quickly squatting next to the tall man, she undid his slacks and reached in to draw out the Wizard's penis. "Here you go, Amy," Madeleine smiled, giving the phallus a kiss and a few strokes to encourage it.
Then, Madeleine stood and said quietly, but loud enough for at least Don and Amy to hear, "You got to watch Don and me, don't you think I should get to watch you?"
Before the Wizard could reply to this, Amy had leaned forward off the chaise and taken his flaccid organ into her mouth. Madeleine took a seat where she could get a good view, as Amy proceeded to suck and stroke the older man's cock to very impressive hardness. The other girls also moved in closer, to get a better look. Don watched Madeleine's face as she watched Amy enthusiastically going down on her husband's thick shaft; Madeleine's expression was one of intense concentration and excitement – an unselfconscious smile was on her red lips.
Nicole and Shelonda decided to get in on the action. They got up and, moving to either side of the Wizard, began to undress him. Don was a little surprised to see that the apparently ancient man had a lean, muscular body. When they had finished, the girls quickly undressed each other – they were by now quite expert at this. Then Nicole got down on her knees between the chaise and the Wizard and took over the oral duties from Amy so the latter could shed her own clothes. Shelonda, on the other hand, crossed over to where Madeleine was watching everything with intent fascination. Don got up, and crossed over to help Shelonda undress the Wizard's wife. Although she smiled at both Don and Shelonda, and let her hands caress and play with Shelonda's naked body, Madeleine's eyes kept returning to the Wizard and the other two girls.
Amy had gotten up on her hands and knees upon the chaise lounge, and Nicole had coaxed the Wizard down to stand behind her. Madeleine smiled lovingly at her husband and nodded, and then he began to fuck Amy's very willing pussy from behind. Amy was quite vocal in her approval, saying, "Oh, yes! That feels so good! Put it in me – fuck me! Show your wife how well you fuck your guests!" Madeleine could see from Amy's passionately contorted facial expressions that she wasn't just putting on a show.
Nicole made herself busy caressing and kissing both Amy's and the Wizard's bodies. By the time Nicole had worked her way underneath Amy, to catch hold of Amy's tits as they swung back and forth, Shelonda had nestled herself between Madeleine's long legs and was lapping away at her hostess's clit and pussy.
Realizing that he was the last person still wearing clothes, Don stepped to the side and quickly stripped. When he returned to her side, Madeleine immediately caught hold of his hard cock and pulled him closer. Unable to take her eyes off her husband plowing into Amy, Madeleine stroked and squeezed Don with one hand and held Shelonda's head in place with the other. As Amy cried out that she was coming, Madeleine moaned in her chair as her own body tensed with a prolonged, convulsive orgasm. She held onto Don very tightly, and pushed herself down against Shelonda's mouth.
When Madeleine finally collapsed back in her chair, she grinned up at Don and down at Shelonda and caught her breath. "That was great," she said, to both of them and to herself.
Across the room, Amy had climbed off the chaise and the Wizard's cock, only to allow Nicole to climb up on the chaise and to lie on her back, spreading her legs in invitation. The Wizard glanced over at his wife, got a reassuring grin, and promptly got on his knees at the end of the chaise and pushed himself into Nicole. Following Amy's vocal lead, Nicole yelled out, "Damn, that's big! You're killing me! Yes, yes, fuck me!"
"Now," Madeleine said, "how can I thank you both for this wonderful experience?"
"I think I have an idea," Don smiled. In another minute, Shelonda was lying back on a large ottoman, and Madeleine was on her hands and knees between Shelonda's legs. As Madeleine began to kiss and lick at Shelonda with enthusiastic abandon, Don knelt behind Madeleine, and pushed the fat head of his sex into her waiting pussy. Don took his time pushing into Madeleine, relishing every sensation, and then settled into a steady, slow, deep fucking. He had no intention of coming yet, and wanted to let Madeleine concentrate on her cunnilingus. After all, he thought, at the very least she hadn't had any recent practice.
Meanwhile, over at the chaise, Amy had managed to straddle Nicole's face and was grinding herself down on Nicole's talented mouth and tongue. Amy's hands were on her own tits, squeezing them and pinching her nipples, while Nicole's were on Amy's ass, holding the blonde in place. The Wizard had Nicole's legs up against his chest and shoulders as he fucked her, in imitation of the treatment he'd seen Don give his wife the night before.
In front of him, Don saw Shelonda, her back arched, beautiful round breasts thrust ceiling-ward, as she let her head hang off the end of the ottoman. He admired the young woman's perfect abs as she shifted and writhed under Madeleine's oral ministrations. Then there was the pile of auburn hair and Madeleine's strong, thin back, her narrow waist and perfect ass, just in front of where he could see his cock sliding in and out of her.
Then there was a rising chorus of feminine moans as an orgasmic storm swept through the room. Shelonda went first, crying out loudly, "Yes! Yes! God, yes!" Don found it extremely hot to watch the athletic young woman half-sitting up, her muscles straining and her face twisted in ecstasy. Amy was next, announcing her second orgasm of the evening with, "That's it, baby, lick me just like that. That's good. Yes, yes, yes! Fuck yes!!!" While she was covering Nicole's face with her slick juices, Nicole herself began to groan and shake. Her tiny body tensed and strained between the Wizard and Amy, as she came hard and long.
There was a bit of a lull, then, followed by a general rearrangement. It was now Shelonda's turn to enjoy the Wizard's staff. He laid down on the chaise lounge, and she got up over him, straddling his body with her muscular thighs. Soon, she had him up inside her pussy and he had his big hands on her perfect breasts as she rode up and down on his thick cock. She had a happy smile on her adorable face as she worked her body on him.
Amy, who seemed to have a theme in mind, waited until the Wizard and Shelonda had a good rhythm going, and then straddled his face, lowering her very wet pussy to his bearded face. She leaned forward and kissed Shelonda. Soon the two women were alternating between making out and sucking on the other's full tits.
Nicole crawled over to Don and Madeleine, who had moved to a spooning position, lying on their side, with Don still fucking her from behind. Nicole lay down in front of Madeleine and kissed her hostess. Madeleine tasted Amy's sweet nectar on Nicole's mouth and face and was soon licking and lightly sucking it off. Nicole grinned and laughed at this while slipping her hand up between Madeleine's legs until she got her fingers on the woman's clit. Don kept sliding in and out of Madeleine's pussy while she and Nicole made out and Nicole played with her. When Nicole lowered her head to Madeleine's breast and began to suckle on one of her nipples Madeleine was pushed over the edge and she came in a long, ragged clenching and gasping orgasm.
After lying together, lightly kissing and caressing each other, long enough to let Madeleine recover, she, Don and Nicole untangled themselves and turned their attention to Amy, Shelonda and the Wizard. They watched as Amy came yet again, shuddering atop the Wizard's face. Then, Amy concentrated on Shelonda's tits, sucking on one nipple and then the other. Soon, Shelonda was clutching Amy's head to her chest as she writhed happily on the Wizard's cock. As those three slowly got off the chaise, Madeleine said to Don, "I want to do something!"
In another minute, Madeleine was on her hands and knees between Don and her husband. She was sucking on Don's cock, already wet with her sweet pussy juice, while the Wizard fucked her steadily from behind. She shoved back on her husband's cock while giving Don quite enthusiastic and sloppy head. Don found it incredibly erotic to watch this angelic creature with her movie star beauty lustily taking his cock into her mouth and throat while she was simultaneously being fucked hard from behind. She paused a moment, taking her mouth off Don to say over her shoulder, "Yes, baby, fuck me just like that, just like you fucked the others, and just like Don was fucking me! I'm going to make Don come with my mouth. Do you like that, honey?"
"Yes!" the Wizard replied emphatically. "Swallow his cum."
Madeleine flashed Don a happy grin, and then said, "Only if you promise to fill my pussy with your cum."
The Wizard laughed, and said, "Happily!"
Madeleine quickly went back to sucking on Don, letting him fuck in and out of her mouth. Glancing over to the girls watching the show, Don relaxed and let his body do what it wanted. Building quickly at the base of his balls, tightening and filling rapidly upward, Don's orgasm burst through his cock, flooding Madeleine's mouth and throat and then her belly with his cum. He pushed deep into Madeleine's welcoming oral embrace and pumped jet after jet of his seed into her. His head was thrown back and he only barely held on to consciousness.
Laughing a little to himself, he caught his balance, leaned down to kiss Madeleine's forehead and then held her as the Wizard shoved even more forcefully into her and groaned. Madeleine grinned and pushed back onto him, saying, "Yes, baby, give it all to me."
As the Wizard slumped over and slowly pulled out of his wife, the three girls closed in. Shelonda, who had been the only one not to get her mouth on the Wizard's cock earlier, caught his slightly deflated cock and made sure to suck down any remaining cum. Nicole got between Madeleine's legs and was soon lapping up the cream the Wizard had left there. Amy attacked Don's cock with her usual enthusiasm, and quickly had him ready for more action.
As he smiled down at Amy's pretty face, already planning to lay her back and fuck her, and as he saw the Wizard enjoying Shelonda's impressive skills, and watched Madeleine laying back to let Nicole have her way with her pussy and clit, Don thought the seduction of the Wizard's wife had gone very well indeed.
Chapter 11
Toshia's Submission: Toshia finds a way out of her situation.
Toshia tried to block out the fact of the lesbian orgy going on all around her by closing her eyes and bowing her head. Unfortunately there was not only the sound of something like forty women having loud, happy sex filling her ears, but there was also the thick, heady fragrance of feminine sexuality filling the air. Toshia was certain she had never been so turned on in her life. If she didn't find some satisfaction soon, she felt sure she would go crazy from pure, blind horniness. She could no longer remember what point there was in resisting Daphne and the other sisters. Yes, they were obnoxious and Toshia was no one's pet, but what difference did it really make if she gave in and played along. They weren't really going to make her do anything that mattered. Toshia knew who she was and nothing they made her do would change that. Plus, if she promised to behave maybe she'd get to touch herself soon. She really needed to touch herself soon!
These were the thoughts careening through her nearly lust-crazed mind, when she felt a hand on her bare shoulder. The touch alone was enough to send a shiver of excitement through her. Then she heard Daphne's voice, smooth as satin on ice, saying, "Have you had enough, pup?"
There was a vestige of resistance in her still, so there was a moment before she answered, and then her voice came out as a low, throaty gasp. Toshia said, "Yes."
"I didn't hear that, pup." There was no rancor in Daphne's voice, only a dry statement of fact.
"I said, 'Yes, I've had enough.' I'll do whatever you want me to do," Toshia said. As she said the words she slumped in the chair for the first time, as if something that had been holding her erect had just collapsed.
Daphne moved around in front of Toshia and took her chin in hand. The dark haired leader of the Sisterhood looked into Toshia's eyes and said, "Tell me again."
"I'll do anything you want me to do. I'll be a good pup."
Daphne raised her eyebrow skeptically. "Well, we'll see about that. Bring me the spreader," she said to someone behind Toshia. A bar with a little leather belt at either end was handed to Daphne, who examined it idly and said, "Good, now untie her legs. Keep them spread, though!"
Two serving girls, neither of whom were Nina, hurried forward and untied the bonds around Toshia's ankles and then her knees. Unfortunately, they understood Daphne's instruction too well and held on to Toshia's legs so she couldn't squeeze her thighs together for a moment's pleasure. "Here," Daphne handed the "spreader" to the girl on Toshia's left and said, "tie it just under her knees."
The leather belts were fastened according to Daphne's orders, one just under each knee, and the sturdy metal bar ensured that Toshia would not be able to close her legs. For a moment, Toshia hoped that this meant that Daphne wanted to make sure Toshia wouldn't try to keep anyone from getting at her privates, which Toshia had no inclination to try anyway. All too quickly, though, she realized, the bar was simply intended to keep Toshia from trying to satisfy herself with the pressure and friction of her own legs.
"Untie her wrists," Daphne commanded. "Don't even think about touching yourself, pup."
Toshia did as she was told, even though there was nothing she wanted more than to shove her left hand down between her legs. She was sure she could bring herself off in seconds flat.
"Get up," Daphne said as soon as Toshia's wrists were free. Toshia stood a bit awkwardly. Then, Daphne ordered, "Get down on your knees."
Toshia was grateful to the two serving girls who helped her. After hours of sitting in that chair she was hardly flexible, and the spreader made things a bit difficult.
Daphne told Toshia, "Hold your ankles."
As she complied, Toshia saw that most of the sisters were now watching her and Daphne. They seemed amused by this new entertainment. The two serving girls tied leather cords around Toshia's wrists, and then tied each wrist to its respective ankle. Meanwhile, someone carried Toshia's chair away.
Rescue by air. The Wizard’s gift of a magic carpet.
Daphne stood in front of Toshia in all her imperious beauty and said, "You're going to be a good pup now, eh? Well, here, you can start with kissing my foot." She extended her foot and held it high enough that Toshia could bend her head to it.
This is exactly what Toshia did, without hesitation. She leaned forward and kissed the top of Daphne's foot. When the woman did not pull it back, Toshia kissed it again. Daphne slowly lowered her foot, but Toshia followed it, bending lower to continue kissing.
Daphne chuckled a little and said, "Put her on her back."
The serving girls hurried to comply, pulling Toshia back and lowering her so that she didn't crack her head on the stone floor. Toshia's knees were apart and up in the air, her pussy was on bold display. Daphne stood over her and smiled coldly.
When Daphne put her foot over Toshia's mouth, Toshia raised her head a little and kissed Daphne's sole. She didn't stop at that, though, but proceeded to kiss and lick at Daphne's foot as if it was the sex of her dearest lover. Of course, Toshia did not particularly enjoy kissing and licking Daphne's foot – though she didn't particularly mind it either – nor did she think of the haughty Daphne as anything remotely like a lover. Instead, Toshia was enthusiastically acting on the principle that the more convincing she was in her submission the sooner she would be allowed some release.
"Very good, pup," Daphne smiled, taking her foot back. "Bring that cushion and put it under her head."
A big pillow was brought and slipped under Toshia's head. Daphne shrugged her sheer robe to the floor, stood naked over Toshia, with a foot on either side of her prone body, and then promptly knelt, landing with her knees on the pillow, one on either side of Toshia's head. She looked down at Toshia's face between her strong thighs and said, "Let's see what a good pup you can be. No biting!"
Toshia had a moment to nod her understanding before Daphne scooted forward and shoved her naked, wet cunt down on Toshia's mouth. Toshia wasted no time and immediately began to lap at Daphne. Simply having a woman's juices on her tongue sent a palpable shiver down Toshia's spine. She would have preferred to switch places with Daphne, in every way, but this was a start. Toshia worked her tongue up between Daphne's lips and into her pussy, rubbing her nose against Daphne's clit. Daphne pushed down and rocked her hips, making Toshia's face wet with her slick, sweet nectar.
When Daphne pulled up a little, Toshia got her tongue on the woman's clit. She lapped at it eagerly a few times and then sucked it into her mouth, pulling hard on it. Daphne yelped a little and pressed down. Toshia concentrated on licking the hard clit in her mouth. She was quite happy to have a woman to please for a change. In spite of her recent exploits with the male gender, Toshia's experience and preference still tended toward the feminine. It was nice to have a sweet pussy and clit to lick, and to look up and see Daphne's breasts over that taut, athletic belly. It didn't take long before she was able to bring Daphne to a shuddering, clenching orgasm. The warrior woman rode it out on Toshia's mouth, and when she didn't move away, Toshia continued to tongue her clit. In only moments Daphne was coming again, spilling even more of her fluids onto Toshia's chin and dribbling down her neck.
Leaning back enough so that she could look down at Toshia, and thereby giving Toshia a chance to get some fresh air, Daphne smiled and said, "Good pup, but I don't think you're done just yet."
As soon as Daphne moved away from Toshia, another woman promptly took her place. Toshia didn't even get a chance to see which woman owned the pussy and clit that were now pushed into her face. A little surprised, Toshia still immediately began to lick and suck at this new clit.
Toshia considered herself to be particularly good at giving a woman head. Not only had her lovers all been unanimous in their praise, but she'd never met a woman she couldn't bring off with her tongue. Sure, there had been a few times when it took a bit more time and effort, but she always made her partner come. It was all a matter of persistence (and sometimes endurance) and being sensitive to a woman's responses. If you were doing the right or wrong thing, a perceptive cunnilinguist could read it in her lover's body even before the receiver noticed it herself. This meant that Toshia would always get her partner to the intended destination, if given enough time. The issue of persistence was no less important. Countless women were frustrated in bed because their lovers didn't stick with it long enough. This repeated frustration led many to assume that they would be frustrated. Toshia had several times found that, once she'd demonstrated that she was going to go the distance, the woman she was going down on was able to relax and have a wonderful orgasm in fairly short order.
It was a bit sad, she thought, that her skill in this regard was largely wasted here. Thanks to the XYZ no doubt, every woman she'd met in Eros had had no trouble at all reaching an orgasm with only a modicum of effort. Also the sisters were in a particularly frenzied state of arousal due to the orgy that had led up to Toshia's oral service. So, it required neither much persistence nor much talent to lick this second woman to an orgasm. Toshia was just getting into a good rhythm when the woman cried out, shaking, and spilled more wetness over Toshia's lips and chin.
When this woman got off her face, Toshia raised her head to look around the room a little. However, before she could focus on anything, another woman had straddled her and pushed her head back. This time it was the big, freckled redhead who Toshia found particularly annoying. Toshia briefly considering withholding her oral favors, but then decided it wasn't worth the aggravation. As she began to lick and suck at the woman's engorged clitoris, she consoled herself that she would keep this up until they gave her a chance to escape. Well, first I'll make myself come, and then I'll escape! It was probably Toshia's imagination, but she actually thought the redhead's pussy didn't taste quite as good as the other's she'd sampled in Eros. Fortunately, it didn't take long at all for Toshia to bring the woman off.
Next up was the loud and cheerful Wanda. For some reason she couldn't put her finger on, Toshia kind of liked the gregarious woman with the short brown hair. As Toshia began to lap at the pussy presented to her, she found herself wishing she had the use of her hands, not to play with herself, though there was that, but to hold Wanda in the right position, or to finger the woman's dripping wet twat, or, considering who it was, Wanda's butt. Making do with what she had, Toshia gave Wanda's clit a vigorous and enthusiastic licking, which soon made the sister cry out with an intense and prolonged orgasm.
Wanda was replaced by another, and then another and another. Toshia's jaw began to get sore from all her work, and she lost count of how many women had sat on her face. She was grateful for the pillow Daphne had had put under her head, though Toshia was sure that was for the sake of Daphne's own knees rather than Toshia's head and neck. Toshia was beginning to worry what would happen to her when she was unable to continue licking, when a woman climbed off her and wasn't immediately replaced. Toshia looked around and saw that there were now far fewer sisters in the hall. The party was winding down.
Toshia lay there on her back, wondering what in the world was going to happen next, until she saw Brigit standing over her with a smug smile. It looked to Toshia as if the blonde Viking woman was trying to think of the right quip. If so, Brigit decided to say nothing. Instead, she bent down, slipped one arm under Toshia's legs and the other under her back, and lifted Toshia as if she were a small child. Without saying a word, she carried Toshia out of the hall.
Though she was a bit concerned that Daphne might be mad if she returned to find her gone, Toshia didn't really have any choice in the matter. In any case, she had to admit she liked being carried along with her head against Brigit's soft, naked breast, smelling the flowers that hung around Brigit's neck. The ride was short, though, as Brigit made quick progress to her destination. After climbing up several flights of dilapidated stone stairs, and moving down a darkened corridor, Brigit shoved aside a hanging cloth in a doorway and carried Toshia into a bedroom lit by torches mounted on the walls. Toshia was half-laid and half-dropped on a low bed in the middle of the room.
Brigit smiled down at Toshia and said, "Now we can be alone for a while." She leaned down and kissed Toshia's forehead, and then, quickly untied the bindings that held the spreader in place between her knees, tossing the spreader off to the side. Then, with confident grace, she lay down next to Toshia and ran her strong hand up inside Toshia's thigh. Brigit ran her other hand over Toshia's hair, as the one between Toshia's legs slipped up to touch Toshia's painfully neglected crotch. There was nothing tentative about the way Brigit cupped Toshia in her firm grasp. The heel of her palm was pressed against Toshia's clit and her strong, calloused fingers pushed against Toshia's very moist and eager pussy. Brigit rocked her hand against Toshia, and began to part her lips to push a finger or two into her, but Toshia was already coming.
More than a day and a night without sex, hours of mounting frustration, watching and then participating in unbridled lesbian sex without any release, and, finally, being in the power of this strong, confident, beautiful woman had brought Toshia to a fevered pitch of sexual excitement. The attention now given to her was more than enough to push Toshia over the edge. She arched her back and groaned, clenching her teeth and straining against the leather that still tied her wrists to her ankles.
When Toshia finally fell back against the bed and opened her eyes, she saw Brigit smiling down at her with an amused expression. "That was nice," the blonde said. "Let's see you do that again."
Immediately, Toshia felt Brigit's strong, yet delicate touch between her slippery lips. Not trifling with just one finger, Brigit pushed her middle two digits slowly up into Toshia's sopping and grasping pussy. Toshia rolled her head back against Brigit's hand and moaned. Brigit began to rock her hand, simultaneously fucking her fingers in and out of Toshia's slippery vagina and rubbing the heel of her palm against Toshia's sensitive clit. Toshia heard herself, as if from a distance, saying, "Yes, yes, yes!" It started out as a moan, but built to a shout, and then an inarticulate cry as her orgasm crashed in on her. Her senses tumbled and jangled together in a chaotic explosion of ecstasy that seemed to go on for hours. Ultimately, though, she was carried under by the flood, down into a warm oblivion.
Toshia was only barely aware of her wrists and ankles being untied, and then vaguely conscious of Brigit, now completely naked, lying down next to her and taking her in her strong arms, holding her as she slept.
When she woke it was to sunshine, the sound of birds singing, and a delicate hand brushing over her hair. A soft voice was saying, "Wake up, Toshia."
Grudgingly opening one eye, Toshia saw a pretty little brunette leaning on the edge of the bed smiling at her. Clearing her throat a little, Toshia said, "Nina?"
"Yes, it's me," the girl nodded. "I'm glad they finally untied you."
"Me too!" Toshia smiled, and then suddenly realized she was finally free to move around. She pushed herself up off the bed. "Where are we?"
"In Brigit's room. Don't you remember?"
"Oh, yes," nodded Toshia. "Where is she?"
"It's late. She's at morning practice. You're lucky you got to sleep in. Brigit's nice. But we have to get to work."
"Work?"
"Mostly cleaning up," Nina smiled. "I was told to find you and show you how to sweep up the quarters, but first we ought to clean you up."
Toshia ran a hand through her wildly disheveled hair and touched her chin and lips with the other. She could still taste the women she'd eaten on her lips and tongue. She smiled at Nina and said, "Cleaning up would be good. And, do you have any food and water?"
"Oh, right! I'll be right back!" Nina sprang up and ran off.
Toshia climbed off the bed, stretched, and walked over to one of the two windows. It was a tall, narrow gap in the wall without any glass or bars in it. Toshia could almost certainly squeeze through it sideways. Unfortunately, there was definitely at least a ten meter drop to the ground below, which Toshia could not see, and the nearest tree was too far away to do her any good. Still, it looked like a beautiful day outside, and the fresh air was good.
"Here you go!" Nina announced as she came back into the room with a small plate of fruit and a cup of water.
Toshia thanked her and sat down on the edge of the bed to eat and drink. As she did so, she asked Nina, "So am I a serving girl now?"
Nina shrugged, "I suppose so."
"How closely do they watch us?"
"Watch us?"
"You know, to make sure we don't revolt or escape."
"Oh, but if we misbehave we'll be punished," Nina pointed out, as if Toshia were being rather silly.
"Don't you think if the girls and the men were to get together..." Toshia saw the gleam in Nina's eye and quickly corrected, "If the girls and the men got organized you might be able to overpower the sisters."
"Why would we want to do that?"
Thinking back to what she and Don had learned in the Manor from Robert the Scholar, Toshia now suspected that the men and the serving girls here were people from Earth who were naturally submissive, while the sisters were, effectively, extremely dominant women. In a way, life here in the castle was a kind of utopia for all three groups.
"The sisters aren't so bad, Toshia, you'll see," Nina smiled. "Now that you're going to behave they'll be nice to you."
"Even Daphne?" Toshia asked skeptically.
"Oh, she probably won't bother with you now. She usually just pays attention to us if we misbehave."
"Hmm," Toshia murmured as she finished her fruit and drank her water. Nina took the plate and cup from her and then took her hands to pull her off the bed and led her to a side chamber. There was a sunken drain in the middle of the floor and a number of buckets with water, as well as some soap, a scrub brush and some washcloths. All the water was cold, but Nina seemed to think was perfectly natural, so Toshia gritted her teeth and put up with having a bucket of it dumped over her head. Then, while Nina purposefully set in to scrubbing Toshia down and washing her hair, Toshia tried another tactic.
"Well, I was hoping to get out of here and find my friends who are out there trying to find me."
"Out in the forest?" Nina paused in her washing.
"Well, yes."
"Oh, they shouldn't be out in the forest! The Bull will get them," Nina said seriously.
"The bull?"
"You don't know about the Bull?" Nina frowned doubtfully. "I thought you must know about it, since you were in the woods and with the goats."
"My friends and I aren't from around here."
"Where are you from?"
"That's a long story, Nina, and you were going to tell me about the bull." Toshia figured she might as well use the girl's submissive nature to her advantage.
"Oh, well, the Bull is a giant monster that eats people."
"But bulls don't eat meat," Toshia pointed out.
"They don't?" Nina asked. "Hold still; I'm going to rinse your hair."
The cold water was sharp, yet invigorating. The good night's sleep, the food and water, and having Nina washing her, all resulted in Toshia feeling particularly frisky. After she stood up and shook much of the water out of her hair – there were apparently no towels – Toshia caught hold of the petite girl's wrist and pulled her close, slipping an arm around her slim waist. Their lips met in a friendly and then amorous kiss.
Nina pushed Toshia back, though not too forcefully, and said, "We have to get to work."
"But I owe you something for the other night."
"No, you told me about the goats, and besides, I like making people come. We'll have time to play later, though," she grinned.
Toshia accepted this, and, dripping wet for the moment, followed Nina out into Brigit's bedroom. Nina produced a pair of crude brooms and said that their job for the day was to sweep. She acted as if she actually expected to have to show Toshia how to sweep. However, when Toshia demonstrated that she was already familiar with the principle behind the operation of a broom, Nina was happy to let Toshia sweep Brigit's room, while she went to sweep out the next one down the hall.
As she swept, Toshia thought about what Nina had said about the bull. This was the first she'd heard of anything in Eros being actually, really deadly. Sure, she had nearly drowned when she'd fallen into the river, and that asshole before that had been waving a knife around, and, the sisters sure seemed like they were capable of killing someone, though she doubted they would have any reason to. But in general things in Eros seemed only interested in having sex. She had a vivid memory, though, of the glimpse she had caught of Don hitting the man who had been trying to rape Amy. It certainly looked to Toshia as if Don had killed that man. She thought that perhaps the most dangerous thing in Eros was her best friend and lover.
Toshia concluded from all this that the bull was mostly likely a myth spread to keep the serving girls and men from trying to flee the discipline of the warrior women. At most it was probably an exaggeration – the truth was probably nothing more than a stray bull. Probably a very horny bull, Toshia thought with a smile and a shake of her head. I better watch out for that.
Toshia swept the pile of dirt out into the hall as Nina had instructed. She looked around and saw no sisters standing guard. They apparently trusted that the serving girls wouldn't misbehave. Nina was finishing her room, so Toshia moved on down the line to the next chamber, which was down a small flight of stairs. This one had a wider window, and the trees outside were growing right up against the wall at this point.
Toshia poked her head back out into corridor to make sure no one was coming, and then quickly crossed to the window. There was a sturdy-looking branch only a short distance away from her. Toshia briefly considered saying goodbye to Nina, and actually felt bad that she might cause the girl to be punished, but decided she had to take the chance. She jumped for the branch and caught it with both hands. The branch creaked and swung under the weight, but it and her grip held. Toshia moved like a monkey along the limb until she could wrap her legs around a thicker branch. A moment of clambering, and she was squatting on a broad enough limb. She caught her breath and listened for any alarm. When she was sure she wasn't spotted, Toshia began to work her way along the big tree's system of branches, moving steadily away from the castle.
Soon, though, she was as far away from the window she'd leapt from as she could get without either changing trees or climbing down to the ground. Toshia thought she would do a better job of escaping the Sisterhood if she stayed off the ground as long as possible. She maneuvered up a bit until she saw a thick enough branch of the next tree within short jumping distance. She tensed and jumped, catching the branch easily. The leaves around her rustled in noisy complaint, but she was safe. Moving carefully among the branches, Toshia transferred herself to another tree. When she had moved to her fourth tree she realized she would have to climb down; the nearby trees simply weren't near enough.
Carefully, she lowered herself down, branch to branch. Unfortunately, the branches stopped a good five meters from the forest floor. Looking around to make sure no one was about, Toshia lay down on the branch, its rough surface scraping her naked skin. She slowly suspended herself from the branch. Toshia let herself hang full length from the branch before she let go. She hit the leaf-covered ground and dropped into a low crouch. She paused there, ears pricked, trying to hear any sound that might indicate her escape had been noticed.
Then, when there was no indication that she'd been missed by the Sisterhood, Toshia began to move quickly, and as quietly as she could, away from the castle, into the forest. After about half an hour, she came to a clearing, through which ran a little stream. Toshia smiled to herself, glad that no one seemed to be chasing her, proud that she'd managed to escape and happy to enjoy the sunshine on this fine day. She knelt down by the stream and began to wash off the dirt and leaves she'd accumulated during her arboreal journey. She winced a little as she cleaned the scrapes on her arms, legs and belly. She was almost done, when she heard the sound of a large cow snuffling... a large cow or... Toshia looked up with sudden alarm.
There, only a short distance away, across the clearing and watching her intently, was the Bull.
Chapter 12
To the Rescue: Don fights for Toshia's release.
"Your friend is with a group of warrior women who call themselves the Sisterhood," the Wizard explained.
Don frowned, "I thought she was with the satyrs."
"Well, she was, but apparently the satyrs abandoned her when a scouting party of sisters got too close to their camp. I assure you that your friend has not been harmed. Look," the Wizard indicated one of the mirrors in the dining room where they were having their early morning conference. The mirror's reflective surface blurred and then showed them an image of Toshia sleeping peacefully on a bed in a rustic stone building of some sort. "I certainly would have alerted you if your friend was in any real danger."
"'Real danger'?" Nicole pressed. She was sitting next to Don on the opposite side of the table from the Wizard. Shelonda sat on the other side of Don, and Amy sat next to the Wizard. Madeleine listened from the end of the table.
"The sisters can be rather intimidating, but they would not really hurt her," the Wizard said firmly.
"You described them as warrior women, though," Don pointed out. "They must have earned that adjective somehow."
"Oh, they can be quite dangerous to anyone who tries to interfere with them or those who they claim as their property," the Wizard nodded. "They train daily in both armed and unarmed combat. They look quite ... formidable."
"I take it that you've been careful to watch this training, my dear?" Madeleine asked with a smile. The Wizard actually blushed a little and nodded.
"What kind of weapons do they use?" Shelonda asked. It was hard to tell if she was asking more from enthusiastic curiosity or to size up her likely opponents.
"Spears, mostly, but they have some swords and a few axes."
"We only have our two staffs," Shelonda frowned, and again it wasn't particularly clear if her expression was of concern or envy.
"I believe I can help with that," the Wizard smiled.
Amy spoke up then for the first time during the meeting, "I'm wondering about something else. You said 'those who they claim as their property.'"
"Yes, I did."
"Do you think they claim Toshia as their property?" Nicole asked with a scowl.
The Wizard frowned, "Um, well, almost certainly."
"They wouldn't be thinking of her as a guest?" Don asked.
"It does not seem likely," the Wizard answered with a shake of his head. "It seems to me from what I have observed and have been able to learn, that the sisters see the world as being divided into three groups: themselves – the warrior women, their servants – men and women whom the sisters claim as property – and then everyone else – anyone outside the castle."
"How many groups is that?" Amy asked.
"Sorry; three: themselves, their servants, and everyone else," the Wizard summarized. "I doubt that your friend has been able to fight her way into the ranks of the Sisterhood, and they have allowed her to stay in their castle, so they must consider her one of their possessions."
"Their slaves, you mean," Nicole said icily.
"Hm, well, yes, I suppose that is an appropriate term," the Wizard nodded.
Before Nicole could voice her entirely justified indignation, Don leaned forward and said, "Tell us more about what these sisters are like."
"They are proud – arrogant, really. They tend to be bullies and the other inhabitants of the forest, like the satyrs, try to stay away from them. The sisters only go out from their castle to gather fruit and to 'patrol', which just seems to mean looking for trouble and booty, like your friend. The castle has a spring in it somewhere, so they don't need to worry about water."
"What about their organization?" Don continued.
"Ah, well, typical warrior class mentality, I believe. It seems that the toughest, most charismatic sister acts as kind of a leader of the pack. They all seem to cooperate with this, though I suspect any dissension would be dealt with violently."
"Trial by combat?"
"Most likely," the Wizard nodded.
"OK," Don smiled a bit enigmatically. "You said you could help us."
It was the Wizard's turn to smile. "I can help you several ways. First, I have a way to get you to your friend that I think you'll like."
When they heard what the Wizard had in mind, both Don and Nicole laughed. Don said, "It's a bit traditional, but it will do, I think. What else can you do for us?"
The Wizard explained his proposal. The girls were clearly not impressed, but Don smiled and said it would do nicely.
Nicole was the one who objected most clearly, saying, "All this is great, Don, but how in the world do you expect to get this Sisterhood to give Toshia up?"
"Well, I thought I would start with asking them," he said with a cheerful smirk.
Several hours later, after the Wizard had busied himself with a number of magical projects, during which Don and Shelonda stretched and talked in the garden, and Amy and Nicole busied themselves with the magical closet in their bedroom, the four companions were moving quickly over the forest on nothing less than a flying carpet.
Amy crouched at the front of their ride grinning enthusiastically as the wind whipped her hair back. She was wearing a new khaki outfit, complete with cargo shorts and hiking boots. She was the designated driver of the carpet, although on this part of the trip the magical device was on auto-pilot.
Close behind Amy, knelt Shelonda; who was watching the forest passing underneath them with happy fascination. She was wearing an outfit very similar to that worn by Amy at the masquerade in the Manor: a pleated red skirt, a tight-fitting and flexible chest plate of a crimson material that both protected most of her upper body but also managed to accentuate her full breasts, a pair of golden metallic bracers on her forearms, a set of matching shin guards, and a pair of custom made (through magic) martial arts shoes. Her long, straight hair was tied back in a ponytail. Shelonda had her staff held tightly across her thighs.
Standing up in the middle of the carpet, as if he were Aladdin himself, or the captain of a pirate ship, stood Don. He held his staff lightly in his right hand, and rested his left fist on his hip. Don wore chest armor of the same material as Shelonda, though his was noticeably less curvy and black. He also had bracers and shin guards, also black, though the shin armor was concealed under the loose black pants he wore. His shoes were also like Shelonda's. Both he and Shelonda also wore protective cups on their crotches though this could not be seen. Don smiled calmly ahead.
Sitting on the carpet behind Don, and doing her best not to look up or around, was Nicole. She was wearing what could best be described as a naughty nurse costume, complete with white stockings and garter belt. There were prominent red crosses on her chest and her white cap. She clutched a big bag of supplies closely.
To be continued.
By BradentonLarry for Literotica