Thief of Perlan (Closed for Myself and ThePhoenixMan)

[Pywakit]

Karaylyn

Sharing the Master's cock with Alys was an incredible sensation; it had been so long, it felt, since she'd been able to pleasure the Master so directly, and with the other woman whom she'd been training, it was almost as if Karaylyn was pleasuring her Master twice over. His length was dripping and glistening with their shared spit soon enough, but then, as she felt his thrusts take on that oh-so familiar ragged sense of inevitability, she knew the time of his release was near. She was almost tempted to slide her head up and over and drink from the source, but this was to be the Slut's moment. So as she slid her lips up his shaft, bringing Alys's along with her, she made eye contact with the other woman, willing her to understand what was needed. And when they reached his tip, Karaylyn slid her mouth shut and pushed at the tender side of his crown with her puckered lips, deftly causing his cock to pop right into Alys's open mouth. Karaylyn didn't pause; she slid back down his length, and since she and Alys were still connected by the chain, that act drew her head down as well, and fed the Master's cock into her mouth before Alys knew what was happening. Karaylyn began to kiss and lick the root of his shaft, tonguing his balls as she felt that wonderful vein along the underside of his cock pulsing as it began to empty into Alys's mouth.

Karaylyn just hoped that Alys wouldn't swallow it all before she had a chance to slide back up to kiss some of her Master's seed out of the other woman's mouth.

 

[CelticGodess]

Alys

The feel of the hard shaft sliding in her mouth felt different but good. Everything she had been taught about sexual acts had never really including anything like what she was experiencing now. No one had ever told her that this kind of sexual act could be so arousing. Each pulse and throb of the Master's cock caused Alys to become more and more aroused, her mouth sliding along the head and part of the shaft. She could feel Karaylyn's mouth just below hers and wondered what she was doing.

Yet, just as she wondered that, something began to happen. There was a hot, sticky liquid squirting into her mouth from the Master's cock. She wasn't sure what was happening and the first thought was that she had done something wrong, that she was hurting him. But the pressure on the back of her head had increased, as if to signal her to keep going.

She heard a soft whisper from Karaylyn, telling her to keep going. That she was doing exactly what she was suppose to be. With the words of encouragement, Alys began to suckle a little harder, drawing all the juices she could from him. The first taste of him sliding down her throat was different from what she had experienced from the Mistress. The Master was saltier, but still wonderful.

As Alys continued to work the Master, he mouth became to full, causing some of the Master's juice to escape her mouth and slide down his shaft.

 

[Pywakit]

Karaylyn

Karaylyn felt the Master come; felt the powerful pulsing of his orgasm through his flesh where her lips were pressed against his shaft, and she moaned softly in delight, tugging Alys down further so as to ensure his seed found a secure place to gather.

"That's it, slut," she whispered. "Take what the Master gives you, but remember to share..."

A moment later, Karaylyn was rewarded as a rivulet of come ran from the corner of Alys's mouth. Karaylyn met that river with her own lips and tongue, tracing a route back up along the side of the Master's cock. As she drew closer to Alys again, she noted with approval how Alys did not withdraw, allowing Karaylyn to meet the other woman in an awkward but hungry kiss as she pressed her lips against the side of Alys's mouth where that rivulet had escaped. Karaylyn probed with her tongue, then sucked, encouraging more of the Master's overflow to leak out into her mouth so they could share in his gift.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Lord Russell

The Lord of the castle was rewarded with the release he sought, even though it had not been quite what he had envisioned in His twisted mind. He would have loved to see his hot lava erupt from his cock like a volcano, the sticky seed spraying into the air, and landing on the lovely faces of the women on either side of his cock. However, Karaylynn made it evident, she wasn't about to waste one droplet of his precious seed, a lesson she learned a long time ago.

Karaylynn, however, was the ultimate teacher, ensuring that Slut was not only in position, but held there while his throbbing muscle pulsed. There was nowhere for his seed to go, but into the wet, warm confines of the new slave's mouth.

Through his fluttering eyelids and amidst his rolling eyes, he could see the look of fear, apprehension, curiosity, shock, and awe flash through Slut's face as each rocket of his sperm spewed forth, filling her mouth quickly. He barely heard Karaylynn's instructions, his own heart thudding in his eardrums.

He was able to focus just enough to watch her tongue snake out and spear a trickling river of cum that oozed from the juncture he had with Slut. It quickly became apparent that Karaylynn wanted to share in the reward of his release, her tongue forcing its way into Slut's mouth even as it still engulfed his length. He could feel two tongues dancing over his super-sensitive ridge, his cock sputtering the last few remnants as it twitched, Slut's lips now stretched further to include his cock and Karaylynn's tongue.

There was surely more than enough for the two to share, and Lord Russell was sure that Karaylynn was about to teach Slut another lesson. He gently eased his cock out of Slut's mouth, Karaylynn making sure that no more of his precious seed seeped out, while also increasing her seal on Slut's mouth. By the time he pulled out, the two women were engaged in an open mouthed kiss, tongues visibly dancing with one another as the mouthful of semen and saliva drooled downward into Karaylynn's mouth.

When Karaylynn's mouth was full, Lord Russell redirected Slut to his cock, his hand in her hair, ensuring that she made sure to get every last remnant of seed that may have clung to his length. He then released her, and allowed Karaylynn to refeed her the precious seed. Like a mother bird, feeding their young, Karaylynn positioned herself over Slut's open mouth, her tongue lingering out as the thick, viscous tendril of the cocktail slid from her mouth back into Slut's. When Karaylynn's mouth was empty, she then took his cock into her mouth and ensured he was truly cleaned before returning her attention back to Slut.

Lord Russell backed his chair away and left the two women to their vices, silently slipping to his armoire. Their passion for each other, and the sharing of his cum was enough to occupy them for the time being. He was drained, and the sun would shortly be rising along the horizon. Sleep was definitely needed.

Standing in front of his vast array of items, he reached out and grabbed hold of two long, black leather belts. He waited for a while, enjoying the show the women were providing him, playfully sharing his offering, like two kittens playing with a new found toy. When he had his fill of the precious view before him, he approached the women without saying a single word, securing a belt around each woman's waist.

He tested each one. They were snug enough without being tight. He praised the women for a fine showing despite the way the evening had started. As he spoke, his hand petted his kittens gently, releasing the locks and clamps that bound them to one another. He started at their ankles, and then to their wrists, finally freeing their collars.

Despite their freedom, neither one made any effort to separate any further than their short leads had allowed them previously. Instead, they remained still, knowing he'd instruct them further.

Which he did!

He first led Karaylynn to the foot of the bed and positioned her on her back upon a large pillow that lay upon the floor. He then brought Slut to the same spot. Lord Russell then again, clasped the two women together. This time, however, Slut's collar was clasped to Karaylynn's belt. Karaylynn was clasped to Slut in the same manner. Now each of the women were face to face with the other's dripping sex.

Furthermore, he then drew up Karaylynn's knees, nearly bending her in half as he did so, tucking them under each of Slut's arms. He clasped Karaylynn's ankles together, then secured Slut's wrists to her own belt. He flipped the tangled pair over, then proceeded to clasp Slut and Karaylynn together in similar fashion.

Lord Russell stepped back and thoroughly enjoyed the scene he had created. The women were bound together in a loving 69 position where each one had the other at their disposal, or mercy; whichever the case.

However, rather than amuse himself with the scene, he left the women alone, and lumbered into his comfortable bed, where he quickly and quite easily drifted into a deep sleep.

 

[CelticGodess]

The lose of the rigid pole in her mouth shocked Alys as she noticed it shrinking in size. She wasn't disappointed for long as the cock was soon replaced by Karaylyn's warm mouth.

She followed her lead and shared the Master's juices with her Mistress quit a few times, enjoying the way the Mistress' tongue mixed with the feel and taste of the Master.

Soon, she felt the chains that had bound the two of them fall away, the belt slide around her waist and the Mistress lead off just a bit.

She was to follow very soon after, laid next to the Mistress, her face nestled to her thigh, her sex within reach of her mouth. She was exhausted, yet apprehensive.

Was she to pleasure the Mistress now? Was she to be allowed to sleep?

Alys wasn't sure what she was to do. She had never been in a situation like this and surely didn't want to disappoint either the Master or the Mistress. But, who's lead was she suppose to follow now? She had been under the Mistresses' control for a few days now and that was all she really knew. She felt like her loyalties were being torn just a bit.

She laid there for awhile, enjoying the feel of Karaylyn's thigh under her head and the scent of her sex so close. It was a smell she was begining to treasure as mush as the taste of her.

She could barley stay awake. She needed sleep, but was afraid to close her eyes, afraid she would do something wrong and face the wrath of either of the two people in the room. But, mostly, she feared disappointing the Mistress.

She knew in her mind that the last thing she wanted was to have to face the punishment the Mistress could give her. She had seen how the Master had punished Karaylyn earlier and wasn't sure if she could handle it as well.

She fought to stay awake, sure that the Mistress would give her a clue as to what to do next.

 

[Pywakit]

Karaylyn

Karaylyn had long since swallowed her mouthful of spit and semen, and as she heard the bed above creak and settle as the Master went to sleep, she silently began to kiss the inside of Alys's thigh. Slowly but inexorably she crept up between her legs until her lips and nose were pressed against Alys's sex. She flicked her tongue out, licking her pet lovingly, then using the other woman's thigh as a pillow she settled in to sleep as well. She wanted to pleasure the sex less than an inch from her face, but she didn't trust Alys yet to bear the pleasure silently. Having her moan loudly enough to disturb the master's rest would not do.

So instead, Karaylyn settled in to sleep as well. The shackles at her wrists were loose enough that she could gently caress the back of Alys's head, and so she did, stroking her hair lovingly as she drifted off to sleep. Her last thoughts before the darkness took her were of an idle curiosity... what would the Master have them do tomorrow?

 

[CelticGodess]

Alys

She knew the Mistress would show her what was expected and she did. She felt her Mistress slide up her leg as her tongue barely grazed her wet sex. But, it was the hand that caressed her head that told her all she needed to know. Now was the time for sleep.

Her dreams were restless that night, full of the images she had seen the night before. The torture chamber, the whipping of the Mistress, the taste and feel of the Master. She dreamed of Him taking her as He had the Mistress, wondering what it would feel like to have that appendage inside her. Would it hurt, or would it bring her pleasure.

From the lessons she had gotten from the Mistress so far, she had been told there would be a little of both, depending on the Master's moods.

As her dreams became more and more erotic, Alys tried to adjust her sleeping position and was brought up short by the chains. The inability to move causing her to awake. She laid there, wide awake, her mind racing. The Mistresses sex was right in front of her, tempting her. Would she be in trouble and punished if she were to start something? Her hand slide up towards the Mistress, her thumb just playing at the opening of her sex. She saw the moisture building and felt the Mistress turn just a bit, welcoming her.

Then, Alys heard the noises behind her. She heard the bed creak and wondered if it was the Master awakening. She stopped what she was going and waited. Waited for ehat the day would bring her now.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Lord Russell

Lord Russell found sleep quickly and easily, his long arduous day having been drawn out throughout the night and into the wee hours of the morning. He did not mind the lack of sleep for the activities that delayed his sleep were quite entertaining. His venture to the Marquis had yielded him the benefit of experience and knowledge to which he could practice on his own. While the errant ways of both his pets were somewhat displeasing and disturbing, the result had been quite the opposite.

He instinctively knew that Karaylynn had learned from her mistakes, her errant behavior due to her haste to please him. She had more than made up for it in her performance, while simultaneously teaching the one now known as Slut, her proper place in the household. He was confident that even though Karaylynn may fail again, from time to time, her efforts to please him were always foremost in her mind.

In his sleep, Lord Russell was void of any images, confident that the new day would bring new and exciting challenges with his new conquest, and his trusted companion. Though his sleep was much too short, it was very restful, and he stirred slightly, the oversized mattress causing the wooden boards to creak as he moved about. The silence in the room was customary, but if it were not for the sound of a few pieces of chain link rattling against one another, Lord Russell may have very well drifted back off to sleep.

His eyes sprung wide with the joyous realization that his play toys were still chained together at the foot of his bed. He listened intently, trying not to stir any more, for fear that the creaking bed would announce his arousal. He was tempted to crawl and peer over the side of the bed and cast his eyes on the picturesque beauty that lay before him, yet he did not, preferring to listen to the sounds, or lack of sounds, coming from below his feet.

His attention to every little sound in the room was short-lived and interrupted by the sound of the large door being opened rather abruptly. His eyes, as he was sure so were the women at the foot of the bed, darted towards the door. There stood the rather portly figure of the cook, holding a large tray of hot porridge, fresh baked breads, fruits, and juice.

It was custom for the cook to deliver him his breakfast in bed, however, the look in her eyes was priceless as she cast disparaging darts in the direction of the naked women bound together as they were. She scoffed at the scene and walked by the women on her way to delivering the meal to her master, complete with a smile on her face. She asked him, in the usual polite manner if there was anything else she could do for him, silently wishing, a slight lilt in the tone of her question, that he would take some liberties with her, or command her to relieve his morning erection, however he so pleased. Nonetheless, she was not surprised when he thanked her and dismissed her without incident, suppressing her urge to lambaste the harlots who would certainly gain his attention.

However, just before the cook reached the door, Lord Russell called her back to his side, to which she practically ran, a rosy glow on her cheeks. He handed her a key, instructing her to release the locks on the bound women.

Not sure of his intentions, she moved tentatively to the bottom of the bed and leaned over the women. One by one, she freed each woman from the locks that bound them, and then from the very shackles that had been their attire for the evening.

After a few minutes, and awkward silent stares, the three women finally stood at the foot of the grand bed, all looking to Lord Russell for direction. While stuffing a chunk of the fine bread into his mouth, he waved his hand towards all three women, dismissing them from his presence. By the time they reached the door, he barked out, "Fetch me when my bath is ready.

 

[Pywakit]

Karaylyn

Karaylyn let the other two women leave fist, then turned and bowed to the Master, making sure that her tits swung with the deep move before she spun on her heel and hurred along behind Slut and the cook. The cook knew that the command hadn't been for her and, with a single disparaging glance at the other two women, set off to see to her own duties. Karaylyn gave the cook a sweet smile that she knew would inflame the cook's jealousy all the more, then turned to face Slut.

"Follow me, Slut. We need to move quickly so that the Master's bath is ready by the time he finishes his breakfast."

She led slut down a side passageway to the large washroom. The focus of this chamber was the immense tub, a metal and marble fixture that could easily hold two and, a bit more "cozily," three people at once. Karaylyn ordered Slut to start a fire while she stepped to the far side of the room behind one of several folding screens decorated with hunting scenes and began to pump water from the hidden well into several buckets. By the time the fire was going, Karaylyn had several buckets ready for heating, while she filled the tub one third full of cold water. She knew that the master preferred his bath water to be precisely two parts hot water and one part cold, resulting in a delightful heat that would not burn but would revitalize. As the buckets of water heated, she began adding them, and then as the last few buckets were nearly ready, she stood.

"Empty those when they're boiling, Slut. I'll go fetch the Master; by the time he returns the bath should be perfect. Make sure to hide the buckets behind the screen and stand to the left of the tub with the blue-handled washing brush in your right hand and the bar of soap in the left. When we return, I will aid him in removing his robe and entering the tub, at which point you will hand me the soap and the washing brush as I indicate the need for them. While I lather and scrub the Master, you shall begin return to the well and prepare five buckets of water for the rinse. Understand?"

Karaylyn didn't wait for Slut's answer. She turned on her heel and, still naked, returned to the Master's room and knocked lightly upon the door.

"Master? Your bath awaits."

 

[CelticGodess]

Alys was a little alarmed and worried at first when the cook began to remove the changes that had been a part of her for so long. She wasn't sure what to do until she heard the Master begin to bark orders as she and the Mistress began to rise and walk out of the room.

She had so many questions she wanted to ask, but for once kept her mouth shut. The water seemed so inviting that it took every bit of self control she had not to clean herself as she sat by the fire and waited for the water to boil.

She filled the tub with the steaming hot water and then took the buckets back behind the screen. She filled them and then went and got the brush and soap as she had been told to. She was standing in place as the Mistress and Master walked into the room.

She then stood there and waited for further instructions. As soon as the Mistress took the brush and soap from her, she went behind the screen and grabbed a few of the full buckets and began walking to the fire to start them to heating also.

She soon had three buckets on the fire warming. She could hear the moans coming from the tub behind her. She wasn't sure if they were moans of pleasure or of that of the Master just relaxing. She sat listening, her back to the occupants of the tub, and waited. For what, she wasn't sure. All she did know was that she was in desperate need of a bath herself and her hair washed and rebraided. The braid that the Mistress had fixed for her was finally working its way loose and her hair was begining to knot up.

Alys wasn't used to not being clean. She was used to having a bath daily and being the one pampered. She realized in that moment that the life she had had before was truly over. She was at the mercy of the other two people in this room forever.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Lord Russell had enjoyed his breakfast, all the while contemplating the days' activities and what he had in store for the newest addition to his household. Karaylyn's help had been a blessing, helping to put Slut in her proper place. There was so much he wanted to do with her, but he also knew that the timing of such things had to be taken into consideration, much as they were with Karaylyn. It was more important for Lord Russell to feel as if Slut were giving herself to him, rather than he merely taking her for his own pleasure.

He recalled the days of training Karaylyn, reminiscing how he had built her sexual frustrations to a fevered pitch, she practically throwing herself at him. Even then he had denied her, until she had become so accustomed to her daily routine that her actions were second nature, and without deliberate thought. It was only then that he had finally granted her what she had been longing for, making the moment immensely more memorable and pleasurable.

Ever since that day, Karaylyn had been diligent in doing whatever was necessary to make her Master happy, knowing full well, that he would reward her gloriously in the end.

Now with Slut present, it was more about the conquest than creating a bed servant. She had began as a stubborn prude lass, and now with Karaylyn's assistance was quickly turning into a slut, giving heed to her body's needs, while discarding the purient teachings of her years.

He gladly joined his mistress when she came for him, and walked proudly with her into the bathing room where she helped him off with his robe, and then helped him into the tub. After fetching the soap and brush from Slut, Lord Russell watched as Karaylyn stood by the side of the tub, awaiting his direction. If he turned his back to Karaylyn, it meant merely that she was to bathe and clean him. Only if invited, did she ever join him inside the tub to do her ritualistic morning chore.

Lord Russell nodded appreciatively at the warmth of the water, and sighed contentedly. He then scooted forward and waved his hand in invitation, granting Karaylynn entrance to the tub. Again he sighed audibly when she had settled in comfortably behind him. The familiar feel of her soapy hands running over his shoulders and back immediately put him at ease. It wasn't until Karaylynn pressed her tits firmly against his back and circled her hands around his torso that Lord Russell leaned back and relaxed against Karaylynn, relishing in the comforting embrace, clearly giving Karaylynn the freedom to do as she pleased.

 

[Pywakit]

Karaylyn

Karaylyn felt a thrill of delight as the Master invited her into the tub. She knew what this meant; she had pleased him and would be rewarded. But first, she had to get the bath's primary purpose taken care of. She settled in behind him, soaping him and scrubbing him clean, increasingly using more and more of her body to lather him until finally her breasts were doing as much of the work as her hands. She pressed herself close to him then, sliding her legs up along his sides and over to drape over his legs, pressing her sex against his ass as she reached around to clean his chest. She lathered and rinsed, then worked lower and lower until finally her hand dipped under the water and found him full and erect.

Her fingers wrapped around his shaft and began to pump. At every upswing, the tip of his huge cock broke the surface of the water like an immense purple whale coming up for air, and her thumb slid up and over the top to tease and toy with his blowhole before lowering him back down. She worked him for several minutes like this, knowing that the pleasure would be intense but also knowing that the Master's stamina was immense.

Finally, she slid around his body, her soapy, sud-covered body sliding over his until she was sitting in his lap. She kept her gaze downturned, as if she were studying his chest. Usually, at this point, she climbed up onto him, impaling herself on his cock so he could fuck her while she rinsed him. But now... Slut was here.

Karaylyn slid up onto him, draping her legs around his waist and holding onto his shoulders for support as she got herself in position. She then spoke to the screen.

"Slut. Come rinse us clean with the warm water and make sure that the master's hair is free of suds and well washed." And before Slut had a chance to comply, she lowered herself down onto his cock with a hiss of pleasure.