Thief of Perlan (Closed for Myself and ThePhoenixMan)

[ThePhoenixMan]

Lord Russell eyed the transformation that slowly unveiled before his eyes. He had not intended on cleaning her so thoroughly as Karaylyn had done, but was quite pleased at Karaylyn's insistence that Alys be cleaned to perfection. The end result was a striking young female, whose golden locks took on a shimmer that reflected the fire burning in the hearth of the bathing room. Her pink flesh, fresh from the vigorous scrubbing, showed how alive she really was. Her pert breasts proudly displayed her cherry red, puckered nipples that had been elongated from the clamps previously applied to them. Between her legs, every hair had been carefully shaved smooth, without nicks or stubble.

Even though she had resisted the shaving process, she relented quite quickly, the sharp blade scraping the hairs from her flesh as it traversed its way over her lips. Finally, after all the rinsings and cleanings, the water that dripped from her body and ringlets of hair, was as clear as it was before she got into the tub.

"Karaylyn, ye have done well, and shall be rewarded for your efforts. I will beckon for ye later, when ye are finished cleaning here, and done with your chores." He kissed her forehead as she kept it bowed, standing before him.

He then stood before Alys, who was now completely naked, without clothing, without chains, and without hair, except for that which hung down her back in dripping ringlets.

"Follow me."

He turned on his heels and marched from the bathroom, listening for her padding barefoot behind him. He never looked back, never ensured that she was there. Surely she'd do as he said, otherwise end up back from where she came from. He marched assuredly through the hallways, past the ornate paneled walls, up another flight of stairs, then another, until he opened the doors.

There before him was the most grandiose of ornate bedrooms complete with plush carpeting, luxurious furniture made of the finest mahogany, thick cushions upon the chairs and sofa. Large, full length mirrors stood on pedestals at several locations throughout the room. There were dressers, nightstands, glowing oil lamps and many other fine accessories scattered throughout the extremely large room.

The centerpiece, however, was the most eye-catching piece within the room. A large four-poster bed, whose thick posts nearly stretched to the high ceiling, supported a bed suitable for a king, large enough to sleep four people comfortably. The thick, colorful down filled comforter billowed atop the overly large mattress.

There were three openings within the walls, which overlooked the spacious courtyard far below, and the reach of his lands in the distance. If one peered hard enough, they'd be able to make out the tiny dotting of houses that lined the tiny village of Perlan in the distance.

He stopped midway through the room before turning around to face an embarrassed Alys, standing there, confused and unsure. He pointed to a spot on the floor, indicating that Alys should come nearer and stand where he pointed. When she did, Lord Russell moved the mirrors that were scattered about the room.

He placed one full length, oval mirror in front of her. He placed another oval mirror behind her. He further placed rectangular mirrors on either side of her, boxing her in, forcing herself to see herself in her nudity from nearly every conceivable angle.

He then slipped away, moving about the room as he fumbled through drawers and dressers. Lord Russell took his time, slowly undressing from his layered clothes until he was wearing just his billowing black pants, and a loose fitting white shirt, which was unbuttoned halfway down his muscled chest. He exchanged his leather boots for a pair of shorter suede, black leather, boots.

He finally returned to where Alys stood. He produced a long strip of black cloth, holding it between his teeth, standing behind Alys. He ran his large hands across her ivory shoulders, and to her neck, caressing it lightly before pulling all her hair back. He tugged slightly on her hair, tilting her head back as he gathered her golden brown locks into a single fist. He took the length of black ribbon and tied her hair back off her head and shoulders. He tied it tightly near her scalp, the ends of the ribbon dangling down along her back to the middle of her naked ass.

Without saying a single word, he grabbed Alys' hand and led her towards the impressive bed. He stood her at the foot of the bed, facing the mattress. He walked away, and then returned with black corded roping. He secured a firm knot about her right wrist and ran the length through her palm, encouraging her to grasp it as he tied it off at the top of the post to her right. He did the same to her left wrist, without protest or objection from Alys. With the two other lengths of corded rope, he bound each ankle towards the foot of each post, leaving Alys spread eagled, facing the bed, her nakedness on full display.

 

[CelticGodess]

"Follow me."


Alys jumped as she heard the command. It was the first words he had spoken to her since bringing her to the bathing room. Everything had been fine until the girl, Karyalyn had brought out a razor and began removing all her hair, including that of her private areas. She wanted to fight it, didn't want her hair removed but the look on Lord Russell's face stopped her.

After they had all determined she was finally clean enough, she heard him dismiss all the others in the room and that was when his order had been directed towards her. She felt and knew that she had no choice but to follow him, where ever it was he was taking her.

Glancing around the room, Alys had thoguht she had entered heaven. The room was incredible. Every comfort imaginable was there, and she wishedshe could just sink into the bed and sleep.

She had stopped in the middle of the room when he called her to him. She lowered her eyes and let her hair fall overr her eyes trying to hid her embarassment of being so naked and exposed in front of him.

The mirrors all around her just added to her embarassment, and she was sure her skin had turned at least five shades of red as every where she looked she saw nothing but her own reflection and body.

His hands on her shoulders and neck sent a new sensation down her spine. It was a mix of fear, not knowing what he was going to do with that length of fabric in his hands, and that of excitement. An excitement she had never known or felt before. He tied her hair back so tight, she felt as if her hair was going to come out of her scalp for a moment.

Her final humiliation was when he tied her to the posts of the bed. She had no doubt that this was his chamber and his own bed. And because of the way she was tied to it, he would have a full view of her body. With her hair tied back, she couldn't hid her face at all from him.

Because of her arms being tied behind her for so long while she was in the dungeon, she wasn't sure how long she could stand there like she was when the pain in her arms began again. Her legs were spread wider than they had been in the dungeon, but she was already feeling the strain in the muscles of her legs and thighs.

Not sure where exactly in the room he was, she hung her head down, as a single tear fell from her eyes.

How had her life come to this? How had the daughter of a noble been reduced to a common thief and now, appearently a slave. And a slave to another noble, one who had no idea who she was, or had been. To him she was nothing but a common thief who owed her very existence to him, her Lord and Master.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Lord Russell looked over the young girl, her naked form on full display, her limbs stretced taught, thin muscles, straining. He would have fun with her, that much he knew. Her body excited him, and now that she had been cleaned up, it aroused him even more than before. The flickering oil lamps scattered about the room cast a soft golden hue on her flesh, complementing the shimmering color of her hair.

He came behind her and caressed her shoulders, massaging her arms, tracing her muscles before trailing his hands back down, resting them on her ribs as he gently squeezed, slimming his hands down to her narrow waist. Lord Russell uttered no words as he inspected the girl's body closely, memorizing every curve, each square inch of flesh, as his hands and fingers slowly traveled over it. His hands came down to her rounded hips, his thumbs brushing over the soft supple bubbles of each ass. He bypassed them, in favor of inspecting her thighs and calves, first moving along her left leg before coming back up and down her right leg.

As Lord Russell moved his hands back up along her right leg, however, his focus was more geared towards her inner thighs, fingertips and thumbs pulling her apart, even more than she was already stretched. His efforts didn't go unnoticed, unaffected. The tiny ripples that rolled down her leg as she shuddered were well received as he smiled.

On his knees beneath her ass, his thumbs began prying, pulling her cheeks apart as he kneaded the rounded orbs of flesh. As he did so, he clearly revealed the puckered ring of her ass. However, as she reflexively flexed her muscles in resistance, she was inadvertently offering her freshly shaved pussy as an alternative, trying to roll her hips away.

Lord Russell snickered softly, firmly squeezing her buttocks, pulling them apart to expose the rosebud once again, crawling his thumbs dangerously close to that opening. However, as he came to within a fraction of an inch away, when she was clenching her muscles as tight as she possibly could, Lord Russell stopped. He quickly slid an upturned palm between her legs, cupping her sex as he felt the heat within. He rubbed the shaven mound before drawing his fingers back along the slit, his middle finger pressing hard enough to slip between the outer petals, finding the moist interior, collecting moisture on his finger as his hand drew back.

Lord Russell did not linger any longer, nor did he give her any further attention. He turned and walked out of the room, leaving Alys tied to his bed. Lord Russell would leave her there to think about her fate, and her desires, as he went in search of Karaylyn. He had found her, tending to her maid duties, dusting and cleaning. He beckoned her to his room, once she was completed. She eagerly obliged, asking permission for a little bit of time to prepare herself properly. Lord Russell agreed, and left her to finish. He diddled and daddled, wasting time, spending nearly an hour away from Alys, before returning to the room.

 

[CelticGodess]

Alys felt his heat behind her before she ever heard him approach the bed. She couldn't see him and was a little terrified as to what he might do. She tried to brace herself for what ever came her way.

She was stunned and shocked as she felt his hands gently caressed her shoulders and arms. For a moment, her arms didn't ache as bad as he massaged them for her.


As his hands moved down her body, she held her breath. No man had ever touched her like this and she wasn't used to the sensations he was stirring in her.

Her legs strained as he forced them to open just a little more for him. She felt every muscle in her body tense as his thumbs can so close to touching her puckering rosebud.

As his hand came around to touch her now moistened sex, she couldn't help but moan. It was a sweet and unwelcomed torture. Yet, she didn't want it to stop. She was craving more. She felt her heartbeat accelerate and her breath quicken as he ran his finger inside her folds and so close to where her deepest ache was.

All too soon, he was gone. She heard the door close behind her as he walked through it. Had he actually laughed at her on his way out? She wasn't sure, but she did know that her own reaction to him left her embarassed and scared.

Lowering her head, she felt and saw the tears falling from her eyes. She wasn't sure how long she had been there, but all too soon, she heard the door opening again. She tried to straighten herself up as best she could against her restraints, and kept her eyes focused on the wall in front of her, waiting to see what would happen to her next.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Lord Russell rejoined Alys in his bedroom, the sight of her bare backside fully exposed to him was like a fine piece of art. The canvas of her flesh was stretched deliciously so. Her hair was still tied securely in that single knot, the black tails of the ribbon hanging down in contrast to her pale flesh. He approached her from behind and pressed himself to her again. His arousal was once again pressed between her cheeks, letting her know how he felt.

He leaned over her neck and brought his lips to her flesh, greeting her with a suckle that brought a rosy color to the area, her skin beginning to flush with hues of red and pink. He moved to the offered earlobe, suckling it between his lips as he lingered, enjoying her. He hadn't used his hands this time. It was only his body, and his lips attacking her.

He went on and on, finally eliciting a shudder from her body, a little tremor that rippled through her limbs, flowing through the lengths of rope. When that had happened, Lord Russell pulled away and left her hanging there again; however, he did not leave the room this time. He moved to the bed and lay back upon the bed, sitting partially upright against the headboard, drinking in the beauty of Alys as he eyed her in silence.

A short while passed and a knock came upon the door, and he summoned Karaylyn to enter. He watched as she stepped through the door, closing it behind her, and glided towards the bed. She had prepared delightedly so, for what she wore was nothing, except for a sheer, almost transparent white shift, gathered over one shoulder, much like a toga, though it only came to just beyond her hips. Her shaved pussy was on clear display, already glistening with moisture and desire. The shift of sheer silk didn't even reach the roundest part of her ass. Her hair was done up in a twist, availing her long, slender neck to his desire. About her neck was a black leather strip with four silver 'D' rings evenly spaced around her neck, a silver padlock dangling in the front.

She walked towards him with her hands outstretched, one within the other, a silver key gingerly cared for in the palm. She was offering him that which she held. She came to the side of the bed and knelt with her head bowed, never regarding Lord Russell, or Alys.

He took the key from her palm and petted her as she sat back on her heels like a proper slave. He only briefly looked towards Alys, whose eyes were on Karaylyn.

"Karaylyn. You have done well today for me. As you can see, you have prepared Alys to exactly my liking. I had promised you reward for your efforts. For all that you have done to ensure my happiness, you shall spend the night with me, and may join me in my bed."

He sat up and ordered Karaylyn to stand. All it took was a simple tug on the knot of cloth at her shoulder and the shift flittered to the ground at her feet, leaving her as naked as Alys, save for the collar and padlock pendant. He admired her large, much larger than Alys', breasts and quickly brought his mouth to them, suckling them, enjoying them as he pulled her to the mattress with him. He lingered on them for quite some time until he was satisfied.

Karaylyn knew the silent, unspoken signal, and proceeded to strip him bare of each piece of clothing, laving him in admiring kisses as she did so. As her lips touched each inch of exposed flesh, he gazed upon Alys', who had no choice, but to have a front row to what was transpiring before her. As Karaylyn revealed his massive erection, its length springing free, she quickly tended to it, kissing it loving it, stroking it, swallowing him with practiced ease. She allowed him to control her tempo and her depth with his strong hand, taking whatever he wanted to give her.

Despite the pleasures she was giving him, he continued to search for Alys' eyes, gauging her reaction as Karaylyn tended to him...

 

[CelticGodess]

Alys tensed a little as she heard the door open after what had seemed like a lifetime of being alone. She couldn't turn and had no idea who was in the room with her or what their intentions were.

Then she felt the heat of his body behind her. She knew it was Lord Russell, she could smell his wonderful scent, and felt his arousal between her exposed cheeks, pressing into her.

Her head canted on its own accord as she felt his lips on her. The heat became almost unbearable as he suckled her neck an shoulders. When his mouth and tounge began to work on her ear, she couldn't help but shudder. The sensations cousrd through her body.

She felt like she was on fire and wanted him to end her torment, yet, she didn't want him to leave her. She wanted his hands on her. She wanted to know what it was like to have this man inside her.

She had been told what would be expected of her once she was mated with a man and now she craved it. She wanted it more than anything.

No sooner had he started kissing her, he was gone, going to sit on the bed. She lowered her eyes away from him, but could sense him watching her. He was watching everything she did.

The next thing she knew, Karyalyn was in the room and attending to Lord Russell. Ayls couldn't help but watch as she began using her mouth on his massive member, making it dissapear into her mouth. Alys tried to tuirn her head over her shoulder as far as she could, so she couldn't see what was taking place in front of her. Yet, she could her the sounds of enjoyment coming from Kayralyn as she sucked on the Lord.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Lord Russell saw that Alys had turned away, her face flushed with shades of red, trying to block out what was happening right before her. He would have none of it.

"Alys? Have ye mastered the ways of pleasing a man? I suggest ye take note and pay close attention, for Karaylyn is one of the best. Don't disrespect me by turning away!"

Karaylyn hadn't stopped or paused one bit, masterfully taking his length in long fluid strokes down her throat until her lips were mashed against his pelvis. It was a rare occasion to share in Lord Russell's bed, and she wasn't going to waste one minute of it. It mattered none to Karaylyn that Alys was there and watching.

He teased both Karaylyn and Alys, as Karaylyn suckled his length.

"Is Karaylyn wet and ready for her Master's cock? Show Alys your pussy Karaylyn. Show her how wet you are. Tell me Alys. Tell me if she looks wet enough to take her Master's cock all the way up her pussy."

Karaylyn groaned around his cock, his teasing talk already making her squirm with anticipation. She reached between her legs and stroked her freshly shaved slit, running fingers through it as she parted her folds. Karaylyn first dipped one finger, then two, and shortly thereafter, three fingers into her wet cavern; all the while, never missing a stroke with her mouth. She brought her fingers out and parted her lips wide, shifting her hips higher to give Alys a better view, as per Lord Russel's command.

The entire time, he kept his eyes glued to Alys, watching her reaction, the color on her face, and her breathing, as well as gaging her arousal.

 

[CelticGodess]

"Alys? Have ye mastered the ways of pleasing a man? I suggest ye take note and pay close attention, for Karaylyn is one of the best. Don't disrespect me by turning away!"


Ayls couldn't help but turn her head. She had seen this Karyayn come up to the bed and take the Lord into her mouth. Ayls wondered what that woulod be like, but tried to keep her aristocratic side to her. She fought it as best she could.


She heard the slave as well as the master moan in pleasure as he commande Ayls to look at them. Her arms strained against the bindings as she couldlnt take her eyes away from Karayn's wet pussy.

"Yes, my lord, " Ayls murmured, "she is more than ready for you." Alys hung her head as she heard the words fall from her mouth.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Lord Russel was quite amused with Alys' reaction to the scene unfolding before her, as well as the uncomfortable position he had put her into, forcing her to cast her eyes where they most likely, had never peered before. He could see the initial disgust fade as confusion settled in, her eyes inextricably glued to Karaylyn's dripping, exposed sex.

His focus and attention on Alys kept his complete arousal from Karaylyn's ministrations at bay. He still, however, enjoyed the velvety wetness combined with the suction as her head bobbed up and down along his length. His hands weaved into her hair, helping to control her depths, and her tempo, keeping his release at a distance. He continued to tease Karaylyn with his words, watching Alys' face flush from apparent embarrassment.

Karaylyn's fingers had managed to coax a steady stream of her own wetness to seep from her open hole, trailing down her inner thighs. Lord Russel knew she was primed and ready for him, any time he wanted to take her, though she never once faltered, dutifully sucking his cock like her life depended on it.

"Look at her Alys! She's dripping wet! It smells so sweet, doesn't it? Mmmmm, even I can smell it!"

Suddenly, and quite unexpectedly, Lord Russell, pulled Karaylyn from His glistening shaft, her saliva thick on its length. He slipped out from beneath her, she never moving from her spot, nor did she stop fingering her slit, keeping herself ready.

Lord Russel, however, did not move behind Karaylyn, nor did he move Karaylyn. He went to a drawer and produced four leather cuffs, each equipped with a steel ring. Returning to Karaylyn, he fastened one to each ankle, and one to each wrist, ending her masturbating, but not stopping the flow from between her legs.

Lord Russel stood upon the bed, between Karaylyn and Alys, his bouncing cock, waving proudly in front of Alys' face. He reached towards the ceiling and pulled on a steel bar that was seemingly hidden in the rafters. It lowered slightly, and as Karaylyn looked over her shoulder, she knew immediately what he was planning on doing.

She turned and came to him when he requested. She raised her hands to the bar and allowed him to clip her wrists about three feet apart, stretched above her head. He then grabbed her left ankle and hoisted it to the bar, attaching it about fifteen inches outside of her left wrist. He did the same with her right ankle, spreading her wide open, hanging from the bar.

When he moved aside, Karaylyn was now hanging helplesly, her splayed pussy only two feet from Alys' face, even with her eyes.

"Ahhh, now you have a better view ... and ... you can smell the sweetness!"

Lord Russel moved to the other end of the bed again, and stood. He pulled Karaylyn's head back so that it hung upside down. He fed her his length once again, thrusting his hips. His thrusts caused Karaylyn to start swaying, putting her in motion, her glistening sex swinging before Alys' eyes, coming closer and closer with each thrust of his hips. His eyes, were once agin, glued to Alys watching her reaction ...

 

[CelticGodess]

Alys couldn't understand what was happening to her. she should have been disgusted by the scene in front of her, but couldn't help but watch.

As she watched Lord Russell tie the girl up in the air, she found her self wondering what was going to happen next.

"Ahhh, now you have a better view ... and ... you can smell the sweetness!"

And a better veiw of Karaylyn was exactly what she had. She could see the wetness and the swolleness of her sex, mere inches from her eyes as she swung back and forth. She could smell the arousal and feel the heat coming from this girl.

She watched as the slave took Lord Russell even deeper into her throat and Alys couldn't tear her eyes away.

She felt her own body moistening, heating, wondering what it would be like for Lord Russell to touch her, or even this slave. Alys had never had a man or a woman touch her in such an intimate way, and she wondered what it would be like.

She tried to turn her head away from the scene in front of her and she closed her eyes. She was used to being able to use her hair to hide her face, but it was still tied behind her.

She could hear them both moaning, and she wondered if the Lord was about to find his own release and end the evenings activities.

Alys' arms and legs were so tired, yet as she tried to grip the bed post to help hold her up, she felt them slipping with the lack of strength she felt. She almost wanted to beg for her release. Yet, she was afraid to say anything, she didn't want to draw attention to herself in any way.

She heard Karaylyn moan and glanced her direction. She moticed that Lord Russell was now swinging her back and forth by placing his fingers inside of her, using ecah thrust as a way of swinging her even deeper onto his shaft.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Lord Russell was enjoying the oral talents of Karaylyn, to the point where he was nearly ready to reward her efforts. However, he was more concerned with the effect he and his partner were having on Alys, who was struggling, with not only the situation, but the binds which stretched her. He could see her eyes flutter as the emotions raced through her, her breasts rising and falling with each labored breath she took, inhaling the sexual aroma of Karalyn's sex, rocking back and forth, so close to her face.

Karaylyn was rocking so close, that if Alys so desired, she could lean forward, stick out her tongue, and most likely, sample Karaylyn's sweet flowing syrup.

The mere idea of Alys submitting, and doing exactly that was enough to send Lord Russell over the top, causing him to flood Karaylyn's mouth with his seed. Not one, however, had he taken his glazed eyes off of Alys as large globules of excess semen spilled from Karaylyn's mouth, trailing down her upside down face.

Lord Russell finally disengaged himself from his bound partner, and spun her around so that Alys could now see her streaked face, decorated with his semen. He lowered Karaylyn back to the bed and disengaged her from the bar, allowing her to collapse and collect herself, her lithe fingers gathering up the spilled seed, scooping them back into her mouth, not wanting to waste a single drop. Karaylyn suckled them clean, she never taking her eyes of Lord Russell, despite the fact that her head now lay at the foot of the bed, poised between Alys' hips.

Lord Russell could see the devotion in Karalyn's eyes, and knew, all it would take, would be a command from him, and she'd willingly service Alys if he so desired. It seemed the most natural thing to do at this particular moment, given the position she was in. However, he had other plans for the time being, wanting to heighten the tension in Alys before he'd even consider such a course of action.

Instead, Lord Russell, moved back to the headboard, and sat upright, looking upon the two beautiful, naked women before him. It was truly an artist's perfect picture, which he'd commit to memory. When Karaylyn had recovered and resumed her natural breathing, he instructed her to fix Alys' hair! He didn't go into any detail, but Karaylyn, knew from experience, exactly what he wanted her to do.

With the grace of an elegant feline, Karalyn alit from the bed and moved behind Alys, pressing her nakedness into Alys' back. Her long, manicured fingers reached around Alys' neck, caressing the flesh as she gathered the loose strands of golden locks, ensuring she pulled back every last strand of hair from her face. Gathering all the hair in one hand, Karaylyn caressed the smooth pale shoulder of her counterpart, soothing the apparent nervousness in her body. Over the next several minutes, Karaylyn carefully, and expertly wove Alys' hair into a single long braid, weaving the long black ribbon into the braid also. When she had completed her task, Alys' hair was now pulled back tightly off her face and woven into the tight ornamental braid Karaylyn had crafted. The tails of the ribbon woven through her hair, still dangled to the floor.

Without being instructed to do so, Karaylyn once again pressed herself to Alys' back, mashing her firm tits. Karaylyn's hands traced over and under Alys' outstretched arms, before gliding down over her ribs, coming to rest on her hips. Gripping them firmly, she pulled herself even tighter to the bound woman. Reaching around the helpless woman, Karaylyn eased her silken hands over the taut abdomen and up to Alys' breasts, cupping them, gently kneading them. She lightly pinched the pert nipples, causing them to harden and pop out into tiny buds. She pressed the melons together and cupped them, as if offering them to Lord Russell.

"She is quite a lovely one Sir ... So young and so ripe! I'm sure she will train quite well."

Lord Russell had to agree, delighting in the way Karaylyn had paid attention to such detail in preparing Alys for his enjoyment. He was truly inspired by the way he was able to catch both women's eyes simultaneously, capturing the essence of their souls.

Karaylyn was truly devoted and committed to ensuring his happiness, making the most out of whatever attention he doted upon her. She knew him well, his likes and dislikes, his mannerisms, and his unspoken thoughts. She thrived on the physical intimacy, yet was more than willing to share her enjoyment with whomever he desired. She had been trained well. Much like Alys, she had much to learn, and had to adapt to her new lifestyle. But she found that her new lifestyle, albeit different, was much simpler than she had ever imagined.

Alys, on the other hand, displayed a myriad of confusing emotions, obviously struggling with them as they bombarded her senses. The tactile responses to the female fingers caressing her flesh created one reaction, while being displayed and offered as a trainable object, collided with those senses.

Arousal ... Disgust ... Pleasure ... Pain ... Submissin ... Fight ...

He could see each of those emotions in her eyes, as she struggled through them.

Lord Russell smiled, then focused his attention on Alys.

"Is Karaylyn right, Alys? Will you be a good student, and train well?"

 

[CelticGodess]

Alys was lost in the varying feelings and thoughts going through her mind. Seeing the exploits she had in front of her had casued reactions she wasn't used to and a tension had built in her she didn't understand.

As Karalyn began to attend her hair and she felt the woman's body against hers, Alys began feeling things she never had before. Was this desire, was this what women felt when aroused.

She noticed that Lord Russell's eyes never left hers. He seemed to be watching every look, every emotion playing on her face. How she wanted to be able to hide her face behind her hair. She could feel the flush moving across her body as Karalyn's hands roamed over her stomach, ribs and breasts.

She closed her eyes and bite her lower lip as Karalyn played with her breast. She wished that she could hide the feelings she was experiencing as Karalyn squeezed and played with them.

As Karalyn moved her hands back down her body, Alys couldn't help but let a small moan escape her lips.

"Is Karaylyn right, Alys? Will you be a good student, and train well?"

Alys heard his words, yet couldn't speak. She felt Karalyn rest her head on her shoulder. Her hands traveling back down her stomach pushing her tighter against her. She opened her eyes and glared at Lord Russell.

She noticed a slight nod of his head and felt Karalyn's hand move between her legs, rubbing at the slit of her sex.

"Master, she is so wet and ready. May I show her what she will experience when she behaves properly?"

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Lord Russell watched the two women, focusing more on Alys, but not missing the effect Karalyn's manipulations were having, nor the look of excitement on Karalyn's face. Karalyn was enjoying the freedom Lord Russell was giving her, a sense of pride and confidence, knowing exactly what would please him.
He thoroughly enjoyed the way Karaylyn seemed to present Alys to him as if she were some sacrificial offering. Alys' breasts held up for his inspection and approval, her nipples tweaked into hardened tips, so he could see what they looked like when she was aroused. He was quite tempted to lurch from his seated position at the head of the bed and envelop the offered flesh into his watering mouth.

The look in Alys' face, told him that she might just enjoy that very act, if he were to do it. And when he asked Alys the question, her glaring look and inability to speak, told him the extent to which she was falling prey to her own body's needs, in direct correlation to Karalyn's expert touch.

The fluttering eyelids were quite noticeable as Karaylyn's hands slid lower over the taut abdomen, stretched tightly by her binds, a slender digit delving between her parted thighs, over the freshly shaven smooth sex, Karaylyn confirmed Lord Russel's suspicion, boldly announcing how wet and ready Alys was. Karaylyn then asked, in proper fashion, if she may continue with Alys in a manner she was sure to please the Master of the castle?

Lord Russell considered her request for a few moments before giving ascent, although he had some modifications to amend. "Yes! Karaylyn, you may show Alys what awaits her. However, before ye do so, it appears that Alys has a difficulty in answering her Lord's questions of her. Since she chooses not to answer her Master, then he chooses not to hear her cries of passion! Ensure her silence before ye proceed!"

A wicked sparkle seemed to fill Karaylyn's eyes as she listened to Lord Russell's request, joining the wide brim smile upon her face. Alys' eyes, however, seemed to open wider staring at him in disbelief as Karaylyn walked away. Lord Russell ignored Alys' look, focusing on Karaylyn as she opened his special armoire, revealing a huge variety of his special play items. He wanted to see which of the many devices used to gag, Karaylyn decided upon.

It was his eyes that now sparkled as Karaylyn's hands wrapped around the black leather strap, holding it up for his silent approval. Karaylyn strode with a confident sway back to her position behind Alys, slowly bringing the item in front for Alys to see before fastening it into place.

As Karaylyn tightened the gag and adjusted the straps, Lord Russell propped his pillows once again, making himself quite comfortable for the show that was about to be performed.

 

[Pywakit]

Karaylyn

Karaylyn turned back to the beautiful bound woman, but then she paused for a moment. Her heart was racing faster than she'd ever known it to race before, and keeping her breathing regular was growing increasingly difficult. It would have been hard enough to remain calm after Master had emptied himself into her mouth and all over her face, but this was something new. Never before had Master allowed Karaylyn this much freedom. She loved to please him, to see his body react to what she did to him, but this was a new pleasure. She served Master, yes, but now for the first time she could remember, she was the dominant one to this new girl. Slave and mistress at the same time. Incredible!

All of this washed over Karaylyn in but an instant. She smiled as she looked Alys over and stepped up to stand behind her. She embraced the woman from behind again, pressing her large breasts firmly into Alys's back so that the other woman's new braid hung between Karaylyn's tits. She could feel the ribbons dangling from the end of Alys's braid brushing against the tender, hungry flesh of her own sex as she pressed against the other woman's ass. Karaylyn leaned her head forward, over Alys's left shoulder so that her right cheek pressed against the left side of Alys's face, rubbing against the smooth strip of leather gag between them. Karaylyn's long dark hair cascaded down over the other woman's shoulder, a stark contrast to Alys's lighter hair. She looked up to where Master sat on the bed, her pale blue eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Look upon our Master, girl," Karaylyn murmured to Alys. "See how aroused he is for us. His cock is bliss, girl, and if you play nice, you'll know this for yourself." She sighed, sending breath still scented with Lord Russell's come washing over Alys's face. "But his cock is not the only way you can feel pleasure. Oh no..."

Karaylyn stepped back for a moment, picked up the ribbon that hung from Alys's hair, and thread it up between her legs so it trailed loosely down under her like a sling. Holding the ribbon in her right hand out before Alys, almost as if she were offering the tip of the ribbon to Lord Russell, Karaylyn suddenly and swiftly lifted her long, limber left leg, draping it over Alys's left hip and then bending her leg so that her calf hooked around her belly, trapping the ribbon between her calf and Alys. With a graceful kick, Karaylyn lifted her other leg, and now both legs were wrapped around Alys. Swiftly, she wrapped her left arm around her chest, clinging to the other woman's back, riding her piggyback style, her own sopping cunt spread wide and pressed tight against the cleft of Alys's ass cheeks.

"Now, doesn't this feel good?" she asked as she began to gently but inexorably pull upward with the ribbon. The material quickly grew taut, sliding into place along the crack of Alys's ass, rubbing over Karaylyn's own lips where they pressed against it, and of course slipping up between Alys's pussy lips as well. Karaylyn didn't wait for an answer before she began to floss the other woman's crotch with the soft ribbon, her playful eyes never leaving Lord Russell's gaze.

 

[CelticGodess]

As Karalyn produced the thin strip of leather, Alys began to stiffen up. He hands forming fists, not sure what the strip was actually for. Then, much to Alys' surprise, Karalyn forced it into her mouth and tightened it up. She was verbally immobilized by the gag.

She couldn't speak, scream, moan or cry out. Not that anyone who hear her or come to help her. She was lost in this world and could do nothing as Karalyn moved against her again.

"Look upon our Master, girl. See how aroused he is for us. His cock is bliss, girl, and if you play nice, you'll know this for yourself. But his cock is not the only way you can feel pleasure. Oh no..."

Alys heard the words, but coulkdn't comprehend them as she felt the silk ribbon rub against her and the wet, warm pussy at her ass. As Karalyn began to gyrate against her, Alys let her head fall back uncontrollably. She had never felt sensations like this. What was happening to her, to her body.

As her head fell back forward, she saw the look on Lord Russell's face. She was determined not to let him see the pleasure she was recieving from watching him as Karalyn played with her body.

She tried to stiffle the moan forming on her lips and fisted her hands so hard, she drew blood to her palm.

There was a warmth and pressure building in her body and in her pussy that she wanted desperately to get rid of, but didn't now how.

All she could do was turn her head towards the woman riding her back and plead with her eyes.

She looked at Karalyn and there was an extreme look of pleasure on this woman's face. Alys just hoped that she could see the desperation in her eyes.

 

[Pywakit]

Karaylyn

Karaylyn rode the other woman for a few more moments before finally glancing away from her Master to look at Alys. She saw that she was having the desired effect on her, and kissed her on the ear, lingering long enough to send her tongue against the hole and then briefly against her earlobe.

And then, Karaylyn dismounted. She took a step back, admiring the wet stain her pussy had left on the small of Alys's back, and how the ribbon remained stuck against her pussy and between her ass cheeks even though she no longer held it in place. Karaylyn tugged on Alys's braid, lifting it up and causing the ribbon to slide against her crotch for a bit longer before it fell away, heavy with wetness. She stepped back up behind Alys again, bringing the ribbon around to show her how wet it was. Karaylyn pinched the ribbon near where it dangled from the end of the braid with both hands, then slid a thumb and forefinger up along the ribbon's length, squeezing the wetness out of it ans along the sides of her pinched fingers. She dropped the ribbon to the side and held her fingertips up to Alys's nose so she could smell the scent of her own lust.

"Smells good, doesn't it?" Karaylyn asked. "It tastes good too... maybe if you're good you'll find out, some day..." She released Alys again and as she walked languidly around to the side of the bed, she slid her fingers into her mouth to suck the flavor off of them.

Karaylyn slid up onto the bed, casting a quick glance toward her Master before she lowered herself down onto her belly and slithered toward the foot of the bed where Alys was bound. She slid up to Alys, her head on the level with the other woman's thighs. The bed was just low enough that Alys's freshly shaved and glistening sex was about six inches above the top of the mattress edge. Karaylyn blew lightly across that wet slit, smiling as she saw Alys's thighs quiver in delight.

"Now, let me show you another way a woman can please a woman," Karaylyn said. She rolled over onto her back, letting her legs fall open so as to present Master with an excellent view of her open pussy. She slid back further until the top of her head was pressing against Alys. Still Karaylyn slid back, pushing down on the mattress with her shoulders so that her head slid down off the edge and between Alys's thighs. As she relaxed, the mattress springs pushed her head up and she met Alys's pussy with open mouth and eager tongue. As she began to noisily eat the other woman out, she sent one hand up along her front to find a nipple, trapped it between two fingers, and then began massaging the whole breast. Her other hand slid lower, the tips of her fingers strumming back and forth, back and forth, over Alys's clitoris. And all the while, she waggled her own hips back and forth, swaying her pussy at Master almost as if she were trying to hypnotize him... or invite him in...

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Lord Russell was delighted with the lovely way the two women interacted. Karaylyn was quite creative in her ministrations while riding Alys' back. He could see the torment, and the pleasure combining in Alys' eyes, all the while Karaylyn taking extreme pleasure in her current role. He was pleased that Karaylyn took his lead and found a playful use for the length of ribbon that dangled from Alys' braid.

Given the freedom that he had allowed, Lord Russell was pleased and aroused to see Karaylyn come back around and wedge herself between Alys' legs. Surely Alys would be able to hold back no longer, for Karaylyn's eagerness was erotically hypnotizing. Added to that, Lord Russell was presented with the wonderful view and availability of Karaylyn's pussy for his own playful pleasure. Karaylyn was very well aware of the fact that not only her performance was for his pleasure, but her body also. Now he had both, the wonderful view, and the great body.

He shifted from his upright position and hovered over Karaylyn, running his hands over her legs, up her thighs, spreading her wider and wider. As Karaylyn moaned into Alys' pussy, Lord Russell thrust two fingers into the wet opening. He toyed with Karaylyn's pussy, thrusting his fingers in and out, keeping his eyes on Alys as he did so. After some time, Lord Russell replaced his fingers with fingers from his other hand and leaned forward running his slick fingers over Alys' parched lips, and under her nose.

He watched Alys' reaction intent on tormenting her and torturing her with the wonderful scent and texture of Karaylyn's sex! Surely, the torment was working, because Karaylyn's mouth was torturing Alys also. The muffled moans coming from around the gag were music to Lord Russell's ears, and Karaylyn's happy humming was in perfect unison

 

[CelticGodess]

Ayls couldn't believe the feelings this woman was causing in her. Never had she experienced feelings this euphoric. She felt muscles beginning to twitch in her legs as her hands gripped her restraints even more.

She tried to bite into the gag in her mouth to stop the moans that were begging to escape her. It was becoming harder and harder to control her responses as Karalyns tongue and mouth did such wonderous things to her.

It was then that she heard the movements on the bed. She knew Lord Russell was moving closer to them.

She closed her eyes and allowed some of the tension in her body to ease. Then she felt Lord Russell's presence in front of her and threw her eyes open wide.

He seemed to be watching her intently as he raised his hand to her mouth. His eyes gazing at her lips as he ran his fingers over them and near her nose. She inhaled an intoxicating scent and realized it was that of the other woman's.

The smell sent Ayls over the edge and she couldn't help the muffled moan that escaped her as she felt the warm moisture escape her body as the most incredible feeling enveloped her body. Her eyes closing and her head falling back as the explosion started.

She wanted to fall, she wanted to crumple as her muscles twitched and gave out on her. Never had she felt so relaxed and so tense at the same time.

 

[Pywakit]

Karaylyn

When she felt the bed shifting as Lord Russell moved up between her legs, she knew what was coming. Yet still, she squealed with surprise and delight as she felt him spread her wider, felt him sliding two fingers up into her. Her squeal was soft and muffled by the mouthful of pussy, and she grinned against it as she felt the other woman shudder at the feeling.

Her own desire was building again, but she concentrated on pleasuring Alys and on denying her own satisfaction. Her Master had not given her permission to come, and no matter what he did, she knew that to climax without his leave was to invite the strictest punishment. Fortunately, she didn't have long to wait. Whatever her Master was doing to Alys did the trick; suddenly, she felt the woman's body shudder and buck, and a delightful series of convulsions ran through her partner's pussy. Karaylyn licked and tugged and purred into the other woman's orgasm, wondering idly if this was the first one she'd ever received at the touch of another. Certainly, she was still a maiden, and it seemed likely that this was her first experience with another. Yet Karaylyn knew that this would be but a tiny preview of the bliss her Master would someday show her... perhaps even today if she was lucky.

Wedged under the woman's shaking body and with Lord Russell's hand at her own cunt, Karaylyn could hardly move, so she waited to see what came next, continuing to mouth and suck at the tiring girl above her. Truth be told... Karaylyn would be content if this continued for some time to come...

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Lord Russell did not miss a single moment as Alys succumbed to the sensations assaulting her lithe young body. Nor did he miss, the extreme pleasure Karaylyn was experiencing. He realized Karaylyn was holding her wn release back as her legs quivered with anticipation, a silent begging of sorts for his granted release, even though she barricaded herself from that blissful escape. Alys on the other hand, bounded freely into the black hole, letting the warm waters of pleasure wash over her body.

He abruptly leapt from the bed and grabbed a small paddle. Standing behind Alys, he could see Karaylyn's eyes peering at him and the paddle from under Alys' ass. He showed Karaylyn the paddle and saw the sparkle in her eyes as she raised her eyebrows. Karaylyn never once stopped delving into and around Alys' pussy when Lord Russell landed a series of reddening swats to each of Alys' rounded globes.

Each swat lurched her hips forward, pushing her towards Karaylyn's chin before she moved back into position over the experienced slave's mouth. Five swats to each cheek, and Lord Russell could see the happiness in Karaylyn's face, imagining the heat that was growing within Alys, warming the honey that was filling Karaylyn's mouth. He also imagined that Karaylyn took advantage of each lurching movement of Alys' hips, to tease her ass, which is why Alys was so quick to settle her pussy back onto Karaylyn's wandering tongue.

Lord Russell moved back onto the bed with the paddle in hand, resuming his spot between Karaylyn's legs.

"Thou shall enjoy the pleasures of your partner, but ye shall not climax unless I so command it!"

His eyes bore into the water-filled eyes of Alys as he spoke. He then grabbed each of Karaylyn's ankles and hoisted them up in the air. Lord Russell continued folding Karaylyn nearly in half, then tucked her ankles under Alys' armpits, locking her in place with her ass and pussy turned straight up in the air. He paddled Karaylyn's ass just a couple times, lightly, bringing a warm rosy color to the skin.

"Ahh, doesn't that look lovely Alys? See how colorful it is? Look at her pussy! See how wet and inviting it is? Look at her ass! See how open and waiting it is?"

Lord Russell dropped the paddle and reinserted his fingers into the honey pot, pulling them out on occassion to run his slick fingers over and around Karaylyn's ass. He played mercilessly with his slave, keeping an eye on Alys' facial expressions!

 

[Pywakit]

Karaylyn

Karaylyn sighed in relief and disappointment as she felt her Master rise off the bed. She had hoped he would allow her to come, of course, but she was also relieved he was giving her a chance to catch her breath. Not that Alys would have noticed; Karaylyn continued to suck and lap and nibble at the other woman's pussy even as her orgasm subsided, knowing that she'd swiftly bring her arousal around for another go. And then, she heard that telltale WHACK, and she jumped in sympathy (and perhaps a little jealously) as Master struck Alys with the paddle. Karaylyn grinned as she felt Alys sliding forward, and she did indeed take advantage of the change of scenery, pressing the tip of her tongue against the tight rosebud pucker of Alys's ass when it came within reach. But before she could force entry, the other woman slid wetly back, her pussy once again the center of Karalyn's world.

She gasped against Alys's pussy as she felt Lord Russell lift her, hooking her legs under Alys's armpits so her ass and pussy, spread and wet, was on full display. And then, again, she felt her Master's fingers dipping into her cunt, teasingly spreading her own wetness over her ass but never quite penetrating there, and wondered what he was doing to Alys. Whatever it was, it was making her squirm, so Karaylyn responded by digging deeper into her body with her tongue, pressing more firmly than ever against her maidenhead and now using her hands in front and behind; in front to tease her clitoris and behind to strum softly and trace circles around Alys's asshole, playing with the spit she'd left here. Then, as Lord Russell did something that made Alys jump particularly violently, Karaylyn responded by sliding he tip of her finger into that pucker... one knuckle, and no deeper, but it was enough to send a ripple of shock through Alys's body.

 

[CelticGodess]

Ayls felt the first sting of the paddle and her body jumped at the pain. Through the strap in her mouth, she inadvertently let out a scream as the pain seized her. Her body lurching forward. Each time the paddle came down on her, she could feel Karaylyn's mouth and tongue against her ass and she would slide back to take another swat.

Ayls bite down on the strap in her mouth, not wanting to show the Lord any amount of pain or discomfort she might be having. She would learn to endure His punishments, if this was what this was. She was beginning to realize just how desperate her situation was.

She tried to lower her head, to hide her eyes, but the grip on her hair was to intense. She could feel the tears sliding down her cheeks as the paddle came down again and Karaylyn's mouth continued its journey into and around her pussy and ass.

Alys could feel her body tensing again. She just wished she could understand what was happening to her.

"Thou shall enjoy the pleasures of your partner, but ye shall not climax unless I so command it!"

She heard the words Lord Russell said, but didn't fully understand there meaning. She watched as he let the paddle fall onto Karaylyn's ass. She cringed as she watched him delve his fingers into pussy andhow he seemed to play with them around her ass.

From the way Karaylyn's attenion on her became swifter and more demanding, Ayls could tell she was enjoying his hands on her.

That was when she felt Karayln's hands on a different part of her, a part of her that seemed to be electrified. She stiffled what could only have been a moan, and closed her eyes against Lord Russell. He stares were becoming to intense when she gazed at him. She figured it best just to close her eyes, then she wouldn't have to see him or what he was doing to Karaylyn.

It was at the moment she closed them that she felt Karaylyn's finger penetrate her ass. She couldn't help but throw her head back and scream through the gag as she felt the finger moving slowly in and out of her and Karaylyn's tongue doing the same. Yet, it was the look on Lord Russell's face that truely worried her. It was as if he knew exactly what Karaylyn had done and he very much approved.

 

[Pywakit]

Karaylyn

As Lord Russell continued to finger her in the pussy and periodically coat the pucker between her cheeks with her own nectar, Karaylyn felt her own need to come rising again. She wouldn't allow herself to explode without her Master's permission, she couldn't, but sometimes when he got in one of his moods, it was really difficult to hold back. Especially now, when what was seeping into her own mouth, this new girl's lusts and innocence, was making her so lightheaded.

Karaylyn pressed harder with her finger, causing it to sink to the second knuckle with a sudden slip before Alys's ass clenched tight against her. She could hear the other woman screaming now, could feel her bucking against her restraints and against Karaylyn's face. Now and then, her heaving caused their bodies to brush against each other, nipples sliding over soft, smooth flesh of each other's belly until a shifting of weight caused Karaylyn to scoot forward so her own tits now rested heavy against Alys's hips. Her face was now lodged further back, and she could now lick at the bulging edge of Alys's asshole where her finger pressed against it from inside. The other woman screamed again through her leather gag, and this time Karaylyn felt how close her own body was to the other woman's face when she felt the exhalation of breath washing over her own dripping wet wide-spread crotch. Dribbles of her excitement were running down her belly and dripping on the undersides of her tits now. She closed her eyes and concentrated, willing herself not to come, and pressed harder with her finger as she tried to sink it all the way in to Alys's tight ass.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Lord Russell continued playing with Karaylyn's pussy and ass, not totally unaware of the effect he was having on her. It was Alys, however, whom his eyes ere concentrated upon. Even despite his recent paddlings, he could see that Alys was succumbing to the sensatons assaulting her body. Faintly aware of Karaylyn's tremblings, Lord Rusell refocused his efforts on her.

His fingers were dipping in and out of Karaylyn's holes with relative ease, fucking them at will, first, one finger at a time, then two, and eventually shoving three thick fingers into the holes alternately. He could tell she wanted to cum, wriggling and grinding her hips as she was. He was in a playful mood, and she knew it. He teased her, asking her if she wanted to cum, and all she could do was reply with a muffled answer, her mouth filled with Alys' pussy and ass. But when she did reply, Alys' body seemed to ripple from the vibrations at her core.

Lord Russell continued the torment, now fucking both holes, simultaneously. He now had fingers in her pussy and ass at the same time. He toyed with her clit, rubbing it incessantly, pushing her to the brink of orgasm time and time again. The sheen of glistening sweat was glistening on the two, young, nubile bodies.

Lord Russell finally stopped teasing Karaylyn, and withdrew his slick fingers. He stood on the mattress, sinking Karaylyn's hips further downward. He grabbed his shaft and stroked his slick hand over its length, coating it with Karaylyn's juices. He ran the bulbous head over both gaping holes deciding which to plunge into.

"Which hole Karaylyn? Which hole should I fuck?"

He then stared into Alys' eyes.

"Which hole Alys? Which hole do you want to watch me fuck?"

 

[Pywakit]

Karaylyn

She could feel the tip of his cock, sliding back and forth over her crotch, tantalizingly close to penetrating her gaping holes, both having been loosened so they now hung hungry for his meat. Karaylyn tried to reply to his question, tried to say, "Fuck them both, master, fuck them both!" but with her mouth working so hard at exploring Alys's folds, her tongue burrowed up against her clit at one moment, then lapping at the tender flesh between pussy and ass at another, all that came out was a muffled wet mumbling that sent vibrations up into the other woman's body.

Karaylyn squeezed a bit with her legs, hooking them more tightly around Lord Russell's hips to hold him in place and to help her balance. With her free hand, she reached up and around Alys's hip as well, her hand pressing tight against the tender flesh between her navel and the top of her slit. The other hand continued to press, and then, suddenly, Karaylyn's index finger was all the way inside of the other woman's ass. She immediately started fingering at the tight rim of that pucker with her middle finger, as if preparing entry with that one as well while she held on a bit tighter to Lord Russell. She could tighten her legs at any moment, she knew, and if she timed it right, she'd pull him right into one of her holes as he toyed with it. The temptation was huge... but she resisted. But she wasn't sure how much longer she could, and hoped Alys would pick a hole for him to fuck soon!