The Taming of the Shrew (closed)

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OOC: This thread is closed for Ariosto and myself. Please read along and enjoy.

IC: Katharina stormed out of the courtyard entrance of her father’s house, her father struggling to keep up. “Marry me to God! I should think not. I would first be married to those knaves you call men than to be married to a god who should expect such subservience from a woman!”

“What will you have me do, Katharina? You frighten away any suitor who is willing, and rear your cat’s claws at any suggestion of marriage. Your sister has two fine suitors who are willing to marry her, but she cannot until I find a suitable position for you!” Baptista roared at Katharina as he had never before.

“I will not be subject to treating a man like a god, kneeling at his feet and kissing his boot!” Katharina glared back at him with utter contempt.

“Then you leave me no choice, Katharina. On Thursday next, you shall enter the convent and marry yourself to God.” Baptista stormed back towards the house.

“I’d see myself hanged first!” Katharina screeched after him.

She slumped against the wall of the courtyard. “There is not a man in all of Italy who I would serve in such a fashion,” she muttered to herself.

Before she could find any solace for herself, Bianca came running out of the house in tears. “Sister, Father says you are to go to a convent, is this true?”

Katharina fixed her steely gaze on her fragile sister. Petite and waifish, her sister was what all men wanted: a delicate flower with a head full of childish ringlets about her face. Bianca epitomized this womanhood that Katharina was expected to conform to. Bianca was perfect in everyone’s eyes. Katharina, on the other hand, was built sturdier, loomed taller, and did not adorn herself with the laces and frills that Bianca was so fond of. Her dark hair contrasted Bianca’s golden tresses, and she shamelessly wore it wildly about her face. She would not tie her hair in bondage as the fashion was. She would be plain Kate. How could they ask her to be anything other than that which she was?

“It is Father’s truth, not mine,” Katharina growled.

“But Katharina, if you would just soften your temperament and be kind to your suitors, you would not have to. Dear, sister, if you should not do this for yourself, please do it for me. I should like to be married before I am too old to be considered a maid.”

Katharina lunged wildly towards her sister, grabbed her hands, and brought them captive behind her back. “Even you, dear sister, could not persuade me to stoop to a man’s whim! But just for entertainment, do tell me, which of your fine suitors do you wish to marry? No, do let me guess, sister. Hortensio has a fairer countenance. It is he who you wish to marry.”

“Katharina, if you fancy him, I would gladly give him to you.”

“Oh, so you fancy riches more, I take it, and want Gremio?” Katharina tightened her grip on Bianca’s arms.

“I do not favor one over the other, sister. I have not yet met a man who I should prefer over other men. Please release me.”

Katharina loosened her grip on Bianca’s arms. “You would have me marry some sniveling man who would lord over me like property for a man you have not seen?” In a fury, Katharina swung her hand back and slapped her sister across the cheek with such force that she stumbled backwards and to the ground.

Baptista, hearing Bianca’s cries, stormed out of the house. “What have you done, Katharina?”

“I have, Father, showed Bianca what treatment she might have at the hands of a man.”

Baptista’s face grew weary. “Katharina, you are as they call you…”

“Shrewish?” she asked, a glint of merriment in her eyes.

“Nay, they call you cursed. Kate the cursed.”

Hope dawned on Katharina’s face. “So how do you hope to marry such a cursed creature as myself to God?” And with that, Katharina strode triumphantly to her chamber.

 

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"A great General you say sir?"

Petrucchio blushed modestly, his fair cheeks suffused with a hint of rose.
"I don't say it good sir, others have made the claim for me."

"Hmmmmmm..."
Baptista swirled the wine in his goblet and looked up again at his tall slender guest.

"I didn't even know we had troops in Silesia, much less had gained great victories!"

The youthful general answered smoothly,
"I was on detatched service. Sent to train the barbarous peasants of that gloomy, frigid country in the arts of war. When the crises came I was asked to take command, which of course I did....
Fine wine by the way."

"Thank you, thank you."
Baptista thought for a moment and then tapped the letter, a clever forgery.
"This also says your a man of sound financial means and heir to great estates in the Sicilies..."

Petrucchio, smiled and nodded sadly,
"Wealth, what is it?...a burden sir, a terrible burden."

The old man harummphed and continued,
"..and it says you are an accomplished artist..."

"In paint sir only, I am a loss with stone and bronze."

Baptista adjusted his spectacles and read on,
"You trained to be a priest?"

"I felt myself unworthy."

"You accompanied deVecchio to India."

"Marvelous country sir, I'd love to take Kate there after we've wed."

Baptista finally stared at this strange handsome fellow in wonder.
"I must say I've never met anyone with such a rich and sundried background and so few years..."
He continued, a sense of disbelief in his voice.
"...and you wish to marry my girl Katharina?"

Petrucchio nodded brightly.
"Indeed sir it is my greatest wish in all the world."

"Do you know of Katherina's..ahhh....vexatious disposition?"

The 'General' rose, a serious look upon his face and stood before the window. The settling sun bathing him in soft gold light, his noble profile exposed to the old man's questioning gaze.

"Yes father...if I may call you that...I do. I know that she has spurned many suitors and has a mind of her own..."

Baptista coughed.

"But she's the kind of woman I want. No demure little blossom for me , but rather a rose in full bloom, her petals rich and red as wine. I will expect the thorn to match the beauty...and I sir am the one to command her. She needs a man of strength, not a namby pamby of the court!"

He stuck his fist in his palm and smiled, mightily pleased with himself. A fine little speech indeed. He only hoped the bitch wasn't too ugly.



OOC...Soli I hope my liberties shall not be to outrageous. I have forgotten more than I remember...alas.

 

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OOC: No, I like it, ari. This will be my last post to this thread for a couple of days, so take your time.

IC:

Katharina prowled her chamber in circles like a lioness. What was this secret business of her father's? And who was the oafish man who visited so unexpectedly. She had sneaked through the sitting room and had caught a glimpse of the man, but could not hear what was being said.

Probably another man begging for Bianca's hand. If only they knew how much Katharina enjoyed denying them their Helen of Troy. By denying her own suitors, Katharina denied her sisters'. Bianca was far too fragile a creature to be bonded into marriage.

Katharina had heard of the monstrosities that went on in bridal chambers, and she would not subject herself, nor her sister to such depravity.

There was something different about this man, however, this gentleman that her father had so eagerly accepted into their house. And there was also something strange about her father's behavior. Were it another suitor for Bianca, father should look weary and troubled. But he looked positively full of...of...hope.

This was very perplexing.

Katharina straightened the bodice of her dress. She looked in the glass and sighed. Women were cursed with breasts, but Kate seemed to be cursed with a bountiful lot.

Tossing her long raven hair behind her shoulders, Kate barged through the sitting room and to her father's side.

"Katharina, I told you..."

"Father, I demand to know what is going on here." Katharina noticed the gentleman's gaze on her, sweeping her from head to toe. Her skin prickled with wariness.

"Who is the man of this household?" Baptista roared.

Katharina roared with equal ferocity. "And who is the woman?"

There was silence. Then, Baptista sighed.

"Katharina, the gentleman before us is General Petruchio of Verona. He has come to ask your hand in marriage and I have agreed."

Katharina was momentarily at a loss for words. So quickly she was bought and won?

"No, I will not marry him!"

Baptista growled at her, "you will marry him because I am your father and I tell you that you will. Saturday you will become his wife. There is nothing to argue. Now, I will leave you alone to become acquainted."

Katharina started after him.

"Katharina! You will stay and speak with your husband to be!" And Baptista was gone.

Katharina and Petruchio circled one another, eying each other up and down. He with interest, and she with derision.

"What is your business here, good Sir?"

"My business is but to woo and wed."

Katharina scoffed. "A man of words and letters, I presume. You think you can win my hand with fancy words?"

Petruchio smiled brightly back at her. "I have won your hand already, fair Kate. And such a lovely hand it is."

"You are fortunate you did not win my tongue, Sir."

"That, my dear flower, I shall win when we are wed."

"You are a pretentious ox of a man!" Katharina's voice rose and her cheeks grew red with frustration.

Petruchio leaned in to her closely and countered her volume with his own lowered tenor. "And as a beast of burden does, I intend to plow your fields, you gentle creature."

Katharina was shocked at the implication of his words. "You insufferable lout. I'll see you hanged before I marry you!"

 

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"Pretentious Ox, Insufferable Lout...I'll remember those venemous words dear Kate and you'll regret them, for I assure you that though I may hang, it will be long after I've taken you to our bridal bed."

"I"ll die first!"
She yanked away from him and made towards the door.

"Did you know that the young women of Ultima Thule sleep with every young man of their tribe and only then choose which one
they will wed."
He laughed,
"Maybe you should go there, eh Kate?"

She turned to face him, and put her fists on her hips.

"And how would you know that!...besides, the thought is...disgusting!"

He stood then and walked towards her...Good Lord but he was tall, broad of shoulder, a lion of a man, a...so what!
She stamped her foot.

"I know because I've been there and sampled the delights of those simple village girls...and Kate..."
He took her chin in his hand and lifted her face.
"You don't find the thought disgusting do you?...You find it intriguing..exciting perhaps."

She tried to twist her head away...couldn't.

"Let me go you perverted blackguard!"

He grinned,
"That's another one to remember...My God but your beautiful."

If she'd blushed before, she flamed now....He was going to kiss her!

"I'll call my Father!..Don't...Don't...!"
His arm was around her waist, crushing her close, she couldn't breathe!

Their lips met...she bit him.

 

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Kate reveled in his yelp of pain. In fact, she wanted more. Cruelly, she kicked at his shin, and offered a smug smirk of satisfaction as he doubled over to hold his injured leg.

"Such actions, good Sir, are worthy of such rewards."

In a move that surprised her, Petruchio grabbed her hands and pinned them behind her back, effectively pulling her in towards him until their hips met. Disgustingly, he ground his hips into hers, and she felt a hard lump rubbing against her.

"The fair maiden likes to be manhandled as she handles her men, I see. You are a spirited woman, Kate, and Saturday I shall reap the benefits of such a match."

"You-you OGRE" she roared, despite the fact that her breasts were tingling. He let go of her hands and pressed his into her ass, mauling each cheek as he continued to grind against her.

It was a mistake though, letting go of her hands. She reared an arm back and swung, making contact with his ear.

"Let go of me this instant!"

Petruchio chuckled, seemingly unfazed by her blow. "Yes, you will be a sweet mare to break."

Kate looked coldly into his eyes. "I will break you in pieces before you tame me."

 

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Petruchio read over the letter one last time, smiled with satisfaction, sealed it and handed it to his recently engaged "manservant' Ariosto, a strapping lad of eighteen and totally in awe of his multi talented master and mentor.

"Take this to Baptista's house and make sure it gets into Katherina's hands before you leave."

The oafish boy hesitated.

"Well...?"

"He...ahhh knows me Master. Sr. Baptista that is."

"What of it, this is a small town, everyone knows everyone."
Petruchio touched his ear and winced.

"You see though..he doesn't like me. No not at all."

"And why's that ?"
He was beginning to wonder if hiring this lout was worth the candle after all.

"I was caught....caught, looking in Miss Bianca's window as she disrobed one night.
He had me flogged and set on by his hounds."
Ariosto shivered at the memory of it.

Petruchio laughed,
"Well then you know the back way in. I count on you to deliver it to my bride to be before she retires.
Go now..or I'lls et my own dogs on you!"

As soon as he was out of site, Ari broke the seal and began to read...



My dearest Kate, in seventy two hours you shall be mine to command.
I've broken Sicilain mules and I'll break you my sweet. The challenge of it arouses me to enormously.

I can picture you on our nupital night, strapped by hands and feet to the bridal bed, thrashing in frustration while I approach you with my cock in hand. My cock fully erect, as indeed it will be at that moment, is a sight to behold dearest wife to be.
It stands tall and proud, at least a foot in length and as thick around as your forearm. I intend to thrust this wicked tool of mine into the sweet slit between your ivory thighs my little slave and as you writhe beneath me I'll ravage your breasts with hand and mouth, biting the very tips until they glow crimson with painful arousal...

The image of you beneath me, a pawn to my will has made me very hard Kate.
I shall retire now to my bedroom and taking my aching pego in hand stroke myself until my seed geysers forth, just as it will deep within your sweet body three nights hence...

 

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I shall retire now to my bedroom and taking my aching pego in hand stroke myself until my seed geysers forth, just as it will deep within your sweet body three nights hence...


Geysers forth? Within her body? The man was a lunatic.

Kate blushed red, but not just in fury. His words were visible in her head even after she had burned the letter. She did not understand the letter fully, but she understood the intent he spoke of. And the words, while infuriating, inspired her nipples to attention. She ran a hand over one and gasped as a burning betwixt her thighs began.

If he thought that he would part her legs at all...he was mistaken.

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Kate could hardly believe it when she heard the priest announce their union. She had fought so hard in this battle, and for perhaps the first time in her young life, she had lost. She was now married to an overbearing lunatic whose intentions put the word perversion to shame.

He kissed her forcibly, prying her lips open with his tongue. Despite the occassion, Kate pushed against him with all her might. He would not let go. She felt his tongue dive into her mouth and begin pushing against her own. Here. In front of her father! Her hands flailed wildly as she began to hit at him wherever she could make contact.

He bit down on her lip and growled so low that she was the only one that could hear it. She gasped, which allowed him another foray into her mouth.

The spectators cheered. The rogues on Petruchio's side whistled and howled like animals. Kate was enraged. She had never been so embarrassed in her life. Finally, he allowed her to push him away, and he stumbled back in mock surprise.

"Why Kate, you are a spirited wench!" His cohorts whooped with joy.

As was custom, Baptista came and kissed both the bride and the groom on their cheeks.

They sat down for the banquet, Petruchio beaming with a victorious smile, Kate with a scowl of indignation. Everyone seemed to be joyous except for the bride. She looked lovely in her ivory dress which lifted her bosom almost to spilling out. Her hair was arranged atop her head in a wreath, upon her sister's insistence. Kate was miserable. She was donned in lace and frills, her dress constricting her, and making all the men ogle her.

Petruchio leaned in and whispered to her, "have some fun, Kate. Drink your drink, and we shall dance. It will not be long before I have that dress off of you and am between your legs."

Kate flushed red for the hundredth time in three days, and rose to her feet. Grasping her drink in hand she smiled. Someone yelled, "Toast!"

Kate laughed. "Then a toast I shall make. To my husband, the most..." her voice rang of honeyed milk, "infuriating barbarian to ever wed." A roar of laughter rang out in the crowd. "Not one man in a million is like our Petruchio. He has such a humor about him to call himself 'lover' and 'master' over me." She paused, lifting the chalice above his head. "May God in all his wisdom bless us with the truth of his impotence in such a hastely joined union."

The crowd roared with laughter as Kate tipped the chalice and drown his tunic in red.

 

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Petruchhio was caught off guard by the sudden baptism in red wine and found himself, an odd occurence indeed, at a momentary loss for words!
Kate was smiling at him, quite satisfied with herself.

Anger blossomed, an unwelcome and cancerous growth which he stifled almost immediately. That would never do.
She was not the first woman to assault him so afterall.

The table's ribald reaction to the bride's unbridely action quieted to an anxious expectancy as all eyes locked on the two combatants and the brightest most eager eyes of all belonged to Kate's saucy young sister, her cheeks flushed with an excess of libation and a titillating expectancy.

Petruchhio drew a long breath,
"A hastily joined union indeed sweet Kate, but I plan to make our carnal unions anything but hasty,"
He paused for effect,
"...even if they began...impetuously!"

His voice rose high on the last word and with a sweep of both arms, he sent goblets, platters, knives and serving dishes, roast fowl, suckling pig, steaming sweetbreads and assorted cheeses flying in all directions! Then reaching out, grabbed his virgin vixen by the waist and threw her on to the table!

Chairs crashed back and the guests lept out of the way, no one really knowing how far the "General" might go in his apparent rage.
Only old Baptista seemed uneffected, slipping quietly beneath the table, a victim of gleeful overendulgence.

She'd not time to even catch her breath before she felt the hard and demanding body of her husband on top of her crushing her down, his face a mask of grim determination but an inch from her own.

"Now wife of mine..."
He said in a voice that all could plainly hear.
"You will come willingly to our bridal bed, there to serve me with your body in every way a woman can serve and pleasure a man.
Or...."
She fely his engorged cock, long and hard as an oaken staff grinding against her vulnerable cunnie.
"Or, shall I strip you naked and take your precious maidenhead right here on this table in front of our wedding guests?"

The room was dead silent save for the gasping breath of the bride and the excited whimpering of her little sister.




OOC...sorry it took so long Soli, I'm in the dogday doldrums of creativity.

 

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What a beast! Katharina fumed to herself as she struggled under the weight of him.

"You shall not have the pleasure of my body be it in bridal chamber or bridal feast!"

She grunted as she pushed against his shoulders with all her might. Such a grotesque display of manhood she had never seen before.

"Oh, I will, Kate the cursed!"

His hands rended the fabric of the bodice she wore. Her voice rang out, a shrill cry above the silence of the awed crowd.

As a cat, she clawed at his face, but he would not be denied what he intended to claim.

Katharina's dress was stained with wine, her hair encrusted with mutton and cheese. It was not unfathomable that this rogue would take her in front of family and servants alike.

She limpened her body, and closed her eyes as she bit down on her lip, resisting the urge to claw at him some more.

His hands were mauling her breasts, his knee lodged against the sweet center of her. She willed herself not to move in any way.

He buried his face in her ample cleavage and moaned. There was a gasp from a maiden voice in the crowd.

Suddenly, Petruchio lifted his head, propped himself up on his arms, and beamed at the crowd. "The Shrew has submitted!"

A gale of laughter rang out in the crowd just before Kate grabbed the goblet closest within her reach and crowned him with it.

His wincing pain allowed her just enough time to escape his torture, and she ran into the hallways of the house seeking safe haven.

His growl of frustration followed quick at her heels. She would be no match for him in the running, and so she turned quickly, facing him.

He collided with her abruptly, throwing him off guard. The impact jostled them both, but had the opposite of the desired effect for Kate. She was now the one on the floor, and he was standing above her, his ire coloring his face in deep purple.

"Wench!" he hissed. "You will be my wife in every way tonight."

And with that, he picked her up, threw her over his broad shoulder, and carried her flailing and screaming into the bridal chamber.

 

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From the shadows Bianca watched the drama in the darkened hall unfold and as bold Petruchio slung the struggling Kate over his broad shoulders, she chuckled to herself and made straightaway for the spyhole from which she'd watched her prudish but voluptuous sister go about her toilet and private affairs for many years...

She never let up. As the General's boot kicked open the door to her bedchamber and temporary bridal bower, her fists still hammered at his back, and her knees vainly punched against his manly chest.

"THere, there my sweet wife, your protests far from disuading me seem for some reason to arouse me beyond all reason."
And indeed had she been in any position to see it, a mighty and menacing bulge had sprouted beneath his tight stretched breeches, threatening to burst them asunder..

"It will do you no good...", she began but words failed her as she sailed through the air and landed all akimbo and nonplussed on the high deep feather matress.
Kate shook her russet hair from her face, unaware what a wanton she looked, her bodice ripped wide open and her cheeks flushing crimson...bright crimson!

For her husband , abandoning all pretence at propriety had already stripped off his velvet tights and was confronting her with
his cock fully erected, a towering, broad tipped monster of a thing.

She shreiked and made to scramble from the bed. But a powerful hand caught her shoulder and spun her and spun her around.

"You will feel me inside you bride of mine...this night...this hour, this minute! ...your tender cunnie will be mine."
He paused, his eyes like ice inspite of the heat of desire consuming him.

"Either you submit willingly or I'll truss you up to the bedposts and have you all...BITCH!"

Her teeth sunk into arm and the mayhem began.

From her vantage point Bianca tried to stifle a laugh as she watched her spinster sister struggle haplessly against the Generals strength and fevered determination. The results were foregone and within the space of a few moments, Kate lay spread eagled on the bed, wrists and ankles bound to the bedposts with strips of her bridal gown, her lush bosom as shamelessly exposed as the oaken cock which Petruchio was stroking slowly as his other hand slid up his wife's long smooth legs.

This is going to be fun, thought the Bianca, slipping a hand into her drawers and wishing one of her suitors was here to share the moment with her.

 

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Kate was still flailing about despite the binds, and she looked like a woman posessed. What she could not fathom was that her struggles aroused her husband more than her willing participation ever could.

Her face was flushed with anger and sheer effort. When he approached her with his naked member, Kate froze.

Petruchio glowered down at her. "It looks as my good, chaste wife is interested now." He stepped towards her head and pressed his throbbing erection against her cheek.

Despite her initial fascination, Kate flinched and turned her head violently away from his cock.

Her dear husband growled and grabbed her by her mussed hair and turned her face to him. "Open those stubborn lips, my Sicilian mule."

Kate bit down on her lip, not wanting to give him any satisfaction, but she did let her eyes peruse his presented package. How big it was! And so strange. How in the world...? He tugged hard on her hair and she gasped, her mouth opening.

And then his flesh was inside her mouth, and Kate knew nothing of what she should do, nor what she could do to get out of this.

He thrust in and out of her mouth gently, and Kate wondered how a man so detestable could taste so good. His hand in her hair, guiding her, hurt, but also inspired swelling in other parts of her body.

She was sure her whole body was flushed red now, and the feeling that spread through her body was foreign to her, but oh so good.

And then, as suddenly as it had entered her mouth, his manhood was slipped from her mouth.

Before she had time to think, Petruchio was between her legs, and his cock was now pressed against her virgin lips.

A scream tore from her lips that sounded like the wounding of wild fowl. "You beast! You..." her arousal had prepared him and the tip of his phallice was entering her. She gasped. "Remove thyself!" she shouted in vain. And then he was pressed against her maidenhead.

He smiled wildly down at his trussed wife; his wild, vixen of a wife.

 

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"Ohhhhh, " he said, pressing and rubbing his big dangerous cock inside her swollen petals...
"You are a virgin, Kate for true...one always wonders. This would not be the first maidenhead to evaporate before me mysteriously...but yours..."

He thrust in and Kate let out a howl of pain.

"Yours is there in truth."

He slowly withdrew and kneeled between her trussed out legs, stroking his erection in shameless view of her shocked and outraged gaze..
His eyes ran over her body made tawny with candlelight. Her fine breasts rose and fell with each breath, her long smooth legs and arms tensed as they pulled against the restraints...

"No need to rush this my sweet. We have all night don't we."
He slid off the bed then and smiled down at her.
"Wife of mine...I think you need a drink."

"NOOOOOOO!"
Kate struggled wildly in her bondage, for she knew that the only time her glacial resolves had ever been eroded was under influence of alcohol. She'd vowed to stay clear of it forever.

"NOOOO!" She cried again and then gasped as Petruchhio directed a stream of deep ruby wine into her open mouth.
She nearly choked and sprayed her bosom with droplets of the fine vintage, Baptista had provided for them.

She continued to struggle as the General carefully licked every bit of the liquid from the swelling curves of her bosom, pausing to engorge and suck each nipple to stiff erection.
He surveyed his handywork with satisfaction, then raiseed the bottle over Kates crimson face once more...

"Will you drink now my bride or shall I bathe you in it."
Kate shut her mouth so tightly her pretty lips all but disappeared.

"Alas you are a hard case indeed."
He sighed, then slipping onto the bed again, he knelt between her thighs and filled her navel with wine, which he then scooped out with his tongue.
She found herself oddly stirred by the unusual sensation of having her self tongued so, but when he let the liquid drip over the downy rise of her mons and trickle into the very cleft of her sex she was stunned!
The General lowered his face, till only his eyes showed above the soft swell of her venus mount and began to lick the secret petals of her guarded gate.
*Let's see how this fine chalice will deal with a good french gamouching*He thought as his tongue teased Kate's treasured pearl from it's hooded lair.

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Sweet mother of Jesu, what was he doing? Kate felt her body blush as crimson as the libation he poured on her. His tongue separated her folds and ran shockingly through them, forging a path to the small button that would change the tide of her struggles. His tongue flicked over it, and her whole body spasmed with shock.

"What are you doing?" Kate had never experienced the pleasures of the flesh, and such sensation was foreign to her. She didn't know whether her body could withstand such shock. Would it burn her up? This could not be a good thing, she thought warily.

Her face reflected the pain of passion. Her muscles clamped down as if to will her body not to respond.

"I am having my wine, dearest," he purred against her flesh. Another shock hit her as his breath cooled, then warmed her sex.

"Drink from your chalice, beast!" she bellowed.

He laughed. "Kate," he said as his finger slid to her cunt and caressed gently, "this is my chalice. Bought and won with the ceremony of our union. I will have you in every way tonight, wench. Make no mistake about that."

And then his tongue was slithering inside her as his finger pressed down on the most tender bud of flesh her body posessed.

"Nnnnggghhhh," she grunted as her body wrapped itself in heat and lust, though she did not know the meaning of either, truly. "Please stop, please stop," Kate sobbed, her breath growing painful in her chest. "It is too much." Tears fell over her reddened cheeks. "I will die!" she wailed.

She truly thought she might.

 

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*How delightful* Petruchhio thought as his tongue lapped Kate's sweet cunnie like a kitten laps a ssucer of milk, *My dear brides thrashings are no longer in angry rage me thinks."

"Tell me wife,"
His juice glistening face rose from between her legs.
She could have died right then realising just what was smeared across his cheeks and so lushly bedewing his lips.

"How does this feel?"
His fingers pinched the tender node itself and began to massage it in a manner that turned her body to quivering custard and sapped her mind of all save a ravenous need for....
For....

"GOD!"
Her head slammed back on the down filled pillow and she bucked her hips up without volition, offering herself like an open oyster for all his outrages.

Petruchhio, played her clit like a finely tuned lute, taking great pleasure in watching Kate squirm at his torturous teasings.
He slid one hand beneath her fine tight bum and raised it from the bed, inserting a long finger, wet with her arousal, right into the tight warm ass so presented...

"How's that?" He said

"Ardghhhhhhhhh!" She said, and pushed her cunt right into his grinning face.


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By this time Bianca in her cozy hiding place had already enjoyed two orgasms and was working on a third.
And desperately trying to figure out a way to share in the extraordinary ravishment down below.

 

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Incorrigibly detestable! Kate wanted to scream. Unfortunately, her mouth would only make incoherent mumblings as her voice rose along with the burning that was consuming her from tip of toe to tip of head. "Unnnghhhh!" She screamed as his finger began moving in and out of the most unfathomable place on a person's body.

He was surely mad. Insane. Any sanity she had thought resided within him had been dissolved in the mere second it had taken him to penetrate her tightest opening.

There was a sharp stinging sensation that bordered the intense pleasure she was so afraid of, and the pain that heightened her anger.

"As it begins," Petruchio muttered gloatingly before he slid his tongue into her wet, warm passage, "so shall it end." His finger slid further into her anus and twisted. Tongue and finger probing her inner sanctums, Kate was thrown violently into the fire.

"Annnnghh!!" She screamed as her body tightened like a wound lute string. Her "cunnie", as her husband so crudely referred to it, flooded with warm fluid and her cup ran over. She then began to shake as his tongue played with her small bud of passion causing the fire to vibrate within her and hold the crescendo longer than she ever could have imagined.

She had exploded, and wasn't quite sure where her head had landed. Her body writhed as she struggled to control herself. The struggle only intensified the moment even more, and when he bit down on her clit, she only experienced a second violent explosion.

Upon descent, the shrew found her tongue. "Artless earth-vexing lout!" His laughter resonated from his belly and shot up into the air, infuriating Kate even more. "You are a pervert and a madman! I demand you let me go!"

"Oh, Kate! I said that I would break you, and break you I shall. And do not forget, dearest, that only seconds before you were singing my praises."

"I was not! You desecrated me!"

"No desecration has ever been so fully enjoyed." He rode his lips over her mound, kissing her belly and moving onwards.

"Oh heavens! No more, dear husband. I beg of you. I cannot breathe!"

He growled as his lips reached the underside of her heavy breast. "You have the breath to speak, then you have breath for me to take from you!"

His mouth closed around her nipple and Kate was in painful ecstacy. She panted and moaned.

Her mind shouted no, her body....YES YES YES YES YES!

 

[ariosto]

*What a wildcat I have here, she waxes and wanes with mercurial haste!*

Lips closing on upright nipples...hands enfolding the firm globes of her breasts...Petrucchio sucks and suckles, nips and tongues the tender tips and feels Kate's body once again go soft and yielding.
He raises his head, rosebud tight clenched, lips curl in a smile and he lets the small treasure slip slowly through his teeth.
His wifes face is flushed with anger and arousal, she yelps as pleasure and pain mix...

"Sweet teats my lovely Katie..I shall enjoy these many times each day,"
His fingers pinch and pull and twist...she writhes beneath him, yet pushes upwards pressing the fulsome mounds into his palms.
"Yes I think I'll milk you like a lamb for breakfast, lunch and dinner..."
His wide hands open and hard fingers press deep in the soft smooth flesh.
"I so like the look and feel of these round orbs my love that I shall demand that you go about our home uncovered, that I can suck and play at will."

That seemed to snap the shrew back to earth.

"I shall not in amillion years! You loathsome degenerate!"
She struggled once again to tear loose of her bonds and in doing so did thrust her moist cunnie up hard against the General's rampant staff...which slid, quite by chance between her petaled lips and she froze as if poleaxed.

"Release me now!"
She cried in desperation, trying to twist away from the ominous tool.

"Nay Kate, tis time I think."
Said her husband and with a sharp quick thrust broke her maidenhead and impaled her to the core...

" Oh yes!"
Came a cry from above, a cry full of passion and need.
Kate in her flood of pain and ecstacy, thought the cry was from within, a triumphal shout of the 'self' she struggled so hard to deny.
Petruchhio knew it was from her little sister watching them from some hidden vantage point and determined to give the child a show she'd not soon forget.

 

[soliloquy]

The pain was flashing, fierce, but brief. Quickly, the burning in her loins spread throughout her body, and she thought that she had never felt anything quite so good as this precipice she was hanging from. He was plowing into her eagerly, as if to rut her through.

"Stooppp!" she screamed, but she did not want him to. She shook her head in defiance, but she truly wanted to thrust back at him. Her binds prevented her from any overt motions, but she managed to show the contradiction between her wants and her words with the gentle movements of her hips and the heaving of her breasts.

And then, out of nowhere, a blinding flash of...was it pain? Pleasure? Light? Dark? She didn't know, but her body was racked with tremors and she screamed otu her satisfaction before all the energy seeped out of her and she floated back to the bed, completely unaware that the beast was still pounding into her.

She was limp, and he wanted her wild like before. He pinched her nipples, his face turning to where the voice had come from earlier. He smiled lewdly and returned to her nipples, pinching them and pulling at them until Kate was struggling against her bindings yet again.

"No more! No more!" she cried, truly too exhausted to endure any more.

But he wasn't listening to her. He had an audience to please, and please it he would.

 

[ariosto]

"Should I untie you Kate?"
Petruchio seemed in no hurry, he more or less lolled on her belly, his erection pulsing slowly deep within her, his fingers rolling her nipples, his tongue tip teasing them.
"Should I?"

"BEAST!"
She twisted again beneath him but it only served to drive his monstrous tool yet deeper.

He licked the sweet curves of her breasts and nuzzled her neck, all the while maintaining a slow steady thrusting action that was beginning to build another insensate wave of vile pleasure within her...Oh how she struggled!

"Let me go I...I...."

"You what Kate...ask me nice and I may."
He was nibbling her ear now, his hard lean body pressing more urgently into her.

"I ....beg you."

He reared up on extended arms, his face glowing with pleasure.
"You beg me?...do you really?"

"YES...CURSE YOU FOR A DOG! I BEG YOU!"

A frown, a frightening frown crossed the General's face.

'Wife you shall not speak to me so..I think I shall punish you."

He slid from her cunnie all hard and dripping with her essence.
Kate breathed a sigh of relief but also felt a strange emotion, something kin to disapointment.

He walked towards the far wall and looked up at the large VanDyck painting father had commissioned.
He began to talk to it...was he mad!?

"Oh willful sprite beyond yon well daubed linen, I know you're there."
The painting gasped...
Kate gasped.

"Indeed I hope you've enjoyed our sad show, but as you can see my bride will give me no respect and I find myself...unfulfilled."

There came a familiar giggle from the painting...very familiar.
Kates blood ran cold.

"If you could step from your sequestered alcove and join us, then perhaps you could take pity on me and finish what I foolishly started with my frigid wife."
Petruchio, stroked his glistening cock.
'There would of course be recompense in kind."

There was a flurry of little steps behind the wall and suddenly the door opened...

 

[soliloquy]

"Bianca!" Kate cried, tears pouring over her face to have her dear sister see her in such a state.

Bianca looked wild and startled. If Kate had only known that it was wild and passionate that her sister felt.

Kate gasped as Bianca threw herself into Petruchio's arms and kissed him savagely.

"Bianca! What are you doing?!"

Bianca giggled. "If you will not take this stallion up on his offers of sublime pleasure, then I shall!" Bianca winked at Petruchio as he stripped her of her dress deftly and without care for the garment at all.

Before Kate knew what was happening, her dear sister was naked and pressed pliably against Kate's beast of a husband.

Was humiliation in private not enough for him? Should he mortify her by bedding his sister on their wedding night?

Kate couldn't bear to watch as Petruchio sucked Bianca's nipple into his mouth.

"Noooo!" Kate screamed, the echo in the room was but gales of laughter.

"You filthy beasts!" Kate had just enough breath left to whisper this hoarsely.

Her eyes tightly closed, Kate heard wet sounds of lips and body parts. Curiosity got the better of her and she looked at the couple, and Petruchio caught her eye. With an evil grin, he reached under Bianca's shapely bottom and lifted her off the ground.

Bianca squealed with girlish delight.

"My sister in law is wet with the passion you will not give me, Kate. What should you have me do?"

He tossed Bianca on the bed next to Kate and fell on top of her.

They began to grope at each others' flesh and each movement pounded through Kate's body. She was in misery!

And then she felt her sister's leg shoot out to brush her hip, her hand fell carelessly on Kate's breast. Kate moaned despite herself.

 

[ariosto]

What an unexpected treat...what a delicious enjoyment!

Petruchio had bedded two wenches on accasion before but never two sisters, who though they resembled each other mightily in regards to their physical selves, were as fire and ice in all things else.

Bianca was not as tight as Kate, his cock had found a warm slick welcome in her sheath, but in truth she gave a far better ride. Her pretty legs were wrapped around his hips and her ankles were furrowing his ass as he drove his lusting pego into her divine cunnie. She responded like Roman Whore, thrusting her pelvis high with each penetration, squeezing him like a silken glove and crying out in passionate abandon.
Her teats filled his mouth while his hands fare crushed the young one's firm and saucy orbs.

Kate lay by them, her body trying to vainly twist away from the heated copulation of her husband and her sister...
There could be no greater shame! No viler humiliation!

She was wrong.
Her eyes, clenched tight in furious denial snapped wide open as little Bianca's full sweet lips closed upon her nipple and began to suck!

"OHHH GOD, THE SHAME OF THIS, WHAT CAN YOU BE ABOUT MY SISTER?"

Bianca tore her lips away, her mischievious face flushed bright with excitement...

"Kate,"she gasped..."Look at me while YOUR husband fucks me. Can you not feel in your belly the burning spear he thrusts into me so remorselessly...ahhhh...AHHHHHH!!!! I SHALL DIE!"

The wild creature twisted so as to take her sisters tit back in her hungry mouth and her hand glided down across Kates belly sliding with incestuous intent, into the dewy wet folds of her older sisters heated sex.

 

[soliloquy]

Bianca's hand thrilled and shamed the wench beside her. Kate fought back tears of humiliation as a feeling she couldn't define surged throug her, making her think she would combust at any second. Bianca's fingers plundered her sweet sex, her mouth fastened to Kate's aching nipple.

"Bianca, no! Release me, husband!" She began to scream with a shrill tenor as she watched her brute of a husband surge up into her wicked sister.

"Ay, Kate," Petruchio bellowed in pleasure, "you shall watch your sister and learn! This bitch knows how to use her precious cunnie."

Kate would have flushed with humiliation at her husband's unkind words had it not flushed a rose hue of desire. Sounds she had never heard echoed through the chamber as her sister's fingers pinched cruelly at the bud of pleasure hidden between her legs.

Kate's body crashed and tumbled despite the restraints. Her eyes rolled up into her head, it seemed. She was consumed by lust, something she knew nothing about, and it had pushed her over a high cliff. And then she landed as abruptly as she had fallen. Her body relaxed and the throbbing ceased almost entirely. Her body was liquid and heat, but no longer taut.

She heard Bianca giggle, but the giggle rose into a protracted moan. "Yess....YESSS!" And then Bianca's body was imitating Kate's earlier release. Kate watched in amazement as her sister writhed in what was either great pain or intense pleasure.

"Ay, gods!" Kate muttered, "We shall be thrust into the eternal flames of hell for this night."

 

[ariosto]

"But isn't worth the price my sweet!"
The General jerked his shuddering staff from Bianca's moist cunnie and in the very midst of the girls steamy release, plunged it into Kates belly burying the thick hard staff to the very hilt!
The Shrew's sheath was warm and well oiled this time around and Petrucchio's piston hammered in and out with ease.

He glanced at a disapointed Bianca,
"Now wench, wipe that frown from your face and help me with your sister. Tis a night for Kate afterall..."
He winked at her and nodded towards his wifes flushed face, lips parted open, soft moans escaping as he drove himself remorselessly into her cunnie.

With a sly grin at the handsome general... whose muscles gleamed like gold in the candle light, whose cock glistened with the sweet juices of both Baptista's daughters as it plunged in and out of Kates tormented passage... Bianca was astraddle Kates face in a trice and settled her slick dewy slit firmly on her sisters mouth!

"Oh you foxy trollop!"
The General seemed most excited at the precociuous girls inovations.
"Kate, wife of mine, do you hear me?"
Muffled sounds came from beneath her sisters creamy thighs which were pressing the fulsome globes of Kates breasts together in a most delicious way.
"Wife of mine, I think your sister has some honey for you, give tongue to her gate and enjoy the feast!"

For his own part, Petrucchio redoubled the force and rapidity of his salacious penetrations while his own lips fell upon Bianca's saucy breasts to begin a feast of their own.

 

[soliloquy]

Kate was toiling in her predicament. Her animal husband was pummeling her sex as her vixen sister ground her sweet juices into Kate's mouth. With the instinct only God or the devil could give a woman, Kate's tongue delved into the chalice and she drank. There was no knowledge of how to please, nor was there any desire to. There was only the need to taste adn consume her sister's arousal.

Ay God! What has this man driven me towards? He will hand me to the devil with a smile upon his rogue's face!

And with such a smile, Petruchio spilt his seed within his bride's womb as her gates closed in around him. Her cry seemed to shoot through Bianca's body and out her mouth as she, too poured forth with the liquid release that Kate was craving to taste.

The three shuddered and moaned in a symphony of debauched music. And then all was still. There was but the panting of three sets of lungs.

Shame hit Kate in the gut, and anger surged forth. Cruelly, she bit at Bianca's labia which was still pressed against her mouth. Bianca screamed in pain. Kate would have laughed, had she the breath to do so.

Bianca fell to the side as tears welled in her eyes.

"Kate, you evil wench!" Her hand covered her mons and lips as she comforted herself with gentle caresses.

Kate spat at her sister. "Get out of my chamber!" Rage was but the foundation of Kate's emotion at this point.

Bianca, always fearful of her sister's wrath ran out of the room despite the helpless situation Kate was in.

Petrucchio made not a sound, nor did he try to collect Bianca. She expected him to be angry with her, but instead, an amused smile spread across his rugged face.

"Such spirit should be duly rewarded, my incestuous wife!" He barreled down on her and Kate screamed in terror.

"No more, tonight, husband!" Her voice screeched at him. "I am weary and worn, but my teeth are gnashing for another bite of flesh!" She warned him with ire in her eyes.

 

[ariosto]

Petruchio straddled his angry wife, his passions aroused still to the boiling point but her words had caught him short and alas he realised that though high in WANT, he was falling quite short in another department.
Indeed his plow, having furrowed fresh fields all night, dangled limply like a pendulum betwixt his sweating thighs.
A sad sight indeed.

With a sigh he rolled from the bed and began untying poor Kate. Who, with a bound worthy of an Indian Tiger, she the recent object of such unmitigated debauchery, lept upon him with not just teeth, but fists and nails and knees and feet...weary and worn indeed!

She bore him back against the wall becoming even more enraged as he laughed at her efforts to kill him.

"All right..allright, you wanton creature. You've proved yourself to be at least a woman capable of a small degree of carnal passion and that's a start."
He held her at arms length and quite a sight she was.
Flaming hair disheveled, her face coated with her sisters glistening juices, her skin wet with perspiration, her splendid bososm heaving with emotion...

The General sighed...
"Though I'd love to poke and bugger you through the nightlong dear Kate, I'm not the man I used to be."
He nodded down at his dripping weapon.
She looked down and in spite of all she'd been through still managed to blush.
"Someday soon my dear you'll take pride in changing such a sad worm to a swaying cobra, ready to strike."

"NEVER!"
Kate spun away.
"GET OUT!"
She jerked the door open.

"But dear wife, this is OUR room. I don't think you can order me to leave."
He sat upon the bed and patted the high matress.
"Now come here my winsome bride and let's snuggle, for the night grows cold."

 

[soliloquy]

Kate quietly closed the door and, hiding her fury, walked towards her husband and the bed. Quickly she scurried away from his side and grabbed a cover and a soft pillow. "I would rather sleep in a bed with my father's hounds!" she spat as she began making a small pallet of a bed for herself on the ground.

So intent on her task at hand, Kate did not hear Petrucchio come up behind her. It was only as his arm wrapped around her waist and lifted her that she realized this. "Put me down, Sir!"

"Now, Kate, must I bind you do do everything?" he said with a weary tone. He tossed her on the bed and she scrambled away from him.

"It does not take a hardened prick for me to enjoy your body all night long, wench." His hand came down betwixt her legs and pressed, making his point.

Her fight was futile. He would have his way. Tonight.

With a gasp of frustration and a sigh of relent, Kate scrambled beneath the covers and lay down.

Petrucchio soon joined her, spooning his body with hers. Despite her frustration, Kate might have even admitted how comforting it was to have his body so close to hers in bed.

Before long, with his hand on her breast, they both drifted off to sleep.

It was in the wee hours in the morning that Kate was aroused from her sleep by the tender ministrations of his hand on her breast and his growing arousal grinding against her cheeks. Still groggy with sleep, a moan escaped Kate, and she pressed her body into his instinctively.

It was many moments later, when his body towered over hers, his face grinning devilishly down at her, that Kate realized what was happening.

But instead of the screams of objection that she had intended, her voice let out a strangled moan as his fingers penetrated her warm, wet sex.