Stephanie's Castle

Stephanie's Castle
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ISBN:  9781780801841
Author:  Susanna Hughes
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Stephanie's PleasureStephanie's Pleasure
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Stephanie's TrialStephanie's Trial
Stephanie's DomainStephanie's Domain
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Stephanie felt a rush of cool air and saw a flight of steep winding stone steps leading down into the cellars of the castle...

Of all the lovers who helped waken Stephanie's slumbering sexuality, Devlin was the most memorable. One evening she receives a telephone call - an invitation to spend the weekend at Devlin's Italian lakeside residence - and she is plunged into an orgy of erotic excess.

And Stephanie's nights of bliss are only the start of her adventures, for beneath the castle are cellars where Devlin's strictly disciplined slaves engage in every sexual variation. When Devlin is suddenly called away, Stephanie finds herself involved in events that take her to the depths of degradation and then to the heights of supreme power.

She looked around to try and see where Devlin was but she could not raise her head up off the frame by more than a few inches bound as she was. She recognised the room as part of the cellar suite, the room furnished with all the bondage equipment. She had been strapped down to one of the punishment frames about the size of a small double bed, a slatted wooden frame covered with a thin mattress. She was naked except for her sheer black stockings held up by her dark blue suspender belt. For some reason, as she could see and feel her feet now, she was still wearing her high-heeled shoes.
   She felt no fear or panic. She knew she must have been drugged and brought down here. Actually she wanted to tell Gianni that as far as she was concerned her feelings for him had undergone a drastic change. She wanted him. She would only be too delighted to have him. She wanted the dream to become a reality, wanted to know whether her subconscious was right to transpose villain to favourite. The trouble was that she couldn't seem to form any words. It was some minutes before she had worked out that she was gagged as well as bound.
   'Wake up!' Gianni was saying, taking her cheeks in his hand and shaking her head. She'd thought her eyes were open. Admittedly it was not always easy to focus them. That required a little too much effort at the moment. She knew Gianni was naked because she could feel his erect penis prodding her waist as he leant over her. She felt excitement again, wanting his penis in her cunt or mouth. She remembered her distaste for him, how badly he'd behaved but now she didn't care. Now nothing mattered but her desire.
   'Now I give you what you want,' Gianni said and Stephanie only wanted to say, please, please do, please give it to me now. He took her left nipple in his fingers and pinched it, then did the same with the right, then alternated between the two. Stephanie felt his penis twitch against her waist, growing harder. He ran his hand down her body until it reached her black pubic hair where it delved down to find her clitoris.
   'Yes, yes,' she wanted to say.
   'Such a big one,' Gianni said, tapping the knot of pink flesh with his finger.
   Then he slipped his finger down between her open legs to push up between her labia. But his fingers met resistance. Stephanie was dry. She could not imagine why. She wanted him totally. She felt wet, she wanted to be wet. She wanted to make it easy for him to slide that wonderful cock deep into her as he had already done in her imagination. Instead she was dry. Rationally she knew it was probably a side effect of the drug. She was sure if he just rubbed her clitoris for a little longer her cunt would soon reward his persistence.
   But Gianni was in no mood to be patient. Stephanie's dryness was another slap in the face of his masculinity. He was furious.
   'What's the matter with you? You not like men?'
   He got up on to the wooden frame and lay on top of her, pushing his penis between her labia where his fingers had been. He caught one of her breasts in his hand and squeezed it then pushed forward again with his cock. Still her body refused to lubricate.
   'OK. I give you what you like. I know how you get hot.' He climbed off the frame. After a moment he was holding something in front of Stephanie's face but not long enough for her to get her eyes to focus on it.
   'See this? This is what you like.'
   She wanted to tell him to work on her, to make her wet, that her body was betraying her because of the drug. She managed to produce a moan through the gag and struggle a little up towards him, but he misinterpreted her message.
   'You don't get away from this,' he said.
   'Let me wank her again.' It was a female voice. Stephanie recognised it but could not think who it belonged to. She looked around the room as far as she was able but could not see anyone else but Bruno standing by the wall, his arms folded over his chest, and Devlin standing by her feet.
   'It didn't work last time.'
   That was true, Stephanie thought. How could she be so dry after that delicious orgasm? Her body was concealing her emotions though, she thought, somewhere in the back of her mind, it served them right for drugging her.
   'Not that whip. It'll cut her,' the female voice was saying pointedly.
   That was enough to get Stephanie to focus on the object in Gianni's hand. It was a riding crop but not with the usual thick leather loop on the tip. This crop had a thin woven tassel obviously intended to cut rather than merely slap.
   'Get out,' Gianni snarled at the hidden woman.
   'I'll get her wet this time,' the voice pleaded.
   'I do what I want,' Gianni insisted.
   Gianni swung the whip and a hot line of pain shot across the top of Stephanie's thigh. The injection of adrenaline that followed instantaneously cleared the remnants of the drug from her system. She saw Gianni's hand rise to deliver the second blow and struggled to free herself as the whip flew through the air and down on to her breasts, barely missing her nipples.
   'I give what she deserves,' Gianni grunted as he aimed the third blow. Stephanie could see him clearly now, his erect penis swaying with the movement of his body, sweat already breaking out on his forehead. She could see Devlin too, at the end of the room, not able to watch what was happening. The third stroke landed in the same place as the first and this time the pain made Stephanie scream into the gag. Only a muffled moan came out. She writhed against the leather straps but they held firm.
   Gianni was standing by her head now. Stephanie could see his naked buttocks as he raised the whip again, this time aiming it downward to hit the delicate folds of flesh between her open legs.
   'No,' the woman's voice shouted. She leapt forward and caught Gianni's arm wrestling the whip from his grasp. 'You can't whip a woman there.'
   'Give me the whip. I do what I want.'
   He tried to pull the whip out of her hand but she held it firm. With her free hand she slapped Gianni's face so hard the blow knocked him to his knees. Before he could recover she slapped him backhanded on the other cheek. The smack echoed through the room.
   'You bitch,' Gianni snarled, getting to his feet. He snatched for the whip again but the woman backed away. She had stepped into Stephanie's line of vision now and she saw immediately why she had recognised the voice. It was Venetia. She stood defiantly in front of Gianni, dressed in high-heeled black boots and a black Lycra catsuit that clung to every curve of her body.
   'Give it to him, Venetia,' Devlin ordered, his voice hard and angry.
   But before she could refuse Bruno stepped forward and pulled the whip from her hand, giving it back to Gianni. Then he caught Venetia around the waist and held her firm in a vicelike grip. Gianni raised the whip again and aimed. It hit Stephanie a glancing blow, missing her clitoris and labia and hitting the soft flesh at the top of her inner thigh. The pain was intense.
   Gianni's penis was thick and harder than it had ever been.
   'You want more?' he said, staring down into Stephanie's face. She shook her head as best she could, trying to make him understand with her eyes what she could not tell him with her lips. She hoped her cunt would tell him, hoped it was wet and pliant at last. She did not want another blow from the cruel whip while she lay there unable to protect herself or do anything but watch the whip fall.
   Gianni thrust a finger into her. She was wet. He was not interested in finesse now. He stuck another finger alongside the first, and then a third. The penetration made her shudder. Her cunt swallowed the fingers hungrily, coating them with her juices.
   'That's better,' Gianni said.
   That's better, Stephanie thought.
   The whip marks on her body were throbbing and hot, as if they were on fire, especially the one on her inner thigh, not an inch away from her open cunt. But they were not throbbing with pain. It was a different sensation. The heat they produced was like the most urgent itch needing desperately to be scratched, scratched by sex, by Gianni's cock thrusting into her cunt. Only that would quench their fire.
   Stephanie arched her whole body off the frame to try to tell Gianni of her need, using it to beg him to take her. 'Please, please, please,' she wanted to say.
   Her cunt had never felt more in need. Her mouth felt slack, her breathing slow and heavy. The gag wasn't helping either; it reminded her too much of a cock thrust between her cheeks. She sucked on it as though it were a cock and that made her need still greater.
   Gianni was smiling. He understood. Her body had delivered the message at last. He saw the desire in her eyes. It was a message he easily understood.
   'I make you wait now,' he said looking into her eyes. 'You made me wait. I make you wait.'
   He circled his cock with his fingers and pointed it at her face, wanking it slowly.
   'Perhaps I wank on your face instead,' he teased.
   Stephanie screamed into the gag what was meant to be 'No!' Only a dull moan escaped. Stephanie needed that hot spunk inside her, the way it had been inside her in the dream. The idea of it going to waste was more than she could stand. She squirmed against her bonds, trying to be seductive, trying to make him see what he would be missing.
   He looked down at her superb body stretched out on the frame, the black stockings pulling at the taut blue tongues of the suspender belt, serving to emphasise the creaminess of her thighs and the openness of her cunt, her firm breasts quivering with her movement, the nipples rigid like ripe cherries and almost as red. While he still wanked his cock with one hand, he used the other to touch the red weals raised by the whip on her breasts and thigh. Stephanie moaned from behind the gag. The weals were hot, long red streaks of sensitivity. His cool hand provoked them, renewing their effect on her, stoking their fires, making her try again to use body language to communicate her desperate need.
   Gianni knew what he was doing. He ran his hand down to the weal between her thighs, the most sensitive mark of all. It felt to Stephanie as though she suddenly had another clitoris as all the nerves in the weal responded to his touch.
   'You bastard,' she would have screamed. 'Fuck me, don't torture me.'
   But all she could do was beg with her body and her eyes.
   Almost unconsciously she was thrusting herself rhythmically off the wooden frame, undulating her buttocks and thighs. Gianni grinned broadly. He climbed on to the frame and knelt, not between her legs but over her chest, her nipples digging into the bottom of his thighs.
   'I wank for you,' he said.
   His hand started to move faster down his shaft. Stephanie could see a little tear of moisture develop as it worked on the hard inflamed flesh. She tried to buck him off her, she tried to plead with him with her eyes. She felt as though her cunt was so wet her juices were running out of her and down between her buttocks. She swore she had never wanted a man more and this bastard was going to make her watch him wank.
   But Gianni had other ideas.
   'Take her gag out,' he said to Venetia. Bruno released her immediately and she came to stand behind Stephanie's head, unstrapping the leather gag and pulling it clear of her mouth. Before Stephanie could utter a word Gianni had leant forward and pushed his cock between her lips. His penis felt hot in her mouth. Gianni grabbed Venetia's hand and pulled her towards him.
   'You're going to help me,' he said.
   He moved to kiss her on the mouth but she turned her head away. He made a grab for one of her large breasts through the clinging Lycra but she caught his hand before it reached its target.
   'Not me,' Venetia said angrily, shaking free from his grasp.
   His anger returned. He pulled out of Stephanie's mouth. He glared at Devlin, his eyes full of reproach. For a moment he rested on his haunches looking down at Stephanie's face. It was as though he was deciding what to do, punish Venetia or fuck Stephanie. Then he made his decision. He eased himself down Stephanie's body until he was positioned with his cock so close to her labia she could feel its heat. He did nothing then, looking straight into her eyes.
   'You want?'
   'Yes, oh yes.' Her voice sounded strange to her, at least an octave lower than normal.
   'You want?' he repeated...

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