'Droit de Seignour 2' by Ed Edas
Gaston de Breleve, his depraved wife to be Virginie, their equally perverse friends Clotilde and Suleiman continue their pleasure filled lives aided by his faithful retainers Sylvestre, Thomas and Esteban. A tale of sex, sexual torment and violence set in the early 17th Century in the south of France. Women both willing and less than willing perform depraved sexual acts at the wedding of Gaston and Virginie while Clotilde shows just how Superior a Mother she can be.
Droit de Seignour 2 by Ed Edas is available as an e-book, in all the usual formats.
EXCERPT
CHAPTER 1 - Two Weddings
<There were few days at Château Corbeau when there wasn't an orgy or some sort of 'deviant' sexual activity taking place and this Thursday in early July 1599 was not one of them. It was early evening and Gaston, Marquis de Breleve, was enjoying one of his favourite sensations. He was standing at the foot of a huge four poster bed, in front of him kneeling facing away from him, was a blonde haired young woman, he was looking down at her wonderfully rounded buttocks and slim back while his cock was embedded deep in her back passage.
Helene your arse is exquisite, it grips my member so beautifully and those cheeks were made to be spanked.
The thought was father to the deed and his right hand slapped down forcefully onto firm female flesh. The response to this act was twofold, the blonde wriggled the delightful cheeks while a muffled squeal could just about be heard. The squeal was muffled because her head was held firmly between the thighs of another beautiful woman, this time a brunette in her mid-twenties. She too was naked, laying on her back her full breasts squeezed slightly upwards between her arms as she held the blonde's head firmly into position.
“My Lord do that to her again please it makes her wriggle her head so while she licks my cunnie.”
Gaston was only too glad to please his wife to be, the room echoed with the sound of a strong male hand on female flesh and the unfortunate Helene had another two hand prints decorating her shapely rear. Gaston's bride to be sighed and arched her back thrusting her breasts upwards, the dark nipples jutting proudly from them. She screamed in ecstasy as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Gaston could feel his own release coming, he thrust deep into Helene's tight hot hole and slapped her cheeks once more as his hot seed gushed into her bowel. His cries were echoed by those of another young man who stood beside him and who was also vigorously thrusting his bone hard member into the back passage of another young woman while she in turn used her mouth to pleasure a striking red haired woman who lay on her back alongside Gaston's betrothed. She too was pushing the head of the girl pleasuring her firmly down to ensure that her lips and tongue remained firmly in contact with her sex. She was Clotilde, Mother Superior of the Abbey de Fontvieille and the two girls had been, until recently, novices under her care. Now they were sex slaves to Gaston Marquise de Breleve. He eased his length from the firm grip of Helene's anal hole sighing as he did so and turned to the young man by his side.
“So Sylvestre that was a most enjoyable appetiser what shall we do next.”
The blonde haired young man had also eased his member from the kneeling brunette he smiled at his lord.
“Perhaps my lord we should defer to the ladies, they might have some ideas for us?”
At this point the black haired lovely on her back turned on her side to face the red head, she kissed her slowly and lasciviously on the lips before turning to look at the two men.
“Thank you for your consideration my lords but Clotilde and I have other matters to attend to, you must amuse yourselves for a while. Slaves off the bed, on your knees, wait for your instructions”
As the two slaves slid hurriedly from the bed she began to caress the red head's breasts before lowering her head to take a pink engorged nipple between her lips. Clotilde sighed and slid a hand down between the thighs of the brunette, Virginie Comtesse du Forcalquier who was Gaston's betrothed. The two men watched as the two women began to kiss and caress each other, Gaston smiled and raised an eyebrow, he turned to the two slaves who were now kneeling on the floor to one side their backs straight and arms behind their backs causing their delightful breasts to stand out proudly.
“Well it seems we must find other amusements for a while. Eleanor stand up, come here.”
The brunette who had so recently been impaled on Sylvestre's cock rose from the floor in a smooth movement, Gaston felt a twinge of pride in the way she rose, she was so well trained now. She stood in front up him her arms once again behind her back with her hands holding her elbows. He looked critically down her slim form taking in the superb breasts, flat belly, shaven sex and long slim thighs.
“Turn around let me see your back.”
Eleanor pivoted smoothly on her wedge shaped high heeled shoes to present her back, she had quite broad shoulders which tapered to a slim waist before flaring out to the breath-taking mounds of her buttocks, two perfect mounds of feminine flesh. He stroked his small beard while he looked at her. “When was the last time you were whipped slave?”
It was an unnecessary question really, he knew exactly when she had received her last whipping but he liked the small shudder of her body that the question caused.
“Four days ago Master.”
“Ah so it was, the marks have faded completely I think it is time they were renewed. Go and fetch me the whip with the twin tails. You may walk.”
He turned back to Sylvestre.
“I think we should whip them both, we shall take turns. I will whip Eleanor while Helene practises her skills with her mouth and then you shall do the same while Eleanor pleasures you. That way we are both amused and they are both trained a little more. Helene while we wait for the whip you may pour Master Sylvestre and I some wine.” Helene rose to her feet and walked across the room, both men watched her swaying hips as she did so. Sylvestre nodded his head to his lord. “Those new shoes are such a good idea, they seem to do something to the way they walk and also enhance the calf muscles. The Moor sent them to you I believe?” “Yes, they are the height of fashion in the Italian states.”
Both men watched as Helene returned carrying two glassed of wine, she was wearing a type of sandal. A thin leather sole topped by a cork platform which sloped upward towards the heel lifting the back of her foot by almost four inches, a band of tooled leather ran across her foot just above her toes and gold coloured straps ran from the back of the sandal holding it in place. As Gaston took the wine Eleanor reappeared, she sank to her knees in front of him holding a whip out to him on her open palms. He studied her for a moment noticing the flush on her cheeks before bending to pick up the whip. It was about four feet in length, a flexible tapered shaft covered in plaited leather of about 18 inches in length which then split into two plated leather tails, each tail had a flat tip at its end some three inches long. He sipped his wine while he regarded Eleanor who was still on her knees in front of him.
“Slave prepare yourself, remove your shoes and position yourself against the wall. I will whip your front first. Lean back against the wall, arms outstretched along the wall with your legs spread wide. You will not be restrained, I am relying on you to show us how well trained you are. While Gaston waited for Eleanor to put herself into position he turned to look at his wife to be and Clotilde as they pursued their quest for sexual pleasure, Clotilde had now turned herself round so that her head was at the foot of the bed Virginie was kneeling over her with her sex pressed down onto Clotilde's mouth. Gaston could see the red head's tongue appear from time to time as she licked and sucked on Virginie's sex. His cock began to stiffen in his breeches once more, he turned to look at Eleanor who was now leaning back against the wall, as instructed, with her legs spread wide apart and her arms outstretched horizontally against the wall, her fingers were splayed flat against the wall. Tucking the whip under his arm he approached Eleanor, he traced a finger slowly up first, the inside of one thigh, then the other, smiling at the twitching of Eleanor's thighs and the quick indrawn breath when his finger began to trail between her labia, he noticed that they were very wet labia. As his finger moved on and up towards her breasts he spoke to her. “Slave, you are very excited I think. I do not wish you to have 'the little death' while you are being whipped, you will control yourself, if you allow yourself release I will torture you as well as whip you and fit you with a chastity belt for a week.”
Eleanor swallowed, she knew just what her Master was driving at, in the seven months that she had been at the Château being trained to a life of sexual slavery she had become a masochist, this was especially true of when she was being whipped. She would reach an orgasm under the lash, so much so that Gaston used other forms of torture on her when he wanted to punish her. He traced one of his finger nails across her breasts before tweaking both nipples, Eleanor moaned softly as Gaston released her nipples, he stepped back and motioned with the whip for Helene to move to a place just in front of him. He looked down at the blonde, and used the handle of the whip to raise her head.
“You may take my member from my pantaloons, remember that your lover, your fellow slave, will be whipped until you have swallowed my seed. You will then be whipped by Master Sylvestre while Eleanor pleasures him.”
Helene busied herself undoing the lace at the front of Gaston's breeches as he watched Virginie and Clotilde continue with their Sapphic pleasures. Clotilde now had two fingers inserted deep into Virginie's anal hole while her tongue still lapped furiously at Virginie's sex, it appeared to Gaston that his bride to be was similarly fingering and licking Clotilde. His attention was drawn back to his own affairs when he felt a pair of hot wet lips engulf his member and the tantalising touch of an experienced female hand on his testicles, he looked down to see that his rapidly hardening cock had almost been completely swallowed by Helene. She looked up at him and then demurely lowered her eyes as her head began to bob back and forth. He looked at his victim as she supported herself against the wall, her breasts thrust out and thighs spread open for the whip, he raised the twin tailed engine of pain and called out to Eleanor.
“Are you ready for your punishment slave?”
Her response was quick and her tone betrayed no apprehension.
“Yes Master, please punish your slave.”
He placed the first stroke across her belly, and watched as her body jerked under the impact of the two tails, she breathed in deeply but gave no other outward sign of distress as the lashes marked her young tender skin. He raised the whip again.
“Present your right thigh.”
He watched as she swivelled her hips, twisting until her right thigh was thrust out presenting a perfect target for the whip. The two tails driven, by the arm of a strong swordsman, hissed through the air to wrap themselves around the so perfectly presented thigh, Eleanor's head jerked backwards and he heard a quick indrawn hiss of breath, without giving her any time to recover he sent another blow to the same thigh a little higher, a little closer to her sex. Again he heard a sharp intake of breath, but no more, no screams, no tears. He was forced to breath in deeply as a slim feminine hand was forced between his thighs, a finger began to probe his anus as a tongue lapped at his cock and another hand teased at the sac of his balls.
“Left thigh slave.”
Once again Eleanor obediently swivelled her hips to present her thigh to the whip and, once again her Master delivered two searing strokes to mark her flesh. Gaston stopped for a moment to put his hand on the top of Helene's head and thrust his cock back and forth into the welcoming confines of her mouth. Her finger was now deep into his back passage stoking his arousal. He noticed Sylvestre move to a position where he could both watch the whipping and the antics of the two women who were still pleasuring each other on the bed. Gaston called out to Eleanor again.
“Breasts.”
Eleanor arched her back even more thrusting her breasts out towards her Master and the vicious twin tailed whip. Two strokes, delivered with hardly a second between them left lived red marks across each beautiful mound, this time Eleanor gave a short high pitched squeal as each stroke landed, the sound made Gaston's cock twitch within the confines of Helene's mouth. He raised the whip again and called out for Eleanor to present her belly to the lash, and was not surprised when she arched her back and raised herself on tiptoe to do so. He let her hold that position for several seconds while he thrust his cock deep into Helene's throat and then held her nose until he had counted slowly to ten before pulling his cock from her mouth and allowing her to breathe. As she took him back into her mouth he sent one and then two strokes of the whip to leave their marks of passage on Eleanor's straining belly muscles.
I had better turn her round and whip her arse and cunt before this slut on her knees milk's me dry. She's become very good in the past few weeks, I think Sylvestre must have been giving her extra lessons.
He smiled at the thought and commanded Eleanor to turn round which she did in one smooth movement, this was pleasing both to his eye and his ego when he thought of the training that had been given to produce that elegant turn. Eleanor slid her thighs wide apart, thrust out her superbly high and rounded buttocks and waited for her Master to deliver the next strokes. Gaston noticed a slight tremble in the muscles of the insides of her thighs and had a small bet with himself that it wasn't that she was trembling with fear. The slut is trying to control herself, I'll whip her cunt first, that should slow her down. Or perhaps it will make her spend. No matter, it will be pleasant to torture her if she fails to control herself.
With a snap of his wrist he flicked the whip upwards between the spread thighs and grinned as Eleanor rose up on her toes with a loud keening sound as the twin tails found their soft shaven target. While he drove his cock deep into Helene's mouth he sent another blow snapping upwards forcing Eleanor once more up onto her toes and eliciting another louder screech of pain. He sent two strokes downwards to impact from her shoulders to almost her waist, each left two clear vivid red marks and caused Eleanor to wail. Gaston was now becoming close to his orgasm, Helene's skilful use of her hands and mouth were driving him relentlessly to the point where he would shoot his seed into her mouth. He decided to try and drive Eleanor to orgasm before he himself surrendered control to Helene. The whip slashed across buttocks, thighs, back and then savagely up between Eleanor's thighs to cut into her soft sensitive labia. She was screaming now but still balanced on the balls of her feet with her spread thighs and taut buttocks thrust out towards her Master. Gaston could see her tears splashing on the floor, and feel his seed boiling up in his balls, he drove the whip upwards again, once, twice, thrice, and on the fourth upward stroke his own control gave way, his semen sprayed into Helene's mouth and over her face, but at the same time he heard a despairing shriek from Eleanor and realised that she too had succumbed to an orgasm. He grinned in satisfaction, he could look forward to a late evening spent with Virginie tormenting the lissom young brunette, Virginie was very creative when it came to torturing members of her own sex, and quite cruel as well.
He let Helene finish cleaning his cock and then walked over to where Eleanor was collapsed on her knees on the floor, he used her hair to lift her head and looked into the tear filled eyes.
“You disobeyed me didn't you slave, you had the 'little death' even though I had told you not to. Is that right? What must I do with you now?”