'Harry's Place' by Ed Edas
Gaston Marquis de Breleve is a young war hero, a noble, with all the rights that noble land owners in France in 1598 had or could take. Which means the right of life and death and certainly the right to use abuse and enslave lovely young women to slake his sexual desires which are, in the main, perverted. In this he is aided by Clotilde, mother superior, sexual sadist and procurer. The Moor, long time friend, slave trader and pirate and a bishop with a taste for young female flesh.
Together with the assistance of their retainers they stage the Festival of Dionysus, the ancient rites of lewd animal passions where all is allowed and nothing forbidden. They follow this by auctioning to the highest bidder the young flesh they have spent the Festival abusing.
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EXCERPT
CHAPTER 1 - The Castle of the Ravens
Gaston, Marquis de Brélêve was enjoying his return from the wars of religion. Enjoying it as a man, who had avoided death on more than one occasion, ought to enjoy life. Hunting, carousing with his friends, and taking his pleasure with those willing women who always flocked around young, strong, wealthy soldiers home from the wars. If some of the women were less than willing then well he was, after all, a member of the nobility, one of the winning team, and in
The large four poster bed was occupied by two young women. One lay on her back spread-eagled, her arms and legs secured with ropes attached to strong leather cuffs on wrists and ankles which were in turn tied to the posts of the bed. She was naked and blindfold, he watched her lush young body flex and squirm within the confines of her bonds. Her breasts, although slightly flattened by her position, were delightfully formed and the nipples stood firmly upright from her large pale areola. They moved enticingly as she moaned and pleaded with her captors to release her and to stop their ravishing of her young nubile body.
The major cause of her distress was the other women on the bed. Not quite as young but still delectable and, apart from a pair of silk stockings and her shoes, just as naked. She was knelt between the spread thighs of the younger woman, her face was pressed to her captive’s mons veneris and her tongue was pushed deeply between the puffy moist labia as she performed a delicate clitoral caress.
Gaston stroked his erect penis and admired the smooth orbs of the kneeling woman’s buttocks. He was trying to decide whether to avail himself of the tied young woman’s mouth, or the pleasures of one or both of the two holes offered by the woman on her knees. He decided to wait awhile and sitting on the edge of the bed began to play with the captive’s breasts. He squeezed them gently smiling at her protests and demands that he should stop. He began to suck each nipple in turn, nibbling gently at each one. As he did so his eyes made contact with the bright blue eyes of his fellow tormentor as her tongue delved into the moist sensitive depths of their captive’s sex. She winked at him and then bent her head of fiery red hair back down as she once more resumed her sensual attack on their distressed captive.
The sounds of distress were slowly turning into whimpers of pleasure as practised experienced mouths, tongues, and fingers wove their sensual pattern across and in most intimate sensitive parts. Gaston raised his head and kissed the girl on the mouth, his tongue pressed against her teeth. At first she resisted but he squeezed a nipple hard between finger and thumb while whispering in her ear.
“Open your mouth girl, kiss me as a lover, and kiss me now.”
Each word was accompanied by a hard squeeze to the nipple and her mouth opened to allow his tongue to twine with her own. He held both her breasts now gripped tightly in each hand, squeezing them as his mouth and tongue ravaged her mouth. His penis was now massively erect, almost painful between his thighs, it was time, he decided, to put it to use. The red head was still busy with her oral ministrations; she hardly stirred as he knelt between her calves and began to slide his erect meat along the wet aroused lips of her vagina. He slipped into her hot wet sex without the slightest resistance and with no more than a murmur from the mouth still glued to the captive’s sex. With his feet braced against the foot board of the bed and his hands around the slender waist of his partner he began to move his hips back and forth, his engorged penis sliding deeply and satisfyingly into her hot depths. Both of them moaned in pleasure and the red head resumed her assault with renewed vigour on her helpless captive’s sex and her innocence.
His assault became more vigorous and the red head began to bounce back and forth on the bed as he thrust his large rigid member its full length into her. She slid her hands up the belly of their captive until she reached her breasts and then took a firm grip on both nipples with the forefinger and thumb of each hand. She was gasping now with obvious passion as he ruthlessly maintained his thrusts deep into her sex. Her cries of pleasure were muffled as she continued to use her lips and tongue on the helpless girl spread beneath her. Gaston held the red head’s waist in a vice like grip, the front of his thighs slapped against the tops of her thighs and her buttocks as he continued to ream her mercilessly. The helpless third party suddenly began to make a curious yelping noise and her body bucked beneath that of the woman who was violating her. The red head also began to moan loudly and then scream as her orgasm took control of her. Gaston continued to thrust until he suddenly stiffened and cried out.
“Ahhh... fuck you....fuck you....fuck you....Your cunt is just so tight.”
As he spoke he pulled himself from her and the final spurts of his semen splattered the red head’s buttocks, the silvery trails standing out clearly on her almost pure white skin. The young girl was sobbing bitterly.
“What have you done to me? Why have you done this? Release me please Mother Superior this is not right.”
The red head crawled forward on the bed until she straddled the captive’s belly. Semen dripped stickily down onto that heaving belly as she bent to kiss her helpless captive on the lips. The young girl tried to avoid the kiss but the red head held her chin with one hand. Suddenly she drew back her other hand and slapped the young girl on the cheek.
“Open your mouth; let my tongue in bitch. Don’t try to resist me or you will regret it.”
She bent to kiss the girl again but once again the girl tried to move her head and kept her mouth closed. The red head reached up and undid first one and then the other of the ropes restraining the girl’s wrists. She turned to Gaston who was watching proceedings while sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Undo her ankles, lets give her a taste of the whip. See if that will make her more obedient.”
Seconds later the unfortunate young girl, who could not have been more than eighteen years old was pulled from the bed onto the floor and then dragged by her ankles until she was lying at the end of the bed. The red head turned to Gaston.
“Help me lift her up please my Lord. Let’s have her standing on one leg with her arms up in the air. That should expose her nicely for the whip.”
The words were spoken loudly and were clearly intended to frighten her young captive. They had the desired effect, the girl still wearing her blindfold burst into a flood of tears and began to beg her captors.
“No, no, please...please don’t whip me. Please Mother Superior, please I have done nothing wrong please release me. Please don’t whip me, “
The red head grinned at Gaston.
“Too late my girl, too late. You will learn to obey instantly and without question or face the consequences. Now my Lord, help me please.”
Two ropes were quickly attached to wrist cuffs and within seconds these ropes were attached high up on the posts of the bed spreading the girl’s arms out and up. The red head attached another rope to the girl’s left ankle cuff and, to wails of protest, dragged the girl’s foot off the floor and then upwards until she was balanced on her right leg with her left foot some three feet off the floor and the rope attached to it tied off securely halfway up the bed post. She stood back alongside Gaston and admired their handiwork. Gaston ran his hands over the soft satin skin of their captive enjoying the feel of the firm but trembling young body. As he did this the girl, Agnes, was crying and pleading with Clotilde to tell him to stop and to release her. Clotilde returned carrying a multi strand whip and removed the blindfold; the girl began to cry even more bitterly.
“Why are you going to whip me mother superior? You told us that today we were to learn more about how to serve the Lord and our Lady. Why are you doing this to me?”
She sniffed and sobbed her way through the sentence. Clotilde let her finish before using the handle of the whip to raise her head.
“Agnes you are learning to serve your Lord and Lady. The Marquis is the Lord and I am the Lady and you and the others are going to learn to serve us. I’m going to whip you now in front of the others so that you all may learn the perils of refusing to serve as instructed.”
She went to a door opened it and called out.
“Bring them in.”
There was a sound of shuffling feet and then a blond haired man appeared, he had a grip on the arms of two young women dressed in the basic brown habit and white wimple of the local convent of Marie Therese. They were also wearing the same leather wrist cuffs as Agnes and their wrists were clipped together behind their backs. They both stopped, or tried to stop, when they saw Agnes naked and spread before them. The blonde haired man dragged them forward until they were in the room facing Agnes. Another man, this time dark haired followed them, he too was dragging two unwilling young women, as with the others they were dressed in nuns habits and had their wrists clipped together behind their backs. Finally another man appeared, he was brown haired powerfully built and dragging another young women by the arm. The five young women were lined up in front of Agnes about three paces away from her. Gaston still naked with his penis half erect but apparently unconcerned by his nudity strode to the blonde haired man who had entered first, he held out his hand and the other man took it.
“Thomas it’s good to see you, I see you have brought the new recruits. There were no problems I trust.”
“Problems my lord, no of course not. Why should there be problems? They are only young women and the Mother Superior was with us.”
“True. Gaston replied. He turned to the other two men and held out his hand to the dark haired Latin looking one who had entered second. He held out a hand to shake hands and as he did so his other hand caressed Agnes across her belly and breasts. She moaned and writhed within her bonds and two or three of the other girls whimpered and turned their heads. The two men shook hands.
“Esteban it is good to see you again. As you can see we have already started proceedings with one of these little pigeons, she has been plucked and tied and is now ready for basting.”
He turned smiling to the last male member of the party, the brown haired powerfully built man who had entered the bedroom last, and shook his hand.
“Sylvestre, you are looking well I understand that you are totally recovered from your wounds. Is that so?”
Sylvestre smiled and spoke; he had a deep voice which resonated around the room.
“Most definitely my Lord, ready for the chase and some sport. I see we have several birds ready for plucking. I hope I may assist with that and with serving them out as well.”
Gaston and the other two men and Clotilde laughed heartily at this and one of the young women cried out.
“No this cannot be. Mother Superior what is happening?”
Clotilde turned on her savagely, slapping her face hard on both cheeks.
“Be quite Marie. When I wish to hear from you I will ask, until then remain silent. Now before I commence the chastisement of Agnes I want the rest of these naked and on their knees. Please assist me Gentlemen.”
There were screams and pleas from the five young women but the three men and Clotilde worked as two teams. One held their captive by the arms while her wrists were released, the other then bent and pulled the habit upwards over the young woman’s head. Their simple undergarments quickly followed before the wrist cuffs were used once again to fasten their wrists behind them. Very soon all five were stripped and had been forced to their knees in a line before Agnes. Three of them were sobbing and were soon joined by the other two when Clotilde walked along in front of them kicking their knees and screaming at them.
“Useless sluts. Have you no respect? When you are in the presence of your Lord you keep your knees apart. Spread yourselves now or you will follow Agnes as soon as I have finished her punishment.”
On hearing this all but one girl shuffled her knees apart but one remained doubled over her head resting on the floor as she sobbed bitterly. Clotilde grasped the hair on the back of her head and pulled her head up until she could look the young woman in the eyes.
“Are you deaf Chloe? Move your knees apart now or suffer the consequences.”
“But it is a sin Mother Superior for a man to see me so.”
“I tell you what is sinful and what isn’t Chloe, and arguing with me is a sin for which you will be punished.”
She turned to Thomas and Esteban who were smiling as they listened to the exchange.
“Open the slut’s legs for her.”
Chloe screamed with shock and outrage as the two strong young men each placed a hand mid way up the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh and pulled her legs apart. Before releasing her both of them slid their hands up and down the warm silken skin, Esteban murmured in her ear.
“Nice, smooth, but firm, I’ll enjoy that later.”
Chloe cried even more but remained kneeling upright with her thighs apart. Clotilde strutted in front of the row of kneeling snivelling young women. The four men stood behind their captives, Gaston moved forward until his thighs were pressing against the back of one of them, a slim brunette. His penis touched her hair and then her left ear; she shuddered but warned by the pressure of his right hand on her shoulder, she did not try to move away. Gaston thought Clotilde looked magnificent as she strode back and forth in front of them all, her firm breasts, topped with dusky pink nipples moved slightly as she walked and he could see the svelte movement of muscles in her thighs and buttocks. His erection started to grow and he pushed it into the shining almost black hair of the young nun at his feet. Clotilde looked at the five kneeling nuns and smiled.
“Look at Agnes. She thought that she could refuse an instruction given to her by her Mistress, that’s me. I am no longer Mother Superior I am now your Mistress and you will obey any instruction that I give you instantly and with pleasure. If you fail to do this you will be punished without any further warning. Agnes is being punished now, it is a light punishment because it is her first offence but, be warned, future punishments will not be so light nor will they all involve a whip, there are many other ways of inflicting pain and I know them all. You should also know that I enjoy inflicting pain. Now Agnes, it is time for your punishment.”
She turned to face away from her audience. Gaston looked at her with lust in his eyes and his heart, the over the ankle black boots with their slim high heels, the long firm silk stocking clad thighs the firm buttocks which rippled as she moved. He watched as her arm was raised, the tails of the whip blurring as she drew her arm back, the horrified expression on the face of Agnes and then the scream as the nine leather thongs impacted on Agnes’s breasts. The girl at his knees jumped and cried out as, indeed, did all the other young women watching. Gaston’s penis grew even harder and he watched with eager anticipation as Clotilde swung the whip again. This time Agnes screamed even more loudly as the whip hit both her exposed sex and her left thigh. If her hands had not been tied firmly above her head she would probably have collapsed. Clotilde showed no mercy, the whip swung again and again, each movement of her body and that of her hapless target inflamed Gaston’s senses. His cock was a rigid bar now, as hard as his sword which hung in its scabbard by the bedroom door. He grasped the head of the brunette and twisted it until her mouth was against his member. She tried to turn away; he bent down and murmured in her ear.
“If you don’t want to take her place you will take me in your mouth. Refuse and I will whip you harder and more mercilessly than she is being whipped. Now suck me.”
His cock pushed against her lips and he smiled as they opened and she took him into the hot, wet confines of her mouth. The whipping continued and as he gently moved his hips forcing his cock in and out of the brunette’s mouth he realised just how clever Clotilde had been in tying Agnes as she had. The way the girl’s leg had been raised made her thighs and sex a perfect target and by pulling her arms so high above her head her breasts had been thrust out also turning them into a perfect target. Agnes was no longer screaming, merely grunting as each blow landed leaving a welt on her pale skin. Her tears ran down her whip marked breasts before dripping onto the floor and her body shook with each blow. Clotilde was sweating now, her body, slicked with moisture, looked even more magnificent to Gaston as he continued to take his pleasure between the hot wet lips of the young woman on her knees before him. Clotilde stopped the whipping. She held the handle of the whip in one hand, the end of the tails in the other and then looped the whip around Agnes’s neck. She pulled the young woman’s head forward.
“Now Agnes, beg to be allowed to kiss your Mistress, say it loudly, I want everyone to hear you.”
For a few seconds there was silence and then Agnes sniffed back her tears.
“Please Mistress let me kiss you.”
“You may kiss me slave.”
Clotilde pulled the whip tighter and her lips met with those of Agnes, there was a shocked gasp from two or three of the kneeling young nuns. Gaston moved around until he was facing the brunette and pushed his cock deep into her throat. Her eyes looked wildly up at him, she tried to move her head but he held her firmly as he thrust himself into her mouth, his thighs tingling with the rush of seed boiling up in his balls. He held her, unaware and unconcerned that all the others were now watching them as he gasped in ecstasy while the contents of his balls emptied in her mouth and then, as he withdrew, over her face. He stood panting for some seconds before smiling at his three male accomplices.
“This one has some talent, but I’m sure with our excellent tutelage they will all be as accomplished in the coming few days. Now I believe Chloe has to be punished, Sylvestre and Thomas if you could put her in place of Agnes I will perform the chastisement.”
The afternoon and night continued with each young woman being used by all four men and Clotilde. One of them was a virgin, Heléne, a beautiful tall willowy blonde with a high superbly shaped seat and full bust. This news, when it was revealed, was greeted with great jubilation by the four men and Clotilde. It was decided there and then to keep her intact until the day of the ‘festival’ and for the rest of the evening she was used for oral and anal sex only.