Stephanie's Castle (7 page)

Bruno stood
aside and Stephanie followed Devlin through the door.

'Bruno's
father used to work here in the castle before I acquired it. And
his father before that. Actually I don't think Bruno has ever been
to the mainland.'

Again they
were in a brick-vaulted chamber but this one had been divided into
a long corridor with small cells running down both sides. All the
cell doors were the same size, all contained circular peepholes
that could be opened and closed and all were numbered. These may
have been the castle's original dungeons but they had been
renovated and remodelled in modern times.

Devlin opened
the peephole to the cell marked with the number five.

'I believe
you've already met this gentleman.'

Stephanie gazed through the door. Sitting on the floor in the
little cell was the man in the mask. He was naked except for the
same hard black leather pouch that the men had worn last night and
a thin chain around his neck bearing a metal disc engraved with the
name
Clive
. Around
one of his ankles a steel cuff was attached to a chain that was in
turn locked to a ring in the stone floor. Seeing the peephole open,
Clive stared at the door as though expecting something to
happen.

'The names are
entirely fictitious,' Devlin explained. 'Now the others...'

They went to
each cell in turn, opening the peepholes. Behind each Stephanie saw
the same sight: a man or a woman, chained by one ankle, the men in
the hard leather pouches, the women naked, all wearing a disc
bearing their Christian name around their necks. Each looked up at
the door as they saw the peephole open, some apprehensively, some
apathetically. Two of the men Stephanie recognised immediately.
They were the men Devlin had used last night, though they had not
worn identity discs then.

Stephanie's
astonishment was complete. Whatever she had imagined was happening
at the castle since she'd seen the man in the mask, it was not
this. For a moment she couldn't think which question to ask first.
She looked at Devlin. He was clearly excited, his eyes sparkling
and alert, at showing off his 'collection'.

'Do you want
to know more?' he asked. He would have been disappointed if she had
said no.

'Of
course...'

'These...' he
hesitated, trying to avoid using the word 'slaves', '...people were
all employees of my various companies. They were caught with their
hand in the till, so to speak. I offered them a simple choice. To
come here to the castle and perform certain services or to be
handed over to the police.'

'What
services?'

'During the
day, cleaning, gardening, domestic work...'

'And at
night?'

Devlin smiled
broadly. 'With a business the size of mine I have many friends,
acquaintances, colleagues. I can sympathise with people who have
special sexual needs, as I'm sure you understand. I have organised
this castle to meet their needs. They, in turn, can be very helpful
to me and to my business. Needless to say, because of the position
of my...' this time he didn't hesitate, '...slaves, I can guarantee
their complete discretion. None of them would dare breathe a word
of what goes on here.'

'How long do
you keep them here?'

'I try to make
the punishment fit the crime. Usually six months is the maximum.
After that exhaustion sets in.'

'So the man in
the mask? He's one of your slaves?'

'Yes and no.
He is a slave now certainly but that is his choice. That is his
fantasy, his need if you like. The mask is to protect his identity.
He's quite a well-known figure. Even my slaves might be tempted to
go to the tabloids...'

'How
intriguing.'

'Apparently
your treatment on the plane gave him considerable... eh...
pleasure. I think you can say he now owes me a very large favour.'
Devlin was grinning broadly. He turned to Bruno, who stood
impassively, his arms crossed over his muscular chest. Devlin
ordered him to bring champagne which he did at once, much to
Stephanie's relief. She definitely needed a drink after all this.
Sipping at the Dom Perignon from the tall crystal flute, she could
not help but feel a sense of excitement. It was like being in the
middle of a fascinating sexual dream except, quite clearly, this
was not a dream.

It was not
long since all this would have come as a shock to Stephanie. But
that was before she had embarked on a voyage of sexual discovery.
She had become fascinated with sex, bought books on every aspect of
sexual behaviour and found that a great deal of what she read had
turned her on. That had led her into the affair with Martin who had
given her experience of what she had read. It had turned her on
more than she would have believed possible; it had created a whole
new dimension for her. Now she stood in the middle of a whole world
of sex created by Devlin, more, she suspected, at least at first,
for his own gratification than for so-called 'business' reasons. Of
course, in the event it was no doubt extremely beneficial to his
interests, having powerful, influential men not only in his debt
for sexual favours they would find it difficult to obtain
elsewhere, but trusting him enough to let him into their secrets.
No wonder Devlin had all this. She took another large swig of the
champagne.

'Perhaps we
should have a practical demonstration?' She could hear the
excitement in his voice, hoping she would say yes but too timid to
insist.

'I thought
you'd never ask.' Stephanie wanted to make him feel at ease, wanted
him to know she had taken this whole experience in her stride. His
diffidence towards her was unnecessary. She was committed.

Devlin walked
up to cell number eight. Bruno took a key from his belt and at a
sign from his master unlocked the door. Stephanie followed Devlin
into the cell, handing Bruno her empty champagne flute as she did
so.

'You see we
cater for all tastes.' Devlin said.

The woman in
the cell was fat, but in a strange way the fat was not
disproportionate to her body. It was the sort of body that Rodin
painted, large fleshy tits with big nipples and brown areola, a
round plump arse with dimpled cheeks and a round fleshy navel. The
flesh was not lined or sagging. It was firm with a bloom on it like
a fresh peach. Like all the female slaves the woman was completely
naked except for the disc which announced her name as Dolly.
Immediately the cell door opened the woman assumed a kneeling
position, her head bowed forward. In this position her large tits
rested on top of her thighs.

'The rule of
the house is that all slaves must obey without question. You are a
thief, aren't you, Dolly?'

'Yes, master.'
The woman did not raise her head to answer the question.

'She is
remarkably attractive, don't you think? Considering her size.'

That was
exactly what Stephanie thought. In fact she could not take her eyes
off the woman's body. In her mind's eye she could see herself
lapping at those huge tits or burying her head in between her ample
thighs to get at her clitoris. She realised she was squirming
slightly, rubbing her thighs together almost without realising she
was doing it.

'What shall we
do with her?' Devlin was stroking the woman's hair now, very much
as one would stroke a favourite pet. It was cut short and streaked
with blonde highlights. 'What shall we do with you, Dolly?'

'Can I make a
suggestion?' Stephanie said boldly.

'Of
course...'

'I'd like to
see her with Bruno.'

'Oh no.'
Devlin chuckled. 'I'm afraid Bruno had an unfortunate accident some
years ago which, shall we say, left him disinterested in these
proceedings. That's why he's so useful to me down here. We could
always have him whip her, of course.'

'No, master,
please no.' There was real fear in the woman's voice.

'Why don't you
suck me then?' Devlin said.

The woman
looked up for the first time. She had blue-grey eyes and looked
pleased to have avoided a whipping as she unzipped the front of
Devlin's slacks. His penis was flaccid. She disentangled it from
the front of his boxer shorts and slipped it into her mouth.

'Some are more
cooperative than others. Dolly is exceptionally docile. Bruno has
only had to deal with her twice. Hasn't he?' The woman nodded,
trying not to let his cock slip from her mouth in the process. His
cock was still flaccid. Stephanie watched as the woman worked away
on it, sucking, licking, doing everything she knew to try to make
him hard. But none of it worked. Devlin was looking at Stephanie
now, that same look he had used last night. For some reason he was
not prepared to ask her for what he wanted but that did not
diminish his need.

Stephanie
unbuttoned the silk dress and stepped out of it. She pulled the
stockings taut, one after the other, before slipping her fingers
under the loose crotch of the French knickers and along her labia.
As she had imagined it would be, her cunt was already moist.
Hooking her thumbs into the waist of the knickers she drew them
down to her ankles and stepped out of them. She picked them up from
the floor. The crotch was damp. She took it over to Devlin and held
it against his face.

'This is what
you do to me.'

'Really?' He
inhaled the fragrance of her body as he felt the warm silk on his
face. Stephanie looked down to see his cock pulse and swell in the
woman's mouth.

'Devlin,' she
whispered, making sure he could feel her hot breath in his ear, 'I
want her. I want you to watch. I want you to see me with her.'

His penis grew
again. Dolly worked it in and out of her mouth. Stephanie could see
it was wet with her saliva. The ample flesh of Dolly's body
quivered as she moved.

In the corner
of the cell was a plain wooden bed with a thin mattress. Stephanie
got up and lay on the bed, bending her knees and opening her legs,
the white stockings emphasising her nakedness above the thighs. She
stroked her clitoris with her finger. She knew what she was going
to say next and she knew it would arouse her in the saying.

'Come and sit
on my face.' She wanked her clitoris and slipped two fingers into
her cunt, feeling a flush of sexual excitement. Dolly stood up and
came over to the bed. Devlin watched as she positioned herself,
knees on either side of Stephanie's body, and then lowered her
round fleshy arse on to Stephanie's face. Suddenly Stephanie was
surrounded by flesh, soft, warm, jelly-like flesh. She reached up
with her hands to claw at the mammoth tits that rested on her naval
as Dolly lent forward, uninvited but not unwelcome, to gobble at
Stephanie's cunt. Stephanie's fingers found the nipples and pinched
at them viciously as her tongue found, buried deep in the layers of
flesh, the long clitoris of Dolly's cunt.

Stephanie felt
she was drowning in flesh. On top of her were acres of flesh
pressing into her body. It was an exquisite sensual experience,
especially as Dolly's tongue and mouth were expertly manipulating
her cunt, the tongue flicking at her clitoris while her arms
wrapped themselves around Stephanie's thighs so the fingers of both
her hands could play with her cunt too. Stephanie felt four
fingers, two from each hand, pushing into her. Instead of going
deep, however, they tried to widen Stephanie's cunt, to pull it
apart, like opening a drawstring bag. This was an entirely new
sensation for Stephanie. Perhaps because of Devlin's size she was
particularly sensitive in this area but she found herself coming
almost at once, and coming with a special intensity.

She tried to
return the compliment, but with Dolly bent forward it was hard to
get to her cunt. Then it occurred to her that there was no need.
She was there to give Stephanie pleasure. Her own was immaterial.
There was no necessity for Stephanie to reciprocate. The thought
struck her with the same force as a physical attack. Devlin had
given her the power over this woman and it was the thought of this
power that, she knew, made her come in Dolly's mouth, just as much
as the urgings of fingers and tongues.

She pushed
Dolly off her and gulped in air. Then she looked around to see
Devlin standing by the bed wanking at his huge erection. She
remembered her amazement when she had seen him do it before in
London. A normal cock would have been engulfed by his huge hand.
But Devlin's cock protruded from his clenched fist as he wanked it
up and down.

'I want to see
her suck you off, Devlin.' Stephanie almost did not recognise the
sound of her own voice. It was harsh and wilful, but it was a sound
that perfectly reflected her mood. It was the sound of authority.
She was in charge here now.

Dolly crawled
over to Devlin's cock and sunk it into her mouth.

'I want it
deeper,' Stephanie insisted, knowing full well there was no way
anyone could take the whole of Devlin's cock into her mouth or
cunt. But Dolly tried and it slipped in another inch. 'Give her
your spunk, Devlin. I want to see it.' Stephanie barked out the
command. 'Do it, Devlin.'

Stephanie was
standing in her high heels, suspender belt and stockings and bra,
her legs apart. Devlin feasted his eyes on her. He watched as
Stephanie took Dolly's head in her hands to control her rhythm as
she plunged down on Devlin's cock. He looked her straight in the
eyes, their faces only inches apart, and saw a determination there,
a determination to make him come. He felt his balls tense. He felt
the silky wet mouth sucking on his cock and Stephanie's eyes boring
into him, commanding him, and then he came, shooting spunk into
Dolly's mouth and watching as a smile of satisfaction and triumph
spread over Stephanie's face. She saw what he had done, what she
had made him do.

Stephanie had
the impulse to lean forward and kiss Devlin on the mouth but she
resisted it.