Taming Maria (10 page)

He leaned
towards her and murmured in her ear. 'You love it. I'll wager
you'll come off like a rocket.'

To Maria's
surprise the feisty lady submitted, and Damien picked up the crop
she had dropped in the struggle and raised it high before bringing
it down across her backside. The hush that had preceded this was
broken by the resounding impact of leather on flesh. The audience
murmured and rustled, hands searching for cocks or cunts, breasts
and anuses. They were aroused by the kind of performance they were
accustomed to witnessing at Strafford Hall.

Arabella
bucked under the whip but remained in position, taking her
punishment, her alabaster skin turning pink, then red as Damien
continued to thrash her. Maria's hindquarters stung in sympathy,
and a strange feeling of envy pervaded her. She wanted his hard
palm spanking her as he had done before, her clitoris throbbing and
her nipples peaking.

Damien applied
himself to his task enthusiastically. He took off his coat and
rolled up his shirt-sleeves for greater freedom of movement.
Arabella's posterior was larded with crimson stripes, some laid on
separately, others crisscrossing one another. The back of her
thighs, too, received the lash. She bucked at each blow, agony and
desire appearing to rack her in equal measure.

Maria,
helpless in her bonds, caught the excitement. It was like a fever
in her blood. She wanted Damien to turn his attention to her. He
could beat her, hurt her, and do anything - as long as he fucked
her in the end. She was fascinated, wondering if Arabella would
lose control of her bladder and urinate like a mare in a field, as
girls at school had done under Mrs Rossiter's cane.

Arabella was
made of sterner stuff it seemed, and her groans changed, becoming
wails. 'Fuck me! Fuck me, Damien!' she pleaded, and the spectators
applauded.

'You really
want me to do that?' He paused, whip half-raised, a sardonic smile
curving his lips.

'Yes, yes...
you know full well I do!' She made to straighten up, but his hand
at the back of her neck pushed her down again.

'Then you must
grovel... beg... debase yourself and swear to have no further
contact with Charles Bradley.' Damien pushed the whip handle
between her bottom cheeks, and then worked it into both orifices in
turn. The leather was slippery with her lustful dew.

'Yes,
master... yes! Anything you say,' she cried, and he opened his
trousers, presenting his fully erect cock to the cheering crowd
before driving it into her.

'That's it,
viscount, give her one, the saucy trollop!' shouted a grey-haired
man in a sober suit and dog-collar. He was fingering the testicles
of a simpering youth wearing a gown.

'Go to it,
Damien!' urged another, his prick buried to the hilt in a leggy
nymphet's vagina.

'Stop it, sir.
This isn't fair or just,' Maria shouted above the uproar, tugging
at her restraints, which simply became tighter.

He paused, now
linked with Arabella, who glared at Maria between strands of her
unbound hair. 'Be quiet, girl,' she ordered. 'Don't interfere. You
know nothing!'

'Would you
like to take her place?' Damien asked blandly. 'That can be
arranged.'

This silenced
her protests and she watched as the perverted pair completed their
gross act, with Arabella shrieking like an alley cat on heat and
Damien grunting and pumping his way to release. A storm of cheering
arose as he withdrew from her and she straightened up.

They took a
bow like professional actors and were greeted by a chorus of,
'Encore! Encore!'

'You want more
entertainment, my friends?' he shouted, holding up his hand for
silence. 'Very well. I can show you a virgin. Yes, hard to believe
though it may be, she really is unsullied. You wouldn't get a dose
of Cupid's Measles through fucking her. You may touch her, but that
is all. Should any man attempt penetration, I'll chop off his
balls.'

He undid
Maria's bonds and guided her towards another device on the floor
below the stage. The audience made way for them, standing back to
reveal a chair. It looked ordinary enough, until Maria saw there
was a hole where the seat should have been. Ignoring her protests,
Damien undid her bodice and lifted her skirt high, then forced her
into the chair. Her hands were chained to the arms, her thighs
splayed, ankles fastened to the front legs and a blindfold tied
over her eyes. Then the contraption was lifted by pulleys until it
swung just above the floor. She feared she would fall and the cold
air drifted round her exposed pussy. There was no way she could
protect it.

She was
reduced to touch, smell and hearing, feeling hands moving over her,
tweaking her nipples and fondling her breasts, while her anus and
labia were explored from below. She did not want to yield to the
pleasure that made her wet as her clitoris was stroked, rubbed and
played with, but there was no way she could control herself. Was it
Damien who reached under the chair and handled her so familiarly?
Could it be another man or a woman? Old, young, it did not matter.
All she felt was the tremendous need for orgasm that those unknown
fingers were arousing in her.

'Oh, oh...'
she wailed plaintively.

The hands were
suddenly withdrawn and pain shot through her as a lash landed
across her bare thighs. The pain was appalling, gaining in
ferocity, running through her to connect with her loins. She tugged
at the chains, but this only added to her torment, harsh metal
digging into her.

'Disobedient
slut!' she heard Damien say, and the whip slashed across her again.
'You think to defy me? Well think again, Lady Maria!'

This time she
was more prepared, feeling the air move and the lash hiss as it
passed through it. She absorbed the pain, biting her lower lip
until the blood ran. Tears welled up, wetting the blindfold, but
she was stubbornly resolved that he was not getting the better of
her. She hated him, was in agony because of him, yet had never felt
more alive!

'I bow the
knee to no man,' she declared defiantly. The covering was torn from
her eyes and she stared into his furious face a few inches from her
own.

'Oh, but you
will, my dear. You'll be subservient to your husband.'

'My husband?
You? Never!' She spat at him, the gob landing on his cheek.

'Aren't you
going to breech her maidenhead?' shouted one of his cronies. 'Go
on, viscount. Show us her virgin blood.'

He ignored
this advice, wiped away her spittle with the back of his hand, his
expression almost one of respect as he said, 'Is there nothing you
fear, Maria?'

She did not
reply. It suited her to have him believe that. They exchanged a
long look charged with meaning, and then he released her, gave her
time to rearrange her clothing and took her upstairs. As they stood
in the hall while a servant was sent to summons Sarah, he raised
one of her hands to his lips. 'This isn't over between us.'

'I know,' she
answered, regretful when the chaperone arrived, looking hot and
flustered and extremely guilty.

'You will be
my wife one day.'

'You can
always hope, sir,' she shot back, but inside she was reluctant to
leave him, dominating master though he was.

Every inch of
her body seemed to have its own particular smart, increasing as the
numbness wore off and pain gained complete ascendance. She had the
urge to be a slave receiving punishment all over again, her body
tingling, her cunt wet with arousal. It was a paradox she failed to
comprehend. All she knew was a longing to be taken into Damien's
arms, comforted, petted and having him make violent love to her. At
the same time she would have liked to see him stretched out dead at
her feet.

'Did Tranter
deliver your note?' Maria asked as she entered Jane's room. Sarah
and Agatha had retired for the night and the girls were alone.

Jane was
sitting up in bed, looking angelic in a white nightgown, buttoned
to the neck and having long sleeves. Her eyes were shining and her
smile wide. 'He did. He found Robin's lodgings and he was there!
Can you believe our good fortune? He wrote to me and suggested that
we meet in a tavern tomorrow night! He mentions one close to where
he lives. Can this be arranged? Can we slip away? You must come
with me. Oh, it's so exciting and I want to see him so much!'

'Calm down,
dearest,' Maria said, her smile matching Jane's. 'You'll give
yourself an apoplexy.'

She, too, was
attired for bed, and she had succeeded in disrobing without Sarah
seeing Damien's brand upon her thighs. The marks would fade after a
while, but just for now she lifted her robe and displayed them.

Jane's eyes
widened. 'Good gracious! Who did that to you?'

'It was
Damien.' Maria found she was proud of her welts, lust warming her
belly every time she ran her fingers over them. 'He was cross with
me for talking to Charles Bradley. He took me to his dungeons where
Lady Arabella was also punished. There was a crowd there, and oh,
what a crowd! I've never seen people fornicating like that!'

'Fornicating?
In front of everyone?' Jane was fully alert now, sitting up, her
hands clasped to her breasts. 'I wish I'd been there.'

'I don't think
you'd like it. And as for being beaten? Well, if it was anyone
other than Damien...'

'You're sweet
on him, aren't you?' Jane accused, but she was smiling
mischievously.

'There's
something about him. I don't know what it is, but I'm drawn to him
even though I want to fight him every inch of the way.'

Jane looked
puzzled. 'Is it love? I feel nothing but tender regard for Robin. I
want to cherish him and I'm certain that he feels the same about
me. Do you enjoy Damien inflicting pain on you?'

'I can't
explain, but obviously Lady Arabella experienced the same intense
sensations for she reached fulfilment and so did he.'

Jane leaned
back against the lace-edged pillows. 'How could they do that in
public?'

'It seems that
some people like to be watched.'

'Your aunt
keeps some very strange company. We mustn't let my Mama know about
it or I'll be forbidden to see you and you're the only one who can
bring Robin and me together. You will help me, won't you?'

She looked so
woe-be-gone that Maria climbed into bed beside her, drew the covers
over them and snuggled down, being careful of her aching thighs.
'Of course I will. Tomorrow we'll lay careful plans, but just for
now, let's sleep.'

Jane nestled
her head on Maria's shoulder. The familiar feel of her so close
reminded Maria of heated nights they had spent together under the
covers in a narrow dormitory bed. It was almost second nature to
slip a hand into the button fastening of Jane's nightgown and
caress the swell of her breasts, crowned by rosebud nipples that
stiffened at her touch.

Maria's own
teats tingled and she needed the same treatment. She had been
aroused by Damien and left unsatisfied. Now she could take her
pleasure with her dear friend. A simple, uncomplicated exchange of
caresses that would bring them both satisfaction. What more could a
girl want than the closeness and intimacy of a trusted female
companion? Yet there was more, much more and both knew it. It still
lay before them, like uncharted territory, the blaze that could be
ignited between man and woman. Jane had almost but not quite
achieved this yet, and she received Maria's lovemaking
wholeheartedly, returning every gentle touch.

Desire made
Maria moan, and she forgot her soreness, gripping Jane's thigh
between hers, their nightdresses riding up as she ground her pubis
against it, her clit burning for relief. Jane responded eagerly,
whispering, 'Oh, it's been so long since I was with Robin. I need
you to make love to me.'

She freed
herself momentarily, sat up and pulled the gown over her head.
Maria gazed at her admiringly. She was so perfect, small bones,
tight muscles, and beautiful little breasts. Her fair curls tumbled
over her shoulders and her red mouth was parted in eager
anticipation. Below the curve of her belly her mound was exposed,
covered in blonde floss. Maria stripped too, and then returned to
fondling Jane's nipples that rose from pinkish-brown areolas.

She breathed
in her own perfume wafting from her delta, the oceanic odour of
sex, a rich, potent brew. And Jane's too, lighter, like jasmine
with an underlying hint of verbena. She pressed a thumb into Jane's
passage and met an obstruction. Robin had not yet entered her.
Maria, too, retained her hymen. She spread wetness over Jane's
labial wings and concentrated on the little nub of flesh that was
the seat of pleasure. Lowering her head so that her tongue might
follow the path of her fingers, she relished her friend's delta,
examining every fold. The tip of her tongue licked slowly across
the wet, sensitive area.

Jane clung to
her, eyes closed, pushing her pubis up to get closer and closer to
the source of bliss. Maria fastened her lips around Jane's
clitoris, sucking strongly, feeling it throb and carrying on
relentlessly till Jane convulsed and moaned, swept up in
orgasm.

They
collapsed, laughing in each other's arms, then Maria said, 'My turn
now,' and Jane combed her fingers through the russet curls that
crowned Maria's pubis.

'You really
want it?' she teased, bending her head and licking Maria's
nipples.

'You know how
much... go on... do it for me. Kiss me there.' Maria lay on her
back and spread her legs, careless of Damien's marks.

With a hand
each side of her groin she spread her sex even wider, the twin
wings, the reddish gash, the hardness of her organ that resembled a
pink gem. Jane could not resist, bending across her and using her
tongue skilfully on that small, demanding organ. Maria was so
aroused it took only a few strokes to bring her to climax. She
moaned and clawed at Jane's shoulders as she reached the pinnacle
and was then plunged down as the convulsions faded.