Lord Melchior

"I want to see your lovely cunt again, Rasha. Spread your legs for me."

Whether she obeyed or whether the guards supporting her pulled her knees apart, I don't know, but her thighs hinged open and that fabulous mystery was bared once more—to me, to the master, to Neron.

"Taste her again, Neron, and this time, open those sweet, pale lips with your tongue. I want to see more of her."

Neron leaned forward, and as the master and I looked on, pressed his open mouth to her. A violent tremor rippled over her body and her knees seemed to be trying to press closed, but the men cradling her kept them wrenched open as Neron's mouth worked between her thighs. The master's hand went to the guard's shoulder and he leaned back a little, giving a clear view of her...cunt, as the master called it.

It had changed, opened under Neron's mouth the way a flower opens to the sun, the full, pale outer lips parting to reveal flesh of the deepest pink, delicate and glistening and absolutely beautiful.

"What a delicious sight," the master growled, his eyes bright but his lids heavy. "Now, Neron, lick that juicy little pussy until she cries out with pleasure."

A grin flashed over Neron's mouth before it disappeared between her cream-colored thighs. He swiped his tongue over those moist pink folds, burrowing into the delicate creases, closing his lips over the tiny pink nub at the top of her slit and her full hips squirmed and shuddered under him. Neron's arms flexed, pulling her against his mouth, his jaw opened, and he seemed to be thrusting that long tongue of his somewhere deep in her and the sound of her sucking her breath in hard rasped into the room.

"I want to hear you, Rasha. Don't try to hide your pleasure from me. Don't stifle those moans that want to burst out of your throat. I want to hear your gorgeous cries as he licks that creamy slit of yours."

Neron slurped his tongue back and forth along her slit then nursed on the little nub again, making sweet Rasha's hips buck violently and forcing a shy little moan from her parted lips.

"Good girl, Rasha. Now, Neron, finger that pussy while you eat her."

One of Neron's huge hands left her backside and came forward, hovering beneath her, one index finger pointed skyward, and as his jaw worked over her pink folds he slowly pushed that finger up and it gradually disappeared inside of her. A loud, startling, "Huh! Huh! Huh! whimpered into the air as her cunt accepted Neron's thick finger. He was moaning into her as he licked and sucked and fingered her, seeming to love the taste of her and the feel of her under his lips and tongue. Sometimes he slurped his tongue over her in a long, slow stroke. Other times he put just the very tip of his tongue to that little swollen nub now protruding from her pale lips and flicked it so fast is was only a blur to the eye, and all the while his finger pumped in and out of her. Her moans were getting louder, more anxious in pitch. Rasha's mouth was open with panting breaths and moans and a little furrow had appeared between her fine eyebrows. Little squelching noises were coming from where Neron's hand was working beneath her, pumping faster and harder as his tongue lapped thirstily at her. Suddenly a terrible tremor ran through Rasha's entire body, her hips lurched, and she gave out a long, high wail. Neron stilled his mouth against her, and after a few moments her rigid body went lax in the arms of the guards, and I heard her softly panting, her pretty eyes wet and startled.

"That little cunt of yours is a great source of pleasure, is it not, Rasha?"

"Yes, sir," she responded dejectedly.

"Sweet Rasha, don't sound so sad. Though this means you shan't have a husband, I promise you other paths to happiness remain open to you. And now, you shall see that your tender little pussy is not only a source of pleasure to you, but that it can give to others the pleasure you have just felt. And you will see, too, that your mouth can give pleasure, just as Neron has satisfied you with his mouth.

At a small gesture from the master the guards gently set Rasha on her feet. The master stared possessively into her eyes, capturing and holding her gaze, and began undoing his breeches. When he unfastened them his prick sprang up, tall and hard. Poor Racha looked suddenly terrified, and tried to back away but the guards still flanking her caught her arms and held her still. No doubt she had never seen the sex of a man before, and now that I know how soft and small a thing women have between their legs I cannot imagine what she could have thought, seeing that pole of flesh rising high above the master's groin. Once more he was enjoying her terror and embarrassment, and his hand went to the root of his shaft, gripping it like a weapon, seeming to enjoy the heavy girth of it in his fist. Then, as she looked on, he drew his hand slowly up his cock, letting the hard cylinder of flesh glide through his grip, until he reached the underside of the flared tip. He cuffed himself there, squeezing, making the head flare and darken above his fist, then brought his grip down to the root once more.

"Neron, take away that stool, and place a pillow there."

Then, when Neron had done the master's bidding:

"Now, Rasha, on your knees."

The flush of her ecstasy had faded and Rasha was ghostly white once more as she tread reluctantly forward and dropped to her knees. The master cradled her pale face in his large hands, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs.

"Poor Rasha. How fierce and monstrous my manhood must look to your eyes. But you'll see, the skin is soft and delicate, and once it is in your mouth, sweet, you'll find it's warm and full of life. And there is pleasure to be had, Rasha, in giving pleasure. Now, take the root of it in your hand. Gently."

Tentatively she curved her delicate fingers around the thick base.

"Now, sweet Rasha, open that pretty mouth and taste me."

Her pretty lips parted and she bent her head, taking the plump head into her mouth. The master's body shuddered and he sighed, seeming to love the heat and the wet of her mouth on him. He stroked and petted her beautiful auburn hair as her lips closed around his shaft, and she drew back, pulling the fleshy dome from her mouth with a little slurp that made the master moan. He watched her as she took him in her mouth once more, and with words taught her how to please him, telling her to use her tongue to caress the sensitive head, to tease the little joint of flesh just under the ridge, to slide the length of him into her and draw it out against the sucking of her hungry mouth. She seemed to have lost her fear and was eagerly learning her task with endearing enthusiasm.

"Neron," the master said softly with a slight quaver in his voice.

Neron dropped to his knees behind Rasha, and taking gentle hold of her ankles, guided her knees back on the pillow until her torso was a horizontal bridge over the floor and her thighs were vertical columns a foot or so apart. Startled Rasha raised her head from her task.

"Shhh, Rasha," the master soothed her, "You know that Neron knows how to please you. Trust him to touch you gently now."

The girl calmed herself, and put her tongue and lips to the master once more. Behind her Neron lifted her skirt and folded it back, and put his hand to her. Even with the master's thickness deep in her mouth I heard her moan and whimper as Neron's hand moved between her thighs. Her hips twitched as he touched her, mewling like a kitten as she lapped at the master's pink pole.

"Hot and creamy as ever, sir," Neron reported.

The master smiled and gave a silent nod, and Neron undid his breeches and brought forth his rod of flesh. The master put his palm beneath Rasha's chin and lifted her face, forcing her to abandon her task and meet his eyes.

"Rasha, dear, tell me. Has Neron pleased you tonight?"

Panting with her exertions and Neron's touches between her legs, Rasha gasped out a "Yes."

"There is more pleasure to be had, Rasha. But to know it, you must first endure a few moments of pain. Don't fear it too much, it's not so great and won't last long. Be still with me a moment, and it will be over soon."

The master guided Rasha to lay her cheek upon his thigh, and with one hand he caressed her smooth cheek, and with his other hand he held one of hers. Then Neron took hold of his stiff prick and pressed himself against her. His hand worked his cock up and down her wet creases for a moment, and Rasha moaned softly, her head in the master's lap. Then Neron's hand was still, and his hips went a little way forward and Rasha gasped and stiffened. When Neron pushed yet further forward she gave a little cry and her face went red and her eyes watered. The master went on gently petting her, watching her sweet face all the while. Neron drew a little back from her then slowly drove his hips up against her once more, and she gave a little whimper. With a look of effort on his face Neron seemed to hold himself in check, only slowly and gently hinging his hips against her, driving the girth and length of his manhood into the depths of her cunt, the hidden place where he had thrust his finger as he had licked her and made her cry out in pleasure a short while before. Gradually, now, as he worked his hips against her, Rasha's body softened and the hot flush in her cheeks ebbed away. The master lifted her face to look at him.

"There, Rasha, the worst is over. You're still tender, I know, but give yourself up to it, and soon the pleasure will overwhelm any pain."

With that the master rested his hands on the arm rests, leaving Rasha the choice of what to do as Neron pumped into her from behind—lay her cheek passively upon the master's thigh, or take him in her mouth once more to give him the pleasure of her kiss. She took the base of his cock in her hand and brought the lavender head to her lips, stretching her tongue out to swath it in her saliva, wetting the whole dome and making it shiny before pushing it into the pucker of her sweet, full lips. The master sighed as he watched her swallowing his cock, the guard thrusting into her, still gently but with increasing urgency.

Neron bent over her, pressing his chest and belly along her back, bringing his lips to her ear. Locked together that way, his hips humping against her, they looked more animal. He brought his hand around her waist, reaching beneath her to tease her little nub once more and she gave a whimper of pleasure.

"That's right, little one," he groaned in her ear, "suck that cock for me while I fuck your juicy little cunt. I want to hear you squeal with pleasure while you feel my dick thrusting into your tight snatch, while you fuck that cock with your mouth."

Neron's face was so close to the master's cock that if Rasha had given him the chance he could have taken it in his own mouth. But she was greedily slurping and sucking the master's prick as Neron fingered her swollen bud and fucked into her from behind, grunting now with frenzied pleasure.

"Suck it girl! Suck that cock. Feel my hard dick up inside you. Feel my fingers. I'm pinching your soft little cunt lips, petting your tender little button." It seemed Neron liked to talk when his mouth was not buried between a girl's thighs.

As she slid up and down on the master's pole little moans were seeping from her mouth as Neron fucked her and played with her cunt. Then, leaving the thick girth of the master's prick buried deep in her mouth her high whining cry squealed out of her. This excited Neron tremendously.

"That's my good girl! You're cumming for me, aren't you?" he cried, thrusting against her harder and faster, humping at her with the desperate urgency of a dog on a bitch, his face all pink and sheened with sweat. Then he let out a growling, "Aaargh!" and slammed hard against her, held still, drew his hips slowly back, then pressed tight to her one last time, collapsing against Rasha with a tired groan. At last, after long, trembling moments, he planted a small kiss on her shoulder, then drew away from her, and stood, tucking away his wilting manhood and doing up his breeches.

Then Andreas stepped forward from the shadows, undoing his pants and kneeling down behind Rasha while the master looked on with an expression of sheer rapture. When he touched her Rasha started and seemed to tremble with fear, perhaps not of the pain any longer, but there was something unbearably shocking in being had by a second man. Andreas took hold of his cock and fed it into Rasha's cunt, filled already with Neron's seed. An expression of rapt pleasure transformed his face as his hips sank against her pale round ass. He grasped her hips in his hands and began thrusting into her eagerly. He did not talk, as Neron had talked, and he did not bend his body to hers and reach beneath her. But he forced her to tilt her hips a certain way, and when he next thrust into her she bucked and squealed and took her mouth from the master's prick and looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"Ssshh, sweet Rasha." He smiled at her with a gentle expression. "It feels strange, I know. That exquisite pressure that's almost a kind of pain. But give yourself to it, and let us hear your moans and cries. Andreas has a way about him, and you'll see, without putting his fingers to you between your thighs, he'll rack your body with a pleasure sweeter than what you've felt tonight."

Rasha's expression seemed to have transformed from one of obedience to one of trust, and she calmed and bent to take him into her mouth once more, but he gently put her head aside and had her lay her cheek in his lap instead. As Andreas resumed his pulsing thrusts the master stroked Rasha's flowing tresses and with his thumb now and then caressed her cheek. Andreas steered her hips with his hand, forcing the tilt of her pelvis a little up, a little down, seemingly gauging the benefits of each angle achieved by the tenor of the girl's cries and moans. When she let out a high, sharp cry and her brow scrunched in shock, then concentration, but gave no hint of pain, he seemed to have found his way. Gripping her there he began thrusting into her, hard and fast. With each smack of his hips against her ass she let out another yelping moan, and that goaded him on, until he seemed to be fucking her terribly violently. But she did not shed a tear, or plead, even with her eyes, for mercy. Her eyes were shut tight and she seemed to be doing as the master had told her—giving herself up to it. Finally she opened her mouth wide and a single, endless cry burst from her, and every thrust of the guard's hard length into her soft wetness shook a new syllable of the cry from her until his voice joined hers and they exhausted their breath in a long duet of pleasure before he collapsed against her. He panted heavily as he lay atop her for a few long moments, then kissed her damp cheek and left as Neron had when his turn had finished. The master smiled as he lifted her face to his eyes.

"You've had your climax three times so far this night, sweet Rasha. You'll have one more, then your duties for this evening will be fulfilled."

She was gorgeous, glowing with a faint sheen of sweat on her pale smooth skin, her heavily lidded eyes bright, but she was plainly exhausted, and had no more strength than a damp rag. As I stood there gazing down on her, unable to comprehend all that she must have been feeling in that moment, the master turned to me.

"Still hard, Zaccheus?"

"Sir?"

Again he put his palm to my groin, but this time left it there, watching the hot blush come up my face. He even gave my hard, aching prick a gentle squeeze through my breeches and I could not stifle an audible gasp. For a moment I feared I would spill my cream.

"Nice and hard. That's good, Zaccheus. You shall take her next."

I made no protest. I could not. Not only because to do so would be folly, but because I wanted to kneel behind her and do that thing to her more than I had ever wanted anything in all my years.

"Undress, Zaccheus. Everything off."

No one else had undressed. Even Rasha still wore her skirt, though it was hiding very little, and the sheer little garment that clung to those wonderful soft, round mounds of flesh with the dark, jutting tips. I did as the master had asked, stripping off my shirt and boots and breeches, until I stood naked beside him, my hard prick bobbing with every movement. I felt a child in a room of men. Not only was I years younger than the master and his guards, but they are all men of great size and strength, while I felt myself pale and small and soft by comparison.

"Now, Zaccheus," the master said, a curious look in his eye, "I'm going to ask a question of you. I want you to answer me honestly. No matter what your answer, I shall be equally pleased with you. Do you promise to give a faithful answer?"

"Yes sir."

"Which would you prefer—to take lovely Rasha as you've seen Neron and Andreas take her? Or would you rather take her place, here at my feet, and be taken by Imaran, as the others took Rasha?"

My face went hot. Be taken as Rasha had been taken? Could such a thing be done to a man? And would the master really let a man suck and lick his prick as Rasha had? I did not really understand. But I knew that I wanted Rasha. I wanted to touch that smooth skin and soft hair, and my cock wanted to find and go into the mysterious depth between her legs.

"I would like to take Rasha, sir."

"Hmmm," the master purred with a wistful look. I had the feeling that he had expected the other answer. "Very well. You shall have Rasha. But not as the others had her. Rasha, stand up." Then, when she had risen from the pillow between his feet, the master pointed at it and said, "Sit there, Zaccheus."

I sat down upon the pillow, my back against the front of the master's chair, my shoulders between his knees.

"Mount him, Rasha, and take him inside of you."

Rasha came nervously forward, seemingly unsure how to go about mounting me, as the master had ordered her. Standing at my side she stepped one foot over my legs, and as she hovered over me for a moment I saw that her thighs were smeared with thick wetness seeping from her sweet soft place. She came down on her knees, spreading them wide on either side of me, pressing her belly to my chest as she tried to get into position. Then slowly she sank down, and I felt her warmth and wetness on the tip of my aching cock. I gasped.

"Wait one moment, Rasha."

She stopped where she was.

"Zaccheus."

"Yes sir?"

"If you let your cock spurt in that girl's pussy before I tell you, I'll give you to the guards for the night. Do you understand?"

"I think so, sir."

"Good. Now, Rasha, take him in."

She sank down and my tip pressed against her, then she shifted a little, then a little a different way, then ohhh! The feeling of sinking in, of feeling the tip of my cock push into the tight wet grip of her body, then feeling her slide down to sheath my whole length inside of her! I panted hard, trying not to let go at that first instant, out of a vague fear of what the master meant about giving me to the guards for the night, and out of a very sharp fear of letting Rasha's smooth heat slip away so quickly.

My hard prick was buried deep within her, twitching in there with the need to feel her move. But there was more. Our faces just inches apart, our eyes meeting one another. Her breath on my face, the smell of her hair and skin. Instinctively I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close against me, our chests and bellies pressed together. Her body was lax and warm. I heard her breathing.

Imaran, the third guard, stepped forward from the shadows. I don't think Rasha sensed him approach. Imaran stepped up close, then knelt just behind her, straddling my legs.

"You go on holding her, just like that, boy," the huge guard said to me. At the sound of his voice so close Rasha's body startled and shuddered against mine.