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Flinging open the great oaken door to the steamy tub room, he eyed with interest the sights before him with lewd fascination. It had been some time since he’d enjoyed the erotic pleasantries of the slave baths, and such a sight it was this day. Besides the normal numbers of slaves washing dust, grime and sweat from their bodies, there were two nubile lovelies being worked by mistresses assigned for regular inspections.
Normally, it was forbidden for men to enter the baths—this being the one sacrosanct domain of women. These rites between slaves and noblewomen were quite private. However, Mountbane, having made the decree, found it easy to break the rule for himself whenever he chose.
“What have we here today?” he asked as he strode to a table where a fresh young slave was splayed for inspection.
“Simple examination, sir,” Mistress Lowen answered politely. She had the legs and ankles of this fair flower in stirrups, her thighs spread to the hilt, while the slave’s hands were bound above her.
“Her name?” Mountbane asked.
“Dreana.”
“Nice, very nice.” The Lord could see by the condition of her privates that this maid was not a virgin. As fine a woman as she was, she had been used well by large and anxious cocks.
“She is the property of Sir Ellemore for the season.”
“Ah, that explains this.”
“Let me see how you inspect her, Mistress,” Mountbane declared.
“Yes, sir.” She curtsied slightly, almost as embarrassed as the tethered girl to have these intimacies witnessed. “She’s been filled with waters. The bag just emptied in her behind,” she said referring to the large bladder hanging from the post beside the table. The end was attached to a hollow pipe that had been inserted in the slave’s ass. “She holds it well, though I have fitted her with a plug to prevent an accident.”
“And if there were an accident?”
“I do not take kindly to these girls soiling my floor. We have a place for such elimination.”
“I see. And what comes next?”
Mistress Lowen bowed and moved between the pair of trembling thighs. One hand opened the center portal, pulling aside the flaps of labia, while the fingers of her other hand, coated with some slippery substance, began to probe inside the slave’s vagina.
“How deeply will you move inside her?”
“As far as I can,” she said.
“Your full fist?”
The frightened slave was staring at the pair, fearing the answer to Mountbane’s question.
“If you’d like,” was the reply.
“That I would,” Mountbane said.
The mistress was a gentle sort, but not above this crude violation. Having three fingers inserted in the slave’s interior, there was no problem pushing a fourth inside, or hiding her thumb within her curled hand and pushing her knuckles through the widening hole.
The girl gasped as the first thrust seemed to hit the bottom of herself, and her outer womb expanded around the impaling hand. She groaned as her jaw clenched tight.
“Ease off, slave,” Lowen commanded, and the girl took a deep breath to calm her shaky insides.
“Move your hand inside her,” Mountbane ordered.
“Yes, milord.” The woman did it naturally with a gleam in her eye, finding that she relished the exhibition before this noble lord, while her slave remained horrified, though submissive. The girl began to moan with pleasure in spite of her fear, with her body generating erotic heat that quickly played on the master’s cock.
“And can you bring her off like this, mistress?” he wondered.
“I believe I can,” she said proudly as her hand continued working the hole. The liquid inside the girl’s interior sloshed against the penetration. Then there was a stunning jerk as the slave cried in happy misery at the moment of climax, followed by a pained look of distress as her body’s great urgent requirement seemed to rush on her quickly.
Acknowledging her need to release the water, Mistress Lowen removed her hand with a brusque jerk. Then untying the girl, she had the embarrassed slave on her way to the privy some moments later.
“It has been my pleasure, sir,” she said as she bowed before Mountbane.
