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His two fellows finished pulling Charlotte’s dress away; then brusquely tore at her underclothes, loosening ties and discarding the garments like so much rubbish.
The revelation was most astounding to the eye of any man who would gaze on the beauty. Did he deserve this much? he wondered. Her body was a lustrous hue of naked brilliance—fair, with just a trace of pink beneath her skin. Even with the blindfold on, her face looked flushed as though she was embarrassed, as if she understood how carefully he inspected her—even at six paces off.
He knew her recent past, knew she would be raw with need. What a miserable fate for any woman so full of fire and spirit to be denied what she did best. Ah! He would relish breaking her body in to its natural function once again.
The polished chastity belt still fixed about her groin held his fascination—he imagined vividly the treasure underneath. Perhaps he was just an addled fool, but he believed he could see her inner fires exuding from those private places locked between her thighs.
“The key?” he asked his man.
Mountbane’s packet with the key inside was delivered into the master’s hands.
“Take care to see that the device is thrown away,” he ordered with a whisper to his man.
From behind the confining belt, the slave’s groin appeared even more fired with pent-up sexual need. As she breathed, her body writhed in near imperceptible increments, just slightly with a most pleasant sway.
“Are you unsteady,” the master asked her in a deliberately gruff voice.
“No, sir,” she trembled at this first exchange of words.
Rising from his chair, he came to greet her, laying a kiss on her lips.
From the inside of her mind, Charlotte endured the close inspection of her body. Thankfully, Sir Guy’s hands were gentle. Rather than prod and poke, the feel was more of an ardent caress. He ran his palms over her breasts and tenderly tweaked her nipples.
Ah! How his fingertips did glide over the perspiring surface of her skin! Her mouth parted more wantingly as though there were hunger and thirst issuing from her wet lips. Her head fell back slightly, hair dangling like feathers around her as he slipped his one finger inside her mouth and without thinking, she ran her tongue around the small penetration.
His other hand was at her crotch, another finger pressing its advantage deep into the unpenetrated folds where her yearning pussy moistened quickly, now ready for some righteous cock to screw her.
“Ah, milord,” she sighed from her deep anguish.
“Your fires have not died,” he whispered softly. Even his breath upon her ear had spasming results as the intent of his passion seem to leap from his tender words and fly down to her aching pussy. He massaged her still, about her crotch and breasts, bringing her need to that potent crest where nothing would deny the result.
“Cum…” he whispered with a hum in his voice. Her swaying body fell against his chest and the hand that so expertly fondled her spewing snatch. Charlotte’s body bloomed with orgasmic swells, another and another still, as her lips emitted gasping mews. As though she wouldn’t stop for hours, she expelled the first climax in tentative jolts—these much calmer than the ones that would shortly follow.
Pulling her with him, the master and his new prize property collapsed to a lounging bed at the side of the room and began to have sex in earnest. On his instructions, his aide tied Charlotte’s hands above her head. Then, as the nobleman’s cock was turgidly engorged and ready, he raised the slave’s legs over his shoulders and plunged his organ into her throbbing home.
“Ah! milord, yessssssss……………” She answered gratefully.
It was such a wounded and delicate cry, as though she were afraid of this powerful passion; as though it might suddenly disappear and she would be left with an empty portal and no hope. She clutched at him with her inner muscles exploiting every thrust as each one massaged her deprived channel. The master raised himself above her so he could look at the expression on her lips and see the way her breasts bounced with glee, and her whole torso shook with the reverberating thunder of being free inside this desperate captivity.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh………….” She cried with her continued pleasure while the surges came from deep within, drawing on a thousand places in her body where the energy of sexual joining had been arrested and imprisoned. She came again, and then with such waves and violent thrashing movements it could not be told how many times her body climaxed. The master’s once fresh erection could not hold out forever, and finally being so battered that it was becoming painful, he gave up his energies and exploded, delivering his seed into Charlotte’s womb where it swam inside her gentle tremors. Her body flamed very softly now as the second wave of orgasmic release finally came to an end.
As the master withdrew, he sat beside her bound body and gently caressed her face. He ran his fingers over the blindfold wondering how she’d feel when she finally gazed in his eyes. He wanted to show himself, but as he’d planned, he put off the desire to divulge the truth. Not yet. They both needed to wait until her body was free of the place where she’d been prisoner last. He wanted her to look on him with fresh, unwounded eyes.
Each time he touched her, her body jolted again. She needed more, but not now. Now, she needed sleep.
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The Lord of Baudaire kept Lady Charlotte blindfolded for several days. There was much sex between them; and several tim
es, he enlisted the services of his aides to do their duty in her cunt or ass while he took the opposite position. On a few occasions she was penetrated by three at once with a third erection in her eagerly responding mouth.
For Charlotte these days of fornication were spent in mindless physical release. She had no idea that her body could go on with such fervor. She’d thought that much of her passion had been lost. But it seemed, instead, she had not lost one spasm of ecstasy to Mountbane’s evil punishment. They were simply waiting for this wondrous interlude of release. After each experience of her reborn lust, she was too exhausted to think of anything but sex and sleep.
On her fourth day at the fortress, Charlotte’s zeal for the erotic began to wane, and her empty mind filled itself with thought—real thought—like the face of this master, and the look of his body, and the temperament, and voice that resided in him. Although the regular binding of her hands prevented her from touching him to explore his shape, she knew that he was not some grotesque monster. She could tell by the way his hands worked, and the feel of his flesh a good deal about his size.
On the fifth day, Charlotte entered the chamber they’d been using for sex—at least she assumed it was that room. Still blindfolded, she might well be anywhere in the fortress, but the space around her had a comforting feel as though she’d left her imprint in the air.
“Pose for surrender, slave, on your knees.” The voice of Sir Guy’s attendant suddenly splintered the calm, and Charlotte’s instincts worked to save her. She dropped abruptly to the floor.
