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Subject: {ASSM} Lady of the Manor by Kat Ashleigh (MMMMMMMM, etc/F, FF, orgy, anal, oral, exhib, giant, hist., literary, cons.)
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Lady of the Manor
Excerpt from 60,000 word book
Kat Ashleigh
anise.productions@nashville.com
(MMMMMMMM, etc/F, FF, orgy, anal, oral, exhib, giant, hist., literary, cons.)
Part One of Two
A hand shook her awake. Blinking, Jane sat up. She looked into the
faces of Avis and Margaret, both dressed in completely transparent silk
wrappers.
"Have you slept well, Jane?" asked Margaret solicitously.
"You'll need your rest," Avis added.
Jane did not quite trust herself to speak.
Avis helped Jane to rise, and she led the girl into an adjoining room,
Margaret trailing behind. It was much larger than her own chamber, Jane
noticed. There was a tremendously large bed in the very middle, draped in
a white silk counterpane and strewn with fluffy pillows. Candles burned
softly on small tables, and there was a raised dais against the far wall.
Avis motioned Jane to a chair.
"I've been speaking with Thomas. It was... quite a surprise to learn
that he is actually my brother. I thought I had left all family behind me
long ago." Avis's face softened a little. "Quite a surprise. That means
you are now my sister." She embraced Jane lightly, and the girl was
strangely soothed for just a moment at the feel of Avis's soft arms.
"And I could not keep my sister in a whorehouse against her will.
Although I think that what has happened has not been entirely without your
will," Avis continued.
Jane blushed deeply. She could not look Avis in the face.
"Yet I must recoup my investments. I am, after all, a woman of
business. So what to do? How to resolve this dilemma?" Avis leaned closer,
her eyes growing bright. "Tonight is the answer. And Thomas informs me
that you have agreed to participate. Is that true?"
"Yes." Jane was amazed at how calm her voice was, although it did seem
to be reaching her ears from a very great distance.
"Very well." Avis nodded at Margaret, who held out a large pewter cup
filled with some kind of liquid. "Drink this, my dear."
Jane accepted the cup, peering dubiously at the dark contents. "What is
it?"
"Not poison, if that's what you're thinking!" laughed Avis. "It's
simply wine... with one extra ingredient. Cantharides. They are a very
powerful aphrodisiac. Do you know what that is, my dear?"
"No, I've never even heard the word. What are they?"
Avis looked at Jane. The woman's lips slowly curled into the haunting,
mocking smile. "I have watched you entertaining randy cocks," she said,
and Jane blushed again.
"And I can tell you that you are one of the most passionate girls I have
ever seen, in fifteen years as madam of a whorehouse. You were simply born
to fuck and be fucked, my dear. But I swear to you that the cantharides
will force you to a peak of sexual desire such as you have never known or
dreamed of. The sensual torment will be nearly unbearable. But that is
necessary, in order to prepare you for... what comes after."
Jane shuddered. Every word Avis spoke only pushed her further into
dizzy fear and apprehension. She stared down at the cup, fighting a sudden
impulse to dash it against the floor. No. She had no choice but to do
this. And some strange corner of her mind urged her on.
She lifted the cup and drained it in one quick motion of her arm. "Now
what?" she asked.
"Wait a few minutes. The cantharides will take effect very quickly,"
said Avis.
Margaret and Avis turned aside and began whispering to each other, their
voices far too low for Jane to catch anything they said. She leaned
against the carved back of the chair. The trace of drowsiness she had felt
was gone. Indeed, she was strangely restless. Jane fidgeted and glanced
at Avis.
"You may get up now, Jane," the woman said casually. Too casually. She
was watching for something, thought Jane, but what?
Jane rose to her feet. Her naked body felt warm, a little flushed, but
other than that she could notice no change. "Nothing," she said.
Avis looked directly at her. "Are you sure?"
Jane took just one step. She faltered and nearly fell to the ground,
reaching for the chair to steady herself. Oh, God, what was happening to
her? She'd heard once of a great trembling of the ground in faraway
Lisbon, one that had destroyed hundreds of buildings and torn the very
fabric of the earth asunder. But how could there be an earthquake in
London?
"Oh!" Jane's legs gave way. Avis and Margaret caught her and eased her
against the nearest wall. And Jane understood.
The earthquake was inside of her own body.
Jane moaned in horror. Waves of the indescribable sensation ripped
through her as the other two women raised her hands above her head, cuffing
them to hooks on the wall, and then pulled her legs wide and did the same
to her ankles. She was spreadeagled, and she felt them pushing a small
pillow behind her hips so that her sex was thrust out into the air.
The pounding in her head was unbearable. No, it wasn't truly in her
head... it was moving down.. it was... it was...
"Aaaahh!" cried Jane as the tremendous fiery convulsion of desire seized
her sex. Her hips thrust frantically at empty air, searching for a cock, a
dildo, a finger, anything... and then the agony of starvation ripped
through her cunt in a great wave. "Please, please, please..." she
whimpered.
"No," said Avis simply. "Not for a long while yet, my dear."
Jane saw the large doors at one end of the room open. Fifteen or twenty
men strolled in, laughing and chatting. They were all dressed in the
absolute height of fashion, barbered and bejewelled as befitted their court
status. When they saw her, all conversation ceased. As one, they stared
at the writhing, nude perfection of the girl handcuffed to the wall.
"God's cock, what a hot little piece!"
"How long must we wait to fuck her?"
"Not long, I hope!"
"But do you think she will actually be able to--" whispered one man in
Avis's ear. She listened to the rest of his request and nodded.
"Oh yes, my lord, she can. But not now." Avis turned to the assembled
company. "Gentlemen, I welcome you to the Rose Garden. As you can see, I
have prepared something quite special for you all. But I would not deny
you an appetizer before a gourmet meal, so-- with your permission--" Avis
beckoned Margaret to stand beside her on a slightly raised dais. Then,
without further words, she slid the girl's silk wrapper from her slender,
white shoulders, and Avis's mouth found Margaret's breasts.
"Ahhh!" A greedy hiss went up from the entire group. As one man, they
pressed closer to the makeshift stage. Avis's hands went down to cup
Margaret's tight buttocks, kneading them. She traced the pert peaks of
Margaret's breasts with her own tongue and pressed a line of kisses down
the girl's chest and torso.
Then she motioned for Margaret to kneel before her. Avis spread her sex
wide, and it glistened with moisture in the soft candlelight. She pressed
Margaret's face into the pink folds, guiding the girl's tongue to her erect
clit. Margaret eagerly licked and sucked on the hard nodule of sweet
flesh, occasionally moving down to run her tongue along the hardening
ridges of the vaginal lips.
Avis glanced at Jane for a moment. "Stop!" she commanded. "Wait a
moment."
On the wall, Jane groaned miserably. Just the sight of Margaret
devouring Avis's eager sex had been enough to bring her to the brink of
orgasm. All the men in the room turned as one and stared incredulously at
Jane, who could no longer control the thrusting motions of her hips or the
deep moans issuing from her throat. But the orgasm retreated and slipped
away to a place where Jane could no longer reach it. The agony in her cunt
was an actual physical pain. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
"She can't bear much more," Avis said in an undertone. She seized
Margaret's hand and moved it to her own cunt, and the girl slowly slid in
first one, then two of her fingers, and finally her entire slim hand. As
Margaret moved her hand in and out of Avis's sex sheath and tongued her
clit wildly, the woman's body grew rigid and her hips pumped forward
uncontrollably. At last, she went blood red and shuddered violently in
orgasm.
Jane had watched the entire act as the starving might watch a feast
being served. She'd thought that she understood what desperate sexual
hunger was. But she had been wrong.
What she felt now was not desire; it was something monstrous, almost
inhuman. In all of the other sexual games she had ever played, she had
retained something of herself, some recognition, at the back of her mind,
that she was a unique human being. But now she was sexual need itself.
There was no longer any room in her mind for anything but images of the
most perverted and degraded sex. Jane would have fucked anyone or anything
at that moment. If she had been able to reach an object of any
description, she would have rammed into her cunt with both hands. She
would have wept tears of joy to find the monster iron whip handle with
which Marian had threatened her the week before. She would gladly have
died if only she could be fucked first.
Jane shook her head. Her vision slowly cleared. Avis, Margaret, and
all the men were standing naked before her. The men must have undressed;
indeed, their clothing was folded in piles against the wall, and their
faces were studies in pure lust. They had not been permitted to even touch
the two females, and there were many erect cocks in the bunch.
"The time has come, Jane," said Avis.
Jane stared back at her in delirium, little moans and gasps escaping her
throat. She no longer had any hope for relief.
"Every man in this room will now fuck your sweet body," she barely heard
Avis say. No. She couldn't have heard that; it wasn't possible.
"Is that what you desire?" Avis asked silkily.
"Yes! Yes!" Jane panted, as if her life depended on it. At that
moment, she was fully convinced that it did.
And she saw the first man standing before her-- slim and rather short,
with wavy blond hair. She did not know who he was. She looked down, and
saw the cock that jutted from his hips. She felt his chest and legs
pressed against hers. And then, incredibly, at long long last, his cock
thrust through the swollen, dripping pink flesh of her vaginal lips, into
her starved and tormented cunt.
All of life had now become this, it seemed, was reduced-- or
expanded--to this. The stimulation, the subtle variations of bodily
arousal, the unbearable torment of hanging at the edge of fulfillment and
then being eased back from it. Again and again. But finally come to an
end, fading into the past. And, at last, the exquisite, racking
convulsions of the long-awaited orgasms.
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