Stephanie pulled aside the corner of the vast modern tapestry that covered the stone wall beside the marble staircase in the vestibule of the castle, to reveal a solid wooden door.
'Very mysterious,' Jacqui commented. She felt a peculiar mixture of trepidation and excitement; if she were honest with herself there was a strong element of real sexual arousal too.
'Be careful,' Stephanie warned leading the way down the stone steps, the women's high heels echoing through the vaulted cellars.
At the bottom of the stairs she lead them across the stone floor, passed the wine racks and discarded detritus of the years, to the door of the slave's quarters.
Terry looked at his wife in the dim light. 'Are you excited?' he asked squeezing her hand.
'I don't know what I feel,' she said honestly.
The heavy wooden door swung open in response to Stephanie's knock. Bruno stood aside to let them in. Terry and Jacqui eyed his bizarre costume.
'This is Bruno, keeper of the keys. He's a mute, I'm afraid. And effectively a eunuch.'
'A eunuch,' Jacqui's voice sounded momentarily alarmed.
'Oh not deliberate.' Stephanie laughed. 'He had an unfortunate accident.'
'What a relief,' Jacqui said laughing too.
Stephanie had made some changes in the cellars since she had taken over responsibility. Previously all the slaves had been kept - once returned from the garden, showered and fed - in their individual cells where they were restricted by a chain attached to their ankle and locked to the floor. A guest would go from cell to cell to make his or her choice. But Stephanie had decided it would be better if all the slaves were seen together, whenever there were guests, and only returned to their own cells after the choice had been made. In this way guests could make comparisons more easily.
It was not a change the male slaves had welcomed.
Chained into their metal pouches surrounded by naked and often attractive females made their lives distinctly more uncomfortable.
At the far end of the corridor containing the cell cubicles a large area had been cleared. The slaves were now all chained here, not, as before, by the ankle, but by a short chain from a thick leather collar around their necks. This, in turn, was attached to a metal ring set into the stone wall. The chains were not long enough for any of the slaves to be able to touch each other.
Stephanie lead the way along the corridor. Bruno brought up the rear.
'These are the individual cells,' she said indicating the doors along the corridor. 'And these,' she said as they got to the end of the passage, 'are the slaves.'
There were ten slaves in the stiff leather collars standing tethered to the wall, six women and four men. Two of the collars hung empty, their occupants already sent up to Mrs Bloom.
'My God,' Terry whispered. Though he had been told what to expect upstairs in the dining room the reality took him completely by surprise. His wife had the same reaction. They stood mouths open hardly believing what they saw. But as their eyes roamed the naked, in the case of the women, and near naked, in the case of the men, bodies their astonishment was superseded by a stronger reaction.
They were still holding hands. Jacqui squeezed her husband's hand strongly. She could feel his surge of lust like the tingling of electricity. It perfectly matched her own.
Whereas Grace was chained to the wall with the other slaves, Andrew, the other newcomer, was spread-eagled against the opposite stone wall, his wrists and ankles strapped into leather cuffs, which, in turn, were chained to metal rings in the stone work. The chains were short and his stomach was pressed against the rough stone, his face turned to one side. He was gagged by a hard ball of leather held in place by a black leather strap.
It took little imagination to guess that he had been whipped. Bright red welts crisscrossed his firm but very white buttocks.
'What's he done?' Jacqui asked, her voice betraying her excitement, suddenly pitched high and reedy.
'Andrew thought that this was the easy option,' Stephanie explained. 'I told you they were all thieves. This isn't meant to be a holiday.'
Jacqui walked over to Andrew her silk dress rustling as she moved, her high heels clacking on the stone flags of the floor.
'Can I touch?'
'You can do anything you want,' Stephanie assured her.
Jacqui extended her hand tentatively at first. When it was still inches from Andrew's arse she felt the heat it was radiating like an electric fire.
'It's so hot,' she said. She touched his buttock, rubbing it with her hand. She looked into his eyes. Her touch felt cool on his tortured flesh. He pleaded with his eyes for her to caress all of it, soothe it. 'So hot,' she said almost to herself.
Moving forward again, she pressed the silk of the dress against the tortured flesh. The silk was so cool he could not suppress a moan of pleasure behind the gag. 'More please,' he tried to say with his eyes. But that was not what Jacqui had in mind. Instead she stepped away and raised her hand to slap it down firmly on his buttock. He winced through the gag.
'Do you mind?' she asked Stephanie.
'I told you...'
But before Stephanie could finish Jacqui's hand had delivered another blow, harder this time, her palm tingling from the impact. The thwack of flesh on flesh echoed through the vaulted cellar.
Terry came up behind his wife. His erection, already growing at the spectacle of the slaves, hardened by the sight of his wife, her eyes wild with excitement, slapping the helpless man. He pressed himself into her back and ran his hands up to squeeze both her large breasts under the strapless dress.
'You're very excited, aren't you?' he whispered into her ear.
'Oh yes, yes,' she replied turning her head so she could kiss him on the mouth and pressing herself back on to him at the same time, feeling his hardness between her buttocks. 'Could we take him somewhere private?' she asked Stephanie.
'Anything you want. But he is on punishment. He is not allowed to have a good time.'
'Don't worry. That was not what I had in mind,' Jacqui said, her tongue unconsciously poised between her lips. She rubbed Andrew's hot arse again. 'I don't think he'll imagine being here is an easy option when I've finished with him.' There was a hard edge to her voice Stephanie had not heard before.
'We'll put him in the bondage room - through here. I'll show you.'
Stephanie opened the door into the other suite of rooms.
She showed them the two bedrooms and bathrooms and then the bondage room. The latter produced another astonished reaction. Almost as if they were in a dream they toured the room picking up various pieces of equipment as if to assure themselves they were real, fingering the straps on the punishment frames, looking in the wardrobes at the bizarre collection of clothes.
Suddenly Jacqui started to laugh.
'God this is going to be fun,' she said. 'Mrs Bloom was right.'
'Talking of Mrs Bloom,' Stephanie said, 'why don't we see what's going on upstairs? There's a monitor in the bedroom.'
'Good idea,' Terry said enthusiastically.
'Where do you want him put?' Stephanie asked.
'What?'
'Andrew.'
'Oh.' With all the new attractions Jacqui had temporarily forgotten the slave outside. She looked around and considered the possibilities, seeing, in her mind's eye, the man strapped into all the various pieces of equipment. Her eyes lighted on a pair of leather cuffs hanging from a nylon rope and attached to a pulley in the ceiling. The rope was tied off at a cleat on the wall.
'Put him in these,' she said.
They walked back into the bedroom and Stephanie turned on the television monitor while Terry said he had to pee and went into the bathroom.
'Unzip me, darling,' Jacqui said.
Stephanie pulled the long zip of the dress down into the small of Jacqui's back. It fell away from her body like the petals of a tulip. She stepped out of it, picked it up and arranged it on a chair. The black satin basque she wore underneath fitted her perfectly, the big cups of its bra supporting her large breasts, the subtle boning following the slender line of her waist, while its long black suspenders snaked over her strong thighs to pull the black stockings up into sharp peaks on her creamy flesh. Stephanie had leant her matching panties too, but Jacqui was not wearing them.
'You look so sexy,' Stephanie said.
'I have to tell you Stephanie, I have never felt so sexy in my entire life. I practically came when I slapped that man.'
Jacqui turned to look into Stephanie's eyes. She put her hand out to touch her cheek then moved it round to the back of her neck so she could pull Stephanie's mouth on to her own. She kissed hard, her tongue probing into Stephanie's mouth as she felt her breasts crushing into Stephanie's firm tits.
'I love that. I love it,' she said breaking the kiss finally. 'It feels so naughty, kissing a woman. It feels so...'
'Wicked?'
'Yes. And I've got to thank you.'
'What for?'
'Terry and I haven't really made love for years. You know it's all been perfunctory. He'd lost interest in me. I'd lost interest in him. But this afternoon we did it again after we went back to the room. It was so... My God...'
she said interrupting herself.
Jacqui had just caught a glimpse of the picture on the television monitor. In astonishment she sat down heavily on the edge of the bed. Stephanie, equally surprised, sat down next to her. Even after months at the castle she had never seen anything quite like it.
On the large double bed in Mrs Bloom's bedroom - brightly lit for the camera - lay the two male slaves. Both lay on their backs. They had little choice. From the bottom of their ankles to the very top of their shoulders each man was bound with black leather straps, at regular intervals no more than an inch or two apart. The straps were of different widths, thin around the legs and broad around the torso. The slaves had been made to lie with their legs together, their arms at their sides, their hands open against the side of their thighs. Mrs Bloom had started at the bottom and progressively clinched the belts around their ankles, calves, under their knees, over their knees, over their thighs and hands, their navels and wrists, and then, with the widest straps of all, over their arms and chests right to their shoulders. Each belt, on both men, had been pulled so tight the flesh bulged out on either side of the leather like a budding Pirelli man. There was no way the men could move even a fraction of an inch.
Poking vertically between the leather around the upper thigh and the belt strapped around the lower navel, the men's cocks were fully erect. They appeared huge, swollen and red, perhaps enlarged by the constriction, their balls trapped under the tight bindings.
Mrs Bloom was standing by the bed, naked except for a pair of brown riding boots, proper reinforced hard-shelled riding boots, short leather riding gloves, and, strangely, her rather plain black bra. Her body was as tanned as her face. She was bony and angular with little flesh covering the protuberance of bone at her pelvis and ribs. Her pubic hair was sparse but what little there was of it was incredibly long and wavy. The top of her thighs seemed almost concave. With her legs closed there was a gap at the very top of her thighs big enough to insert a fist.
Terry came back into the bedroom. He had stripped off his clothes and was wearing a white towel wrapped around his middle.
'I'm...' he began to say when he saw the women's attention focused on the television screen. Sitting down next to his wife, he put his arm around her shoulder and gave her a big hug. 'What's this?'
'Mrs Bloom,' Jacqui said.
On screen Mrs Bloom had picked up a riding crop in her gloved right hand.
'Now which of you is going to get it first?' Her voice was distorted slightly by the microphone. She trailed the tip of the whip all the way up the bonded thighs of the man nearest to her and then flicked it lightly on his chest, catching one of the exposed bulges of flesh. The man winced.
'Don't be such a baby. That didn't hurt.' Mrs Bloom chided. 'What about you, are you a baby too?' She turned her attention to the other man, running the whip along his body then flicking it down on his chest. He remained silent.
'You first then,' she said, flicking the whip down again and again getting no verbal response.
'This is better than The Stud,' Terry said. He moved back on the bed indicating for his wife to join them so they were more comfortable. He pulled the pillows from under the counterpane and they propped themselves up against the headboard.
Stephanie stood up and pulled down the zip at the side of her dress. Stepping out of it she folded it neatly on top of Jacqui's.
Terry didn't know where to look next - at his wife's long legs sheathed in sheer black stockings, her body held tight by the satin and lace basque; at Stephanie, the lacy-topped stockings matching her bikini briefs and strapless bra, her high heels tipping her perfectly rounded bottom into an inviting pout; or at the television screen where Mrs Bloom was kneeling on the bed beside her two captives.
Stephanie moved around the bed and propped herself against the headboard on the other side of Terry. There was a distinct bulge in the white towel.
'You don't need this do you?' Stephanie said, pulling at the towel.
'No.' Terry arched himself off the bed as Stephanie pulled the towel away. His rigid cock stood at a right angle to his body.
On the screen Mrs Bloom knelt on the large bed, the whip still in her leather-gloved hand. Between her open legs the long strands of pubic hair pointed down to her knees. She was running her fingers over the mouth of the man who had not winced, pushing his lips into distorted patterns. She put her fingers inside his mouth and pinched at his tongue. He tasted the leather of the glove.
'Try to struggle,' she ordered her fingers still in his mouth.
With all his strength he tried to escape his bonds. His body rocked slightly on the bed, he was able to raise his legs an inch, but that was the extent of his freedom.
Mrs Bloom swung her leg over the bound body and dropped her skinny bum down on his leather covered navel. His hard erection nudged her backside.
'Ahmm,' she said wriggling her arse against the hot sword of flesh. 'Are you ready to fuck me, big boy?'
He said nothing.
She removed her fingers from his mouth. They were wet with saliva. She inched them up his cheek to his eyes, using two fingers to close each eye in turn, the wet saliva leaving a trail over his face like the wake of a slug.
She raised herself on her haunches and moved back along his body until her sex was poised over his throbbing erection. He could feel the long pubic hairs tickling his glans. Reaching behind her she took his cock in her gloved hand and guided it into the folds of her labia. Suddenly she plunged herself down on him, all the way down, dropping on to him and not coming up again.
Jacqui leant forward and wrapped her hand around the firm stem of her husband's penis. There was a tear of fluid at its tip. She wanked him slowly, moving her hand up and down the shaft with the lightest of pressure. Stephanie had put her hand down to his thigh and pulled his leg up off the bed slightly so she could insinuate her hand down under his balls, cupping them in her hand.
None of them took their eyes off the television screen. Mrs Bloom was moving now, up and down, on the captive cock. After a few minutes of this, accompanied by a soundtrack of 'mms' and 'ohhs' she stopped. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she began to turn herself round, rotating on the man's cock, like a wheel on its axel. She went all the way round, three hundred and sixty degrees and then round again. On the third turn she stopped halfway. Now she was facing the man's feet and the camera. Perhaps that was her intention as she looked straight up into the lens. Her face was slack with passion.
'Now,' she said loudly. She reached over to the other man on her left side and took his cock in her gloved hand like it was the lever of some machine. 'You know better than to come boys, don't you? You spunk and I'll whip you so hard there won't be one place you can find to sit on for a month.'
Sitting astride one, her hand wanking the other, Agnes Bloom began riding the cock inside her as though it were an unbroken rodeo pony, slamming herself down on it, each stroke harder and faster, while her left hand mimicked the movements on the other cock, wanking it for all she was worth.
She was moaning, crying out loud, whooping like a cowboy. Occasionally she shouted words - 'fuck me', 'do it' - but more often the sounds were incomprehensible. Her right hand was not passive either. Using the whip, it flicked her captive's flank just as if he were a horse. The microphone picked up the smack of leather on flesh when it struck a bulge poking out between the straps, or leather on leather, but it mostly hit against the man's incredibly tight bonds.
Without her eyes leaving the screen Jacqui slid down her husband's body, nibbling at his chest with her lips, pinching his nipples with her teeth, licking along his navel until she reached the stem of his erection. She wrapped her lips around it and heard him groan. Stephanie tightened her grip on his balls ever so slightly and felt his whole cock pulse. He moaned again.
The cries of Mrs Bloom were reaching a crescendo. She was coming. They watched as she stopped slamming herself down on her captive cock. Instead she pushed herself down, deep down, as deep as she could go so the cock was buried inside her, right up to the hilt. In the same way she stopped wanking the other cock but held it tight instead, so tight its tip suffused a dark purple red. They saw her eyes close. Her body ground itself down on the cock, her clitoris actually touching the leather strap that bound the top of the man's thighs. Her body shuddered. She gasped once, an almost animal sound, produced by her nerves all keening for attention.
Jacqui slipped the tip of Terry's cock into her mouth.
Only the tip. She sucked on it hard. Her mouth was hot. He groaned.
Mrs Bloom was not one to rest on her laurels. She opened her eyes as soon as her orgasm had run its course and looked up into the camera. She lifted herself off her captive's erection. It glistened under the bright camera lights. With no ceremony she swung herself astride the other slave, guided his cock between her labia with her gloved hand, and sunk herself down on to him until the whole shaft was buried inside her cunt.
Jacqui sucked the bulbous tip of Terry's cock again but did not take it deeper into her mouth. Her hand still held its stem, Stephanie's hand still on his balls.
Mrs Bloom grasped the cock she had just vacated to repeat the procedure exactly, though this time she had swivelled round and was facing away from the camera, her eyes towards her stead's head. She rode her new charge just as energetically, whipping his flanks with one hand while the other wanked the cock she had just left. Her glove was wet from her own juices.
She looked at the slave she was wanking.
'I want to see you come,' she said. 'Come.'
If it were possible she rode the cock faster and harder than before while her gloves hand wanked the other cock so fast it appeared like a blur of action on the screen. As before she stopped suddenly, planted herself down one final time so the cock was as deep as it could possibly go, and stopped wanking, holding the cock in a grip of steel.
'Come!' she screamed.
Remarkably he did just that. His cock spasmed, fighting to eject its spunk past the rigid grip. In one mighty effort it succeeded and a string of white spunk spat out into the air, arching out from his cock to land on his thighs and navel. Mrs Bloom managed to keep her eyes open long enough to see it but then her body convulsed, her eyes closed and she trembled to her second orgasm as she squashed herself down on the hard hot erection still deep inside her.
'Wouldn't you just love to do that darling?' Jacqui asked, looking up at her husband as she felt his cock pulse in her hand.
'Oh yes.' His voice was hoarse.
'In my mouth?'
'Anywhere,' he said truthfully. He was desperate. He had never wanted to come so much in his life. If he hadn't been watching the scene on the monitor, the two beautiful women playing with his cock and balls - especially his balls which always drove him wild - and dressed so provocatively, would have been enough to send him into ecstasy. He could feel their bodies, the shiny feel of satin and silk, the harshness of nylon, breasts and thighs pressed into him. But what he had seen had driven him higher. His urgency now was extreme.
'Shall we let him come?' Jacqui said in a teasing tone.
'Perhaps we should strap him up.' Stephanie said indicating the screen. 'Make him wait.'
'What a good idea. Isn't that a good idea, darling?' Jacqui said, her hand wanking his cock teasingly slowly.
Mrs Bloom had got off the bed and taken a Lucky Strike from the packet on her bedside table. She lit it and drew smoke deep into her lungs. She stood at the foot of the bed, her back to the camera, blowing smoke out in a long stream, and looking down pensively at the long neat bundles that she had made out of the two men.
'You're going to come in my mouth,' Jacqui said matter-of-factly. She kissed the thick stem of Terry's cock. Stephanie knelt up on the bed still cupping his balls in her hand but leaning forward to put her mouth on his cock too. For a moment they played a game, trying to kiss each other, trying to touch lips, with Terry's cock firmly between their mouths. They squirmed and turned their heads to get their lips to meet. Both could feel the hot cock throbbing.
Jacqui pulled her mouth away and looked into her husband's eyes. 'So many new experiences...' she said almost to herself.
He knew he was going to come. He was surprised he'd been able to hold out until now, surprised he hadn't spunked as both their mouths encircled his cock. Now there was no way he could hold back, not with all this stimulation. Not with his mind full of images of sex, of this afternoon, of now. Not with Stephanie's mouth nibbling at the base of his cock while her hands played with his incredibly sensitive balls; his wife sunk her mouth down over his cock and swallowed it into her throat.
He was simply out of control. He looked down at the two women, their bodies encased in tight black satin and silk and lace, their legs moulded in sheer black nylon, their heads, working together on his cock, and he came, spurting his spunk into his wife's mouth so hard and so long that, for the second time that day, he thought it was never going to stop.
Jacqui took it all, all his jetting spunk. She swallowed some. But Stephanie wanted her share too. She tilted her head up and kissed Jacqui full on the lips immediately penetrating her mouth with her tongue eagerly searching for the taste of his spunk.
Mrs Bloom put out her cigarette and climbed on to the bed again. She knelt beside the head of the slave who had not come.
Stephanie sucked spunk into her mouth then probed for more.
Mrs Bloom sat astride the slave's face, the whip back in her hand. She was facing his feet. She poised her labia above his mouth.
'Make it good,' she said flicking his erection with the whip then aiming a much harder blow across a strip of flesh that bulged from the straps around his thigh.
The slave's tongue started to lick. It could only just reach her labia. Her long pubic hair was wet.
Stephanie was no longer watching. Her mouth slipped from Jacqui's lips to her neck, down her arched breast. Jacqui lay back on the bed.
Mrs Bloom flicked both her captives with the whip. 'Harder, make it wetter,' she ordered gradually allowing her cunt to rest on the slave's mouth. His tongue found her clitoris.
Stephanie's mouth ran down Jacqui's navel, down over her soft pubic hair into the slit of her sex. But teasingly she licked lower, down Jacqui's long thigh, down to the welt of her stocking, then slowly, so slowly, up again.
Mrs Bloom kept up her tirade of instructions. 'Higher. There. There. Do it there. Suck it. Harder.'
Stephanie's mouth climbed to Jacqui's labia. It was soaking wet. Using just the tip of her tongue she found the swollen bud of Jacqui's clitoris. Like a tiny cock it was hard and erect.
'Yes there, there,' Mrs Bloom shrieked over the television as the smack of the whip accompanied her voice.
'There, there, don't stop,' Jacqui cried as Stephanie's tongue worked on the centre of her nerves.
'Oh my God...' It was Mrs Bloom's voice. The whip sang out once more as Mrs Bloom came on her captive's tongue, sinking her sex down on to his mouth, unable to think of anything but her own exquisite pleasure.
Stephanie moved her body alongside Jacqui's so they lay end to end. She kept up her pressure on Jacqui's clitoris hoping that she would take the hint. Stephanie's need was great too. Up to now she had concentrated on being the hostess, making sure her guests were well looked after. But now her own desire was running away with her. She needed to be looked after too.
Jacqui was not slow to respond however. Stephanie felt her hand pulling on her ankle to open her legs. Stephanie came up on to her knees poised over Jacqui's face while Jacqui's hands snaked up around her thighs. She used her fingers to pull aside the silk crotch of Stephanie's knickers.
As Stephanie locked her mouth on Jacqui's cunt, Jacqui levered herself up off the bed to imitate the action. Both their needs were urgent. Both were fired up. They had the taste of spunk in their mouths. They had both seen Mrs Bloom's multiple orgasms raking through her body, using the two men as if they were nothing more than animated dildos. It had excited them, stoked the fires that seemed to be consuming their cunts. Their cunts were wet. Their mouths were wet, drenched with each other's juices as they eagerly lapped each other's sex.
If it were possible to come exactly together they did. Jacqui did everything to Stephanie that Stephanie did to her, probing her clitoris with her tongue, licking the whole slit of her sex, pushing her tongue into her vagina. Every sensation she got from Stephanie she gave back. She knew it because she could feel it. It was impossible to separate their coming. Stephanie felt it in her cunt just as she felt it in her mouth. They were locked together in a tryst of passion. The trembling contractions were shared, experienced and felt at one and the same time, multiplied and amplified and echoed until they had no control, until both mouths could do nothing but cling on and let the explosion of feeling wreak through their bodies, until it finally died away releasing control to their minds once again.
Jacqui opened her eyes. Over the sharp slope of Stephanie's bottom she could see her husband's eyes watching her. She looked at his cock. It was already beginning to stir into life again.
Mrs Bloom, though nobody was watching now, was riding the tongue of her strapped and helpless victim. She had come once in his mouth and wanted to come again.
'There, there, there,' she screamed. His tongue lapped the spot she had selected. Then she came, hard and sharply, a final slash of the whip across the captive's thigh the last thing she could do before her body, too, lost control of everything except its ability to feel profound pleasure.