Chapter 1.
The Castle of the Ravens

	Gaston, Marquis de Brélêve was enjoying his return from the wars of
religion.  Enjoying it as a man, who had avoided death on more than one occasion, ought to
enjoy life.  Hunting, carousing with his friends, and taking his pleasure with those
willing women who always flocked around young, strong, wealthy soldiers home from the
wars.  If some of the women were less than willing then well he was, after all, a member
of the nobility, one of the winning team, and in France in 1598 that meant he could do
pretty much as he pleased with whom he pleased.  He was, at this moment, in his bedroom
exercising that right.  The large four poster bed was occupied by two young women.  One
lay on her back spreadeagled, her arms and legs secured with ropes attached to strong
leather cuffs on wrists and ankles which were in turn tied to the posts of the bed.  She
was naked and blindfold, he watched her lush young body flex and squirm within the
confines of her bonds.  Her breasts, although slightly flattened by her position, were
delightfully formed and the nipples stood firmly upright from her large pale areola.  They
moved enticingly as she moaned and pleaded with her captors to release her and to stop
their ravishing of her young nubile body.
	The major cause of her distress was the other women on the bed.  Not quite as young but
still delectable and, apart from a pair of silk stockings and her shoes, just as naked. 
She was knelt between the spread thighs of the younger woman, her face was pressed to her
captive’s mons veneris and her tongue was pushed deeply between the puffy moist labia as
she performed a delicate clitoral caress.  Gaston stroked his erect penis and admired the
smooth orbs of the kneeling woman’s buttocks.  He was trying to decide whether to avail
himself of the tied young woman’s mouth, or the pleasures of one or both of the two holes
offered by the woman on her knees.  He decided to wait awhile and sitting on the edge of
the bed began to play with the captive’s breasts.  He squeezed them gently smiling at her
protests and demands that he should stop.  He began to suck each nipple in turn, nibbling
gently at each one.  As he did so his eyes made contact with the bright blue eyes of his
fellow tormentor as her tongue delved into the moist sensitive depths of their captive’s
sex.  She winked at him and then bent her head of fiery red hair back down as she once
more resumed her sensual attack on their distressed captive.  
	The sounds of distress were slowly turning into whimpers of pleasure as practised
experienced mouths, tongues, and fingers wove their sensual pattern across and in most
intimate sensitive parts.  Gaston raised his head and kissed the girl on the mouth, his
tongue pressed against her teeth.  At first she resisted but he squeezed a nipple hard
between finger and thumb while whispering in her ear.
	“Open your mouth girl, kiss me as a lover, Kiss me now.”
	Each word was accompanied by a hard squeeze to the nipple and her mouth opened to allow
his tongue to twine with her own.  He held both her breasts now gripped tightly in each
hand, squeezing them as his mouth and tongue ravaged her mouth.  His penis was now
massively erect, almost painful between his thighs, it was time, he decided, to put it to
use.  The red head was still busy with her oral ministrations, she hardly stirred as he
knelt between her calves and began to slide his erect meat along the wet aroused lips of
her vagina.  He slipped into her hot wet sex without the slightest resistance and with no
more than a murmur from the mouth still glued to the captive’s sex.  With his feet braced
against the foot board of the bed and his hands around the slender waist of his partner he
began to move his hips back and forth, his engorged penis sliding deeply and satisfyingly
into her hot depths.  Both of them moaned in pleasure and the red head resumed her assault
with renewed vigour on her helpless captive’s sex and her innocence. 
	His assault became more vigorous and the red head began to bounce back and forth on the
bed as he thrust his large rigid member it’s full length into her.  She slid her hands up
the belly of their captive until she reached her breasts and then took a firm grip on both
nipples with the forefinger and thumb of each hand.  She was gasping now with obvious
passion as he ruthlessly maintained his thrusts deep into her sex.  Her cries of pleasure
were muffled as she continued to use her lips and tongue on the helpless girl spread
beneath her.  Gaston held the red head’s waist in a vice like grip, the front of his
thighs slapped against the tops of her thighs and her buttocks as he continued to ream her
mercilessly.  The helpless third party suddenly began to make a curious yelping noise and
her body bucked beneath that of the woman who was violating her.  The red head also began
to moan loudly and then scream as her orgasm took control of her.  Gaston continued to
thrust until he suddenly stiffened and cried out.
	“Ahhh... fuck you....fuck you....fuck you....Your cunt is just so tight.”
	As he spoke he pulled himself from her and the final spurts of his semen splattered the
red head’s buttocks, the silvery trails standing out clearly on her almost pure white
skin.  The young girl was sobbing bitterly.
	“What have you done to me? Why have you done this? Release me please Mother Superior
this is not right.”
	The red head crawled forward on the bed until she straddled the captive’s belly. Semen
dripped stickily down onto that heaving belly as she bent to kiss her helpless captive on
the lips.  The young girl tried to avoid the kiss but the red head held her chin with one
hand.  Suddenly she drew back her other hand and slapped the young girl on the cheek.
	“Open your mouth, let my tongue in bitch.  Don’t try to resist me or you will regret
it.”
	She bent to kiss the girl again but once again the girl tried to move her head and kept
her mouth closed.  The red head reached up and undid first one and then the other of the
ropes restraining the girl’s wrists.  She turned to Gaston who was watching proceedings
while sitting on the edge of the bed.
	“Undo her ankles, lets give her a taste of the whip.  See if that’ll will make her more
obedient.”
	Seconds later the unfortunate young girl, who could not have been more than eighteen
years old was pulled from the bed onto the floor and then dragged by her ankles until she
was lying at the end of the bed.  The red head turned to Gaston.
	“Help me lift her up please my lord.  Let’s have her standing on one leg with her arms
up in the air.  That should expose her nicely for the whip.”
	The words were spoken loudly and were clearly intended to frighten her young captive. 
They had the desired effect, the girl still wearing her blindfold burst into a flood of
tears and began to beg her captors.
	“No, no, please...please don’t whip me.  Please Mother Superior, please I have done
nothing wrong please release me.  Please don’t whip me, “
	The red head grinned at Gaston.
	“Too late my girl, too late.  You will learn to obey instantly and without question or
face the consequences.  Now my lord, help me please.”
	Two ropes were quickly attached to wrist cuffs and within seconds these ropes were
attached high up on the posts of the bed spreading the girl’s arms out and up.  The red
head attached another rope to the girl’s left ankle cuff and, to wails of protest, dragged
the girl’s foot off the floor and then upwards until she was balanced on her right leg
with her left foot some three feet off the floor and the rope attached to it tied off
securely halfway up the bed post.  She stood back alongside Gaston and admired their
handiwork. Gaston ran his hands over the soft satin skin of their captive enjoying the
feel of the firm but trembling young body.  As he did this the girl, Agnes, was crying and
pleading with Clotilde to tell him to stop and to release her.  Clotilde returned carrying
a multi strand whip and removed the blindfold, the girl began to cry even more bitterly.
	“Why are you going to whip me mother superior?  You told us that today we were to learn
more about how to serve the lord and our lady.  Why are you doing this to me?”
	She sniffed and sobbed her way through the sentence.  Clotiilde let her finish before
using the handle of the whip to raise her head.
	“Agnes you are learning to serve your Lord and Lady.  The Marquis is the Lord and I am
the Lady and you and the others are going to learn to serve us.  I’m going to whip you now
in front of the others so that you all may learn the perils of refusing to serve as
instructed.”
	She went to a door opened it and called out.
	“Bring the them in.”
	There was a sound of shuffling feet and then a blond haired man appeared, he had a grip
on the arms of two young women dressed in the basic brown habit and white wimple of the
local convent of Marie Thérèse.  They were also wearing the same leather
wrist cuffs as Agnes and their wrists were clipped together behind their backs.  They both
 stopped ,or tried to stop, when they saw Agnes naked and spread before them.  The blonde
haired man dragged them forward until they were in the room facing Agnes.  Another man
this time dark haired followed them, he too was dragging two unwilling young women, as
with the others they were dressed in nun’s habits and had their wrists clipped together
behind their backs. Finally another man appeared, he was brown haired powerfully built and
dragging another young women by the arm.  The five young women were lined up in front of
Agnes about three paces away from her.  Gaston still naked with his penis half erect but
apparently unconcerned by his nudity strode to the blonde haired man who had entered
first, he held out his hand and the other man took it.
	“Thomas it’s good to see you, I see you have brought the new recruits.  There were no
problems I trust.”
	“Problems my lord, no of course not. Why should there be problems? They are only young
women and the Mother Superior was with us.”
	“True. Gaston replied. He turned to the other two men and held out his hand to the dark
haired Latin looking one who had entered second.  He held out a hand to shake hands and as
he did so his other hand caressed Agnes across her belly and breasts.  She moaned and
writhed within her bonds and two or three of the other girls whimpered and turned their
heads.  The two men shook hands 
	“Esteban it is good to see you again.  As you can see we have already started
proceedings with one of these little pigeons, she has been plucked and tied and is now
ready for basting.”
	He turned smiling to the last male member of the party, the brown haired powerfully
built man who had entered the bedroom last, and shook his hand.              
	 “Sylvestre, you are looking well I understand that you are totally recovered from your
wounds.  Is that so?”
	Sylvestre smiled and spoke, he had a deep voice which resonated around the room. 
	“Most definitely my Lord, ready for the chase and some sport.  I see we have several
birds ready for plucking.  I hope I may assist with that and with serving them out as
well.”
	Gaston and the other two men and Clotilde laughed heartily at this and one of the young
women cried out.
	“No this cannot be. Mother Superior what is happening?”
	Clotilde turned on her savagely, slapping her face hard on both cheeks.
	“Be quite Marie.  When I wish to hear from you I will ask, until then remain silent. Now
before I commence the chastisement of Agnes I want the rest of these naked and on their
knees.  Please assist me gentlemen.”
	There were screams and pleas from the five young women but the three men and Clotilde
worked as two teams.  One held their captive by the arms while her wrists were released,
the other then bent and pulled the habit upwards over the young woman’s head.  Their
simple undergarments quickly followed before the wrist cuffs were used once again to
fasten their wrists behind them.  Very soon all five were stripped and had been forced to
their knees in a line before Agnes.  Three of them were sobbing and were soon joined by
the other two when Clotilde walked along in front of them kicking their knees and
screaming at them.
	“Useless sluts.  Have you no respect?  When you are in the presence of your lord you
keep your knees apart.  Spread yourselves now or you will follow Agnes as soon as I have
finished her punishment.”
	On hearing this all but one girl shuffled her knees apart but one remained doubled over
her head resting on the floor as she sobbed bitterly.  Clothlde grasped the hair on the
back of her head and pulled her head up until she could look the young woman in the
eyes.	
	“Are you deaf Chloe?  Move your knees apart now or suffer the consequences.”
	“But it is a sin Mother Superior for a man to see me so.”
	“I tell you what is sinful and what isn’t Chloe, and arguing with me is a sin for which
you will be punished.” 
	She turned to Thomas and Esteban who were smiling as they listened to the exchange.
	“Open the slut’s legs for her.”
	Chloe screamed with shock and outrage as the two strong young men each placed a hand mid
way up the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh and pulled her legs apart.  Before releasing
her both of them slid their hands up and down the warm silken skin,  Esteban murmured in
her ear. 
	“Nice, smooth, but firm, I’ll enjoy that later.”
	Chloe cried even more but remained kneeling upright with her thighs apart.  Clotilde
strutted in front of the row of kneeling snivelling young women.  The four men stood
behind their captives, Gaston moved forward until his thighs were pressing against the
back of one of them, a slim brunette.  His penis touched her hair and then her left ear,
she shuddered but warned by the pressure of his right hand on her shoulder, she did not
try to move away.  Gaston thought Clotilde looked magnificent as she strode back and forth
in front of them all, her firm breasts, topped with dusky pink nipples moved slightly as
she walked and he could see the svelte movement of muscles in her thighs and buttocks. 
His erection started to grow and he pushed it into the shining almost black hair of the
young nun at his feet.  Clotilde looked at the five kneeling nuns and smiled.
	“Look at Agnes.  She thought that she could refuse an instruction given to her by her
Mistress, that’s me.  I am no longer Mother Superior I am now your Mistress and you will
obey any instruction that I give you instantly and with pleasure.  If you fail to do this
you will be punished without any further warning.  Agnes is being punished now, it is a
light punishment because it is her first offence but, be warned, future punishments will
not be so light nor will they all involve a whip, there are many other ways of inflicting
pain and I know them all.  You should also know that I enjoy inflicting pain.  Now Agnes
it is time for your punishment.”
	She turned to face away from her audience.  Gaston looked at her with lust in his eyes
and his heart, the over the ankle black boots with their slim high heels, the long firm
silk stocking clad thighs the firm buttocks which rippled as she moved.  He  watched as
her arm was raised, the tails of the whip blurring as she drew her arm back, the horrified
expression on the face of Agnes and then the scream as the nine leather thongs impacted on
Agnes’s breasts.  The girl at his knees jumped and cried out as, indeed, did all the other
young women watching.  Gaston’s penis grew even harder and he watched with eager
anticipation as Clotilde swung the whip again.  This time Agnes screamed even more loudly
as the whip hit both her exposed sex and her left thigh.  If her hands had not been tied
firmly above her head she would probably have collapsed.  Clotilde showed no mercy, the
whip swung again and again, each movement of her body and that of her hapless target
inflamed Gaston’s senses.  His cock was a rigid bar now, as hard as his sword which hung
in it’s scabbard by the bedroom door.  He grasped the head of the brunette and twisted it
until her mouth was against his member.  She tried to turn away, he bent down and murmured
in her ear.
	“If you don’t want to take her place you will take me in your mouth.  Refuse and I will
whip you harder and more mercilessly than she is being whipped.  Now suck me.”
	His cock pushed against her lips and he smiled as they opened and she took him into the
hot wet confines of her mouth.  The whipping continued and as he gently moved his hips
forcing his cock in and out of the brunette’s mouth he realised just how clever Clotilde
had been in tying Agnes as she had.  The way the girl’s leg had been raised made her
thighs and sex a perfect target and by pulling her arms so high above her head her breasts
had been thrust out also turning them into a perfect target.  Agnes was no longer
screaming, merely grunting as each blow landed  leaving a welt on her pale skin.  Her
tears ran down her whip marked breasts before dripping onto the floor and her body shook
with each blow.  Clotilde was sweating now, her body, slicked with moisture, looked even
more magnificent to Gaston as he continued to take his pleasure between the hot wet lips
of the young woman on her knees before him.  Clotilde stopped the whipping. She held the
handle of the whip in one hand, the end of the tails in the other and then looped the whip
around Agnes’s neck. She pulled the young woman’s head forward.
	“Now Agnes, beg to be allowed to kiss your Mistress, say it loudly, I want everyone to
hear you.”
	For a few seconds there was silence and then Agnes sniffed back her tears.
	“Please Mistress let me kiss you.”
	“You may kiss me slave.”
	Clotilde pulled the whip tighter and her lips met with those of Agnes, there was a
shocked gasp from two or three of the kneeling young nuns.  Gaston moved around until he
was facing the brunette and pushed his cock deep into her throat.  Her eyes looked wildly
up at him, she tried to move her head but he held her firmly as he thrust himself into her
mouth, his thighs tingling with the rush of seed boiling up in his balls.  He held her,
unaware and unconcerned that all the others were now watching them as he gasped in ecstasy
while the contents of his balls emptied in her mouth and then, as he withdrew, over her
face.  He stood panting for some seconds before smiling at his three male accomplices.
	“This one has some talent, but I’m sure with our excellent tutelage they will all be as
accomplished in the coming few days.  Now I believe Chloe has to be punished, Sylvestre
and Thomas if you could put her in place of Agnes I will perform the chastisement.”
	   The afternoon and night continued with each young woman being used by all four men
and Clotilde.  One of them was a virgin, Heléne, a beautiful tall willowy blonde
with a high superbly shaped seat and full bust. This news was, when it was revealed,
greeted with great jubilation by the four men and Clotilde.  It was decided there and then
to keep her intact until the day of the ‘festival’ and for the rest of the evening she was
used for oral and anal sex only.  Chloe’s large breasts were much admired and she was
forced to give ‘tittie fucks to all four men.  Clotilde amused herself at one point by
binding the poor girl’s breasts with cord until they stood out from her rib cage like ripe
melons.  She then proceeded to torture the poor innocent young woman by dripping hot wax
from a candle onto the sensitive mounds.  That done she removed the wax by the simple
expedient of using a whip on them.   Sylvestre had then insisted that Chloe performed yet
another ‘tittie fuck’ and laughed at her cries of pain as he forced her whip marked
breasts together around his cock.
	Agnes, Eleanor, Marie, Anne and Chloe all admitted to having had some sexual experience
and were all used by all four men, in fact they were all used at one point by Thomas,
Esteban and Sylvestre at the same time.  Clotilde had watched this happening to Marie as
she and Gaston were both making use of the long legged black haired Eleanor who had given
Gaston his first oral treat.  Eleanor was being enthusiastically buggered by Gaston as
Clotilde ground her sex on Eleanor’s mouth.  Clotilde called out to Sylvestre.  
	“You three had better save some of that for me I haven’t had three cocks at the same
time for at least a year and I want some now.”
	“Yes Mother Superior we can do that.  Can’t we lads?”
	“Of course.  Only the once Mother Superior or would you like us to change places and do
all three holes once each?”
	This reply came from Esteban as he thrust himself deep into Marie’s back passage.  The
other two men laughed as they continued to fill her mouth and vagina.
	“You may fuck the Mother Superior, but only the once boys, I don’t want to tire you
out”


	The repartee was interrupted at this point by Gaston driving his cock deep into
Eleanor’s bowel making her scream into Clotilde’s sex as he emptied his balls into her. 
Within a minute Clotilde was screaming obscenities as she too reached orgasm.
	Half an hour later she was kneeling in the centre of the bed, Esteban lay on his back in
front of her and she was busily taking most of his considerable member deep into her
mouth.  Sylvestre lay underneath with his cock thrusting vigorously into her sex as Thomas
thrust into the tight bud of her anus.  Gaston stood by the side of the bed, his legs
spread and watched the quartette while Anne sucked his cock and Agnes forced her tongue
between the cheeks of his buttocks.  Agnes was wearing two bamboo nipple tormentors as a
punishment for, at first, refusing to tongue Gaston’s anus.  Each tormentor consisted of
two thin pieces of bamboo about six inches long held together with four small steel rings
that slid along the length of the bamboo.  The rings were first moved in two pairs out to
each end of the bamboo.  The two pieces were then bowed apart at the centre and placed
with the girl’s nipple between them.  The rings, which were only just larger than the
diameter of the two pieces, were then slid towards the centre crushing the nipple as they
did so.  Agnes had been told that they would stay on her nipples until Gaston was
satisfied with her performance.  The other four girls had been told to lie on the bed
either side of the quartette and practice cunnilingus on each other.  
	Gaston gently flexed his hips enjoying the hot wetness of Anne’s mouth and the sensuous
movement of her tongue across the tip of his cock. The tormentors seemed to be
concentrating Agnes’s mind on her duties as her tongue licked and delved into the ring of
his anus.  The bed was a heaving mass of bodies as the three men fucked the mother
superior and the four young women tongued and fingered each other to orgasm.  Gaston
encouraged the girls by using a whip on either of the girls on top of the two female
pairings ‘en soixante neuf’.  Anne, at his instruction, was gently teasing his balls and
the inside of his thighs with the tips of her fingers and her nails as Agnes’s probing
tongue brought further sensual pleasure.  As he approached orgasm Clotilde began to writhe
furiously within the grip of her three impalers.  Her hands raked Esteban’s thighs and she
ground her body against Sylvestre.  As she did this Gaston gripped Anne’s head firmly with
one hand and, as his balls emptied into her mouth, he lashed first one then the other set
of female buttocks within his reach.  Thomas groaned and then withdrew from Clotilde’s
back passage spraying his seed copiously over the pert globes if her buttocks.  Moving
back away from the mother superior Gaston snapped a command to Agnes.
	“Stop what you are doing, go and clean your lady’s arse with your tongue, do it well and
I’ll take the tormentors off.”
	Clotilde raised herself on one elbow and turned her head to look over her shoulder at
Gaston. She smiled at him and swirled a cum covered tongue around her lips.
	“Thank you my lord, so thoughtful.  And, you men thank you, that was as close to the
holy trinity as I think I’ll ever get.”  
	The five of them roared with laughter.  As Agnes finished her cleansing Clotilde raised
herself off Sylvestre kissing him as she did so.  She grasped the bamboo tormentors on
Agnes’ nipples and twisted them, laughing as the poor girl cried out in pain.  
	“Now use that mouth of yours to clean Master Sylvestre and then I’ll take these off.”
	She gave the bamboo splints a vicious twist and laughed as Agnes screamed once more.  As
Agnes climbed onto the bed to attend to Sylvestre Clotilde slapped the backside of Helene
who had her head buried between the thighs of Eleanor and then gave another slap to Marie
who was equally busy with her tongue pleasuring Chloe.
	“That’s enough.  You can learn some more tomorrow.  Now Chloe and Eleanor you will go
with Master Esteban, Agnes and Helene will go with Master Thomas, and Anne and Marie will
go with Master Sylvestre.  I trust you will find that to your liking gentlemen, I wish you
a good night.”


	The following morning Gaston and Clotilde were sat on the stone flagged terrace that
stretched across the front of the lower part of Chateau Corbeau, two of the large black
birds that gave it the name were walking on the stone flags.  Gaston tore off a leg from
the cold chicken that was on the table between him and the mother superior and tossed it
between the two birds.  Both he and Clotilde laughed as the two huge black birds fought
for possession of the meat. He poured them both a glass of wine and raised his glass in
salutation.  She responded and then turned to look at the stone expanse of the lower part
of the Chateau as it basked in the morning sun.  The high narrow leaded windows sparkled
in the sunlight, each casement between a thin gray stone column.  Several flowering vines
covered the stone around the windows. The house sprawled for about sixty yards along the
front, hugging the cliff that reared behind it.  Above the cliff which was itself some two
hundred feet high was the gaunt forbidding square tower of the original 10th century keep.
 This rose nearly a hundred and thirty feet above the cliff top dominating the lower two
story stone roofed house which had been built by Gaston’s grandfather in 1525.  The house
was also set on a cliff top with an single access road cut into the side of the cliff
leading up to it from the valley below. A deep ravine cut the plateau off from the road
and this was bridged by a fortified wooden draw bridge, the lifting mechanism for which
was contained in a stone gatehouse.  Clotilde looked at Gaston he was, she thought, so
handsome, so dashing in his white linen, loose shirt with lace on the front and cuffs. 
The Marquis de Brélêve was every inch an aristocrat, a soldier and so strong.
 She smiled inwardly remembering how strong he had been all the previous night and then
asked a question that she had wanted to ask for some time.
	“The Chateau has never been taken by force I believe?”
	Gaston raised an eyebrow quizzically.
			“That’s quite right, never since the day it was built in 1073 has the keep been taken.
 The lower house has fallen on two occasions but the keep has always stood firm.  Why do
you ask?”
	“No other reason than that I had been told this and I always like to check what I’m
told.”
	“How very careful you are my dear.  If I tell you that you are very beautiful and the
best fuck a man could ever have who would you check with?”
	She laughed and took a bite from an apple and then passed it to him.
	“So Eve is giving me an apple now, Isn’t it a little late for that.”
	She took his free hand and put it against her breast, pulling him towards her.  He
pulled her even closer and they kissed.  As they broke the kiss he continued to fondle her
breast.  Her hand stroked the stiff bulge in the front of his knee length breeches.  They
kissed again but at the end of the kiss she pushed him away.
	“Please my Lord, nothing could give me greater pleasure but first I think we must talk
of our plans for the coming week.  When does the Moor arrive and when and where are you
thinking of holding the gathering of Dionysus?”
	He kissed her again on the cheek and picking up his glass of wine resumed his seat at
the table.  
	“You are right my dear, business before pleasure but in this case business is pleasure
and then I’ll spread you on this table.”
	Her smile showed that this was something that she would look forward to.
	“The Moor arrives tonight with, I gather, a delectable cargo of no less than 12 slaves,
blacks, arabs, jews and some Spanish.  We will spend the few days after that at the
dreadful and boring task of breaking them in, such an odious responsibility.”
	They both laughed at the thought of having to sexually abuse 12 young women, in addition
to the six they already had, for several days.
	“As for the gathering I thought we would use the main cavern area behind the lower house
for that.  It is close to the dungeons where we will keep the slaves when they are not in
use and large enough to accommodate the twenty or so people that I have invited plus the
special furniture, the couches and the tables.”
	Clotilde nodded her head.  The lower house was built into the cliff and carved deep into
the limestone were many cellars and a huge main cavern that was more than 20 feet in
height, over 120 feet in length and nearly 60 feet wide.  It would serve very well for the
‘Festival of Dionysus’.  She smiled as she asked her next question.
	“This special equipment, stocks, racks, braziers, wheels, and the like?”
	He grinned at her before leaning over the table and kissing her.
	“Just so, all that is necessary to restrain, punish, expose and present the female form
for use and abuse?”
	“Only the female form?  Will there not be any male slaves present for me to practice my
art?  I will be most disappointed my Lord I cannot believe you would fail me in such a
way.”
	“You do me a great wrong my beloved.”
	“My beloved?  Am I indeed your beloved?  I had no idea.  You must be careful of what you
say my Lord I am already a bride of Christ.  Are you asking me to renounce the Lord to
serve you?”
	“Would it be that I would do such a monstrous thing, I am merely a worshipper of your
delectable body I am sure that the Lord wants you for the beauty of your spirit. So you
see there is no need for you to renounce anyone, and I am being sublimely devout merely
worshipping one of his creations.”
	“Of course my Lord, how foolish of me not to have understood, but then I am but a mere
woman and untutored in such deep theological reasoning.  Tell me more of your plans for
the ‘gathering’”
	“Very well, I thought we would start with a parade of the slaves.  We will have them
suitably clad in fine almost transparent fabrics with wreaths of flowers in their hair,
each will carry a jug of wine and a platter of those mushroom tartiflettes that you make
so well.  We will ensure that the slaves take some of those as well as the guests.”
	“I also have something new.  The Hashsashin use the plant they call hashish, it has a
similar effect as the mushrooms.  I will arrange for some small cakes to be baked.”
	“Good that will be interesting.  All the slaves will be wearing collars and cuffs on
both wrists and ankles in order that they may be restrained at any time.  Once the drinks
have been served they will be given the order to disrobe and a virgin will then be given
to the Bishop, who will be playing the part of the God Dionysus, to deflower.  The Moor
may be bringing others with him who are virgins and we can choose which one later in the
week but I feel it should be Helene, she is beautiful, and I think can be trained to be
willing in the next few days.”
	“I agree.  This Bishop which one is it?”
	“This is, of course, to go no further than you and I.  All the guests at the gathering
will be masked but it is the Bishop of Baux.”
	“Baux, that old lecher.  I had to pleasure him with my mouth, cunt and arse to become
mother superior.  I hear that he is now a favourite of Cardinal Joyeuse.  Have you invited
the Cardinal as well?”
	Gaston laughed loudly and again leant across the table to kiss the smiling red head.
	“No my dear I have not. I hear that his interests are directed elsewhere.”
	They both laughed.
	“True.  Will you have a small wager with me that the Bishop has my arse before the rite
is over?  In fact he will probably, once more, have me in all three of my holes.”
	“Done.  Shall we say twenty livres per hole.”
	She punched his shoulder.
	“Is that all I’m worth?  You just said I was your beloved and had a delectable body, but
you now say that allowing that lecherous old fart to use my mouth, cunt and arse will only
be worth 60 livres.  You could not find even a middle ranking courtesan for such a paltry
sum.  You will apologise my Lord.”
	Gaston stood walked round the table and sank to his knees before her.
	“Please forgive me reverend mother please, I humbly beg your forgiveness.”
	He began kissing her feet but then raised the hem of her full length richly patterned
gown and began to kiss first her ankles and then pushing her legs apart he kissed his way
up the inside of her legs until his lips were touching the soft smooth warmth of her inner
thigh.  Clotilde laughed but made no attempt to stop him as his lips slowly approached her
sex. Suddenly he ducked from under her gown, stood and lifted her bodily from the bench on
which she had been seated laying her down on the table on her back with her legs dangling
down.  As she lay laughing he grasped one of her ankles in each hand and lifted.  He
lifted and spread her legs apart at the same time, her gown fell back exposing her thighs
and as he continued to lift her thighs compressed her breasts and her knees were now level
with her head.
	“Hold your legs behind the knees mother superior and I will give you the apology you
desire.  I will worship that part of you that you hold dearest.”
	Clotilde took hold of her legs as instructed and gasped with pleasure as his lips
touched her sex and his tongue began to lap it’s way up the delicate inner labia.  As his
tongue circled her clitoris Clotilde squealed with delight.
	“My lord continue I may forgive you.”
	Gaston thrust his tongue deep into her, delighted with the feel of the muscles in her
thighs flexing against his cheeks as he continued to delve deep into the hot depths of her
sex.  When she had begun to squirm and pant in what was obviously the throes of orgasm he
reached down and freed his massively engorged member from his breeches.  As she reached
the height of her orgasm he stood and thrust himself deep into her. Glorying in the feel
of her hot wet sex as it stretched and engulfed his length until he could feel the tip
touching her cervix.  She moaned his name, released her hold on her legs pushed them
straight until they rested against his chest and clamped her ankles together behind his
neck before grasping the hem of her gown. With a wriggle she pulled it over her head
exposing the quivering mounds of her breasts and the hard pink buds of her nipples.
	“Ah yes my lord your apology is acceptable. now fuck me, squeeze my titties, suck my
nipples and, my lord, fuck me hard.”
	As he reached round her thighs and grasped a breast in each hand Gaston pulled from her
and then thrust back, his groin slapping against the cheeks of her arse as she thrust
against him.  It was a contest of wills, both intent on taking the other to orgasm, both
revelling in this uninhibited sexual encounter in the open in full view of the house, keep
and who knew how many watchers.  She slid her legs down from inside his arms, wrapped them
around his waist, her thighs squeezed him as she made short thrusting movements with her
hips.
	“I have you now Sir Knight you cannot escape me until I have milked your balls, you are
mine.  Bite my nipples lord, show this bitch who is her master.”
	“My pleasure milady.”
	Gaston bent forward, sucked a nipple into his mouth, bit it and kept biting until she
screamed.  As she screamed she was bucking against him and squeezing the muscles of her
abdomen against his rigid member as it slid remorselessly back and forth in her depths. He
bit on the other nipple and was rewarded with another scream followed by a stinging pain
in first his right and then his left buttock as Clotilde began to spank him.
	“Yes my lord, fuck me.......fuck me......fuck me.  Bite my nipples..... squeeze my
titties.  Fuck me......Fuck me hardeeeer. 
	Each phrase was punctuated with a slap as he thrust as deep and as hard into her as it
was possible for a man to bury himself in a woman.  He had visions of the helmet of his
cock appearing from between her lips as she mouthed more obscenities at him and continued
to slap his arse.  She was writhing now, pulling her body away from him, to torture her
own nipples as he continued to bite them.  Suddenly she slid her arms up his back until
her hands were around the back of his neck and she could pull his head up.  He released
her nipple and her lips clamped themselves to his.  She bit him on the throat and kissed
him again crying out as she did so.
	“Oh yes...yes....yes....yes.”
	Even as she did this he felt the wave of heat surge through his loins as his balls
emptied.  His last act before he collapsed on top of her was to withdraw and spray her
belly with spurt after spurt of seed.  Her arms wrapped around his trembling torso and she
ran her fingers through his hair as she kissed his face and whispered feverishly into his
ear.
	“I forgive you my lord.”