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Maid Cage Club: Private Hires and Public Use
(Melissa DuVant)
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Maid Cage Club v3: Private Hires and
Public Use Melissa DuVant Copyright © Melissa DuVant The right of Melissa DuVant to be identified as the
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invention. Table of Contents Chapter One: New Stock, Slightly Used Chapter Three: Troublesome Twosome Chapter Four: Interactive Activities Chapter Five: Personal Attention Chapter Six: Working Night, Working Girl Chapter Seven: A Night at the Races Chapter Eight: Caitlyn's Appointment Chapter Nine: First Times, Twice Over Chapter Ten: First Times, Part Two Fall of the House of Kalthaxia Chapter 3: Confession of Sins Something about an attractive, obedient young woman in a maid uniform really does have a unique appeal, doesn't it? Chapter One: New Stock, Slightly Used The air was swelteringly hot, Sophie pausing for a moment by a fan, enjoying the air blowing over her body. It made her glad of the short skirt of her uniform, helping her to lose heat faster, turning so that the fan could blow air over her back, where the maid uniform dipped down. Most of the other maids had gone for lighter uniforms today - even Rin, who normally wore ankle-length skirts, had replaced that with a knee-length one. Velvet, in her tight latex, was suffering, her face bright with sweat, ice-cubes in her cleavage. The Bunnybitch was less active than normal, sat down with several fans surrounding her, sucking on an ice cube. She focused, trying to make her hips sway a little more, to make the short skirt move, hopefully showing off the fluffy petticoats beneath, as well as the frilled thigh-bands she was wearing. The heels added a few more inches to her height as well, making her feel sexier and more attractive. Her hands were sweaty against the metal tray she was holding, the condensation sliding down the beer bottles making her feel thirsty. Having to keep her head tilted tilt make it harder to keep her balance as well, the bit-gag between her teeth making it impossible not to dribble. She could already feel sticky spittle down her breasts, oozing into her uniform. Her teeth sank into the rubber, her jaw aching a little, and whenever she tensed her mouth, she could feel the more solid inner core. But she tried to walk with a sultry grace, as a maid should! 'Yourph drinkph, maphters.' She had to speak slowly and carefully, forcing her words out around the gag, everything she said vague and mushy. And it was impossible to avoid more dribble splashing out! She took each bottle of beer off the tray in order, enjoying the feeling of the cool glass against her hand. 'This is the new girl I was talking about. Only started a few weeks ago.' She tried to smile, the gag distorting her expression, and curtseyed, lifting up her skirt to show off more of her legs, before flapping it to fan herself. Maybe she could use them to start building a fan-base? Some of the other maids had regulars, customers that returned just to see them, again and again - and that paid more! She glanced over at the next table, where Rin was sat next to a man, her hand beneath the table, whispering seductively into his ear as she jacked him off. If she could get fans and followers like that, then she could earn a lot more! And it would be nice to have that sort of attention - but compared to most of the other women here, she was short, and didn't stand out much. Sophie turned around, giving her butt a shake and lifting her skirt a little more to show off her buttocks, bare except for a thong, enjoying the faint murmurs of approval. 'Woulph youph liph anyphinh elph?' Her jaw was aching from tensing against the gag, but the way the men were staring at her was sending an intoxicating thrill into her body, a warmth starting to blossom between her legs. No-one normally looked at her like that anywhere else, even when she tried to dress up sexily! 'I can think of a few things.' One of them spoke, before turning back to the others. 'She's a bit short, but kinda cute. And she's not popular yet, which means her rates are nice and cheap. You can book her for the entire evening for what would get Miss Rin for about 20 minutes!' Sophie grimaced, growling softly through the gag - not that the men seemed to notice. Just because Rin was tall, gorgeous, seductive and had a waiting list! It wasn't fair - and she was even a nice person, who had helped Sophie pick an outfit, digging through the racks to find one that fitted her! It would have been easier if she was an elitest bitch, but she was annoyingly perfect! 'Wow, she really is cheap. But she's tiny - and doesn't have many ratings yet. Can she even deepthroat?' Sophie's blush deepened - she'd tried that a few times, but it made her throat hurt, with even just a medium-sized cock, anything bigger was impossible. 'Nice legs though. And she's small enough just to pick up and fuck - I've seen that in porn, but trying to do it with most women is impossible. I wonder how much she weighs?' One of them took a swig of beer then stood up and approached her, before grabbing her around the waist and lifting. She squeaked as she was hefted into the air, ending up over his shoulder, the air getting squashed from her lungs. 'Heph! Puph meph dowph!' Dribble splashed onto the floor, her protest getting ignored, as a hand grabbed her backside, hard enough to make her moan. 'Damn, she weighs practically nothing! Easy to lift up and toss around.' The hand squeezed her ass again, before slapping against the skin. She couldn't protest with anything other than a vague mumble, although being manhandled like this did feel good, and being up higher than she was used to seemed strange, giving her a view over the rest of the café. She heard another chair squeak back, trying to twist to see what was happening, before cold, wet glass pushed against her butt, making her squeak in surprise and relief, the thing cooling her off. 'Can toss her around, nice and easy!' To demonstrate this, Sophie was thrown into the air and caught, making her head spin. It would have been less embarrassing if the man had been big and strong, but he wasn't even that large or muscled! She was passed over, another man taking her in a bridal carry, lifting her up. There was no use protesting, and it was starting to turn her on, as she was groped and squeezed. 'She's definitely a contrast for, like, Caitlyn or Andrea - they're both stacked out, while this one is, well... not.' That made Sophie grunt in annoyance again - she was wearing a push-up bra, but there was only so much she could do! And her breasts might be small, but they were perfectly formed! And sensitive enough that she could feel the rubbing of her bra against her nipples. 'I don't think I've seen her in any of the games. Wonder if that's because the equipment won't fit her? Like that suspension thing last week.' Sophie blushed at the memory - she'd been set up for it, roped from the ceiling, but she was so light that the machine hadn't registered her presence, no matter how much she wriggled! In the end, she'd just worked the floor like normal, and gotten rubbish tips. 'I just checked her in the menu, and she's open for a lot of stuff. Even anal - although that might be a tight fit. Not got many ratings yet either. Cheap though.' Sophie heard the ding sound of the app, recognizing the sound of someone being reserved. A thrill raced through her - a proper booking! Far more fun than just serving food and drinks, even if she was already hot and sticky, from the weather and her own dribble. She tried to wriggle away, wanting to at least get her feet on the floor, but lacked the strength and leverage to do so, more dribble splashing onto her chest, making the front of her dress sticky, clinging to her skin. The bitgag made it impossible to make any amount of noise more than a mumble, her words reduced to mush! 'Just put a group booking in for her, so we've got her for an hour. Just out here though. Want me to order some toys as well?' 'I think we can manage without. Anything we're not allowed to do?' 'Let's see... no choking, but that's about it. Guess she's a kinky bitch!' 'Most of these maids are, even the ones that don't look it! Well, let's have a proper look at her.' She was put down onto the ground, staggering on her heels, hands immediately groping and mauling at her breasts. The sensation sent a deep spike of pleasure through her, making her heart stutter, as she tried to breathe around the gag. The hand twisted, pulling at the bodice of her dress, pulling her forwards as the man sat down, and she was bent over his knee. A hand pushed against her bare back, bending her fully over, his legs squashed against her chest, making it harder to breathe. Her skirt was lifted, and she felt air coil against her buttocks, a delirious thrill coursing through her veins. 'Shall we get her warmed up then? Hey, what's her name?' 'Sophie, it says. Nothing interesting in her bio, just the usual "please use me, Master" stuff.' 'I'ph nph wriphen iph, OWWWW!' Her words were cut off by a spank, a hand slapping hard against her buttocks. She could feel the moment of impact, the palm hitting hard, and could imagine the glowing afterimage, the palm and fingers leaving marks on her skin. She tensed up, back arching, as she was spanked again. She was panting now, desperate lust starting to build up between her legs, her arms flailing. 'You can at least use your hands for something.' One of her wrists was grabbed, and she felt denim beneath her fingertips, hearing the sound of a zip, and then the hot, hard shaft of a cock was against her palm. She gripped it, trying not to squeeze too hard, starting to slide her hand back and forth. If she craned her neck and twisted, she could just about see, the pale shaft gripped in her hand, already fully erect. She was surrounded by the men now, her other hand getting pulled until it was squeezing at another cock. Another spank, and she had to focus to keep her hands moving, not wanting to lose her grip. Her thoughts were fuzzy and vague, the cock-scents permeating the air around her. Her buttocks were hot from the repeated spanks, her feet drumming against the floor. A long ribbon of dribble splashed from her mouth, Sophie unable to keep herself under control, before a hand grabbed at her head. It fumbled around the sides, before finding the clasp of her gag, the rubber bit falling from her mouth. A torrent of dribble followed, before a cock slapped against her cheek. She opened her mouth wide, trying to twist her head to get it in. Just because she couldn't deepthroat didn't mean that she couldn't give a blowjob still! She licked her tongue over the tip, keeping her hands moving, still twitching every time she was spanked, trying to keep herself under control. Another spank, even harder than before, and she gasped onto the cock in her mouth, feeling the heat of it against her lips and tongue. If she did well here, then they might give her a good review, and she could start working her way up the ranks! The hand slid over her sore and tender buttocks, before teasing against her slit. She was able to spread her legs a little, making it easier for her to be fingered, enjoying the touches and stroking. She couldn't see anything, surrounded by the men on all sides, but being the center of attention like this was exhilarating, drowning out most of her other thoughts. Keeping a steady rhythm with her hands was hard, something she was doing mostly on instinct - she'd never tried multiple men at once! But this would mean a bigger tip, and maybe this group could be the start of her fan group? And maybe some of them would let her domme them - just because she was small, she didn't want to be submissive all the time! Trying to give two handjobs at once was a lot more complex than one, especially when she couldn't even see what she was doing. And she had to make sure to keep her lips kissing against the cock she was sucking off, her tongue licking and sliding over it, being careful not to bite it. From the sounds they were making, she was having at least some success, all of them making sounds of appreciation, along with their pants and groans. The slow, teasing fingers against her slit were sending waves of hot fuzz up and down her spine, making her want to drop everything else and focus on that. But she needed to get the job done first! She increased the tempo of her hands, pumping them back and forth faster, trying to listen to their moans, filtering them from the general background sounds. By stretching and twisting her hands, she could find their cock-heads, soft and sensitive, before returning to jacking them off, hoping they would climax soon. The one in her mouth was easier to manage - the man was only dragging her head back and forth with light tugs and twists, rather than forcing himself into her, so she didn't have to worry about it ramming into her throat! When she glanced up, she could see that his eyes were fluttering, caught up in his own pleasure. Having to try and pleasure three men at once meant constantly distracting herself from the way she was being fingered, which was getting harder and harder, but hopefully they would start to cum soon! A finger slid into her, and she gasped, the cock-taste heavy on her tongue, the scent strong in her nose, her cunt tightening up around it. This was far more intense than just doing one guy! She started to bob her head up and down, sucking her lips tightly around it, getting it as deep as she could, able to get just over half of the shaft into her mouth. It was much better than the rubbery taste of the bitgag! His moans got louder, and she twisted into the sucking, before the cock spasmed, shooting a load of cum into her mouth. Some of it went into her throat, making her cough and splutter, as she withdrew, swallowing the cum done. She was still pumping her hands back and forth, now able to turn her head to see what she was doing. The finger slid deeper into her, and she was tight enough that she could feel each knuckle sliding into her, stretching her out, loosening her up. Cum was on her chin, mixing with the sticky dribble from earlier, as she managed to twist her body, planting a kiss on each cock in order, tasting them, teasing them a little more. She could feel the man's panting through their dicks, as she built them up to their climaxes. And then one of them did, shooting cum out over her, a thin spray that hit across her face and onto her shoulder, hot enough that she could feel it soaking into her skin. The scent was arousing, almost addictive, another spurt shooting out, catching her across her bare back as she turned to focus her attention on the remaining cock. Sophie started to pump it with both hands, sliding and twisting them up, down and around the shaft, before dipping her head forward, giving the tip a wet and sloppy kiss. Another spank made her gasp, her head bobbing further forward. The taste of cum was so strong on her tongue, and then there was another burst of it, the cock spasming in her mouth, filling it with fresh cum. 'Fast little worker, aren't you? Well, it's my turn now.' She was grabbed around the waist and lifted it, burping up the taste of cum, held up in the air. 'Damn, you're so light! Never thought I'd be able to do this with someone. Well, maybe the Bunnybitch, but she's not for hire.' She could feel his erect cock, the shaft feeling massive as it moved between her thighs. Sophie tried to twist herself, wanting to be filled and penetrated, despite the indignity of being hefted and swung around so easily. It was an awkward bend, reaching down and fumbling until she managed to grab the cock, guiding it into herself. It started to slid in, the man behind her bumping her up and down, his arms too tight across her belly, making her pant from the pressure. But even her scant weight was enough to have the cock penetrate her, sliding in deep, as she tensed around it. This was far more vigorous than any fucking she'd done before! Each thrust-drop shoved deeper and deeper into her body, her belly feeling stretched out, the cock slamming and slapping into her. There was nothing she could do to change the rhythm - all she could do was try and hold her legs up, as she was fucked rough and hard, the full length of the cock buried deep within her. Her moans were getting louder and louder, and she tried to stifle them, biting down on her lip. This felt so good though! She couldn't control herself, hearing a moan and only barely recognizing it as her own, her head sagging forward as the orgasm slammed into her. A few moments later, the man came, a thick wad of sticky cum filling her up, then starting to dribble out of her pussy. The man sagged behind her, just about able to hold her up before pulling her off his cock, the length sliding out of her. She managed to get her feet beneath her, staggering on her heels and falling against the table, still panting for air. That had certainly been worth it! And four at once - if that didn't earn her some 5-star reviews, then nothing would. Although the looks she could see directed at her from across the café floor made her start to blush, a full-body heatwave that had little to do with the good fucking she'd just received. She tried to hold her head high as she rearranged her uniform, cum slowly drying onto her skin, before helping herself to a swig of beer, the taste an unpleasant mixture with the semen. Well, there was more work to do! Sophie pulled her head back, panting in a quick gulp of air, feeling her lungs ache and burn, unable to breathe and swallow at the same time, a thick rope of spittle dribbling from her mouth, splashing onto her bare thighs. Her wrists were cuffed together behind her back, meaning that she couldn't wipe herself down, not that she had any time for that, as she strained against the force pulling her forward. There was a collar around her neck, with a thick spring attached to the collar-ring, and it was making her neck ache the longer she tried to keep her head held back. Another pant, before she managed to swallow down some of her own spit, and then her strength gave up and she was pulled forward, managing to open her mouth as wide as she could, straining her jaw. The crowd behind her made loud sounds of approval - was that specifically for her, or had one of the other maids done something? As her head was pulled forward, a thick dildo slid into her mouth, filling her up. It was large enough that it made her jaw ache just taking it that far, forcing her to pant and gasp around it. Once it filled her mouth, she tensed up, feeling tears prickle at her eyes, having to resist the urge to cough. Ahead of her was the post that the dildo was mounted on, the spring beneath it. Above the cock, also mounted on the post, was a large button, in line with her nose. And above that was a screen, showing her score. This close, she could only see the bottom part of it, but she knew it was low - getting her head forward enough to tap her nose against the button was hard! Sophie relaxed her throat, or at least tried to, pushing her head forward. Several more maids were on either side of her, all in the same scenario, deep-throating the dildos, gulping, slurping and sucking, pushing themselves forward to hold the button down for as long as possible. She could hear a constant series of chimes, as everyone else's scores ticked up, feeling a slow shame burn through her - everyone else was so much better at this than her! The maid to her left was moving with swift, regular motions, seemingly unbothered by the strength of the spring, taking the full length of the shaft into her mouth, making her throat bulge. Some of her makeup was running down her face, inky black smears from forced tears, but she pushed her nose against the button, another chime sounding out. And then she managed to hold that position, despite the tears starting to form in her eyes. Sophie tried to emulate her position, forcing her head forward, the cock pushing against her throat, then forcing the tight hole wide. It stretched her out, and tears started to flow down her face, as she forced herself forward, little by little. She could barely breathe, just sucking in a scant flow of air through her nose, with thick, sticky dribble flowing from her mouth. The button filled her vision, getting closer and closer, but oh-so-slowly, especially compared to the fast and easy movements of all the other maids! Her nose pressed against the button, lightly tapping against it, without enough force to push it down. She had to strain herself even more, her throat aching even more as it was stretched wide, the dildo filling her entirely, before she felt the button slide inwards. The instant she heard a chime, she started fighting to draw back, the spring tightening up as she withdrew. Combined with the lack of air in her lungs, it made her feel weak and pathetic, as she struggled to pull back. She managed to get it out of her throat, and then she relaxed for a moment and was dragged forward, getting impaled on the fat shaft again, gagging and choking. Sophie didn't want to try and force herself forward again, instead pausing for a moment and then jerking her head backwards, this time managing to get clear of it. She was having to stay constantly tense, or she'd be dragged forward again, but at least she could breathe again! A klaxon sounded out, signaling the end of the game. Sophie relaxed, immediately getting pulled forward and forced to deep-throat the dildo again, spluttering in surprise and shock. She tried to twist around, wanting to use her hands to push herself free, but they were still cuffed into place, and she couldn't wriggle around enough to do anything with them! The most she could do was twist out of her kneeling position and use her legs to push herself away from the pole, wedging it between the high heels of her shoes. 'We have a winner - Rin, with 28! And in second place, Sally, with 26!' Sophie looked up at her own score, her heart sinking when she saw it. In glowing lights above the dribble-covered cock-shaft was a bright "3". For how much her throat ached, and how much spit was splashed over her thighs and chest, that was pathetic! 'And, in joint last place, we have Sophia and Sabrina. Just 3 each - although they're both only small.' Sophie moaned in humiliation - she'd been practicing with a dildo, forcing it into her throat, trying to hold it for as along as possible, but this was all that she could manage still? A crop struck against her back, where her dress didn't cover her, the Bunnybitch stood right behind her. 'Guess she's going to need more practice - something I'm sure you can all help with!' Sophie was having to keep her legs tense to keep herself from being impaled again, before twisting to the side. As soon as she relaxed, she was yanked forward, turning her head to the side and just about managing to stop herself smacking her face against the post. She still couldn't manage to get her hands around to release herself from the spring, powerlessly wriggling around. The crop slapped against her back again, making her yelp in pain, before a hand reached down to her neck, freeing her from the spring. 'Sophie is one of our newest maids - eager to serve, and nice and petite!' Another crop-strike, this one harder, hitting with enough force to make her gasp in pain. 'Currently without many bookings, so put a request in for her if you want her! Those of you that are better endowed might want to have mercy on her though.' The flush of humiliation intensified, prickling her face with embarrassment. She could manage most cocks! It was just the dildo that was huge - not many guys had one that large! And even then, she could just lick and kiss it, without needing to take the full length into herself. Sophie stood up, feeling the dribble on her legs flowing downwards, onto her latex stockings, more of it between her breasts. She plucked at the tight, latex bodice of her dress, wincing a little at the wet clamminess of it against her skin. The Bunnybitch moved close, taking Sophie's wrists in one hand, slapping her crop upwards between Sophie's legs, a strike against her pussy making Sophie gasp in pain. 'A new outfit - I'm not sure if you have the right build to try and pull off something so dominant.' After her hands were released, the Bunnybitch squeezed at Sophie's breasts. 'And the padding is a little excessive! Self-promotion is acceptable, but this is almost false advertising. Your earnings haven't been very good lately - so I suggest you get to work.' She pushed Sophie away, dismissing her with another crop-strike to her butt, hard enough to make her wince, heat flaring over her buttocks. She tried to dismiss the shame she felt, before coughing and spluttering again, clearing out the wad of spit in her throat. But she hadn't come last by herself - who had she tied with? All the other maids were far better than she was! Two stations down another woman was being detached from the collar-spring, eyes dazed, the front of her dress drenched with dribble, making the fabric stick to her body. Her maid uniform was a tight mini-dress, showing off her butt and legs, her stockings laddered from being on her knees. And she was short - even shorter than Sophie (although that might be due to her heels being shorter). When she saw Sophie looking, she gave a weak smile, coughing and spluttering up more dribble, before coming over, still panting and gasping from the throat-fucking. The Bunnybitch raised her crop, Sophie wincing, but it struck at the other woman, catching her across her thigh. 'Sabrina - you're behind as well. You and Sophie both need to work hard tonight - you need to suck a lot of cocks to catch up, or get bent over a table and reamed. Get to it! And don't make a mess this time.' She raised the crop again, Sophie flinching again, backing away, glad to get out of range. The other woman moved with her, away from the face-fucking device, as another Maid came over to clean it, mopping up all the spit-dribbles. 'Crap, I'm waaaay behind! I spent all last night with two guys - super hot, but didn't pay much. So, uh... I'm Sabrina, hi! Wanna work together? We can offer, like, a shortie special or something?' It was rare to be able to look down on someone, even a little, Sophie standing up straighter, looking over Sabrina again. Her makeup had run a little, thick black lines down her face, but her own was probably little better! And it was peak time, so going away to fix it would take too long. 'Hey, you free?' A man interrupted them - Sophie recognized him as the one that had lifted her up and fucked her before. She smiled, having to back up slightly to see him properly, before curtseying, lifting her skirt up, wishing she wasn't quite as sticky with dribble. Sabrina was doing the same, showing herself off. 'Of course, how may I serve?' She was still aware that the Bunnybitch was close by, crop at the ready, her butt stinging from the last strike. Getting away from that would be nice! She glanced around - one of the booths was free, along the wall. 'Shall we go over there?' She didn't give him a chance to respond, walking away, being sure to sway her hips, feeling her petticoats ruffle, trying to build up her self-confidence. At least someone wanted her, even if the other maids were getting far more attention! Sabrina walked alongside her, whispering into her ear. '50/50 split? It shouldn't take long to get him done, with both of us. He's kinda hot as well.' 'Sure. I've been with him before - it was pretty good.' They led him over to the booth, letting him sit down before curtseying again, Sophie plucking at the top of her dress to show off her breasts, feeling the sticky fabric peel off her skin. 'Am I getting a double deal? Surprised you've not got anyone else wanting you.' Sophie could hear the loud chatter and laughter coming from other tables, the other maids playing with their favorites. And the steady ding of phones as tips were paid! She wanted to get some of that. 'Just me tonight, but if you're offering, then I think the two of you can use your mouths. You should be nice and stretched out by now!' She sat down next to him, leaning against him, resting a hand on his crotch, stroking it through his trousers. Sabrina sat on the other side of him, stroking his chest. 'A double sweet kiss special?' 'Heh, if that's what you're calling it. Let's see if you're as good as Sophie! On your knees then. If you can manage the full length, I'll give you a tip. Either of you!' He picked Sophie up, easily lifting her up from the seat and then putting her down, gentle pressure until she was on her knees. 'No hands, just your mouths.' Sophie crossed her arms behind her back, leaning in with her head, managing to bite at the zipper of his flies, gripping it between her teeth and pulling down. Once his flies were open, he pulled his cock out, Sophie unable to resist a gasp. The thing was huge! She hadn't seen it before, when he had fucked her, but it looked bigger than the dildo she had been failing to suck off before. She kissed the side of it, feeling the heat from it, the thing already stiff and hard. And the scent, of sweat and musk, was making her aroused. Sabrina dropped to her knees on the other side of the cock, pushing her face forward, so that they would have been kissing if the dick hadn't been in the way. They both kissed and nuzzled it, leaving red lipstick smears along its length, the man making a sound of pleasure. 'Neither of you can really do a titjob, but this is even better.' Sophie growled, before he moved his hips and the length of the shaft swung, hitting her across the face. The mass of it was enough that she could feel a slight sting of impact, turning her head so it didn't hit her eyes. Was it getting even hotter, or was that her imagination? She licked at it, her tongue touching against Sabrina's, as they both licked and kissed at it. She moved her head up to the top, flicking her tongue against the cock-crown, enjoying the sigh of pleasure. 'You going to try it then? You managed it in your pussy - but your throat seems tighter.' A hand grabbed the top of her head, Sabrina digging her fingers into Sophie's hair. The other woman licked along the cock, kissing the crown as well, before whispering into Sophie's ear. 'I'm not even going to try and take that! You can do it.' She pushed Sophie's head forward, the cock filling her mouth, as she stretched her jaw wide. At least she was already warmed up from the dildo-sucking, but it was making her mouth ache! And she couldn't respond to Sabrina, or do anything other than mumble around the cock-shaft, rolling her tongue over and around it. Sophie started to bob her head up and down, looking up, trying to smile around the cock. There was no way that she'd be able to take the whole length into her mouth and throat! It was already hard to breathe, with her mouth blocked, and every inhalation was heavy with cock-scent, making her feel dizzy. Sabrina started to pull her head back and forth, putting more force into the forward pushes, Sophie starting to splutter and gasp. She could relax her throat, but there was only so much she could do! And keeping her gaze upwards was getting harder and harder, as her eyes started to water. It didn't help that she was getting turned on herself, able to feel her pussy getting wet, wanting to be fucked there. Sabrina was still licking at the side of the man's cock, leaving a red lipstick smear there, before retreating away, starting to lick his ballsack instead, so that Sophie had space to work. Each push was getting her further forward, and she strained with her neck to try and get it deeper. It was a little softer than the dildo, and she could feel the breathing of the man getting faster and faster. Her vision started to blur, as she forced herself to take more and of the length into her mouth. It started to violate her throat, stretching her out, and she had to suppress the urge to withdraw to let her choke and splutter. A little more, her throat getting forced wide, and that was all she could take, withdrawing despite the grip of the hand on her head. Just a quick moment to desperately inhale, and then she pushed her head forward again, impaling herself on the wet and slobber-covered shaft, trying to get it deeper and deeper. She could hear her own gulping, the sounds wet and sloppy, thick ropes of dribble starting to splash from her chin - at least with the latex stockings, when it hit her legs, she couldn't feel it stick to her! Her nose was still not close to her body though, despite how much she was forcing herself forward. This was far more than she'd ever taken before! And it made it hard to use her tongue, with her mouth full, although at least the man was sounding increasingly pleased. She forced herself back and forth, taking more of the length each time. Sophie lost herself in the motion, the lack of air making it hard to think, slamming her head forward. Her nose was almost touching his stomach now, as she drew back, rolling her tongue, kissing the cock-head. It erupted, spraying cum over her face, hot and sticky beads splashing over her face. Some went into her mouth, the taste swelling over her tongue, making her feel even more turned on, as she sagged down, panting, the cock starting to shrink away, although it was still intimidatingly large. 'Hahhhh... Good girl! Guess you're getting a tip.' Ding. She smiled at the sound of it, before grabbing at Sabrina and dragging her close, into a French kiss, pushing cummy spit into the other woman's mouth, ignoring her faint squeak of protest. As she drew back, sticky ribbons joined their mouths, only slowly breaking and splashing down. 'Your turn next!' She grabbed at Sabrina's head, positioning herself behind the other woman, forcing Sabrina forward, making her take the shrinking cock into her mouth, ignoring the splutter of surprise. 'Mphhh!' 'If I can do it, then so can you!' She started to drag Sabrina's head back and forth, dragging with force. A groan of pleasure came from above, the man sitting there, happy to be pleased. As long as he could pay afterwards! Melissa DuVant writes a variety of BDSM-inspired stories, such as Digital Slave and is one of the co-writers of the St Michael's University setting. When not writing, she is generally planning RPG campaigns, reading or cooking. Her writing can be found at www.deviantart.com/mduvant. Fall of the House of Kalthaxia Chapter 3: Confession of Sins The woman whimpered as she moved but crawled along behind him, dragged on the leash. He'd looked around for a servant to give her to, but the area had seemed deserted. But there should be someone in the chapel - as well as the equipment needed to deal with a loose slave, before she could cause any trouble. He pushed the doors open, needing to put his weight behind them to force them open. Cool air whispered back, sliding over the scratch-marks on his chest. Inside, heavy wooden pews were arrayed in front of the pulpit, but everything was covered with a thin layer of dust, except for the walkway down the center. Holy symbols dangled from the ceiling, the stained glass windows covered with grime. Even the emperor's symbol, the spiked wheel, was hanging at an angle, one of the supporting chains broken, the thing slowly spinning in the air. There should be a priestess here, someone to tend to the spiritual needs of the house... and apply penance to those that failed to show appropriate respect to their superiors! Arlen walked forward, remembering past services here, sat with his father at the front, watching the servants confess their sins and be punished for them. Behind the altar were the family crypts, large stone blocks with faces carved onto them, warded behind magical barriers. He heard a sound, the faint thwip of a cane slicing the air, and then a fleshy impact and a gagged squeal. It came from the back of the room, through an open doorway into the confessional chamber. Arlen pulled on the leash, hard enough to overcome the woman's faint attempt at resistance, and stepping through. This room was cleaner and better maintained than the chapel - metal cages were stacked against one wall, well-polished stocks and other wooden restraints ready for use. In the center of the room, raised up on a dais, was a heavy wooden chair, currently occupied by Puli, her arms and legs strapped into place. Weights clamped had been attached to her breasts, stretching them out, her mouth sealed with a leather strap. She was penetrated below, the seat of the chair missing, a fat dildo shoved into her body. The thwip sounded again, Arlen turning to see the source of the noise, the whimper louder now. A woman in the dark robes of a priestess, the split-leg robe falling to her ankles, her stocking-sheathed legs visible to either side was raising a cane. Dark horns rose from her head, ridged and curled. Juni was tied to an X-cross in front of her, spread and exposed, with more weighted clamps on her breasts and her pussy-lips. A leather bit was between her teeth, stopping her speaking, dribble smeared down her chest. From the red impact-marks, she'd been caned as well. The priestess raised the cane again, ready to strike. Arlen stepped forward, reaching out and grabbing her wrist, strong enough to keep her from moving at all. She squeaked, thrown off-balance by the sudden shift, and he wrenched, making her stagger and fall to the side, the cane dropping to the floor. Juni looked at him, confusion on his face, as he walked over to the priestess, looking down at her - she looked youthful, her wimple covering her head entirely, her robe tight over her small, firm breasts. 'These two are mine. What sin have they committed to earn punishment?' Red eyes looked at him in confusion. 'One of them broke a plate cleaning, and so they were sent to me.' She gathered herself, standing up - she was small, barely coming to the top of his chest, even with her horn-headdress. 'You must be the new master!' She took a step back, eyeing him up, nodding to herself in seeming approval. He nodded, dragging on the leash again and tying it around a hook on the wall. 'Yes - and this is my house, and my domain. Or at least it should be.' He stepped forward, backing her up against the wall. 'If you wish to punish my property, then you are to ask me first.' She tried to step away again, before bumping into the wall, squeaking in nervousness, raising her hands and placing her hands together in a praying position. 'You wouldn't... assault a lady of the cloth, would you? I am sworn to holy orders.' He reached to the side, fingers sliding over Juni's bare flesh, hot of the beatings she had sustained, until he found a breast clamp, squeezing it open. 'Such a shame - your body is certainly inspiring some rather unholy thoughts.' He stared down at her and smiled, and her cheeks reddened with a blush, but she didn't look away, instead plucking at her clothing, pulling it tighter against her body. 'That sounds like a confession of sin - something that should be punished before I can grant absolution. Perhaps you need some time in the confessional chair, while I question you more closely? I'm certain you must have a lot of burdens on your soul.' 'I've served time in the legion, I think that will be penance enough.' He put a hand on the wall behind her, leaning in, moving his face closer to hers. She didn't retreat, a cheeky grin appearing on her face. 'But I suppose a close and personal relationship with a daughter of the church of his Imperial Majesty could be useful.' She looked young, and didn't have any symbols of rank - she had probably been sent here to get rid of her, rather than due to any influence of her own. 'I am Sister Harutha Saint Suran.' She leaned in closer, so her face was close to his, running her tongue over her lips. 'I am sworn to sacred orders, and to serve none but his Divine Majesty with my body.' The look in her eyes was a challenge, her breath soft on his face, sweet-smelling. Arlen reached out and squeezed one of her breasts - soft and small, fitting easily into the palm of his hand, before sliding down, finding the thigh-slit of her outfit, and touching the warm, bare skin just above her stocking, fingers curving up to her buttocks and grabbing. She sucked in a breath, eyes going even wider. 'I am the master of this house - even if unacknowledged. And the Emperor isn't here... But I am. And I believe it only right and just that the master of the house be allowed to inspect and judge all who work within it? And perhaps assign them penance for overstepping their bounds?' His other hand still held the clamp, and he held it up so that Harutha could see it. 'I wonder if you can deal with what you do to others, Sister Harutha. Pain is good for the soul, so I'm told - and I'm sure that applies even to clergy.' He slid his hand beneath her clothing, back around to the front, over her hips, finding she wasn't wearing anything beneath it other than her garter belt. 'Should a daughter of the faith not be clad more properly? I think that deserves some penance.' His fingers traced against her soft skin, seeking her slit - he could feel metal rings penetrating the skin, wires twisted between them, and a light dusting of pubic hair around it. Between the wires was a disk, the size of a fingernail, embossed with some design he couldn't make out. She squirmed around, but not enough to break contact, still staring into his eyes. As her mouth opened and her tongue came out, he lunged with the weighted clamp, attaching it to her tongue. Harutha winced in pain, trying to withdraw her tongue into her mouth, the weight dangling around. 'Owww! Thaph hurph!' 'I think it is deserved. Now, your master desires to examine you more closely.' He brushed fingers over her lower lips, feeling moisture there, between the binding wires. 'To determine if you are worthy of your post. Will you obey, or do I need to be more forceful?' 'Mphhh...' The clamp bounced around, dribble splashing from her mouth onto her vestments, staining them even darker black. Her shoulders were pushed back, making her breasts more prominent, her arms limp by her sides, before she started to pull her clothing upwards, revealing more and more of her silk-sheathed legs. He kept teasing and stroking her as she pulled upwards, their eyes locked together. Harutha had to pull it over her head, in a single smooth motion, revealing smooth, pale skin beneath, although she lift her wimple on. One of her arms crossed over her chest, covering her breasts, the other falling back to her side. 'Iphhh thiph saphiphactory?' 'A good priestess should hide nothing, surely.' She squeaked, blush intensifying, her cheeks swiftly turning a crimson red, finally glancing away in surrender, dropping her arm to reveal her breasts - small, pert mounds, the nipples erect, then sagging against the wall. Her tongue was pink and wet, dragged from her mouth by the weight, more dribble flowing from her mouth, now splashing directly onto her skin. Arlen stepped back, tilting his head to examine her fully. She ground her shoulders against the wall, an amusing amount of embarrassment overcoming her, her fingers twitching open and closed. 'Well, you're certainly attractive enough. If you hadn't joined the faith, then you'd probably be adorning a lord's bedroom, wouldn't you? Although I think you'd enjoy that, wouldn't you. Your body is built to please - and I'm sure you can think of what you can do to please me.' 'Mmmmppphhh...' Her sigh resulted in a strong flow of dribble down her skin, streaking between her breasts, down her smooth belly. She leaned back against the wall, pushing her hips forward, drawing attention to her crotch - a light fuzz of pubic hair was visible, a startling red color. On her lower belly, over her womb and ovaries, was a red tattoo, showing her religious devotion. Beneath that her pussy was sealed shut with a crisscross of wires between the penetrating rings, holding up a small disk. Bright red sealing wax had been stamped onto the disk, an arcane sigil embossed into place, locking her shut, despite her obvious desires. 'What are you hiding beneath that wimple, Sister Harutha?' She whimpered again, spreading her legs wider, the wires still holding her slit shit. Arlen reached out, finding where the wraps of cloth knotted onto themselves and yanking, pulling it open, and then tearing the head-covering open. It unwrapped, peeling itself away from her head, and a wave of hair, a brilliant copper-red color, cascaded out, flowing to her shoulders. And the horns were coming from her head - not an ornamental head-dress, but poking out from the bright hair. 'The old blood is strong in you!' He'd seen a few bastards in the legion with horn-stumps, strange bone discs on the sides of their heads, the rest sliced off and sold to alchemists or sorcerers to power their magic, but never one with intact horns. He reached out and touched one - it was strangely warm, the bone ridged, making a noise as he ran his fingernail against it. The ridges weren't sharp either, and the horn was strong and tough, her head moving as he twisted at it. 'Nphhh...' She made a long sigh, sounding pleased, her eyelids fluttering. Could she feel through them, somehow? Those with them were said to have all sorts of strange powers, but were so rare it was hard to tell if that was true, or just tavern tales. A quick slap to her cheek made her eyes flicker open, focus starting to return. 'You really a rare specimen, aren't you? Sister Harutha Saint Suran, of the old blood.' He reached to the side, finding the other breast-clamp on Juni and releasing it, holding it so that Harutha could see it. 'And I think it's time to see what you can endure.' He traced the metal of the clamp down the center of her body, enjoying the way she shuddered, her breathing getting faster and faster. When he traced it around one of her nipples, she groaned, pushing her back against the wall, thrusting her hips forward. 'Eager, aren't you? Not very seemly for one in your position.' Arlen scraped the clamp further down, scratching it into her skin, then over the line of her pelvis, before sliding it inwards, over the dip of her hip, and between her legs. She made a faintly pleading whine, shaking her head slightly, smearing dribble all over her chest, blazingly bright hair shaking about. He squeezed the clamp open, before pushing it up and releasing, making it bite onto a pussy-lip, between the piercings, the weight dragging out her soft skin. Harutha gasped in pain, whimpering again. 'Hmm, that's a bit uneven. I think you should be more symmetrical - and then you can use that sweet mouth for something other than prayer.' Arlen pulled on the tongue-clamp, dragging her tongue further from her mouth, enjoying her groan of pain, before he released the clamp, her tongue immediately retracting. This clamp he applied to the other pussy-lip, the weights knocking together between her legs. He fingered her again, finding her wetter than before, then slapping her pussy. The weights swung around, and she gasped in pain. 'Your cunt might be sworn elsewhere... but your other holes are mine. And you should learn to kneel before your master.' He grabbed her holes, taking a tight grip of them and pushing downwards. She resisted, but only for a moment, before dropping to her knees, mouth opening wide. 'I'm sure you know how to serve.' 'Hmmm...' She reached out, opening up his trousers and pulling his cock out, already half erect. The horns made it easy to guide her head, dragging her forward. Her tongue slid against his shaft, hot and wet, her lips tightening over her head. He twisted her horns, making her twist her head, her lips making a tight seal, her legs spread in a wide kneeling position. 'You can consider this part of your duties now. You will be servicing me when I desire it.' He couldn't tell if she responded, or was just gagging on his cock, as he swelled to full size inside her hot, wet mouth. She didn't seem very practiced, her tongue moving without any particular rhythm, but she didn't resist, as her head was dragged back and forth. 'I may have need of your skills in the confessional as well. And will need any information you have on Amantha.' 'Ghhhghhh!' Her eyes looked up at him, sparkling bright, as red as her hair. He could feel the tight muscular ring of her throat-muscles, and thrust forward, into the wet resistance. She gurgled again, a thick rope of spit dribbling from her mouth and splashing onto the floor, darkening the bare stone. With the horns as handles, he could pull himself deeper into her, the things giving far better grip than hair did! Tears shone in the corners of her eyes, making them seem even brighter, her hands sliding between her thighs, just about able to fit one finger through the wires. She started to masturbate, the finger pushing deep, as he wrenched her head back and forth, his cock penetrating deep into her throat, until he was fully sheathed within her, making her throat bulge. Her mouth was wide open now, a constant torrent of spit flowing out, white and bubbly, her eyes starting to roll back in her head, the whites showing. 'A far better use for your mouth than praying, don't you agree?' 'Mphhpphhh...' She was still conscious enough to make an attempt at responding, her finger furiously pumping in and out of her cunt. The sigil reacted, heat wafting upwards, fierce enough that Arlen could feel it, the metal wires and rings probably scorching her sensitive parts. Arlen thrust his hips again, feeling her nose poke against his belly, holding there, enjoying the way her throat tightened up around the intrusive shaft, feeling the pressure rapidly building within himself, her breathing becoming a high-pitched gasp. And then the pressure exploded, and he came, shooting his load straight into her throat, making her spluttering even louder and wetter. He stayed there, keeping himself in her throat as he slowly shrank away, while she continued to twist her finger inside her pussy, her eyes now closed. She whined, the heat getting stronger, her body starting to shine with sweat, her throat still around his cock, a deliciously tight sensation. She gave up with a pathetic mewl, and would have sagged backwards if he hadn't been still holding her by the horns, using them to gently lean her against the walls, then wiping his cock clean against her cheeks, leaving a long smear of spit and cum there. She withdrew her finger, the heat rapidly fading, although he could see how pink and sensitive her pussy now looked. Harutha's breathing slowed, becoming even and regular, until he pressed his boot down onto her crotch, making her gasp again, eyes opening, gaze distant. 'I'll be taking my property back. If you wish to punish them again, then you are to ask me for permission. I'm sure we'll have many lengthy conversations in future.' He ground his foot against her, making her writhe and twitch, skin shining with sweat. 'You can have this one though - she was Amantha's, who seems to have bored of her already.' The woman whined, trying to make herself small, unable to move far. Harutha only whined, pressing her hips up against his shoe, grinding against it, the scent of her pussy-juice vivid and strong. 'Serve this house, and do your duty, or I will have to punish you myself. Although it seems that you might enjoy that.' Another stamp down, and Harutha gasped with pleasure, her hands moving up to stroke her breasts. 'It seems you may be in need of penance for yourself. But we will discuss that later.' He stepped away, leaving the priestess to gather her fuck-addled wits, releasing the straps that held Jiri to her cross and catching her in his arms. She wrapped her arms around him, soft and light, as he gently put her down, patting her on the head, then going to release Puli as well. Harutha seemed like she might be an eager cock-slut - having her on his side would certainly be useful! And she was attractive, with a tight throat - with time, she could probably be talked into allowing the use of the rest of her body. That pussy-seal might be a problem, but if he could break it, then she would likely be thankful... and even without that, she had two other holes he could take his pleasure with! |