Free Stephanie's Castle by Susanna Hughes

were already hard. It was as though she had
saved them earlier, not wanting Dolly to finger them, so that they
would be fresh and alive now. She stripped off the stockings
wanting to be completely naked this time, and then stood in front
of the kneeling man.
    'Pull my
knickers down,' she ordered.
    He reached up
and found the waistband, pulling the french knickers down to her
ankles and she stepped out of them. He bowed his head again as
though he were not allowed to look at her naked body.
    'Put your head
up again, Adam,' Stephanie said, allowing annoyance to enter her
voice. He obeyed at once. She stepped forward slightly and pushed
her pubis into his forehead, feeling its hard bone against her
fleshy mound. His mouth, in this position, was between her thighs
and she could feel his hot breath on her cunt. She pressed her
pubis into him rhythmically, as though she were fucking his
forehead.
    'You're very
lucky, Adam. You're going to fuck me. A straightforward fuck,' she
lied.
    She got on to
the bed, which was identical to the one she had lain on in the
other cell. For the second time that morning she lay on her back,
bent her knees and opened her legs. For the second time her cunt
felt incredibly hot and wet. She knew that a lot of her excitement
was in this power that Devlin had given her, this ability to
command whatever she desired. She had always been turned on by
words, had always wanted her lovers to talk to her and her to them,
always loved being told that she was going to be fucked or sucked
or buggered and now she realised that her voice - hard and strange
- issuing unequivocal orders was turning her on as much as anything
else.
    She noticed
Bruno's eyes had not left her for a moment. 'Fuck me then,' she
said impatiently.
    Adam stood up,
looking pathetically down at the hard leather pouch chained over
his genitals. Stephanie had forgotten about that.
    'Get it off
him, Bruno. Quickly.'
    Taking a key
Bruno roughly spun the man round and removed the little padlock
from the thin chains that held the pouch in place. Suddenly freed
from the constriction that had lasted for god knows how long,
Adam's cock sprang into a rigid erection.
    'Come on,'
Stephanie said, wanting no further delays, the level of her arousal
increasing every moment.
    The man did
not need further bidding. There was to be no foreplay. He fell on
Stephanie and in one movement his cock was buried inside her. It
was not the size of Devlin's of course, but it was good to feel the
base of a cock grinding up against her clitoris again, a feeling no
woman would ever achieve with Devlin. He was thrusting madly,
violently as though he hadn't had sex for weeks. Stephanie took his
hair in both her hands and held it tight. She moved her mouth to
his ear and whispered in the most menacing tone she could muster:
'Stop now.'
    He obeyed
immediately, though she could feel his penis pulsing involuntarily
inside her.
    'Bruno, use
your whip.' This was her idea. Bruno took the whip from his belt
and in one fluid, practised motion, striped it across the man's
buttocks. His penis bucked into Stephanie. Calling for the whip,
hearing herself saying those words, had brought her to the edge of
orgasm.
    'Again,' she
ordered, holding herself back, wanting to stay on the edge and in
control and not be plunged into the abyss of a climax. Again the
whip came down and Adam's penis drove into her propelled forward
like a pile-driver. She ordered the whip again. His penis
bucked.
    She clung to
his hair and screamed with pleasure as Bruno's strokes fell on
Adam's naked arse and she lost control, allowing herself her orgasm
and feeling it course through her body unleashed at last. How many
strokes landed before he came she did not know or care. But she
knew she was ready for his spunk and felt it jet out into her
seconds after the whip drove his cock into her again. She had never
felt spunk so hot. It felt like liquid fire. She heard herself
scream with pleasure as his spunk spurred her