2 comments/ 89021 views/ 7 favorites Shipwrecked Into Slavery Ch. 02 By: LadyJane Catalina couldn’t get much news of the outside world, but because she was Spanish the servants uttered jeers and threats at her that implied that Spain was indeed preparing to attack England with its Armada. Would this change her position at Haverstoke’s castle? If the Spanish defeated the English and swarmed her coasts, would she be rescued and returned to Spain? The thought of that prospect weighed heavily upon her, for she still craved a coupling with Haverstoke. Although the Spanish Armada hadn’t arrived yet, Catalina knew something had changed at the castle; Mrs. Bascomb was allowing her to bathe now, and she was working mostly in the house. Her daily humiliations had ceased, although she still had to serve the servants their midday meal and they were still allowed to slap and pinch her at will. There were no more public punishments in the castle courtyard, and Jake Botrall, Lord Haverstoke was nowhere to be seen on the castle grounds. Instead of feeling grateful for this respite, Catalina felt frustrated. She always knew she was a passionate woman, desirous of the sexual pleasures of the flesh. The past few months at the castle since she’d been shipwrecked on the shores of Devon proved this to her beyond any doubt. She had quickly grown accustomed to having her nipples squeezed, her breasts slapped, and her holes invaded by all manner of instrument. Mrs. Bascomb had allowed the other servants to bring her to climax several times a day, and Catalina craved the release that her sweet death afforded her. Now the servants were forbidden to touch her body in a sexual way; indeed, she was forbidden to touch her own body. Her hands were now tied behind her back at night while she slept to make sure she didn’t pleasure herself. She soon learned that Haverstoke had gone to London and would be returning to the castle with his wife, who had been away ever since Catalina shipwrecked on the coast of England. She was disappointed to hear that Haverstoke was returning with his wife, as she was hoping he would bed her soon and put an end to this game of titillation they were playing. Perhaps with Lady Haverstoke’s return, Catalina would be transformed into a regular serving maid. She fervently hoped this would not be the case; then she really would try for an escape. Several days before Haverstoke’s return, Mrs. Bascomb called Catalina into the kitchen. She was holding before her two articles constructed of fluid chain mail and wire and beckoned Catalina to approach. “On my lord’s orders you’re now to wear something to cover your nakedness; I imagine this is to protect the sensibilities of Lady Haverstoke when she returns.” As Catalina eyed her new outfit, she doubted whether they would protect anyone’s sensibilities, least of all her own, for attached to one of the pieces were two phalluses, and she could only imagine their purpose. Mrs. Bascomb helped her into the piece that would cover her top, although “cover” was hardly the word Catalina would use. The chain mail fitted beneath the lower curves of her breasts and was supported by hard wires that Mrs. Bascomb arranged under her breasts, around her back, and then up around her neck. The effect was that Catalina’s breasts were shoved forward and together with the chain mail barely covering her nipples. Mrs. Bascomb completed the ensemble by cinching two clamps, which were attached to the chain mail, to her nipples. Catalina gasped at the sensation as she watched her nipples redden and elongate. There was another chain between the two clamps that had a ring on it, and Mrs. Bascomb informed her it was for a leash if she chose to lead her around that way. Although her nipples were now burning from the clamps, she stepped into the next piece of chain mail that Mrs. Bascomb was holding out for her. This piece was shaped like a triangle, with a lighter chain at the top to sit around her hips; the chain mail lay heavily against her pubic area with the phalluses dangling beneath. Mrs. Bascomb ordered her across the kitchen table, and Catalina bent over the table in the customary position with her legs spread. It was a sign of Catalina’s complete compliance that Mrs. Bascomb had no need to request she open her legs. Mrs. Bascomb inserted the larger of the two phalluses into Catalina’s vagina, and she pushed against it, grateful to be filled after such a long absence. That earned her a sharp slap on the bottom. “You’re not to relieve yourself in any way Spaniard.” Mrs. Bascomb gave her a few more wistful spanks, as she herself had not been allowed to administer Catalina’s Sabbath day spanking in weeks now. Longingly she looked at Catalina’s rounded bottom with the phallus protruding from her love hole. She sighed and then retrieved some lard from the kitchen and oiled down the smaller phallus. This she unceremoniously shoved into Catalina’s anus, and then she abruptly stood her up. As Catalina tried to stand steadily and gracefully, Mrs. Bascomb threaded another chain through the two rings on the ends of the phalluses, which were still visibly protruding from Catalina’s holes, led the chain through the front of the garment, and then padlocked it. “This will ensure that you don’t touch yourself or manipulate the phalluses. Any time you need to relieve yourself by urinating or defecating, you must ask my permission first, and I will unlock you and remove the phallus from your arse.” She then sent Catalina into the courtyard to finish her job of washing down the flagstones, making sure she did so on her hands and knees so the phalluses would be visible. When Catalina walked into the courtyard, all conversation and activity ceased. This “covering” only served to emphasize her body much more than had she remained nude. Her breasts were protruding forward, the clamps on her nipples, extending and reddening them. Her bottom remained bare and all could see the phalluses sticking out with the chain running through them and the padlock in the front. After a few moments of stunned silence, both the men and the women gathered around Catalina to get a closer look at her attire. They flicked at the nipple clamps and tugged at the chain hanging between them, which brought her new agony. They also lifted the chain that ran through the two phalluses, yanking at it until Mrs. Bascomb shooed them away. “You may look at the slave, but you mustn’t touch her. You’ll have Lord Haverstoke to answer to if you do.” Catalina found her new attire almost unbearable. The sensual areas of her body were exposed and teased just enough to bring her to a dull wanting. Mrs. Bascomb continued to tie her hands behind her at night so that she couldn’t rub the chain mail against her pearl or manipulate the phalluses in her holes. She was still servicing the lusty men of the household in the courtyard, however, but they were never allowed to touch her during this act. She found an outlet for her frustration in sucking them harder and faster, but all this brought her was more gush to swallow. A few days later while she was working in the kitchen, she heard a carriage arrive at the castle entryway. Soon the courtyard came alive with footmen and servants to see to the bags of Lord and Lady Haverstoke. Catalina peered through the kitchen window into the courtyard and felt a warm pleasure at seeing Haverstoke sweep through with his black traveling cape flying out behind him. His presence so consumed her she almost didn’t see the woman following in his wake. Now Catalina turned her attention to Lady Haverstoke and was surprised at what she saw. Lady Haverstoke was an unassuming woman of average height with pale blond hair and a thin frame. She was not at all what Catalina expected from the wife of Lord Haverstoke. She correctly assumed it must have been an arranged marriage, for this woman could have never attracted his attention or satisfied him in any way. After dinner Catalina began her chores, but Mrs. Bascomb pulled her away toward her small room and shut the door. There was a can of warm water, a cloth, and a towel. Mrs. Bascomb unlocked the padlock on Catalina’s rather unorthodox chastity belt, removed the phalluses, and then removed the piece on Catalina’s top after unclamping her nipples. Catalina’s holes gaped for a moment and her nipples burned, but Mrs. Bascomb gave her no time to recover. She motioned her toward the water for her to begin washing herself, which Catalina did, gingerly sponging her sore spots. Mrs. Bascomb helped her dry off and then replaced her garments of chain mail, reinserting the phalluses and clamping her nipples. She didn’t, however, lock the padlock. Instead she clipped a leash to the ring hanging between her breasts and led her out through the kitchen into the courtyard. Catalina knew better than to question Mrs. Bascomb, but she could see that they were walking toward the living quarters. Mrs. Bascomb opened the door and pushed Catalina into the hallway. Lord Haverstoke came out of the double doors to the right of the entryway. He studied her from head to toe and asked Mrs. Bascomb to turn her around so that he could inspect her backside. He laughed aloud when he saw her outfitted with the phalluses and asked Mrs. Bascomb if she had been keeping the slave from pleasuring herself. “To be sure, I have my lord, but it was no simple task. The Spaniard was like a bitch in heat, forever rubbing herself against anything and everything. I made sure to tie her hands at night so she couldn’t touch herself, and as you can see, the blacksmith did a fine job on the garments.” “That he did. Tell me, slave, did you feel more comfortable being covered? Did it satisfy your modesty?” He was taunting her, as he knew perfectly well that her accoutrements did nothing to hide her assets, rather they enhanced them. She refused to answer him, instead tossing her head and giving him a haughty stare. Oh yes, he had enjoyed subjugating her; the only problem was that she still seemed as imperious today as she had when she arrived on his shore over two months ago. He’d have to do something about that. “Well, I have a special treat for you tonight. You knew I was saving you for something special, didn’t you? That will be all, Mrs. Bascomb.” Mrs. Bascomb closed the door behind her when she left, and for the first time since her arrival Catalina was alone with Jake. Confident that he would take her now as she wished to be taken, she turned to him as if in an offering. He grinned at her and tugged on her leash. “Down on your hands and knees, slave.” Oh if she must play his games before she joined him in his bed, then so be it. She imagined that he wouldn’t concede her triumph so easily. She got down on all fours, and he began to lead her up the winding staircase. He pushed open a door at the end of the hallway and left her outside the door. He called into the room, “I have that surprise I promised you, my dear.” Catalina was confused. Was he talking to her? Before she had time to wonder, he grabbed her leash and pulled her into the room. He dropped the leash, and she raised her head and gasped. Sitting on a low stool facing a dressing table mirror was Lady Haverstoke, and she gasped at about the same time as Catalina. Haverstoke was amused by the encounter. “Jake, w-what, who is this creature!” Lady Haverstoke stared in consternation at the almost naked woman in her bedroom. Jake had always had his women, and she had been glad of it. She hated the groping and messiness of what passed for lovemaking, and once she had proved to be barren, unable to provide heirs for Haverstoke, Jake had left her alone. Now what was he doing dragging this woman into her room; she looked like some sort of exotic animal. Her dusky skin was smooth and her womanly curves accentuated by the absurd chains she was wearing on her body. She stared hard at the woman before dragging her gaze away to meet her husband’s mocking eyes. “Well, my dear Elizabeth, you always seemed so uninterested in my body, I thought you might be amused by a woman.” Catalina was startled. How could any woman be displeased with Haverstoke? She eyed Lady Haverstoke again and noted that she seemed rather wan and lifeless. Perhaps she was just a woman with no passion and few desires. The two women’s eyes met, although Lady Haverstoke’s dropped curiously to Catalina’s protruding breasts and the curve of her hip. Her tongue unconsciously darted between her lips, and Catalina noticed a new light in her eyes. Jake was enjoying the scene. The beautiful Spaniard wasn’t expecting this; he knew she had anticipated having him to herself and had been giving herself airs. Well, he would subject her to his wife’s ministrations first. “Come slave, show yourself to my wife.” He pulled her up by her leash to a standing position, and Lady Haverstoke gave a sharp intake of breath when she saw the woman’s magnificence. Jake removed the clamps from her nipples and pulled the rest of the contraption over her head, freeing her breasts. He then unhooked the chain around her waist, so that the triangle fell from her pubic area, although the phalluses were still in place. It was the first time Lady Haverstoke noticed the creature was plugged this way. Jake ordered Catalina to bend forward with her buttocks facing his wife. He slowly removed the phallus first from her vagina, then from her anus, as his wife watched in wonder. “Climb up on the bed, slave, with your knees hanging over the edge and your legs spread wide open.” As she did this, Jake beckoned his wife to stand before her and look between her legs. Elizabeth rose as if in a trance and took her position in front of Catalina’s prone body. “Slave, bring your fingers down to your lips and spread them open for my wife to view you properly.” Catalina thought viciously, “Damn him. I can arouse his ardor on my own; he doesn’t need to play these games.” But Jake wanted to play these games. He was almost in a frenzy of need for the Spanish slave, although he hid it well. He also wanted to humiliate his cold wife for her rejection of him. So he let the scene unfold. Regardless of her own feelings, Catalina spread her nether lips for Jake’s wife. She could feel her bud harden and the moisture gathering in her cunny. Jake was standing above them watching. “Does that size suit you better, Elizabeth? Go ahead, take her small bud between your lips and suck on it.” Elizabeth glanced hesitatingly at her husband and then longingly back again toward Catalina’s open thighs. Her pink flesh was glistening now, and Elizabeth wondered how she would taste. She didn’t at all like the taste of Jake’s manhood the few times he’d forced her to take him in her mouth. She found it disgusting, but this seemed so different, so lovely. Catalina closed her eyes and got ready to endure the embarrassment she always felt when another woman touched her. She knew she preferred men, but she couldn’t help the response of her own body, especially now that she had been denied release for almost a week. “Raise your head, slave, and watch her.” Catalina did so, and this was all the encouragement Elizabeth needed. She brought her head between the girl’s legs and stuck out her tongue to touch her little pearl. Catalina instantly moaned and thrust herself toward the other woman’s mouth. Encouraged by her response, Elizabeth drew the bud in between her lips and began sucking on it. Catalina rocked and Elizabeth moved her hands beneath her buttocks. Her mouth kept pace with Catalina’s thrusts, releasing her bud only to hungrily lap at her slit down to her bottom. “Do you wish to please her, Elizabeth?” She nodded, not even looking up at her husband. “Then fill her bottom hole. She’s become quite accustomed to it and has been filled nicely all week. Use one of the phalluses from her chastity belt. In fact, use the larger one.” Elizabeth reluctantly got up from her position as she unhooked the larger phallus from Catalina’s chastity belt. Jake instructed her to lubricate it with one of her creams from her dressing table. She dipped the head of the phallus into a cream and spread it down the shaft. She then returned to Catalina, who had to tip her body back on the bed so that Elizabeth could have access to her bottom hole. Catalina closed her eyes imagining that it was Jake’s hard cock instead. Elizabeth gingerly worked the large phallus into Catalina’s anus but retained her hold on the bottom of it. She then returned to sucking her delicate pearl as she began to shove the phallus in and out of her bottom. The sight of his meek wife between the thighs of the luscious slave pumping her ass with a phallus made Jake’s cock stiffen like a rod. He took it out of his breeches and kneeled over Catalina on the bed. “Here, take what you’ve wanted for so long.” She tilted her head back and opened her mouth to receive him. He entered her mouth pacing his rhythm to that of the phallus making its way in and out of her bottom hole. Elizabeth raised her eyes and watched her beautiful slave suck on her husband’s member. She actually seemed to be enjoying it, and her thrusts against Elizabeth’s mouth and the phallus that she was working into her anus grew more pronounced. Suddenly Catalina cried out and convulsed on the bed, her juices soaking Elizabeth’s mouth. She never released her hold on Jake’s cock though and shortly after her climax, he pulled out of her mouth and shot his effusion all over her breasts and down to her cunny. Some of it hit Elizabeth’s face, as she pulled away from the slave’s sweet lips. Catalina reached her arms over her head to pull Jake back toward her. She guided his manhood back toward her mouth, stuck her tongue out and licked him clean as she had been taught to do in the courtyard. Elizabeth, watching her from the foot of the bed, was filled with an unaccustomed jealousy; this beautiful creature wanted her husband, preferred her husband to her. She spoke sharply, “Stop that.” Catalina ignored her, although Jake looked up in surprise. He’d never yet heard his wife raise her voice in anger. Elizabeth pulled Catalina off the bed, and her husband’s cock, where she landed on the floor. “She’s mine, isn’t she Jake? You gave her to me.” He smiled slowly, understanding dawning on his face. “Why yes I did. I gave her to you.” “And I can order her around as I please?” “Yes, that’s correct.” Catalina followed this exchange with both frustration and consternation. Was Jake now going to allow this insipid woman to stand between them? He was already stuffing himself back into his breeches while smiling at Catalina below him. He said, “I’m finished with her tonight anyway. Do what you will with her; I can send her back to Mrs. Bascomb in the kitchen if you like.” “Oh no, I want to keep her here. I want her tied up at the end of my bed so I can look at her during the night and touch her if I like.” Jake smiled broadly. “An excellent idea.” From her place on the floor, Catalina almost cried out in protestation. She thought she’d be spending the night in Haverstoke’s bed tonight. Instead he left his wife’s room and returned with four lengths of rope. “Come up here, slave, and stand at the foot of my wife’s bed facing forward.” Catalina did as he asked, brushing herself up against him as she passed close in front of him; he did not accept the invitation. He then took her right wrist, raised it above her head, and secured it to the bedpost. He did the same with her other wrist. Grasping her ankle, he pulled it out from her body and tied it at the bottom of the bedpost. He took her other ankle and tied it to the other side, so that she was now spread out facing the head of the bed, her body sagging forward slightly, her full breasts bouncing in front of her. While in this position, she was on perfect display for Elizabeth while she lay in bed. Elizabeth soon sent her husband away, and as he left the room he turned to wink at Catalina. “The man is insufferable,” she thought. He had barely touched her this night, but each time his fingers brushed her skin or when he grabbed her roughly to tie her up, she felt a thrill of response. She had enjoyed having his cock in her mouth and had wanted to feel it everywhere else. The only satisfaction she got out of the situation was that while he was denying her, he was denying himself too. Shipwrecked Into Slavery Ch. 02 She was soon to discover, however, that he wasn’t denying himself completely, for while she was still hanging between his wife’s bedposts, she could hear him in the next room noisily making love to a woman. Elizabeth apparently didn’t care at all what her husband was doing in the next room. She was lying back in her bed staring at her slave’s gorgeous body and making plans. With Jake’s animalistic noises as their background, Elizabeth rose from the bed to inspect Catalina’s body. She gathered her breasts in her hands, feeling their weight, and then dropping them heavily to watch them bounce. She lightly traced her tongue around the rosy areola of Catalina’s nipples and noted with satisfaction her hips thrusting forward in a gyrating motion. She then knelt on the bed in front of Catalina and used her fingers to pry her nether lips apart and watched as Catalina’s small bud began to twitch and become red with engorged blood. Touching it with the tip of her finger, she made the slave lunge forward against her restraints. She then plunged two fingers inside her hole, collecting the slick cream that was gathering there. She climbed off the bed and approached Catalina from behind; spreading her bottom cheeks wide open, she shoved her wet fingers into the slave’s anus. She let Catalina’s bottom globes close around her fingers and cupped her ass with her palm as she wiggled her fingers inside the slave’s tight hole. She spoke for the first time. “Tighten yourself around my fingers.” Catalina clenched her cheeks together and sucked the fingers inside of her until the two of them were inserted firmly into her ass up to Elizabeth’s hand. Elizabeth then extended her other two fingers until they were lost in the folds of Catalina’s wet lips. She caressed her cunny until the slave was thrusting her bottom back against her fingers. Suddenly, they heard a woman’s scream and then deep guttural moans from Haverstoke’s bedroom next door. Catalina was filled with jealousy and rage and began pushing wildly against Elizabeth’s hand. As Elizabeth pinched her bud hard, she climaxed, squeezing Elizabeth’s hand between her bottom cheeks. She made sure she cried out loudly as she felt the waves of her passion wash over her. Elizabeth wiped her slick hands across Catalina’s bottom, leaving her shuddering against the ropes that bound her. All was silent in the adjoining room. The following morning, Catalina awoke to the sensation of fingers tracing around her nipples. She lifted her head to find Elizabeth standing on the bed in front of her touching her breasts; their heft and size seemed to fill her with awe and she never tired of caressing them. “I’m going to make you completely mine; you’ll learn to worship me and forget all about my husband. I know you want him now, but it won’t always be like that. You’ll be my pampered pet and won’t want to leave my side; I can bring you so much pleasure.” She then untied Catalina’s stiff limbs from the bedposts, and when Elizabeth’s ladies maid came to her mistress’s room to help her dress for the day, she found the Spanish slave lying on the bed. “After you help me, you must see to my slave.” The maid didn’t show much surprise; she’d already heard all about the Spanish slave that had brought so much pleasure to the rest of the household staff. It also didn’t surprise her that Lord Haverstoke had long ago realized that Lady Haverstoke preferred women to men. She looked rather distastefully at Catalina. “What does her ladyship wish me to do with…that?” “Bathe her, wash her hair, and get some of my oils ready. I’ll oil her body myself. She’s such an exotic pet I plan to ornament her body to make it even more beautiful, and I’ll replace her garments with something more appropriate, more fitting for a lady’s slave.” This venture seemed mild enough, so Catalina allowed herself to relax. The maid tugged at her hair to get her to move to the tub, and Catalina slapped her hand away. The maid cried out in indignation, “My lady? Is she allowed to treat me that way?” Elizabeth said soothingly, “Of course not, Rose. Here, use this when she misbehaves.” Catalina’s eyes widened as she saw Lady Haverstoke hand a small, short whip to Rose. Where had she gotten that? Rose wasted no time as she smacked Catalina’s bottom with the whip. Elizabeth cautioned her, “Just because it pleases me to please you, don’t forget that you’re my slave, and I won’t hesitate to put you in your place when necessary. I’ll make it clear to the rest of the household staff that they are at liberty to punish you as they see fit for any indiscretion on your part.” Catalina had thought Elizabeth was going to be gentle and grateful to her, but she misjudged her. She was beginning to enjoy the first taste of power she’d ever felt in her marriage to Haverstoke, and she was going to wield it over Catalina in every way. Later that day, Catalina spent a painful and humiliating afternoon with the blacksmith. Lady Haverstoke sent for Mrs. Bascomb to accompany Catalina to the stables where the blacksmith awaited her with his orders and a big grin on is face. First she had to lie down on a flat surface while he tied her arms out to her sides. He then teased and pinched her nipples until they grew hard and erect. She watched in trepidation as he passed a large needle through a flame and then approached her with the needle. As he leaned toward her breast, she struggled violently only to have her head strapped down and Mrs. Bascomb apply a vice-like grip to her breast. The blacksmith passed the needle through her nipple and followed it with a gold ring. She cried out in pain, and before she knew what he was about he repeated the procedure with her other nipple. With tears streaming down her face, she looked down at her nipples, which were now pierced with large gleaming golden rings. But her ordeal was not over. Mrs. Bascomb had her bend her knees, and then the blacksmith strapped them out to the side as far as they would go. Catalina felt as if she were being split open. The blacksmith then, with great glee, tweaked and pinched her bud and watched while it grew swollen. Despite the pain suffusing her nipples, Catalina rotated her hips as the blacksmith manipulated her. He smiled at her response and felt his own cock grow hard. He nodded to Mrs. Bascomb and she stepped in and spread Catalina’s nether lips wide open. He repeated the procedure with the needle and moved between Catalina’s legs. She knew what was coming and screamed out in protest, but to no avail. He passed the needle through her bud and another gold ring soon followed, pinching her distended pearl into its grossly exaggerated form. While she was writhing in pain, the blacksmith planted his head between her legs and began swirling his tongue all around her cunny. Her bud felt as if it were ablaze and swollen to ten times its normal size. The blacksmith had no problem taking it between his lips and sucking on it. Catalina’s climax exploded over the man’s face and beard, and he slipped his little finger through her new ring, tugging on it, as she rode out the last of her sweet death. Mrs. Bascomb undid the straps restraining Catalina and helped her sit up. Her nipples and bud were throbbing, but she would not be allowed to rest. “Come now, Spaniard, you need to properly thank Jed here for his fine work and show off your new ornamentation. Her ladyship will be so pleased.” Catalina limply followed Mrs. Bascomb and Jed into the courtyard, the scene of so many of her punishments and humiliations. She crawled to her place before Jed and sat back on her heels. The servants were soon gathering around to view the rings swinging from her nipples. Jed eased himself out of his breeches; his huge cock shot out as if alive, already hard and moist at the tip. A good morning’s work deserved payment in kind. She took his cock in her mouth, licking and sucking in earnest, hoping to bring him off quickly. He had other plans, however. He took his member out of her mouth and crouched down a little so that he could rub it against her gold nipple rings. She gasped in pain. He then squeezed her breasts together, making her rings almost touch and creating a deep cleft into which he plunged his cock. He soon sought her wet mouth again and pumped it as if he were hammering a shoe on a horse. Shuddering, he stiffened and shot his seed deep down her throat. After she licked him clean, she followed Mrs. Bascomb to the platform in the middle of the courtyard. Mrs. Bascomb instructed her to sit at the edge of the platform with her knees bent and her legs spread, as the servants wanted to see her other ring. Catalina didn’t even need to spread her lips; the ring piercing her bud was large enough that it gently nudged open the pink folds that usually protected it. And it was heavy enough that it weighted down her nub, pulling it free from its secret place. She was truly open now, her throbbing pearl visible to all her peered between her legs in wonder. Many of the servants felt compelled to touch the gold ring, some tracing it with the tip of their fingers, others flicking it to watch the slave’s bud twitch, and still others putting their fingers through the ring. It was large enough for even the biggest man to fit his middle finger through it. Apparently, this was still not enough exposure for the slave, as soon a maid was pushing her way through the crowd with a brush, a bowl with soap and water, and a straight-edged razor. She lathered up Catalina’s dark, glossy pubic curls and shaved her clean. Catalina had never before felt herself to be such an object. There was no denying the sexual pleasure she received from such treatment, for even now, humiliated, pierced, exposed, taunted, and aching from pain, she could feel her juices ready to drip out of her shaved cunny. But before she had always thought it a prelude to her ultimate coupling with Haverstoke; now she had begun to doubt the inevitability of that longed-for occurrence. She glanced up at the long windows of the castle. Was he there watching her now? More than likely his wife was. She had no interest in Elizabeth, but oh, Jake. She knew she could please him as no other woman could; she understood the erotic implications of a powerful, controlling force submitting to its base lust, relinquishing all control to wallow in the senses. Hadn’t she done so herself? If someone had predicted to her six months ago that she’d be a sex slave, bred and conditioned to give and receive sensual pleasures, she would have laughed him to scorn. Perhaps that’s why Jake was resisting her; he was afraid of what might happen between the two of them. Elizabeth was very pleased with her slave’s new ornamentation. She had discarded Catalina’s chain mail and replaced it with soft, flowing, sheer silks from Arabia. She still had the hard wire sewn into the seams of the silk, so that it pushed Catalina’s breasts forward prominently. The pantaloons that she had fashioned for Catalina were also sheer and left nothing to the imagination. They had a slit from the waistband in the front, down between her legs, up the crack of her bottom to the waistband in the back. This way Catalina’s holes were always accessible, and the silk covering her bottom could be parted so that regular spankings could be administered. When she sat with Elizabeth, she was required to do so with her legs spread wide open. Elizabeth liked to gaze upon the gold ring between her legs. She also kept a pretty gold leash, and when the fancy took her, she’d clip the leash to Catalina’s nipple rings or the ring piercing her bud and would lead her around. When she did this, she didn’t like the leash to be slack, so she forced Catalina to walk many paces behind her so that the leash would tug at her nipples and bud. In the evenings it was always the same; Catalina would lie naked at the foot of her ladyship’s bed, and Elizabeth would play with her body, always wearing a high-necked, long-sleeved nightgown herself. It was as if she was afraid of releasing her own passion. She would suck on Catalina’s nipples, rolling the rings around in her mouth. Or she would attach the leash to the ring between Catalina’s lips and tug on it while she had Catalina touch herself. Sometimes she would be bold and pump Catalina with one of her many phalluses, sometimes invading both holes at once. When Jake had a woman with him in his room, Elizabeth would force Catalina to listen to them. She would push her right up against the wall separating the two bedrooms and impale her ass with the biggest phallus she could find. She would have delusions of her own power and tell Catalina that she was the one keeping her and Jake apart. She had commanded Jake to stay away from her slave. Catalina inwardly scoffed at this pronouncement. She knew Haverstoke would do exactly as he pleased; when he wanted Catalina, he’d take her, regardless of his wife’s preferences. She knew for now he was enjoying watching her as his wife’s pet. When Elizabeth felt threatened by the attraction between her husband and her slave, she would punish her slave, as she had no recourse against her husband. One such incident occurred when Haverstoke joined his wife in the drawing room after dinner. Catalina, as always, was seated across from her ladyship with her legs spread. Haverstoke was enjoying the view, and just his penetrating gaze made Catalina begin to wet herself. She glanced furtively at Elizabeth and then reached down and tugged at her ring; this was enough to bring her bud to life as it twitched in response. Haverstoke was amused and aroused at the sight of her huge pearl encircled with the ring of gold; it jutted obscenely out from her body and was clearly visible from where he sat. It was a nice touch that his wife had had her shaved. While Elizabeth still had her head bent over her sewing, Catalina slipped her finger inside her ring and began to manipulate her bud for Haverstoke’s pleasure. He watched in enjoyment as her bud danced this way and that, her lips beginning to glisten and swell. She felt the rush of her orgasm and tried to restrain herself, but her bottom lifted off her seat momentarily and a small groan escaped from her lips. Elizabeth looked up quickly and saw in an instant what was happening. The slave’s lips were slick with her juices, and she was grinding her bottom into her seat. Looking at her husband, she could see that he had just witnessed the entire scene and was quite stimulated by it. She jumped up in haste. “You nasty, filthy slut. Isn’t it enough that I suck you every night and fill your holes up until you beg for more? You have to sit here in my drawing room and touch your own body. You’re disgusting. I treat you like a favored pet, but you don’t deserve such niceties. You will be treated like the slut you are.” Haverstoke only smiled and tsked at her. He derived great pleasure out of his wife’s scolding of Catalina and couldn’t wait to find out what she had in store for her. Elizabeth rang immediately for one of the footman and ordered him to tie Catalina to her ladyship’s bedposts. “You’ll get nothing from me tonight; I don’t care if you beg me.” This was Elizabeth’s fantasy. Sometimes she made Catalina crawl on the floor to her and beg her to lick her cunny or suck her nipples or spank her bottom. After much begging, her mistress would finally relent. So Catalina spent the night tied to the bedposts, and if Elizabeth secretly wished her to beg, it didn’t happen. The next morning, however, she had not forgotten Catalina’s indiscretion. “Today you are returning to the courtyard to provide some amusement to the other servants. You will wear nothing but your rings, and I’ll let the servants have their way with you with no interference from me.” Catalina shrugged. Whatever she suffered today, it will have been worth masturbating in front of Haverstoke and seeing his cock strain against his breeches. Elizabeth called for Mrs. Bascomb to escort Catalina out into the courtyard and lead her up to the platform. All of the servants had been promised a grand spectacle. On the platform was a large bucket of soapy water and a long rubber hose with a pump at the end. Elizabeth watched from one of the doorways. She thought maliciously, “The slave has always kept her rather haughty demeanor through almost anything, but she’ll have a hard time keeping her dignity through this ordeal.” Catalina was positioned on her hands and knees on top of the platform. Two of the maids walked up behind her; one spread her bottom cheeks wide open, while the other slid two heavily oil coated fingers into her bottom hole. Catalina grunted at the roughness of the probing fingers; Elizabeth had obviously told them not to be gentle. Once she was well oiled, the one maid continued spreading her cheeks while the other stepped back toward the bucket. She oiled a length of the hose, and then approached Catalina’s bottom with the hose in her hand. The servants murmured excitedly as they knew what was to come. Slowly, the maid began to feed the hose into Catalina’s bottom hole. The hose wasn’t particularly thick, but it was longer than anything Catalina had accommodated before and she gasped and groaned as the hose snaked into her bowels. The servants were clapping and howling as the hose disappeared into Catalina’s ass. Once the hose was in place, the maid holding Catalina’s cheeks apart now squeezed them together around the hose. The other maid began filling the pump with water and forcing it into the hose. As the first blast of the soapy water shot into Catalina, she gasped. She hated this and couldn’t believe Elizabeth could be so vicious; she hoped Jake wasn’t watching but she caught sight of him at one of the windows. He could stop this if he wanted to. As Catalina’s bowels filled and began to cramp, the servants were calling out, “More, more.” The maid kept looking to Mrs. Bascomb for her cue to stop pumping; finally she gave it. Mrs. Bascomb came around to face Catalina. “Now, Pippa here will remove the hose from your bottom, but don’t release any of the water. That will be done in another manner.” Pippa did indeed pull the hose out of Catalina’s bottom with a pop and a few drops of water escaped. She then returned with a short, squat plug and shoved it into Catalina’s hole, as if that would be enough to hold back the gush of water that would be released from her bottom. Mrs. Bascomb then clipped a leash to Catalina’s bud ring and led her around the edge of the platform on her hands and knees so everyone could get a good look at her. She then stopped and handed out paddles to all the servants who were crowded around the edge of the platform. “Now you will all have the opportunity to slap the slave on the ass when I lead her around. The owner of the smack that forces her to release her water will be able to claim a rather unique prize. If you wish to remain in the game, keep your paddle and stay at the edge of the platform.” Only a few of the servants relinquished their paddles; the remainder gripped them in riotous anticipation. Catalina’s cheeks were flaming red. This was worse than anything she had yet to endure, and she couldn’t believe Elizabeth was the author of it all. She knew there would be more than water gushing out of her bottom, and she dreaded her release. Mrs. Bascomb tugged at her leash to signal her to start crawling. The first smack landed right in the middle of her bottom and drove her plug further into her hole. The next one was aimed toward her right cheek, and the servants started to alternate cheeks with the third blow landing in the middle. Catalina was in agony. She squeezed and clenched her bottom cheeks together, but this only brought more mirth from the detestable servants. They exulted in the way her bottom globes jiggled with each smack, and the way she tried to squirm away from the slaps. The large ring on her nub swayed back and forth and her heavy breasts bounced forward with each spank. Still she held onto the water in her gut on her second journey around the platform, but she could feel her resolve weakening on her third trip. Finally a large smack in the middle of her bottom caused her muscles to give way; the plug popped out first followed by a small stream and then a gush of water and her own feces. The pressure that was built up caused the water and waste to spray out of her ass to the delight of some and the consternation of others. Shipwrecked Into Slavery Ch. 02 The “winner” of the contest was a young man who worked in the stables, and he held his paddle aloft with pride. Somehow he had managed to avoid the spray. He waited expectantly to be awarded his prize. “Before you get your prize, Liam, the slave needs to scrub and clean up her own mess.” She handed Catalina a scrub brush and a bucket of soapy water. Catalina slopped some of the soapy water onto her thighs and buttocks to clean off the mess that sprayed onto her. She was humiliated beyond anything she imagined and couldn’t look any of the servants in the eye. They continued their ribald jokes at her expense. She was obliged to descend the platform and clean up the mess that had sprayed onto the flagstones of the courtyard. There she found the plug that had popped out of her ass, and Mrs. Bascomb ordered her to pick it up with her teeth and drop it into her palm. “Now back up onto the platform with you, girl. It’s time for Liam to get his reward.” Catalina imagined that his reward would be for her to suck him off. Oh well, she had done that enough times in public. Instead she was startled when Mrs. Bascomb threw a couple of handfuls of golden guineas onto the platform. “Aye, those will belong to you soon enough, Liam, but you’ll have to work for them a little. I’ll wager it will be pleasurable work at that.” She then turned to Catalina who was eying the coins suspiciously. “Now then slave, your bottom has been all cleaned out to make room for something else.” Catalina looked at the gold coins scattered around the platform, and stared at Mrs. Bascomb. Oh God, she couldn’t do this. “You’re to scramble around the platform, pick up a coin with your teeth, bring it to one of the servants standing around the edge of the platform, offer your bottom to that servant, and then he or she will shove it into your arse.” A roar of approval went up among all the servants, and Mrs. Bascomb held up her hand for silence. “And if you fail to take all the coins in your arse, you’ll get another enema, maybe with a little more water the next time.” Catalina looked toward the doorway where she’d seen Elizabeth before, and she was still standing there with a smug smile on her face. She didn’t dare look to see if Haverstoke was watching. Mrs. Bascomb gave her the signal to start and she picked up the first coin with her teeth and brought it to one of the maids. She turned her bottom toward her and felt her fingers probing her anus with the coin as she shoved it in. She brought the second coin to a male servant, and he boldly tugged at the ring between her legs while he squeezed the coin up her ass. This soon became the game for them all; after Catalina gave them the coin and presented her ass to them, they’d flick her nipple rings or pull her bud ring while inserting the coin in her hole. The effect of this was further embarrassment for Catalina, for she couldn’t help herself when her rings were tugged. She became aroused. So each servant got his or her own private show as Catalina wiggled her bottom in their faces or ground herself against their hands as they prodded her bottom. They enjoyed her arousal and began taking side bets as to who could make her climax before all the coins filled her hole. When she had just two more coins to present, one of the servants won the bet. While she turned her full and aching bottom to one of the maids, the maid pulled on the ring between her legs while teasing her bottom hole with the coin. It was too much for Catalina as she bucked back against the maid’s hand in the frenzy of her climax. As Catalina recovered, backs were slapped and money paid out. She hurried to retrieve the final two coins, which were then stuffed into her hole, now glistening with her juices. Mrs. Bascomb led her back to the center of the platform. “Now stand up, Spaniard.” Catalina rose awkwardly, legs slightly akimbo, her bottom hole gaping open and widened by the gold guineas shoved inside her. The servants all laughed at the picture the once haughty Spanish slave presented. “Walk over to Liam there, get down on your hands and knees, and present him with all the gold guineas. He can have them all provided he can retrieve them all.” Again the servants shouted with laughter, giving Liam some lewd advice. Unsteadily and ungracefully, Catalina made her way to where Liam stood expectantly. He smirked at her approach, as her bottom was protruding out behind her, and her legs were slightly apart as she walked. The gold ring between her legs was shoved forward and hanging low from the pressure in her anus from all the coins. On a whim, he reached forward to grab hold of the gold ring to hasten her progress toward him. The servants laughed in approval. Gratefully, she got down on her hands and knees and presented her bottom to Liam. The first approach he used was to smack her ass again with the paddle. Her muscles loosened and a few coins fell out of her bottom, as the servants shouted encouragement and suggestions to Liam. He then spread her cheeks wide open and jostled her bottom up and down. A few more of the coins trickled out of her ass, and he now had a small pile in front of him. Keeping his hold on her cheeks, he ordered her to expel. One of the servants shouted out, “I think we’ve seen enough of that today,” and they all laughed in response. She hesitated and he repeated the command, so she bore down and squeezed out a few more of the coins. Someone yelled out, “I think that’s it, Liam. If you want the rest, you’re going to have to go in after them.” Liam had a big smile on his face; he wasn’t averse to doing just that. He slowly pushed one long finger into Catalina’s hole, now mostly closed up again. Feeling the hard edge of a coin, he hooked his finger around and managed to pull it out. He tried this method again, but wasn’t as successful. He counted the coins in front of him, and knew there were three more in her ass and he meant to get them all. “Can I use any method, Mrs. Bascomb?” “They’re rightfully your coins, Liam.” He nodded and called a maid over to whisper in her ear, and she hurried away. “I’ll give you one more chance, slave, to expel the remaining coins. Sit up and squat with your knees spread, and start pushing.” Not knowing what his plan was, Catalina complied the best she could, but she couldn’t eject those remaining coins. Presently the maid returned with another bucket of soapy water, and she retrieved the hose from before. Catalina watched this in dismay; he was going to give her another enema. Liam grinned at the crowd a little sheepishly. “First I want to probe a little to see how far they’re in there. I have something a little longer than my finger.” The crowd laughed good-naturedly, as Liam unhooked his breeches. “Back on your hands and knees, slave.” Catalina sighed. Her bottom hole was sore and aching. “First I’ll dip it in here to wet it down some.” He grabbed the ring on her nub with one hand and guided his cock into her vagina with the other. She instinctively pushed back against him, and he slid in and out of her a few times. Once his cock was wet with her cream, he slid easily into her anus. It had already been opened up so much that afternoon, it wasn’t too difficult. He really had no intention or expectation of discovering where the remaining coins were; he was just enjoying being inside her tight hole. He slammed against her ass, while his finger was snug inside her gold ring pinching at her bud. To her shame, Catalina climaxed again, and once again money exchanged hands. It was always a sure bet that the slave would climax. Liam soaked her ass, along with his missing coins, with his effusion and pulled out to the cheers of the audience. “Well, I didn’t find anything in there with my cock.” Catalina was still panting on her hands and knees with Liam’s gush oozing out of her bottom and running down her thighs. He used his own gush to lubricate the head of the nozzle, and once again Catalina felt the rubber hose feeding into her. Liam had the maid pump the water; it wasn’t as uncomfortable this time since she was already cleaned out. Liam made her hold the water for five minutes and ten paddles. He was going to allow her to release on the tenth paddle. While she was waiting the five minutes, her ladyship walked into the courtyard. Silence descended as she made her approach toward the platform. She stared right into Catalina’s eyes before the slave dropped hers in shame and embarrassment. She knew Elizabeth had watched the entire scene unfold. “Has everyone been enjoying themselves this afternoon?” Voices rose in assent. “I’m pleased at the way you used the slave; that’s what she’s here for – your enjoyment and entertainment. We’ll have to plan more games centered around the slave.” She then left the courtyard, but she maintained her position at the open doorway to watch the final humiliation of her slave. When the five minutes had passed, Liam began to paddle Catalina. The crowd counted with him “One, two, three…” With each smack, Catalina clenched her bottom to hold in the water. She wasn’t sure what would happen if she released before the tenth paddle, but she didn’t want to find out. “Eight, nine, ten.” The water once again gushed out of Catalina’s bottom, and with it the three gold guineas. The crowd cheered and Liam happily gathered up his reward. Mrs. Bascomb dismissed all the servants and ordered them back to work. Catalina, she made clean up her mess again on the platform. When she was done, Mrs. Bascomb led her back to the house. Elizabeth was waiting for her. “Did you enjoy yourself, slave? I couldn’t help noticing that you climaxed several times, even when those servants were shoving gold coins into your bottom hole. You must be aching to be filled now, aren’t you?” Catalina began to speak, but Elizabeth put her finger to her lips. “Good slaves are seen and not heard. Come, I have something you’ll enjoy.” She led Catalina to a corner of the drawing room where there were two long chains hanging down from the ceiling. She positioned Catalina under the lines and attached a chain between her nipple rings. She then attached one of the chains from the ceiling to the chain connecting her nipple rings. The effect was to pull her breasts and nipples upward. Next she attached the second chain to the ring between her legs; again, there was no slack and the ceiling chain pulled painfully at her nub. “Now spread your legs apart. I know you enjoyed so much being filled up today, I don’t want to disappoint you.” She brought forth a phallus with a silky tail attached to the end; covering her own hands with gloves, she spread the shaft liberally with cream, and then worked it into Catalina’s sore bottom hole. She watched her face intently for a few seconds, until she saw Catalina grimace. “That’s right, my slave, the cream is a little itchy. It’s actually medicinal and will heal your sore bottom, but it does itch a little at first”; she gave a low, spiteful laugh and slapped Catalina’s bottom sending the tail fluttering up and down. Catalina heard rather than saw Haverstoke enter the room, as she was too ashamed to raise her eyes to look at him. He looked in surprise at her position and noted that every few seconds she twitched her bottom, wagging her tail. He raised his brows at Elizabeth in question. “Oh, it’s just a little medicine on the phallus in her bottom. I thought she might need it after everything that went in there today. It does itch a little, but I don’t find it unpleasant to watch the slave wiggle her bottom for us. The itching should stop in an hour or so. Did you see the festivities this afternoon, Jake?” “I did.” There was humor in his voice and Catalina hated him for it. “Of course the slave did shame herself quite spectacularly. Did you see the mess that came out of her bottom? Mrs. Bascomb made her clean it all up. And then of course, being the dirty slut she is, she couldn’t control herself and would climax when the servants were doing the most base, disgusting things to her. Honestly, I’m not sure having her pierced was the wisest thing to do. All one has to do is tug on her rings and she’ll do anything.” Jake gave a great shout of laughter. “By God, you did it, wife. Leave it to a woman to more thoroughly understand how to humiliate another woman. God knows, nothing I tried was enough to break her.” His wife looked at him sharply. What did he mean by this? He then rose from his chair and stepped behind Catalina. He grabbed the tail phallus protruding from her bottom and yanked it up and down a little, lifting Catalina off her feet. “I may just want to take you now, my girl.” Catalina felt the thrill of response the closeness of his body always brought her. He then smacked her heavily on her ass and left the room. She looked up and smiled triumphantly at Lady Haverstoke whose eyes had narrowed and were now glinting dangerously. The look made Catalina hesitate; she hadn’t won yet. Shipwrecked Into Slavery Ch. 03 The day had finally arrived. The news spread quickly in Devon that the English Fleet had defeated the Spanish Armada, sending the Spanish ships staggering up the coast of Scotland and breaking up across the Atlantic. Sir Francis Drake’s heroism was solidified as word of his calm demeanor in the face of attack circulated. While playing a game of bowls on The Hoe in Plymouth, he was told of the Spanish Armada’s entrance into the English Channel. His response was to finish his game first. He did and then he and Lord Admiral Howard finished the Spanish. Catalina greeted the news without a flicker of despair, for she had always identified herself as more English than Spanish. The victory would result in a big celebration at Haverstoke’s castle, however, and Catalina was almost certain that the ribaldry would lead to her into Jake’s bed at last. It would be a turning point for her, signaling her time for escape. A wary partnership had developed between Elizabeth’s maid, Rose, and Catalina. Rose was exceedingly jealous of her ladyship’s attention to Catalina, and she wanted her gone from the castle. She had put aside some of her own clothing for her, and had collected information for her about her half-brothers and their estate some miles down the coast. She also agreed to set Catalina free of her chains one evening so she could make her escape. Catalina’s only reason for waiting was her desire for Jake. Then she would show him how strong she really was by turning her back on him. He was mistaken if he believed she had been broken and subdued by the treatment she’d received at his castle. The day of the celebration began with Catalina already sore and tired. Elizabeth, also sensing her husband’s impending claim on her slave, had used her vigorously the previous day and night. Mrs. Bascomb and the rest of the servants were bustling around the castle in preparation of the festivities, and Elizabeth had ordered Mrs. Bascomb to take Catalina in her wake, ostensibly so that she could help the servants, but Catalina knew it was just to continue her humiliation. Mrs. Bascomb attached a leash to the ring between Catalina’s legs and led her around the castle on her hands and knees. She was not allowed to wear any of the pretty, transparent silk garments that Elizabeth had fashioned for her either. She was to remain naked except for the gold rings on her nipples, with a chain swinging between them, and the ring on her bud to which the leash was attached. All throughout that day Mrs. Bascomb had yanked her along in her wake to the appreciative looks of the servants. She was present while the maids were making up the beds in the spare bedchambers for the guests. Once they finished laying the linens on the beds, they had her do the most menial of tasks for them, dusting under the beds, shaking out the coverlets, and polishing the bedposts. In short, they stood around talking while they ordered Catalina to do the rest of the work. To get her attention or to position her in another part of the room, they casually tugged on her leash or grasped the chain between her nipples. If they were displeased with her work or thought she was moving too slowly, they smacked her bottom with their bare hands or borrowed Mrs. Bascomb’s paddle that she kept hooked to a belt around her waist. Catalina’s bottom was sore and stinging as she left each bedchamber. Mrs. Bascomb then led Catalina into the kitchens where she used to work before Haverstoke turned her over to his wife. The kitchen and scullery maids were resentful of the soft treatment Catalina was now receiving in the castle’s living quarters and they meant to have their revenge. Again, they set her to all the hardest tasks, pulling her this way and that by her rings. When it was time for their break, they decided to play with her a little more. While they sat down to their bread and butter, Catalina climbed onto the large oak table to serve them, but she was not allowed to use her hands. So she crawled back and forth along the table picking up cutlery or thick slices of bread between her breasts, which she squeezed together with her hands. Releasing her breasts, she dropped the items in front of the maids. For her efforts, she received a tug on the chain hanging between her breasts or a flick to her nipple rings. When the meal was over, the maids devised a game for their pleasure and Catalina’s humiliation. They piled grapes, strawberries, kumquats, and all other manner of small fruit at the end of the long table. Then they ordered her to crawl to the stack of fruit, turn around, and lowering her bottom, pick up the fruit in the crack of her bottom cheeks. They allowed her the use of her hands to spread her cheeks to accommodate the larger pieces of fruit. After securing a piece of fruit in her ass, she was to crawl to the other end of the table and deposit it in the same manner. Her journey down the length of the table was punctuated by slaps and pinches to her bottom in an effort to dislodge the fruit. The maids found as much sport in gambling as did their male counterparts, and they laid bets on who could jar loose the most fruit, whether a piece of fruit would be released at the other end of the table squashed or whole, and how fast Catalina could pick up and release a piece of fruit. At the end of the game, Catalina was stiff and tired and had mashed fruit dripping from her bottom. The maid who lost the most bets got the dubious honor of licking her clean. The maids hauled her off the table, bent her over it, and had her spread her legs wide open. The losing maid bent down behind her spread-eagled form and began lapping up the mess dribbling down Catalina’s crack and thighs. A few times she’d press her face between her legs and dart her tongue toward Catalina’s hard pearl causing her to groan and grind herself against the table. They were not done with her yet, desirous of delivering one final indignity. One of the women scooped up some butter in her fingers and massaged it into Catalina’s bottom hole. Each woman grabbed her own choice of phallus, whether it was a cucumber, banana, or spoon and lined up behind Catalina’s protruding, oiled ass. They took turns pumping her, some reaching around to tweak the rings on her nipples or tug at the one piercing her nub. While her ass was being invaded, she climaxed several times, pushing back against the object and the hand holding it. Getting back to work, they left her bent over the table, her glistening bottom opened by a long carrot shoved firmly into her hole. She stayed there while they worked around her, as nobody had as yet given her an order to move and Mrs. Bascomb had left the kitchen on another errand. Soon Mrs. Bascomb returned and she pulled at Catalina’s leash, telling her to get on her hands and knees. While she led her out of the kitchen, Mrs. Bascomb said, “Now it’s time for you to do your duty in the stables. The men are filled with pent up excitement over the festivities tomorrow, and her ladyship wishes them to relieve some of this tension.” She smirked down at Catalina. “Don’t look so downcast, slave, we all know you enjoy it so much.” The men who had been working outside all day readying the gardens and the stables were now gathered in the stable waiting for their entertainment. Mrs. Bascomb walked into the center of the gathering and dropped Catalina’s leash. “Here’s your reward for all your hard work, men. Use her as you wish; I’ll be back to collect her when her ladyship feels enough time has passed.” The head groom, Percy, took charge in her absence. “All right, lads, don’t push, no fighting, and we’ll all get our turns. Before we rig ‘er up, I’ll have a bit to eat seeing as how I devised our bit of fun.” Percy had already seen the green stem of the carrot still hanging out of Catalina’s hole when Mrs. Bascomb led her into the stable. And he ordered her to bend over a bale of hay. The hay scratched her as she lay across it. There were shouts of laughter as the men saw the carrot in her ass and Percy’s meaning became clear to them all. “Reach back, slut, and spread those cheeks out wide. I don’t want to work too hard for me bite to eat.” Catalina reached back with both of her hands and spread herself wide open for him. Her cheeks were still slick with the butter the maids had spread over her, and she had to pinch her bottom for a better grip. The men enjoyed the view. Percy put the stem of the carrot between his teeth and tugged. The carrot eased out a bit and he bit off the end flush with her hole. This left him nothing to grip. He looked around him slyly. “Push that out a little for me, slave.” Catalina bore down to expel more of the carrot, and Percy bit off the next section. He ordered her to push out a little more, but as she did so, he promptly used his tongue to shove it back inside. The other men roared their approval. He teased her in this manner a few more times, and then returned to nipping off pieces with his teeth. When there was just the small tip of the carrot left in her anus, Perry wiggled his tongue inside her The other men enjoyed the sight so much, they brushed Catalina’s hands off her ass cheeks and used their own rough hands to squeeze them together, mashing Perry’s lips and nose between her cheeks. When Perry came up for air, it was with a big smile on his face. “Now lads, it’s time for the fun to start.” Catalina was still face down over the bale of hay, so she couldn’t see what was making the sliding noise behind her. Then two of the men grabbed her roughly and stood her on her feet. Her eyes lifted to a rope contraption hanging down from the loft above; the ropes seemed to be connected by pulleys and there was a canvas cloth in the middle of it all. The men soon had her positioned amid the ropes, her back reclining on the canvas seat, leaving her whole bottom area exposed with her legs spread wide open. Once she was settled, one man in each of the four corners unwound the ropes from their moorings. When two of the men pulled, her body moved up and down; when the other two men pulled the ropes, her body swayed forward and backward. One of the grooms placed a small stool in front of her, and the men began drawing pieces of hay. Based on the length of the piece they drew, the men began forming two lines. The two men at the heads of the lines removed their breeches, their eager cocks already hard and stiff. One of the gardeners stepped forward with a handful of lard. He reached under her and began spreading it all along her cunny, shoving his greased fingers into her two holes. “She hardly needs it, mates. She’s dripping wet already.” It was true. Catalina didn’t know quite what was in store for her, but her body reacted with excitement at the thought of being used by all these men. Her months serving as a sex slave at the castle had truly conditioned her. At last they were ready. One of the men naked below the waist sat down on the stool in front of her, his hard cock sticking out like a rod. The second man lay down beneath her body, his member jutting straight up. They nodded and the men handling the ropes began pulling. Catalina’s body swung forward slowly until her love hole was pierced by the cock in front of her. They left her there for a moment, as the man on the stool pumped his hips forward, delving into her purse. The men pulled the ropes again and she eased back, withdrawing from the stiff rod. Again, the ropes moved and her body was lowered onto the waiting shaft below her. This hard prick was aimed right at her bottom hole and pierced its target as its owner grunted Again she remained in this position as the man below her plowed her anus. Back and forth, and up and down she went, both of her holes invaded as the other men formed a circle around the spectacle and cheered. Of course, the inevitable bets were placed as to whom would shoot first. The man on the stool went first, spilling his seed into her purse, but the man on the ground was not to be denied. The ropes pulled her away from the winner, her cunny now dripping, and lowered her down to the loser; he now used her until he too shot his effusion into her ass. One of the men ran up quickly with a cloth and hastily wiped Catalina from front to back. And then the next two took their places and others rotated for their turns on the ropes, and the circus act began again. The men were making so much noise that it brought the maids out of the kitchen. And so they were obliged to watch from the stable doors, their men taking their pleasure with the Spanish slave. Every man in the stables got his turn at either her front hole or her back hole. A few of the younger men who could manage another erection enjoyed a turn at both of her holes. One of the oldest men admitted he was hard pressed to hold an erection at all and said he’d be satisfied with her mouth. So he was settled in the stool, his limp member hanging between his legs, and Catalina was lowered and brought forward so her mouth was level with his cock. She sucked it in, twirling her tongue around the old man’s flaccid member, then licking and sucking his sack. She ran her lips on the underside and began to feel a twitch of life. Quickly she took him back in her mouth sucking hard. He stiffened a little and dribbled on her tongue. A look of sublime pleasure suffused his face until his wife marched in, slapped Catalina’s breasts back and forth, and yanked her husband off the stool to the general hilarity of the company. Mrs. Bascomb returned to break up the party, and the men disengaged Catalina from the rope pulleys. The men’s effusion was oozing out of her holes and running down her thighs. Mrs. Bascomb didn’t stop to clean her, instead clipping her leash between her legs and leading her out of the stables. “Lady Haverstoke doesn’t wish to have you in the house just yet because of your filthy condition, and her maid isn’t available to wash you up. Instead you’ll remain in the courtyard. “The phallus chair” as Catalina had dubbed it was sitting in the middle of the courtyard platform, and Mrs. Bascomb led her serenely to her place. Mrs. Bascomb eyed the men’s juices dripping out of her holes and declared, “You won’t need any lubrication; just sit down.” Catalina positioned herself above the seat of the chair until the two phalluses were pointing at her two holes and then eased down until she was impaled by both of them. She spread her legs out on either side of the chair and pinned her arms behind her, so that she was on display for all to see. Mrs. Bascomb then clipped two chains to the ring on her pearl and ran them underneath the chair, up over her shoulders, and attached them to the rings on her nipples. So there she remained for the rest of the afternoon. The other servants barely gave her a glance, as they were accustomed to the sight now. As the sky darkened, Mrs. Bascomb led her into the house up to her ladyship’s chambers. Elizabeth eyed her with disgust. “You enjoyed it, didn’t you? You enjoyed all of it. I thought at one time you could be my nice pet, but you’re really just a whore, aren’t you?” Catalina’s eyes met hers for just a moment before she dropped her gaze. “Yes, Mistress.” Elizabeth taunted, “Yes, Mistress, what?” “Yes, Mistress, I enjoyed it and I’m a whore.” “I understand you even made old Simon spill into your mouth. Is there nothing you won’t do to degrade yourself?” Catalina didn’t bother to point out that Elizabeth was the one responsible for her degradation. Instead she answered, “No, Mistress, nothing.” Elizabeth’s eyes narrowed. “I didn’t think so. But I take pity on you anyway. Because you’ve been so thoroughly used today and we made need you for tomorrow, I’ll have Rose give you a nice bath, and you may sleep at the foot of my bed, not roped to the end as is your custom. Tomorrow you shall take very little food and will endure a cleansing enema at the end of the day. You are not to pleasure yourself, however, and will be secured so that doesn’t happen.” She hesitated for a moment. “Those are his lordship’s orders.” Catalina brightened at the thought. Then it was to be…he planned to take her on the morrow. Elizabeth spoke the truth. Catalina spent most of the next day languishing in her ladyship’s chambers. She dressed in her customary silks with only her hands bound to prevent her from touching herself. Elizabeth returned to her rooms to get ready for the ball and the feast, and Rose was to prepare Catalina as well. This included the promised enema, a bath in scented water, a thorough shaving, and the adornment of Catalina’s body. Rose rubbed silky oil into her skin. She then lined her eyes with a dark kohl pencil and reddened her lips with rouge. She rubbed the rouge onto Catalina’s nipples as well and then highlighted her slit with it. She brushed rose powder on her cheekbones and then dusted her body with a gold glitter that shimmered in the candlelight. Turning toward the looking glass, Catalina gasped at the vision she presented. She appeared to be some kind of exotic creature, not a human woman at all. Finally, Rose secured a black mask around her head that covered the top of her face, leaving holes for her eyes and clipped a gold leash to the ring between her legs. She handed the leash to Elizabeth, who led her downstairs. She was indeed to be regarded as a creature. Hanging from the ceiling in the great hall was a gilded cage, and Elizabeth led her into it. A footman climbed in after her and hooked her leash to one of the bars of the cage. He then attached another gold chain to the chain hanging between her nipple rings and clipped this to another of the cage’s bars. So Catalina was held in place by her rings. She understood at once that she was to be on display for all the fine guests. Haverstoke soon came downstairs to join his wife in welcoming their guests. He approached Catalina’s cage, his gaze sweeping her from head to toe. “As England has triumphed over Spain, so shall I triumph over you.” Her dark eyes smoldered as she stared into his blue eyes. “I wouldn’t be so sure of that, my lord.” He laughed and jingled her chains before moving to the foot of the staircase. As the guests arrived, Lord Haverstoke warned them that he had a Spanish captive at his castle and she was on display in the great hall. When the guests entered the great hall, they were drawn to the corner where the gilded cage hung, entrapping the beautiful Spaniard. The men stared at her boldly, pulling on her chains, while the women glanced at her furtively from beneath their lashes. Soon the room was crowded with lavishly dressed people, all in high spirits. The exotic Spanish slave was a common topic of the conversations that drifted just below the music. Nobody dared touch her, but many gazed upon her nakedness, curiously eyeing the gold rings encircling her nipples and bud, her shaved mound exposing her rouged slit and pouting lips. As the men gathered around the cage out of earshot of the ladies, they boasted of what they’d do to the slave to teach Spain a lesson. Two young men grasped the bars of the cage and crudely commented upon her engorged bud that was being pulled free from her nether lips by the heavy gold ring and the leash tugging it further out. Their manner and looks startled her with their familiarity, for the amused blue eyes looked just like her father’s. Haverstoke, noting the two men ogling the creature in the cage, moved forward to join them. “And what do you think of my Spanish captive, Julian, Sebastian.” At the mention of those two names, Catalina blanched beneath her mask. Julian, Sebastian, and Alastair…those were the names of her three half-brothers. Her eyes widened and she gulped convulsively as she jerked her head toward Haverstoke. He returned her look with raised brows. It was evident that the names meant something to her. Could she really be the daughter of Donal Penlerick? And how would these brothers of hers feel about this if she were? Would they laugh in amusement or would their family pride extend even to their father’s illegitimate Spanish daughter? He was glad she was masked. He wouldn’t relish killing one of the Penlerick brothers in a duel over their sister’s honor. Shipwrecked Into Slavery Ch. 03 Julian, the oldest brother, answered first. “She’s uncommonly special, Haverstoke. There is a rumor circulating among the men that you’re to provide her for our pleasure.” Haverstoke laughed easily. “Perhaps that rumor is true, but I will reserve that special brand of entertainment for the older gentlemen of the party.” He’d actually been planning to invite all of the gentlemen to partake of the slave’s special talents, but if these two were truly her brothers, they would not thank him for it if they ever discovered the truth. Catalina let out a sigh. She was worried for a moment that Haverstoke was degenerate enough to allow her to be used by her own brothers. She knew then that he believed her to be Donal Penlerick’s daughter as she had first claimed when she’d been dumped on his shores these many months ago. After the guests had had their fill of food and drink and the dancing had begun in earnest, a footman arrived to release Catalina from her cage. A few of the guests on that side of the great hall looked on with wonder as he unclipped her chains from the bars of the cage, and retaining possession of the one between her legs, led her out of the cage and through the crowd. People parted as they came through, a few bold enough to reach out and touch her skin as she passed. The footman led her downstairs into one of the smaller parlors and shut the door on her. Presently, there were footsteps outside the door, and Haverstoke flung it open, a group of men fast on his heels, peering into the room. Catalina turned to face them all. One man, licking his lips, said, “Will she really do anything, Haverstoke?” “She’s a slave here; she does what she’s bid to do.” “You mean she won’t scream and claw and try to escape?” “Despite the fact that she’d be severely whipped if she tried that, she has been trained as a sex slave. She enjoys being used in every way imaginable. Why just yesterday afternoon, my male servants took turns plowing first one hole and then the other. She was wet enough to accommodate them all and still had the energy to suck an old man so thoroughly, he climaxed for the first time in probably 20 years.” This drew appreciative laughter from the gentlemen as their own members began to stiffen to attention. He turned to her then. “Slave, recline on the ottoman and bend and spread your legs so my friends can inspect you completely.” “I say, Jake, did she come to you with this gold ring on her nub like this?” The man fit his finger through the ring and began tugging on it. The men leaned over his shoulder to watch Catalina’s rouged nether lips swell at his touch. “No, my blacksmith pierced her. Next I’ll have him brand her.” He casually flicked her nipple rings. “If you’re done looking, gentlemen, I invite you partake.” Immediately upon this signal, two men pushed Catalina onto her back as they each took one of her breasts in their mouths. Their tongues played with her rings, as her nipples hardened and grew. Another raised her bottom, plunging his finger into her depths. One of Haverstoke’s friends, a connoisseur of fine snuff, spread her nether lips and sprinkled a light dusting of snuff onto her. He then lowered his head and sniffed the snuff from her. This seemed a capital idea to several of the others and they each took their turn, snorting up snuff from her cunny. One of them joked, “The best mixture I’ve ever had. Perhaps you could mix up a batch of snuff rolled in her scent.” Two other men replaced the original two at her breasts, and another crouched over her head and lowered his cock into her mouth. “Show me what you did to the old man, slave, to make him spew in your mouth.” She wrapped her lips around his considerably larger member and sucked hard while flicking her tongue against him. He ejaculated almost immediately into her mouth, his friends ribbing him for his pre-maturity. In the great hall, the dancing and socializing continued, the younger men jealously eying their seniors as they discreetly left the room to find pleasures elsewhere. Their wives with noses in the air pretending an ignorance of their husbands’ escapades in the parlor downstairs. A few of the women wondering how they too could elicit an invitation from Haverstoke to join the men. And Elizabeth left with a bleak awareness that her slave had been taken from her. The select company of men in the parlor continued their assault on Catalina’s body. They graduated from their first frenzied grasps and pokes and were now calmly engaged in judging how large a phallus her anus could accommodate. With her face buried in the lap of one gentleman and her bottom sticking high up in the air, another gentleman was standing directly behind her slowly working a large leather phallus into her hole. “I see you’ve used her ass well, Jake. Not only can she stretch nicely, she seems to enjoy the sensation.” Haverstoke gave him a nudge. “I think she’d enjoy the real thing better, Blakely.” She was still sucking the man in front of her when Blakely shed his breeches and prodded between her ass cheeks. The other men watched with anticipation as he eased himself into her. Once inside, he began thrusting at her, forcing her to take the other man’s cock farther and farther down her throat. Still another man wanting to join in the frolic crawled beneath her, stuck his tongue inside her ring, and began licking at her engorged pearl. Catalina felt lost amid her rushing sensations. Her pleasure was heightened by the presence of Haverstoke watching her being used thus. He had yet to touch her himself, but she could see the bulge in his breeches and had to be satisfied with that…for now. It didn’t take long for her to reach her pinnacle, and she sucked with renewed vigor and thrust her bottom back against the man behind her so that his balls slapped her ass. This proved to be too much for the two of them as they shot their effusion into her mouth and anus at the same time. Once a gentleman was finished with her, he’d drift into the background for a glass of brandy, a pinch of snuff, or perhaps seat himself at the card game that was progressing amid the debauchery. A few even returned to their wives in the great hall to dance. The ones who had already sampled the slave could be spotted easily by their disheveled appearance or perhaps by a bit of rouge on their neck cloths or glitter on their chin. They met their wives’ hard stares with a bland look of innocence and their friends’ sly grins with a knowing wink. Presently, one of the gentlemen returned to the parlor and whispered to Haverstoke. He nodded with a gleam in his eye and sent the man away. When next he returned and opened the door cautiously, he had several of the ladies behind him, craning their necks to look into the room. Their eyes widened at the sight they beheld. The men were either gathered around the card table or lounging against the large mantle watching the slave’s progress. The slave herself was leaning over the back of a sofa while a man, thankfully unattached, was pounding her from behind. Each man in the room whose wife had just entered gave silent thanks that he was not engaged with the slave at that moment. Haverstoke spoke up. “Gentlemen, it would appear that the ladies wish an opportunity to punish the slave for taking their men from them tonight. You’ll find me an obliging host, willing to grant my guests’ desires. Ladies, what do you wish?” Lady Petersham, whose husband and father of their five grown children had returned to the great hall smelling like the slave’s cunny, stepped forward. “Lord Haverstoke, it’s a great day in England now that we have defeated the heathen Spanish. This slut is an example of their morals and sensibilities, and we would like to show our disdain for Spain through her.” He bowed slightly. “By all means, Lady Petersham, what do you wish me to do?” “Chain her up by her nipples.” Haverstoke immediately attached a long chain to the lowest branch of the chandelier hanging from the ceiling and compelled Catalina to stand beneath it. He then attached the chain to the one hanging between her nipple rings, which had the effect of raising her slightly on her toes. Lady Petersham then took over. “Shove your bottom out, girl, and spread your legs.” Catalina did as she was ordered by this imperious woman and put herself in the uncomfortable position. Lady Petersham then drew out her closed up fan and began smacking Catalina on her derriere. “How dare you take my husband’s face between your legs and leak your juices all over him. He smelled abominably when he returned to me. My son is in this room as well. Tell me, Sedgewick, what did you do with this whore?” A man quite into his thirties seated at the card table blushed to the roots of his hair. “Madam?” “You heard me, boy, what did you do here tonight?” He gulped as the others smirked in his direction. “Why, er…madam…she put her mouth on my…umm…ah…member and sucked on it. Then later I put my member insider her bottom hole.” His reluctant admission earned Catalina another resounding smack from Lady Petersham’s fan. “Lead my boy astray, will you?” She tossed her fan and continued Catalina’s spanking with her bare hand. “You like your bottom hole to be invaded? I’ll teach you.” The other ladies looked on with wonderment as Lady Petersham grabbed one of the large leather phalluses the men had tossed aside earlier. She presented it to Catalina and told her to suck on it. “Wet it nicely for this is the only lubrication you’ll receive.” When Catalina was finished with it, Lady Petersham walked behind her and began working the phallus into her anus. “Doesn’t please quite as much as my son, does it?” She continued to shove the phallus deeper and deeper. “This hole is quite tight for being so accessible, Lord Haverstoke. How many times has she been used here tonight?” He raised his eyes as if counting and then shrugged. “Perhaps ten times.” “Well, this is number 11, my girl.” And she slammed the phallus into her hole up to its hilt. Catalina gasped as her muscles clenched convulsively around the phallus. “Come along, ladies, your men have been here too, I dare say. Punish Spain as you will.” Tentatively at first, a few of the women approached Catalina and smacked her bottom with their fans as Lady Petersham did. I few of the bolder ones came around to the front of her and slapped her heavy breasts causing the chandelier to tremble. The women grew more assertive while the men watched in growing amusement. One lady attached a weighted object to the ring between Catalina’s legs so that her nub was painfully distorted and pulled out even further from the folds of her lips. Another woman sent for a riding crop and began an assault on Catalina’s ass that left a criss-cross of red welts. Still another was fascinated with the way in which her bottom hole accommodated the leather phallus. She pulled it out and then shoved it back in again, effectively pumping her ass. Catalina’s natural response was to thrust back against the object much to the woman’s delight. They began whispering amongst themselves, and Lady Petersham once again spoke for the group. “Lord Haverstoke, we’d like to see the slave used by three of the men in each of her holes and two more on her breasts.” “Certainly, ladies, do you prefer to watch your own husbands or the unattached gentlemen of the group.” More whispering decided that some of the married men were to join in, but not all. The rather convoluted maneuverings to satisfy the women’s request were accomplished and Catalina found herself straddling one man so he could have access to her purse, while another took her ass from behind, and she was obliged to take another in front of her in her mouth, while two men crouched beside her to suck on and play with her breasts. Once the players were positioned, the orgy began and they were soon oblivious to the audience, so lost in their own pleasures. Most of the women stared at the confusion of limbs, cocks, and mouths with awe, while the men’s eyes glazed over and they surreptitiously rubbed the front of the breeches. The only sound in the room was that of sweat-glistened bodies slapping against each other, wet sucking noises, groaning, and gasping. Catalina climaxed first, furiously clenching the two cocks inside of her. As her body relaxed, she allowed the cock in her mouth to slide easily down her throat. Its owner gasped in unexpected pleasure and then spilled his seed immediately. The two men on her breasts started attending to their own needs and first one and then the other spewed onto her breasts and face. The man beneath her, whom she was frantically riding, shot his effusion upwards, drenching her sugared walls, and finally the man pumping her from behind squirted his cream into her ass. They were all satiated and one by one they got up and repaired their appearance, some leaving the room with their wives on their arms. Only Catalina was left on the floor with Haverstoke standing over her. “You enjoy yourself too much, my little slave. Come, get up. You’re to make a final appearance in your cage.” She unsteadily rose to her feet and once again he clipped the leash to her ring. He led her out to the hallway and back upstairs to the great hall. The dancing was still going on amid whispers of what just occurred in the parlor downstairs; the gentlemen’s names who were involved were not mentioned. Everyone turned as Haverstoke led the slave back into the room. Her black mask was still in place, but she was a bedraggled figure. The rouge on her nipples and slit was smeared, the glitter on her body transferred to others. Red stripes marred the mocha-colored skin of her ass. She had white, sticky streaks on her breasts and her face, and liquid trickled down her thighs and bubbled out of her bottom hole. The guests eyed her appearance with varying degrees of disgust, amusement, and lust. Haverstoke calmly led her back to her gilded cage and attached her chains once more to the bars of the cage. There she remained as the elegantly clad assembly began to filter out of the great hall outside to their waiting carriages. It was a night most of them would not soon forget. And that included Catalina and Jake. Shipwrecked Into Slavery Ch. 04 The last of the guests' carriages pulled away from the castle, and those who were staying at the castle retired to their allotted bedchambers. Anxiously from behind her mask, Catalina watched her two half-brothers leave. Once again she gave silent thanks to Haverstoke for not submitting her to her own brothers' sexual ministrations. It would seem that he believed her to be Donal Penlerick's daughter at last. When the castle was finally silent, Haverstoke returned to the Great Hall. He approached Catalina's gilded cage and eyed her with a crooked smile on his face. "You may glare at me all you like, but I know you enjoyed your handling. You are a woman made for the sexual pleasures of the body. Perhaps because you are so strong willed, your abject humiliation at the hands of others heightens your enjoyment. Whatever the reason, your presence here has aroused me like nothing else. I'm ready to take you now." Catalina continued to stare at him through narrowed, glittering eyes. She was as ready to take him as he was her. Haverstoke opened the door of the cage and unhooked Catalina's leashes from the bars of the cage. He offered her his hand as if she was a grand lady, and she took it in the same spirit. Then he led her up the winding staircase to his own bedchamber. She heard Elizabeth's door close softly as they passed her room, a strangled sob muffled within its depths. There was a crackling fire in the huge grate and a claw-foot tub before it. Steam rose from the hot water, as Haverstoke handed Catalina into the tub. She sat down in welcome relief, the water swirling around her tender flesh. Haverstoke himself rolled up his sleeves and began sensuously soaping her body. The leashes had been removed but the gold rings on her nipples and her bud remained, welded into place. He washed the grime of the other men's pleasure from her body, and as she relaxed he began to tug gently on her rings. She responded immediately, her nipples hardening at his touch. He pulled her up out of the tub and rubbed her body dry. She then stood still in front of him watching as he removed his clothes. For the first time she saw his body totally naked and it was a sight to inspire unbridled desire within her. She was tall, but she still had to look up to him. His shaggy blond hair gleamed around his large head, falling in tangles to his shoulders, which were broad and well muscled. Golden hair was sprinkled across his massive chest, a line of it leading down toward his pubis where it clustered around his already erect member. His manhood was certainly not the longest at the castle, but it was thick and heavily veined with a huge engorged head. His massive balls hung low, nestling against his upper thighs. His eyes gleamed as he watched her watch him. "Do you like what you behold?" Catalina nodded mutely and reached out for him. He brushed her hands aside. "Ah, now it's your turn." He stepped into the tub she had just vacated and motioned for her to bathe him. She soaped up her hands, running them across his shoulders and chest. Light fingers trailed down his back, and she teasingly let them flicker at the insides of his thighs. Finally she brought her hands to his cock where she slowly encircled it, gently at first and then with a little more force. Her fingernails tickled his balls and caressed the space between his sack and his anus. He flinched and grabbed her hand. Their eyes met steadily, and then he rose from the tub, his massive frame dripping and towering over her. She stepped back with a secretive smile, grabbed a towel that had been warming by the fire and proceeded to dry him. As she kneeled before him, he grabbed a handful of her hair and guided her mouth to his straining cock. She took him in, relaxing her throat to swallow the length and breadth of him. She grabbed his muscled buttocks, digging her nails into him as she steadied herself. He pounded against her, his balls slapping her chin. Sensing his gathering force, she pulled back as he lunged at the air. He looked down at her in surprise, his cock startled by the cold after her warm mouth. Catalina sat back on her heels and slapped at his bobbing member. Haverstoke sucked in his breath and made a move to smack her, but she quickly gathered his heavy balls in her hands and gave them a sharp squeeze. He jerked back and glared down at her, now in possession of his sack. His cock ached with his pent-up effusion, but she tightened her grip. "Not yet, my lord. You've waited this long, you can wait a little longer." "What game is this you play, slave." Her lip curled. "I'm not your slave tonight. I'm your Mistress, Mistress Cat." A slow smile spread over Haverstoke's face. "Oh, ay…Mistress Cat." He said in a soft, dangerous whisper, "Watch yourself, my girl." She laughed and rose, still cupping his balls in her hands. She backed up toward the bed, leading him along with her. Releasing his balls, she fell down on the bed, spread her legs, and commanded, "Now, put your face between my legs and bring me to climax." His cock still throbbing with need, Haverstoke buried his face in her cunny greedily. He licked up one side of her slit, then the other. Grabbing her ring with his teeth, he tugged at it while caressing her petals with his lips. She ground herself against his mouth and flinging her arms over her head, she cried out as the waves of her orgasm swept through her. Both Haverstoke and Catalina heard the sigh from the door at the same time and turned their heads in unison, Haverstoke's golden beard glistening with Catalina's juices. Catalina called out imperiously, "Come in, Elizabeth." Lady Haverstoke crept meekly into the room where her husband was planted between her slave's long legs. She looked on jealously. Catalina laughed slyly. "I know you want to taste what your husband has on his lips. Come and partake." Elizabeth advanced eagerly into the room to take her husband's place, but Catalina had other plans for her ladyship. "You may have a taste, but alas, it must be from your husband's own lips." Haverstoke smirked while Elizabeth turned to look at him with distaste. "Go ahead and kiss your husband." Haverstoke bent his head while Elizabeth rose up on her toes to plant her mouth upon his for the first time in over ten years. She hungrily sucked at his lips and beard, cleaning off Catalina's sweet cream. Catalina said prettily, "Now, you can have some for yourself, but you must not neglect your poor husband. Drop to your knees." Elizabeth knelt in front of Haverstoke while Catalina got up off the bed and faced him. She reached up and grabbed his hair, pulling him toward her. His mouth engulfed hers, his tongue probing deeply and insistently. Their bodies pressed in on Elizabeth, who was on her knees between them. Catalina reluctantly drew her lips away from Haverstoke's and spoke huskily to Elizabeth crouching below them. "Take his member in your mouth, and then I'll allow you to bring me pleasure." Elizabeth opened her mouth to receive Haverstoke's pulsing cock. Catalina teased him with her tongue, encircling the nipples on his chest and biting at them lightly. Again, as she felt him shudder, she ordered Elizabeth to stop sucking him and turn to her. Once again, Haverstoke was left unsatisfied. As he nibbled Catalina's ear, he whispered, "Witch." With much greater anticipation, Elizabeth parted Catalina's nether lips with her tongue, flicking at her ring and drawing her bud into her mouth. Haverstoke bent his head and grabbing one of Catalina's breasts in his large hand, squeezed it roughly and ran his tongue across her pierced nipple. With her arms entwined around Haverstoke's neck, Catalina hoisted herself up on his body, wrapping her legs around his waist as Elizabeth's head was pressed between the two of them. Sticking one of her fingers into Catalina's love hole and the other in her bottom hole, Elizabeth continued sucking her now engorged pearl. With her climax, Catalina bucked against Elizabeth's face, shoving the back of her head against Haverstoke's cock. She then let her legs drop and while she caught her breath, ordered Elizabeth to suck her husband again. With Catalina's juices wetting her face and lips, she turned to Haverstoke and once again took him in her mouth. This time Catalina relented and while Haverstoke's body stiffened and he let out a growl, she pulled Elizabeth back by the hair so that Haverstoke's thick effusion shot over her face and the front of her prim white nightdress. He tugged at her nipple rings and said gruffly, "I wanted to shoot that into you." "All in good time, my lord." She studied Elizabeth with a faint smile on her lips; she would get her revenge on this woman who had been the author of so many of her humiliations at the castle. She reclined on the bed as Elizabeth watched her anxiously for her next orders. She knew that whatever game the slave was playing now, she was doing so with Jake's complete approval and Elizabeth dared not protest. "Your lord and master needs to be refreshed a bit. Clean his cock with your tongue." She watched in amusement as Elizabeth closed her eyes and gingerly held Jake's member in her hand while she licked it all over. Jake rolled his eyes at Catalina, but despite himself, his cock began to stiffen again. "Don't forget his balls. They should be cleaned as well." Elizabeth's eyes were wide as she stared at Jake's huge sack. He grinned and shoved himself forward toward her face, his balls slightly bouncing as he did so. She gagged a little as she licked the wrinkled surface. "Since I want you ready for other pleasures this night, my lord, please drop to your hands and knees." Haverstoke was about to protest and have an end to Cat's game until he caught sight of her reclining on the bed, legs slightly spread open, a gleam of humor in her eyes. So he obeyed her bidding and got onto his hands and knees. She was still directing Elizabeth's actions. "Go behind him and spread his ass cheeks open." Both Lord and Lady Haverstoke caught their breaths. Elizabeth approached him from behind and placing her two hands on either side of his ass, parted his cheeks. Catalina's voice was hard. "Now clean him there as well." Jake gave a snort of laughter as Elizabeth recoiled. She shook her head and whimpered. "The reward for disobedience will be the lash. Do as you're told." Elizabeth gulped and leaned into the crack of her husband's ass. His musky smell revolted her, but she began running her tongue along the length of his crack. Catalina's cruel commands continued. "You must also clean inside." Elizabeth didn't even hesitate this time as she plunged her tongue into his hole. Catalina watched Jake's face closely. The humor had left it, and his mouth had slackened with his arousal. She saw his balls tighten up under his stiffening rod as his wife worked her tongue into his ass, and slowly he began to lunge at the air. Jumping up from the bed, Catalina dragged a chair across the room in front of Jake's face. She sat in the chair, spreading her legs wide and positioning her bottom at the edge of it. Jake lifted his head and in the heat of his passion, began feasting on her cunny. Her shaved lips now red and puffy filled his mouth. And as his tongue probed her depths, so did Elizabeth's probe his. Once again, Catalina soaked his beard with her juices, giving full release to her climax, as her bottom bounced up and down on the chair. His mouth rode her to the end until she collapsed back in the chair. She then called Elizabeth away from her task and whispered something in her ear. Elizabeth left the room, and Jake sat back on his heels. "What do you have in store for me now, wild cat?" "You'll see soon enough, my lord." And he did, as Elizabeth returned to the room with one of Catalina's own phalluses and a pot of cream. He eyed her warily as she passed him on her way to Elizabeth, and as she brushed by him she whispered, "Relinquish control." She took the items from Elizabeth and placed them on the bed. "Since you've been such a good girl this evening, I'll allow you to prepare me for your husband." Once again Catalina lay back on the bed and opened her legs. Elizabeth comfortably secured herself between Catalina's legs and lapped at her eagerly. She reached up and flicked at her nipple rings, letting her hands trail along the smooth mounds of her breasts. Catalina then pushed her away and said, "Now prepare your husband for me." Jake's already hard cock was standing out straight from his body. Elizabeth wet him with her mouth and then moved away as he approached, almost trance-like, Catalina's prone body on the bed. She bent her knees and let her legs fall apart, and he moved into the void. His cock found its target, after brushing up and down her protruding nub, and he plunged into her lustily. Her sugared walls held him tightly as he shoved his entire length into her. Catalina turned her head and signaled to Elizabeth, who placed the well-lubricated phallus into her hand. Then as Jake was pumping her furiously, she reached around him and nudged his hole with the phallus. He stopped suddenly as he felt the invasion, and then seemed to resign himself to his fate as he let her begin to probe his opening. Catalina shoved the tip in and met resistance. She said hoarsely, "Let go, let go." He seemed to relax, as she began to work the phallus into his ass. The ring around his hole burned, but he began to exult in her advance. He plunged forward into her and then bucked back against the phallus in his ass. There was no escaping the pleasure. He'd never felt so completely possessed by a woman before. When his climax came, it exploded throughout his body. Even after she sucked every drop of gush from him, his ass felt like it was on fire. At last he collapsed on top of her and she pulled the phallus from his ass. Elizabeth had watched their coupling in a daze. She knew she'd never be allowed to have the slave to herself again. With a mounting sense of unease, she watched them lying on the bed next to each other now, simply gazing into each other's eyes, like two parched souls drinking a long draught of water. She said hesitatingly, "Shall I take her back to my room now?" Jake never even turned his head to look at her. "No, she's staying in my bed tonight. You can leave now." Elizabeth quietly left the two lovers alone. Jake enfolded Catalina in his arms, as she entwined her legs around his. Then he fell into an exhausted sleep. The castle drowsily came to life the next morning rather later than usual. The sun was already high in the sky when the overnight guests roused themselves to partake of breakfast. Haverstoke came to life as if out of a drugged sleep, and he reached across his bed to pull Catalina to him. But she was gone. Several months after the defeat of the Spanish Armada, life had returned to normal at the castle. England was supreme in its power and the Queen had never been more popular. Her speech in front of her troops before they fought the Spanish was now well known throughout the land. Haverstoke thought ruefully about her words, "I know I have but the body of a weak and feeble woman, but I have the heart of a king, and of a king of England, too." He doubted that Queen Elizabeth believed she was weak or feeble. In fact, he doubted his own long-held belief that women were weak and feeble. His own Elizabeth, his wife, had returned to the pleasures of London, and so he alone accepted the invitation to the Penlerick's ball. Their estate was some miles down the coast, so he planned to take his own carriage and return home after the ball. All of the leading families of Devon had been invited, and he felt it his duty to attend. As was his custom, he arrived a little late. The ball was already crowded and the guests seemed more animated than usual. He spotted one of his cronies and made his way across the room, acknowledging greetings as he did so. "Well Haverstoke, quite a piece of news this night." Haverstoke lifted his brows. "Oh? I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about. I just arrived." "Oh, the reason for this ball…seems the Penlerick's discovered some long-lost sister. Of course, she's from the wrong side of the blanket and all, but that's not too surprising considering old Donal Penlerick. Still the boys are anxious to treat her like a sister, and she happens to be Spanish." Haverstoke had been listening to his friend's discourse in growing amazement. So she had done it. She found her way back to her father's family. "Have you seen this sister, Gilbert?" "Yes, and she's a beauty. Looks like some Spanish princess, tall and haughty, although what Penlerick's bastard has to be haughty about I'm not quite sure. Still the brothers have accepted her, so should we all." Haverstoke was scanning the room for a glimpse of his Spanish slave when he heard Julian Penlerick's voice behind him. "You haven't met him yet; he came late as he always does." Haverstoke turned slowly to see Julian leading forward a beautiful, young woman, tall with generous curves and mocha skin, her blue-black hair pulled back with curls over her ears. Her dark green dress was cut low and square over her bosom and was cinched at the waist and pulled back into a bustle, revealing a shimmering white under dress. The ruff at the back of her dress accentuated her long neck and gave her a regal bearing. "Lord Haverstoke, may I present my sister, Catalina Penlerick." She held out her hand to him without a flicker of emotion crossing her face, and he brought her fingers to his lips and lightly brushed them. "Haverstoke's lands are on the coast, most likely near where you shipwrecked." Julian turned to Haverstoke. "It's a most amazing story, really. She was coming across to find us, or rather, our father, when her ship broke up in the Channel. She was the only survivor and made her way to us." Haverstoke said dryly, "That is an amazing story. When did this fantastical journey take place?" Julian answered for her. "Just a few months ago, it was just after we defeated the Armada." Haverstoke's eyes danced with amusement. "You were most fortunate, Miss Penlerick." Her eyes met his briefly before her lashes descended. "Oh yes, I consider myself quite fortunate indeed, Lord Haverstoke." Her brother had other guests for her to meet and as she turned to follow in his wake, Haverstoke stepped in front of her. He bent to whisper in her ear, "wild cat." Her face remained impassive and for a moment, he feared that she would pretend their interlude never happened. But just for a moment. She glanced around quickly, took one finger and pulled down the bodice of her dress. For a brief second, the gold ring on her nipple gleamed before she stepped around him to follow her brother. Haverstoke whispered after her again, "wild cat," and she turned as if she heard him and gave him a smile.