2 comments/ 40426 views/ 6 favorites Annals of Potentate III By: Five_Eight Another black comedy for the readers of 5/8: this one a modern Victorian tale narrated curiously out of sequence from denouement to beginning. The point of view is the butler of a strange manor populated with shadowy denizens timelessly adrift in a decadent haze on the southern coast of the Mediterranean Sea. This is his droll recollection of one fond evening at an infamous villa where a girl is interviewed by several gentlemen of varying cruelty. The perverse goings-on and nature of the characters are exclusive to them; their views are theirs alone and do not necessarily reflect anything 5/8 would condone under his own roof. ********** Rebecca folded her arms over her breasts. From the corner of my eye I observed her. The girl peered around the room, pigeon-toed like a gawky student, nervously eying a blue paddle next to a jar of petroleum jelly on the coffee table. Other items littered it like any other table, ashtrays, cigarette packs, drinking glasses, but those two incongruities must have struck her as truly out of place. A cruelly handsome Latin man with the predatory eyes of a hawk, a Kaptain in his mid-thirties, greeted her in English. But he did not stand. The Kaptain eyed the slender young brunette from head to toe like he contemplated buying her. Finally he asked her to take the chair across from the one where he sat. As I left she shifted awkardly in her seat, trying to keep her knees together in an unsuccessful attempt to conceal the flimsy lavender underwear beneath her plaid skirt. When I returned with cool refreshments the Kaptain had transferred to the loveseat. The way Rebecca sprawled in his lap hitched the short garment up enough to expose her panties. The Kaptain removed his hand from where he'd cupped the prominent mound bulging nice and roundly from the material. Even from across the room the front of the panties appeared soggy. When I cracked the door again minutes later the Kaptain had them pulled to one side to better promote the charms glistening below her navel. With murmurs of reassurance he slid a comforting finger in and out of the nervous young lady. She squeaked a tiny moan, with her eyes closed she never noticed me in the doorway. Later still I arrived with more drinks to see the lavender panties lay casually tossed aside on the loveseat. One shapely bottom cheek glowed with a bright red palm print. Between the slender thighs her delicious crease shone wetly, the crepe-like flaps of her meaty lips folded back, shiny. The Kaptain's length stood at full attention from the fly of his uniform trousers. Rebecca gripped the base of his thickness in one small hand, tongue licking at her lips, eyes glazed over as if hypnotized by the size and diameter of what she held. He whispered a few words in her ear. A firm and steady rhythmic pumping of her fist increased the Kaptain's breathing rate, within moments he panted as if he'd run a mile. As I set down the fresh drinks and cleared the old ones the inevitable occurred. A long squirt of whiteness launched from the purpling crown. The viscous mass propelled toward the ceiling but fell far short. Slowing at the apogee of its short journey it seemed to almost hover, changing shape before plummeting downward to splat on the back of the hand that had coaxed it forth. Another two shots reached for the sky and plopped on one of the girl's bare thighs and forearms and began to gel. More of the same bubbled from the helmet head but without the velocity of those inaugural bursts. The Kaptain's copious passion slid down his fuselage, coating his equipment with a filmy sheen. This also resulted in Rebecca contracting a dire case of sticky fingers, she moved her hand away from the scene of the crime and regarded the clinging mass of gruel. A frown formed on her pretty face, perhaps because she glanced around the room and didn't see a box of tissues. The reader may rest assured I certainly did not volunteer one of the starched linen napkins on my tray for a mess easily cleaned up by more capable means. Trust the industrious Kaptain to arrive at the same solution as the one I had in mind! He lifted the splattered hand to the girl's frown and directed her what to do. By the time her hand was spotless the frown had enlarged and poor Rebecca looked like she was about to heave her cakes. "Now take care of the splotch on your arm. That's a big girl! Don't look so green around the gills. Scoop up that on your leg onto your finger. Don't look at me like you don't know what to do with it now. You are so cute with your finger in your mouth." Yet the job remained incomplete. With a firm hand on the back of her head he pushed her face into his lap where the slick totem awaited. The girl was made to tongue every soiled square inch until the state of cleanliness met with the Kaptain's exacting hygienic standards. A couple of large globs congealed on his uniform pants and he compelled the girl to kneel on the floor in front of him to reach them with her tongue. Rebecca kneeling forward in such a short skirt and divested of her panties treated me to another angle of her flushed pussy, open with undeniable arousal despite the distasteful task at hand. The alluring crinkle of muscle centered in the valley created by the halves of her fat young buttocks drew the Kaptain's attention, and his finger. Her ass squirmed as his fingertip traced a tight circle around and around the circumference of the pronounced button. Later I will detail just how thoroughly I examined the girl in preparation of bringing her to the Kaptain's study and therefore had become closely acquainted with the moist privacies nestled between Rebecca's thighs. The end of his stern finger continued ominously rotating her trembling sphincter. An endearing tableau took place when Rebecca farted in apprehension. The Kaptain and I exchanged huge smiles and he administered a dozen hard smacks to her quivering asscheeks for her faux pas, adding to the collection of handprints already accumulated. Afterwards the Kaptain instructed Rebecca to resume the laundering of his trousers while his finger resumed its former post, relentlessly circling the most sensitive region on a girl's body. Upon completion of her task her eyes went suddenly wide and she gasped in shock. It takes very little imagination as to where he had his finger then. Safe to say the chances of her squeezing any farts to a logical conclusion again anytime soon remained vastly remote. I took my leave with Rebecca facedown over the Kaptain's lap, his forefinger probing out of my sight but not out of her mind you may rest assured. The plump cheeks of her behind shimmied as she wriggled at the intrusion, a series of grunts issuing from the cushion where she smothered her face. The lining of her anus clung to the hidden digit as it began to slowly emerge, the raspberry colored flesh being pulled inside out. Upon reinsertion the sweet young thing uttered a long groan. Since that seemed to signal the commencement of a lengthy anal inspection I closed the door discretely behind me. Half an hour later both occupants of the study were unclad. Rebecca's pear-shaped breasts are long like fattened sausages capped with very large blunt brown nipples. They jumped in an erratic yet erotic fashion from the vigorous pummeling beneath her hips. She sat on the Kaptain's nakedness with her back to him facing toward me, eyes closed again. Her juices lubricated his endowment abundantly. She squished with every thrust, her lovely cuntlips parted by his girth. The Kaptain ordered her to open her eyes and hold my gaze until he finished with her. She wore the dazed look all girls get with a serious tool lodged inside that sensitive slippery pocket where a lot of mixed feelings tie together. The scent of her secretions hung in the air; no telling what paces the frisky Kaptain put her through in my absence. Her groaning had changed to a mindless joyful gurgle punctuated with occasional shrieks of pleasure. She might not have been happy when I departed last time but she beamed with satisfaction now. The nervous girl replaced by an uninhibited wanton matching every stroke to intensify her inner exquisite sensations. Her pussy slurped, emitted a protracted kweef and her eyes closed again in a charming embarrassment that broke my heart. Soon she underwent an orgasm that made her scream. Rebecca's heaving chest made her breasts judder. The smell of her was really thick in the room now, reminiscent of the cloying fishiness of the seashore. The Kaptain snatched her off of him crying out: "On your knees, you little bitch, with your mouth open!" The girl sighed at the robbery of her playtoy but sank to the floor submissively. Her body still twitched with pleasure after such abbreviated recovery time. I noted drops spotting the polished hardwood just below her gaping cunt, the origin of the dripping. Squatting in subservience drew her buttocks wide apart, the very center aglisten with Vaseline. Her anus had a reddened and abused look to it, the circle of muscle enflamed and swollen. With his rampant manliness preceding him like the proud prow of a ship the Kaptain approached the kneeling teenager and touched the bulb at the end to the girl's bottom lip. "Open your mouth or that spanker on the table won't remain idle for long, my pudding," he said to her. Obediently she dropped her jaw, on her knees with her hands resting on top of each thigh, eyes in line with the man holding a big scummy pole in her face. Once again many squirts jetted from him, four or five powerful ones followed by three or four of the dwindling variety. Having witnessed the Kaptain interview a multitude of nubile female candidates like Rebecca never do I fail to marvel at the man's ejaculatory abilities. The man is a human geyser capable of spewing like a gardenhose several times in the course of an evening. A sensualist and devotee of Tantric sex he maintains a controlled diet and seldom drinks unless initiating a new charge. Vibrant young girls are energetic and athletic enough to make it thirsty work, but the rewards are great. Rebecca made it obvious she'd never had a mouthful of fresh warm semen before, let alone force-fed to her from the source. She appeared to be perilously close to wasting the loving tribute paid her by letting it dribble down her chin onto her breasts and, ultimately, the floor. Might I interject the hardwood had had a time of it tonight after Rebecca's yawning dripping flower petals. The Kaptain would have none of this, of course, and I am in total agreement with his philosophy on such matters. He placed a finger under her chin and lifted her head. "Get that sullen look off your face, you cunt, and swallow what's in your mouth." Finally he resorted to clamping a hand over her vulgar lips and pinching her nostrils shut to ensure compliance. A man who always achieves the desired result! With that triviality out of the way he bent her ass up over the loveseat and with two stiff fingers stirred the insides of her smelly vaginal pouch, stretching her sticky biscuit this way and that during his ministrations. He extracted two tacky digits with a wet slurp a minute and three kweefs later. He bid the red-faced Rebecca to sit and poked both fingers in her mouth. She diligently sucked at them sitting primly with her thighs clamped together and eyes avoiding mine. After supervising her bath earlier I snickered at her modesty. No matter. The Kaptain would not let me retire for the evening without assuring Rebecca tended to my wants as much as she had his. My erection throbbed with anticipation. "Jiggs, why don't you collect Nicholas and Bertie. I think I'd like to introduce our newest addition to them." "Very good, sir," I replied. As I bowed myself out of the room the conscientious and dedicated Kaptain removed his fingers and stuffed his drooping penis into the girl's mouth to tirelessly forge ahead in furthering her education. A slave girl needs to become rapidly acclimated to her new social status. The unselfish Kaptain immediately had her retching and gagging with his expertise. The door closed on a series of desperate glug-glug-glugging. And a hint of fish. Bertram Phipps and Nicholas Kane, the same legendary and internationally known disciplinarian we've all heard about, were our guests for a fortnight at the secluded Potentate III villa on the coastline of northern Algeria close to the Moroccan border. "On the outskirts of town and outside the law," is the phrase the Kaptain used enumerating the virtues of the enterprise when our guests arrived a week ago. In the circles those two gentlemen travel Potentate III is as well known as Kane himself. From the time they first shook the Kaptain's hand their incessant smiling and grinning indicated how keenly aware they were that the girls of the villa would frequently polish their knobs during the course of their stay. Nothing rivals the prolonged unhurried succulent affections a pretty girl's mouth can offer a man before dinner, then brandy and cigars and her tight bunghole at bedtime. Each of the guests' quarters contained a selection of birch switches to choose from should the spirit move a visitor to whip one of the girls for his pleasure or her punishment albeit a consummate professional like Kane would naturally always carry the tools of his trade with him. The Kaptain encouraged men to lend a strong hand when required and our guests routinely and delightedly complied. I felt the Kaptain was saving the lilly white asscheeks of a slut like Rebecca for the lash of Nicholas Kane. He trafficked in women for a tightly knit organization run by a Saudi Arabian called the Sheikh, notorious in Egypt and the Slave Coast. His friend Bertie Phipps, a professor in London, moonlighted with Kane for the Sheikh, with a large university as a combination talent pool/hunting ground the good professor Phipps pinpointed much prime flesh. Both slavers delivered choice female delicacies worldwide. Potentate III's niche market mission statement outlined their commitment to consumers as purveyors of the finest nubile flesh between the ages of 18 and 25. Rebecca, now being briskly entertained by the Kaptain in his study, was one of the younger ones. Verifiably 18-years-old, just like the blonde taken with her by Potentate III operatives from the train in Vienna and flown to North Africa. Rebecca and her girlfriend, Ashley, trekked from South Carolina; touring the old country via Eurail with backpacks; the girls' summer rail trip a gift from their respective parents for graduating a difficult Catholic high school curriculum. Whereas Rebecca received her indoctrination from the Kaptain, Ashley got hers from a different senior agent. Ashley's adventures I shall relate in their entirety elsewhere because her story is separate from Rebecca's. I thought whimsically about the two new inductees on my way to Kane's and Phipps' rooms. The big clock in the corridor struck eight as I walked by, the night young and pregnant with promise. Kane and Phipps would revel in what lay ahead in the ensuing hours with slithery squirming little Rebecca. Knowing the Kaptain as I did he'd have plenty of high jinks awaiting his distinguished guests. Which is not to say Ashley was having any easier of a time. I knew, I had to keep track of her as well tonight. When the capture agents delivered the pair of sedated girls to me this afternoon I installed them behind locked doors inside a private room with two single beds. Before strapping their wrists and ankles to the bedframes I stripped each girl of her plimsoles and shorts and tops. The Kaptain wanted me to sniff all incoming panties in case a particularly ripe pair came through. Those he asked I save, each in its individual Ziplok bag, to be passed out in the future as gifts or party favors to those interested in such things. Ashley's panties I tugged off first and they smelt like freshly washed cotton. Rebecca's pair had a soaked crotch, her pungent odor hardening me like an aphrodisiac. These went into a baggie straightaway to preserve the aroma. I would refrain from passing the fragrant trophy along to the Kaptain however; Rebecca's smelly yellow bikini briefs would reside in my small but personal collection. I secured her to her bed first because she started to flinch and mutter, a sure sign she recovered from whatever drug, conceivably introduced through her food or drink, made her unconscious in the first place. Returning to her after fastening down the slumbering Ashley I spoke softly, slapping her cheeks to bring her out of the fog. A half wall divided the beds from one another so when Rebecca's eyes opened and fixed on me she could only presume we alone occupied the room. She tugged at her bonds like all the girls do at first. When she gained some cognizance I turned an avuncular smile on her. I sat on the edge of the bed without touching her. Potentate III management believes a kindly man in his late fifties like myself dressed in a butler's livery complete with cravat appears less threatening than a young thug with his cock straining at his jeans. Maybe I don't come as much as they do but I come just as hard, as you shall discover as our tale progresses. Rebecca's head jerked around, taking in her surroundings. Her voice wavered with uncertainty. "Where am I? Who are you?" she questioned me. "Conrad Jiggs, but please call me Jiggs, on staff here at the manor. Thomas School of Butlers, Lavendon, Buckinghamshire and a stint at Shrewsbury School I'll have you know." "What happened to me? Why am I here?" "You are an esteemed guest in the house." "Where's my friend?" "Ashley? The two of you will be reunited soon enough. You must bathe before your interview with the Kaptain. He doesn't much care for a scruffy scrubber," I said, admiring the wings of her pussy lips obscured by a thatch of dark curls. She'd soon be rid of that! "Why am I naked?" Rebecca wailed. The pears on her chest wobbled prettily when she spoke, the nipples hard and pointed. A whiff of her moistening cunt betrayed her involuntary youthful arousal. "Relax, I told you you are a guest here. You're only being prepared for a bath prior to your interview. Why else would you be unclothed, dear Rebecca?" "How do you know my name? And Ashley's?" I said gently but cryptically, "The master of the house told me of you coming." The operatives who abducted Rebecca and Ashley had met them this morning on a train. After rendering both of the girls unconscious by methods best left fully unexplained here, agents whisked them to a small private airfield and flew them to Algeria in a small private jet. Capture agents troll the European youth hotspots and the two maidens from South Carolina got caught up in Potentate III's net. Their backpacks had been rifled and their identities learned. But I didn't tell Rebecca that. She started to get alarmed when I took hold of a flap of each of her cuntlips and pulled them apart. I could smell her then. To her credit she did not squirm, much. The lingering effects of the knockout drops would keep her docile till the morrow and serve her well in the forthcoming rigors of the evening. The pinkness among the hair beckoned me to insert a friendly exploratory finger. I slipped it back out of her a minute or two later, shiny and perfumed with dew. Rising from the mattress I said, "Don't be frightened, I only wanted to expose that tender area for barbering purposes. And now, you minx, I must go and find the shears." She put up a mild protest as I trimmed the needless foliage down to the skin with electric hairclippers. In the bathtub I'd take my razor to her stubble. Afterwards I'd work the oils and lotion into her mound to make it smooth and soft to the touch. The Kaptain treasures femininity, as do I, which is why he put me in charge of such attention-to-detail matters. I noticed upon finishing her haircut an abnormal amount of juice leaking from her pussy, the trip to the barber had obviously excited her very much. Let me confess it excited me too and I encouraged Rebecca to accept my bloated compliment inside her mouth in order to gain some relief for myself. That clumsy loose cannon of mine discharged a steaming volley across her face. Annals of Potentate III "Gross!" she whined, marked from forehead to chin. But I merely laughed about the slimy trickles sliding across her face and the gooey blob sticking to her eyelid and told her: "Take no account of that, Rebecca, your bath is coming right up. First we must make sure you pay a visit to the toilet." I undid her bonds and dragged the woozy young bitch into the bathroom. She wiped at her face along the way and I rewarded the effort with a stinging slap on her right cheek. She shrieked girlishly and stepped lively with a bounce of her tits and hands fluttering by her sides. Indicating she should sit on the commode I waited impatiently with my hands on my hips. Not a single tinkle from her fountain! Maybe a man old enough to be Rebecca's grandfather intimidated her standing by to observe such an intimate function. And maybe because my pride and joy still dangled outside my pants. "We've not got all night, empty your bladder, girl." She pursed her sluttish lips tight in determination and yielded not a drop. What a silly girl, an expert like your humble narrator Jiggs can stimulate the correct bit of plumbing and the water will flow. I reached between her legs, felt inside her pussy, touching. "Ohh!" she moaned in consternation and I quickly withdrew my hand as a torrent gushed from her. "Let's see those tummy muscles work, Rebecca, squeeze out every last drop." By the time she'd emptied herself my prick reared its purple head again. Making her stand and face away from me bent over the stool I embedded my tumescent burden in her warm and wet depths. I thrust idly in and out, applying pressure to her inviting anus. A low groan came from her throat as I tested the resilient sphincter flesh with my thumb, gasped as it accidentally popped inside her rectum as far as possible. I could feel my tumescence through the thin membrane wall separating her asshole from her pussy. I had a leisurely dalliance knowing I would not be able to unload again for hours, knew the Kaptain would not want me to come in her before him, so for the next several minutes I enjoyed the pleasurable pressure, and the sounds and smells issuing from my new pupil. I got her seated on the pot again and took the enema bag and hose from the cabinet. Holding the rubber implements in front of the girl I asked: "You're going to carry on with what you started, aren't you? I'm not going to have to employ this bloody thing, am I?" Rebecca quickly nodded but regardless how valiantly and how much she grunted the poor girl failed to produce any results. She watched with trepidation while I filled the bag and gestured with the nozzle for her to raise up so I could put it in its proper place. Timidly she pointed her behind at me to allow a remarkable docile access to her anus. My tongue licked at the area thoroughly to ease the entry of the hard nozzle for her. After that minor ordeal and considerable body noises from the girl I finally heard splashes in the bowl. Her embarrassment and predicament caused my ardor to soar. Yes, dear reader, I got my dick sucked again and spewed an unprecedented second helping all over her chin and breasts before getting the young trollop into the tub. I supervised her washing herself and applied my razor to her mound to facilitate the removal of stubble. The final details I attended to personally as a good butler will. I nudged my tongue into her squeaky clean anus and after a short time uncovered an anomaly besides her frenetic huffing and puffing. An intent perusal of the crack of her ass revealed a solitary whisker growing from the upraised socket of her sphincter. With a deft forefinger and thumb I plucked the follicle out by the root and let it drift to the floor. Startled by the sting Rebecca cried, "Ouch! What did you just do to my butt?" I ignored her, preoccupied with finding the tube of soap I like to use to go that extra mile for the masters of the villa who want to know their female stock inside out. More of a cherry on top flourish than icing on a cake, if you will. The stick of soap is the size of an average Havana, eight or nine inches long and an inch thick. As a rule when I perform the initial deep anal cleansing of a new girl I introduce less than four inches. Rebecca was so vocal about the stimuli and such a shivering mass of raw nerve endings where pain and pleasure intersect however I got carried away and inserted more than twice that. In the end I wound up pushing 'just one more millimeter' into her that the entire tube disappeared inside her body. Her corked bottom waggled in panic. To calm her I laughed, "Whoops! Seems we had an accident back there, didn't we? Just squeeze it out, silly girl. Like you're shitting." Her bunghole puckered, clenching and unclenching until the object peeped obscenely out. Another inch appeared and then another until finally the tube was expelled like a lump of offal. The state of her anus afterwards mesmerized me, the ridged ring forming a crater after the rude expulsion. I sloshed water on her humid tightness and tenderly massaged the bud. That led to the first time I heard our new brunette beauty fart. She gave me a shamefaced glance, plus another case of tumescence that I found necessary to disregard due to time constraints. The Kaptain desired to dip his wick too! From a chest of drawers I picked out some clothing a tart might wear, what I knew the Kaptain liked on a woman. The outfit would also fit Rebecca, 30 years on the job bequeath an eye to a man. She complained about the lack of a brassiere and the lavender panties fit too snug but climbed right into the scanty plaid schoolgirl skirt and high heels. The pitifully thin cotton halter-top caused more reluctance; her breasts flopped around like two cats in a pillowcase. She gazed at herself in the mirror with dreamy eyes. I checked my fob watch and said adamantly, "Time to go. You deliberately caused me to make you late for your interview. We'll discuss that when I bring you back here early in the morning." "In the morning?" "Lucky for you to have slept during your flight." Now that the Kaptain had taken custody of Rebecca in his study, I knocked at the door of one of our visitors to issue an invitation. Nicholas Kane answered my tapping immediately. As a rugged robust man in his early forties, he reminded me of the no-nonsense professional who trained me as a capture agent before I trundled off to butler's school a quarter of a century ago. I vividly recall the lessons the fellow taught me the first time we trolled the continent. We sipped coffee at a sidewalk café watching the girls go by when I'd asked him: "Why are we in Paris? Not to play tourist, but exactly what are we playing at?" "We're prospecting now as a salesman would say. Sometimes we have a specific target in mind." "Like what?" "Like maybe a debutante who has wronged a gentleman of means, infidelity or has rejected his suit. He hires Potentate III to bind her to a life of slavery with the one of the more decadent masters on the globe." My trainer had had his eye on a girl who parked her Vespa at the curb for a coffee every afternoon when her classes let out at the university. I asked how he knew she went to school and he said he recognized the decal on her scooter. Sure enough she puttered up around three, a beautiful redhead who paged through a textbook while sipping from her cup. He and I piled into a van and followed her to her apartment building. The circumstances worked out right and minutes later a girl with red hair under the effects of chloroform rode under a blanket with us in the van. A beeline jaunt to the airport and shortly after airborne, I paid a first-time visit to the Potentate III villa. The master of the house back then instructed my trainer and I to find something to occupy the redheaded prisoner for the night. We reported in with her next morning, she quite bedraggled but I never felt better. So my career with Potentate III got underway. The thrill of the chase, I thought, those were the days. The memories evaporated when, back in the present, Nicholas Kane boomed: "Jiggs! What brings you knocking, old fruit?" "The Kaptain requests the pleasure of your company and that of Professor Phipps." "Yeah?" Kane grinned, angling the cheroot between his teeth. "He figured the two of you might like to see the indoctrinating of a particularly receptive young lady. If you want to know the truth he'll doubtless request you to demonstrate your spanking prowess." Kane's grin widened, "Why didn't you say so? Let me get my board!" With Phipps in tow the three of us trooped back to the study. For matters of propriety I knocked once before entering. Since he expected company the Kaptain had put on his trousers but it seemed the girl chose to remain unclothed. Rebecca perched on the loveseat, a cigarette in one hand and a glass of chardonnay in the other. She sat with her back arched, heels together on the floor with her knees as far apart as she could manage. Striking such a pose drew attention to her girlish breasts and displayed her eternal wound, the precious lips sluiced apart. Kane shook hands warmly with the Kaptain, who instructed me to fetch two magnums of champagne. Before I got to the door Kane sat down beside Rebecca. She frowned at the paddle in his hand but he set it promptly aside (for the moment) and laid a familiar hand on a nearby gam, his fingers idly caressing her sleek inner thigh. During my trip to the wine cellar some changes had taken place. Rebecca's empty glass had been placed on the table beside the Vaseline, her cigarette dead in an ashtray. She had something else in her mouth now. On her knees she knelt over Kane, face in his lap nursing his exposed length with heartwarming tenderness, trim ass propped in the air so he could casually fondle its dual secrets. Her eyes watered and drool slathered her chin and his giant member. Apparently I'd missed a vigorous session. Phipps and the Kaptain viewed the proceedings from the comforts of two armchairs. The professor, ever on the path of knowledge, questioned the girl in between loving mouthfuls. "You said you graduated from a strict Catholic school. Did you have sex there?" "Some girls did, not me." "You're a virgin?" "Until a week ago. Ashley and I meet some German boys in Berlin. She and I really looked forward to our trip." "Why a casual liaison after years of guarding your femininity? What about your beliefs?" "I was horny and I'm a woman now. Ashley and I promised ourselves we were going to have lots of romantic memories of this summer. We're not Catholic schoolgirls any more." "Do you think your parents knew of your intentions?" Rebecca had to wait to give her answer because Kane began an inspired feverish probe for her tonsils. I set the champagne on the table and uncorked a bottle. Not taking his eyes off the girl the Kaptain raised four fingers and I got the drift and filled as many glasses. By then Kane's intensified movement subsided a bit and Phipps repeated his question. "I guess my folks have an idea, they suggested Europe, not me but of course I jumped at the chance," she said. "They know I'm grown. Ohh!" She exclaimed because Kane buried a finger deep into her unsuspecting anus before she finished her answer. The girl pressed her face against the large staff of his she clutched, mouth open in an O of surprise and eyes startled. "Did you suck the German boy's penis?" "Yes," she groaned. "Did you let him touch you where Mr. Kane is?" "Oh no." "Who has touched you there besides Mr. Kane?" The girl indicated the Kaptain and me. He asked her what had been done to her. "The Kaptain fingered me back there until I had an orgasm." "Was that the only orgasm he made you have?" "Oh no." "More than two?" "Way more than two." A faint smile touched the edges of the Kaptain's lips when she imparted this information. "More than five?" "Twice that many, easy." Then the Kaptain grinned like the proverbial Cheshire cat. Phipps asked, "And your escapades with Jiggs the butler?" "He stuck a piece of soap the size of a cigar all the way up me!" A little impatiently Kane announced, "Which reminds me!" Kane brimmed with inspiration this evening due in no small part to the pliable brunette slut worshiping his virility. He abruptly rose from the loveseat and turned Rebecca so her ass pointed toward the straining organ pointed at her. The Kaptain coached her, "Lay your head on the back of the couch and watch Mr. Phipps and me while you're getting it from Mr. Kane." A fresh bottle of brandy must be brought so I only saw Kane wedge his bulbous knob against her sphincter until it achieved grudging admission and an inch or two of shaft. Not to worry though! When I made it back with the whiskey Kane was still hard at it. In a shaky voice the girl entreated him to be careful. He'd paved the way enough to be able to plunge three quarters of himself into her at a fairly rapid clip. Kane aspired for more to be sure. Unexpectedly he sheathed every last inch of his cock till his balls flattened against the lips of her ignored labia. He freed his prick with a yank that left Rebecca's anus gaping open. I thought her penchant for farting might prevail but she acted like a proper young lady and contained herself. I'd treasure a photo of her at that moment with that priceless expression on her face and obscene stretched strawberry between her buttcheeks. Other assignments had me in various parts of the manor for the next few hours, as I shall recount later, but I popped in and out of the study from time to time. Once they had Rebecca tied down over a curious device not unlike a parallel bar used by a gymnast. This contraption had a padded horizontal bar about a yard in length with each end supported by a single telescoping metal leg. The thing resembles a hitching post in a western movie more than a sawhorse. Mounted on a heavy round base like a tabletop a simple hand crank located at the top of each leg raised or lowered the bar. Four padeyes set in the base enabled Rebecca to be secured facedown with straps specially designed for such purposes. Any number of calamities might befall a girl who found herself strapped over it. Especially one with her defenseless widespread ass the way Kane positioned it so high in the air, the helpless teenager stood on her tiptoes. From the shape of things he'd painted her bowels for her while I'd been out of the room and submitted quite a deposit in her private vault. Large clumps of sperm leaked steadily from her anus. No telling what would happen next to Rebecca lashed over that machine of wicked intent. Kane began warming up his board and her bottom cheeks. They bounced delightfully with each powerful smote when duty summoned me to other climes. The next time I checked in Kane lay on his back on the loveseat with the girl astride him, impaled to the hilt, while Phipps simultaneously had her from the rear, lunging against her fire engine red buttocks. She reacted in a very audible manner. When the Kaptain dismissed me she had her eyes closed once again, gasping when she wasn't screaming with excitation. Shortly after one o'clock the buzzer sounded in the butler's pantry and I shuttled off to the study. The activities had wound down. All three gentlemen chatted and one exhausted young lady lay naked on her back, dozing on the floor, a pool of come drying beneath her streaming genitals. Have to get that scrubbed good and early! Phipps yawned and the Kaptain admitted he was also ready to turn in. He left and Kane called it a night as well. I escorted our visitors back to their quarters marching Rebecca along grasped by the arm. Both men had dressed except for their suit coats but the girl wore only the high heels. She held her skirt and top in one hand, as a joke Kane had stuffed the lavender panties in her mouth before we quit the study. I made her keep them there while I gave her a well deserved drubbing fore and aft once I got her back to her room. Before my departure I explained her door would not be locked and she had the freedom to explore the house and grounds. No girl in training has ever escaped over the high walls surrounding the Potentate III villa. Even if one should manage there is plenty of forbidding terrain for a girl to traverse as scantily clad as the Kaptain keeps them. Since Ashley would be spendng the night in another room I retired for the evening. But this short tale has a sequel! At breakfast next morning I overheard Kane remark that the little slut appeared naked at his door in the middle of the night. Rebecca said she'd wanted him to spank and fill her backside again, give him free rein to do anything he wanted to her if he'd let her into his bed. I left the men roaring with laughter in the dining room, other duties of the butler called. Time to tend to young Ashley.