0 comments/ 14915 views/ 5 favorites Princess Karin's Kastell Fete By: addictedtonylon The setting of this story came to mind while I traveled on a Viking river cruise on the Rhine River in Germany. The river is lined with ancient castles, lit in the evening creating a most romantic setting. A very good friend of mine (and editor) suggested I write a story about a castle, which was a favorite subject of hers. * Jason aroused suddenly from sleep, awakened by the brilliant morning rays of sunlight streaming through the windows. His mind was clouded as if covered with a translucent web. He was unsure of his whereabouts as he opened his eyes. His head was resting on a woman's thigh, providing a pillow softer than goose down and smoother than the finest silk fabric. It certainly was not the horsehair mattress and rope hammock to which he was accustomed. He had only a vague recollection of what had occurred the night before, as he felt he was recovering from a stupor, the result of overconsumption of wine. His face was pointed at this woman's pussy as she lay nude on the bed. The vision was highlighted with a single beam of sunlight strewn from a gap in the curtains aimed at her pussy. He sensed she was still asleep and lying still in spite of his intimacy. As he directed his gaze to her privates, he could see a single finger resting between her nether lips. The tip of the finger disappeared between her mounds as it rested on her clitoris. He followed her finger upward with his eyes to the arm of a second woman, embracing the first but also in a peaceful sleep. He lifted himself cautiously from the bed. He felt, immediately, a fresh abrasion around his wrists. As he rubbed the tender skin, he thought to himself, I don't remember this. What really went on last night? His eyes wandered around the capacious room. The walls were cream-colored, and adorned with gold gilding that embellished the frames of the mirrors adorning the room and the ceiling. The bed he occupied had a feather-filled mattress sizable enough to permit an entire family to sleep on its spaciousness. On the far side of the bed were two other young women whom he recognized. They were facing him but asleep, entirely nude and lying bare, physically embracing like two spoons back to front. He saw their faces, and Jason started to recollect what had transpired the night before. He looked at the two, remembering their names, Greta and Kristen. Greta's hands were on Kristen's breasts, legs intertwined with her partner's legs, and Greta's head rested on the crook of Kristen's neck. It was Deidra and Princess Karin with whom he was bedding. And it was the princess's thigh where he had rested his head to fall asleep the night before. As he looked up at her face, her eyes opened for the first time. When she saw he was in the room, with the four of them dishabille, she sat up quickly in a state of alarm at his presence. Deidra's fingers had been resting on the princess's small firm nipple. Covering herself with the bed linens, the princess shrieked at Greta and Kristen, "Remove this peasant from my bed chamber and send him on his way, immediately!" She lifted her arm and forcefully pointed to the door to emphasize her intention. The two handmaidens did not even bother to get dressed. They each went to the side of Jason, and grabbed his upper arms, directing him to the floor-to-ceiling chamber door that required the effort of both maidens to open. As they left the room, Greta gathered his few clothes and once outside the room, she handed over his rough burlap pants and torn button-less shirt, pausing briefly to allow him time to dress himself. They both kept still as he robed for fear of irritating the now irascible Princess. Jason felt an uncomfortable ache in his mouth as his tongue moved and his recollection became clearer as if condensation was being wiped from a steamed mirror. The things he had been forced to do the night before; his duties; his penance; his punishment. The princess stood at the doorway, after donning her silk robe which wafted openly as she walked to the doorway, slamming the door shut behind them as they left the room. Greta and Kristen led him to the front of the castle. His cart stood undisturbed from where he had left it the night before. They were out of the vision of the princess now. "You have quite a talent for womanly pleasure," Greta told him. Kristen followed, "Where did you learn to do that, to do those naughty acts, to pleasure so many women in a single night?" Then they both said nearly in unison, "WE WANT OUR TURN!" The mental fog resulting from the the wine had now cleared and they handed him a bottle of water to refresh his mouth. He first washed off a dry, crusty film on his face, and then took a large drink of the fresh water, relishing the refreshment. He started to walk down the path, dragging his cart, with a newfound strength after the deep sleep he had partaken. As he dragged the cart over the cobblestones, he started to remember the events of the last few days.......... It was a laborious task. Jason, a commoner from the town, had to keep the Princess's hilltop castle, which dominated the view from the village below, supplied with provisions. It was his job; a job he needed to survive. The few coins he collected provided his meals and shelter. He had no wife and no children; he was a loner. Work to live: that was his purpose. Each week, he collected the items that Princess Karin ordered him to bring to the castle. On Friday, he had traveled to a local farm to obtain the freshest food she demanded, which she shared with her attendants. That afternoon, regardless of the weather, he started on his journey up the cobblestone road to the castle. The cart, with uneven wooden wheels and crude leather yoke, was very heavy when laden with all of the supplies. The path was narrow and the way circuitous. The route was dangerous and injury was always a possibility with any misstep. The cobblestone path was steep, the stones barren, damp and slippery in the shade of the trees. Deep gorges had been eroded between the stones. He had to tow the cart up the incline rather than use a horse, as the path was too treacherous for an animal. It was always a laborious journey and when he reached the top. He was thoroughly spent of energy. This Friday was no different. He started on his trip, and typically it took several hours for him to reach the top of the hill. It was a hot summer day, and there were no breezes to refresh him. He had to watch carefully for newly formed trenches from the rainstorms earlier in the week, and he guided the cart through the maze. If he fell, there would never be anyone to find him as he knew this path was solely for supplies, nothing more. The entry for guests of the castle began in the next village and commoners were forbidden to use it. Every few yards, he would have to stop and wipe sweat from his face. His chest muscles were toned and rippling, his thighs were massive, and both were physical attributes required to complete these trips. His complexion was rutilant from the sun exposure. His chest glistened with the moisture of his perspiration as the light from the overhead sun accentuated his physique. With grueling effort, he towed the cart to its eventual resting position outside the castle kitchen. He started to unload the items just outside the kitchen door, when he was greeted by the princess' handmaidens. As far as he knew, only Princess Karin and her handmaidens lived in the castle. He had never seen any males at any of his visits. There were rumors that the prince had left the princess because of an intense row, but the prince allowed her to continue to occupy the castle, so as to maintain the appearance of a marital union. Being greeted by the three handmaidens was always a pleasurable diversion from his duties. Greta, Kristen, and Deidra were in a teasing demeanor at his arrival this visit, as they started to wipe his brow of the visible sweat and grime accumulated from his travails. Jason had been tempted before by their wiles, and fantasized he was the sole male for satisfying their sexual needs, albeit only during a brief weekly encounter. They had scampered into the kitchen before him and when he brought his first items through the door, he saw all three of the handmaidens sitting on the counter. In the kitchen were these three flirts, legs crossed, wearing peasant dresses. They had each pulled down the bodice of their dresses, revealing their full plump bosoms to him; six firm and attractive breasts in a row. He tried to pay attention to his work in spite of the distractions. "Jason, I want you come over here, I have something for you," said Kristen, the handmaiden who was always the most playful with him. He tried to continue to concentrate his attention on his tasks, as it was a hot day. He was anxious to begin the return trip as soon as he could. "Jason, why don't you take off those pants, you look so hot," added Greta, who seemed to be the youngest of the three. He did as he was told, the cool air emanating from the bricks on the floor felt refreshing on his skin. He now had on only the briefest of loincloth made of hemp fabric. And the protrusion of his cock, now rigid, became evident as it distorted the scanty undergarment. As he knew he had to return to the Village before dark, he tried to ignore them politely, despite their tantalizing demeanor. "Ladies, I must take some items to the cellar," he said after a glance at their state of undress. He desperately wanted to play with those inviting mounds of flesh but knew his time was limited. The root cellar in the basement had been the site of some prior nefarious activities with these girls, and he had a premonition that today might lead to some naughtiness as well. As he made his way to the entry, they laughed at his seriousness and then scrambled down the staircase to the cellar in front of him, ready to greet him when he entered the dank and dark cellar room. As he tried to put the last items away, they surrounded him, flaunting their breasts which increasingly were the focus of his attention. Deidra had the most perfect breasts, with unusually large round nipples, which had become erect in the damp moist air. He had tasted this delicacy before, and Deidra knew of his desire to partake again. She stood directly in front of him. He tried, but could no longer resist his impulses. His mouth latched on to her nipple as he sucked gently and savored the teat in his mouth. Now that he was occupied, the two other handmaidens untied the rope belt of his loincloth, and let it fall to the floor. They were now on either side and he felt them groping for his male sex, as if there was a competition between the two girls to stimulate his erection to its greatest girth. They felt his penis and balls, lavishing kisses from either side simultaneously, a sensation that caused Jason to be weak in the knees. The two women admired his manhood. Relishing the smooth and warm organ as they maintained the erection, their strokes had an effortless fluidity after rubbing their hands with olive oil in a nearby jar. Jason remained attached to Deidra's sweet nipples, as he did not want to interrupt what Greta and Kristen had started. As he ejaculated, Greta and Kristen pointed his cock, milking the sprays of warm semen, laughing as they directed his cock in front of their mouths as the liquid exploded forth. They paused and kissed each other with the dripping liquid adorning their faces, carefully exchanging the liquor on the tip of their tongues as if it had some mysterious properties to relish. Jason was preparing to take his cart back down to the Village, now sated. However, his path of departure was interrupted as Princess Karin entered the kitchen. Luckily, all the play activities had been completed and they had dressed Jason, so she was unaware of the events in the root cellar below. She was haughty, pretentious, and insular, giving a threatening, somber ambience to the room. Jason had now seen her for the first time. She was absolutely beautiful, in a long flowing gown, and exotic gems bedecked her. A large red ruby filled her naval and reflected light, bringing his attention to her thin waist. She had all the appearances of royalty, with an ignominy on her subjects inflicted simply by her presence. She looked briefly at Jason's muscular chest and arms, as he still had not fully buttoned his shirt. She addressed Jason with a combination of contempt and disdain. "I'm hosting a gala for my closest friends tomorrow night. To prepare, I need to take a bath. A special bath. I want to soak my body in the finest cream in the valley. So, deliver two urns filled with that luxurious cream tomorrow." She spoke to him as if there was no compromise and her wishes could not be denied. She continued, "I need it here at 4 o'clock, so my maidens can then prepare my bath with the warmed cream before the event." This meant Jason would have to make his trip up the incline to the castle once again. He had never had to make a laborious trip twice in such a short time. It would be exceptionally exhausting and so late in the day. He might have trouble negotiating his cart back down the slope in the evening light. But, he knew he could never question the princess. Her commands had to be fulfilled. The next morning, he went directly to a farm with his cart about two miles outside of the village. He knew this farmer should have fresh cream, as he had a herd of the finest cows in the valley. "What do you need this cream for?" the farmer asked Jason with a tenor of disdain and incredulity. "The princess wants to bathe in it," Jason replied sheepishly, detecting the cynicism of the farmer with such an improvident use of the products of his labors. "If I give you all my cream, I won't have enough for the townsfolk, so it will cost her double," the farmer demanded. He had such disgust for such a luxury, and while he thought this was a waste of his valuable cream, he also was a subject of the princess and required to do her bidding. "I'm sure the princess will have no trouble in paying your price." Jason retorted, but not sure he was able to pay if she reneged. How could he tell her? Maybe the handmaidens would help him recover from the costly extravagance. With that, the farmer entered the barn and returned with the two metal urns of cream, which he loaded into the back of the cart. This was heavier a load than Jason had ever carried in his cart. He pulled it back into town and to his small cottage next to the river. He lifted the metal urns into the cold waters of the river to keep it fresh for the trip later in the day. He gathered his strength after the previous trip up the incline and the journey in the morning to obtain the cream. He started at noon, but could feel fatigue immediately set upon him once he started to climb. Still, he knew he had an obligation to complete his travails. The vision of the princess, unimaginable beauty matching her royalty status, sustained his trip. To have such a female specimen in bed, he felt a miscreant fantasizing such an encounter. He arrived just minutes before 4 PM. Princess Karin was awaiting him, seemingly unappreciative of the effort he had just expended on her behalf. She had no tolerance for disobedience which was a known fact throughout the village. Rumors of her penchants, particularly her lurid adventures with the prince while he was still in the castle, have been retold for years in the local biergarten. Jason unloaded the canisters of cream and deposited them in the kitchen. The copper bathtub had been brought out, and large vats to warm the cream were suspended over the fire on the hearth. "You may leave now, Jason," Princess Karin declared, anticipating the feeling of the luxurious cream over her body. She was dressed only with a thin length of silk, accentuating her tall thin torso, narrow hips and long legs. On her feet were slippers elaborately embroidered with gold thread. Jason stood and stared as her beauty overwhelmed him with desire, like he had never felt even with his encounters with the three handmaidens. She pointed to the door, indicating it was time for him to depart. Jason left through the portal to the outside. As he did, he noticed a small anteroom to the kitchen, and quickly glanced to see that the attention of the Princess and her handmaidens was preparing the bath. They had turned away from his route of departure. He paused very briefly, turning back to see that the four women were no longer watching him. In spite of the risk of detection, his overwhelming desire was to purloin a glimpse of the princess taking the bath in the white liquid. To see her entire naked body seductively drenched was an unassailable draw. He reasoned to himself, Didn't he deserve this as he labored to bring her what she had desired? Rather than passing through the doorway, he surreptitiously squirmed into this small room, by climbing on his hands and knees into the cramped space. Through the gaps between wood panels, he had an unobstructed view of the tub. He remained silent, anticipating a sumptuous treat heightened by the danger of detection. He felt a lingering trepidation that any discovery would bring unimaginable penalties, as the princess had no reservation in punishing her subjects who did not please her, or so it had been told. The cream had been warmed to a desirable temperature and the handmaidens poured the large vats into the copper tub, filling it over half-way. Princess Karin was disrobed by Deidra, who herself also removed her clothing. As both women entered the tub, the creamy milk formed sinuous white strands over their bare breasts and buttocks as they stood up to reposition themselves. Kristen and Greta proceeded to sponge the liquid over the Princess's shoulders, while Deidra worked below the surface of the cream. Her hands seemed to roam unencumbered over the princess's body. Jason realized this sensual foreplay was not unfamiliar to them. They must have bathed together before, as Deidra instinctively knew that the usual propriety of a handmaiden was to be abandoned. Princess Karin closed her eyes as she reclined further in the tub. Jason saw her reach for Deidra's hand, and she directed it between her thighs as she reclined and allowed her legs to part. Soon he was able to see a change in the Princess's countenance, from her usual contemptuousness to a more relaxed, sedate state. Her hips started to move and Jason only then realized that Deirdre was fingering the princess' pussy. The princess positioned her legs under her, and her pelvis rose above the white milieu. Deidra's fingers penetrated her to and fro in unison with her pelvic motion. Greta and Kristen bent over the tub, and each latched onto her nipples, first licking them clean, and then wrapping their lips over the brown areolas. The princess moaned as she gyrated against Deidra's fingers. "Deeper, deeper," was her command to Deidra. "Make me come." Deidra stroked faster. None of this was lost on Jason. He watched lustily at the women, awash in the cream, their skin luxuriously pale and velvety. A scream penetrated the room as the Princess was now thrashing, the milk splashing over her handmaidens, as she climaxed with total abandonment. "Keep fucking my cunt with your finger," she said to Deidra. "Don't you dare deny me or it's the dungeon for you." Her orgasm lasted for minutes, stopped, then started again until she laid back and took a deep cleansing sigh. The princess arose from the tub as the handmaidens gently wiped the remaining cream from her body. Jason saw her standing before him, nearly close enough to touch her exquisitely soft skin. They covered her with her silken robe and draped it over her breasts and buttocks, but the fabric parted and revealed the dark hollow between her legs. Her mound was smooth, not a single hair evident on her entire body. Jason felt an intense hunger, imagining the princess in his bed. He shut his eyes and started to massage his cock with long strokes, increasing the intensity with abandon. And then it happened. Jason's elbow struck a small jar that had been precariously perched on a shelf in the anteroom, something he had not noticed in the dark room. He scrambled to break the fall of the jar, to no avail. Princess Karin's Kastell Fete The jar hit the floor, and all conversation in the room ceased. The princess turned to the origin of the shattered glass, immediately suspecting a deception had occurred. There had to be an interloper. The origin of the sound was evident, and all three looked at the wall separating Jason from the kitchen. It was now easily noticeable that there was a wide crack between the wood panels. The princess looked at Deidra with a scowl that engendered dread in the three underlings. "Who is lurking behind that wall?" She yelled in her sternness voice, "Come out here immediately or you will have a lashing for your trespass." Deidra turned to Greta and Kristen and with similar demeanor commanded to the other two: "Bring him to the Princess, that rapscallion," although she was already knew that Jason was the culprit. The two women went to the anteroom door, and took Jason by each arm to face the Princess. His head was bowed, trembling as he fearfully contemplated the fate she may deem appropriate for his grave transgression. Her reputation, as foreboding as it was, made Jason fearful as far as what his eventual punishment would be, considering the intrusion on her privacy. "Jason, what were you doing in there?" She was aware of the likelihood he had seen her nude and in a state of sexual ecstasy provided by her handmaidens. She stood in front of him, her silken robe now pulled and tightly tied at her waist. She stepped close to Jason until they were eye to eye. Her anger was obvious from the stare she gave him. "You have violated my privacy, and you will pay dearly for this." Jason bowed his head. The handmaidens faced him and he was able to see the fear she evoked by their collective countenances. The face of Princess Karin suddenly changed from anger to a slight smile on her face, as if an appropriate punishment had just entered her head. "Take off your shirt and come with me. I have guests tonight for my gala. I can make use of you." She pointed to the three handmaidens. "Strip him and bring him to the dungeon." He did not resist as they guided him down the stairs. The atmosphere was cooler, damper and very dark, lit only by a few candles as he descended the stairs. He felt chilled by the atmosphere, as he still had beads of sweat over his deeply-tanned chest. His torso muscles were well developed from his daily physical work, the glistening of the sweat only accentuated his physique. He was dressed only in a rough loincloth, torn at one of the seams, tied at the waist with a rope. They arrived in a windowless room lit by candles that hung on each of the four walls. It was aglow in the flickering light. In the middle was a seat fashioned from two pieces of wood, roughly hewed, perpendicular to one another and reclining at a slight angle. There was a cushion beside the seat, filled with hay. The princess pointed to the chair and directed the handmaidens, "Put this cushion on the seat, he is going to be here for a while. This perpetrator will have plenty to think about as he endures his punishment." Kristen placed a small pillow on the seat, and then stepped back. "Sit down there Jason!" and then she turned to Greta and said, "Fasten those arms behind him; we don't want him to leave us. We know he can be wily." Greta and Kristen each took an arm, bringing his wrists behind the seat. Kristen took a leather strap and wrapped it around his wrists, tying it securely. He briefly struggled, more to feel if there was any chance for future escape rather than attempt to remove the binds at this point. Seeing he was securely bound to the chair, the princess commanded, "Sit still, Jason. You have a long night ahead of you." She then shouted an order, "Stick out your tongue." He did as he was told, although not sure of the reasons. Princess Karin said "perfect" as she stepped back. She had untied her robe and let the silk flow freely, allowing her nude body to be fleetingly revealed as she acted like the temptress he had heard about from the villagers. "Deidra, attach the other leather strap around his cock, and tie it firmly." Deidra took the long leather strand and started at the top of his sack. She then wrapped it around the base of his cock, tying it tightly. A long length remained. "Now, bring that stool from in the corner and place it in front of him." This time, Deirdre brought the stool, which had a seat fashioned to hold the buttocks, but cut in a quarter moon shape. Small footstools were secured outside the front legs. A strange appearance for a stool, thought Jason. As it was not appearing comfortable to sit on, Jason quickly realized the unique design was to facilitate some other purpose. The princess spoke in a deeply serious voice. "Jason, I will have a few guests tonight. Their husbands have been away at the Kingdom's battles, keeping the women safe from the invaders. They have lacked companionship for many months. You give me the perfect opportunity to make their night memorable and satisfy the needs every woman has." While his predicament was becoming clear, Jason could not understand why his cock was hardening. The handmaidens were all staring at the transformation that was occurring. He had never even touched women's privates before, but now he was going to have to service these women tonight and bring each to pleasure. "Here are your instructions, you knave," she said, demeaning him in his compromising situation. "Those guests that wish to partake will approach, lash in hand, and sit on the stool. You must pleasure them. They will encourage your efforts with the lash in their hand." She turned her head as she looked through the doorway back at Jason. "Don't fail at this, or the punishment will be much more severe. My guests must not be disappointed." She then looked at Greta, "Apply the blindfold, privacy is imperative. My guests would not want to be identified." Greta took a silken black scarf that was hanging on a nail. She went behind him, draping the scarf over his eyes and bent forward, whispering in his ear, "She means what she says, I assure you." The blindfold was tightly secured, turning the room dark. After the princess left the room, Deidra spoke in a low voice. The warmth of her breath felt reassuring, "Jason, we will be here making sure you don't get injured. Just do as Princess Karin says. These women want their pleasure." "We will be back once the gala starts," Kristen reassured him. It seemed an interminable time, sitting in the chair, anticipating how he would meet the expectations of each of the women. While he was not told, from the design of the stool seat and from what the women had inferred, he assumed he was to pleasure each with his tongue. It was then that he heard the coaches approach the castle. The clip-clop of the horse hooves on the cobblestones echoed in the cell to which he was sentenced. Laughter and gleeful conversation was overheard, exclusively the pitch and tenor of female voices. Wine was likely flowing at this point. The women were becoming intoxicated with the liquid, their inhibitions replaced with the desire for a long postponed sexual encounter. He estimated an hour had passed. The lash of leather around his balls remained tightly tied. He heard first one person, and then two others enter the room. "Jason, the first women are coming soon. Greta and I will be here to help arrange the gown, to give you access. Deidra is coming with a small party of participants, those who are most anxious for the orgasm the princess has promised them." Outside the room, he could hear three countesses as they descended the stairs. It was apparent that they had been imbibing in the wine as he overheard giggles, laughs and an intoxicated slur to the conversation. "You go first, you're the bravest and have not consorted with your husband in many years," he heard one say to another. A second voice added, "I have not had the pleasure of a tongue before. It scares me to think about such an act of indecency. It has felt numb down there, as it has been so long since I have experienced carnal activities." He heard a scuffle, as it sounded as if one of the countesses was being pushed to the open door of the room by the other two, an encouragement not to let this opportunity go unfulfilled. From their banter and hesitation, he was not sure any of the women had ever experienced the warmth of a moist probing such as what he was now required to perform on their privates. Nor had Jason partaken of oral sex. He was completely naïve sexually and only been told of such activity by friends who had frequented the local brothel. The effort required would be driven by his instincts and fear of retribution if the women were left unsatisfied. One woman entered the room. "Come this way, countess," directed Greta to the entering woman. The stool was brought closer and Greta and Kristen laid her gown over his head as they helped the first guest onto the stool. The perfume emanating from her thighs was overpowering and inescapable now that he was draped with the underpinnings of the gown. She had been handed the leash and Jason feeling a tentative tug on his rigid cock. The leather strap had contracted in the damp atmosphere, so it was still tightly constricting his cock and balls. She tugged twice gently on the leather strap, almost hesitatingly for fear of the unknown, but ultimately indicating that she was prepared for her pleasure. Obediently, he leaned forward, imagining that she was sitting on the stool in front of him, legs apart. His blindfold remained in place. He felt her thigh touch his face, the top of the stocking and garter directed him to his final objective. He extended his tongue and touched it to her pussy, the warmth emanating over his face. Immediately upon contact, she tugged on the leather strap with more determination, indicating her newfound pleasure and her intent to take advantage of this experience, just as the princess had intended. "Oh, that.... feeeeeeels.... sooooo.... good," the woman said as she prolonged the pronunciation of each word. She then moved forward on the stool so much that Jason thought she might fall off, and clasped her thighs together to keep his tongue in contact, not allowing him any respite. She pulled on the strap to where he thought his balls might be injured by the force. He increased the pace of his licking, noticing a flood of her juices emerging from her canal of pleasure. It took only another 30 seconds, as he finally felt her hand on the back of his head, pushing him into her, increasing the pressure and diminishing the stroke of his tongue action. He was now only able to move the tip of his tongue over her clitoris. Her orgasm came, and came, and came, then ended. Her muffled moans filled the room, followed by a deep sigh at the finale. It was time to get off the stool, but her initial unsteadiness required Greta and Kristen to come to her assistance. They helped her feet to the ground and rearranged her gown. "I'm fine" she reassured them, with a Mona Lisa like smile on her lips.Jason heard her leave, but still outside the door were her two friends. He heard whispers. "What did it feel like?" and "Really, that good?" followed by "Oh, luscious." In the meantime, Greta whispered in Jason's ear, "Sip some wine. Princess gave us a jug and told me to keep you refreshed between your duties." She brought the chalice to his lips and he took a deep sip of the wine. The routine was repeated with the second countess. Apparently with the encouragement of the first, she did not await the handmaiden's assistance, but climbed on the stool, grabbed Jason's head with her two hands, directing him to her love tunnel. "You're a handsome one, so muscular." She caressed her hands over his neck shoulders and breasts. "Do unto me like you did her. Don't you dare deny me or I will report to the princess," she threatened him. He started to lick slowly, but knew this would not satisfy her. "Where's that strap, I need this man to perform," she announced boldly to all who would listen. One of the handmaidens handed the leather cord to her and she immediately put it between her teeth, and then returned her hands to the back of his head. As she humped his tongue, the creaks from the wooden stool became louder, with a rhythmicity of a rusty wagon wheel. She turned her head aside to keep the strap taut as she used her hands to grab onto the seat of the chair, avoiding a mishap as she partook of his talents. He was not sure how many women he was going to pleasure tonight. The muscles required to keep his tongue outstretched were becoming achy already. She orgasmed quickly, releasing a scream as she flung herself backward on the chair. Dropping the strap, she dismounted the seat and straightened her gown. She leaned down to whisper in Jason ear, "I will let Princess Karin know of your talents." Once again, Greta gave Jason his sip of wine, encouraging him to drink hardily to overcome any remaining reluctance. The third countess entered the room, but seemed more cautious as she approached. Instead of using the seat, Greta and Kristen simply draped her gown over Jason's head. She was standing, buttocks toward him, legs apart, and her privates still covered with the fine silken cloth of her panties. Jason sensed she had no intention of removing them. Still, it seemed as if she wanted his attention. He directed his tongue, and could feel her warmed moisture on the fabric. He wedeled his tongue to one side of the panty, and was able to push it aside so as to enter her. As he did, she gasped as she had never experienced such pleasure before. Her wetness came forth as her pelvis gyrated unconstrained by the seat as the others had been. She was using Jason's tongue, replicating the same penetration she might receive from a rigid cock. He did not vary, keeping it extended as she increased the depth of her penetration. Then suddenly, she stopped, leaving his tongue deeply within her and she experienced her orgasm, quietly with little movement but the shudders left no doubt Jason had accomplished what was required. She stepped away, her gown streaming over his head, and joined her other consorts outside the room. Jason heard the three women proceed up the stairs. The room went still. Deidra whispered in his ear, "Are you doing alright, Jason? I know your tongue must be losing its strength, with all this activity." She then added, "But I want you to know that they really enjoyed it. We can tell by their smiles." Jason appreciated the approvals from Greta and Kristen. The silence was broken when suddenly, the footsteps of a larger group of women clamored down the stairs. Jason was unable to determine how many he would have to service tonight, but it sounded as if all the women decided to partake in his favor. Outside the door, there was lively conversation, and even some discord, as each of the women wanted to be serviced first- in fear that Jason might not be as skilled as the evening proceeded, perhaps suffering from fatigue. Jason fulfilled the challenge. He could feel the effects of the wine, resulting in him abandoning all inhibition in completing his tasks that night. The last woman was complete, and Jason looked exhausted. He had been busy for the last two hours. Jason heard the guests leaving through the gate above, as the horses and carriages left the premises. He started to wonder if he was to be released, and asked the handmaidens to please untie his binds and unblindfold him. Until they received their instructions from Princess Karin, they were fearful. The unfettered degradation she would expose her subjects to was now apparent. After a brief time, he heard one more set of footsteps befalling the staircase. His blindfold was removed. Before him was Princess Karin, her gown removed, standing only in her flimsy undergarments. "Jason, you have pleased my guests. They all were most enthused of your efforts. Each and every one of them had their orgasm, something they truly desired, and deserved. They have suffered so long without their husbands. My gala was a rousing success. They asked for a reprise as soon as possible, but I told them this was a one night treat." Jason was just anxious to be released; to return to the village. But it was late, dark and damp outside, making the trek down the hill on the cobblestones too treacherous. The princess said to him uncharacteristically, "Jason, you must spend the night. I don't want you injured, as your talents are too great to risk descending the path at night." She then addressed Greta and Kristen, "Clean all this crusty material from his face and give him a bath. Then escort him to my chambers," was her bidding. Deidra was especially disappointed with the last comment, as she was hoping to have the pleasure of bedding with Jason. She has remained desirous of male companionship, whereas Greta and Kristen found pleasure with their common company. Jason was cleansed. Deidra applied a soapy mixture and drizzled the warm water over his body. She was now able to see closely his taut muscles. As she washed his privates, his maleness became firm and hard surprisingly. But, she knew he was destined for the pleasures of a Princess and must be delivered to perform to her pleasure. Deidra dried him off with a towel, followed by an application of aromatic oil to his body. Jason's body glowed in the candlelight. He was given a white loincloth of fine linen to wear. The fabric highlighted the refulgence of his complexion. Jason had slowly recovered from the events earlier in the night, and his evening's intimacy with females was becoming only a memory. "Jason, Princess Karin will see you now." He was presented to her by Deidra, as if giving her a golden chalice to sip from as she bowed and stepped away from Jason. "Join me in my bed, Jason." She drew back the bed linen, lying nude in front of him. The whiteness of her skin seemed to light the room, like a torch. But it became clear what Princess Karin wanted. She wanted the same pleasure her guests had partaken. "Deidra, join us. I know his cock needs attention." Jason joined Princess Karin in bed. The middle of the bed was left open, encouraging him to position himself on his back. Without any hesitation, she straddled his face, lowering herself to his mouth so she was able to control the depth and pressure, relying on Jason to just make the motion. "Deidra, stroke him. Not too fast, not until I have my climax." Soon and once his tongue made contact, the Princess started to gyrate in a seductive dance. Jason's cock was hard, and Deidra, while she had not done this to a man since moving into the castle, instinctively detected his sensitivity and tempered her motions, knowing that a premature orgasm would anger the princess, diverting Jason's attention away from her needs. The night stillness was interrupted by a scream; a scream so loud that the birds nesting in the trees outside were aroused and fluttered away en masse. The castle reverberated with her piercing voice, screeching at the top of her vocal range. Greta and Kristen, already embracing one another, knew immediately it had happened. The princess, who had been barren for years, had her orgasm. And Jason followed soon thereafter, spewing his seed all over Deidra's breasts. She rubbed the liquid lavishly as if it had some magical power. Her nipples became hard, and she pinched one of them between two fingers. She completed her own orgasm with her free hand. Deidra started to soothe the princess's body with her soft hands. They lie together in a state of erotic exhaustion. Jason looked at the princess, whose eyes were closed. He rested his head on her warm thigh, and the aroma of her female excitement permeated the air. Princess Karin had already fallen into a deep sleep. The surrealism of the events confounded Jason and he pondered what his future might be. Had he gained favor with the Princess? Were his talents sufficiently desirable that she would remove him from the drudgery of his peasant existence? He imagined himself as a permanent resident in the castle, doing the bidding of the princess and her guests. What he was unable to fathom just a few days ago, was now a lifestyle he imagined as a way of life. He would know soon enough.