Chapter 1: The Trial
Lady Melissa clicked her fingers, calling for more drink. Her maid shuffled forward, taking slow, halting steps, the thick belt just above her knees hobbling her steps. The ankle-length skirt she wore was theoretically demure, but the black fabric was tight enough to highlight the shapely legs pushing against it and the smooth curves of her ample rear. Melissa tugged the skirt slightly, pulling it tighter to show the slight bulge between the maid’s buttocks and over her crotch, outlining the chastity belt locked in place to make sure any of the gentlemen in attendance (or ladies, who could be just as bad!) didn’t take advantage. Or, at least, didn’t take advantage without being granted permission first.
The maid managed to move with at least some grace despite her bindings, the tray of drinks in hand barely shaking. She kept her eyes down, head tilted so as to not meet the eyes of her betters. Brilliant red lips were drawn into an “O” around a large black sphere strapped in place around her head. Silvery patches stained the black of her uniform, spittle trickling out from beneath the gag. Maybe next time something that blocked the mouth entirely? But the girl had such soft, luscious lips that hiding them behind leather and metal seemed a waste. Melissa took a glass from the offered tray, resisting the urge to slap the girl and bring some colour to her cheeks.
From the stage came low groans of pain as the newest meat was auctioned off. Cages and chains hung from the ceiling, youthful forms suspended for display, to be awarded amongst the nobles in attendance.
A hand reached out, caressing the breast of the maid, cupping her generous flesh. She gave the faintest of squeaks, remembering to stifle her sound lest she draw displeasure from her mistress. Well, she was from a decidedly low family, so only so much could be expected from such raw material.
‘Lord Sheffield. I didn’t expect to see you here.’
He gave the breast another squeeze, rucking the fabric of her dress, before slapping the girl’s behind.
‘Oh, I thought I should show my face again, now that my previous scandals have been mostly forgotten. And I’ve taken up a place in town, so could do with some bodies around the place, have some company. But you seem strangely disinterested. I thought you would have snapped up that last one, raven-haired and pale-skinned?’
He gestured to the side of the auction block, where a young woman was being locked into a wooden chest, slotted planks sliding around her ankles, wrists and neck, locking her body in place. When the staff were done and the chest shut, all that remained visible was her head, shaking furiously, black hair flicking around, before a sack was thrown over her. A servant wheeled the chest away.
‘I was tempted, but am quite busy with another project at the moment. While there is a certain pleasure in breaking a spitfire, it does tend to be a lengthy process.’
He cupped both of the maid’s breasts, her breath starting to shorten. ‘I thought this one was strangely passive for you.’
‘Yes, she is very meek. Although it is nice to own something that doesn’t need caging every night. And she is rather comely – quite the find, I think. Some publican’s daughter, from one of those tiny little villages up on the coast. Her accent is vile, but she makes the most delightful groans, and I won’t let her speak until she can do so properly.’ She flicked his hands off her property (although he always had been one to take advantage, even if it was usually to their mutual pleasure) and drew the girl close to her, lightly stroking her soft, blonde hair to calm her down.
‘Well-featured, to be sure.’ There was a crack, as he slapped her, hard, on the backside, making her jump. ‘Will Lady Chatterton not mind you distracting her?’
‘She was the one requesting a favour; if she will set up her quarter-court at such short notice, then it is her own fault for being unable to provide staff or entertainment! She should be thankful. And this one is scarcely ready for anything more than simple scut work just yet.’ Another piece of meat was brought onto the auction block, a strapping young male, his body honed from hard labour. The auctioneer’s assistant sliced off his ragged clothing, exposing him entirely to the audience.
A gasp ran through the crowd, even Sheffield taken aback. ‘That is quite the impressive length! He’ll be fetching a fine price.’ The bidding started immediately, intensifying as the leather-gloved hand of the auctioneer stroked the item’s cock to full length, shining it with oil. Despite the unwillingness of its bearer, the thing continued to harden and grow.
‘Magnificent!’ said Melissa. ‘He would make quite the addition to the menagerie, but I’m trying to be good. My husband is away on the continent at the moment, so I daresay I’ll have another few exotics to train soon enough. And I have quite enough on my plate already.’
‘Ah, the mysterious “project”? Would this be something to do with Madame d’Aubrec? I hear she’s bought that mouldering place up your way, had no end of workers patching it up. Quite what an exile is doing in a place so remote, I don’t know. Or where her gold comes from; she fled with not even clothing, if the stories are true.’
Melissa looked away. ‘She isn’t that bad, once you get to know her. A touch brusque, at times, but rather fetching, and more than adequate companionship, at least if one is willing to accept her ways. But I wouldn’t care to spread rumours, so all I will say is that yes, Madame d’Aubrec does indeed have plans. Of which I’m sure more will be heard in good time.’
Up on the block, the meat’s face was taut, drawn and crimson, as the hand stroked his length. He was kept on the edge of explosion, the bidding growing ever more frenzied. Melissa stifled a pang of regret – he really was a magnificent specimen, breaking him would doubtless be a pleasure, and having such a thing on hand would help with training the maids to taking large shafts, but time was what she lacked right now.
She patted Sheffield on the arm. ‘Actually, my dear, could I request a favour of you? While this one is quite advanced in her training, I have had little opportunity to train her to the cock. A dildo is simply not the same, I’m sure you understand. Would you care to sample her, and let me know if she meets your expectations?’ She placed a hand on the back of the girl’s neck, giving it a possessive squeeze, ignoring her gagged squeal of protest.
Sheffield looked at the girl, letting his eyes run over her well-proportioned frame, ample breasts and slender waist. The girl stilled her squirming, trying to arrange herself better, despite Melissa’s grip on her. Well, Sheffield was quite attractive himself, and far above the class of man the girl would otherwise attract. She pushed down, the girl sinking to her knees.
‘Now, she’s gentle enough she won’t bite, but I have had little chance to train her and lack the natural equipment for such things, so honest feedback would be appreciated.’
She took the girl’s wrists and knotted them with ties of her apron. Then she unbuckled the gag, tilting the girl’s head back to prevent a torrent of spittle flowing forth. She handed it to the girl to hold, then secured her grip, one hand tightly wrapped in the girl’s hair, the other taking the back of her head. The girl raised her head, awaiting her use.
Sheffield was already opening up his trousers, manhood rising to the challenge. Melissa whispered into the girl’s ear. ‘I do hope you will rise to the task. And if you should spill a drop of his seed, then you’ll be spending the night stretched on the rack, if you’re lucky.’
She squeaked nervously. ‘Yes mistress. Sorry mistress.’
Melissa shook her head slightly. ‘You don’t need to apologise. You haven’t done anything wrong. Yet.’
Sheffield awaited them, leaning on a table with one hand gently rubbing himself, Melissa pushing the girl forward, her progress on bound knees slow. As they neared, he moved his hand away. Although not as impressive as the example being sold, his was still a goodly length, standing proudly erect.
The girl shuffled closer, her mouth starting to open already, as Melissa gave her hair a yank. Did she remember nothing of her training? She drew a hand back, ready to deliver a stinging slap. Then the girl spoke, proving herself at least slightly competent.
‘Please master, may I suck your cock?’
The slap became a stroke, as Melissa ran her hand along the girl’s cheek, purring praise. ‘Good girl, good girl.’
Her tongue, until recently bound behind the gag, now poked out from between her soft, red lips. She gently licked the shaft, then lightly kissed it, leaving soft crimson marks on the pale flesh. Sheffield had the courtesy to keep his hands back and stay silent, Melissa only needing to lightly steer. More kisses were laid along it, soft and sweet, before the girl drew back, her face nearing the top of his cock. Pink and soft, her tongue slid out, licking and caressing the tip.
Melissa pushed downwards, experimentally shoving hard. The girl had proven unwilling to deepthroat a dildo; maybe she would find a real cock more to her liking? The girl gagged, stiffening and coughing, but was obedient enough not to fight back. Melissa took a tight grip of the girl’s hair, pulling back and allowing her a moment to breath, then she pushed forward again, less far this time.
The girl’s hands had twitched slightly in their loose bindings when she had been pushed down, but now were more relaxed. She settled into a steady rhythm, barely needing Melissa’s encouragement to slide up and down the cock. Melissa started pushing harder and faster, ignoring the girl’s increasing tension and resistance, sharp gurgles mixing in with the soft sucking and slurping.
Then Sheffield climaxed, face going momentarily vacant. Melissa kept her grip strong, pushing forward. With a hand on the girl’s neck, she could feel her swallowing, accepting and swallowing his seed. Melissa didn’t release her, keeping her impaled on the cock, leaving it to Sheffield to withdraw, now limp and flaccid. A trail of spit linked the two for a moment, before the girl darted her head forward, attempting to catch it, advancing and softly cleaning him off.
Melissa patted her on the head, murmuring soft encouragement as Sheffield pulled back, cock now smeared red with lipstick and glossy with spit. The girl swallowed again, then shuffled forward, pulling her arms out and using her apron to gently dab him clean, still keeping her eyes downcast. Once done, she stayed on her knees, mute and passive.
‘And you say that she has had little training?’
‘On a real one, yes.’
‘Impressive. A testament to your training. Soft and delicate. Although a little too much resistance on the deep thrusts, she’s clearly unused to that. A little squirming is rather fetching though, and she is something of an appealing package.’
Melissa plucked the gag back from the girl’s hands, buckling it back into place. With her soft cheeks still flushed, crimson lips again framing the black sphere of the gag and her hair tousled, she was drawing attention from other nobles, especially now that the prize piece of the auction had been sold. He had been sold and was now being prepared for transports, spread-eagled onto a large wooden board, securely hooded, cock still erect. A tightly-corseted lady lashed him across the chest with a riding crop, before sliding a metal device onto his prick, tightening it into place.