Hello Dungeon Crawlers,
It’s the second week?!? How did we last this long? Well, miracles never cease:)
This week, I’m continuing from the depravity filled epic-fantasy erotica title A Lady And A Maid. The two noblewomen from last week, Lady Miriam and her friend Countess Sandra, have just witnessed a bracing (and arousing) public whipping of an errant wife by her stern husband.
Now, they’ve moved inside the hushed sanctum of the inner keep for more … intimate pursuits.
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“What’s she done to deserve this, Miriam?” Sandra, her rouged lips pursed, glanced over at her friend.
Miriam strolled over from her great mirror and stood close to her friend, affectionately clasping an arm around her waist, her shapely dark-haired form pressed to Sandra’s side.
“Oh, she still has this silly idea that she gets some say as to what, or more to the point, whom she lays with,” the handsome lady said, wagging a long beringed finger up and down dismissively. “She’s being shown the error of her ways.”
“I see. Not content with her station in life is she?”
“Not exactly,” Miriam said, staring down at the subject of the conversation.
“She serves passably well, especially at table. But she still can’t get her silly little mind around the fact that this is a house run by a woman, and that as a servant of the house, she is expected to serve that woman’s needs — all of them.”
“Missing a boy back home or some such?”
“Well, not to put too fine a point on it, but the girl seems to be averse to women. Sad, but true. Isn’t that right, dove?” Miriam said, raising her voice slightly.
“Ah, not a good attitude to have here at House Westwood, girl,” Sandra said, her voice soft. “You’d be wise to shape up quickly”
“She has this odd notion of only being attracted to men, and says she’s never been with a woman before!”
“How selfish of her! What a bizarre thing for a girl to think, Miriam!”
“Isn’t it though?” Miriam lit a few more candles about the dim room. “It’s as if she thinks it matters that she’s only attracted to men. Servants do just that — they serve. She just needs to come to grips with the fact that a major part of her duties here in my house, indeed the most important duty, is attending me. Until she gets that through her thick skull, I’m just going to have to train her in proper behavior at this manor.”
“Well, I can hardly make anything out between these bars and the fact that she’s tucked away in this corner, love. Perhaps we might get a better look at her?”
“Oh, I suppose we can, Sandra. She’s in there to think, to decide if she’s going to accept the truth of things.” Miriam stooped down, her movement graceful, her hands smoothing the wrinkles out of her deep green silk dress. Sandra, clad only in a sheer white gown, lace décolletage only partially concealing jutting breasts, knelt down as well, face feeling slightly flushed as she looked upon the girl.
“She’s only been in there a half hour. It’d be a shame to spoil the lesson by letting her out too soon,” Miriam said, considering, fingers toying with the golden lock affixed to the hasp.
The ‘she’ in question, was a naked girl, someone Sandra had never seen before. She looked perhaps nineteen or twenty, and was very fair of skin (though the low light betrayed just how fair). The girl was in a small cage ensconced in a corner of the noble’s luxuriously appointed bedroom. The round steel bars of the cage were closely spaced, dull gray in color. She knelt — or more accurately — was forced to kneel tightly over, her body practically bent double, the cage being scarcely more than three feet in height. She faced away from the two ladies, so it was impossible to make out much more of her countenance. A thick rope of her dark brown hair was wrapped casually around one of the bars crossing the top of the cage.
“You couldn’t get some more light over here could you, Miriam?” Sandra asked, keen on getting a better view of the girl.
“Oh certainly, Sandra.” Miriam retrieved a large glass-shrouded candelabra and set it on the nightstand next to the forlorn little cage.
The splash of warm yellow light illuminated the pale, broad orbs of the buttocks planted solidly on her heels, the vulnerable soles of her feet visible beneath the lush curves. In the cramped confines of the tiny cage, her posture prostrate, the dusky crack of her bottom yawned open, clearly exposing the wrinkled whorl of the anus, the perineum, and the dark, fur shrouded contours of plump labia below.
Indeed, the cage was such a tight fit that the girl’s ample bottom pressed against the sides and back of the enclosure, flesh slightly bulging into squares within the rigid confinement. The bars crossed the bottom of the cage too, and one could see that they must have galled the smooth planes of the girl’s shins terribly.
Even in this closely crouched position with the girl’s bosom pressed to her thighs, Sandra could see that the captive nude was possessed of full breasts; their soft, pale curves bulged invitingly out to either side, contrasting with the delicate pattern of the girl’s rib cage.
The girl’s arms were bent behind her, reaching up and around one of the bars crossing the top of the cage, the delicate wrists clasped in metal cuffs. Sandra could see that the girl wasn’t entirely naked either, though what she did have on hardly afforded any protection from the gaze of the two noblewomen.
The cuffs were clipped to a fine, silver linked chain stretched taut to a ring embedded in the back of a broad belt. This belt clasped her lower waist, stretching round to pass just above the dimples of her bottom. The black leather was tight, the flesh bulging slightly both above and below, and made the swell of the girl’s voluptuous bottom even more pronounced.
Sandra thought she knew with some fair certainty why this particular girl was subject to the attentions of her friend, Lady Westwood. The majestic raven-haired mistress of Westwood Manor was well known among her wide circle of friends for her feverish penchant for well-fleshed lasses, especially those blessed (or cursed) with a big, round bottom. She knew Miriam would make the girl wish she’d never been blessed with such bountiful buttocks.
“Ah, those shoulders must be a trifle uncomfortable by now, Miriam.” Sandra turned her head to her friend. “How about having her out for a spot? Just to get a look at what you’re working with.”
“She has a lot longer to look forward to in there, but I suppose there won’t be any harm in having her out for a little tea-time stretch,” Miriam said, winking at her friend. “She’ll no doubt be grateful for it.”
The willowy mistress gazed at the prostrate servant a moment longer, a fingernail leisurely drawing a light furrow into the skin of one of the girl’s buttocks. Miriam fished a necklace out of her deep cleavage, from which — much to Sandra’s delight — hung a tiny golden key. She opened the small lock at the hasp, carefully tucking the key back between her breasts.
After unwinding the rope of the girl’s hair from the crossbar, Miriam unclasped the chain from the ring at the back of the girl’s belt, letting the chain slide down to the floor of the cage. She then pulled the girl’s arms straight up behind her. This allowed her to swing the heavy top of the cage up on groaning hinges. As the girl’s hair fell to one side of her back, the dark leather of two straps could be seen emerging from around the front of the girl’s face. The straps diverged, one reaching around the base of the skull along the hairline, the other snaking higher up the back of the skull, submerged in her thick hair.
With a hand clasped firmly to one of the girl’s upper arms, the olive color of her hand clashing with the creamy whiteness of the prisoner’s flesh, Lady Westwood helped the girl straighten. The fingers of Miriam’s other hand lightly played about the crimson tips of the plump breasts as the girl stood, her movement halting, and stepped out of the cage. The Lady used another key to pop open the metal cuffs, hanging them on one of the cage’s bars.
The girl immediately started to whimper and twist, her knees rubbing together, toes wiggling, rubbing the abraded skin of her wrists. Her soulful green eyes were near to overflowing with tears, the lips pulled back in a rictus by a thick black rubber-coated bit clenched between white teeth. A bit of saliva could be seen at the corners of her mouth, as well as at the lowest part of her bottom lip. Straps crossed her cheeks tightly from either end of the bit to wrap around the back of her head.
“Pins and needles, dear,” Miriam said matter-of-factly in response to Sandra’s questioning look. “She’s been in there a bit, as you know,”
The Lady made no attempt to comfort or assist the girl, merely content to observe her discomfort as circulation returned fully to her lower limbs. After a minute or two, when the girl’s wriggling had subsided, Miriam guided her over to the foot of the huge, richly appointed bed, and bade her sit upon the magenta duvet cover.
“Don’t get too comfortable now, Sophie,” Miriam said, standing before the sitting girl, her arms crossed below the swell of her bosom. “Once the Countess has had her look at you, it’s back in your cage. You still have a lot to think about, and you aren’t getting out of your quiet time that easily.”
“Yes, I see why you picked her, Miriam. Very nice, indeed.” Sandra pressed on the girl’s arms clutched protectively around her bosom. The bright pink bands of cuff-abraded skin on her wrists emphasized the pallor of her breasts. The Countess’ fingers moved up to trace the length of the bit, touching the girl’s soft rose lips. “Might we pop this out too, Miriam? These lips do look enchanting, and I can’t really see them pulled back so.”
“Of course, my dear.”
Miriam unclasped the buckles at the back of Sophie’s head. The bit loosened, and fell away trailing dark straps, landing with a wet slap on the girl’s pale thigh. The corners of the unfortunate girl’s mouth were inflamed, almost blood red. The straps left fading furrows crossing both cheeks. Both women watched a moment as Sophie worked her mouth and lips to try and return some sensation to the numbed flesh. The bit had apparently been just as galling as it looked.
“Hands up, now. No, behind your head. You know better than to cover up,” Miriam said, her dark brows furrowed momentarily. The nude laced her fingers behind her head, widening her elbows at a barked command from the Lady.
The girl was well built, even tending toward powerful. Strong shoulders contrasted against the slender muscles of her arms. The breasts were full, hanging heavily on her chest. The nearly smooth areolas were wide and brown, accented with prominent, dark nipples. The belly was soft, but smooth, the inky depth of her navel a pleasing counterpoint to the pale planes of her abdomen. There was the slightest curve to her belly down to the rather prominent curls adorning the pubis. Her hips flared wide from the narrow waist, and she looked as if she might have to watch her weight when she was further along in years. But now in the prime of her youth, her hips merely advertised her luscious femininity.
Sandra glanced at Miriam. “May I?”
“By all means. It’s what she’s here for,” Miriam said, smiling at her friend.
Sandra ran a finger along the line of the girl’s biceps, tracing the smooth flesh to the underarm. She rubbed a few of the dark curls there between her fingers, looking at Miriam with a raised eyebrow.
The Lady laughed softly, coming over to stand next to her friend again. “The peasant girls are all au naturel. I usually shear them when they come to my house to serve, but this one has such enchanting curls that I decided to keep them along with that thick thatch between her thighs. Their men are apparently quite taken by this natural growth. I’m starting to see the wisdom in their preferences.”
“Oh I agree,” Sandra murmured. Though she was at first shocked at the curls, she could see the attraction. In a way, they made the girl seem more vulnerable, less in control of her own body. More of an animal. Enchanting indeed.
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There’s a ton more to this scene, so I’ll end it here. If you’d like to read more, A Lady and a Maid is available at all major e-book retailers — or you can wait until next week, when I post more of this scene:)
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Until next week:)
Maggie Carpenter says
Truly intriguing, and I thank you for sharing.
Trent Evans says
Thanks, Maggie:) Are you going to sign up for next week’s hop? Would love to have you!
Christina Mandara says
Really enjoyed this! And I notice the poor girl’s gagged with a bit… I have a fondness for those too :D!!!
Sheri Savill says
LOVE this. Gagged with a bit. Um, yeah. And whatever else … is handy. Oh! Snap!
LA Cloutier says
Damn did I ever enjoy the details in this excerpt. The description of the cage and how Sophie was arranged in it. Hands cuffed behind her back, metal pushing into her flesh and the gag in her mouth. Sounds very uncomfortable indeed.
Quite enticing how Sandra inspects her.
I’m thinking this scene gets a lot more juicy as it progresses. ヅツ ッ
Joelle Casteel says
Corey Harper says
Trent, those who know me know I do like an “ample bottom”. That, coupled with the ever so prim and proper flavor of the scene as it began to descend over to the dark side, had me smiling and anticipating further depravities.
Normandie Alleman says
I’m so glad you continued with this one, I really like it! Super steamy and I love the world building.
Liv Honeywell says
I love the language and the descriptions. So perfect for the setting. Wonderfully done 🙂
Casey McKay says
I love the historical setting and the ‘lady’ characters, meanwhile they have this girl all caged up and bound. Pretty interesting story line you set up!
Beauty's Punishment says
I don’t know about just grabbing anything for a gag. I’ve tried a couple and have one that’s for a small mouth.
Very vivid story Trent. You pull your reader into what is going on.
Trent Evans says
🙂 Well, in that world the nobles don’t exactly follow SSC or RACK, evil bastards that they are.
Thank you for the kind words! Was hoping people wouldn’t be to traumatized by it. I don’t unusually do dub-con or non-con stuff so it’s a change of pace for me…