“Sophie’s Ordeal … Part III” — Dungeon Crawl Blog Hop

 

Hello Dungeon Crawlers,

This week, I’m continuing with more 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 pulled Miriam’s plaything from her cage…

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Sandra worried the girl’s breasts with the sharp instrument for several minutes, even commanding Sophie at one point to push her own nipple against the outstretched tip of the needle. After more threats from her unyielding Lady, Sophie finally complied, the tears streaming anew.

With a deft hand, Sandra managed to avoid puncturing the skin, but when she was finished, the captive’s breasts were crisscrossed with pink lines, the nipples inflamed at the harsh abrasions of the sharp needle. She laid a tender kiss on each tortured tip, then brushed her lips over Sophie’s mouth.
Sandra scooted her stool back. “Spread your legs, girl. I want to see what you’re hiding between those lovely thighs.”

The girl complied, but not fast enough for her demanding mistress. “Get them open, girl. Now.” Miriam’s brow furrowed, her eyes glittering.
“Please, Mistress,” Sophie murmured, her eyes brimming, her face blushing furiously.

“I said now, Sophie!” Miriam slapped the lush inner thigh, making the girl yelp. She spread much wider, a hand print blossoming on the creamy flesh of one of her inner thighs.

“Rather moist down here, I see.” Sandra winked at her friend. “At least part of your fair Sophie doesn’t object too much to her treatment.”

The Countess played her red-painted fingertips over the plump labia, tugging at the curls there. She grasped a hair and yanked at it, making Sophie whimper. It took a second pull before the hair gave way. The Countess twirled it in her fingers, turning it this way and that before her eyes.

“I usually shear the serving girls. Helps with hygiene,” Miriam said, patting the plump lips of Sophie’s sex with her palm. “But she has such fetching curls; I think I may let her keep them after all.”

Miriam’s long fingers pushed the prominent hood back, revealing the deep red clitoris to the candlelight.

“No, she’s not objecting at all,” Sandra murmured, touching the tip of it with a fingernail. Sophie jerked, but stayed in place. “What with this clit you’d think she was bringing herself off at all hours. Look how big and swollen it is, Miriam!”

“Isn’t it delightful?” Miriam flicked the stiff flesh back and forth with a finger and Sophie inhaled sharply. “When I first laid eyes on it, I couldn’t believe my good fortune. I shouldn’t be surprised though. Everything else on this girl —except perhaps her brain — is big. Why should her not-so-little button be any different?”

Both women giggled, their mirth lost on the crimson-faced Sophie. A tear gathered and dropped from one brimming eye, trailing down a burning cheek.

“Lucien told me that he has clients in the East, some beyond even the Frontier.”

Sandra’s eyes widened. “You mean —”

Miriam nodded. “Yes, even there. He says some of the clients in the East like to have the hood pruned back, to expose the clit fully.”

Sandra shivered at the warmth that bloomed between her thighs. Such cruelty! What was happening to her? She seemed to be open to deeper and deeper depravity the longer she stayed with her sadistic friend.

Miriam looked up into Sophie’s brimming eyes. “How would that strike you, girl?”

“Oh please, please no Mistress,” Sophie whispered, shaking her head.

Miriam lay her finger across Sophie’s lips. “What have we discussed about that word, girl?”

Sophie burst into fresh tears. “Not — to use it.”

“Ever,” Miriam said, steel in her voice. “You needn’t worry though. I don’t go in for such barbarity, Sophie. I like this cunt just as it is.”

She worried the tip of the girl’s clit with a sharp fingernail, and Sophie let go a pained grunt.

“Do be quiet, girl! Maybe we should have Sandra take hold of her needle once more?”

“I’ll be good, Mistress. Please.” Sophie’s face was awash in tears.

“I know you’ll try to be,” Miriam said, using a lace kerchief to dab at Sophie’s flooded cheeks. “But if not, we have ways of reminding you to obey, don’t we?”

Sophie nodded, her eyes wide and bright as she bit her lower lip. Her entire body was tense, the fear emanating from her in waves. It made Sandra want to see how well the unfortunate girl’s tongue had been trained.

Soon.

“Do they object to the practice, Miriam?” Sandra tried her best to banish the aroused quaver from her voice. “The women, I mean.”

Miriam chuckled, placing the back of a cool hand against Sophie’s displayed sex. “They don’t usually ask for their opinion, Sandra. It’s no different than the excision of the prepuce from males, really. The males certainly don’t complain about that, so any feminine protest is no doubt ignored. It’s not really for me, though. I like to keep their buds as sensitive as possible — but I can certainly understand the appeal.”

“I’d like to see it sometime,” Sandra said, plucking at the delicate petals of the girl’s inner labia. She pulled at them until she could spread them flat against the swollen outer lips.

“Well, next time we journey to see that scoundrel Farrier, you must accompany us. I believe my husband plans a sojourn there this fall before the snows come.” Miriam stroked her palm along Sophie’s silken inner thigh.

“That would be splendid — as long as I can avoid Lucien.” Sandra dipped a finger into the girl’s sex, then brought her glistening fingertip to her lips, licking the essence away. “Mm, very nice, indeed.”

“Fine isn’t it? She’s still a virgin, but her cunt slickens like a common whore’s. Remarkable, really.” Miriam turned to Sandra. “What’s your objection to Lucien?”

Sandra didn’t want to tell Miriam about her close encounter with the pony intake. Strangely, a part of her feared it might give her friend ideas. “I just find him an overbearing boor. Regards women as mere livestock. Feels as if he’s assessing your auction value, even as he’s speaking with you. Beastly man.”

Miriam smiled, a slim eyebrow raised. “I find him fascinating. So commanding, so stern. Seeing him put those girls through their paces is like nothing else in this world.”

Sandra didn’t miss the far off look in Miriam’s eyes, even as she continued her molesting of the captive girl. Shaking her head, Miriam stood and sat next to Sophie on the bed once more, her fine dress stretched between spread knees. She tweaked one of Sophie’s turgid brown nipples. “On the floor, girl.”

Sandra pushed her own stool back and stood, as the naked girl dropped to her knees, facing her Mistress, hands still clasped behind her head. She marveled at how well Miriam seemed to have trained the frightened girl.
Miriam gazed down at Sophie. “Now then, it’s time for a little relief. My bedroom smells like your cunt, girl. It’s time you took care of mine.”

The Lady eased the hem of her dress up and over her knees, exposing trim, olive toned thighs. She lifted a leg and propped her bare heel on the edge of the bed. Sandra couldn’t help but blush when Miriam looked up at her, grinning. Miriam laid two slim fingers on the neat slit revealed by her pose, spreading her labia apart to expose the tender, soaking flesh within.

Miriam’s sex was completely bare of curls, surprising Sandra. Bare pussies were typically the province of the slaves and serving girls at most noble houses.

“Sophie, here is a chance to fulfill your promise to be a good girl. I’d like you to put that tongue of yours right here.” Miriam tapped between her spread digits, the fingertip kissing the very center of her dripping pussy.

A choked sob came from the kneeling girl, and she dropped her head.

“I’m waiting, Sophie. Tongue in my pussy, or it’ll be the whip across yours.”

Sandra stroked the nape of Sophie’s neck as the girl began to weep. “Come now, it’s not so bad. Once you get the taste for it, you’ll love it. Be a good girl and take care of your Mistress.”

Miriam leaned forward, her finger wet with her own exudations, tipping up Sophie’s chin. “You have two choices: go back into your cage with a sore bottom and two angry Mistresses, or go back in your cage with a sore tongue and two pleased Mistresses. Which is it to be, girl? Don’t make me wait any longer.”

Miriam glanced up at Sandra, her lips curved in a half smile. Sandra stood behind the kneeling slave, and attempted to feign indifference or relaxation. Inside she was a riot of anticipation and wild lust. Her hands shook with the same pulse she could feel in her burning clit. She grasped both of Sophie’s wrists, bringing them to rest behind the girl’s back, and gently nudged her forward.

With the tiniest of hesitations the slave resisted, then gave in, allowing herself to be guided forward. “There you go, girl,” Sandra murmured. “Just obey now.”

Sandra’s eyes, glazed with lust, locked with Miriam’s. “See, she just needed some gentle guidance, Miriam.”

Something passed between the two noblewomen, then Miriam looked down at Sophie. “I want that tongue right in, girl. No more delaying. Get started.”
The girl whimpered, then further sound was muffled as she pressed her face to the Lady’s sex. The woman’s dripping juices were smeared across Sophie’s cheeks, mixing with her tears.

Miriam’s hand cupped the back of Sophie’s skull, the delicate fingers grasping the rich chocolate plaits. “Faster, girl. Lick between the lips first, then suck the clit. Ah! That’s it!”

Sandra knelt down behind Sophie, keeping the slave girl’s wrists pinioned behind her back. She whispered in the girl’s ear. “Use your tongue and your lips on all of her, Sophie. Lick her everywhere. Lower now.”

Sophie stiffened, her arms twisting in Sandra’s strong grip.

Sandra laughed, whispering even more softly. “Yes, even there, Sophie. Lick her bottom hole too. If you don’t I’ll have to tell your Mistress, and she’ll cane you until your buttocks bleed.”

Miriam’s fingers clenched the girl’s hair in a harsh grip. The Lady threw her head back, her eyes closed, as she splayed her own glistening labia wider for Sophie’s reluctant tongue. “Oh Gods, you’re good at this, Sophie! Who would believe a virgin could eat pussy like this? Gods, more!”

The Lady ground Sophie’s face into her sex, making the girl whimper against the soaking flesh. “More! Faster, or I’ll whip you raw, girl!”

Sandra leaned closer, the tip of her tongue darting out to lick Sophie’s earlobe. “Do it. Obey your Mistress, Sophie. Make her spend all over your pretty face.” Sandra placed kisses along Sophie’s throat, behind her ear. “Then you’ll take care of me, girl. Don’t think your duty is done when she orgasms.”

Miriam’s grip tightened further.”Oh fuck! Yes! YES!”

She ground Sophie’s face into her dripping sex, mashing the girl’s nose against her clit. Sophie cried out into the soaking flesh, her tongue deep between the swollen lips.

Miriam shrieked, her thighs trembling, as the sounds of Sophie’s frantic tonguing of her sex grew louder and wetter. Then, with a shuddering sigh, Miriam released Sophie’s hair. She collapsed back onto the bed, her breath labored, a lazy grin on her face. She pushed sweaty tresses out of her eyes, attempting to return her hair to a semblance of normalcy.

Sandra released the girl’s arms and stood, a pleased look on her fair face.

“You drenched her, Miriam! I think she nearly drowned.”

Sophie hung her head, the tears sprinkling onto her naked thighs. Her arms were limp at her sides, her posture one of humiliated defeat.

Miriam rolled to her side on the bed, smoothing her dress back down over her hip, but leaving the tantalizing lengths of her thighs bared. She cradled her head in one hand, regarding the forlorn slave. “I think it’s time you expressed your gratitude to our guest as well, don’t you think?”

Sandra, hiking her dress up her shapely legs, moved in front of the kneeling girl. She placed her hand on Sophie’s tear-stained cheek “Now then, Sophie. Be a good girl now.”

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This rather … intense scene, continues next week. If you can’t wait until then and you’d like to read more, A Lady And A Maid is available at all major retailers.

Please take some time to visit all the other stops on this week’s hop. There are a great diversity of posts and viewpoints; you might learn a little something new AND be turned on:)

Until next week kinky peeps!

Trent