Chapter 17 The two submissive at the castle (continued)

He stayed like that for a moment, then walked over to Lalielou, grabbed the largest cock and roughly shoved it further into her. She moaned. He forced her to stand up by tugging viciously at her collar. She kept her eyes lowered, not daring to meet his gaze.

 - go to the kitchen and put yourself at Marie's service!

 - Yes, Mr. Marquis, she replied, remembering the cook's slap.

 He let go of her and she walked off quickly towards what she thought was relief. The Marquis watched her walk away and then turned towards me, still with his head on the ground. He came a few steps closer and I could see the tips of his shoes. He remained there, without moving. After a moment his right foot began to beat the ground as if it were beating time to a piece of music that only he could hear. I didn't dare straighten up and remained there in a position that, I knew, exposed my rump and revealed it, indecently, with this plut stuck in my entrails. I felt the tension rising and fear overcoming me. The fear of what would happen next made me shiver and sweat at the same time.

 All around me, like so many silent witnesses, the pieces of crystal sparkled gently in the glow of the candlesticks, their shards reminding me of my Master's abandonment and I felt like crying. Monsieur le Marquis stirred slightly.

 Ah, how I would have preferred him to shout, to scream his anger, to do something!... But there, this calm, this silence, this waiting terrified me all the more because they had lasted for a long time.

 Then suddenly, seeming to have finally made up his mind, he called Walter. It was so abrupt, so unexpected that it made me jump, but I still didn't dare move or look at him. It was less painful for me to be like that, submissive, in that position, than to meet his gaze and see his wrath.

 Walter had barely arrived when the Marquis asked him:

 - take this female to the Red Room and set her up, prepare her, I will come later to pay me back for what she broke.

 My blood ran cold, a cold sweat trickled down my sides. I had the greatest difficulty standing up when Walter tugged on the leash to make me stand and lead me to an unknown location. I was sure now, the Marquis had chosen and found some tortures straight from his perverted imagination.

 The memory of my readings came back to me in a menacing, gloomy flash, surprising me in fantasizing about the same tortures that the Marquis described in the "Castle" and for which I saw myself as an actress sublimated under his delusions. But reality had caught up with the dreams and it was with a firm hand that Walter led me towards "the red room", the room of a foretold ordeal.

 "To pay me back for what she broke," he had said. It was clear, it was straightforward, I was going to pay dearly for this mistake.

 While I followed Walter, held on a leash, up a stone staircase polished by repeated passages over many years, the Marquis headed for the kitchens. He sat down at the head of the table and asked the cook for a coffee. Lalielou was sitting at the other end, eating, her nose buried in her plate.

 - Is she eating? Why? he asked vindictively. I sent her to you so she could work!

 - Pfff! She couldn't do anything on an empty stomach and I have a lot of work to give her, Mr. Marquis, she replied

 - Well, Marie, you have the authorization to make her do what you think is right to ask her, she must obey you as if she were me, besides I am going to help you by giving you a very effective way to make you obey.

 - Come here! Lalielou approached fearfully, the Marquis felt her buttocks, pulled on her furry tail, patted her, weighed her breasts, kneaded her stomach roughly, made her spread her legs with a slap and slid an investigating hand over her wet sex.

 - What makes you so wet? Do you like having objects in your little hole? Then I'm going to fill you up, you lustful little female dog, come here, come on my knees!

 Lalielou wondered if she had heard correctly, but the Marquis's look and gesture made her understand immediately that she had and that it would be better for her to comply immediately.

 So she approached, bent down, lay down on her knees, and waited for the first slap... which never came.

 Instead, the Marquis played with the tail, gently pulling it until he saw the steel of the plut, letting go, letting the anus close over it, sucking, imprisoning the playful plut. He pulled, let go, several times, amused himself by seeing Lalielou's buttocks part and close to the rhythm he imposed with his wrist movement, Lalielou followed the cadence by undulating her rump which rose and fell slowly. Growing tired of the game, the Marquis, with a stronger blow, removed it from her without warning. Lalielou, who was beginning to get excited by this treatment, moaned at this brutal withdrawal.

 - don't worry little female dog I'm going to put another one in you, so that you can be more effective with Marie, don't move, She was far too worried to even try, she waited for the rest with a certain impatience, she felt her anus ready to receive something else, she wished it was bigger, wider, deeper, and at the same time, knowing the Marquis's inclinations, she had a certain apprehension of discovering what he had in store for her.

 - Marie, go get me the "inflatable"!

 - Right away, Mr. Marquis! Lalielou was relieved, an inflatable! It was okay, she had already experienced that with her Master and had enjoyed it. She loved this fullness that she felt thus filled, full, fulfilled.

 Marie returned with a good-sized object from the end of which hung a black tube and a flexible "bulb." The Marquis placed it in the center of Lalielou's pretty buttocks without any difficulty. He pressed the pump several times and the device inflated, settled into place, wedged itself into the hollow of the well of love which it now filled with amplitude.

 - Here is Marie, said the Marquis, straightening Lalielou, she is yours, I leave you free to inflate the machine whenever you deem it necessary to teach it speed and efficiency. If that is not enough, you will inform me, for the moment I have to do in the red room!

 - Aaaah, Monsieur le Marquis is going to have a great time, she said, laughing and slapping her thighs!

 - Yes, Marie, but that won't be the case for everyone! he replied complicitly.

 Lalielou, her hands crossed over her pubis, her buttocks filled, awaited Marie's pleasure. The Marquis finished his coffee, stood up, and left the kitchen whistling.

 Meanwhile, Walter was dragging me, rather than leading me, up the stairs where my stilettos slipped, twisting my ankles. He was pulling too hard on the leash and making me fall several times, bruising my knees on the cold stone steps. He didn't care about my whimpers.

 - Hurry up, he yelled at me, you must be ready when the Marquis arrives, I have no time to waste. I hastened to obey and followed him as quickly as possible.

 As I climbed the steps, I reflected that the staircase curved gently, as if it were wrapping itself around a tower. I was so eager to see Monsieur le Marquis that I hadn't noticed this tower when I arrived this morning... This morning, only this morning, it already seemed so far away,.....

 Halfway up the climb, Walter stopped in front of a carved wooden door. It was massive and imposing, yet it made no sound when he pushed it open. It was padded on the inside and covered in red damask fabric, studded with large wrought iron nails, forming a magnificent and elegant grid.

 The room I discovered then took my breath away! It was indeed round. The staircase coiled around it, enclosing it like the serpent enclosed the Tree of Knowledge in the Garden of Eden. But that was where the comparison ended, for I had not entered Paradise, but Hell...

 Crazy elegant overall, this room was all taut red and black.

 Heavy curtains were drawn in front of the high windows, their shades matching the carpets on the floor. The unreal roundness of the room was interrupted by furniture that was, to say the least, just as worthy of the dungeons and other oubliettes of the Middle Ages.

 Off-center, there was a massive monastery table. From its four corners hung four rings. Opposite the table, against the wall, a round iron cage with thick, heavy bars imposed its presence by reflecting the light of the candles placed in abundance here and there; its door was ajar.

 Further on, three deep armchairs surrounded a small low table. My gaze followed the curve of the rough stone walls and fell upon an X-shaped cross with rings at the top and bottom of its "branches." There were pulleys hanging from the ceiling in various places. On shelves I saw various ropes of different colors neatly arranged, black leather bracelets, red ones, floggers, whips, and various instruments, some of which I didn't know the purpose of, and silk cushions casually piled up, inviting one to rest, all in harmony with the room's decoration, denoting a certain taste for aesthetics;

 - Here you are in the "Red Room"! It's Monsieur le Marquis's game room.

 Walter pushed me toward the table and forced me to lie flat on my stomach. He tied my feet and hands to the four rings. I was spread-eagled, helpless. I knew what was coming next: The Marquis would whip me to his heart's content, and I would have no way of getting away, tied up as I was, exposed to his vengeance...

 Walter went to sit in one of the armchairs and waited, sipping a liqueur. He looked at me, expressionless. He was waiting for his Master to arrive... He didn't take long, in fact. He had taken the time to change into a more casual outfit. He walked around the table, ran his hands over my back, came up to my head, and lifted it by pulling my hair.

 - So, how are you going to pay back what you broke? he asked me. I have an idea, but you might not like it too much, female!

 I didn't dare answer. What could I answer? I was afraid I wouldn't be able to bear what was coming next. I had never suffered such punishment. I trembled, apprehensive, and yet I felt in my stomach a mad farandole of thousands of butterflies. My body was impatient at the first attempt. The Marquis went to the shelf, took one after the other several large swifts of different colors and materials. He chose carefully, it seemed to me, and finally found the swift that seemed to suit him. He slid it over me as he moved behind me.

 - Are you ready?

 No, of course not! I wasn't ready! The softness of the straps brushing against me made me shiver and then the first one fell on my buttocks, the force and suddenness of the blow surprising me.

 - this one is just to wake you up!

 Then the blows came one after another, more or less applied, more or less rapid. At first I resisted. The blows seemed to heat my body. Everything was affected, my back, my kidneys, my buttocks, my thighs. I can't say that at that moment I was suffering, no, and I felt a certain frustration. I really wanted to "repay" my debt! The Marquis stopped and caressed me, yes caressed me, his hand was soft on my warm body.

 - She's ready Walter, why don't we make her sing a little now?

 - Yes, Mr. Marquis, I'm sure she has a voice, he said, approaching the table in turn!

 - Take this one, Walter, I'll get another one.

 What did all this mean? Walter was also participating in my punishment? I didn't have long to ask myself questions, or even to be afraid. Each in turn, in a Machiavellian synchronicity, they brought the whips down on me. I couldn't hold back my moans for long. They turned into screams very quickly. The infernal alternation of blows striking in turn my back, my buttocks, sometimes whipping my burning thighs, sometimes all at once... If at first I had thought

 I could not scream, I was quickly disillusioned! The blows were powerful, heavy, ferocious, merciless, there were too many of them. I screamed like I had never done before, I had never received such a punishment. I felt hands caressing me, soft, tender, firm, soothing. I didn't feel the strength to look at who they belonged to, they filled me with tenderness, giving me the strength and courage to bear the blows. The blows, which started again with renewed vigor, then again the caress of the hands....It lasted an eternity, I lost track of time as the blows fell on me, as the hands caressed me, making me lose my mind. I didn't know where I was anymore. I had the sensation that they were whipping me everywhere at the same time. I didn't know where the blows were falling, I had the impression of feeling them everywhere and at the same time.

 The pain mingled with the caresses, propelled me into lands unknown to me. My body tensed, offered itself, tried to escape the blows, begged for mercy... I cried out that they stopped and feared that they would. And then slowly, I soon felt my body, no longer refusing the straps but on the contrary, undulating to seek the cruel caress, I no longer cried out, I moaned. The Marquis felt the subtle change, and immediately stopped the blows, Walter did the same.

 - I don't want her to have fun, she's paying a debt!

 - Go get Lalielou, I'll take care of this horny female dog!

 The Marquis untied me and took me in his arms. I hadn't realized that I was crying hot tears. Leaning over me gently, he said:

 - That's good, Marie, you're doing well, but you must suspect that it won't be enough to pay off the carafe? He looked at me intensely,

 - Your eyes are beautiful! I love the color they have now. I lowered them, intimidated, I knew that when I cried they changed color and became translucent. Finding myself in the crook of his arms seemed unreal. I felt the play of his muscles under his skin, I heard his heart beating, powerful.

 He moved and put me back on my feet when I arrived in front of the X-shaped cross and he tied me to it, my feet and hands apart, so I wasn't finished with the straps.

 When Walter entered the kitchen, Marie was sitting at one end of the table and was nagging Lalielou who was polishing the piano and moaning. Her back was arched and you could see the tube of the dildo coming out of her ass. With the pump at the end, it made a most unexpected cock for her. Her anus was so full that you could see it, distended, obscene, between her buttocks, which were spread wide by the tool.

 - She's too slow, I had to motivate her several times! She complains all the time, moans at the slightest slap! Marie, with her air of a surly prison guard, painted a rather unflattering picture of poor Lalielou who nevertheless did the best she could.

 - That's exactly what Monsieur le Marquis is asking for, I'll share your comments with him, he replied with a smile, he's in great shape tonight! Prepare some snacks, we'll need them, the evening is going to last!

 - You're going to have some "good" times, my little one! says the cook sarcastically, I know him well,

 "My Marquis"!

 Walter grabbed Lalielou's leash, made her kneel down and led her towards the stairs, forcing her to walk on all fours. Climbing the stairs was not the easiest, the excessive size of the penis bothered her, as much as it made her suffer, she had never been stretched to this point. She even feared that her anus would give way under the atrocious enlargement. They finally arrived in the "Red Room", Walter introduced her to the Marquis sitting in the small living room area, her eyes widened when she saw the strange room she, had just entered. Walter related the cook's complaints to the Marquis who stood up and approached her.

 - What do you mean? This female has been a bad girl, so I have to correct her as such! Come here! he said, pointing to his knees. No, he wasn't going to spank her like that, was he? She didn't have to think for long.*

 - Right away and faster than that!

 which she did with difficulty, she lay down across the Marquis's knees, who admiringly looked first at how far the cooker had inflated the plut he had installed. He appreciated the size that it must have taken inside Lalielou, who was waiting for the first slap. It was first a soft hand that passed over her exposed globes. She shuddered, her anus, which had been hurt for more than an hour, was tormenting her but also causing her other sensations, and, if her vagina had not been compressed from the inside by the machine, the wetness would have flowed down her thighs.

 The Marquis's hand wandered over the buttocks, went around the anus stretched to bursting point, went down to the slit also swollen by the machine which was taking the place where it had been.

 - mmmmh! Just right, she's just right! he smiled and , bringing his hand down forcefully on the buttocks offered, she caused a wave in Lalielou spreading from her buttock to her anus, and from her anus to her tense sex, the dildo filled her. Each slap given with force, each slap received caused a deep wave.

 Pain? Pleasure? Lalielou didn't know anymore, but the repletion of the blows accelerated, intensified, she began to moan. Not daring to put her hands to protect her battered buttock, she endured this avalanche of blows as best she could. But soon tears rolled down her cheeks, she began to scream, apologizing, begging for mercy. The Marquis didn't care and continued to spank her at a hellish pace.

 The slaps fell one after the other. Her buttocks were soon crimson. Lalielou gesticulated, trying to escape, a little, from the hands of the Marquis.

 She felt, against her side, the Marquis's penis swelling to the rhythm of the slaps he gave her with the regularity of a metronome. She understood the pleasure he had in giving her this spanking, the pleasure he had in seeing her buttocks bounce under his slaps, the pleasure he had to see them change color. Unable to stand it any longer, he pushed her away, making her fall to the ground.

 He made her kneel in front of him. Lalielou heard him lower his pants and felt the Marquis's hot glans present itself to her sex. She wondered if he wasn't going to take it off first, or at least deflate it a little.

 He would never be able to penetrate her without it! There was no more room, she felt it.

 The Marquis did nothing of this, he grabbed him by the waist, and , when he was well placed, pulling it he towards him, forced the entrance of her vagina in a loud cry from Lalielou who was breathless!

 He penetrated her slowly, forcing the passage, spreading the walls, compressing even more the thin skin separating the vagina from the enormous tool, she was no longer breathing, waiting from one moment to the next to be torn.

 But little by little, slowly the Marquis forced the passage of this divinely narrow cavern and took possession of it. Lalielou began to scream, her flesh burned, the pleasure she felt with the plut gave way to an atrocious pain! She screamed, gesticulated, tried to escape the terrible penetration.

 - Walter, she's screaming way too loud, so gag that penis that's causing that bulge I see in your pants!

 He stood in front of Lalielou and, opening his fly, pulled out a penis which, although not large, was a good size.

 He presented it to the mouth of poor Lalielou who, still screaming in pain, found herself forced to swallow Walter's cock. Unable to scream any longer, she closed her mouth around the gag formed by the rod. Walter, without the slightest trace of pity, pushed it deep into her. She felt the bulge of the glans hit her tonsils, causing a disturbing retching. Walter ignored it and continued his progression.

 He felt the ring formed by the tonsils and uvula loosen as his glans passed through the obstacle.

 He was in her throat, as deep as he could go. Lalielou's mouth hit his pubis. He withdrew, felt the tonsils open again at the reverse passage of his glans and let him out without difficulty. Without difficulty for him, because Lalielou struggled, pushed with her hands on Walter's stomach who didn't care. He let her catch her breath. Her eyes were watering, she was coughing, but without any pity for her tears, he plunged back into her mouth with delight, continued inexorably his progression, passed the glottis, felt the nausea, and found himself once again at the back of her throat. He stayed there for a while, keeping Lalilou's head pressed against his lower abdomen, delighting in the jolts caused by the intrusion of his sex deeply buried in Lalielou's mouth. She was impaled on all sides, shaken by uncontrollable jolts, she felt nausea coming on. Her dilated vagina and anus threatened to give way under the assaults of the Marquis who accelerated the pace. Walter matched his rhythm to hers, and together they ripped through Laielou. They took her together, powerfully, deeply. I saw her eyes widen with anguish with each thrust of Walter she could no longer scream, no longer having the possibility to do so. The flesh gag that came and went in her throat was of a terrifying effectiveness. Combined with the incessant pounding that the Marquis imposed,on her through her other orifices, she was like a doll of flesh, disarticulated between their perverse and merciless hands. They were only concerned with their own pleasure. I could only hear the panting of the two men who were working her without stopping.

 - mmmmh her mouth, Monsieur le Marquis, it's a delight, soft, hot, wet and deep! Projecting his sex further into the offered throat. He poured, in successive jerks, his seed that Lalielou could only swallow, the sperm poured deep into her throat! The Marquis who had been pounding her for a while and feeling very cramped in this silky canal could not hold back his pleasure any longer. His sex swelled under the spasms of pleasure, he withdrew and ejaculated on Lalielou's bruised loins. They both let go of her. She didn't even have the strength to scream and collapsed at their feet.

 - What a sublime female! exclaimed the Marquis. He approached Lalielou who was still on the ground

 - Clean my penis right away, I still have to do it!

 Lalielou struggled to get up on her hands, pulling her by the hair, he helped her raise her head and she began to clean the Marquis's penis which was slowly beginning to lose its splendor.

 - apply yourself!

 Lalielou took the rod into her bruised mouth and began to clean it conscientiously.

 She swirled her tongue around the glans, sucking up the last drops of sperm that were still there. She looked up at the Marquis, not knowing how long he would want her to clean him. So she applied herself until she felt the Marquis's vigor reborn. At that moment, he stepped back and asked Walter to put her in the cage so she could rest. She found herself, lifted, inert, a fragile flower battered by a storm too big

 .

 Walter placed her at the bottom of the cage where she curled up into a ball. Her jaw was tense, the rain was still attacking her. She wanted to run her hands over her sex but didn't dare. Her head was still spinning from lack of air. She no longer had the strength to think, no longer the strength to cry, she was there, panting, submissive to the Marquis. The stay promised to be long.

 The gate had barely closed when the Marquis turned towards me. He had adjusted himself and was heading towards the shelf. His hand hovered over a whole collection of whips. I shuddered. Not the whip, no, not the whip!

 - So, what do you think of this one? he asked me, grabbing a whip braided in red and black, a long leather snake, just as magnificent and evil as the hand that brandished it. The Marquis presented it to me, mockingly.

 I closed my eyes, a tear rolled down my cheek....