Chapter 4

She climbed onto Gudrun and lowered herself again, the wooden cock sliding into her cunt, so wet now. Then Thalyssa leaned right forward, so that her breasts were pressing up against Gudrun’s. “Now, boy,” Thalyssa said. “Stick it in my ass.”

The boy pressed his cock gingerly to her asshole. He didn’t want to hurt her ; he had heard what Thalyssa could do to anyone who displeased her. Gradually he pressed harder and it began to go in, an inch at a time. Thalyssa grunted as the boy finally pushed his entire cock into her.

“Good, now fuck,” Thalyssa ordered him. She liked to give orders during sex. “Slow at first, then faster and harder.” At the same time she moved on the wooden dildo in her cunt, grinding her clit against it. She could feel the orgasm building deep inside her, a kind of shaking and rumbling which then burst forth. Thalyssa cried out as the spasms gripped her. Her body was shaking so much that the boy’s cock slipped out, but she did not notice until she had calmed down.

“Did I tell you to pull out, boy?” she said.

“No, my lady, but you were thrashing about and I couldn’t keep it in.”

“Get him hard again,” Thalyssa said to Gudrun. “I want him to come in my ass.”

Gudrun was practised at getting men ready for sex with her mistress. That the boy’s cock had not been cleaned after emerging from Thalyssa’s asshole was not a matter to be dwelt on. She had done worse things, and doubtless would again. After five minutes the boy was up to the task. Gudrun put him in position, making him kneel behind Thalyssa, who pressed her face into the bed covers, arched her back and offered her ass to be mounted. Gudrun guided the boy’s cock back in. She made sure that he maintained the necessary rigidity by pushing her finger into his ass and stimulating him around his prostate, a trick she had been taught by a courtesan who had initiated her sexually in a threesome with an elderly baron who had been slow to rise to the occasion.

Once the boy’s cock was securely inside Thalyssa’s ass, Gudrun watched, fingering herself. It was usual that she had to take care of her own needs during these sessions. Thalyssa was not only a princess, used to having her way without a thought for those who did things for her. Gudrun was also the junior partner in the relationship, and after Thalyssa had finally achieved all the orgasms she wanted, Gudrun was often left to fend for herself.

She couldn’t complain. Technically, she was a slave-girl, a present to Thalyssa from one of the kingdom’s minor nobility who had been anxious to curry favour. From the start, Thalyssa had taken a liking to her. Gudrun was pretty, a girl from the far north, tall, blonde, with blue eyes. And Thalyssa soon discovered that Gudrun liked sex, almost as much as she did. Sometimes, it was true, Thalyssa (although an unprincipled slut, a girl of sharp intelligence) suspected that some of Gudrun’s enthusiasm for bedroom romps might have been assumed in order to please her mistress, but enough of it was genuine to make Gudrun a willing and very useful partner. Thalyssa marginally preferred sex with men, but was never loathe to engage with a pretty girl, and both men and women were attracted to Gudrun, and therefore rarely loathe to join both the girls in bed.

Gudrun herself preferred girls, though was not indifferent to the appeal of a nice cock, and so she had willingly been co-opted into Thalyssa’s activities. She also had a penchant for watching, a pronounced voyeuristic streak, so that on the occasions when the stamina of Thalyssa outdid her own, she was happy just lying back and enjoying the spectacle of her mistress in full flow.

Gudrun also nursed a secret longing for Thalyssa’s sister, Yolande, but she knew it would never be fulfilled, for Yolande was the opposite of her mistress in every way, except her looks. One sister was a wanton, a depraved libertine whose waking days were filled with flirting, scheming to get some new prospect into her bed, or vigorous sexual activity with those she had already initiated into her circle of lovers. Thalyssa not only liked sex; she liked variety, and so her time was in part spent on a ceaseless search for new partners. Yolande, on the other hand, was a saint, who days were spent in military training and whose nights passed in innocent, dreamless sleep. Or so everyone believed. She was known generally as the iron virgin. Thalyssa was known simply as the slut.

Thalyssa had made Gudrun privy to her thoughts about her sister’s capture; it never occurred to her to dissemble in front of a slave girl. Gudrun was willing to help in any way she could. If her mistress became queen, that must surely rebound to her advantage. At the moment, however, there seemed nothing that Gudrun could usefully contribute, and so she simply acted as a sounding board for Thalyssa’s thoughts.