Chapter Five

One morning Katherine dreamed that she lay naked, spread-eagled in a candlelit room hung with tapestries, tied with golden cords to a great pile of green silk pillows beneath a large ceiling mirror. The air was filled with the lustrous glow of innumerable candles, and in the hazy light she could just discern the designs of the tapestries. They depicted perverted scenes of eroticism which made Katherine blush fiercely—but which made her want to look more.

All of the secret, hidden fantasies of her innermost soul seemed to hang in view, tempting her most carnal passions. She strained to touch herself, to relieve the erotic tensions mounting within her young body, but her bonds held firm. Though she craved the feel of her own silky flesh more than sanity itself, she was helpless in her frustration, exposed and vulnerable.

Watching her quivering body in the ceiling mirror, nipples tight and crinkled in the cool air, Katherine wondered anxiously what might happen. Her pulse beat heavily within her.

A heavy castle door banded with strips of studded iron slowly creaked open. As Katherine watched, a majestic woman with flowing black hair strode purposefully in, hips sliding smoothly beneath a crimson velvet robe, belted at the slim waist. Her eyes were dark and seductive, her full lips red and saucy. A burnished brass key hung from her woven leather belt.

Katherine gasped when she saw the six girls who padded silently in behind her. They were pretty and blonde and shockingly naked. These wenches seemed a little younger than Katherine herself, nineteen or perhaps even just eighteen years old, their ripe bodies taut and smooth, unhandled. Yet the smirks teasing the corners of their pouty lips, the knowing looks in their coyly half-lidded eyes made her shudder. Katherine sensed instinctively that these pretty love slaves knew precisely how to tease, and please.

Each wore a collar of tough leather around her smooth white neck, and their collars were connected with padlocked lengths of iron chain. The thought that such exquisite, shapely young girls were property—their very bodies to be done with as their commanding slave mistress saw fit—made Katherine sweat inside.

The crimson-robed brunette led the naked girls to the green silk pillows where Katherine struggled against her bonds. The woman unlocked the first two girls with her brass key. “Kiss her,” she commanded in a deep, husky voice which both terrified and thrilled Katherine.

The first two girls bent down obediently, and though Katherine tried to turn her head, their hands caught and held her securely. Reluctantly Katherine pursed her lips, hoping to end the humiliation quickly. But, one by one, they kissed her demurely, their tongues forcing open her mouth and dancing sensually within. They pulled away, and though the sly girls pretended not to realize it, Katherine sensed that indeed they knew how they had stirred her body deep inside. Horrified, she watched in the ceiling mirror while they moved down her body to kneel between her spread thighs.

“No!” she cried, but the statuesque woman merely nodded for the girls to continue. Katherine squirmed as she felt their fingers pluck deftly at her crotch, spreading the labia to expose her vulnerable clitoris. She could only stare helplessly at the mirror, red-faced, while they kissed her there tenderly, making every nerve in her body jangle in panic and confusion. And then they moved down her legs to begin lapping at her feet, pink tongues tickling the surprisingly sensitive skin of her soles, wanton young lips encircling and sucking at her toes, making her writhe. Katherine had never imagined this could be pleasurable…yet somehow it was.

And they continued their strange, titillating attentions while their ebon-haired slave mistress unlocked the next pair and commanded, “Kiss her.” This second pair of pretty blonde girls also kissed Katherine deeply, and she accepted this without resisting. After they had kissed Katherine’s mouth, they, too, slithered down her quivering body to kiss her naked clitoris. When she felt their hot lips sucking at her wet flesh, she could not help gasping in sudden unwanted pleasure.

And then this second pair crept back up to kneel by her head. Katherine could smell the faint musky odor on their breaths as they bent down and began sucking her earlobes, licking the tender skin there with an inflaming, innocent eroticism which made her squirm with delight. She groaned as she watched them in the mirror.

Then the woman freed the last set of knowing young temptresses and again commanded, “Kiss her.” This time Katherine kissed their open mouths eagerly. She pressed her hungry tongue between their pretty cheeks and let it dance naughtily inside, making them respond. She strained toward the girls when they moved away, driven half-insane by the feathery pressures of tender lips and tongues behind her ears, upon her curled toes.

Her heart raced as she saw this third set of women moving down her naked body, and when they knelt between her naked thighs, she tried to press herself down against them. Their young mouths were warm and caring, their supple tongues pushing each other as they licked her vulva together. She prayed that the moment would never end.

Katherine trembled on the brink of orgasm when they stopped, and then they came up one either side of her again, and they bent close over her face, close enough for her to see her own musky lubrication shining on their full lips, close enough for her to smell it. She trembled beneath them, helplessly, until they took pity on her and, smiling seductively, bent closer still. Katherine arched her back, and they waited in polite silence as her desperate tongue lapped the salty juices from their pretty faces.

And when they began to suck the stiff pink-brown buds of Katherine’s crinkled nipples, she screamed in delight. Six soft mouths brought her dizzyingly close to climax. Katherine panted ecstatically beneath the amorous caresses of those six desirable wenches on her sensitive toes, her tender earlobes, her burning nipples. Her clitoris, untouched, throbbed insistently within the furry pink nest of her open vulva.

And when through half-lidded eyes she realized that the slave mistress had been watching her all the while in silence, Katherine could not keep herself from begging aloud. “Help me!” She moaned shamelessly. “Help me! Please. Please!” She stared longingly into those deep, dark eyes, pleading for the release her fevered body craved.

Katherine trembled as the pale sable-haired beauty bent over her and kissed her chastely upon the lips. Katherine’s mouth opened instinctively at the soft, light touch of those imperious red lips, but the other drew back enigmatically. She watched Katherine for a moment, lips pursed, considering. Her dark eyes gleamed unreadable behind heavy lashes, and Katherine almost thought she could discern the beginnings of a smile.

Then without a word the woman sank down between her spread thighs. She knelt there, motionless and impassive as Katherine trembled helplessly. Katherine writhed under the attention of the six wild girls, waiting for forbidden, intimate touches…which were coyly refused.

Though she longed for those sweet pleasures, she felt only a faint breath warm upon her quivering flesh. She struggled against the girlish lips and tongues which pleasured her so torturously yet would not let her hungry body attain the ultimate bliss they made her crave. “Please,” Katherine moaned, rolling her hips, attempting to push slick, hairy lips down toward a teasing mouth. “Please!”

Lightly, a fingertip slipped with tantalizing slowness across her pouting pink flesh, making her writhe. She tried to squirm against it, but the impudent digit was careful not to stimulate her too directly. Her nerves rang with unbearable erotic tension.

“Help me,” Katherine pleaded. “Please,” she panted, “please! Help me!”

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the slave mistress’s long-nailed fingers slowly spread her dewy pink petals, baring the very core of her sensuality. Yet they would do no more. Her nakedness felt cold under the woman’s soft, even breath.

“Make me come,” Katherine begged shamelessly. “Make me come! I’ll do anything, anything! Just let me come.” Driven nearly mad by the coy touches which covered her palpitating body, Katherine hung over a bottomless abyss of erotic agony. She waited until she thought she could wait no more, then waited longer still, longer than she would have dreamed possible. Helplessly, she imagined that death must be near.

Yet finally, finally, willing lips dropped softly into the moist, open flower of Katherine’s femininity. Katherine cried out, and her back arched spasmodically as that loving mouth sucked slyly at her salty, most private places. An indescribable joy welled up from deep within her, burning suddenly through every cell in her throbbing body. This was what she needed, she knew, exulting. Her very being vibrated with rapture. It was like nothing she had ever felt before.

Katherine climaxed explosively, soft lips and tongues relentless on her bare feet, her ears, her breasts, and her delighted clitoris. She wallowed freely in the rich, nectared waves of pleasure which flooded her body so intensely, sighed deliriously as the sweet syrupy spasms of her orgasm went on and on and on.

When Katherine finally opened her eyes, Marie and Celeste stood over her, looking down into her face. Marie brushed back a swath of glossy black hair, and Celeste smoothed out her old-fashioned maid’s attire quickly.

Katherine’s face burned. What could it mean? Had those shameless Frenchwomen been standing over her the whole while…watching her? How could they do that to her? After all the things those wickedly attentive chambermaids had—had made her want to do, surely this invasion of their mistress’s privacy was going too far. Despite what she reluctantly had to admit she had allowed to happen in the previous days, she felt terribly embarrassed.

Suddenly Katherine’s flushed face felt drained of blood. What if they… No, that could not be. It was impossible. She tried to keep her expression from reflecting the unnerving suspicion which had surfaced—unfounded, she was certain—from the shadowy depths of her subconscious.

Belatedly, she realized that soon it would be time for her bath…and she tried not to think about that, too.

“Good morning, Mademoiselle Katherine,” the pair chorused softly.

“Good morning,” Katherine murmured.

***

That day Katherine walked through the gardens in a daze. She was puzzled by her dream and uncertain of herself. Fearfully she wondered what it all meant. For the first time in her life, Katherine was unsure of her sexuality. Suddenly she scarcely knew who or what she was, and the realization was a troubling one.

As she wandered, unnoticing, between the dense rows of colorful, fragrant blooms, she tried to sort it all out. Unlike most of the people she had ever known, Katherine had long regarded her budding sexuality almost proudly, both as a sign of approaching adulthood and as a source of innocent enjoyment. With others Katherine had spoken very little of this, for it was clear that even her closest friends back in America were considerably more inhibited. Their thoughts on the matter were so channeled by convention and misunderstanding that they certainly would have been shocked by Katherine’s easygoing attitude.

Katherine had never been shamed or scolded for her natural curiosity. When she was just a little girl and had been caught touching herself, her mother simply told her that this was a thing which, if done, should be done in private. Her later questions on reproduction and sex had been answered in a similar matter-of-fact manner. Her parents, both teachers, were careful not only to impress upon her the great risks and responsibility of lovemaking, but also to acknowledge, when the partner was right, its great pleasures as well.

Little did her parents know how eagerly she was learning of those most private joys…though not in the hands of another. If perhaps they ever did wonder, they must have imagined that any such experimentation was only natural, and far preferable to other, more dangerous activities. It was enough that they knew their beautiful and sensual daughter had decided to remain safely chaste until the time was right.

Her parents’ trust had proved quite well founded, for she found little attraction in the casual, meaningless sex which had been so available on her college campus. Certainly she had had no lack of opportunity. Yet she had been too wary of heartbreak and pregnancy and disease. And when her own practiced fingertips could give such bliss, what need had she of strangers who cared only for the night?

Yet in Castle Rohmenstadt…everything was new and strange. Eroticism was everywhere, it seemed, from the beautifully sinful tapestries of the great dining hall—and, she had discovered, those of her bedroom—to the library’s collection of the most titillating pornography…to the habits of the servants themselves. The very atmosphere of the place reeked deliciously of sensuality and self-indulgence.

The things she saw here—and, she admitted reluctantly, the things she was experiencing—were different from anything she had thought of before outside of her most fleeting secret fantasies. The things that had happened already just in these few days… A month earlier, she would not have believed it possible.

Everything seemed possible here. And, really, it was all comparatively innocent. She had known girls in college who had done far worse things, far riskier things. Looking in a magazine, however, as Katherine often did now, was little different than daydreaming during a boring class or fantasizing about some dirty sex act when you woke in the middle of the night so horny that you could hardly keep your hands off yourself. Writhing naked before the great television screen in the chamber below the library was the same—more intense, perhaps, but no harm to anyone else.

And peeping through the bushes at a garden tryst…that was probably not too bad, was it? After all, just watching was harmless. Perhaps she had invaded the lovers’ privacy, but what could Inge and Vaclav expect when they paraded their sexuality in the open air of the mazelike gardens? These grounds did belong to Katherine, after all. And she had not really bothered or affected them in any way. So as long as nobody knew, there was really no problem.

Yet she had to admit that what had happened with her gorgeous, dark-eyed chambermaids was more than just watching. Katherine frowned, trying to understand it all. She had read that all girls feel that way some time or another, and intellectually she knew it was not really wrong. But her recent actions were still a source of shame and embarrassment.

Though she tried to tell herself that what she had done was only natural experimentation, it was hard to make herself believe that. Just a week before her pale virginal flesh had been untouched by another. Yet now, daily, her supple young body writhed under wanton caresses she found she could not deny.

Katherine was not attracted to other girls, she told herself. Not really. Men were the main focus of her erotic attention and always had been. She knew they always would be. Why, staring at Karl as he drove her home from the makeshift little airport had been torture. She had been unsatisfied for two of three days previously—the longest she had been since her sexuality began to blossom years ago—and his body was glorious. Still, even now, she craved to—to watch him…

As for Marie and Celeste…Katherine tried to believe that, in a way, her relationship with them was still a relatively innocent one. After all, it was only natural experimentation. In their sly, half-acknowledged caresses there was no fear of heartbreak, no possibility of pregnancy, vanishingly little risk of any kind of disease. They could make her feel so good, and there really were no drawbacks except for her own prudish inhibitions.

Those delectable Frenchwomen were her servants. Though they might be even a year or two older than Katherine herself—and more experienced as well—they always behaved most humbly toward their mistress. Their attitude demonstrated loving subservience, and somehow Katherine fancied that they were presenting themselves to do with as she would. She had never quite thought of it like that before, but now it made perfect sense. The idea of controlling another so ultimately, so intimately…was suddenly strangely and powerfully arousing.

While Katherine knew she never could ask another girl to—to do the things those shameless chambermaids had done…she could not deny the natural passion of her responses. If the sable-tressed beauties desired to help enrich Katherine’s sexuality by initiating their younger mistress into pleasures which they suspected she might care to sample, yet which they knew she dared not request…so be it.

Truly Katherine had to admire the selflessness of her dear, devoted chambermaids. Her heart beat with an almost-sisterly love.

Later that day as Katherine happened to walk past the servants’ quarters, she chanced to hear a noise. She stopped and held her breath. Soft and low, the noise seemed to emanate from Inge’s room.

Katherine looked quickly around, but no one else was in sight. Except for herself, the long hallway was deserted. Noiselessly she tiptoed to the cook’s door. She listened again. Yes, the sound, rhythmic and faint, came from here.

She looked around again. She was curious… She squatted slyly and put her eye to the old-fashioned keyhole.

Inge sprawled naked across her bed, moaning, while Vaclav knelt between her raised thighs and pounded his sweating body savagely into her. Katherine’s heart hammered beneath her breasts. She licked her lips and felt a warm loosening below her trembling belly.

Katherine’s eyes had beheld scenes like this many times now, but never like this. Almost daily she frequented the castle library, where she amused herself with the glossy magazines of her great-great uncle’s exquisite collection of printed erotica, or with the castle’s sole television set, the big-screen model which was not set up to receive broadcast signals but was instead stocked with tapes of the most sensual and explicit pornography.

Already those bright pictures had given her much pleasure…yet how much more exciting was the real thing! To see this happening right before her eyes was almost more than she could bear. She was so much closer to the lovers than she had been in the garden, and the closeness was most arousing. The sight of bodies in motion, the sound… She heard the moans and whimpers, the creaking of the bed, even the soft, slippery noise of their wet flesh. She could not help but continue looking.

Vaclav’s darkened organ shone with lubrication as it sank again and again into the slink pink lips of the moaning cook, stretching her. His taut testicles banged against Inge with each stroke, and the muscles of his buttocks rippled sensually. Grunting, the heavyset butler held on to her meaty white thighs as he possessed her desirable Nordic body.

Katherine let her fingers slip slowly up under her skirt. She had never imagined she would see it like this. She watched the man’s straining buttocks, watched his back, his powerful arms…while she drew her slim fingertips through musky wet flesh which opened eagerly at her touch. She pushed her digits between the spread portals at the entrance of her very femininity, scooping out glistening lubrication and laving her trembling clitoris daintily with the liquid evidence of her arousal. It felt so good.

She watched intently as Inge writhed beneath his thrusts. Inge’s hips ground against his pleasuring cock, sometimes rising up to meet his stroke. With her legs pulled back up about her chest, Inge’s naked crotch was exposed to Katherine’s view. Katherine could see everything. Inge’s labia were tight around the man’s rigid flesh, her blonde curls slippery. Katherine’s fingers stroked more insistently through her own salty pink flesh as she let her eyes feast on her servants’ frenzied coupling. Entranced, she watched the hood of the woman’s clitoris slide down and then up with each thrust and withdrawal.

Katherine watched as Inge fondled her own breasts, pulling and stretching the engorged nipples. Katherine shuddered at this, pushing two fingers right up into herself at the sight. She rubbed her open pussy down against the sweet penetrating digits, feeling her shameless lips stretch wide. Kneeling there in the hall, she rocked down onto familiar fingers which filled her, stretched her, and stroked her willing young womanhood mercilessly as she peered intently through the keyhole.

The slick warm flesh of Katherine’s throbbing center of pleasure twitched beneath her practiced fingertips, and she worked with care to prolong the heavenly moment. Yet she began to climax as she watched the wanton cook manipulate her heaving breasts up to her fleshed, joyous face so that she might suck her own thick nipples. Katherine had not thought she would have the chance to see that again. The sight was naughty—and beautiful.

She had to clench her teeth to keep herself from moaning as she watched Inge’s full lips work roughly at the pink-brown buds of her great breasts. The woman’s even white teeth nipped deliciously at the swollen nodules of erectile tissue, and a shining swath of golden hair fell across her eyes as she sucked her own flesh between her flushed concave cheeks.

Katherine sighed a she came, eyes roaming the straining bodies which writhed ecstatically just on the other side of the keyhole. A sweet-nectared delight pulsed in her belly, spreading, filling her. Her limbs felt aglow with a tender bliss.

Katherine stroked herself lovingly—and watched Vaclav pump his spurting seed into the slippery depths of Inge’s body, watched the semen run down her sticky labia and wet her full buttocks. Katherine relished the sight of the woman’s hungry mouth moving delightedly from one wet, throbbing nipple to the other. The wonderfully dirty acts burned themselves into Katherine’s retina.

Panting, Katherine rubbed her thumb once more across the spasming pink of her tortured pussy. The slick flesh felt warm and firm, throbbing as the rich waves of her own orgasm ebbed slowly, slowly. She pulled her fingers out of her warm, secret places and wiped them on her sweaty thigh. Her heart palpitated beneath her stiff-nippled young breasts.

Licking her lips, she rose quickly and smoothed down her skirt. Then she walked away quietly.