Erebus
04-27-2005, 5:40 AM
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MAID IN HEAVEN
© Dark Rider 1999
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PART THREE
Donald Bridge pushed against his restraints. He looked up at Edward and there were tears in his eyes.
‘You can’t let ‘em do this to me! I’m begging you, sir! You can’t let ‘em sit on my face! It ain’t natural!’
‘It’s better than the hangman’s rope!’ countered Edward angrily. ‘And that is what awaits you, sir! There is no escape whichever way you choose!’
‘But this is not the way I choose!’ insisted Donald. ‘You must let me take my chances with the court!’
Edward’s eyes blazed. ‘I am your court, sir. And your judge, also.’
The door to the drawing room opened and the girls came in. Their hair was down, their feet were bare and they wore long white dressing gowns that fell to just above their ankles.
‘And these ladies,’ added Edward with a dramatic flourish, ‘these ladies are your executioners!’
The three girls padded to a halt. They stood in a straight line as if awaiting Edward’s orders. He looked them up and down and felt his penis harden. My God, he wanted all three of them there and then! He swallowed hard and dragged his mind back to the matter in hand. If only he knew what to do next.
‘Would you like to inspect our bodies, sir?’ asked Emmy, taking charge as always.
Edward nodded, happy to go along with whatever she suggested.
One by one the girls reached down, bunched up the hemlines of their gowns and pulled them high, exposing an exquisite wealth of pliant flesh.
Ruby was a tall, well-built girl, with generous hips and long black hair. Her pubes were thick and curly, and hid her cunt from view. Her thighs were fat but firm, her calves neat and tapered. The nipples of her large, rounded breasts were taut and long, like fleshy spikes. Emmy, he knew well enough, with her heavy boobs and plum-shaped arse. Anna stood to Emmy’s left. She was shorter than the others, with tight chestnut pubes and a swollen cunt that was already dripping honey onto her thick, muscular thighs. Her breasts were small, like two small apples perched above a tiny waist.
Edward passed around behind the girls. He fell to his knees at Anna’s rear and kissed her lightly on the bottom. He nuzzled at her sticky crack and sniffed the rich aroma of her cunt and arse. It was divine. He moved on to Emmy and then to Ruby, licking each of their buttocks in turn before proceeding to inspect a trio of open cunts. He peeled back the hood from each tiny clitoris and nibbled gently, rubbing his nose into the crevice of their slits.
When he stood up, it was with some difficulty, for his penis was now fully erect and twisted in his pants. His heart thumped with anticipation as the girls dropped their gowns and covered their bodies again.
Donald Bridge shook in his chair and swore loudly.
‘He should be gagged, sir,’ said Emmy, reaching into the pocket of her gown and drawing out a swathe of dull white cloth. ‘So that he don’t cry out too much. You can use my drawers, sir. I don’t need ‘em any more.’
‘An excellent suggestion,’ agreed Edward, taking the knickers, and moving to behind their victim. The crumpled material felt damp and sticky in his hand. The smell of Emmy’s body clung to the gusset of her pants: an intimate mélange of juice and sweat; of arse and pee.
‘No!’ he screamed, then ‘No!’ again, before all further cries were stifled by a mouthful of cotton. Edward fixed a knot behind the man’s neck, then stepped back in front of him.
Emmy’s hands was trembling with excitement. ‘Will you pass the sentence of the court, sir?’
Edward’s lips and mouth were dry. He found it hard to speak. For one awful moment he wanted something he should not have wanted. He wanted to change places with Donald Bridge. He wanted it to be him who was to be held down and smothered by these three little vixens. He shut his mind to the image, swallowed hard and assumed his most magisterial tone of voice.
‘Donald Alfred Bridge,’ he began. ‘You are guilty of several crimes, the details of which we do not need to go into further.’
The young man grunted into his gag and shuddered fiercely.
‘There can only be one punishment for your sins, and that is death.’
He grunted again, more furiously than ever. The chair tottered sideways and a vein began to throb over his right eye.
‘It is the sentence of this court that you be taken from this place to a place of execution.’
Emmy grinned. ‘My bedroom, sir. We can do it in my bedroom.’
Edward frowned. ‘I’ll thank you not to interrupt the court, Emmy.’
She bowed demurely. ‘Beggin’ your pardon, my Lord,’ she grinned.
‘You will be taken to Emmy’s bedroom.’
The prisoner grunted savagely. His shoulders rose and fell and his chest heaved.
‘There you will be held down and allowed to struggle…’ Edward was improvising, of course, making it up as he went along. He was saying what he wanted to hear. What he would have wanted to hear if it had been he, not Donald Bridge, who was to be smothered by these women.
Even muffled by Emmy’s pants, the condemned man’s screams filled the drawing room. Thank heavens they had gagged him when they had, reflected Edward. He drew breath for a moment and went on.
‘ … while Emmy mounts you as naked as a new-born babe…’
Another manic grunt.
‘… places her bottom on your face …’
‘Mmmmmmph!’
‘… and carries out the sentence of this court …’
‘Mmmmph! Mmmmmph!’
‘And may God have mercy on your soul. Take the prisoner away.’
Emmy reached into her pocket and produced a big black hood.
Edward looked startled. ‘Where on earth did you get that from?’ he asked.
Emmy smiled. ‘Never you mind, sir,’ she answered softly. ‘I just knew one day it would come in handy.’
*****
It took them ten minutes to drag their prisoner downstairs. After they had hooded him, they tied more rope around his arms and legs before releasing him from the chair. He struggled manfully, but with four of them to hold him down, there was little he could do. At last they reached the lower floor and Emmy’s quarters.
Emmy’s bed had been moved into the middle of the room. They threw the prisoner onto his back. Ruby sat on his chest, pinning him flat with her broad hips. Emmy took hold of his feet, which were kicking furiously, and did her best to hold him steady.
‘Ruby will go first,’ said Emmy. ‘Master Edward, sir, will you keep his head still? Until Ruby has sat herself on his face. He’s bound to struggle, even with three of us holding him down.’
‘What about the hood?’ asked Edward. ‘Should we not remove it so that he can see her nakedness as she descends?’
Emmy shook her head. ‘Not yet,’ she answered darkly. ‘He’d have to wear it if this was his hangin’. Let him suffer in the dark. The hood ain’t very thick. He’ll feel Ruby soon enough and smell what’s on his face.’
Donald must have caught the conversation, for he raised his head at once and shook violently.
Ruby came round to the front and swung one short leg across his neck, her back towards Edward. She lifted her gown over her head and threw it to one side. Edward stared at the girl’s bare arse, the rich folds of her pussy oozing down between her thighs. He felt his balls tremble in their sacs and wondered how much more of this he could take.
The young girl settled herself over Donald’s face, and giggled as the rough cotton of the hood tickled her backside.
‘Do it!’ ordered Emmy and Ruby immediately dropped her full weight onto the man’s head. Edward stepped back, his stomach churning with excitement. Ruby’s arse wobbled like two fat blancmanges. Her white flesh oozed around the black ball of Donald’s head. A muted roar broke from between her cheeks. Edward crossed to one side and viewed proceedings from another angle.
Donald’s body shuddered dreadfully. It was clear that despite the ropes that laced his body, the girls were struggling to hold him down.
‘He fights us, sir!’ squealed Emmy. ‘He fights us like a madman!’
‘How far will Ruby take him?’ asked Edward excitedly.
‘As far as she dares!’ replied Emmy. ‘Do not worry, Master Edward. We know what we’re doing!’
Then Emmy said something that took him utterly by surprise.
‘Why don’t you fuck her, sir? Fuck Ruby while she rides him!’
Edward’s stomach tightened. He returned to his original position and gazed at Ruby’s arse. She was rocking rhythmically across Donald’s face. Each time she slid backwards her cunt opened like a flower. The thick bulge of her flesh was shiny with her honey, the hood smeared with her juices.
He pulled down his pants and freed his lust-hardened cock. Stepping forward he presented the glans to Ruby’s arse, waiting for the moment when she would be within his reach. The moment arrived. He stabbed forward and entered her smoothly. Bringing his arms up, he steadied himself on her hips, then drove forward, burying himself up to the hilt.
He grunted savagely, his screams merging with those of the man Ruby was riding. His balls bulged and trembled, sending quivers of delight deep into his groin. Suddenly he was coming, spurting into the girl as she came to a halt and wriggled furiously over Donald’s face. She threw back her head and screamed her release into the ceiling as Edward stepped back and his cock emerged, still ramrod-hard and slick with her spendings.
MAID IN HEAVEN
© Dark Rider 1999
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PART THREE
Donald Bridge pushed against his restraints. He looked up at Edward and there were tears in his eyes.
‘You can’t let ‘em do this to me! I’m begging you, sir! You can’t let ‘em sit on my face! It ain’t natural!’
‘It’s better than the hangman’s rope!’ countered Edward angrily. ‘And that is what awaits you, sir! There is no escape whichever way you choose!’
‘But this is not the way I choose!’ insisted Donald. ‘You must let me take my chances with the court!’
Edward’s eyes blazed. ‘I am your court, sir. And your judge, also.’
The door to the drawing room opened and the girls came in. Their hair was down, their feet were bare and they wore long white dressing gowns that fell to just above their ankles.
‘And these ladies,’ added Edward with a dramatic flourish, ‘these ladies are your executioners!’
The three girls padded to a halt. They stood in a straight line as if awaiting Edward’s orders. He looked them up and down and felt his penis harden. My God, he wanted all three of them there and then! He swallowed hard and dragged his mind back to the matter in hand. If only he knew what to do next.
‘Would you like to inspect our bodies, sir?’ asked Emmy, taking charge as always.
Edward nodded, happy to go along with whatever she suggested.
One by one the girls reached down, bunched up the hemlines of their gowns and pulled them high, exposing an exquisite wealth of pliant flesh.
Ruby was a tall, well-built girl, with generous hips and long black hair. Her pubes were thick and curly, and hid her cunt from view. Her thighs were fat but firm, her calves neat and tapered. The nipples of her large, rounded breasts were taut and long, like fleshy spikes. Emmy, he knew well enough, with her heavy boobs and plum-shaped arse. Anna stood to Emmy’s left. She was shorter than the others, with tight chestnut pubes and a swollen cunt that was already dripping honey onto her thick, muscular thighs. Her breasts were small, like two small apples perched above a tiny waist.
Edward passed around behind the girls. He fell to his knees at Anna’s rear and kissed her lightly on the bottom. He nuzzled at her sticky crack and sniffed the rich aroma of her cunt and arse. It was divine. He moved on to Emmy and then to Ruby, licking each of their buttocks in turn before proceeding to inspect a trio of open cunts. He peeled back the hood from each tiny clitoris and nibbled gently, rubbing his nose into the crevice of their slits.
When he stood up, it was with some difficulty, for his penis was now fully erect and twisted in his pants. His heart thumped with anticipation as the girls dropped their gowns and covered their bodies again.
Donald Bridge shook in his chair and swore loudly.
‘He should be gagged, sir,’ said Emmy, reaching into the pocket of her gown and drawing out a swathe of dull white cloth. ‘So that he don’t cry out too much. You can use my drawers, sir. I don’t need ‘em any more.’
‘An excellent suggestion,’ agreed Edward, taking the knickers, and moving to behind their victim. The crumpled material felt damp and sticky in his hand. The smell of Emmy’s body clung to the gusset of her pants: an intimate mélange of juice and sweat; of arse and pee.
‘No!’ he screamed, then ‘No!’ again, before all further cries were stifled by a mouthful of cotton. Edward fixed a knot behind the man’s neck, then stepped back in front of him.
Emmy’s hands was trembling with excitement. ‘Will you pass the sentence of the court, sir?’
Edward’s lips and mouth were dry. He found it hard to speak. For one awful moment he wanted something he should not have wanted. He wanted to change places with Donald Bridge. He wanted it to be him who was to be held down and smothered by these three little vixens. He shut his mind to the image, swallowed hard and assumed his most magisterial tone of voice.
‘Donald Alfred Bridge,’ he began. ‘You are guilty of several crimes, the details of which we do not need to go into further.’
The young man grunted into his gag and shuddered fiercely.
‘There can only be one punishment for your sins, and that is death.’
He grunted again, more furiously than ever. The chair tottered sideways and a vein began to throb over his right eye.
‘It is the sentence of this court that you be taken from this place to a place of execution.’
Emmy grinned. ‘My bedroom, sir. We can do it in my bedroom.’
Edward frowned. ‘I’ll thank you not to interrupt the court, Emmy.’
She bowed demurely. ‘Beggin’ your pardon, my Lord,’ she grinned.
‘You will be taken to Emmy’s bedroom.’
The prisoner grunted savagely. His shoulders rose and fell and his chest heaved.
‘There you will be held down and allowed to struggle…’ Edward was improvising, of course, making it up as he went along. He was saying what he wanted to hear. What he would have wanted to hear if it had been he, not Donald Bridge, who was to be smothered by these women.
Even muffled by Emmy’s pants, the condemned man’s screams filled the drawing room. Thank heavens they had gagged him when they had, reflected Edward. He drew breath for a moment and went on.
‘ … while Emmy mounts you as naked as a new-born babe…’
Another manic grunt.
‘… places her bottom on your face …’
‘Mmmmmmph!’
‘… and carries out the sentence of this court …’
‘Mmmmph! Mmmmmph!’
‘And may God have mercy on your soul. Take the prisoner away.’
Emmy reached into her pocket and produced a big black hood.
Edward looked startled. ‘Where on earth did you get that from?’ he asked.
Emmy smiled. ‘Never you mind, sir,’ she answered softly. ‘I just knew one day it would come in handy.’
*****
It took them ten minutes to drag their prisoner downstairs. After they had hooded him, they tied more rope around his arms and legs before releasing him from the chair. He struggled manfully, but with four of them to hold him down, there was little he could do. At last they reached the lower floor and Emmy’s quarters.
Emmy’s bed had been moved into the middle of the room. They threw the prisoner onto his back. Ruby sat on his chest, pinning him flat with her broad hips. Emmy took hold of his feet, which were kicking furiously, and did her best to hold him steady.
‘Ruby will go first,’ said Emmy. ‘Master Edward, sir, will you keep his head still? Until Ruby has sat herself on his face. He’s bound to struggle, even with three of us holding him down.’
‘What about the hood?’ asked Edward. ‘Should we not remove it so that he can see her nakedness as she descends?’
Emmy shook her head. ‘Not yet,’ she answered darkly. ‘He’d have to wear it if this was his hangin’. Let him suffer in the dark. The hood ain’t very thick. He’ll feel Ruby soon enough and smell what’s on his face.’
Donald must have caught the conversation, for he raised his head at once and shook violently.
Ruby came round to the front and swung one short leg across his neck, her back towards Edward. She lifted her gown over her head and threw it to one side. Edward stared at the girl’s bare arse, the rich folds of her pussy oozing down between her thighs. He felt his balls tremble in their sacs and wondered how much more of this he could take.
The young girl settled herself over Donald’s face, and giggled as the rough cotton of the hood tickled her backside.
‘Do it!’ ordered Emmy and Ruby immediately dropped her full weight onto the man’s head. Edward stepped back, his stomach churning with excitement. Ruby’s arse wobbled like two fat blancmanges. Her white flesh oozed around the black ball of Donald’s head. A muted roar broke from between her cheeks. Edward crossed to one side and viewed proceedings from another angle.
Donald’s body shuddered dreadfully. It was clear that despite the ropes that laced his body, the girls were struggling to hold him down.
‘He fights us, sir!’ squealed Emmy. ‘He fights us like a madman!’
‘How far will Ruby take him?’ asked Edward excitedly.
‘As far as she dares!’ replied Emmy. ‘Do not worry, Master Edward. We know what we’re doing!’
Then Emmy said something that took him utterly by surprise.
‘Why don’t you fuck her, sir? Fuck Ruby while she rides him!’
Edward’s stomach tightened. He returned to his original position and gazed at Ruby’s arse. She was rocking rhythmically across Donald’s face. Each time she slid backwards her cunt opened like a flower. The thick bulge of her flesh was shiny with her honey, the hood smeared with her juices.
He pulled down his pants and freed his lust-hardened cock. Stepping forward he presented the glans to Ruby’s arse, waiting for the moment when she would be within his reach. The moment arrived. He stabbed forward and entered her smoothly. Bringing his arms up, he steadied himself on her hips, then drove forward, burying himself up to the hilt.
He grunted savagely, his screams merging with those of the man Ruby was riding. His balls bulged and trembled, sending quivers of delight deep into his groin. Suddenly he was coming, spurting into the girl as she came to a halt and wriggled furiously over Donald’s face. She threw back her head and screamed her release into the ceiling as Edward stepped back and his cock emerged, still ramrod-hard and slick with her spendings.