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Isabella Awakening Ch. 09 free porn video
Isabella waits for Thomas’s return and spends her days and evenings learning more about The Daughters of Keira and The Sanctuary.
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The women sat chatting and swapping stories as they ate and drank Maria’s sumptuous feast. The boys ate with them, quietly, but sometimes laughing amongst themselves or venturing a comment to the women in Arabic. Jax rose from the group of women and spoke with the boys at some length, causing them to giggle and argue good-naturedly with each other. She took the eunuch Gemil by the hand and he rose. They walked back to the women and Jax whispered something to Gabrielle, who nodded and smiled to Isabella.
‘Come now, my lovely Isabella, it is time for us to prepare you for your stage debut,’ said Jax, holding out a hand to Isabella. Jax, Isabella and Gemil left the others to their coffee and cakes and mounted the stairs to the upper floor. ‘About fifteen minutes,’ said Jax over her shoulder as they left. ‘The boys will set up the scene for us.’
Once upstairs, Jax suddenly became excited. Her sarcastic and sometimes severe demeanor dropped away and she giggled and fussed like a teenager. Isabella was greatly amused by the change that had come over her and she sat on the bed in Jax’s apartment watching her give Gemil his instructions for the role he was to play. She handed him a suit coat and spectacles and had him sit in front of a mirror while she brushed his smooth upper lip with a paste she applied with a small brush from a china jar. She then pulled a patch of black fur from a drawer and teased a small handful of fine hairs from it, placing then neatly along Gemil’s upper lip. ‘It wouldn’t pass for a real disguise, but its good enough for the theater,’ she said to Isabella. Gemil turned to her and beamed. He had a thick black mustache and was clearly enjoying both the effect and Jax’s attention.
It was Isabella’s turn next. Jax worked quickly. She had Isabella take Gemil’s place by the mirror and as she powdered Isabella’s face and rouged her cheeks and lips, she gave her instructions for the role she was to play. Alicia was the twenty-year old daughter of the new British envoy in Tunis, a Sir William Smythe, played by Gemil. Alicia was a virgin, quite pretty, somewhat plump, very naive for her age and a bit silly and romantic. Jax referred to her love of French romantic novels. She swooned around men, especially handsome men and believed everything she was told. Her mother was ill and had remained behind in England when her father had taken his posting to Tunis. Jax continued with her specifications for role and, once finished with Isabella’s face, produced a blond wig, all ringlets, ribbons and curls, which made them both laugh. She curled Isabella’s own hair into a bun and fitted her with the wig. Isabella saw herself in the mirror and giggled. She recognized the type immediately, a typical upper class, birdy, silly English girl, so common these days as tourists in Naples. Jax then had Isabella remove her robe. Jax traced her hands over Isabella’s hips and tummy and cradled her breasts. She moaned quietly, but shook her head and continued the dressing. She scurried to her dressing room and returned with a pair of large drawers, the kind the English called ‘bloomers’ and a frilly floral printed dress with a low neckline. Isabella slipped into the huge drawers, laughing, and carefully pulled the dress over her head.
Isabella understood her role to involve her seduction by a handsome Italian academic her father had brought home several times since they had arrived in Tunis. The academic was to be played by Jax herself.
Jax told Isabella and Gemil to wait while she dashed to the dressing room. She was only gone a few minutes before returning in a man’s black suit over a white ruffled shirt. She sat at the mirror and slicked her hair to one side and gave herself a thin mustache.
‘How do I look?’ She asked.
‘Oh, very handsome!’ said Isabella. Then fluttering her lashes and adopting a plumy accent, she said, ‘I’m sure I shall be unable to resist your advances Signor Jax.’
They laughed and Jax replied ‘But on this occasion my dear, I am professor Jacqemo Pressardi, lecturer in ancient Persian history at the University of Padua.’ Jax’s voice had dropped an octave lower and her accent was perfect for that northern Italian town. Isabella reflected on her certain prowess in the field of espionage and was looking forward to this particular story unfolding.
The three actors made their way down the stairs. Gabrielle acknowledged them with an ‘At last, they arrive!’ but everyone laughed and whistled when they saw the costumes. The area in front of the couches had been rearranged. A long leather settee now stood where the ensemble had played earlier and the lanterns had been placed so that the audience was in darkness and only the settee, and a low table in front of it, was illuminated. The audience, including the other eunuchs took their places on the couches. Ribald comments and suggestions were passing freely.
Jax had Isabella and Gemil stand in the darkened wings while she took center stage. The audience finally fell silent under her steely gaze. The show began. Jax bowed and introduced herself formally as an agent of the Daughters of Keira on a secret mission to Tunis to discover information about certain transactions between the King of France and the local Bey. She also hoped to cultivate new sources of regular intelligence. Adopting the guise of an aristocratic academic from Italy, a certain Jacqemo Pressardi, a persona she had previously established on earlier visits to the capital, she had infiltrated polite society and her attention had been drawn to the new Ambassador from London, Sir William Smythe. At this point, Jax gestured to Gemil and he walked into the light and bowed, to the applause and catcalls of the audience. One of the boys had an attack of giggles and had to be calmed by Kahlia before the show could proceed. Gemil stepped back into the dark and Jax went on with the story.
The Englishman had recently arrived in Tunis with his only daughter, the beautiful Amelia, a debutante and maiden of refined sensibilities. Jax held out an arm and was joined on stage by Isabella, curtseying and bobbing like a young Englishwoman. More applause and whistles, and a few quite licentious remarks from Gabrielle, greeted her appearance.
Isabella took her place on the settee, sitting demurely with hands clasped on her knees. Jax explained that she, as Jacqemo, had paid an unannounced call on the Ambassador’s home only to find, as she had in fact planned, that Amelia was at home alone, her father having left only minutes before for a meeting with the Bey of Tunis. Jacquemo had charmed his way into the house and had quickly moved Amelia to the formal sitting room, the scene of the crime to come.
Isabella had watched Jax carefully. She was prancing as she spoke and Isabella noticed an occasional movement in her trousers. On closer inspection, Isabella could have sworn the she had a half-hard erection sitting against her thigh.
Jax took her place beside Isabella on the settee and switched her voice to that of the university professor. Jax had told Isabella the basic plot and had encouraged her to ad lib her lines. Isabella took the initiative.
‘Oh, Signor Pressardi, I am so pleased to see you again,’ she sighed with a girlish giggle, ‘but it is not proper for a man to visit a young woman without her father or a chaperone being present.’
‘But Alicia, my dear, we already know each other so well, and I am afraid, that as a man, all I have thought for the past week is to be alone with you. I find you most … beautiful, my dear.’ Said Jax, admittedly overplaying the role of the lothario for the benefit of the audience. ‘Do you find me so unattractive?’ he frowned, winking at the audience.
‘Oh Jacquemo, no, no, no!’ swooned Isabella, her clasped hands now to her heart. ‘Please do not think that! I too have thought only of you
this past week. I believe that I may be… falling in love!’ The audience laughed at her ingénue.
Jax fell to one knee before her, ‘Oh Alicia, my lovely, say it is so! I dream of your kiss, you sweet hands, your … breasts!’
Isabella feigned surprise, covering her mouth, her eyes wide, ‘Jacquemo! How can you say such things! I share your passion, but we must not behave like… like… foreigners!’ That line induced whoops and gales of laughter from the assembled women. Even Jax had difficulty with her next line.
‘But my dear, you see, I am a man and you, my sweet dear Alicia, are a beautiful woman in her prime. How could I not crave you completely, with all my heart, with my soul…and with my body?’ With that, Jax half turned to the audience and stroked the hard rod in her trousers. Cries of ‘lecher!’ and ‘boo!’ greeted her and she gave a wicked smile and twirled her mustache. Isabella had to restrain her own laughter to continue.
‘Oh, my poor Jacquemo!’ she cried, ‘Are you in pain? I have heard said that a passionate man feels physical pain if he cannot … fulfill his desire.’
Jax raised a hand to the side of his mouth and spoke desoto voice to the audience ‘Now I wonder who put that idea in her pretty empty head?’
‘Indeed I am truly in great discomfort, my dear. But I would endure anything for you love. You are my ideal, my goddess and what is a little agony compared to the purity your love?’
‘Oh, my love, come to me!’ Isabella threw open her arms and Jax rose and almost fell into her opulent bosom. They kissed in violent clumsy passion and Isabella could feel Jax’s hands fumbling wildly with her skirts. ‘Oh! Oh! Oh!’ she cried. Finally Jax’s hands found flesh and she pushed Isabella’s thighs wide apart before suddenly freezing.
With Isabella half lying back on the settee and her knees up and splayed, Jax turned to the audience and in her normal voice said, ‘Now, to the casual observer it would appear that Professor Pressardi had all but reached his warm, moist goal. But he was soon to be confronted with an obstacle even greater than the Alicia’s virginity. I speak, of course of the dreaded… English underwear!’ She turned back to Isabella and lifted her knees even higher, exposing her legs and the great white drawers shielding and enfolding her thighs and abdomen. The audience was delighted and hooted its approval.
Jax dived under Isabella’s skirts and thrashed wildly, rising to take a breath before returning to the dark folds. She emerged again shaking her head and looked around for something. Taking a lantern from the floor nearby and nodding to the audience, she lifted the skirts again and peered inside holding the lantern to shed its light on the offending drawers. Still shaking her head, she rose again, leaving Isabella prone and heaving on the settee. Jax paced and scratched her chin. After a circuit of the little stage she raised a finger and smiled. Reaching into her suit coat pocket she pulled out a little folding knife and, prizing it open, re-entered the cave of Isabella’s skirts. A few tugs and cuts later, Jax emerged victorious, waving the enormous, but now shredded, garment over her head to the cheers and applause of the audience.
She dived dramatically back onto the settee and her hands this time found Isabella’s waiting pussy, genuinely wet. They kissed and thrashed about and Jax stroked her thighs and pussy with one hand while using the other to expose and fondle Isabella’s breasts by pulling down the top of her dress. She then knelt between Isabella’s legs and pushed the dress up completely. As she started to unbuckle her trousers, she turned once more, as Jax the narrator, to the audience.
‘At this point, of course, Jacquemo is about to consummate the seduction of the young Amelia. Now, as Jax, I do not have the required male equipment. I therefore had to innovate. Thankfully a leatherworker in the city was prepared, for a small reward, ‘Jax smiled and winked, ‘to fashion for me an item to serve the purpose.’ She dropped her trousers, unbuttoned a strap on her thigh, and a perfectly formed hard cock sprang up. The audience gasped. Isabella craned her head to see and was surprised, not so much by the dildo itself, but by its veiny authenticity and the ingenious system of narrow buckled straps holding it perfectly in place, rising from Jax’s groin. A voice in the audience, Aralia’s thought Isabella, called ‘very nice length but a little thin, I think, Jax’.
‘Designed specifically for the deflowering of a virgin’, smiled Jax. ‘I had another made for grown-up fun.’ The audience laughed and Jax gave Isabella wicked wink. ‘Of course, I gave darling Alicia no chance to examine the weapon closely before I did this,’ she lowered herself onto Isabella and used a hand to open her the lips of her cunt and glide the head of the dildo into her hole. Isabella responded with little squeal, as she imagined an English virgin might on first penetration. Jax was gentle and worked the cock gradually into her. Isabella was beginning to respond by instinct and had to stop herself from greeting Jax’s thrusts with a more aggressive response of her own. Jax whispered sweet encouragements as she reached full penetration, stroking Isabella’s face and breasts and kissing her on the lips. She turned again to speak to the assembly.
‘Of course, Alicia was a virgin and, as a cultured gentleman, I was careful to take her slowly and very gently at this point. Isabella, I believe, is not a virgin however, and is lying here impaled on my cock and simply dying to be fucked hard. Is that not right my love?’ Isabella meowed and thrust her ass into Jax. ‘Isabella is also much wetter at this stage than was Alicia, so please understand, dear sisters, that what I am about to do took much longer to achieve with the darling, delicate English girl.’
Gabrielle called ‘Just fuck her Jax! You are torturing the poor girl!’ The others laughed and urged her on.
Jax began to grind the leather cock into Isabella. She increased the pace and Isabella responded, raising her knees and using her ankles to pull Jax into her with greater power. Jax was clearly enjoying the experience and becoming equally aroused. Isabella imagined the view for the audience, the cock gliding quickly, now in, and then out, of her cunt. Jax started to raise her ass higher and pound down on her harder and harder and Isabella was grunting and loosing control. Her hands sought Jax’s hips and grasped her there, pulling her in as far as she could as she shouted her impending release. It came quickly and with such power, Isabella could not control her legs, feeling the shuddering in her cunt spread out and shaking her legs wildly in the air. She gave a long exhalation, groaning an ‘Oh!’ as she continued to come with the leather cock still sliding in and out of her saturated hole. Jax herself was also shaking and Isabella knew that she was desperately trying to clench and hold on to her own release.
Isabella let her legs relax and Jax turned to the audience, panting. ‘That, ladies and boys, was what we professionals call an orgasm…’ The women clapped. ‘A delightful orgasm. And, let me say that Alicia’s was also as fine and intense a release as I have ever witnessed in a virgin. I do not wish to boast, but in reality, she could not have had a better first lover.’
Isabella had recovered sufficiently to make her own comment. Still lying under Jax, she turned her head to the audience and said, ‘It is true! He was a wonderful lover. So gentle, so manly, it was everything I had ever dreamed of! I shall love him till the day I die!’
Jax smiled and continued. ‘I was intending to lick her at this point and then take her again, from behind, but fate intervened. I heard a key in the lock of the front door. Her father was home!’
Isabella’s eyes widened and she panicked ‘Oh, oh, Jacquemo! My father! We must… Please, help me! He must not find us like this!’
Jax leapt up, turning her back briefly to Isabella while she quickly p
ulled up her trousers and stowed Jacquemo’s leather cock. She then helped Isabella to her feet and assisted her to tuck her breasts back into the bodice of her dress. Isabella smoothed her skirts and her hair and Jax dived to retrieve her bloomers from the floor, tucking them under the cushion of the settee just as Gemil, as Ambassador Smythe, made his entrance.
Gemil was little unsure of his role and was guided by Jax, whispering in his ear. He made some noises and Jax took the lead.
‘Ah, my friend Sir William! How good to see you. I feared I had missed you and Alicia here was kind enough to … entertain me,’ she winked to the audience, ‘until you came home. I do hope your meeting with the Bey went well?’
Gemil nodded and smiled. Isabella, eyes averted from her father, took her leave, throwing a furtive smile to Jacquemo over her shoulder as she exited the stage. The audience gave her a round of applause and catcalls as she left. She took a position on the end of couch, next to Gabrielle, who put a congratulatory hand on her thigh and smiled at her.
Jax continued. ‘Now, my gentle friends, I had surmised certain aspects of the Ambassador’s character at our previous meetings and determined that, while he may indeed have fathered the lovely Alicia — although we cannot be entirely sure of even that –his carnal interests lay elsewhere, shall we say. I had him categorized as a definite sodomite and, probably, a pederast. It was this, rather then his daughter’s breathless need to loose her virginity, which I had originally planned to exploit as a lever for gaining access to information on the Bey’s intentions with regard to French access to naval supplies in Tunis.
‘It was perhaps fortuitous that, in the rush to preserve Alicia’s dignity and reputation, I had not had the opportunity to properly secure my leather friend to my thigh.’ Jax thrust her hips towards the audience and the erect phallus, lying at a sideways angle, was obviously straining against the material of her trousers. ‘After exchanging pleasantries with the Ambassador, he too noticed my condition.’ Jax drew Gemil closer to him and placed one of his pudgy hands over the bulge in her trousers. Gemil giggled. The boys in the audience called to him in Arabic and he blushed.
‘Now the Ambassador was no shrinking violet, and he made his interest known to me in direct and certain terms. What was I to do?’
‘Fuck him!’ came the response from Aralia, and the audience hooted its agreement.
‘Indeed,’ said Jax, ‘I shall make intelligence agents of you all yet! But a little subtlety was called for, at this point. I moved him to the couch — the very scene of his daughter’s recent deflowering — and had him sit.’ Jax maneuvered Gemil to the couch, loosened the tie of his trousers and sat him down. Jax knelt in front of him, opened the fly flap of his pants and nestled her head into his lap. The boys were laughing almost uncontrollably at Gemil’s startled expression.
Jax simulated fellatio on the eunuch. Rising momentarily, she turned and commented, ‘small, but beautifully formed,’ and resumed her task. A moment later, she rose and motioned Gemil to turn around and kneel on the settee. She maneuvered his huge, naked bottom so that the audience had a three-quarter view. Dropping her trousers once more, she commented, ‘The phallus was still slick from Alicia’s juices, but I applied some saliva to his ass hole,’ she spat on her hand and lubricated Gemil’s quivering anus, ‘and slid it into him.’ She did just that, to Gemil’s moans and the tittering of the eunuch section of the audience.
Jax fucked him like that for a few minutes, making elaborate twists of her hips and finally taking the rolls of flesh around his waist in her hands and thrusting hard and fast. Gemil’s moans and sighs told the audience he was enjoying his role as the sodomized Ambassador. The audience started a chant of ‘Fuck him hard, Fuck him hard,’ and Jax complied. Her own face betrayed her pleasure, and Isabella assumed that the unseen end of the leather phallus was somewhere inside Jax’s own cunt, or at least rubbing her clit with each stroke.
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