Escape From Black Bear MountainChapter 5
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Fiona stood up and carefully eased her thin white panties over her striped rump. Mad Magda, whip in hand, grinned at her, happy with a job well done...
"Get back to your duties, whore. But first apologize to the guest you insulted," she said.
Fiona glared at the madam but said nothing as she stepped down from the low stage and made her way to where her husband sat. He was tense and white-faced, perched between Adolf Thiler, at the head of the table, and Zelda, Hack's dominating mistress.
"I... I'm sorry, Sir," she said. That you are a treacherous gutless bastard, she thought. Hack swallowed and nodded acceptance. Juliette watched her mother's humiliation with growing anger.
The trio of naked musicians reassembled and began a wavering out-of-tune classical piece. The flautist found it difficult to play with a dry mouth. They looked scared after the brief flurry of violence. The guards, on the sides of the stage regarded them lasciviously. One fingered the bulge in his codpiece suggestively. Fiona guessed they were to be part of the sexual "entertainment" planned for later and wondered if the musicians knew.
Fiona recovered her decanter and continued to pour sherry. First she served Zelda who took the opportunity to spitefully claw the sex-slave's tender rump.
"He's mine, now," Zelda hissed.
The Beast Master whispered he'd been looking forward to a session with the famous Kaiser women and he was going to give Fiona the fucking of her life-time before the night was out. He ripped the thin fabric of her knickers in order to explore her tender twat with one of his massive calloused paws.
Magda merely smiled and nodded and placed her electronic prod on her side plate next to the riding crop she had just used.
Fish followed soup. Fiona and Juliette served Riesling. The dinner guests grew bolder with each glass of wine. Smoked chicken breast was accompanied by a fruity Chardonnay. Toby Jugg, the vet, clumsily ripped Juliette's short skirt and bodice off her back as he attempted to nibble one of her pinched and swollen nipples. At Adolf's suggestion Hack removed his wife's maid's outfit to match, said Thiler, "Your lovely daughter's enticing nudity." Hack managed to undress Fiona without touching her flesh. When he had finished Fiona was wearing only her maid's linen cap, black scarlet-gartered stockings, and shiny black high-heeled pumps. She risked giving him a look of utter contempt before swaggering to the buffet to collect another bottle of wine.
When the waiters served the meat course the humiliation of the Kaiser women continued. Irma used a candle from one of the elaborate candelabra to penetrate Juliette's tight little anal sphincter just as the young woman was pouring a rich red Burgundy. Some wine spilled on Irma's dress and she demanded that, "the clumsy little trollop be punished immediately." Magda was happy to oblige and, once again, the musicians moved aside so the diners could enjoy the sight of Juliette, on stage, as naked as her mother, being bent over the central chair to receive the same punishment Fiona had already endured.
Juliette was not as stoical as Fiona and screamed loudly as each blow raise a bloody welt on her tender backside. As Juliette returned, weeping, to her duties, and the trio once more attended to their music, Adolf beckoned Fiona to his side. He fondled her naked, lividly-marked, buttocks and stroked her smooth belly and groin.
"You are a lucky man, Hack Kaiser, to have been married to this sex-bomb," he said to his potential recruit. "How long was it?"
"Twenty years, sir," quavered Hack.
"I'll bet you fucked her every night and twice on Sundays, eh?" Adolf laughed loudly. The other diners guessed some new torment was about to be heaped on the blonde "maid". Conversation dwindled as they kept an eye on the head of the table.
Not since our honeymoon and never on Sundays you creep.
"Er... well," began Hack. Adolf interrupted him.
"No need to be modest, Hack. How does she suck? Like a demented vacuum cleaner, I'll bet?
He wouldn't know. He never even asked me once. Your fucking Cunty Club members taught me all the tricks I know of that trade, asshole.
Hack was unable to answer. He shrugged with embarrassment.
"You wouldn't mind if she showed us how good she is? You'd be happy for her to give me a blow job?" Adolf fixed Hack with a glare from his fierce blue eyes.
"A blow job?... You mean now?" Hack stammered.
Adolf unzipped his fly and his tumescent cock flopped onto his thigh. "Sure. Now. She is still your wife so I wouldn't have her do it without your say so, Hack. Tell me. You won't object to me publicly fucking your wife's face?
Tell him 'No' you coward.
"No," croaked Hack.
"Good," said Adolf, taking the negative to mean Hack wouldn't object. "Magda, may we have some suitable music. Something with a bit of bounce."
"Yes. Sir." said Magda. The trio paused, consulted, then began a cheery polka, only slightly off key.
"So, get on your knees Fiona," said Adolf. As the blonde sank to her knees between the trousered legs of her principal jailer he muttered, "One hint of teeth and I cut your daughter's throat, understand?"
Fiona nodded. Adolf pumped his thickening tool and bent to kiss her on the lips. As he finished he murmured,"Don't you wish you had been less prudish when we first met, Fiona. All this need not have happened." His voice was too low to be heard by anyone apart from the near naked woman now crouched at his feet.
Bullshit
Fiona took Thiler's growing member between her palms. She blew softly on the pink tip of Adolf's helmeted cock. She glanced to her right and saw that her husband had leant forward. He and his mistress had a clear view of her head and Adolf's groin. She couldn't interpret Hack's expression. Was it horror? Lust? Envy? She saw Zelda reach between Hack's legs and squeeze a tell-tale bulge along the inside leg of his dress trousers.
Lust, then. You're welcome to him, kid. He's not worth a tinker's dam.
"Now!" said Thiler and Fiona surged onto his erection. Her lips and tongue moistly palpated the head of his still growing cock as her hands skillfully stroked and massaged the exposed shaft. As Fiona did her utmost to bring her tormentor to a swift climax her husband stared in disbelief.
"Oh. Oh. That's good!" panted Thiler grinning cruelly at Hack.
Fiona eased Adolf's scrotum through the open fly of his pants. Her left hand stroked the hairy sack and manipulated his fat testes. Her right pumped his thick veined shaft while her lips and tongue played on the most sensitive part of her captor's prick.
Some diners left their seats and applauded as their host began to moan and gasp in ecstasy.
They clapped in time to Fiona's bobbing head and wildly swinging tits. The tempo grew faster and Adolf grabbed her blonde head and pressed it to him as he came in Fiona's mouth.
"Well that was pretty quick," said Irma leaning over her husband's shoulder to observe Fiona's cum streaked mouth. "She swallow most of the gism?"
Adolf nodded.
"Don't worry, dear, It's not really fattening," she smiled at Fiona. "But you've given me an idea. Later we'll have a race. Mother versus daughter. The young whore can blow Toby and Bruce while Fiona does her husband and our revered Beast Master. What do you think?"
"Why not include the women?" said Maria. "They like oral sex too."
"So they do, young lady," she said her eyes narrowing. "Change places with your boy-friend and you can show me during the dessert course."
Maria laughed nervously but when the diners resumed their seats Toby made sure she sat next to Irma and waited for the boss's wife to make her pleasure known.
Dessert was served with a sweet Graves. Maria disappeared beneath the table before she was served with the confection and emerged twenty minutes later as cheese and biscuits were being put on the table. Her hair was disheveled and her lipstick smudged. Toby gave her an encouraging smile and patted her shoulder. Maria flinched.
Fiona and Juliette circulated Port and Madeira. By the end of the dinner the guests were drunk enough to have lost any sexual inhibitions they may have had. Bruce's girl-friend was almost comatose but pawed ineffectually at the pilot's groin. Even Hack, who had tried hard to remain sober, was feeling the effects of too much alcohol.
At a signal from Magda the musical trio stopped playing and stood up to take a bow. They were three attractive women clearly still unused to being naked in public. They smiled nervously at their small audience. The dinner guests applauded politely as the musicians dipped from the waist their breasts swinging freely. Three footmen joined them on stage and took their chairs and instruments before returning. Another three positioned themselves behind the bowing mussos. Fiona and the diners could see, what the nervous performers could not, that the men had removed their cod-pieces and were all massively erect.
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