Anonymous - Astrid Cane

Puffing and groaning each tune that Julia lifted and the sank down again, Will could feel the sperm curdling and bubbling already in his testicles. Warm and juicy, her naked bottom-cheeks settled alluringly on his thighs before lifting again.

'Do not come yet-I forbid you!', Julia husked, even as her first exquisite seizure sprinkled his cock and balls. 'I forbid!', she repeated, hearing the answering groan from his lips, all but outlined under the veiling drawers.

'HAAAAR!', Will sobbed, for at any second now he felt that the liquid treasures of his balls would erupt. He strained, groaned, gasped, nipping the cotton between his teeth while he endeavoured to control the outpouring of his lust. Her pubic hairs tickled amid his own, the gentle smacking sound of her bottom-cheeks meeting his thighs sounded to his ears the most heavenly music. Julia's own breathing quickened, though he knew it not, for it was never her custom to reveal her pleasures to a slave during his initiation periods. Pursing her ruby lips in a soundless moan of pleasure, she expelled again her salty spurtings of joy while Will, totally dominated by her, strained every sinew not to return the compliment. His teeth chattered, the veins on his neck swelled, and then to his vast relief he heard her imperative, 'NOW!'.

'HAAAR!', he shuddered again under the bubbling cotton. But this time the sound conveyed his uttermost limits of sensual delight as the spongy gripping of Julia's cunt tightened, her bottom falling SMACK! onto his thighs. The fierce jets of his spermaceous outpourings flooded her being on and on in a swimmy haze of pleasure until their glutinaceous parts stilled themselves. Like a velvet vice Julia drew from him the last pearly drops.

Resting only momentarily, she then uncorked her well-soaped slit and rose to cover herself.

'UP! Up now, quickly', she commanded, which effort caused Will great pains since his bound wrists permitted him little to lever himself to a standing posture. The last seeping of sperm emitted itself like a tear from the crest of his half-limp tool. Therewith, Julia whipped the drawers from his head and regarded him distantly. What a pathetic object he looked, still fully dressed and with his trousers at his ankles! Men looked ever thus after they had been put to a lusty female. Deftly she unfastened his wrist cuffs and tossed them onto the sofa before taking her seat there.

'You are fit at least to service females. Tell me how you have comported yourself with Harriet these past months. Omit nothing, for I shall gain the truth from her', came Julia's voice coldly while Will turned about to face her as he knew he must.

Julia listened to his halting recital, threadbare as it was of lascivious details. He had seen Harriet's thighs, her knickered bottom, often in his peepings. He had espied several times her breasts naked when she thought herself not observed. Yes, he had worn her drawers, and licked and sniffed her shoes and boots.

'That is all? You have never put this instrument of yours into her hand, even?'.

Will shook his head dumbly. Such a dream had occurred to him often, but he had never dared. Yet frequently Harriet's eyes had passed across his trousers when the nearness of her voluptuous form made his prick erect itself.

'What dullards you are, to be sure', Julia sighed. Divest yourself of your attire. Do you not know how stupid you look? Quickly now-I have not time to waste!'.

Hollow-eyed as he felt from the suction she had applied to his fervent pego in the first fuck he had ever experienced, Will obeyed, though totally convinced that he must be dreaming all this. Meek as he was before females, he was no dullard. If such were to be his training he would enter into it gladly, though Julia's oft cold expression conveyed to him that not all would be pleasure. That there would be pain and sweetness in the denials of his desires he had no doubt. Awkwardly removing his boots, and conscious of the fact that Julia's eyes were mingled with amusement and interest upon his cock and his dangling balls, he stood at last naked. 'Good', Julia said simply, and rose. 'Whatever happens now you will remain silent. That is to be understood. Your buttocks will be mightily burnished with a birch if you are not. Come!'.

Taking his thick but now limp prick, she led him out. As she expected, there was a silence about the house, a muteness that seemed to float from above the stairs like a cloud. Longing to ask, to speak, and yet not having the courage to, Will could but allow himself to be taken up, much as a dog might be led by its lead. Conscious of this, he yet felt neither shame nor embarrassment but only a strange sense of pride that a woman should so handle him. The rolling of Julia's hips attracted his eyes as they ascended. The stairs echoed the quietness. Upon reaching the second floor, Julia entered where Harriet lay, drawing Will with her.

Happily, from Julia's point of view, Harriet was gagged. Too much noise was unseemly on such an occasion. Her skirt and petticoat tightly wreathed up about her curving hips, Harriet lay in an extraordinary posture. Her wrists were tied to her ankles, which thus forced her to hold her legs back so far that the whole of her furry quim and the cleft of her bottom were displayed. At her brother's entrance her eyes grew wild, her head twisted from side to side as if a fit had taken her. Will, for his part, appeared mesmerised by the lewd and totally revealing posture in which she was placed. His lips grew dry, his eyes bulged. Nudged and pushed by Julia, he was made to stand in a corner, facing his sister, who from the hue in her cheeks appeared about to have apoplexy.

The maids, having helped to secure Harriet, had gone. Astrid stood expectantly, her eyes dwelling slyly on Will's penis. 'You will STAY! Move, Sir, at your peril!', Julia snapped, and then-somewhat to Astrid's astonishment-motioned her out and closed the door.

But a minute passed-one might have counted indeed scarce fifty-five seconds. Upon the re-opening of the door, Will, though still immobile, was seen to be hot-cheeked, with his cock again as rampant as when he had first indulged himself in Harriet's drawers.

'It will be for the best', Julia murmured. Seating herself down beside the frantically squirming Harriet, she placed one hand firmly beneath her chin and so held her while Astrid untied the cords that allowed the young woman's legs to fall. To fall and kick wildly indeed, until a sharp SMACK! across her bared thighs caused Harriet to try to double herself up as she sobbed mournfully under her gag. Julia, however, would not have it so. Another sharp slap brought Harriet to stretch her legs once more, albeit that she kept them tightly together, thus displaying only her dark bush to her brother's eyes.

'Hold still, Harriet, for no good shall come of your struggling!', hissed Julia. 'Will, you come here! Lie upon her!'.

Had Harriet's gag not impeded her from screaming, her voice might have carried across the surrounding acres as the hardened cock of her brother pronged down upon her bared belly and his thighs settled heavily upon her own. Obeying then the wiser counsels of Julia, which had been swiftly conveyed to her outside the door. Astrid commenced binding the pair together, first their thighs and then their waists until they were trussed so securely that neither could move any part of his body save toes and heads.

'We will so leave then', Julia said. 'Remove first her gag, Astrid. I think Harriet will know better than to scream full in his face, and to no avail whatever. You hear me, Harriet? I will have no disobedience!'.

Utterly red in face, and with her eyes totally wild, Harriet stared up at her while Will, either from intense excitement or embarrassment or a mixture of the two, hid his face in his sister's neck.

'I believe you understand, Harriet', Julia continued quietly. 'Neither of you shall be freed until I have obtained from you a full half-hour of silence. I am quite capable of keeping you both tied together for the rest of the day and all night if necessary. Very well, Astrid!'.