Crimson's Captivation (9 page)

“Yes, my Lady,” Crimson replied,
honestly.

“Turn and face the wall, Sergen.” Sergen did
as instructed and the countess was pleased with him and said, “Good
man. Yes, you are a very good man. I promise you are the most
beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” The countess admired his muscular
back and firm buttocks. Ran her hands over his broad shoulders,
down the small of his back, around his thin waist and then measured
the thickness of his thighs with her hands. “You’re as striking as
the Arabian thoroughbreds I have in my stable, worth every golden
bar my husband spent for you. Fair trade I suspect useless gold for
the copper-color of your flesh. Not to mention your manhood.
Muscled but toned, yes, you will be mine.”

She twisted Sergen back around. “Make him
excited,” she ordered Crimson.

Crimson hesitated, unsure of what to do. Then
the countess had second thoughts. “Wait. Why ruin the surprise? I
can hold off until tonight. Replace his codpiece.”

She waited until Crimson was done then
directed her back in line by placing the crop under Crimson’s chin
and slowly lifting her up. “Ah, you must be Crimson. I see why the
Tor selected you—you are beautiful. Bet he can’t wait to examine
every inch of your body.” She lifted Crimson’s heavy breast with
the crop and watched it fall back into place. “Should I be
jealous?”

“Only if you confuse your jealousy with my
disgust,” Crimson countered.

Crimson braced herself for a harsh reaction,
but the countess only laughed an agreeable, guttural laugh that
echoed down the hallway. “Yes, you’ve met Tor I see. A little fight
in you—we’ll have to break you of that. You do know that?”

“Yes, my lady,” Crimson answered.

“Good. You must be Sena. I bet you moan the
moment your clitoris is touched. And those full lips have pleased
many men and women. Am I correct?”

“Yes, my lady.”

The countess stopped in front of Uric. She
walked around him and noticed the strap marks across his buttocks.
“I can see by the welts on your cheeks, you’re the one who lost
control at the auction house, correct? How old are you?”

“Eighteen,” Uric responded.

“You will be my daughter’s then. She just
turned eighteen. Darya, this young man will be yours.”

Crimson saw how Darya ran her eyes over Uric.
He was cute, and his face was certainly charming. He had dirty
blonde hair and blue eyes. He was physically appealing but Crimson
could tell she was enamored with Sergen. “Can’t I have this one?”
she begged her mother as she ogled Sergen.

“Not a chance, my dear. He’s my plaything.
Uric will be just fine for you for now, you’ll teach each
other.”

“Mother you are so selfish.”

The countess smiled. “The day you become an
empress, you too can have a stud like Sergen but that is not
today.” She laughed, suggesting, “If you do not want the young one,
I’ll take him and train him. It would be my pleasure.”

“He will do,” Darya responded. Crimson noted
Darya was now looking intently at Uric.

“Very well then.” The countess stepped toward
the middle of the hallway. She remarked, “Tonight will be a busy
night for each of you. I suggest you fill your bellies in the feast
hall and get some sleep. You are all aware of the decree of this
house?”

Uric was the only one to respond, “Yes.” He
had learned quickly the punishment of not obeying.

She stepped forward and brought the riding
crop to rest under Sergen’s chin, and then she dragged it in little
x motions across his chest, and then moved over to the chest of
Crimson and Sena doing the same. “You three didn’t answer.”

Almost in unison, they responded, “Yes, my
lady.”

“Hmmm … I wonder if I’m being too lenient.
You’ve caught me in a good mood and I will let this infringement go
without punishment. But do not test me. When I speak, I expect your
attention. When I question I expect an answer. When I order I
expect it to be followed. Is that understood?”

All replied, “Yes, my lady.”

“Good, much better. Eat and get some rest.
Crimson, you and Sergen will be our entertainment tonight. Sena,
you may be called to join. It depends on how pleased I am.”

Darya spoke up. “Can I take Uric now?”

“Not now, dear, let the young man eat and
rest. It’s good to wait, it makes it all the better.”

Darya pouted and crossed her arms.

In the feast hall, the captives ate luscious
lamb meat, fresh apples and juicy forest berries, washed down with
one allotted glass of wine. They were starving having not eaten for
two days. Schedules in the palace were noted by chiming of bells.
One chime indicated the start of an event, two chimes its
completion. Sergen was still eating when the bell chimed twice and
he tried to palm an apple, was found out and received three lashes
from an unpleased caretaker. They were led to modest servant
quarters, where the men were given silk bottoms and the women light
camisoles. The door closed behind them and locked.

Crimson felt lonely and nestled against
Sergen. Her eyes grew heavy and she slept, dreaming of a young man
and a willow tree.

The indigo sky was just turning to grayish
white light in the moonlight when Sergen and Crimson were awakened,
and escorted to the Countess’s bedroom. Crimson cringed when she
saw Tor sitting in a chair opposite the bed. The curtains were
drawn and candles were lit casting a soft ocher light over Tor and
the Countess. Tor had his hand on the pubis of the countess, his
fingers moving in and out of her. She had her fingers wrapped
around his member slowly stroking him up and down.

“You two,” she ordered, “undress and come
stand before us.” Sergen removed his bottoms and Crimson hesitated
before removing her camisole.

“Face each other and kiss, slowly, deeply,”
the countess ordered.

Sergen leaned in and kissed Crimson on the
lips. At first, the kiss was soft and persuasive. Then his tongue
searched her mouth and found hers. Soon her face was flushed, her
nipples were erect and her body seemed to grow heavy and float at
the same time she fell into him. They were both breathing hard, and
their hands were roaming over each other’s body as Tor and the
Countess disappeared into the backdrop of ocher colored
shadows.

Sergen cupped her breast and wanted to suck
on her nipples. His cock throbbed and surged between her legs,
pressing against her sex and she began to slowly thrust against
him, caressing and rotating herself against his stiff shaft. The
silky friction of him only made her want him more.

“Stop, stop!” the countess insisted. She
tossed Crimson a red ribbon. “Crimson, tie his hands behind his
neck.” When Crimson went around Sergen and collected his wrists,
she knew the countess for the first time could see his erect cock.
It was long and thick, the candlelight cast its shadow on the wall.
The shadow seemed to thrust and move. The countess stroked Tor even
harder. With her left hand, she pushed Tor’s fingers deep inside
her and began moaning and writhing in her chair.

Crimson interlaced Sergen’s fingers and
loosely tied the red ribbon in place and waited for direction.
“Kneel and please him with your mouth,” she ordered.

Crimson knelt in front of Sergen and grasped
his shaft with her left hand, then kissed the tip and licked the
head of his cock. She pushed his cock up and away from her and, for
the first time, she really noticed the length, his head landing an
inch or two above his navel. She licked the length of him and then
ratcheted him straight towards her mouth, trying to find an angle
that matched the back of her throat. Her lips engulfed his head,
wetting it with her saliva. She sucked him deeper into her mouth
and felt him swell and thrust against her tongue.

The countess began to moan loudly while Tor
slid his fingers in and out of her. He moved along her cleft, and
then used his thumb to circle her clitoris. A wellspring erupted
through her body and Crimson noticed how she closed her eyes
savoring the moment, thoroughly enjoying the sensual foreplay. Tor
gyrated and thrust his hips, forcing himself through the tight grip
of his wife’s hand as he watched Sergen move his cock in and out of
Crimson’s mouth. The sucking sounds were magnificent.

* * * *

Darya was tired of waiting. She knew
something was going on, because the halls were far too quiet. She
grabbed a robe, snuck toward the captives’ chambers and woke Uric.
She grabbed his hand and they snuck through the threshold of her
mother’s bedchamber. They knelt behind a hanging tapestry and
peeked into the room. Sergen and Crimson were on the large bed at
the end of the room. Her mother and father’s backs were to her and
Uric.

She whispered to Uric, “See how Crimson’s
chin and throat arches when Sergen moves inside her? See how she
tightens her grip in his hands? The arch and motion of his back and
hips as he plunges into her. Look at the sweat glistening on the
small of his back. I want you to do that to me.”

“Yes, my lady. I fear …” Uric whispered.

“Fear? How could something so beautiful cause
fear? Just look at them. His single purpose enslaves him. I wonder
how his member feels sliding in and out of her, pushing past her
delicate lips. And her, could she be any more content to just
disappear? She must feel as light as a butterfly. She must be on
fire. I envy her. Do you see that? I want to be a butterfly on
fire.”

Uric looked away and let his hand fall out of
hers. “Yes, my Lady, I see. I fear that I will disappoint you.”

“Then don’t,” Darya ordered.

Darya took Uric’s hand and led him to her
bedchamber. She skipped across the floor and playfully bounced on
the bed. “Drop your pants for me,” she ordered.

Uric smiled and pulled his silk bottoms past
his knees and let them fall to the floor.

“Good, you’re hard.” She cupped her breast in
her hands. “Do I excite you?”

“Yes, my lady.”

“Do you like my body? Do you want to fuck me?
Are you eager to please?”

“Yes.”

“Then take me, but do it like my mother’s
Sergen did with Crimson. I want to disappear from the world only to
return a satisfied woman. Don’t you dare orgasm, Uric, not until
I’m done. Not until I say you can. Am I understood?”

Uric nodded, pushed her onto the bed, and
pulled away her robe, allowing it to fall around her. He kissed
her, and she fiercely responded with her own deep kisses. She was
hungry for passion, and wrapped her legs wrap around his waist. Her
hands ran over his butt, up his back, and pulled him at the
shoulder blades hard into her. “Kiss me, explore, and suck my
nipples.”

Just feeling the heat of her body almost
brought Uric to climax. He kissed her nipples and sucked on her
lips. His torso pressed against hers while his thighs spread her
legs. He reached between her legs, ran his fingers along the length
of her clitoris, then his fingers were gone and the head of his
cock pushed through. He used his weight to control himself and felt
her tighten around him. He tried to push away the feeling of
fascination he felt as he entered her but couldn’t. His body
reacted in a blissful, tense explosion.

Darya felt his release inside of her and
immediately pushed him off. “You fool! You will suffer for
this.”

“I’m sorry, my lady. I can do better,” Uric
pleaded, “I can do better.”

“Sorry? Do better? You couldn’t do any worse.
Were not my instructions clear? I said, ‘like my mother’s Sergen,’
did I not? Did I say you could orgasm?”

“No. My apologies. I’m young, my lady. I know
I can do better. Please, do not turn me into a eunuch.”

Darya sat up and looked at him. She laughed
at the thought. “A eunuch? Uric, I’m not that cruel. You shall be a
good student, and I, a good teacher but I shall be harsh with you
when you disappoint. I would not cut out your tongue for an
inability to form a sentence. Nor would I cut your manhood. No,”
she was surprised she was about to utter it, but said it anyway,
“what I need is a real man. What I need is Sergen. I tell you
this—you’ve disappointed me. You bring Sergen to my bedroom before
this night is over and I will forget about his mishap. Agreed?”

“Yes, my lady. I’ll bring him.”

“Perfect. Dress, we shall slip back to my
mother’s room.”

“How do you know they are still there?”

“Please, Uric, don’t remind me of your
faults. Sergen is still there. I know he is. I know he and Crimson
have only started.”

When they peeled back the tapestry, the
setting of the room had changed. Sergen was now pleasing both
Crimson and the countess, while Tor sat in the chair and
watched.

Darya whispered, “See, you’re like my father.
He finishes far too quickly. It’s because he’s selfish. You are,
too.”

“I’m not selfish, my lady.”

“Yes, yes you are. That’s the only way to
explain it.”

Uric was about to defend himself, but thought
better of it.

Sergen thrust into the countess as she
straddled his pelvis. Their skin flowed in harmony, using the silky
wetness of their sweat. Each deep push of his cock into her
stretched her vagina. She closed her eyes and dug her fingers into
his chest. She’d leaned back, gasped for air, and grabbed his
thighs for support, then fall back onto him, taking him into her to
the hilt, slowly fucking him. She moaned with ache and
pleasure.

To Uric, it looked as if the countess was in
pain, but Darya understood. It was all unspoken, it would be weaker
if it was given a name, but she knew the sensation. She wanted it
the first time she undressed in front of mirror and realized she
was a woman with sexual desires.

Sergen gratified Crimson with his lips and
tongue, as she spanned his mouth with her clitoris. She licked,
sucked and used the softness of his lips to drive her mad. She felt
his hot tongue licking her swollen labia, circling her clitoris in
a cunning torment. He licked and tongued her without mercy and
Crimson screamed out. Her hands were interlocked into his, and
their arms were stretched out over his head. The entire weight of
her body fell over him, and then she struggled to lift herself up
with her knees, only to fall back again, so wanting the slickness,
the incomprehensible self-consciousness his tongue provided.