Message-ID: <8004eli$9804181725@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: john_dark@anon.nymserver.com Subject: {Lysander}JDR"Caitlin's Tale D"( Mf M+f ff ds bd 1st best ws )[4/4] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Note: This message was posted by a secure email service. Please report MISUSE OR ABUSE of this automated secure email service to . Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6h9bvl$8u1$1@sparky.wolfe.net> JOHN DARK REPOST The following story is posted for the entertainment of adults. If you are below the age of eighteen or are otherwise forbidden to read electronic erotic fiction in your locality, please delete this message now. The story codes in the subject line are intended to inform readers of possible areas that some might find distasteful, but neither the poster nor the author make any guarantee. 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If you keep the story, *PLEASE* keep the copyright disclaimer as well. ===================== Copyright 1994 by Lysander This file may be distributed freely by electronic means only, provided the text is unaltered and this notice is included. Each user may make one hard copy for personal use. Any other method or purpose of duplication requires the permission of the author. This story contains an awful lot of sex and nudity, but at least it's not gratuitous, like on some Emmy-winning TV shows I could mention. If you're underage in your jurisdiction or are offended by this kind of thing, then move along, folks, nothing to see here. ===================== CAITLIN'S TALE by Lysander Lysander@vnet.net Lysander@abspleasure.com Section D "Now, Master, now! Fuck me in the ass!" Robert did not kneel behind her as she expected. Instead he lifted her off the floor and laid her lengthwise on her stomach on the table. "Heather," he called. Caitlin turned her head and saw Heather a few feet away on a bench with her fingers buried in her pussy. Immediately she stood and walked over to their master. Robert continued. "You did such a good job getting her ass wet before, you can do it again." This time, Heather eagerly buried her face between Caitlin's buttocks. She attacked the prostrate girl's asshole with her tongue. Her tongue circled Caitlin's anus a few times, getting it slick with saliva. Then she stiffened her tongue and forced it into the hole. Caitlin's asshole sucked the muscle in, and Heather was actually able to wriggle her tongue around inside her. Caitlin bucked her ass up at Heather's face, trying to get even more of her tongue inside her. Heather moved lower, licking her cunt, sucking out the sperm of the two soldiers who had already fucked her there. She heard Robert laughing as he pulled the girl away from her pussy. Then she felt his cock enter her pussy in one long stroke. He fucked her slowly for a few seconds, then withdrew from her body. Slick with the cum of two warriors and one slave, his prickhead poked at her anus. Hands pried her asscheeks apart, forcing her asshole to open wider. Slowly, painfully, Robert forced his cock into her. It seemed to take hours for the head to fully breach her entrance. And Caitlin loved every second of agony. Almost anticlimactically, the ring of her asshole clamped down behind the head of her master's cock. The rest was easier to take, as the bulbous head stretched open her back passage to allow the rest of his cock to move into her. "Fill me, Master!" Caitlin pleaded. "Fill my ass with your cock! Fuck your slut's ass!" Robert laid down along her back, pressing her breasts into the tabletop. He held onto the edges and used the leverage to push down even harder. He was heavy, but Caitlin barely noticed. Almost all her attention was focused on the fullness in her ass. Robert fucked with shallow, slow strokes. Caitlin bounced her hips against him. She was his slave. If he was going to take her, it was only right that he take her fully. Robert must have understood her message, for he began to lengthen his strokes and quicken his pace. Soon, he was giving her his entire length on every stroke. She wanted him to fuck her forever. Suddenly, Heather's blonde pussy was before her face. "Lick it," Robert said. "She deserves pleasure from something besides her fingers. And you are the only one we will fuck tonight." That's a shame, thought Caitlin, for she would have loved to suck the sperm from her pussy, or from her ass. But this is nice, too, she reflected as Heather lifted her pussy to her mouth. All too soon, Robert flooded her ass, and Heather flooded her mouth, and she flooded the table. After that, the men took her three at a time. Actually, she climbed atop one man, and rode his cock. A second entered her slick ass, and a third presented his cock to her mouth. The ones in her mouth and ass came quickly, and were replaced by two more. These two also spent while the first man remained hard within her. One more man entered her ass. The cock in her pussy finally came, but the man it was attached to could not get out from under her. By the time his prick softened and fell out of her cunt, the other climaxed deep in her rectum. She had not been fucked by the same cock twice, and she had taken them all except... "Etienne? Where is my master's brother? I want his cock inside me!" "You may fuck my brother when I say so. Right now, there are only two cocks you are allowed to touch." Caitlin looked over to her master. Robert stood there, stout ropes in either hand. At his feet sat the two wolfhounds. Long tongues hung out of their mouths, dripping saliva on the floor. Long thick cocks, pink and swollen, jutted from the sheaths under their bellies. Her mind told her that she should be revolted, that her stomach should be turning at the thought of what her master expected of her. Her mind told her she should leave and never return, rather than degrade herself in such a way. But it was her body that was in control. And her body was filled with lust. Her body demanded cock, any cock. And the dogs were huge, as big as most men, with large cocks, almost as big as Robert's. Her mind began to listen to her body. If she took on the dogs, the other men would fuck her. She would be allowed to fuck Etienne. She glanced over at her master's brother. If anything, his cock was bigger than before. Her eyes went back to the dogs. Look at them! her body said. They'll feel so good inside me, pounding away at me. You've seen how they fuck bitches, imagine them fucking me like that, fast and hard and powerfully. Think of it! Robert saw her staring transfixed at the dogs, at their pricks. "Is there something you want to ask of me, slave?" "Please, Master. May I fuck them?" Robert pretended to look shocked. "You want to fuck these *dogs* slave?" "Yes, Master." She was pleading now. She knelt on the floor a few feet from the men, and from those dogs. "Please will you let me?" "I may. Is there anything else you want to do?" "Oh, Master! Yes! I want to suck their cocks too. I want to swallow their seed! But I want, more than anything else, for them to fuck me. Please let me fuck them, let me suck them! Please?" "Very well. Turn around." She spun on her knees, presenting her backside to the group. She felt cum trickling down her thighs, cooling on her flesh. She looked over her shoulder at what was happening. Robert handed one leash to his brother. He let the other dog advance on her. The dog fought to get away from her master. Robert was actually leaning backwards as the dog strained toward her. Robert let the dog get close enough that his snout made contact with her ass, then he stopped. The dog's tongue snaked out and licked up her pussy furrow and the crack of her ass. She heard him snuffle and felt his warm breath as he tried to clear the juices that had gotten into his nose. His tongue was wide and rough and wet. While it was not as agile as a human tongue, and unable to penetrate her, it was very powerful. Every time it lapped at her crotch, it battered her clit or asshole, and it moved like the dog was drinking water after three days without. "Please, Master, let him fuck me!" Robert let the dog go, and immediately he was mounting her ass. He was tall enough that he could stand on all fours above her. His powerful chest and narrow waist merged perfectly with her arched back and upthrust ass. His cock banged against her pussy, unable to enter her. Desperately, she reached between her legs and grasped it. It was incredibly hot, hotter by far than the human cocks she had held. And it was wet, leaking a copious amount of fluid. It coated her hand as she guided the cock to her entrance. The dog did not enter her slowly and smoothly. He cared nothing about her comfort. As soon as the head was in her pussy, he fucked the rest of his cock into her in a single lightning-fast stroke. Caitlin was driven forward by the thrust, and she half-whimpered in pain, half-squealed in excitement. She rested her head on her arms and let the dog fuck her as hard and as fast as he wanted. His furry balls rubbed against her clit on each instroke. The knot at the base of his cock stretched her pussy open. She spread her knees wide apart and felt his hot belly rub along her asshole, the hairs tickling her anus and exciting her further. She noticed she was whimpering. That and the dogs' heavy breathing were the only sounds in the hall. All evening, the men had made lewd comments to and about her, in French and English. There had been cheers and shouts of encouragement, and always laughter. But now, there was only silence, except for the sounds of bestial passion. She opened her eyes. The men were dumfounded, even her master. Obviously, they had not believed she would do this so willingly, or enjoy it so much. That she was able to shock even these men thrilled her to her core. She decided to carry the performance even further. She reached between her legs once more. She wrapped her fingers around the dog cock and, when he pulled almost all the way out, jerked him out of her pussy. Before the dog could make a forward thrust, she placed the head at her asshole. She howled when he fucked into her. The dog howled as well, whether in response to her own cry or at the tightness of her ass, Caitlin had no idea. The dog tried to fuck her ass as hard and fast as he had fucked her cunt, but, despite the amount of fucking and semen it had received that night, her ass offered much more resistance to the invading cock. Although the pleasure she felt from the dog cock in her ass was great, the pain from his frantic fucking was also considerable. She wondered if she might have made a mistake. She placed her shoulders directly on the floor and reached for her pussy with both hands. Three fingers of one hand went into her cunt, while two fingers of the other massaged her clitoris. She fucked herself in time to the hound's thrusts in her ass. She rubbed her clit even faster. As the small orgasms piled up, her ass relaxed even more, and she felt nothing but pleasure from the dog cock inside her. Even the small amount of pain she felt was pleasurable, like stretching aching muscles. This allowed the dog to fuck her even faster. The prick in her ass and her fingers on her cunt soon had their effect. She climaxed under the dog's assault and her own ministrations. Her asshole spasmed around the dog cock, sending him over the edge as well. As her pussy quivered under her hands, she felt the dog's hot semen shoot deeply into her ass. His cock swelled to enormous proportions, and Caitlin was momentarily concerned that he would rip her apart. But after the first couple of spurts into her ass, the dog's cock popped out. There was some pain as the swollen head forced its way past the ring of muscle, but it only added to her climax. As the dog walked away from her, satisfied, Caitlin waved her hips in circles, wanting more. She heard the other dog behind her, claws scrabbling on the floor as he tried to get at her. "You said you wanted to suck one, yes? And 'swallow his seed?'" She turned over and looked at the dog's turgid cock. He was smaller than the other one. She might be able to get the whole thing in her mouth. She propped herself on her elbows and licked her lips. "Aye, Master. Let me suck this one, please?" Robert led the dog up to her. He tried to lick at her pussy, but Robert pulled him forward. He awkwardly tried to lower himself so that he could fuck her, but Robert pulled him forward. Finally, his cock was pointed straight at her watering mouth. Without preamble, Caitlin opened wide and let the dog walk his cock into her mouth. His prick was just as hot as the other's, and it was also leaking prodigiously. His fluid tasted gamier than the men's, but just as delicious in its own way. It was definitely recognizable as semen, and she wondered if the men would taste this way if they ate nothing but meat all their lives. His cock didn't seem as filthy as she had expected, either. Certainly it felt cleaner in her mouth than Ralf's had, but she couldn't smell it because of the overpowering scent of unwashed dog fur. When the dog got his cock into her mouth, instinct took over and he began to fuck her face like a pussy. She let him batter her lips for a few moments, but stopped him because he was hitting her nose, making tears well up in her eyes. She raised one hand and braced it against his hind legs, preventing him from fucking her mouth. Instead, her mouth fucked him. She bobbed her head up and down on his prick. It constantly leaked thin salty fluid, and she enjoyed letting it fill her mouth and flow over her taste buds before she swallowed it. She took it out of her mouth and kissed up and down its length. She licked the sides and underside. She circled the pointed head with her tongue. At last she took it back into her mouth. She sucked hard, drawing more fluid from the dog's pisshole. She wanted to stroke his cock, but she needed both hands to hold herself up and to keep the dog from accidentally breaking her nose. The dog began fighting her. His cock got harder and larger. More precum leaked from his cock, filling her mouth more quickly. It was thicker, now, as well. She knew the dog would come very soon. She hungered for his semen, she wanted it to flood her mouth and run down her chin. She wanted to drown in dog cum. Suddenly, the dog went stiff-legged and she felt the first burst of jism against the back of her throat. It was thinner than a man's, but with a wilder taste. And there was so much more of it. Caitlin was hard-pressed to swallow it all. Indeed, despite her efforts, a good deal of it did run down her chin and drip on her tits. She swallowed and sucked and swallowed again. It seemed like she was trying to swallow the sea. But gradually, the tide ebbed. The river of cum became a stream, then a trickle. Caitlin sucked as hard as she could to get every last drop the dog cock had to offer. When she had gotten it all, the dog stepped back. She licked her lips to gather up as much cum as she could. The wolfhound dipped his head and lapped his own semen that had fallen to her tits. His tongue felt rough and cool on her nipples. He followed the trail of his cum up her chest and neck, to her face. When he had lapped it all up, he walked away, ignoring her. Caitlin fell to her back. She spread her legs and pawed at her pussy. "Please, Master. May I fuck your brother now? Please will you let me feel him inside me?" "No. You're still not ready." Robert helped her up and led her over to the wooden frame. "If you want Etienne to fuck you, you have to be bound in this frame." The frame was almost eight feet tall. She noticed that the lower half had holes at regular intervals in each post. Two pegs were placed in each post just lower than the levels of her knees. Robert helped her step onto the pegs. While he held her steady, two of the soldiers put her wrists in the upper bracelets. They were stiff and lined with soft fur. Then they put her ankles in the other cuffs. When she was bound hand and foot, Robert pulled out the supporting pegs, leaving her dangling by her wrists. Caitlin groaned in painful ecstasy. "Will Etienne fuck me now, Master?" she panted. "Please?" Robert just grinned at her. "No. But everyone else will." "Ooohhh, Master!" Ralf stepped up to her, breathing heavily in her face. He grabbed her roughly by the buttocks and lifted her onto his cock. She felt another cock nudge against her asshole. When Ralf let her sink, she was impaled front and back on two hard, long pricks. She sighed contentedly. Four hands lifted her, using her entire body to stroke the members inside her. Her arms were too weak to lift herself very high, and her feet had nothing beneath them; she could not even wrap her legs around Ralf. She could only rely on the strength of the soldiers to satisfy her. Even though Caitlin was somewhat small, even though they were used to wielding heavy weapons in combat, even though there were two of them, the men could not raise and lower her body fast enough. Bending at the knees, they began to spear their pricks up into her holes. They fucked into her at the same time, lifting her as her cunt and asshole resisted their entry. She rose and sank on the stiff rods inside her, over and over and over again. Eventually, the warriors came inside her. They were replaced by two more, who fucked her to the edge of insensibility, through innumerable orgasms. Five times in all she took cocks in her cunt and ass, hanging from her wrists. Only Robert and Etienne were left now. "I'm ready now, Master. Please let your brother fuck me. Please let him fuck me." Robert bent down to unbuckle the ankle cuffs. He placed the pegs in the highest holes and lifted her to stand on them. Her head was now above the crossbar. She was too high for Etienne to fuck now. She wondered what her master had planned for her. Etienne stepped out of the crowd. Caitlin was too fascinated by the giant's cock to notice what he carried. Then she saw. His sword. Still in its scabbard, he set its tip against the floor. It was a two-hand sword made for a giant's proportions. The hilt was nearly two and a half feet long, and the pommel was bigger than her fist. It reached almost to her cunt. In fact, she could look down and see droplets of sperm fall on the pommel from her leaking pussy. "If you can take this," Robert was saying, "I'll know you're ready for Etienne." Caitlin shivered in anticipation. While the brothers held the sword steady, Caitlin slowly lowered herself to the hilt. Her pussy lips touched the steel ball on the end, and she was surprised to find that it was not cold. She twisted her hips about, rubbing her cunt on the ball and on as much of the grip as she could reach, getting it wet with the juices that were now veritably pouring out of her. The grip was wrapped in leather strips, well-worn from use. But even so, she could feel the roughness left to the edges as she stroked her clit up and down its length. Finally, she thought she had gotten it wet enough. The leather felt wonderful, but she was determined to fuck this sword so that she could fuck Etienne's... sword. Perhaps later she could wheedle a leather-hilted dagger from one of the warriors for her own use. The ball at the end of the hilt wasn't really a sphere, it was more egg-shaped, for battering at enemy heads. Caitlin rotated her cunt on the rounded tip of the pommel, widening her hole to accept it. As she sank lower, she continued moving to and fro, stretching the muscles to accommodate the rapidly widening pommel. When she reached the widest point, she found she could not stretch any more. She resorted to brute force, pushing directly down upon the steel. She looked down to see how much she had gotten in, and saw Robert looking up at her, an approving smile playing across his lips. She redoubled her efforts. Then, suddenly, her muscles stretched and she dropped like a rock on the sword hilt. She caught herself before she fell too far. The pommel had entered her so suddenly, it had caused some pain. Robert stood and massaged her clit with his middle finger. This caused her to relax even more, and she was able to once again begin moving down lower. Her pussy lips wrapped around the leather strips. They clung to the hilt. She had never felt so full. The pommel felt heavy in her pussy. It stretched her walls more than they had ever been stretched before. Again she looked down to see how far she had taken the hilt inside her. About half was buried inside her. She twisted around a little. This was all she was able to take, she decided. She began to stand up on the pegs again. Slowly, she moved off of the weapon. She wasn't sure, but she thought she could see the outline of the pommel inside her belly. Up and down she moved on the hilt. Each stroke took half a minute. Then a quarter. Soon, she had relaxed enough that she was taking a foot of leather-covered steel in little over a second. She wished she had Etienne on top or underneath her. He would fuck her hard and fast. But the leather felt wonderful against her clit. She felt a pair of lips on hers. It was the first time she had been kissed that night, and it surprised her. Only one man was tall enough to kiss her on this perch. She opened her eyes to see Etienne. But if he was kissing her, who was holding the sword? She glanced down. The sword was still standing on its tip, her pussy the only thing keeping it from toppling. Faster she moved on the sword, squatting and standing, back as straight as she could manage to allow as much of the rigid steel as possible in her. The pommel was so filling, and the leather wrappings so stimulating, she knew she would climax at any moment. Faster and faster she fucked the weapon. She was moving almost as though she were fucking a man now. She squatted and stood, squatted and stood, and then... She heard a clank as the sword fell to the floor. "Nooo!" she sobbed as she tried to fuck empty air. She had been so close. Only one thing could be as filling as that sword. "Master," she pleaded. "Now Master, PLEASE!" "Take her, brother," he said simply. Etienne's powerful arms wrapped around her waist. In a single motion, he brought her down on top of his prick. He wasn't as wide as the pommel had been, but the girth of his prick was constant all the way to the root. He lifted and lowered her on his cock as though she were a feather pillow. He crushed her body to his. He had been waiting all night, watching her suck and fuck all those other men, and dogs, and even his own sword. He flooded her pussy with his cum. So forceful was his ejaculation, that it forced out the spendings of all the others she had had that night. Stay hard, she prayed. Stay hard. She finally had him and she could not stand the thought of losing his cock so soon. Her prayers were answered. He stayed firm inside her. He continued bouncing her on his groin. She screamed her climax in his ear, her strongest one of the night. She went completely limp. She hung from the crossbar, her legs relaxed around Etienne. Only his grip on her ass and thighs kept her from sliding off of his magnificent member. She felt someone loosening the bonds that held her to the frame. She felt herself falling, but she didn't care. She was completely filled. Strong hands caught her and she vaguely realized she was being carried, Etienne still rampant in her cunt, to a table. She felt the giant's body on top of her, she felt him fucking her savagely, but she was too exhausted to care. In a way, she barely noticed it. Her body kept climaxing, and she heard her own screams of passion. But her mind was somewhere else, retreating from the overwhelming sensations. I think I remember more men buggering me, even Etienne, that night. And the dogs again. And dear Heather. But it is mostly a blur. I might be just remembering other nights when Heather and I served our master by serving his men. Of course, it lasted only a year. Robert was felled by one of those Welsh arrows on a raid. Then Heather wed Etienne -- and the girl was even smaller than I was! -- and they left. When the king gave the keep to a new knight, I was more or less included, by my own choice. But the new man was no Robert, and one day I learned what it was like when the tables were turned. But that's another story. But wait! I hear your mother coming. Get your hands out of your skirt, girl! ...but ye have to be careful not to let it cool too long, or it loses its flavor and... Oh, hello, daughter! Just telling the little one some of the things a woman must know. The End ========================== Copyright 1994 by Lysander This file may be distributed freely by electronic means only, provided the text is unaltered and this notice is included. Each user may make one hard copy for personal use. 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