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Liselle joined the Count's court two days later. Instantly she was
overwhelmed by the opulence of the castle. She never knew anything but being
poor and this place blew away her wildest dreams. She had always envied the
blacksmith and the quarrymaster for their large houses and their wealth, but
the Count was as far beyond them as they were beyond her old life.
Her first day she was installed as the Countess' personal maid. She ran
errands for the Countess and sat next to her while she sewed peacefully in her
solar. When the Countess entertained, Liselle was always at her shoulder,
ready to cater to her lady's needs as well as those of her guests. The
Countess had other maids and other servants, but none of them were as close to
the Lady as was she. Liselle did not know enough about the life of a noble to
remark on this peculiarity.
She lived at the castle, in a room next to the Countess'. Though the
size of a closet by the standards of the castle, it was nearly as large as the
common room in her father's house. In addition to a bed, she had an armoire to
herself and she had clothes, all in the form of her simple uniform, but finer
and in greater quantity than she could ever have imagined. Even the uniform, a
simple blue dress that scooped low to display a portion of her breasts, was far
nicer and far more vibrant than the clothes she had brought to the castle. But
her prized possession was a tiny mirror. On her first day, the Countess had
seen Liselle wistfully stare at the large, full-size mirror in her room. The
next day, a small, hand-held mirror of burnished silver was on her bed when she
finally returned to her room. She was astonished at the wealth of the gift but
she prized it for what it was more than ever. She would stay awake late at
night, staring into the mirror by the light of the candle. She could see the
echoes of her mother in her reflection and she caressed those ghostly images,
cradling them in her heart and remembering the love of her mother.
She soon learned to avoid the Count's son. Lord Darren always sneered
at her, his face a mixture of contempt and lust. His eyes made her nervous.
Constantly they roamed over her body, often focusing on her breasts. Whenever
they reached her face, the sneer would deepen and he would dismiss her presence
with a sniff. Liselle could not abide his looks. Something deep down inside
the boy made her remember the man who had killed her mother. Frequently she
would flee the young lord and retire to her room. She would take up her mirror
and conjure the images of her mother and try to banish the dirty feelings that
crawled across her skin.
She was a member of the Countess' entourage for two weeks when things
changed. At first the change was subtle, but after that day, everything was
different.
"My dear," the Countess addressed Liselle. They were alone in the
lady's solar. The Countess was sewing a golden lion into a red blanket and she
never looked up from her task. Liselle sat just behind her and to her side,
holding spools of golden thread. "Are you a virgin?"
Liselle was taken aback by the question, but she had been taught
enough manners that she answered the Countess right away. The beautiful woman
had become like another mother to the young girl and, despite her shock at the
question, she felt little shame in responding. "Yes, my lady, I am."
"Good. We must be sure you stay that way. Whatever happens," the
Countess still never looked up at the girl. "A lady must stay a virgin until
she is married."
Nothing else was said on the matter the rest of the day and Liselle
soon put the question aside. The next day, though, the Countess surprised the
girl again. They were again sitting in her solar, though there was no blanket
and no thread to be seen.
"Life can be so lonely sometimes," the Countess began with a sigh.
"I am glad I have you to talk to. This castle can be so dreary."
Liselle was glad at the Countess' words. She had begun to think of
the castle as home and she enjoyed the company of the Countess.
"Liselle, have you ever kissed a boy?"
A little red colored the girl's cheeks as she stared at her hands
that rested in her lap. She shook her head.
"Look at me, pretty one."
Liselle raised her head and stared into the eyes of the Countess.
She really was beautiful. Her brown hair was shiny and long and framed a thin
and fragile face. Her nose was small and set above a full set of luscious
lips. Her eyes were deep pools of green. Liselle saw a flicker of something
in the intensity of those eyes. Something she had not seen before. Something
that made her a little nervous.
"Child, you are beautiful," the Countess echoed the girl's thoughts.
She reached out and caressed Liselle's jaw with the tips of her fingers. "Kiss
me, Liselle."
The girl hesitated at the lady's command. Perhaps she had been
mistaken at what she heard. The Countess moved her head closer to the girl's,
her eyes glazed over with desire and half-closed. Liselle felt like a trapped
hare. She wanted to get up and run but she was afraid to disappoint her
mistress.
When the lady's warm lips met hers, Liselle sat still, not knowing
how to respond. The Countess pressed likely against the girl's lips for only a
moment and then drew slightly back, a couple inches separating the two. "You
smell so good," she whispered to the girl.
The Countess lifted the girl's neck and pressed her lips against the
soft spot where the throat joins the jaw. Softly her tongue danced out and
tickled the soft flesh, eliciting a chill to run through the girl. The lady
began to kiss up the side of the girl's jaw, each time the warmth of her breath
and the moistness of her lips sensuously caressing the tender skin. When she
reached the lobe of her ear, the grasped the bobbing appendage between her lips
and sucked it gently into her mouth. A gasp escaped Liselle's lips as the
intensity of the sensations dug into her body. The girl felt the rising of her
desire, like a growing flame in her breast. When the Countess returned her
lips to the girl's own, Liselle found herself responding. The Countess pried
apart the girl's lips and slid her tongue into the girl's mouth. Liselle was
soon absorbed in the intensity of the kiss and she lost all sense of time and
place. When the lady broke the kiss and sat back, Liselle suddenly felt like a
part of her was missing. The desire in her heart was overwhelming and it
suddenly had no place to go. That did not last long.
"Liselle," the Countess had sat back in her chair, her eyes closed and
her chest heaving. Her words were little more than a whisper. The Countess
gathered the skirts of her beautiful blue gown and pulled them up around her
thighs. "I need you. Kiss me here."
The Countess's hand had slid between her legs and Liselle could see
two fingers slide between the lips of her sex. They slid in to the knuckle and
then the Countess pulled them out, sticking them into her mouth and sucking
them clean of her own juices.
Liselle was not sure what was expected of her. She stared at the clean-shaven
sex of her mistress. She could clearly see the lips of her womanhood and the
small pink bud that rested above them. The Countess's fingers soon returned to
her crotch and began to caress that bud.
"Kneel before me, girl," the lady gasped as her fingers rubbed against
her tender parts. Liselle felt her body respond to the woman's urgings and she
found herself on her knees, facing the spread legs of her mistress. She could
feel the warmth that emanated from the woman's sex and the smell was not
unpleasant. "Kiss me."
Liselle slowly leaned forward and kissed the exposed part of the
woman's stomach.
"Lower," hissed the lady.
Liselle moved her face lower and kissed just above the exposed
clitoris of her mistress. The Countess shuddered at the touch of her lips and
something stirred deep inside the girl, responding to her lady's pleasure. She
kissed again, softly pressing her lips against the tiny nub. Taking her cue
from the lady's attentions to her ear, Liselle gently sucked on the clitoris,
pulling it into her mouth.
"Your tongue. Use your tongue."
The girl flicked against the clitoris that was held in her mouth, the
tip gently caressing the sensitive skin. Another shudder racked the Countess,
accompanied by a jerk and a gasp of pain. Liselle quickly released the
clitoris, afraid she had hurt her, but he Countess instead moaned in
frustration.
"Lick me, girl. Lick me," the Countess' voice was commanding,
frustration mixing with desire to spur the girl into action. Liselle's tongue
darted out of her mouth and licked at the hidden treasure. She repeated the
action when the Countess moaned, this time repeating the gesture almost
immediately. Creativity overtook her and she swirled her tongue in a circle
around the clitoris, bathing it in her saliva. She tucked the tip of her
tongue under the hood of protective skin and pressed before slowly pulling her
tongue back into her mouth. Another tremor shook through the Countess' body.
"Give my your fingers," more whispered instructions from the
enraptured lady.
Liselle brought her fingers to the slick lips of the lady's vagina.
She played in the wetness for a moment, twirling the tip of one finger along
the length of her lips. Then she slowly slid the finger inside her. Warmth
enveloped her finger as it was surrounded by the softness of her womanhood.
She pushed the finger in until it was buried deep inside, then she pulled it
back out. A second finger joined the first as it slid back in. Now she could
feel the muscles trembling just beyond those warm, soft walls. She slid the
fingers all the way in. Curling her fingers ever slow slightly, Liselle began
to caress her the walls of her sex.
Darkness enveloped the girl as the Countess' skirts were thrown back over her
head. She pulled back from between the woman's legs as the skirts settled but
the lady's hand, pressing from outside the skirts, pushed her mouth back into
place. A second hand joined the first as they pressed her face hard against
her groin. Liselle found it was all she could do to breathe as the woman's
hips humped against her face. The pressure from hands relented a tiny bit and
Liselle found she could breather a little easier. Her fingers still buried
deep in the lady's warmth, the girl's tongue flickered out again and caressed
the lady's clitoris, this time repeating the action in an ever-quickening pace.
Anyone who walked in at that moment might have believed the Countess
was asleep. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed and she didn't move.
Only when they saw the slight movements beneath the lady's skirts and the tiny
feet that peeked out between the lady's own would they begin to guess the
truth. The Countess held tightly to the back of the girl's head, her hips
lifting off her chair and shifting beneath the ministrations of Liselle's
thrashing tongue. The lady's muscles were clenched in desire and her delicious
lips were pressed into a thin line.
Beneath the skirts Liselle was beginning to get horribly hot. Sweat
beaded on her brow and dripped onto the delicate skin of the lady's thighs.
Saliva dripped from her mouth and mixed with the lady's juices and dripped down
to form a wet pool on the chair. Liselle's breathing became more difficult and
her jaw began to hurt, but she could feel the tension in her mistress' muscles
and she could sense the impending release that fast approached and she willed
her tongue to continue.
When the lady's orgasm crashed over her body, her muscles all
suddenly went lax, except for those that pulsed around the fingers that were
buried deep inside of her. Liselle could feel the release and she felt the
warmth of fluid seep along her hand and onto the chair. The Countess heaved
for a moment, struggling to breathe and then she settled down, her breath's
heavy and her voice a soft purr.
Liselle slowly pulled herself free of the skirts and dizzily climbed
to her feet.
The Countess opened her eyes and watched the girl wipe the juices
from her chin. "Oh my darling, you are a wonder."
>From that day forward Liselle was called upon to service the countess every
day, often times twice and sometimes even three times or four. Most of the
time it consisted only of Liselle sliding beneath the lady's skirts and
bringing the Countess to orgasm. This was the way the lady preferred it. It
aroused her to have the young girl lick her sex while both remained fully
clothed. At first, they only did it in the solar, with no one around, but once
they copulated in the sheltering shade of the gardens, the Countess laying on
her back in the grass. Another time they did it in the library, the lady
standing with her back against the bookshelf, her feet apart and the girl
buried beneath her skirts.
As the weeks passed the Countess became more daring and the
circumstances changed. Once, when several other maids had joined them to help
embroider a banner for the Count, the Countess gave Liselle the look that had
become their silent signal. Liselle looked at the other women in the room, her
face coloring a deep shade of red. She looked back at the Countess, imploring
her to change her mind, but the desire etched in the woman's face would brook
know mercy on this day.
Ashamed, Liselle fell to her knees. One of the maids gasped in
shock as the girl crawled beneath the Countess' skirts. That gasp came again
when the lady began to tremble beneath her servant's wet tongue. Liselle soon
buried her shame and concentrated on bringing the woman to climax. She brought
out all her tricks, sliding her tongue deep inside the woman's sex and even
sliding it around the puckered hole of her anus. Two fingers soon replaced her
tongue and they slid between the tight muscles of her rear entrance. Liselle
moved her tongue to the lady's clitoris and simultaneously slid her thumb
between the lips of the Countess' sex. Her tongue worked its magic and,
combined with the sensations of her probing fingers, soon brought the lady to
orgasm. When Liselle withdrew her head from beneath the skirts, none of the
maids would meet her eyes, but Liselle noticed that more than one was flushed
and breathing a little heavy. From that day on Liselle frequently had an
audience.
The pleasure was not all one-sided. Liselle was allowed to finger
her own sex while she pleasured the Countess and she would often pleasure
herself at night in her own room. The Countess also had a slight obsession
with the girl's nubile breasts. Sometimes the Countess would have Liselle
stand next to her, the girl's dress around her waist and she would suck on her
delicate nipples and her fingers finding their way beneath the skirt and slide
into her sex and caress her delicate clitoris. Three or four times the
Countess had even returned the favor of her oral services. The first time was
the most memorable as it was the first time the Countess had shaved the girl's
sex, leaving it as bare as a child's. Liselle had stood in the Countess'
copper tub, holding on dearly to a high-backed chair, one leg wrapped around
the lady's shoulders while the Countess' tongue played an elegant dance along
her skin. For a long time she remembered that as her most powerful orgasm.
Through it all, though, the Countess was careful that the girl remained a
virgin. Nothing was ever allowed to threaten her maidenhead.
Liselle had been with the Countess for nearly six months when her
mistress received a strange package. A light in her eyes, the lady dismissed
all her servants except for Liselle. The maids passed her a look that
fluctuated between sympathy and envy. Both emotions left the girl feeling
slightly soiled. The Countess didn't notice the looks, she never did, but now
her attention was focused on the small package.
When they were alone she smiled at the girl. "I have a surprise for
you, Liselle."
She tore open the package and pulled out a black object about nine
inches long and about two inches in width. It was shaped like a candle but it
was made of leather and a belt was attached to it.
The Countess showed the object to her servant. "Do you know what
this is, Liselle?"
Liselle had seen her brothers naked when she was younger and she
recognized the shape of the object immediately, though it was much larger than
any she had seen. She nodded quietly to her mistress.
The lady's smile caressed the girl. Liselle could see the desire
building inside her mistress. The Countess stood and loosened her gown,
letting it drop to the ground. The woman was still breathtaking, despite the
depredations of age. Her breasts were full and held only the hint of sag. Her
waist was thin and her hips only showed the trace of fullness associated with
the birth of a child. Her legs showed hints of the softness of her life, as
the skin was smoothed and unmarred by the bulge of muscles. Liselle had seen
her mistress naked many times and each time it kindled a tiny flame of desire
within her. This time was no different, but the specter of the strange object
created an unease that nestled in her belly.
"Help me put it on, Liselle."
The girl picked up the object and, kneeling before her, fitted it
around the lady's waist. It was more of a harness than a belt. As well as the
straps that ran around the lady's hips, another strap ran between her legs and
snapped tightly to the other strap. This center strap was made of softer
leather than the rest and soft, tiny ridges lined the inside of the strap.
When it was put on, the ridges pressed against the woman's clitoris and any
movements caused it to caress the sensitive bud.
Liselle sat back on her heels and stared up at her mistress when the
belt was fastened, waiting for instructions. "Put it in your mouth."
The girl obediently wrapped her lips around the tip of the leather
object. She had to stretch her small mouth wide to put encompass than the
barest tip. The Countess pushed lightly against the back of the girl's head,
encouraging it to go deeper. The lady shuddered as the pressure of the girl's
mouth caused the belt to shift against her clitoris.
"Now release all but the tip. Good girl. Now take it in again.
Oh, that's good. That is so good."
Liselle slowly bobbed on the end of the leather penis, each motion
pushing the harness to rub against her mistress' clitoris.
"Imagine, girl," the Countess whispered. "Imagine it is Garin you
have in your mouth. Imagine it is him you are pleasuring."
Liselle stopped, her mouth wrapped around the object, as soon as she heard her
mistress say the name of the Count's manservant.
The Countess laughed at the shocked look on the girl's face. "Oh, I have seen
you mooning after the man. Always blushing when he is near. If I didn't know
you loved me so much, I might even be jealous."
"Come now, girl," the lady sat down in her chair, dislodging the
fake cock from the girl's mouth. "Like I said, imagine it is Garin you are
pleasuring now."
Liselle slid it back into her mouth and she did imagine that it was
Garin's cock that her lips were wrapped around. She imagined it was his body
that tensed as she slowly bobbed her head up and down, swirling her tongue
around the staff of the leather penis. She imagined that it was his groans
that filled the room as she increased her pace, now taking almost half of the
object into her mouth. She could feel the tip hit the back of her throat each
time, occasionally forcing her to stifle a gag.
She continued for several minutes before a gasping Countess lifted her head off
the leather cock. The Countess stood and bent the girl over the side of the
chair. The lady stood behind her servant and lifted her skirts. She gently
rubbed the tip of her cock along the lips of the girl's sex.
"My lady," Liselle gasped. "I am still a virgin."
The Countess laughed. "And you will stay that way, my dear, at
least in the way that counts."
The cock was now wet with the mixture of the girl's juices and her
saliva. The Countess reached down with one hand and spread the girl's cheeks,
exposing her tight pucker. The other hand guided the wet tip of the cock to
the entrance to the girl's rectum. Slowly, the Countess pushed forwards,
pressing the tip against the tight opening.
Liselle grunted in pain and fear as the tip of the leather cock
penetrated slightly into the tight ring of muscles. Fear made her muscles
clench tighter and push the cock back out.
"Relax," the Countess whispered to the girl. "Relax your muscles.
Relax."
Liselle tried to obey but when the head of the cock penetrated her
sphincter, she felt a her flesh tear and pain shot through her body, shattering
her concentration and causing her muscles to clamp down tight on the intruder,
halting its advance.
Liselle could hear the Countess' breathing, heavy with desire, as she pulled
the cock back a half an inch but not enough to dislodge the tip. Slowly she
pushed it back in, a gasp escaping her lips as the pressure of her thrust
rebounded through the center strap. This time she gained almost another inch,
now there were two inches of the leather cock buried in the girl's ass.
Pain still shot through the girl's body, accompanied by an
unpleasant warmth that spread through her rectum. When the Countess again
pulled back and then slowly thrust forward, Liselle could not escape the tiny
cry of pain that escaped her lips. The Countess seemed oblivious to the girl's
pain. Her passion had built and the only sensations that penetrated the haze
were the tiny shocks of pleasure that ran through her clitoris with each
thrust. She did not hear the girl's tears as the force and the speed of her
thrusts increased. In a matter of moments she was lost in the throws of her
first climax.
Tears poured from Liselle's eyes as the Countess began to furiously
pound into the girl's ass. Only half the cock entered but Liselle felt like she
was being ripped in half. The sickly warmth had stayed and the tearing
sensations continued as the Countess pounded away, lost in her own world as
orgasm after orgasm rolled across her body, oblivious to the cries of the girl
beneath her.
One maid, hearing the pained cries of the girl stuck her head in the
room to make sure everyone was all right. What she saw was Liselle bent over
the arm of a chair and her skirts piled on her back, with her naked mistress
rapidly pounding the leather cock into her anus. The maid saw the ecstasy
contorting the Countess' face and promptly left the room, despite the pain
evident in the girl's cries.
Eventually the Countess stopped and withdrew the cock from the
girl's rectum. Blood covered the object and more flowed from the violated
orifice. Liselle, no longer supported by the Countess' thrusting, collapsed
into a crying heap onto the floor. The Countess had never been so cruel before
and the girl cried from the loss of her naivete as much as the pain.
The Countess recalled herself after a couple minutes and she finally
seemed to register the girl on the floor, the blood seeping from her bottom.
Guilt overcame the woman and she gathered the girl into her arms.
"Oh my darling, what have I done?" she cradled the girl's head
against her chest and caressed her soft hair. "I am sorry. I am so sorry."
Liselle cried into the Countess' naked breasts, sobs wracking her
body as the woman apologized over and over again. Eventually Liselle forgave
her and the pain subsided, but it was never quite the same between the two of
them again.
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