Message-ID: <21864asstr$945432604@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: eriadoriii@aol.comnospam (EriadorIII) Subject: {ASSM} Ring of Power Part Eight X-Original-Message-ID: <19991217011722.10868.00001476@ng-ch1.aol.com> Date: Fri, 17 Dec 1999 07:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar 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. -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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