Bernadette's Trial

[PhoenixPrime01]

Igor Stravinski: The Lord

"Yesssss take me into your hot velvet depths my Bernadette. Take all of me into you, into your cunt, your womb as Lina licks and tongue fucks your delicious ass at the same time.
"Grind yourself onto my hardness. Force it deeper and deeper into you my mother to be. Push me past your cervix and fuck me with your cunt and womb until I've filled it with my seed sweet and delightfully slutty Bernadette," he says quietly as his hands move to grasp your full, heavy breasts, to squeeze and pull. Pull down to give you pain and force you lower on his cock.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Bernadette

I don't know if it's his words or his manipulation or the sensation of being so filled along with Lina's tongue snaking in and out of my ass, but I feel like I'm being lifted out of my body and set adrift by pure animal lust and sensation.

I grind down harder on his cock, driving him deep, deep so it hurts, and driving Lina deeper into me. How big can he get and how deep can I drive him? All I know is that every time he pulls me down, he's deeper, agonizingly deep and it's my voice begging HARDER and MORE and begging like a slut.

I feel Lina's nails grip my buttocks, adding her strength to his, it's impossible to take this much, it has to be. But the voice screaming out in lust is mine and as I feel the start of my orgasm, a huge pain strikes me, cutting me deep, I feel like he's splitting me apart, and with a harder heave than I thought possible, never expected, I take him into me fully, coming in pain, coming in agony and coming in unbelievable waves of ecstatic mind blowing pleasure.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Igor Stravinski: The Lord

I watch as pain flares in her eyes and then is overshadowed by more and deeper need and lust, by overwhelming desire for things she has yet to taste but yearns for longs for already.

I can feel it as she grinds me in deeper and deeper as the head of my penis is ground on her cervix slowly stretching the opening to her womb, her ultimate depth, the place where my seed will fulfill her destiny and impregnate her with my offspring and heir.

Finally as she wails in pain and crys out her lust my cock penetrates that final barrier and enters her true inner sanctum, the place where my child will be carried until his birth. Yes it will be a boy, there's no doubt in my mind about that.

I can feel it as she clamps down harder than ever before on me. As her cunt and her cervix tighten more and more around the flesh spear that is now truly impaling her and joining us.

She she thrashes and writhes, as Lina drives her snake like tongue as far up Bernedette's ass as she can push it to lick the walls of her ass my hand close on Bernadette's breasts and twist them as they're tipped up so my teeth can close on one nipple and then the other as my hips lift to raise her from the floor as my balls fire stream after stream of cum up my cock to explode from it's time into her waiting, spasming and grasping womb and cock.

Then, that's when I reach into her mind and squeeze her pleasure center harder than I have so far and at the same time trigger pain so it fires along all of her bodie's nerves. The combination of mind blowing pleasure and body numbing pain carry her to the brink of insanity as she shakes and shudders as if gripping a high tension wire and screams out her passion, lust, pain and devotion and needs for all within the castle to hear.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Bernadette

I become aware of being cradled against Igor's chest. It comes back to me, and I feel the the rawness of my throat from screaming, the horrible pain in my belly and every muscle feels sprung and bruised. He's still inside me, his size diminished. I don't see Lina and the castle is quiet. My insides are raw and my breasts are bruised.

I hurt and also feel at peace? No, not peace, but something I've not felt before.

Then I remember the way I drove myself down on him, forcing him and Lina deeper into me, I feel ashamed and then more so when I feel myself spasm against him, once, twice with the memory.

I turn my face to his chest and the tears start.

"I'm tired Igor."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Igor Stravinski: The Lord

"Then rest my precious," he says quietly as he pulls you closer to him and strokes your head, hair and back.

One hand moves under you and cups your ass, as the other continues to caress and stroke you. He rises, still deep, deep inside of you, still as hard as when you began to ride his fleshy pole and impaled yourself on it.

He carries you effortlessly up the broad stone staircase to the second floor and then to his bedroom. Crossing it he turns and when seated uses the hand that had helped to support your weight, along with his hard cock, moves pillows into a pile at the head of the bed.

He turns and lays back drawing you along with him. His back and head are cradled by the myriad of pillows, your are resting against his body, head on his chest still stretched and filled as he caresses you murmuring, "Ressst prescious Bernadette. Rest and relive your fleshy impalment and the pleasure and pain it gave you as you climaxed again and again.
"Rest and dream my sweet little one. Dream of when you wake and feel me still within you, still deep in your womb and how you will ride me once again until I've filled you with the seed that will impregnate you.
"Dream of using your lovely lips, your mouth and your tongue to clean me afterwards and relish the feel of my manhood as you suck and lick it, kiss it, worship it.
"Dream and savior the taste of your juices, your spend and my seed as you clean them all from my cock and balls, my ass with your sweet kissable mouth.
"Shhhhhh, rest and dream my prescious.. Shhhhh...."

 

[Annabelllee2003]

AS Lina

Lina, after having been one of the major players in the new woman's session with her lord - was quite upset. Her passions were wired and no forthcoming release came.

She went back to her rooms and plotted and schemed against the new bitch, Bernadette.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Bernadette

She sleeps. Long sleep, broken only by vivid dreams that make her move on him not waking, but moving slowly, reliving the fervor in sleep languid movements.

His arms periodically strengthen their grip on her when she moves or moans. The tightening of his arms calming her and allowing her to return to her dreams. Igor smiles, feeling, if not hearing her dreams. She sleeps with him deep inside her.

After a long while, she moves again coming closer to the surface, starting to wake. Rocking against him. Opening her eyes, there is no surprise. She heard his words before sleeping and they followed her, making her dream of him, making her dream of waking to do as he bids.

She still aches. Aches to her very core. But she moves against him anyway. Tightening on him, rising up with her hands on his chest to straddle him. Pushing herself down on his cock. Her body protesting it’s too soon and her mind unable to keep herself from doing it. She rides on him, bearing down. Staring in his eyes. Seeing his hunger. That alone would be enough to drive her on, but she has her own hunger to contend with as well.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Igor Stravinski: The Lord

He feels the discomfort she feels as she raises up and I sink deeper into her than I was when she was laying on my chest sleeping.

He could also feel her hunger, her need, her cravings growing once again. A hold over from earlier, her dreams, my instructions to her as she fell asleep.

I could have covered the pain she was feeling, but no, she had to learn to need and crave it too, to understand that pleasure and pain together make the pleasure sooo much more intense.

Instead I pinched her pleasure center a bit as my hands reached up to her bouncing breasts to fondle them and play with her wonderfully prominent and hard nipples as she rose and fell on the dark column of muscle deeper within her body than anything had ever been before, and I smiled up into her eyes as they began to glaze.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Losing herself in the feeling, Bernadette rises and falls faster on Igor. Every downward push an agony in itself, she moves faster, faster agasint him, fucking down on him with all her strength.

Until she falters, her body pushed to the limit of her endurance, her legs and thighs quivering with the strain. She remains upright only by the strength of her arms and still she can't reach the release she wants, craves and needs.

The moans that were coming so readily are now mere echoes of the passion and she slows. The wanting she feels at odds with the pain in her center and faltering ability to move on him.

With a last attempt she grabs Igor by the hands that are on her breasts and arches back at the same time she pushes one last time down on him. She knows it will hurt, horribly, and does it anyway. The cry of this motion tears out of her and she feels him pump his hips up at the same time.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Igor Stravinski: The Lord

He enjoys the physical feeings she's giving him as she continues to fuck herself on the cock in her womb. He also enjoys the feelings of pain that she's giving herself at the same time.

He knows what she's about to do and waits with her pleasure center in his mental grip and her breasts in the grip of both of his hands.

Her hands close over mine and I squeeze her tits hard and twist them as he drops and at the same time I drive my hips upward to hold her impaled once again on my cock.

At the same time she crys out I bellow out my own climax and squeeze her pleasure center as hard as I'm squeezing her breasts.

My balls unload up the shaft of my cock to fill her womb with more of my seed than it can hold and is oozes out into her full cunt then onto my belly and balls as we both shudder in mutual ecstacy and release.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

At last the release. The pleasure unbelievable even as it starts to wane.

Bernadette looks down at Igor. The haze in her eyes still there. Without a word she braces herself and rises, able at last to raise a shaking leg and kneel beside him.

She dips her head down and begins cleaning his genitals. From ass to balls to cock. Cleaning her juice from him, his semen. Cleaning with her tongue, drinking in their combined juices. Cleaning him again.

When finished she rests her head on his thigh. She lays like that, feeling the throb deep inside her, the bruises forming on her breasts, and feels his seed seeping from her. She doesn't speak.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Igor Stavinski: The Lord

"Tell me your thoughts my lovely and sweet Bernadette.
"Tell me if how you enjoyed the pleasure we just shared and tell me what you think of the our combined tastes since you can still taste it in your lovely hot mouth.
"Tell me everything my Bernadette, no secrets.. remember?" he says as he gently strokes your cheek and hair.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Bernadette

"I love tasting our bodies juice. I wish with all my heart to bear you a child. I bore down on you to cause myself pain and ask myself why?

"But I have to ask why must it hurt so? And why I have participated in such pain?

"You've shown me passion, I've begged for you. You've shown me undreamed of release. I've now been begging to be forced onto a whole different path.

"I'm scared of Lina, for it seems that is what you want for me. To beg for pain.

"Is there not a place we can be Igor? That has the wonder of fulfillment of desire without the prospect of Lina looming over me as my ultimate fate? I had the pain of my virginities taken. All of them, AND I’VE RELISHED THAT. I've had your minions befoul me, degrade me. Is it for naught? Do you wish to have another Lina to punish and reward at whim? To have me become so subservient that I must do your least bidding or feel and beg for the bite of a whip?

"Is this now my fate? Do you not feel anything for me? Or am I merely a receptacle, an incubator for your seed?"

Bernadette pauses, and marvels at the boldness she has spoken. But he asked for honesty.

"If this is your desire, there isn't much I can do. You've shown me the pleasure and the pain, you've shown me how the two are joined."

Gathering her thoughts to present them more coherently, Bernadette pauses.

"You have me Igor, I'm now a willing wife to you. But I will not, ever be like Lina, not without losing my mind.

"I taste our passion on my tongue now. I relish it. I want more. But Igor, I am still so afraid of you. I'm afraid of what I may become."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Igor Stravinski: The Lord

He lays quiet listening as you speak.

He fingers continue their gentle stroking as he reflects on what you've said before answering you and then...

"My Bernadette, for now I can't "love" you as it's generally meant. Perhaps in time you'll understand why and also perhaps in time that will change, but for now it's as it must be.
"I don't wish you to become "another Lina" and Lina's love of pain is a part of her nothing of my doing, although I do confess to enjoying giving her what she needs and craves.
"I don't wish you to become Lina or like Lina. However, I do hope that you'll learn how pain can magnify and intensify erotic pleasure.
"Do remember my precious Bernadette that all things come in degrees whether it's pleasure or pain. For instance if I pinch one of your nipples the degree of pain felt is directly related to how hard I'd pinch it.
"For Lina it becomes nearly as hard as I can. I can't pinch as hard as I can withouth bursting it and that would never do. In your case I would just pinch enough to add to your pleasure.
"I don't wish you to become another Lina. I have Lina so I don't require another pain slut my Bernadette.
"After you've born my son I will offer something to you and if you accept it our relationship will change. I can't explain more now, but when I do you'll understand and also why I may not tell you now.
"I'm very pleased you enjoy our mingled taste and hope I've eased your concerns. I wish I could do more, but at this time it's just not possible my sweet Bernadette."

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Bernadette

"I think I understand Igor.

"And I can see how pain can ...enhance the sensations of lust and arousal.

"I can even, I suppose, see how it's Lina's ...personality that makes her as she is.

"I can accept what you tell me. And hope to please you."

I pause as I speak. Running it through my brain. I can accept or not and in the acceptance or denial well, that pretty much doesn't take a great deal of thought.

Acceptance being the far better and safer choice.

"All I can do then, Igor is try and please you," I reiterate as I lay my head on his thigh again.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Igor Stravinski: The Lord

"Come up her my prescious and rest, sleep again for we have something to do tonight, you and I, and will be leaving the castle for awhile and I wish you rested for our little trip."

Mentally to Lina: "You pleased me earlier slut and have earned a reward. Meet me in the Room of Pain. Lay out things you wished to have used on you and be naked and waiting on my arrival with the impliments of your pending pain arrayed."