Bernadette's Trial

"Thank you my lil ones.
Diana as a reward you may lick Only my brides left thigh to clean it. Charal you do her right thigh. Anis, your name tell me you should do her ass, as it's close in spelling."

"My Bernadette you will continue your ministration but allow them to clean you before we dine."
 
As Bernadette

"My precious lil one use your mouth on me as you did before. Please me by licking my clean of our juices and our combined blood.

"Lick, lave and suckle me until my cock, balls and ass are clean again my Bernadette. Savior the tastes for not only will they make you feel better and remove your pain, but you will also be tasting all but your virginal blood each time we couple as a man and woman."


When I hear him tell me this, I cringe back, a worm of disgust curdling my stomach. But surely it’s a small price to pay. I begin to lick at his cock, then lick with more abandon. Cleaning him, I barely notice when the four women who bathed me come into the room. I start to lick the ponderous globes beneath his cock, when I hear his command to them –

“Diana as a reward you may lick only my brides left thigh to clean it. Charl you do her right thigh. Anis, your name tells me you should do her ass, as it's close in spelling."

"My Bernadette you will continue your ministration but allow them to clean you before we dine."


My tongue stops in mid-lick as understanding dawns. Again trepidation at the thought of being touched by yet more people. But then surely this is better than Rahl’s foul touch? I resume, as he asks and merely shift and spread my thighs as they gather behind me to clean me.

Their touch is not sexual, it’s avid and creepy. I want them to finish and finish quickly. I start downward to clean his ass, my stomach rebelling. But I do it because he tells me to.
 
Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

I lay watching as the naked wenches obey me so avidly. Each time one get's close to her cunt they ache to lick and suck it but know how they'd scream seemingly endlessly for disobeying a direct command.

My hand strokes Bernadette's hair as face as she obeys me. My knees bend sliding my feet closer to my ass and apart granting her full access and I smile as I watch the hunger grow in my slut's eyes as they watch while tongue bathing Bernadette.

Pooor Sabine stands watching it all, her breasts heaving in need and frustration as her lovely thighs rub together to try and give her some relief from her cravings.
 
Sabine

I watch in frustration as my Master gives the others Bernadette’s thighs and ass to clean of his seed and her blood. I can feel them strongly yearning to suck it from her pussy so open right before them.

Even I would not come between them and this virgin feeding. Only Master’s voice the fear he inspires could pry them away or keep them from overfeeding. This will make them crazy, as it does me, but for them far worse, to taste and not really partake.

When she’s clean, I direct them back. They don’t listen until the Master calls them off.
 
Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

"Sabine you may lick each of their faces as your reward.
"Then, as they didn't listen and obey when you told them to stop you'll take them and you will lash each of them neck to knees, front and back. When each is well striped but her in one of the small kennles for the night. Wrists cuffed to ankles and both holes stuffed through the back grill to remind each of them what they are and that obedience isn't an option.
"Have fun Sabine, I know you will. I'll summon you if I need you again.
"Now leave us."
 
Sabine

Thanking my Master, I leave with the three to punish as directed.

And to take my reward.
 
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Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

When they've departed, "My little bride come with me. Let us dine." You're helped from the bed, all sign of fatigue and soreness gone since you consumed the bit of my blood you licked from my cock. Again the mixture of your virgin blood and mine tighening the bonds still tighter.
 
I move from the bed at his urging and with his help. His endearment makes my chest swell with emotion. With this emotion a new stamina replaces my fatigue and I am suddenly ravenous.

I eat hugely while listening to him speak of places he’s been and things he’s seen. He’s quite charming and I feel more and more comfortable with him, glad to be with him. He holds choice morsels to my lips and I eat from his fingers.

And when we are finished, a great lassitude comes over me. I grow quiet and I feel my head start to nod…
 
Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

Silently I rise and pull down the sheets and comforters.

Then returning to the table I scoop you into my arms and slowly carry you to the bed and lay you down.

Two flickering gas lamps are left buring, although the flames are lowered. On in my sleeping chamber next to the bathroom door and one in the bathroom itself, just in case you waken and need it.

I slide in beside you, bring your head to my shoulder. The covers are pulled over us and my arms hold you as you drift off to sleep.

I lay there through the night motionless until you wake. Then I slit my eyes and watch you without your realizing it.
 
As Bernadette

I’m disorientated when I wake. I’m in my bridegroom’s bed. My marriage bed. I vaguely remember him lifting me to bed and resting on his shoulder. I haven’t moved it seems. I move slowly, lifting my leg that was lying across him, unwilling to wake him. I take time to look at him in repose, the flickering light softens his features. I prop myself on one arm, my other hand touches his chest, the chest I spent the night cradled against. I stroke him lightly, so softly, reliving our passion.

I lean down to inhale his scent at the base of his neck. I venture a quick kiss on his shoulder, and I slide out of the bed, to the bathroom, closing the door softly.

It’s a beautiful room, well appointed. After relieving myself, I find a new toothbrush and paste and scrub my teeth. Pausing, I decide to shower. I scrub every inch of my body till it glows. The hot water is blissful. Stepping out of the shower, I feel incredible. Hungry again. For food and for him, in no order, my mind doesn’t make a distinction.

I towel off vigorously, and stand before the mirror, wiping away the steam, I look at me. My heavy breasts and body are the same as ever with the exception of no hair. But I’m different now. I look different. I reach up to cup one breast then the other. And a hand drops to my …pussy. Feeling the texture of my skin there. Never did I imagine the rapture I felt last night, not in any daydreams or fantasies.

I automatically straighten the bathroom, my mood rosy. I open the door and skip to the bed, laughing to pounce upon it and wake my groom. At my leap upward, I’m surprised when he twists and moves with unimaginable speed to catch me.
 
Igor Stravinski, The Hunter:

I lay watching as she inspects, touches, smells and kisses me. her happiness radiates from her like a beacon as she goes in to do her morning absolutions.

I listen to her happy humming and can feel it mixed in with a hunger and growing need as well. I'll satisify one and then the other. She still has lessons to learn.

I can sense her pleasure as she looks at and touches her body. I hear the door opening and the patter of her bare feet on the floor, her laughter as I sense her jump.

A twist and squirm and my hands grip her hips as she descends toward me laughing. I join her in her happiness and pleasure. I hope it lasts her a very, very long time, unlike Lina.

"I've got you, my frisky wench. *Laughing* Do you know what happens to wenches who attempt to leap upon their owners and surprise them," I ask still holding her aloft and laughing? As I wait for her reply I lower her just enough her dangling swaying tits brin her nipples to whree I can lick and suck one nipple and then the other.
 
As Bernadette

"I've got you, my frisky wench … Do you know what happens to wenches who attempt to leap upon their owners and surprise them?"

I join in his laughter, it’s wonderful to hear. In between giggles, I squeak out, “No, my lord, I know not!” When he takes my breasts to his mouth, my giggles turn to a moan. “Is it bad to leap on you?” I can’t believe his incredible strength to hold me aloft like this.

“MMMMmmmmm, would you have me playful and happy or proper and demure lord?” His lips are maddening. I watch as he mouths one breast then the other, amazed again at the feelings he inspires.
 
Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

"All of them in their proper time and place my bride and also wanton, slutty, whorish, lusty, passionate and insatiable too.
"Curl your legs under you my woman then stick them straight out in front with bent knees and spread them as widely as you can," I finish as I lift you high again.
 
As Bernadette

Intrigued by this latest request, I do as he bids me, curling up my legs to bring them underneath me, then forward, bent at the knees, my legs open. He balances me easily. And I breathe deeply waiting for whatever he does next.
 
Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

You're rotated until your heads high and rump faces down, "Reach down my lusty wanton bride and spread your lips wide for me. Master has a wonderful surprise for you on the morning after your claiming and surrender to me."
 
As Bernadette

Sweet anticipation as I reach to spread my lips, unsurprised to feel wet there. My legs wide, the crazy anticipation beginning to make me shake.
 
Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

Slowly, gently your moved over my head and lowered. Down and down as you bend and look past your magnificent breasts.

You see my lips part and my tongue slowly extend to point straight up at you, a long tongue that rolls into a tube as you watch.

Lower and lower, closer and closer to the place you surrendered to me for all time last night, until the tip of my tongue begins to nuzzle it's way into your cunt and you hear me using my tonuge like a tube to suck out and drink your nectar.

Down and down, in and in until my lips surround your opening and my tongue moves inside of you like a broken backed snake. Wriggling, writhing, squirming, licking all of your wall as the bridge of my nose flattens the nub of pleasure just above my lip.
 
As Bernadette

If last night was beyond my wildest imaginings, then I don’t have words for this. I’m wide-eyed and fascinated as I watch his tongue coming closer and closer to my pussy. When his tongue enters me and I feel the sensation of him drinking from me, my fingers dig deep into the skin of my pussy lips in lust.

A deep shudder starts in my pussy and radiates outward, until my limbs tremble.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh,” I moan again when his tongue corkscrews in me, hitting and careening off every surface.

His nose is plastered against my bud, sending more euphoric charges through me. This is no subtle build of heat, this is slamming and fierce.

My voice rises almost with each lap and twist of his tongue.

There’s no way to stop the pleasure from building to enormous proportion as his tongue spirals and rotates, dips and slithers in me.
 
Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

Your lifted up and down so you're also being tongue fucked as it licks and moves inside of you. Now and then you're lifted off completely and it's the tightly pucked opening to your ass that's licked, pressed on and teased before my tongue returns to suck more nectar from your depths and you're lowed onto it again.
 
As Bernadette

His tongue never stops, licking and churning to drive me senseless. I’m raised and lowered onto his mouth, a spasm every time he connects with my nubbin.

When his tongue circles and probes my ass, I feel like I could shoot straight up. He sucks and licks and probes me with his mouth and it’s exquisite torture. My fingers strain to hold me wide.

I scream when my hips start to buck and dive against his mouth. Way far out over the edge I fall and I wail the whole way down.
 
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Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

I lay you down gently. I can't support your back like this and you can't be injured.

I get a bottle of lucricant out and lay it within reach then lay down beside you again so I may caress and stroke you until you return to me again.
 
As Bernadette

I come back still quivering lying next to my new husband. My lips curve in a smile as I gaze at him.

More and more he excites me. And my surrender seems a small price for what he gives me.
 
Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

"Ahhh, my sweet lovely bride has returned to me again," I smile into your eyes speaking softly.

"Did you enjoy my mouth and tongue sweet lil slut? Would you like more?
"There are still two places I haven't claimed as yet lil one. Shall I claim one of them now and give you more pleasure?" I ask as one hand strokes your lovely face as it lays on the pillow and the other your body.
 
Bernadette

“My lord husband, I did enjoy your mouth on me. I think I’ll die every time you claim me,” pausing, her brow clouding a bit, “I don’t know what else you haven’t done, but as my husband you can claim me …as you wish. I trust you…” her smile is shaky but sincere and she is lulled again by his voice, caresses and gaze.
 
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Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

The hand that's been caressing your body is rubbing your ass as you speak a finger tip, coated with your copious juices, rubbing and teasing your tight pucked anus.

"My precious I wish to use your lush breasts for my plesure, to fuck them too and anoint you with my seed so you can feel it's thick viscious heat on you. So you may rub it into your skin, your body and let it help you become even more mine as it's absorbed.
"I also want to have you give me this," I say as the tip of my finger enters your ass one knuckle deep, "most private place. The final place for me to claim you as my cock's been in your sweet mouth and your wonderful pussy, this is the final opening for me to take, to take it's virginity too for my and our pleasure.
"These are the thing I desire for you to surrender and give to me Bernadette. Give freely and willingly, not to take, as we know I could easily do."
 
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