Bernadette's Trial

Rahl

Grimacing as he peeks around Linas legs and sees the twins up to their own devices, Rahl is tempted to snake his whip out and sweep the lower cunt sucking one off his feet. Perhaps the tit lapping one on top will break his ugly neck in the fall and maybye even crush the one below him to death.
He grins at the thought of them both screaming out in pain before they make their final trip to hell. He brings his arm back to send the whip low and in mid swing stops reminding himself that his master would probably kill him as well if he even damaged a hair on their grotesque skulls. Beside he must admit he'd miss those guys. He goes back to his whipping, wishing he had a stool so he could reach higher with the whip and scar her shoulders too.

He looks around and sees one standing in the corner, he gets it and places it behind Lina and climbs aboard.

He growls his pleasure as with one arm he pulls her body next to his and raises his other arm above him to whip across her shoulders still above him. Feeling his cock tip rub against her ass, he begins to salavate as it grows hard and long between her ass cheeks.

Her ass is bouncing up and down as she continues to fuck the devils finger and just as it stops near his turgid cock now covered with his spittle, he plunges forward, at the same time dropping his whip and pulling her to him with both hands. He growls out his pleasure as his cock enters her hot ass.
 
As Bernadette

Trembling and moaning, unable to remain on my knees, I fall forward still feeling his cock jump in my ass. My body spasms and jerks with the aftermath of an explosion, shockwaves of pleasure still shooting to every limb of my body.

He falls with me, my bridegroom. My husband, Igor.

He's still in me, in my ass. I don't know how long we lay recovering from our passion, but our breathing finally slows. My ass is miserably sore.

When I move finally against him, I yelp and freeze on him. I push back on him to ease the pain in my ass.

As I lay there spoon fashion, I marvel at the sheer intensity of the passion we shared. There isn't a name for it, or I just don't know the words.

He has been to me, TO ME, the most considerate of lovers. He's been charming and kind. I saw him whip Lina and had seen how he leveled punishment against the women that cleaned me.

I'm ....grateful. I'm grateful for his kindness, for his teaching me what passion is. And I hope he's pleased.

"Igor, my husband, I just want to tell you... thank you."

Not quite sure of my words I go on, "You've shown me so much. I've been scared. So scared." I close my eyes tightly.

"I hope, I... I... pleased you."
 
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Lina

Lina felt Rahl slip his enormous cock into her unprotected ass and she shuddered from the mixture of revulsion and ectasy. To be so completely used, to be utterely violated, it sent her over the edge.

Literally.

Rahl's timing had been unfortunate, penetrating Lina when she just as she rose up to completely clear the Devil's fingers. The movement required Lina to stand up on her tiptoes, which put her off-balance, especially with Rightros and Leftron clinging to her battered form. With a sickening feeling, Lina felt herself toppling from her perch. Rahl, having knocked her over with his cock, went with her.

Blindly Lina grabbed on to anything she could. It happened to be Rightros in one hand and Leftron with the other. With a crash, all four landed on the floor, Lina lost in a mass of little arms, little legs, and enormous cocks.
 
Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

At your 'yelp', my hand moves behind you and I bite the web again just hard enough to make the blood seep out once more.

It's brought to your mouth and slipped between your lips and your told to suck gently.

"Bernadette it was indescribable. The pleasure you gave me was beyond my poor words to even attempt to describe.
"Please me?
"No. You didn't please me.
"You overwhelmed me my bride. Something I hope you do again and again, but I vow I'll never forget our wedding night or morning and all you've freely and willingly given to me my precious."

The nape of your neck is kissed, licked and sucked as you suckle at my hand.

I squeeze your pleasure center... hard.

As you react to that much stimulus and suckle the healing blood from me hand my hips back to withdraw, very reluctantly, from your freshly fucked ass.
 
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As Bernadette

When he holds his had up for me to drink, I do so without a thought of it. It seems natural to drink of him. His answers to my hesitant questions enforces the feeling that he's the pluperfect bridegroom.

When he sucks at my neck, a shower of explosive spasms rack my body with an euphoric wake.

I don't even realize that he has pulled himself from my body. I'm in a daze as I lay beside him. Blissful. I arch my neck into his mouth ...inviting him without knowing what I do.
 
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Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

When your neck is offered it's a gift I just can't refuse. A bite and two swallows is all I allow myself thought. It's vital that you remain human be bear my offspring. Later I'll consider making you more than human.

The thrill and euphoria courses through me as I take that bit of nourishment from you and bond you even closer and tighter to me for now we each have drunk from one another.

You suckle harder and the marks vanish as I watch, all but two small red spot to mark my claim and owership as more than just the physical now. Now I'll know where you are without thinking and now I'll truly be able to sense what you're feeling at all times so long as your close enough to me and the mutual feeding has increased that range dramaticly.


To the Chorus:

'My sluts to the bath chambers and prepare them for my bride and I. You will attend us there on our arrival.'
 
Sabine and the Acolyte chorus

I hear the Dark Lord call us to the bath. I release my three from the kennels and we ascend to the baths. Drawing hot water, laying out towels, razor and the equipment necessary to clean Bernadette.


We have all felt the Dark Lord’s and his bride’s passion all through the night and day. We’ve felt Lina and Rahl and his drones. Agitated and wanting, we make sure all is ready for Bernadette and our lord and control ourselves. We then knock at the door of his chamber.
 
Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

"Come my prescious pet. That knock means that our bath is ready and they are waiting in attendance for us both.
"Today will be a repeat of yesterday, but today it will include the two of us and we will be given very expert massages.
"Then when we've dressed food will be waiting downstairs."
 
Bernadette

She follows her husband to the bath, the ladies silently behind them. Bernadette is still shy about being naked in the presence of others and rather cringes against Igor as they walk. She remembers her first bath here and the details. But she isn't petrified now, merely embarrassed, deeply embarrassed. She just KNOWS that they knew all the things that she and her husband have been doing.

Face flaming, she stands waiting for his direction. That's turning into such a normal state for her...
 
Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

I seat us both on a bench in the bath chamber and hold you against me as I address our attendents,"Sabine, your mouth may clean my cock and balls of our juices, the rest of you my bride. This much of our joy we will share with you before the cleansing and shave prior to our massages."
 
Bernadette

Sabine kneels before the dark lord and licks him clean while the other three minister to an embarrassed Bernadette.

Bernadette hates that they lick and fondle her so intimately. It bothers her that Sabine has her lips on her husband's cock. She doesn't look at what they do.
 
Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

"My pet, you need feel no jealousy or embarrassment toward or with these. They serve me and now will also serve you.
"They deserved to be rewarded from time to time and this is one of their rewards my little one.
"Relax and enjoy their ministrations. Next will be your cleansing, our bath, then we'll be shaved very expertly. My face and you everywhere else and then the massage as we hold hands and lay side by side."
 
Bernadette submits. Jeleousy? You bet.

She just may not like it, not like the idea of it.

When the woman avidly lick her from pussy to anus, Bernadette squirms. The feeling is shameful and yet, oddly erotic. She feels them quivering as they lick her, a tongue darting into her pussy and licking her walls. They scare her, these women. She feels that the only thing preventing them from sucking her dry is her husband.


She grips her husband's hand tightly, and hides her flaming face. Surely they won't do the enema and douche while he's here...
 
Once we've been cleaned you're led over to where the two cleansings were administered last time. As you're prepared I come over and tip up your beet red face and lift my cock to your lips.

"Lick me my woman. Lick and suck and know you need never be embarrassed around me either."
 
As Bernadette

As my lips andd mouth close around my husband, I feel the three place the instruments in me. I moan, my mouth filled as the water rushes into my bowels and vagina.

It can't end too soon and finally I can void. Perhaps one day this will seem normal but despite what Igor says, it shames me.

I am led to the bath, to be soaped and washed. That part is wonderful, I must admit. I close my eyes as they shampoo me and pamper me. When I open my eyes again, my husband is smiling at me.
 
Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

Smiling as share the huge tub and also am being shampooed and scrubbed.

"How does my lil pet like being pampered this way? A far cry from your old life isn't it precious Bernadette?
"What would you like to eat when this is finished? I should let Lina know so she can en sure that it's properly done and ready for you."
 
As Bernadette

Yes, a far cry. My mind turns back to my farm with sadness. I certainly wasn't pampered there much. But when my mother and father lived, it was a house full of love. If I could just have something to remember them...

I push that away.

And realize how hungry I am. Immediately my mouth waters for chicken, or pork roast or fresh cheese, cold milk. Fresh greens, olives... or roasted peppers... The list of comfort food swims through my mind and I don't know how to choose... fresh buttered bread, olive spread, the local wine or regional ham and small tomatoes? And desserts! Stop!

"My husband, please, I'd like whatever is easiest. I'm so hungry I could eat just about anything!"
 
Leftrons and Rightrhros what delicious pain

Laughing delightly at the pain of their fall to the ground they scramble each one to a delicious tit to begin sucking as their aching heads and bruised bodies throb with beautiful pain. They soon begin an arguement debating which tit tastes better and then realizing they are sharing both through their mentanl tranferance begin to laugh again, tumbling away from the source of their pleasure, begining a wrestling match until they lay exhaused with wide smiles and cum encrusted cocks.

Rahl looks at them disgustly as he rubs his now deflated cock which was still hard during his fall from the stool and having landed full force on the tip ballancing there a minute before giving way and sending him to the floor as well. His cock is cum covered too and he turns to the video screen "Master, he implores, Me thinks we are in need of a bath, all of us, now that we've done our duty and made this fair maiden cum."
 
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Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

To Lina, Rahl, and the disgusting duo *g*:

To the kitchen and prepare this repast for my bride and I," and I mentally rattle off the list of things Bernadette thought of, being this close to her and having shared blood reading her mind was no difficulty at all.

"Lina, be sure they disinfect before touching any food and if they seem to be less than careful in it's preparation you will let me know and you shall have your turn to take revenge on them.
"I will give you a taste of my blood if you do well Lina as a reward and to heal you and ease your pain, until you've earned another painful reward that is."

"Now go my minions."
 
Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

"Sabine, one of you go to the kitchen. Bring a loaf of the freshly baked bread, a jar of the local olive spread and a carafe of wine and two glasses please."

"My pet that snack should hold you until we've finished here and it's time for a full meal for us to enjoy."

OOC: He does eat, unlike the movie vampyres, just needs fresh blood to continue his existance.
 
Acolyte - Sabine - Bernadette

Sabine nods to one of her trio and as Anis departs to the kitchens to prepare the repast, she wonders at the mellow mood of her lord. 'Well no wonder,' she thought, 'we've been squirming with the sexual energy flowing out from the chamber since yesterday.'

Still, she doesn't remember Lina causing such relaxation in him. A sort of ...softness, no, tenderness. Well if this Bernadette makes him happy, it's good for Sabine.

Bernadette smiles and thanks her husband when he orders the snack. As hungry as she was for him earlier she's now hungry for food. Despite his blood she's imbibed, her body still needs sustenance.

When Anis returns with the tray, Sabine pours wine for them both and even smiles at Bernadette.
 
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I lay and watch as you eat as only those slaked and fulfilled can eat, with a contolled ravenous hunger and a bit of a wicked gleam in your eyes.

"Does the food please you my pet? Is it tasty and filling and does it prepare you for the meal to come without filling you too much?"


"Sabine you may shave me now and Anis you did so well you may shave my buttocks and check for any stubble around my anus with your tongue."
 
Bernadette

"It's delicious," she manages to say around a mouthful of bread.

The food was excellent and as Bernadette cleared her mouth with a large swallow of wine, she sputtered, coughed and sputtered again which rather predictably led to the giggles.

She giggles and hicks trying to recover and coughs until her body does what physics tells us it will do... to wit - force equals reaction.

She passes gas. Not a little lady-like poof... but a hugely echoing bull moose fart that is amplified by the marble she sits upon. The series of bubbles that rises to the surface is very impressive.

And Bernadette is mortified. The giggles are stopped like someone choked them off and her whole body flushes with embarrassed color.

Sliding quickly into the water, she's determined to stay under forever.
 
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Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

I sit not shocked or horrified, but surprised and in fact tickled..figuratively speaking.

The deep full, well as much as I can see, body flush delights me as does the horrified look of shock on your face.

Even under water you can hear the gales of laughter from me, as once more you've made me laugh nearly uncontrollably.

Still laughing my hands close on your shoulders and pull you up and against my chest. Laughing still I stroke your slick, wet body as I begin to calm down and gasp out, between laughs and chuckles, "You've done it again my precious pet and all over a natural bodily function.
"You and I both know eating and drinking can produce gas," still chuckling, "whether a belch or flatus is the only difference.
"As I once heard ages ago.. "Tis better to belch or fart and bear the shame, then to hold it in and bear the pain." so you see sweet innocent Bernadette there's nothing to be concerned about."
 
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As Bernadette

NO... I think as he pulls me up and against his chest that still shakes with his laughter.

Embarrassed is a mild word for what I feel. I swear I can still hear it echo. Then I start to laugh. Good lord, but I feel foolish.

When my laughter dies, I realize how good he feels against me. His arms around me, the water making him soft and slick. I slide my arms around him and move my face to his neck and taste him there. Then I move to kiss his lips, that are still smiling at me.
 
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