In the castle of Count Istvan Ravenloft, Price of Translyvania

OOC: Here goes. Let me know if it's what you were thinking.

Cara:
I lay there, my face stinging from his slap. I knew I had disobeyed him, but the groom was so good, and Master hadn't pleasured me in so long. It wasn't as though we had sex, just tasted weach other. But he seemed furious, I vaguely wondered what he had done to the groom, but didn't really care. He had just been a cock and mouth to please my slutty needs.
I swore and cussed, trying to seem brave. But this wasn't our usual game. Normally it was the two of us and he taunted and teased me into ecstasy. This new creature looked scared, and beaten. It would be easy to work around her frailities and get what I wanted. I bet she had never even been with a woman, or a man before. I licked my lips at her, noting her blush. I was right. Haha. And he thought to punish me this way.
 
Lada fought back the tears that stung her eyes and threatened to spill. What could her Lord have been thinking to try to place her in a position of power? She lived a simple life, both when with her parents and even now at the castle. She was used to serving, not demanding.

Istvan placed his switch in Lada's little hand, and closed his around it. He brought their arms high into the air and crashing back down upon Carra's right breast.

"Owwww! What the fuck are you doing?!?" Carra cried out. "Are you fucking nuts?"

"Silence child!" Istvan shot back. "I've had enough of your mouth little one."
 
"That's not what you said earlier, is it. Or can't you keep up with me any more? You need something like this soft bitch now. Can't handle the real thing." I sounded tough, but wondered if I had gone too far with that last remark.
 
Istvan:

Istvan's hand twitched, Carra could tell that He wanted to hurt her. But he stepped back with a smile, He knew she was simply trying to bait him. This was Lada's day, not His. "Now my little Lada, you have seen Carra around the castle have you not? She has sloughed off her responsibilities upon you in the past has she not? Leading to a punishment or two, correct? And now she calls you a soft bitch? Is she in any place now to be calling you such things?" Istvan was behind Lada again, trailing his fingers along her spine, where she had once felt the bitter bite of the lash because of Carra. Istvan's fingers triggered the memory of that day for Lada and she quaked under His touch.

"And here she is my little flower, naked and vulnerable to you... Think of what you could do to her..." Istvan breathed against Lada's slim neck, his eyes taunting Carra.
 
How dare he! I was his lover, the one he returned to over and over. Not some soft, whiney bitch who never had a tough day in her life. But he was right, I had slacked off and found ways to blame her in the past. How like him to know every detail in his home, our world. My heart quaked a little, wondering how far he would let her go.
"See her hesitate? She can't do it. Put her here and see me handle the whip. Show that lily virgin body what it is to squirm and beg. Give it up Master, she will never be a Mistress. Give her to the back servants and take me yourself."
I could see him behind her, his eyes glistening in the torch light. Yes, I had been right in what he wanted. She would need taunting to bring her to perfection. After the first strike or two it would come from her naturally, or else she would be thrown to his servants.
 
Lada winced as she remembered the day she spent in this very dungeon, taking a punishment that should have belonged to Carra. That was the day she slipped into complete submission. Fear had absorbed her. After all, if she could get punished for someone else's mistakes, then anything was possible.

As Istvan's finger ran down her exposed spine, she remembered the biting sting the leather strap had caused. She also remembered the great furry that shone on her Lord's face and burned in his eyes. She had never seen him that angry before. He spat a dictionary of swear words at her as he brought the strap crashing down on her back, breaking skin.

Shuddering, Lada fought to escape the memory. Carra spoke again, "This sniveling little bitch won't ever please you the way I can Master. Place her here on the table. Let me show you what I can do!"

Hearing that was all Lada needed. "You should die for what I've been put through!" she screamed. She lifted the switch, that just the pervious night had fallen upon her, and let it fall upon Carra. It struck her along the ribs, just below her right breast. Carra screamed. Imitating what her Lord had said last night, she said, "The more vocal you become, the harder I'll whip!"

Lada brought the switch down on Carra's body three more times, the last breaking skin. Pleased, and slightly impressed, Istvan clasped his hand over Lada's, stopping a fourth blow. "That will do for now little one. You did good. Now leave my dungeon and finish your chores."

"Yes M'Lord," Lada said softly as she left the room.
 
It worked, she flashed out at me in fury, anger. I even cried out, not quite expecting it so soon. She let fall over and over, hopefully not leaving permanent marks.
Carra had never taken punishment like this from another woman, it didn't have the same effect, but still. The helplessness, the demanding submission, the loss of control over events aroused her.
Master ordered her away, praisning her. I bit my lip to stop the tears that wanted to form. He did not approve of tears.
"The filthy bitch. See Master, it worked didn't it? Now, let me down and let me love you, the way I know I can."
 
OOC: We might as well wait for Jason now? He has a LOT of catching up to do! Hee hee hee
 
OOC: Like I have a choice in waiting? but can you throw a blanket over me, this dungeon is damn chilly.
 
Istvan:

Without a word Istvan went to Carra's side and unshackled her. She immediatly tried to throw herself upon Him, empassioned by the small taste Lada had given her. Istvan slipped a rough hand about her neck and forced her back down upon the table. Carra stared up into His eyes with shock. "You are growing bothersome Carra... I know you know how to get to me, and you use that knowlege well... For that I am afraid that I will have to keep you down here until you die." Istvan hissed as he ran His free hand down the length of her stomach, over the fresh welts that Lada had given her. "I cannot have you telling the other servants my weaknesses after all..." He was making excuses. She knew that He craved what she had to offer and that He did not get it as often as He would like. The true reason He was condeming her to emprisonment in the dungeon was so that He could taste her dark pleasures at a whim. He let loose of Carra's neck and pressed His lips to her flesh as His fingers found her wet cunt.
 
My arms went around him, pulling him to me, knowing what he wanted. But he twined his fingers in my hair and pulled my head away. I saw his eyes. And heard his words.
No. I silently begged him. No, don't leave me here. I am afraid of the dark, you know that, you know that!!! My mind screamed. He wouldn't, couldn't leave me here.
His fingers found my pussy and thrust inside, with no warning. My body shuddered at his touch, one hand stroking the welts she had left me. This was her doing. This change in him. I would seek her out and kill her, no. There was worse I could do, and I would.
But for now all I could do was lean against him as his hands ravaged me. I humped his hand, then reached for a kiss. But he pulled away, coldly watching as his fingers, those fingers that knew me so well, sought out and demanded a reaction. I was soon so close to cumming, so close I knew I had to beg for release.
"Please. master, sweetheart..." letting my voice wheedle and plead. "Please let me cum. Let me pleasure you. Please."
 
Istvan:

Merciously fingering Carra, Istvan growled throatly. Her pleading was yet another thing that He could not resist. She was climaxing as Istvan forced His fingers deep into her. The walls of her cunt were franticly fluttering against His viscious probing, but he would not kiss her, instead His mouth bit at her breast hard, sending her into a world of excruciating pleasure. She was coming so hard that she had His fingers traped. He could not pull them free, so He stayed at her breast. "Thats it my rampant little slut! Let the power of your passion consume you!" Istvan hissed against Carra's breast as he unclenched his teeth, licking and sucking gently now. Her cunt was still working His fingers but she was begining to relax again.
 
Little Lada felt the passion between her Lord and Carra as she watched their action from the partly closed dungeon door. The carnal lust between the two was quite intoxicating. She felt a longing in her loins...
 
Istvan:

Looking up from His play Istvan saw Lada. "Ah, Lada, child! You have returned! And of your own will no less, you do not know how much this pleases me!" Istvan slipped his fingers from Carra's cunt as he walked over to Lada. He licked His fingers clean as He took Lada by the wrist and brought her back to the foot of the table Carra's legs were still bound down to. "I trust your chores are done..." He said flatly as He ran His fingers through her hair. "Did you like what you saw? Would you like to make her cum again?" Istvan said silkily as he gave Carra a mocking look. "After all Carra here isn't going anywhere... Are you my dear?" Istvan made sure that Lada had the perfect veiw of Carra's dripping cunt as his hot hands forced her to lean down. He stood behind her and she could feel the rock hardness of His cock against her hip. "Oh god! He is forcing me down against Carra!" Lada thought in panic.
 
He simply thrust harder and ground the heel of his hand against me, knowing it would throw me over the edge. Then he bent and bit into my breats, catching the nipple. I cried out, my hands holding him where he was as my body orgasmed. Over and over I shook as I rode it, as his hands cruelly twisted and thrust, his mouth continuing its ravaging of my soft breast. Then just as suddenly he pulled back.
"Ah, Lada, child! You have returned! And of your own will no less, you do not know how much this pleases me!"
What? The sneaking bitch! How dare she watch me. I longed to reach for her and rip her hair out. I had never felt such pure animal anger before. He lightly touched her, stroking her softly. He had never touched me that way, even in the beginning. Why, how was she different?
"Did you like what you saw? Would you like to make her cum again?"
No. Never. I would never cum for her. This lily sweet whore would never make me cum. I needed his hands only. I reached and grabbed for one, but he slapped my face and told me to behave.
I was so enraged I couldn't see through the tears filling my eyes.
 
Ravenloft said:
"Oh god! He is forcing me down against Carra!" Lada thought in panic.

Little Lada's face was inches from Carra's pussy now. She could smell its musk and almost feel it's wetness. She blushed at the embarrassment of being so close to another woman's sex.

"Go a head my little one," Istvan began, "taste her as you tasted yourself last night!" He firmly held her face inches from Carra.

"Don't you dare you little fuckin' bitch!" Carra spat. "If you so much as touch me in that way I'll fuckin' kill you!"

"Don't worry my child," Istvan said, stroking Lada's hair lovingly. "I'm here. Nothing will happen to you. Taste. Enjoy..."

Slowly Lada brought her mouth right up to Carra's pussy and slid her tongue out....
 
Istvan:

Istvan stepped directly behind Lada as she tentativly ran her tongue along Carra's open, wet cunt. Carra spat obcenity after obcenity at Lada, treatening her life. That is until Istvan shot her a blood chilling look of warning. Istvan spread Lada's legs apart as He kept her held down against Carra's cunt. She felt Him moving to fuck her from behind and she wanted to cry, she knew instinctively that He would make it hurt. "I will make you a creature of passion yet my little Lada!" Istvan hissed against her ear as He quickly thrusted into her tight, virgin hole for the first time.
 
Lada cried out in pain as she felt herself being ripped open. "Noooooooo!" she begged.

"Silence Lada," Istvan said. "You were put here, on this earth, for one reason my dear. And that reason is to please Me!"
 
I swore and screamed. There was no way I wanted this bitch touching me. But then he shot me his "shut the fuck up" look and I stopped. I didn't like the idea. I was afraid of what he was doing. And I saw the look in her face, the fear, the terror. Then I saw what he was doing and laughed. It spiraled and I couldn't stop. I heard her screams into my pussy, his hand still holding her to me. She shot me a look a complete terror and pleading.
For the first time in years I felt a stirring. I knew how he could be, knew she would love it, love him. Crave him... die or kill for him. I had. But, I was different. I had grown into this with him. She was so young, and so scared. So naive and inoccent. I felt myself drawn to protect her.
But it was too late. With one thrust he broke into her, her screams and cries buried in my pussy, her teeth biting and hurting me, drawing blood I would later find out. I bit my lip and bore it. No, this bitch deserved it. She thought herself better then me.
And she was. He thrust over and over, his cock soon covered in her blood. His rage and desire causing him to dig his nails into her ass, leaving trails of blood as he shifted. His other hand forced her so hard onto me she couldn't breath. I felt her struggles lessening, and tried to shift. I managed to give her a little space. I even lifted her face up a bit, trying to make it look mike I was forcing her. I hoped he was too busy with his passion to notice.
 
Istvan:

It had been so long since He had taken a virgin that Istvan completely lost all trace of reason. He was a grunting animal on Lada's back, nothing mattered to him other than his release. Not even when Lada's face was burried so tightly against Carra's cunt that she began to suffocate did He let up. Carra's movements caught His attention though, and he gripped Lada by her hair, forcing her down against Carra once more. "Fill her with your tongue!" He demanded in a rasping voice. Even through her haze of terror Lada could hear the quiver in His voice. She tried to ignore the pain his cock was causing her, not only was it from her hymen being ripped asunder but from the burns she had sustained from the candles. She tried to loose herself but Istvan kept returning her to her mind and to her pain with a gruff yank of her hair when He saw that she was growing lethargic.
 
He had frightened me before, but this animal lust had me worried, not for myself, but for what he was doing to this girl. He pushed her face back into my pussy, though I kept trying to let her have a little room. He growled and grabbed her hair pulling her face away and then pushing it back. I could no longer think much. Was to worried about what he was doing to her. His cock was streaked with blood and his hands were ripping at her hair and ass.
I had to distract him, no, had to make him lose final control and cum. Then he would relax.
"Feel that tight pussy Master? Feel it caressing and sucking at your cock. She was begging for it wasn't she. Fuck her good Master. She thought she was so much better then you, but she is just a fuck slut. Take that virgin cunt and make it yours. Make her cry, the bitch. Let me take her head so you can hold her ass tighter. Thats better. What a white ass she has Master. Spank it. Slap it and feel how that feels to your cock inside. She's a good pussy licker. Keep licking my pussy, bitch."
He had relinqushed her hair to me and I pretended I was forcing her to my pussy, moving her head make and forth to look like she was obeying, but making surer she had breathing space. I knew dirty talk turned him on.
"See her bending to you. See this bitch giving her virginity to you? Isn't she tight? Isn't she sweet. Lick my pussy bitch. Make me cum with Master. He is going to fill your tight pussy with his cum, anytime he wants. You will learn to give him whatever he asks for. See us Master. Your new slut eating me, your little slave. Your bitches here begging for you to cum on us. Fill her Master. Fuck her harder, harder. Grab her tight ass and make her scream into me."
I could see it was working and hoped he would cum soon, and leave us.
 
Istvan:

Had it not been for the feel of little Lada's quaking body beneath Him, completely at His comand Istvan would have had the presence of mind to know what Carra was doing. Her words made it to his ears as He relinquished Lada's hair. He took her full by the hips, his finger nails digging into her soft skin. He could only grunt now, like a rutting bull. He was an animal, nothing more... Lada felt the sudden surging of His cock inside of her, even through the mind numbing haze of pain. He was cumming inside of her as he threw himself over her body with an inhuman growl of release, his teeth bit into her shoulder hard.
 
Lada's body went numb as she tried to shut out the pain and humiliation she felt. She looked up at Carra with her watery eyes and silently mouthed, "thank you". She was surprised at the amount of compassion that Carra could feel towards anyone...let alone her. She smiled softly and rolled her tongue across Carra's clit to extend her thanks.

Carra let a slight moan escape her lips. She couldn't believe that Little Lada was actually getting into what she was doing. She gasped once she felt Lada's tongue slip inside her. Lada had a natural skill to her. Her soft, tender touches were quite different than Master's.

Istvan growled as his seed began to spill inside Lada's little body. He leaned forward, sliding his hands under her to cup her tits and pinch her nipples, and his mouth clasped around her left shoulder sharply as his teeth penetrated her skin. his body shook for a few more minutes.

Lada, trying to fight off the pain she felt all over her body, slid her tongue deeper into Carra, sending her into a screaming orgasm. Unaware that her actions were like that of their Master's, Carra's fingers slid through Lada's hair and twisted sharply. She drew Lada closer to her, trying to get her whole face into her.

Lada controlled her breathing through a small gap leading to her nose, closed her eyes, and concentrated on pleasing her possible newfound ally...

[Edited by Tiggs on 01-16-2001 at 03:49 AM]
 
His intensity infuriated me. There had been a time when all he needed was me, and what I could give him. But now, now he needed this little bitch. But her eyes looking up to me reminded me of another little girl, one so lost and afraid she had willingly committed her body, and soul, to the creature now raping the woman in front of him. Now whatever he asked of her she would willingly do. Then my thoughts flew as I felt her tongue licking me gently, or trying to as he drove deeper into her. Her silently worded thanks had upset me. Why did I want to protect her, help her adjust? She was just another of his sluts, his whores to be used and thrown away.
His body convulsed, releasing his seed deep within her, throwing himself on her back and biting down. it forced Lada's mouth onto me and she drove her tongue within my pussy. Amazingly my body reacted setting off on an orgasm. Only the bonds holding me to the table kept us from collapsing as I grabbed her hair and forced her to finish me. It was only as I was descending I realized I had acted as him, and it tore my tattered heart.
 
Istvan:

Istvan pulled free of Lada's tight and bloodied cunt, leaving the sore and spent little child breathing weakly against Carra's drenched pussy. She didn't even have the strength to stand... Istvan came back to her with a bowl of water and a towel. He cleaned himself of her virgin blood then set the towel against her, the water was cold, cold as the dungeon's biting air... After Istvan had washed the both of them to a respectable clenliness He set the bowl of red tinted water next to Carra and lifted Lada to her feet proper. He pointed to the bowl and commanded her to wash Carra as well.
 
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