The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The cockerel greeted the day somewhere in the distance while blackness still hung outside Cassia’s window. She stretched under the covers. Her body was quite sore from the last two days’ activities with Vel. Sore, but good. She yawned and blinked into the darkness of her room. So much to do! She somehow had to host a magnificent wedding for her eldest daughter, navigate the sycophants that had already begun to arrive, and find some time to give her son a vent for his curse. She shivered. He had vented so much inside her the last two days.

“You’re awake.” A deep voice rose from the far, dark corner of her room.

Cassia sat up in a fright and clutched her covers to her naked breast. “Who’s there?”

With a bright spark, an oil lamp sprung to life in the darkness. It bathed the room in a warm glow. “Do you not recognize your husband?”

“Gallio?” Cassia blinked her eyes. Her stomach twisted in knots. She’d just been thinking about the great joys Vel had given her with his cock, and now her stern, faithful husband sat feet away. She cast her eyes down. “By what magic are you here?”

“By no magic but the knowledge a man has of his own house.” Gallio sat stiffly in the chair, a black cloak wrapped around him. He carefully scrutinized his wife. “Or have you forgotten that I am the duke of Ostia Novus?”

“Vel is the duke of—” Cassia was cut off by her husband’s sharp, barking laugh.

“Have you replaced me with my fool of a son?”

Cassia’s heart froze. Did he know? Would he murder her on the spot? She risked a look up into the man’s face. His visage was harder than she remembered, but he had no malice there. He did not know. “Of course, not. And Vel is no fool. He’s—”

“Soft. Our son is soft. When I return to my fiefdom, I will not let things slide so.” Gallio could see his wife hid something from him. Perhaps she was just trying to be brave in the face of all that had beset them. If only she knew how their lives all hung on the edge of a blade.

“So, you are not returning for the wedding?” Cassia’s brow wrinkled in confusion. Why was he here if not to reclaim his seat? “The queens?”

“The queens still seek to do me harm. I am here now because you wrote that Vel was sick and you needed me. I came at great risk.” Gallio leaned forward in the chair. “Was it the sorceress? I have come to believe my father was duped by her.”

The conversation ahead was a path overgrown with thorns. How was Cassia to answer such a thing? As her mind spun, she became aware of Gallio’s familiar stare. She couldn’t take too long, or he would know she spoke lies. “He was quite sick and confined to his room. But he took a turn for the better and has resumed his duties. Your children are well.”

“Not Fortinbras,” he said with a sour frown. “You could not send word of Vel’s recovery before I raced home? Foolish woman. If they catch me …” He shook his head.

“I am sorry. But it is wonderful to see you.” Cassia forced a smile. She was still holding the covers over her breasts. How odd that she should be so demure around her husband. “I love you, Gallio, and I am eager to have your help now that you are here.”

“Prepare yourself for disappointment.” Gallio stood. “If all is well with Vel, I will be away. I will watch the castle from a safe distance. If you find yourself in trouble, send a signal from the east tower.” He reached for the lamp and extinguished the flame. The room fell into darkness again. “Watch the sorceress, and do not let your guard down at the wedding. I know not why the queens changed the date, but it arrives on a foul breeze. They seek to lure me here. I should not have come.”

“Wait! What do you know, Gallio? What did they do to Fortinbras? Is he still alive? Gallio?” Cassia fumbled in the dark for her own lamp. She sparked it and looked around the room. There was no trace of her husband. The windows and the door remained closed. He must have some hidden passage connected to their room. She shivered. How could she meet with Vel again when her husband could be spying from the walls? Her mind spun. There were too many moving pieces to the puzzle of her life.

After several minutes, a soft knock sounded at the door.

“Cassia? I mean, Your Grace? It is Norbana. Come break your fast with me.” The girlish voice had some urgency to it.

Curse that interfering woman. Cassia climbed out of bed and slowly dressed. “Good morning to you, Lady Norbana.” Faint tendrils of violet hit the horizon outside. It was time to rise. She moved to the door to greet her friend.

“We can’t today, Vel.” Cassia pushed her son away. He’d found her alone in one of the guest rooms as she reviewed the readiness of their accommodations. The heat of his touch tugged at the foundations of her will, but she managed to push him away.

“And why is that, Mother? I’ll be quick.” He kissed her rosy, round cheek.

“Shh. No more of that talk.” She looked around the room wildly, her eyes darting back and forth.

“What’s wrong?” He scrunched up his mouth in confusion. “Is Bantia your duchess now? She can wait for you a few more minutes.”

“Enough, Vel.” Cassia’s voice rose in exasperation. She backed into a corner. “Do not touch me or speak of such things. It is not your sister. It is your father.”

“What of my father?” Vel took a step back and lifted his eyebrows. His cock was still hard as steel, but his mind tried to grasp back the reigns of thought from his baser inclinations.

“He was here this morning,” she hissed. “And while he does not suspect … that … particular thing, he suspects something. And he moves in the castle in a way I did not know. He’s almost certainly gone now, but still.”

“My father was here?” Vel tried to sort through her words. “Am I still the duke? Wait, how does he move?”

“He came to check on you. I wrote him when you were … sick.” Cassia looked around the room again. “He moved through secret passages. Which I would try to discover today if not for the world falling down around me. He is still in hiding. I am to signal him from the east tower if …” Cassia went very still. She heard a faint tap on the door. Not a knock. Something far less than that.

“What?” Vel watched her, perplexed. “Secret passages? I—” he stopped talking when she narrowed her eyes at him and held her finger over her lips.

“I’m missing a servant today, Vel. And the poulter says the goose shipment is delayed. We’ll have to change the pie courses if those geese do not arrive.” She said this all loudly and nodded to him that someone was at the door. She hoped he understood.

“Lamprey and goose, those are Bantia’s favorites. How dreadful.” Vel took her cue and moved toward the door. “After all what’s good for the goose …” He was now just saying nonsense as he moved lightly across the room. He wished very much Dellia was by his side. “… is good for the poulter.” He opened the door quickly.

Clearly caught off balance at the sudden loss of door, Norbana Uticensis stumbled into the room. She wore a sensible stola, as if she were applying herself to practical matters. And she held something in her hand. It was a glass cup attached to a long tube. A listening device.

“Shit. Come in.” Vel pulled her into the room, and checked the corridor. She was alone. He closed the door and turned to face her. “You were eavesdropping.”

“I … I …” Norbana was normally a pretty woman, but her blanched, frightened expression made her appear a specter before them.

“Spying is the better word for it.” Cassia looked the woman up and down. “You better search her for weapons, Vel, before we question her.”

“Before we what?” Vel couldn’t quite keep pace with the day.

“She must be Vulpes. Sent by the queens to spy on us. And as her luck would have it, she got an earful I’ll wager.” Cassia’s face darkened. “And to think I thought you an old friend.”

Vel patted the woman down. She was quite curvy, so he had to check the hidden areas under her breasts. Giving the circumstances, it was less alluring than one would expect.

“How dare you touch a lady like that.” She slapped at his shoulders, but he shrugged her off.

“I am your duke, lady.” He found a dagger strapped to her thigh. He lifted her stola and removed the weapon, letting his fingers linger on her olive skin.

Norbana shivered at the duke’s hideously pale touch. These northerners were so ugly. She couldn’t believe Cassia had married one. “Oh.” She let out a little exclamation of surprise. A warmth moved up her leg into her core as the duke’s fingers lingered on her thigh. The feeling hit her out of the blue, and temporally made her forget her predicament.

“That’s all there is.” Vel stood straight and placed the knife on a side table. He exchanged a glance with his mother. “What should we do?”

“I will step out and find Lord Lars.” Her eyes trailed down to where his robes concealed that great leviathan. “You may begin questioning her as you see fit.”

“I have little training in interrogation. Perhaps the guard should—” Vel took a step back from the trembling woman.

“I’m not sure who to trust, Vel. And you’ve developed new skills. Use them.” She arched her eyebrow meaningfully. It was not ideal, but she had experienced his curse firsthand. It should work. Desperate times, desperate measures.

“You mean …” His eyes went round.

Cassia nodded. “But go slow and perhaps Lord Lars should be here for this. It might spur his cooperation to bear witness.” She paused at the door, thinking. “Do you trust cousin Dellia?”

“I do.” Vel nodded.

“Will your new skills shock her? I mean, we need someone to keep Lord Lars in place while you question Lady Norbana. We can’t have him running away when …” Cassia shrugged.

“Wait … I heard nothing. I was only curious. I am not Vulpes.” Norbana looked back and forth between them, her eyes very wide. She should never have taken the queens’ commission. But it was too much coin to turn down. It was clear the duchy of Ostia Novus meant to torture her and have her husband watch. “Please don’t.”

“Dellia will not be shocked.” Vel ignored Norbana and answered his mother.

Cassia cocked her head at her son. Had he taken Dellia, too? Of course, he had. “I will not be here for this.” Cassia gave her ex-friend a cool stare. “I’ll send Dellia and Naevia with Lord Lars. You can handle this, Vel. You must.” She had little faith her gentle Vel could actually torture the spies. But after the past few days, she had supreme confidence in his curse.

“What do we need to know?” Vel’s face was a little more pale than usual. He swallowed hard.

“Find out what they know of your father and of us. And what they have reported. That is most important.” Cassia put her hand on the door handle. “If we’re lucky, they haven’t yet signaled that Gallio was here.”

“Gallio was here? Will he be at the wedding?” Norbana steepled her hands in front of her chest. “Please, I was only being a bit nosey. I don’t know anything, I swear.”

“While you do this, I will have the sorceress ferret out any other spies. These can’t be the only ones,” Cassia said to Vel. “I won’t let them catch your father.”

“Not the sorceress. We sent her to Minerva’s Library.” Vel sat down on the edge of the guest bed, eyeing their prisoner. As he thought about what his mother asked, his confidence rose, and so did his cock. He could do this.

“Well, then, I’ll alert the seneschal. And do some digging myself. Bantia will have to plan on her own this day.” Cassia turned the handle and strode out. “Expect the others soon.” She closed the door and disappeared.

Silence filled the room. Dust motes hung in the air, almost like fireflies where they floated by the window’s morning light. They were high in the south tower, and Vel could see far out to the horizon on a sea doted by sails. “So, Lady Norbana, what are we going to talk about?” His blue-eyed gaze drifted over to the trembling woman.

The library ceiling arched several stories over Brynhild’s head. The walls around her were covered with a mottled façade of books. Their spines were mostly in browns and reds. A few glittered here and there. But Brynhild cared little for the aesthetics of the place. She sat hunched in a chair built for smaller people, at a table too low for her legs. A ball of light floated in the air above the book on Hekate she had open. “Pluto’s light indeed,” she muttered as she turned a page.

“Excuse me, Mistress.” A servile voice came from across the table.

“Yes?” Brynhild looked up. It was the footman with a friend in the palace. “Good news, I hope?”

The servant bowed. “I had drinks as you asked and it is ready.” She had asked them not to speak plainly of their plans to rescue Merope. The man hoped he’d followed her orders well.

“That is good news.” Brynhild cocked her head. “Return to the others and tell them that all is set. Tomorrow as the sun hits its zenith?”

“It will be open.”

“Very good.” She held out her hand. “The coin you didn’t use, please.”

The footman retrieved a pouch about half as light as it once was and placed it in her palm. “Thank you so much for your help, Mistress. We cannot wait to rescue Prin—”

Brynhild snapped with her left hand, and the man instantly went mute. “Let’s be more careful, shall we? Run along now. You’ll be able to speak again by the time you reach the castle.” She watched him turn and scurry away. Things were shaping up. She turned her head back to the book and continued reading about the goddess of old magic.

“I’m new to this. Are you?” Vel still sat on the edge of the bed.

Norbana still stood on the other side of the room watching him like he was a snake about to strike. “I have never been t … t … tortured,” she stuttered.

“You’re a spy. A Vulpes. You’ve never been questioned? Interrogated?” Vel was actually quite curious. He wasn’t sure exactly how the whole thing worked. “How did you and your lord come to work for the queens?” He stood and slowly ambled toward her.

“I don’t work for them. But … but … I am loyal to the crown.” She backed as far into the corner as she could go. He was so tall and pale. So ungainly. He walked in an odd way, like his billowing robes were too tight for him. Her husband could take this man in a fight. It was good Cassia was sending Lars to them. And in the company of two women? Surely, Lars could handle the lot. Norbana was a refined woman, without any martial training. But her husband was a man of the hunt, and he had fought in several skirmishes. She had to stall until Lars arrived.

“You’re loyal to Princess Minicia then?” Vel closed to within a few feet of her and stopped. What an odd day he was having.

“Yes, yes, Princess Minicia and the queens that serve her.”

“I’m starting to suspect that they don’t serve the princess at all. I mean, has anyone seen her lately? It’s just a theory, but they may have her under lock and key.” Vel reached out to touch her cheek with his fingertips and she flinched away from him.

“Blasphemy. Those are traitorous words,” she spat at him.

“Will you report me then?” Vel closed the gap between them, reached down, and took hold of the back of her neck. He used just enough force to keep his grip as she wriggled.

“I will not. Just let me … go.” Norbana’s skin crawled under the touch of this nineteen-year-old man. She struggled. But then her body slowed. Heat crept up her neck and moved over her skull. Her urge for flight faded. The warmth seeped into her and felt … almost … alluring. “I’m not … a … spy.” Her chest rose and fell as she gasped for breath. Her body responded like she’d just run a race. It was her fear, she reasoned. She put a hand up on his arm, but didn’t push or pull as she’d intended. She simply held him firmly, as he held her like a bitch might hold a puppy, by the scruff. She was as helpless as a puppy, too.

“You do know that the queens would torture and murder my father, if they found him, right?” Vel leaned back and picked the knife up off the end table. He held it up.

“Don’t hurt me. I mean your father no harm.” She wriggled again at the sight of her own dagger. “I am not a Vulpes. But I know of them. I can tell you—” She sucked in her breath as he moved the dagger toward her chest. He carefully cut one shoulder strap, and then the other. Just as he’d seen Dellia do to the sorceress. Her stola fell down, exposing her chest band. Despite the pleasant heat that moved through her body, her fear surged again. But she dared not struggle with the dagger so close.

“Tell me what you reported to the queens. What do the Vulpes know of my father, my mother, and me?” He pulled the blade away from her skin. He did not want to accidentally hurt her. He was trying to appear as tough as Dellia, but his own fear moved through him with the blade out in the open. He realized he would be hard pressed to kill a person, even one that had tried to sell out his family. “Tell me now.”

“I don’t know anything. I—aaahhhhh.” She screamed as he pulled on and then sliced her chest band. It took a second for her to realize she had shed no blood, but that her breasts now hung free. She had every urge to cover them up, but his grip kept her motionless. “Okay, okay, I have heard rumors. Rumors about you and your sister. That the northern sorceress has her hooks into you. That you are marionettes.”

“What?” Of all the things for her to say, Vel hadn’t expected this. “Okay, that’s a start.”

“Will you put the knife away?”

“Hmmmm …” Vel was still playacting at the hardened torturer when he wanted the dagger away from them as much as she. He eyed her boobs. They were quite large, and sloped down her chest in a way similar to his mother’s. Her areola were wide, dark, and low. Her chest rose and fell with her ragged, heavy breaths. Should he feel bad to be so hard on this woman? No, she would have murdered his father for money. Or, he thought, if she learned and reported what he’d been doing with his mother, sister, and cousin, she might have them all executed. His cock was his real weapon. He tossed the dagger onto the bed. “No more knife.” His hand now free, he trailed his fingers along the blue veins just under the skin of her breast.

“What … what are you doing … to me?” Norbana leaned back into the wall, her body going rigid with pleasure. The heat spread from her right boob to her left. “You’re a filthy … pasty … northerner. Get your hands … off me.” But even without a weapon in his hands, she didn’t push him away.

“I am a man of the Surround. And your duke.” Vel slowly ran his fingertip around her nipple, and then rolled it between his fingers. He hadn’t really taken the time to tease a woman like this before. He wasn’t sure he was doing it right.

“Once the queens … hear of this … you will no longer … rule,” she said though clenched teeth. Despite herself, she stuck her chest out at him. Offering the breast that had fed her children to this vile, ugly teenager.

“So, you have the queens’ ears, do you?” Vel was careful to keep his right hand on the base of her neck as his left toyed with her. He sensed that was what kept her still. He tugged gently at the nipple. “I’m new to this. Am I doing it right?”

“This … is … torture.” She looked up at him with pleading eyes. He no longer looked so hideous to her. Even with his snow-white skin, she could see he was a handsome young man. And so very tall. He had … a strong male presence.

“Well, I guess I’m on the right track.” Vel heard the door open on the far side of the room. He turned his head to see his sister and Dellia march in with Lord Lars Uticensis between them. Dellia drew her sword as she saw what was happening. She placed it to the lord’s throat before he could reach for a weapon himself.

“Unhand her, northern filth.” Without turning his head, Lars eyed the naked blade resting on his shoulder. “What is the meaning of this?” When Vel stepped away from his wife, he saw that she was topless. His face reddened, his hands clenched into fists, and he trembled with rage. “You will die for what you’ve done to her.”

“You address your duke as, Your Grace.” Dellia’s words were slow and drawn out. Menace spread from every syllable. She calmly searched him for weapons, pulled a short knife from under his belt, and tucked it into hers.

“Northern filth?” Naevia felt like hitting the man upside the head, but she was afraid that might cause him to stumble into Dellia’s blade. They didn’t want him headless. Instead, she closed the door behind them. It didn’t have a lock. She wished for a lock and azure light coalesced around her hands. It then crept into the door and disappeared. When she tried the handle, it wouldn’t budge. She looked at her pale hands. How useful.

“Lady Norbana said very much the same.” Vel stepped over to the bed, picked up the dagger, and tossed it to Dellia. She caught it with her free hand out of the air. “I think they may be racist.”

“Have you forgotten who won you the war?” Naevia stepped over to Dellia’s side and eyed the red-faced man as he clenched his teeth.

Norbana watched the group with dark, darting eyes. Apparently, she’d been a fool to think her husband would be her savior. She covered her breasts with her arm and tried to think. She had gone so pale once the sword came out, one might mistake her for a mongrel with northern blood.

The room was silent for a moment.

“So … um … what we really want to know is what you told your vulpine friends about my father, me, my mother, etcetera.” Vel unfastened his robes and pulled them off. “Tell us now and spare yourselves what happens next.”

“So, it’s to be torture then. You people are pigs.” Lars stood still with Dellia’s blade tickling his neck.

“You people?” Naevia reached over and kicked his shin. Fortunately, Dellia was deft with her sword and moved with Lars as he started at the pain in his leg.

“Don’t do that, Naevia.” Dellia cast her a stern glance.

“Sorry.” Naevia looked over to Vel. “So, what are we doing here? Is this what it looks like?”

“Just as Mother instructed.” Vel sighed. “Are you jealous?”

“Never.” Naevia smiled sweetly at Vel. “Do whatever it takes.”

“Whatever it takes and no more, Vel.” Dellia put in. “I am a little jealous, it seems.” Her smile, directed at Vel, was tight and thin.

“We know nothing. You’re torturing innocent people. Guests of your house. This is an unspeakable …” Lars noticed the great bulge in the front of Vel’s tunic. “What’s that? What’s going on?”

“Blindfold him. I think it’ll be better if he hears all, but cannot see.” Vel turned to Norbana.

“Do something Lars!” Norbana whimpered and shrunk from Vel. She expected him to retrieve the dagger, but he did not. She watched as the duke’s sister tied a blindfold around her husband’s head.

“Be strong, Norbana. They can’t hurt us for fear of the queens’ wrath. Whatever they do to torture us, we shall walk out of here on the other end of it. They—” Lars was cut off by his wife’s shriek.

“Oh, gods. He’s huge.” Norbana shrieked again as Vel continued to undress. All of her tormentor was bigger than it had any right to be, but his penis was an abomination above and beyond. The crimson head looked quite angry, and the veins protruded in a way that reminded her of some feral beast. This was the torture they had in mind. Her body broke out in shivers. “Oh, it’s leaking, it’s leaking horribly.”

“What … what are they doing?” Lars could hear the beastly women next to him snickering.

“What do the queens know? And what do you know?” Vel finished undressing by pulling off his sandals. He placed his hands gently on Norbana’s shoulders. He felt her muscles relax under his touch. “Remove your arm. I’d like to see them again.”

“No.” She shook her head and clutched her breasts tightly.

“You either tell us what we need to know, or you remove your arm.” Dellia called over. She pushed Lars into a chair and leaned on the chair back, her sword fell to her side.

“Do you know what’s coming, Lord Lars?” Naevia could feel her pussy tingling. Vel was about to claim this vile woman. The first woman outside his family to fall. It was splendid. “Actually, tell us nothing now. I want to see what happens.”

“May Pluto take you all.” Lars stared into the blackness of his blindfold. He heard his wife give a startled cry, and then she sucked her breath in. The next noise she made sounded very much like a whimper of pain. He clenched his fists tighter.

Norbana looked down at her left breast in wonder. Her duke suckled at her nipple. She had been so surprised when he had pushed her arm away and crouched down. Now, she experienced a wide spectrum of emotions. Fear and loathing, yes. But also, a strong desire to take care of this strange, pale man. To give him … something … anything. Without thinking, she reached for his face.

“Vel, watch out!” Dellia stiffened as Norbana’s hands moved for her cousin. But he seemed unconcerned. Dellia relaxed as Norbana gently brushed his blond hair off his forehead. Shit, he already had her. He was only sucking on her tit and he had her. Lord and Lady Uticensis had made a fateful decision when they ventured to the duke’s castle. They would surely pay for it with at least their marriage.

“Ooohhhhhh.” Norbana cradled his head with both hands. Her mind pulled in million directions. The urge to protect this man at all costs welled in her. But in the same breath, she swore to herself she would see him destroyed.

“How do they torture you, Norbana?” Lars had never been so helpless.

“I … I … cannot tell you.” The sound of her husband’s voice shocked her mind out of its stupor. She pushed Vel, but found that he held onto her waist and used the force of her shove to spin her onto the bed. She felt his weight fall on her, and he moved from her left breast to her right. “Aaaahhhhhhh.” She gripped the sheets. He kissed all over her breast, playfully biting and licking her tender flesh. That tantalizing heat moved through her, lighting up her nerve endings throughout her body.

“These … are … quite … lovely.” Vel straddled Norbana and sat above her stomach, his balls resting on her sliced stola. He playfully slapped at her tits with his cock, watching the clear fluid smear over her skin and nipples.

“Not in her mouth, Cousin. She’s likely to bite.” Dellia put a hand on Lars’s shoulder and shoved him back into his chair when he tried to stand up.

“Mouth?!?” Lars screamed. “Stop!”

“She won’t bite.” Naevia could plainly see the lust in Norbana’s face. “Do you as you please, Vel.”

“Norbana, what is he doing?” Lars tried to rise again but was roughly pushed down.

“He’s … he’s …” Her husband seemed a world away. She glanced at him, and then back at the approaching cockhead. Her mind was a mush. She knew it was a rationalization, but she still told herself that if she satisfied her duke with her mouth, they could then leave safely. She ignored the thought that there was no satisfying them until they got what they wanted. She understood that they wanted more than the queens’ secrets. “Close your ears, Lars. He’s … mmmmmpppppphhhhhhhh.” She leaned forward a little to take him into her mouth. He hadn’t even forced it upon her. She should not have made her mouth such an easy conquest.

“That’s good … ugh … Lady Norbana.” Vel lied. She clearly wasn’t used to oral sex. Or maybe it was just his size. But it was awkward. She reached up and grabbed his cock with both hands, rhythmically squeezing his girth. Her hands were warm, but he could feel the chill of the iron ring press into his flesh. “Roll your tongue around it.” He listened to her gag and wondered how that sounded to her Vulpes husband. “No, you don’t need to put it all in your mouth. Yes, just the head. Now roll your tongue. There you go. Yes.” He looked down at her face. Normally she was quite pretty, but her face looked silly and distorted with such a large thing between her lips. Her brown eyes rose to meet his blue ones for a moment, and then she shut them tight.

“In case you are as dense as you look, I will tell you what’s happening.” Dellia leaned in close and talked directly into Lars’s ear. “She is learning to suck cock. Annnnddddddd … it looks like she enjoys her first lesson. She’s pumping him with both hands. It’s quite the sight.”

“I’ll murder you all! You will all die a thousand … ow.” Lars winced as something heavy struck his skull.

“Gag him, Cousin.” Naevia looked over at Dellia. “I can’t listen to him anymore.”

“But how will they talk if he’s gagged, and she’s …?” Dellia pointed at the woman on the bed. She was on her back, her head lifted off the covers, and the cock firmly in her mouth.

“I agree with my sister. Let him talk later.” Vel glanced at Dellia and then looked back down at Norbana.

“Sure, I guess.” Dellia had brought several lengths of cloth for binding and such. She tied one to his mouth, and bound him to the chair with the others. It would be better if she didn’t have to keep pushing him back into his chair.

For a while the room fell into a trance. Dellia watched with keen interest the coupling on the bed, but also kept an eye on her prisoner. Naevia’s eyes got rounder and rounder as she took in the sights of her brother’s conquest, and her hand crept under her stola. Lars made the occasional sound of dis-acquiescence into his gag. Norbana hummed and slurped on the great cock. Only Vel spoke, offering the woman little bits of feedback and encouragement.

“I’m … ugh … going to cum … keep working it …” Vel took hold of Norbana’s dark hair at the top of her head, but didn’t push himself in any further.

Norbana had swallowed her husband’s stuff many times, so she thought she was prepared for what was about to happen. Perhaps she was even eager for it. She did not recognize herself. The tempered lady she thought herself was gone. And this new, craving, mewling thing, had somehow replaced her old self. “Mmmmppphhhhhh.” It wasn’t a sound of objection. It was the sound of acceptance. She heard him grunt above her and she opened her eyes. When her husband arrived at his climax, she thought he looked silly, although she’d never told him so. But this young man looked fierce, almost angry. The ugliness she’d seen in him had vanished. He was now damnably alluring. And then the first hot gush hit her tongue and splashed up against her throat. By reflex, she drank. It was a lively brackish libation. It reminded her of a forest cliff very near the sea. Nothing had ever tasted so delicious. She gulped and gulped, but it was too much. She choked and then felt him pull her by the hair so that he was out of her mouth. She closed her eyes again and let the fiery stuff splash over her.

Vel pumped himself over her. When he was done, he looked down at the ruin of a lady. “Will you tell me what you know, now?”

“No.” A sperm bubble formed on her lips with the word. She said it not because she still wanted to refuse this man, but for the inverse. She wanted to see what he would do to her next. Despite her husband’s braying into his gag not feet away, she only thought about her duke at that moment.

“I was hoping she’d say that.” Dellia glanced at Naevia for a reaction, but her cousin was too busy fiddling with her pussy. A new surge of envy moved through Dellia. Why was she on guard duty? It wasn’t her fault she was the bravest and the strongest. She dipped her lips close to Lars’s ear. “Let me paint you a picture. Your racist wife is now a fucking plaything for the duke. She’s covered in cum, and she’s helping him remove the rest of her clothes. Now she’s on her back again. Oh, I don’t think she’s forgotten you. She looked quickly your way before spreading her legs. She’s wiping the cum out of her eyes to get a better look at my cousin.” Dellia smiled as the man screamed into his gag. “If you’re saying you wish to tell us everything now, I’m sorry to say I can’t understand you. But you will tell us everything. Eventually. I say let’s not rush things. Well, well. She’s reaching down and pulling his cock toward her pussy.”

“I … um … heard your father this morning.” Norbana knew she should hold her tongue, but the words spilled out. “And I heard you and your mother talk of him today.” The head of his cock pressed against her nether lips. Her hips bucked of their own accord. “I have yet … aaaaahhhhhhhhh … to … send word … to the queens.” With her husband, she used spit to help him slide in, but she wouldn’t need to do that with her duke. Her wetness practically gushed out of her. “I will tell you the rest … just … ugggghhhhhhh … send my husband away.”

“Dellia?” Vel looked over at his cousin.

“Nah. He stays,” Dellia said. “I don’t want to miss anything. And she’ll tell us everything anyway. They both will.”

“I guess he stays.” Vel looked down at the small woman and pushed into her. She shuddered violently. Her eyes rolled. He pulled back and thrust again. Soon, he had a good, steady pace going. The steady slap of their skin filled the room.

“Oh gods … I’m sorry Lars … I’m sorry … I’m … eeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiii.” She had no idea what hit her nerves, but it felt a thousand tons of ecstasy dropped upon her. Her body flopped and her brain reeled. When it was over, that massive thing was still plunging into her over and over. “What … what … ugh … was that?”

Dellia laughed. She looked to Naevia to share her mirth, but her petite cousin was too lost in her own lust to notice anything but what was taking place on the bed. So, Dellia turned to her captive. “I do believe that your wife doesn’t know about orgasms.” She smiled as he squirmed and made muffled sounds.

“I made you cum … uh … uh … uh … Norbana.” Vel was starting to work up a sweat. “Do you want more?”

Norbana nodded up at him. Her eyes fell and she saw in awe how much he had stretched her. Her boobs rocked on her chest, and her belly shook each time he hit bottom. She would tell him everything. But not now. Words were lost to her. The second orgasm of her life was already starting.

A while later, Vel’s hips lost their rhythm. He thought for a moment if he should make the effort to cum outside her pussy. And then he wondered why he should extend her such a courtesy. He drove into her harder, causing her to shriek and cry. He felt her hands weakly grab his hips and try and pull him in. “Take it, Vulpes. Talk … it … aaaahhhhhhhhhh.” He lodged himself as deep as possible and seeded her womb.

Interrogator and interrogatee hugged each other tightly on the bed. Norbana mewled and mewled, while all that could be heard from Vel was his heavy breathing. After a time, his hips started moving again.

“I’m done with narration, Lars.” Dellia pulled the blindfold off her captive. “Look and see what your wife has become.” She didn’t bother to gauge his reaction. She would take the gag off soon enough, and she was quite confident he would tell them everything.