The Grand Castle! (Jack Stalker and Sensualist)

[Jack Stalker]

The Grand Castle!

Hugh Black laughed to himself a little, chuckling under his breath as he left his limo and entered the main welcoming hall of the castle. The ball had been underway a while of course, it was never fun to arrive early to these things anyway. The throng of guests and the hum of talk and banter was music to his ears as he swaggered into the main hall and took in the look of the place. The count had outdone himself with the debauched appearance of the decor, the masquerade ball giving the place a look as though it had been torn from some gothic horror film. Of course the idea that the meetings here were going to be anything like random was the real joke. The count had basically auctioned off most of the women to the highest bidders and Hugh had paid plenty to get his hands on Anne Harrington, plenty of others had been infuriated at his offer, but it whad been one they could not hope to match. he wanted the flesh of that socialite and he was going to have it, right here, tonight, any fucking way he wanted it. He wasn't trying to get his hands on her money, he wanted her body and he was going to make sure that by the time he had finished with her there would be little doubt in her mind that he was after flesh and fucking, not wealth and company shares.

In truth he couldn't understand how Anne wasn't married by now, still that wouldn't exactly have stopped him anyway. When he saw someone he wanted... he took them. It had been too long since he had been inflamed and engaged enough to hunt down a woman he wanted, it was time to rectify that situation tonight. Anne was going to break a long drought and he did not see any respite for her in the future. Her looks were devastating and all that he currently craved, why should he delay in her defilement? Now, finally, in this remote castle, far from anyone who could interfere, he was going to have her. He was going to bend her to his whims and ensure that her quivering and fragile frame was addicted to him long before dawn crawled up over the horizon. He had already been hard going in, drifting past one of the waitresses and hosts to snatch a couple of glasses of champagne from a tray, now that he had seen her he was raging inside, blood racing and adrenalin pumping as he raped her from head to toe with his eyes. He could only imagine what she was wearing under that dress, its sleek black lines matching the look of his own dark tux. He sipped on his drink and approached her, cutting through the crowd as though he were the count of the castle himself, parting the sea of guests as he zeroed in on the only other person of import in the building.

His own business had shady connections and skirted the law on occasion. A legal firm who bent and twisted laws to the advantage of its clients, laws were valued ahead of justice. Still, here in this place the laws were virtually rewritten to his desires. The rich dominated through money looks and power, and men were born to dominate... no matter how much women tried to play in their world and act as though they could match them. Powerful women in particular, he had found, really only wanted to weed out the lesser men, to force away the poor, needy and hopeful. They wanted to replace them with those who were richer, more powerful and had the arrogance and confidence necessary to take what they wanted. He was one of those men, ready to ravage on a whim. His own mask was a simple black strip, of the sort some highwayman might wear, it complimented the cape he wore about the shoulders of his tux and the crop he carried at his side.

He moved up behind her, reaching around to offer her a drink while shoving up against her, letting her feel the heat of his breath on her neck, the bulk of his cock straining at his pants as it grazed her tight firm ass. "You're mine." he growled simply, his free had now drawing the crop he carried to stroke it against her leg, easing the tip up from her ankle to tease against her thigh. "You need to start walking now, you need to think about where you want to go in this castle.. because when you stop walking I'm going to fuck you. You're mine and I can fuck you where and when I like, but I'm going to give you this one chance to select a more appropriate setting than being fucked like a dog right here on the entry hall flagstones, bent over with your face against the staircase carpet. I'm going to give you a chance to find somewhere you can retain some shred of dignity, when I fuck your brains out. Rest assured, I take full advantage of my partners and the effort I have taken to assure myself of your company... well, I will be denied nothing. Your flesh is mine. Your sweat and your moans as well and I'm going to wrest them from you, make no mistake." he hissed, drawing back his crop to smack it against her ass as he dominated the space behind her...

 

[Sensualist]

The Grand Castle!

Anne Harrington's eyes continuously drifted upwards as she entered the foyer, drawn up the columns towards the vaulted ceiling, the high windows through which the stars were dimly visible, the crystal chandeliers like a paused blizzard of glistening chips, the gold-plated statues lining the ceiling. Her gaze lingered on these, noticing that rather than the usual gargoyles or saints they seemed to depict well-endowed satyrs and lissome nymphs engaged in... a tinge of pink touched her cheeks beneath the black lace of her masque, and a subtle jolt ran through her body, settling in her nipples and between her thighs. Pull yourself together, Anne! she thought wryly. If the statuary alone is turning you on, how are you going to control yourself when the real party starts?

She knew the Count and his parties by reputation, if not in person. They did not travel in the same social circles, but some of their circles did overlap with other circles. Anne had heard rumours, detailed and intriguing rumours of what went on at these soirees, and she was eager to find out the truth of them. The fact that when she handed her invitation to the majordomo she had been told to look for someone in a highwayman's masque left her with little doubt that they were more than mere rumours.

Her eyes still on the statues, Anne noticed long thin silk drapes hanging from them. She followed them down, and realised that there were performers hanging from them – aerialists, nude women and a few men with the bodies of gymnasts, slowly and sensually twisting themselves around the cords, tangling themselves in the folds, writhing up and down. Her plush lips parted in a soft gasp as she stared at the beautiful performers, and she quickly glanced away. Don't gape like a tourist in New York. How gauche!

Anne felt someone bump into her back, and she tossed her long, glossy waves of brunette hair over her shoulder as she glanced back, her chocolate eyes narrowing and lips parting to pronounce a tart excuse me... when she saw that the tall, ruggedly handsome man towering behind her despite her four-inch Louboutins was wearing a highwayman's masque. The young socialite stared for a moment, studying the face around the mask. Wasn't that... Hugh Black, of the Black & Graye law agency? Oh, he looked dashing and roguish and dangerous in that get-up. She knew of him by reputation, too. If he was at the Count's party... if he was wearing that mask... did that mean...? She realised he was talking, and her brain hurriedly caught up with his words.

The first two he spoke, you're mine, struck her hard and deep inside. Anne's lithe thighs clamped together involuntarily as she felt a quiver between them, and suddenly her lacy black panties were soaked. The force and certainty with which he said it... oh, god. Anne's eyes widened, and she gazed back and up at Hugh, suddenly looking every inch the delicate, vulnerable daughter of the elite she was, rather than the suave and sophisticated woman she played the role of. She listened, eagerness and apprehension written on her beautiful features in equal measure as he continued, and her perfect white teeth sank into her full lower lip at his shocking words. They were so lewd, so possessive, she couldn't believe it! Surely he was joking... he wouldn't fuck her here, in public, in front of everyone? Would he? Anne opened her mouth to reply, but all that came out was a gasp as the riding crop dragged up her leg, becoming more of surprise than pain as it snapped against her derrière. She blinked, turned, and began to walk slowly up the stairs, her long slender legs flexing gracefully, her pert little backside swaying back and forth, the horizontal bands of her dress revealing slices of the lingerie beneath to whet Hugh's appetite.

Anne needed time to think, and if what he said was true as long as she kept moving it would delay the inevitable. This was what she wanted... wasn't it? This was what she had come for. Her eyes scanned the top of the stairs, the balcony that ran around the foyer, but she was acutely aware of the man's powerful, undeniable presence stalking behind her. She wished she knew the layout of the castle, wished she knew what was expected of her, but all she could think of was the wet ache between her legs. Walking along the balcony, Anne picked a door at random and slipped inside without looking around. She moved a few paces in and turned, watching for Hugh to come in after her, before really absorbing her surroundings. The colour in her cheeks deepened as she realised she had entered a bedroom... no, some kind of BDSM playroom. The walls were a deep, lush red, covered in padding rather than wallpaper – to block sound? she wondered. There were racks of toys and restraints, metal rings on the bed frame, a reclining chair with stirrups and straps...

The socialite watched as Hugh filled the doorframe, slowly backing up until she felt the wood of one of the bed's carved posts against her spine. She arched herself provocatively, curving her back, raising one leg slightly, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched him. “Wh...what're you going to do with me?” she asked, her voice breathy, catching slightly... her eyes eager and curious.

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[Jack Stalker]

Up close Hugh could see that Anne was every bit as fuckable as he'd thought she would be. Her scent filled his nostrils and her body fucked his eyes as he moved in towards her, feeling the heat from her flesh as well as her eyes as he made to escort her to her destination. His cock was rampant, his blood boiling with lust and depravity. His thoughts filled with nothing but her imagined moans and the way her tight holes would feel when they sucked on his cock and flooded it with her sinful juices. His eyes trailed up her legs as she turned around, watching her walk upwards was a sight to behold, her taut firm ass pressing against the flimsy fabric of her dress, her well rounded calves stretching and tensing as she moved away from him, giving him a display of her body which only served to fire his blood further and inflame his already out of control lust and desire. He was almost surprised that he wasn't having to fight off the attentions of a dozen other men as she walked ahead of him. Still, they knew who he was, and thus how he would deal with such insolence.

He followed her into the first room she chose. He had no idea of the castle layout, so this was a random decision he supposed, still it served his purposes. He closed the door behind him, the click of the lock echoing slightly in the room as the door sealed. He watched her turn around, his eyes raking back and forth up and down her perfect body, drinking in the shape of her hips, her tits pressing against her dress, the slits in it exposing glimpses of her 'fuck me' lingerie, her feet delicately wearing her 'rape me' heels. His cock throbbed impatiently, his skin burning heat as he listened to her words come spilling out from between her perfect lips. He gave a cruel twisted smirk and approached her, arrogance and confidence poured off of him as he moved up to her and stared into her eyes. SLAP! the sound reverberated through his palm and the reddening cheek of her face. He reached up, his left hand closing about her throat as he leaned in closer, their lips a few inches apart. He let the sting sink into her skin before he opened his mouth to speak in a strict tone which was crisp and clear.

"There are a few realities you need to embrace. When you address me, you will address me as sir or master. I am not here to answer your questions like some common assistant, I am here so that you can please me, with your flesh, your moans and your sweat. I am here because I take what I want, when I want it... and you, my dear, have been selected to pleasure me until such time that I decide otherwise." he hissed. "As for your question... I will indulge you, as it suits me to. What I'm going to do is awaken your inner whore. I'm going to make you soak your thighs, drip from your filthy cunt and fuck you until you are a screaming wretch, a sinful little bitch who knows only how to beg for her next orgasm. Look at you! Look at what you are wearing! You came here to tease, entice, lure, to let your inner whore out, to parade your inner slut, to show off your incredible body in order to get yourself fucked to rags. Why, I bet your tight young cunt is weeping already, seeping forth your liquid sin at the thought that you are finally going to be fucked the way that a woman like you deserves to be fucked. Hard, long, brutally, by a man consumed with nothing but lust for your flesh." he growled. "No amount of talent in business, skill with words, progress with a career, or wealth and resources, can get you into a room like this with a man like me. Only your looks can achieve that, and your looks are without measure.

He stepped back, stroking the tip of the crop he carried up her left leg until it caught against the bottom of her dress. "You have gone to some expensive lengths to tease and entice with your lingerie. As such there is no need to keep it hidden any longer, is there? Your inner whore is free to expose itself here, in this room, so you need to do so. I want you to take off your dress. Slowly. Keep your heels on though, I like them." he told her. "Obey me and there will be rewards, non compliance will be punished. Understand, that you will not be leaving my presence until I allow you to." he insisted with a smirk, as though either would please him in the end. "When you are stripped of your dress I want you to walk over to that wall and bring me one of the ropes there. As well as one of the flogs." he nodded towards a rack next to the bed. His tone commanding and expectant as he addressed her. Even in her heels he towered over her, dominating her with his words and presence as he felt himself grow harder. "You will then place them on this table, then stand here with your back to me and your arms raised over your head." he tapped the carpet with the crop, then moved it to hover a short distance from her ass as he walked around her. "Do you understand? Acknowledge and proceed... and tell me your name and why you are here as you do so." Of course he knew who she was, but he wanted to see if she would try to hide her identity or confess it. He wanted to see how far she would comply.

 

[Sensualist]

Anne knew the click of the lock was coming, but nonetheless her delicate throat clenched in an involuntary swallow when it happened. It was an audible sign that she was sealed in here with this sexy, imposing figure of a man, trapped... if one could use that word for a situation she was quite keen to find herself in. The heiress watched as Hugh approached her, her hips tilting slightly in a subtle physical invitation, her eyes wide and bright, curious but nervous as he filled her senses. The scent of his cologne, the way his body filled and controlled the space it occupied and the area around it, an aura of power... the way he made her body respond in anticipation.

It was lucky she was already leaning against the bedpost, or the slap might have knocked her off her feet. Anne gave a jagged gasp of startlement as the blow connected, then a shuddering whimper of pain. She reached up mutely, her fingers gently exploring the aching patch of skin on her cheek, lips parted in an 'O' of surprise. No one had ever... ever!... dared to touch her like that, to strike her! She gulped again as his large hand encircled her throat, forcing her to lift her chin as the rough digits clasped the smooth flesh, and started into his eyes with shock, confusion – and arousal.

“Yes... sir...” Anne whispered breathlessly, the words struggling past his grasp to flow like warm perfume against his face. She listened in disbelief to his crude words, stunned that he could express such ideas, but finding herself unable to countermand or ignore them. The hold he had on her, literally and metaphorically, ensured that her attention was riveted on Hugh until he chose to stop speaking. When he finally released her she realised she had been standing on tip-toes to relieve the pressure on her throat, and sank back down into her heels, reaching up and rubbing her neck softly. She nodded at his command, not trusting herself to speak at that moment, and glanced down at her dress. Well, it seemed to have had the desired effect, hadn't it?

Still facing Hugh, with her chin resting on her clavicle, Anne stretched her slim arms behind her and began to undo her dress. The zipper eased down to the small of her back, and her gleaming dark brown hair tumbled forward over her shoulders as she undulated her body slightly, loosening the fabric's hold on her perfect physique. Pressing her hands to her hips she started to shimmy the slitted black dress down, baring her slender white shoulders and creamy décolletage. Modest but flawless breasts sat high and proud in the black satin cups of her bustier, the garment cinching snugly to her narrow waist and emphasising the gentle curve of her hips. The dress whispered its way down her body, revealing the black lacy boyshort panties that framed her snug womanhood and pert derrière, and the sheer thigh-high stockings that accentuated her long, toned thighs. Anne bent her knees, sinking into a crouch as she slid the dress down her calves, letting it pool around her on the floor. She risked a glance up at Hugh, her eyes liquid with submissive warmth through the veil of her hair, before straightening.

She turned, giving him a nice view of her sleek back where the bustier dipped low as she walked gracefully to the wall. She stopped there, surveying the instruments of pain and pleasure as she bit her lower lip. Rope, he had said, and she selected a coil of red silk cord. And a flog? She guessed that was one of the cat o' nine tails things she saw hanging on the rack, and picked one with a solid leather handle and multiple long velvet tongues. Turning, she looked at Hugh's face for a moment, looking for a sign if she had made the correct surmise, before quickly walking back to the table, her high heels making her steps poised and hips sway. She set the rope and the flog down carefully on the polished surface of the table, glancing at her own reflection as she did. With her hair hanging loose and dressed in this sultry lingerie, she hardly recognised herself. The socialite moved to where Hugh had indicated and turned her back on him, suppressing a shiver of vulnerability. Slowly, she ran her fingers through her hair, gathering it up and lifting it above her head, revealing the back of her neck, shoulders, and curve of her back while keeping her arms above her head.

“My name is Anne, sir,” she said huskily. There was no point in concealing it; she was fairly certain he knew who she was. “And I'm here... I'm here to be bad...” she said with a shiver in her voice. Facing away from him, her eyes drifted closed, half expecting the bite of the crop or the flogger.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Hugh could tell that Anne liked the slap as soon as it landed on her face, giving her a look of arousal even before the real thing hit her flesh. The right amount of pain and shock, the correct display of power, he imagined that it got some women wet, made them soak themselves with excitement and anticipation. It took away control and gave them a sort of permission to allow themselves to be ravaged by someone more powerful than they were. That's the way its should be, he thought to himself, a woman like her should yield to someone like him. She was his and she needed to understand that he was going to brutally fuck her, that any power she might have in the real world vanished inside this castle. She was bought and paid for and he was going to use her however he liked for as long as he liked. He watched as she began to obey his commands like a bitch in heat, stripping down her dress slowly to expose more and more of her delicious flesh. He reached out, tracing his fingers along the line of her collar bone, before dropping it to her right breast. cruel fingers closed about the swell of it, grasping hard through her corset as his finger a thumb sought out her nipple. He could feel the hard nub through her garment, catching and crushing it as he did so while he waited for her dress to pool on the floor beneath her feet.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure that your choice of 'fuck me' underwear doesn't go to waste." he growled, stroking his hand down from her tit as her dress slid down her thighs, pressing his fingers into the groove of her slit, forcing her panties to sink into the crease of her cunt folds with a lone probing finger. When she turned around he slid his hand around to her taut firm ass, his fingers searing across it through her panty boy short panties. The tip of the crop snapped up to strike across her left buttock as she moved further away, leaving a stinging burn to caress the flesh beneath the flimsy lace as he gritted his teeth and feasted on the sight of her. It was a sight many men would have paid a kings fortune to see, yet only he was seeing it now. Only he was going to be taking advantage of it. it's good to see you've kept yourself in such amazing shape. Every moment of that is going to pay off right now, all that pain is going to turn into so much fucking gain." he hissed, almost impatient in his tone as he feasted on her curves and watched her walk away from him like a hungry predator forced to take pause and allow its prey to think it was safe and out of danger before it decided to strike and ravage it to rags.

The sway of her hips as he raped her perfect stocking clad legs with his eyes made his cock even more hungry for the feel of her holes as she returned with the items he had requested. He gave a cocky and arrogant smirk as he watched her deposit them on the table as he had instructed her to. It was good to see that she had fallen in line with his commands, that deep inside her filthy inner whore had been awakened and even now was pushing her towards a fate which would result in her every hole being brutally stretched and hammered by hard unrelenting cock. "You want it bad, don't you? I can tell. I bet you were standing in that entrance hall with your hot little cunt weeping into those panties you're wearing, thinking about who was going to turn up and claim you. Wondering if it was going to be some useless trust fund kid who didn't know what he would be doing? Maybe some overweight banker with a bald head and a big gut. Maybe some women, trying out some fetish or lust for another cunt against her lips. No, what you got was me. A man who went to extreme measures to ensure that the woman he wanted was right where he wanted her." he hissed with some amusement lacing his tone.

When she turned her back he moved to gather the rope, quickly binding it about her wrist he threaded it through a hoop above her head, drawing it tight he pulled her up, her arms stretching until she was forced up onto the tips of her toes, almost dangling from the ceiling now. He walked around her, admiring his handiwork, pausing only to reach out and squeeze her exposed nipples, pushed up and out of her corset by her stretched frame. "I know who you are Anne. This masquerade is no random assignment of guests, didn't you know that. You, and others like you, are auctioned off behind the scenes. I paid a lot of money to have you, pushing others aside and threatening still more with violence. You are a prize piece, a woman craved by many but taken only by the highest bidder and most powerful man." he growled, shoving his hand down her panties and stroking his fingers through her cunt lips. "Not bad, but you're going to have to get a lot wetter if you don't want me to split you open when I fuck your tight holes." he told her. He moved behind her, retrieving the flogger. Then slashing it across her ass, her back, her thighs, a few testing slashes of the tails against her flesh and silk. "If you want to be bad then you're going to have to soak those panties. I want to see your filthy cunt juice streaming down your thighs, how else will I know when you'll be ready to be properly fucked like a whore?" he hissed. He stood to the side of her, lashing the flog against her ass lightly as he rolled a nipple between his finger and thumb, watching as her lashed ass forced her body to shift, exposing more of her tits as he beat against her.

He tugged on a nipple, allowing it to stretch, distend, then snap free to quiver against her tit. His hand slid down her again, sinking between her legs to rest against the outside of her panties. His flogging strikes against her thighs and ass intended to drive her forwards onto his fingers as they slid up and down the groove of her cunt folds through her panties. "Come along Anne. You need to soil your panties with your cunt juice, you need to convince me that you really are a cock hungry little whore who wants her masters cock." he hissed. "You need to come for your master. You need to show him how fucking depraved you are... and if you can't then you're going to be punished. If I can't sink into your hot wet cunt, then I'll find another hole to satisfy my needs."