All the while, I was hotly aware of her cunt, which was naked and open just inches before my face. It was a pretty thing, soft, with delicate lips. The dark entrance glistened slightly. But what held my eye fast was her clitoris. I had never seen such a large one! It really was like a perfect model of a penis, with a large, dark-skinned glans, and smooth stalk which stood out from within the folds of her labia. I was so fascinated by it that when I next picked up the bottle, I spilled an even greater measure into my hands. Deepthroat felt the oil run down her thighs as I applied it to the soft, cool skin at the top of her legs, close to her groin.

"My god, girl," she whispered hoarsely. "Be careful! That stuff costs more for the ounce than you'll earn in a lifetime." Her hands settled on the back of my head, gripping my hair. "And besides, I'm wet enough there already. Take a look..."

And with that she pushed my face to her pussy.

Now, I've admitted I was more or less ready for something to happen. But a girl likes to be asked. There was nothing subtle about Deepthroat's invitation, any more than there had been about the various assaults to which I had been subjected since my arrival, from Grope's tit-fucks, through the undignified wank session with the priest, to the unbidden loss of my virginity on the Library floor. Now, without a by-your-leave, I was supposed to suck the Princess' exquisite cunt.

I actually resisted for a moment, but only a moment. I had to remember I was a servant now, and my duty was to obey. So, with Deepthroat's hand gripping my head tightly, and thrusting my mouth onto her mound, I began exploring what she had to offer. There was an exotic perfume to her quim which was perfectly matched by the scent from the oil I had administered. The overall effect of the concoction was to make it difficult for me to breathe without becoming dizzy with lust.

My lips and tongue homed it at once on that fascinating stalk at the front of her cunt. I licked her fantastic woman-cock, and slid my tongue down around her labia. She was pushing forward hard, grinding her pelvis into my face as I finally stuck my tongue into her hot hole.

"Yessssss!!!" she moaned. I pushed forward even more ardently, my tongue straining at the root as I sought out the depths of her cunt. She cried again, louder and more shrill, and fell back onto the bed, whooping with delight. I kept on lapping at her cunt for a few moments longer, but then I felt her grip on my hair lessen, and withdrew my tongue from her sodden hole. I placed a few kisses on her thighs. She shivered, and gave another small, contented cry.

"That was lovely!" she gasped, fighting to get her breath back. "Take your clothes off! Come to bed" There didn't seem much I could say to deny her, not that I had any right or desire to. This woman could be a very important ally, or a most dangerous enemy, and I didn't want to do anything that tilted the balance the wrong way. However, such calculations were only a minor motivation. What I really wanted was a fucking good cum, and I hoped the imbalance of our social relationships would not prevent the Princess from giving me one.

So, flicking it from my shoulders, I stepped out of the tunic, my tits bouncing as I freed my feet. Kicking my slippers to one side, I slid onto the divan beside Deepthroat, who had moved back, partially under the sheet. She opened her arms, and I crawled up alongside her. Her mouth was open for a kiss, and I did not hesitate again. Our tongues slithered across each other as we joined our mouths. We both uttered the same satisfied grunt, and our arms folded around each other's bodies.

Our breasts were squashed closely together, her warm peach flesh crushed against my own slightly paler body. It was very arousing. She ran her fingers though the short tufts of my hair, and I touched her thighs. The kiss was unbroken for several moments, and we were both whimpering with growing desire. I could feel her hair everywhere about me, slightly damp, silky smooth. Finally, we parted. Deepthroat wriggled around, turning her back to me. She pushed her pert bottom into my lap, and swayed her hips to rub my belly and cunt with her buttocks. She turned her head back so that we could continue to kiss, and her free hand Ð the other was trapped under her body Ð ran along my forearm, guiding my hand down to fondle her hips and thighs.

I began stroking her silky smooth buttocks, and this gave her great pleasure. She broke off our kiss again, so that she could bend her waist, and push her bottom into my grasp, wriggling it faster. I adjusted my own position, so that I lay more on my side. This gave me a better view of her body, and more access to its intimate spaces. My right arm was trapped under her torso along with hers, and she lifted herself up quickly, so that she could free both. She pulled my right hand up to her breasts, which I squeezed gently. But her most urgent need was at the other end of her body, and her left hand was guiding mine between her buttocks.

She bent her left leg up, which greatly exposed her gleaming wet cunt. My hands were being guided in their labours, but I knew Ð or so I thought Ð what I was expected to do. My only concern was that I prayed she would do something to ease my frustrations afterwards!

I began stroking her sex with my fingers, and she cooed like a baby. She shifted a couple of times to accommodate more of my fingers' length, and gripped my other hand tightly to her breast. It was beautiful to stroke this lovely woman. Her flesh was cool and silky smooth on the outside, but her sex was hot. She squeezed my fingers with her muscles.

"Use some more of the oil," she whispered. I did what I was told, soaking my hand in the basalm, and plunging it back into her hot cave. She groaned louder than ever, and thrust herself harder onto my fingers. Her hand gripped me again, and she seemed to be guiding my thumb against the hard muscle of her other entrance. I wasn't sure what she was doing, but I let myself be guided. She thrust herself back again, and impaled her anus on my thumb.

"Aaaah!" she gasped, then she choked out "That's it!" Penetrated above and below, she became quite fiercely ardent, bucking her hips. I ran my lips along her backbone, and she screamed encouragement. Soon, my head lay close to the base of her spine, and I could see where she was penetrated deeply in both places. It was quite beautiful. Her cunt-flesh was flushed deep pink, and was soaked with oil and musk. Her bum-hole gulped at my thumb, dilating widely as it did so, but gripping the intruder tightly.

"Yes..." she hissed. She stroked my hair, pulling my head down. I knew what that meant! Or rather, I thought I did, until she slid my thumb from her arse, while still guiding me down. My Gods! She wanted me to suck her there!

The shock of this realisation almost made me stop. However, I knew I had little choice. Deepthroat was far too turned on to listen to my banal objections. In the end, I was a servant, and she was a lady Ð though how much of a lady she looked with my hand buried deep in her cunt and my mouth being guided to her arse, I leave you to judge.

I placed some small kisses on her bottom, and she began heaving harder, moaning, and gripping my right hand so tightly I thought I must hurt her delicate breast. Perhaps, I thought, she was close enough to orgasm that the merest touch would send her off. And so I placed a delicate kiss on the dark ring of her anus. Deepthroat orgasmed at once, squirming backwards. I knew she was seeking my tongue as the final push over the brink, so I licked her hole, just briefly. She howled, a deep ringing shout of pleasure, and then her cum broke through, and she thrashed on the bed for a few more moments, until she fell quite still.

We lay close together on the rumpled, soaking sheets. I could feel her heart hammering through my trapped palm. My own heart was beating fast too Ð I could not believe what I had done! I had been gripping my thighs together tightly, trying to find some relief. Just how did a maid go about getting her mistress to give her a thorough wanking?

Deepthroat turned around at last, and kissed my cheeks. I lay tangled in her hair. She smelled divine. I was ready to beg...

"That was wonderful," she confided, softly. "I've never been taken so... so softly!" She smiled, and stroked my face, then ran her hand down to my neck. "When the men round here know you like the little one to be loved as much as your cunt, they lose all control. All they can do is poke you like they were stabbing at meat on a plate. All except Bator, of course. I wouldn't dare take him that way."

I tried to smile back, but I was hot with embarrassment and need.

"You don't need to be coy with me, Nina," she sighed. "I'm just like you Ð I love it any way I can get it. I especially like it up my arse Ð provided I've been given a more conventional fucking first, of course!"

She frotted my nipples while she spoke, and played with them until they were quite rigid. I was faint with need, but I was also very curious and amazed at what she had just said.

"You mean... my lady... you would let a man do that to you? With his thing??"

Leela laughed, and I was a little hurt by her mockery.

"Of course!! Of course! You mean you've never?" I shook my head. "My heavens! From everything I've seen and heard about you... from the way you took me... I thought you were... well, I never thought you were a little innocent."

If, I thought, I had been innocent before I came here, I was certainly wasn't now.

"Every woman should know that pleasure, as well as the other kind," insisted Leela. "And men adore it! Of course, you have to have the right man. Not too thick, you understand. A nice length, but not too much girth." She giggled again, falling onto her back. For a moment I thought she had forgotten me, and I felt that deep sense of frustration grow even tighter in my cunt. Then she came back up from the pillows, and kissed my eyes and mouth.

"Let me tell you about the first time. It was a couple of years ago. My lover then was the Duke of Shagg'it, a wealthy foreigner from beyond the Gates of Vulva, who was spending time at my father's court as an ambassador. The Duke was a very robust man Ð hairy all over! Ð and an energetic lover. Late that summer, his nephew came to live with us, his own parents having been killed in an accident. The Duke returned to his own lands to sort out his brother's estates, and to arrange a marriage at home for his nephew.

"As I have said, the Duke was a very passionate man, and very ardent for me. I hadn't been a virgin when we were introduced, and he had quickly seduced me, teaching me to accommodate all his needs. I knew I would miss him terribly! I was used to being fucked three or four times a night, and my appetites were hard to control. The Duke made it quite clear that he would not be happy to find that I had taken other lovers while he was gone, and set his nephew on me as a spy.

"I was only seventeen, and very naive. My lover's nephew, Rodgeri, was a year or two my senior, and had behaved very respectfully towards me for as long as the Duke was at here at the Palace. But, once he had gone, Rodgeri became most insolent and forward. I was minded to ignore him, for I could not prevail on my father to send him away, but Rodgeri made it quite clear that he would make up fanciful stories of my infidelities if I did not allow him to remain as my close companion.

"He insisted that we spend the nights together Ð most innocently at first. Then, one night, he professed his passion for me, and brought his cock out of his britches. I was shocked at first, but my lord the Duke had been gone several weeks, and I was unbearably horny! Apart from anything else, it was a very lovely cock, all hard and veiny. It was wonderful just to hold a man's penis again after such a long intermission! That night I masturbated him, then sucked him with my mouth. Soon, though, we were actually fucking every night, and I was very happy. Though he did not have my husband's size, nor his skills in bed, he was even more virile, and could cum eight or nine times in a night, each as liquidly as the last!

"The autumn passed deliciously, and my new lover became ever more bold. Then, one morning, I woke from a dreamy sleep, feeling Rodgeri's hands on my tits and cunt, and his cock hard against my buttocks. We had fucked several times that night, but he was always ready for another bout in the first hour of the day, and so, as I awoke, I tried to turn around so that he could have access to my cunt. But that was not his desire! ÔLay still!' he commanded. I supposed he wanted to have me from behind, which suited me, so I pushed back with my bottom, bending one of my legs forward so that I would be open to him. I waited to feel him pressing into my cunt, which was still dribbling with his last cum. He cuddled up close to me, and grasping his cock in one hand, took careful aim.

"You can imagine how I jumped when I realised he was pushing urgently at my behind! I knew at once what his game was. ÔNot there!' I gasped! ÔYou're in the wrong place!' He smiled and pushed harder. I felt the muscle yield, and the young rascal was up me. I gasped and wriggled on his spear, but I could not dislodge him. ÔWhat are you doing?!' I cried. ÔWhy, I'm buggering you,' he replied, and with that he thrust himself in deep, and set about fucking me with his usual vigour.

"How he pleasured himself in my behind! I could do nothing to protect myself as he shoved his poker up me, deeper and deeper. It hurt a little, and I felt more full of him than I had ever known, but my arse was as wet as my cunt after all the fucking we had done that night. I had never objected to having my anus fingered by my lovers, and I was perfectly lubricated for the task. Rodgeri was in heaven! He rolled me onto my belly, and thrust harder. I was screaming loud enough to wake the dead Ð never mind the servants Ð but still he did not desist. ÔI'm going to cum!' he cried. ÔYes!' I replied, my voice trembling. ÔCum now! Cum deep in my bum!' He pumped even harder, showing no mercy in his desire to fuck me. Only when he had filled my arse with seed did he relent, and by then there were servants hammering on the door fearing for my life. But I lived, though I was sore for days after. Truth is, I had never had an orgasm like it."

Throughout this tale, which I had not interrupted, Deepthroat had been gently frotting my nipples, which were standing out like small buttons. She bent her head to lick one, and I shuddered with pleasure. I was aching with need.

"What... of Rodgeri?" I inquired, breathily.

"He scampered out of the bed and hid in the linen closet. I told the servants I had seen a mouse!" She laughed fulsomely. "They looked high and low for it Ð behind the chests and under the bed! I didn't tell them that the pest had been much closer to me than that! Sadly, some time after that he was called back to his homeland. I never saw him or the Duke again."

Deepthroat was very amused at the story, but I could sense that her mood was also warming to the idea of another bout of love-making. Since she had cum twice in but a few minutes, I hoped devoutly that she would pay attention to my own urgent wants. Our lips met, and she squeezed my breast tenderly.

"We shall have to get you to be fucked that way soon. I'll arrange everything! I can't wait to watch your face when you have your first bum-fuck. I bet if I put out the word that the new servant was still a virgin there, we'd have a queue all the way round the Palace! We could have the men forced to perform favours to win the right to be the first in your behind." It was starting to sound like the auction my mum had arranged, and I felt a momentary pang of homesickness. However, I didn't have long to forget where I was.

Deepthroat, you will have already judged, is a very direct woman when it comes to sex. As she finished speaking, her hand thrust straight to my cunt, and I moaned as her fingers went straight up me. She broke off the kiss, and looked into my eyes with a slow smile playing across her full lips.

"You're very wet", she said accusingly. She ducked her head at once, whilst pushing me back onto the divan. Her long, sinuous tongue touched my private parts, probing deeply. She pressed her mouth against my cunt, and her hot breath almost melted me. "Do you want to cum, Nina? Are you hungry for me? For what I can give you?"

"Please..." I whimpered. I was burning with desire. Deepthroat lifted her head and chuckled mischievously. "Wait here. There's someone I want you to meet." She sat up, and tiptoed away from the bed. I was almost desperate enough to cry out for her to come back, but I remembered the nature of our relationship just in time. The Princess crossed to one of the walls, and took a plaster phallus in her hand. Twisting it dexterously Ð I can feel several of the men reading these words almost fainting Ð she opened up a small panel in the wall. Through stepped a tall, lithe figure, dressed in a hooded cape. I could see from the feet that it was a woman, but the cloak hid all else. Deepthroat closed the panel, and skipped back to the bed. I looked at her, silently questioning.

"A surprise, Nina! A third partner for our love games." She took hold of me from behind, cupping my tits, and rubbing her teeth across my shoulder. I lay back in her arms, frozen. The caped woman reached up, and drew back the hood. "Hello, Nina," she said, with a deep, patronising voice.

She let the cape fall to the ground, exposing her long, hard body. She stepped towards the bed with languid strides, her eyes boring into me. Deepthroat held me fast. "I believe you have already met Titania," the Princess whispered. "And believe me, she has been greatly looking forward to seeing you again..."

***

I was both terrified and exhilarated at the same time. I had very confused emotions about Princess Deepthroat, knowing that one word from her would have me banished from the Palace (which was the worst punishment I could think of at the time). With what I suspected Ð or hoped! Ð about Bator, that danger was going to have to be faced at some point. The prospects were alarming. On the other hand, she was gorgeous, and sexy, and I had just felt her fingers and tongue deep in my sex. I find it very hard to mistrust or hate anyone who can turn me on so easily. Which you can shorten to mean I find it very hard to mistrust anyone.

With Titania present, my confusion was even greater. Everything I felt about Deepthroat, I had already experienced with regard to the Captain of the Rough Riders. It was now very clear to me what that emotion had been that I had felt when I first saw her outside the Palace. I wanted her to fuck me. When she bathed me in the Riders' barracks, I had been ready to surrender everything just to have her satisfy the ache I felt inside. However, Titania had shown little regard for me, other than a graphic lust, and I was sure she was quite ready to see me pay for the deep humiliation she had suffered after our kiss.

So, there I was, with two women who both wanted to fuck me, with two women who both might do me harm. I was powerless. It made me even randier.

My self-control wasn't helped by the fact that we were all three utterly naked, and that Deepthroat and Titania were two of the most sexually appealing women ever created, however different. Deepthroat was small, lithe and delicate, though she possessed a hidden strength that went beyond muscles and tendons. Her tiny waist exaggerated her small size, but her tits and arse were wonderfully curved, and looked superb on her tiny frame. Her black hair was like a long head-dress, sweeping around her shoulders like a cloak woven from the night sky.
Titania, on the other hand, had less poetic charms. She was taller than either Deepthroat or I, and she carried herself confidently, so that she seemed even taller. She also managed to appear a great deal broader and heavier, although this was misleading. Titania was quite big-boned, but there wasn't a spare ounce of flesh on her. She moved like a graceful, hungry, powerful animal, her muscles bunching and stretching as she took each long stride. Her back was a solid plate of muscles, her thighs were solid and her arms were sculpted from stone. Against the peach of Deepthroat's skin, and the pale pallor of my own, Titania's flesh was quite dark ,warmed by many days of working half-naked in the sun. She had quite small, angular tits, with tiny little nipples, and a trim, muscular bum with a deep cleft. Her hair, pulled back hard on her scalp, and falling in a long tail (though not as long as Deepthroat's) was golden, and caught the light from the lamp. Her eyes were pale, almost cold.

I hadn't forgotten the feeling of euphoria I had known when she had massaged oil into my body, or the way I had felt when she moulded my breasts with her strong hands, nor the way I had almost swooned as she touched her lips to mine. She slid onto the bed, and I felt an instinctive desire to flinch, to retreat. Instead, I moved closer to her, and to Deepthroat, so that our bodies were almost touching, each of us kneeling to face the others, three pairs of breasts pointing into the space in the middle.

"Let's fuck," hissed Deepthroat. And we did.

The three of us slipped into each other's arms, princess, warrior and slave, moulded together, pale skin touching bronze, bronze touching soft fruit. I put my hands to Titania's face, and drew her forward. I wanted so much to kiss her again, to show her how much I had changed from the day in the barracks, but she turned away, and slipped her tongue into Deepthroat's mouth. The Princess sucked hard on her tongue, eyes open, twinkling with amusement and growing lust. I contented myself with kissing Titania's cheek, then her throat. I felt two hands join behind my bum, fingers entwining, knuckles rubbing against my intimate flesh. My own hands drifted aimlessly. I felt inadequate in the face of so much experience.

Deepthroat began to orchestrate proceedings. It was clear that the greedy bitch was going to take her pleasures first, even though she had cum so recently. She turned us, so that we were both facing her chest. Her fingers curled about our heads, gripping the wispy strands of Titania's golden mane, and the short black tufts of my own. We were pressed, side-by-side, to her tits, and proceeded to suckle on the Princess' teats.

She tasted delicious, of course, with all the oils I had rubbed into her boobs, and Titania and I feasted hungrily. Deepthroat fidgeted this way and that, bobbing up and down on her haunches as we stimulated her breasts with lips, tongues and teeth. Titania's hand found its way round to my buttocks and a finger slid into my dripping pussy, so I reciprocated. Deepthroat's breathing was becoming rather ragged, and she was uttering small cries of pleasure. Since I still had a hand free, I slipped it round behind her to finger her cunt, only to find Titania had beaten me to it. Three of her fingers were slipping vigorously in and out of the Princess' pussy. I managed to slip one, then two of my own in alongside, and we matched rhythms as we wanked Deepthroat into a frenzy.

"Wait... wait!" she gasped, almost on the brink of cumming. She stood up, and manoeuvred us so that we faced each other, still kneeling, with Deepthroat stood between us. The Princess faced Titania, and reached forward to press the warrior's head to her mound. Titania, who was so much taller than the Princess, dipped slightly, and twisted her neck so that she could get her tongue into Deepthroat's oily puss.

Then Deepthroat leaned back behind her, and reached out with her other hand to pull me closer too. No guesses what my task was to be. I had obviously given Deepthroat too much of a taste (so to speak) of my tongue before, and she wanted more. She pulled my face into the crevice of her so-sexy arse, and I felt her hot flesh all around me. I opened my mouth. Titania's tongue was squirming around just in front of me, lapping hungrily at Deepthroat's cunt-meat, and I reached out with my own tongue, touching them both. Deepthroat shuddered as Titania bit gently at her clit. We pressed closer, our bodies against Deepthroat's legs, our mouths working furiously, tongues stretched to ream her deeply.

Deepthroat was close to her crisis, and I knew what she required to take her over the top. There was no way I could deny it to her, no way I would want to. I licked and probed at the puckered entrance to her arse, and felt it slowly lose its rigidity as the Princess relaxed. She sobbed with pleasure as I entered her.

Titania and I tongued at the Princess, working faster and faster as Deepthroat grew ever more frantic. My tongue was staring to ache, and I felt a muscle twitch in my neck. Finally, she started to reach the top of her climax.

"Now!" she urged. "Lift me up!" It took a moment to work out what she meant, but Titania was already moving, placing her hands on Deepthroat's hips, and pressing even harder forward with her strong neck muscles. I tried to match her movements. We pressed harder and harder, and used our hands for extra support as we lifted Deepthroat a few inches into the air.

The Princess wailed like a ghost. She was actually resting on our heads as if she astride some strange animal, and she bucked her hips back and forth, urging our tongues to go deeper, further. Her flesh was liquid, completely pliant. She cried and sobbed her way through her orgasm, and then tumbled from the saddle, collapsing onto the bed. All three of us had trouble breathing for several minutes. My jaw ached so much that I wondered if I would ever be able to speak again.

We all three lay quite still for a little while, pressed together in a close heap. I came to my senses briefly when I felt Deepthroat's lips on mine, kissing me quite tenderly. My heart quivered. My guts were aching with need.

"Come and help me make love to Titania," she breathed, and we rose up from where we lay. Deepthroat leant over to take something from the small cabinet beside the bed. She motioned to me that she required my help. Only when I moved again did I realise what she had found Ð a large, moulded phallus, mounted on a leather patch. Deepthroat positioned this over her pubic mound, and I took some leather straps and fastened them behind her bum. The cock, which was also made of leather, jutted out obscenely from beneath her tiny belly.

"Use some of the oil," she commanded, and I took rubbed some of the essence into the phallus. Titania watched the preparations, her eyes shining with lust. "Yes... please!" she urged, and then: "Fuck me, my princess!" Deepthroat's smile took on a slightly one-sided aspect, and she shivered with expectation as I anointed the wicked leather goad. I felt pretty strange myself, rubbing oil into the barely-pliant dong, watching Deepthroat quiver and Titania stretched out on her back, her thighs parting. She stretched out her arms, and Deepthroat leaned forward to kiss her deeply.

The Princess wasted little time with more foreplay, and Ð to be fair Ð Titania didn't seem to want any. She wriggled her bum to place her hips wantonly before the leather cock, and pulled her glistening cunt-lips wide open, uttering small cries of expectation. Deepthroat motioned me to her side. Together, we took hold of the awkward phallus, which bobbed and swayed on her pubis, and steered it into the hot maw of Titania's sex.

The warrior was not a small woman, but even so I was amazed to see how wide her pussy opened to accept the huge leather cock. It slid into her slowly as Deepthroat pushed her hips forward. For want of better involvement, I knelt behind Deepthroat, and placed my groin against her arse, shunting my hips in unison so that we were both fucking Titania. The fat dong split her flesh, and she lifted her feet from the sheets. Her tits shook with each thrust.

"Yes... yes...!!" she squealed, in a voice very different to her normal sultry tone. "Fuck me, fuck me! My princess... my queen... my love!!" Deepthroat chuckled, and lent back to whisper to me. "Would you believe that she only ever fucks with women?" I shook my head. "No man has ever had her! Yet look her her now! Look at her feet dancing in the air!"

Titania came to crisis very quickly. "I'm cumming!" she announced unnecessarily, bouncing frantically on the bed. Deepthroat pounded into her until the spasms subsided, then fell back on her haunches. "You lovely bitch," she whispered.

Titania drifted off into a private reverie for a while, and Deepthroat turned to me, the slick leather cock swaying obscenely against her sweaty flesh. "Now, it's your turn," she said softly. Oh, how I hoped so Ð though I was terrified at the prospect of trying to take that phallus up my snatch. Deepthroat came into my arms, and we wound our limbs about each other, kissing deeply. I felt her breath in my throat, and the ache inside me became even fiercer.

"Help me take this off," she urged, and I unfastened the ties behind her exquisite arse. The phallus fell away Ð I'm not sure if I was relieved or disappointed Ð but I let my hands linger, squeezing her flesh. Deepthroat was moulding my tits in her hands, and dipped her head to flick her tongue across my nipples. They were fat, and desperately sensitive. I was almost fainting with lust and need.

"Come with me," said Deepthroat, and she stepped off the bed, heading for the smaller door. We passed through into the room in which she had been when Grope and I arrived. It proved to lead to a small chamber with a sunken pit, into which jutted a pair of large pipes. The damp floor was strewn with towels. I followed, padding across the cold floor on my bare feet.

I walked up close to Deepthroat, and she put her arm around my waist, and kissed my shoulder. "Turn on the taps." she demanded. I took a quick look around. This wasn't a command I was equipped to deal with. I'd seen quite a lot of turning on over the last few days, but I wasn't sure how I was going to get a Ôtap' interested in me. I looked at Deepthroat, and I'm sure she caught the lost expression in my eyes.

"After all that fucking, I need another bath. It looks as though Bator will have the night to himself after all." I fear my eyebrows shot even higher, but I wasn't thinking of Bator for once. "A bath, majesty?" Did she expect me to share it with her? It had only been a few days since my last one Ð surely I had years to wait yet. Deepthroat giggled, and bent to turn the faucets. Water gushed into the circular pit. I realised Ð finally Ð that this hole was the royal equivalent of the tub in which Titania had scoured me. I felt a wistful desire for the warrior to join us.

The water was hot, and steam floated up to the ceiling, where it was vented out through small grates. Deepthroat pointed me towards some small vials beside the bath. "Pour in some of those oils. Just a little of each!"

I put a few drops of the sweetest smelling oils into the water, and watched as a small cloud of scented foam gathered on the water's surface beneath the gushing torrent. Then I realised that Deepthroat was waiting impatiently for me to turn my interest from the bath and back to her. She sat on the piled towels and beckoned to me as I turned to face her. I stepped across the floor, and Ð as I knelt beside her Ð she opened her thighs widely, revealing her deep, pink slit. She reached out, and arranged my body as a mirror-image of her own. Soon, I was sitting lightly on my backside,.with one hand supporting my weight, and my legs splayed wide. Deepthroat sat opposite me. Our legs were partially interlocked, and we shuffled closer together, slowly scissoring our limbs about each other. Deepthroat was urgent, ardent in her desire. As our bodies touched, she leaned forward to press her mouth to mine, and I felt her tongue range wildly around my teeth. Gradually, we moulded together completely, wrapped in each other's arms, touching from our lips to our open cunts.

As I felt the touch of Deepthroat's hot, wet pussy on mine, my heart jumped, and my toes curled, and a small earthquake started in my cunt. We bobbed up and down, pushing ourselves more completely together, our bodies moulding into a strange spider-like beast with arms and legs protruding from every angle. Deepthroat leaned back, balanced on her hands, and I copied her. Now we were joined solely at our pussies. Both of us were gasping for air in the sultry heat of the bathroom as we ground our pudenda together. We both turned slightly on our sides, and scissored our bodies even more closely. I felt bone sawing over my engorged clit, and the spasm in my pussy rushed up through my brain. Deepthroat managed to free one hand, cupping her tits fiercely as she spent, and moments later I was cumming too, writhing against her, listening to her call me names that alternated between love and spite.

We fell apart, exhausted. The towel under our hips was soaked with our sweat and love juices, but we didn't care. I lay there, almost comatose for several minutes, revelling in the sweet afterglow of a rattling good cum.

***

That wasn't the end of my adventures that day, quite. Deepthroat finally roused herself enough to slip into the bath, and I washed her gorgeous body all over. To my relief, or what felt much like relief, I didn't have to join her in the water. We indulged ourselves in long dreamy kisses, and hands that stroked and glided across our glowing bodies. Finally, I left her to soak in the fragrant water, and limped back into the bedroom.

I was wondering if it would be permissible to snatch a little sleep, but there was no chance of that. Titania was wide awake, and ready for some more sport. As I stepped from the bathroom, she eyed me with a very direct stare.

I was still a little frightened of the Rough Rider, even after having shared a bed. Deepthroat liked to dominate, but there was something about the way Titania made love which reminded me of the goddess of hunting, Dildana, the story I had most recently copied from the Orgasmus. Dildana had a big appetite, and ate, drank and fucked as heartily as any god. She was always trying to prove herself the sexual equal of Aphrodititty, which was a daunting task, since every god, demigod, avatar, satyr, centaur, dryad, titan and hero you could name managed to get the Love Goddess on her back. Aphrodititty wasn't just easy, she was compulsory.

Since she couldn't match her rival for quantity, Dildana tried to match her for quality. Specifically, Dildana went hunting for the biggest cock she could find. She met up with a satyr who managed to satisfy her for a while, but even though the head of his cock reached up to his nipples, it wasn't enough for Dildana. She tried goat-men and elves. She had a passionate affair with the branch of an oak tree. Finally, though, she found the lover she had been searching for Ð a wild centaur. You know what centaurs are Ð torso and head of a man, but four-legged, like a horse? Well, there's one other attribute they share with stallions, and that is where Dildana found true love.

Titania watched me enter the room as if she were assessing prey, and beckoned me to the bed like a siren. I obeyed, of course, even though my legs still felt wobbly after the fuck with Princess Deepthroat.

Without saying a word, Titania instructed me to lay on my back, and then sat astride my face. She then proceeded to hump my tongue, bringing herself off twice in quick succession. Afterwards, while I was catching my breath, Titania directed my attention to the various apparatus around the room.

"Do you know what these are?" she asked. I didn't. "They're instruments of pleasure. Long ago, before the Magnificent Harrdon's forefathers took the throne of Mammari, society was not always so liberated as it is now. In particular, women weren't supposed to enjoy sex. It was supposed to be a sin." I was minded to tell Titania that there was a least one woman who was prepared to see things return to that state, but I kept quiet and listened.

"So, the only way a man could indulge his more... imaginative desires was with slaves and servants. Servants were there to serve their needs, so why not their sexual needs as well?" I was forced again to hold back on a remark. After what I had just been through, I considered little had changed.

"To keep up a facade that women were unwilling partners, these machines were invented. They were very popular for a while, and the Princess has a fine collection."

"What do they do?" I asked, unwisely.

"Let me show you," said Titania. I hesitated, then stepped forward.

Big mistake.

Moments later, I was lying on a frame, my body face-down, my limbs spread-eagled and manacled to the corners. The frame was hinged at the centre, at the level of my waist, and there was a ratchet on the side, attached to a network of gears, ropes and small pulleys. Titania, grinning hungrily, worked the ratchet, and the top half of the frame bent forward from the upright position to one at right angles. I was bent forward, all my weight on my tummy and boobs where I was held close to the frame. The gears and pulleys had allowed for a small amount of slack as the machine had bent, but I was still stretched right out.

Titania stood back as if to admire her handiwork, but I realised that she was looking at my bum, which was thrust out and back. She bent to the side of the frame, and produced a small switch which had been stored there. She flicked it against her palm. It had a long, supple leather handle, which gripped ten or twelve plaited thongs. Titania tested it a few more times against her hand as she paraded around behind me, always on the very edge of my vision.

"This is one of the simplest instruments of pleasure," she purred, but it's a favourite of mine. "With some of the others, the pleasures are less intimate, more mechanical. I like to be in touch!" As she spoke that last word, she whipped the switch against the bare flesh of my bottom. I jumped, yelping loudly. It hadn't hurt much, but I had the strongest impression that Titania was just range-finding.

"What I find so interesting about these machines is the way they provide such complete control. I often wonder why? Consider this, a nobleman desires one of his female servants. He frets about his needs for a while, allows them to grow and fester inside him. He ponders how best to achieve her seduction.

"Can you imagine what they felt like, all those years ago? How strange it was!! He could, of course, have just marched up to her and demand the use of her body. And many did! But many more would make elaborate plans, and purchase these machines, and lure girls into them. Only then did they feel totally in control, when they could ravish every orifice at their whim, with the "victim" held fast. It's particularly interesting to discover that, on many occasions, the roles were reversed, and the master was held fast, while the slave administered... love."

She brought the switch down again, harder this time, and I really did feel that one! Titania giggled, and ran a smoothing hand over the reddened skin. My flesh almost shrivelled at her touch, but it was remarkably tender and soothing.

"Even the Princess feels the need to use these machines sometime. She uses them with Bator. Can you imagine them together?" I tried not to. "What motivates a high-born woman like the Princess to allow herself to be manacled to a machine while her lover forces a huge dildo into her cunt? How strange. I would never let myself be at someone else's mercy like that... like you are now. I prefer... control. Power."
Anticipating another blow, I barked out a question.

"And does Bator...?"

"But of course!! She likes to have him strapped naked on that bed over there, his head held fast, and she sits astride him for hours with his tongue in her pussy. I saw her have a manicure once, and all the time he was gamming her.

"Of course, it's easier to understand why he allows it."

"Why?"

Titania's voice took on an impatient edge. "Because of the perfume, you stupid girl. Your master, Tumescence, prepares that potion you have rubbed into her. I don't know what's in it, but there must be magic involved because when Bator gets a whiff of it, he does anything she wants, and his meat stays solid for hours. He's deluded into thinking he loves her, which suits the Princess fine. While he is utterly devoted to her, she remains free to indulge herself as she chooses, knowing that Bator would never be jealous."

My mind reeled, trying to take in all this information. Had I been less amazed, I might have been able to keep Titania talking, but I confess that I was overwhelmed. Before I could gather my thoughts, Titania laid the switch across me again. I whimpered, and asked her to stop. The thongs had stroked my poor arse quite raw with just those few blows. Titania, though, had no intention of stopping just yet.

"Poor girl," she sneered. "You don't understand half what goes on around you! But you understand this alright, don't you. You understand a sound thrashing. Just remember; I don't need any magic perfumes to control you, slut-slave, I just need this Ð" she struck me again "Ð and this!" Ð another blow. My body quivered, and I made the futile gesture of pulling against my bonds. Titania laughed.

She thrashed me for several minutes, until I fainted almost dead away. All the time, she continued to giggle with pleasure. I vowed inwardly that one day I would have the last laugh.

***

The following day was one of those allocated to working with Tumescence, and I must admit I was greatly looking forward to being back with my master. My pussy was exhausted after all the experiences of the day before, and my bum still felt like it was glowing. It was good to see Tumescence, and to see how he sagged heavily against his stick as soon as he caught sight of me. A girl needs to know that she is still attractive. What a pity it was that he couldn't actually indulge in sex Ð I still felt a great deal of gratitude towards him for bringing me here, and I would happily have given myself to him.

Right now, though, I wanted to talk to him about the potions he brewed, since the news that Bator was somehow under a magical influence had put thoughts into my mind that didn't belong there. It was very hard to concentrate on my work. I kept remembering the way Bator had looked at me in the Tower, and about how much I fancied him. Knowing that he was not Deepthroat's willing partner changed everything.

I got through the day's work as quickly as I could. I was working on the story of Lancelot and Givetere, which is a fairly straightforward story, with lots of nice, tender fucking. I tried not to waste a lot of time masturbating while I progressed with my work, but it was difficult, and I found myself using the feather on my my quill for quite a different purpose to that for which it was intended.

Even with so many diversions, I managed to get the section finished. The Orgasmus was largely completed, and I knew my master would be pleased to see another piece finished, so I took the sheaths of parchment to his laboratory. I knocked, and entered immediately.

Tumescence was working at his bench, grinding away with a mortar and pestle. I realised he hadn't heard me, so I coughed. He turned round to see who it was, and almost fell from his chair. Silly me; I had forgotten to put my skirt back on. I scampered over to lift him back into his seat, and to pick up the fallen implements. I set everything back in its place, and fetched a cooling drink from a pitcher of water. Tumescence drank it slowly. Gradually, a little colour returned to his cheeks.

I stepped back, so that I would be out of his line of sight. "Master," I asked, "is it really safe for you to have me working so close to you?" He leaned against the bench, taking deep breaths. "We have to finish the Orgasmus," he replied eventually. "There isn't much time. I can't do the copying myself, and your work has been truly... inspirational. I don't think there has ever been a copy of the book so well... edited." I tried to take on a look of maidenly modesty. I was nice to know I had already developed some transferable skills.

"But my presence does seem to disturb you so..." I went on, solicitously.

"I told you before... you can't mix different types of magic. White wizards... have to avoid sex. Though I'm afraid... you tend to make me wonder... if I've made the right choice." How sweet.

"Just who is the book for?" I asked, suddenly interested.

"Some priest, I think. Probably Cardinal Synne. I could tell you some stories about what priests get up to that would make your mouth water." I shrugged, even though I knew exactly what it was that priests did that got a girl's mouth wet.

"You really ought to go and rest," I said. Tumescence wearily shook his head.

"I can't. I have to brew up some draughts of a special perfume for the Princess Deepthroat."

You can imagine that my ears pricked up at that! So, my master was brewing Deepthroat's love philtre! A plan jumped into my mind almost at once. If only I dared...

"Well, let me do it for you. If it's just a case of mixing a few ingredients, I can do that. I used to do all the cooking at the Humped Back Beast." Tumescence, who had eaten at the inn once or twice in the past, took this information in carefully. "I don't know..." he replied.

"Why don't you just tell me what to do, and I'll do all the hard work. Meanwhile, you can read this next section of the Orgasmus, and tell me what you think." I dropped the pages in front of him, and picked up the mortar and pestle. There was an oily pink paste in the bowl that smelled of roses.

"Very well... I do find working on the perfume quite... taxing." He took a more comfortable position on the stool, and motioned for me to start grinding. "Make sure the ingredients are properly mixed Ð and be quick; they have to blended together before the Ð uh Ð most intimate ingredient evaporates." He pointed at some small vials at his side.

I worked quickly, grinding rose petals into the paste, adding some oil from a flask, and stirring them together with a small metal knife. This last operation seemed make my master pale dramatically. I suppose my chest flopping around under my skimpy vest while I worked energetically must have played a part, and it can't have helped that he reached an inspiring part of the story of the Ravishment of Persephoney, who was whisked off to the Underworld, to indulge the carnal appetites of the demons there. It would have been easy for one of her many lovers to have rescued her, but she made an arrangement with the lords of the Underworld that she would spend half of each year among them. Some versions of this story maintain that in doing this she saved the lives of many heroes who would have tried to rescue her, but the truth was that she liked fucking goat-men and multi-cocked demons. She would have stayed all year, but she needed to rest.

I digress. Tumescence slid slowly from his stool, at which point I picked him up, and carried him from the laboratory to his bed. He was soon sleeping soundly, though I noticed that he had a facial twitch, and that his lips kept pursing as if he were sucking something.

I slid back into the laboratory, and picked up the rose-scented perfume with its magical oils. I hoped it was ready. I then picked up one of the small vials on the bench near to where Tumescence had been sitting. Unstopping one, I took a long sniff at the contents. I recognised them at once Ð it was pussy musk, and a very familiar variety.

The plan came together in my mind there and then. I found an empty vial, and a corner in which to sit, and I wanked myself into a frenzy. It was easy, and you don't need me to tell you who I was thinking of. I had soon collected a vial full of my juices, and I stirred it into a portion of the rose-mixture, working quickly as my master had told me I must. When I reasoned that it was finished, I poured the perfume into a small, blue bottle. I made up a second bottle from the rest of the rose-mixture, and the watered-down contents of one of the small vials. With that, my preparations were complete, and I could go back to copying manuscripts, waiting for the next day to dawn.

***

Next day, I returned to the Palace, and was quickly intercepted by Grope.

"I hope you enjoyed your day of rest!" he sneered in his thin voice. "You have a great deal to do today!!"

In deed I did! My duties started, of course, after we had climbed the long stair to find the small linen cupboard. I changed into the abbreviated costume of a Palace servant, allowing Grope his customary lengthy inspection of my body. Then I fell to my knees in front of him.

"Please, master Chamberlain," I cried, my face lifted to beseech him. "Let me suck your cock!" He actually looked surprised for a moment, but he soon recovered his supercilious smirk.

"So... you have been busy in your studies. Wouldn't you rather suck my pussy?" He laughed. I felt my face flushed at the memory of my naivete, but I didn't allow myself to be distracted.

"Oh, master, I didn't know what I was saying! So many people in the Palace have used me for their pleasure Ð I am so confused! I even thought I would earn money for fucking!" Ha, ha. Grope managed to contain his amusement, and replied: "And now?"

"Master Ð as I have said, I have endured the embraces of men and women. But only one touch has made my heart quiver, only one has made my blood boil. You alone have the power to bring me both life and death! I would do anything to escape your disfavour!"

"Wise, very wise," he smiled.

"I would not have you beat me, as you did Virginia. What did you have done with her, my master? Did you have her thrown to the lions?"

"What? What nonsense you talk, Nina. We only have one lion, and he is so ancient he would have to lick you to death over a day and a half." Now there was an idea. "Virginia is back about her duties, as servant to the lady Vulva." That was the news I had hoped to hear.

"Even so," I continued. "I couldn't bear to earn your displeasure. Please, let me suck you, even though I am not worthy to be so humbled by you." I tried my best to look vulnerable and afraid, even though I was close to matching the smirk Grope wore Ð it was evident from the way his robe was beginning to tent out from his groin that my words were having an effect.

"Have you learned nothing, Nina?" he said, perhaps a little hesitant at last. "The movement my wife and I lead are totally opposed to all the hedonistic coupling that goes on in this Palace. All this senseless pleasure has to stop."

"Oh, master!" I wailed. "I don't ask to do this for my own pleasure Ð " never were truer words spoken Ð "but out of duty, and fear of your power!"

"That's different then..." he whispered, pulling open his robe.

I'll spare you the details, but you can guess that I used everything I had learned from Charity to give Grope a blow job that almost popped his eyeballs. He sank to the floor after he came, and lay there shivering and breathing heavily. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and stayed on my knees.

"Am I to visit the Prince again this morning?" I asked after a while. He opened his weary eyes in some alarm and tried to rise. "I had almost forgotten!" he wheezed. I placed my hand on his chest. "Rest. I know the way. And I know what I must do."

Grope sank back to the floor, so I made him comfortable with a few of the folded towels under his head, and then skipped from the cupboard into the hallway. Stage one of my plan was complete. I ran up the stairs towards the royal apartments.

From everything Glans had said, I knew his beloved Vulva would have to have chambers somewhere on this floor, but I had no idea which. So, part two of my plan was to run to the far end of the passage, where the two neanderthals guarding the King's chambers were stationed. I was glad to see that it was the same two, and that their weaponry sprang to attention as I ran along the hall, my tits bouncing under my skimpy tunic.

"Hello!" I chimed. They both grinned at me. I figured their combined IQs would just about manage communication at this level.

"I need a favour," I told them. "Do you know which door leads to the Lady Vulva's chambers?" They nodded again, grinning wider, teeth bared. "Can you show me?" They nodded again. "Will you show me?"

"Depends," grunted the one on the left. I had expected as much.

"Alright," I continued. "If you show me where the door is, you can fuck me." I thought that was a pretty good negotiating tool, and I opened the bodice of my tunic to let them have a good view of the merchandise. Their eyes boggled, their mouths gaped and their cocks rose in perfect, synchronised unison.

"Both of us?"

"One now, and the other after I have performed my duties for the Prince."

They looked at each other, and there was some silent body-language communication to establish agreement and a pecking order. The guy on the right bent his ear to listen at the door, and nodded. His comrade leant his halberd against the wall, and stepped forward.

The most private place we could find for the deal to be closed was the balcony of a window on the outside of the palace, which we reached by following a few turns and junctions along the corridor. I had a few moments to take in the dizzying view of one side of the courtyard, overlooking the smithy, my master's laboratory, and the stables, and then I was propped on the rail with my fanny cocked back, and my suitor unfastening the straps of his armour to produce a small, stubby penis, which he greased with spit and slid up me.

It was a pretty rapid fuck, but not unpleasant. Certainly my partner seemed to gain some pleasure from it, as did at least one other person. What sharp eyes that blacksmith had! He even managed to avoid striking himself with his hammer this time, as he craned his neck to look up at me being rogered from behind over a balcony rail, although he did burn his hand when he overbalanced and steadied himself on the forge.

To the accompaniment of a sharp scream from below, and a series of short grunts from behind, my encounter on the balcony was over. My partner fastened himself back into his ceremonial armour, and took me back inside. He pointed out a door, and nodded. I nodded back, and confirmed my grasp of the language by giving him a broad wink. He leered back, and staggered away, stretching and yawning.

I tapped on the door, but there was no answer, so I stepped inside. Vulva only rated a single room, though it was well decorated and furnished. She had a small bed, placed in the corner of the room, and she was lying in it, fast asleep. A small duvet covered most of her body, but I could see she wore a simple white nightgown, buttoned to her neck, and that her hair was braided. She was a very pretty young woman, and looked very innocent in her sleep.

At the foot of the bed there was a small cot, and there lay Virginia, looking neither so well covered, innocent or inanimate. In fact, she was stark naked, on her back with her feet in the air, and she was lazily diddling her clit with one finger. I stepped silently into the room, and closed the door behind me.

"Virginia!" I hissed. Her eyes opened at once, slightly alarmed, and I put my fingers to my lips to beg her not to call out. The girl had a sharp mind as well as a slut's body, and stepped lightly from her cot to come over to where I stood. Quite naturally, we put our arms round each other as we huddled in the corner.

"You're Nina, aren't you?" asked Virginia. I confirmed the fact. "What are you doing here?" That was a question which could have taken a while to answer. I went for the simple approach.

"I'm on a mission of mercy," I explained. She took this in without comment. "Is that your mistress?" She cast a rapid glance back at the bed, and then turned back, nodding. She stood very close to me, and I could feel the heat of her body on mine. The woman was very horny! She stood a little shorter than I did, and with her face upturned, framed by wild blonde curls, she almost looked angelic. Of course, you only had to have heard her recount the tale of her fuck with Condom the Barbarian to know that Virginia was a slut of the first order. I had interrupted her masturbation before she had come to orgasm, and her face and body was flushed pink with excitement.

"I understand she has the hots for Glans," I said. Virginia giggled, lifting a hand to her pale lips. Her grey-blue eyes were bright with excitement and mischief. "Not really," she replied at last. "She likes him, sure enough, but she's too innocent to think about actually going to bed with him. He touched her tits at a dance once, and she almost fainted! I don't think people have explained much about boys to her. Round here, they probably thought she'd pick it up as she went along."

"But the picture she sent him..." I cried. Virginia giggled again.

"I arranged that," she confessed. "I just wanted to move things along. They're made for each other, those two. I thought it might encourage him to make another move. Everyone knows he's completely stuck on her. It's only Vulva who's the problem."

I bit my lip in frustration. I had clearly misjudged the situation completely. I didn't dare give up, though. "If she had the right encouragement, do you think she'd try to make it with him?"

"I guess so... but why are you so interested?"

"I told you, I'm on a mission of mercy. Glans has the hots for Vulva in a big way, and it's causing him... problems." No point telling Virginia everything. "He thinks she has the hots for him, thanks to the picture. I was hoping to get them together."

"Really?!" Virginia exclaimed. A broad smile broke out all over her face. "How interesting. When were you planning to do this?"

"Right now. If we woke her up and asked her to come with us, do you think she'd agree." A shrewd look crossed Virginia's normally open and uncomplicated face.

"Perhaps... if I explained it to her. She trusts me."

"So, will you help?"

"Depends. What's in it for me?" she asked, and a slight smile crossed her lips. I had no idea what I had to offer. "What would you want?"

"You," she replied. I sighed. Oh, that. At least it had the merit of being easily arranged. I stepped out of my costume.

She led me to the small cot at the foot of her mistress' bed. It creaked alarmingly as we settled out weight on it, but managed to take the strain. I lay underneath, while she slid her naked body onto mine. There was a moment of pantomime while we both tried to open our legs and accept the other in between, but we finally managed to get into a position whereby we were both spread wide, me with my legs dangling on either side of the cot, and she straddling my hips. Being so short, her head was only on a level with my chest, which suited her fine.

"You have lovely breasts," she cooed, and she kissed and licked them gently. My nipples perked up quickly. Virginia was a very sensual, uninhibited lover, and my tits were soon tingling all over, and my cunt was leaking. I was a little embarrassed, for Virginia's fingers were quick to find their way under her thigh and into my pussy. It took her no time at all to realise what I had been up to.

"Is this spunk?" she giggled. I smiled back. "Who was it?" I'm sure I must have been blushing after that, because I had no idea of his name. She didn't seem too disappointed when I didn't say anything. "Feel my cunt," she insisted. I slid my hand over her taut buttocks, and dipped a finger into her wide open honeypot. She was soaking wet too, and some of the moisture had a very oily feel... I started frotting her clitoris, and coaxing it out of its nest. Virginia relaxed, laying her head on my breast. Then she started to talk.
"One of my lovers came calling last night, after my mistress went to bed. I went with him to a party in the home of one of the minor nobility, a fat woman by the name of Pudenda. When we arrived, the party had been going for a few hours, and everyone was drunk and having a good time. The hostess had had her bath brought into the main room. It was a large round bowl made of clear glass, and she was lying in it, with a man between her legs fucking her. You could see every inch of her through the glass Ð and believe me, there was a lot of her to see! There was water splashing everywhere, and people were cheering and clapping as the man fucked her fat body, and she came three or four times.

"It turned out that one of my ex-lovers was at the party too. I thought there might be a fight or something, because they were both so jealous, but Pudenda decided they should both have me. She ripped off all my clothes and made me lie on top of the man I had arrived with. A few quick flicks on my clit, and I was moist enough for him to slip his cock up me. I rode on top of him for a few seconds... then they made me lie flat, and I felt Pudenda rub some bath oil into my arse. Then my ex-lover lay on top of me, and pulled my buttocks open so that he could push his cock into my bum-hole. I could feel them both... side by side... inside me. When one pushed in, the other pulled out, and they were rubbing... against each other... through the wall between my cunt and my arse... Then... they both pushed up... at once!!"

Virginia clearly liked to tell stories of her own sex life, although I was never sure how much was real and how much imagined. Two men? Virginia's sex-life was far beyond my experience Ð either that or she had a very active imagination. Either way, she managed to turn herself on very quickly. If truth be told, I was a little aroused myself. I had closed my eyes while I listened to her erotic tale, and I first knew she was close when she stopped making any sense Ð unless you count the way she grunted at me to rub her "quicker", "harder", "deeper" and "just THERRRRRE!!!"

She came in a gush over my hand. I kissed the top of her head and opened my eyes. Then I opened them wider. Vulva, peeking down over the edge of her bed, smiled a awkward smile and said "Hello." She thought about this for a moment, and realised it was an inadequate greeting. "Golly!" she added.

***

One thing my hurriedly-conceived plan didn't have going for it was time. I had believed that I could leave Grope in dreamy sleep while I found Vulva and smuggled her into Glans' bedroom. My fuck on the balcony and a dalliance with Virginia were putting me well behind schedule. If I had been obeying Grope's instructions, I should have been in Glans room already; if he had recovered, and gone to take a look...

So I had to trust Virginia to explain what was going on, and to persuade Vulva to steal along to Glans room. Then I grabbed my clothes and rushed from the room.

The second guard broke into a wide grin as I ran naked along the corridor towards Glans' apartment. His partner was propped against the wall on the other side of the door, and managed no more than a sleepy smile as I approached until the first guard nudged him with the butt of his halberd, and started to advance to meet me.

"Not yet!" I squealed, darting past his massive hands. I ducked quickly into Glans' doorway. I took a swift peek into the bedroom Ð and found the prince alone, thank goodness. There was no sign of the Chamberlain. I rushed back out into the corridor.

The guard didn't look quite so eager this time, which jolted my confidence a little, until I realised he was snapping to attention and looking straight down the hall at an approaching figure. Grope! I half stood to attention myself. The Chamberlain was advancing quickly on his skinny legs, his staff tapping on the hallway tiles. He took a look at the over-conscientious guard, rigid both vertically and horizontally, then cast a slightly longer glance a the other guard, who was licking his lips, eyes closed, head tilted onto his shoulder. Grope looked at me quizzically, then his face took on that amused sneer I was so sick of.

"My, my, Nina. What have you been up to?"

I realised that my flushed face, dishevelled state and the sweat all over my body must have given him the right idea... which was the wrong idea, of course. He thought I had just been with the guard, which was a major mistake by a factor of several minutes.


"Oh, master Grope!" I wailed, trying to think at unaccustomed speed. "The Prince..."

"The Prince?" he repeated, cocking his eyebrow higher. I took him by the arm and led him away from the door. He was reluctant, but then he also didn't want the guards hearing anything either, so we moved off down the hall away.

"What's all this about, Nina?"

"My lord," I began, "the Prince was most... ardent this morning!"

"Really? How? In what way?"

"Well... when I arrived, his cock was already hard and thick... he must have been playing with it for some time. I did the things you told me... I pretended to attend to my duties, and let him see me as I bent forward to pick up his clothes. He watched for some time, and then leapt from the bedclothes, parading his nakedness before me."

Grope's habitual sneer was fading, the way it was prone to do when he was becoming interested. We moved off a little further, coming close to a junction. I knew that Virginia and Vulva would be coming this way soon, and that I had to guide Grope along the other branch of the passageway. I needed to be inventive. What would Charity say in such a circumstance? Or Virginia? I had to think like them.

"His cock stood out from his body like an extra limb. It curved upwards, the head red with blood. He reached out with his arms, and called me to join him.

" ÔNina...' he said. ÔPlease, do what you did to me yesterday!! Look at how I am afflicted!' The poor boy really was in quite a state. I stepped onto the bed and held him in my arms. His organ touched my thigh, and he quivered at the touch. I stroked his head, and tried to comfort him.

" ÔWhere are your pictures?' I asked him, for I noticed they were nowhere to be seen. ÔOh, Nina!' he said, ÔI didn't look at them this morning. Instead, I thought of you!' "

Grope chuckled. "Good, good!!" he gloated. We were passing the open junction.

" ÔBut you have never seen me naked, my Prince...' I continued. ÔHow did you imagine...' He blushed to the roots! ÔI... have seen... you... when you clean...' I pretended to be shocked, and the poor boy almost bit through his tongue in his haste to apologise and beg my forgiveness."

"Guilt!" cawed Grope. "That's the key!!!"

"I tried to assure him that it would be alright. He had done wrong... he had done a very wicked thing, but that I forgave him. This made him very happy. Then I took his hand, and placed it on my breast, much as I had done the day before. I felt him tremble. ÔWhat you have done is very wrong,' I explained, Ôbut since you are so afflicted with this terrible stiffness, it is understandable.' ÔDo you forgive me?' he asked. ÔLord Prince,' I told him, ÔI am just a serving-girl. It is not my place to deny you anything. If you had behaved such with a lady...' ÔOh, never!' he insisted. ÔLord Grope has been most diligent in teaching me that I must respect women, and not covet the use of their bodies.' ÔAnd this is correct,' I agreed. ÔNor truly should you sneak a glance at mine, but since you have seen so much of me already, it would be pointless to deny you. If you are to dream of me, perhaps you should know exactly what I look like.' "

"A master-stroke!"

"With that, I took off my clothes. He shivered again, unable to take his eyes from my breasts, which I lifted with my hands for his inspection. I showed him off, with a little coaxing, my nipples could be made to stand up, proud and ripe for sucking..."

"Yes? Yes???"

"I bade him kneel upon the bed. I kissed his chest, and showed him how a man's nipples were almost as sensitive to gentle caressing. Then while I kissed his breast, and slid one hand across his flat belly, I stretched out the other to take hold of his cock."

As I spoke, I reached out to take Grope in hand. I was quite flattered to find that his modest manhood was stirring under his robes. It hadn't been that long since our encounter in the cupboard, and he wasn't a young man, but he had the beginnings of a modest handful. I gripped it firmly, and rubbed it into greater prominence. Needless to say, this slowed our walking pace somewhat.

"I rubbed him vigorously, and his cock swelled even more, until I felt it tremble in my hand. At that moment, I touched the tip to my swollen breasts, and let him spunk across my globes. Great globs of jism fell across me, and I did not let go of him until I had delivered every last drop. He fell back on the bed, and has lain there ever since, in a fitful sleep."

"Good! Good!!" gasped Grope, coming closer to a crisis himself. I decided to take him over the edge, and whispered. "The last he saw of me, I had lifted my tits to my mouth, and was licking his seed clean with my -"

"Wonderful!!!!" heaved Grope in a lengthy moan, and he too delivered his spunk into my hands, a pitiful single spasm emptying his shrivelled balls. Still, it had the desired effect. Grope looked scarcely more able to stand than Tumescence faced with my naked body, and he leaned heavily on his cane in a posture I was very familiar with. It took several minutes for his breathing to calm down so that he could speak.

"You have done well. The boy continues to equate sex with sin, while becoming infatuated with you!! I think we'll let him sleep, dreaming of coming over those mammoth tits of yours. I have other, equally pressing duties. And you, Nina, are due in the Princesses' chambers." Didn't I know it. I bobbed a curtsy, and scampered back along the passage. I didn't look back, but I did keep my ears cocked to hear the sound of his retreating steps, and the diminishing sound of his cane tapping along the tiles.

I met Virginia and Vulva at the door to Glans' chambers. The first guard had given up all pretence at alertness, and was now sitting on the floor, propped in the corner, fast asleep. The other had been arguing with Virginia, presumably about their presence at Glans' door, but he brightened as I came close, and shifted his genitals around under his minuscule loin cloth in anticipation.

"Later!" I insisted, and he took on an angry frown. I thought he might begin an argument, so I gave his cock and encouraging squeeze. "I'm worth it!" I gestured towards his sleeping companion, and he smiled a lewd smile. While he was in a good mood, I slipped into Glans' rooms, waving the other women to follow me.

Vulva looked a little nervous, while Virginia was as twitchy as a female goat. "It took a little persuading, but she's here!" she whispered, both of us watching Virginia peer at the unfamiliar surroundings. "I told her she would have to learn sometime, and that Glans was impatient for her." Subtle, but probably the right move. I silenced Vulva with a touch on her shoulder, then approached the Lady Vulva.

"My lady... you understand why you are here?"

She nodded her head shyly.

"The Prince is the victim of a conspiracy. He needs to have someone beside him he can depend on. Who will look after him... comfort him... You understand?"

Another nod, as unconvincing as the last.

"Let me wake him," I said softly, "and you'll see what I mean."

I motioned the others to stand by the inner doorway, then stepped through into the bedroom. Whereas the sitting room had been in complete darkness, the inner chamber was brightly lit. Glans was wide awake, and had lit every lantern he could find. The room was as hot as a furnace and as bright as day. He was sitting on the bed without a stitch on. His face brightened as he caught sight of me. I was betting that wasn't the last reaction I would see.

"Nina!" he beamed. He stopped himself from leaping to his feet and giving me a hug, but it was a close run thing. I had a moment of unease, but I skipped quickly across to the bed. Something told me that the less conversation that took place, the better.

"I'm so pleased to see you!" he said. "And I you!!" I replied, and I kissed him quickly on the lips to make sure he didn't say anything else while I thought how best to arrange his union with Vulva. Glans' thoughts were elsewhere. He slipped his hand into my tunic and caressed my tits. I tried to ensure my body remained between him and the door, so that Vulva would be shielded from anything I didn't want her to see.

"My Prince, I must talk to you..." I said, trying to calm him down before he became too interested. For that, however, I was about an hour to late. Glans' prick was stiff and swollen, and his eyes had that glazed expression that told me he was not interested in conversation. He took hold of one of my hands, and swung it quickly onto his erection. I automatically curled my fingers around his erection, and squeezed gently.

Ordinarily, this gets a guy's attention, but Glans was drifting on the edge of euphoria already. This wasn't going to be easy. I wasn't against the idea of giving him another hand job, but I could sense Vulva and Virginia at the open doorway behind my back. I didn't think she'd understand if she saw me wanking the young man who was supposed to have eyes only for her. So, with considerable restraint, I stopped myself from caressing Glans' magnificent love-shaft, and took his face between my hands so that he was forced to look me in the eye.

"My Prince, please... listen. I have to explain something to you. Grope has been deceiving you. These feelings you have... these desires... they're perfectly normal."

His face twisted in confusion. "But Grope says that it is base lust Ð a mortal sin!!" His anguish was clear Ð Grope's brainwashing was perilously close to completion. "He says that's why I am... deformed." He glanced down towards his thick organ, which lay along one of his sleek, youthful thighs. How beautiful it was!

"But that's not true. Lust is natural. You shouldn't feel ashamed."

"Not even when I think of...?" he asked, his hands reaching towards my chest. I had to turn away quite smartly.

"No, not even when you dream of Vulva," I interpolated quickly. "Your desire for her is not only perfectly natural, it is a sign from the Gods."

Glans froze. Well, his eyebrows went up a bit, but the rest of him was quite stationary. If you don't count bits growing, that is...

"A sign from the Gods? Of what?"

"That you should consummate your desire for her."

Yes, I know it was all a bit feeble, and even Glans was close to seeing the rather weak nature of my argument, but my desperation carried the day.

"You do want her, don't you?"

He heaved a great sigh, and his big, puppy-eyed face took on an air of great tragedy. Even his cock seemed to become a little deflated Ð and that was a tragedy!

"Oh, yes! I'd give anything, if only I could...Êcould... errr..."

Naturally, there was still that problem to be overcome, but I gathered from the "Golly!" I heard whispered from the other room that Vulva had heard this somewhat unfinished declaration of love. I was sure that, given the right incentive and a little practical instruction, we could turn Ôerrr' into a more complete form of consummation.

So far, so good. I think part of me felt a little miffed that the Prince had forgotten me so quickly in turning to thoughts of his beloved Vulva, but you can't have everything. So, now all I needed was to find a way to introduce Vulva into this most delicate situation.

"Well, that's got that straight. In you go, girl. Get your kit off, and show the boy that you feel the same way!"

Suppressing an inward groan, I turned to see that Virginia had propelled Vulva into the room, and that the young noblewoman trying to recover her balance before she fell over the end of the bed. She failed, of course, and I'm not sure it wasn't on purpose. Certainly, she ended up with her face quite conveniently close to Glans' gigantic organ. "Gosh!" she shrilled.

Glans was completely petrified, of course. His conditioning by Grope had been so effective that the poor lamb became convinced that the doors to hell were opening under him, right then and there.Despite his fear and guilt, though (or, perhaps, because of them), his cock was stretching even further than before, as if the tip were straining to find its way into Vulva's pretty mouth.

"Crikey!!" she squealed.

"Oh!!!!" he wailed.

"Don't they make a lovely couple?" asked Virginia.

***

The situation quickly got out of control. Vulva got a fit of the giggles, Glans hid under his bedclothes, and Virginia didn't help at all with her constant demands that they should Ôget on with it'. And I was becoming overdue for my morning visit to the Princess. This was turning into a disaster.

"Look," I counselled Virginia. "I have to go for a few minutes. See if you can do something to sort out this mess."

"Like what?" she asked, in a voice that suggested she wasn't accepting any share of the blame for the fiasco.

"Well, don't let her leave, for starters. Try to get her to stop laughing. It's probably made the boy go all soft..."

"I could so something about that," she smiled, licking her lips.

"No!" I snapped. "He has to fuck Vulva, not you! Try to keep that in mind."

She frowned, and turned away. "If you're so sure you know what to do, why don't you do it? I'm sure you don't need me..."

I quickly wrapped my arms round her, tweaking her nipples and pressing my crotch to her bum. "I promise I'll make it up to you," I whispered.

She giggled, wriggled and turned to give me a conspiratorial wink. "OK," she sniggered. "Just leave it with me. I'll soon have him hard, her wet and the two of them as close as a flag up a flagpole."

With that less than obvious image in my mind, I kissed Virginia on the lips, and skipped quickly from the bedroom. By the time I reached the suite door, I'd managed to straighten my clothes. My word, that girl had quick hands!

The guards grinned wolfishly as I rushed across the hall. Their halberds were looking much more attentive than they had a little while ago.

Opening the door as quietly as I could, I crept into Deepthroat's chambers. I was terrified that she would be angry that I was so late, so I wasn't keen to draw attention to myself. I could hear Deepthroat singing in the bath, so I quickly gathered laundry and tidied the room, and generally tried to make it appear that I must have been there for ages.

As I picked up some clothes from around the bed, I noticed one a small blue bottle, the same type as I had worked with in my master's laboratory. I lifted the stopper, and sniffed at the contents. Even through the soft rose-scented notes, I could detect the unmistakable aroma of Deepthroat's oils. Reaching into a small pocket, I withdrew another of the same bottles, the one I had prepared earlier, and substituted it for the bottle from the bedside table.

Deepthroat must have heard the small chink as I set the replacement on the table. "Nina?" she called. "Is that you?"

"Yes, mistress," I replied.

"I was beginning to think you weren't coming," she said, sounding annoyed. I wondered how I might sooth her temper. Silly me, I knew the answer to that...

I went into the bathroom, to find Deepthroat immersed in a tub of scented, foam-crested water. She looked up at me with a slightly suspicious glint in her eye. "I had to fill my own bath," she complained. I hung my head in shame.

"It's alright," she continued. "I shalln't punish you; at least, not any more than we both desire." She giggled. "Help me out, will you?"

She stepped from the bath into a large towel which I held out for her. She wrapped herself in my embrace, and slid her body close to mine. I brushed a few strands of wet hair from her lovely face. Most of her black mane was tied up in a large bunch on the top of her head, making her appear about twenty inches taller. She reached up and pulled an implement that was only just smaller than a garden fork from the coils, and her black hair fell down like a tidal wave.