The day had finally arrived. The news spread quickly in Devon that the English Fleet had defeated the Spanish Armada, sending the Spanish ships staggering up the coast of Scotland and breaking up across the Atlantic. Sir Francis Drake’s heroism was solidified as word of his calm demeanor in the face of attack circulated. While playing a game of bowls on The Hoe in Plymouth, he was told of the Spanish Armada’s entrance into the English Channel. His response was to finish his game first. He did and then he and Lord Admiral Howard finished the Spanish.
Catalina greeted the news without a flicker of despair, for she had always identified herself as more English than Spanish. The victory would result in a big celebration at Haverstoke’s castle, however, and Catalina was almost certain that the ribaldry would lead to her into Jake’s bed at last.
It would be a turning point for her, signaling her time for escape. A wary partnership had developed between Elizabeth’s maid, Rose, and Catalina. Rose was exceedingly jealous of her ladyship’s attention to Catalina, and she wanted her gone from the castle. She had put aside some of her own clothing for her, and had collected information for her about her half-brothers and their estate some miles down the coast. She also agreed to set Catalina free of her chains one evening so she could make her escape. Catalina’s only reason for waiting was her desire for Jake. Then she would show him how strong she really was by turning her back on him. He was mistaken if he believed she had been broken and subdued by the treatment she’d received at his castle.
The day of the celebration began with Catalina already sore and tired. Elizabeth, also sensing her husband’s impending claim on her slave, had used her vigorously the previous day and night. Mrs. Bascomb and the rest of the servants were bustling around the castle in preparation of the festivities, and Elizabeth had ordered Mrs. Bascomb to take Catalina in her wake, ostensibly so that she could help the servants, but Catalina knew it was just to continue her humiliation. Mrs. Bascomb attached a leash to the ring between Catalina’s legs and led her around the castle on her hands and knees. She was not allowed to wear any of the pretty, transparent silk garments that Elizabeth had fashioned for her either. She was to remain naked except for the gold rings on her nipples, with a chain swinging between them, and the ring on her bud to which the leash was attached.
All throughout that day Mrs. Bascomb had yanked her along in her wake to the appreciative looks of the servants. She was present while the maids were making up the beds in the spare bedchambers for the guests. Once they finished laying the linens on the beds, they had her do the most menial of tasks for them, dusting under the beds, shaking out the coverlets, and polishing the bedposts. In short, they stood around talking while they ordered Catalina to do the rest of the work. To get her attention or to position her in another part of the room, they casually tugged on her leash or grasped the chain between her nipples. If they were displeased with her work or thought she was moving too slowly, they smacked her bottom with their bare hands or borrowed Mrs. Bascomb’s paddle that she kept hooked to a belt around her waist. Catalina’s bottom was sore and stinging as she left each bedchamber.
Mrs. Bascomb then led Catalina into the kitchens where she used to work before Haverstoke turned her over to his wife. The kitchen and scullery maids were resentful of the soft treatment Catalina was now receiving in the castle’s living quarters and they meant to have their revenge. Again, they set her to all the hardest tasks, pulling her this way and that by her rings. When it was time for their break, they decided to play with her a little more. While they sat down to their bread and butter, Catalina climbed onto the large oak table to serve them, but she was not allowed to use her hands. So she crawled back and forth along the table picking up cutlery or thick slices of bread between her breasts, which she squeezed together with her hands. Releasing her breasts, she dropped the items in front of the maids. For her efforts, she received a tug on the chain hanging between her breasts or a flick to her nipple rings.
When the meal was over, the maids devised a game for their pleasure and Catalina’s humiliation. They piled grapes, strawberries, kumquats, and all other manner of small fruit at the end of the long table. Then they ordered her to crawl to the stack of fruit, turn around, and lowering her bottom, pick up the fruit in the crack of her bottom cheeks. They allowed her the use of her hands to spread her cheeks to accommodate the larger pieces of fruit. After securing a piece of fruit in her ass, she was to crawl to the other end of the table and deposit it in the same manner. Her journey down the length of the table was punctuated by slaps and pinches to her bottom in an effort to dislodge the fruit. The maids found as much sport in gambling as did their male counterparts, and they laid bets on who could jar loose the most fruit, whether a piece of fruit would be released at the other end of the table squashed or whole, and how fast Catalina could pick up and release a piece of fruit.
At the end of the game, Catalina was stiff and tired and had mashed fruit dripping from her bottom. The maid who lost the most bets got the dubious honor of licking her clean. The maids hauled her off the table, bent her over it, and had her spread her legs wide open. The losing maid bent down behind her spread-eagled form and began lapping up the mess dribbling down Catalina’s crack and thighs. A few times she’d press her face between her legs and dart her tongue toward Catalina’s hard pearl causing her to groan and grind herself against the table.
They were not done with her yet, desirous of delivering one final indignity. One of the women scooped up some butter in her fingers and massaged it into Catalina’s bottom hole. Each woman grabbed her own choice of phallus, whether it was a cucumber, banana, or spoon and lined up behind Catalina’s protruding, oiled ass. They took turns pumping her, some reaching around to tweak the rings on her nipples or tug at the one piercing her nub. While her ass was being invaded, she climaxed several times, pushing back against the object and the hand holding it.
Getting back to work, they left her bent over the table, her glistening bottom opened by a long carrot shoved firmly into her hole. She stayed there while they worked around her, as nobody had as yet given her an order to move and Mrs. Bascomb had left the kitchen on another errand.
Soon Mrs. Bascomb returned and she pulled at Catalina’s leash, telling her to get on her hands and knees. While she led her out of the kitchen, Mrs. Bascomb said, “Now it’s time for you to do your duty in the stables. The men are filled with pent up excitement over the festivities tomorrow, and her ladyship wishes them to relieve some of this tension.” She smirked down at Catalina. “Don’t look so downcast, slave, we all know you enjoy it so much.”
The men who had been working outside all day readying the gardens and the stables were now gathered in the stable waiting for their entertainment. Mrs. Bascomb walked into the center of the gathering and dropped Catalina’s leash. “Here’s your reward for all your hard work, men. Use her as you wish; I’ll be back to collect her when her ladyship feels enough time has passed.”
The head groom, Percy, took charge in her absence. “All right, lads, don’t push, no fighting, and we’ll all get our turns. Before we rig ‘er up, I’ll have a bit to eat seeing as how I devised our bit of fun.”
Percy had already seen the green stem of the carrot still hanging out of Catalina’s hole when Mrs. Bascomb led her into the stable. And he ordered her to bend over a bale of hay. The hay scratched her as she lay across it. There were shouts of laughter as the men saw the carrot in her ass and Percy’s meaning became clear to them all.
“Reach back, slut, and spread those cheeks out wide. I don’t want to work too hard for me bite to eat.”
Catalina reached back with both of her hands and spread herself wide open for him. Her cheeks were still slick with the butter the maids had spread over her, and she had to pinch her bottom for a better grip. The men enjoyed the view. Percy put the stem of the carrot between his teeth and tugged. The carrot eased out a bit and he bit off the end flush with her hole. This left him nothing to grip.
He looked around him slyly. “Push that out a little for me, slave.”
Catalina bore down to expel more of the carrot, and Percy bit off the next section. He ordered her to push out a little more, but as she did so, he promptly used his tongue to shove it back inside. The other men roared their approval. He teased her in this manner a few more times, and then returned to nipping off pieces with his teeth. When there was just the small tip of the carrot left in her anus, Perry wiggled his tongue inside her The other men enjoyed the sight so much, they brushed Catalina’s hands off her ass cheeks and used their own rough hands to squeeze them together, mashing Perry’s lips and nose between her cheeks.
When Perry came up for air, it was with a big smile on his face. “Now lads, it’s time for the fun to start.”
Catalina was still face down over the bale of hay, so she couldn’t see what was making the sliding noise behind her. Then two of the men grabbed her roughly and stood her on her feet. Her eyes lifted to a rope contraption hanging down from the loft above; the ropes seemed to be connected by pulleys and there was a canvas cloth in the middle of it all.
The men soon had her positioned amid the ropes, her back reclining on the canvas seat, leaving her whole bottom area exposed with her legs spread wide open. Once she was settled, one man in each of the four corners unwound the ropes from their moorings. When two of the men pulled, her body moved up and down; when the other two men pulled the ropes, her body swayed forward and backward.
One of the grooms placed a small stool in front of her, and the men began drawing pieces of hay. Based on the length of the piece they drew, the men began forming two lines. The two men at the heads of the lines removed their breeches, their eager cocks already hard and stiff. One of the gardeners stepped forward with a handful of lard. He reached under her and began spreading it all along her cunny, shoving his greased fingers into her two holes.
“She hardly needs it, mates. She’s dripping wet already.”
It was true. Catalina didn’t know quite what was in store for her, but her body reacted with excitement at the thought of being used by all these men. Her months serving as a sex slave at the castle had truly conditioned her.
At last they were ready. One of the men naked below the waist sat down on the stool in front of her, his hard cock sticking out like a rod. The second man lay down beneath her body, his member jutting straight up. They nodded and the men handling the ropes began pulling. Catalina’s body swung forward slowly until her love hole was pierced by the cock in front of her. They left her there for a moment, as the man on the stool pumped his hips forward, delving into her purse. The men pulled the ropes again and she eased back, withdrawing from the stiff rod. Again, the ropes moved and her body was lowered onto the waiting shaft below her. This hard prick was aimed right at her bottom hole and pierced its target as its owner grunted Again she remained in this position as the man below her plowed her anus.
