When I encountered my pretty young cousin for the first time in a dozen years, I was bent forward over the Count's magnificent inlaid desk, my eyes squinched shut as I concentrated on relaxing my oiled back passage, where my master -- amid grunts of effort and pleasure -- was inserting his erect cock.
Although this was far from the first time that he had penetrated my rectum, he had a thick, long member that stretched my tender anal bud to its maximum. My hands were behind me, spreading apart my buttocks to admit him as easily as possible. My skirts were pulled up past my waist, and my breasts spilled out of my bodice onto the desk top. An odor of musk and rut filled the study.
He pressed forward, impaling me deeply and kindling a glowing sensation inside my ass, as he reached in front of me and roughly rubbed my moist, shaved slit. He had commenced to fuck me steadily, and I was pressing my spread buttocks against him to admit him as deeply as possible, when I opened my eyes to see standing before me -- the Countess holding her wrist -- the sweet, unmistakable, appalled face of my only cousin, Christina.
It was hard to say which of the two of us was the more confounded. I was frozen in place, while Christina turned as pale as death and covered her eyes. Servicing my master in this manner was humiliating enough; to be observed doing so by an innocent young woman was dreadful. The Countess laughed gaily.
"Young lady, what an amusing way to reconnect with your cousin Sophie! See, she is performing her duties well! Watch her, she has plenty to teach you. As we still do her, of course." Appalled, Christina tried desperately to pull her wrist from the Countess' grasp, but the latter easily held her in place. The Count, clearly annoyed by the interruption, swatted me hard on the buttocks, so that I quickly resumed moving my hips to pleasure him. Amid the wet sounds of his cock thrusting into my loosening anus, I heard a gasp and a cry from my cousin as the Countess -- a little reluctantly -- drew her out of the room and up the grand staircase.
I tightened my sphincter around the shaft impaling me, and just then the Count pulled hard on my hair as he climaxed in my anus. I could feel the warm spray splash against my innermost depths and could not stop myself crying out in relief; perhaps also in pleasure. He slipped out of me, and (as required) I turned and slipped to my knees before him. Taking his softening cock into my mouth, carefully I licked and sucked the come, oil, and whatever else from it, obediently swallowing the liquid residue.
At a signal, I replaced his shaft inside his pants and buttoned them up. He gave me his fingers to suck clean; they had been used to spread the ointment inside me. He motioned for me to leave his presence, and I returned to my other chores, feeling the slow liquid drip of his essence from my still gaping rear entrance running down the crack of my round, full bottom.
I had been brought up in respectable middle class circumstances in a small Austrian town. But when my old aunt passed away, I was sent to distant relatives: the Count and Countess, who dwelt in considerable splendor on a large estate. From my first day there, I was trained to become an obedient wife for one of the Count's wealthy business associates. Since I am pretty, well mannered and quite submissive, my patrons thought it worthwhile to invest in considerable preparation for my future role.
However, this "preparation", besides involving instruction in the smooth running of a large household for my future husband, placed great emphasis on my role as a provider to him of sexual pleasure. As the Count early on informed me, the kind of mate he had in mind for me would probably require me to have his family crest branded on my bottom with a hot iron, and would keep a whip in his bedroom.
While my maidenhead would be reserved for my wedding night, from my first day I was taught to deliver pleasure with my hands, mouth, and ass. The Count largely left my training to his sister, a tall, impressive Amazon with sapphic inclinations. Twice a week my conduct and progress were reviewed while I stood naked and trembling before the two; almost always I was deemed to require chastisement for whatever perceived shortcomings were cited.
A paddle or whip, or occasionally a cane, was used on my back, bottom, inner thighs, belly or (when the other areas were marked and needed to heal, my captors not wishing to permanently affect my appearance) the palms of my hands. Squeal and writhe as I might, the punishment was inexorably carried out. The Countess -- usually the one who wielded the tool selected -- was merciless, not stopping the stinging blows until she was satisfied by the color and texture of my abused flesh that justice had been served.
She it was who, after punishing me, pulled up her gown and had me lick and suck her pussy and asshole until she was satisfied. She instructed me in fellatio; I learned techniques of lips, tongue and throat which I applied to my Master's brutal organ. He demanded such service usually once a day, so that my consumption of his seed -- of course I was expected to swallow every drop -- was substantial. Less often, and after I had worn an anal plug for a week to open me properly, I would be summoned to his bed, where he would forcefully penetrate my rectum, fucking me in the ass at length.
It was not long before almost all resistance on my part had been conquered. And what else could I do? I had no money, no family, no work skills or experience. I was completely dependent on my "benefactors". My disposition was anyway naturally docile and obedient. Though I dreaded the punishments, as I advanced in my training and made fewer mistakes there were not so many occasions for them. However, I could be sure that at least once a month fault would be found with me, and I would be bent over to receive a sequence of stinging blows on my tender, smarting skin.
The Countess, for one, certainly enjoyed seeing a fair young maiden gasping, flinching and pleading as a sequence of carefully placed, vicious cuts slashed her pretty bottom or thighs. My buttocks usually bore the traces of my most recent punishment; though as said, the targets were varied "so as not to spoil the merchandise", as the Countess expressed it with unusual crudity.
I most dreaded being whipped on the delicate skin of my inner thighs. This was the most sensitive place on my body. I would be placed on a bench on my back, my ankles drawn wide apart and up by leather straps. My wrists would be fastened to the bench, and a half dozen strokes of a vicious little dog whip applied to each side of my tender flesh, so that I would have to walk bowlegged for several days.
But I was well fed and housed, had an adequate wardrobe, slept in a comfortable, though locked, room with a fully equipped bath. The more I accepted my role as, in effect, a slave, the easier it was to accept and fulfill my obligations. These might include serving, completely nude, at a dinner party for some of the Count's intimates. While his guests relaxed over fine brandy and cigars, I would be required to crouch under the table and suck each of them off. Occasionally matters would become a little more riotous, as when I found myself on all fours being fucked simultaneously in both ass and mouth, my captors then switching position for a second round.
Enthusiasm on my part was obligatory; lack of it was a severe offense. I learned to moan and gasp in pleasure; at first simulated, but with the passing of time I began to somehow enjoy being used and abused, to give up my ass and mouth willingly to the deepest penetrations, so that my at first feigned sounds of lustful pleasure became increasingly sincere.
A cock firmly in my still narrow back passage now ignited a glow of sensation; I began to exult in my increasing ability to pleasingly suck and lick the various stiff shafts that were thrust in my mouth. When a fountain of come erupted in my throat or rectum, I delighted in my achievement. From time to time my masters would give me a reach around during anal sex, or I would play with myself while sucking them. It became increasingly easy for me to bring myself off. When summoned to the Countess' bed -- she preferred her own sex -- she would sometimes caress me, providing an explosive climax on my part. Gradually my attitude was being changed. The Count and Countess observed this, and approved.
