My first was also my last. Countess Elizabeth, a frequent visitor to the Castle, much admired by all, it seemed. Though her more public assignations were always with the gentlemen of the Royal Court, in private she insisted on being served by a girl. Indeed, very soon she had insisted it was me.
"Good evening, Lady Elizabeth," I said, slipping in through the not-so-secret door.
She smiled at me warmly. "Belinda..." She was lying naked amidst a mess of sheets, and at the sight of me she spread her legs invitingly. "I hear this is your last night."
I crawled onto the bed. "As a Rose Girl? Yes, my Lady. Thank you, my Lady." I lowered my nose to her sweet, aristocratic pussy, and breathed in appreciatively.
"I? I had nothing to do with it."
"Every time you speak my name, I am rewarded." I kissed her clit, and licked a pearl of cum from her thigh. "How many gentlemen have you had the pleasure of tonight, my Lady?"
"Sadly, only two, though what they lacked in stamina they certainly made up for in enthusiasm.
"It does seem their aim was sorely lacking," I said, and my tongue swept her sensitive, cum-splashed inner thighs.
"On the contrary. Lord Reginald greatly admires the sight of his own member, and took great pleasure in marking me thus."
I grinned up at her. "The quantity is impressive."
"I would have preferred it within, so that I would have an excuse to keep you there for hours."
"My Lady needs no excuse for that. She needs merely ask."
"But what of tomorrow, my lovely Belinda? Who will serve me when you are no longer a Rose Girl? I will surely miss you."
"No, my Lady. For ten years you have commanded my service. Tomorrow, and for as long as I am a Blue Belle, you will receive it willingly."
As my tongue teased at last between the deliciously wet folds of her labia, she murmured, "I pray that is forever."
*
Ten years as a Rose Girl. I can't say it was all good, and that there weren't many nights where I cried myself to sleep, feeling abused by life, sick of the disparity of wealth that created our accursed aristocracy. Lady Elizabeth was one of the very few good ones, but even she could - and perhaps would - have crushed me like an insect, had I ever displeased her.
We Rose Girls had it good. As long as we embraced our role as the Castle's harlots with enthusiasm, giving and occasionally receiving pleasure, then we would serve for a minimum of ten years before being promoted to the Blue Belles. Those who fought against this fate... disappeared.
The Scarlet Women were seldom seen, and were regarded fearfully. According to rumour, they were kept in the Castle's dungeons and subjected to tortures on the whims of the aristocracy. They wore the same uniforms as us, though their corsets, skirts and stockings were scarlet red, and they wore, in addition, steel collars and wrist cuffs with rings. Some were men, and some woman, but all, like us, wore steel chastity belts.
Rose Girls were not allowed in the dungeons. An exception was made in my case, because I was an apprentice electrician and my master, an elderly Blue Belle named Jack, needed my assistance replacing the cabling in the Castle's underbelly.
Truly the dungeons were a place of horror. Jack called them the Circles of Hell, where not only Scarlet Women but also aristocrats paid for their sins on Earth above. The Queen dealt with her enemies ruthlessly.
The lucky ones were those who had had their spirits broken, the wildness in their hearts tamed by the cane. Those who resisted endured torments that made my blood run cold. There were some even who had had their limbs replaced with macabre clockwork. What I witnessed there still gives me nightmares to this day. What I experienced there was but a taste.
I was allowed into the dungeon to work, but I was not guaranteed safety. If an aristo wanted to use a Rose Girl, even in the dungeon, I couldn't deny her. She was a tall woman with short, dark hair, a cruel sneer about her lips, and eyes that blazed with hunger. She bound me to a low table, gagged, my arms pulled painfully wide, my legs spread by chains that pulled my ankles towards the ceiling until my bum was lifted too.
I screamed through my gag as she whipped my inner thighs, alternating left and right, hard enough that it left me with scars, and when I was sure I was going to choke on my own tears, she harnessed herself with a huge strap-on dildo and fucked my ass while whipping my bare arms. More scars there.
Satisfied with my misery, she let me go and wandered off in search of other victims. How long I lay sobbing in Jack's arms, I don't know, but I needed his comforting more than anything in my life.
Had I needed an incentive to enjoy my work as a Rose Girl, that would have been it. The alternative did not bear thinking about.
*
Lady Elizabeth released my nipple from between her teeth and looked down at the chastity belt she was stroking. "I hate that you have to wear that thing," she said.
"My cunt is the Queen's, my Lady. The rest of me is yours to command."
"I know, but we desire most that which is denied us."
"If you desire the Queen's cunt so much, maybe you should ask her for it."
She stiffened with momentary fear. "Don't joke about such things."
"Then forget about it, my Lady, and let us take pleasure in sharing yours."
She laughed, and kissed me. "Promise me you'll always be mine."
"As long as I wear the Blue, my Lady, I'll always come to you."
*
Lady Elizabeth was my first, my last, and my favourite, but there were many others. Too many to count. And though there were times when a whole week could go by without anyone requiring my sexual services, there were also weeks when I seemed to spend the whole day, every day, sucking one cock or another.
