Rise of the Victor House
An evening at Noorwood Estate - Part 2
Although her chains had been loosened for comfort, Marlene remained nude, cradled in Nicholas' lap while he smoked his pipe and intermittently pondered aloud about the nature of a just society and the necessity of his revolution. Of the secret parallel government that must come to fruition before he could ascend to his rightful place - guiding humanity to prosperity.
"Nick Victor, husband to humanity." Marlene silently mused to herself, half joking. Although she often enjoyed listening to Nicholas describe his outlandish plans, that evening his words electrified her, fluttered her stomach and set her loins to a throbbing burn.
When he would pause, her mind would replay the events of the morning: being called across town to find inquisitor corpses in a messy pile with her employer, Nicholas, standing over them matter-of-factly. She remembered mentally panicking at witnessing first-hand the results of his capital crimes - but as images flooded her mind of the public torture and execution they would surely receive when the inquisition discovered this scene, Nicholas simply lit his pipe with blood-stained hands and asked "Can you hire some trustworthy people to help clean up this house and get rid of these corpses?" His tone was so calm and direct, so unafraid of what he had done to those men, leaking all over the floor.
And in that afternoon, the boogeymen of her life story had been humanized, slain and what remained of them, swept away like common refuse. She remembered him putting his cleaner hand on her shoulder as he spoke again, "Oh, and maybe we can salvage some of these uniforms. I bet we could cause some real havoc with a few of these intact." His words snapped her from her daze; once a tailor's daughter, she was a revolutionary now, and her life belonged to the future of her people.
Marlene was drawn from her memory as she noticed a fresh wetness between her thighs. Nicholas had paused to kiss her cheek, temple and to take a few deep breaths of her mostly-dry hair. The attention was causing her erogenous anatomy to tingle, so she craned her neck to meet Nicholas' eyes and slowly opened her thighs. The edge of his lips curled slightly, as if threatening to smile while his fingertips mindlessly danced their way to her exposed sex. He immediately discovered the fresh slickness of her labia causing his face to erupt unabashedly into a wide grin. Marlene nodded back seductively.
Without effort, Nicholas lifted Marlene and carried her a short distance across the house to the bedroom that they had earlier prepared. Nicholas placed her nude, shackled form on the bed, stood next to a tall mirror and began undressing before her. She could already feel her heartbeat thumping in her vagina, but her welling desire grew as she watched him remove weapon after weapon from their hiding places on his body. Nicholas only grinned when he noticed the girl becoming impatient, wagging her hips and rubbing her thighs together as she enjoyed the show. Soon he was naked; his blonde chest hair caught the candle light and a pile of guns glistened on the night table. His impressive manhood weighed heavily before her and even on the bed Marlene's slender feet could feel the heat of it. He grinned again when she let her legs fall open and reached a toe off the bed to caress his thigh. Finally he grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Then, stepping close, he reached around her body and began manipulating the manacles that kept her arms.
Marlene didn't mind being restrained; though she'd only known Nicholas for a few weeks, she was fairly confident that he intended her no real harm, even if he played a little rougher than the broken cowards of the slums. Indeed, in her keen perception, she could tell that her bondage had almost seemed to sooth Nicholas in some barely discernible way. It did seem strange to her that he kept the shackles on his person as he went about his business around the city and she could tell from his comfortable use of the device that he was quick to employ them. Now, with his chest hair on her cheek, and the heft of his cock on her leg, she couldn't help but imagine him using the shackles on others. Criminals? Inquisitors? She supposed that he wasn't particularly fond of violence or murder, though the church-inquisitors rarely presented one with an alternative option. Another shiver of excitement shot through her at imagining her lover, the dangerous revolutionary, imposing his will on his enemies - their enemies, hers and his. Soon she felt the shackles release and they fell to the bed as Nicholas cradled her head to his chest with one hand while rubbing knots out of her shoulder with the other. The massage felt nice enough that Marlene could resist pouncing on the blonde man for at least another moment, and instead wrapped her sore arms around him, caressing his strong back and muscular butt.
Marlene's patience was nearly exhausted by the time Nicholas stopped. He kissed her on the forehead and then took her leg and lifted it, rolling the girl onto her back. Then at the edge of the bed, he kneeled and, starting from her ankle, began kissing his way up the inside of her leg. Nicholas' pace was excruciatingly slow, mustering all of his patience; he was determined to properly bed the au pair on this first encounter. Soon enough, he was kissing her pubis and the creases of her thighs as Marlene involuntarily rocked her hips and tugged at her nipples. Breathy coos sounded through the room, exciting Nicholas' penis to fill slowly. When the blonde revolutionary finally let his tongue slip between the folds of Marlene's sex, his touch was deliberate and precise, eliciting a sharp loud moan from the girl as a shuddering jerk shot violently through her body. It took several moments for Marlene's body to settle as Nicholas lapped at her sensitive nub, but she soon ran her fingers through her lover's curled blonde locks, holding his face to her pussy while she lifted her body on an elbow to watch the criminal worship. His technique was excellent and the sight of him working her pussy with his face was driving Marlene ever faster towards her inevitable climax. The raven haired au pair had been free, vocally expressing her pleasure, but she grew quiet as she began to fight her impending orgasm; glancing around the stately room for any sight less erotic than that of Nicholas eating her pussy.
As Marlene's view landed on the glinting hilt of his rapier, leaning on the nightstand, she keenly felt Nicholas's chin hair tickle the crevice of her ass, and all at once her vision narrowed as she lost control of her climax. Her elbow fell out from under her as her hips rocked against Nicholas' face; her hand still holding his head in place as her thighs closed around him. The orgasm lasted only a dozen or so seconds before Marlene's body fell limp, her tiny breasts rising and falling with her breath. Nicholas didn't waste any time, climbing over her on the bed and, with an arm wrapped under her back, he pulled her to the center of the mattress. Marlene's body was still twitching in the aftermath of her climax as he positioned himself between her thighs, pulling her hips into his lap and examining her shorn smooth pubis, glistening wet in the candle light. His semi-hard cock laid fatly over her crotch, cradled between her mons and her thigh, when he leaned forward to kiss her with quim soaked lips. As they shared the taste of her sex, Nicholas pulled her arms over her head, each at a time, and pinned them to the soft mattress with one hand. His opposite hand peeled his still thickening meat from her hip and began teasing the entrance of her vagina with his cock-head. Marlene shivered and moaned into their kiss, still sensitive from her recent orgasm as Nicholas bluntly teased the outer folds of her sex.
In the long moments of preamble, Marlene had become breathy with Nicholas' domineering kiss at her mouth, and the barely controllable jolts of lightning-like pleasure from her tingling vulva. When at last Nicholas began pressing himself against her entrance he lifted himself to see a hint of pain on her face before her blue eyes popped open and her expression shifted to a sort of nervous eagerness. With that, Nicholas shifted his hips slowly forward and Marlene's pussy splayed wide to accept his pronounced crown. He could feel her leg sliding up against the side of his torso as he began to tease her wet hole with the tip of his tool, pressing slightly deeper with each slow, persistent thrust. Marlene could feel him growing inside of her and although the feeling of being stretched was quite satisfying, she was glad that he was going slow for now. Minutes passed as Nicholas patiently opened Marlene while he kissed her neck, collarbone and breast; the blonde revolutionary was careful to never give her more than half of his length as he scrubbed her insides with his cock-head. It wasn't long before it became clear that Marlene was going to cum again soon; the flare of him bumping insistently over her spot. Without unpinning her hands from over her head, Nicholas lifted his face from Marlene and began clumsily thumbing her clit with his free hand as he patiently watched the lovely expressions of pleasure cross her face. Although she tried, she couldn't hold her eyes open, instead squeezing them tightly shut as her long moans grew quiet once more. For a moment it seemed that Marlene would resist her orgasm but as Nicholas' touch became more deliberate, her willpower crumbled. She began shaking, his thumb was still tickling her nub while he humped her g-spot in shallow strokes. She came; he could feel her arms struggling to be loose, struggling to hold him tight as he slowly fucked her but Nicholas would not let her free. The orgasmic fit was prolonged by Nicholas' manual attention to her slit - shuddering in his hands, and half impaled on his cock.
Soon Marlene could again open her eyes, her dreamy expression glowed with a surplus of joy. Although Nicholas could savor the erotic delight in Marlene's eyes all day, he was on a mission, and upon her recovery he began pressing the rest of his, now rigid cock-meat into her at a slow pace. He watched as her expression became lighter, higher, almost giddy as more and more of his thick cock disappeared inside her tight hole. Soon her eyebrows scrunched together as his tool pressed against her cervix. Still, there was an inch or more of space between their hips as he pressed her most private place. He rocked his hips back, withdrawing his organ from her nearly completely before giving her a full stroke, his cock head striking her deepest spot just hard enough that he could see the discomfort on her face. Within just a few strokes Nicholas had reached a steady pace, pounding her open and gradually forcing her to accept the rest of his length.
Each thrust was slightly less painful than the last; Marlene might have described the interaction as rude, but Nicholas wasn't one of the cowed townies she was accustomed to - he was a dangerous unknown from beyond the city, confident and ruthless, a conqueror. As he claimed her body for himself it only made sense that his pleasure would come at her own expense, indeed such rationalizations only excited her more. With her hands still pinned she struggled to feel close to him; rubbing him with her thighs, digging her heel into the muscle of his buttock, trying to show him that she was his. Alternatively she reveled in the lewd sensation of such a large tool gliding in and out of her in its full length. As the pain subsided, she could focus on the sensation of his wild pubic hair tickling her naked vulva at the end of each thrust, heralding the slap of his hips to hers.
After several thrusts without pain, Marlene's eyes drifted open to spy her lover. His brow was furrowed, his teeth clenched, and his eyes searched her with intensity. He reminded her of a city craftsman, solely focused on the product. 'His art,' the words popped into her head. As a bead of clear sweat threatened to drip from his nose, she stared into his eyes, which seemed to search through her, and she wondered if he was enjoying himself at all, if his labor at her ecstasy was consuming his own.
She again fruitlessly struggled her wrists in his grasp, whispering "Nick?"
