The serving boy took their plates away. Carmen stood. Tonight she was dressed in tight-fitting black leather trousers and an equally figure-hugging black leather top. There was a hole in the top where through which her cleavage was visible and she had asked Liana to knot her hair into a single braid. Carmen had said that her outfit was 'appropriate' for the Angel and that Liana should wear a suspender belt, stockings and no underwear. She suggested white, as it would give a pleasing contrast to Carmen's rather sinister look. Liana had searched through the cupboards and found some suitable lingerie. When she asked about shoes and a top Carmen has said it was not really that important so Liana had picked a white basque and some strappy white sandals - no pointed heels today. She also asked Carmen to braid her hair, just so that they matched.
"You look stunning," said Carmen looking her up and down. Her eyes lingered on Liana's where she would see a little of Liana's slit. She took a step forward and ran a single finger along its length.
"Hmmm. I'd be surprised if he lasted more than a minute."
Liana had also been eyeing Camen - leather-clad and voluptuous - she drank in every sensuous curve. "You look like the deadliest vixen in the realm. I'd give him no more than the count of thirty."
"Good, that's the plan."
Carmen lead the way out, taking a small green bottle off the sideboard as she left.
They arrived at the door to the Duke's room. They could hear him speaking with the armoured warrior. Something about a trade dispute and some hangings. Carmen waited a few seconds and then knocked.
"Enter"
She turned the heavy latch and stepped into the room. The fire was crackling in the grate. The warrior was silent in the corner and the squat form of the Duke was stood by a small table, checking the contents of a carved wooden box.
After a moment he turned and grinned with yellowing teeth. "Evening ladies. I say, what a bloody treat. Look at you two. Liana my dear, you are a picture in white, very chaste, very...virginal. Like a bride on her wedding night." His eyes travelled down her. "Oh my, what a stunning little pussy, and perfectly shaved. I wish it was my birthday right now. And Carmen, I can see you are dressed the part. I assume you will be the Angel?"
"Yes, m'lord. I thought it better Liana watch as it was her first time."
"Quite right," said the Duke scratching at his groin.
"Well, as you can imagine, I've been looking forward to this. Liana, get on the bed and spread your legs for me."
Liana had prepared herself for this all day. She was not going to disobey or mentally complain. Carmen had told her this would be easy. She had to trust her. As requested she climbed on the enormous four-poster and laid back on a pile of huge silk pillows. When she was comfortable, she let her knees fall open. The Duke watched, eyes filled with glee. Opening her legs had not caused her lips part up so all he could was a perfect pink verticle line.
He continued to stare for a moment, then suddenly caught himself.
"I could look at that all day." He removed his slippers. Then undid his breeches and longjohns and pulled them off as one. His jacket and shirt followed and in seconds he was stood totally naked. His pale, corpulent body was marred by patches of red peeling skin and occasional blisters. His cock was stiff and swung about when he moved.
"Are you ready my lord?" asked Carmen holding up the bottle.
"Oh yes. I've been ready all day."
Carmen removed the stopper and downed the liquid in one. The Duke watched her intently and Carmen made an effort to control her breathing. Clearly, whatever was in the potion was having a powerful effect on her. It took Liana a moment to discern what was happened but when she saw it she couldn't believe what she was seeing.
