The Chateau

Charlotte almost lost consciousness as her orgasm ripped through her and overloaded her brain with sensation. The blackness and stars returned, her breathing stopped, her heart pounded and time stood still. In her head, everything was silent and still. Nothing existed except the pounding swirl of pleasure beyond imagination. Her body floated in a heavenly embrace. Peace. Bliss. Nothing.

Charlotte's breathing returned with a jolt and her gasps and pounding heart beat provided a rhythm for her to slowly regain awareness of her surroundings. She opened her eyes to realise that the men and women had gone and she was left limp and hanging from the cords above her. Her shaking legs couldn't support her body, she was spent. A rag doll. Every fibre of her body throbbed with sensory overload and she wondered if this had been the strongest orgasm of her life. She felt wetness on her thighs and realised that this must be the liquid passion from her own body that overflowed after her colossal release. Slowly, she regained some semblance of control and stood on her tip toes to loosen the loops around her wrists and release her hands from their binding grip. She stepped off the sofa and onto the carpeted floor, legs like jelly and all of her senses disorientated.

And suddenly, Charlotte was in the arms of Aurelie. "Oh my sweet," cooed Aurelie, "I've never seen you so turned on. Your cheeks and chest are flushed red with passion! You are like an apple about to be eaten my love." Aurelie guided her out of the chamber and back to the bathhouse. This time, she was quickly showered to freshen her body after the men had explored her so intimately and then Aurelie stood her next to a cabinet and selected lotions and body yoghurts to spread over her skin. They smelled both divine and extremely expensive. Taking a key, Aurelie unlocked a draw and brought forth a small jar of an unlabelled lotion. "You won't believe what this will do to you," she whispered and with delicate movements of her slender fingers, Aurelie massaged small amounts of the lotion into Charlotte's labia, lips and anal rose.

The lotion seemed to have no effect but as Aurelie stepped back and waited, gazing patiently into Charlotte's blue eyes, Charlotte sensed the first burning tingle on her lips. The feeling spread, firing her lips, her pussy and her twitching ass with an amazing sensation of enhanced sensitivity. It was as if Charlotte could feel each pulse of blood flowing through the tender skin of her most intimate places. She could feel the air on her pussy like the breath of angels and in her ass it was as if the slightest sensations were heightened and multiplied. Charlotte's eyes grew wider and wider as the intensity of the feeling kept increasing and she couldn't help herself crying out with the unexpected rush of pleasure.

"Oh my God, Aurelie!" Charlotte gasped as her erogenous zones were flooded with sensation.

Aurelie smiled back and said simply. "Now you are ready, my sweet. Time for your costume."

With her body tingling from massive recent orgasms and effects of the intimate lotion applied to her, Charlotte was almost in a daze as Aurelie opened a wardrobe and her full outfit was revealed. Excitement and responsibility sharpened Charlotte's senses and she inhaled deeply to focus on the task ahead.

No expense had been spared in selecting Charlotte's costume for the forthcoming performance. She was to play the high priestess and exquisite hand crafted garments were soon placed on her body as Aurelie's expert fingers manipulated the buckles, laces and straps with efficient precision. Finally, the elaborate bonnet of the high priestess was rested on her head and Aurelie guided her to the mirror.

Charlotte knew she was hot but looking at herself in her altered state, as the high priestess of this performance piece she had spent weeks learning off by heart, she felt pride and sexual confidence in abundance. High leather boots with shining buckles; the studs and laces enhanced her long legs and led the eye to the crossed straps that accentuated her thighs and then drew the gaze straight to her naked pussy, framed as it was by golden chains meeting just below her navel in a golden circle.

The open crotch latex bodice hugged her abdomen and shone as it fitted her body like a second skin. Black and shiny, it revealed all of her womanly curves, yet stopped just before her breasts with an underwired rim to lift her glorious boobs and make them project forward. Strapping from a leather harness criss-crossed her shoulders and one arm whilst the other was bare, revealing her bold tattoo. With the wonderland of her skin wrapped in enticing straps, latex and leather, Charlotte recognised that this outfit had been made especially for her, taking into account of the individuality of her body. Enhancing all of her features. She was like a gothic goddess.

Around her neck an elaborate black jewelled necklace embraced her skin like a spider's web. Aurelie had informed her that parts of it were made from Whitby jet, another personal touch acknowledging her heritage. On her head was an elaborate bonnet with wild pointed projections suggesting magic and mystery. Her body was transformed into an artistic celebration of her passion and sexual drive. She looked again at her pussy, so neat and perfect, her slender outer lips covering completely her delicate inner folds. Shielding her intimate petals from view but tantalising the viewer with the promise of her nectar filled centre. This is the view she would present to the audience waiting in the hall. No one in the audience would be able to tear their eyes away from her pussy as she entered the room wearing this outfit. Charlotte smouldered with the heat of this realisation.

Finally, Aurelie expertly applied make-up to Charlotte's face so that her features would be emboldened under the bright lights illuminating the stage. Aurelie whispered words of encouragement but could not stop herself looking ahead to the next day and Charlotte's down time after the performance. "You know tomorrow, Charlotte. After you wake. If you wish to see me, I'll be ready for you. Any time. Just call me. I'll let you do anything you want to me. Anything, my love. Push past my boundaries. Let me fulfil your darkest desires." Aurelie spoke these words softly in her delicious French accent as she finished the last adjustments of Charlotte's outfit, her eyes burning with desire as she took in the raw sexual power of Charlotte's magnificent outfit. Aurelie then place a large whip in her gloved hand and Charlotte became... The Priestess of Darkness.

The time of the performance was approaching and Aurelie urged Charlotte to go to the room where the other players were gathering. With a kiss for luck, Aurelie left Charlotte at the door. Inside the hall, the atmosphere was building. Dramatic music rose to herald the start of the performance and the lights in the hall dimmed as the central platform was illuminated with bright spotlights. Wisps of smoke drifted across the performance area and laser beams flashed through the smoke. Excited expectancy grew within in the masked audience. Powerful people. Rich and influential people, most masked to hide their identities as to be associated with this event would not be understood by wider society.

As the music faded to a low volume, the smoke cleared and to one side of the circular platform, a spot light picked out the narrator of the event. Dressed in a simple cream dress with long straight black hair that fell down her back to her waist, the narrator spoke clearly, reading from an ornate book mounted on a lectern. She explained in English, in animated tones, a rich and dramatic fantasy before repeating the words in French. She began by outlining the mythology of The Incubus, a demon who could be summoned to seduce women into an unholy sexual union.

She went on to describe how legend told of a ritual that could be performed by a priestess of darkness that could summon an incubus from shadow to take corporeal form; that the ritual was dangerous and itself a sexual perversion so outrageous that it was outlawed and its very existence lost to modern history. "Until now," the narrator said, pausing for effect as the music rose with a pulsing beat to add to the tension. The narrator's voice rose above the music. "Only by the arcane spells of the ancients and the three acts of sacrifice can The Incubus be summoned!"

With an increasingly animated voice the narrator explained the three acts of sacrifice and the audience hung on every word, intrigued by the story's increasingly sexual and provocative narrative. Most in the audience soon discerned that in order for The Incubus Demon to be summoned, first a young girl must lose her virginity whilst spells and chants were recited. Next, the priestess of darkness must seduce and elicit the essences of three men. It was fairly obvious to the audience that this element of the ritual would be a scene of group sex but the details were vague. Finally, an even more uncertain final action suggested something about the deflowered virgin and the essences of men but the element of mystery and surprise was fostered in the imaginations of those present. Always best to have some surprises for your audience!

The stage was now set and as the music changed again, from a door to one side of the hall, Charlotte took her cue. The music was well chosen for Charlotte's entrance, a sexy pulsing anthem which she matched with her leather clad strides as she walked into the hall, emerging from a smoke filled side door as The Priestess of Darkness. Charlotte's heart thumped in her chest as she walked straight to the centre of the circular platform, exuding confidence. A sensual goddess in black. The audience gasped and whispered as she took her place and then with a sharp crack of her whip she stood tall and bold, thrusting her breasts forward in a mark of dominance.

The audience erupted in cheers and clapping and Charlotte took in the atmosphere, seeking out the eyes of those in the front rows surrounding the stage. Eager to gauge their reaction. Sensing their eyes burn into her skin. Her pussy. Her exposed slit moistened under the glare of lights and the eyes of so many. From behind her as the clapping subsided a shorter figure glided onto the stage dressed in a cloak and hood that hid the person's face. The cloaked figure held an iron bound book in its hands and as a spotlight focused on this figure, the book was opened and an incantation in Latin began.

"Estuans interious passion vehementi. Veni venias. Pulchra tibi facies. Rosa rubicundior, lilio candidior. Omnibus formosior," chanted the hooded figure, revealed now as a man with a voice with a rich timbre that boomed out the words in Latin as four bare chested male acolytes brought forth an iron cage held on two long poles. Inside the cage, grasping the bars was a pretty young woman dressed in a white gown. The Latin chanting continued as the cage was deposited on the platform and the audience discerned without any need to translate the Latin that this was the virgin of which the narrator had spoken. Charlotte watched as the spotlight played across the cage and the beautiful girl stared out, fear in her eyes and her slim form vulnerable in the iron prison in which she was trapped.

Charlotte knew every moment of the performance from her rigorous preparations and she listened carefully to the Latin for her next cue. "Ave decus virginum, virgo gloriosa..." the chanting continued and Charlotte approached the cage and struck with her whip at the bars, causing the pale skinned girl to shrink back in terror. The audience gasped as the leather cord thwacked against the iron frame and now one of the attending men took out a great loop of keys and used one to open the door on the front of the cage.

Charlotte beckoned to the frightened girl and she moved tentatively out of the cage towards the priestess. As she came forward their eyes met and Charlotte couldn't resist a whispered "You OK?" spoken too softly for the audience to notice. The virgin nodded imperceptibly back at Charlotte but her eyes were wide with genuine trepidation. Charlotte knew her name was Annabel and in reality she was a twenty-year old, bright and promising medical student at a top British university. What Charlotte also knew was that Annabel was actually a virgin. She had never experienced full sex and this would, in fact, be her first time.

From an ultra-conservative background, Annabel had only recently joined the order, fighting an emotional battle between her upbringing and the deep desires that she could no longer deny. She was a virgin, though not without some experience of a sexual nature. She recently acknowledged her bisexual nature but most of her tentative experimentation was with women. As her sexuality developed, the desire for men had grown and her needs became obvious to her just at the time the order were planning this piece of theatre. In the bravest and most adventurous decision of her life, she had offered to lose her virginity on this night to induct her into womanhood and finally lay to rest the shackles of her former life.

Senior members of the order had at first refused Annabel's offer out of consideration for her emotional welfare but she had convinced them with a simple and powerful argument. This was what she wanted. It was her choice and she consented calmly and after careful thought. Charlotte admired her incredible strength and resolve in taking this decision and her eyes spoke of her support and affection.

The acolytes now removed the cage from the stage and Charlotte stood with Annabel as the stage rotated to allow the audience to see the innocent and timid expression on Annabel's lovely face. Her hair was an immaculate bob, its dark colour matching her deep brown eyes and the delicate makeup used to enhance both her beauty and youth. She looked no more than eighteen. Now the audience were treated to The Oath of Consent, an acknowledgement of the BDSM code but all the time Annabel's timid sensuality held the audience under a spell. Charlotte wondered how many in the audience could possibly sense the true extent of Annabel's emotions tonight.

The hooded man brought forth the book and Annabel read out her oath of consent in Latin; the narrator intervening to keep the audience informed but as she reached the final few lines tears shone on her cheeks and few in the room now doubted her innocence as she surrendered her body to the ritual. "Totam tibi subdo me," she cried as the oath concluded and Charlotte took her wrist and guided her firmly to centre stage.

The audience were silent now as Charlotte began the carefully choreographed scene to deflower the lovely Annabel. Although a choreographed ritual, Charlotte herself relished her role and completely identified with the raw sexual potency of The Priestess of Darkness. She paced around Annabel as the young girl viewed her with pleading eyes and Charlotte couldn't help feel aroused at the innocent and gorgeous vision stood in front of her. Whip now tucked into one of the fastenings of her costume, Charlotte moved behind Annabel and grasped the thin material of her gown at the neck with both hands and tore it asunder. The ripping of fabric and the sudden disclosure of Annabel's smooth shoulders thrilled the audience and they gasped at the spectacle. Charlotte cast the ripped gown onto the floor and Annabel crossed her hands to her shoulders in a show of modesty, her body now only covered by a tiny vest and white cotton panties.

Underneath the thin vest, Annabel felt her nipples harden as the older girl gripped her hair in one hand and roughly pulled her arms away from her chest. Members of the audience visibly leaned forward with the tantalizing vision of Annabel's slim form as her pert breasts bobbed briefly under Charlotte's rough handling. Keeping her hand locked in Annabel's soft hair, Charlotte now used her other latex gloved hand to spank Annabel's behind. Annabel cried out in shock and pain as the blow landed sweetly on her cheek, the cotton barrier barely softening the stinging swipe. But she yielded to the pain, submitted to her inner desire to be punished and as Charlotte's hand raised again to strike her, her fingers gripped the top of her soft panties and pulled upwards creating a teasing pressure on her pussy as she leaned forward slightly to present her arse for spanking.

Charlotte struck again, the flat of her hand making an even louder smack as she perfected the angle of her swing. Annabel cried out with shock at the delicious agony as creeping fire spread across the skin of her buttocks and seeped between her thighs to make her pussy tingle. Annabel's reactions were so thrilling that Charlotte felt her own pussy moisten at the taboo thrill of hurting this young girl on her pert bottom. More slaps followed, each time Charlotte paused to build the tension with the audience but she was soon absorbed so much by her raw sexual drive that she started to forget that this was a performance and started to become the dark priestess she played. Charlotte wanted this young girl. Wanted to feel her body, to see her naked flesh, to torture her with the delights of pleasure-pain and drink in her reactions.

Charlotte took things to the next level and from behind, she grabbed the shoulder straps of Annabel's flimsy top and ripped it in half immediately exposing her pert little breasts for the first time. The crowd reacted with excitement and Charlotte immediately reached out to prevent Annabel covering her chest and hiding her perfect and very hard nipples, grasping her wrists before Annabel could raise them. Charlotte was now deliciously close to Annabel's fragrant hair and slender neck and she bit into the soft flesh of her neck causing Annabel to scream into the erotically charged atmosphere of the hall. Charlotte stepped back and retrieved the whip. In the bright lights that were pointed at the stage the neat groove between Charlotte's pussy lips now shone with her juices.

Annabel looked forlorn and bewildered standing in her simple cotton panties under the glare of the spotlights and Charlotte raised her hands theatrically, beckoning two of the obedient boys back onto the stage. Again with perfect timing and erotic tension, the young men fixed loops of black cord around Annabel's wrists and stepped back before pulling the cords taught to stretch out her arms, making her a living cross. The audience now savoured her uncovered breasts and sleek belly, starred at the innocent white panties protecting her virgin sex. Charlotte flexed the whip in her hands and tested its reach, flicking strokes at Annabel's feet and ankles lightly before waiting for the music to rise in volume and pulsing intensity before she released her first punishing thrash to Annabel's back. The scream penetrated the air like lightning and struck right into Charlotte's quivering pussy like forbidden electricity. She embraced the dark side completely.

The whip of course was carefully constructed to inflict pain but not injury but immediately a diagonal red mark appeared across Annabel's back. Annabel struggled against her captors, pulling at the cords on her arms but the young men pulled back hard stretching her still further as tears began to flow from her terrified eyes. Again Charlotte struck, another sharp blow to Annabel's young skin causing her to sob with emotion. Annabel poured out her emotion convincingly but the pain was like a tap being turned on in her pussy and she every time she cried out her panties became a little wetter. Charlotte struck time and time again, the audience on the edge of their seats as they experienced the conflict of horror and lust that the performance elicited.

Now Charlotte aimed the whip right at the white panties that covered Annabel's bottom, moving forward slightly to ensure she hit her target. Five, six times she struck at the firm young bottom beneath its cotton shroud and Annabel responded again with screams and agitated breathing. Breathing that was beginning to betray her building excitement as her punishment became more intimate. Charlotte moved close to Annabel now and let her gloved hand trace the red marks over her back, feeling her pain, sensing her arousal. Then Charlotte ripped both sides of Annabel's panties before slipping them away from between her thighs as one piece of material. She brought them slowly to her face and sought out the precious wetness she craved. Almost oblivious to the audience now, Charlotte touched the panties to her lips, spreading delicious girl juice over her mouth and tasting Annabel's sweet honey with the tip of her tongue.
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