Naked Ambition by Sean O'Kane Page A

his grip and allowed her to stand.
     
    To her immense relief she was allowed an anaesthetic spray before the procedures, which were carried out in a room in the castle basements, with the other club members watching.
    Eric led her down a grand flight of stairs to the main hall and from there through what must have been the original kitchens but which were now deserted and echoing. He took her through an arched door and then they descended again, this time on bare stone, spiral stairs until they emerged into surprisingly tall cellars, the roof supported by huge, thick stone pillars. Red shaded lamps provided a suitably subdued illumination. Around the door they entered by were gathered tables and sofas and on these the members she had already met reclined. Some of the women’s breasts were revealed and Sadia noted that they all sported the rings she had been promised. However, what caught her attention most were the waiters – the slave managers, Eric told her – they were well-built men and naked apart from leather trousers that left their sexes naked. Most of the cocks were limp or only semi tumescent but some were thickly erect and were being energetically sucked by some of the women, who were sitting forward or leaning over the sofas’ arms to service the men.
    The drinks tables were glass panels resting on the backs of naked female slaves, on all fours. The slaves were held in place by slender chains running from nipple rings to rings in the stone floor and from labial rings to the same rings in the floor.
    “The Countess has agreed to be my consort and will accept her marks,” Eric announced and immediately there was applause, and as Eric led her on, the company stood and followed them. They went into a white-painted room with a medical bench, bright lights and cupboards and shelves of implements. A large, hooded man, again naked apart from open crotch trousers, stood beside the bench, his thickly muscled, tattooed arms crossed in front of his chest.
    “Undress and then suck his cock,” Eric told her bluntly. “It’s for your own good. He works better when he’s relaxed.”
    Sadia did as she was told and was rewarded by admiring comments on her legs, bottom and breasts from the assembled guests as she stripped. The man beside the bench also betrayed some arousal and by the time she knelt before him, his cock was throbbing and stirring. She leaned forwards a little and placed her hands on his hips.
    “No!” Eric immediately barked. “Hands behind your back!”
    She complied and felt his hands descend on her head. So it was to be a fellation where she would be mouth fucked with no control whatever. At least he tasted clean, she thought as she licked his helm and then his shaft before opening her mouth wide and gently lowering it over the huge, glistening helm, her tongue running along the meatus as she did so. He filled her mouth completely and she had no choice but to
    flatten her tongue and allow him full access. Unlike the last men to have sampled her mouth, this man at least appeared to appreciate a skilful fellatrice and although his thrusts were deep, he was content to withdraw enough to allow her to tongue him on several occasions before he finally clamped her head between his large hands and fucked her mouth until she felt the splashes of thick sperm jet out into her throat and she had to swallow quickly to keep up with him. He lingered at her lips for a few moments to allow her to clean him properly and then he courteously helped her onto the bench, lifted and spread her legs into stirrups and tied her wrists to a spreader bar above her head. Sadia just had a last chance to look down at her unadorned nipples as they were sprayed and then she shut her eyes tightly once she saw the hooded man pick up the piercing needle with the gutter at its tip into which the ring would be threaded and pulled back through once the initial hole had been bored.
    “We don’t use a punch, Sadia,” Eric explained.