The Debauched Of Antlin 21 Domestic Playground For Adults. 18
Clothed only in a lace bustier too small to contain her heavy b.r.e.a.s.t.s, Rhea leaves the small living room impregnated with the smell of her own body, into which two maids armed with rags and soap are already rushing.If the burning fire of the chimney made the atmosphere of this place comfortable, the thin airy fabric that reveals most of her b.u.t.tocks makes Rhea's nipples erect.Embarra.s.sed by the various servants whose eyes are attracted by her almost naked and frozen body, Rhea positions her arm on her chest."Leave your b.r.e.a.s.t.s free Miss Rhea. Allow me to enjoy watching these two wonders bounce to the rhythm of your footsteps."The request of the Baron's wife almost sounds like a disguised order. Rhea, aware that she's only a guest, withdraws her arm.Her two huge b.r.e.a.s.t.s again offered for all to see, she advances silently in the dark corridor on the ground floor, pretending to ignore the b.u.mps that have just appeared under the satin pants of the two men.The castle is smaller than that of the Viscount and after having entered a spiral staircase of rough stones, Rhea begins to go down to the first bas.e.m.e.nt.The atmosphere in this place is sinister. Apart from the sound of their heels clack against the thick steps, only a stifling silence reigns here.A little worried about where she is going, Rhea decides to ask the Baron."Baron, are you taking me to some kind of bas.e.m.e.nt bedroom?"In answer to her question, it's a voice coming from her right that addresses to her."Husband, allow me to inform Miss Rhea about the practical use of what you selfishly call, your private playground."The baron is stroking his chin. After a nod confirming his agreement, he turns to the two women."Do so, for I fear that if I answered the question myself, my rustic words might frighten our young sweet partner."As a token of deep female friendship, the Baron's wife, joyful at being able to instruct the young lady, grasps her little hand."You see my dear, in this world, the n.o.bility like all the elite like to possess various small motley objects. From a vase painted by a famous artist from the far north to a piece of furniture that has survived through the centuries, whether it is beautiful or not, damaged or in perfect condition, it doesn't matter. The mere fact of acquiring a piece that its neighbour will not have, makes these people go crazy with joy.No matter what the popular ma.s.ses think or say, it is so, and these small private collections do not focus only on so-called, material property.Take our example. We have a reasonably large castle and a very large private estate, which is particularly complex to administer. As you can imagine, in order to maintain such a large area, we need qualified staff.Only, if good employees are enough to clean a bathtub, it is quite different when they have to entertain our guests during the evenings we organize.
So I come to the usefulness of this room where we take you. Regardless of our free employees, we own a few slaves. Only, although the vendors trained them while they were in custody, the majority of them are not so good to open up or respond as best as possible to the desires of others.Understand here: Their ability to s.e.xually satisfy their playmates.To make up for this lack of education, the majority of n.o.bles therefore build a small relaxation area within their castle where they themselves take charge of educating these boors and opening them up to new pleasures.This is the door to the room, where, although you are not a slave, we will make sure that you are awakened to pleasures you can no longer do without. Ah, rest a.s.sured, my darling. You will be subjected to only the lightest of initiations."The small group of four has not yet arrived at the little green door, that this one to opens itself onto a square stone room about 35 feet square.In the center is a large, light-colored wooden table covered with a thin black mattress made of smooth material. Taking into account the chains hung on the walls, the transparent pipes and the many strange things that Rhea does not know, all fed by a magic panel, the young woman hesitates to run away from this room which for her is closer to a torture room than to a domestic playground for adults."Turn on the magic panel."By order of the Baron, one of the two maids in the room runs to a large lever in the opposite direction.When the lever is lowered, a deafening noise resounds for a few seconds in the room whose door is now closed, before giving way to a discreet hum."Prepare our young guest so that she can receive the alongas without difficulty."Rhea is abandoned by the couple Clen and the Viscount, who quietly go and sit in small red velvet armchairs.In order not to let her panic inside this horrible room, her two hands are soon delicately grabbed by the two young maids who look at her with envy.Deciphering the expressions on one of their faces, Rhea relaxes a little. If a girl a little younger than she would like to take her place so much, there is no doubt that what awaits her must be a treat.Rhea doesn't put up the slightest resistance when the young maids lead her to the wall opposite the three chairs.She takes off her useless clothes as requested and still obeys when one of the girls informs her that it would be more convenient if she glued her back to the wall.Surprised by a (Clac), feeling the cold sensation on her calf, Rhea looks down without delay.Her gaze barely falls on a thick metal strap connected to an iron chain when a second (Clac) resounds in her ears.The maid on her knees, a little pretty blonde girl with curly-haired, who has just trapped her leg in the second strap, doesn't lose a moment. In order to best obey her master's orders, she lets her little fingers slide along Rhea's long leg.At first surprised by the straps but not too worried, then taking advantage now the little hand that has just arrived at the level of her thigh, Rhea realizes only too late that her right arm has also just been strapped.She moves her thin lips a little in protest, however, eager to let the index finger that skillfully moves up along her shaved slit do its duty, Rhea just lowers her head to observe the young maid starting to play with her p.u.s.s.y.She doesn't struggle for a second when her second arm is captured. In fact, she stretches it towards the other girl to make her work easier and thus, to be able to enjoy more quickly these pleasures which are supposedly foreign to her.Crouching between Rhea's thighs, the little blond slides one of the young woman's legs after the other to spread them apart.With the beautiful pink v.a.g.i.n.a slightly open being now exposed to the whole a.s.sembly, the young maid briefly puts her finger on the c.l.i.toris which still hasn't deflated and suddenly, she plunges her index finger at the bottom of Rhea's p.u.s.s.y, which utters a small cry of contentment.The second maid, a brunette with a hard face, goes near the Baron who called her.Too disturbed by the finger that moves more and more quickly back and forth in her s.e.x, Rhea, whose love juice overflowing from her p.u.s.s.y splashes her benefactor's face, is not able to hear the content of the very brief conversation.The blonde girl is not satisfied with her basic physiological reactions and in order to get her v.a.g.i.n.a ready for host the huge alongas, she inserts two more fingers inside her.Rhea moans, she starts panting, sometimes she even makes little screams. Her back arches by itself, her hips go from right to left, she feels an o.r.g.a.s.m coming.Invaded by a pleasure that only increases, Rhea can no longer concentrate on the young maid who steps aside for the n.o.bles to observe her work.In order to hold back her pleasure a little more and to enjoy one more minute, Rhea clenches her fists.She bites her lips and thinks she can fight against her burning body a little more, but she didn't count on the stubbornness of the little blonde who, after having added her little finger in her v.a.g.i.n.a sufficiently dilated, starts to bite her red and puffy c.l.i.toris