The
A
Cordelia Delacourt Adventure
Chapter
6 Pain
and Passion
Messalina crawled out from under her gasping victim. Breathing heavily she rolled off the bed and wiped off her lips with a silk handkerchief. “Well, I do believe you enjoyed that as much as I did,” she smirked. “You’re not such a frigid bitch after all.” Moving to the head of the bed she slacked off the chains allowing Priscilla to fall exhausted upon the bed.
“You are vile,” Priscilla moaned. “You took me against my will and forced my body to respond in unnatural ways.”
“Nothing unnatural about it,” Messalina returned. “I simply released your hidden passions. Deep down I suspect all women have a secret desire to be ravaged. I did you a favour. You should be thanking me, not whining about it.”
She pulled on a robe and moved toward the bell pull to summon one of her servants when the servants’ door opened. Angrily she turned toward it. “I told you I was never to be…” She gasped in fear. “How… how did you get in here?” She reached again for the bell pull, but was an instant too late.
Heinz seized her arm and wrenched it brutally behind her. Almost eerily he made no sound other than the strange whirring of his biomechanical implants. “Let me go,” Messalina screamed.
Heinz grinned savagely. Twisting Messalina’s arm until she was standing on her toes, he tore open her robe and then pushed her back on the bed. “No,” she cried. “Don’t do it. It wasn’t me who did this to you it was Claudius.”
Heinz leaned forward, pinning her to the bed. Lowering his head he took her left nipple between his teeth. “No, don’t,” Messalina begged. Then she screamed as Heinz bit down. She struck at him with her fists, pounding his head and shoulders, but it was like beating a statue. The transplant was completely unresponsive, mauling first one sensitive nipple with his teeth and then the other.
“Stop!”
Messalina screamed, but the transplant seemed oblivious to her
protests. Rising from her bruised
breasts it tore off its pants, revealing a fully functional and overly large
phallus.
“No!” Messalina
cried.
Just feet away, Priscilla watched in horrified fascination at the strange man who had come into the room dealt with Messalina. For a woman who enjoyed inflicting pain the Baroness wasn’t very good at receiving it. She screamed and begged for mercy as her breasts were ravaged.
Messalina had a beautiful body, tall and slender, with full rounded breasts, a narrow waist, flaring hips and long sensuous legs. It was apparent that the man pinning her to the bed planned to make full use of it.
It was a strange scene. Messalina
begged the man to release her, but he made not the slightest
response. Instead he methodically
worked his way over her body, biting both breasts and then forcing her legs
apart. Then he jerked his pants
down. Priscilla had never seen
a human phallus, but she was more than impressed with the huge member between
the man’s legs.
“My
God,” she thought.
“He’s
as big as a horse. That thing
will kill her.”
Messalina seemed to think so too. “No!” She screamed. “Have mercy.”
By way of reply the man wrenched her legs farther apart. He hesitated for a second and then plunged into her. “Aaagh!” Messalina’s scream was almost deafening and it went on and on as the man pounded into her. It was a horrific scene, made even more frightening by its proximity and the continued cries of pain as the Baroness was ravaged.
In spite of the horror of what she was seeing, Priscilla could not tear her eyes away. She wondered if the Baroness appreciated the fact that it was her secret passions that were now being released. She didn’t seem to think so as she was raped to the point of unconsciousness. Again and again the man’s huge member slid in and out of the moaning Baroness. From her vantage point just a couple of feet away, Priscilla could see everything and had a full view of Messalina’s tight vagina and the massive staff that slid smoothly in and out of it.
Eyes wide, Priscilla’s mouth opened in wonder as Messalina took the full twelve inches of the man’s enormous organ. It was small wonder that the Baroness screamed in pain with every thrust and moaned in relief as it was partially withdrawn only to have if forced back into her once more.
The brutal ordeal was frightening in the extreme, but Priscilla was mesmerized, forced to watch every moment of Messalina’s agony, until with a whimper the Baroness suddenly went limp. The fact that his victim was no longer responding did not seem to register on the strange silent man that was raping her for more than a minute. Then he frowned and moved his hands to pinch the Baroness’ breasts. When she still did not move he pulled out of her and stood contemplating the unconscious woman for a few seconds. Then, a malicious expression crossing his features he turned the Baroness over.
“Oh my lord,”
Priscilla thought.
“He’s not going to
put it there.”
She stared in disbelieving horror as the man parted Messalina’s peach-like cheeks and placed the tip of his phallus against her anus. “Oh the saints preserve us. That is an abomination before the lord,” she moaned.
But she did not moan as loudly as Messalina. As the strange man began to work his way into her, the Baroness at first groaned and then cried out even while unconscious. Then she suddenly her eyes opened and she screamed in agony. “No! No! No! Stop! Please stop!”
Her savage assailant ignored her, pinning her face down on the bed while continuing to ravage her. He slid slowly in and out of her, taking her with long smooth strokes. So mechanical were his actions that he seemed almost more like a machine than a man.
“Help me,” screamed the Baroness, calling out in desperation to Priscilla. “Please help me.”
“How can I help when you chained be to the bed,” Priscilla responded angrily. “This is you fault and you have brought this punishment on yourself.”
Messalina’s reply was another scream as the silent man burrowed even more deeply into her. Priscilla was having a hard time believing that any woman could take so much and still be alive. But Messalina’s moans and cries of pain left little doubt that she was.
“Oh lord,” Priscilla thought, “he’s going to kill her.” The thought of the Baroness being ravished to death before her eyes had Priscilla straining at her chains. “Stop you monster,” she shouted. “Stop. You’re going to kill her.” She rattled her chains in desperation, scraping the skin from her wrists.
Her cries seemed to work. Almost as if awakening from a dream the brute violating the Baroness slowed his attack and turned his eyes on her. In eerie silence he slowly pulled out of his victim, leaving her moaning pitifully on the bed. Carefully he wiped his phallus clean and then moving on all fours crawled slowly toward Priscilla.
“Oh no,” she gasped. “This isn’t what I had in mind. Leave me alone.”
Terrified, Priscilla watched the bizarre man crawl slowly toward her. Once again his movements reminded her more of a machine than a man, but her attention was distracted by the huge member between his legs. In spite of the fact that he had spent more than an hour raping the Baroness it was still fully erect and pointed like a gun straight at her.
“No, go back. Stop, please stop,” Priscilla begged as he reached her and grabbing her legs beneath each knee pulled her toward him her legs parted so that he fit between them. The tip gigantic phallus was only inches from her vulva. Involuntarily Priscilla tightened the muscles of her vagina, but there was no way she could stop what was going to happened to her. She quivered in fear, a scream rising to her lips as the man’s hands shifted to her backside and slowly pulled her toward him.
He entered her slowly, very slowly, the head of his penis parting the lips of her vulva just a fraction of an inch at a time and then slowly easing into her. The act was so controlled that it did not seem humanly possible, but Priscilla was almost too frightened to notice, and then the pain began. Still very sore from the workout the Baroness had given her, the slow penetration had her begging for mercy long before he was really inside her, but the penetration was inexorable and unforgiving. She was penetrated incrementally, the pain mounting every second as her sank slowly into her. She screamed until she was hoarse as the huge shaft was buried to the hilt and then unable to scream any longer, sobbed as the man began to move slowly in and out of her.
Along with the pain she was aware of a low whirring sound, like that of some complex clock mechanism. She realized amid her pain and humiliation that the sound was coming from the man that was raping her. “Oh lord,” she thought, “what kind of monster are you?”
He was deep within her now, his shaft penetrating almost to its full length. What the Baroness had done to her was mild by comparison. Every inch of penetration was sheer agony, every movement of the engorged phallus absolute hell. And then, strangely the brutal rape started to slow, the movements of her strange violator coming to an almost complete halt. While Priscilla watched in shock he leaned backward and then slowly toppled onto his side and lay still.
With a moan Messalina struggled to a sitting position. “Bastard,” she muttered. “Damn good thing his battery finally ran down.” She looked toward Priscilla. “Lucky for you too. He’s not nearly as considerate as I am.” She winced as she slid off the edge of the bed. “I wonder how he got out. The Baron really should try to make sure his toys are kept more secure.”
Slowly, limping with pain at every step, Messalina made her way across the room. She stopped at a doorway and looked back over her shoulder. “After that I really need a bath. And I think one would do you good too.” She disappeared through the doorway and a few seconds later Priscilla heard the sound of running water.
“I’d normally call for one of the servants, but I like to keep some things a little private,” Messalina commented, reappearing once again. She was clad in a black silk robe that set off her blonde hair. She minced toward the bed, pain evident in every step. Producing a set of keys from the drawer of a sideboard she stepped to the bed and unlocked the shackles binding Priscilla to the bed. With a moan Priscilla collapsed, only to have Messalina grab her by the hair and jerk her head up.
“Get up, girl. Nothing was done to you that wasn’t done to me. And I hate bathing alone.”
With another groan Priscilla raised her
head. Her loins felt as if they
had been pounded with a maul and her breasts throbbed as if they had been
placed in a wine press. However,
her fear of Messalina was greater than her pain and with an agonizing effort
she heaved herself off the bed.
“Oh
lord,” she thought as she followed Messalina obediently from
the
room,
“what is going to become of
me.
I’m in the power of a
madwoman. And what has become
of Cordelia? ”
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