CARNAGE CASTLE

CHAPTER 22

"May I help?" A soft voice whispered as Lanecea welcomed the steady stream of Belgians who had paid their fee, the men not bothering to hide their arousal at the sight of the chained blonde with her shiny pussy and strawberry pink ass. Playing with her was what they had paid for, after all, but it was Lani who would decide if they would have their hopes dashed.

"What are you doing here?" Lanecea gasped at the sight of Sibylle, "You're husband just arrived!"

"I know but I couldn't bear not attending..."

"Eva, fetch her a mask and cloak...oh, and get her a chastity belt as well."

"It doesn't hurt," Herja forgot she wasn't supposed to speak unless granted permission as she reassured the seamstress.

Lani, however, didn't forget the rule.

"You know better, Slave, therefore you will dress Sibylle before joining me in my sex dungeon. I want to see you crawling when you join me."

"Yes, Mistress. I am sorry for forgetting your rule."

Herja didn't look very sorry as she blushed when Eva passed her the chastity belt, but Lanecea didn't mind.

"Spread your legs, Slave. I want Eva and Sibylle to be able to see how horny you are while you are dressing my seamstress."

"Mmm...oh god," Herja was moaning already as Lanecea trailed the tassels over her pussy before teasing her clit with the tip.

"You'd better be very horny when you join me," Lanecea warned with a wink before stepping out of the corridor. "Ignacy, lock the castle gates. There will be no more guests tonight."

"Yes, Mistress," Ignacy quickly obeyed before crawling as fast as possible to catch up with his mistress as she retreated into the bowels of the castle.

Candles flickered in clusters within the sex dungeon as the guests eagerly awaited the night's festivities but it wasn't their ambiance nor their guests that captured Lanecea's attention but the sight of her king standing in the front of the room stark naked save for his signature gold chain draped around his hips. Storm immediately reached for Lani, turning her around so that her back was pressed against his chest as he held her in his arms, but he didn't penetrate her just yet, his cock flexing as it pounded against her cleavage. 

"Welcome to our sex dungeon," Storm announced to the gathering. "We trust you will be discreet if you wish to enjoy another evening in our castle. What you are about to witness must not be repeated once you step out of our gates."

The low rumble of voices affirmed their vow to be discreet a moment before Hans walked between the rows of chairs on either side of him, then knelt before Storm and Laneacea.

"Sir Cumming, it is no secret that I lust after your woman and have since she was a child. I am, however, aware that you will not share what belongs to you. In your mercy, accept my offer to serve as Lady Cumming's slave. I offer her my heart, body, and soul as well as my cock. Without her permission, I will no longer fuck my wife or lay in our marriage bed if it would displease my mistress. I am already a slave to my lust, but I desire for you to claim me publically as your slave."

Storm remained silent as Hans prostrated himself with his forehead pressed against the cold stone floor in front of their guests. Lanecea remained still within Storm's arms, her own arms wrapped around the back of his neck.

"Please, Sir, I would love to own this man. May I please add him to my collection of slaves?"

"You may have everything your heart desires, but you may not cage his cock. This slave must remain aggressive."

"Mmm, thank you for making me so happy, but may I make one more request please?"

"You may."

"Thank you. I would like it very much if we owned him together. It would please me watching him give us both pleasure as I am certain he will be eternally indebted to you for granting him his greatest desire aside from fucking what belongs to you."

"You may have your desire. We will own him together if that pleases you."

"It does. Thank you. Slave, kneel between our legs. I wish to see you suck Sir Cumming's balls. They are so full. I wish for you to milk him until he cums within me very hard, then you will open your mouth wide and drink our lust as it flows from my body."

Storm swore under his breath as Hans began to suck his testicles one by one before he had even embedded his cock within Lani, but he quickly did just that, driving it as deep as possible within her. It was an impressive sight as Storm buried every single inch within her pussy, leaving only his balls visible, but not for long as Hans took both in his mouth, his tongue licking and massaging them until Storm came hard. Opening his mouth, it was impossible for Hans to drink as cum gushed like lava, but he put in a great deal of effort. Lanecea opened her own mouth, accepting Storm's invading tongue as he continued to thrust within her but she couldn't help noticing Moritz stroking his circumcised cock as he sat beside Friederich in the front row.

"My good girl," Storm murmured before gently biting Lani's lower lip, ignoring Hans choking as he attempted to keep up with the overflow.

"Mmm, thank you," Lanecea pussy was leaking in earnest at Storm's praise.

Storm was very good to her and Herja was his wife. Still remaining in position but with tender, kiss-swollen lips, Lanecea whispered, "My slave, Herja, will please you tonight."

Searching Lanecea's eyes, Storm didn't say a word for a long moment before finally looking down at Herja who still remained on her knees but was wriggling as she watched Lani's captain of her secret police drowning in cum.

"Lanecea has ordered you to please me tonight, sharing her gift with me. Open your mouth, Slave."

Herja obeyed, turning her attention to her husband as he pulled his cock out of Lanecea's pussy at long last. Lanecea didn't see what happened next as Storm kissed her senselessly, his moans almost drowning out the sound of Herja's rapid gulping.

"I adore you," Storm whispered against her lips before raising his head. "Hold your sceptre, My Queen."

Lanecea released Storm's neck, immediately obeying as she reached between her legs to wrap her fingers around his very wet, throbbing sceptre. 

"Behold your goddess, queen, and sex dungeon mistress," Storm announced, "behold your god, king, and executioner. Behold our slaves. Tonight you will have the privilege of being enslaved by my queen and I for the night. Crawl then kneel before us. Open your mouths wide following my wife's example. She's been such a good slave swallowing every last drop without complaint. If you do not please me..."

Their guests gasped as Storm unsheathed the butterfly dagger strapped to Lanecea's inner thigh before it nearly missed Moritz' nose as he crawled toward the kinky, merciless royals.

Lanecea laughed, the sound as cold as ice as she shivered in delight.