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Chateau Noir

Chapter Fifteen Into Service

                    CHAPTER FIFTEEN
                      INTO SERVICE

There began at this point some weeks of training for me at the
Chateau Noir.  Mlle. T. informed succinctly me that before I
could be employed in the preparation of her young students I
must come to know much more about eliciting the pleasuring of
the female than what I had discovered so far.  I will skip
past most of this period until, perhaps, another time, and
will relate instead an event which occurred when my training
was finally complete.
     One morning I was called to report once again to Mlle.
T.'s bed chamber.  As I entered, I saw young Allison, the
seventeen-year-old beauty that I had seen undergoing the
Mistress's mesmerisation treatment many weeks before, and had
seen nothing whatsoever of since.
     The girl had been strapped, face downward, along a
narrow, leather upholstered ottoman, about seven inches wide
and four or five feet in length, supported at each end by two
equally padded legs forming a wide inverted "V".  The dark-
haired girl had been positioned with her belly along the top
of this ottoman, with her legs tightly strapped to the wide-
spread legs at one end, so that her two rear entrances were
readily exposed and vulnerable to whatever attentions, or
intrusions, her Mistress might desire.  The young woman's arms
had been stretched tightly forward along the ottoman by
leather straps fixing her wrists together to the ottoman's far
end, leaving her with very little mobility above her waist and
none at all below it.
     The girl was not bitted or gagged, and it was clear from
the frightened way in which she stretched her head to see what
we did behind her that the girl was not on this occasion under
the calming effects of mesmerism
     Besides young Allison, only Mlle. T. awaited me there in
the small room, and without prelude she explained my purpose
for being there.
     "You remember our Allison, don't you, Thomas?" asked
Mlle. T.  I nodded silently in response, as I had been taught. 
Whatever part I might take in any proceedings regarding a
girl's training at the Chateau, I had been cautioned that only
Mlle. T. was to speak aloud.  So I awaited Mlle. T.'s pleasure
without comment.
     "You have seen young Allison at play with some of her
fellow students," reminded the Mistress.  I did, indeed,
remember how the nervous, dark-haired girl strapped prone
before me had licked and tongue-tickled the two blonde
playmates into dozens of orgasms while in the mesmerising
spell of Mlle. T.'s black pendant.
     The girl, herself, knew of the event her Mistress was
speaking about.  She blushed furiously in acute embarrassment
at the very mention of it, her entire body reddening all the
way into the sweet divide of her widely parted buttocks.
     "You have seen our Allison at play while under the
effects of mesmerism, but since that time, Thomas, I have
observed her enjoying those same games, but without the
influence of M. Mesmer's process.  Young Allison has become
quite the young slut where her sister students are concerned. 
Once the floodgates of her secret, natural passions were
opened, the girl you see before you has embraced those
lascivious delights with as much enthusiasm as I have ever
noted in a student."
     The girl being so intimately discussed wriggled
uncomfortably upon the ottoman, her motion causing a small
creaking sound of leather against leather, as she attempted in
vain to shift her position.
     "But now, my dear Thomas, the time has come to for our
Allison to move forward into new frontier, a move which she
has adamantly resisted for some time."
     Here Allison gave a small start, as if knowing what "new
frontier" her Mistress was referring to, and demonstrating
exactly the reluctance the older woman had indicated.  She
twisted and writhed against her bonds.  But all held fast.
     "I will ask you again, Allison.  Will you now willingly
submit to the initiation into the frontier you have for so
long avoided?  I promise you the pleasures are even greater
than those you have experienced so far."
     The response of the girl was very clear. 
"Noooooooooooo!" she screamed, in defiance.  I knew this to be
a mistake upon her part, and was surprised that the girl did
not seem to know it herself.
     "Very well," said Mlle. T., amicably enough.  "If that is
what you wish, so be it.  It is most certainly your decision
to make, and I will faithfully abide by it."
     Allison dropped her head forward in obvious relief.  But
her face rocketed abruptly upward in the very next instant, as
Mlle. T. brought the length of a long, thin, black buggy whip
down across the young girls widely parted rear cheeks in a
quick, single stroke with the sharp, cracking report of a
pistol shot.  The whip had apparently been secreted somewhere
beneath the ottoman, and Mlle. T. had retrieved it without
having been seen doing so by Allison, so that the smacking
stroke across her delicate behind was completely unexpected.
     "Aghhhhhhhhhhhh!"  Allison screamed in horrible pain, her
entire frame bucking and tossing upon the ottoman, the tight
straps of her binding stretching even more taught than they
had before.  Nearly a dozen equally forceful strokes from the
thin whip quickly followed the first.  The howling, straining
young woman was given no quarter whatsoever.  There was
scarcely sufficient tome to catch her breath at the end of
each long scream of torment.  At the end, the girl was
babbling incoherently, and it was apparently to hear the
content of this pain-garbled communication that Mlle. T.
finally paused in the whipping.
     For some moments, Allison appeared now incapable of
speech.  She continued to screech and gasp as the pain of
those last, final strokes continued to reverberate through her
system.  Long, thin lines of deepest red in a criss-crossing
mass if whip-brands covered the girl's sweet behind from its
lower curve all the way to the base of her spine.
     The frantic writhing under the crashing whip had made one
other alteration in the appearance of the girl's young rear. 
The plump, pink lips of Allison's small pussy had been
separated by the wild motion of her hips, until now the
doorway to that honeyed channel was invitingly open before our
view.
     "You wish to say something, Allison?" asked Mlle. T.,
somewhat mockingly.  "Perhaps you wish now to give your
consent to my wishes?"
     "I... I... Oh!" the girl still could not quite find her
tongue, though she clearly struggled to do so.  Her eyes were
frantic and wide, though perhaps unseeing.  "I... I..."
     "I see," said Mlle. T., calmly, and without preamble
began suddenly again with the whip.  Allison's shrill,
surprised shrieks were almost deafening this time, as again
she writhed and bucked under a fast, fierce whipping from
behind.
     A dozen or so strokes later, Mlle. T. paused once again,
but the girl strapped before her continued to wail and
caterwaul as if the whipping was still in progress.  Her
discomfort at this point must have been extreme.
     "Now," said Mlle. T., somewhat breathless now from the
effort of swinging the long whip in such a number of rapid
strokes.  "Is there something you wish to say to me, Allison?"
     The girl drew a single, convulsive intake breath... and
screamed out her answer.  "Yesssssssssssssssss!"
     "Might you wish to say that you will willingly submit to
what I desire, what you, yourself, desire, if you were but
honest with your own self?  Might that be what you wish to
say, Allison?"
     Allison once again drew a long breath, and shrieked her
assent.
     "Very well, then," said Mlle. T., as if expecting the
girl's agreement all along, not having doubted it for an
instant.
     "Thomas," said Mlle. T., as she put aside her whip and
motioned me forward.  "Thomas, Allison here is no virgin where
her sister females are concerned, but she remains so where the
opposite sex is concerned.  I wish you to remedy that
situation, Thomas, and I wish you to do so now."
     I looked at Mlle. T., and then at the girl bound before
me, paused but an instant, and then preparing my self to obey.
     I was stripped below the waist an instant later, and now
stood before the proffered, whip-marked cheeks of young
Allison, prepared to forcibly remove the virginity that
remained deep within her.  Mlle. T.'s instruction of the past
weeks had been thorough on this subject, and I knew well the
careful techniques that would make the experience as pleasant
as possible for a young woman being mounted for the very first
time.
     First I knelt down behind the girl, and examined the
parted pink lips that stood sentry at the gates though which
I was about to plunge into the sweet virgin channel beyond. 
The lips were full, but delicate, and a simple caressing and
stroking of these tender tissues was soon rewarded my a honey-
scented flow of moisture from between them.
     The girl's hips were trembling now, as her in-born
feminine nature began to take hold, as Mlle. T. had assured me
it would, and the small thrills of arousal began to raise
goose flesh along her whip-reddened buttocks, and upward along
her smooth back as well.  She began to murmur to herself
indistinctly now as well, the small sounds she uttered nearly
too low to detect.
     I now added the caresses of my lips, by this time well
practiced upon the intimate flesh of dozens of the Chateau's
students, to those of my fingers, and felt a deep shiver erupt
throughout the body of the bound young woman.  I had to this
point avoided the pleasure point of Allison's little pink
clitoris, saving such direct stimulation for the critical that
was fast approaching.  The little bud trembled and vibrated
just above my lips, eagerly stretching forth it's sweet head,
as if actively seeking out such direct attentions.
     I decided then that the moment had arrived, and took that
sweet bud of erect flesh between my lips and sucked in
suddenly as far into my mouth as it could be drawn.
     Allison gasped, as if she had been touched there with
flame or with ice, and called out to the heavens in a wordless
announcement of impending orgasm.  Her cry shifted up an
octave or two, as I added the flicking of my tongue against
the little node to the sucking caress of my pursed lips.
     Then the force of Allison's crisis exploded upon her in
full, and for nearly a full minute she writhed and bucked and
tossed against her leather bonds, and screamed and screamed
and screamed.
     Before the girl had time to recover, I stood up behind
her, my lust-enraged manhood perfectly aligned with the
opening of Allison's young cunt, looked to Mlle. T. for her
approval and permission, obtained both in a brief nod, and
then plunged forcibly home.
     The girl went insane against my pressing loins.  Her
shrieks grew higher and higher until they were beyond the
capacity of men's ears to hear them.  Hunting dogs for miles
around would have been tortured my those cries, were it not
for the soundproof corking in Chateau's thick walls.
     Suffice it to say that when I finally withdrew my spent
member, Allison was no longer the untouched virgin she had
been moments before, and I am happy to note that the tears she
shed after were heartfelt tears of gratitude.  Indeed, it was
at the girl's insistence herself that she remain in her bonds
until I had once again plunged my re-awakened manhood into her
sweet orifice for another, longer session.
     That night young Allison slept with me in my own chamber,
and in my own bed, blissfully enjoying the newly discovered
pleasures of male-female eroticism.
     My period of active participation in the instruction and
training of the future courtesans of the great Chateau Noir
had begun.



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