THE CASTLE

THE CASTLE Copyright - © 2017 - by Jillbaby

This story describes a very weird erotic experience I had when on vacation on my own in a remote part of the Highlands of Scotland a few years ago. I enjoy hiking and don't usually bother to visit tourist attractions. However, on that occasion my interest was aroused by a tourist brochure supplied by my hotel.

It featured an ancient castle called Finlatter Castle now owned by the National Trust after lying unoccupied for almost eighty years. Local rumor had it that that the previous owner, David McNab had used his castle for sexual orgies.

It was situated in an isolated spot on the coast some distance from the nearest small villages. Perhaps because of the locals' natural suspicion of outsiders and possibly also to protect reputations, word of the strange sexual practices didn't leak to the media until many years after McNab's death.

The castle contained a dungeon and it was suggested that it had been the setting for McNab's orgies since it still contained bondage equipment and what looked like primitive sex toys. As one of the attractions for visitors, it had been maintained exactly as it was when in use

That sparked my always active sexual curiosity and since the brochure said that in addition to the sexual legend, the castle was well worth visiting for its picturesque setting and excellent condition, I decided to have a look.

With a map, I set off the following day. After driving for about an hour, I turned off the main road and followed the signpost for the nearest village to the castle. I passed through the tiny, one-street village and followed the National Trust signs down a long winding track heading for the coast.

I gasped when the castle came into view. It was as picturesque as a painting. The sun, out over the sea, gave a warm ruddy glow to the old worn stone and outlined the towering battlements. It sat so precariously on the edge of a mighty cliff that it seemed it could tumble off at any moment.

It was only late afternoon and I was surprised to see that the car park was empty. That's strange, I thought. I sat for a while, relaxing after the drive and enjoying the lovely view. It was pleasantly warm and I opened a bottle of the soft drink I had bought in a local shop. It was a brand I had never seen before and I took a few swallows before deciding to see if the castle was open.

The big studded entry door was closed and I rang the modern bell that had been installed. After what seemed ages, the door swung open and a man looked at me questioningly. He was tall and lean with thick brown hair. His steady intense gaze caused my heart to flutter for some reason, particularly when he seemed to undress me with his dark brown eyes.

I was wearing only a red, mid-thigh summer dress and panties and I felt my bra-less nipples harden under his scrutiny.

"I've come to see..." I started, when he interrupted me in a soft Highland lilt,

"We're closed."

Seeing my puzzled expression, he continued,

"From your English accent, I suppose that you've come from a distance and didn't know that it's a local holiday today."

Feeling totally stupid, I started to stammer an apology. He gazed at me appraisingly,

"That's all right...you're not the first visitor today to have been caught out."

His eyes roamed over me again,

"Look...why don't you come in? I'm one of the tour guides and I'm here by myself today. I could do with some company and I suppose I could give you a quick tour if you like. I'm James," he said, offering his hand.

"Thank you very much...I'm Jill," I replied.

His grip was firm and warm and he held my hand a little longer than was necessary. I wondered if he did maintenance as well as being a tour guide, as his body looked hard and fit under the tight blue denim shirt and matching jeans.

"This way," he said, setting off across the gloomy, paneled hallway.

He led me through the rooms of what would once have been the living accommodation of the owners. As opposed to the rugged exterior of the castle, the inside seemed rich and warm. The brown wooden panels on all the walls had been rubbed and oiled through the years to produce a mellow glow. The downstairs floors were of the original flagstones but covered with exotic rugs. The furnishings seemed as old as the castle and I guessed that they would be worth a lot as antiques. I lagged a bit behind, drinking in all that I saw.

The lighting was now electric of course, but the lamps were low-powered. They produced a soft light and created atmospheric shadows. As we moved from one room to another in the dim light, I thought for a second that I saw movements at the end of the long corridor. It had looked like the figures of several men.

"Did you say you were here alone today?" I asked.

When he confirmed that he was, I wondered if my eyes had played tricks after a long drive. Then we arrived at a particularly imposing oak door,

"Are you interested in the dungeon?" James enquired with a searching look.

When I nodded, feeling slightly embarrassed, he smiled and opened the door. We descended a short flight of worn stone steps that led to a darkened room. James reached for a switch and soft overhead lighting came on.

I gasped at what I saw. The large room was filled with all manner of ancient torture devices, racks, wheels, crosses, cages and stocks. All the wooden parts were worn smooth with use. I took a tentative step inside and looked around.

Various ropes and pulleys hung from the ceiling. Leather whips and floggers of different types and sizes hung from hooks on the walls; along with masks and items that looked like bondage gear.

Walking over, I examined the ancient sex toys. There was a variety of dildos - in different shapes and sizes. There were no cheap plastic products here. Each item had been created out of natural materials, wood or leather. I picked up a thick leather dildo filled with some material to give it a weighty, supple finish. It felt very much like a real big thick cock and I blushed when I caught James watching me instinctively run my fingers along it.

He opened a door on the far side of the dungeon and we walked in. The only piece of furniture was an enormous four-poster bed with gauzy curtains tied to each post. Large, richly colored hand-woven tapestries hung from the walls, depicting scenes of men and women fucking in various positions.

One wall was dominated by a painting of a man wearing a kilt and James explained that it was a portrait of the infamous David McNab. He appeared to have been a handsome devil but there was a hint of cruelty in the dark, hooded eyes.

On the brocaded bedcover, a transparent display case contained a lovely red and black basque, matching panties and an ornate leather collar with leather cuffs linked to it by fine silver chains. I noted that the design of basque hadn't changed a lot over the years, although today's panties are much smaller than the ones on display. The final item was a large blindfold, like a sleeping mask. It was black with red embroidery and silver tassels.

The atmosphere suddenly felt very intimate with James standing so close and a surge of arousal rippled through me at thoughts of wearing the outfit. My cheeks colored and I hope that James wouldn't notice.

Stating the obvious, James explained that this was where McNab held the orgies after the participants had been thoroughly worked over in the outer dungeon. The bedroom had an eerie chill and he explained that the pile of logs in the big open fireplace would usually be lit during visiting hours.

When we returned to the entrance hall, he said,

"I don't know if you have made plans for eating. I'm afraid the restaurant is closed...but you would be welcome to share a meal with me. We pride ourselves on Highland hospitality," he said with a charming smile. "In fact, I'm just about to eat now if that's alright," he added.

I smiled with relief. I had counted on getting something to eat at the castle restaurant and it was a long way back to the nearest place where I could get something to eat. I was really hungry and after accepting the invitation, I accompanied James to a kitchen where I thoroughly enjoyed a simple meal. When we had finished, he produced a strange-looking bottle and two small glasses.

"You might want to try this," he smiled. "It's a delicious liqueur produced in very small amounts by a local distillery. It's not available to the general public and is sold only to a select few. The recipe is a closely guarded secret and has been handed down from generation to generation.

He paused and looked at me searchingly,

"I must warn you that there's a local legend that this drink can have mystical effects on some people. Locals swear that it can bring to the surface deeply felt longings and instincts and overcomes their inhibitions. It's even reputed that anyone affected doesn't remember what they've done. And yet it doesn't affect most people and certainly not me."

He paused,

"So, do you want to try it?"

Gosh, I thought, they really have a fantastic imagination up here,

I chuckled, and said teasingly,

"Is that really ancient folk lore or just part of your tourist guide script?"

There was no reply.

"Okay, pour away...I think I'll risk it," I told him

He smiled, and filled my glass,

"Fine...enjoy."

I sipped the reddish-brown liquid. It had an unusual taste, unlike anything I had tasted before. There was a strange mixture of herbs and spices, and it had a strong alcohol bite. However, it went down very well, and I allowed myself to be tempted into accepting a refill, reasoning that I could enjoy a good sleep in the car before driving again.

I had half-expected this handsome man to make a pass at me, but he was perfectly well behaved and we chatted about local history for a while. The liqueur left a warm glow in my stomach. But instead of having the normal relaxing effect of alcohol, it seemed to have heightened all my senses.

My skin tingled from head to toe and my pulse was racing. Every grain and knot in the ancient wooden paneling seemed sharp and clear. James's voice sounded unnaturally loud and suddenly I could hear birdsong that had previously been inaudible. Even my sense of smell was enhanced and I could detect all sorts of spices and herbs in the kitchen that I hadn't noticed before. But In contrast, to the physical stimuli, my mind was in a dreamlike state and I felt disoriented.

Gradually, the conversation turned to the castle's history and the sexual antics held there. When James offered to show me some more aspects of the dungeon, I accepted automatically. There were now fewer lights on in the corridor and the smooth paneled walls cast strange reflections. I seemed to float effortlessly as I followed James down the stairs to the dungeon.

When we went in, his words seem to come from a distance,

"I noticed that you seemed to be very taken by the basque outfit in the dungeon bedroom. I should tell you that we sell replicas of the lingerie and they're very popular with visitors. You might like to buy one."

I noticed for the first that he was carrying a small bag. He opened it and showed me what looked like copies of the basque, and panties in the display. When he handed it to me, he gazed into my eyes,

"Would you like to try them on before you buy?"

My common sense told me that it was a ridiculous suggestion. But as if controlled by some strange force, I found myself nodding in agreement.

"You can change in the bedroom ...and I'll wait here. There's a big mirror on the wall."

He chuckled and added,

"And you can lock the door..."

A voice was telling me that this was all very strange and that I should decline and simply ask how much the garments cost. But it was coming through a haze in my fuddled brain and the idea of wearing the lingerie seemed suddenly extremely attractive. In a trance, I took the bag, walked slowly into the bedroom and slipped off my dress and panties.

I stepped into the red and black basque and drew it up my legs and torso. When it tightened into my waist, enhancing my curves, the bottom ended just above the landing strip of my pubes. The bodice stopped just beneath my breasts, thrusting them upwards invitingly

I put on the silky red panties and then something strange happened. My eyes went from looking at myself in the mirror, to the big portrait painting of the former owner, McNab. I had the weird sensation that his dark eyes were studying me and even controlling me.

As I gazed into them I seemed to lose all sense of reality. It felt as if I had travelled back in time and was taking part in the erotic events that I had read about. Still wearing the lingerie, I found myself dreamily opening the door to where James waited. At that moment, it seemed the most natural thing in the world.

As if I was greeting a familiar lover, I stood in the sexy outfit before this handsome stranger with my naked breasts on display.

James held a leather collar like the one in the display cabinet. All rational thought just melted away and I made no objection as he gently slipped it around my neck and clicked it shut. With my heightened sensitivity, the scent of his aftershave seemed to fill my head like a drug and his warm breath raised goose bumps on my neck.

As he put a soft leather cuff around each of my wrists, I knew deep in my mind that I shouldn't be doing this. But my brain was incapable of sending any signals of resistance to my limp body.

The cuffs were linked by short chains to the collar. When he had strapped them around my wrists, my arms were left folded back at my sides with my elbows bent and my palms facing outwards. I felt a wanton thrill of submission surge through me.

Finally, all went dark as the soft material of a blindfold was drawn over my eyes. All at once, the tingling in my body bubbled up into scalding hot arousal. Waves of moisture flowed to coat my pussy as it demanded to be entered and filled. My nipples thrust out to their fullest extent.

Without a word, James's warm hands slid down over my shoulders to my hips and he drew me into a close embrace. When I felt the soft touch of his lips on my throat above the collar, my legs trembled.

Visions of all the women over the decades, who had stood here in a similar position, flooded my mind. Details of the various equipment spread around the dungeon seemed etched in my mind. I told myself that I was watching someone else and that this wasn't happening to me. And yet, why was my body so on fire?

I was gently led forward, turned around and I felt smooth wood against my back and the sound of clicks on either side. When I tried to move, I found that my collar had been fastened to some attachment on the wall. I stood motionless as James slipped down my panties. His breath felt hot on my pussy as he crouched to draw them over my feet. Each leg was pulled to the side and soft leather restraints clipped around my ankles, so that I stood with my legs wide apart, my head drawn back by the collar.

Then I heard the sounds of departing footsteps.

"James...James?" I called, but there was silence.

I should have been experiencing fear and panic, but I felt neither. The part of my mind that normally reasoned had ceased to exist. But every sensory part of my body was functioning at full throttle and making me so horny that I was dizzy. I tried yet again to come to terms with what was happening. Would my alarm clock ring at any moment to take me from an especially erotic dream?

As I stood there, semi-naked, waiting submissively for whatever was about to happen, I heard footsteps. Was there more than one person coming down the stairs? Or was it echoes from the stone steps?

"James...James...is that you? Is there someone else there...?" I croaked weakly.

There was no reply.

Then my straining ears detected rustling as if clothing was being removed. I heard breathing close by and then something furry touched my shoulder - something tickly but amazingly delicate. I jerked against my bound wrists at the contact and suddenly remembered the fur mitt on display. James had explained that it was made from the coat of a mink - extremely fine and silky.

I had guessed what it was used for but I was finding out for sure now, as it glided slowly over my shoulders with the lightest of touches. I had been tickled by an ostrich feather in the past but this sensation was one of the most sensual I had ever experienced. Of course, my lack of sight was intensifying it. It moved lower so slowly - so agonizingly slowly, that I stood on my tiptoes, driven by the need for it to touch my breasts.

Suddenly the mitt brushed across a thrusting nipple. The shock went straight to my clit; I screamed and my knees buckled. I moaned as the furry surface began a stroking motion, slowly circling each breast in turn, pausing to give the slightest caress to the nipple, before continuing its journey.

I was so wet that I actually felt my arousal fluids trickling from my naked pussy onto the insides of my thighs. I should have been desperately ashamed of the wanton figure I was presenting - my legs spread invitingly wide and my aroused breasts thrust up by the basque. But all I felt was an uncontrollable lust.

As my pussy flooded and my clit poked out from its hood, I thought for a second that I was going to cum there and then. I hovered tantalizingly on the very brink and then just as I drifted a fraction away, I felt the shock of warm lips on each of my nipples.

I exploded into what was to be my first orgasm of the evening, and yet my pussy hadn't even been touched. I uttered a series of high-pitched screams as my suckled nipples triggered explosions of pleasure in my clit. Even in the throes of my pleasure, part of me was able to notice that the stone walls of the dungeon were producing echoes of my shrieks making it sound as if they were coming from more than one person.

I tossed my head from side to side feeling the collar pull at my throat. My nails dug into the palms of my hands as my wrists writhed against the damp leather cuffs. After what seemed to be long minutes, my shudders subsided, and the mouths stopped pleasuring me.

In my voluptuous trance, it took a few seconds for my brain to register that there had been two mouths working on my breasts. I recalled the shadows I thought I had seen at the end of the corridor; so, it seemed James wasn't alone after all.

I should have been panicking but I was incapable of rational reasoning. My body was in the grip of a frenzied craving for sexual gratification. My usual horniness had somehow been raised to a level that I had never known before. I realized that I was so aroused that I didn't really care how many people were there - I just wanted more of the intoxicating erotic pleasure and of course orgasms.

I welcomed the touch of hands on the insides of my thighs and when warm lips covered mine, I instinctively sucked the tongue that probed gently. I tasted the distinctive tang of the strange liqueur that I had shared earlier with James and I knew that the tongue was his.

Could that drink really have caused my raging sexual lust and wanton behavior?

I trembled as his hands closed over my saliva-slickened breasts and fondled them gently. Then I heard a strange whishing noise and the crack of leather on skin as if someone was testing it on his hand and my fevered mind immediately thought of the range of floggers that were on display. James continued to kiss me, but moved slightly to the side.

I shuddered at a strange sensation on my pussy as something was drawn lightly between the damp lips. It seemed to be strands of soft material and the image of the flogger with the narrow strips of supple suede leather leapt into my mind.

Surely, I wasn't going to be flogged...

The strands were drawn away. Then...flick! The contact on my pussy was so feather light that if landing anywhere else on my body, it would scarcely have been noticeable. But on my swollen labia and aroused clit, the flick of soft leather was electric. The shock of the subtle blend of discomfort and pleasure was so erotic that I actually screamed - a single high-pitched note.

Despite the pleasure, my instinctive reaction was to draw my splayed legs together but my ankles only pulled helplessly against the leather restraints.

I had drawn my face away from James to scream, but he immediately drew me in again and our mouths blended again in passionate, hot wet kisses. As we did, the leather, soft as a baby's skin, slapped my pussy again and again. It was so light a touch that the user must have been very experienced.

Ohhh...I gasped into James's mouth, as a heavier slap stung my pussy. But even as I was registering the discomfort, an open mouth was kissing me there, as if to take away the sting. The shift from pain to pleasure was sharply arousing and when the lips brushed my clit, I came again, fiercely and unexpectedly.

Again, my orgasmic screams echoed weirdly in the stone chamber, as I thrust my hips greedily at the warm mouth. When my first cry rang out, James squeezed my nipples, accentuating my pleasure.

Unable to grip anything, my fingernails dug into my helpless hands as I rode the waves of pleasure, oblivious to my bizarre surroundings. Right and wrong had ceased to exist. Then the mouth moved away. James shifted his body against me and I felt him fumble between my legs.

Even as I was still in the spasms of my orgasm, I felt his hard cock slip smoothly into my wet pussy. He gripped my hips and began to fuck me. The only sounds were my grunts of pleasure and the loud smacking as our bare flesh slapped together. I was frustrated that I couldn't touch him with my manacled hands. As if to compensate I felt my pussy muscles clench his cock like a vice, holding him deep inside me. James must have been bending his knees to fit his cock into my standing posture and I felt his hot breath on my breasts. Then his mouth licked and kissed the pulsing mounds of my breasts. I shivered as the cool dungeon air touched the dampness his tongue left on my skin.

I don't know whether my second climax continued or fresh ones started, but I crashed into an ongoing series of orgasmic explosions in my head and belly the likes of which I had never experienced before. For a few moments, I came time and time again as ecstasy ripped through me and all my muscles contracted in spasms.

When my storm of ecstasy had passed, I sagged as my legs gave way and I had to grip my collar to stop it choking me. I wasn't aware of whether James had cum or when he had pulled out. I tried to understand why I had cum so hard and so often but I was too exhausted and my mind went blank.

Then strong arms were supporting me. I was only vaguely aware of my ankles and wrists being freed and my collar removed. Gentle hands stroked my face and brushed the strands of hair from my damp brow. Two pairs of arms, one under my armpits and the other under my legs lifted me and carried me a short distance.

I was placed down on a yielding surface, and I could smell wood smoke and hear the crackle of burning logs. As my limbs relaxed I must have dropped off into an exhausted stupor.

I awakened as I felt my blindfold being removed and I opened my eyes to find that I was on the enormous four-poster bed in the bedroom adjoining the dungeon. The ornately brocaded black bedcover was covered by a transparent sheet of soft polythene that felt sensual on my over-heated skin.

I blinked in the warm, flickering light coming from the roaring log fire that was the only source of illumination. The room felt much warmer than when I had been there before. Around the bed stood four naked men, all wearing identical full-face latex masks, like the kind worn at Halloween. Only their mouths and eyes were uncovered. The same facial image was depicted on all the masks and seemed strangely familiar. Then as I looked over their shoulders, I saw again the big oil painting of the late David McNab.

It was his image on the masks!

I decided then that I must be dreaming. But if so, it was the most vivid and detailed erotic dream of my life and one that I didn't want to end. One of the men approached and held a glass to my lips,

"Here...drink this...it will refresh you..." he said.

I recognized the kind note and knew that it was James. It felt very strange to see him naked and I noted that he was the tallest of the group. With the first sip, I could tell that it was more of the liqueur I had drunk earlier. A warning light flashed dimly in my head as I thought of the strange erotic spell that had come over me after drinking it. But I was still floating on a cloud of compliant sensuality. Without hesitating, I emptied the small glass in a couple of gulps.

As before, after a few moments, a warm glow crept into my stomach. Then that strange tingling on the surface of my skin started again and blood surged through my veins. I felt a growing sense of euphoria and without even realizing what I was going to do; I stretched languorously, arching my back like a cat. I tossed my hair around my bare shoulders and clad only in the red and black basque, I lay, spread-eagled invitingly, on the huge bed. James whispered in my ear,

"You're taking part in one of the sex parties that a small group of us regularly hold to carry on the traditions of the castle."

He brushed my breasts with his lips and my body quivered. In my trance-like rapture, the words had very little meaning for me. For all the difference, it made to me at that moment, he might as well have said that I was joining him and his friends for a quiet drink instead of being about to fuck them.

I watched the other three masked men approach me. It was difficult to judge their ages but their bodies looked lean and hard, as if sculpted by manual work. Their cocks swung in various stages of erection. Without a word, they quickly surrounded me. My hips were raised from the bed and the basque was off.

I gasped as four pairs of hands roamed gently over my naked body. I drifted dreamily in an erotic trance, feeling not the least bit perturbed at being touched so intimately by four complete strangers. Then a sharp jolt of pleasure/pain went shooting down my spine as one of the men pinched one of my nipples.

The men continued to slowly explore my body. Hands caressed my face and neck; fingertips slid up and down the length of my arms, and hands fondled and explored my breasts and erect pink nipples. For some tantalizing reason my pussy still hadn't been touched. Despite my earlier orgasms, I found myself lusting desperately for it to be pleasured.

I peered through glazed, half-open eyes to see the four men crouched around me on the huge bed. In the dim light, I conjured up the image of a pack of hungry wolves circling around their prey. Two began running their fingertips over my breasts and nipples and I grunted softly from the stimulation. Other hands began to run under and over my buttocks, gently squeezing and caressing my ass while drawing my legs even further apart.

One leaned forward to softly lick the skin around my throat before engaging me in a deep tongue-probing burst of kissing. I noted that the soft latex masks were designed to allow their mouths full freedom. It was becoming clear that these men were not out for just a quick fuck but were dedicated to the strange sex games that they apparently played here.

My body still felt unusually ultra-sensitive and the effect of every touch seemed magnified many times. Again, I wondered if it was caused by the strange drink, I had been given. Soon, I felt hair brush the insides of my legs and then a tongue licking over my thighs. As the men continued to explore and tease my body, I had to bite down on my lower lip. My fondled breasts rose and fell rapidly as my breathing quickened. I groaned and twitched as my nipples were sucked deeply into wet mouths and they stretched and swelled with intense sensitivity. Someone was still deep kissing me and I found myself clutching his bushy hair.

Meanwhile the mouth between my legs was concentrating on the sensitive skin at the very top of my inner thighs. As it teased its way upwards, I wantonly raised my hips urging it to where I wanted it to be. Fingers followed the warm lips and tongue, and began to massage the hollow at the top of my inner thighs, just an infuriating inch away from my now drenched pussy. My skin felt slippery and I knew that I was oozing floods of juices.

I was suddenly aware of the aroma of my musk slowly filling the air around us and knew that I was as desperate to be fucked as any bitch in heat ever was. Then at last, fingers reached my pussy lips!

My hips jerked up in automatic reaction to the sensual shock and I broke from the kissing to utter a plaintive cry. That changed to a piercing scream when a finger placed firm pressure directly to my swollen clit. I had been built up to such a peak of arousal that my response was intense and for an instant, I thought that I had cum. Then all the other sources of pleasure around my body faded into insignificance as the finger moved, with just the right amount of pressure, in a rhythmic, circular motion around the sensitive gland.

Despite that, I was suddenly aware again of the blissful work on my nipples as the two men at each side of me stayed busy with their tongues and lips. My nipples and clit combined to send shock waves of intense pleasure coursing through my body and I writhed helplessly as the beginnings of another orgasm built up. I was being treated like a sex toy and being fucked senseless even without a cock in me.

I somehow found time to marvel at how they were managing to retain control and not just fuck me senseless. They must have been deriving a lot of pleasure from playing with my body, watching me writhe and moan and seeing me cum time after time.

As I hovered maddeningly on the verge of cumming, I heard myself crying out; although the voice seemed to come from someone else,

"Ohhh...please let me cum...please let me cum...please fuck me...please fuck me...I want all of you to fuck me."

I realized that I sounded pitiable but didn't care in the slightest. I just wanted to be fucked. I had always been greedy for sex but now I seemed truly insatiable.

The men continued to take their time. Two fingers rammed deeply inside me. Thickly coated with my juices they reamed me, twisting and turning. Groaning with pleasure I greedily writhed against the hand; welcoming the sensations in my pussy. I was no longer the innocent tourist but a raving nymphomaniac, longing to be used as a fuck-toy and filled with cum.

The men must have decided to make me cum again before fucking me. The sounds I was making and the way my body was shaking, were clearly telling them that an orgasm was rapidly approaching. A finger went back to my clit while the ones inside continued to finger-fuck me. I drew in one last, deep breath, holding it in for a brief moment as my face turned red. I screamed shrilly, my body convulsing violently as yet another powerful climax washed over me. My hands shot out to fiercely grip the arms of the men beside me and my hips bucked wildly against the hands at my pussy.

I could feel my face grimacing as if in pain while the orgasm continued tearing its way through my entire body from toes to fingertips, and my screams echoed from the stone walls. As I came, the men continued working on me, no doubt with eyes and ears focused on the erotic spectacle. This time my climax was short and fierce and my screams subsided to moans as my body relaxed and blissful release took over.

The men stopped stimulating me and I sprawled limply with legs spread shamelessly and my eyes closed. For the next few moments, there was silence as they allowed me to recover. Eventually I opened my eyes, with my face and breasts still flushed, to see the men sitting beside me watching closely and slowly stroking their erections. James moved first.

He wriggled on the bed until his stiff cock was opposite my face. I looked into the glow of his eyes peering through the mask. For a passing, few seconds my mind cleared and I wondered at the need for the masks, but put it down to an essential part of their ritual which they obviously took seriously. No doubt, many other women had been fucked out of their minds on this bed and I guessed that there would be quite a few locals keen to enjoy the experience.

The brief moment of clarity passed to be replaced by a fresh wave of lust and I hungrily took James's cock in my hand. I thrilled as always to the sensation of a warm throbbing erection in my fingers and after I had stroked it for a few seconds, he edged forward and slid his hard dick into my mouth. With a gentle movement of his hips he eased his cock in and out of my lips as I held the base and drew down on the silky skin.

Reaching down, he held my head as I continued to let him fuck my mouth. He was careful not to push in too far, and again I admired his skill. With my eyes closed, I groaned in my throat as hands kneaded my breasts. I felt a sharp spasm as if I was about to cum every time he touched my painfully hard nipples. My pussy was tingling in anticipation - when would they get around to fucking me?

Then at last, there was movement between my feet and the unmistakable feel of a hard hot, rubbery cock brushing my thigh. I was so hypersensitive that I could actually feel the wetness of pre-cum on my skin. Then he was pushing his hardness into me, and I heard a grunt as he felt my heat on his cock. I stopped sucking James and quivered, aware of every inch of the other man as he entered me.

He went deeper, pausing for my tightness to adjust and envelop him, letting me accept him. Soon his balls rested against my ass, and he was all the way in. In an instinctive reaction, I threw my legs around his firm buttocks. Releasing James's cock from my lips for a second, I wailed with delight.

Trembling with pleasure, my mouth returned excitedly to James's shaft, taking it in inch by inch until enveloping it all. James grunted and lost control for the first time. He pulled my hair to draw my mouth further onto his cock so that his cock was forced further into the back of my throat.

My head was resting on its side on the bed and it was difficult for me to deep-throat him. Fighting a gagging sensation, I gripped the base of his cock with thumb and finger and cupped his balls with the other hand, just firmly enough to control him and ease back a little.

With a twist of my shoulders, I managed to crane my neck to the correct angle, and took the head of his cock over my gullet. Breathing through my nose, I held him there and gave a final few tugs on the damp skin of his raging hardon.

James jerked his hips forward as he came, spurting wave after wave of hot, semen into my throat. My position made it difficult and I struggled to swallow it all. When, I finally drew my sweaty face off the still erect cock there was a residue of cum trickling out of the side of my mouth. James wiped it away with a finger, and when he offered it to my lips, I automatically sucked it clean.

However, my only thoughts were for the man who was fucking me smoothly. Drawing him in even closer with my legs, I reached out to grip his braced arms, tingling at the firmness of his muscles.

This one wasn't spending any more time on teasing - now he just wanted a quick fuck and he was getting it. He hammered me vigorously and as he pumped my pussy, he seemed to go deeper and harder with each one.

"Oh, my god..." I cried out, as he impaled me again and again.

My head thrashed wildly from side to side and my long red nails dug deeply into his hard arm muscles as he relentlessly pounded me. So, deep were his thrusts that I seemed to feel him in the pit of my belly. It was tremendously arousing but as I clung to his hard body with arms and legs. I knew that he couldn't last at that pace, and exciting though it was, I was desperate to cum. My brain just had a second to register that I had never had so many orgasms in quick succession in my life - and I still wanted more.

As expected, I felt the usual swelling of a cock before it erupted and then there was a warm flood, as he stiffened and came in me.

He rolled off me immediately and even as I made my first gasp of disappointment, another man slid between my splayed legs and thrust into me. He began to stroke in and out, going more slowly than the previous one, as he squelched into the deposited cum.

I lifted my hips to meet him and as I squirmed beneath him, every thrust he made forced a trickle of cum from my flooded pussy. I was drifting on a wonderfully high level of voluptuous pleasure, although I was greedy for another orgasm.

Finally, it dawned on me to reach down for my clit, and I found the wet, swollen nub. Then I was enjoying that most wonderful combination; a cock fucking me and my clit being stroked at just the right pressure.

His labored breathing matched mine as we clung together, two bodies with just a single purpose. As I clutched his shoulders and hugged his ass with my thighs, I felt his muscles strain as he plunged steadily in and out. His cock seemed to grow bigger as our bodies fused and a fine coat of sweat covered his chest, and glistened on my breasts. I couldn't see his face behind the mask, but imagined it twisted in concentration.

I closed my eyes, sensing my approaching climax. I coordinated the brush of my finger on my clit with each powerful thrust of his cock. My head was rolling from side to side in a frenzy as I arched my back, and lifted my hips to meet the urgency of his movements. That fucking was feeling even better than the previous one and I was in seventh heaven as my pussy squeezed every ounce of pleasure from the hard cock.

I could feel wetness trickling over my ass as sticky fluids poured out onto his cock and down his balls. Then he threw his head back and uttered a loud animalistic growl. His movements became jerky and he froze. The feeling of his liquid heat erupting deep inside me gave me the final impetus I needed as I desperately strummed my clit and I screamed hysterically as another enormous orgasm blasted through me.

I must have come close to blacking out at the intensity of the prolonged climax and after he pulled out, I lay like a rag doll, totally shagged-out. As before, they gave me a few moments rest, and as I recovered, I remembered that there was still one to go. I couldn't remember ever having experienced such powerful orgasms in quick succession and when I tried to count them, I couldn't.

I had lost track of time and place and my entire existence seemed focused on my wildly throbbing and pulsing cunt and clit. Eventually, hands eased me up to a sitting position, and with pillows at my back, I was propped against the bedstead. In the flickering light cast by the roaring fire, I couldn't really distinguish between the four masked men.

However, it was easy to pick out the one who was next for action, as he was the only one with a full erection. He climbed up beside me and knelt with his knees on either side of my hips as I sat facing him. As he moved his cock to my face, I realized that he wanted to fuck my mouth. I assumed that he preferred this to sloppy thirds. In my sexual frenzy, I felt disappointed for I wanted another fuck; it was as if I had become addicted to cock, like a drug user to cocaine.

Bending at the knees, he brushed his big warm, hard cock over my breasts and throat. As the smooth head passed over my nipples, I shivered as dampness of his precum leaked onto the erect buds. Taking his time, he teasingly glided the stiffness of his shaft along my jaw. I wondered if he was watching my face for my reactions as he moved his cock closer to my lips and it caressed each cheek, in turn.

At last, the slightly damp head moved back and forth across my lips; but made no effort to force between them. I suddenly wanted to snake out my tongue to taste him, but it moved away as he pushed himself higher and brought his hairy balls to my mouth.

For the first time he used persuasion, by squeezing my cheeks lightly in a clear signal to open my mouth. In a daze, I submissively responded and extended my tongue to lick his balls. I lapped behind his sac, slowly moving up until I reached the base of his cock. He didn't seem to want my mouth there yet, and eased his balls back to my mouth.

I inhaled deeply, taking in the musky scent of male arousal and my clit stirred. Warming to my task despite the barrier of curly pubes, I swirled my tongue all over his heavy balls. I lapped at them, bathing them in my tongue's soft caress. I felt his cock twitch and throb against my nose and his hand gripped my hair. In response, I opened wide and folded my lips around his scrotum, pulling it into my hot wet mouth.

I heard his breathing quicken, as I swirled my tongue around him. I sucked gently pulling him deeper until my nose pressed hard against his shaft. After a while, he pulled back slightly, letting his saliva-soaked sac slip from my mouth.

Suddenly a wild impulse took me over; I needed that cock in my cunt and not in my mouth. I had a slit second to wonder what the hell was wrong with me as I lunged forward and pushed the man onto his back. Blood was pounding in my ears and I felt dizzy as I gazed at his big swaying cock. Driven by some strange force as if my life depended on it, I pounced on him and swung my thighs across his muscular torso to straddle him in the reverse cowgirl position with my back to him.

My pussy felt as if it was dissolving and the lust-juice seeping from it felt hot on my thighs. I could feel the slickness as I ground my sex lips on the taut abdomen beneath me. When his hands cupped the swells of my buttocks, I moaned as fingers teased the gaping cleft, toying with my puckered anal opening.

I slid down his belly until the fuck-distended lips of my pussy were pressing hard into his black wiry pubic bush. I couldn't wait any longer as my hand went around behind my ass to guide his hard cock into my cleft. After massaging his cockhead between my pussy lips for a moment, I was carefully positioning it at my opening when he suddenly bucked his hips and thrust his rigid cock deep into my ass before I had time to tighten my sphincter.

I went rigid with shock and cried out in pain/pleasure from the brute force of his penetration. I was experienced in anal sex but even so, I think it went in so easily because I was so aroused and relaxed and my asshole was slippery with cum escaping from my pussy.

I decided to make the best of it and, thrilling to the wonderful sensation of a filled rectum, I raised myself until the large cock was almost withdrawn, then plunged back down.

Resting my hands on his firm thighs, I began to ride him wildly as he stroked my back. I was pumping rhythmically and with each down stroke I gasped when I fully impaled me. I was lost again in the red haze of sexual greed.

Hot waves of pleasure flooded through me as he put an arm around my waist and slipped two fingers into my cunt. After a moment or two, he reached around to take a breast in his free hand. Gripping my nipple between thumb and forefinger, he squeezed it to force me to slow down. Perhaps he wanted to last longer than my frenzied action would have allowed.

When I began a slow grind, he released my throbbing nipple and his hand caressed my breasts gently as I swayed and pivoted my hips on his erection. When he gripped my hair, and drew my head back, I turned and our lips eagerly slithered together. After a brief intermingling of tongues, I broke the kiss as my arousal soared and my body demanded that I speed up my action.

I began to slam down firmly against his fingers and cock, drawing groans from him. With each upward move, I clenched my ass muscles, milking him as I rose until I was gripping only the bulging head. In response, he started bucking beneath me, thrusting up his hips to fill me again as I rose away from him. It was as if we were vying with each other as to who was fucking whom.

By now, as well as finger-fucking me, his thumb was caressing my clit. My reverse cowgirl position was giving him easy access - one of the reasons I love the position. I marveled again at the skilled dedication of these sex-worshippers.

Despite his efforts, I was desperate to cum and didn't want to leave anything to chance. When his hip movements became more demanding I guessed that he was near. I firmly moved his thumb from my clit and replaced it with my own experienced fingers. Still riding him steadily as my fingers danced, I waited until my orgasm was bubbling into life. Then, bracing my thighs I fucked him rapidly, squeezing hard with my anal muscles.

Soon the unstoppable force of my climax began sweeping through my belly. I faintly registered his groans, as I concentrated hard on the onrushing surge of pleasure, and I drowned them out with my own outburst,

"Ohhh yes...ohhh fuck...yes . . ." I screamed triumphantly as I finished myself off with a final flick at my clit and a squeeze of a puffy nipple.

As my pussy convulsed, I felt the hard cock quiver and swell inside me. I bucked and shook as I felt his hot cum explode deep in my core and I finally fell forward to lie exhausted, on his legs, his softening cock still lodged inside my ass.

I don't know if it was the draining effects of my numerous orgasms, or if it was the after-effects of the strange and potent elixir; but I suddenly felt light-headed and the room seemed to swirl around me. I felt hands lifting me onto my back; I closed my eyes and plunged into oblivion yet again.

- - - -

My eyes slowly opened and I looked around me. I was sitting in my car in the empty car park but to my surprise it was almost dark. I felt disoriented and dizzy from the weird and vivid dream I had been having and I figured that I must have dozed off before going to the castle.

What the hell, I thought, looking at my watch. It seemed that I had been asleep for well over three hours. I realized that I had been tired from driving, but that was ridiculous. For some reason, I had what felt like a monstrous hangover. My head hurt as I tried to think back...had I gone to see if the castle was open; or was I still considering it when I fell asleep?

As I tried to remember, my head swirled with scattered fragments of erotic images. They were so vivid and realistic that my nipples stiffened in response. I couldn't recall having had such an intense dream before. There was a strange taste in my mouth and I put it down to the soft drink that lay beside me.

The castle no longer looked enticing in the gloom. Outlined against the last glimmers of the setting sun, the gothic ramparts were thrown into dark silhouette giving it an eerie, sinister air. I felt a chill run down my spine and I decided to set off back to my hotel. Hurriedly, I switched on the ignition and drove away.

As I drove, I was surprised to notice that I wasn't hungry and a warm glow of fulfilment gradually crept over me. My clit and pussy were tingling and I presumed that was due to my arousal during my strange dream. My word, I thought; that long sleep seemed to have done me good.

When I was back in my room, I felt drained but totally relaxed and decided to have an early night. As I took off my dress, I noticed that my skin gave of unfamiliar scents and I put it down to the soap provided in my hotel bathroom.

Then I noticed something strange. As I bent to take off my panties, I saw from the label that they were on back to front and inside out. I must have been really dozy this morning, I told myself. Then as my hand went to my pussy, I felt something oozing from between my lips. When I instinctively sniffed at my damp fingers I recognized a very familiar smell. In total disbelief, I sniffed at them again. There was no doubt about it - semen was leaking from my pussy!

In shock, I sat down on the bed and my eyes went to the brochure of the castle where I had left it. It was open at a page with a big color photo of a four-poster bed. As I looked at it, strange erotic images from my earlier weird dream flitted through my mind. I sat puzzled, as confused sexual scenes weaved in and out of my memory. Sensations of big hard cocks in my mouth and in my pussy kept surfacing, only to vanish again.

Shakily, I turned a page and I was confronted by the portrait of David McNab. I gazed at it in fascination as his hooded, dark eyes seemed to pierce into my soul. My head spun for a few seconds and graphic erotic images flashed briefly through the hazy mist that obscured my memory.

Oh, my God...oh my God...I moaned.

What the fuck had happened at the castle?

THE END

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