Pixie Isobella

Lord Arendt ran teasing fingers across each of Summer’s nipples, pinching and tugging, and smiling at Summer’s immediate whimpering reaction. Tortured like this, her nipples were so much more sensitive than normal and it felt amazing. She hated that he could get this reaction from her, even as she loved the horny feeling in her pussy.

‘She’s such a slut,’ remarked Lord Marlowe, watching smugly from the other side of the bed. ‘Who even knew?’

Lord Arendt chuckled his assent to Lord Marlowe’s words. ‘I wish I could keep her in my dungeon for ten years. I’d never grow tired of hurting her, or of knowing that it was spoiled little princess Summer I had beneath me whenever I fucked her.’

Summer’s Engagement: 9

[Summer’s Engagement contains non-consent fantasy erotica, female submission to male characters, erotic torture and object insertion. All characters are over 18. Chapter 1 of Summer’s Engagement is here]

‘I wish I could keep her in my dungeon for ten years,’ Lord Arendt chuckled. ‘I’d never grow tired of hurting her, or of knowing that it was spoiled little princess Summer I had beneath me whenever I fucked her.’

He looked down at Summer and she flinched internally at the hard look in his eyes.

‘The men usually blindfold you, don’t they, darling?’ he said softly, his hands still cruelly playing with her swollen nipples. ‘That’s very wicked of you, and not a little cowardly as well. A princess should know who she’s had inside her.’

Summer blushed, wishing she could look away. He was right, damn him. She had played fast and loose with her reputation, and now it was coming back to bite her.

‘Well, I’m not going to,’ Lord Arendt continued smoothly. ‘I want you to see who’s on top of you, who’s inside you. All three of us are going to have you, princess,’ he sneered.

Summer whimpered, wishing she could move, wishing she could escape his sneering voice and all of the men’s greedy eyes and groping hands. She wished could stop the endless cacophony of sensations in her body. Gods, they were all going to fuck her and she couldn’t even work out what was worse — being penetrated by her parents’ sworn enemies, Lord Arendt and Lord Marlowe, or letting the uncouth servant, Makepeace, inside her.

She was a princess, dammit! They shouldn’t be treating her like this. She just knew that Lords Arendt and Marlowe would be snide and superior, while Makepeace… She shuddered as she glanced at the man. Gods, she had never let a servant fuck her, only the sons of the noblest and wealthiest people at court.

Lord Arendt sneered again as he looked down at her and Summer had the unpleasant sense that he was able to read her mind.

‘If you didn’t want to be treated like our pleasure hole, you shouldn’t have been such a slut,’ he said bluntly. ‘We’ve got all night with you, darling, and by morning, you’ll be so filthy that you’ll only be worth being fucked by my stableman.’

Summer moaned helplessly as the three men laughed.

‘But first,’ Lord Arendt said silkily. ‘Let’s have a play with the toys you brought with you.’

Summer’s world ground to a horrified stop.

Oh… no.

No, please, they can’t.

The men moved down between Summer’s legs and she thought she would die as she thought about the toys she had brought in her bag.

Her nipples hurt and she even didn’t want the men to look at her between her legs. She shuddered as Makepeace brusquely pushed the fabric of her gown off her legs. Then all three men were standing between her legs looking down at her bare pussy — she hadn’t worn underwear, she never did if she was on her way to a tryst — and she felt herself blushing red hot all over her body at the feeling of their ruthless eyes on her sacred place.

Lord Arendt reached forward and she knew it was his fingers she felt sliding across her wet, needy flesh. With her head bent back and her breasts in the way, she couldn’t see him. All she could feel was hard fingers exploring past her labia, running up and down the silken smooth flesh there, before — oh god, no — prodding into her entrance.

The penetration felt amazing, she was so turned on. She didn’t want their fingers inside her and yet she was so aroused that she really, really did as well.

Summer didn’t get a choice anyway. Soon she felt all of the men’s fingers poking and prodding, pulling her labia apart and pushing into her, one, two, three or four at a time. It felt like a cruel parody of the old carefree days in the woods when she had wantonly let the young men finger her.

Lord Arendt says I deserve this because I let the other men touch me.

Summer whimpered softly to herself as the fingers kept fucking her, the men clearly enjoying playing with her cunt and careless about how she felt. It was hard for her to concentrate, because she was still floating high from the pain in her breasts and the tight corset made her feel so disconnected from what the men were doing between her legs.

Part of her was still angry at what they were doing but she realised she was also deeply — embarrassingly — turned on by their utter disregard for her feelings. This was more intense and objectifying than anything she had ever done with the young men in the woods.

Even as she flinched in disgust at the thought of Lord Arendt and Lord Marlowe touching her, she also realised, horrified, that she was even more turned on precisely because she disliked them. Because everything they were doing was against her will and because of their utter disregard for her wishes.

The men had finished with their fingers and she could hear them going through her bag, pulling out the toys she had brought for Conrad to use.

‘Haha, that’s a good one,’ laughed Lord Marlowe and Summer flushed embarrassed. Gods, she had been stupid to meet Conrad up here. She should have known he would betray her.

‘Line them up for me,’ ordered Lord Arendt, ‘smallest to largest. Let’s see what we’ve got.’

Oh no, please.

Summer’s inner wailing did no good. She heard the shuffling sounds of the men organising her toys in order of size, and only minutes later, she heard the men sniggering and then she felt something hard and thin pushing at her entrance, and then the thing was sliding straight into her. Feeling flustered and embarrassed as she was, she couldn’t even work out which of her toys it was.

‘Is this right, Summer’ she heard Lord Arendt’s silky voice from between her legs. He poked experimentally at her insides with the object in his hand. ‘Is this what I do? I insert these things into you and then I fuck you with them?’

Summer sobbed at his words.

How could he do this to her? She hated the thought of what she looked like to him right now — legs spread, exposed pussy and whatever toy it was sliding right into her in his hands.

‘Let’s put another one into her,’ said Lord Marlowe. ‘I bet she can’t even feel that first one.’

Summer flinched to hear the words she had so often heard on the lips of the young men.

This time something larger and slightly ribbed slid into her, sitting alongside the first one. Something short and oddly shaped followed, her entrance stretching uncomfortably as it slid into her. Soon enough, a fourth item followed, making Summer gasp as it pushed the other items aside to sit inside her.

She blushed in embarrassment at the thought of what the men were seeing — her cunt opened up, the toys all protruding out of her, just like she had done so many times with the young men of the court.

Lord Arendt pushed the items deep into her, fucking them backwards and forwards, stretching her entrance and stimulating her cunt in a way that made her want to moan with desire.

‘I like you like this, Summer,’ he called out. ‘If only I’d known what you were doing all this time, I’d have had you sitting uncomfortably full of toys through all those boring state dinners. Knowing you were going to come to my study afterwards so that I could take them out of you and debauch you.’

‘Oh, look at these, milord!’ said Makepeace in his deeper, almost gravelly voice. ‘Let’s put these inside her.’

Summer shuddered. She knew what he had found in her bag and she begged the universe to let her go back in time. If only she could start all over again, she would be good. She would stay in her room tonight, she would have stood up Conrad and then none of this pain and indignity would be happening.

She had packed two old sword handles for identical two-handed swords, each made of silken smooth leather and wood, each with a heavy knob on the end. She had found them in some old trunk in one of the storerooms and she had secretly brought them back to her room and cleaned them up, in the wistful hope that one of the men would penetrate her with them one day.

I am so stupid.

Lord Arendt chuckled and started pulling the other devices out of her. Summer shuddered to feel them go, whimpering as she felt his hands and eyes on her pussy. This was such a cruel parody of her fun time with the young men and she hated that it turned her on even more than those fun trysts in the wood ever had.

‘Let’s get this in you, shall we, princess?’ Lord Arendt’s voice was silken. ‘This is what you were going to ask Conrad to do, wasn’t it?’

The leather-coated knob on the end of the sword handle was cold from the cold air. It was large and round and Summer whimpered softly to herself as Lord Arendt ran it up and down the sensitive flesh between her entrance and her clit. Her cunt felt needy, like a giant hole and she yearned for it to be filled.

Oh, the sword handle would feel so good when it pushed past her sensitive flesh and filled her…

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See Chapter 11 of Summer’s Engagement here.