The hostages

Ton jumped up. He had heard rough boots on the stairs. He looked at his mother, in whose marital bed he was lying. She had stuffed a dozen pillows into her back and was masturbating with great concentration, her head bent forward convulsively. Her arm flew back and forth frantically, she was about to climb to the top. The bedroom door was wrenched open, a lantern illuminating the completely absent‐minded woman. The hand with the dagger jerked forward, the dagger stuck in the mother's heart. Her last breath escaped with a ghastly sound, her head sank to her chest with a look of disbelief on her face, as did her arm, which remained resting on her pussy. Even in dying, her fingers twitched irritably on her clit. That was the last image Ton had of his mother, sitting dead in bed in an obscene position.

An arm yanked him up brutally. "Put some clothes on, you son of a bitch!" a gruff voice commanded him. He quickly slipped into his pants and shirt, the guy with the rough voice grunted. "You idiot! With the marquise we'd have an even better pawn! The marquis will rip your head off, you can count on it! Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!" Ton was completely dazed, he let the ragamuffins maneuver him into a carriage and off they went on a wild chase.

The journey was long, it took an hour over hill and dale. His guard, a dirty guy in rags, had his pistol pointed at Ton and was staring out of the window. The carriage stopped at some point and an oily voice asked: "Have you got her, both of them?" The one with the raspy voice replied, no, just the boy, the Anthony d'Aubersville. The idiot stabbed the marquise faster than I could shout stop! "Very well," said the oily one, "bring him down!" Ton was dragged out, he didn't know this castle. In a brightly lit cell in the basement, the bars behind him slammed shut and were locked. He had to strip naked, his clothes disappeared. The outer door was also locked. It was midsummer, the cell was a little cooler than outside, it was 2 meters square, or less. There was only a metal bed with a dirty mattress, or what you thought was a mattress, in the cell, no table, no chair, just the bed, which took up most of the room. The bars were two thumbs thick, a window perhaps 8 to 10 centimeters high, a good meter wide, opened onto the forest. There were no bars, no one could get through. He sat down, there he was, just him and his beloved cock.

And the time. He didn't want to see the last few seconds of his mother's life, but the images had burned themselves into his brain. His mother masturbated several times every night when he got tired of fucking and fell asleep. He had slept in his mother's bed since he was born, and while he was still unable to squirt, she sucked and licked his cock before she began to masturbate. She sucked and sucked his cock long after he could squirt. She grinned, "it's like manna, Ton!" she grinned again and again. His father was practically never around, he was fighting next country in Picardy and his mother had no lovers at all.

She was half decent and had no lover and she was half naughty because she licked her youngest's cock and drank his seed before masturbating for ages. At 9 Ton distressed her greatly, sighing godly she surrendered to the inevitable and let Ton fuck her. He had to fuck her two or three times every night, in the daytime he fucked her as often as he could get a stiff cock. In the breaks she masturbated a little and made him hard with her lips and tongue. She never went to church or confession, otherwise she would have had to admit how much she enjoyed being fucked by Ton, often having a short little orgasm while being fucked. The confessor would have chased her out of the confessional.

She had licked his cock from an early age, sucked it back and forth in her mouth, licked and licked in a staccato until the little one exclaimed that he could see the stars bursting and she felt the little cock pulsating and throbbing in her mouth with the tip of her tongue. Then she was satisfied, the little one had experienced the orgasm enthusiastically and whispered about it again and again. She was immensely pleased when he gradually began to squirt, he had such a sweet little boy's cock like the puttos in the small castle chapel and was able to squirt into her mouth in thick, firm jets already at a very young age. Old Agnes, who brought a tray with a carafe of wine and water and fruit to the bed every morning, peeked furtively at the boy, who was standing wide‐legged in front of his mother, who had opened her mouth wide and the boy pulled back his foreskin very firmly with two fingers and squirted in broad jets into his mother's mouth. Old Agnes went out and crossed herself three times. She felt the devil between her thighs, she groaned and moaned with lust and horniness as she went down. She had her secret place in the far corner of the courtyard, she sat down on her little stone bench and flipped up her skirt. She had never understood why Father Bernard had always scolded her like that in the past, since then she had simply stopped going to confession, it was as simple as that.

Old Agnes masturbated on the stone bench every morning when she had watched the little putto squirting in his mother's mouth or, later on, fucking her fast. The little boys of the castle knew her masturbate of course, they were all sticking their little cocks into Agnes' fuckhole when she masturbated and of course squirted into it. Of course she noticed when she wasn't yet in the final spurt and grinned, the little boys fucked faster than rabbits and squirted very quickly because the next one was already pushing from behind. In the end, the old castle dog Bello usually came when the last boy had cum and licked their semen from her pussy. She was so horny from his tongue licking that she masturbated furiously to the end.

The mother never allowed the little boy to look at her pussy, no matter how hard he tried. The only thing he could ever see was her wiggling finger in her thick bush. She pulled him up, she let him lick and suck on her teat, she held him tight against her breast when she masturbated. Later she tolerated him exploring and digging in her pussy with his hand and fingers only. He felt the moist slug, it was wet and warm. There was a firm, densely hairy mound to the left and right, with lots of soft puckering in between. He found the entrance to a deep cave and as deep as he dug in with his fingers, he found no end. A deep, deep hole! But he found a stiff, hard little bump that her finger was working so diligently. This must be the secret part she wanted to hide from him. It was elongated, like a piece of finger and she only let her finger rotate, dance and bounce on the top, on the head. And he could clearly feel how it pulsed and throbbed when she had finished and relaxed. He could clearly see that the strange finger part was softening and shrinking a little. He had no chance to see her moist pussy flesh, the deep hole and the little finger piece, she was ironclad behind it. She said that it was really called the clit and it was the most holy and secret part of a girl's body and of every woman's body. That's why she never ever would let him see it! When she was in her final spurt, she had told him, he had to keep his finger completely still on her clit until she was finished. He pushed his stiff cock against her body, against her pussy. "Cum in your mouth," he whispered, standing up with his legs apart and putting his cock on her lips. She rubbed it gently and let him squirt inside. "I want to fuck!" the boy crowed, "I want to fuck like old Simon!" It was clear to her that he must have seen it. She didn't give in for a few days, she had never thought about fucking with Ton before. But it was inevitable, the little one whined and didn't give in. She crossed herself with a deep sigh and spread her knees. She pulled Ton's foreskin, which was unusually long, all the way back over the glans and stretched it very tight. Then she inserted his putto cock into her fuck hole. Even before he started fucking like old Simon, the little boy squirted. This happened every time he went in for the first time in the first few weeks, but it stopped. She explained to him how to fuck and let him fuck and cum five or ten times a day. He was beaming all over his face, fucking was great! Much better than squirting in her mouth! It took him months to get really good at fucking and he was mighty proud of it.

The mother got up every morning and went down to her herb garden. She only wore a knee‐length short shirt to work, nothing else. Of course, she noticed the gardener Simon, who was a very friendly and taciturn man, perhaps not quite at the top of his game mentally. One day she decided to seduce the simpleton, she always saw him masturbating his big cock twice or three times a day among the flowers. But he always waited until she leaned forward and the shirt willingly showed her ass, her slit and her little hole in its entirety. She grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them, showing him her open pussy and her greedy pussyhole. That was the moment when Simon pulled out his cock, masturbated and squirted on the flowers. The mistress later stood directly in front of Simon and bent down low, he masturbated just half a step behind her and squirted on her asscheeks and over her pussyhole. Later on he placed his cock half an inch behind her pussyhole and squirted, as hard as he could. She smiled and played this game for a few weeks.

However, the woman's greed did not stop at her. "Don't you want to stick it in?" she asked Simon. He scratched the back of his head and asked, "Like Agnes Sunday night?" She had no idea what he was doing with Agnes. He answered her question, "I have to fuck Agnes three times, only the second and third time her ass twitches violently and she screams, Simon, it's coming. I always nod, even though I don't know what she means!" Simon took a deep breath, he had never said such a long sentence before. The mistress nodded, "yes, just like that, Simon. If I bend low, then." Simon scratched his head indecisively. "Which one, mistress, the top or the bottom hole?" She was puzzled, then she laughed. "One is for shitting, the other is for fucking!" Simon knew which one, "the one for pissing, then!"

The next day, the mistress bent over very low, Simon thrust his cock into her hole and didn't move. "What is it?" the mistress called from below and Simon said, "It's about to squirt now, high lady!" and sure enough, he squirted at that moment. He pulled out his cock and took care of it. She straightened up and asked, "is that how you do it with Agnes?" He shook his head, he was allowed to hold Agnes by the ass cheeks and the hips and Agnes had told him how he had to fuck her, thrusting hard until he cum. Three times. She understood, she had to tell him exactly how she wanted it. "You have to hold on to my ass cheeks and fuck me really hard, like Agnes," she said, nodding in confirmation. "And also cum inside like with Agnes?" he wanted to know. "Yes," she confirmed, "squirt everything inside until it stops squirting." He nodded thoughtfully, "Into the hole that's there for pissing?" he asked and she nodded, "Of course, clear!" He said it wasn't always that clear, because he had to fuck little Bernhard in the night in the other hole, the hole for shitting. She asked him, quite astonished, because she didn't know any Bernhard.

They often sat down on the bench and he told her in simple words what he experienced when fucking. He said Bernhard worked in the horse stables and asked to be fucked in the ass every night because he didn't want to do it by hand. "I fuck him in the asshole and his cock slowly stands up, then he comes and it squirts out of his cock like in a fountain, it looks really funny and I can stop without squirting." Bernhard works in the stables, he has to let the stallions' semen squirt out so that they stay in shape when they don't have a mare to mate. Bernhard had once taken him with him and shown him how he did it by hand to the stallions and have them squirting in the straw. Bernhard and the stable groom sometimes had to help an old noble lady when she was mating with the stallion. Simon had seen it himself and it looked really very funny. They strapped the old girl belly down on the wooden buck and Bernhard had to fuck the old woman first to get her pussy wet. Then they brought the stallion over, he sniffed a rag with the mare's pussy juice and immediately got hard. He had been standing right next to the stallion, he squirted on the old woman's pussyhole from time to time and it was very exciting, because the mistress got hornier each time and screamed out that she was cumming, but she kept going. So one stallion after the other was brought in, they smelled the juice of the other stallion and fucked her all the more wildly, the stallions only fucked for a short time, not even 5 minutes. The old lady screamed with lust and horniness at the third stallion, until she screamed out that it was enough! She whimpered and gasped when the groom finally fucked her really hard on the trestle and Simon was allowed to fuck her hard right after him, and the old lady was totally exhausted after so much fucking. — But Bernhard is a big fool, the stable groom had told him, he'll never be a stud. Simon took a deep breath, he hadn't talked that much all year.

Klothilde, the fat old woman from the kitchen, sneaks into the stables every day to get fucked by little Bernhard, she was in love with the 10‐year‐old, even though she was almost 65. But he doesn't really want to, he fucks the fat old woman in the right fuckhole and squirts into it, but then he immediately jumps up and runs away. Klothilde cried every time and desperately called the groom every evening. "I don't want to do it myself, it's not very nice," cried Klothilde, "be so good, dear Stable Master, and fuck me old mare, please!" The groom made her beg and plead for a long time, desperately tugging and tearing at her clit, because he really liked it when she cried, begged and pleaded and tore her clit to orgasm. So the stable groom has to finish fucking fat old Klothilde until she screams out, that she has come. Simon had to press his cock very hard on the groom's cock and fuck along with his friend, because the groom liked it very much, when his friend fucked his cock! As soon as she screamed and the groom had squirted, Simon was allowed to continue fucking the old woman immediately and finish fucking the screaming old woman. — The stable groom shook his head, saying that it was mean of Bernhard to only half‐fuck poor Klothilde, to run away and not finish fucking her. He, Simon, didn't understand everything exactly, but the stable groom was a clever man and must have known. So be it. From now on Simon did a good job fucking the mistress from behind. He held on to his mistress's ass cheeks, he fucked her in the right hole just like Agnes and squirted everything inside. She was very satisfied with the fine morning fuck and they had been doing this every day for ten years now.

And now Mom was sitting dead in her bed, a dagger in her chest. She had beautiful breasts, Ton thought, really beautiful! She was sitting dead in bed, just seconds from orgasm, in her typical masturbating position, her lifeless arm and cold hand on her tightly wooded pussy. She had never allowed Ton to take a good look at her "down there", she pulled the foreskin all the way back over the glans and guided his cock into the bushy thicket. She always hit, she never strayed when she stuck his cock into her bushy hole. Even when she was dead, he couldn't catch a glimpse of her exposed pussy.

How much time had passed, he wondered, as the keys cracked open first the iron and then the barred door. Ton stood against the wall of large natural stones, they would have to drag him out by force! But none of that. A girl was pushed into the cell, a croaking voice ordered her to undress. A hand with a clinking bunch of keys hit her in the face. "Will it be soon?" the voice rumbled and the hand hit her twice more in the face. She began to cry and undressed shamefully. She only had her shirt as her last item of clothing and the bunch of keys hit her in the face again. She took off the shirt, threw it through the door and turned her ass to the door. A girl who wasn't used to being naked. The bars and iron door were closed noisily. Only now did the girl look to the side and catch sight of him. "Ton!?" she called, and he called, "Cat!?" His sister Catherine embraced him and pressed her body against him.

"The Marquis de Vallons had me kidnapped from Aunt Emilie's, they raped her in front of me, all four of them, and the last one slit her throat," Cat cried against his neck. Ton held her very tightly, he hadn't seen her for half a year because she went to school in a women's convent. And he had never seen her naked before. He let her cry, she was 3 or 4 years older, 16 or 17, but she just wanted to cry and sobbingly tell his neck all the gruesome details of the 4 rapes. Aunt Emilie was in her mid‐thirties and still a chaste, holy and pure saint virgin, her lovers only fucked in her mouth and her asshole, what she preferred very much. Cat sat tied up on the floor and she had to look directly into her naked aunt's pussyhole, who had lifted her feet high in the air expecting to be fucked in her asshole as she was accustomed. Cat couldn't take her eyes off her pussyhole. Some blood had spurted out of her tight little fuckhole when the first one took her virginity. He had punched her with his fist so hard when she screamed, that she was half and then really unconscious and he had fucked her mercilessly. The unconscious girl had a huge orgasm, then it was the next one's turn. He also fucked her mercilessly and the men roared when she had another orgasm. The third one squirted far too early and he left immediately. The last one held the knife to her neck because she had woken up and was screaming and screaming. His fist hit her on the mouth and she fell silent immediately. Her eyes almost popped out in surprise as she orgasmed, but the guy with the huge cock just kept fucking her. She began to scream mute and silently, her mouth wide open in horror, as she now had an insane orgasm. He squirted in the middle of her orgasm and slit her throat. Blood spurted from her throat and her pussy hole pulsed and contracted in rhythm with her biggest orgasm for what seemed like an eternity. Then she collapsed lifeless. "I wonder what she felt last, the orgasm or the death?"

Ton let her finish crying and sat down on the mattress with her. She calmed down quickly. "What will the parents say, that the Marquis de Vallons had kidnapped us!" Cat exclaimed. "The father will soon find out and he'll cut off the Vallons' head!" said Ton and continued quietly, "the poor mother won't find out, thank God, she's dead!" Cat cried out, she wanted to understand. He told her haltingly and slowly how she had died and he had been kidnapped. Cat clutched him and sobbed bitterly. "You used to sleep with her," she said, after the initial pain had faded, "did she, did you ....?" Ton nodded. "Cat, I'm already over 13 and no longer a baby! She loved me like I loved her. She let me cum in her mouth from a young age on a thousand times and I've fucked her two or three times every night for four years. It's only natural when your father is always at war and Angelique is warming his bed, the ugly whore!" Cat knew what he was talking about, of course, but she still didn't think it was very Catholic to fuck her own son. "Pah, Catholic! That wasn't a term for Mom, ever!" Ton cursed from the bottom of his heart.

"Angelique may be a whore," Cat mused, "but she's not ugly at all! I got to visit Dad in his tent once and saw them both fucking naked. Daddy has a really huge cock and she was whooping and hollering as they fucked, let me tell you!" Marquis Romuald d'Aubersville, her father, was totally surprised when one day Angelique appeared before him dressed as a man and as a warrior and asked to join the band. No, she had no quarrel with the people of Picardy, she was only fighting for money. Okay, he said with a shrug, she could stay. Yes, she wanted to wear men's clothing, it suited better for fighting. He looked at her Spanish sword for a long time. It was a razor‐sharp Damascus blade from Toledo, she said and showed it to him, the best weapon she had ever had. Yes, she had learned to fence from her husband, he was a master fencing teacher. He asked, is it true that you stabbed him to death? She looked him straight in the eyes. "Yes, because I would never accept that he would throw me away for someone much younger!" Romuald looked at her sharply. "He preferred very young girls, 13 or 14, like I was once. But at 22, I was too old for him. And then he called me mean names, mean things. He didn't even notice how quickly his head rolled across the marble floor of the palace. I left proudly, I didn't run away. The viceroy could have easily caught me, but he didn't. There were too many eye and ear witnesses to how he insulted me, how he spoke to me as no man should ever speak to his wife!" Romuald nodded, that was enough for him. If she proved herself in battle, she would be allowed to stay.

His men's eyes bugged out of their heads when the newcomer stepped naked into the river in the morning and bathed. A woman, a woman! She put on her men's clothes and was barely distinguishable from other young men. She fought her first fight, and in the evening the men talked of nothing else. The next morning she dragged a warrior to the river, washed his cock conscientiously and let him fuck her on the riverbank in front of them all. Every few days she let this one and that one fuck her in the morning, just for fun, she didn't play along with love games. She wielded the Spanish blade masterfully, everyone was impressed by her prancing fencing style and some let her train them.

After six weeks, Romuald sent for her. She was good, very good in fact, some said. She could stay with the band, he could pay her a higher salary. She was quiet and said it was all right with her. She'd like to stay until the end of the year, then we'd talk more. The deal was closed. It was months before she moved into his tent on the condition that she was allowed to fuck anyone, because she never wanted to "belong" to a man again. It was very difficult for Romuald at first, because over time she fucked every warrior except the one‐legged cook. She didn't care at all that he was married. It was up to his wife to cut his throat or shut up, Angelique had told him just that. But now she was sharing the bed with him, that was the way it was and there wasn't much to talk about. The warriors understood the arrangement and any of the 50 warriors would have risked their lives for her. Romuald realized how her trick worked.

Cat and Ton sat for a long time and he stroked her beautiful body. "You've grown so beautiful, sis," he said and she grinned. "I didn't realize you had such a big cock already, bro!" They laughed and she reached for his cock. "May I?" she asked and he nodded graciously. She pulled back the foreskin very carefully, further and further, and she looked on in awe. "Thierry's isn't even half as big and it's as thin as a pencil." "Thierry? Who the heck is Thierry, please?" She swallowed hard. "I used to have a crush on him. We met secretly on the riverbank and we kissed and made out. I allowed him to kneel between my thighs, then he rubbed his pencil and squirted on my inner thighs. Of course I didn't fuck him, I'm still a virgin. He wanted to put his pencil through the hole in my hymen, it was very easy and I always let him fuck me for months because he didn't damage my hymen. But we're no longer together and that's been my whole sexual experience so far, apart from masturbating of course." Cat kept pulling his foreskin up and down, "that's how Thierry did it," she breathed, "should I?" Ton didn't say anything, somehow it was nice how she rubbed his cock. She rubbed it very slowly, pulling his long foreskin far back and forward again. "I'm seeing the hole in the glans for the first time," she whispered and he was about to warn her, but she rubbed his cock right in front of her face an inch away and looked directly into the hole of his glans. His semen squirted straight into her face and then across her chest. "The reason I don't like having it done by hand is, firstly, because it squirts in your eye and, secondly, because you stop abruptly and far too soon." Cat had wiped the semen off and smiled, she had done it herself for the first time.

The sun had set and he stretched himself on the bed. "Come lie with me, we need to keep each other warm!" Cat realized immediately that it had to be this way, she didn't want to sleep sitting up. "But you can't fuck me," she said, "I'm still a real virgin!" Ton nodded, that was clear! She lay down next to him and he embraced her tightly and warmly. They lay like that for a long time, he turned and lay on her chest with his upper body. His hard‐on accidentally landed in her hand. He began to fuck her hand, she gripped his cock and he fucked until he squirted into her hand. She smiled finely, but they didn't speak a word. "I masturbate every night, once or twice," she whispered softly. He nodded and stayed on top of her. She began to masturbate very slowly and gradually increased. He hugged her tightly as her orgasm came and he held her gently until she calmed down completely. They lay still for what seemed like an eternity, each lost in thoughts. She was so shy and full of shame that she didn't dare say it for a long time, that her clit was used to being masturbated twice and that there was now a fierce battle between lust and shame in her clit. "I need it again," she breathed finally shyly and he, "Yes, me too!" She started very slowly again, he lay across under her and his cock sought out her hole. "No, please don't," she said plaintively and he assured her he wouldn't hurt her, for sure he wouldn't take her virginity. Only when she realized that his glans was only fucking in her vaginal vestibule and her hymen was not in any danger did she continue to masturbate. She even found it kind of nice how his glans fucked in her vaginal vestibule. They orgasmed nearly at the same time, her labia clutching his glans as he squirted. They held each other still for a very long time until they fell asleep.

They told each other everything about themselves, they fucked ten or twenty times during the day because they got horny at different times. Cat enjoyed his fucking immensely, when she masturbated and she hadn't masturbated that often before, she whispered. However, she sometimes got so horny while masturbating that she almost took her own virginity. She pressed his glans firmly against the hole in her hymen as he squirted and let it squirt greedily through the hole. He took good care that she didn't deflower herself either. And fucking in her vaginal vestibule was much more exciting than fucking in her hand. They were only interrupted when they were given water, a horrible stew and the piss bucket was emptied. Ton naturally asked how much longer they were being held, but he got no answer. Apart from this interruption, they were undisturbed, Cat liked to show him what she looked like "down below". She didn't have any pubic hair yet, just a delicate thin blonde fuzz, she didn't have a period either, even though she was almost 17. Labia, clitoris, the almost completely closed hole. No, his cock was definitely too big. He touched her clitoris. "You girls masturbate with that?" he asked doubtfully. She told him to look closely, the clit could get big and stiff like a cock. She touched her clit and rubbed very lightly and gently. Sure enough, it grew a few millimetres bigger, became dark red and really hard. "Aren't you going to continue?" he asked, but she shook her head no, not now.

They told each other all about themselves, sometimes Cat started to masturbate, she turned her head shyly away to the side and closed her eyes in shame. He parted her thighs and pushed her knees apart, she opened herself all the way and smiled shyly, but she let him watch up close. She rubbed gently and let her clit grow, red and stiff. Now things were going uphill, she rubbed intently, contorting that beautiful face as the orgasm came closer and closer. She rubbed the clit faster and faster, in the end she held her breath and masturbated the clit wildly and furiously. She let out a squeeze of air when the orgasm flashed across her face like a brief lightning bolt and she had to press her finger firmly on her clit to stop it exploding. She smiled at him shyly and with a strange sadness that almost immediately turned into a sweet, imperceptible triumph. That was the moment when he spontaneously and lovingly pressed her to his chest and hugged her. "That was sooo beautiful!" he breathed.

They talked for days, the days flowed sluggishly, they got a bucket of clean water in the morning and were able to wash themselves with a piece of cloth. It was perhaps the 25th or 26th day when the keys rattled at an unusual time. They both knew the man who came in, the Marquis de Vallons.

He bickered and rumbled, the little wretch. Their father had promised him death because his henchmen had killed his wife. It went back and forth, the d'Aubersville and the Vallons hadn't owed each other anything for decades. In any case, Vallons said pompously, he had demanded an unheard‐of ransom. Spears and swords had been brandished threateningly across the ravine and death and devils had been shouted at each other. Now he was here, the Marquis de Vallons, and he had heard from her father that she was still an untouched virgin. And today, yes, today he was in the mood for virgin flesh! He took off his weapon belt and handed it out. Ton moved to the far end of the mattress and Cat huddled at the other end. The Marquis pulled down his pants and grabbed Cat's legs, pulling her towards him. Cat screamed at the top of her lungs that she was still a virgin and that he must not dishonor her. The marquis roared that he would slit her throat if she didn't shut up immediately! Cat fell silent instantly, she had Aunt Emilie in mind.

The marquis calmly placed her in the fucking position, Ton could see right into her trembling slit. The marquis' stiff cock approached her slit and his fingers parted her labia wide apart. With a quick jerk he pierced her hymen, Cat gave a short cry and covered her mouth with her hand, she didn't want a slit throat. The marquis fucked as best he could, but Ton could see her face, she was not aroused at all, she looked at him contemptuously as he squirted inside. He stood up with difficulty and beckoned to the next man. Ton saw her blood‐smeared hole from which the semen was oozing. The next guy had a decent cock, Cat quickly became aroused and had a wonderful orgasm. The guy kept fucking until he squirted, jet after jet, he beckoned to the next guy, who had an even bigger cock, immediately after the other he fucked Cat hard and she shook in a violent, jerking orgasm, but the guy kept fucking and fucking and Cat had another jerking, raging orgasm. The last one was a four‐headed guy with a big, thick cock. Cat was still shaking in the last orgasm and drew in her breath sharply as the monster entered her hole immediately. Ton held his breath, that had to be painful! Cat's orgasm had not yet subsided, she was immediately thrown back up into the air and within seconds the orgasm flashed across her face. She could no longer feel it, she had fainted. He fucked and fucked, Cat's body was rocked from orgasm to orgasm. Ton wanted to intervene, the guy was fucking his sister to death! But finally the guy squirted, Cat's pussy was rocked by one last orgasm and he trolled off. The door was locked again, he immediately hugged his unconscious sister, thank God she was still breathing. He held her in his arms until she gradually woke up.

He had to tell her everything in detail, she wanted to know everything exactly. He was a little ashamed because he had watched everything very closely like a voyeur. She snuggled into his arms and asked about everything. He wanted to know how she felt. It still hurt a little, but not much. She was, on the other hand, somehow free of a pressure, she had become a woman and could now fuck whenever she wanted. "Maybe not today," she said with a sad smile, "but soon!" She asked if she should do him by hand? He swayed his head back and forth, he would rather squirt in her mouth, his mother always liked to do that, she never wanted to do it to him by hand, she found that very vulgar. He had never had it done by hand.

Cat nodded, she would be happy to do it, but she had never done it before. Oh, that's no problem, Ton said, it's easy! He explained it to her. Rubbing his cock in front of her lips like Thierry rubbing his pencil. The tongue licks the glans, back and forth and in circles. Before squirting, open your mouth wide and let it squirt in, or even better, take the glans in your mouth or, if you could open your mouth wide enough like his mother, take the cock deep in your mouth and let it squirt deep down your throat. The mother let him fuck and cum deep down her throat, she just had to hold her breath for a short while, but she liked it best that way too. "But we should really take it slow and go step by step if we want to," he said.

Cat really did have a knack for it. They practiced day and night, he must have squirted in her mouth a dozen times. After a few days, Cat could do her mother's trick, she held her breath and let him fuck deep down her throat. "Mom was right, it's not just manna, it's heavenly manna!" she crowed exuberantly. After a few days she wanted to fuck with Ton, really fuck. They laughed like children when she said, "We'll make it Catholic!" in memory of Mom. They fucked as often as he could, at least twenty times a day. The Marquis and his henchmen never came back. They fucked for a week, ten weeks, half a year, locked up with only one bed. They never got bored, they kept changing positions. They never found out, that the watchguards made their tee of special herbs, which made them horny as ape shit. The Guards never dared to fuck Cat, the Marquis would chop their heads off. But they watched the fucking and throat‐squirting through a hidden spy hole to become horny.

Cat told him her biggest secret. In the ladies' school, the girls licked each other's clit to orgasm, she enjoyed it a lot and she liked doing it too. Now, after she had let him fuck and cum in her throat, she wanted to have her clit licked. He tried it immediately and was soon able to do it, she writhed in orgasm like a horny snake. The clit licking was now the perfect intermission filler.

They had been in their dungeon for 10 months when they heard the noise of battle in the castle for the first time. For two weeks they heard the noise of battle, it came closer and closer, their guards fought doggedly. But one day, the keys rattled at an unusual time. The door opened.

It was the father, covered in blood. He grinned broadly and embraced his children.

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