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  Ada's fingers stopped moving. Hard, straining nipples fell from the maids' parting lips...

  Emma blinked, her mind unable to process what had just happened. Then frustration rose inside her, striking her stomach like a kick from a untrained stallion. She heard a wailing howl. It was falling from her own lips. She wriggled her hips, trying to ground her soaking pussy against the fingers inside it. But Ada seemed to dance with her movements, effortlessly holding her on the precipice—dangling over nirvana, but unable to fall.

  "Now it's time to learn the rules," the housekeeper purred. One fingertip curled up slightly, igniting fresh a ache in the bride's cunt.

  Rules? Emma whimpered and sobbed as she struggled against the hand pinning her throat to the headboard. "Please," she whispered, her voice a hoarse croak. "Please!" Why had the housekeeper stopped? Emma needed release. This was torture, agony... What were they doing to her?

  "Have you ever experienced the sweet death, milady?" Ada drawled softly. "Have you ever shown yourself the face of God? Has anyone else?" She beckoned slowly, sending convulsing ripples along the young lady's pussy.

  Emma shook her head. She'd heard rumors of pleasure hidden in the female body—whispered tales among her friends, gossip among the servants. There had been times when her former lady's maid had dressed her slowly, holding her bosom more tightly than necessary, squeezing until Emma ached... But that had been nothing compared to the avalanche the housekeeper's fingers had promised to set off.

  Ada bent closer, her breath warm on Emma's cheek. "Every maid in this house is skilled in the arts of feminine pleasure," she whispered. "Each can knock your marbles in three dozen different ways. All you need do is ask..."

  "Please," Emma groaned, urgently. She was asking. Oh God, was she asking!

  "But..." the housekeeper breathed, her eyes sparkling darkly, "there is one rule you must live by—one law above all others. You are not permitted to taste the sweet death unless your husband is inside you."

  Her husband? For a moment, Emma just stared. Her husband. She'd almost forgotten him. She didn't want to think of him. She wanted the world to shrink until it contained only her and the housekeeper... and maybe one or two of the maids...

  She forced herself to glance at Edmund. He was sitting back and watching her, an amused smile playing on his lips. One of the maids was kneeling beside him. His pants were unbuttoned. The girl had something in her hand—something huge. Her fingers were gliding up and down, gently squeezing the massive shaft. His foreskin had been pulled back and a single bead of fluid glistened on his bulbous purple tip. Emma choked. Her husband's cock. She'd expected to see it later. She'd expected to part her thighs and accept it into her. But she'd had no idea it would be so large, so ugly. It dwarfed the pretty maid's delicate hand. It was thick and hard. It throbbed with coarse vitality. Emma sobbed. Surely it would tear her. It might rip her open.

  "Beg!" Ada whispered. "Beg him to take you. Plead for your husband to deflower you..." Her fingers slowly stroked the dripping walls of the bride's shuddering pussy. "And I shall finish what I started."

  Emma sucked down air in short, strained pants. Her bare breasts, still glistening from the maids' saliva, heaved and bounced against her chest. This was her duty. She'd been ready to carry it out. But that was before... now she knew it wasn't truly what she wanted... But this was necessary... she had marital obligations... and now she had needs... She opened her mouth to speak. Yet words wouldn't come.

  "It seems my young bride is hesitant," her husband drawled slowly. "Proceed to the second stage."

  Emma stared, her heart fluttering. Proceed? Did this mean the housekeeper would continue? For a second her hopes were raised, then the fingers slipped from the snug grip of her tight, virgin pussy. The hand released her throat, leaving faint marks behind. She moaned at her loss even as she gulped down air.

  The housekeeper's smile took on a more sinister air. She licked her teeth and growled. Emma peered up at her out of big, brown eyes...

  The world spun. Emma squealed as Ada roughly spun her over onto her stomach, turning her to face her husband. The maids bounced up on the bed. As the housekeeper lifted the bride onto her knees, they grabbed her arms. They wrenched them straight and pulled them back, each with a hand on Emma's shoulder. Her torso held spread-eagled, the young lady whimpered in shock and pain as her new lord and master slowly stood and kicked off his pants. His huge manhood twitched, fully erect and pointed right at her.

  He strutted as he sauntered around behind her. Emma flinched as she felt the bed bounce when he clambered up, but the two maids tightened their grips on her arms, holding her still. Her corset did nothing to hide her bare bottom. Her new husband was in the perfect position to appreciate her pale full moon and observe the mix of blood and quim glistening on her inner thighs, trickling down from the dripping pussy his housekeeper had so skillfully violated.

  She cried out as his hand landed hard on her buttocks. His fingers dug deep into the the firm flesh of her bottom. He grunted as he squeezed her delicate posterior—assessing her as if she were livestock.

  "A fine behind," he drawled appreciatively. "She is round and lush without being fat. A rear end worthy of great attention."

  Emma blushed to hear herself so described—and in front of servants too. But it was pleasing to receive the compliment... ungh! She squealed and writhed as his thumb grazed the entrance to her tightest hole. It wriggled, easing through her sphincter. Emma gasped in shock and shame.

  "Her brown flower blossoms delightfully," her husband continued. "Such pretty petals."

  "Her womanhood sucks like a whore," the housekeeper replied, causing Emma's ears to burn and her face to shine scarlet. "And her quim is succulent and sweet."

  Edmund chuckled, his fingers kneading his virgin bride's trembling bottom. "Fetch me one," he told Ada, pulling Emma buttocks apart.

  One? One what? Whimpering from the thumb still wriggling in the heat of her anus, Emma strained to turn her head and look over her shoulder. The housekeeper was standing by a table near the door. A silver tray had been placed there. Who had done that? And when? Had yet another servant observed her humiliation? And what was Ada taking from the tray? It was small and wrapped in cheesecloth, but more than that she couldn't see.

  "Mmmm...." her husband growled, working his thumb in deeper. He gave her another quick, sharp spank when she cried out. "Soon you'll be bucking and thrashing like a mare in heat, and just as eager." He grinned as Emma's big brown eyes blinked in confusion.

  "Have you spent much time around horses?" he asked her suddenly. "Do you know what they do with a dull beast when they want it to show a little spark?"

  A bead of sweat ran down Emma's nose. She rode, of course, but she'd had little interest in the running of her father's stables. Why was he asking her this? Why now? It was so hard to think with his thumb squirming in her arse.

  She almost moaned in relief as he pulled himself free and raised his hand to take something from his housekeeper. Her arsehole puckered and clenched, fluttering from its sudden emptiness.

  "There are many ways to get a hesitant horse to gallop," he told her softly. "But the fastest is to take a peeled ginger root and slide it into the poor creature's behind."

  Even as she stiffened at her husband's words, Emma felt the maids' grips suddenly tighten. She gasped as her rigid arms were pulled back, hands pushing down on her shoulders. His thumb returned to her anus. But instead of pushing in, it teased her, tickled her. She shuddered as she tried to squirm, but she couldn't move.

  "It starts out as a gentle warming, I'm told," her husband continued. "But the beast's instinct is to clamp down. That's where the heat is, in the juices the poor animal squeezes from the root with its own muscles. And, well... after that... frisky is an understatement."

  Oh God! What was in his hand? He didn't mean to... surely he didn't!

  "Of course, the difference between a horse and a woman," Edmund chuckled, "is that the woman knows what
is about to happen. It doesn't change the outcome... but it makes the anticipation so much more delicious." He bent forward, pressing his mouth close to her ear. "Remember," he whispered. "Try not to clench..."

  It wasn't large. The root had been peeled and carved into a slender, tapered rod. After his thumb, it went in easily. But Emma still whimpered as her husband slowly inserted the ginger into her quivering anus. Her lip trembled as she fought to resist the urge to push back, to force the invader out. Don't clench!

  There was warmth—a soft, gentle heat like the glow from eating gingerbread. It spread slowly, suffusing her bottom, making her arsehole tingle. Don't clench. It wasn't so bad—depraved and humiliating, for sure, but it didn't hurt. Except... it was really quite warm now. Emma bit her lip. Streaks of perspiration ran down her face. Don't clen...

  She couldn't help it. Just like for the poor mindless beasts, instincts kicked in. Emma clenched.

  The sensitive skin inside her violated arsehole instantly caught fire. Emma sucked in a sharp, shuddering breath as the burning pain swept across her bottom. Her sphincter went mad, convulsing and pushing, anything to drive the spicy invader from her bowels. But all that achieved was to squeeze fresh juice from the root, searing her back passage further as her squirming smeared essence of ginger over every inch of her anal cavity.

  Emma writhed with futile desperation against the firm grip of the two maids. Her bottom wiggled and jiggled as she bucked and shuddered. Her arsehole clamped and clenched. Sweat poured from her brow. The heat was everywhere, suffusing through her quivering body. Her loins were on fire. Quim was gushing from her pussy and dripping down her thighs. Her cunt roiled, steamed and massaged by the convulsions of her bowels. Strange moans and gasps fell from her lips. She groaned. She whimpered. She whinnied like a mare in heat. She wanted to run, to jump, to gallop... anything that could provide release.

  She blinked through her stinging, tear-filled eyes. Her husband had moved. He was kneeling before her, his huge, throbbing cock inches from her face. Its bloated, purple glans was grazing her slack, trembling lips. Emma peered up as he gently brushed the perspiration from her forehead. He smiled as he gazed down at her. But other than that he seemed content to watch her torment.

  Aaah! Emma shrieked as something warm and wet slide up the back of her thigh. Her eyes rolled up in her head as it lapped along her soaking pussy. The housekeeper! Ada was kissing her upon her second mouth. The gorgeous blonde's tongue was probing her hot and trembling pussy, curling into her tight, virgin passage, exploring her, piercing her, bringing madness with its delicate touch...

  Emma's whole body seemed to convulse. Her anus clutched the ginger root, its fire licking along every nerve. The dam inside her bowed but didn't break. Whenever Emma thought she might explode, the housekeeper slowed or pulled back, leaving the bride screaming on the edge of desperation.

  Her husband lifted her face. His cock throbbed between her eyes. "Remember the rule," he told her quietly. "Only if I am inside you are you permitted the release you crave." He stroked his smooth glans across her lips. "Which part of you doesn't matter..."

  Emma groaned. She blinked salty tears from her eyes. His implication was clear. But she was a high-born lady, well-bred and well-mannered. She was not some tavern slattern, not some back alley, two-bit whore who pleasured men in unnatural ways.

  The housekeeper's tongue pressed deep into her cunt. It curled upwards, tracing the shape of the the ginger through her thin, quivering flesh. Emma moaned as she wriggled on the verge of ecstasy. Unbidden, her arsehole convulsed, squeezing a fresh trickle of liquid fire into her burning rectum. She let out a long guttural cry of need. She couldn't stand it any longer.

  The maids holding her arms and shoulders held her firmly, but their leverage only stopped her pulling backwards. Emma lunged forward, parting her lips to gulp down her husband's cock. He chuckled in pleasure as her mouth slid down his thick, throbbing shaft. Emma choked as his musky flavor rolled across her tongue. She gagged as his glans struck the back of her throat. But he was inside her now... the housekeeper could finally show mercy...

  But, while Ada's mouth still kissed her pussy deeply, her movements didn't change. She still held back whenever she pushed Emma to the edge of the precipice, refusing to give the girl that final shove.

  Emma peered up at her husband in confusion while she sucked furiously on his cock. Drool trickled from the corners of her mouth. Edmund smiled down kindly. One hand cradled her chin, the other brushed the sweat from her forehead.

  "My cock inside you grants you permission to cum," he explained softly. "It does not promise that you will. You must earn your pleasure." He closed his eyes and moaned, enjoying the sensation of her inexperienced lips caressing his huge, straining member. "And tonight," he continued in a whisper, "that means you must make me hard again."

  A pulse along his thick shaft was her only warning. Emma jerked her head back, gagging in surprise as his rich salty seed spurted against the back of her throat. His twitching cock fell from her lips. It burst again, catching her between the eyes. His third and final ejaculation splattered across her cheeks like pearls falling on silk.

  Despite the humiliation of being glazed by his spurting seed, all she could think was that he was no longer inside her. The housekeeper's tongue was still working furiously on her pussy. The ginger root bobbed in her clenching ass, its heat still crashing over her in wave. She needed him back. Without him there was no hope—she might be trapped at the edge of ecstasy forever.

  Emma lunged forward. She swallowed what she could of the thick cum in her mouth, choking as it slid down her throat. The rest spilled from the corners of her mouth, frothing as it mixed with her spit and poured over her chin. She caught his softening cock between her lips and sucked for all she was worth. What had he said? Make him hard once more? If that was what she must do, then she would do it. She would dedicate every fiber of her being to the task.

  "Good girl," her husband growled as his cum-splattered virgin bride gulped him down as deep as she dared. Emma suckled and ran her tongue all over his half-hard manhood. He smiled as he reached beneath her, grasping her young, firm breasts in his large, strong hands. He squeezed, rolling her hard rosy nipples between his fingers. He milked her like a cow as she slobbered on his member.

  It couldn't have been her skill, for she had no idea what to do, but her husband quickly grew firm. Perhaps it was the sight of his young bride wriggling her ginger-filled bottom, grinding her hot, wet pussy against his housekeeper's mouth, desperate for climax. His flaccid cock had entirely entered her mouth—her lips were nestled in his short, wiry hair. As he became hard, his manhood rose to its full length, pushing beyond her mouth and into her throat. Emma gagged silently as her neck bulged from his sheer size. Her lungs began to burn, their heat rivaling that of the spice in her arse.

  Then suddenly both the cock and Edmund were gone. Emma sucked down cooling air. Then cried out in joy as the housekeeper sucked her throbbing rosebud between her lips the way Emma had her husband's manhood. The bride groaned and shuddered. She was falling from the precipice, nothing but the abyss below her. The dam in her body was cracking, the pent up pressure within finally breaking loose...

  But then the tongue vanished, abandoning her at the gates of paradise. She wailed, too far gone to manage words. No! Why? Unnnngh...

  Her husband's cock entered her quickly and roughly. Its thick bulk rammed through the remnants of her shattered hymen and drove his bloodied manhood into the depths of her cunt. The dam inside her broke. At the very moment her virginity was so brutally ripped from her, Emma cried out in the wordless ecstasy of her first ever orgasm. Pure bliss erupted in her womanhood. The sweet death descended on her mind. She howled as her pussy shuddered, milking the huge cock held so snugly within. She gasped as the wild convulsions of her arse wrung the final drops of scalding juice from its intimately held ginger. She moaned as every part of her ached in tingling pleasure.

  She sobbed as
she fell from heaven, paradise lost. Her husband's cock was thrusting inside her, plunging into her trembling womanhood. He was fucking her like a dog, his hands kneading her buttocks as he ravished her from behind. No... he'd mounted her like stallion would a spirited mare and now he was taking her for a gallop.

  The maids released her arms. Emma collapsed forward, her face pressing against the soft sheets. She shuddered as her new husband plundered her from behind, taking his pleasure from her quivering flesh. He was too big. His cock hurt as it stretched her open. She could feel it jostling the root held in her anus. But each stroke triggered a reminder of that climax and brought with it a memory of the housekeeper's tongue.

  On her knees, face against the bed and a spicy root protruding from her bottom, Emma performed her marital obligation, biting her tongue as her husband plundered her quivering body until his seed splashed against her waiting womb.

  ♠

  On her first night as a married woman, Emma slept like the dead. Her body was sore but more satisfied than it had ever been before. Her husband and his housekeeper had used her hard, taking their pleasure from her flesh long into the night.

  Ada had straddled her cum-splattered face, arsehole grazing her nose. She'd ground her pussy against Emma's mouth. The housekeeper had bent over to lick up the seed as it dripped from the bride's glowing cunt. As they kissed one another's womanhoods, Ada's delicate fingers had teased the spent, dried up ginger from Emma's abused arse. The girl had gasped as cool air had flooded her tortured hole. But her relief had been short-lived as her husband had roughly inserted a fresh root. Emma had howled in pain as her bottom burned anew. Then sobbed in ecstasy as her husband plundered her pussy in long, slow strokes. She'd moaned and trembled while the housekeeper sucked her throbbing rosebud. As Emma shuddered from the aftereffects of her climax, Ada had sucked the bride's quim from her master's long thick shaft while she too squirmed in orgasm on Emma's wriggling tongue.