The audience said B. (Nonconsensual)

Pathway B (Warning - ****)

All the main characters in this story are over 18!

Kellerman nodded as he looked respectively at the model and the nobleman and gestured with the scissors as if to ask if he could cut off the underwear. There was a moment of silence, just a few seconds. Marie wondered why she had agreed and although her embarrassment and discomfort were deep she nodded her head nodding yes and Sarzi also gave the okay to proceed. With his heart overflowing with happiness and joy the painter first cut one side of the model's panties which folded to the side revealing a beautiful bottom and a smooth vagina. Kellerman did not stop and dropped the scissors on the last piece of fabric as well and finally the panties gave way.

Marie now completely naked revealed her most intimate and secret flower, the vaginal walls were completely shaved, and the slit was a sight to behold. The clitoris was not visible, but it was probably just a matter of arousing the model thought the artist, which of course would never happen as long as the prince was present. Marie was beyond embarrassed; she was all a tangle of feelings all mixed up. She could not believe that she was naked in front of a stranger and that that stranger was even there paid to paint her! Instead, Sarzi had a powerful erection in his pants and did not know if a pillow was enough.

Marie draw by Cyfer.

The painter after giving the model some water to drink returned to his seat and once he was seated, as he picked up the color palette and brush, perhaps for the first time in his life he found himself pleading with any entity in creation promising any kind of offering to whoever would give him the opportunity to put his hands on that delightful body bound before him. He got no response, predictably, however, when someone knocked on the door!

Marie turned all red and fidgeted on her post whereupon the nobleman being the master of the house told Marie to be calm that he would go himself to see who it was that was disturbing. Just as he was getting up they came knocking again but with a touch that showed urgency! The annoyed Prince hurried his pace and arriving at the door opened it just enough to be able to leave without giving those on the other side a view of what was going on. Marie breathed a sigh of relief and the painter was simply intrigued-was it by chance or had something answered her prayer?

The nobleman and the servant spoke in Italian, but Kellerman understood everything they were saying to each other! How was this possible? Practically a fellow member of the group had been arrested and he was needed to get him out of the royal prisons. The **** prince sent for Di Luigi and had the painter called out the door as well. Here a short speech was held, which translated Di Luigi to no avail. Kellerman continued to speak German because he did not want to say with them that he knew their language.

What the group discussed was that the prince was to be away for a couple of hours with Di Luigi and asked the painter what he wanted to do, he said that he could continue drawing Marie without any problems and that he would take care of it. Sarzi was not very convinced but the servant who had come knocking said it was something to be done quickly that one. In the end incredibly, even Kellerman did not understand how it had been possible, he had convinced the jealous prince and even the dutiful Di Luigi to leave and be alone with Marie. Sarzi entered the bedroom again and told Marie that he had to leave but would be right back.

Marie had heard the discussion and could not believe her ears! She was going to stay with the painter who, however, was sitting in his seat mixing colors on his palette. If her boss had to go surely he would not be gone for hours at a time, so she tried to calm herself down and returned to her pose. Finally Marie and Kellerman were alone--the latter with an unsoiled brush went to the door and locked it.

Marie followed the man's movements trying to figure out what he was doing, tried to think that it was only to prevent servants from entering by surprising her naked and bound.

“A couple of hours then? Thank you entities that you listened to my plea, whatever you want in return I will give you!” With these thoughts, Kellerman pulled out his pocket watch and looked at how much time he might have and walked over to the table where the pitcher of water was and filled the glass and approached Marie for her to drink. She was grateful for this painter's thoughtfulness. Then when she stopped drinking Marie saw that the artist dipped his brush into the water in the glass and approached her.

At first she did not understand but then she saw the wet brush resting on one of her nipples! And the brush wet with fresh water made a circle around her nipple. Her first reaction was a groan, then she stared pissed off at the painter and told him without thinking:

<< What the fuck are you doing? As soon as the prince comes back I'll tell him and I'll give you a series of... AH! ANF! NO! NO! OOH! >>

Kellerman with the brush had gone all the way down to her vagina and while he was stimulating Marie with the wet brush in her cavity with his free hand he was playing with her nipple which was more than hard, it was even erect!

The words that Marie wanted to spit at the painter were turning into moans of pure pleasure, she did not understand what was happening to her body, but the wet brush that with its hairs was dripping cold water and scattering caresses gently but evenly was sending her into a frenzy. Also there was the nipple massage from the painter's other hand. Marie did not want that attention, she absolutely did not want those things done to her, but “those things” were also making her feel good, her body betraying her mind.

<< NO! NO! AAAH! ANF! ANF! That's enough! AAAAH! >>

Kellerman was happy to be able to play with such a beautiful and sensual body! He tried to speak in Italian and succeeded to his surprise: << Don't shout or you will cast the shadow of scandal on the noble Sarzi. Moan in silence. I see you like it, you are purring like a kitten! >>

Lowering his voice realizing he had a point: << But you speak Italian? So... AH! AH! Stop... -she interrupted the sentence because too busy to avoid moaning she was biting her lips- AH! AH! ANF! ANF! Stop it! >>

Kellerman insensitive to the model's demands continued both to play with her left breast and nipple while with his other hand he was now gently and dedliberately rubbing the brush wet only with water on Marie's increasingly open vulva. << Why should I stop? Just watch a little longer and your clitoris will jump out on its own from the gran that you like what I'm doing! >>

Marie was mortified, embarrassed, and was hating that man who was making her feel those feelings. She was right, however, if she had screamed and called for help it would have been much worse and would have brought scandal to Sarzi's house. Part of her didn't want any of this, but when the hand playing with her nipple began to play with her breast as well, moving it and making it swirl and jerk Marie couldn't help but close her eyes and tilt her head back. She tried not to moan but some moans were impossible for her to hold back. Kellerman continued both stimulations.

To make her beg more the artist began to agitate the hairs of the brush no longer only in the cleft of the labia majora but began to explore the whole area also around the vagina, on the mons pubis, to get to where the clitoris was peeping out. The bristles of the brush began to be moved more in that direction and began their work of clitoral stimulation!

<< No! NO! NO! Not there please! EEEK! AH! AH! >> moaned poor Marie.

<< Look who's coming out! Be a good girl let it all out! >>

Marie tried not to moan, but the task was impossible the painter had been playing with her clitoris and although her mind ordered and said stop she could not stop her body from giving in. Wet was already wet and finally the clitoris jumped out of its hiding place peeping out in all its beauty. Marie's pussy was now a small lake of humors and these fluids were now the color that the bristles of the brush were spreading better throughout the entire extent of her vagina.

<< Are you very close to having an orgasm little girl? Look how you curl your little toes! >>

Marie with her mind totally blown tried to answer, << ANF! ANF! OH! AH! NO! Don't...>>

Kellerman never knew what Marie meant at that moment, because at that very moment, after whole minutes spent rubbing her vagina with the brush giving him perverse and unique pleasure Marie finally came to her first orgasm! Kellerman clearly noticed that his model had reached orgasm but had not squirted at all, an indication that she did not know how to do it. The idea enticed him: << Little babe now I'm going to teach you how to squirt get ready because we have plenty of time all to ourselves! >>.

Here we come to the first really hot chapter of this story. Who answered the painter's prayer? Surely in Lex Occultum there are forces that the protagonists do not know are at work. Having said that I hope that despite the length you enjoy it, look I only put three chapters in one chapter because it seemed unfair to leave you with only one... But from the next one they will be back divided!

Please tell me your opinion, it is always nice to read comments from other writers far better and more competent than me. Consider that I am on my first story, the others are just chapters on the work of Renee the **** redhead! Have a great day everyone :D