Yes, and it's as good as he dreamed

Sibyl was walking quickly, breaking into a skip here and there, giggling and holding Brunhilde's hand.

"Oh, Brunhilde," she said, looking cheerfully up at her owner, "I can't wait! I've never been dominated by anyone else except for you!"

"You'll enjoy it," said Brunhilde, "Martin isn't all sweetness and light. He's a very naughty boy." She cast a glance over her shoulder at him, grinning wryly.

They reached the spiral staircase leading upward. Brunhilde took the stairs with her powerful stride. Sibyl skipped beside her. Martin hobbled after them as fast as he could, puffing and gasping.

"Hey, wait for me!" he yelled finally, stopping to lean against the wall. Sibyl turned and looked at him, and realized that she and Brunhilde had been leaving him behind.

"Sorry," he said, leaning heavily against the wall, "I just... I'm not that fast."

"Here," said Brunhilde. She walked to Martin, stooped down, and plucked him easily off of the floor in a bridal carry. She turned and began walking up the stairs. Martin sighed, resting his head against her chest. He didn't feel very dominant, but it was nice to be carried. Sibyl bounded ahead of them and reached the top first. There was a door at the top of the stairs. Sibyl reached for the door and opened it holding it for Brunhilde and Martin.

They reached the bedchamber. Brunhilde spoke her magic word – a word that Martin now recognized from his studies – and the lamps in the room were all lit at once. Sibyl walked quickly to the bed and climbed up on it. She stood on her knees and lifted her dress to her waist. She wasn't wearing and panties. Then she bent over on all fours, with her dress hiked up and exposing her soft, white bottom with her hairless pink pussy beneath. She looked over her shoulder at Martin, eyeing him sidelong, waggled her hips, and winked at him.

"Do you like that, you perverted boy?" she said, "Do you want to touch it? Maybe spank me?"

"Yes," said Martin. He made to walk to her, but felt Brunhilde's arm on his shoulder.

"Not yet," said Brunhilde softly, "You have to build the anticipation. Tell her what you want."

Martin stopped. Sibyl regarded him over her shoulder for a moment through hooded eyes. Her eyelashes were long and blonde and her pupils were huge against her blue irises. She spread her knees apart and arched her back, raising her small butt into the air. She wiggled her hips a little more. Her dress swished across the bed as her cute little bottom wiggled enticingly.

"Oh, Martin, please," she said breathlessly, "I need you here..."

"Tell her what you want," said Brunhilde again, her grip tightening a bit on Martin's shoulder.

"Sibyl," he said, his voice wavering a bit, "I... I want you to take off your dress. Get naked for me."

Sibyl rose onto her knees and pulled her dress off over her head, sighing. Her pale, gracile frame looked so appealing in the lamplight. Her narrow waist tapered down to her shapely hips and her juicy little ass. Naked on her knees, she grabbed her ass with both hands and spread her cheeks, leaning forward a little to show off her holes. Her tiny butthole and pussy looked so inviting. Martin was practically going mad with desire. Meanwhile, Brunhilde walked behind Martin and began gently rubbing his shoulders. She leaned down and whispered to him, her lips brushing his ear.

"Martin," she said, her hot breath in his ear making his whole body tingle, "She's yours. Remember how we dominated you? It's your turn, now. Tell her what you want. Use her however you like. She's yours tonight."

Martin inhaled deeply through his nose, looking at Sibyl's lovely body and her golden hair.

"Sibyl," he said finally, "Stay where you are. I'll come to you."

"Good!" breathed Brunhilde. Her hands moved from his shoulders down his back, carefully rubbing and tracing lines on his tense, excited muscles. Her hands moved down to his waist, tickling his ribs, and then grabbed his butt, gripping and squeezing.

"Now," said Brunhilde, her hands continuing to wander over his body, "Tell her what you want. She'll do anything you ask."

Martin walked forward and Brunhilde followed him. He climbed up onto the bed. Sibyl was still looking over her shoulder at him, a deep blush across her face.

"Turn around, Sibyl."

She did as he asked, turning to face him. She looked up at him, big blue eyes expectant.

"Martin," she said quietly, "I'm yours. I'll do anything you want."

"Do you want to suck my cock? You said so earlier," he said, looking down at her. His dick was already half-erect from watching Sibyl submit. She responded by pressing her face into the crotch of his silk robe, nuzzling his package and sniffing it through the silk.

"Oh, gods, yes," she groaned, "I need it in my mouth, Martin." She kissed his dick through the fabric, sniffing it. Then she said, "Please, Martin, can I suck your cock?"

"I don't know," he said, looking mischievously down at her, "How badly do you want it?"

"So bad," said Sibyl, her face turning even more red, "I need it, Martin. Please let me suck it. Please, Martin! I need to feel it in my mouth!"

As she begged for his cock, she looked up at him, eyes wide. Her hips wiggled as she spoke, her perky butt squirming in anticipation. Her eyes were so big and beautiful, staring deeply into his. She began shivering.

"Please, Martin, don't keep it from me! I just want you in my mouth. Let me suck you. Please let me! Gods, Martin, I want to suck your cock! Please, please, please let me suck your cock!"

Martin noticed that Sibyl's eyes were brimming with tears. Her little form quaked, fingers tightly gripping the blanket. Her lower back flexed seemingly involuntarily, bouncing her ass up and down. She was pleading with her whole body, pleading to suck him, to be claimed, penetrated, used, fucked. He felt a sudden stab of anxiety. Was Sibyl okay? Was he hurting her? He knelt down and took her pretty face in his hands, thinking of how gentle she had been with him when the roles were reversed.

"Sibyl," he said softly, stroking her cheek with his thumb, "Are you okay?"

"Y-yes," she said, a little breathless, "I just need you, Martin. You... You're going to fuck me, right?"

"Of course!" he said. He placed his lips against hers and his tongue darted into her mouth. She moaned softly as he kissed her. One of his hands moved to the back of her head and held her in place. His other hand crept down and fondled her breasts a little, and then settled over her left breast. He felt her heart pounding. Martin broke the kiss and took her face in his hands again.

"Just let me take care of you, Sibyl," he said softly, "You were never anything but kind to me. I'm going to take care of you. I'm going to make you feel good. You're safe."

She smiled and said, "I love, you Martin."

"I love you too, Sibyl."

Martin pressed his cheek against hers for a moment and just sat still, feeling the warmth of her face. One hand rested on her shoulder, and the other stroked her hair, soothing her. Finally, he stood and peeled the silk robe off over his head. He sighed as he felt the soft silk slide over his erection and butt, caressing him as he stripped. He looked down and saw that Sibyl was still staring patiently up at him. He realized that she wasn't going to suck him without permission. Sibyl looked up at him, her lower lip quivering, pleading with her eyes.

"Go ahead, Sibyl."

Martin gasped as Sibyl plunged down on his penis, engulfing his hairless dick to the base. Her nose was pressed against his belly, her chin tight to his balls. He moaned loudly as her tongue writhed and slid around the sensitive underside of his penis. She had her hands tucked submissively behind her back. Sibyl began to swallow repeatedly, her tongue squishing and caressing every inch of his sensitive skin. She pulled her head back and gasped, breathing heavily and looking up at him. Her eyes were wide and almost innocent, with dilated pupils. Her soft pink lips were parted and a thin strand of saliva still hung between her moist, soft bottom lip and the head of Martin's penis. Before he could recover, she dove down again, pumping her head up and down. Martin sighed, feeling her mouth and throat aggressively swallow and grip his cock over and over.

"Oh, gods, Sibyl!" said Martin. Sibyl repeatedly deep-throated him, making a loud "gawk-gawk-gawk" noise in her throat as she worshipped his cock. Finally, she plunged down again, eyes squeezed tightly shut, and held him in her throat. He face grew bright red and her upper body shook. Her head popped off of his dick again, and she made a "bleh!" sound, gasping, drool running copiously down her chin.

"Oh, Martin," she wailed, staring rapturously up at him, "Your cock tastes so good! I wish I could suck you forever! Put your hands on my head, Martin. I'm yours! I'm all yours!"

Martin yelped as he felt someone smack him on the rump. He looked over his shoulder and saw Brunhilde, naked and smirking. She must have stripped off while he was concentrating on Sibyl's blowjob skills.

"You heard her, darling," said Brunhilde, "Use her throat. It's what she wants."

Martin grabbed Sibyl's head and began slowly moving it back and forth, using her throat as a fucktoy. She slurped and sputtered, gobbling his dick down her throat. He was masturbating using her face, and she loved it. After she'd sucked and slurped and gurgled with his cock buried in her throat for a few minutes, they paused. Sibyl sat back a little, closing her eyes and gasping. Her chin and upper chest were both flecked with drool and her nipples stuck out hard as little pebbles.

"Oh, gods, Martin," she groaned, her body swaying a bit, "You taste so good. I just need you to fill me. Oh, please, Martin, put it inside me. I need you. My body needs you, Martin..."

"Quiet, whore," snapped Brunhilde, "Turn around. You are to be disciplined. And if you're good, you might just get his cock in that greedy little asshole of yours."

"Y-yes, mistress," said Sibyl, and she turned away from Martin.

"Bend over," said Brunhilde, "Show me that ass. And grab your ankles. Don't let them go."

She put her chest down and held a face-down ass-up posture, grabbing her ankles. She shivered as she did so, seeking Brunhilde's approval.

"Flog me as much as you like, mistress," said Sibly, "I'm all yours. You too, Martin."

Martin stared down at her. His cock was hard as a rock, but he felt some uncertainty inside. He became a little more nervous as Brunhilde walked over and fetched a small whip from a chest in the corner. His eyes widened.

"Brunhilde?" he said.

"Silence!" she snapped.

"Brunhilde!" he said, sitting up straight, "Sibyl, she –"

"Silence, Martin!" said Brunhilde again, dealing Martin a sharp slap across the face. He froze, eyes wide, still staring in the same direction his head had turned when she slapped him. He breathed heavily. What was happening? Were they really going to **** Sibyl like this?

"Sibyl," she said coldly, "Do you enjoy being flogged?"

"Oh, gods! I love it! I just want to be a little slut for you and Martin. I need to be spanked. I'm such a bad girl," said Sibyl, "I'm a bad, bad girl. Punish me! Whip me! Fuck me!"

Martin turned and looked wonderingly at Sibyl. She certainly sounded as if she were enjoying it. Then he felt Brunhilde's hand on his cheek, and flinched, expecting another slap. But instead, her hand was gentle, and turned him to face her. She was smiling at him, and it was a warm smile, albeit with a bit of mischief playing behind her eyes.

"You see, Martin?" she said, caressing his chin, "She's ready to please." She leaned in and kissed the spot where she'd slapped him.

"She's fine, Martin," whispered Brunhilde, her lips brushing his ear, "Just trust me."

"Now," she said loudly, "Sibyl, what does a good slut do when she's being whipped?"

"She counts strokes," said Sibyl, panting loudly. Martin saw her pink pussy glistening with her natural juices, her pert, soft bum quivering with anticipation.

"Good. Count these," said Brunhilde.

Brunhilde swung the whip. It lashed Sibyl's bottom. Sibyl's hips jumped and she squealed in what could have been either pain or pleasure.

"One!" she said loudly. Martin stared at Sibyl in amazement. Her face was down on the bed, blonde hair sticky and sweaty and messy. Her face was bright red, eyebrows knitted together intensely. Brunhilde swung the whip a second time.

"Two!" yelled Sibyl. She gasped and bit her lip, her lower lip slowly sliding out from under her teeth. The whip cracked across Sibyl's ass a few more times.

"Three! Four! Five!" she wailed. Sibyl was panting and gasping, her butt bobbing up and down a little in anticipation of being filled. Her hips waggled hypnotically, as if each stroke of the whip could raise her temperature until steam would rise from her ass like a freshly-cooked steak.

"Your turn," said Brunhilde, handling Martin the whip. He eyed it nervously. Brunhilde was right: Sibyl was enjoying herself immensely. All the same, Martin wasn't sure. He swung the whip, a little halfheartedly.

"Six!" said Sibyl breathlessly.

"Gods-dammit, Martin!" yelled Brunhilde. She grabbed Martin by the hair and slammed him down to his knees on the bed and snatched the whip out of he hand. Then, she pushed his face down so that he was in the same position as Sibyl. He yelped as he felt Brunhilde's foot on the back of his head. Now Martin felt the sting of the whip on his ass.

"Ow!" he yelled, gripping the bed covers tightly. He hyperventilated, panicking a little, and said, "Brunhilde, what did I do?"

"You didn't swing the whip for real!" snarled Brunhilde, "Because you're weak! Martin, pay the fuck attention!"

As Brunhilde continued to yell, she punctuated every sentence with another lash. She said, "Martin! When I am not here, you are responsible for Sibyl's safety! You have not been challenged in the appropriate way in your life, and it shows! If you ever want to effectively defend the people you love, you must learn to wield the whip! Do I make myself clear?"

Martin groaned feeling the repeated lashes bite into his flesh.

"Yes, Brunhilde," he said weakly.

"What was that? I can't hear you!" yelled Brunhilde, whipping him again.

"Yes, Brunhilde!" he shouted.

"Good! Now sit up."

Martin struggled back up to his knees. He had some trouble standing up because of his bad hip, and he felt Brunhilde's hand steady him so he could rise to his feet safely. She handed him the whip again. His ass burned, with a hot feeling almost like scalding water from all the lashes. He was hard as a rock, too.

"Four more strokes, Martin," she said. He nodded and lashed Sibyl once.

"Seven!" she screeched. The lash with the whip had left a red welt, where the others had only turned her butt a little pink. Even Brunhilde looked a little taken aback. Sibyl staid where she was obediently, hands tightly gripping her ankles, her little butt up in the air.

"Whose slut are you tonight?" asked Martin.

"I'm your little slut, Martin," moaned Sibyl, wiggling her hips. More lashes fell on her.

"Eight! Nine! Ten! Oh...." she cried. The last three were not as harsh as the seventh, but Martin swung the whip like he meant it. He watched Sibyl's warm, soft, petite body undulating in the light of the candles. Her butt was criss-crossed with red lines from the whip, her hair was a mess, her fingers gripped her ankles, and her face was scrunched up in pleasure and pain, beads of sweat rolled down her narrow lower back from the swell of her round soft buttocks.

Martin approached Sibyl. Her tiny body was still heaving. He knelt behind her and placed his hands delicately on her hips. Her hindquarters trembled and she made a frightened sound in her throat.

"Martin," she whined, "Please, please be careful. Please don't hurt me, Martin...."

"Hush," he said softly. He began to run his hands up and down her legs, his fingertips trailing over her sensitive skin, feeling the light film of sweat. He continued, "You're safe, Sibyl. I have already punished you. And if you step out of line, I will punish you again."

She yelped and her hips jumped a bit at the memory of the lash. Martin continued stroking her thighs, and said, "Now, now, Sibyl. I can see that you're utterly broken. Are you going to be obedient?"

"Yes, Martin," said Sibyl, sniffling, "I... I... I'll be a good girl, I promise!"

"We'll see," said Martin sternly. But his hands drifted down Sibyl's legs and found her own hands where they were gripping her ankles.

"Let go," he said softly. Sibyl obeyed Martin, and he took her hand tenderly in his. He said, "Sibyl, you've done very well. You've been so good for me, and so good for Brunhilde. You're a good girl, Sibyl. And I'm going to give you some pleasure now."

"You are?" she said quietly, squeezing his hand in return.

"Yes," said Martin, squeezing her hand, "You wanted to try anal? Well, I'm going to reward you."

"R-reward me?"

"Yes. I'm going to give you pleasure. I'm going to teach your little hole. Are you ready?"

"I'm ready, Martin. I..."

"You what?"

"I just... I'm a little bit..."

She was hesitating too much. Martin knew what to do, though. He had also felt this way.

"Sit up, Sibyl, and face me."

Sibyl rose to her knees and turned to Martin, who was still also on his knees. Her eyes were a little red and puffy. Martin hadn't realized that Sibyl had cried a little while being whipped. He felt another stab of sympathy, but he knew an apology was not warranted. He was the alpha submissive. It was his job to discipline her.... and more. He was also responsible for caring for her. Comforting her.

"Sibyl," he said softly, "Come her. Hands behind your back."

Sibyl complied, keeping her hands folded meekly behind her back, and buried her head in his shoulder. Martin put his arms around her and held her close.

"Now, Sibyl," he said into her ear, "You seemed a little hesitant earlier. Tell me why."

"I...."

"You what?"

"I just...."

Sibyl's shoulders bunched up and shook. Martin realized that the whipping and arousal had broken down her defenses, and now she was totally open and **** to him, like a clam with the shell open and the soft, pink parts exposed. Brunhilde had expertly coached him to be aggressive, to break down Sibyl's defenses and bring them together. Just then it struck him; Brunhilde was not just intelligent, but very wise, able to bring together two people whom she felt should be closer. The lashing and whipping had all been part of her strategy to bring Sibyl and Martin closer.

"I'm just scared, Martin," said Sibyl, the tears beginning to flow, "It's not about the pain. It's just... Gods, Martin, I'm really in love with you. It's all just happening so fast. I've never felt this way about someone. And the thought of you in my butt, it just... I just... We've had sex, but Martin, back there... Oh..."

Martin cradled Sibyl against him and understood: she had underestimated the depth of her feelings for him. Until now it had been a flirty game of grab-ass. Or she had thought it was. But Sibyl was really, truly, deeply falling for him. And Martin realized what it meant when she asked for his cock in her asshole. It wasn't just trying anal. It was about trying anal with him. The man she loved.

"Alright, love," he said, gently rocking her, "Are you ready?"

"Yes, Martin," she said sniffling. Martin quietly wiped the tears off of her cheeks, tilted her face up to look at him, and said, "Oh, Sibyl. Just relax for me, okay? You're going to feel so, so good when I'm done with you. Just let go and trust me. I'm going to take good care of you tonight."

Martin kissed Sibyl's lovely face, cheeks, nose, forehead, mouth, soft little kisses, pecking her here and there. He kissed her neck, too, his tongue sweetly brushing the sensitive spot just under her ear. She sighed, feeling him nibble her earlobe and kiss her throat. His hands roamed freely over her back, sensuously sliding over her small shoulder blades and pampering her tight muscles. The poor thing.

"Alright, love," he said, lightly tickling her between the shoulder blades, "You've fucked my ass before. Now I'm going to teach you how to take cock. Turn over. Face down. Grab your ankles. As you were."

Sibyl obeyed. Her movements were slow and dilatory, as if she were stalling. Martin knew that she wanted him. But he also knew that she would resist a little. Being fucked in the ass for the first time was a scary thing. And as she lay there, face down, asshole and cunt presented like a willing whore, Martin felt the swelling desire for conquest in his loins.

"There you go," said Brunhilde softly. She was standing a few paces from the bed, watching silently. She was playing with her clit with one hand, her red pubic hair visible in the candlelight, her puffy pink lips wet with nectar. For all the fucking that had happened since she picked up Martin, she realized that she hadn't been this turned on for a long, long time. Brunhilde moaned under her breath. This was hot. Teaching Martin and Sibyl to dominate and fuck each other was like playing with dolls.

Martin knelt and looked closely at Sibyl's butt. Her cheeks were round and supple. Her anus was tiny, pink, and puckered. Martin kissed her bottom and licked it, tracing his tongue along that solitary red welt engendered by the seventh stroke of the whip. Sibyl sucked in a breath between her teeth and shivered, her butt quivering under Martin's nose. He inhaled deeply, savoring the sweaty, musty smell of her ass and pussy. He gently tickled her asshole with one finger and she squirmed.

"Hush, baby," he said softly, gently kneading her butt with both hands, "Everything will be fine. I'm going to make you squeal tonight."

He took a firm grip on her cheeks and spread them apart, exposing her tiny, virgin hole. It was so small and pink. Her light pink pussy glistened underneath in the candlelight. Martin leaned forward and breathed lightly on it. Sibyl shivered, feeling Martin's hot breath on her asshole, knowing that his mouth was just inches away from that sensitive spot.

"Ooohhh!" cried Sibyl as she felt Martin's hot, wet tongue against her sensitive anus. She squeezed her ankles tightly in her hands, moaning as she felt his tongue sliding over her sensitive skin. He poked and prodded with his tongue, running his hands up and down her thighs, pinching her butt and tickling her legs. She sighed and laid her head down on the pillow, biting her lip. Martin continued lapping at her tender hole, feeling it contract and wink under his tender attention. He slurped at her sensitive anus for a moment and then pulled away.

"Does that feel good, Sibyl?" he asked seductively, fondling her bottom as he asked.

"Oh, gods, yes," said Sibyl, "I, I, I just..."

He felt her muscles tense a little under his hands. She was afraid of something, and he knew what it was.

"Just relax, honey," he said, "You've never hurt me. I'm not going to hurt you, either."

He gently scraped at her butthole with his fingernail. She squeaked and jumped her hips. Then he attacked with his tongue again, poking, sucking, lapping, slurping at her crack. She moaned and pushed her butt into his face, feeling his tongue lather her asshole up in spit, sliding up her sensitive crack and then down to her pussy. Sibyl grunted and flexed her back, sticking her butt in the air and presenting her pussy to Martin. He obliged her, eating her pussy from behind. He ran his tongue down her inner lips to her clit and gently sucked it into his lips, rhythmically pressing his mouth into her pussy and teasing her clit between his lips. Then he ran his tongue upward, licking her pussy, asshole, and crack all in one long lick. He kept doing that, lapping at her nether regions like a dog. She surrendered to the pleasure, slowly bouncing her ass and pushing back into his face.

"Brunhilde," he said, pulling away from Sibyl's pussy for a moment, "Is there lube?"

"Of course," replied Brunhilde. She reached under the bed and found a glass bottle with a cork in it. She paused, popped the cork out, and poured a little bit of the clear fluid onto her hand. Lying on the in-table by the bed was an ivory dildo, the same one she normally used for pegging Martin and Sibyl. She handed the bottle and cork to Martin and then grabbed her little ivory friend. Brunhilde spread lube over the dildo and then placed the tip of it against her pussy, sighing as she pushed the head inside. Brunhilde grunted, feeling the slick ivory shaft slide up her cunt. She panted heavily, watching Martin give Sibyl's asshole some tender treatment.

"Okay, babe," he said softly, smiling down at her, "Let go of your ankles. Spread your asshole for me."

Sibyl grabbed her own butt and spread her cheeks, grunting and arching her back. Her face was bright red and her hair was unpinned and lying in a blonde pool around her head. Her eyes were tightly shut and her brows knitted. She bit her lip and then quietly said "Oh, Martin, please, I need it. Just go slow, Martin, just go slow..."

"Of course, Sibyl," he said, pouring some lube from the bottle into his hand, "Just relax. We're just gonna start like this..."

As he spoke, he gently rubbed her hole with one hand, spreading lube over the surface. Sibyl yelped with a small "oh!" sound as she felt Martin lubing her up to be fucked. His hand moved in soft, slow circles around her asshole, his gentle caresses on her sensitive skin sending electric tingles up her body. Martin could see Sibyl's asshole twitching and contracting under his ministrations. After a few minutes, he pressed the tip of his index finger directly against her anus and waited a moment, pouring on some more lube. Sibyl felt the very tip of his nail against her entrance and sucked in a deep breath, which she then held. Her thighs tensed and her butt quivered slightly in anticipation of being finally penetrated. Martin slowly pushed his index finger into her asshole to the first knuckle.

"Ooooh!" she said loudly, gasping, "Martin, oh, Martin!"

"I know, babe," he replied, speaking very quietly, "I know. Deep breaths, Sibyl."

She obeyed him dutifully and began to breath deeply. Martin began pushing his finger in and out, just the tip of one finger practically tickling the tight ring of her anus. He pulled his finger out, paused a moment, and poured on some more lube. Sibyl's crack was glistening, now. The lube ran in rivulets down her wet pussy lips and trickled down her thighs. Her eyes were open now, wide open and unfocused, and she was breathing heavily. She gasped as she felt Martin's finger go deeper, down to the second knuckle, then out again and then down to the hilt.

"Oh, oh, oh gods," she gasped, "Martin, that feels so good. I need it. I want you to do this to me every night, Martin. I need you to use me."

"You need to be used?"

"Yeah. Just... however you want, Martin. I'm your toy. Oh, Martin, please use my body..."

Martin responded by biting Sibyl's butt cheek.

"Ow!" she said, then gasped, "Fuck, Martin, please, I need it..."

He began pushing his finger in and out of her asshole, then added a second. Martin grinned in satisfaction as Sibyl whined softly, feeling Martin's two fingers push into her hole. They were slick with lube. Sibyl squeaked when she felt her asshole being invaded again. Now two fingers pushed in and out of her ass. Martin added a third finger and Sibyl continued breathing heavily, feeling him gently stretch and work her little hole. His fingers moved in and out, turning slightly her and there, coming in at slightly different angles, carefully but firmly stretching her out, preparing her for cock.

Brunhilde was also breathing rather heavily. She stood spraddle-legged beside the bed, moving her hands and hips to thrust the ivory cock inside of herself. Watching Martin and Sibyl was just so hot. She could command him to do anything to Sibyl, and he would do it. She could tell him to flog Sibyl, pinch her nipples slap her in the face. Brunhilde could even command Martin to bend him over, tell him that he wasn't using his dick tonight, let Sibyl peg him. But no, she wouldn't do that. Brunhilde exhaled softly, sliding the ivory cock up her cunt up to the base.

"Do it to her, Martin!" Brunhilde commanded, fucking herself a little faster, "Fuck her ass for me."

"Well, you heard her, honey," said Martin, smiling. He picked up the flask, took the cork back out, and lubed his dick. Then he corked the bottle and put it down. Sibyl whimpered as she felt his strong hands grip her soft hips and the tip of his hard, throbbing meat pressed against her asshole.

"Ready?" he said, squeezing her hips.

"Y-yes," said Sibyl.

Sibyl was shivering a little, sweat beading on her pink body and glinting in the firelight. The narrow line that ran down the center of her back was filled with sweat. She still had her face submissively pressed into the bed and her rear presented. She had obediently kept her back arched and ready for him. Martin knew that this was Sibyl's first anal, and she was clearly nervous. It would be best to give her a little control so that she would feel safe.

"Come back on me," he said softly, rubbing her lower back in slow, small circles, "Just go as slow as you want. There's no rush, baby. Take your time."

Sibyl gave in, pressing her bottom back against him and feeling the first inch of his cock stretch her hole open. She moaned loudly, shivering so hard that Martin could feel it. She grunted in pain. This really hurt. No, she wasn't going to disappoint him. She'd begged him to fuck her in the ass for a while now. She wasn't about to disappoint him now that he was finally in there. This needed to be a good experience for him. What would Martin think, if she flirted and acted so sexy and told him she wanted it in her ass, and then tapped out as soon as they got started? No. She gritted her teeth and pushed back on him.

"Easy, baby," said Martin, running his hands up and down her back, "Don't hurt yourself. It's your first time. Just relax, sweetheart."

Sibyl stopped.

"Here," he said, "Let's get you some more lube."

Martin held still, feeling Sibyl's asshole contract and slowly push him out. After a few moments, his cock came out of her with a pop, flicking a little lube over her back. He went back to using his fingers, putting in first two, then three. He was more thorough this time. Sibyl could feel Martin's fingers pushing, prodding, sliding in at different angles, making her pussy wetter from the anal treatment he was giving her. Sibyl closed her eyes and moaned quietly, feeling the head of Martin's erect penis against her asshole once more.

"Okay," said Martin, "This time, I want you to go slow. Don't worry about me, baby. Just take it at your pace. That's right. Good girl..."

It was Martin's turn to moan as he felt Sibyl's asshole grip his shaft, sliding down to the base with a slick whisper. He swore under his breath as her small, perky butt began to bounce on his dick. Without thinking, he grabbed her slim waist and began thrusting his hips. He gave an animalistic growl and fucked her harder. His grip on her waist tightened and a wet plap-plap-plap could be heard as he repeatedly pounded her from behind. The wet slapping sound of his hips slapping her ass filled the room. Sibyl gasped and groaned, eyes open as wide as possible. Overcome with pleasure, she bit the pillow, letting go of her ass cheeks and grabbing the sheets. Martin began to fuck her more aggressively. Sibyl squealed, her mouth filled with pillow, feeling Martin's balls slapping her clit with his thick cock pumping her hole.

"Oh, gods! Oh, gods! Martin! Martin! Martin!" she screamed, "Oh, gods, please fuck me Martin! Fuck me harder! Fuck me fuck me fuck me! You own me, Martin! You own my holes!"

Martin gripped Sibyl's waist and drove into her repeatedly, getting in as deeply as he could, conquering her hole. Just then, he felt the crack of the whip against his butt. Martin looked up at the ceiling and screamed as Brunhilde began flogging him.

"Fuck her, Martin!" commanded Brunhilde, "Make her cum!"

Sibyl began to wail, loud repeated moans as she was pounded. Martin was claiming eher and she surrendered to him utterly. Sibyl drooled uncontrollably and clawed at the bed sheets, her eyes rolling and face beet-red. Martin simply kept a firm grip on her waist, releasing it only to spank her ass.

"Who owns this ass, Sibyl?" he asked, punctuating his question by smacking her butt.

"You do! You own my ass!" she squealed, "Fuck me, Martin! Fuck my ass!" Sibyl gasped, little yelps and squeaks escaping her mouth, and then asked, "Can I touch my clit?"

"Yes, you may," said Martin. Sweat was pouring down his face. His legs were burning from holding the same position so long. He didn't know how much longer he would be able to sustain this position. Martin gritted his teeth. His hair was wet and sticky with sweat, and some of it trickled down his face and made it into his mouth, tasting salty. He resolved to keep fucking Sibyl until he and she both came. Sibyl, for her part, began rubbing her clit in slow circles, burying her face in the pillow and moaning like a whore.

"Oh, gods, Martin! Fuck me! I'm gonna cum!" she said. She felt Martin's fingers dick into her ass cheeks, his nails leaving indents in her supple flesh. Moaning so low her voice cracked, Sibyl finally came, her hips quivering as Martin mercilessly pounded her hole. Martin came as well, his balls sucked up against his body. He moaned softly, feeling his cock jerk as he pumped her asshole full of himself. They collapsed together, into a sweaty heap.

Watching them fuck, Brunhilde came along with her two slaves. She squirted on the ivory dick, staring open-mouthed at the spectacle of Martin claiming Sibyl. Brunhilde felt her pussy spasm on the ivory shaft for a while, and then slowly pulled it out and set it on the table by the bed. She crawled up onto the bed, where Sibyl lay face-down and Martin was on top of her, also face-down.

"Was that nice, Sibyl? Did you like that?" he whispered in her ear. Sibyl sighed, her narrow, birdlike shoulders delicately rising and falling.

"Yes, Martin," she whispered back, "It felt good. I want you in my ass again soon."

Martin tenderly kissed Sibyl's neck, his hands sliding over her soft, smooth skin, up and down her sides, caressing her body. He had moved her air out of the way so give him access to her neck and her pretty little face. Martin nibbled her ear, biting it just enough to make her squeak, and then sliding his tongue into her ear.

"Did I hurt you, baby?" he asked.

"No, I'm okay. It aches, but I like it," she said.

"Alright. I love you, Sibyl."

"I love you too, Martin."

"And I love you both," said Brunhilde. She stood on her knees and began rubbing Martin's naked back, sliding her hands down and squeezing his ass cheeks. Her hands were all over his body, rubbing out all his tension and making him feel soft and compliant.

"Next time you're in charge," said Brunhilde, rubbing Martin's shoulders, "I'll tie her up for you. Just say how you want her. I'll have her tied up, pinned down, spread open, gagged, plugged for you. However you want her. And you can fuck her as much as you want."

Martin smiled at hearing that, and Sibyl moaned loudly, shivering as she imaged how Martin and Brunhilde would fuck her deeply. She began wiggling her little bottom, pushing her soft butt against Martin's crotch as if she wanted more.

Brunhilde smiled, running her hands down Martin's back and grabbing his ass one more time. She kneaded and fondled his bottom, tickling his hole with one finger.

"No worries," she said, "I'm going to be gone on a raid for a while. In the meantime, I need to... lay down some rules for when I'm gone."