“I cannot stand it without sharing a touch of lusty handling!” cried Maria. “Please fondle me, my lord! Do something while we watch!”
Twice each, Ignacio fucked the girls until his straining balls sent forth a charge of surging lust that raced the length of his tense, stiff member – exploding madly in a torrent of juices that ignited each partner to gleeful orgasm, they clutching and clawing at him while they groaned in pleasurable climax, their legs scissored about his lean waist until the seconds of ecstasy had lessened into relaxed numbness. Twice each, they squirmed and undulated their smoking pits until the ruthless bulb-headed intruder had spit triumphant spasms of lust that unhinged their sanities momentarily, turning each girl into a demented animal who mewed and grunted sharply in her enjoyment of the rigid weapon lunging joyously within her quivering body.
Then, finally exhausted to the point of needing an hour's rest before he might yet again find it possible to continue, Ignacio rolled free of female flesh – panting loudly and staring up at the couch where the Greek was intently thrusting his mammoth penis in and out of the upturned cunt presented to him by a fiery-eyed Maria who rocked with each driving thrust as she knelt on her hands and knees, her robe hoisted up to expose her behind, while the sweating, mumbling Greek fucked her bestially from the rear – his face a contorted mask of lust and straining effort.
Opening her mouth, she darted her tongue out in a rapid succession of tiny thrusts – looking straight at Ignacio as she did so, and winking again.
“Oh, you poor fine lover!” whispered a gasping, panting blonde sprawled contentedly beside him. “I pity you!”
“Why so?” he whispered back.
“The master's favorite wants you – and I've seen her fuck some of the most powerful guardsmen until they were dying of exhaustion!”
“There are worse deaths,” he replied bitterly.
Abruptly, the Greek's hoarse shout of satisfaction bellowed forth as he pumped savagely at Maria's white buttocks in a frenzy of final thrustings that drained his swinging balls.
Still Maria pinned Ignacio with her eyes.
Some hours later, the Greek took his evening coffee on a remote and deserted veranda overlooking the distant sea – his singular companion the brawny Ignacio who listened attentively to the instructions being detailed to him.
“You must rejoin – seemingly – Bullpole's household and pretend that your former sense of longstanding loyalty still indwells within your heart. Actually, you will be spying for me while you await the development of my… er… plans that are still in the preliminary stage.”
“That won't be difficult,” said Ignacio. “I'm not suspect – not now. I've been punished for my mistake. Bullpole even believes that his orders that I be castrated were carried out – and it's known that he particularly trusts the eunuchs of his empire. I'll be entirely safe.”
The Greek nodded approvingly. “Splendid! All the more convenient for you to get wind of any nefarious ideas or schemes that may flit across that swine's scummy mind. And, mind you, my lad, I want to hear every rumor, every piece of gossip that could possibly carry a shard of truth to it.”
“I understand, my lord.”
“When the right time comes, I shall entrust you with a most important task.” The Greek stared at Ignacio with flinty eyes. “I prefer to allow you the privilege since I count upon Bullpole's having threatened to deprive you of your noteworthy manhood to keep you exceedingly loyal to me – and the demanding chore you will be expected to fulfill with accuracy and dispatch.”
“I shall, your lord.”
“You won't live an hour afterward if you fail. I'll give orders to that extent. You may be sure of it.” The Greek sipped his coffee. “Also, I have another very small matter I shall ask you to attend for me.”
“Name it, my lord.”
“I have reason to believe that my heated little Maria no longer remains faithful physically to me. It's not terribly important, you understand. I've had favorites betray me before – for a while. But I've granted her a special degree of freedom and status in exchange for her natural beauty and innate sensuality. I want you -” he leaned forward, his smile cruel and steady, “- to immediately notify me, should Maria ever tempt you.”
“Tempt me, your lordship?” Ignacio's surprise and disbelief were genuine enough, despite what he had already seen and heard. “I know many women find the sight of my masculinity exciting, but why would a woman risk her -”
“Because she is a chronic nymphomaniac who may not find my unusual virility satisfaction enough, that's why! But more important than that, I care not to have anyone who has cajoled some of my better secrets in the excitement of darkness from my heart – I detest the very possibility that she just might use that information for her own betterment.”
“I – I don't understand, my lord.”
“You're not required to understand. Simply do as I've ordered you to do: tell me instantly if she ever attempts to provoke you into an intimate relationship. You understand that?”
“I understand, my lord.”
“Fine, lad. You will do very nicely in my service, I believe. You may go now. I prefer to be completely alone at this hour to meditate.”
Rising and bowing low, Ignacio departed and I with him, striding quietly the length of the isolated veranda and descending the hundreds of steps leading to the main buildings of the palace. No sooner had he reached the courtyard than he halted abruptly, staring at the line of girls being marched across the courtyard as they were led by guards into the palace grounds.
“Por Dios,” he exclaimed softly. “By God, look at the new ones! A veritable army of virgins! All gathered from every part of the world!”
Silently, except for one here and there in the straggling line who was crying quietly, the tired-faced creatures stumbled dejectedly behind one another – prodded heartlessly by their guards when they exhaustedly wavered from the line or failed to move promptly enough.
They looked more unkempt and dirtier than the group Ignacio had helped bring from England. I could only assume that some of Bullpole's virgin collectors didn't treat their cargoes as well as the old captain had. These miserable wenches seemed in terrible condition, physically and mentally.
Most of them were genuine beauties beneath their soiled and tattered garments, their stained features detracting only superficially from their natural attractiveness – and they were very young women, some of them barely past puberty.
Ignacio leaned against a wall, watching the seemingly endless line of girls meekly stagger past him at a slight distance as they blindly followed each other across the courtyard and into one of the buildings where they would undoubtedly be bathed and fed, and allowed to rest.
Suddenly, a tiny, well-shaped brunette swayed on her feet, uttered a faint cry and toppled to the ground. Guards leaped toward her the moment her petite figure lay sprawled awkwardly upon the bricks, blocking the line's progress as the next girl behind her stopped, peering stupidly down at the fallen wench. Silently and swiftly, one of the guards scooped her up into his arms while the other man urged the line forward, shoving the girls into their painfully labored walk again while his fellow carried the unconscious virgin into the building where all were headed.
“Quite a sight, isn't it?” said a voice acidly.
Ignacio whirled about to find Iona standing behind him in the shadows. Her face bore a grim expression and her eyes burned into his with intense emotion. “I suppose a certain number of them will eventually be available to you – once Bullpole or my master are finished with them!”
“Iona! You startled me!” He smiled down at her. “What are you doing out here in the darkness at this late hour? Don't you realize there are many guards who would delight in catching you – would unhesitantly rape you if they could lay their hands upon such a tender morsel in the safety of the night?”