Master of Castle Oscarshall part II

Part 2:

The fog had already cleared from the mirror as Sabrina finally slipped into her chemise and slippers. She had taken her time pampering herself and painting her toenails. Sabrina felt sexy; what a shame she didn't have someone to share the castle with. Maybe she would go to town tomorrow and finally try to find a guy. Sabrina had spent a lot longer in the bathroom than she expected, and she was still supposed to explore the castle. 'Screw it, I'll look around in the morning,' she thought. She opened the bathroom door and headed back to her room.

As she walked into the dark room, Sabrina realized there was no light switch. The bedroom was lit naturally – she had to find the bed by memory. 'Not too tough,' she thought, walking confident toward the bed. Fwump! Sabrina's foot collided with her suitcase. She felt forward, luckily, into the bed. 'Weird, I thought I put the suitcase next to the armoire.' The thought passed; Sabrina was sleepy and the mattress was fluffy and warm. She crawled up to the pillow, flung her arms around it and cuddled it. She drifted off into sleep.

Jean emerged from the darkest corner of the room, near the armoire. He surveyed his prize. The blanket was huddled underneath Sabrina. She lay on her side, one leg straddling the pillow her arms entangled. She wore white cotton panties and a white chemise and nothing else. Jean approached the bed.

Silently, softly Jean pulled the chemise up above Sabrina's hips. He was careful not to wake her. He then dragged a fingernail along her thigh, up to her crotch. Sabrina twitched, but she remained asleep. Jean massaged her panties gently with his knuckles. Sabrina moaned – a sweet dream was becoming her reality, yet she was unaware. Jean pulled her panties aside. Wet – Sabrina had a vivid imagination. Jean suddenly pushed two fingers inside of Sabrina.

Gasp! Sabrina sat up instantly to find an man in her bed. Jean's hand closed over her mouth, covering her scream. When she stopped screaming, Sabrina bit. Jean slapped her. He grabbed her by the throat. He leaned in close, moonlight flooding over his face. “Is your pussy wet for Master, Sabrina? Don't bother trying to answer – I'm going to fuck you regardless.”

Jean pushed Sabrina down by her throat into the bed. While she reclaimed her breath, Jean was unbuckling his belt. Sabrina tried to sit up again. Jean pounced on her. He covered her mouth again “Don't ask why I'm here, Don't ask how I found you, just know I'm in control. You're all alone, Sabrina. You're all mine.”

Jean climbed off of Sabrina and rolled her over onto her belly. Sabrina tried to push herself up, but Jean pulled her arms out from under her. He forced them behind her back, wrapping his belt around her wrists. He pushed Sabrina's head into the pillow. Sabrina stopped resisting. Jean ripped her panties down her legs. He pushed his hand against Sabrina's crotch, pushing his thumb against her ass and covering her pussy with his fingers.

Sabrina arched her back. She still felt afraid, but she couldn't help but trust her former Master to take care of her. She had longed for his touch. She had craved to be dominated for so long, and here Sir was. Sabrina felt more relaxed as her Master petted her hair. She spread her legs for Jean.

Jean pushed his fingers into Sabrina's pussy, his thumb still pressed against her asshole. In place of petting his slave, he now pulled her hair. Sabrina growled – she wanted it harder. Jean squeezed her asshole now. Three fingers pounded Sabrina's pussy. Jean added a fourth. Sabrina had not been fucked in over a year – she bit her pillow. The pain and pleasure of Jean's strong right hand were amazing.

Jean pulled his fingers out of his pet, rubbing her own lubrication on her ass cheek. He slapped her wet cheek. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Jean spanked Sabrina roughly. He had wanted to smack her ass for so long, he couldn't resist being perhaps too strong. The spanking made Jean rock hard. He pulled his cock out and rubbed it against Sabrina's stinging cheek. Sabrina looked back at her Master. They met eyes. Jean blew her a kiss and then forced his cock fully inside of her.

Sabrina's hips grew week. She wanted to collapse into a heap on the bed. Her mouth hung open, moans rolled out of throat, drool dripped down her chin. Master's cock was enormous in her tight, long-ignored pussy. Jean ravaged her, feeling her tight pussy throbbing around him. Sabrina came almost immediately. Her knees gave way, she couldn't force her as up against her Master any more.

Jean did not care. He pushed Sabrina's legs closed and mounted her prone body. Sabrina drooled onto the pillow, helpless to stop herself. Her Master's cock pushed into her again. Bliss. Sabrina's pussy was soaking, but still tight. Jean took no mercy. He continued to fuck Sabrina with all the vigor of a horse. Sabrina's wrists ached. Her ass was being pounded by Master's pelvis. Just then Jean began pulling her hair again. Sabrina was defenseless. She came again, her screams filled the air. Their intensity made Jean's cock pulse. He could hold back no longer. Jean began pumping Sabrina's with warm shots of cum. He pushed all the way into her, letting his seed fill her.

Jean pulled out to admire his work. His cum trickled down from Sabrina's pussy onto the bed. Her ass was pink. A pool of drool had seeped into the pillow from Sabrina's gaping mouth. Jean popped open her suitcase, where he had stashed a towel, baby wipes, and some lotion. He toweled Sabrina's back and ass off, and wiped her dainty areas with a baby wipe. He untied her wrists. Sabrina started to roll over – Jean stopped her. “No, no, my pet. Let me take care of you.”

Jean massaged some lotion into his palms and began working it into her pink ass cheeks. The cool, tender feeling relaxed Sabrina's tense muscles. Jean rubbed gently, and slowly started to work up Sabrina's back. He pulled off her Chemise and massaged her petite shoulders. Sabrina melted into her pillow.

After a few minutes Sabrina had come back to Earth. She turned over, “Jean. Jean! What the heck are you doing here?”

“I guess the butler didn't tell you who the master of this castle is? I inherited it from my great grandfather less than 2 months ago.”

“But Jean…. Why did you have to do this?! Don't you know I never wanted to stop this?! I never wanted this to end…” Sabrina began to tear up.

Jean petted Sabrina's hair. “I fucked up Sabrina. I knew right away, but I just couldn't come after you. I haven't even been able to look at other women.”

“Jean…. Jean I've been alone all this time, too.” Jean held his finger to Sabrina's lips. He laid next to her now. His lips took the place of his finger. Sabrina wrapped her arms around her lover. Her Master. The two held each other, speaking wordlessly with their eyes and lips long into the night, into the dim light of morning. They lay, arm in arm, Sabrina's head in her Master's chest, both asleep.

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