The Marquis East India Catering Company

THE MARQUIS' EAST INDIA CATERING COMPANY

By: Charles E. Campbell

CHAPTER 2

      The "arrangement" I had brokered between Miss Xavier and the Marine had proven quite financially rewarding for me. It seemed that her connections were virtually limitless, as the "talent" she constantly supplied for the films was both plentiful and diverse. Most of the girls she provided were from Eastern European countries, but she also had no problem locating Asians, Latinos, Indians, or any other race the Marine required, as long as there was enough lead time.

     I had taken to using the membership card she sent me and frequenting the SandMan's Castle every three or four weeks. Mostly I went down there hoping of meeting Robin again, but I didn't run into her again for a few months. She was already at the Castle when I arrived late one night, her two slaves naked and kneeling under the table at her feet. She was sitting in a comfortable chair facing the stage and was dressed in a stunning dark cherry red bustier which laced up the back. It constricted her already slim waist and pushed her tiny milk white breasts up high, exposing her thick nipples and areolas. She had on a leather garter belt which matched the color of the bustier, and wore black seamed stockings. On her feet was a pair of four inch black patent leather heels. As I walked in front of her to say hello, I saw that her legs were spread open, and that she wore no panties, exposing her smooth shaven mound and the top of her slit, with a large gold ring dangling from her pierced hood.

    She smiled as she saw me try to avert my eyes from her tantalizing pussy before I was caught. "Mr. Evans, what a nice surprise," she said with a sly knowing smile, extending the back of her hand.

   I took her hand in both of mine, leaned over and kissed it slowly, saying, "It's so good to see you again, Miss Xavier. I was hoping to have the opportunity to thank you in person for your very generous gift of Castle membership for me."

   "Think nothing of it," she replied, her eyes already off mine and back on the events that were about to enfold on stage. "Pull up a seat and join me," she added, "You might pick up a few ideas for those film maker friends of yours."

   As I sat down I saw that a naked male slave had been tightly bound to the St. Andrews cross. Massive leather straps secured his wrists, his arms above the elbow, his ankles, thighs, and his waist tightly to the rough unfinished surface of the cross.  His cock was rock hard and standing at full attention from his gleaming, hairless, highly toned body.

(Although a far better description would be to say he was ripped, with bulging biceps and quads topped off by six pack abs you could bounce a baseball off). A three inch strand of pre-cum was oozing from his cock, lazily making it's way to the floor between his outstretched legs.

   From out of the shadows a huge ebony Amazon strode up to the helpless slave. She was topless, wearing only a very skimpy loincloth, which did nothing to hide her muscular thighs and buttocks. She was almost her slave's equal in body development.Her smallish breasts were firm, but natural, with dark chocolate areolas and long thick nipples. Her coal black skin shone brightly in the intense light, glistening in a sheen of sweat. The muscles of her arms and shoulders rippled as she stood before her slave, hands on her hips, her eyes boring into his.

   "You're absolutely sure you want to go through with this slave," she asked loud enough for all in attendance to witness.

   "Yes, Mistress Amazonia, yes. I want this, I mean, I need this more than anything in the world, as long as it pleases you."

   "It will please me very much slave, to have you marked as my own."

   She turned and nodded to someone behind where Robin and I were seated, so I didn't see who it was. But two naked females, one black and one Asian suddenly walked into the light of the stage. One was carrying a small tray, which she set down on a table to the side of the cross.

   "Prepare this slave to be marked," Amazonia commanded.

   "Yes Mistress," the two females intoned in unison.

   They each took a sterile gauze pad and poured alcohol on it before wiping the male slave's nipples. Discarding the gauze, they opened new pads and thoroughly cleaned his still throbbing cock and nut sac as well.

   Amazonia selected a long surgical needle from the tray and held it before her slave's wide eyes. Satisfied of the fear it instilled in him, she lined it up on his right nipple, poking it a bit, making sure it was exactly where she wanted it before running it through his nipple.  The slave gritted his teeth and grunted as the needle pushed through the tender flesh.

   One of the female slaves took a heavy steel ring, about one inch across, and pushed it into the new piercing as she pulled the needle out.

    Amazonia repeated the task on the left nipple and then stood back to watch as the second ring was set in place as well.

   The slave was breathing fairly hard by then, with sweat covering his taut tense body, but his cock was still rigid, the veins that coursed along the shaft bulged with the all blood running through them.

   It was at that point that Mistress Robin reached out and grabbed slave jacquie's hair at the back of her head, yanking it hard as she pulled the slave from her knees and ordered, "Please me, slave."

   Hurriedly, the slave crawled between Robin's now spread legs, and lowered her face into the waiting pussy. Robin's head tilted back slightly as the sensation of the ministrations began to flood her brain. Robin rested one hand on the back of her slave's head, pulling her in a bit closer.

   Amazonia had selected another needle, a very thick one, and had knelt down in front of the helpless slave, when Robin reached out with her other hand and grabbed my crotch. She turned and faced me as she caressed my erection through my slacks, and said, "And where are my manners? One of the more obvious advantages of owning two slaves is never having to wait, or having to share either.

   "mynx, pleasure him!"

   The other slave, the one I had seen so savagely beaten on my first meeting with Robin, crawled in front of me and reached out to undo my pants. I lifted myself up from the chair so she could pull them down to my ankles, before settling in. She sucked my entire cock down into her throat in one lightning fast motion.

   "Take your time, you greedy little slut," Robin admonished her. "This isn't a competition between you and jacquie. We have all night. He'll feed you his cum in good time"

   mynx settled into a very slow pattern of licking and sucking.  Every now and then, she would take me all the way down to the base of my cock, wiggling her nose in my pubic hair, while extending her loving tongue under my cock and caressing my balls.

   She was the most amazing fellatrix I had ever experienced in all of my world travels. The incredible combination of her unequalled oral skills and her uncanny ability to read my responses, kept bringing me right to the edge, and then, ever so slowly and deliberately, back down again, making my swollen balls ache.

   Amazonia's ceremony  had taken a far distant second place to mynx for me, but I was able to clear my addled mind enough to realize what she was about to do, as she held her slave's scrotum in one hand, pinching it tightly from right below his cock, to the very bottom at his  perineum. She  pushed the thick needle through the sac from the bottom, slowly and deliberately, until it exited right under his still hard cock.

   The slave's pain levels were remarkable. His contorted face, rigid body straining at the straps that bound him to the cross, and groaning were the sole testaments to the burning fire he endured for his Mistress. No screams. No pleading or begging for mercy. No wrenching and pulling away. He seemed stoic in his resolve to see all of this through for her.

   One of Amazonia's females placed a heavy steel ring through the new scrotal piercing. It neatly separated the two testicles on either side of the ring, making them bulge out more prominently.

   I glanced to my left and saw Robin smiling as she watched me trying to concentrate on the stage, while mynx did her utmost best to drive me insane.

   "Really good at that, isn't she," Robin asked knowingly.

   "A....ab.........absolutely a.........amazing," I stammered as she pushed me right to the brink once again, before easing off, making my balls even more sore. "I've n......never experienced any......anyone better."

   "She came into my possession fully trained in the oral arts," she said proudly. "Male, female, anal, she is the best, I concur. It's the only reason I keep her on, really. The rest of her training leaves a lot to be desired. However, I'm not yet convinced she'll be worth the effort to turn her into a proper slave."

    "Well, if you don't mind my saying so," I gasped,  "I'd say it's a damn good reason to try!"

    Robin let out a hearty laugh, and turned back to watching Amazonia finish up with her slave. She was just getting set to push yet another needle, the thickest one yet, horizontally through the head of her slave's cock, right on the tip side of the corona.

   "Tell me again, slave why we're doing this," Amazonia said, resting the point of the needle on the delicate and sensitive skin.

    "To mark me as Mistress Amazonia's personal slave, Mistress," he replied almost yelling. "To proudly wear Your rings as a sign that I am owned by You."

   "I want you to thank me while I pierce your worthless filthy black dick, slave," she growled at him.

   "Thank you, Mistress, thank you Mistress," he chanted over and over as Amazonia slowly applied pressure to the needle. His voice quavered a bit, but his resolve was strong as he endured it all for her.

  

    When, at last, the needle emerged from the other side, he still found the strength to thank her, as one of the females replaced the needle with a barbell which supported a shiny steel "U" that hung below his now soft cock.

    I heard some moaning coming from Robin and looked over to see her eyes closed, her head flopped back onto the chair, her body tensing and starting to shake, as jacquie brought her off. mynx heard it too, and suddenly I was out of control, yelling and shooting my cum into her eager mouth.

   After it was all over, and mynx was helping me get my pants back on, I said to Robin, "May I be so presumptuous as to ask if you have made any plans for dinner? It would be my pleasure to take you out for a meal"

   She glanced at me, seemingly to weigh the unexpected proposition. Then she said, "No, I haven't. What did you have in mind?"

   I knew right away that she wasn't about to make this easy for me. She always stayed in control, always keeping the upper hand. "I'd very much like to take you out to dinner, as a token of my appreciation for all you have done for me, both with the Castle, and of course with our business agreement. You pick the place."

   "So........this is to be a business meeting?"

   "That wasn't my actual motivation really. Let me be frank, if I may."

   "By all means, please."

   "You really intrigue the hell out of me. I haven't been able to get you out of my mind since I first met you. In fact, I have been coming down here to the Castle frequently in the hopes of running into you again."

   "I'm well aware of your visits to the Castle," she said matter-of-factly.

    "You are?" I asked, taken aback at this revelation.

    "Of course I am. I know all of the goings on here. Everything. Who do you think owns this place after all?"

   "You do?" I spit out, completely caught off guard.

    "Surely you knew that already," she stated, disbelieving my supposed display of innocence in the matter. "I would have assumed you had done your homework about me."

   "Actually I didn't," I said, regaining my composure slightly, and not a little peeved at her disbelief in my sincerity.  "But nevertheless, I am interested in you, very interested in you and would like to be granted the opportunity to get to know you better, on a personnel level, if you would permit that."

   She smiled and gave me a slight knowing nod, mulling it over.

    "Very well. I know a nice little place, not far from here. Give me a few minutes to get more properly dressed."

   "I'm not sure of the proper protocol here, but, uh...... you are, of course, more than welcome to bring jacquie and mynx along as well, if you wish."

   She laughed and said, "Thank you, but that isn't at all necessary. They will just remain here until I return. I'm sure some of the guests can find some appropriate uses for them in our absence. They'll be sent home when they are of no further use here."

   Robin gave the cabby directions as we got into the cab. We dined in a very small bistro in TriBeCa, maybe a dozen tables, tops, and less than half of them were occupied.  Robin wasn't all that forthcoming about herself, no matter how much I pressed, but she managed to pull just about every significant aspect of my biography from me even before the entree was consumed. She had a mildly irritating knack of spinning the conversation back to me whenever I attempted to learn anything about her. It probably wouldn't have been noticeable to someone eavesdropping on our conversation, but it certainly was to me, as I really was searching for anything at all about this woman to whom I felt a real and strong attraction.

   As we were leaving the restaurant, she turned towards me and asked, "And what are your plans for the rest of tonight, Mark?" (It was the first time she had ever called me by my first name).

   Caught unaware by her abruptness and the blatant innuendo of the question, I hesitated and then said, "Well, I was thinking I'd take you back to the Castle, or wherever you'd like for me to escort you. Then, I guess I'll head for my hotel room, as it's a bit too late for the trip back to my house. I can hit the road for home in the morning when I'm fresh."

   She didn't respond. No facial expression, no nod, nothing, as we walked to the corner to hail a cab. I didn't say anything either, figuring the ball was in her court. I held the door for her as she got in.  Robin looked forward, straight forward, not at me  and said, "614 West 78th Street, please."

   I continued looking at Robin as the cab pulled away from the curb. Robin turned toward me, and said, "No sense staying in a hotel. I've got two spare bedrooms at my apartment, you can sleep there, and head out in the morning, if you'd like."

   "I wouldn't want to be a bother, but that would be wonderful, thank you," I said, relieved that the decision had been made for me.

   We arrived at her building, and then, not even waiting for me to open the car door for her, she hopped out and said, "Come with me."

  I followed her to the elevator, which opened as soon as she hit the call button. We got in, the door closed, and she inserted a key into the panel with the floor buttons. I watched the floors pass as the elevator rose, and noticed that we went one floor past where the numbers that were indicated on the panel stopped, to the top floor. When we arrived at her floor, jacquie and mynx were both kneeling, naked, heads bowed, arms folded behind their backs, on the floor facing the elevator, awaiting their Mistress' arrival. 

   We stepped out of the elevator, stepped around the two prostrated slaves and Robin summarily dismissed me, extending her hand to me as she said, "Thank you for the lovely evening, Mr. Evans.  I'm quite tired and wish to retire. jacquie will take care of you from here on in. If there's anything you need, or want..........."

   I kissed her hand and she turned, totally surprised by her abruptness, and watched mynx's shapely ass wiggle as she crawled down the corridor following like a dutiful pet behind her owner.

    "If you would please come with me," jacquie said, standing up.

   I followed her down the same hallway Robin had passed through. jacquie opened a door and waited for me to enter the room. She came in behind me and closed the door. "This is your changing room. Let me get you undressed before your shower.

   "Thank you," I said, sarcasm oozing through my tone, "But I'm sure I can figure out how to take a shower."

   Nonplussed, jacquie began to unbutton my shirt. "Mistress would be extremely displeased with me if I didn't obey her commands. Please allow me to do as I've been told. I must not disobey my Mistress."

   I had no reaction, or comment, to her reply, and stood perfectly still as jacquie methodically stripped me naked. She made no mention of the fact that I was hard. She took my hand and said, "This way please."

   We went through a door into a very large bathroom, with bright overhead lighting and gleaming white tiled walls and floors and shining gold fixtures. The shower was enormous. Set in a corner of the room, with two clear glass walls, and a marble bench built into one wall. It had to have been 8" square.  When jacquie turned on the water, I watched as over a dozen spray jets opened up from the walls, ceiling, and even from the floor. She opened the shower door and held it for me.

   "Hang on a second," I stopped. "I need to pee first."

    "In the shower is fine," she said, pulling my hand. Then she added, with a slight smile, "And besides, I'm thirsty."

   The water in the shower was amazing, coming at me seemingly from everywhere.  I began to relax as jacquie knelt before me and held my cock pointing directly  at her open mouth. I hesitated for a moment, and she must have sensed my discomfort. "Please," she begged, "Allow me to drink your golden liquid."

   I looked down at her face as the stream of urine began. She took as much as her mouth would hold before pinching my cock to stop the stream. Then she closed her mouth and swallowed. She repeated this practice until my bladder was empty. "Thank you," she said as she started to soap and bathe me from head to toe with a soft wash cloth. She knelt again at my feet and gently washed my nut sack and newly erect cock , soaping them up erotically and letting the streams of water rinse the soap away several times. Moving behind me, she worked the cloth in my ass crack and I felt as her finger probed my anus every so slightly.

   When she  was through with my bath, she stepped out of the shower stall, turned off the water and held a luxuriantly soft bath towel out to dry me with. I did nothing, as jacquie did it all. When I was dry, she proceeded to rub lotions all over me, taking her time, allowing me to relax with the gentle sensuous caresses from her talented hands.

   Opening the medicine cabinet, jacquie removed a fresh toothbrush, dental floss, and toothpaste which she handed to me. As I brushed my teeth, jacquie used the wet towel she had dried me with and dried herself off.

   "I'll show you to your room, Sir" she said when we were finally finished.

   I followed her back out through the changing room and down a long hallway that ended in a closed door. jacquie opened the door without pause and waited while I entered. This  was a huge bedroom, with a king size canopy bed in the middle. Candles flickered in wall sconces providing the only the dimmest light.

   jacquie turned down the comforter for me and said, "Do you require a wake up call, Sir?"

   "I should think 7:30 would be good," I answered.

   "Very good, Sir. Should you require anything of me tonight, Sir, I will be asleep on the floor at the foot of your bed. Please don't hesitate to call on me. I am here for your service."

   "I'm sure I'll be fine, thanks. mynx took care of my needs earlier."

   I settled into the pillowy soft bed and closed my eyes, unable to sleep, reflecting on Robin's odd behavior. I don't know how long I was laying there awake, when I heard a door open and close in the room. Even with my eyes adjusted to the dark, the minimal light provided by the wall sconces prohibited me from seeing who it was. A few moments later I felt motion on the opposite side of the mattress as someone got into the bed from the other side. Suddenly a hand was on my stomach, trailing it's way down to my cock, and I heard Robin's voice coo, "So let's see what you're made of, big boy," as she squeezed my balls hard.

    The only way I could even attempt to describe what Robin was like in bed would be to use words like wildcat and aggressive and limitless and experienced. She knew how to give pleasure, and she certainly knew how to get it as well. Her fingers would one moment probe, then the next caress, then the next pinch, then the next soothe............ Her tongue was a living being unto itself, with a silky smooth moist texture. It was almost as if she wanted to taste me as she explored both my body and my responses to her myriad of techniques.

   It was, without a doubt, one of the most intense  love making sessions I've ever had, and when it was over, she just shifted gears and slowly licked and rimmed my asshole until I as ready for another go. This time at a slower, more relaxed, far less frantic pace, but definitely it was just as intense allowing much more time for mutual exploration and making the experience even more revealing for both of us.

   When I awoke the next morning, Robin lay close next to me, her legs and mine entwined, her right hand cupping my balls, her head nestled into my chest, my arm across her flat chest.

   There was no uneasiness between us. None at all. Neither of us felt awkward as we gradually came to consciousness and an awareness of where we were. No feelings of "How do I get out of here,?" or "What do I say or do now?" or "What the fuck did I get myself into now?"

    Rather, it was quite the opposite. It was as if we had been doing this for years. Known each other all our lives. Not in a tired out, passé, mundane way. It was more like being totally comfortable with what we had done, shared, experienced with each other. Natural. Comfortable. As it was meant to be.

   "Sleep well, Mark," her hand giving my balls a gentle squeeze?

   "Yes, thank you, and how about you?"

   "Dreamy. Very restful, thanks."

   "Good, I'm glad." Her soft fingers were now gently kneading my nut sack. "Hungry," she asked?

    "Famished."

   "jacquie," she called out.

   jacquie rose from her spot on the floor at the foot of the bed. I wondered if she had spent the entire night there, witnessing the sounds of our passion.

   "Would eggs be alright?" Robin asked me.

   "Great, thanks."

   "Prepare our breakfast, slave. Scrambled eggs, English muffins, coffee and orange juice. We'll take it here in bed."

  "Yes, Mistress," the naked slave answered.

   After jacquie had closed the door behind her, Robin began to kiss me on the mouth softly. Then she began a slow sensuous trail of kisses down my face and neck, to my chest, where she lingered on my nipples a moment, sucking and nibbling them one after the other, with her teeth. She continued on down my stomach until she reached my cock, which was already at attention in greedy and eager anticipation.

   Her velvety soft warm mouth took me in right to the back of her throat in one fast motion. She had incredible breath control. It was truly astounding, as she didn't pull away for a full minute or so. Her tongue swirled and licked my shaft like a child would savor a peppermint stick. I've had more than my fair share of blow jobs in my life, from skilled pros to rank amateurs, but the head Robin was giving me wasn't at all like any of those. It couldn't even be put in the same category as the mind blowing head mynx had given me only the night before at the Castle. To me, when a woman goes down on a man, she's performing oral sex. Pure and simple. His pleasure, his needs, are her sole concern and motivation, nothing at all in it for her. Selflessness personified. A one way street. But with Robin, I could tell that she was deriving a deep sexual pleasure from the act of sucking my cock. She wasn't just turned on by it, she was getting off on it, and she prolonged the act as long as she could both for her benefit as well as mine.

   The bedroom door opened suddenly and jacquie came in unannounced with our breakfast. I was lying flat on my back, legs spread as jacquie strode over to the side of the bed with the tray in her hands. Robin didn't stop sucking me. My eyes went from Robin's bobbing head to jacquie's expressionless face as she watched her Mistress servicing me.  I felt the pressure build quickly and finally I came in her mouth. She swallowed everything I gave her and gave my cock a parting kiss as she sat up with a broad smile.

   I propped up the pillows for us to lean against as we ate. jacquie stood silently alongside the bed, awaiting any orders, but Robin totally ignored her.

   After a few minutes of quiet, I said, "I've never met anyone like you."

   Robin took a sip from her cup of coffee, set it back on the tray and picked up an English muffin, almost as if I hadn't uttered a word.

   "I must confess," I continued, unnaturally nervous as I spoke, "I really am drawn to you like I have never been to anyone else before."

    I waited for a response, and again was let down, dejected by her silence.

   "What must I do to be allowed closer to you? Help me out a bit, would you? I'm practically begging here."

   Robin turned and looked straight into my eyes, her face less than six inches from mine. "Are you sure that's it's me you want? Really sure? Is it me you find you are so 'intrigued' with, or is it my lifestyle? My world? Because even though my lifestyle is so much a part of me, it doesn't define me. It doesn't make me who I am."

   "I've experienced a lot of people in your lifestyle, from Thailand to Amsterdam, Sao Paulo to Port Au Prince, and just about everywhere in between. I'm fascinated by you, not your lifestyle. Your radiant beauty drives me crazy. Your steel eyes mesmerize me. Your intellect and business savvy are unequalled. I really think I'm falling in love with you.

   "Why don't you come with me to my house," I continued, not giving her a chance to speak.  "It's very quiet, very private. Beautiful vistas of the Berkshires. Stay a night, the weekend, a week, whatever suits you. Let's just enjoy ourselves, take some time and learn about each other. No pressure, no games, no business. Just you and I, together. Come see me in my realm."

   Robin kept staring into my eyes, her face a blank expression, impossible to discern what lay behind those penetrating eyes.

   "And what about your wife?" she asked,  cold anger in her voice, "What would she think about your bringing me home?" And having said that, she sprang out of the bed, almost knocking jacquie over in the process.

   My right hand shot out reflexively and caught her firmly on the wrist, I yanked her back next to me hard and didn't let go my grip.

   "I have no wife," I half shouted, my face right in front of hers. "I've never been married, for Christ's sake! Do you think I'm playing games with you? Do you? Because I'm not. I don't play games, Robin. Not now, not ever. I'm serious about what I said. Dead serious. If you can't handle that degree of honesty, well then, that's your problem. Your hang-up, not mine. I'm being candid with you, at least show me the courtesy and respect to do the same in turn."

   She said nothing for a moment, then she buried her head in my chest and wept openly, her body going limp, shaking as if the room was freezing cold.

   I held her tightly, one hand in the space between her shoulder blades, the other on the back of her head,  but didn't speak. I wanted to force her to be the one to break the embrace.

   It was a solid five minutes before she regained her composure and whispered, "I've never been married either. Most men I find fear me once they get to know how I live my life. Either that or they're only interested in what my lifestyle offers for them."

   I didn't answer, choosing to hold my tongue.

   "I'd love to come up to your place with you," she finally said. "But I want no time constraint. Like you said, a day, a couple of days............whatever.  We'll see how it plays out.

   "Do you want me to bring jacquie and mynx?"

   "That's entirely your decision, Robin. I'd be a liar if I denied enjoying them, but I want this time to be about you and me. Us. Nothing else. If you feel they'll be a hindrance to that, than leave them behind. If not, then they are certainly welcome as well. Your call."

   "I don't feel my slaves to be in competition with me, us. Everything I have them do is designed to further their training and make them better slaves. That's all. After all, that's what they want, and what I want as well.

   "We'll bring them, then, as long as it's alright with you."

   I cupped her chin with my hand and drew her lips to mine, kissing her, my tongue deep in her eager mouth.

   I broke the kiss took, hold of her narrow shoulders, and said, "I'll take a cab back to my hotel and pick up my car. I'll be back here in an hour, hour and a half. You pack some things, although you won't need much, I'll pick you all up, and we'll be on our way."

   I hailed a cab right away, checked out of the hotel, and was back at Robin's building in less than an hour. She was waiting in the lobby with jacquie and mynx. I got out of the Escalade and opened the front passenger door for her, and helped her get in. The two slaves carried the all bags, placing them in the rear, before getting in the back seat themselves.

   The four of us didn't know it at the time, but we were now setting out together, never to be apart, and to create the world of the Marquis's  East India Catering Company.