The Banquet

A tale of debauchery and perversion involving naked teenagers in 18th Century Milan

The Banquet. ( 1794, the Castle of Orlando, Milan.)
Orlando, Duke of Milan, loved this annual event. This orgy of food, of fucking children, of debauchery and lechery and perversion. For this one weekend, he dismissed his dreadful wife and pathetic daughter to their Lodge on Lake Como, and in their place hired in eight children from the local orphanage. All the serving staff were dismissed on full pay for the weekend, and the two chefs he employed were under strict instructions to leave food on tables in the corridor outside the grand dining room. The children, apparently aged eighteen to comply with Milanese law, but some looking perhaps rather short of that, dressed only in aprons that loosely covered their fronts but exposed their naked asses, were there to serve food. And then to participate in whatever filthy perversion that was asked of them. If they wanted their payment, they did what they were told. However disgusting.
He paid the orphanage well, on the condition that he could choose who he wanted to fulfil the perversions of his four friends, and on the promise that the children would be returned well and unharmed. Yes, possibly pregnant, but who cared about pregnant orphan girls? Certainly not him, and certainly not his guests for the weekend: General Massimo, Count Nicolas, Cardinal Ricardo of Bologna, and Baron Lazlo. Men who for the past two years had attended the Castle at the invitation of the Duke, and who had eaten, drunk, fucked and raped their way through the night and into the next day. It was all great fun. And debauched, and depraved, and perverse. This weekend would be no different, except possibly even better than last year, if that were possible.
The eight children were duly delivered to the Castle late in the afternoon. The Duke had personally selected six girls and two boys, each chosen for their fuckability in the eyes of the Duke. They were taken to a side chamber off the dining room where they were told to undress completely and put on a serving apron. Failure to do so would lead to an immediate beating. They were then told to wait, until given the signal to collect the first course of food from the adjacent corridor and then carry it in to serve to the five men.
And the men? General Massimo enjoyed nothing more than tying a naked girl to the bed, whipping her and then fucking her as deep and hard as he could. The more they cried out, the harder he whipped and the harder he fucked. His motto in war was “No Mercy”, and the same applied to events in the bedroom. Count Nicolas was different. Very different. For now let us just say that he had unusual eating habits that required the assistance of a naked girl. His tastes were, put mildly, most particular. Then there was the Cardinal (yes, shock horror, a cardinal! Saints above!). His perversion was to masturbate in front of others. Or perhaps it should be said into the face of one other: a naked girl, who had just pissed on his cock to give his flaccid feeble cock a full, hard erection. And finally there was Baron Lazlo. His favourite occupation was to watch handsome boys with proud large cocks fucking girls with jiggling, suckable breasts. From very close up. Sometimes he joined in, sometimes he just masturbated over them as they fucked.
Nothing out of the ordinary with any of them, in other words.
The assembled guests took their places at the fine banqueting table, and admired the large range of wine bottles set out for them. All the wine had to be drunk; just as all four guests had to become drunk, by order of the duke who sat at the head of the table and now spoke.
“My dear friends. This is the highlight of our year. Tonight we eat and drink like kings, and we are served and – entertained – by a range of beauties chosen by myself from the orphanage. As with last year, when dinner is over and you have eaten and drunk your fill, you will draw lots to see who chooses their child – boy or girl – first. Then take them to your room to do as you wish. My only request is that you do not kill or maim. I need to keep my reputation with the orphanage; who, I might add, have their coffers enriched by my generosity for the hire of these delightful, these beautiful, these...” (here he paused) “...very fuckable, eighteen year-old servants.”
At this his friends roared their approval and banged their fists on the table. The proceedings were now underway. “SERVANTS!” roared the duke, “ BRING US THE FIRST COURSE AND SERVE US WINE!”
After a pause the door opened, and the young servants dutifully filed in, carrying platters of food. Each wore nothing but their serving apron. The gathered guests gave their approval.
“Splendid! Magnificent! Such beauties! My God, my cock is hard already! What perfect asses! I want to fuck them all! Good God, Orlando. You have excelled yourself this year!” Such were the appreciative comments of the lecherous men as the teenagers served them their first course of food. As they then poured wine, their bodies came close to the men who either gazed appreciatively at their perfectly rounded tight asses, or immediately ran their hands over the young skin of their attendant. With the exception of the cardinal, all the men had full erections. As the meal progressed, and as more wine was consumed, three of them; the count, the general and the baron; flagrantly unbuttoned their trousers and pulled out their erect cocks for their servants to see.
“What is your name, child?” asked the general of the blonde-haired, small-breasted girl who was pouring him yet more wine.
“Anna,” she replied.
“Anna, look at my big hard cock. Look at it.” She duly looked. “I want you to know that if I win you in the draw, it is my intention to stretch wide your perfect little cunt with it and to fill you with my full load of cum. That is my intention.” And with that he smacked her naked ass which made her yelp. “Understand?” She nodded and remained silent, her ass-cheeks burning. “Now bring me more food,” he added. She nodded again, and with her ass flushed pink, she returned to the corridor as instructed.
The meal proceeded. Count Nicolas, with an eye to later, placed some grapes and a sausage in his napkin, which he rolled up with infinite care. The cardinal drank as much as his bladder could take, whilst the Baron Lazlo eyed up his perfect pairing of curvaceous girl and muscular boy for his private entertainment to follow. Duke Orlando surveyed his guests and waited for the right moment to move from the pleasures of food and wine to the pleasures of boys and girls. It was now.
He clapped his hands and summoned the servers back into the room. Making them first stand in a line along the wall, he then ordered them to untie their apron strings, remove the flimsy garments and to stand naked before his guests. Roars of approval met the sight of the eight naked servers, soon to be sex slaves, who stood before them.
“Gentlemen, we will now draw for the eight beautiful specimens before you. In this bowl are four folded pieces of paper, each with a number. I shall issue each of you with one piece of paper. The number on it corresponds to the order in which you can make your choice of server to take with you to your room. If you particularly need two, it can be done, but no more than that. You will treat them with the respect they deserve.” (An ambiguous statement that the guests murmured their approval and agreement to.)
The general drew Card 1, and immediately claimed Anna. The baron drew Card 2, and selected a girl with big breasts and a dark triangle of pubic hair, and the boy with the biggest cock. They would be his fuckers. Card 3 was drawn by the cardinal, who selected a pretty girl that stretched the definition of being eighteen. Small-breasted and pretty, she would be his pisser. He beckoned her and asked for a jug of water for her to drink. That left the count, who chose the girl who in his eyes had the most delicious cunt. She would be his “serving girl”, in a way that food was rarely served. The remaining girls and boy would be fucked at leisure by the duke himself. Happy with their choices, the men took their chosen naked delights to their rooms. “Let the fun begin!” called the duke.
And so it did. The general tied Anna to his bed, smacked her breasts till they were red, then sank his face into her cunt, making slurping noises as his tongue probed into her. Filled with the flavour of her cunt, he stripped naked and sat on her stomach, bending to suck and then pull and bite her nipples. Anna flinched silently as he then pulled her pussy lips open with his fingers and rammed his hard cock into her, deep into her. “Take that, you fucking bitch!” he snarled viciously. She took it, all the way up her cervix.
While the general was fucking Anna to his heart’s content, the baron ordered his young couple to fuck in front of him. Standing. The boy duly worked his throbbing cock to hardness, and with the baron holding the girl from behind he fucked her, slowly at first, then faster and harder. The baron was, of course, unable to control himself as his hands groped her swinging breasts, and then stretching her asshole open and smothering his cock in butter, he forced his large cock into her. The man and boy fucked the girl full and hard, with the baron shouting to the boy “Go on, fuck the bitch harder, harder!” With her ass and cunt at full stretch, the girl cried out for them to stop. The baron duly pulled out, told the boy to do likewise, made the girl lie on the bed, and instructed the boy to cum all over her face. Three big spurts of young male cum splattered over her, to which the baron added his own deluge over her eyes and mouth. Slowly the girl wiped cum from her eyes and then wiped her fingers over her large, soft breasts.
The baron surveyed his handiwork proudly, and then said to the girl, “Now, eat it all up and you can both go.” He had had a splendid evening. Such a fine eye for sexually primed girls and boys, he mused to himself as he watched the girl filling her hands with the combined cum of himself and boy, and then dutifully eating it. “Very good,” he said. “That’s your dinner.”
Next door to the baron, the cardinal in his room lay on the floor and invited the girl of his choice to piss on his cock while he furiously rubbed it to an erection. “Piss on my cock! Piss on my face! Piss in my mouth! I must drink you!” he ordered. “Pull your piss-flaps wide open so that I can see it all!” Dutifully the girl, who appeared very much younger than her stated years, stretched her tight pink labia wide open and gushed a fountain of youthful hot piss all over the degraded pervert lying between her legs. Furiousy he rubbed his cock to erection, and then spurted his cum into the puddle of piss on his stomach. “Yes! Oh yes!” he murmured ecstatically, as he rubbed the combined fluids over his body. It was all over within minutes; unlike the general, who was still spanking and fucking Anna with all the energy of a man half his age.
One room further down the corridor, the count carefully unwrapped the food he had brought with him and showed it to the girl. “What is your name?” he asked.
“Astra,” she replied.
“Astra! Such a pretty name. Now, lie on this table please, and pull your legs right back over your head, so that they press against your ears. Yes, just like that! Perfect! Now, you are going to serve me food in the best way possible.”
He surveyed her pretty cunt, surrounded with a fine bush of brown hair. He surveyed her tight pink ass-button. He licked his lips in anticipation. Taking a small bunch of grapes, he firstly parted the girl’s cunt lips and then picked a grape from the stem and inserted into her cunt. It disappeared. A second followed, followed by three more. They all disappeared as her cunt lips closed around them. The count placed his mouth against her bulging cunt and said “Now, push each grape out, covered in your exquisite sex juice. Direct them into my mouth!”
One by one, the grapes reappeared, shiny with sex juice, and then pushed into the gaping mouth that eagerly awaited them. “Delicious! Perfect! The finest grapes I have ever eaten!” said the count, as grape juice trickled down his chin. “Now, for the main course!” he added, moving to the napkin and removing the sausage. “This is going somewhere very special!”
He placed two fingers over her pink ass-button, and gently probed inside, opening her ass-hole as he pushed deeper into her. Taking the sausage, he slid it in to the now gaping hole and pushed. It disappeared as her ass-ring closed over it. “Astra, you serve the finest food in the most perfect of ways!” he said, licking his grape-stained lips. He moved his mouth over her ass, savouring the taste. “Now, gently push the sausage out a little, my slutty little serving-wench. Gently, I say!”
Astra obliged, and slowly her ass-ring opened to allow the sausage to peek through. It felt like she was pushing out a hard turd. Half the sausage reappeared, now shiny with a light smear of what the count lovingly called “the perfect gravy to accompany it”.
Enchanted by the sight of the girl’s ass-ring lovingly, slowly, squeezing out the sausage, he suddenly called “Stop!”. With the sausage half out, the count closed his mouth over it and bit it off. He chewed ecstatically. “Ah! Perfection! The taste of sausage and a girl’s ass! Heaven indeed! Now, gently push out the remaining half.”
Again, Astra gently pushed, and now the remaining half of the dark brown sausage appeared through her open ass-ring. The count devoured it, and then licked into her ass-hole for the last remaining traces of this culinary delight. “I have never eaten anything so perfect in all my days!” he proclaimed. “The taste of your ass is so exquisite, adding such flavour to the sausage. Yes, perfection indeed!”
And so through the evening the perverted guests each in turn fulfilled their lustful, filthy fantasies, and the following morning the orphans were duly paid for their services by the Duke; as was only appropriate. Of course, as soon as they returned to the orphanage the money was snatched from them by the owner, who then spent it all that night fucking a single, penniless mother and her two very young daughters in a nearby hostel. Such were the delights, and such was the brutal reality, of life in Eighteenth Century Milan.