Grad Taljenje Part 1 – Handmaidens From the Heart
Copyright© 2026 by Little Switch
Chapter 4. Sister Offering
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 4. Sister Offering - An old, crumbling castle high in the mountains, long forgotten by time. When new owners open its doors, they find more than dust: rooms whispering desire, hidden rituals, and a force awakening. Two young women enter, innocent and unaware, drawn into seduction, surrender, and something deeper. The pace is slow, the tension rising. No rush, only anticipation. Step inside… and feel Grad Taljenje take hold of you.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Blackmail Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Sister Daughter BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Masturbation Oral Sex
Nikolas gestured for her to stand and led the newly initiated Nika back to her sister, who was still bound to the cross. “Play with her breasts.” A hesitation. Shocked, she looked at Nikolas. Did she really have to do that? She looked at Dunja, who, with flushed cheeks, nodded lightly.
With this small sign of permission, the girl walked to her older sister. They stood face to face. Softly her hands sought Dunja’s covered breasts. Dunja could only moan. Never before had a woman touched her breasts. Let alone her sister! Boyfriends had often roughly kneaded her tits. Sucked hard on the nipples, sometimes even bitten. But this was different. Subtle and tender. Almost loving.
“Kiss her. Deeply and long.” They were past shame. The sisters looked deep into each other’s eyes. Nika opened her mouth, Dunja welcomed her tongue. They kissed passionately while Nika continued to caress her sister’s breasts. The castle ladies moaned aloud in approval.
“Lick her breasts,” Nikolas’ voice cracked slightly with excitement. For a moment Nika paused. Another step further. Awkward, full of shame, but certainly also eager and hungry for her sister, she wanted this. Slowly she bent her head toward her sister. Her mouth sought the round left breast. Tenderly she placed her lips around her sister’s longing breast. She sucked. Dunja moaned. The castle ladies moaned.
The lips played with the nipple that reacted immediately and stood hard forward. Dunja stood defenseless at the cross. She felt ashamed that she was performing these lesbian acts with her sister. But no matter how ashamed she felt, pleasure won. It felt wonderful how Nika sucked on her nipple and gently circled it with her tongue. Dunja bit her lower lip to keep from moaning too loudly, but the sound escaped anyway. High, almost pleading.
Nikolas stepped closer. His cock was hard in his pants. But despite being enormously aroused, he kept his composure. He remained in his role as master of ceremonies for this ritual. Gently he guided Nika, “Continue. On your knees. In front of your sister.” Nika released Dunja’s breast with a wet kiss and slowly sank to her knees. The cold tiles bit into her skin, but she barely felt it. Her eyes remained fixed on the triangle between her sister’s thighs. The white panties were now translucent with moisture. She caught the scent. Sweet, musky, aroused. Mmmm, she felt her own pussy clench with shame and lust at the same time.
Carefully she took the panties between her fingers and pulled them down. Inch by inch the fabric slid over Dunja’s hips, along her thighs, until it fell at her ankles. The last remnant of her body’s innocence. Dunja now stood completely naked, legs only slightly spread because the cross forced it. Her labia glistened, a thin thread of moisture hung between them. The three women on the baroque chairs leaned forward. Their breath visibly caught.
“Lick her,” Nikolas commanded. “Until she begs.” Nika looked once more at her audience. The deep purple velvet capes, the glittering golden pins, the atmosphere in the chapel. She saw the hungry eyes of the castle ladies. The entire setting breathed lust and desire. It aroused the younger sister even more. Her pussy dripped. She wanted Dunja now!
Slowly she placed her hands on Dunja’s hips for support and brought her mouth forward. At first only her lips, kissing softly, tasting. Then her tongue, flat and broad. She licked from bottom to top, collected the moisture, tasted the salty sweetness. It tasted good. She wanted more. Much more.
Dunja moaned loudly, head thrown back against the wood. Her hips jerked involuntarily forward. Nika gripped her more firmly and began licking more rhythmically, circles around the clit, then deep inside again. The wet sound filled the chapel, mingled with the panting breathing of all those present.
Elize’s cape now slid wide open as well. She moved to the edge of her chair, spreading her legs, and began slowly stroking herself while she watched. Katarina muttered softly, “Goddamn, what delicious girls,” and let her hand disappear between her own thighs as well.
“Lick her harder,” Nikolas commanded. He now stood behind Nika, crop in hand. When she paused for a moment to catch her breath, he gave a short, sharp smack on her buttocks. Nika squeaked, but immediately dove forward again, tongue faster, sucking harder on the clit. Dunja began to writhe, pulling at the bonds. Her voice broke, “I ... I’m going to come ... please...” “Not yet,” Nikolas snapped. Dunja whimpered in frustration, eyes half closed, body taut.
Nika stopped licking and waited. Nikolas freed the wet, aroused girl from the cross and led her in front of the chairs. The three ladies had discreetly closed their capes again, but panted with restrained lust. The girl took her place, spreading her wet legs and thereby humbly displaying her divine body. Katarina moaned.
With the same solemn voice Nikolas addressed her. “Dunja Novak, eldest daughter of Janez Novak and Jelena Novak. Answer the question to the Triad of Grad Taljenje: Do you wish to fully surrender your body, your will, and your lust to Grad Taljenje, to the Triad present here, to me, the Magister Domus, and to anyone else who may possess you in the name of the Triad? Say it now, with full voice and sincere heart, or say ‘no’ and the ceremony ends here.”
Silence. The torches flickered. Dunja’s chest rose and fell rapidly. Tears glistened in her eyes, not from fear, but from pure, overwhelming emotion. Her voice began softly, then stronger, determined: “Yes. I want nothing else. My feelings ... my body ... allow nothing else than to serve. I choose this. I choose surrender. I choose you.”
Elize stood up. Again the staff struck the ground hard and stately three times, like a resounding confirmation of Dunja’s vow. “Statutum est,” she spoke loudly. “So it is decided. Your body belongs to Grad Taljenje, your lust is in service of our needs, your will is subordinate to our desires.” With that, both daughters were initiated.
Nikolas beckoned. He led Dunja to the altar. He laid her on her back. Her wrists were secured to the corners. Her legs were spread wide and fixed with leather straps that fit into the old rings. Then he looked at Nika. “Come here. Place your legs beside your sister’s breasts, your pussy facing her mouth.”