by Powerone
“Do you like that, Bridget?” He pinched her nipples as he heard a soft moan from her lips. He released her breasts and stood aside. “Such beauties, Lord William. Would you like to touch and fondle them?” He saw Liam try to look away. He walked over next to him as William stood up and moved to the side of Bridget. He wanted to make sure that Liam saw everything William did to his virginal daughter. Philip saw the riding crop next to Liam where William had placed it. He picked it up and swung it before Liam could say anything. Liam’s first clue was the loud thud as the riding crop hit him, and then, there was the high-pitched scream from Liam’s lips as he felt the excruciating pain when the crop hit his trapped balls. Unable to escape, trapped between the ropes, the crop took its toll when it slapped the delicate and fragile balls. Phillip loved the agony on Liam’s face, sure that it felt like his balls were shoved deep into his belly. “Don’t look away, or I’ll hit them harder next time,” Philip warned him. He saw Liam look toward his daughter, but when he saw William’s hands reach out to fondle her lush breasts, he tried to avert his eyes. All it took was another tap with the crop, this time not too hard, but it was enough to make his eyes go back to gaze at his daughter’s naked breasts.
“Untie her arms,” William told the guard. It took a few minutes, but they finally took all the rope off her arms. William smiled as her hands came up and cupped her naked breasts to shield them from his prying eyes as if that would do any good. He gave her a minute to rub her wrists while trying to contain her naked breasts from his eyes.
She was thankful that they took the ropes off. She straightened her back, trying to get the cramps out of her shoulder muscles from the cruel bondage. She still cupped her naked breasts beneath her hands, feeling the shameful hard nipples push into her skin, and Lord William stood in front of her but made no attempt to touch her as the doctor had done. She didn’t say a word, but the man behind her moved and forced her hips forward as he slid his hard organ over her cheeks again. He rubbed her shamefully with his organ, but she didn’t dare defy him.
“Put your hands behind your neck and lock your fingers, Bridget.” William had a big smirk on his face as he said it. “I won’t tell you again,” he warned her when she didn’t move. He nodded to Philip.
“OOOOOWWW!” Liam cried out in a high-pitched voice, his balls whipped once again, this time harder. It felt like they were crushed beneath the crop, the ropes pushed them together and left them so vulnerable.
“I’m not sure how long your father can stand having his balls whipped. They are sensitive, and eventually, the whip will rupture them. I’ve been told that it is excruciating, and there’s not that much that can be done to make them better again.”
Bridget saw the tears on her father’s cheeks and the look of pain etched on his face. She knew he was in pain, and the doctor held the crop, ready to strike him again. She couldn’t make her father suffer because of her. Her hands reluctantly rose up, uncovering her breasts for all to see. She put her hands behind her neck, remembering to lock her fingers together.
“Push your elbows to the side,” William prompted her. His eyes went to her breasts. The position of her arms lifted them up higher. He stared at two full and firm breasts, with jutting nipples that were big and hard. Philip had made them hard with his expert fondling, but the fear had also aroused them. Her upper body was naked, glistening with sweat as the torches’ light flickered over the skin to make it gleam.
“Watch her,” Philip tapped Liam’s balls again to make him look up.
“Hold still for me, Bridget,” he warned her.
Her body was red in shame as the man behind her looked over her shoulder so he could gaze at her naked breasts, his organ jerked and shudder in pleasure against her buttocks from his excitement. Her legs barely held her up, trembling in fear as she saw Lord William’s hands move toward her breasts. His fingers cupped her breasts, not harshly, but as though he was weighed them in his hands. He made them jiggle shamefully as though they were toys to play with. She froze when she saw his fingers move to her nipples. The man behind her pushed his fist into the small of her back, forcing her to arch her back once again and present her naked breasts up to his fondling hands. “Nooo,” she cried out when his fingers ran lightly over the roused tips to send shudders of pleasure deep into her breasts. She pushed her breasts forward more; wanting to feel his fingers touch them harder, pinch them, shamed that she found pleasure when she should have found disgust. Lord William’s fingers began to tighten on her nipples, not hard at first, but then, he began to twist them. It didn’t hurt; at least, it didn’t feel like it did. He pulled up on her nipples, and Bridget soon found herself on her toes, her firm, young breasts pulled up lewdly, her nipples stretched and clamped by his powerful fingers. “NNNNOOO,” she cried out, her hands moved as she tried to push away his head. He leaned over, and she felt his hot breath blow on her nipples and knew that it would be his mouth that would engulf them. She couldn’t let her father see him suckle her nipples.
“OOOOWWW!” Liam’s pitiful cry rang out in the room, and Bridget surrendered, her hands clasped behind her neck. Lord William’s hand cupped one of her breasts and squeezed it until all the blood rushed to the hardened tip. She held her breath, but she couldn’t stop the gasp from her lips when his hot, wet lips touched her nipple. They were soft, but they encased the tip in his mouth, and then, she felt his tongue work over the tip like it was a paintbrush, back and forth to torment it with such pleasure. It felt like her nipple was going to explode, the blood pounded in the tip so hard.
William worked over both of her breasts, with his mouth and his fingers; never deserted her nipples for long. He felt them swell up, heard Bridget’s rapid breathing, and felt her heaving chest beneath his mouth. Not even when he dug his teeth into the large areolas and scratched them back and forth could dampen her growing lust. It was as if he unleashed something inside her that had long wanted to get out. Did her father constrain her too much? Was she revolting by growing aroused as he watched?
When he finally pulled away from her nipples, they were so big and swollen, the slightest breeze on them made them pucker harder. They glistened with his spit, and she saw teeth marks on her white breasts, yet she didn’t realize that he’d bit her. She clenched her thighs together, feeling the dampness grow. She thought she’d suffer from what he said he’d do to her, yet that wasn’t the case. She wished she hated it as much as she thought she should. Then, she heard the words that shocked her back to reality.
“Take off your dress, Bridget.” William’s smirk went from ear to ear as he saw the look on her face. Her sensibilities were thrown out with his demand. He waited, but she stood there defiantly. He picked up the large, wooden ruler next to his chair. “I think it’s time for you to take your own punishment, instead of your father. I’m going to whip you ten times with this ruler for your disobedience.”
“No, you can’t,” she shouted out, but he slapped the hard ruler in his palm, and the noise rang out loudly. She could almost feel it stinging her skin.
“That’s twenty now, Bridget. I’m going to enjoy this. Now take off your dress.” He hoped that she’d defy him once again.
“Don’t make me do that,” she cried out as tears fell from her eyes to stain her cheeks. She couldn’t let all these men see her naked. She knew that once she lost her clothes, she’d also lose her innocence.
“Take it off, or I’ll have my two men rip it off you. They’ll enjoy doing that, and I won’t be able to stop them from molesting you with their hands. They can be cruel.”
“No, no, I’ll do it, wait,” she begged. She felt the man behind her start to move, fearing what they would do to her.
“Don’t do it, Bridget,” Liam yelled out, but his shrill cry was the next thing he said as Philip quickly quashed his words when he smashed his balls with the riding crop. He did it hard and was sure that there wouldn’t be any further outbursts by him.
“Don’t hurt him, I’ll do it,” she responded when she saw the paine
d look on her father’s face. The dress was already torn almost to her waist. She found it difficult to find the row of buttons in the front, the dress in tatters. She started to unbutton them as all the men watched her. Her fingers trembled as she opened each of the pearl buttons. She’d loved this dress, but now, it was ripped and a grim reminder of what the men had subjected her to. She finally opened all the buttons and drew it aside, exposing her chemise. She brushed the dress off her shoulders, and it fell to the floor. She couldn’t look at her father, knowing he was forced to look at her.
“That chemise is very lovely, but take it off. Hurry now or it’ll be another ten,” he warned her.
She had no choice; the top of the chemise was torn, so she pushed it down over her hips. At least she had on a white undergarment, but she feared that would be the next to go. She stood back up; her almost-naked body trembled as the men stared at her.
“Bring it over here, that one in the corner,” William instructed two of men. They picked it up; in spite of their large physiques; they strained, with the heavy object, still shrouded in the black cloth. It slammed heavily on the floor in front of Liam so he’d have a good view of everything that transpired. William watched Bridget’s eyes grow big in fear when she saw it. He took the black cloth off it slowly, teasing her until it fell to the ground.
She didn’t know what it was for, but she feared it. It was made of heavy, roughhewn wood. It stood about waist high. In the center was a polished, round piece of wood that ran the width of it, secured with iron bolts into thick wood beams that rose vertically on each side. Thick, wooden beams pushed out from the top of the center beams, two in front and two in back. The sloping beams were at an angle until they touched the floor in front and back at least three feet from the center beams. Another crossbeam connected the beams on the floor to give them support. What scared her most were the leather straps attached to ropes at the two farthest points on the floor. “Pllleasse, noooo,” she cried as she couldn’t hold back the tears that fell from her eyes.
“I told you that you’d be punished. Cooperate or it’ll be worse.” He took her hand. “Over here so I can get you into position.”
His touch was gentle as though they were lovers, but the device that was before her was something sinister. All the men looked at her as she walked over to it; their eyes stared at the gentle sway of her naked breasts and her long, almost-naked legs. The other men gathered in front of it while Lord William stopped her behind it.
Philip came over to help them, knowing it was easier if they did it fast before she could fathom how vulnerable she’d become. The leather straps were connected to iron bolts by thick rope. The men in front brought the straps closer to the center beam, ready to capture her wrists.
“Stand there, Bridget, and don’t move,” William warned her.
“Don’t do it, Bridget, don’t let them tie you up like me!” Liam yelled out the warning, but Bridget was frozen in the spot by fear. She was overpowered by four men and her father couldn’t do anything to stop them.
She looked down as if it were happening to someone else as Lord William and Dr. Philip knelt at her ankles. She felt their hands take possession of her ankles, grabbing them with one hand as she felt the cold leather straps encircle her ankles. They threaded the ends through the buckle until it grew tight, but not too tight, not like what they had done with the ropes they used on her arms. It wasn’t bad yet, she could move her legs. They moved over to the edge of the beams, and she saw them grab the end of the ropes, one on each side.
“We’re going to pull on the ropes, Bridget. You’ll have to spread your legs. Don’t fight it; it’ll do you no good.” William couldn’t stop the big smile on his face; he’d soon have her bound and spread for him.
The ropes pulled gently, so she shuffled her feet along the cold, hard floor. It was only a bit, then more, but they didn’t stop. They continued to pull on the rope as it yanked her ankles. Her legs spread wider, and she began to fear how far they would go. Her crotch began to open; her undergarment barely covered her, and she feared that they would open her legs too wide. “That’s enough,” she begged, but they didn’t stop. Even when she didn’t slide her feet, they continued to pull until she had to move by sheer force or fall. She didn’t think they’d ever stopped, her legs forced so wide that her crotch ached from being split up the middle. She never felt as vulnerable as she was now.
“All the way to the side beams. Really wide, you can do it.” William coaxed her until her legs were spread lewdly. He stared at her brief undergarment, barely able to contain her flesh. He tied off the rope and so did Philip. He stood up. His hand slid over her naked back, slippery with sweat. “Now, you’re going to have to reach over, Bridget; let me help you so you don’t fall.” Philip grabbed her other wrist, and they both pulled her arms forward until the two guards could grab them on the other side of the round bar that rose waist high. They began to pull her arms forward as William steadied her leaning body. She couldn’t do much with her legs bound except lean over the bar.
She felt the cold wooden bar touch her just about her hips but below her waist. They didn’t stop; Lord William urged her to lean over deeper as Bridget struggled not to fall. Two men pulled her arms out in front of her as they began to run the ropes through the rings on the floor in front of her.
“Get up a bit higher, so the bar doesn’t cut you up the middle,” William urged her to get higher onto her toes. “Yes, that’s it; now, we’re going to bend you over. Don’t worry; you wouldn’t fall. We’ll be finished in a minute.” The two men already secured the ropes to the rings and tied them tight. William and the other men stepped back to admire their handiwork. He stepped out of the way so Liam could see his daughter.
The blood rushed to her head as it was lower than the middle of her body. Her arms were spread like her legs, but they didn’t ache as much. The bar cut across her hips and forced her bottom to stick up. She could feel her undergarment pulled tightly across her buttocks.
Her heavy breasts hung down and swayed enticingly beneath her body. They were quite accessible. Her body was stretched, every muscle in her arms and legs were taut and bulging. Her shapely legs were spread wide; her thighs trembled from the enforced position. Her out-thrust buttocks were pushed up. As soon as William rid her of her undergarment, all of her virginal charms would be exposed. “Your daughter is a lovely creature, don’t you think, Liam?”
He picked up the riding crop and swiped his nuts before he could say a word. “Just watch, Liam; it’ll get interesting now. One more task to take care of, and then, Dr. Philip can work his magic on Bridget.”
She didn’t know what he meant, but she felt his hand on her naked back, but it didn’t stop there. It slid lower down, and she soon felt it on the swell of her buttocks. He began to caress her buttocks, making her clench them tight, but that did nothing to deter him. He explored her buttocks, gentle at first, but then, he began to pinch her buttocks, making her jerk up, but the ropes held her tight. It felt like her buttocks were bruised where he pinched her even after his fingers pulled away. His hand continued down her buttocks to touch her thighs. She couldn’t stop her thigh muscles from trembling as she tried to close her legs, but the ropes held her spread wide. It finally dawned on her that she’d lose her innocence before he was done with her. She began to sob softly. His fingers traced up her thighs and almost touched her sex, but then, they moved away. His hand moved back to her buttocks; this time, his finger was more determined to slide along her crack as she tried to clench her cheeks and protect her treasures, but it didn’t do any good. His finger traced up her crack and touched her in a place that shouldn’t be touched by any man.
William picked up a small knife. “Hold still so I don’t cut you by accident, but I need to get that undergarment off you.”
“No, not that; don’t make me naked!” Her voice rose loudly to protest, but she felt the prick of a knife on her buttock and then heard the shameful sound of the knife as it sliced throu
gh the fragile garment. It didn’t take long before she felt the tension come out of the garment, and then, his hands began to pull it away. She felt the last piece slide between her legs and rub harshly along her slit as he yanked it out. When his hand returned, she sobbed louder as he touched her naked buttocks. She saw the men go behind her, knowing they could see everything. Her body turned a bright red in shame, naked for the first time in front of men, strangers.
Now, her virginal body was completely exposed. The wide spread of her legs left her wide open. Her pussy opened up in spite of being a virgin, the puffy lips pulled back to reveal the shiny, pink inner skin. William imagined he could see inside the dark hole that was partially revealed. Her fine brown hair outlined her slit, and with her ass thrust up so high, everything was visible. Her full buttocks were clenched tight, but they could do little to hide her crack. Her crack rose until it got to a tiny, wrinkled brown hole nestled in a sea of white flesh. “Very nice, Bridget. We can see everything you have to offer.”
“Let me, then you can begin whipping her. I want her nice and sensitive.” Dr. Philip was ready to show her the pleasures she had missed.
“I feel bad; Bridget is naked, and we’re fully dressed.” William was eager to release his cock from his tight trousers.
“Please, cover me, please,” she begged, crying louder.
“I was thinking we might get naked, too, so you’ll feel comfortable.” His hands already began to undress.
It got worse as the four men began to take off their clothes. They almost ripped them off in haste. She tried to turn away, but Lord William yanked her hair up and forced her to look at them. The two soldiers were younger and muscular. They stripped off their shirts, and their chests bristled with rippling muscles. They pulled down their trousers, revealing they wore pouches that covered their genitals, but it could do little to cover them. The pouch bulged out, and although Bridget never saw a grown man’s organ, she never expected it to be that big or thick. Beneath their bulge were heavy sacks that hung down, bigger than the bulge on her father that they whipped. Lord William and the doctor were older, but they weren’t fat. They stripped off their clothes, and the men stood in front of her, their hands reached down and rubbed their hardness as if to tease her.