by Powerone
Henry watched as she ate, but his eyes were on her naked breasts and long legs. She wore a brief cloth wrapped around her like a skirt, but it barely covered her crotch, which he knew she was naked beneath it. His cock was hard, but he knew he didn’t dare touch her. He heard a noise, turned toward the door and saw her. He got up instantly, trying to hide his erection from her as he addressed her.
“You shouldn’t be down here, m’lady.” Lord William would be angry with Henry that his wife had seen the dungeon. He tried to shield the woman from her view.
“I know about my husband’s dungeon and what goes on in them. Who is she?”
“Her name is Bridget. Her father was the lord here.”
Alistair saw that she was beautiful, but she had suffered since she was brought here. “Clean her up for me. I’ll change my clothes. When I come back, I expect to find her hanging from her wrists in the other room.” She stared at Henry, wanting no doubt in his mind that she was in charge.
“Yes, m’lady. I’ll take care of it. Would you like for me to stay?” He didn’t want to leave her down here alone with the woman, though she could probably handle herself if needed.
“No, I’ll be okay. I’ve done this before, so I’ll know how to handle her.” She was glad she packed her special items, hidden from her ladies. She left, eager to return.
Henry gave Bridget a basin of water and a cloth. “Clean yourself up. If you give the lady any trouble, you’ll suffer the same fate as your father,” he warned her.
Bridget never saw her father again and hated them for what they did, but she couldn’t do anything now to get her revenge. She’d been down her for weeks now, at least Lord William was gone, and no one had touched her. “Who is she?”
“She’s Lord William’s wife. If you harm her, Lord William will make sure your death is long and painful. Hurry up; she’ll be back soon.”
Alastair wore a coat over her dress so no one would see it. She held the velvet bag in her hand. She went directly to the dungeon, and when she went down, she saw that Henry was gone, but she was greeted by a beautiful sight to behold. Bridget hung by wrists in the center of the room. Her wrists were bound with rope, and a hook on the chain that came from the ceiling pulled her arms up high. Henry had done a good job; she was on her toes, her young body drawn taut. Her full breasts stood up proudly and were capped with big nipples that were surrounded by dark-brown areolas. The short skirt she wore barely covered her crotch now that she was on her toes.
Bridget saw her as she took off her coat. Beneath it was a dress, but nothing like she’d ever seen before. It was made of leather, and it clung to her body like a second skin. She was older than Bridget, but she still kept her figure. Her cleavage was revealed by the low-cut dress, and it was short by every standard, high above her knees. The leather skirt clung to her buttocks and full hips. She saw a bag in her hand, but the woman put it on a table. She feared that, knowing that Lord William and Dr. Philip had strange instruments that shamed her. Bridge didn’t know what she wanted.
“You are a very lovely woman, Bridget.” Alastair moved next to her. Her hand reached out and touched her belly, drawn tight by the position she was bound in. She felt her try to move away, but she dangled precariously on her toes and couldn’t escape. Alastair began to explore her body with her hand, moving up to cup one of her breasts, and her finger sought out her nipple. It didn’t take much to make it grow hard and throbbing.
“Please, don’t do that; you shouldn’t,” Bridget cried out as she felt another woman touch her as a man would do. She shivered in fear when her soft fingers plucked at her nipple and Bridget struggled not to grow aroused from the touch, but she failed. Her nipple tingled with unexpected pleasure. The hands became more demanding, fondling both of Bridget’s breasts and plucking her nipples to such hardness. She grew confused as Alastair moved closer and rubbed her leather-clad body against her.
Alastair loved the feel of her body, no wonder William kept her. Her breasts were so firm, and she grew aroused with such ease. Did William make her cum for him? Her hands went to Bridget’s waist, and it didn’t take much to rid her of the tiny strip of cloth that hid the rest of her body. It fell to the floor, and Alastair admired her naked body. She turned Bridget around until her firm, plump butt was revealed. “Did William take you here?” Her hand slid between her cheeks and found her anus, slightly swollen. “Of course he did; he loves to do that.” Alastair would never let William do that to her, that is why he needed his dungeon to get out his perverted lust.
Bridget was spun around and hands fondled her in all the places that shouldn’t be touched by another woman. Her fingers ran over her mound, tickling the fine hairs, and then, her fingers became persistent and sought out her lips. It was shameful to be touched that way, but Bridget was at her mercy. Soft fingers stroked her, and Bridget struggled and lost the battle to hide her arousal. The fingers knew just the right places to touch, just as Dr. Philip had known.
“Oh, you grow so wet, Bridget. Such a naughty girl. You must be punished.”
Bridget couldn’t help it; she’d done it to her. She looked at what Alistair took out of the mysterious bag. She’d never seen anything like it before. She had two long, narrow pincers. They were made of gold, but they had small pearls embedded in them. They looked like beautiful jewelry, but Bridget was confused as to where they were worn. The hand moved one of the pincers to her nipple, as Bridget looked down as her nipple, already roused to greater hardness. It took a second for it to dawn on her, but the moment the cold gold touched her nipple, she knew. The pincher spread around her nipple as it opened up and soon slid over the hardened tips. It was released, and Bridget cried out. She looked down at her nipple, the tip swollen and red with trapped blood, as the cruel pincher bit painfully into the sensitive flesh around her nipple.
When Alastair released the pincer, the weight of the pearls and gold dragged it down, misshaping her beautiful breast and nipple. Alastair went to work on the other one and soon had both of Bridget’s firm breasts hanging down by the nipples.
Bridget bit her lip in pain, her nipples trapped painfully in the evil devices as if they were vises. “Please, that hurts,” she cried out, but fingers returned to her nipples and teased them to greater hardness, running over the end back and forth with sharp fingernails. It made the pain of her trapped flesh more painful.
“I have one more, Bridget. Where should I put that one?” The next one was slimmer at the end, but the opposite end had more pearls encrusted in it for greater weight. It was built to yank harder on the trapped flesh.
Bridget felt the finger run up her slit once again, rubbing her pleasure button, and it dawned on her. “No, not there, that’s cruel,” she cried out but couldn’t do anything to stop her pleasure button from growing harder and bigger, an easy target.
“Of course it is, Bridget, that’s why I do it.” Alastair had to kneel down and use two hands. She peeled apart her thick lips to reveal her pleasure button. A sharp nail ran over the very tip sliced the delicate nub, but instead of making it shrink, it grew harder and tender. Alastair began to slide the pincer over the throbbing nub; this time, she made sure the pincer went further down to trap it tighter. Alastair dropped it suddenly so that she got the maximum reaction from it.
“OOOOWW!” It felt like her pleasure button was ripped from her body. It was crushed in the pincer, but it got worse when the heavy pincher fell from her hands. It pulled on her pleasure button, stretching it as the pincer hung and swayed between her legs. Bridget’s body froze as it swung back and forth. But that didn’t do any good; it was snapped by the woman’s fingers to make it dance once again, igniting the pain in Bridget’s pleasure button. Then, her nipples were snapped until Bridget danced in pain.
Alastair played with her body and even used the slim ivory dildo in her ass. Bridget took it as well as could be expected, but Alastair ignited the pain of the pincers as she reamed her ass.
It was time for Alastair to get her pl
easure. She took Bridget’s bound wrists off the chain but left her bound. She brought her over to the bed and soon had her stretched out with her arms bound high over her head. It pushed her breasts out. The pincers were still attached. Alastair stripped off her clothes. She pushed apart Bridget’s legs and climbed between them, her body poised above her. “We’re going to rub up against each other. While it will be a little uncomfortable for me with the pincers rubbing me, I suspect that I’ll get more pleasure than pain from it. But, I don’t think that’ll be the case with you. If William trained you well, maybe you’ll cum, but for sure, I will.”
Alastair laid her body on top of Bridget. She felt the pincers rub her nipples to the same hardness, but then, she felt the pincher between her legs. She could feel the pearls on the pincer touch her in places that loved the feel of the tiny pearl knobs. Alastair moved slowly, letting the pleasure build up in her body. Bridget cried out beneath her, but that only made Alastair’s pleasure build higher. Soon, her pussy flooded Bridget, and Alastair’s movements became more vigorous. Bridget’s cries grew louder as Alastair pushed down on her pussy with all her weight, trapping the pincher between the soft folds of Bridget’s pussy to rub it harshly. “Yes, can you cum with me, Bridget?” Alastair humped urgently as the pleasure built up in her body until she couldn’t control it any longer. She came explosively, always enjoying the pleasure of another woman instead of taking the brutal thrusts of a man’s organ inside her.
When Alastair was finished, she put Bridget back in her cell. Without warning, she ripped the pincers off Bridget’s nipples as she squealed in pain when the pounding blood rushed back into the tips. Bridget begged when Alastair’s fingers gripped the pincer on her pleasure button but Alastair ripped it off harder.
Bridget thought her nipples were ripped from her body, looking down to see if they were still there and bleeding, but they were still intact. Her pleasure button was crushed and ripped when the pincer was yanked off harshly. She didn’t know whether she’d ever feel pleasure again.
Chapter 12
His Prey’s Wife Brings Such Pleasure
As soon as the ship got underway, William went back into the hold. Orla’s naked body was bound tight, her flesh perspiring from the heat. She cried in abject terror when she saw the men enter the room. Three men, naked to their waist entered the dungeon. One was the leader, William, which had taken her so ruthlessly.
Caitlin was damp with sweat, her dress stuck to her body, and she felt her undergarments press harshly between the grooves of her buttocks. Her legs were now spread wide and bound, unable to do anything about it. At least she still had her clothes on.
Elan shook in fear when she saw the men enter; their trousers bulged with huge erections. She saw the way they took Orla, even driving their member into her backside. It was such a perverted act, and she feared that her virgin body would be subjected to the same perverse pleasures.
William went over to Caitlin. “I’m going to enjoy the pleasures of your body like your husband, but I suspect I’ll teach you something new.” He turned to Vital and Geoffrey. “Prepare her for me.”
Caitlin tried to struggle before they unshackled her, but the two men were strong. They dragged her over to the center of the room, and she saw the four chains dangle from the ceiling, each with leather cuffs at their ends.
Vital and Geoffrey easily overpowered the weeping woman, and it didn’t take long before they had the leather cuffs engaged on her wrists and ankles. Vital moved back and began to work the chains while Geoffrey was ready to cushion her fall. First, her arms were raised up by sheer force, but not too high, only waist high. Then, it was her ankles, and this is where Geoffrey cradled her body as he laid her back until the slack on her wrists were taken off. One leg slowly rose up as she tried to hop on one foot, but soon, Vital tugged on the other chain, and she cried out as her body began to hang in mid-air.
Caitlin felt her body suspended in the air, but it was the tug on her limbs that distressed her. She was stretched out to the extreme, her arms and legs spread wide at the level of the two men’s waists. She was face down, her body sagged slightly, the chains so tight that it left her immobilized. Both men stepped back as the evil William walked up to her.
William went to work on her clothing. He grabbed the bodice of her gown and ripped it with such ease. Her full, naked breasts spilled free to dangle so nicely. His cock grew in pleasure as he ripped the rest of the gown from her body. Soon, most of her white flesh was revealed, covered only by the immodest underwear she wore. He licked his lips as he tore the fragile garment until it lay in rags beneath her and he kicked it away.
Caitlin cried out and begged for mercy as she was stripped naked in front of the three men.
William looked at her firm, young breasts, capped with pink nipples and surrounded by dark-brown areolas. He saw the gentle swell of her buttocks, two luscious ovals, split by the sinuous, shadowy cleft of her behind. They were pulled apart and revealed a tiny, wrinkled, brown hole that winked in confusion. He walked between her widely spread legs to gaze at the red soft fleece that barely covered her delicate cunt.
Vital and Geoffrey quickly brought over a square, wooden block set on creaking wheels. The surface of it was lined with tiny metal spikes of different heights. Each tip of the sharp spikes glistened from the light of the torches. They would cause implacable suffering if they found soft, female flesh. The chains rose up higher as the block slid beneath her. When it stopped, the chains creaked again as Caitlin was lowered toward them. They didn’t stop until her body hung precariously close.
William watched at Caitlin sucked in her stomach and her thighs tightened as she tried to shrink back from the spikes. Caitlin cried out in desperation. “Please, don’t hurt me. What have I done to deserve this?”
William rubbed his cock when he saw her contracting muscles ripple along her white buttocks as she struggled to stay away from the spikes. She arched her back, slick with shiny sweat, and her lovely breasts hung down in front of her. Her breasts hung free in front of the wooden block so that the tender globes could be subjected to fingers, mouths or a whip if necessary.
Vital grabbed the locks of her fine red hair and pulled forward until it hung down in front of her. Geoffrey moved behind her, and his fingers ran over the sinewy muscles of her legs. His fingers ran unopposed along her flesh and rubbed the soft flesh behind her knees. “Such fine skin, soft and supple.” His gloved hands ran over the thighs and calves as she struggled and flinched beneath his touch.
William joined in to explore the flesh open to him. His long, bony fingers palpated the spastic, naked flesh of her twin hemispheres, trying to contract to keep his gaze from the secretive, rosy orifice that lay between the twin peaks. He passed his finger through the sweat-drenched crack, not stopping on the spastic, clenching hole snuggled between them but passing lower down until his fingers sought out the pink rim of her cunt and the delicate red hairs that surrounded it. He heard her gasping cries as she struggled, when he slowly fingered the tight hole.
His hands and fingers took such liberties with her naked body, touching her in places that only her husband should and in some places that should never be touched. His hand pulled away from her pussy, but it slid up her side, and she soon felt the foul touch of his fingers caress the side of her panting, bosom. He touched her everywhere, even her face as his fingers left a foul taste in her mouth, as they circled her pink lips.
William stood back as he took off his trousers. Vital and Geoffrey joined him, hoping that they’d get pleasure from this tart. He stood in front of her, grabbing her by her red hair and yanking her head up until she stared at his throbbing erection. “Beg me to fuck you, Caitlin.” His twisted his hands in her hair until tears came from her eyes.
“Never will I ask you to soil me with your foul seed,” she defiantly said, but she feared what he’d do to her.
“Just as I expected and wished for, Caitlin.” Vital was ready and handed him the birch rod. William sl
ashed it through the air, and it whistled loudly. “Save your voice, Caitlin. I’m going to start on that plumb backside of yours. I hate to mar that fair white skin, but you’ll soon beg for my organ inside you, so you can give me my pleasure.”
William didn’t need another excuse. He brought the birch rod down on the right glove of her buttocks with such power. The rod whistled in the air, and then, it hit the soft flesh with a thick thud. A shriek of pain ran out from Caitlin as her naked body jerked and writhed, struggling to escape the sharp points beneath her. She didn’t have time to catch her breath before a second lash struck her other buttock, her face contorted in pain, her fingers twisted as she jerked in the leather cuffs that bound her limbs. Tears fell from her eyes as she sobbed and cried.
William grabbed her hair and yanked her head up high. He cupped her chin as he crushed her panting mouth with his to savor her agonizing kiss as he struck her buttocks once again. He caught her scream in his lips. His cock jumped excitedly in perverse pleasure.
Geoffrey raced to squat beneath Caitlin’s dangling, fine, round tits as William moved away from her head. He used his thumbs and forefingers to tweak the soft nipples as he cunningly tightened his grip on the sensitive tips as William laid the rod on her clenching buttocks once again.
Caitlin cried out as the rod continued to beat her flesh, but she refused to give up her prize to these cruel men.
William grew impatient, wanting to plant his erection in her body. He raised the birch rod up high, but this time, he swung it so it bit into the groove of her buttocks. He got the desired result as the rod struck her undefended anus with such force.