Duchess, Bound

by Kane, Lacey

  “Come, pet,” he commanded.

  Standing without support after such a long time being bound was far from easy, and walking was even more difficult after all that had taken place between her legs in the last day, but she somehow managed to follow him to the dining room. With each step, she passed by more of the servants who ogled her, eyeing the drying semen on her gown, staring at the reddened marks from the floggers and hands that had assaulted her.

  It took every shred of dignity she could muster to continue after Bexley, but she did.

  Master was not there, and so she dined alone. At least this meant she could eat without something to distract her, apart from the overall aches of her body, the constant state of arousal, and the fact that she was wearing nothing but a sheer scrap of fabric while four footmen watched her every move.

  After her meal, Haines returned her to the master chamber. Still, her master was not there. Haines informed her she was to nap so she could be well rested for later—and that Master had stipulated the manner in which she was to be tied to the bed.

  She let the footman remove her thin gown, and then he stacked pillows in the middle of the bed, somewhat closer to the foot than the head. He placed her face down with her abdomen over the pillows, and then used the soft rope to connect her wrists to the headboard.

  He took a cloth from the bedside table and tied it around her head, covering her eyes completely. She was left thoroughly in the dark. Then his hands pinched her nose closed, and when she opened her mouth for air, he shoved cloth deep inside and secured it behind her head as well.

  Jocelyn thought—or perhaps hoped—that he would be finished there, but he was not. He then took each of her ankles in turn, stretching her legs up and out, and tied them to the posts at the foot of the bed until she was almost in a split.

  Surely he was done then.

  But still, he was not.

  He knelt between her wide legs and pressed something cold and hard and almost as wide as Master’s manhood into her cunny, moving it in and out rapidly. “Coating it so it’ll go in your arse easy.”

  That pronouncement had her moaning into her gag and tensing in fear. She’d had as many as three large fingers pressed inside her there at one time, and that had been painful enough. This was significantly larger than three combined fingers, though—almost as large and wide as Master’s cock—and whatever it was, it didn’t bend or shift at all.

  Haines started with his fingers, pumping them in her nether hole like he was mating her. Already, it felt stretched to the point of ripping, and it stung. She tried to wriggle free, but it was useless. There was nowhere she could go.

  After a few minutes, he removed his fingers and pressed the other object against her hole, slowly working it inside her. The entire time he was working the object into her bum, he was rubbing hard on her button.

  And then it stopped.

  Haines climbed from the bed. “Sleep now, pet.”

  She heard his footsteps trailing off into the distance, but she did not hear the door close.

  Jocelyn tried to sleep, but it was not the easiest thing to do when tied as she was with some random protrusion forced unnaturally into her anus. If she moved even the slightest bit, it shifted within her and felt as though it was moving deeper.

  All sense of time left her, but she had not slept a wink when more footsteps echoed, moving toward her. Whoever had joined her did not bother to introduce himself before he knelt between her legs, causing the bed to dip. His hands went straight to the object inside her bottom, and he moved it in a mating rhythm within her. Each time he pressed it back inside, it went deeper, spreading her open wider, filling her more than she’d ever imagined possible.

  Jocelyn couldn’t stop herself from moaning, though she couldn’t decide if her moans were more from pleasure or pain—and that left her reeling. How could she possibly experience pleasure in this situation?

  He pressed the object in farther than it had gone before and nestled it deep within her behind. And then the man climbed down from the bed. Was that all he’d come to do? She listened for sounds which might give her a hint as to what would happen next, but heard nothing recognizable.

  By the time she did hear something she recognized, it didn’t matter anyway.

  The whoosh of a flogger flew through the air moments before the falls landed upon her bottom. Over and over again, it struck her cheeks, the backs of her thighs, her back, never slowing long enough for her to stop screaming into her gag.

  So many tears fell from her eyes that her blindfold was drenched and a wet spot formed beneath her head, and still the blows kept landing upon her.

  Then just as suddenly as it started, it stopped. Footsteps moved to the side of the bed. The flogger swung again, and the falls struck her buttocks before twisting around to land against her vagina. Again and again, he struck her. Were she able to speak, she would have been willing to beg Master for anything if only this torture against her sex would stop.

  When it finally did, he roughly untied the gag, pulled the cloth free from her mouth, and shoved his member in to replace it.

  This was certainly not Master, that much she knew. He had thrust himself in her mouth enough times she knew the feel and taste of him—the smooth, hard ridges, how the mushroom-like head felt pressing against the back of her throat, the unique musky flavor. This man was equally as large, but his taste was more pungent and far more hair covered him.

  As he forced his way to the back of her throat, his hairs scraped against her lips and tickled her tongue, and Jocelyn feared she might choke on him because of the sensation.

  He gripped her hair and pressed hard against the base of her skull at the same time as he rocked his hips. She gurgled and struggled for air, but he paid her struggles no heed. In and out, in and out, over and over again until, finally, he swelled and filled her mouth with stream upon stream of his bitter seed.

  Jocelyn took care to clean every bit of it from his softening staff. When she’d finished, he gripped her hair again and forced some water into her mouth. She swallowed that greedily as well. And then he returned the gag to her mouth, tying it tighter than it had been before.

  Again, the echo of footsteps rang out in the hall, and still she had no idea who had just ravished her mouth.

  What seemed to be a great deal of time passed in silence. In her exhaustion from her treatment, eventually, she fell asleep—only to awaken when something hard slapped down with ferocious intent against her bottom, driving the object in as deep as it could possibly go.

  Truly, Gabriel loved to hear Jocelyn scream. He doubted if he heard it every day for a century he’d ever grow tired of it.

  The fact that he was causing her current screams only increased his enjoyment of the sound tenfold. “Yes, my pet. Scream for me.” He pulled back his arm and swung again, landing the paddle squarely over the wooden dildo forced deep into her porthole.

  In the hours since he’d left her, Gabriel had enlisted the aid of three different maids to suck on his cock, ensuring he’d be hard and able to perform the act of darkness upon his sweet Jocelyn yet another time.

  Watching Deringer screw sweet Jessie repeatedly while they did so certainly hadn’t hurt matters any. After riding Hell’s Bitch for well over three hours instead of the two ordered—Deringer claimed he’d lost track of time—Jessie’s gash and posterior had to have been fully aflame. The groom had held nothing back in his quest to provide her with her just rewards for taking her punishment so well, mounting her on the floor of the stables so hard she had minor scrapes and burns from being pushed across the unforgiving earth. Deringer had started Jessie on her back with both ankles up around her head while he had at her twat. After she’d had two orgasms, he flipped her onto her knees, shoved her face and shoulders down onto the ground, and plugged her in the arse until he spilled himself inside her.

  Such a performance had so pleased Gabriel that he’d felt inclined to reward Deringer. He’d sent the groom up to flog Jocelyn and fu
ck her mouth. Meanwhile, he kept Jessie in the stables, doing the same to her only not granting her the honor of his seed.

  Those events had left Gabriel hard and ready, so of course he’d sought out his pet.

  He paddled her again, relishing the way she wiggled her backside, as though she could possibly get away. After another strike, her hinder parts were deliciously rosy and warm, and spread wide by the dildo. He gave her one more for good measure, and then pressed his cock all the way into her twat.

  The dildo in her arse made her tighter even than normal, pressing deliciously against his blade with each thrust. Gabriel wasted no time, not that he could have held on very long after how many times he’d already spent himself in the last day, spilling his ejaculate only a few minutes after he’d started pumping her.

  It certainly had not given Jocelyn the opportunity to release. While he loved watching her find her ease, he intended to prevent such an occurrence from taking place again until he was sodomizing her. He’d keep her fully at the brink, but not let her crash over the edge.

  After she cleaned him, Gabriel removed the dildo from her arse and then removed her bindings. He carried her down to the dining room for their evening meal, and was pleased to see that she ate more properly than she had before.

  Then he took her back to the Great Hall and kept her on his lap, toying with her tits and cunt while they watched Palmer reward a maid for her day’s service. When Palmer tortured the maid’s teats in much the same manner as Gabriel had tortured Jocelyn’s last night, a fresh wave of moisture met Gabriel’s hand between his pet’s thighs.

  That night, instead of tying her down in his bed, he tied Jocelyn to the settee. He pulled both of her arms behind the back and attached them with soft rope to an armoire. Then he pulled her forward, so that her bum was hanging just slightly over the edge of the cushion, and spread both legs wide, tying her ankles to the legs of the piece. Each time he awoke, he knelt to the floor between her legs and tortured her furrow, making her scream and beg him to continue the torture.

  One time, he used his teeth to attack her nubbin for almost twenty minutes straight. The next time, he took a larger wooden dildo than he’d used in her porthole and ground it into her over and over again, hard and fast and furious. Yet another time, he rang for a maid to bring up a bowl of phallus-shaped vegetables, and he thrust them inside her one at a time, fucking her with them until she begged him to stop and then forcing her to eat them…and then repeating the process until he had no more vegetables and she was a shuddering, begging mess.

  Each of their days passed in similar fashion, with his servants bathing and warming her up for the day’s attentions before Gabriel took over. Sometimes, he let her watch either punishments or rewards for the maids. Other times, Jocelyn was punished for something she’d done—or hadn’t done, as the case may be. At still other moments, he tied her up and punished her for no reason at all, other than the fact that she must learn he was her master in every way, and could do with her as he pleased.

  She was learning well.

  Then at night, he would restrain her in some new way, allowing him ease of access to torture her gash, her arse, her teats—whichever struck his fancy on that particular night.

  In seemingly no time at all, she was like clay in his hands. While she still despised pain at first, it was taking less and less time for the pain to become pleasurable for her. While she still loathed to have anything in her posterior, she was accepting larger instruments with greater ease.

  And all of this was taking place while he took her to the brink of release so many times he’d lost count, but always stopped before she crossed that line. Jocelyn was nearly frantic in her need to spend.

  So one morning, close to a week after their arrival at Blackthorne Manor, Gabriel decided the time had finally arrived. His decision was only made easier by Montfort’s unexpected arrival at the manor.

  Bexley escorted the seemingly jovial earl into Gabriel’s study. It was a singular gift Montfort possessed—to the outside world, he presented the image of an always content, laughing, good-natured peer of the realm, always ready to share a good time. Yet when he stepped inside the confines of Blackthorne Manor or one of the other such houses, all the smiling, laughing façade was stripped away, leaving a savage degenerate without compare.

  Gabriel was always glad to see the man, though he did not expect him for more than a week yet. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your arrival?” he asked, rising to clap his friend upon the back.

  Montfort smiled, but not with the smile for the outside world—it was more of a leer, with his cruel lips pursed together and one corner of them tipping upward, and a gleam in his gray eyes full of wicked intent. “I had a few things commissioned for this summer, and thought I’d bring them in early—see if we could test them and be sure they operate properly.” He sat in one of the high-backed, leather lined chairs near the hearth. “I’ve got your men taking them into the Great Hall. Do you have anyone we might test them upon?”

  Of course, he already knew what Gabriel’s response would be. There was no reason to ask.

  They spent the next little while discussing what these new implements were, what they were designed to do—and upon whom they might begin their trials. Bexley returned a bit later to inform them that all of the new pieces had been carried in and installed. Since Haines and his team were still occupied with Jocelyn’s bathing ritual—he’d just this morning added a dildo to a belt and instructed Clarisse to place it around her waist poke his pet during the fucking they place her in the midst of—Gabriel saw no reason to delay inspecting Montfort’s new implements.

  And what delightful implements they were. Posts high overhead with chains coming down, which could keep a maid dangling in any number of positions while they performed all sorts of perverse delights upon her. Cages which would force a maid into perfect position to fuck any or all of her holes. Wooden contraptions with strategically placed shackles, which could be used for fucking or whipping or spanking, or really anything at all. Wooden dildos on the ends of long rods with bases to steady them upon the floor. And, of course, a myriad of floggers, canes, rods, crops, and the like.

  Gabriel’s mind swam with possibilities.

  Erroll remained in the Great Hall, making certain each of the posts were grounded well enough to withstand whatever use they might be put through. Gabriel turned to him. “Select two maids in need of punishment and bring them in. Also, bring another footman with you.”

  The footman bowed briefly. “Right away, Your Grace.” He tightened a final pulley and then left, just as Haines brought Jocelyn in from her morning ablutions.

  She stopped short just upon entering the Great Hall, eyeing the newest additions to the room warily. Then her gaze landed upon Montfort, and Gabriel felt a small twinge of pride that she did not attempt to bolt from the room like a frightened bunny.

  “Come, pet.”

  To her credit, Jocelyn came to stand before him without delay. In greeting, he took both teats between his thumbs and forefingers, twisting and lifting her up by them until she rose onto her toes, struggling to maintain her balance. The musk of her aroused pussy wafted up to him, a scent he’d never in his life tire of.

  “Lord Montfort would like to inspect you. You may call him Lord as you call me Master, and you are to remain perfectly still and silent during his inspection.” Gabriel maintained his grip on her tits while Montfort explored her body.

  The earl fucked both her cunt and her bum with his fingers, and Jocelyn wobbled about on her toes. That caused more pressure everywhere, so she quickly righted herself. Montfort, cruel bastard that he was, chose to make the task more difficult for her.

  He lifted her left leg into the air until her ankle was level with their shoulders, and she was only supported by Gabriel’s grip on her teats and the toes of her right foot. “Keep that up high. Don’t let it fall, or I’ll give you a punishment you won’t soon forget.”

  Jocelyn’s blue eyes widened
and filled with tears, but she wisely held her tongue and gripped her ankle with one arm, pulling it close to her head.

  “While he’s here,” Gabriel said, so that she would fully understand her predicament, “Montfort has authority over you equal to my own. He may fuck you. He may whip and flog and beat you. He may order the staff to do things to you. He may tie you up. Anything he wishes. You are to respond to him as you would to me, with absolute immediacy and obedience. Am I understood?”

  During his entire speech, a steady stream of tears had been spilling down her cheeks and she’d been literally biting her tongue to keep from calling out. Montfort was now on his knees with his head shoved up against Jocelyn’s well-fucked twat while he spanked her buttocks and thighs repeatedly with both hands. Knowing Montfort as he did, Gabriel was certain that teeth were being used far more than lips or tongue.

  “Yes, Master,” she mumbled, never removing her eyes from Gabriel’s.

  Montfort let out an animalistic growl, and then he lifted her right leg over his shoulder. She gasped and frantically reached for Gabriel’s shoulder with her right hand, but still an inordinate amount of pressure was placed upon those glorious breasts in an effort to support her while Montfort ravaged her cunt.

  Jocelyn was a shuddering, sobbing mess when Erroll returned with Gwen, Mariah, and North—easily the largest, brawniest of the footmen on Gabriel’s staff, with a sword to match the size he had elsewhere.

  “Excellent selections,” Gabriel said. Both maids had recently been given sincere rewards, so it would do them well to be punished. “Erroll, place Mariah onto the horse-shaped device over there, and then put Gwen in the cage.”