Lady in Bondage

by Powerone

  It was much worse than she had expected, her body cringing in each expectation of the next blow, the sound to her ears just as penetrating as the leather on her silky flesh. Her bottom was ablaze but it did little to deter Lord Roger. He began to work on her tender thighs, Lady Anna clutching the barrel between her thighs as if it were her lover. He kept moving closer to her quim, Lady Anna's body braced for the harsh touch of the leather on her most intimate flesh.

  "Very good Lady Anna. You take your punishment well,” he said, admiring the pink flesh of her bottom. He didn't fail to see the liquid pearls of her arousal on the tendrils of auburn hair of her bush. “Now for your quim M'Lady,” warning her of the impending target of his lust. He secured the crop in his hand tightly, wanting to be precise with the first blow. Lord Roger whipped her tender opening four times, each time the harsh leather slapped the puffy lips of her quim, slapping loudly against the flesh. Her body shook, but she refused to cry out to be spared the punishment. He took aim, striking the crop up her slit, pushing aside her whipped lips to attack the sensitive inner pink flesh of her quim. Each time he pulled the crop back, he noticed the dew soaking the tip. She might cry out in pain, but her body craved the arousal it brought. The crop visited her rosebud, slapping hard against the tiny brown hole, watching it clench and unclench uncontrollably after the crop visited it.

  The crop was everywhere, beating a path across her most intimate flesh, slashing hard into her wet slit, Lady Anna ashamed that Lord Roger knew her secret, her juices revealing her arousal. She thought she would accidentally have an orgasm when he struck deep between her slit, her body trembling as it sliced so close to her exposed pleasure button. She finally let out a scream when the crop attacked her bottomhole, Lady Anna unprepared though she should have expected it, men seemed to have affection for her bottomhole. It felt as though he was driving the crop inside her, Lady Anna unable to control her own muscles, her bottom going into a series of spasms as Lord Roger danced the crop from her quim to her bottomhole, Lady Anna never knowing precisely where it would strike next.

  For five minutes Lord Roger played the crop harshly over her body, visiting the most intimate flesh, the crop glistening with her juices as it struck her. She danced on the barrel, never letting loose the bars with her hands, her feet maintained in the stirrups, her bottom thrust up obscenely. Lord Roger's prick stood out hard and demanding, the lashing exciting him again, he needed relief again so quickly. He finally stopped, his hands caressing her whipped flesh softly, playing up and down her slit and crack, sliding easily along her slick flesh.

  He stopped as suddenly as he started, her body ablaze in pain, but also in pleasure. She needed the orgasm, she was on the edge, only needing the touch of the crop on her pleasure button to drive her over the edge. His hands touched her as a lover would do, not the person that just whipped her flesh. His fingers explored her body, Lady Anna ashamed at how wet she had become, but no longer caring, wanting the release that only Lord Roger could give her. “Take me Lord Roger. Make a woman out of me. Please!” She wanted to feel his prick inside her, ready to lose her maidenhood to him.

  Lord Roger needed no further encouragement, his prick hard as iron, his balls aching from the need for release. It had been a long time since he deflowered an innocent. “Stay where you are. I'll take you from behind for your first time. You'll be able to feel me deep inside you.” His hands roamed over her luscious cheeks, touching the pink skin where he had whipped her, enjoying the way her buttocks clenched from his touch. Lord Roger's fingers milked the fleshy lips of her vagina, teasing his fingers until he found her clitoris, lightly stroking and tickling the engorged button until Lady Anna whimpered for an orgasm. He rubbed and squeezed it without remorse, feeling the first tremors of her crisis beneath his masturbating fingers.

  Lady Anna was so close, but Lord Roger's fingers deserted her, turning her head to see Lord Roger taking his rigid prick in his hand, Lady Anna shuddering as she felt the thick head of his prick rub up and down her slit from behind. She knew he was gathering up her slick juices, feeling the head push between her lips until she felt them swallow up the thick head lovingly, adjusting his erection against her virgin hole. She felt tremendous pressure as it sought entrance to her maidenhood, a soft groan escaped from her lips as he began to breach her virgin passage. “Please be gentle M'Lord,” Lady Anna begged as she felt the stretching in her unused passage by his steely erection. She could only gasp loudly as Lord Roger gave a sharp jab with his hips, her hymen unable to stop the advance of his prick inside her. She felt her virginity tear, the sudden wetness as his thick prick sank unceremoniously inside her. She had never felt such a thing before, his flesh throbbing and jerking inside her like a tiny animal nibbling at her tender flesh. “Oh Lord Roger, you're so big,” she cooed with desire.

  Lord Roger could no longer contain his lust, breaching the virgin hole, his prick swallowed up into her hot, tight passage. He pulled out, her insides clenching onto his rigid erection until only the head was gripped. He thrust his hips, half of his prick buried inside her, her eager insides clutching his flesh. Each time he thrust in she would gasp in amazement, each time his erection would drive deeper into her body. Lord Roger grew impatient, his balls aching from lust, his prick clenched so tight that it felt like the head would burst. His body covered hers, kissing her back and shoulders, his hips in constant motion, his hands slipping underneath to grasp her breasts, teasing the hardened tips to points. He gave her a sudden staccato with his hips, pumping his erection into her as he reared back, his hands caressing her soft bottom cheeks. He stroked her anal cleft, running his fingers over the tiny wrinkled opening, another virgin hole that would succumb to his prick.

  Lady Anna wouldn't last much longer, losing all of her innocence to the lust that burned in her loins. Her innocent demur had changed to wanton lust, pumping her hips back and forth to meet the powerful thrusts of Lord Roger behind her. She wanted every thick inch of his hard erection, feeling the head caressing her tender insides with each thrust. His hands raced unopposed over her naked body, teasing and tickling her until one hand slid under to caress her swollen pleasure button. That was all she needed, tightening her thighs to trap the thick prick inside her, clenching and unclenching on his rigid flesh in uncontrollable lust. She began to shudder beneath him, feeling his prick grow inside her, jerking, the sudden rush of wetness inside her signaling his orgasm. She felt the tremendous pressure as he spurted his seed deep inside her, bathing her virgin passage with his precious fluid. “Take me Master Roger,” she screamed out in ecstasy, the orgasm racing through her untrained body. Her nipples swelled further, the pleasure racing to her brain as Lord Roger took her to a place she had never visited before. She was unable to control her lust, her insides clinging to his spewing prick, her once virgin passage soaked in his juices. He was pumping her hard, each time burying his prick deep inside her, each time letting lose another load of his seed. Even his finger trailing over her anus could do little to dampen the pleasure that swept over her body.

  Lord Roger threw back his head, screaming loudly as he came, his buttocks clenched tightly, his sphincter shut tight as the head of his prick banged against her cervix, spewing forth his cum into her once virgin body. Her insides clung to him possessively, he yanked hard to pull out, and then forcefully thrust back in to deliver a second load of cum into her waiting body. He clung to her body as he dumped his seed deep inside her, their sweat drenched bodies clinging to each other as the orgasms rolled over them. He finally slumped over her, his erection losing its hardness, only the sound of Lady Anna's heavy breathing in the room.

  She felt him pull out of her, the sudden rush of the juices running down her silky thighs. She could barely move, Lord Roger a gentlemen as he helped her off the barrel, his hand around her naked waist as he led her over to the couch. She gave no resistance when he laid her down on the cool leather, lying next to her until they were facing each other. He took her hand, placing it over his shrinki
ng prick. She felt it begin to stir, surprised, her fingers urging it hard. She looked at him, puzzled as his prick began to swell back to life.

  "It desires you Lady Anna. Your fingers work such magic on it. Imagine what your mouth could do for it.” Lord Roger smiled as her head knelt down, feeling her hot breath on his growing erection, her tongue licking it clean as it swelled in the hot confines of her mouth.

  She sucked his prick, not caring of the fluids that covered it, eager to please Lord Roger in any manner. Her cheeks hollowed in and out as she sucked him with enthusiasm, her fingers stroking his shaft and balls until his prick grew to full proportions. He took her again, this time his body covering hers, her pointed nipples pressed into his hairy chest, ordering her to clasp her legs around his buttocks, drawing his prick deep inside her. To encourage her to pump her cunt onto his prick, his finger nestled between her cheeks until he found her virgin anal bud. She gasped loudly, her hips shooting up to drive his prick so deep inside her that she thought he would drive it into her cervix, his finger impaling her soft rectum onto his thick finger, twisting and turning in her soft insides. It felt as if she were taken by two pricks, the twin shafts meeting deep inside her to give her a masochistic thrill. He took her for a long time, their sweat drenched bodies clinging to the leather, their hips never resting until they both came simultaneously for the second time.

  * * * *

  Jenna was waiting for Lord Michael when he came out, surprised that he came out alone. She had heard another visitor knocking at the door, but by the time she raced to see who it was he had already disappeared behind Lord Michael's door. She stepped out from behind the corner as Lord Michael appeared, finally gaining enough courage to confront him.

  Jenna stood in front of Lord Michael, her eyes lowered in deference to him. “Do I not please you Master?” She used the term Master in hopes that he would see her acceptance to his power over her.

  "Why do you say that Jenna?” His eyes took in the lush body of the girl that stood before him, her proud bosom heaving up and down as she spoke. She was the identical twin of Anna, the youthful body that graced the chair of the study each day, her broad posterior arched up in offering to the rod he took to it as punishment for past behavior.

  "I hear my Mother screaming out in pleasure each night you bed her down. My sister sobs in shame after leaving the library. She tells me that you make her spread her thighs for you as you take a rod to her tender quim and then your fingers force an orgasm from her untrained body that she has not even been able to achieve with her own fingers. I may not be as experienced as my Mother or as reluctant as my sister but I can more than make up for it with my eagerness."

  Lord Michael moved next to her, his hand slowly reaching out and cupping her full breast, watching her eyes as he fondled her openly. “Are you willing to do anything to please me Jenna?"

  "Yes, your Lordship. I willingly give you all of my virgin holes for your ravishment. I will strip naked so that you may beat my flesh. If only you will allow me to pleasure you."

  He felt her nipple rise to the occasion, pinching harder until he saw her lip curl in pain. Her hands hung at her sides, her fists clenched tightly as he twisted her fragile nipple. “Will you also allow my friends the honor of your lush body? I have a group of friends that enjoy flagellation. They would love to explore your naked body with various instruments. It is a fine line between pleasure and pain that you must be taught."

  She didn't expect that, to have to submit to others. Anna said that Lord Michael had used a rod on her naked quim. Not only did she submit to spreading her thighs so willingly so he might strike her in such a sensitive spot, she also had a climax from the combination of the pain of the rod and from the masterful fingers of Lord Michael. Could Jenna also feel the same pleasure? Would the humiliation of being stripped naked and her body whipped arouse her, especially if Lord Michael would also participate? “Would you also join them? Would I feel the blows that would come from your hands?"

  "I would be delighted to whip your lovely body, but you would have to offer up your most sensitive areas to me. Are you willing to thrust out your naked bosom so that I may whip your titties with a riding crop? Or to spread your thighs wide so that I can swing a cane up between the lush lips of your mound? Or to bend over, peeling back your cheeks until your bunghole is open to the sharp bite of a martinet?” His friends had not had a new lovely girl to whip in a long time. Jenna would be a delightful creature to indoctrinate into the perverse pleasures of flagellation.

  "If it will bring you pleasure Lord Michael, my body is yours to do as you please. And also to your friends. I will suffer the shame as they strip me naked, but I will allow it by knowing that it will bring you pleasure.” She only hoped that it would make him randy enough that he would want to put his hard weapon inside her. Her nipples ached, but she also felt an ache between her legs that only the flesh of his prick could make go away. The ivory dildo had failed to provide her with the true orgasm that she desired. But if that was the only way to feel the pleasure of the flesh of a real prick between her legs then so be it. “I will offer up my mouth to their rods and open my thighs to be pierced by their mighty weapons. I will even bend over and give them pleasure with my tiny anus, nipping at their thick members with my muscles. It will be a pleasure to allow you to watch my ravishment.” Her nipple hurt, but it was a delicious pleasure that swept over her body.

  Lord Michael's prick stirred with her submission. “Very well Jenna. Tomorrow night we will journey to a meeting of the Flagellation Society. Each member must bring a female guest for training. It is there you will be indoctrinated.” Just then a cry of lust came from the library, Lord Roger and Lady Anna both crying out in simultaneous pleasure as their orgasms overcame their bodies. “And like your sister, you will lose your innocence and be taught to pleasure any man.” He waited for a moment. “We will not tell your mother where you are going. She will soon learn of it, all of my women submit eventually."

  Jenna was left alone in the hallway, her thighs clenched tightly together, trying to staunch the flow of juices that ran from her loins. She had gotten what she wished for, now she hoped that it was what she really wanted. She would find out tomorrow night the true price she would pay for submission, going off to her room to masturbate, her mind racing of thoughts of tomorrow night. Flagellation Society, who were its members?

  CHAPTER 10

  Jenna Surrenders to the Flagellation Society

  Jenna had masturbated three times last night, each time forcing the ivory dildo between her thighs and each time clinging to the hard rod as if it were a real prick. She had an orgasm each time, but she was left wanting more. She desired to feel a man between her thighs. She barely said anything to Lord Michael, the carriage carrying them off to the mysterious location of the Flagellation Society. But she saw the way he looked at her, his eyes almost able to see through her clothes at her naked body. She wore a black dress, cut low in the front, her pale bosom in sharp contrast to the dark dress. A shiny silver cross lay in between her cleavage, drawing his eyes to her firm flesh. The dress was cut tightly across her hips, clinging to her bottom like a tight glove, feeling Lord Michael's eyes burning as they gazed at the gentle swing as she climbed into the carriage. But underneath the dress lay her secret, a white pair of stockings, a garter belt to hold them up, silk undergarments that were already wet with her desires. And a tight chemise that clung to her breasts, the silky material teasing her nipples into constant erection. She knew that she would be forced to strip naked in front of them, though she didn't know who “them” were or how many of “them” there were. She would at least entice them before she would have to be completely bare.

  The carriage sounds turned different, the horse's feet clumping on wood. She heard the driver stopping the horses, the carriage moving as he got down, the door opening to the cold night air. She smelled it before she saw it, the smell of the sea. She got out of the carriage, the driver looking at her as he helped her do
wn. Did he know why she was coming here? She began to blush. She stepped onto the dock, the full moon shining brightly on the large ship tied up to the dock. Lord Michael got out of the carriage behind her, his hand around her waist drawing her towards the gangplank of the ship. “Is it here?"

  "Yes, the Captain of this ship is one of our members. Each time a different member hosts the event in a place of their choosing. The ship's cargo hold will be the site for this night.” Lord Michael could feel her body trembling, afraid she would flee if he released her waist. “Are you changing your mind?” He didn't want to force her. She would have to submit on her own accord. He had been ignoring Jenna since Lord Henry's death. She had a different personality than Anna, more willing to try new things, including sexual experimentation. He wanted her to beg to be taken. He also knew one of her secrets, which would be revealed in a short while.

  "No Lord Michael.” While very nervous, she was never more serious about her desire to please Lord Michael. Please him sexually. Anna had come into her room last night, confessing to what happened in the library with Lord Roger. Including the loss of her innocence to him. Jenna didn't think Anna had it in her, but she seemed happy at her new found acceptance. And that inspired Jenna to indulge her own fantasies. She looked around, the dock filling with carriages, men escorting ladies over to the gangplank, all of them elegantly dressed, their coiffures perfect. Some were older, her Mother's age, but many were young girls the same age as Jenna or a bit older. She began to recognize some of women and almost all of the men. They were all the upper crust of society, the privileged class and this was one of their many dark secrets that few spoke about.

  They got to the top of the gangplank, the Captain of the ship waiting for them. “Good evening Lord Michael. A lovely night for such festivities don't you think?"