Lady in Bondage

by Powerone

  He felt the heat in her cheeks, the skin now a dark red. Much more and she wouldn't be able to sit for a week. He intended on visiting her love grotto today and didn't want her unable to accommodate him on her back, though tenderness would incite her to give him a nice ride. He put the paddle down, picking up a riding crop, the tip over two inches wide. “Very well Lady Jenna. I will spare your bottom any further punishment.” He swung the crop through the air. “Turn over onto your back.” She obeyed, biting her lips as she put her punished cheeks on the hard bench. Her legs were together, hiding her treasures. He moved to the other end of the bench, near her head. “Draw your legs up Lady Jenna with your hands.” He helped her, her arms curling beneath her knees and drawing them up, Captain William helping her until her legs were high over her head, her taut cheeks exposed as well as her anal cleft. “Good girl, now spread your legs open. I want to see all of your luscious glory."

  She was on her back, her legs drawn over her head obscenely, her reddened cheeks revealed to the eyes of the Society. And now came his obscene request, forced to spread her legs like a wanton hussy, Captain William forcing them open and to the sides until they lay almost pinned to her ears, her hands holding her mound open for all to see. She looked down, her lush lips pulled back, her pink insides glowing with her arousal. Even her pleasure button was exposed, Lady Jenna unable to explain how large it was, the tip pulsating with blood. She feared the riding crop in Captain William's hand, her love nest sure to bear the brunt of the lash.

  Captain William could almost see inside her virgin hole, the dark mysterious hole pulled back to expose it to the harsh light. It would barely contain his finger, never mind his proud weapon, but that would not stop him from deflowering her, sure that her cries of surprise when he entered her would only inspire him. She looked up at him with wide eyes pleading for leniency, but he only had lust, her spread body leaving her open and vulnerable to the riding crop that his hand wielded. The first lash caught her on the inside of one thigh, touching so close to where her thighs met her body, finding the soft skin revealed by her obscene position. She jerked in pain, biting her lips as she tried to contain her scream, the crop visiting the other side with equal vigor. He caught her by surprise, the crop not hitting her sex, but lashing out to slap across her swollen nipples and areolas, her breast swinging back and forth in erotic delight. He caught the other nipple, watching them swell with the bite of the crop.

  Her juices flooded her body as he struck so close to her sex, slapping near her lips without quite touching it. Then the sudden pain laced through her chest. He had slapped her nipple with the harsh bite of the leather crop, slapping the swollen bud with such a force that her breast swayed back and forth on her chest. He struck the other one with the same precision, Lady Jenna unable to explain why her nipples swelled to twice their size, her back arching up to exposed them for further punishment. It encouraged him to slap them two more times he moved back down to her spread thighs, Lady Jenna bracing for the bite of the crop on her mound. Her pleasure button throbbed with desire, her arms pulling her legs back further exposing the plane of her sex to Captain William.

  He saw her surrender and acceptance, her wet mound exposed and vulnerable. The crop lashed down, catching her down her slit, attacking the inner lips with a vengeance. She cried out, her thighs clenching tight, but her legs stayed spread wide in spite of the pain. He lashed lower down, catching her on her exposed rosebud, lashing the tiny hole, a yelp in surprise from her lips. He wielded the crop with precision, moving up and down her slit, slapping the outside of her lips before he moved between them, the crop pushing them aside to beat her tender inner flesh.

  She thought she would die the first time the crop beat her mound. It struck with such precision, seeking out the inner depths of her lips, catching the wet inner lips with the sharp bite of the harsh leather. Her thighs struggled with the need to close her legs to protect her self, but the next blow of the crop on her exposed bottomhole felt like Captain William was trying to drive it deep into her bottom. She was sure that the end of the crop had entered her rectum, sending her tiny hole into a series of uncontrollable clenching and unclenching. The crop returned to her mound, beating a path of pain along her flesh, Lady Jenna trembling as it approached her unprotected pleasure button. She knew how sensitive it was, her fingers coaxing orgasms as her sex swallowed up the ivory dildo between her thighs while masturbating. Then it hit her, the leather crop beating her pleasure button into her pelvic bone, the rush of pain mixing with the stimulation that her organ felt. She couldn't deny the feelings that raced through her body that the crop excited in her in spite of the pain. She looked up, watching as Captain William released his glorious prick from his trousers, her tongue licking her lips as she remembered the taste of his juices and the feel of his hot prick in her hands. She didn't have to be told what was required of her, Captain William lowering his body, Lady Jenna opening her mouth into a wide “O", her lips slick with her spit as she waited for his throbbing prick.

  He needed to cum, and Lady Jenna's virgin mouth would provide the place. Ever since that night in the barn, he lusted after her mouth, wishing he had taken it that night instead of her breasts. But tonight she would not deter him from his task, seeing her mouth open submissively, his naked prick throbbing as he released it into the light of the cargo hold. He dangled his heavy laden ball sacks over her face, rubbing them over her forehead and nose, her tongue coming out to lick at them as they grazed over her lips. His fingers encircled his prick, bending it until he rubbed it over her lips, his juices mixing with her spit to coat her silky lips in a shiny coat of arousal. “Take me in your mouth Lady Jenna. Service me with your tongue while my crop continues visiting your body."

  Not only was he going to take her virgin mouth, but it was not going to deter him from whipping her mound. She had no choice, her mouth opened wide as the thick head of his prick rubbed over her lips. Her tongue snaked out as his hips thrust his prick through her lips, Lady Jenna feeling the hot flesh burn her silky skin as he entered her mouth. The salty taste returned to her taste buds as the head of his prick spilled forth its seed. Her lips tightened on the thick shaft, Lady Jenna feeling the thick shaft filling her mouth until the head of his prick pushed out on her cheek. She began to lavish the attention of her tongue on his shaft, feeling every bump and vein as her tongue explored it with childlike fascination. He began to move his hips, driving his prick in and out of her mouth, Lady Jenna tightening her lips on his shaft to increase his lust, her tongue racing up and down the shaft with equal vigor. She gasped in pain, almost swallowing his prick, the crop beating across her slit again, touching deep inside her. His prick banged the back of her mouth, Lady Jenna choking, another slap of the crop on her womanhood and with the sudden unexpected thrust of his hips in her mouth sent his thick prick into her throat. She choked and gagged but could do little to stop Captain William from taking his lust on her untrained body. She could only hope to please him, feeling his prick snake down her throat, her muscles clenching uncontrollably on it as she tried to breathe through her nose. Another hard slap of the crop on her sex and she was forced to swallow another inch of his throbbing prick.

  He fed more and more of his prick into her hot, tight mouth, enjoying the way her eyes opened wide as she was forced to engulf his flesh. Her cheeks bulged out each time he thrust with his prick, his balls aching for release of his seed. He shoved his hips forward with lust, sending the thick helmet of his prick to the back of her mouth, banging for entrance to her small throat. He waited, poised at the tight opening of her throat, swinging the crop down between her legs to catch the end of the leather crop between her sleek lips of her womanhood. She gasped in pain, giving him the chance he waited for, a quick thrust of his hips sending the head of his prick into her throat, her choking and gagging making it more enjoyable. Her throat muscles clenched involuntarily on the head of his prick, rippling up and down as her nostrils flared, Lady Jenna striving to fill her lungs with
precios air. He lashed her sex again, the crop seeking out her pleasure button, holding the crop down on her swollen and beaten organ after striking it, twisting back and forth as she writhed on the bench. He pulled his prick from her throat, wanting her to take his abundant juice in her mouth. The crop danced up and down her slit, the curled edge rubbing back and forth over her pleasure button as she moaned softly on his prick. Another sharp slap on her lips, the crop returning to masturbate her gently, her body responding to the challenge.

  She was ready to cum, ashamed that he could extract such pleasure from her body while inflicting such pain on her. And her mouth, filled with his hot, pulsating prick, his juices invaded every corner of her mouth. Would he make her swallow his juices? He was thrusting erratically, her lips tight around his shaft as if it were her sex, clinging to it lovingly, trying to extract his pleasure from deep within his balls. She heard him cry out, his hips sending his prick to the back of her mouth, feeling it swell in pleasure. He lashed her pleasure button one last time, snapping hard onto the swollen bud, the crop rubbing up and down until she felt the tremors race through her body. She felt her world explode, no amount of self gratification ever equaled the pleasure she felt when he came in her mouth, her cheeks bulging as it sought to contain his seed. Her sex grasped the shaft of the crop, Lady Jenna releasing her legs so she could close her thighs and trap the leather shaft of the crop between her lush lips, humping up and down in ecstasy, her sex soaking the crop. She swallowed, choking on the thick, salty crème as it slid down her throat. His prick continued to spew forth its delectable seed, Lady Jenna forced to swallow four mouthfuls of his precious seed, all while her body writhed in orgasmic delight.

  He pulled the crop back and forth between her tightly clenched thighs as she came with him, her mouth eagerly drinking down his seed, each time Captain William filling her once virgin mouth with more of his seed. Once he finished, her tongue still bathed his shrinking member, cleaning it as it already began to rise again to the occasion. By time he pulled it from her lips, her orgasm had succumbed, her naked body lying in a pool of her juices.

  Lord Michael stepped onto the stage. “I'm sure everyone can agree that Lady Jenna was a delightful creature to watch. We will go on to our next guest, so that Captain William can take her back to his cabin and engage in other carnal pleasures with her virgin body.” No one hardly noticed them leaving, a new girl brought onto the stage, a shyness on her face inciting a new lust in the guests as she was put through her paces, humiliated as she was slowly forced to strip naked for their pleasure.

  Lady Jenna found her naked body scooped up into the powerful arms of Captain William, carried off to be ravaged by him. He made his way through the bowels of the ship, moving with a grace that far exceeded his large body. He kicked in the door to his stateroom, Lady Jenna finding herself in a room that held little more than a desk and a large bed, made neatly for her deflowering. He placed her gently down on the bed, Lady Jenna making no move to cover her naked body. She stared at him with lust in her heart as he took off his clothes. He had a broad chest, with small tendrils of hairs, his arms large and muscular. He took off his trousers slowly, as if teasing Lady Jenna. He released his prick, Lady Jenna surprised how erect it already was, her lust barely sated by the one orgasm. She wanted to feel his prick between her legs, taken as a woman for the first time. He got into the bed, his large, calloused hands exploring her body at will, turning and twisting her body as they explored all the deep recesses of her body. She soon found herself on her belly, forced to hold her cheeks apart as his mouth and tongue serviced her salaciously on her bottomhole. His tongue soon tired, replaced by a thick finger that entered her in a place not reserved for such pleasure, twisting and turning to press hard on muscles used to push things out, not to defend the entrance of them. His curiosity was soon sated, Lady Jenna's hands dancing over the thick prick between his legs, arousing it to greatness. With two hands she played it like it was a musical instrument. His fingers found her love grotto, one finger entering her, knowing that his ivory dildo had already taken her symbol of innocence, but had still not known the pleasure of a man inside.

  He laid down on his back, his hand holding his proud member up into the air, the magnificent flesh standing up over nine inches. “Straddle me Lady Jenna and take me inside.” He wanted her to take her own innocence.

  He wanted her on top of him, not what she had expected, but she couldn't deny the lust she felt when she saw his throbbing flesh waiting for her to engulf it. She put her knees on either side of his wide hips, her crotch aching from the wide expanse. She looked down, her lips pulled back, almost able to see her tiny hole between the slick lips. She moved up his body, her hands replacing his to grasp his prick firmly. She shoved her hips forward until she felt the massive mushroom head slip between her slick lips, sliding her hips back and forth in mock masturbation. She kneeled higher until she was on top of his prick, taking the thick member and pushing it against her tight, virgin hole. She rotated her hips gently, feeling the massive head fighting to get inside her hot, tight body. Captain William watched her intently, his prick jerking and jumping in pleasure with every movement of her hips, holding back the desire to bury his prick in her virgin hole in one massive shove of his hips.

  "Fuck me Lady Jenna. Let me feel your hot, tight quim engulf my mighty prick.” His hands went to her hips, coaxing her with the correct movement as he felt her pushing down with her hips onto his massive prick.

  She felt like she was tearing as her tiny hole was forced open wide by the mushroom head of his prick. But it failed to deter her lust, in fact it only made her want him more, determined to lose her innocence to this man. She had masturbated many nights with visions of the First Mate, the first and only man she had ever seen and touched. She had relived that night many times, often wishing he had taken her that night. “MMMMM,” her lips stretched wide, her insides slowly sliding over the thick helmet. “EEEEEH,” she cried out as the head of his prick was suddenly swallowed up by her sex, feeling it jerk and jump inside her. She twisted her hips from side to side, growing accustom to having something that big inside her, the real flesh so much larger than the ivory copy he had given her. It swelled to greater proportions. She grunted and groaned as she sank down on his prick, moving up and then back down, each time his prick snaking deeper into her body. She looked down, surprised that she had swallowed over three quarters of it, still a formidable amount not encased inside her. She struggled as she began to take him', her hips moving up and down, feeling the giant head pushing aside all resistance to glide up and down her slick insides. And then she felt it, her crotch pushed against his, his giant prick pulsating deep inside her.

  Captain William gripped her around the waist, pulling her down until she bent in two, her lovely breasts pillowed on his chest, her hard nipples scraping along his hairs. “Now show me what pleasure you can bring me with your tight, hot cunt.’ She began to fuck him, her hips moving up and down with a smooth rhythm as if she had done this for years. Her insides clung to his shaft, lovingly caressing it as it moved in and out. He let her take him for ten minutes, delighting in her clenching insides, her head thrown back in lust. He finally flipped her over onto her back, her legs bowed way back to accommodate his large hips, his body covering her small body, his hips fucking her with powerful thrusts. His hands slid under her bottom, drawing her up, making her take his powerful thrusts that sent his prick banging hard against her cervix with each punishing stroke. She not only took it, but shoved back, engulfing his prick in her warm insides until they both came together, their juices mixing deep into her body, their lusts ringing out the halls of the ship.

  Captain William's lust was insatiable, as was Lady Jenna's. It was though she was trying to make up for eighteen years of being a virgin. Four more times they took each other, Captain William taking her from behind, his hand playing over her cheeks in spite of her protests when he fingered her tight hole, Lady Jenna cumming in spite of it, or maybe bec
ause of it. Her mouth brought him back to life each time, as did his. Their bodies spread over each other in opposite directions as their tongues and lips played across their sensitive organs until they were aroused once again.

  In the morning, he took her home as if they had been doing this for years, a gentle kiss reminding her of their night of lust, his prick still hard in his trousers. She was surprised that her mother was not there to greet her with contempt, sneaking up to her room and falling into a much deserved sleep, not waking till noon the next day.

  CHAPTER 11

  The Flagellation Society-A Family Affair

  The dinner started off tense, Lady Charlotte first meeting the men that were important in her daughter's lives. Lord Michael had tried to explain them to Lady Charlotte, but she had a hard time grasping the reality that her young daughters were now women. This at a time when she was still trying to fathom and find the boundaries of her relationship with Lord Michael.

  Lady Charlotte scanned the men, starting with Lord Roger Bigod. His family was one of the richest and most powerful. Lord Roger was at least twenty years older than Anna, but that didn't seem to matter to either one of them. Lord Michael had stopped punishing Anna, Lady Charlotte now the only recipient of his lust, but she knew that Lord Roger had taken his place with Anna. But that didn't seem to bother Anna, and from what she could grasp from their conversations, it excited her. She had longed for a man that would rule her with an iron hand, but also love her with a passion, something the Lord Roger managed to do.