by Lexi Lane
He tied the wrist and then ankle cuffs together with pieces of the rope but instead of binding her tightly he left a foot or so of slack between the cuffs. Her fingers curled and uncurled and her breath came in a hard pant. To her utter shame long trickles of clear fluid ran from her pussy, smearing the insides of her thighs. The sensation of the cuffs was unlike anything she had ever felt, and she wasn’t sure why the slight weight excited her so but it did.
Her heart slammed into her chest walls as he tugged her by her hair to a small doorway with a window at the top of it.
“Let’s see how this makes you feel,” he said in her ear. His warm breath made her shiver and the quick nip of his teeth at her neck made that shiver turn to a slow shudder she couldn’t control.
He pressed her face to the window and she stared at the scene unfolding in front of her. Lily was naked and in the smaller room with Stephen and the other man. She was naked and her nude body glowed like a pearl. As Sara watched she was placed on her knees on a low bench. Stephen slid his cock between her lips and the other man thrust into her from behind. Lily’s eyes looked up at Stephen, who was smiling as he looked down and held her jaw tenderly, the hard length of his cock disappearing and reappearing from the wet O that she made of her mouth to accommodate him.
The man behind her held her narrow hips in both hands, jerking her ass back and forth while he fucked her harder and harder. The tendons on his neck stood out as he slowed the rhythm for a moment then sped up again. Lily was gasping for air and using her hand to pump up and down on Stephen’s prick. Wetness bloomed anew between Sara’s thighs, and a nearly unbearable need rose up as well. Lily cried out, she could hear her through the thick glass and the man behind her did as well. He pumped his hips a few more times and then slid out of her but she was not empty long, Stephen turned her over, spread her legs wide and drove himself inside her. Lily cried out yes over and over. Sara’s nipples tightened until they were on the verge of being painful.
“She’s in good hands.” Lucas said and dragged her back across the room. Her thighs quivered and she pressed them together in a desperate attempt to apply pressure on the throbbing bud of her clit but he saw that movement and yanked harder on her hair, nearly taking her to her knees.
He took her to a wall and she realized why he had left the slack in her rope just a second too late to prevent what he intended to do from happening. He pulled her arms up and behind her, pulling the rope tighter and then he looped the center of the rope across a low hanging hook. She shrieked and fought but it was to no avail, he attached a long metal rod to the rings that were attached to the cuffs at her ankles, effectively spreading her open and forcing her to bend over all at once.
“It’s called strappado,” he said in a conversational tone. “It can be very pleasurable, if you don’t fight it.”
She fought and it was painful, she thought her arms would be yanked from their sockets. Because her legs were open and she could not move either ankle independently she had to hop to move her lower body. Eventually the pain and mortification wore her out and she hung there, her long hair brushing the floor and her arms aching.
She could not hear him, he walked so softly and the carpet muffled his footsteps even further. He slid a blindfold over her eyes and she shrieked, the darkness rattled her but not as much as the loss of one of her senses. Cool air ran across her nipples and the wet saddle between her thighs.
His fingers slid between her ass cheeks, parting them. That digit slid down and rubbed against her clit for a long exquisite instant before tickling her inside the deep cleft once again. She twisted and jerked against her bondage but he was gone. She forced her body to be still as she listened for him but all she heard was the sound of her own breathing and heartbeat.
A slap landed on her left ass cheek, it was light but it took her by surprise and she jumped and flailed around. His laughter was mocking as a second blow landed on the other ass cheek.
“You bastard! “ she screamed.
“Careful, I have need of that mouth. I would hate to be forced to gag it.”
She had no doubt what use he had for her mouth. She wanted to tell him if he tried it she would bite but she knew she would not. She wanted him. She fought her bonds once more as that truth hit home. She wanted the cruel and arrogant man who had ordered her to be bought for little more than what would have passed as hospitality and aid in distant days. She knew, without being told, that it was his word that was law in that place and he had likely seen them coming long before they had shown up at his gates.
More blows and her ass began to warm up and jerk back at him in a wordless consent. Her cheeks quivered and her thighs shook as the difficult position she was in began to take a toll on her physically, Lucas was not done yet, he said, “I said you would beg for me to fuck you and until you do I won’t.”
She lifted her head slightly to slur out, “I won’t ever beg you.”
The answer was a low purring noise. She shrieked, her arms yanking at the bonds until they were taut as the long and powerful vibrator rubbed against her soaked and swollen clit. Her toes curled and flexed, she rose up on her toes as she tried to wriggle away and then tried to get closer to the creator of the pleasure pulsing through her. Sweat stood out on her forehead and her teeth clenched tightly together.
An orgasm built and she began to pump her hips into the whirring toy but just as her walls clenched and the orgasm began to break he pulled away leaving her dangling there on the edge of it. Her breath was a whistle in her throat. Her hands flapped helplessly in the air behind her and tears leaked across her face.
“Looks like you could use a good fucking,” His voice was far too cheerful.
“Fuck yourself,” she ground out.
“That sounds fun.”
He walked around in front of her and yanked the blindfold off. To her relief he let her arms down, removed the rope but not the cuffs and stood her upright and removed the bar. But her relief was short-lived. She was shoved to her knees, her face at the exact level of his crotch. She could see the outline of his cock inside his tight pants. It lay plump and long against his thigh. She held her breath as he unfastened the buttons of his pants and it sprang into view.
His prick was already engorged. Heavy veins ran down the stiffened length of it and a small clear drop of pre come glistened on the purple head. His finger rubbed that drop of lubrication into the head slowly, his eyes solidly on hers as he di it. His long and strong fingers came down, his fist wrapping around his shaft and pumping hard three times down then up. More pre come spilled out.
Her mouth watered, literally watered. She wanted to lick away those creamy and salty drops, wanted to taste him. His hand worked faster and he arched his hips slightly, his eyes still on hers. It was a contest she knew she would lose but she didn’t want it to end, being down there on her knees was new to her but she liked it.
She liked it. She trembled at the implications. Was this what she had left the safety of the government’s fly ships for? To find a primitive stronghold where she could be a woman, and only a woman? All of her training told her that was wrong, that she was supposed to be as strong as any man, that that was her duty but down there on her knees she knew that what she wanted was for him to be there, standing over her just as he was right then.
His fingers squeezed the head, and then slid down the throbbing shaft. Her eyes tracked those movements helplessly.
“Ask,” he said and she fought that command but only for a brief passage of time, a millisecond.
“Please, may I suck your cock?” the ridiculousness of her words made her giggle. Where had that cutesy little girl tone come from anyway? He didn’t seem to think the tone or her giggle odd, instead his hand stroked her cheek and he whispered, “That’s a good girl,” before his fingers clenched into her hair and his hips thrust forward, his fingers guiding his dick into her open and willing mouth.
Her tongue swiped out, eagerly licking at the head of his cock, wiping away those
drops she had coveted so much. They were as salty as she had imagined and she closed her lips, suckling hard while her tongue slid up and down the belly as her head bobbed up and down.
“That’s good,” he said softly, tilting his hips forward and up so as to get a better angle of penetration. Her lips ached at the corners but she kept going. She wanted to please him, wanted him to come in her mouth. Her fingers tickled the sensitive area between his balls and his asshole while her tongue flickered along the seam of his shaft, that tiny little spot where his foreskin had once been. She dipped her head low, angling her face so that his balls touched her lips, she began to lick them and then, at his gasp of pleasure, she drew them into her mouth, running her tongue over the surfaces of them lightly while her fingers kept touching, stroking him lightly along the crack of his ass.
She felt his balls tighten and heard his low growl of desire, she worked harder but before she could make him come he pushed her away.
He didn’t give her any time to recover. He knew she was lost in a sea of passion and he picked her up as easily As if she were a toy, then tossed her face down over the long bench. Her breath whooshed out in a low groan and his fingers dipped inside the cleft of her ass once again, pushing them open and seeking out her heated center.
He slid two fingers inside her, she moaned and arched her back as he explored and stretched her walls open. His fingers circled her clit. Her fingers curled into the leather and her mouth opened in a long sigh of ecstasy, as he pressed harder against that nub, battering it slightly.
He drew away, leaving her once more on the very thinnest edge. She screamed at the unfairness of it and he said, “You haven’t asked me to fuck you yet and what is more, you haven’t earned it.”
There was low noise behind her and she turned her head to see him pulling something off of the pegboard. He came toward her with a flogger in one hand. She had never seen one before but she guessed its purpose easily enough. The handle was wooden; from the handle fell wide strips of leather about eighteen inches long.
He pulled her wrists up to the small steel hoops in the bench and used a steel carbine to hook them tightly into lace. He followed that up with attaching her ankles to the bench as well. She wiggled a little, testing the limits of her bondage and enjoying the sensation of it.
The first strikes of the flogger landed on her upper back. He hit lightly, barely marring the surface of her skin with thin red lines. The feeling was unlike any she had known, it stung and burned slightly but it also awakened nerve endings she had never known she possessed.
Then the strikes fell harder, moved lower and she cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as the long falls swept across her skin, bringing blood up to the surface. Her feet drummed against the bench and her pussy clenched and contracted as an unexpected and welcome orgasm swept through her. Pussy juice leaked under her belly as the haze of pain and adrenaline engulfed her even further.
His thick prick slipped up against her lips. She could feel the wetness staining her pubic hair, his cock dipped just inside her and his fingers held her pink outer lips open so he could tease her by rubbing against her and then move away. He thrust inside her, a bare inch at the most, leaving her groaning and bucking wildly in a mad attempt to get more of him inside of her.
“Beg me for it.”
“No!”
He withdrew completely. The phantom warmth of his skin hung on the air, on her flesh. She fought the desire but it won out and she begged, she opened her mouth and begged for him to fuck her, just as he had said she would. Her face flamed as her voice, stripped of all of its earlier cuteness, rang out in the cool expanse of the dungeon room.
Shame faded as his body slammed into hers in a hard thrust that put every hard inch of him inside her slick and swollen walls. Her ass jiggled as she tried to keep up with his relentless rhythm, her hands clenched into tight fists and she shrieked as orgasms tore through her, one after the other.
The bench became soaked and slippery, Her knees slid against her own fluids and still he pumped his cock inside her, driving her to come again and again. She fell into the bench, limp and spent, and felt his cock twitching deep inside her as he spilled his seed.
He stayed there, small aftershocks rocking the both of them for long minutes. The time dwindled down to nothing more than breath and heartbeats, her body relaxed and he began to pull out, his flaccid penis leaving a smaller puddle of fluids on the bench below her.
He unbound and lifted her off the bench and took her to the mattress.
“You may not wash for at least a night,” he said and she looked up at his face. It was set in hard lines and she knew he would not be disobeyed. “In the morning someone will come for you. You may wash then, and dress. You will be fed and given your work assignment.”
“I’m just a breeding farm for you, aren’t I? You care about nothing else.”
He had been moving toward the long stairs when she spoke and she saw that her words hit a nerve, his shoulders tightened.
“You know nothing about me,” he said coldly. Then he vanished, closing the door behind him. She heard the long bolt slide home.
* * *
The next day Lily came staggering out of the smaller room, her hair a tangled mess and her eyes swollen from lack of sleep. She wore a goofy grin and a slightly embarrassed expression. Sara hugged her and they followed the women who had come for them up the stairs to the women’s hall where they were allowed to bathe and dress in fresh clothes. They were given a place to hang the dresses they wore and were told that they would be allowed two more dresses each, that they had to make sure they were laundered and suitable every day. The women in the hall numbered fifteen, four were pregnant. All of them kept giving Sara odd appraising looks but she ignored them. She could not bear to admit that she had spent the rest of the night in tears, she had longed for Lucas to come back, to show her some tenderness. To say he cared about her the same way he had forced her to care about him.
After breakfast they went out into the orchards. As they were breeders they would have lighter duties than some, one of the women explained. They were sent to gather berries from the bushes that grew seemingly wild below the fig and apple trees. The sun was warm but not nearly as searing as it had been in the neighboring desert.
As they picked Lily asked, “Do you think the others will make it back to the city?”
“I don’t care; they sold me so their survival means nothing to me.”
“That’s harsh.” Lily said. “I mean I didn’t like it either but they were starving and we haven’t landed in a terrible situation really. Stephen is amazing.”
“Don’t fall in love with him, to them we are just child bearing machines,” Sara said darkly and her heart twisted as she wondered if she were saying that simply to warn Lily or to warn herself.
“Do you know that Lucas never took a childless woman before? The whole castle is astounded by him picking you; they had begun to think he would let his line die with him.”
That gave her pause, her fingers stilled on the low branches of the berry bush.
“That’s nice,” she finally managed. Lily gave her a searching glance, “But was it nice for you?”
“I don’t care to discuss it,” Sara said hastily but a deep blush gave her away.
* * *
Over the next few weeks Sara’s emotions ranged from hopeful to angry and back again and to everything in between. Lucas did not have her taken back downstairs and he showed no sign of even remembering he had touched her.
None of the other men touched her either. Stephen seemed to have taken up with Lily for better or worse and the castle itself was not such a bad place to be. It housed some forty-nine souls, a small number but one that was comfortably managed within the stronghold. When Sara needed privacy she could find it in a small corner, her work wasn’t hard and there were amusements and entertainment in the forms of dancing and singing. One night several people even put on a short play that left them all clapping and r
emembering the days when televisions had beamed neatly packaged doses of entertainment into their living rooms.
The men hunted and fished. Sara found herself watching them and wanting to go along, to bring back some meat or just to ride out on the stubby little horses that Lucas had brought to the castle before the drowning and had carefully allowed to breed. That longing became overwhelming one afternoon and she took a gun from the case and headed out into the woods in search of some peace from her constant longing for Lucas and the anger that always simmered below the surface of that desire.
She rode out of the castle; keeping to the far side, knowing to try to get the drawbridge down was to risk being eaten by the sharks. The trees closed over her head and the smell of the black and fecund soil rose into the still air. The sun was kinder beneath the canopy of trees and she rode further into the wooded area. She could see glimpses of a bright white beach to her right and the turrets of the castle to her left so she felt safe.
A figure ran from a tree, her horse reared and bucked and she was thrown off, she landed in an untidy heap at the base of a tree. Her head hit the bark so hard her teeth clicked down onto her tongue and the rich coppery taste of her own blood filled her mouth.
He stared in horror at the giant wolf thing that mauled her horse. Blood flowed and the horse cried out in pain before plunging away, toward the sea. Another of the creatures jumped from a tree, catching the horse mid-stride and tearing it to shreds.
Horror and fear made her knees weak but she stood anyway, looking for a weapon. She knew it would do her no good to climb a tree, they had been in them. She tried to make sense of what she was seeing: it was a wolf’s head and the body was covered in a dense black fur but that was where the resemblance to a wolf ended. The eyes were flat and elliptical, the ears nonexistent. The paws had blood and bark trapped in between them and she suddenly understood that she was about to die. Her guts squeezed tightly and she turned to run away, her body arcing toward the safety of the castle.