“Put on this gag,” Aunt Caroline said to me.
“A gag? Why?”
“To muffle our coughs, sneezes, and orgasms,” she said.
“Orgasms? How?”
“Shut up and do as you are told. You’ll understand when the time comes.”
I looked at the others strapping their gags on, and fastened mine. There were two tiny openings for breathing where it covered my mouth.
“Tighter, Richard.” She yanked the strap another two holes and buckled it. Then she sat down and buckled on her own. Dr. Woolsey slipped in and sat in the last empty chair. “I’m here to make sure she isn’t injured,” he whispered. He buckled on his gag. Now there was complete silence. I settled back and dozed.
There was a commotion on the curving stairway; Gregor’s gruff, cruel laughter, and poor Addy’s screams and wails. They came down the passage, and the barred door swung open. He pulled her blindfold off, and laughed as her eyes widened in terror. She struggled and shrieked as he carried her into the cell and over to the tall framework. Compared to his huge body and strength, she was a weak little kitten in his hands. Gregor had ripped her dress up the side, and it fell away from her shapely white thighs.
He easily lifted her, stretched up her arms and chained her wrists to the horizontal beam with her feet more than a foot above the floor. Her pussy would be at the same height as his cock. With a short length of rope, he bound her elbows together behind her head while she twisted and begged for mercy. Then he untied her ankles and pulled them wide apart, chaining them to the supporting beams at the sides..
Her eyes were wide with terror, and her rosebud mouth gaped with disbelief.
Gregor stood back with his hands on his hips, gloating at her helplessness. “Now, you are indeed a pretty little girl. I have a birthday present for you.” He fingered the buttons of his fly. Would you like to see it?”
Addy shook her head violently as Gregor slowly stripped off his shirt. The torch light gleamed on his oiled black skin. He sat down in the rough wooden chair and pulled off his massive boots and socks and stood up again. His eyes never wavered from the terrified expression on her face as he teased his belt loose from its buckle. One by one he popped his trouser buttons loose.
“No, Please! No don’t” she begged. “Let me go. I won’t tell anyone.”
Now I knew why I wore a gag. I gasped in sympathy, but made no sound.
Gregor peeled his trousers open and freed his already erect cock. Addy screamed in wide-eyed terror.
I’ve seen every man’s cock in this place, but none of us could compare with the monstrosity Gregor nurtured. We all had cock-pistols, but his was field artillery caliber. I knew it was about to fuck my sister, but I still envied him.
Gregor dropped his trousers and stepped forward out of them. He stood as a magnificent, naked black giant, leisurely approaching Addy’s delicate beauty. Gregor pressed his body, glorious in immense strength and handsome male beauty, against Addy. He caressed her long blonde hair. “Now, pretty little girl, I’ve shown you mine; let’s see yours.” He gripped her dress in his powerful hands and ripped it from her defenseless body.
Addy struggled in her chains. “No! Oh pity! Please, Sir, let me go!” she began crying. “Let me go home!” she sobbed.
Gregor leered at her bare arms and legs. “I’ll never let such a pretty girl like you go.
Now, let’s see what you have under that bodice.” He slipped a thin-bladed knife carefully under the snowy cloth and sliced it open. The mutilated fabric sprang apart and dangled at her sides like slain doves. Two snowy breasts, large for such a petite girl, swelled out against her bra. He grinned and chuckled as he slowly ripped off her bra, fondling the ragged shreds of purest white, lace-trimmed silk, to relish her panic. Addy’s surging breasts betrayed her innocence with their jiggling, immodest swagger.
Addy squeezed her eyes shut, turning her face to the side. She jerked against her chains when Gregor pinched her rosy nipples.
These look good enough to eat,” he said with a robust chuckle. His mouth sucked in the creamy flesh and his teeth gripped her nipple.
“Augh! Ow! Stop—stop! That hurts!”
He released her tingling breast and laughed as he slid his huge hands down her sides with agonizing slowness to her pink-ribboned panties. “You’re a naughty girl to deny horny males the vision and use of the joy we desire more than gold.” His gaze slid from her tear-flooded face to her hips. His beefy hands moved over the velvet smoothness of her quaking belly. “Now let’s find your hidden toy and play with it.” Gregor gripped the elastic band between a robust thumb and forefinger, tugging it out away from her belly. “Let’s look in here and ask it to come out and play with mister cock.”
Addy’s head fell forward, tears dripping from her cheeks. “No! No!” she croaked. “Please don’t touch me there.” She wailed out a pitiful wail of despair, “Oh, Please...please, somebody! Help me! Help me!”
Gregor crouched down on his haunches and slid the palms of his hands over the silky whiteness of her panties, stroking the swelling circle of her quaking belly melting into the succulent curves of her hips. “What a delicious morsel you are,” he whispered hoarsely. He fingered the thin pink lace that was the frail, dainty guardian of her pussy. “I’ll keep these as a trophy, under glass in a picture frame hanging over my fireplace.” Slowly, carefully, his knife slid under the silk of her panties.
Addy shuddered when she heard the fabric ripping. Her torso quivered with her choking sobs. “No...no, please don’t,” she wailed. She flung her head back, shaking it wildly, her cascading blonde curls whipping in the air. Addy’s crimson lips opened wide, and her eyes squeezed shut to escape the sight of her shame and that big, black erection ready to bring her virginity to a violent end.
Aunt Caroline tapped my shoulder and pointed down. Our naked maids had crept into our curtained room on their hands and knees. Katy crouched in front of me and slid her hands up between my bare knees. Gently, she forced them apart and snuggled up inside my thighs. With one hand she cupped my scrotum, with the other she nursed my cock to full erection.
Without my gag, my reckless breathing soon would have echoed from the walls. Every one of us had a girl between our legs, ministering to the lust spawned by the scene beyond the curtain. I sighed silently as my manhood throbbed in ecstasy.
Addy shrieked and stiffened her body. Gregor’s hands were under the bottom of her butchered panties, massaging the inside of her thigh with a sensuous, rotating motion.
“Your skin is so soft and warm,” he said, “When I share you with my friends, they will gladly pay me with gold for the pleasure you will give them.”
Addy was breathing in rapid, shuddering sobs, her crimson mouth open, tears streaming from her cheeks. She yelped as Gregor ripped apart the waistband and flung her panties aside. The golden fleece of her pussy hair glowed in the torch light, its lacy luster crowning her entrance to paradise. Gregor reached out with both hands and began fondling her fleece between his thumbs and fingers, tugging open her pussy lips. She lurched in her chains and sucked a great draught of air into her lungs when he blew his warm breath on her love-bud.
“You never felt like that before, did you,” he said with a brutish laugh. “I’m going to make your naked body feel things you’ve never even dreamed about. It’s going to be a long night for both of us.” He scooted forward and began tonguing her pussy.
Addy whimpered, then started twisting her head from side to side, her mouth tortured into a shape between terror and surprise. Gradually, as Gregor imposed the magic and skill of his tongue in her captive pussy, Addy’s face transformed into startled amazement. Her sobs gradually softened into moans. Soon her thighs were trembling, proclaiming her sexual awakening. Her breath was now a mixture of sighs and soft keening.
I felt a squirming wetness. Katy had plopped my stiffened cock into her mouth and was swirling her tongue around its most sensitive girth. Damn! It felt so good.
Ad
dy’s eyes were closed, her head thrown back beside her bound elbows. Her open mouth breathed noisily, “Uh-h-h-h, Uh-h-h-h, Uh-h-h-h...,” like the far off lowing of a heifer in heat. Submissively, her arched hips bowed forward, straddling Gregor’s face.
Can this be my dear, sweet innocent sister? I thought. Pure little Addy, so recently just a child, panting like a wanton? I gained a new and profound respect for that hulking black maleness named Gregor. I could learn valuable lessons from him.
Addy was now jerking and twisting, grunting and gasping as the feminine hormones flooded her groin. Gregor pulled back and stood up, clasping his distended cock. “Now you must surrender your virginity to this for my pleasure.” He caressed her pussy lips with its tip.
Addy’s feeble voice protested, but her body was shouting, ‘YES!’” Her love nectar gleamed on the tip of Gregor’s manhood. He guided his prod up between her love lips and she cried out when he met the resistance of her maidenhead. He gripped her quaking buttocks. With a brutish roar he lunged forward, shredding the frail guardian of her virtue. That long, thick, black cock slithered deep into Addy. With a grunting chant, Gregor started rocking back and forth, see-sawing in and out of her honeyed temple of Venus.
Cupid was attacking my quivering cock-tip with a hundred pinpricks. Katy’s tongue battered my manhood in an agony of delight I could not resist. Even Aunt Caroline and Treise, sitting on each side of me, were squirming in their chairs, pressing their girl’s faces against their pussies.
My gaze shifted to Katy, her strawberry blonde hair caressing the inside of my thighs as she bobbed forward and back on my cock, her prominent breasts swaying with the rhythm. My trembling hands fondled her hair. I felt my cock lock rigid, then shudder with the first thunderbolt of cum into her mouth. I thought that my gag had slipped off, and the walls were shaking with my roars of ecstasy. Then I looked up and saw Gregor twisting and grinding his hips into Addy’s crotch. Her body was actually lunging against him, her shrieks blended with his bellows, the enslavement aria of a maiden convulsing in her first orgasm.
My attention shifted back to Katy as my trembling cock dribbled its last drop into her mouth. I would have moaned with content if my gag was removed. She had swallowed my gift, and was consoling my cock’s fading stiffness with fingered caresses and coaxing love-nibbles.
The scene had changed in Addy’s chamber of horrors. Gregor was brandishing a long leather strap, substituted for the whip by Dr. Woolsey’s advice. He cracked it in the air inches from Addy’s torso. Her dreamy after-orgasm feeling changed again to fear. Her pleading was useless, the strap whistled over Gregor’s head and found her belly.
CRACK!
Addy’s screams continued with each cruel blow on her thighs and stomach until she fainted. When she awoke, she was strapped belly-down on a low, short bench. Her arms were pulled almost straight up and outward, and chained to the overhead beam. Her defenseless breasts dangled out under her sloping torso. A leather harness held her head motionless. Gregor was pressing a shiny metal device in her mouth. He twisted a knob and it clicked as it forced her mouth open at the same height as his cock.
“Let’s see if you like how a man tastes.” He grasped his manhood and wiped its tip around the circle of her lips. “Try not to choke,” he took a step forward.
Addy struggled, gagging and choking while Gregor pistoned his monstrosity in and out of her velvet-tongued mouth. He groaned with delight, catching her tears on his fingertips and tasting them. Her breath snorted through her nose as she struggled to breathe. This time there was no sudden, surprise joy for her. Her pussy twitched, and she recognized cupid’s message of ecstasy jolting in her belly. Her pussy dripped her elixir of paradise as she orgasmed again and again.
Gregor panted and grunted his way up that silvery moonbeam path to his own orgasm, his gleaming black body cycling like a well-oiled machine, his muscles rippling in the torch light. He threw his head back and roared in triumph. We watched his cock spasm. His cum flooded Addy’s mouth and he pinched her nostrils shut, forcing her to swallow it. When he finally pulled out, she gasped for air, savoring his milky sperm churning in her stomach.
“Now, one more game of lust,” he said. Addy was so weak with anxiety and exhaustion he handled her like a rag doll. He draped her over a waist-high leather padded beam and chained her wrists and ankles to widely separated ringbolts in the floor. He grinned as he showed her the leather strap again, and strutted around behind her. He patted her upraised ass. “A girl can never get used to this,” he said. “It always seems to get worse each time.”
WHACK!
“Yaugh-h-h-h, Auhg-h-h-h.” Her head jerked wildly from side to side, her long blonde hair flailing through the air. I watched, fascinated, as I could see, even through the black gauze curtain, the fiery welt blooming on the sweet curves of Addy’s buttocks.
CRACK!
“Owa-a-ugh! Au-u-gh! Addy screamed herself hoarse as band upon band of criss-crossing crimson built up a basket-weave of torment all over her defenseless ass and thighs. Her sobs and pleading faded into exhausted whimpers before Gregor tossed aside the strap.
He grinned as she rubbed his fingers over the ridges of her welts. “How beautiful your ass looks with the stripes of my love-marks. He slid his fingers forward and into her fur-clad cleft of Venus. “You’re wet, you naughty little wanton. I will have to give you another taste of my lust.”
Gregor walked around in front of her and lifted her chin, holding her head so her eyes were an inch from his mammoth, twitching cock. “See how big and hard a real man’s cock gets when he whips a beautiful girl?” He waggled it and laughed with his deep, throaty rumble.
He reached over to a shelf and picked up a jar of lubricant. “And now you can enjoy the strange new sensation of a man’s cock where you never dreamed it would enter.” He scooped out a gob on his fingers and greased his manhood. Addy stared in horror as he moved behind her. She cringed as he reached for the brown rosebud between her spread legs.
I knew from her shriek and the struggling of her hips how extreme her surprise was as his oversized cock bored into her rectum.
Katy had coaxed my cock to full hardness again, and her tongue was busy finishing its task of triggering my cum. I squirmed in my chair as that glorious ache in my belly brought forth a tide of white liquor. How effective and powerful an aphrodisiac it is to see a beautiful girl so helpless and naked while she is abused as she is fucked.
Addy cried out and fainted as Gregor pumped his inexhaustible flow of thick, stringy cum into her rectum.
He had finished with her. She stretched unconscious over the padded beam, and didn’t waken when he released her and carried her up to her bedroom.
***
We all shuffled wearily to our shade-darkened bedrooms. I lay cradled in the sweet arms of naked Janna, my newest slave girl, with my cock buried to its hilt in her snug little pussy.
How fortunate I am to be Master of Blackthorne. The happiest of lives that I could live is this one, whose milestones are quivering naked breasts and enslaved pussies dripping with my cum.
Chapter Nine
Madness Under A Midyear’s Moon
Midyear’s day dawned silently as I awoke alone in my bed. My love-captive had deserted me without permission. I rang for my morning coffee, but no pretty maid arrived with it, willing to pleasure my manhood with her raspberry lips as I drank it. I rang again, jerking the bell cord impatiently.
My bedroom door swung open, but it was Selby, rubbing his eyes. He yawned and spoke, “I’m sorry, Sir Richard, but there will be no maids or servants for you today. Not for any of us, in fact.”
“Why is that? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong, Sir. This is Midyear’s Day. This is the one day of the year the servants are allowed to sleep all day so they will be rested to participate in this night’s ceremony.”
“What ceremony? I’ve heard my family mention there was some kind of ritual that takes place inside the circle of stone
s in the forest clearing, but they refuse to discuss it when I ask.”
“Well, then, Sir—it would be indiscreet for me to say any more about it. I will only say what I was told when I asked that same question long ago; ‘Your first time will be pitiless and memorable’.”
“What does that mean?—What should I be afraid of?—Shelby!”
The door had closed, and Selby was gone.
I found my robe and shuffled down the stairs, groping in my stupor for the kitchen. Uncle Garrick and Treise were sitting at the table, nursing cups of tea and munching stale biscuits.
“Coffee or tea?” Treise said with a yawn.
“Coffee. Are all the servants really taking a holiday?”
“On the stove,” she answered, waving a listless hand to the pot gurgling on the black iron surface. “Yes, they really are unavailable today.”
“Another tradition of Blackthorne?”
“Not just ‘another’ tradition,” Uncle Garrick said. He held his head between his hands, elbows on the table. “This is THE tradition of Blackthorne. Midyear’s day…or, rather, Midyear’s Night. It’s going to be a dull, quiet, boring day—but just watch out when the sun sets, then the fireworks start—and last all night long—for us family members and staff, anyway.”
“Fireworks?” I asked. “Real fireworks, in the stone circle?”
“Not that kind,” Treise said. “We won’t see them, but we will sure as hell feel them on our bodies..”
I rinsed out a soiled cup I found on the drain board and poured coffee into it. “I really wish you would be more specific. Exactly what should I expect?”
Uncle Garrick and Treise winked at each other and turned to grin at me. “It’s a surprise,” she said. “Like waking up from a nightmare and realizing that it wasn’t a dream, it’s really happening to you.”
My hand shook and my cup rattled on its saucer as I carried it to the table. “Why do we have to endure the ceremony? Whose bright idea was it, anyway?”
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