I was sure I would die of suffocation and exhaustion during that agony of trotting five miles across the meadow and into the woods. All of us were gasping, staggering, drooping as our owners dismounted and dragged us through the clearing and into the circle of stones. I looked for the satyrs and nymphs. If they were there, they kept concealed—perhaps content just to watch.
But there were grotesque, barbaric new things in the clearing. Arranged around the circle, one near each stone, was an army of sinister, strange frameworks, platforms, poles with beams nailed across their tops, and incomprehensible wheeled devices. Fires crackled under large iron pots while their liquid contents bubbled and steamed. Ladles hung beside them. Whatever the sizzling fluid was going to be used for, it certainly wasn’t for nourishment. The large stone table in the center was heaped with dark, twisted instruments and leather devices. My mind rebelled at trying to identify their function.
Our owners dismounted from their horses and dragged us forward into the circle of our doom. They dropped our leashes and were frolicking from fixture to fixture, chattering, giggling and fiendishly choosing which one they would bind us to first. A few girls were noisily picking through the collection of demon’s toys on the stone table, selecting their favorites and waving them over their heads like magic wands. Tonight they would be—for our owners.
We waited, standing on quivering legs; wishing for mercy—expecting none. Miss Ballard was lying on the ground, wailing through her gag, trying to squirm away into the woods. A male governor caught her and dragged her back.
My owner returned, grinning hugely and brandishing a fist full of things I couldn’t look at. She picked up the leather loop of my leash and tugged me toward a fixture without a word. “Give me a hand with him,” she called to a female governor. They both picked me up and lay me on my back on the humped, rounded timber frame.
While the governor stood on one side of the frame, holding me by my shoulder straps, My owner pulled my hips against the surface of the descending curve, and stretched my legs down and wide apart. I felt the ankle chain released, and tight leather cuffs locking around my ankles.
Then she came around by my head and released my wrists, unbuckled my harness, and dragged it off. The governor took one of my arms, my owner the other, and bent my back down against the other side of the descending curve. My head hung down, almost upside-down. They stretched my arms almost straight down, imprisoning them in leather cuffs bolted to the bottom of the frame. The girl inserted a crank into a socket and I heard the ratchet clatter while I was stretched even tighter. My body was an inverted “U”, held motionless and helpless while my defenseless cock awaited its fate at the top of the curve. The governor walked away and left me alone with my owner.
“Now what is the Great and wise Master of Blackthorne going to do?” she asked. She crouched down and grinned wolfishly at my wide, fearful eyes. “What is the mighty Laird of the Realm thinking of doing next?” She laughed without humor. “Think about what you and your family does to your love-captives all year long. Now are you man enough to endure only one night’s recompense? I will show you what we girls dream of doing to you while you abuse us and make us perform every possible sexual act your depraved minds can imagine. Then, when I pause to decide what I will put you through next, I will force you to watch what an overweight, deformed, and mentally-damaged male bully does to poor little Addy, your sister. When he was a boy, the girls at school teased, tormented and humiliated him. They would rip off all his clothes and then tie him to a post while they lifted their skirts to show him their pussies and dance around him, mocking him and saying nasty things about his malformed cock. He has such a lot of stored-up bitterness and lust to satisfy.
“On the estate where we are imprisoned, The family’s pretty girls tease and taunt him. They call him cruel names and tie him up in their stable and tease him for hours. Now it’s his turn to release all his anger and hate on your beloved little sister. Oh, by the way, his cock is larger than Gregor’s, and he makes love violently. Sometimes our Master punishes us girls by strapping up our arms behind us, then locking us in a cage with him and watching him have fun with us.”
“No!” I screamed behind my gag. “Please, don’t give her to some hate-crazed demented fiend to torment and fuck. Please—don’t. I beg you!” My words were lost in mewing struggle, defeated by my gag.
“Why, you’re crying,” My owner said. “Did you ever listen while we were crying?” She stood up. “I’m wasting time talking to you. I didn’t bring you here to listen to a speech.”
I heard her pick up an instrument. My cock was out of sight, beyond the curve of the framework, so whatever it was, it would be an unwelcome surprise. I could only see the length of her leg, and the powder-puff of her pubic hair. Her thighs glowed like the living marble of some incredibly beautiful statue. I could see only one breast, but it swayed and jiggled with her movements like a melody of lust. Suddenly I realized that I was happy, perhaps in the throes of love for my captor, desiring only to please her. I felt that familiar fire kindle in my belly.
“Well,” my owner said, “your little man is rising. He’s doing a welcome dance and nodding to my metal toy. I’ll use it on him and see what he does.”
The cylinder, warmed by her hands, closed around my manhood and the lock clicked shut, trapping my manhood inside it. There was a symmetrical pattern of very short needles arranged around the inside. They pricked hard against my cock, warning me not to try wiggling loose. I held my breath.
“No need to hurry and get it all over in just a few minutes.” She smiled down at my face. “Let’s just take our time and enjoy this.” She pulled out some long brackets from each side of her toy and shoved them into sockets in the wooden framework on each side of my hips. Now my cock’s iron prison stood up by itself, and her hands were free to manipulate the device. “I don’t suppose you’ve ever felt this before…”
“UMPH!” A tiny, steel-jawed clamp snapped shut, gripping a fold of my manhood’s skin in its stinging bite. I wanted to curse her, but the only words raging though my mind were, ‘I love you’. The lust-fire raging in my belly spread through my hips.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it,” she said, grinning down at my popping eyes. “This one has a stronger spring. It hurts much worse.” Her finger pressed a trigger.
“ARGUH!” I love you! I was trembling, gasping as the jaws of the second clamp bit into my cock. I love you! Had I gone mad! How could a sane man love the girl who was tormenting the most valued and necessary part of his body? I wept in my gag—I love you so! The feeling of pain in my manhood created the same sensation as when I was fucking. This profound and grotesque thrill transcended logic. I was helpless, my captive cock a victim of this girl’s spiteful violence. There was nothing I could do but endure—and enjoy!
“AUHGH!” She released another vicious clamp on my defenseless love-flesh. Was I going to orgasm? By the gods, she’s tormenting my cock, and all I can think about is her channel of Venus garnished with a perfect wreath of silky hair. And her breasts, how I would savor them in my mouth.
My owner raised her foot and lifted my head with it so I looked straight into her face. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think your swelling cock is telling me you’re enjoying this. Gratification for your family and staff is not what this night is all about. It’s about my gratification, and all the other girls and young men you keep captive for your pleasure. We have one night to satisfy our anger and shame, and I won’t let you spoil it for me with erections and orgasms.” She walked away, and left me with the fiendish torment of her needles and clamps.
A few minutes later she returned. She carried a wide-bottomed funnel in one hand. She fitted it into the top of the cylindrical prison holding my cock upright. Her other hand held a large ladle of steaming liquid.
Damn! I’m sure that agony will put an end to my lust for her body.
I whimpered and shut my eyes as she positioned the ladle over the funnel.
; “Oh, don’t be such a baby,” she said like a scolding mother. “It’s not really boiling water. It’s just hot—very—very hot.” She tilted the ladle, and hesitated, a drop of fiery liquid glistening on the lip. She grinned, tormenting me with my dreadful expectation. “By the way, we have added a mild caustic to it to make it sting awfully bad and feel much worse. I’m pleased to say, it WILL hurt—like the fires of hell. Oh, you may get a little blister or two, but no damage to your precious manhood. You’ll be fucking again in a day or two.” She poured.
“AU-U-UG-G-H-H!” My body shuddered from the intensity of the sensation. My hips strained upward, I was amazed that I felt more than just pain.
“Damn!” she gasped, “you’re cumming!”
My hips were quaking as I sobbed in frustration and release. I felt so used, so degraded by this young girl who could trigger any response in my body. This was much worse than the pain; discovering I was no more free of control than she was. Never again could I strut through Blackthorne house, confident and certain that I was master of all.
“We will continue with these delightful games later,” she said. “I’ll have to find better ways to break your pride.” A dark, wolfish grin decorated her face. “Let’s go watch what poor little Addy is being forced to endure.” She called over a female Governor. They removed my cock-prison, released my weak and trembling body from the framework, and strapped me tightly to a vertical post on a wheeled platform. Once again my arms were imprisoned behind me. I was nothing more than a degraded animal my owner could abuse as she pleased. She grasped the tow handle and pulled me across the circle to where my little sister would be the helpless target of a crazed bully’s revenge and sex-lust.
“Jedrik,” she called out.” Come and have some fun.” She pointed toward a bondage bench with petite little Addy strapped down on it.
Addy lay on her back, her arms pulled straight up under her head and trapped in cuffs bolted to the bench at her wrists and elbows. Two beams of squared wood at the other edge of the bench rose up in a wide “V”. Addy’s shapely legs were stretched wide apart and strapped to them.
“Here’s a girl who needs you to teach her respect for your cock.”
A naked, grossly overweight, white giant loped toward us with an clumsy gait. His hunchback didn’t prevent him from towering over me and the size and length of his iron-hard cock made my heart stop momentarily. His deformed, cretin’s face was moon-shaped, with a squat nose and puffy, uneven eyes. As he leered at Addy’s defenseless pink pussy the tidal wave of his lust rumbled in his throat like gravel sliding down a sewer pipe. Thick drool oozed from his swollen lips and dripped from his chin. “She bad girl?” he asked my owner.
“She bad girl,” my owner answered. “She very bad. She hurt boys.”
“Jedrik make bad girl unhappy,” he replied. “Jedrik make bad girl struggle and cry.” He hobbled toward my unprotected sister.
My owner laughed at me straining against my straps. “There’s nothing you can do to help her,” she said. “Don’t you close your eyes or look away. There are some very nasty things I can do to your sister if you don’t watch everything Jedrik does to her.”
Chapter Ten
The Penalty Of Pleasure
Addy’s eyes widened with shock at the enormity of his brutish, knobby cock. Her belly fluttered with terror as he reached down with his beefy hands and mauled her tender breasts. She gladly gave her body to normal men, but this beast was a ponderous gargoyle of male muscle and a fat, protruding, barrel of a belly. He snorted, driven by a savage lust and bitterness with a cock that outweighed his undeveloped brain.
Jedrik knelt down between Addy’s legs and pressed his spittle-coated lips against her belly, gnawing her skin between his crooked teeth. He worked his mouth down to her pussy hair, leaving a trail of reddened bite marks. His hands flowed over her hips and up the inside of her separated thighs as he nuzzled her pussy.
“M-M-MPH!” Addy shrieked in her gag, squeezing her eyes shut and violently shaking her head from side to side. Jedrik’s face came up and he grinned at me, a tuft of Addy’s pubic hair clenched in his teeth.
A female governor strode up to us, slapping her truncheon into her gloved hand while she studied Jedrik’s behavior.
At last, I thought with a flood of relief, she will put an end to this atrocity.
“Is he causing you any problems?” she asked.
She pointed at me!
“No,” my owner said. “But if he does, I’ll make him wish he hadn’t.”
They both laughed at the trauma on my face.
“Good boy,” the governor said, patting Jedrik on his fatty buttocks. “Keep playing with your pretty toy.”
He grinned and bobbed his oversized head, like a child whose mommie had just given him candy. Turning his attention back to Addy’s pussy, he pressed his thumbs against each side of its lips and spread them open. He leered into her exposed pink sanctum, his frothy drool flowing over his lower lip and dripping on her thighs. “Want to fuck her now. Going to fuck her now.” He gripped his throbbing cock and dragged its globular tip through the spatter of his drool on her thighs, to lubricate it.
“Fuck her, Jedrik,” my owner said. “Fuck her hard!”
Jedrik’s malformed lips spread in a crooked grin as he mocked Addy’s panic. His whining, jittering giggle crushed my spirit as he pressed the tip of his ponderous cock against her pussy lips.
“ARUGH!” He roared a boast of conquest as he pressed forward.
Little Addy stiffened and shuddered. Jedrik’s cock strained, fighting to spread her pussy lips wide enough to swallow his manhood. He gasped with the effort. Addy shrieked and arched her back as his cock drove deep into her. She rolled her head from side to side while he pistoned in and out, stuttering out his giggles of pleasure.
I knew Addy’s moods. Chalmers and Shawe—even Broc and Gregor had described her reaction when she had begged them to chain her and fuck her to exhaustion. Her response was changing from terror to arousal. I could almost sense the excitement in her belly as she squirmed and strained as Jedrik’s monstrous cock pressed ever deeper into her love-nest with every thrust. She was mewing into her gag, her voice swelling louder as his rocking rhythm grew faster and faster.
Sweat dripped from the folds of his blubbery flesh. His eyes splayed wide open as he gazed at his cock plunging in and out of Addy’s pink paradise. Her breasts lurched and danced from the impact each time his bloated belly slammed against her thighs. Addy’s muffled voice changed to a rapid-fire chirping whine.
“YAU-U-U-U-GH!” Jedrik’s head snapped back, his distended mouth aimed at the sky as he bellowed out the passion of his climax. He jittered his hips, coaxing the last drop of elixir from his manhood, then tipped forward, dropping his bulky torso on top of Addy. He sighed, grinning with closed eyes.
Addy winced, her eyes shut and her nostrils flared, as she struggled for breath under the crush of his tremendous weight.
“Jedrik’s tired,” My owner said. “Let’s go look at the others while these two love-birds rest. We’ll come back soon. I’m sure he will do some even more interesting things to your sister. I wouldn’t want you to miss seeing any of it.” She grasped the tow-handle of my platform and pulled me around the curve of the stone circle. “Look, there’s a pretty sight.” She pointed to a dark silhouette of a bound man.
There was no mistaking the tall body of muscle-endowed Gregor. His sweat-drenched black skin gleamed like polished ebony in the firelight. With the assistance of the four male governors, His owner, that fail wisp of feminine beauty he had punished unmercifully only yesterday, had strapped him flat against a vertical, curved-forward steel stanchion. Even his incredible strength could not free him from the thick web of straps rigged around his spread-eagled arms and legs. His belly, cock, and hips, forced forward by the sweeping curve, presented themselves for her punishment. I could see his rippling muscles cording as he strained to escape. His monstrous manhood lay at full length on a narrow
shelf as she cunningly manipulated the hellish collection of implements attached to it. A soft leather bag enclosed his scrotum, with electric wires leading to a switch box.
I watched, my mouth gaping, as her fingers worked the controls on the implements and switch box. Her thumb pressed down the brass plunger on a wicked band of spiked metal clamped around his manhood. Gregor roared through his gag, his futile struggles to liberate his suffering genitals vibrating the stanchion. His sweat-drenched face tilted toward the dark sky as his shuddering cock lifted off the shelf and blasted a geyser of cum into the night air. Her eyes widened with rapture as his bound hips twisted and strained to pull his cock away from her merciless fingers. A devilish grin spread over her face, displaying her clenched teeth.
I stared transfixed by this vision of diabolical beauty. This dainty feminine tormentor, whose fragile beauty could be crushed in Gregor’s fist, had absolute control of his physical male substance. Watching her dainty fingers torturing his defenseless manhood stirred the primitive, animal pit of my mind, releasing a flood of sex hormones. My own cock was rising, dancing with the rapid rhythm of my pounding heart. I strained against the prison of my straps, savoring the sensation of being utterly helpless with my fragile cock in the hands of vicious females.
I ejaculated.
“I’m surprised at you,” my owner said. “You really enjoy all this anguish and abuse, don’t you? Wait until all your own maids see what makes you cum. I’ll give them all a turn with you.” She towed me to a group of naked girls picking through the instruments on the stone platform.
“Here’s a willing toy for you,” she called out to them. “Who wants to have him first?”
There was a chorus of girlish glee, every one of our maids eager to abuse me. “All of you at once, or one at a time?” she asked them. One, older and taller, stepped forward.
“Let her have him first, one maid said. “Yes.” Said the others. “She never hurt us. Let her have some fun.” They took her arms and led her over to me. “Go ahead,” they urged her. “It’s all right to do anything to him. The contract says so.” The mature woman stood gazing at my body with obvious longing. With a timid gesture she stroked her breasts as she moved closer. “You’ll be pleasurin’ me tonight, sair.” It was Lara, our cook.
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