Bound For Pleasure at Blackthorne

by Roger Hastings

  Lissa shrieked as she glanced down, and saw her body completely naked. Her toes wiggled for a grip on the floor, many inches below them.

  “Still want to dance?” the second voice said.

  Lissa struggled to focus her eyes on the pale figures standing against the far wall. One was the raven-haired beauty she saw talking with Richard last night.

  “Too bad Richard isn’t here for you to dance with,” the brunette said. “But don’t worry, here is a partner who loves to make pretty little girls dance.” She snaked her arm around the waist of a gigantic man. His oiled black skin gleamed in the flecks of morning sunlight streaming through the tiny barred window high up in the circular wall. The light shimmered on his bald head and the rippling muscles of his naked body. Lissa gasped at the mammoth flesh of his erect manhood. He lifted his clenched fist and displayed his braided leather whip.

  “Show her how we treat cheap whores who try to steal our men, Gregor.”

  “Yes, Mistress Treise.” His white teeth gleamed in his dark face as he took a step toward Treise

  She screamed, her body twisting and convulsing in the musty air of the tower. “I’ll wake up! I’ll wake up! This is just a horrible nightmare, and I’ll wake up!”

  Her shriek resonated in the round tower as the whistling leather tongue licked her defenseless belly.

  “Go easy, Gregor,” Treise said. “No scars, and no maiming. It’s the code of Blackthorne House; ‘Pain, but no wounds’.”

  Gregor laughed, his husky voice resonating with life and lust. “Yes, Mistress Treise, but I’ll make her beg and plead for my cock before I finish with the whip. I’m looking forward to forcing this into her.” He cradled his manhood in his free hand and caressed it.

  Lissa’s bladder emptied and she fainted.

  Lissa’s naked body convulsed as the bucket of cold water hit her face. “No-o-o-o,” she moaned as the water dripped off her shivering body.

  “Lazy bitch!” Treise snarled. “We let you sleep all night. Now stay awake and take your punishment.”

  The black ogre was still there, still clutching that fiendish whip. He raised his arm and drew it back.

  “No-o-o-o-o!” Lissa screamed. “AUGH-H-H-H!”

  ‘Augh-h-h-h’ the faint echo filtered through the branches outside the window. Morning songbirds tilted their heads and listened, then flew off, shaking their heads and looking for breakfast. For miles around there was no one who cared, no one to help the terrified prisoner. Lissa was a forsaken victim in the hands of a jealous rival and a brutal, sex-obsessed mountain of male flesh.

  Her tormented body twisted under the chains. She closed her eyes, tying to shut out the pain and terror. “Richard!” she cried out, “Richard, please help me!”

  But Richard was miles away, he and Allan now frantically searching through Blackthorne House.

  Selby shook his head. “I’m sorry, Sir Richard. None of us have found Lady Lissa, or your Cousin Treise. We’ve looked in all the usual places used during our parties...” He shrugged and lifted his empty hands.

  “Have any of the guests left the estate?” Allan asked.

  “No, Sir Allan. Everyone else is still here. But they will begin leaving soon.”

  Allan glanced at Richard. “Then they didn’t leave with anyone.”

  Richard’s mouth was a grim slash above his chin. “Damn! I can understand my cousin running off on some adventure, but Lissa has never been here before. She doesn’t know the buildings or the meadows. She could be lost.”

  “Or hurt,” Allan added. “I can’t bear to think of sweet little Lissa in pain.” They hurried over to the low stone wall guarding the edge of the cliff.

  “Halloo, below,” Richard called. “Any sign of the girls? Any scrap of clothing or a shoe, or...”

  “Nothing, Sir Richard,” Chalmers answered from the stony shore of the loch. “Nothing in the cave, either. They weren’t down here.”

  Richard turned back to Allan. “How about the meadow pasture, or the moor? Maybe the forest; she certainly would get lost on those twisting paths.”

  “No, never. Lissa is terrified of being alone in the dark. When she was five years old she wandered off from our family picnic. We found her in the woods, much later as it was getting dark. She was clutching her doll, shaking and crying. It took Mummy hours to calm her down. She had nightmares for a week. No, Lissa wouldn’t go anywhere near the forest.”

  “Well, then, let’s search the house again, including the basement. Then the path out to the road. Only Gregor’s horse and cart are gone, so she must be on foot. She can’t be far.”

  “No, please!” Lissa whimpered. Her voice was weak with shock and exhaustion. “Don’t do that to me again!” She lay on her back, strapped down on the narrow bench, her legs spread wide.

  Gregor grinned and lowered the gleaming metal spider into her crotch again. “You can have this mechanical biter on your pussy lips, or my cock inside it.” His smile morphed into a scowl. “Beg me to fuck it, or else!”

  “No. please, it’s not nice, I can’t...YAUGH! STOP! AUGH!”

  “It distresses me to see you so stubborn,” Treise said, wiping her fingers across Lissa’s sweating forehead in mock compassion. She reached down and caressed Gregor’s cock. “Isn’t it magnificent? I’ve felt it inside me many times. I would like it inside my pussy right now, but Gregor promised his cum he would pump it into yours. Isn’t that sweet of him?”

  Lissa shuddered as the silver tarantula gripped her pussy lip it its jaw for the tenth time and bit down hard.

  “Augh! Take it off, please, for pity’s sake, take it off!”

  Treise waggled Gregor’s cock in her face. “Rather get fucked?”

  Lissa closed her tear-drenched eyes and rolled her head from side to side, “Yes, yes, anything, just please get that horrible thing off my body.”

  “You didn’t say, ‘please’.” Treise reached over and worked the trigger on the metal tarantula. A tiny needle pricked into Lissa’s pussy lip and vibrated.

  “OW-ow-ow-ow!—Yes! Please! Please, please fuck my pussy.”

  “That’s better.”

  Gregor released the jaws and lifted the spider off her pussy. “Sorry I don’t have champagne, flowers and music to woo you with, but this is not in the nature of a seduction.” He hoisted his huge frame onto the bench and lowered the ponderous weight of his torso onto her petite body. “Most girls tell me this hurts.” His godlike cock kissed her pussy, then breached its defenseless perfection.

  Lissa’s mouth stretched wide, preparing to scream. She paused, then sucked in a gasp of air. Gregor’s cock pressed hard against the velvet walls of her Venus-chamber. The sensation! This was neither pain, nor shame! His wiry pubic hair scrubbed her love-bud, setting it aflame with rapture.

  Gone was the pain in her crimson stripes; gone the vision of Gregor’s arm sweeping down again and again, flinging the tip of that fiendish whip athwart her naked skin.

  Gregor lifted his head, closing his eyes and grinning. “This one’s tight!” his voice rumbled. He laughed, focusing his whole concentration on his cock’s sensations. “I know why Sir Richard wants to keep this pussy.”

  “He won’t,” Treise snarled. “Just do your job right, and he will never see her again.”

  Lissa didn’t hear them. Her mind was back on that stone platform, with Richard cycling his hips in her crotch. She saw his face, heard his voice. Her lips moved, her whisper alive with passion. “Oh, yes, Richard, I do love you.”

  “What is this?” Lissa’s father said. “What do you mean, you can’t find her?”

  Richard’s face was creased with worry lines. “We are still searching, Lord Corwin. We are as concerned as you. We will find her.”

  Allan interrupted before his father could speak again, “Father, we both know what Lissa is like. My sister loves to play tricks on us. She’s just hiding, probably peeking out of her hideout, laughing at us and enjoying every minute of it.”

  “I hope yo
u’re right, son.” His frown relaxed. “Yes, I’m sure you must be right. She knows I have to return to London today, and I was going to take her with me.” He looked around at the buildings and trees behind Blackthorne House. “She’s out there, somewhere, having the time of her life while we worry ourselves to distraction.” He shook hands with Richard. “Thank you for a most gratifying evening with your pretty girls. I must say, they really know how to drain a man’s juices. When you find my daughter, don’t let her near those girls. Mark my words, she would end up becoming one of them.”

  He walked toward his waiting carriage, and climbed in without a backward glance. The driver flipped the reins and the horses trotted away down the curving path to the highway.

  Allan looked at Richard, “What about your cousin, Treise? She hasn’t returned either.”

  “She’s off on one of her adventures again. She loves to play the most unexpected and bizarre games. She made a bet with my Uncle Gerritt. She’s probably out there in one of the pastures with that old man. I expect she’s tied him down in one of the cattle pens, teasing his cock and trying to make him cum. I don’t expect we will see anything of her until tomorrow.”

  Lissa gulped down the water, crouching inside the small cage. Gregor slid a plate of food against the bars. She scooped it up with her hands and wolfed it down.

  “Why feed her such delicious food?” Treise asked. “You gave her the same meal you fixed for us.”

  “I don’t hate her like you do,” Gregor answered. “She’s such a pretty thing. It flattered me how she climaxed along with me. A man likes that, you know. Makes us feel virile.”

  “You did more fucking than punishing,” Treise replied. “I should have asked Crom to kidnap her.”

  “He wouldn’t do it. You know that, too, that’s why you asked me. Crom’s completely loyal to the Caileans; especially Sir Richard.”

  “Men!” Treise spat out. “Your own cocks inside every pretty girl’s pussy or mouth, or rectum. That’s all that you care about.”

  “What else is there?” Gregor asked with a grin.

  “Me! My future. Richard belongs to me!”

  Gregor’s rumbling chuckle filled the round room. “You’re his second cousin, so you can fuck him, but marriage? I don’t think your Aunt Caroline would allow that. Sir Richard may be the legal head of the family, but Lady Caroline is the real power in your family.”

  Treise scowled. “You’re wrong! Richard loves me, and he won’t let his aunt ruin his happiness.”

  “I think it’s you who are ruining his happiness.” He tilted his head toward the cage against the wall. “Right now, I bet all he can think about is her. When this night is over, he will not have slept a wink. You are missing, too. But it’s not you Richard is worrying about.” He ducked and laughed as she threw her plate at his head.

  “You’re wrong! I’ll prove you’re wrong. I’ll go back to the house. Richard will be so glad to see me safe, he will fuck me all night and never think of this panting bitch!” She tossed a scathing frown at Lissa and clambered down the stairs. Gregor sighed as he heard her slam the door behind her and drove off in his cart.

  “That woman is in trouble, I’m sure.” He turned to Lissa and refilled her empty plate. “I’m glad she’s gone, aren’t you?”

  Lissa looked up at him. “Thank you, Sir. It tastes so good.”

  “The food, or my cock?”

  Lissa smiled and blushed crimson.

  Gregor unlocked the cage and let her out, snapping the chain back on her collar. “No more whipping, my little beauty. Your pussy is all I’m interested in now.” He scooped up her petite body and carried her over to his bed.

  Outside the owls hooted and the moon rose, growing fat in the star-pricked sky. Lissa’s moans and sighs betrayed her desire, as she wrapped her thin white arms around Gregor’s waist and drew him down on top of her.

  “Where have you been? Where is Lissa? Have you seen her? My God, you’ve been gone for twenty-four hours!” Richard’s face reddened as he spoke.

  “Don’t shout at me,” Treise shot back. “I’m not your child, and I’m not your wife either.” She scowled, “I can’t for the life of me understand why I’m not.”

  “Understand what?”

  “Why you haven’t married me. No one else will ever want you more than me.”

  Richard struck his chest with his finger. “What about what I want! Maybe that’s why we aren’t married. You think I couldn’t possibly have a different idea? Do you ever bother to find out?”

  “I don’t have to! I know in your heart you love me! You have to! I hear what you say when we are fucking! I listen to those animal sounds you make! No other woman could make you do that! I’m perfect for you!”

  Their shouting had attracted an audience at the foot of the stairway, servants looking up and listening silently.

  “Well, you’re wrong! There is someone else who makes me mad with passion when I’m fucking her, and she doesn’t try to tell me who I must marry!”

  “That bitch? That common whore you danced with last night?” Treise laughed. “She’s just a child. What can she know about servicing a cock? I did you a favor!”

  Richard gripped her blouse, “What did you do?”

  Treise hesitated, her voice suddenly calm. “Nothing. No, nothing. I’m just trying to tell you what a mistake you are making. That’s all.”

  Richard glared into her face a moment, then released her. “I’m going to find out what happened to Lissa. And if I find out you had anything to do with it...”

  “I thought you loved me...why are you saying those horrible things?” She clenched her fists and tears streamed down her cheeks. “I hate you, Richard Cailean. I hate you!” she turned and ran, sobbing as she slammed her bedroom door behind her.

  Selby turned and lifted an eyebrow, looking at the others clustered around the foot of the stairs. Miss Ballard swished her riding crop at the two maids and they scampered away down the hall.

  “I hope this doesn’t ruin the party for Sir Richard. I’ve never seen him this distraught.”

  Miss Ballard sighed, “I tried to warn him about that cousin of his. She’s always interfering when I try to discipline these insolent little sluts the family has for servants. She’s getting too impertinent for her own good. Now, I’ve tried to give her good advice, but...”

  “Pity the poor girl he fucks tonight. He’ll be thinking about Miss Treise, and very angry.”

  “Good,” Miss Ballard answered. A crooked grin marred her face.

  Treise heard the knocking on her door. She sat up, tossing the bedcovers aside. It’s Richard. He’s come to apologize. She shoved the boy aside and went to the door, not bothering to put on her nightgown. She jerked the door open, and slumped when she saw Uncle Gerritt standing there. The boy slipped off the other side of the bed and hid, cowering on the floor.

  “Sorry to disturb you, my dear, but we do have a bet, you know.”

  “What?”

  “You know, Lord So-and-So. You have to make him cum twice,” he rubbed his chubby hands together and leered at her bare breasts, “or you’re mine!”

  “Oh. Now?”

  “He’s waiting downstairs, happy as a child in a deserted candy store.”

  “Very well, but I’d rather wait until morning.”

  “Oh, well, if you want to concede right now, I can just tie you up and...”

  “Let’s go. I need to win something tonight.” She walked toward the staircase.

  “Don’t you want to put something on?”

  She shook her head. “Let him see me naked. Maybe his cock will twitch.” They started down the stairs.

  “I heard your argument with Richard. I think you are right, of course. Richard’s just upset and worried. He’ll come back to you.”

  Treise smiled and gave him a squeeze. “Thanks, Uncle. I hope you’re right.” She looked around the room. “Where is he?”

  “In the parlor, on display.”

  They ste
pped through the archway, and Treise got her first look at her challenge. A man in his fifties stood in the center of the room, naked and bound. His gag prevented him from introducing himself, but couldn’t disguise the grin lines around his eyes. His arms were strapped up behind him in the standard Blackthorne House harness. His ankles were handcuffed together.

  Treise grinned and rubbed her hand across his round, protruding belly. “You have such a tempting target. I think I’ll start by decorating this and your wide buttocks with whip marks.”

  The man’s eyes widened.

  She wiggled his shrunken cock with her finger. “And what’s this? Why, it’s poor limp John Thomas! The tiny fellow needs to grow a bit if he wants to find the way into my pussy.” She unlocked his ankle cuffs. “Come on, old clump, let’s deflower you.” She slapped his ass and he trotted down the corridor.

  “Where are you taking him?” Gerritt asked.

  “Where we won’t be interrupted. Where he won’t be distracted while I’m stimulating him.”

  Gerritt cupped his ear to emphasize the sounds of sex sports coming from each room. “That will be hard to find in this house during a party.”

  “To the west tower,” she replied. “I’m taking him up on the roof.”

  “Well, that is a novelty. What’s up there?”

  “I asked Crom to set up a special mount there for our contest. I have something special planned for our tournament, Uncle Gerritt.”

  “Remember, I must be able to watch you make him cum.”

  “Of course, you’re part of my plan.”

  Gerritt’s face lost its smile. “What do you mean?”

  Treise gave him a secretive smile, “You’ll see.” She opened the door to the narrow stairway that wound around inside the curve of the tower wall. “Up you go, your lordship. Step lively.”

  They scrambled up the dim, shadowy stone stairs. It was so narrow they went single-file; His lordship first, then Treise, with Gerritt bringing up the rear. He enjoyed the view of Treise’s ass and pussy lips wiggling up above him.

  Treise opened the trap door and they stepped out on the flat, round roof, surrounded with a decorative low parapet, waist-high. A dark sky spread out over them, its ebony velvet stretching up from the horizon all around them. Stars hung in the silent sky like diamonds on silken threads.