Bound For Pleasure at Blackthorne

by Roger Hastings

Now it was too late to refuse. Scott had taken a step into a new world. He tingled with excited anticipation as Lissa marched up in front of him. Scott was bewildered at the feelings of joyful, trembling anxiety welling up in his belly.

  Why am I so happy to give up control of my body to this beautiful little vixen?

  She shed her blouse, shoes and stockings, and stood grinning up at his face, wearing only her skimpy skirt. She pressed her fists against her hips, her naked breasts jouncing with each breath.

  “Strip off your clothes, slave! Hurry up, all of them!”

  When Scott stood in blushing nakedness in plain view of everyone, she folded her arms. “Down on your knees!” she sneered down at him. “Rather slow to obey tonight, aren’t we? Well I have a cure for laziness in my playroom. Now, remove my skirt!”

  Scott reached out and very gently pulled down her white silky miniskirt. He had a perfect view of her pussy’s tawny pelt. She could see him staring at it.

  “Keep your hands on the floor. Now, kiss it!”

  This part, at least, was pleasant for Scott. Her pussy lips were dewed with the taste of forbidden delights.

  “Stand up!”

  Chalmers stepped behind Scott and pulled his arms back. He felt cool metal close around his wrists. Next, Scott’s ankles were manacled with a short chain between them. A gag was shoved in his mouth and buckled tight behind his neck. He was defenseless in the hands of a young girl more than a foot shorter than him, with a body that weighed less than half as much as his.

  This is delightful!

  “Chalmers, our estate manager, is waiting at the cellar door with your blindfold. I want you to see my fiendish idea for beginning your initiation. Come!” Lissa’s strong fingers gripped Scott’s cock and she jerked him forward. He nearly fell when the short ankle chain snapped taut with his first step.

  A beautiful, petite little expert of torture led Scott away to his destiny.

  Chapter Three

  Prisoners In The Stone Belly

  “Please, no! AIE-E-E! Please! Don’t hurt me again!” Kerrie hung suspended, lurching against the taut chains holding her naked body spread eagled upright in the center of the training chamber. Her bronze-red hair stuck to her sweat-drenched skin. Across her belly and thighs spread a thatch of crimson stripes that matched the color of her hair.

  Gregor strolled around her, grinning and stroking her exposed feminine charms. His gleaming teeth seemed all the whiter, framed by his dark red lips and the black skin of his body, oiled and gleaming. He halted in front of her, his huge, naked frame towering over her beautiful body, gloating at her frail helplessness. Gregor cupped her quivering breasts in his brawny hands, savoring the sensuously silky feel of their pale flesh. Every inch of their full, lush roundness bore the crimson bite marks of men’s teeth.

  Their cinnamon-brown aureoles framed the protruding pink of her nipples. He massaged their petite rubbery mounds with the flat of his thumbs, circling them, forcing them to bend first to the left, then to the right. Kerrie gasped and whimpered in anguish, feeling the stinging pain. The touch of his playful thumbs echoed the pain Kerrie had endured all night long as biting teeth and pinching fingers feasted on their soft delight.

  Other men had come in that previous night. Swaggering into her chamber of horrors, and grinning like demons at her unprotected nakedness. Kerrie could see them in the flickering orange light of the smoky lamp dangling from a short chain from the ceiling. Their naked bodies sported an obstinate, upraised man-weapon, engorged and made iron-hard by the hormones and ruby-red blood pounding through its tangled and knotted skein of throbbing veins. A dark tangle of cock-hairs circled its base, a laurel-crown of victory over female resistance. In the dim, flickering light the hair’s shadows squirmed and writhed around the base of their cocks like a nest of black spiders yearning to crawl up into her pussy.

  The men’s hands and teeth explored Kerrie’s lush curves, soft mounds and sweet crevices of her body, abusing the intimate places of her femininity. They took turns tormenting her nipples with their teeth, clamping down on them, rolling them around first one way, then another. Then there were the gleaming metal pinching clamps, their fierce bite causing Kerrie to scream each time they were applied, then removed, then applied again, over and over and over until she fainted. A bucket of icy water revived her, and they continued with their pitiless sport. Gregor hung a rubber bag in front of her face, toying with the long hose. He teased the bulbous nozzle against the crack of her ass, joining in the laughter as the men mocked the look of terror glazing her wide eyes.

  But never once did any of them skewer her pussy with their sex-scepters of manhood. Their fingers and tongues only caressed and fondled the soft cushions of her pussy lips as she shrieked and struggled, never entering her cleft of Venus. The supreme triumph of rupturing her maidenhead was reserved for Scott’s impatient cock.

  After a sleepless night, the men left her alone with Gregor. His rumbling chuckle revealed his pleasure as he listened to Poppie’s whimpers, gasps, and moans. He stood in front of her vertical body and deliberately nudged and stroked her spasming belly with the huge, black fleshy shaft of his throbbing manhood.

  Kerrie clamped her eyes shut, her lower lip quivering as the tears dripped from her cheeks. “Oh, please, don’t touch me with your...male-thing!”

  Gregor’s flashing white-toothed grin mocked her tear-drenched eyes. “When Mr. Scott gets done reaming your cute little pussy with his white cock, I’ll treat you to a real man-fucking with this.” He waggled his long, thick torpedo. “Black is better!”

  “No-o-o-o, not that! Oh my god!” She gritted her teeth and tried to escape into the far corner of her mind.

  Kerrie summoned the memory of her home. She was safe, tucked into her warm, fluffy bed. Her father hugged her, and her mother bent to kiss her cheek. Kerrie heard the soft, melodious voice of her mother singing the familiar lullaby every night, that soothed her into a flower-garden dream as she slept peacefully.

  Safe. Protected. Guarded and coddled. She and Poppie; pampered, privileged, innocent girls, their lives revolving around the feminine cotton-candy of girlish daydreams and pink-cloud fantasies. Taking for granted that life would always be carefree and happy. That men would never be allowed to touch them or frighten them. That men only existed to give them everything they wanted. That men must work and sweat for the money to buy anything that caught the girls’ fancy.

  ‘Never let a boy touch you, dear,’ her mother told Kerrie and Poppie. ‘They have filthy minds, and only want your bodies for their own evil pleasure.’

  ‘What kind of pleasure, Momma?’

  ‘They have putrid, slimy, probe-things between their legs. They hide them in their pants while they smile and say nice, sweet things to deceive you until they get you cornered far from help. Then they...’

  ‘They what, Momma?’

  Momma’s face was crimson with shame and pious guilt. ‘They force your legs apart and squirt their filth in your cunny and make you have a baby!’

  Yes, men were no better than housebroken dogs, the pets that pleased you; all they were good for is to obey a girl’s command, and be punished when they displeased you. Yes, girls could use men, and ignore them when they weren’t wanted. She and Poppie never doubted that everywhere, they would always be treated with kindness and gentle agreement. Isn’t that the way life is meant to be?

  “AIEEGH!” The fiery stroke of Gregor’s whip smashed her dream and forced the cruel truth back into her mind. She and Poppie were not home. Mother and Dad would never come to rescue them. There was no kindness and mercy here. The men in this grim cellar cared nothing about her suffering. They enjoyed seeing and hearing her react to pain. And they would use Poppie and her to pleasure those horrible sex-savage weapons jutting out from their naked groins. How long could she and Poppie endure this torment? How many agonizing hours could she and Poppie resist before these monsters broke their wills? What repulsive sex acts would they be forced to perform when p
ain abolished their modesty? Kerrie tilted her head back behind her shoulders and groaned in hopeless grief.

  ***

  Poppie’s shrieks and howls flowed out of the dark archway that lead down a dismal, narrow corridor. It was lined with dark, hungry cells eager to swallow the naked bodies of pretty young girls, imprisoning them behind the steel-barred doors of their stone bellies.

  At the far end, in another lamp-lit, musty training chamber, Poppie hung by her wrists from chains dangling down from the black ceiling. Crom had tied her elbows together behind her head, forcing it forward and down. Her bare toes squirmed in the air, desperate to touch the floor.

  “AGH! OW! Stop hitting me, you monster! YIKE!” Her naked body twisted and jerked as Crom worked his three-foot-long willowy leather-covered riding crop up and down her back, whacking her back, buttocks and thighs. A dim, flickering lamp hung from the ceiling of the corridor, casting the sinister shadow of the steel-barred door across the unprotected flesh of her nakedness.

  Crom paused and looked down, grinning at the maid kneeling between his feet. Her strawberry blonde hair swept over her shoulders as she pleasured him with her mouth. “Take it easy, Fiona,” he said. “Just keep me hard and stimulated. If you get careless and let me cum before I’m done with this new girl, I’ll chain you up here and whip you next.”

  A flicker of anxiety surfaced in her tear-rimmed blue eyes, and she gentled her tongue, slowing the rocking of her head. Crom sighed and turned his attention back to the moaning Poppie. “Think you’re too good to please a man’s cock, eh?” He drew back his arm and swung hard.

  “AUGH!” Poppie’s body lurched and bent into a bow, straining to move her welted ass as far from the stinging switch as possible.

  “Are you willing to kiss my cock now?”

  “No!” Poppie’s voice croaked, hoarse from her screaming. “Never, you perverted beast!”

  Crom’s muscular arm swung again. The maid winced at Poppie’s scream and sucked Crom’s cock full into her mouth. The spasm of her throat muscles overpowered his will to delay his cumming.

  When a captive girl becomes an experienced sex-slave, she quickly discovers more about men’s cocks than mere wives and lovers learn in a lifetime of tedious, boring fucks in a tiresome suburban bedroom. The helpless girl comes to realize that his abusing of her defenseless body is a male’s nuclear-power aphrodisiac. Her cries and the struggles of her immobilized body uncage the ravening beast living in every normal, healthy male, as he violates her enslaved flesh. Every cock can rise up and thrust like a stallion when presented with the exposed beauty of a captive female’s unprotected orifice.

  Crom’s hormones raged through his veins. The god of sex blessed his balls and compelled Crom’s cock to surrender his glutinous spoil to the maid’s nuzzling. The working of her tongue triggered his orgasm. A Niagara of cum poured down her throat as her muffled moans signaled her struggle to swallow his turgid spew.

  Poppie hung limp from her chains, her staring eyes shocked by the unbelievable scene before her. Her belly shuddered and she gagged at the spectacle of a man’s sex-thing pushed into a delicate feminine mouth. The dark specter of grim truth dawned in her tortured mind; that these men would break her will with pain, fear and exhaustion. Their cruel instruments, whips, and thin, biting rods would drive her to perform this same disgusting act to service the fiendish cruelty of their insatiable desires. All too soon it would be her crimson lips and virgin mouth that amused and gratified an endless quota of cocks. Poppie’s half-crazed mind sank into the hell-hole pit of despair. Her stomach convulsed in dry-heaves, and she fainted.

  ***

  “Hurry up! We have a long way to go.” Lissa jerked at Scott’s cock, towing him down passages, twisting around corners, and through dark hallways to a ponderous oaken door. It had massive steel hinges, and a lock strong enough for the Tower of London. Chalmers stood next to it, a large black key in one hand, a blindfold in the other.

  “Open the door, Chalmers,” Lissa said. “Before you blindfold him, I want Scott to see the stairs I’m taking him down into the darkness.”

  “Yes, Lady Lissa,” he replied. His grin was unsettling Scott’s struggle to keep a brave face. The key ground in the lock, and the six-inch thick door groaned open on the moaning hinges.

  “See,” Lissa chirped as she spayed her fingers across the thickness of the door’s edge. “Six inches of solid oak. Soundproof. It’s so delicious. You’re absolutely helpless—I have you all to myself—and no one will know what I’m doing to you!” She burst out with a flood of giggles as the blindfold settled against his eyes. Scott’s world went dark.

  Chalmers stood behind him, his powerful body ready to enforce Scott’s obedience if he was foolish enough to attempt an escape.

  “Isn’t it too delicious?” She laughed as Scott felt her stroke his belly with her coiled whip. “You’re going to be a good boy now, and obey me, aren’t you?” Lissa shoved the whip up and down against his limp cock.

  Scott nodded his head, ‘yes’.

  She giggled again. “I know you will dear Scott, because if you resist you’ll feel this whip where it will change your mind instantly.” Scott heard a swish, and winced as her whip cracked inches in front of his defenseless belly. “I’ve whipped more than a hundred men since I came here,” he felt her fondle his scrotum, “and I know where it hurts the most.”

  Then Scott felt a leather leash being tied around his cock. “It will be fun towing you wherever I want to take you,” she said. “Now, let’s go down to our secret play room. When I get you strapped down, I’ve got lots of toys to make you struggle and beg for mercy. I have a bet with Aunt Caroline about how many times I can make your defenseless cock cum tonight.”

  As Scott tried to move his chained legs down the steps his tethered cock flapped between his legs like a town-crier’s bell. He couldn’t ignore the sensuous feel of its constant proclamation of what everyone’s body was conceived for, awakened at puberty with a guarantee of ecstasy.

  “Almost there, dearest. Then the real fun begins. We have a huge collection of the most woeful toys that hurt worse than you could ever imagine in your most frightening nightmares. After you endure your own initiation, you can use them on Ginger’s cute little body. Isn’t that going to be marvelous?”

  Lissa forced Scott down that long, narrow stairway until they reached the bottom, then she turned Scott to the right. He could hear the echoes from the stone walls of the narrow passage. After twenty paces she stopped him and he heard the metallic groan of a steel-barred door swing open. She shoved him inside.

  “There’s a long wooden bench just next to you. Lie down on your back on it.” She tugged and shoved until Scott was positioned. He felt stiff leather cuffs lock around his ankles. Then she unlocked his wrists and stretched Scott’s arms up alongside his head. Another pair of leather cuffs imprisoned his wrists. There was a clicking sound, and Scott felt the cuffs stretching him taut. Lissa pulled a belt across his belly and cinched it tight.

  “There, dearest cousin-in-law. You’re exposed and helpless. I can do any naughty, cruel thing I want to with your naked body, and there’s nothing you can do about it.” She pulled off his blindfold and grinned down at him. “Welcome to the Cailean family initiation. It’s my responsibility to make sure you will never be able to forget what I’m going to do to you.”

  Scott’s heart skipped a few beats as she lay down on top of his body, stretching out her warm flesh against his.

  “It’s all about sex, Scott. Being helpless, defenseless, your sexual parts naked and terrifyingly unprotected while someone abuse them and fucks you for their own pleasure. The secret, Scott, is that you will discover you enjoy being abused, too. It sensitizes you to wonderful, magical, ecstatic sexual thrills you could never hope to discover with ordinary fucking.” She pressed her warm, moist lips against his ear and whispered. “Real girls want men to capture them, bind them, strip them naked and abuse them. Oh, Scott, I can’t describe how fa
ntastic my orgasms are when I am strapped to a framework with men abusing me and fucking me.”

  Scott felt her body quiver.

  “Ohmygod,” she gasped. “I almost had an orgasm just telling you about it.” Her breathing slowed to normal and she slid off his body. “Now, Scott, you are going to be educated. It will hurt, you’ll think I am cruel and dangerously insane while I am abusing you, but when it is over you will understand why we do this. There’s no other way to open our wonderful world to you.”

  She went over to the wall and took a braided whip down from a hook. She came back and stood beside the bench, stroking the serpentine length of the leather whip. “Don’t be mistaken, Scott. I really enjoy doing this to defenseless girls and men. I’m going to feed my lust by abusing your unprotected body.”

  A glazed, far-away wildness glittered in her eyes as she stared down at Scott’s naked torso, her free hand massaging her pussy. “I must have this way of life. Whether I am the abuser, or the victim, it makes me cum all night long.”

  There was a moment of silence while Scott’s heart pounded in terror. Then Lissa lifted the whip above his unprotected belly. The first sound was a swish of the leather, then a searing pain stabbed his groin just above his cock.

  “You’re really panting now, dear cousin. I’m really enjoying listening to your anguish.” He heard her sigh with contentment. “This is such a lovely evening for a whipping, don’t you agree?” Her arm swung the braided leather serpent up and swept it down on his frail flesh again.

  The night lasted for an eternity, then they both sank into an exhausted sleep.

  ***

  Scott awoke. He was lying on his own bed with a naked maid cuddled against his aching body. A slim, brass chain locked to her leather collar stretched to the eyebolt imbedded in the heavy oak post of his bed.

  “Was it bad, sir?” It was Fiona. She was gently rubbing a soothing ointment into Scott’s welts. It, and her delicate fingers, felt wonderful. “Welcome into the family, sir. Now you can fuck me and abuse me whenever you want to.” Her feminine hand cradled his sore cock carefully and stroked the ointment on it.