Bound For Pleasure at Blackthorne

by Roger Hastings

  Scott’s bedroom faced the south, and he marveled at the afternoon sun floating golden over the uplands. A sunrise that, last night, he was sure he would not live to see. Scott was beginning to understand the purpose for his family’s bizarre initiation rites. After that, he saw that everything was changed, because he was changed. A whole new world of the sensual was opened up to him.

  A simple sunrise was more beautiful than a symphony, a painting, a sculpture or a garden had ever been before. Even pain had become something to be valued, something to be sought out, because of how it transformed and liberated human minds and bodies.

  All of these things seemed more beautiful and more appreciated. Food tasted better. The air was sweeter and more invigorating. Friendships and faces dearer and closer than those poor souls in the mediocre world could ever know or share.

  And sex! SEX! Even the Greek gods never knew such joy! Such ecstasy! And when it was a beautiful captive struggling against her chains as a man’s cock pistoned in and out of her defenseless pussy, it was paradise!

  Scott moaned with ecstasy as Fiona straddled his thighs and her hands cunningly moved from healing to masturbating him. She had narrow leather bands around her wrists. Silver bells were loosely attached around them, tinkling and chiming as her one clasping hand joggled up and down the throbbing length of Scott’s manhood, and the other sensually fondled the sack of his scrotum. He closed his eyes, dreaming of the night when it would be cute little Kerrie, and then beautiful Poppie, who would be chained naked to his bed, forced to satisfy His most bizarre and brutal sexual fantasies.

  How many ways do I want to fuck thee? Let me count the ways.

  Fiona was well-trained. Her hands worked their euphoria on Scott’s cock. His body stiffened and cum spurted from the dark eye of sex. It spattered her dancing breasts and dribbled down her belly. When she finished milking Scott’s manhood dry, she leaned forward and lay down on his naked chest, squirming and twisting until Scott’s cum was smeared between them, cementing their bodies together. They lay in each other’s arms, not caring for the time, the hunger rumbling in their bellies, or anything. Scott was initiated. He was in the glory of manhood. The world could go hang. Fucking was all he cared for, and the Cailean family had a house full of beautiful girls to abuse and fuck anytime he wanted them.

  I will! I am a Cailean!

  Chapter Four

  Doctor Scott Gets Examined

  Selby, the butler, stood in the parlor doorway. “There’s a military gentleman here to speak with you Sir Richard, a General Mercher.”

  Scott pushed the maid’s head away from his crotch, and his cock came out of her mouth with a wet, plopping sound. Richard made no attempt to push his maid away from his spasming cock.

  “Don’t stop now,” Richard said to Scott. “Fiona is well trained and good with her tongue. She’ll make you cum again.”

  “But, the general...” Scott said, his face flushing red.

  “General Mercher is an old crony of my father’s. He used to spend a few weeks up here every fall with him, shooting woodcock in our moors all day, and shooting cum into our girls all night. He’ll not mind.”

  A tall, barrel-chested man marched through the archway into the parlor. His cap was wedged under his beefy arm, his left hand holding the black leather gloves he had removed. His balding head caught the sun, highlighting the white, wispy hairs over his ears.

  “Hello, Sir Richard,” the general said. He walked over to Richard without a pause and extended his right hand. He glanced down between Richard’s thighs at Janna, Sir Richard’s personal slave. “You certainly have your father’s eye for pretty young girls. This one’s a beauty.”

  “Thank you, General...”

  “Call me ‘Renny’, like your father did.”

  “If you like, Renny. I was just going to suggest you stay for tea, and my little Janna will service your cock, too.”

  “Delightful!” he exclaimed. “But first I have a more urgent task here. Bad news, I’m afraid.” The room became silent as we all waited for him to continue. “There’s been a rather bad spot of luck in the Balkans. Seems the Archduke Ferdinand was assassinated in Serbia a few days ago. Russia and Austria-Hungary are mobilizing. Germany will declare their support, I’m sure. It’s war for certain. War, and I’m afraid your reserve officer’s commission will be activated soon. We need good men like you.”

  Scott was stunned. He hardly heard the rest of their conversation as the images of slaughter and maimed bodies materialized in his mind. Even Fiona’s genius tongue racing around the purple bulb of his cock couldn’t hold his attention. It was a few minutes before Scott realized the General was now speaking to him.

  “...stroke of luck that you are a medical man, I hear. Good show, there’s bound to be a bit of flesh and blood messed up. Be a splendid opportunity for you.”

  “What? I’m sorry General, I wasn’t...”

  “Renny, lad! Call me Renny. You’re a Cailean, too.”

  “I was thinking of all the deaths there’s bound to be. I’m afraid I wasn’t listening.”

  “Of course, understandable, you being a doctor and all. I was just saying to Sir Richard, we’d like him to donate part of this large house to be a hospital. Not for the surgery cases and dying, of course. More of a rest sanitarium, where our boys can relax and find some peace while they are healing. Richard says it’s a splendid idea. We both want you to run the hospital, and take charge of the nurses. What do you say to that?”

  “Well, I...uh...”

  “Splendid! I knew we could count on you. By Jove! I’ve just had an extraordinary idea!” He grinned at the bobbing head of the cute little maid servicing Scott’s cock, “Why not dress up a few of these delicious morsels in skimpy nurse’s uniforms and parade them through the men’s wards. They’d make saucy night nurses, comforting the boys with their submissive bedside manner. What a splendid way to buck up morale!” He and Richard grinned at each other.

  “Well, I guess...” Scott mumbled.

  Renny marched over to Scott and clapped him on the shoulder. “I knew there were men in Blackthorne House willing to give their all for King and Country. Wonderful spirit. From now on, everyone will call you ‘Doctor Scott’.” He looked back at Richard, his trousers' crotch bulging. “Now, how about that tea? I see your girl has sucked you dry, and I’m eager to feel my cock inside her mouth.”

  ***

  It seemed so odd to Scott that he was walking down a hallway stark naked. But Chalmers walked next to him, and he was naked, too. No one who passed took any notice, except Lissa and our Aunt Willa, who smiled at our cocks swinging like the long pendulums of grandfather clocks.

  “Please let me know when your cocks are ready to strike twelve,” Lissa said. “I’d love to be there, to wind you up again.”

  The two men continued on around a few corners until they walked into a dark closet and closed the door behind them. Pushing aside a rack of clothes, Chalmers exposed another door in the back wall. “Here’s the secret passage to paradise,” he said. He unlocked the heavy oaken door and swung it open.

  “I recognize those narrow stone stairs curving down into the darkness,” Scott said. “That’s where Lissa took me down into hell and initiated me.”

  “Ah, yes, Doctor Scott. But she had to take you through hell so you could earn the keys to paradise. Follow me. There’s a whole lot more to this cellar than you have seen, and it’s waiting to pleasure you.”

  They descended as Scott counted the steps...nineteen, twenty, twenty one...he reached the bottom. “I didn’t realize it was so deep down here.”

  “We need high ceilings in some of the rooms to suspend our newcomers from chains.”

  “Newcomers?”

  “Yes. The newly captured or purchased girls, or occasionally we get a boy or two.”

  “Boys?”

  “Not children, Doctor Scott. Only girls and boys eighteen or older. The Cailean family is very strict about that. Some of our lady customers
like to purchase a strapping black African boy with their huge cocks, or a native lad from the Amazon. They can fuck like rabbits, and never seem to get enough. I’ve seen lots of those lads cheer up quickly when they discover what kind of slavery they have been sold into. Sometimes I catch them standing with their bellies pressed against the bars of their cells, their huge cocks erect and stuck out between the bars. Each one of them wants our lady customers to choose him next.”

  “Is this where you are keeping Kerrie and Poppie?”

  “Yes. I will show them to you. But...” he stopped and gripped Scott’s arm. “I want to prepare you for what you will see.”

  “You haven’t hurt them, have you? I don’t want them injured or...”

  “No, Scott. We don’t maim or injure our captives. However...” He released his arm and they continued down the dim, narrow passageway leading to an intersection with another passage far ahead. When they reached it, Chalmers led Scott around a sharp corner to the left. “We train all our new captives down here. The training regimen is severe and brutal. We have to break their will, and terrify them into submission. Young girls have such stupid rules drummed into their heads by spinster aunts or frock-robed tyrants waving a black book over their heads like a weapon. These poor girls haven’t the slightest idea what sex is! All they are allowed to believe is that we are ravening male monsters who want to rip off their skirts, burrow between their legs, and torture them to death with our cocks.”

  “What?”

  “Really, it’s true. When we strip them naked they scream and shriek and shake with terror. We bring them in here and train them by making modesty and chastity painful, then force them to experience the ecstasy of sex. In a week or two—longer for the stubborn ones, their minds are forced to accept the reality of their orgasms, and beg for the next cock to be stuck in their pussies.” Chalmers winked, “The rest is easy, when they begin enjoying it.”

  “You fucked Kerrie and Poppie?”

  “No, Scott. None of us have stuck our fingers or cocks, or any device in their vaginas. We’re saving their virginity for you. I can speak from experience—I’ve ripped apart more than a few maidenheads here, and it’s a paradise fuck a man never forgets. When we capture a virgin, we fuck them before we train them. It’s more fun then. You’ll find out how thrilling it is to fuck a terrified, screaming girl while you feel her beautiful, helpless body struggling underneath your belly. It stimulates me to squirt a lot more cum when I’m fucking an agonized virgin.”

  We reached the end of the passage and turned the corner. A few dim, smoky lamps hung from the curving arch of the passage’s ceiling. A row of steel-barred doors was on each side. Scott counted them; twenty-four, twelve on each side. Some were empty, most held the sleeping form of a beautiful naked girl. Above each door was a card with the girl’s name and date of capture. Down the left side was a list of painful training equipment, and punishments. There were check marks next to some.

  “How could any young girl not be broken to sexual obedience after these terrors?” Scott asked.

  “There’s three generations of Caileans that created and refined that list, Scott. We produce the finest young girls and boys in the white-slave trade. We kidnap or buy the best and most beautiful girls from all over the world, and keep the best for ourselves. When we finish training Kerrie and Poppie for you, they will prove it. When you get tired of them, and they bore you, we will sell them for a fancy price.”

  “Have our cake, and eat it, too?”

  “Yes, Scott, and what delicious frosting flows out, when you want to eat them.”

  There was a small, dark cell at the end. Chalmers stopped and gestured at the door. Scott peered through the bars. Kerrie crouched naked in the corner, her eyes wide with terror. She stared at Scott, recognizing his face, shocked at the vision of his naked body and proud erection.

  “No, Kerrie, I have not come to rescue you.” Scott’s smile was so wide and wicked, and he was very pleased that he felt no guilt. Once again, he learned another wonderful thing about his initiation; it purged away guilt and flushed the self-defeating inhibitions from His conscience. He was free! Scott chuckled as he stared at Kerrie’s bruised and cowering body. She and Poppie are mine! I’m free to feast on the consummate pleasures of captive female bodies.

  The cuffs on her wrists and ankles were joined by a short length of robust chain. The links clinked and rattled as Kerrie struggled to cover her naked feminine charms with her arms and legs.

  “She still needs to learn to expose her breasts and pussy when men look at her. About three or four more days, I should think. By then she will cave in and surrender. Look at the dark circles under her haunted eyes. No girl could withstand much more of what we are putting her through.”

  Kerrie turned her face away and began to cry.

  “And Poppie?” Scott asked.

  “At the other end of the cellar, Scott. We keep them separated so they can’t talk and encourage each other to defy us. Isolation is a powerful tool to break down a girl’s resistance.”

  He turned around. “Come on, I’ll show you what’s being done to her now.” Scott followed him back down the dark corridor, this time turning in the other direction at the intersection of the two passageways. “Way down at the end,” Chalmers said. “She’s in a special room we rigged up just for her. Wait until you see what a fiendish torment we created for Poppie to endure.” When they reached the end of the long passageway, he pushed open a low door and they ducked through.

  The wash and murmur of the ocean surf echoed off the stony walls of the domed chamber. Light streamed in through an underwater hole where the salt water surged in and out with the rhythm of the surf. Tethered in the center of the round room, bobbing and tilting in the constant tug and shove of the waves, was a tiny raft. An iron-barred cage was bolted on it, with a terribly sea-sick Poppie moaning and retching inside.

  “Remember what you told me about her?” Chalmers asked. “How sea-sick Poppie got even on the relative stability of an ocean liner?” He pointed at the green-faced girl, her naked body doubled over in agony. “She’s been dry-retching for more than an hour. By this evening, all her pride, stubbornness, and resistance will be gone. We will let her sleep tonight, then tomorrow we have another delightful adventure planned for you. She’s going to be your sexual feast at the end of a long and terrifying chase.”

  “What do you mean? What chase?”

  “I won’t tell you more. Your mother, Lissa, and I dreamed up this special day for you, and we want what happens to be a delightful surprise.”

  Scott looked back at Poppie. She lifted her head, her face a picture of fear and despair as her eyes pleaded with him.

  “Scott,” her voice was a weak croak. “Help me!”

  Chalmers planted his fists on his muscular hips. “There will be no end to your agony until you surrender. This will go on and on and on until you kiss my cock as a sign of your willingness to obey and serve our sexual commands.”

  “No,” she groaned, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Please, I can’t stand any more of this. Please, please,” she sobbed, “let Kerrie and me go home to our mother! She told us to never...”

  Chalmers tugged Scott through the door and slammed it behind them. “Typical,” he said. “Girls, especially virgins, always go through that last stage of resistance before their conscience caves in and they surrender.”

  “They are very beautiful,” Scott said.

  “Lovely, both of them. I envy you, Scott. Two of the prettiest girls in Blackthorne House, bound and helpless, naked in your bed.” He sighed.

  Scott lay a friendly hand on his forearm. “I’m sure there is a Cailean family tradition of sharing in Blackthorne House.”

  “Thank you, Scott. I’m looking forward to fucking both of them.”

  “Just what the doctor ordered,” Scott said with a wicked grin.

  The rest of the week was spent moving the Cailean’s furnishings out of the east wing to make room for the ho
spital equipment. Scott supervised all the activity, and drew up the plans for placing the beds and examination tables. A few days later, the trucks began arriving with the supplies and beds.

  “What’s all this then?” the movers asked as they carried in the beds. “Lor’ Gov, there’s them funny ringbolts on the head and foot o’ the beds, an’ those leather straps on the examination table. Looks like you was going to fasten something down.”

  “Special design for some new medical equipment,” Scott replied. “Just do your job and forget any questions if you want to get paid.”

  “Sorry, Gov, just hoping for a hint.” He grinned and licked his lips. “Always wanted one o’ them young, pretty nurses to rub my swelling ‘til it spits up, and then tuck me in for the night.” He winked.

  “This is a hospital, not a whore-house. And I will report your remarks to the moving company.”

  “Oh, don’t do that, Gov, I got a wife and kiddies to support.”

  “Then get your cock-rub from her.” Scott grinned as the man disappeared through the side door. If you only knew...

  Scott had just finished his supper and was deep in his hospital plans when Lissa arrived. She stood in the open doorway of Scott’s new medical office and knocked on the door frame. “They’re ready and willing, Scott.”

  “What?” Scott glanced up from the scatter of papers on his desk.

  “Kerrie and Poppie. Your personal sex-captives. They finally broke down and submitted to slavery two days ago. It took them this long to recover from their ordeal. I love it when a young girl or young man refuses to give in. Gives me an excuse to experiment with new ideas for punishment. But in the end, they always squeal and shriek their surrender, begging us to stop abusing them, and agreeing to service us sexually. How I love my life here at Blackthorne House.”

  “Where are they?”

  “In the stables. We arranged a fun evening and night with them for you; but first, you have to catch them.”