Bound For Pleasure at Blackthorne

by Roger Hastings

  “Catch them?”

  “Come on,” Lissa said with a giggle. “It was my idea.” She skipped down the corridor with Scott trotting behind her. They went through the house and out the back door, and along the short path to the stables. The sun was sinking fast in the west as they entered the cool stable. Lissa led him to a stall with a steel-barred door swinging open. There was a thick post inside, with leather cuffs attached to the top and bottom. “Step inside,” Lissa said with a bright, chirping lilt in her voice.

  “But it’s empty. Kerrie and Poppie aren’t here.”

  “This stall is for you, Scott. Come on, be a sport. Don’t spoil the fun.”

  “But...”

  Lissa pushed him inside. “Scaredy-cat. Afraid of what poor little Lissa might do to you?” Her laugh was like music.

  “No—it’s just so...”

  “Stand with your back against the Post. Now hold your arms straight up above your head—higher!” Lissa hopped up on a stool beside the post and Scott felt her buckle the straps tight around his wrists. “Now your ankles,” she chirped, jumping down and crouching at his feet. “There, now the fun begins.”

  Lissa began rubbing her breasts and crotch against him as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt, kissing and licking his chest as she progressed down to his navel. “My, my! What is this swelling in your pants? Guess I’ll just have to play doctor with you and unbutton them to find out.”

  “Uh-h-h-h,” Scott exhaled noisily as Lissa’s talented fingers unbuttoned his fly and squirmed inside.

  “Oo-o-o-o! Is this what you’re going to shove inside Kerrie and Poppie? I think I’d love to share their adventure. Do you mind if I tag along with them?”

  Scott groaned as she skillfully stimulated his manhood. “Gawd, you’re a cruel little minx. All promises and no Kerrie and Poppie. But Richard tells me stories about the wild and sensational sex-frolics you dream up. I’ll be glad to let you play your game with me.”

  “Good! Now, let’s get these unwelcome clothes off your body. They weren’t invited to my party.”

  Scott closed his eyes and floated in a strawberry dream as he felt Lissa ripping and tearing off his clothing.

  “Now that’s much better!”

  Scott opened his eyes and grinned. Not only was he naked, but Lissa’s beautiful body stood before him, with all her feminine charms laid bare. His cock was dancing with life. Lissa knelt before him and kissed the swollen purple head of his manhood. “Master, please abuse me,” she said. The mood of her solemn vow of surrender evaporated in her uncontrolled giggle. “I love to be on my knees in front of a naked man and forced to do that.” She stood up and stepped through the barred door, closing and locking it.

  “What about my Kerrie and Poppie?” Scott asked. “I want to fuck them.”

  “You can fuck all three of us, as soon as you catch us,” Lissa replied.

  “Catch you?”

  “Shawe,” Lissa called out as she strode out of Scott’s sight, “please prepare me like you did Kerrie and Poppie, then show us to Scott before you let us leave.”

  Shawe, the Master of the Stables, answered from the shadowy far end of the building. “Yes, Lady Lissa. I have everything prepared.”

  Scott strained to hear more, but there were only a few giggles from Lissa, and then, the snort of a horse. After about ten minutes, there was the clump-clump of hooves approaching. A chestnut mare appeared outside Scott’s stall. Lissa was naked and sitting bareback on it. Her arms were pulled far up behind her, secured with a cruelly cunning harness that allowed her no freedom to use them, and no possibility of defending her body from any threat.

  She wore a wide leather collar around her neck, equipped with a noisy bell that jangled with her every move. She wiggled her torso to make it ring. “To help make sure you find us,” she said with a giggle.

  Her ankles were imprisoned in wide leather cuffs, attached to a strap passing under the horse’s belly and cinched tight. There was no danger of her falling off, or escaping.

  She winked at Scott as Shawe turned the horse’s head and led it outside and tethered it. He returned and led a second horse, a vigorous gray mare, in front of Scott’s stable. Kerrie sat on it, harnessed, wearing a belled collar, and her ankles strapped down just like Lissa was. Her bountiful naked breasts surged with her rapid breathing. Lissa had perfumed them, and accented the nipples with rouge.

  Kerrie stared at Scott with terrified blue eyes, astonished at his naked bondage. Her eyelashes were damp with her tears. She clamped her eyelids shut and let her head droop when she saw his dancing erection aimed at her defenseless body. Shawe led her horse out and tethered it next to Lissa’s.

  A few moments later he led a white mare to Scott’s Stable. Poppie sat on it, wearing an identical harness, bell-clinking collar, and ankle strap. Poppie’s long, raven-black hair gleamed from having a thousand brush stokes, and cascaded down her back, almost touching the rump of her horse. Her jutting, conical breasts swayed and jiggled as her horse pawed the floor impatiently. Their nipples were adorned with gleaming gold-leaves, drawing attention to their raspberry perfection.

  “They’re all yours, Doctor Scott. Three of the most beautiful girls in Scotland; all three naked, helpless and unprotected. Oh, what a wild and extravagant game you will play with them.”

  “If only I could,” Scott replied. “But I don’t even know what kind of game it is!”

  “The best game in the world, Doctor. What every man dreams of. Hunting down beautiful girls, capturing them, and fucking them to your heart’s content.” Shawe lead Poppie’s horse outside.

  Scott heard him untether the other two horses, then slap three horse’s rumps and shout, ‘giddy-up!’ Hooves pounded in the turf, gradually fading in the distance.

  Shawe returned. “They’re fine horses, Doctor Scott. They’ll run fast and far, and give you a challenge to find them. I’ve been instructed to give the girls a thirty minute head start, then release you and send you after them on your own saddled horse. You’ll be naked, too, of course. Adds to the excitement if you have to chase them through a village or past a farmhouse.”

  There was a sound, then a shadow approaching on the floor in front of Scott’s stall. Shawe looked around the corner. “You have a visitor, Doctor. It’s Addy; Sir Richard’s young sister.”

  A petite, blonde-haired girl pressed her naked body against the bars of the door. “Hello, Scott. Lissa said I could play with you until the thirty minutes are up.” She rubbed her breasts and belly against the steel shafts. “I know lots of fun games. I’ll teach you one.”

  Shawe laughed and opened the door. “Guess I’ll leave you in this vixen’s diabolical hands, doctor. I’ll be back in half an hour.” He winked at Addy, “Tease him, but don’t please him. He’s saving all of it for those three girls.”

  “You just go do your job, and I’ll do mine. Go on! Shoo! Shoo!” She shoved Shawe out of the stall and he locked the door.

  Addy swaggered up to Scott’s naked body, leering at his still-firm erection. “That’s a fine one you have, Scott. Mind if I touch it?”

  “What if I said, ‘no’?”

  “Since you are bound hand and foot, and can’t stop me, it doesn’t much matter what you say, does it? Lissa knows I enjoy playing rough with a man’s cock. That’s why she strapped you to that pole and stripped you naked, so I could play with my favorite toy. Oh, don’t squirm and tug at those cuffs binding you. It won’t hurt for you to let me sport with your cock until you leave.”

  Scott bit his lip as Addy cradled his cock in one hand and stroked it with her other. “You got a real masterpiece, Scott. Nothing to be ashamed of. I’ve teased and squeezed almost every man’s cock here at Blackthorne House. Some men like to have us girls kidnap them and strip them naked. Then we strap them down on a bench and the girls put their faces close to his defenseless cock and watch me molest it until he cums all over their faces. But I only get to fuck the captive young men when they’re not promised to visiting
ladies, or when we’re not auctioning them off. My brother Richard’s rules.”

  Scott gasped, biting his lip and holding his breath while Addy continued caressing his manhood. “Even Richard lets you do this to his cock?”

  “You have to ask him, Scott. It’s my first rule not to mention names.” Addy crouched down, inspecting Scott’s manhood closely. “You must give the girls a good fucking when you skewer either of their holes with this masterpiece.” She glanced up, grinning as she gazed at Scott’s blue eyes. “If you ever get bored, or tired of captive girls...”

  “No thank you, Addy. I know you are just trying to be friendly, and seduce me, but I really don’t...”

  “I can make you cum, you know.” Addy’s sublime fingertips feathered the quivering purple head of Scott’s cock. “I could force you to cum right now, even against your will! Even when you desperately struggle and strain to prevent an orgasm. You are bound and helpless, and your feelings are focused on how defenseless and vulnerable your cock is. That arouses a man; feeling his cock in some girl’s hands and knowing that she can do anything to it that amuses her, and he can’t protect it.

  “Close your eyes and concentrate on feeling my fingers exploring your throbbing cock. Yes, that’s right—that’s the way. Allow forbidden thoughts to enter your imagination. Surrender to the dark desires you’ve hidden in the darkest corner of your mind. Release it! Confirm its yearning for the sweet sensation of surrendering—giving up the freedom and safety of your manhood into my hands.”

  Scott’s head pressed back against the rough, splintery surface of the post, his eyes clamped shut, breathing in ragged gasps through his clenched teeth.

  Addy’s eyes glittered with carnal intoxication. “Moan and gasp to reveal your surrender to my will. Confess to me how exhilarating it is for you to realize I am in control of your penis and scrotum, not you. If I want your cock to cum in my hand or mouth, it will cum for me. It is my prisoner, and it must obey my will, not yours. You can’t stop it!” Addy smiled and gazed affectionately at Scott’s trembling manhood. “But I won’t. You need every drop of precious sperm for those pretty girls trying to escape.”

  She removed her dancing fingers from Scott’s cockhead and resumed stroking its shaft. “I love it when I can strap down those captive young men on a bench in the cellar and masturbate them to exhaustion. I love to hear them squeal and beg me for mercy while I fill my mouth with their most tender and sensitive flesh and rake it between my teeth.”

  Addy curled her fingers and dragged her long, sharp fingernails lightly over Scott’s cockhead. “I like to get carried away sometimes; get really mean and rough. It’s fun to slap around their defenseless cocks, or grip them in my fist and squeeze as hard as I can. Or I scrape their cockheads with my fingernails like this. I use a lot more pressure, though, and keep doing it again and again and again until it’s burning like I had set it on fire.

  “But then, after I’ve had my fun with them, I put some soothing lotion on my hands and keep masturbating them until they can’t spurt another drop. They all enjoy their orgasms and soon come to look forward to my visits.”

  Addy sighed and stood up. “All this talk and toying with your cock got me really excited. After he lets you go, I will seduce Shawe into strapping me to this pole with my chained ankles pulled wide apart. No one will mind if he abuses and fucks me. When he gets tired out, I’ll saunter up to the house and check out the new captives locked in the cellar.”

  Scott closed his eyes and tried to pretend it was Kerrie and Poppie who were caressing him so skillfully. Then he had to stop when he heard Addy’s giggle and realized he was fully erect.

  “See what I mean, Scott? When a man’s bound and helpless, he’s thinking about how terribly accessible and vulnerable his cock is. Makes it easy for me to masturbate him to orgasm.” She giggled again and shook her head as she felt the ecstasy muscles twitching and the blood throbbing in Scott’s manhood. “I’d better stop now, before you spurt. I’d love to feel your hot sperm splattering into my hands, but Richard warned me not to go too far.”

  She released Scott’s cock as Shawe unlocked the stall door and swung it open. He held his pocket watch in his other hand. “Well, guess I can unstrap your wrists and ankles now. It’s been thirty minutes. Those three girls are long gone and out of sight. You’ll have a fine time trying to find them. Don’t lose hope, though. Remember, Scott, they’ve got their arms strapped up behind them and can’t control where their horses go. We trained those horses to be afraid, and run away from your horse. But I’ve trained your horse to smell a girl’s pussy a mile away. He’ll locate them for you. So when you find one of the girls, chase her awhile before you catch her. Makes it more interesting for both of you when she screams and panics, and desperately tries to avoid your touch.”

  Addy unbuckled the straps and Scott rubbed his wrists and ankles. “Addy, I don’t know whether to be angry with you for fondling my cock—or to pity you because you weren’t allowed to force me to ejaculate—or envy you. But I am thankful you spared me from ejaculating. I’m just not ready to give up my chance to fuck Kerrie and Poppie. They’re still virgins—until I catch them!.”

  Shawe gripped Scott’s arm, “Just one more thing, doctor...”

  “What’s that?”

  “Lady Lissa insisted you had to wear this, too.” He opened a box in the corner and pulled out another leather harness. This one had the wrist cuffs attached to a heavy-duty clock. “Lady Lissa said it will be much more interesting to chase her and the other two girls if you couldn’t capture them for awhile—makes the game last longer, and scares those poor defenseless girls out of their wits if you keep chasing them for hours.”

  “How does this harness work?”

  “I strap your arms up behind you, real tight—just like the girls are—then I start the clock running and set the release mechanism to free your wrists after a certain length of time. Then you can grab the girls, but not before.”

  “How much time? When will my arms be released?”

  Addy displayed a fiendish grin while Shawe strapped the strong harness on Scott. “Oh, that would spoil the game if you already know how long you will be forced to wait.” She clapped her hands with delight. “The clock is behind you, and you can’t see it. You can hear it ticking away, but just have to endure the torment of never knowing when and where you will be when the wrist cuffs pop open.”

  Shawe continued, “And, of course, just like the girls, you won’t be able to dismount, or control where your horse takes you. There are reports of grotesque creatures skulking through the meadows and forests in the night. The farmers and people in the villages are too terrified to go out there in the dark. But you and the girls will be out there. Maybe you, or those poor girls, will meet someone—or something—out there. You’ll hear a sound; a leaf rustle, a twig snap, or an angry snarl in the shadows. Just think how that will feel, the four of you being so painfully aware how impossible it is to protect yourself. It will be getting dark soon, and maybe one of you will be stalked by some unfriendly, fiendish creature that will take advantage of your absolutely defenseless predicament!”

  Scott shuddered. “I’ll say this for the Cailean Family, they sure know how to show a helpless person a good time!”

  Shawe led out a black stallion and helped Scott into the saddle and strapped his ankles tight to the horse’s belly. “I don’t suppose we will see you back before morning, Scott. You’re going to have a fine time. If I may make a suggestion, take one of the girls to the circle of stones in the forest clearing. There’ll be no moon tonight. It’s a fine place to abuse a struggling captive under the stars.” He winked with a lascivious grin, “You’ll see what I mean when you discover what’s waiting in the center of the circle.” Shawe slapped the horse’s rump and Scott was carried out the door at a bounding gallop. He could just hear Addy’s voice as he flew along the path northward.

  “Come on, Shawe. The post is waiting, and the cuffs are still warm. Now it’
s your turn to play with my toys.”

  Chapter Five

  Over The River And Through The Woods

  “Poppie! Please don’t leave me!” Kerrie twisted her head around, watching Poppie’s white mare veer off and gallop away toward the east.

  “Oh, Kerrie, how can I come back? I can’t steer my mare, she’s going where she wants to go. Kerrie, I’m so scared—help me!”

  Lissa’s chestnut mare broke away to the left, thundering north across the brushy heath.

  “Mistress! Please! Don’t leave me all alone! I’m afraid to be alone and lost!”

  Lissa glanced back over her shoulder. “I’m as helpless as you are, Kerrie. We’re all at the doubtful mercy of our horses. I’m very sure that Shawe has been training our mares for the last month to take us to some very dreadful places when it gets dark. The sun’s setting, and then all three of us are going to be scared. I’m sure Crom and Gregor turned loose some horrid things out there just waiting to surprise us in the dark.” She was far off to Kerrie’s left now, and the last thing Kerrie heard was Lissa’s fading laugh.

  Poppie and her mare were tiny in the distance, still hurrying toward a thin line of trees surrounding Ladylove Lake with Kidnapper’s Island crouching like a hunchback in the middle.

  Kerrie turned her head back to the left and saw Lissa far ahead, her horse galloping toward the south-pointing finger of Blackthorne Forest.

  Kerrie’s mare stayed on the narrow path of Moorland Lane, carrying her northeast toward the green scum covering Smuggler’s bog. Her silken bronze hair streamed out behind her in the wind, the jutting grandeur of her buxom breasts jouncing and surging with the rhythmic vigor of her mare’s gallop.

  Four miles along the path she passed a tiny hut, the shelter for Barth, the herdsman. He stood outside beside the path, grinning at Kerrie’s naked charms. His fists were planted on his hips, and his trousers were down around his ankles. The proud shaft of Barth’s manflesh jutted out toward her, displaying the glory of his erection. “I’m going to catch you, pretty girl,” he shouted after her. “I’m going to sneak up on you in the dark. When your horse gets tired and can’t run anymore, I’ll grab you and fuck you until my cock falls off!”