Bound For Pleasure at Blackthorne

by Roger Hastings

  Kathleen heard men’s laughter, and lewd jokes, then—to her amazement—they left her without forcing their lusting attentions on her defenseless body. The sound of their feet shuffled away through the grass and their voices faded into the distance.

  Alone in the silence, and blindfolded, Kathleen’s physical sensations were sharpened to new heights she had never experienced before. Never had she felt such total helplessness, such defenseless exposure of her undressed body; her arms immobilized, her legs spread wide against her will. She was painfully aware that the nakedness of her body was at the mercy of brutal strangers who might stroll by and amuse themselves abusing her with casual cruelty.

  Kathleen waited, strapped to the framework, blindfolded and listening to noises. She dreaded every sound, imagining some hungry predator approaching her exposed and unprotected body.

  The sun was warm on her skin, and the summer air caressed her spread thighs, confirming her public nakedness. Her fear could not blunt the sensuous nerve impulses, forcing her attention to focus on the tactile stimulation of her bared pussy hairs. In her thigh-spread predicament they were exquisitely sensitive to every tantalizing current of air. Like phantom fingers, the breeze toyed with her hairs; teasing her with explicit hints of carnal joys.

  Kathleen had dedicated her life to her career, ignoring the attentions of pimply boys in her school. As she climbed the ladder of success the men around her pleaded for her attentions. Always, she rebuffed them, sometimes publicly abusing them with cruel humiliation. Fate’s cruel amusement would exact a woman’s worst nightmare; to be naked and fucked publicly, all the world watching her being deflowered.

  Kathleen’s captivity had abruptly ended her career. Now her body was available for men’s pleasure. Fate had forced her into suffering a crash course in obscene lovemaking. And then when the first man, that lucky man who won the right to break her maidenhead, was finished with her, there would be a long line of unmerciful cocks to besiege her delicate pussy.

  Kathleen bit her lip, trying to ignore the fiendish butterflies coming alive deep inside her pussy, filling her belly with an ache of yearning. Soon her labia glistened with anticipation.

  Damn! This can’t be happening—not to me—I’m a respectable woman. No, no! I mustn’t get wet down there. I must never let them...Ungh! Naughty Kathleen, you’re thinking dirty thoughts. Mustn’t think about them touching me there...

  She let her head fall forward and tried to crowd out the shameful images of her impending tragedy from her imagination. Time passed, and nothing happened. Birds sang as they flew past her, mocking her with their freedom. The breeze caressed the meadow, carrying the scent of blooming flowers. The residue of the drug still muddied her mind, and she dozed.

  The sound woke Kathleen. She heard the sinister slither of bare feet swishing through the lush green grass. A man was approaching her from behind. There was a pause, then a touch. Her body went rigid. She felt warm male hands press against each side of her perfectly shaped waist. There was a warm, throbbing erection of naked male flesh pressing flat against her back, just above her ass. Then his face rested against the side of her head, cushioned in the billow of her russet hair.

  Vance’s lips moved against her earlobe. “You’re beautiful. Your body is the reality of every man’s sex fantasy. You’ve wasted it by hiding it inside clothing. We brought you here to put an end to your selfish refusal to share it with men. Now we will teach you the truth of what beautiful women exist for, what exquisite sexual services your female flesh will be compelled to perform.”

  Kathleen whimpered as his hands glided forward and caressed her trembling belly, gently circling against her silky skin. She gasped and bit her lip as the tip of his finger lightly traced circles around her navel. Vance used both his hands as his skillful fingertips sought out the tender, secret, forbidden realms of her flesh. With diabolical meandering, he slowly played her quaking torso like a magnificent musical instrument.

  The stimulation of a male touching her nakedness intensified the ache in her belly, hurting her with an unaccustomed pleasure, tormenting her innocence with a promise of forbidden joys. With each orbit Vance’s hands slid higher, inching up over the gasping cadence of her delicate ribs, closer and closer to the quivering surge of her lavish breasts.

  “No,” she gasped. “Please, don’t!” Her voice was husky with terror, her throat was dry and hurt with every word. Kathleen strained against her straps. “Please, stop! Please don’t...”

  “Don’t fuck you?” His breath was hot in her ear as he laughed. “Yes, I will fuck you. I’m the lucky man that drew your number out of the hat. I get to fuck you first. Then when I’ve fucked you until I can’t get another erection, the other men will fuck you. Every day—every night—whenever we want to—as much as we want to.

  “Sometimes we fuck our captives out here in the meadow, with everyone watching. You know that’s why we brought you and your friends here, to fuck all of you. To feel our cocks stroking against the wonderful velvety softness inside your pretty pussys; to gaze at your lovely faces while we fuck you, to watch your breasts jerk and bounce as you struggle.” Vance drew a finger across her trembling lips. “And enjoy the pleasure of hearing you scream as we feel the ecstasy of our cocks spurting cum into your incredibly beautiful bodies.”

  Kathleen whimpered as his fingers swept up under the unprotected softness of her opulent breasts and cradled them in his hands.

  “So large and firm. I desire the lovely women who have such large and gorgeous breasts. You truly are one of the most beautiful women in the world. And now you are mine, to do with as I please.”

  She felt his fingers splay open, surrounding the roundness of her breasts. Vance squeezed the soft globes, kneading and undulating their resilient softness. His breath was hot and rapid in her ear as his fingertips brushed the delicate cinnamon surface of her aureoles, deliberately circling her swelling nipples. Kathleen’s head tilted back, pressing against Vance’s shoulder. Her breath came in tiny gasps, her crimson lips open, revealing the arc of her petite, snow-white teeth. She bit her lip when she felt his thumbs and forefingers clamp against her tingling nipples. Vance gradually increased the pressure, crushing their soft, defenseless protuberance until Kathleen cried out.

  “You see,” Vance whispered hoarsely in her ear. “I can do anything to you, and you cannot avoid it or escape. Pain and pleasure; we will force you to endure both.”

  One of his hands slid down her torso, creeping dangerously close to her pussy. His fingers pressed into her abdomen. “Kathleen, your face is so pretty, your body is so beautiful. You are driving me wild with lust! Oh, Kathleen, I want impregnate you, and watch you grow my baby right here in your beautiful belly. Would you like that?”

  “No-o-o-o, not that. Please, not that!” Kathleen wept with despair, the tears dripping from her cheeks.

  “Some of us delight in fucking our favorite captives when she has a huge, swollen belly. Their pussys are so tight, and so hot inside.” Vance stroked one hand over her spasming abdomen. “The pleasure is indescribable!”

  “No—no! Please!” Kathleen’s head drooped forward, her words punctuated with her sobs. “Don’t do that to me!”

  “If it’s a boy, I will raise him to be like us men, kidnapping beautiful young women like you, and fucking them in this secret prison. If you give me a daughter she will be raised in a boarding school, and when she celebrates her eighteenth birthday we will bring her back here to be trained to know nothing except pleasing men’s cocks, then sold to the highest bidder.”

  Kathleen went limp in her bonds. Her voice was weak with shame and anguish. “Oh, God, let me escape from this horrible nightmare!”

  “I am the son of one of the men who was on the staff at a secret sex-prison full of beautiful young captives, about twenty-five years ago. He captured a pretty young girl and spent many happy hours fucking her until he was sure he had impregnated her. Nine months later she gave birth to me. I never knew which man was
my father, but they all took care of me.

  “I grew up with the other boys in that place. Some of them must be my brothers. We got quite an explicit education in anatomy and biology! As soon as we enter puberty, we are trained how to masturbate so we will develop powerful sex glands brimming with testosterone. On my eighteenth birthday I was stripped naked and locked in a cell with a pretty girl and taught just how much fun a man can have abusing a defenseless female body.”

  Vance slid his other hand down across Kathleen’s belly and between her wide-spread thighs. One hand began fondling her silky pussy hairs while with the other, his wily fingertips stroked her throbbing pussy lips with the finesse and seductiveness of a butterfly’s wings. “Now it’s my turn to have fun making a baby inside your belly.”

  “Oh my God—OH MY GOD!” Kathleen almost choked with passion. Her pussy lips were on fire. The ache in her belly swelled into a inferno, demanding to be sexually defiled. Her body screamed the truth to her mind; Damn maidenly modesty...Damn decency...Damn society’s stupid and hypocritical ideas of shame! Men and women were born to FUCK! Kathleen heard an urgent feminine whimpering. She recognized her own voice, speaking the feral words welling up from the secret darkness in every woman’s mind; “FUCK ME!”

  Vance moved in front of her, his throbbing cock positioned at the ready. With his arms around her slightly plump waist, he crushed his naked torso against hers. His rigid manhood entered the moist temple of Venus. Her maidenhead was a frail, useless defense. With a roar of triumph, Vance pressed the purple knob of his cock through the tissue. Kathleen screamed as she felt him ripping it open, his cock forcing her captive vagina to surrender her unprotected paradise.

  Vance began slowly; stroking forward—a pause—then stroking back—another pause. He bellowed out his lust as he abused her; growling, groaning, grunting his pleasure, savoring the sensation of Kathleen’s virgin vagina clasping his cock. Its caress was a thousand angels fondling his love-flesh. An almost unendurable tingle of ecstasy trembled in his manhood.

  Damn! Her virgin pussy’s milking me!

  Kathleen groaned in wordless desperation. Save me! save me! she cried out in her mind. Please, someone pity me—stop him! Oh! Oh! What’s happening? My body feels so strange—he’s hurting me, but it’s paradise! Oh bliss, I feel so wonderful! All my life I was told this was dirty, that only depraved girls enjoy being fucked. Oh, all you aggressive, dominating men, will you always make me feel like this when you force your man-thing into me? Oh, God—I’m a naked prisoner! A naked man is fucking me in the middle of a meadow where everyone can watch. I’m so ashamed, and yet and yet—I want to throw my head back, open my mouth wide and scream as loud as I can! Oh, please, why is my bound and defenseless body shuddering in ecstasy while he fucks me? Please, oh, wonderful Mother Nature, tell me! Tell me! I want to understand!

  Chapter Ten

  Oral Therapy

  “Splendid!” General Mercher said. He strutted along in front of the line of beautiful girls, each attired in her skimpy nurse’s uniform. Every girl had her arms crossed behind her back and strapped up tight in the ubiquitous Blackthorne House harness. Its special design for rendering a pretty girl’s feminine charms temptingly displayed and delightfully unprotected had become a trademark of the Cailean Family. No pageantry was spared to make these humiliated girls’ sensual embellishments available with undefended enticement.

  A starched white nurse’s cap perched atop their elegantly embellished tresses. Each cap bore a large, black identity number, making it convenient for any male to present a written request for her for his bedtime pleasure.

  The general’s fingers drifted down his uniform to unbutton his fly and serenely jockey his erection. “They look so tempting, I almost wish I had been wounded in battle so they could nurse me back to health with their intimate charms.”

  “At least, General,” Scott said, “do us the honor of staying through the night. I’ve prepared a bed for you in the therapy ward, and you have your choice of girls for your night’s pleasure.”

  “Yes, of course, Scott. But I must return to France in the morning.” He stalked down the line of trembling girls again, drinking in the vision of their prominent breasts exposed above their white silk waist corsets, and the deliciously curved length of their thighs revealed under the lacy feminine hem of their scanty white skirts. In the front of the girls’ skirts, an upside-down “V” was cut out of the flimsy fabric, its lace-trimmed opening exposing her silky muff of perfumed pubic hair. Blazoned on the front of their corsets was a large red circle and lower cross of the zodiac symbol for the female. The bottom of the vertical line of the cross was shaped into an arrowhead, pointing straight down, drawing every male’s eyes to the dainty bower of Venus peeping out through the cut-away opening of every skirt.

  The prominent penis jutting forward from General Mercher’s groin betrayed his thoughts. He shook his head and sighed. “So much carnal beauty, and so little time.”

  “Do your best, General. You will always be welcome whenever you can return to Scotland.”

  “Thank you, Doctor. Tomorrow morning Richard and I leave for France. I managed to get him a commission in the army as a Captain. Tried make him a Colonel, but HQ refused.”

  “I’m sure you did your best, but don’t feel disappointed. I’ve heard that promotions come swift after battles.”

  “For the survivors.”

  “If any.”

  “That sounds terribly pessimistic.”

  “I’m a doctor, General. I see what happens to the soldiers you send to me.”

  “And you heal their bodies, Doctor Scott, and your sex nurses heal their morale. A perfect remedy for the horrors of war.”

  “Just bring my cousin, Sir Richard, back to us alive and whole. He has a wonderful career in the family business. We all want him to enjoy it for a lifetime.”

  “I’ll see that he doesn’t stand in the line of fire.”

  Scott glanced at his watch. “If you will excuse me, General, I have to check on Doctor Vance’s newest nurse. She is giving us some trouble about refusing to sexually service the soldiers that asked for her last night. Gregor is disciplining her in the cellar even as we speak.”

  “Of course, Scott. I’ll just interview these young ladies, and inspect their qualifications. May I use the special examining table behind the surgery?”

  “Certainly. Just remember, they will all be on duty this evening. Don’t get too rough with them.” Scott pointed to the general’s erection. “And don’t squeeze all your toothpaste out of your tube before this evening. It’s going to be a long night of therapy for horny soldiers.”

  “You’re a naughty little girl, Gwen.” Gregor walked slowly around the trembling girl’s naked body suspended by her wrists. The cuffs around her ankles were joined by a short, silvery chain threaded through a ringbolt in the floor six inches below her searching toes. Gregor’s massive, muscle-endowed naked body gleamed. His black skin, oiled as usual, was festooned with hundreds of droplets of sweat, glittering in the torch light like diamonds on black velvet. He twisted the supple whip in his hands, testing its resiliency. His massive cock, erect and threatening, danced and jiggled just inches from her defenseless pussy.

  “Please, sir, I couldn’t do it!”

  “Liar!” the whip swirled and added another crimson stripe to her quivering buttocks.

  “AUGH! Ow, wow ow! Please, sir, you’re hurting me so bad!”

  “When a man tells you to do something, what did we teach you to say?’

  “Uh—uh—Y-y-yes, s-s-sir, I w-will obey.”

  “And you didn’t say that to the soldier who chose you last night. That’s why you are being punished. Now, tell me you are a naughty girl, and you want to go back to bed with that soldier and do whatever he tells you to do.”

  “But, but—he wants to put his...”

  CRACK!

  “AUGH! OW-W-W-W! He wants me to put his man-thing in my mouth and make me swallow his...”

/>   WHACK!

  “YI-E-E-E! Please, not again.” Tears flowed down her cheeks and her lower lip quivered with her sobs. “Don’t hurt me again, sir, ple-ea-ese don’t!”

  “I won’t stop until you are ready to behave and do what you are told.”

  Gwen’s chest heaved as she took a shuddering breath. Her voice was small and cowed. “I will, sir.” Her head dipped, her tangled golden hair damp with perspiration. “Please,” she moaned, “let me down. My arms hurt terribly.”

  Gregor gripped a fist full of her hair and forced her head up until she was looking into his fierce dark eyes. “Say the confession.”

  “I confess,” she whimpered. “I deserve my punishment. I surrender my body and my will to you and every man’s command. Your pleasure will forever be my foremost duty and only reason for living.”

  Gregor dropped the whip onto the stone floor, lying in the pungent pool of Gwen’s golden water. His brawny fingers cradled her delicate breasts, kneading and massaging them roughly. A few whimpers and a gasp were her only response. She bit her lower lip and forced her body to go limp and yield to the carnal sport.

  “How is she progressing?” Scott swung open the steel-barred door and strode into the stone chamber. He was naked, as the rules required, that anyone, male and female, must strip off every thread of clothing when they descended into the cellar at Blackthorne House.

  “I think she wants to apologize, and make atonement for her unreasonable stubbornness,” Gregor rumbled in his deep, baritone voice.

  “Well, let’s have her down from those chains, and she can demonstrate her sincerity for our pleasure.”

  They released Gwen’s ankle and wrist cuffs, and she collapsed on the floor, totally exhausted from her punishment.

  “On your knees,” Gregor commanded. “Arms behind you. Make a gesture of submission with your mouth.

  With a groan, Gwen pushed her aching body up and knelt before them.