His Lordship's Downfall: The Complete Edition

by Josie Litton

  Helpfully, he began pointing out the various features of the device, explaining the function of each.

  The gleaming copper titanium alloy from which it was largely constructed was so strong that the frame, consisting only of narrow polished tubing and thin metal straps, would easily suspend her several feet off the floor while holding her firmly in place. Positioned head down with her back sharply bowed and her bent legs spread wide, she would be firmly shackled at wrists, ankles, and elbows. Additional metal bands would secure her waist, thighs, head, and neck. Once within the embrace of the apparatus, she would be utterly immobilized.

  And then the fun could begin. Twin armatures were equipped with ribbed silicon dildos that, he helpfully explained, would thrust repeatedly, at whatever speed he chose, into her ass, cunt, or both. A third flexible arm held a gleaming copper wand intended to vibrate continually against her clit at varying speeds and pressures.

  But what made the device so truly remarkable was that both the probes and the wand were designed to deliver electrical as well as mechanical stimulation. Depending on his whim, she could experience anything from a soft prickle to rhythmic pulsation or at the highest setting, a powerful jolt that would set her nerve endings on fire.

  Copper bands and clips could be secured to her breasts and nipples for the same purposes, squeezing, constricting and shocking simultaneously. As a final exquisite torture, she would be gagged, as much for the effect as to prevent her from becoming overly excited and biting down too hard while being so thoroughly teased and tormented.

  The device had come with a variety of hard rubber gags for that purpose. He rather thought he would choose the pineal one, designed to provide the sensation of her mouth being stuffed with cock as far as the back of her throat. Given her admirable lack of a gag reflex, he assured her that she would not have any trouble with it.

  By the time he completed his exposition, he was rock hard and fighting the urge to try out the device right then and there. But he already had plans for his little pet and he intended to stick to them. Besides, waiting a few days would only serve to pleasantly heighten her trepidation.

  Ordering her onto the stirrup chair, he secured her in place, then removed the rings from her nipples, taking the opportunity as he did to admire those ripe, succulent berries. The slightest stroke of his fingertip over them was enough to make her squirm. While he had no interest in permanently modifying them in any way--one could not improve on perfection--he wasn’t adverse to a little temporary enhancement.

  Her eyes widened when he drew a pair of small spiral metal cones from the cabinet, accompanied by two gold barbells that matched those holding her labia shut. She scarcely breathed as he inserted one of the gold rods through her nipple, then settled the cone over the pierced bud. When he curled his fingers around the ends of the rod protruding from either side of the cone and pulled, the tender flesh was drawn up and forced to stretch.

  Her yelp of surprise made him laugh. Pulling again, twisting as he did so, he didn’t stop until her nipple was extended an inch or more in length from its normal state. Satisfied, for the moment, he braced the rod on a sufficiently high spiral of the cone to maintain the tension and secured it in place with the rounded barbell ends. The second nipple followed quickly.

  The sight of each elongated nub so cruelly teased delighted him. The effect wouldn’t last, of course. As soon as they were released, her nipples would begin to return to normal, resuming their usual size within a few hours. But in the meantime, he intended to enjoy them fully.

  He allowed a brief respite before again twisting and tugging each nipple until it was extended another notch. She squealed and squirmed but he was unrelenting. His persistence was rewarded. When he was done, her nipples bulged within the cones like a pair of ripe, juicy teats.

  No longer able or willing to ignore his rampant erection, he released her from the chair and stood her looking out through a tall window of the library with her legs spread wide apart and her arms braced against the glass.

  Gazing at her reflection in the panes, her shackled cunt and extravagantly elongated nipples on full display, he said, “You’re exquisite, pet. I couldn’t be more pleased with you.”

  Hastily, he opened his trousers, applied lube to his cock, and spread her cheeks. She took him just a bit more easily this time but she remained exquisitely tight. He fucked her until he could fuck no more, then came in a rush, roaring his pleasure.

  All in all, it was a most satisfying day for his lordship.

  Chapter Eleven

  Afortnight passed during which a sultry summer settled over the English countryside. With the weather so pleasant, Lord Adrian found every excuse not to remain indoors. As a result, the electro-stim device remained unused for the moment, even though every time she saw it, his little pet appeared torn between her natural alarm and hesitant fascination.

  He took the opportunity presented by such occasions to begin familiarizing her with a very mild version of what she would experience once he had her in the device. Brushing a small wand over her skin, her nipples, her clit beginning at the lowest possible charge, he built up gradually to a level where she writhed and moaned, her pussy glistening with her arousal. The experience confirmed for his lordship what he had always instinctively known: his little pet was aroused by measured doses of pain delivered in just the right manner.

  On the Wednesday before the summer solstice, he took her with him to inspect a newly constructed barn. The workmen had departed for the day when he arrived with his pet in tow, attached once again to her cunt leash. For the excursion, his lordship had dressed with uncharacteristic casualness in his favorite pair of well washed jeans and a simple white tee shirt stretched over his muscular chest. His pet was naked. Letting her wear amusing little outfits from time to time was all well and good but nothing surpassed her natural state. The more he saw of her, the more he realized how truly exquisite she was.

  Late afternoon sun flowed through the open barn doors, accompanied by a soft breeze. The flutter of wings in the rafters high above suggested that swallows had already claimed their new roost. The air smelled of freshly sawn wood and straw.

  Releasing her from her leash, he allowed her to wander around a bit while he prepared. A long length of rope looped over a crossbeam near the roof and a few items set out in easy reach were all that was required.

  When she returned, a few stray wisps of straw were in her hair. He found himself brushing them away with something approaching tenderness. She was really such a fetching little thing. If he wasn’t careful, he could become fond of her.

  On impulse, he tugged lightly at her lower lip and slid his thumb into her mouth. Huskily, he said, “Suck.”

  She complied at once with such enthusiasm that he thought of laying her over one of the nearby bales of hay and deep throating her. Her oral skills really were astounding. But his susceptibility to her made him wary. He chose instead to test her limits and, more critically, his own.

  To that end, he led her out to the center of the barn floor, secured her wrists to the rope, then hauled on it until her arms were stretched high over her head but with enough slack that she could still bend over. As she obeyed his order to do so, her lovely breasts bobbed forward and hung a little away from her body. He allowed himself a moment to caress each before going down on his haunches and removing two thin lengths of white string from his pocket.

  A tremor of anticipation ran through her. He tugged her nipples firmly until they were extended enough to wrap a length of the string around each, the tight binding forcing them into an even greater state of erectness.

  She was staring at herself in fascination when he reached for the longer lengths of sturdy white cotton cord he had laid nearby. Her breath hitched as she realized what he intended.

  “Easy,” he murmured, soothing her.

  Working swiftly, he looped a length of the cord several times around the base of each breast, pulling tighter on every turn. She winced but made no sound o
ther than several quick, soft gasps. When both breasts were securely bound, he linked them with a shorter rope, squeezing the constricted globes together so that they presented a most gratifying display. Satisfied with the effect, he hauled on the rope on the crossbeam again until she hung straight, the balls of her feet just touching the barn floor.

  His work done, Lord Adrian settled himself comfortably with his back against a bale of hay and his long legs stretched out in front of him. Anticipating the erotic spectacle he was about to enjoy, he released his hardened cock from his jeans and stroked it.

  Quickly enough, the tight bindings around her breasts caused them to swell. Always lovely and full, they became larger, rounder, the skin stretched taut and flushed. The sight was such that he was on the verge of jerking off when he thought better of it. Why spend himself in the hay when he could do so in her?

  As he had anticipated, she was clearly aroused by the sensations she was experiencing. While he still had no intention of letting her come--not yet--he saw no reason not to fully enjoy her carnal state.

  Rising, he left his cock thrusting outside his jeans, pulled off his shirt and walked over to her. Stroking each swollen breast, he murmured, “How do these feel now, pet? Hot, sore, tender?”

  She sucked in a breath and nodded. He smiled and flicked his fingers over the nipples swelling above their own bindings, causing her to cry out softly. For several minutes, he was content to play with those lovely, ripe globes, squeezing, stroking, and tugging as she twisted at the end of the rope, helpless against his dark pleasure.

  Spurred by her responsiveness, he applied lube to his cock, then moved behind her, spread her legs and lifted her until her ass rubbed against his groin. Holding her in place with an arm around her waist, he took hold of his massive erection--his little pet always got him harder than he had ever been before--and worked himself carefully into her.

  The feel of her soft skin against his chest added an extra measure of enjoyment. He was craving more and more of her, a reality that troubled him but which he refused to think of while he had her at his mercy.

  She cried out and arched against him. The rope creaked against the crossbeam high above as he thrust slowly into her and began fucking her tight ass. When he was on the verge, he released her from the rope, laid her on the barn floor and stretched her exquisite legs above her head. Fighting his own need to come, he reached for the clamp he’d had the foresight to bring and swiftly attached it directly onto her swollen clit, pinching the little nub tightly. Her gasps turned into small, gulping sobs.

  He was gratified beyond measure to see that even in her obvious distress, her back arched to his touch as pearly fluid oozed from her cunt. The sight filled him with satisfaction. Slowly but surely, he was training her to equate pain with pleasure. When he finally did let her come, it would be in circumstances that set the seal on her need for the dark torment he inflicted. He would take the innocence not merely of her body but of her mind, and in the process utterly corrupt her.

  Relishing the prospect intensely, he thrust into her once again. Looking down, he saw his cock buried in her ass just below her wet, red cunt and clamped clit. With a groan, he wrapped a fist around the rope between her breasts and holding her fast, pounded into her.

  For long moments, the quiet of the barn was shattered by her soft cries and the bellows emanating from his straining throat. When it came, his release was so intense that black spots swirled before his eyes. In the aftermath, he sagged limply against her, scarcely able to move.

  Only with the greatest of efforts did he get to his feet, staring down at the ravished creature before him. Her bound, swollen breasts and nipples, wet, swollen cunt and pinched clit were exquisite. Even so, he was astounded when his cock twitched.

  Was he so in thrall to his pet that he had become nothing but cock and cum, with no thought beyond fucking her?

  The notion was intolerable. Cursing not her but himself, he hauled her to her feet and marched her back to the manor still bound and with his cum running down the inside of her thighs. In the garden, he removed the clamp from her clit, ignored her scream as sensation returned with a vengeance, and undid the strings and cords. Inspecting her carefully, he was reassured that although she would be sore for a while, he had not tasked her unreasonably. She was, after all, his to do with as he would.

  The day being warm, he decided to use the outdoor shower nearby. She shivered at first when he pushed her under it but offered no resistance as he cleaned her. Her unaccustomed passivity surprised him but he had to admit that he had pushed her hard.

  Although it was not yet early evening, he decided that she should rest. Having tucked her into the round bed in her cage and covered her, he watched as she fell asleep almost instantly.

  Staring down at her, he had an unaccountable urge to join her, draw her enthralling body against his, and simply hold her. Of course, he did nothing of the sort. But the temptation to do so was disturbing enough. Though he tried, he could not forget it.

  Chapter Twelve

  As the summer deepened, the matter of his pet’s vaginal virginity began to occupy Lord Adrian to an ever greater degree. Given the lengths he had gone to prepare her to be sodomized, he rather thought that he should make a similar effort before taking her hymen. True, an ass required preparation whereas a cunt was made to be fucked. But that didn’t mean he could ignore the significance of the event. Some degree of ceremony was called for. To date, his pet had pleased him greatly. He was inclined to reward her with a truly memorable experience.

  It is perhaps past time to mention that his lordship was an upstanding member of the Church of England. Granted, he did not actually attend church or know other than on the most casual basis anyone who did. But he was unfailingly generous in his financial support and once a year, he had the local vicar in for brandy and a nice chat. Happily, the man was as disinterested in the spiritual particulars of the established fate as was Lord Adrian himself. He did, however, play a very good game of backgammon and was a reliable source of amusing gossip.

  This spiritual vacancy in his life may have been what led his lordship over the years to dabble in various practices of a pagan nature, first as a lad at Eton, then more significantly when he went to Cambridge. Or he may simply have been innately inclined in that direction.

  Whichever the case, as the summer solstice approached, a plan began to grow in his mind. Swiftly, he became convinced that it was the perfect solution to the dilemma of how to fittingly achieve his pet’s final deflowering. It had only one stumbling block that he could perceive but that, alas, was formidable: He would have to involve Bunny.

  Normally, he would have dismissed out-of-hand anything that might even possibly require contact with his wife. But sadly among all his extensive acquaintances, she was the only one whom he both knew for certain shared the particular proclivities around which his plan was constructed and was female, at least nominally. All the rest were men of his own class with whom he had no intention of sharing any such experience. Further to Bunny’s recommendation, he had no doubt that she could summon the other necessary participants he desired to have on hand. If any woman in England ruled her own coven, it was she.

  In service to his grand scheme, he went so far as to seek out his wife rather than summon her into his presence. Having not set foot in the older wing of the manor for years, he was pleased to see that it was well-cared for--the marble floors polished to a diamond sheen, the Old Masters all properly dusted. Whatever else one could say about Bunny, she knew the value of history and familial legacy.

  Feminine laughter came from the area of the pool behind the gardens. He girded himself and ventured in that direction only to stop abruptly when he took in the scene. Bunny herself was holding court in a large tented pavilion facing the pool. Her Junoesque figure was more-or-less contained in a bright blue bikini. A dozen or so women clustered around her, all sipping colorful drinks and chattering. Among them he noticed Monkton’s wife, Tata as well as several
others whom he vaguely recognized as the wives of various City men, financiers and the like as well as several members of Parliament. Where there husbands were was anyone’s guess but in their absence, the ladies appeared to have found ways to amuse themselves.

  A bevy of young nymphs likely brought down from London for the occasion frolicked naked in the pool encouraged by grinning, buff young chaps in their own state of nature. He was startled to see that this included cock rings holding their rampant erections ever at the ready. Not that he looked.

  Bunny saw him and dropped her glass. Her face blanched but to her credit, she recovered swiftly. Rising, she said something to her acolytes, all of whom turned as one and stared in his direction with varying expressions of suspicion and concern.

  Wrapping a sarong around her ample hips, she sauntered toward him. “Husband! What a surprise. To what can I possibly owe the delight of your presence?”

  Her voice--loud and laced with mockery--would have done for a trumpet blast from the nether regions of hell.

  Wincing, he replied, “I want to speak with you.” For good measure, he added, “Privately.”

  If his plan came off, the other women were likely to know of it. But in that case, they would be complicit and therefore bound to silence. He had already caught them in a highly compromising position. Some husbands might not care if their wives entertained themselves with party girls and boy toys; he certainly did not. But in a world where men could take umbrage at any slight to their dignity, some would not hesitate to wield the cane. Or even worse, cut off allowances.

  “Of course,” she said, waving a hand in the direction of the house.

  Inside, he drew her into a small antechamber where he was reasonably certain they could converse unheard.

  Swiftly, so as not to linger a moment longer than necessary, he said, “I require your assistance.”