His lips peeled back from his teeth. “I don’t know why you’re so relieved,” he snarled. “Before the night is over, you may find yourself longing for the company of these bastards.”
• • •
He’d brought chains.
“Apparently,” milord growled as he snapped the slave collar around my throat, “I made a serious mistake in taking this off you to begin with. Without it, you don’t seem to appreciate your posi- tion.”
I had never seen his anger before that moment, and it terrified me. A growl rumbled continuously in his throat, and his movements were short and rough. I was acutely aware of how small I was against his brawny height.
I sucked in my breath and drew on my failing courage. “Thank you for saving me from those peasants, milord.” I could barely hear my own voice, it had so little strength.
“I considered letting them have you,” he snapped, “but I feared there’d be nothing left of you to punish.”
With that, he turned and stalked off. Hands now chained behind my back, I stumbled after him, on the end of the leash he held. Somehow, I had to blunt his anger. “Please understand. I could do nothing else.”
He whirled on me and I instinctively jumped back, almost falling as I hit the end of my tether. “I could have raped you,” he said. “I thought about it. I could have fucked you without any consideration, but no, instead I saw to your pleasure before tending to my own. And you did experience pleasure, both times. Didn’t you?”
I swallowed and told the truth. “Yes, milord.”
“Indeed. The whole castle heard you screaming as you came. I thought we could . . . I even unchained you afterward. And how did you reward me? You ran for the woods. You’re lucky I didn’t let them kill you.”
I couldn’t take it anymore. “Milord, I couldn’t let you treat me as a whore!”
“You have no idea how a whore is treated!” His eyes narrowed and an unpleasant smile crossed his lips. “But you will.”
• • •
I stumbled after milord’s broad back as he stalked into his castle, my leash held tightly in his hand. He headed into the main hall, his steps long and angry as I scrambled behind.
I frowned, suddenly aware of strange sounds coming from the hall—loud slaps and gasps. Milord stopped so suddenly I almost collided with him. Cautiously, I peered past the powerful bulge of his biceps. And drew in a hard breath.
The footman sat in milord’s chair, his shirt and coat discarded over the back of it. The firelight painted his muscular torso as his arm rose and fell, broad hand descending again and again on the naked bottom of the woman draped across his lap. She squirmed, her rump reddening under his steady smacks. I could see the thick blond bush growing at the base of her belly, the lips of her vulva sprung apart by her bending posture.
Throwing her head back, she peered over her shoulder at the footman, her eyes bright, her cheeks as rosy as her bottom. “You’ve got . . . AH! . . . a hard . . . hand, Jack! Ease off . . .”
“My hand ain’t the only thing that’s hard, May.”
The next smack seemed to echo, and she kicked and screeched. “Oh, please, have mercy!”
“As if you wanted it,” Jack snorted, and stopped spanking her long enough to plunge two fingers into her. “HA! You’re hot as blood pudding, you little tart.”
Outraged, I threw a look up toward milord’s face, expecting him to berate the lewd pair. Instead, he wore a half smile I didn’t care for at all.
I huffed and tried to look away, but my eyes soon slid back to the footman and his all-too-willing victim. Despite her energetic squirming, it seemed she sought to make her bottom more accessible to her captor’s ringing smacks.
“As much as I hate to interrupt this charming scene, Jack,” milord purred at last, “I have another occupation for your hard hand—and no doubt even harder cock.”
“Milord!” Jack gasped, and jumped to his feet, dumping the unwary May on the floor. Gasping in outrage, she shot him a glare as he hastened to explain. “I was just disciplining this wench for allowing your slave to escape.”
“I know what you were doing,” milord said dryly. “Come along, Jack. You too, May. I suspect I can find a use for you as well.”
• • •
I struggled and kicked, writhing in the air, my protests muffled by the gag Jack had tied around my head. My ankles, circled by broad leather bands, were spread painfully wide and fastened to a long iron bar that hung from the dungeon ceiling. My wrists, similarly cuffed, were chained securely to the bands around my ankles.
It was a pose that bent me double and spread me open as I hung in the air, my mouth watering around the thick, cock-shaped gag that filled it. Knowing Jack and milord leered at my helpless nudity, I felt my cheeks burn with fury and shame.
To avoid those hot, lecherous eyes, I peered as best I could around milord’s “torture chamber.”
The room itself was quite large, and dark, with torches smoking and sparking in niches in the stonewalls. Yet it appeared crowded from the stocks, posts, and racks that stood in strategic spots, draped with chains and obviously ready for unwilling prisoners. Against one wall stood a long oak table that held sinister implements I strained anxiously to examine.
There was only one chair. More of a throne, really, big and padded in leather. Milord occupied it, sprawled with one long leg dangling over the arm. May curled submissively at his feet, as naked as I, her breasts pressed to his booted legs. His breeches were unlaced and she played with his thick male organ in a lazy way. He had grown hard watching Jack struggle to bind me.
The footman gave one of the buckles a last tug, then turned toward his master. “She’s ready, milord.”
The Beast smiled as he looked from my bound, helpless body to Jack’s eager grin. “Indulge yourself, Jack. But remember, I want to hear as many moans of pleasure as cries of pain.”
Jack’s blue eyes widened and he turned to stare at me. “You’re going to let me . . . ?”
“She needs to learn her place, Jack. And you’re just the man to teach her.”
My mouth went dry at the smile that spread over Jack’s handsome peasant face. I tensed, bracing for his reaching hands . . .
Instead he turned away. As I watched anxiously, Jack walked across the dungeon to that table with its sinister collection. Evidently the footman knew what he was looking for. He picked out a few objects and carried them back to me.
Turning to milord, he held up a piece of small gold jewelry. “Edrea’s enchanted pincers.”
“Good choice,” said the Beast.
Jack turned to me and let me inspect the device he held. At first glance, it looked like a tiny lion’s head with an open, roaring mouth.
“Can you guess where this goes?”
I swallowed around the leather cock, very much afraid I could.
“Here’s a hint.” He reached toward my breast. I cringed back, but to no avail. He slid my pointed nipple into the lion’s mouth. Instantly the tiny gold jaws clamped shut. I gasped.
“Edrea cast a spell on it,” Jack explained, enjoying my reaction. “There ain’t much in this castle that doesn’t carry her enchantments.”
“Including me,” growled milord, and the footman winced at his blunder.
Then the tiny lion head began delicately chewing my nipple and I forgot everything else. Its teeth were not sharp enough for pain. Instead, a gentle glow of pleasure ignited in my breast.
Even as I shuttered my eyes in pleasure, Jack applied another pincer to my other breast. The footman licked his lips, eyes hot. “She’s got pretty tits, don’t she?”
“Yes,” said milord. I looked up. His eyes, too, were locked on me. At his feet, May had taken his hardened organ into her mouth and was beginning to lick it in long, teasing strokes. The Beast’s nostrils flared. I whimpered around my gag as the twin lions gnawed at their captive nipples.
Jack walked away to select among the objects on the table again. In a moment he returned with a smal
l clay jar and a long, cylindrical object. Carved of wood, it was covered in soft leather except for its head, which bore a crown of knobs. “Now, milady, you’ve had your pleasure. It’s time for the pain,” he purred.
I realized the object he held was a phallus.
Jack grinned. “Ah, lady, don’t fear. I’ll oil you proper.” He bounced the clay jar in his other hand.
As I watched with widening eyes, he tucked the dildo under one arm and began to unscrew the lid.
Naive as I was, I didn’t realize where he planned to put that sinister cock until he slid his oiled fingers into my virgin anus.
I whined around the gag as one thick finger worked its way into the tiny opening. Though I jerked and struggled in my bonds, all my efforts won me was burning ache in my limbs . . . and molten stares from Jack and Milord Beast. I subsided sullenly, Jack’s finger buried to the knuckle in my bottom.
“Don’t stop now,” said milord. “I do so enjoy the view—the way those long legs flex and that white rump quivers . . .”
“Oh, aye,” murmured Jack. He gave the Beast a leering masculine grin. “Well, if it’s struggles you want, I’ll see she gives you plenty to watch.” And with that, he jerked out of me to pour more oil on his long, thick fingers.
Again, I was subjected to the violation of my anus by his peasant hands, with two fingers this time. It was all I could do not to groan in pain and shame as he stroked them in and out.
“She’s tight, milord,” Jack said. “Seems to me if a man really wanted to tame her, fucking this little hole might be just the way to do it.”
“It’s occurred to me as well,” said the Beast. “And that’s precisely what I intend to do.”
Jack’s lecherous grin faded into disappointment. I realized he’d hoped to take me there himself.
I stared bitterly at milord, and he gazed back, eyes hard. Almost absently, he stroked May’s blond head as she eagerly serviced him with her mouth. The sucking, smacking noises she made sounded obscenely loud in the sudden silence, and I longed to tell her to perform more quietly, until the absurdity of the desire hit me. As if there were a decorous way to perform such a lewd act.
Milord’s eyes narrowed, and I realized he’d read the condemnation in my gaze. In the next breath, he made me pay for it. “Well? What are you waiting for, Jack?”
The footman instantly recovered his good humor and bent to peer at my bottom. I felt his rough hands spread my tender cheeks as he presented the knobbed phallus to my opening.
Then very slowly, he pressed the dildo into me, twisting his wrist so that the knobs stretched and scraped the tiny orifice. I writhed in pain, my body bouncing in my bonds as it entered inch by inch.
“Lick her,” the Beast commanded.
Jack looked up the contorted length of my body and smiled into my eyes. Then he lowered his head and gave my pearl a long swipe of his tongue. I sucked in a breath.
Licking and nibbling my wet lower lips and hard pearl with wicked skill, Jack twisted the phallus as he buried it inside me until that knobby head tortured my back channel.
I moaned around the gag, caught between the pleasure of his tongue and the pain of the penetration. To add to my shame, the pincers still worked my nipples, casting a hot and evil spell on my helpless body. It hurt; God, how it hurt, and yet . . .
I should find no pleasure at all in this. None. No decent woman would. And yet Jack’s mouth was skilled and warm, and the pincers opened and closed so gently, even as the knobbed phallus violated me in a place never intended for entry.
Desperately I sought to distract myself by turning my eyes toward milord. He had fisted one hand in May’s hair and used the grip to guide her as she licked and nibbled at his great shaft. Her skin looked very white and naked against his black fur. Powerful muscles rippled up and down his torso as he rocked his hips against her face.
His organ looked so very long and thick, and I remembered his vow to occupy the space now being violated by the dildo. He was even thicker than its agonizing width . . .
“That’s it, Jack,” he purred suddenly. “Ream that white arse of hers. Make the highborn bitch plead for mercy. She thinks I treated her so badly—give her something to compare my kindness to. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
His handsome lips curled back revealing fangs as he grabbed May’s head with both hands and held her still for his hard thrusts. His back arched and I gasped in surprise as she seemed to take every inch of him down her throat. The Beast roared out his pleasure . . .
Just then, Jack discovered the right place to tease with his evil tongue and I felt the first long ripples of climax begin deep in my body. The twin lions’ heads bit down sharply, and the footman drove the phallus home with a single, brutal thrust.
And I followed my master into degraded ecstasy.
The room was still except for labored gasps. I fought to suck in enough air through my nose, the phallic gag still impaling my mouth.
Milord reclined, sated, in his seat as May caressed his furry testicles.
Jack was watching me with greedy eyes. A huge erection bulked within his tight trousers. He cast a wary look at milord before picking up the final toy he’d chosen from the table earlier. At first I took it for a bone hairpin until he slipped the U-shaped object around the hood of my clit.
I gasped and stiffened as the tiny thing began to tighten and release my sensitive flesh. Another of Edrea’s bewitched toys. Perverse bitch.
Jack smirked into my eyes. Shooting our master a wary glance, he quickly began unbuttoning his trousers.
“Time for something else, I think,” said the Beast. “Get the cane, Jack.”
The footman’s handsome mouth twisted into a grimace and he reluctantly rebuttoned his fly. I, however, was too frightened to gloat.
I had reason to be. Jack went back to the table against the back wall, and when he returned, he carried a light rod in one hand.
Eyes widening, I looked through my spread thighs at him. He grinned, set his booted feet apart, and drew back a muscled arm. The cane whistled as it arched down and slashed across the cheeks of my rump. I fought not to squeal at its bite.
“Oh, yesssss,” said milord. “That was nice. Again.”
Jack’s blue eyes glittered as he stared at my bottom and took aim again. His second stroke made me bounce in my bonds. I heard my master purr in pleasure. The third blow was lighter than the previous two, barely a sting. Several more followed, similarly light. Light enough, in fact, that I became aware of the movement of the device around my pearl and the pincers that still nibbled at my breasts. And the Beast’s green eyes, fixed on my twitching bottom.
Then Jack slashed the crop down hard enough to make me squeal behind my gag. The next one was barely a tap, and the next . . .
And so it went until I writhed in the air, caught somewhere between Edrea’s magical devices and Jack’s crop, delight and pain melding until I ceased to know which was which. All the while, Jack and Milord Beast watched me lustfully, and I could see their hungry organs lengthening, growing ever harder. At any moment, the footman was going to throw down that accursed crop and plunge his phallus into me . . . I gasped and whimpered, twisting.
The next blow painted fire across my buttocks, a flame almost as hot as the one burning in my core.
The Beast surged to his feet. “That’s enough, Jack.”
The footman threw him a bitter look, but his brawny arm stopped its descent.
“You’ve served me well tonight,” milord said. “And I imagine you’ve worked up quite a lust doing it. Take May to your quarters and enjoy yourself.”
A broad grin spread across Jack’s face. “Oh, aye.” He tossed down his crop, then strode over and grabbed the naked blonde by the forearm. “Come, my girl. I’ve got plans for your arse now.” He swung her over his shoulder and sauntered for the stairs. The heavy door banged shut behind him.
Milord moved across the room on silent feet, where he paused to stare intently at my reddened bottom. “You know,
” he said almost casually, “I think Jack has the right of it. Fucking your arse is just the way to bring you to heel.”
I stared up at my master, my breath caught in my throat. Edrea’s infernal devices and Jack’s ruthless crop had ignited a fire in me, and I would be more than happy to feel the Beast’s thick shaft—anywhere but where he intended to put it. He took a step closer and I cringed.
He grinned at my instinctive fear, visibly enjoying my helplessness as I hung there with my wrists bound to my calves. He stepped in close, reaching for my cheeks to pry them apart with his strong hands. His fingers felt very warm against my skin, even still burning as it was from Jack’s cane.
Idly, the Beast flicked at my pearl, causing Edrea’s toy to pulse against it until I couldn’t contain my whimpers. Milord smiled at the sound and reached for the laces of his breeches.
A moment later, his massive cock bobbed in the air, its single eye seeming fixed on my bottom. I tensed myself, bracing for his thrust.
Instead the Beast lifted his fingers from my pearl and traced them through my damp flesh, down toward the opening he lusted for. Claws retracted, he tickled it, then delicately began to work his forefinger into my anus, still well greased from the use Jack had put it to earlier.
I snorted in pain behind my phallic gag, but could do nothing to dissuade him as he continued to burrow up my tight channel. Finally, in up to the knuckle, he paused, then began stroking in and out. I swallowed.
“MMMmm,” he rumbled. “I’ve been looking forward to this since Cedric stripped you in front of me.” I made a protesting sound.
“Come now, Brianne. Surely you were expecting this.” He pushed the finger in more deeply still, illustrating his point. “What’s the point of owning a slave if you don’t bugger her?” Smiling almost benevolently, he took his hand away and caught his organ with it. I moaned, remembering how Jack’s artificial phallus had felt, the treacherous pain and pleasure of it.
Then the head of the Beast’s big staff butted my anus, and I knew I was totally helpless to save myself.
Milord entered me slowly, ruthless and relentless. His green eyes glittered triumphantly down into mine, and he watched my face hungrily as he sank into my tight channel. I shivered, feeling how thick he was, how hot. It felt as though my bottom could not possibly withstand his assault.
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