His Dark Delights - Box Set: BWWM Historical BDSM Victorian Erotica

by N. J Ross

  ‘Guests, this is Harmony, who I’m sure you know. Although she does not know it yet, I selected her, all that time ago, for a very special purpose. You see, my wife is barren, and I need an heir. Now Harmony is, I am reliably informed, a virgin. That is to say, no one has explored her special area in the slightest. I intend to change that. Now, I want my son, when he is born, to be obedient and well mannered, and that is why Harmony just had to be a virgin; the sweeter the mother, the sweeter the child.’ I could feel my heart rate starting to race faster and faster. So that’s what the Baron had in mind for me! I was to become the mother of his child, he would make me fat with his seed, fill my stomach. I felt a fluttering sensation in my body and once again my pussy began to seep and pulse beneath me. I was special, I had been chosen. Lust began to take over and I felt myself melting in the Baron’s powerful arms.

  ‘I have always had a thing for… dark girls,’ the Baron continued. ‘And I have never yet had the opportunity to taste one.’ He ran his fingers across my skin, his tongue moving slowly across my skin. ‘I want to watch this little black wench grow fat with my seed. I want her to give me a nice, healthy, dark-skinned baby boy.’

  I began to feel my heart growing faster, with anger… or lust. How dare he talk about me like this? Like I was just a piece of… dark meat? And yet… something about being his meat… it made me want his meat…

  ‘Unfortunately,’ snapped the Baron, ‘she has made a grave error tonight. She’s come into a part of the house she’s not meant to be in. She has disobeyed the rules! And little girls who disobey the rules and come into parts of the house which they shouldn’t come into get punished, don’t they? That’s right Harmony, it’s time for you to get what’s coming to you, young lady. Come with me.’

  Chapter 18

  Right next to the huge bed, which was lain with deep black sheets and blood red pillows, were a set of manacles, firmly chained to the wall. The Baron led me straight to the rusty iron chains and made me lean down as he fastened them around my wrists. I kept looking down at his huge white cock, which remained totally erect. I looked at its intricate pattern of veins and bumps, and the sight of it sent little bursts of desire around the centre of my body.

  ‘That’s a good girl, Harmony.’ The chains felt heavy and coarse around me. I felt as though I was entirely at the Baron’s mercy now. He could do whatever he wanted to me. ‘I paid good money for you, I bought your virginity, I own you. You are my possession. You are mine to do with as I please. I am about to discipline you for your bad behaviour today. I do it not because I hate you, or because I am cruel. I do it so that you may learn. I’m going to give you an incredible life, do you understand? You are going to be the most honoured and respected black girl in all of England. Do you understand that?’ I nodded, feeling undeniable passion between my legs, feeling something like shame but so much worse take hold of my body. I felt the eyes of the watching women on me, felt their pleasure at my discomfort.

  ‘Now Harmony, I am going to strike your behind with the paddled end of a riding crop. Like you’re an animal,’ I felt his thick hands moving the lacy fabric of my underwear down my soft, silky legs. He pushed the fabric all the way down, over my bottom, and then pushed down lightly on my back, so that I leaned over more, presenting my dark rump to him to beat as he pleased.

  I gasped as I felt the lightest little touch of the riding crop on my behind. He took pleasure in stroking the leather slowly up and down my buttocks and then taking time to trace the outline of the inside of my legs with the beastly thing, before lightly tickling my aching pussy with its tip.

  ‘Let me introduce you to the principle of pleasure and pain, my dear. You can consider this your first lesson,’ he said, producing an evil-sounding chuckle under his breath. ‘Anyway, before I get too sidetracked, I would very much like you to thank me for each strike on your backside, Harmony, because the sensation is so pleasant that it is only fair that you express yourself as grateful to me. Do you understand?’

  I nodded. The first time I felt the stinging, fire-hot line streak across my rump, I was so taken aback by the pain that my mouth soundlessly opened into an ‘O’ shape and I shuddered with discomfort. It hurt so much! It was truly like a line of fire, like someone had branded my bottom with a red-hot iron, not a simple riding crop.

  ‘I didn’t hear anything, Harmony. Ladies, did you hear anything?’ He turned to the watching women, who shook their heads.

  ‘Thank you, I’m sorry, thank you my Baron,’ I managed, trembling with fear.

  ‘I’m afraid that such a tardy, heavily-prompted sentiment can hardly be classed as sincere. We’ll have to start again.’ I felt so vulnerable and ashamed in front of the audience in the room. I’d never felt anything like it. I was trembling with anxiety, and the next time he hit me, I said ‘Thank you,’ so fast that I felt like a simpleton. ‘Good girl,’ he said.

  I lost count of the amount of times he struck me with the crop. Each time he hit me, I let out a gasp, and then said, as quickly as I could manage, ‘Thank you.’ And each time I said it, he replied, ‘You’re most welcome, my dear.’

  Eventually, when I felt as though I could no longer take it, when I felt that the manacles were about to cut into my skin and that I was going to be permanently scarred by the relentless beating of the crop into my tender, red-raw arse, he stopped. I felt the soothing touch of his hand on my buttock, cool and reassuring.

  ‘Well done, Harmony. You took your first lesson extremely well. You were most pliant and respectful. Now,’ he said, ‘the pain should be starting to fade. But the pleasure is just beginning.’ And he was right. The pain of the strikes was fading to a dull ache, but there was a new, complex pleasure starting in my groin. The memory of the beating was sparking something new in my little dark cunny, and as his hands started to gently stroke the flesh of my inner thighs, I began to feel almost intoxicated by the dark energy pulsing around me.

  ‘Oh look,’ he said, ‘it seems like someone’s little kitty is positively seeping with all this attention.’ I felt his fingers walking their way back along my rump and settle on the inside of my thighs. ‘I suppose for a bad girl like you, getting smacked on the behind must have made your cunny-skin wet with lust.’ His fat fingers started to slowly stroke the lips of my rose, smoothly stroking my sweet little organ, causing even more nectar to spill from inside me, as I became entirely consumed with a burning passion.

  ‘Yes, Baron,’ I whispered, ‘please, my Baron.’ I could still feel the sting from his hand on my behind, and the memory of the pain mixed with the utter pleasure his hands began to gave me. His finger was the first part of anyone save me to enter the space between my legs, and his hooked, probing fingers discovered for the first time how soft it was inside me, how hot and how quivering my pussy was. He began to slide his thick, wide-knuckled digits into me while making little deep groaning sounds. I could feel my wetness starting to coat his hands, as he plunged now two fingers inside me.

  ‘What a tight little kitty,’ he murmured to himself, as he started to push harder, deeper into me. ‘So much more exotic than a white girl’s cunny…’ My body began twitching as he explored me, and, with each confident pound of his fingers, I gave myself more and more to him, to his mastery, to his power, to his perversion. I now imagined him striking my behind again and again as his fingers stretched my flesh, then, suddenly, he moved his other hand to a space just above my opening, to what now felt the centre of my sexual power, and he began to wetly slide his fingers over a hard nub of flesh there. The pleasure, the surprise of it, was like flowers opening at the speed of light in my mind. I felt streaks of hot joy spread instantly over my body and then, black spots appeared in my vision as I began to buckle on top of him, and finally, without thinking, my mouth made a word that I’d never said before, and I exploded with pleasure, as my entire body stiffened and relaxed.

  ‘Fuck,’ I gasped, my body collapsing in joy over him. Then, almost as soon as it happened, I f
elt an immediate ache, a need for more.

  ‘Oh Baron, that feels so good,’ I said, desperate for something, anything to touch my pussy. When it came, I was surprised to note that the object being inserted to me was soft and smooth, as well as hard. My Baron was pushing his cock again into me, exploring once more the dark, hot, wet cave. It was so surprising, having that part in me, something which had never crossed into my body before. I’d never thought it would feel so good, and the pain it caused was almost non-existent. I looked up and saw the other women on the walls, all watching me with envy. They knew the pleasure I was experiencing. He’d done this to them before. This is why they let him truss them up, because the pleasure that went along with the pain he meted out to them was so exquisite, so heavenly, that any treatment was worth it.

  As he beat his long, white cock into me over and over again, I began to feel special, so special. I was the one he chose to fuck, to impregnate. I felt his hands, slick with sweat, running over my pussy lips as his manhood surged in between them, and then he rubbed delicately the little mound of joy at the top of my kitty, making my squirm with delight. But I wanted more, I wanted to show him just what a good girl I was.

  ‘Please, Baron, hit me again, with your hand, I’m thinking such bad thoughts, I need to be disciplined,’ I said, panting as he fucked me.

  ‘What are you thinking?’ he said, holding my waist with his hands and sliding into my opening with practised ease.

  ‘I’m thinking of taking that riding crop and slipping it in between your cheeks, forcing the tip of the handle into your white arse, to see how you like a bit of pain.’ Just as I was finishing my sentence, I felt the white-hot sting of his open palm, battering into my buttock.

  ‘How dare you,’ he said, grunting, and then I felt him start to tremble and surge and then it felt as though his cock was lengthening and pulsing inside me, the same as before, but so much stronger, like he was pumping out even more seed into me. The thought of it was so intense, and the pain of his hand was so clean and erotic that I lost control, feeling strong pleasure force its way round my body as I screamed out in orgasmic joy.

  Later, when he unlocked me, and carried me back up to my room, and whispered secrets into my ear, and told me I was his favourite and the the best I’d ever had, I felt the feelings which had taken root inside me start to blossom. I had never felt this way before.

  ‘Now you truly belong to me, Harmony,’ he said. I knew it was true. I felt his seed spurting up into me, uncontrollable, and I knew that if not now, soon, a new life would grow in my taut, young belly. And, when my son was born - half black, half white - everyone would know what acts we had committed in order to create him. And the thought of it would turn us on so much that we would go on to create another one… and another…