Held Down

by Pamela Prim

  She intended to take more rides like this, Lenore told herself as they gates of the mansion loomed up before them. The gardener was up and he waved at her, as did the dairy farmer. All the maids would be up by now, going about their duties.

  “Come, Kate.” She told the slender girl riding the black stallion. “We must return the horses to the stables and take a much needed warm bath before breakfast.”

  A warm bath and a hearty breakfast later, Lenore couldn’t keep her eyes open. She hadn’t slept all night and the soft warm bed in her chamber didn’t need much to do to seduce her to fall into it. She slept soundly with vivid dreams of large, bearded men and several other things that would surprise her if she would recall what she had been dreaming. She woke up with the sound of chiming bells that announced the arrival of the Duke.

  Duke Mortimer Ferdinand Mosel walked into her bedchamber with a silly smile on his round face. His nose and cheeks were reddened and she could get a whiff of the wine he had been drinking. He was there no doubt to take his pleasure of her. A strange sense of loathing overcame her, taking the place of the passive indifference she felt at his advances.

  “My lovely wife. My dear devoted Duchess.” The Duke slurred as he flopped on the bed beside her. “Tonight is the night that I will sire a son. A learned soothsayer at the Count’s estate foretold so by looking at my palm. Would you fancy that… now come, remove your cumbersome garments and let me bestow upon you my gift.”

  Lenore stared at him blankly for a while; pondering on the preposterous notion that she should be ready to please her husband no matter what her situation was. It never mattered if she was asleep, tired, in a bath or otherwise indisposed, when her husband wanted to conjugate it was her sacred duty to spread her legs and give herself to him.

  Well, so it was. She sighed and pulled up her sleeping gown to spread her legs just as she had been doing for about month now. The Duke didn’t bother to remove his wine spattered shirt or vest. He just undid the front lacing of his breeches, pulled out his stiff little organ and shuffled over her like he always did. Several awkward bumps and grinds later, she felt him releasing his gift into her, what little he could. And then he just rolled over and fell into a deep slumber, his flaccid member exposed and wet.

  As it was customary, Lenore reached for the bell rope to summon Kate with her wooden tub and scrubber. But her hand stopped inches away from the rope. The Duke lay there snoring deeply, sleeping off all the wine he had been drinking over at the Count De Wolvers’. Lenore was sure he would not awaken for at least twelve hours. Disgust filled her heart for him, and then it was replaced by anger. Anger which then gave birth to white hot rage. She was the Duchess of Balmy Town and not just some common doxy to spread herself wide for the Duke’s pleasure. Husband or not, she deserved better treatment from him. And if he would not oblige her, Lenore would get it for herself.

  She quickly rose off the bed and pulled a dark cloak over her sleeping gown. Madness and courage fuelled by her emotions led her to do what she did next. She left the Duke where he was and rushed out to the stables. Old Charley was brushing down her mare, and the black stallion was already saddled. The aged master of horse said nothing as she leapt up on the saddle and kicked the stallion into a gallop.

  The horse was a thoroughbred, an animal groomed for racing and hunting. She made good use of it as she raced down the pathway and into the country trail. The little stream meandered up and she had the stallion leap right over it. Her heart soared as the animal thundered into the woodlands.

  Not before long, the little cottage came into sight and she slid off the saddle. Letting the lathered creature graze on the fresh grass, she strode toward the cottage, her cloak flaring in the wind. She pushed open the door and stepped inside. Hagar looked up at her from the fireplace. His dark eyes reflected the fire and sent several shivers down her spine.

  “Woodsman.” She told him most commandingly. “You have been wronged by my husband, so it is only fitting that I must right that wrong.”

  “What are you proposing, my lady.” The tall man stood up and turned toward her.

  “I want you to despoil me, woodsman.” She replied most brazenly, surprising even herself. “Ever since I saw you last night, I have not been myself. You are unlike any man I have known.”

  “But the Duke…”

  “The Duke will never know.” She said, throwing off her cloak. “I am here unknown to him. Let me give you what he took away so many years ago.”

  Hagar stood there in silence. She could see him struggling with himself. He was a man of honor and pride, she could tell. But all that did not matter. He was a man and he had the needs of all men. And despite the Duke’s apathy to her beauty and comely body, Lenore was aware that most men desired her. She had seen that desire in Hagar’s eyes as well when he held her in his arms the night before. She looked at him intently and bit her full lower lip in anticipation.

  The man was making her feel things she never knew she could ever feel. All over her body, a yearning for him made her hair rise. His immense muscular body and the musky scent of manliness from him drove her close to being insane. She had never known lust, but she was sure that was what she felt for this large man reeking of sweat, grime and wood dust.

  “Take me, woodsman.” She said throatily. “Before I collapse from sheer want and desire.”

  “My lady.” He whispered and came toward her.

  Lenore tore of her flimsy gown and stood naked before the second man in her young lifetime. She could see the lust and admiration in his eyes. Something the Duke never had for her.

  A strange fluttering, like butterflies erupting in her belly, made her excitement hit the roof. Warm and sticky juices flowed down her thighs, something that never happened when the Duke shuffled about over her. She threw back her head and walked right into the woodsman’s arms.

  His large hands, rough and coarse from years of hard labor, bruised her tender skin, but she loved it, longed for it and even demanded it. He lowered his mouth over hers and she felt a man’s hot kiss for the first time. She savored it. His breath tasted of berries and nuts. She felt his coarse tongue enter her mouth and wriggle against her own. Lenore had never experienced this, and somehow she knew this was natural. She wanted it more than anything right then. All those lessons about sex being a man’s pleasure and woman’s duty were nothing more than utter nonsense, she realized. A man like Hagar was born to pleasure women.

  Lenore took his large hands in hers and placed it over her aching breasts. Her nipples were hard and painful, yearning to be soothed. He seemed to know what to do as his hand closed over her soft breast, squeezing ever so tenderly. His iron-hard fingers felt so good on her heightened flesh. She moaned and arched her back when he lowered his mouth over her swollen nipple and sucked on it. Oh, the pleasure she felt from her curled up toes to the bristling hair on the back of her neck was indescribable. She wanted more. Her nails dug into his thick maned scalp as he sucked on her breasts one at a time. A warm sensation spread out from between her legs and a yearning to explore him filled her delirious mind.

  She ran her delicate hands over his dense hardness. His immense shoulders, thick bulging arms and deep ridged chest. And his belly, so unlike the Duke’s soft one. She felt as if her hands were caressing the hard rocks that decorated the gardens in the mansion, instead of a man’s midriff. Her hand went lower still and Hagar loosened his belt and let his breeches drop to his ankles. She reached down and touched what could only feel like the wooden handle of some hammer or axe.

  Lenore gasped loudly as her eyes followed where her hand was. In the pale light of the cottage interior, she blinked to make sure she was not dreaming. That thing hanging between his legs, that thick shaft her slender fingers barely encircled, could it be what she thought it might. But the Duke’s organ, the only one she had ever seen was no bigger than her thumb. But what was rising upward from Hagar’s groin had to be at least six times larger.

  “Woodsman.” She whispered
apprehensively. “Are you a man or a horse?”

  “My lady.” He chuckled. “I confess I am over large than most men, and it is known that the Duke’s manhood may even make little boys look bigger.”

  “Forget the damned Duke.” Lenore couldn’t take her eyes of the fully erect member as it swayed before her like some serpent about to strike. “You are more than ten of him.”

  “My lady.” Hagar said thickly as he lay down on the bed with his pulsing organ standing up before her. “You honor me.”

  “I intend to do more than just honor you, woodsman.” She replied, licking her lips. A strange urge came over her to plant a kiss on the bulging head of the erection as she held the thick shaft in both hands. She didn’t know if such a thing was done. The Duke never asked her to kiss his little thing, and she didn’t even know if she could bring herself to. But this thick piece of sausage beckoned to her most temptingly and she couldn’t for the life of her resist it.

  Gingerly, she brushed her lips on the head. She felt it twitch in her hands and heard Hagar groan. She must be doing something right. Lenore closed her eyes and drank in the intoxicating odor of a real man’s arousal. She flicked out her tongue and licked across the large slit of his organ. He shuddered, making her smile in satisfaction. Her eyes widened at the surging appendage, dare she try it. She had to.

  Her mouth watered as she parted her lips and slowly slid them over the smooth surface of the woodsman’s throbbing erection. Her tongue swirled over the head and she tasted him. She didn’t know if she should do that, but she was happy to let nature take its course. Just as it did with her own free flowing juices down below.

  “My lady.” The woodsman groaned. “It has been so long. Take more of me in…”

  Her eyes went wide. There was a whole lot more of him to take in. The head filled her mouth completely as she savored every lick and slurp. She knew she had to run her hands up and down the rigid shaft, stroking it. How she knew that mattered little, she just did it. More of him, he wanted her to take and she tried very hard. She had never done this. Not even with a real sausage or a banana, but she wanted to now. Lenore was determined, she steeled herself and forced in almost half of the monstrous length before she gagged. Her own saliva mingled with the tasty juices from his organ took Lenore to new heights of passion she never knew was possible.

  She was determined and took his thickness deep into her throat again, this time trying harder not to gag. She felt his organ twitch and get even thicker. It filled her with immense pleasure and her body shook. Something was happening to her. Her belly clenched and relaxed all on its own and her knees suddenly felt very weak.

  “My lady, allow me.” Hagar said and lifted her onto the bed, twisting her around, his organ still in her mouth, until her pelvis was over his face.

  What he did next was wholly unexpected and she felt a flood of release cascade through her. She had never experienced a man’s mouth on her private parts, and the sensation of his lips and tongue with the bristle of his beard sent wave after wave of indescribable pleasure through her shuddering body. She bit down hard on his dense member, but it didn’t matter to him as she felt it twitch and get even harder in her mouth.

  Then suddenly he lifted her off him as if she weighed no more than a little rabbit, and in the sane motion he twisted her around and lowered her over his rock hard member. It tore into her soft, wet entrance, stretching her hard and she cried out in pain. Her nails dug into his dense shoulders as he pushed her down, plunging himself ever deeper into her, impaling her on his ramrod pole.

  “Oh, fuck!” He growled. “You are so damn tight, my lady. My fucking cock’s going to feel numb for a week after this.”

  “Yo-your cock?” She gasped as pain and pleasure mingled all over her. “Is that what you call your… thing?”

  “My thing?” He laughed as his rough hands lifted her up and down over him, impaling her again and again. “Aye, we call that a cock, and prick, and dick, and a lot of other appropriate names.”

  “And what do you call mine?” She gasped with each thrust. “…in your colorful lingo.”

  “Ah, yours is the sweetest, tightest ever.” He grunted and she felt his enormous organ get even thicker and harder, stretching her even more. “Pussy is a good one, and twat, slit and box, and cunt, though not too pleasant for a lady of fine breeding.”

  “It all sounds so wonderful.” She moaned as that feeling of being overcome began to rise again. “You see, I’ve… uuhh, had a very… aahh, sheltered life…. Ooohhhh, so fa-aaahhh!”

  She let herself go, her eyes rolled back into her head and she let out a long and loud moan of delirious release. Her entire body shuddered with the power of her first ever orgasm on a man’s erection. Her senses went numb to everything except for the cascading waves of pleasure that exploded inside her reeling mind. She felt no more pain as her tight pussy, oh how she loved that word, clamped down hungrily on his throbbing cock. His cock, oh that was an even better word. How had she lived so long without knowing the pleasures that came so free and natural with this one life?

  “Oh, Hagar.” She groaned into his ear. “Your thi… your cock is so big… and so hard… oh, I’m never… going to be sated by anything less.”

  “You are always welcome to visit me… and my cock, my lady.” He grunted back and she felt his body tensing. “Oh, my lady… I… I’m going to cum soon… going to release my seed…”

  “Oh, yes, yes.” Lenore arched her back and clawed at his dense hairy chest. “Please, don’t pull out… fill me with your seed.”

  “But, my lady…” He looked uncertain, though his upward thrusts did not falter. “You may get…”

  “I want to.” She breathed excitedly. “I want your seed in me… to light a spark of life in me.”

  Hagar grinned at her and rolled to his side, his cock still deep inside her. Then he rolled over her and she gasped. So this is how it felt to be taken by a man. No hurried shuffling and rubbing, no huffing and panting. Instead she was completely engulfed in his embrace, feeling every aspect of this large, hairy, sweaty man-beast ravaging her like she so lustfully craved. She felt safe under his bulk, safe and so filled with desire. She wanted to possess him, all of him and she clenched down with even more force on his embedded organ.

  Lenore lifted her buttocks to match his deep and powerful thrusts. His foot-long hardness slid in an out of her dripping hole with more urgency now. She could feel every inch of his cock filling her, stretching her wide. After this, she was sure she would never even feel the Duke’s little thimble anymore, not that she ever did. She threw her legs around Hagar’s muscular waist and moaned with pleasure as he dug his iron hard fingers into the soft, yielding flesh of her plush buttocks. His grunts were more animal like now than human, and his cock swelled even further. She knew, by some strange instinct, that he was going to release his hot seed deep inside her then.

  That thought excited her into her second powerful orgasm with a man’s hard cock inside her. She clung to him for dear life as her young body shook with ecstasy. Lenore’s heart was hammering hard against her chest and her hardened nipples brushing against his hairy chest added more to the gushing release from between her quivering thighs. She whimpered and wept, moaned and screamed, as lust drove her mind over the brink of sanity.

  And then she felt it, the sizzling rush of his release as something hot and thick splashed inside her. Oh, the pleasure of that sensation. What madness made women not want this? The Duke’s gift to her was a mere sprinkle next to this gushing torrent that filled her. She would give that fool of a husband the heir he so desperately wanted. His heir sired by a man whom he stole from all those years ago.

  Lenore writhed and groaned, feeling more satisfied that she could ever imagine. She felt saddened when Hagar pulled out of her, his foot long member slowly receding. Lust overcame her again and she grabbed at it greedily, licking and sucking the juices that still dripped from it. She heard his satisfied sigh and her heart filled with j
oy. She knew this first little adventure was just the beginning. Out here, so deep in the secluded woodland, she would never be seen coming or going. And whenever her husband, the portly Duke, would be away on his many little trips around the countryside, she would have her own little excursions into the woodlands.

  She looked up at Hagar as he stood by the fire, naked and oh so endearing. He was her woodsman, in every sense of the word, and she would bear his children and raise them as the Duke’s. The fire in her belly burned hotter than the one in the little fireplace and her eyes shone with lust at the sight of the woodsman’s rising cock. She could have him again, right then. That had never happened with the Duke. Nothing ever happened with the Duke. Fuck the Duke.

  Lenore rose off the bed and walked up to the tall, broad shouldered woodsman. He twitched his magnificent manhood for her pleasure. She grasped it hard and guided it into her welcoming wetness. He lifted her up, thrusting in deep and let her ride him as he stood erect. Oh, how strong he was, she smiled in satisfaction, burying her face into his hairy chest. She bounced up and down over his surging cock. He was strong and she was pleased. Her children would be strong too. And Balmy County’s future could benefit from a strong Duke. This, the Duchess did make as a solemn promise.