The dam burst. The floodgates crumbled. With a surging propulsion, the monster’s cum shot into her caldron of Venus. Luvina’s pussy shuddered with ecstasy, feeling his convulsing cock fling gout after gout of thick spume into the roiling churn of her pussy.
The creature wailed, tears running down his cheeks. The joy of release consumed him, drained him, reduced him to a whimpering kitten.
For days, and weeks, and months, he had lain hidden, healing from the cruel wounds, tended by faithful Dagan. Denied the pleasure of a pretty girl’s pussy, his reservoir of cum filled, expanded, and strained to contain all the vast pool of sperm stored in his huge, over-stretched sex glands. The excess of sex hormones tortured him, robbed him of sleep, his cock pleading for a pretty pussy to fuck.
At long last, his cum could spew into a girl. Not just a girl, but a vision of loveliness, a feminine figure so ripe and shapely it inflamed the desire of every man with the honesty and courage to possess her.
He was weeping, his lumpy head drooping, pressed against Luvina’s cheek.
“Poor thing,” she whispered. She turned her face toward his and kissed his scarred cheek, murmuring comfort into his ear. “How you must have suffered in life. Who gave you such horrible wounds? What wicked people tormented you?”
The creature sobbed, gently caressing her hair with his trembling hands.
Chapter Seven
Hard Lessons
Sergeant Riley knocked on the green door and poked his head into the office. “The village girl has been found. She returned to the village last night.”
Inspector Gall looked up from his desk. “Unharmed?”
“Better than that, sir. She is positively radiant. If you ask me, sir, her story is all airy-fairy. Made the whole thing up to explain her absence.”
“Then where was she, and what was she doing for two days and nights?”
“Off with her lover, I expect. I know that expression she was wearing—sexual fulfillment, I expect.”
“You should know, Riley. The village girls really swoon over your uniform. Fathered a child yet?”
“No, sir. I’m saving all that for marriage.” He grinned and shut the door.
“Riley!”
The door opened again.
Gall shot up from his chair and snatched his cap from the wall hook. “Lets motor over to Pokehollow Village. I want to ask her some questions.”
“Right, sir.”
***
Lissa’s mare, Arial, carried her north along Moorland Lane at a gallop. Lissa’s saddle was custom-made, in strict conformity with her design. Just above the saddle skirt on each side were wide leather belts for strapping her thighs tight against her horse. In the top of the saddle, where her crotch pressed down, were tiny ridges circling a central bulge, crescent shaped and spaced to match the position of her pussy and rectum. Lisa wore her usual skimpy skirt, and underneath, only flimsy panties. She wanted nothing to deprive her of the erotic sensations. With the leather straps holding her groin prisoner against the musky warm leather, each stride of hoof, whether walking, trotting, or best of all, galloping, kept Lissa moaning in a high state of sexual arousal.
Riding is such fun!
And it was special fun today, for she was on her way to Baron Vartan Reznik’s castle. The hints and whispers she had heard while eavesdropping on the Blackthorne Estate men; Crom, Gregor, and the others, tugged at her imagination. If they were true, Lissa would taste a sexual thrill and possibly a terrifying danger surpassing all her experience.
Does the sex-beast really exist? Is it safe for me to be captured by him?
This night she would discover all she wanted to know—and probably a great deal she would rather not know.
But I can’t live another day without knowing the truth, without feeling the ultimate thrill of being bound and helpless while a huge, deranged beast attacks my naked body. I should have left a note for Richard to insure a search for me if I don’t return tomorrow. Would that really be soon enough for my safety? But that would be cheating. That’s the point, isn’t it? If I know I am safe, it will rob me of the thrill. No, I must truly be in danger. It must be a genuine risk of the unknown, an irrefutable imprisonment that I cannot escape. I must willingly surrender myself to a situation where I cannot defend myself, where no one can rescue me, no matter what the beast does to me. Oh, this is going to be such fun!
She rode like the wind with Blackthorne Forest on her left; the wild moor, and then the tamer heath, flew by on her right side. With a wave to Stasio and the other gypsies, she galloped across Black Brook Bridge, and on toward the abandoned vineyard, where Moorland lane joined Fleetfoot Road. It led her in a long, wide, sweeping curve to the seacoast and on to Baron Reznik’s castle.
Gulls circled overhead, screeching their imagined warnings, “Turn back! Lissa! Turn back!” She glanced up and laughed, refuting their wisdom with a gesture of her middle finger. Her mare was wheezing and snorting for breath by the time she arrived.
“Poor Arial, I’ve let my eagerness make you run too fast, for too many miles. Don’t be angry, my sweet. I’m sure that creature hidden in some dark, secret corner of this massive stone fortress will make me pay a terrible penalty for my selfishness.”
Lissa dismounted and stroked her horse’s damp neck. “You poor darling. The ride home will be much easier.” She led Arial up the approach path and across the drawbridge by the reins. The setting sun painted the west walls and towers with a crimson so comparable to blood that it made Lissa shiver.
Graveston had seen her arrive, and sent one of the new maids to stable her horse. He stood at the top of the steps, framed in the open door. “Welcome, Miss Cailean. The Baron received your note. Everything is prepared for your stay. You will dine with Vartan--uh--Baron Reznik, then your adventure will begin.”
“Thank you, Graveston. Perhaps I will have the pleasure of your participation during my adventure?”
He grinned wolfishly. “My dear, how lovely and trusting you are. I wish I could confirm your request, but Baron Reznik has ordered all of us to keep the arrangements a secret from you. That is what you requested in your note.”
“Yes, of course. I suppose it’s more fun that way.”
“Fun for us men, certainly. Fun for you?—well—you will just have to wait and see.”
Lissa shivered with a momentary shudder. She glanced at the grinning Graveston, “Chilly this evening isn’t it.”
They went inside and down the hallway to the Baron’s study.
“How wonderful to see you again, my dear.” Vartan took her hand and kissed it. “You cannot possibly guess how pleased and excited I was when I read your note. I feel extremely fortunate to have such like-minded neighbors.”
“We are also pleased to have you among us, Baron.”
“Please, call me Vartan. We are going to be very intimate while you are my guest, so let’s dispose of formalities.”
“Of course, Vartan.” Lissa moved toward the closest chair at the dining table.
“Oh, no, my dear,” Vartan said with an admonishing wave of his finger. “Please sit in that chair.” His finger moved to point at a heavy oaken chair painted black. It was festooned with leather straps and buckles in strategic locations.
Graveston pulled it out from the table with a polite nod of his head, “Please, Mrs. Cailean, make yourself comfortable.”
Lissa sat down with a knowing smile, pleased that the Baron anticipated her secret fantasies so perfectly. She allowed her arms to be swung out and lifted over the back of the chair, her armpits fitting perfectly into the sculpted crescents at the top of the back of her chair. Graveston positioned her unresisting arms down and straight, pressing them against the rear surface of the chair back.
He deftly cinched the leather straps tight around her wrists, elbows, and over her shoulders, pinning her firmly against the chair. A long belt circled her waist, drawing her lower back into firm contact with the oak frame. Last, straps circled her ankles, binding them t
o the chair legs.
“Thank you for being so cooperative, my dear,” Vartan said as Graveston stood up and stepped back against the wall. “I hoped you wouldn’t make a fuss.”
“Why Baron, this is a delightful surprise, but now I won’t be able to enjoy the wonderful dinner your cook has prepared in honor of my visit.”
“I told you, my dear, everything has been arranged for you.” He clapped his hands and the cook and maids entered the room, bearing steaming platters of food, and pitchers of wine and champagne. One pretty, doe-eyed maid pulled a chair up next to Lissa’s and sat down. Her long, shining black hair swept down her back and caressed the adorable curves of her ass. With a wink at Lissa, and without inquiring what she would prefer to eat, the girl began filling Lissa’s plate as the cook placed the platters in front of her.
“Will I like that?” Lissa asked as the maid moved a spoon toward her mouth.
“It doesn’t matter, dear, you’re going to eat it. Now,” she said, pressing her finger lightly against Lissa’s lips, “no talking until the baron gives you permission. Now eat what I serve you.”
Vartan shrugged his shoulders. “It’s best to obey her, my dear. She learned about physical punishment at the cruel hands of my sister in Voldavia. She’s always looking for a chance for revenge against any aristocratic lady. Do what she tells you, and don’t provoke her. In your present situation, there’s no way you can defend yourself from her anger.”
Lissa opened her mouth and took the spoonful of pungent soup. “It’s good,” she said. “Ow!”
The maid’s thumb and fingers crushed Lissa’s ear in their twisting grip. “Stop talking. I warned you! What will we have to do to you to make you understand? If I tell you to eat it, or drink it, I expect you to do just what I say without complaining!” The maid scooped up another spoonful of soup and shoved it into Lissa’s mouth.
The rest of the meal went better. Lissa ate what the maid crowded into her mouth, forcing her to eat so rapidly she couldn’t savor the taste. When dessert had been served, Lissa couldn’t swallow it as fast as the maid scooped it up to her lips. Chocolate mousse was smeared over Lissa’s mouth, cheeks, and chin when the meal ended. The maid didn’t bother with napkins. Lissa would wear her clown make-up for awhile yet.
Vartan leaned back in his chair, grinning and pressing his finger tips together. Lissa felt an air of tense expectation hanging in the air. Something was wrong.
He tapped his fingers together, then lay his hands on the table. All the other people in the dining room were sporting wicked grins as he leaned forward and spoke. “My staff and I have prepared very strange and frightening delights to impose on you during your extended stay.”
“Extended stay?” Lissa’s face paled. “But I stated plainly in my note that I only wanted to be kept here overnight.”
“My dear, you are my guest, and my prisoner—by your own initiative, I might add. What you want has no meaning here. Prisoners have no right to leave until their captors are finished with them. I’m afraid you will be forced to endure an extended stay lasting an unspecified number of days and nights.”
“But...” Lissa looked at the faces of the Baron, Graveston, and the serving maids. They gazed at her silently, all with smug smiles. “Richard will come looking for me! When I don’t return tomorrow...”
“Richard won’t be worried in the slightest, my dear.” The Baron’s eyes flicked to Graveston. “My butler, here, once spent two years in Blackpool Prison for forgery. He’s very clever and skilled at imitating handwriting,” a cruel grin spread across the two men’s faces, “especially yours. Richard has already received a note on your stolen stationery, in what he will believe to be your own handwriting. I have a copy here. I’m sure you will want to know what you have written.” Vartan pulled a sheet of expensive paper from his jacket. Unfolding it, he began to read:
‘Dearest Richard;
Darling, I have the most urgent need for a new wardrobe for the approaching winter. You know how impulsive I am, so I ask you to forgive my rushing off without explaining or saying good-bye. I’ll be staying with an old school chum in London for...’
Vartan grinned again, “I won’t reveal how long you decided to stay in London. I’ll leave you to wonder about that.” He cleared his throat and continued reading:
‘...days. Please be a dear and don’t fret when you don’t hear from me. I’ll be in good hands...’
Graveston snickered, not bothering to hide his amusement. The Baron gave him a quick frown and continued:
‘...I’ll be in good hands and exposing myself to all the new sights, sounds, and the unusual kinds of entertainment my companions have planned for me.
Give my love to your sister Addy.
Your lucky wife,
Lissa
P.S. I know how lonely you will be, so please help yourself to the comfort of a girl or two in your bed every night.’
Baron Reznik folded the paper and put it back in his pocket. “How do you feel, now, my dear?”
Lissa was stunned. She stared at the Baron, too overwhelmed to speak. At last, she heard her voice, frail and strained. “What are you going to do to me?”
“We are going to expose you to all our secrets. There are so many things you don’t know about us, my lovely captive. But we will share them all with you. Day and night there will be strange and unwelcome surprises for you,” he paused when Lisa gasped and bit her lip, a tear creeping down her cheek.
He walked slowly around the table until he and Graveston stood on each side of her imprisoning chair. His fingers toyed with her golden hair. “Every inch of your body will be exposed to our secrets. Every inch of your skin will feel their effects.” He bent and whispered in her ear. “It’s going to last a long time.” He and Graveston lifted her chair and carried her out of the room, out of the light and cheer. Down the long, echoing passageway they carried the weeping Lissa, toward the darkness and dread of the enormous cellar. She could hear the vengeful laughter of the maid as she walked behind her.
***
“What do you make of her note?” Richard handed his wife’s sheet of stationery to Chalmers, his estate manager.
“Looks like her handwriting, and she is impulsive.” Chalmers shrugged and handed the paper back to Richard.
“She has never gone off alone like this, though. She usually takes Addy with her when she travels. Then, if she doesn’t find a suitable man to sleep with...”
“She never spoke a word of this to me,” Addy said.
Richard frowned. “This makes me feel just like the time Lissa was kidnapped. Chalmers, check with Farley in the stables. See if Lissa’s horse is still there. She wouldn’t take her horse to London.”
“Yes, Sir Richard.” He turned and left.
Addy lay a comforting hand on Richard’s arm. “Lissa is so trusting, she just doesn’t believe anyone would really harm her.”
Richard heaved a weary sigh and wrapped an arm around Addy. “Sometimes I think we will spend the rest of our lives rescuing her.”
“Where could she be? I checked her bedroom, and there is no sign of a struggle.”
“If her horse is gone, the first place we will check is the gypsy camp. She is hoping to seduce the tall, muscular one. What’s his name?”
“I think Lissa called him ‘Stasio’.”
“Yes, that’s him, Stasio. Come on, I’m not waiting for Chalmers to get back. Let’s get our horses and pay a call on the gypsies. If she’s not there, we will go to Pokehollow Village. Lissa said she wanted to meet the girl that was abducted.”
***
Lissa hung by her wrists from the ceiling. Her dainty toes wiggled in the air, suspended a foot above the stone floor. Next to her was the Baron’s secretary, Yeva, also naked and hanging by her wrists.
A short, stocky man with a queer grin had unlocked the barred door, come into the cell, and slowly ripped off Lissa’s clothing. Last to be removed were her pink, silken panties, carefully nudged over her hips and
down her shapely legs. “For the Baron’s collection,” he said. “Not to be torn or damaged.” His pig-snort giggle echoed in the large stone chamber.
He spent several minutes fondling Lissa’s naked flesh, grinning and slobbering out words in the Voldavian language. Lissa didn’t understand his talk, but the language of his fingers was very easy to understand. He sighed, turned, and left. When he had shuffled up the stone stairway and slammed the thick oaken door at the top, all was silent in the dim, cavernous cellar.
“What will they do to us?” Lissa asked.
“Look behind you,” Yeva answered.
She turned her head as far as possible, straining to see from the corner of her eye. Dim and shadowy in the near-darkness, she saw shelves and hooks bolted to the wall. On the table a pile of leather, metal, and wooden implements waited to be used on the two female bodies. Whips, willowy rods, and leather straps hung from the hooks. The shelves were too dark to see what cruel surprises would spring out from them.
“In the old days,” Yeva said, “they were used on stubborn or lazy servants. Such things were permitted a few generations back in Voldavia. After the new laws were passed, the aristocrats were supposed to destroy their devilish devices. Instead, they hid them away, in places like this castle cellar. The Baron says there are still thousands of secret places like this cell, where girls are taken. Today, instead of using the whips and instruments for punishing bad behavior, they are used on innocent girls to amuse men and energize their sex-drive.
“Some of those devices are designed to be used on men. Sometimes the Baron lets me strap him or a male guest down on a bench, or to one of the frameworks, and use those toys on his cock and balls. It’s absolutely amazing how much I can make a man’s cock hurt without any serious injury. But...” Yeva looked up at the cuffs and chains suspending her from the dark ceiling far above and giggled, “it’s much more fun this way.”
“You like being whipped and tormented?” Lissa asked.
“It’s not so bad,” Yeva replied. “I can stand it. You should feel sorry for the poor Baron, instead. he has to keep thinking up new ways to abuse me.” She smiled at Lissa. “He’s quite clever. In Voldavia he invented and sold a lot of instruments to other men with places like this. They traded girls back and forth, so there were always lots of new bodies to play with. But now,” she sighed and gazed into the distance, “we are far from home, and the Baron has to find new girls to capture.”
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