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by Roger Hastings


  “Not from around here,” Lissa said. “He could get into serious trouble. My husband Richard has lots of girls, but they are kidnapped from far away and brought here. That way the locals don’t raise a fuss, and the police don’t know about them.” Lissa smiled.

  “Or pretend they don’t know. I saw lots of police visiting the Baron’s playroom. Even naked, without their uniforms on, I could recognize them. They were quite enthusiastic, sporting with the captive girls. Sometimes the Baron let me pretend to be one of those girls; stripped naked, my arms bound behind me in a leather harness, blindfolded and locked in a huge cage with horny, naked men.

  “They chased me and the other girls, laughing and taunting us. Then they would catch me. Sometimes I could feel three at a time fucking me.” Yeva sighed again, “I am so eager to repeat those parties.”

  There was a sound, the heavy oak door opening. A sliver of light washed down the stone stairway. The two women saw the shadows of four people carrying a lantern and descending. They approached the cell door.

  “Well, my dears, are you feeling neglected?” Baron Vartan stood in front. Behind and to the side stood Graveston, Dagan, and the maid. All four were naked. Graveston unlocked the barred door and they stepped inside.

  “It’s chilly down here, Baron,” the maid said. “Shall I find something to warm up the poor dear’s bodies?”

  “Of course, Devora, how very kind of you to think of their comfort.”

  Devora strode over in front of Lissa and Yeva and stood with her bare feet spread apart. She planted one fist on her hip and gestured forward with her other hand. “You are so quiet and motionless, as if you were too ignorant to know you have bodies. I’m aware of my body. Look at it.” Devora cupped one breast in her hand, and slid her other hand down into her dark muff of pubic hair. Caressing her feminine charms, she moved her feet together and slowly rotated on her toes. “See how perfect my body is. My full, swelling breasts; perfect for a man’s tongue and teeth to toy with. See my swelling hips, the inverted heart-shape of my ass.”

  She finished her turn and faced them again. “And most perfect of all, my pussy. See how rich and silky my muff is. Every day I brush it and perfume it for the carnal delight of a man’s fingers and lips. Every evening I perfume my pussy and dust it with cosmetic powder to make it silky smooth and a delight to male eyes.” Devora stretched up on her toes, tilting her head back and closing her emerald eyes. She smiled, stretching her arms straight out, level with her shoulders. “And when a man’s cock pushes into my pussy, it feels the ecstasy of my Venus muscle clasping it, coaxing it, massaging it until,” she gave a shuddering moan and gasped, “it cums!” Her entire body shivered with the upheaval of her inner vision. “And my muscle milks him; urging, demanding, forcing his cock to surrender more and more cum, holding it prisoner until the man is moaning for mercy.”

  She exhaled a long, quivering breath, lowered her arms, and looked at the girls again. “Can you do that?” She laughed and shook her head. “No! Why? Because you have never been taught the importance of always being totally preoccupied and enthralled with the thousands of sensations your bodies spawn every second of your lives. You must know only what your bodies feel, and what its only purpose is, to be coupled with another body.”

  Devora grinned, displaying her wolfish teeth. “Let us rejoice.” She walked around behind them, fists on her hips, “Today I will give you your first lesson. I will force you to focus your entire consciousness on what your bodies are feeling. No other thought or memory must interfere with your carnal awakening.”

  Lissa heard the sound of something being removed from a hook on the wall. There was a swish, then a loud...

  CRACK!

  Lissa’s suspended body jerked.

  “That was just practice,” Devora said. “I always warm up before the serious whipping begins.”

  Lissa turned her head as far as she could, staring out of her wide eyes at Devora, and the braided, black leather whip in her grip. Her arm raised again, and the whip slithered through the air.

  CRACK!

  “I can flick a fly off a cow without disturbing the rhythm of her chewing her cud,” Devora said. “You will be impressed with my genius.”

  “It’s better if you don’t look,” Yeva said. “She will whip both of us. Baron Vartan says I’m still in training.”

  The three men had sat down in the chairs along the left wall. Rozalia, the cook, came into the cell and stripped naked. She knelt between the Baron’s spread thighs, cupping his balls in her gentle hands and sucked his erection into her mouth.

  “Let the game begin,” Vartan commanded.

  There was a swish, a whistle of leather slicing the air, then...

  “AUGH-H-H-H!” The braided serpent bit into Lissa’s buttocks, twisting and thrusting her naked body forward. Her silky white legs flailed under her, desperately clawing for a foothold to keep her out of the whip’s range. She swung crazily a moment, then...

  CRACK!

  YAH-H-H-H! Lissa convulsed, her arms bending, lifting her buttocks upward in another desperate struggle.

  “You will soon be too tired to make those foolish and useless movements,” Devora said. “Save your strength for pleasing the Baron and his friends when I am through with you!”

  CRACK!

  “OW-W-W-W-W, WOW, OW!” Tears streamed down Lissa’s face, splattering on her jerking and flailing breasts. “Please stop! This is worse than anything I got at Blackthorne House.”

  “If you really love your husband,” Yeva said, “you will ask him to whip you like this. Men adore the women they whip.”

  “She’s not whipping you!” Lissa cried.

  Yeva closed her eyes and exhaled. “My turn is next, as soon as Devora finishes with you. And mine will be worse.” Her sad eyes glanced into Lissa’s. “I’m teacher’s pet.”

  CRACK!

  Lissa shrieked and thrashed in the air, her arms and legs quivering with fear and anguish.

  “Getting in touch with your body?” Devora asked, and laughed. “Not distracted by intellectual and philosophical questions? If you are puzzled by the meaning of life, here’s a hint.”

  Lissa stiffened, expecting another burning slash across her buttocks. Instead, she felt Devora’s cunning fingers creeping into her pussy. Lissa’s shuddering gasp echoed off the walls. The tension drained from her body as she bent her knees, pulling up her spread thighs to a horizontal position. She closed her eyes with a sigh and rested her head against her upraised arms.

  “That’s right, Lissa.” Devora’s voice was a soft whisper in Lissa’s ear, her burrowing fingers working their magic in her pussy. “Let your mind go. Don’t think. Don’t anticipate. Just feel, Lissa. Just lose yourself with the feelings inside your pussy. Feel, Lissa—feel it. There is no yesterday, no tomorrow, no past, no future. There is only now, only here. Feel me, Lissa. Feel what I am doing to your clitoris and G-spot.”

  “My what spot?” Lissa asked in a hoarse, quivering whisper.

  “No questions,” Devora breathed into Lissa’s tingling ear. Devora’s warm, breath caressed Lissa’s earlobe, drifting down on her neck as if were a warm, wet, tropical night breeze curling into the hollow of her throat.

  “Feel it, Lissa. A tropical beach. A blanket spread out on the sand. You’re lying on your back, naked, legs spread, while a handsome, primitive native man makes love to you, Lissa. Feel his swollen cock sliding in and out of your hot pussy. Feel the throbbing of the blood in his cock-veins. Feel his panting, eager breath on your face as he...”

  “NERG-G-G--UNGAH!” Lissa’s perspiring torso lurched with the first shock of her orgasm. “YUNGH-H-H-H! UH! UH! UH!” Lissa lurched like a crazed puppet. Her whole existence welded to the manipulation of Devora’s lively fingers swarming between her pussy lips.

  “UGH! UNH! YUH! Ah-h-h-h-h!” The long sigh flowed from Lissa’s mouth as Devora’s fingers slowed to a slow stroke up and down her dripping pussy lips. Lissa’s body was limp, dangling from
her chains like a wet towel pinned by one corner to a clothesline.

  Devora wrapped her arms around Lissa’s naked torso and hugged her. “Wasn’t that the best orgasm you ever had?”

  Lissa’s head hung down, eyes closed, panting mouth open. She could only nod her head.

  “Of course, my delicious morsel. Now you are beginning to understand why men whip defenseless girls. It’s for your pleasure as well as theirs. There’s a great truth to learn, Lissa. Sex is not for wimps!”

  Chapter Eight

  Cumming To Terms With Lust

  Luvina lowered her gaze to the floor. “I already explained all that, Inspector Gall. Didn’t your sergeant tell you?”

  “He told me a great deal, but I want to hear more, especially from you.”

  “I said all this already. I was awakened in the night by a stranger climbing through my open window. He yanked me out of my bed and dragged me outside. I screamed, and then I heard shouts from the village men. The stranger was frightened, so he threw me over his shoulder and ran into the forest.”

  “Where did he take you?”

  “I don’t know. I was frightened, and it was dark. When I woke up, he was sleeping next to me on the edge of a cliff. I could hear the ocean surf below, so I pushed him over the edge. His body hit the rocks below. He must have been dead, because he didn't struggle when the waves washed him away.”

  “The village men described him as very large, almost a giant. How could a little wisp of a girl like you shove his body over a cliff.”

  “It was sloping, It was easy to roll him down over the edge.”

  “And he didn’t wake up?”

  “No, there was an empty whisky bottle in his hand. He must have been drunk.”

  Inspector Gall scribbled a few notes, then looked up at Luvina. She twisted her fingers together and avoided his eyes.

  “Did he rape you?”

  “I—I don’t know what that word means, sir.”

  “Did he take off your clothes and put something into you, between your legs?”

  “Inspector!” Luvina’s father thundered. “Really, sir, your foul insinuations are most unwelcome. We raised our daughter to be...”

  “That’s enough, Mister...”

  “Connor, Nally Connor.”

  “Mister Connor...”

  “Enough! Out ‘o me house. I’ll not hear any more such lies about me daughter. She’s a good girl with a fine sense ‘o decency. She’s got a new job with a fine future she has, if you don’t go a’ slandering her a’fore she has a chance for a fine life.”

  “What job?”

  “That new foreign gentleman who’s taken up residence in Machival Castle, Baron Reznik. Sure, he’s offered her a position on his staff. No common maid, mind ye, she’s going to be assistant to his secretary, Madam Yeva.” Nally puffed out his chest. “She’ll learn plenty of them aristocratic social graces from that woman; how to be a proper lady like her, I’m sure. My daughter’s going to become something she never could by staying home.”

  “Mister Connor, have you heard what goes on inside that...”

  “I said enough, and sure, ye heard me.” Nally shot to his feet and jerked the cottage door open. “Now begone with ye. Just because I was born in Ireland, don’t be getting airs about ye. I’m as good a man as ye, and better mannered!”

  “Thank you for your help, miss.” Gall tipped his cap to Luvina and ignored her father as he and Sergeant Riley stepped out into the street.

  “She’s lying,” Riley said after the door slammed shut.

  “She certainly is. Who’s her man, I’m wondering.”

  “Graveston, the butler at Machival Castle?”

  “I can’t believe that. If he wasn’t so sinister, I’d expect to see him in one of those silent horror movies I’ve seen in Kilmarnoc or Glasgow. No, someone else owns her heart. And I’m damned if I can guess who it is.”

  They climbed into Gall’s gleaming red motor car and chugged south, out of Pokehollow and down the stony road to Lympwick.

  ***

  They moved Lissa to a different smaller cell. One containing an unfriendly-looking framework of black-painted wood. Leather straps and steel buckles waited to embrace her body in their merciless grip. Lissa waited, alone, listening to Yeva’s fate in that dark, sinister cell in another part of the cellar.

  Yeva still hung suspended, enduring her turn in the pitiless hands of Devora. Her shrieks and cries confirmed the vigorous persecution of the whip, and the lewd manipulation of her breasts and pussy.

  Dagan clambered up on a stool, matching the height of his cock to Yeva’s pussy. Her ankles had been chained, and drawn wide apart, making her pussy an easy prey to the probing of his cock. It burrowed deep, making Yeva groan with anguish and forced lust. Devora took a long, wide leather belt from a hook on the wall and wrapped it around Yeva and Dagan’s hips. She cinched it tight, pressing their genitals tightly together, making it impossible for Yeva to separate her pussy from Dagan’s cock.

  “Are you ready?” Devora asked Dagan. He nodded excitedly and giggled.

  The whip swished back behind Yeva, then shot forward, raking a stripe of flame across her ass.

  “AUGH!” Yeva jerked forward, her captive pussy’s muscle involuntarily grasping and stroking Dagan’s quivering cock.

  “Good?” Devora asked him.

  Dagan’s eyes were closed, his lips pulled wide in a wolf’s grin. He sighed with only one word, “More!”

  Swish, CRACK!

  “Yaugh! Agh!” Yeva twisted her torso, sending waves of ecstasy through Dagan’s cock, igniting lascivious fireworks bursting in his belly.

  “Ah-h-h-h! M-m-m-m-m! Cock paradise!” he moaned.

  Yeva’s clamped-shut eyes leaked a stream of tears. Dagan grasped her head and forced it against his upraised face, savoring the salt taste with his licking tongue.

  CRACK!

  “AUGH! Stop! It hurts worse than last time!”

  “It has to be worse than last time,” Devora replied, “to make your orgasm more intense and pleasurable than last time.” She grunted with the effort as the braided leather serpent slammed into Yeva’s burning buttocks again.

  “AH-H-H-GH!” Every muscle in Yeva’s body convulsed. Her pussy frantically spasmed wildly with the dual sensation of a man’s cock massaging her clitoris, and the agony of her tortured ass.

  Dagan jiggled up and down on his toes, adding to the tornado of lust roaring in his ecstatic cock. “Yee, yee, yee,” he keened through his gritting teeth. His breath surged in interrupted gasps, controlled by the straining contraction of his muscles. His embracing arms crushed Yeva’s breasts against his chin, his forehead buried in the trembling flesh of her shoulder and upraised arm.

  CRACK!

  “AH-UH!” Yeva’s head flung back, her raven tresses flailing her back, her legs shuddering as she writhed her torso. Her endurance reached its limit. Her mind sank into a primeval mist. Only the flesh remained to respond.

  CRACK!

  “YAGH! AUGH! OH! OH! Cumming!” She went rigid. “UH-AUH-H-H!” Her torso was in the embrace of her greatest and most triumphant experiment with sex. Fighting against the imprisonment of her chains, she wailed and struggled to pump her pussy in rapid strokes on Dagan’s impaling manhood. Her writhing Venus-muscle triggered his orgasm.

  Gouts of fervid cum pumped through Dagan’s spasming manhood, up into her suckling pussy. “HAGH! HUNGH! UNGH! UNGH! OH! Yes--yes--yes...YES! AUHG!”

  Yeva went mad with ecstasy. She was a crazed puppet, twisting and jerking in her chains. Only the leather strap binding them together prevented the violence of her cumming from disconnecting her grip on his cock. Bound to her shaking torso, Dagan’s body was jerked and shoved in a wild, midair sex dance.

  ***

  “How do you feel, young lady?” Dagan stood by Lissa’s head, dragging his fingers through the velvet tresses of her golden hair. His swollen, semi-erect cock jiggled and swayed in front of her eyes. It glistened with Yeva�
�s recent pussy-juice.

  “Uncomfortable,” Lissa moaned, “and I can’t move to ease the strain.” Lissa bit her lip and tried to shift her naked body. The binding straps were so snug she couldn’t move a millimeter. She lay on her back, the narrow, upward-curving plank under her forcing her back upward in an aching arch, her groin at the highest point. Her arms were drawn up beside her head, and pulled sharply down, each one immobilized by the trio of wide leather straps buckled at wrists, elbows, and shoulders. It was the position of her legs that worried Lissa; her silken thighs were forced wide apart. Her knees were bent and strapped to vertical beams, her lower legs forced back under and ankles strapped to a horizontal brace. Her defenseless, golden-muffed pussy felt the slight draft of cool air circulating through the large cell. Her pussy faced, and was in full view of, the steel-barred door standing open, inviting every horny cock to come in and abuse it.

  “How uncomfortable?” Dagan asked.

  “Very uncomfortable.

  “Thank you,” he replied.

  “‘Thank you’? What for?”

  He grinned and stroked the black wooden beams of the framework. “I designed this structure, and all of the others here. I wanted to be a doctor, you know. I studied at the Voldavia University of Medicine, specializing in female anatomy. I received high honors for my scholastic genius, but I was expelled for kidnapping, tormenting, and raping two student nurses.” He cradled Lissa’s head in his two hands. “I was run out of the city, banned from society.”

  Dagan bent down until his face was only inches from Lissa’s. He grinned like a predator about to devour its prey. “Only the Baron took pity on me. He made me welcome, and promised me shelter, protection, and lots and lots of pretty young girls to molest and fuck. He used my knowledge of female anatomy by asking me to design and build these fixtures and frameworks.”

 

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