Lust Lurks at Dark Lair

by Roger Hastings

  He pressed his dry, cracked lips against hers, until he gasped for air. “The Baron and I enjoy the pleasures of kidnapping and fucking pretty girls. Some of the vicious ways we’ve invented to fuck them are very unpleasant for the girls, as you are about to find out.”

  “What ways?”

  “We’ve got more things than just cocks to force into your pussy.”

  “You wouldn’t dare do that to me. Why, I’m the wife of...”

  Dagan raised up and looked at the door. The sound of footsteps approached. “Oo-o-o-o, Looks like you’ve got a gentleman caller.”

  In her position, Lissa couldn’t see anything but the grim stone blocks of the rear wall in front of her upside-down head. A shadow moved on the wall in front of her face. The silhouette of a monstrous, deformed male creature moved before her eyes. Its shuffling, unsteady gait revealed a flawed brain, directing a huge, powerful body prone to unpredictable behavior.

  In the shadow of its massive hand was some intricate device, some hellish contraption of metal, leather straps and buckles dangling from its flanged base. There was the clink of metal as the buckles chimed against the long probe. It was formed of thin wires, welded into an open lattice of a cylindrical wire cage with a rounded tip. When pushed into Lissa’s vagina, it would hold it open, exposing the delicate flesh inside. The flanged base was festooned with levers and knobs controlling the insertion of fiendish manipulating rods for exploring Lissa’s vagina, and testing its endurance to pain.

  Lissa gasped. “What’s he going to do with that?”

  Dagan answered with a fiendish laugh, “Ever been fucked by a machine? They don’t know when to stop. And this one loves to launch rude surprises into pretty girls’ vaginas. Your reactions will amuse my friend.” Dagan stroked Lissa’s cheek. “You’re going to beg and plead with him to shove his giant hunk of cock-flesh into your pussy, just to escape his metal toy.”

  “Where’s Baron Reznik? I want to see Baron Reznik! He will make you stop this insanity!”

  “Baron Reznik is otherwise occupied,” Dagan said with a snicker. “He’s busy breaking in one of our new maids we hired. Right now she is chained down in his bed. I wish we could hear her, their voices are always so entertaining when it’s their first time.”

  “I want the Baron!” Lissa shouted. “He will make you stop this insanity!”

  Her last word made the creature jerk upright, snarling.

  “Oh, now you made a big mistake,” Dagan said. “You shouldn’t use that word where he can hear you. Now you made him angry. There’s no stopping him now, my dear. He will punish your poor pussy for insulting him.”

  “No! Please stop him,” Lissa sobbed. “I’m sorry--tell him I’m sorry.”

  “Too late, pretty captive. Remember, you asked the Baron to make you a prisoner and expose you to his sexual secrets. Now you will be forced to endure them.”

  “But not this one! Not...” She felt the open-wire probe touch her pussy lips, then press into her defenseless vagina. “NO-O-O-O!” She strained against the straps holding her prisoner. “Richard! Help me! Please, someone help me!” Her words were choked off with her sobs.

  The creature forced the probe deep inside Lissa, until the contoured flange at the base of the probe pressed against her. It was contoured to match the shape of her groin. He wrapped one strap around her waist, jerking it taut and buckling it. Then he cinched up the four straps connecting the belt to the flange, compressing it tight against Lissa’s pussy lips.

  Lissa’s dangling head moved from side to side, her lips dribbling moaning whispers. “No, no, no. This isn’t happening to me. This isn’t real. Why can’t I wake up in my bed at home?”

  Dagan moved around to stand next to his friend. Lissa heard their giggling whispers as they planned their cruel game with her.

  “It’s playtime,” Dagan said.

  Lissa heard the squeak of a turning knob, then felt something pointed press against the dainty tissue inside her pussy. It paused, then moved deeper into her, pressing harder. She moaned with anticipation. Another squeak, and then there was a second touch, another mechanical protrusion sliding up the spread-open walls of her pussy, closing in on the first one. It stopped when they were a quarter of an inch apart. Lissa heard the creature’s hissing laugh.

  “OW! OUCH!” Lisa surged against the unyielding straps as the two metal probes closed, gripping a fold of delicate pussy-flesh and pinching it.

  Dagan snickered at her reaction. He trotted around to where she could see him. He was cradling his swelling cock in both hands. “Isn’t this fun?” he asked with an enormous grin.

  Lissa only whimpered in reply.

  “Don’t be so glum,” he said, shaking an admonishing finger at her face. “We are making your pussy so over-sensitive that when my friend fucks you, you will feel his cock moving inside you more intensely than you can possibly imagine. Aren’t you glad?”

  Lissa pursed her lips and spat at him.

  “Stubborn, stubborn little girl. We will have to do this to you for a long time before you learn obedience and respect for the carnal cravings of men.”

  The creature flipped a long, silvery lever. A compressed spring released and drove a spider-shaped snout deep into the helpless chamber of Venus, towing a thin, hollow tube connected to it. The creature twisted a valve at the bottom of a glass vial mounted on the flange. Liquid bubbled out of the tiny nozzles at the ends of the metal spider legs.

  Lissa opened her mouth with an ear-shattering shriek.

  ***

  Baron Vartan sat on the bed next to the trembling new maid, “You are such a lovely child, my dear. What did you say your name was?”

  “My name is Faun, sir.”

  “Well, Faun, it would be ill-mannered of you to deny my desire to fuck you.”

  “Oh, please, sir. Let me go. It’s wrong for you to do this.” The girl glanced wide-eyed at the chains on her wrists and ankles, holding her spread-eagled on her back in Vartan’s bed.

  “My dear little beauty, how can anything that makes us happy be wrong?”

  “The vicar, sir, at Sunday morning meeting. He says its wrong for a girl to let a man...” She stopped, biting her lip as a tear slid down her cheek.

  “Does the Vicar have a wife?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “And did she give birth to a child?”

  “Children, sir, she has three children.”

  “Well, then, the vicar did to her just what I am going to do to you. Now, if an expert about right and wrong does it to her, why is it wrong for me to do the same thing to you?”

  “I...I don’t know sir, it’s just...Oh! Stop, sir, I...I...” The village girl gasped as the Baron began unbuttoning her blouse. “Oh, sir, your bedroom door is wide open. Someone might come in and see us.”

  “No one will interrupt us, my child. My people are all down in the cellar amusing themselves with molesting Yeva and my dinner guest. Remember the fine young lady you served dinner to? The one strapped in the special chair?”

  “Yes, sir. I thought it so strange she would smile and let you do that. But rich people and foreigners do have queer customs.”

  “But this is our favorite custom,” Vartan said, releasing the last button.

  Faun whimpered and bit her lip, She turned her head away as he ceremoniously pulled her blouse open, exposing the pure white cotton of her underclothes.

  “Well, just look at you,” Vartan whispered. “For a girl so young, you surely do have the bosom of a woman.”

  The girl’s fearful breathing lifted her ample breasts upward in a rhythm of vulnerability under their frail covering of cotton. The pink silk ribbon lacing together the front of her bodice was all too accessible to the Baron’s fingers. Faun tugged at her chains again, desperately willing them to release her.

  “You can’t escape me, beautiful child. Those chains have been tested by many pretty girls, but surely none prettier than you. They all failed to get loose. All of them were forced to feel th
e passion of my manhood loving them. Now it’s your turn, my dear.”

  He gently tugged at the ribbon’s bow, slowly pulling loose the knot. Loophole by loophole, Vartan gradually teased the ribbon out of her bodice, savoring the trapped look in the girl’s eyes. He lifted the freed ribbon and lay it across her forearm. “I want you to feel it against your skin, a constant reminder that your body has no protection from me.”

  Vartan grasped the edges of Faun’s bodice, pausing a moment to drink in the frightened beauty of her face. Her lower lip trembled as he carefully drew the fabric apart, exposing the naked velvet mounds of her pink-nippled breasts.

  He sucked in a deep breath, mesmerized by their beauty. “Am I the first male to see them?”

  “Yes, sir,” Faun sobbed.

  “Don’t weep, my child. What I am about to take from you, I will return ten-fold. A man’s erection is the most joyful encounter a girl can experience. His gift of semen is the greatest treasure a beautiful girl can receive.”

  Vartan took a pair of scissors and began cutting away her skirt.

  “You...you really think I am pretty, sir?”

  “My little dove, I have fucked thousands of girls since my first erection. None could surpass the tantalizing charm of your femininity. When my father first detected my onset of puberty, he compelled each of his prettiest household maids to take their turns spending the night with me in my bed. Then, when I tired of them, he shared his mistresses with me. It was a most delicious education.”

  He cast aside the demolished skirt and began cutting away the last symbols of a maiden’s virginity. “What lovely legs, my dear. I’m sure the beauty of your body will arouse my manhood to fuck you many times this night.”

  Faun gasped as the flimsy barrier of her panties was attacked by the scissors. The slithering sound of the silk threads being severed seemed to fill the bedroom, echoing from the walls.

  The sliced-apart panties lay limp on her groin, cut apart, but not yet lifted away.

  Vartan’s fingers hovered over the pink, silky fabric. “Would you like to say anything, my dear, in this last historic moment before I deprive you of your virginity?”

  “Will it hurt?” she sobbed.

  “Just at the very beginning, child, as I rupture your maidenhead. Then—I promise you—ecstasy!”

  “Please,” Faun whimpered, “be nice to me.”

  The desecrated panties lifted from her secret garden, and the delicate muff and slit of her love nest pleasured Vartan’s eyes.

  “Now you shall learn the form of a man’s glory,” he said. His jacket slid to the floor. His shirt fluttered after it. Then his trousers crumpled around his ankles. He slipped off his shoes and socks, standing beside Faun wearing only his under shorts. The proud fleshy spike of sex tented the front. With an athletic spring he was in the bed, his legs wide, his body supported upright on his knees, planted beside her chest.

  “Behold the mystery of male power,” he whispered as he tore away the seams of his underpants, releasing the rigid magnificence of his projecting cock.

  The innocent girl gasped, her staring eyes trapped by the appalling vision of that loathsome male weapon. “No! No!” Faun struggled against the grip of her merciless chains. “I don’t want that hideous thing touching me! Get it away from me!”

  Baron Vartan just grinned and lowered his body on top of Faun. Her shrieks and cries flew through the open door, echoed down the hall, floated down the wide stairway, and whispered through the castle’s rooms. But they were all empty.

  The clock ticked away on the mantle, the fire crackled in the fireplace. The October night wind moaned at the windows, but there was no one to hear Faun’s terrified cries for help. There was no one to care, no one to weep for her. This was not the movies. There was no handsome, noble young beau to rush up the stairs, burst into the bedroom, and rescue her from her fleshly fate. She was the Baron’s prey, and he would have his pleasure with her.

  Faun screamed as his cock penetrated her pussy lips, violating her sanctity as it ripped away her virgin’s sheath. She gritted her teeth as it drove deep into her, forcing a sensation of penetration she had never imagined even in her wildest dreams. Then Vartan began a slow, gentle motion; backward, forward, backward, forward, pistoning his manhood in the moist clasp of her vagina.

  She shuddered underneath him, clamping her eyes shut, turning her head away, denying this was really happening.

  But Faun’s body could not lie to her. She felt her pussy caressing this piston of male flesh; feeling its power, feeling its heat, feeling the hot, testosterone-drenched male blood hammering through its twisted network of swollen veins. A warmth and comfort ignited in her pussy. The soothing pleasure crept outward, first tranquilizing the fear in her groin, then spreading into her thighs and belly. Her knotted muscles calmed. A serene glow tingled through her skin. Her clenched hands relaxed, and she sighed.

  Gradually, the cock gently sliding in and out of her transformed from a terrifying weapon into a conduit to paradise. Faun’s mind fought a losing battle with her flesh. She grunted, then sighed in surrender. Her body relaxed under Vartan’s, and he smiled, happy with another young maiden’s submission to his carnal skill.

  “Oh, sir,” she sighed, “its...its...”

  “Yes, it is, my child,” his breathy whisper said in her ear.

  A glowing heat was building in her belly, a cramping sensation of all joy and freedom. Faun’s legs flexed, turning her thighs outward to welcome his thrusting. “Oh, sir, what is happening to me? I feel so...so...OHMYGAWD! What’s...what’s? UH! Something’s happening inside my...AUGNH! It feels...UNGH!”

  Her hips convulsed, every muscle clamping down, her leg and back muscles thrusting her hips upward against Vartan. His pistoning movement accelerated, racing to catch up with Faun’s unexpectedly early orgasm. She rolled her head from side to side, her flame-colored hair splayed out on the satin pillow.

  “SIR! SIR! Your...your THING! It’s making me...AUGH! UH! UN-N-NGH! Uh, Uh, UH!” She bucked and twisted, straining to grind her pussy tighter against his cock.

  Baron Vartan flung his head back, his mouth gaping, bellowing the joy of his spewing cock deflowering his feminine prey. He thrust and roared, his convulsing manhood straining to force in deeper, greedy for every sensuous caress of her pussy to prolong its spurting flow. He gritted his teeth, willing the last drop of cum to squeeze from the tingling tip of his cock. Then he collapsed on top of her. Their duet of gasping breaths gradually slowed, until they were sighing, gently moving their bodies against each other in a whole-body caress.

  After they had spent many minutes sighing and kissing each other’s lips, face, and shoulders, Vartan reached over to the bedside table. “I have something special for us to celebrate your first fuck, and quench our thirst.” He popped the cork from a bottle of champagne and poured two glasses. “Here my child. Drink and be happy.” He held the glass to her lips.

  “M-m-m-m, this tastes delicious. My parents never let me have anything so good at home.”

  “Never let you get fucked, either, did they?”

  “Nope!” Faun grinned. “That was delicious, too.”

  They finished their champagne, and Vartan reached for the bottle to pour another drink for them.

  “No, wait,” Faun said. “Not right now,” she smiled at his still-erect cock, “please, sir, put that inside me again.”

  “But don’t you want...”

  “Please?” There was a pleading look in her eyes. She tugged at her chains, demonstrating her helplessness. “I can’t stop you from fucking me again, sir. It would be a shame if you didn’t take advantage of me while I’m in this dilemma.”

  Chapter Nine

  Dread In Darklair

  “Karel, one of our horses is missing.”

  “Are you sure, Stasio? Could it have just pulled loose from its tether and wandered off?”

  “I checked that. The tether wasn’t broken, and the hoof prints lead off toward Moorland L
ane at a gallop. Someone rode away on it.”

  Karel frowned. “Which horse was it?”

  “Zoya, the copper bay mare from Milos’ wagon.”

  “Let’s go check.” The two ran to Milos’ wagon and Karel pounded on the door.

  After a moment it opened, and Milos stuck his head out, yawning and rubbing his eyes.

  “You slept late,” Stasio said. “It’s after nine o’clock.”

  Milos scowled. “Hedy kept me awake half the night, cursing me and complaining about how she’s mistreated by all of us.”

  “Where is she now?” Karel asked.

  “She’s not cooking breakfast with the other women?”

  “Breakfast was two hours ago. She’s gone, and so is your horse, Zoya.”

  “Gone? Where?”

  “The hoof prints lead west toward Moorland Lane a hundred yards from here. Then they turn south heading for Blackthorne House.”

  “Hedy’s not in our wagon. She must have taken the horse.”

  “Damn!” Karel spat into the grass. “That woman is going to make trouble for us if she talks to Sir Richard. Stasio, you ride like the wind and see if you can catch her.”

  “What are you going to do?” Milos asked.

  “You and I are going to visit Inspector Gall at his office in Lympwick. I’m going to put a stop to Hedy’s trouble making today. I’m going to get the Inspector to issue and order her deported back to Voldavia.” He glanced back at Stasio. “Well, what are you waiting for? Get going!”

  The three men saddled their horses and galloped off, their gypsy women watching.

  “Hedy’s in big trouble now,” Sonja said.

  “I bet Milos’ wagon will be lonely for him from now on,” Varina replied. “I think I’ll get in his wagon and wait for him.”

  “I think you will get in his bed and wait for him,” Sonja said. The other women made no attempt to hide their grins.

  ***

  Sir Richard is not at home, Madam.” Selby, the butler, looked down at the fuming Hedy, a slight gleam of annoyance flickering in his eyes.