Deceived and Enslaved

by Leo Barton

  Everton brought the belt down again.

  'Ow!'

  'Do you understand what I am saying, miss?'

  'Yes,' Lillian conceded knowing that at that precise moment she had no alternative but to follow the muscular Everton's instructions.

  Again he brought the belt down over her flushed skin. 'Oh, and another thing, miss. We have to start as we mean to go on. From now on, you call me "sir".'

  'What?' Lillian couldn't believe it. Why on earth should she have to call this stupid servant sir?

  He lashed her again, much harder than he had done before, the belt catching her on the top of her thighs.

  'Sir, do you understand?'

  'Yes... sir!' It was involuntary. The pain seared her skin. She would call him 'sir' because there was no alternative, because she did not want him to hit her again.

  'A little louder, miss.'

  'Ow!' This time the belt landed on her buckle-end overlaying the weals that she imagined Everton had already placed on her.

  'Please, miss.'

  'Yes, sir.'

  'Now I am going to let you get up. If you try to escape I shall beat you again, only this time I will beat you much harder. Now you aren't going to try to escape, are you?'

  Lillian felt the belt being raised again. 'No, no... sir.'

  Everton rolled her body over on the mattress, and went and stood by the door. Lillian automatically pulled up her panties and then curled her body up into a foetus position, her knees pressing against her chest.

  'Now we have to get you ready for Lord Willingham.'

  Lillian was barely listening to the brutal man.

  'Stand up and take off your clothes, miss.'

  Lillian did not move.

  'If you do not do precisely what I say then it's going to be the belt again.'

  Lillian's body felt so terribly weary, so heavy. She knew, though, that she had to do exactly what she was told. She pulled the cotton top over her head revealing her white lace bra. Everton's eyes peered at her. She unhooked her bra and her breasts were naked before him. She removed her court shoes and then the light-coloured stockings and finally again pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. She was completely naked before him.

  'What is... Lord Willingham... going to do to me?' she asked, her voice shaky and moist.

  'You are not allowed to ask questions, miss, never. And you forgot to call me "sir".'

  Lillian's eyes fell to the floor.

  Everton walked up to her, so close she could smell his aftershave. He turned her around, slid his fingers down to the small of her back, and then turned her back around. He gently cupped her breasts in his hands. Lillian's eyes remained downward. Naked, she felt so terribly vulnerable next to this powerful and fully dressed man.

  'I think you will please Lord Willingham very much.'

  She could not think of future ordeals, her present one was bad enough.

  'Now touch your toes.'

  It was as if Lillian's mind was unable to process the request.

  'Touch your toes or else it's the belt, miss!'

  'You're being ridiculous, this whole situation is ridiculous!' Lillian was falling into a wild frenzy, screaming furiously at Everton, indignant at what had happened to her, indignant that Everton, with the fear of the belt, had already made her remove her clothes.

  Everton in a cold fury himself pushed Lillian back onto the bed and lashed out at her with his belt, catching her first over her middle and then across her breasts. Effortlessly he lifted her legs high and lashed her over her already smarting bottom.

  'Ow! Ow! Ow!' Lillian screamed with each stroke of the belt.

  Everton let her be for a moment. 'Now are you going to do what I say or not?' and then for good measure he lashed her again.

  Lillian lay whining and sobbing on the bed.

  Everton repeated his question.

  Slowly Lillian got to her feet.

  'Now touch your toes!'

  This time Lillian obeyed. She stretched the tips of her fingers down to her feet.

  God, what was he doing? Everton was behind her, crouching down, inspecting her between the legs, looking at her most intimate place. She felt his fingertips gliding along her sex and then along the cleft of her bottom.

  She began to get up.

  'No, stay there until I tell you.'

  Everton sat on the chair next to the door and looked at the bent over naked woman in front of him. She certainly made a very alluring sight to him, the full red bottom thrust out, her legs slightly splayed, the fringe of her wispy pubic hair below. He suspected Willingham would want to get rid of that before too long.

  'Now stand up straight!'

  Lillian was relieved not to have to touch her toes any more. It was so terribly embarrassing and the blood had also rushed to her head.

  'Now hands behind your back.' Lillian couldn't help it. She began to sob again, her chest heaving in her misery. More so when she heard Everton fasten her hands into cuffs. She was completely helpless now.

  'Don't move until I tell you.'

  She stood sobbing, her whole body shaking. Her distress seemed to arouse Everton even more. He went back to the chair and watched her.

  'Now face me and get down on your knees!'

  Lillian complied. It was another pose that excited Everton, Lillian kneeling before him, her full breasts heaving, the slim waist, her beautiful face contorted in pain and humiliation, the splay of her wispy pubic hair.

  He unzipped himself, then pulled down his slacks and pants together. His cock seemed enormous to Lillian.

  'Now, miss, we are going to have some fun, call it a starter if you like before the main course.'

  Lillian gazed at Everton and momentarily thought about rushing for the door, but how futile it was! She was completely naked, she was handcuffed, and even if she did manage to get passed the formidable Everton, she doubted that Willingham wouldn't be waiting for her somewhere.

  'Now come here.'

  She could see that Everton had stroked himself to erection. She guessed what was expected of her. She went to stand up.

  'On your knees, miss, on your knees.'

  It was terrible. He was doing this only to make her feel as totally humiliated as he could. It was tantamount to her submission to him.

  She did it slowly, gliding one knee along the parquet floor then shuffling towards him. He opened his legs enough to let her position herself between them. Her eyes were still downcast. He rubbed his slicked helmet across her cheeks, and then pulled her hard by the hair.

  'And no tricks, miss, you would regret it. You had better be good at this, miss, or else there will be trouble, serious trouble.' He was still holding on to her hair, Lillian's face twisting in the pain she felt, but she did not make a noise.

  'Now lick me.'

  She placed the tip of her tongue on Everton's bulbous helmet, barely touching it, disgusted at the idea.

  'A little more enthusiasm please,' Everton said, tugging on her hair.

  Her tongue flattened on his long shaft.

  'That's right, miss, all the way down. Yes there too,' Everton said, plumping his heavy testicles in her face. 'Now open wide.'

  Lillian automatically opened her mouth and Everton fed his thick cock inside her.

  'Now, miss, I'm going to fuck your mouth.'

  She was not even going to be allowed to give him a blowjob. She felt the handcuffs restraining her. He was going to use her mouth to masturbate in. He propelled her head backwards and forwards until she could feel the tip of his helmet pressing against the back of her throat. She found it difficult to breathe like that, as his cock thrust deeper and deeper inside her. Her eyes filled with tears that slid down her face and dropped onto his already well-lubricated tool.

  It seemed to go on forever, Everton pulling her head harder and harder onto him, until at last she felt the throb and twitch of his member and then he shot his seed deep inside her.

  'Now swallow every drop, miss. If you do
n't I'll beat you.'

  Again more humiliation! He was going to make her swallow every drop of him.

  'Now go to the bed and face towards it.'

  She knew instinctively that she had to cross the floor again on her knees. Her head drooped onto the bed.

  'Kneel straight, please.'

  She heard him zip himself up and then a moment later lift her onto the bed. He reached behind her and unlocked her handcuffs. That at least was a relief. He turned her so that she lay on her back and then handcuffed her wrists to the bedpost. Her eyes stayed on him the whole time but she did not dare speak to him. He then took her legs and fastened them to the bedposts at the bottom of the bed. She felt more exposed before him now than she had done before.

  He fastened the gag onto her, and then the blindfold. She felt his finger tracing along her sex, casually, stroking her as one might a cat or a dog. He laughed sinisterly.

  'You know you are ours now, and that we can do whatever we want with you,' and then he closed the door behind him.

  She closed her eyes and stared into the darkness of her mind. Everton was right, he was totally right. They could do whatever they wanted to her. She could still taste his seed on her lips. He was right. She was theirs, theirs to toy with for however long they wanted to, forever, if they wished, forever she would be their sexual prisoner.

  Part Two

  Enslaved

  1: Cleaned and Shaved

  No, Lillian could not believe how this could have happened to her when only a few days ago she had been a free woman, excited at the prospect of writing her biography of the supposedly kind and humane Hyde-Lee.

  She drifted back off to sleep. There was that dream again, more torture, the figure of Willingham playing with her, spreading her bottom cheeks apart, asking her if she wanted to be hurt, and then the desire to scream 'no', but the word 'yes' emanating from her mouth.

  She awoke again, not knowing whether it was hours or minutes later. Somebody was spreading her legs, soothing her burning skin, cleaning her body totally with some cream that smelled vaguely of coconut. The sensation was not unpleasant. She was aware of female hands. Sonia's hands? She tried to cry out from her gag for Sonia to release her, but no noise came from there. Sonia's hands glided along her body, cleaning her, between her legs, stroking her...

  As Sonia cleaned Lillian's body Willingham looked on. The razor and the bowl of water rested on the bedside table. Willingham was there just to make sure that Sonia followed his instructions to the letter, even though he suspected she would have done anyway, having had such a beating from him and then having to spend the whole night chained up in the cellar, and most of the rest of the day as well. He had only let her out half an hour before.

  Sonia gazed down at Lillian and felt terribly sorry for her. Even though she had suffered so much at the hands of Willingham she was used to it, and the deep submissive side to her had come to accept the punishment, but not Lillian. Sonia knew that the more Lillian fought against Willingham's authority the more she would be made to suffer.

  Her body was beautiful too, Sonia thought as she soaked and sponged her voluptuous breasts. How much she had enjoyed lapping at them with her tongue and suckling on them as if she was a child.

  Sonia reached the sponge between her legs, then lifted her body a little to first sponge her buttocks, and then oil them with the special preparation that Hyde-Lee had developed since his time in the Far East. There were no marks anyway. Everton was an expert with the belt, knowing how to inflict maximum pain but leave not a trace of a mark.

  Sonia could feel herself becoming moist as she continued to smooth oil into Lillian's bottom cheeks. She could also see that Lillian, for all that she was constricted, was a little excited too, her sex lips glistening.

  As if Willingham noticed, he silently pressed the razor into the maid's hand...

  There was another sensation now. Lillian could feel a rougher male hand on her, rubbing some kind of lather into her pubic hair. Surely they weren't going to shave her? Yes, she could feel and hear the scraping of a blade across her skin. She felt herself beginning to cry again. She remembered the other night when she had seduced or been seduced by Sonia, the surprise of finding her bare. She had assumed that it was Sonia's choice and she had liked the touch of her skin as she flicked her tongue over her mound before delving between her legs.

  It all seemed so long ago now, when she had been free to choose her sexual partners, even free to decide to submit to somebody's will, not like now when she must do whatever it was that Willingham and Everton decided.

  She could feel herself being washed down, and then the cool air from the breeze coming in from the window on her now hairless mound.

  2: Lord Willingham Takes His Pleasure

  When she woke up again there were people present. She could hear their breathing. There were three separate human odours, two were soapy and male, another was perfumed. It was the maid, Sonia again. She recognised the fresh smell of violets she had noticed when she had been shaved.

  They must be standing over her. The perfume seemed to be emanating from her right side. The left must be where the two men were standing, their breathing was deeper, a slight wheeze that she recognised as coming from Willingham.

  Yes, it was Willingham.

  'She's ready. She's perfect, look at her. Look at those beautiful full breasts. And what nipples she has. Look how erect they are. And that glorious flat stomach,' Willingham said. 'My dear, you really are quite beautiful. Just like an angel.'

  She flicked her head from side to side.

  'You know you don't want to struggle, that there is no purpose to it. You know that you want us to enjoy your body. It's obvious.'

  She felt a gloved hand glide down over the flat of her stomach, pass over her hairless mound, then lower down to the parted labial lips. The finger glided down over her.

  'My dear, you are so wet.'

  She was terrified. This is what Everton and later Sonia had prepared her for. She was objectified under their collective gaze, a toy, a thing of pleasure. What would they do to her?

  'You see, my dear, I am a connoisseur of this kind of thing. I can tell how excited it makes you. If you don't, Lillian, my dear, just tell us, just say.'

  How could she? How could she express anything with a gag across her mouth and tethered hopelessly to the bed? She moaned through the gag.

  'Just say, my dear. I'm giving you a chance. Just say you want us to untie and leave you and we will go and never touch you again.'

  It was Willingham's idea of a joke, a very cruel one Lillian thought.

  'Very well, my dear. Everton, Sonia, it's time.'

  She felt two mouths on her, starting at the base of her neck, lips sweeping down the swell of her breasts, a delicate sensation. No pain, only pleasure. The warm lips, and then two tongues, Sonia on one breast, the lips fuller, the tongue smaller, but furling around the rubbery tips of her breasts, moistening them, increasing the pleasure by flicking on the same spot, over and over again, as she had done the other night when they made love to each other. Everton on the other side, licking her in exactly the same way, his tongue longer, the tip thicker. She could feel her nipples extending under their touch. No other part of her body was touched, only her nipples, but there was the growing anticipation that every part of her was about to be explored.

  'Oh, my dear, they are good aren't they? Experts at this kind of thing. Such a sensual girl as yourself could not resist two mouths on you like that.'

  The feeling in her breasts spoke of warmth and tenderness, but the voice grated.

  Sonia's lips were now tracing lightly the contours of her intimate flesh, brushing so deftly along the already moist ridge of her sex. Everton had moved position so that he was now exploring the tender flesh of her inner thighs, but her mind was concentrated on Sonia, her gloved hand now bunching up her lips between her fingers, her tongue flicking her in long, rhythmic strokes. It was enough to make her want to come. It was shameful
given her present circumstances. She understood again what they were doing. How, by making her desirous, they were again trying to further humiliate her. However, the burning heat of her sex was increasing in its intensity, spreading through her body like fire.

  'Stop,' Willingham commanded his cohorts.

  'Sonia and Everton removed their mouths from her body as Lillian's desire to orgasm was thwarted.

  'We can't have the girl too excited too soon.'

  The room returned to its previous stillness and the only sensation Lillian felt behind the deep itching of her sex and the still throbbing ache of her nipples, was the sensation of being controlled, of being totally in the power of others. All spontaneity from her position was not to be allowed. She would climax, if at all, not when she wanted to, but when they allowed her to.

  She felt Willingham's fingers touching her, pushing against the opening of her vulva.

  'You see, my dear, I told you that you'd enjoy this. You can't fool somebody like me. I told you, I am an expert.'

  Where before she had felt the dark surge of orgasmic desire suffuse to a lustful itch, now she felt a sharp sting of pain as something fine and metallic was attached to her labial lips. It pinched her so hard that the pain seared through her sex, making her body jolt upright. It wouldn't have been so bad if she could have screamed or thrashed her body against the pain, but she could barely move. Some kind of small metal clamp had been attached to her labial lips making them pulse with a sharp incisive pain.

  Another clamp was placed on the opposite labial lip. Again her body felt prey to an involuntary spasm as its force pierced through the soft, velvet fold of labial flesh. The pressure so intense she clenched her eyes and gritted her teeth.

  'My dear, isn't it delightful,' Willingham said, the same demonic chuckle laughing in the face of her distress. Two more clamps were simultaneously placed in a similar position.

  Again there was that feeling that the pain would overwhelm her, but she could feel her mind steadying over it, knowing that she could bear it, knowing that part of her was savouring it, clinging on to it, because she had to face it. It was only by confronting it that it shrank from its immensity, became manageable.