by Leo Barton
Anna feels terribly aroused when she feels Hyde-Lee's finger push down on her anus. She gasps again. She feels like she is entering a new world, a world of sexual pleasures that she had not even imagined. It is a dangerous world but the fact that it is dangerous only adds to her excitement. To Anna, Hyde-Lee is so young, and to be at the mercy of such a young man enthrals her.
Hyde-Lee stands for a long time just admiring Anna, looking at her bound to the bed. He knows he can do anything he wants to her, and that that probably goes for the other girls too. He knows that soon Anna will start to feel some discomfort and the thought excites him tremendously.
Anna lies there waiting for Hyde-Lee to do something, knowing instinctively that she is not permitted to speak to him.
And then the final touch. He picks up her panties from where they have fallen on the floor, and as he caresses the back of her neck places them inside her mouth. He goes to a wardrobe to retrieve some tape and places it over her panties and then around her neck.
'I'll be back,' he says as he closes the door behind him.
'Mr Willingham, would you be kind enough to bring the wine into my study here, where my friend is reading my work.'
Of course Willingham knows there is no study and that Hyde-Lee has done something, but the young man is so deeply shocked by what he says. The beautiful woman who just moments ago was chatting gaily in the living room is now fastened to the bed with her own stockings and her very own panties are gagging her mouth. He cannot but feel awe for his brother.
Hyde-Lee returns to the room where Yvette and Jenny are still sitting in silence, his mind still on the bound woman in his bedroom. He looks at the two beautiful girls, Jenny in her pretty floral dress, Yvette in her pleated navy-blue skirt.
'Yvette, would you come with me now? There's something here that I think you might find very exciting.' He speaks but there is so much laughter in his voice, even kindness, and the girl is in his house and something inside her tells her that it would be impolite and discourteous not to assent to Hyde-Lee.
Yvette submissively follows him into the bathroom, shocked at first to find herself there. Hyde-Lee puts his arms around her waist and begins kissing her passionately. Yvette is an experienced kisser. Nor does she seem particularly upset when Hyde-Lee's hand reaches under the pleated skirt, strokes the top of her stockings and then tugs the gusset of her panties aside and plunges a finger inside her moist cunt.
Yvette likes making love. She always has a couple of boyfriends on the go at any time, but none of them have been as forward as this. Her cunny muscles clench as hard as they can over Hyde-Lee's finger.
He withdraws from her and pulls down her panties roughly. As she steps out of them Hyde-Lee undoes her blouse, unhooks her peach-coloured brassiere, and nibbles on her breasts. Yvette is holding his head as he feasts on first one breast and then the other.
Again there is the temptation just to fuck her, especially when he removes his trousers and feels the strength of his erection.
Yvette begins removing all her clothes, inspired by the size of Hyde-Lee's young erection. Hyde-Lee too removes all his clothes, turns on the shower and climbs in. Yvette joins him. He soaks her body, caresses her, massages her, running his hands over her breasts, her bottom, stroking her moistened labial lips. He cannot resist, if just for one moment, pulling the girl down by her neck and pushing her mouth onto his hard cock.
Yvette has only ever done this once before, but she enjoyed the experience. It seems so naughty, so wonderfully decadent. She takes Hyde-Lee's cock between her lips and starts to suck on him. When she did this before, however, nobody had held her so roughly.
Hyde-Lee looks down as the golden-haired girl sucks him, but then he stares at the shower above, not the jet of water that gushes onto both their bodies, but the steel rod from where the water comes. He has already calculated that it is strong enough to take the weight of her body.
He pulls the girl up from him, turns her around and pushes her breasts against the hard stone wall and plunges his cock into her quim. Yvette gasps at the insertion.
He thinks of the other two women. Nervous Jenny, if she hasn't run away, still gulping on her wine, and Anna gagged and tethered to the four posts of his bed.
He rides Yvette steadily. She contracts on him, squeezing his cock hard. He knows he has to act soon or else he might come inside her and that would spoil everything.
As he continues fucking her, he takes his belt which he has conveniently removed from his trousers and placed at a reachable distance.
Yvette has no idea what he is doing when he raises her arms in the air, but anything that he does seems to be okay with her. She has never been so expertly fucked in her life, and she senses that for the first time in her life she might have an orgasm, as something is stirring wildly in her sex, spreading up to her stomach.
Suddenly she is fastened by the wrists tightly. She feels the constriction of leather, then Hyde-Lee withdraws his huge pulsating cock and levers the girl up and fastens her above to the steel rod.
Yvette cannot understand why he has stopped fucking her and now placed her in such a position. She has not felt the pull of the leather too much because Hyde-Lee is still supporting her.
He moves down her body, splays her legs, and begins licking her pussy lips.
Yvette instinctively feels that everything will be all right with Hyde-Lee. He seems so masterful, so dominant, so when he asks her to trust him, she has few hesitations.
'You mustn't make a sound.' Slowly he lets her body fall so that she is dangling from the steel rod. Yvette is as good as her word, only emitting a slight wince as the leather begins to dig into her.
'Here, this will help you,' Hyde-Lee lies, placing her panties in her mouth as he had done with Anna, but with Yvette, he uses her stocking to fasten the gag in place.
As Hyde-Lee dries himself then puts on his clothes, he watches Yvette's body suspended from the steel rod.
'Don't worry, darling, I won't be long.' He is anxious to see if Jenny is still there.
He finds Willingham downstairs refilling Jenny's glass. He nods at him, raising his eyes to the upstairs room. Willingham goes to view the scene. Again, he is amazed to find the beautiful girl hanging from the shower, her beautiful buttocks swaying before him, the wide eyes staring at him in her fear.
To Hyde-Lee's relief he finds Jenny a little tipsy in the living room. He sits beside her on the sofa.
Jenny smiles at him nervously. 'I heard a noise.'
'It was nothing, just me having a little fun with the girls.'
'Where are they?'
He could see how nervous she was. 'We can go to see them in a minute. Do you like sex, Jenny?'
'Yes, I think so.'
'You know why you are here, don't you?' Hyde-Lee stares at her full ripe chest pushing out the floral printed dress.
'Yes.'
'You agreed to come?'
'Yes, I did.'
'Why did you do that, Jenny?'
'I thought I might enjoy having sex with you.' She stumbled over the word 'sex'. 'You are very handsome.'
'Jenny, will you do something for me?'
'Yes, what's that?'
'Will you kneel on the sofa for me?'
She looks at Hyde-Lee for a moment, bewildered by the request. She is not so sure why he wants her to do this. She knows that if she had been totally sober she probably would not have agreed.
'Okay.'
Hyde-Lee admires her body for a moment as Jenny kneels before him.
'Don't worry, Jenny, I will take care of you. You do know that?'
'Of course, silly,' Jenny says, giggling a little.
It all happens so quickly that Jenny barely has time to protest. Hyde-Lee pushes his hands up her dress, yanks down her white cotton panties until they rest at her knees, buries his tongue between her buttocks and starts to nibble her tiny anus, while threading his hand between her legs and massaging her cunt.
Initially Jenny is shocked
, but then the sensation feels so pleasant, having a tongue lick her there and at the same time to have a man's hand stroke her pussy.
Hyde-Lee pulls his head from between her buttocks. 'You do like my tongue licking you like that, don't you?'
'Oh yes.'
'Would you like my cock up there now?'
Even before Jenny has had time to think about it, Hyde-Lee has unzipped himself and is now pushing his cock into the taut surround of Jenny's bottom. He continues to manipulate her sex, running two fingers down her labial lips.
'Oh Jenny, there are so many things I would like you to do.'
Jenny is shocked by the pain, but then the surprise of how sexy it makes her feel to have such a hard cock pushed up all the way inside her. Never in her life has she imagined such a thing. She is naive. She knows that Hyde-Lee is from England, so she assumes this is something that Englishmen do all the time to their wives.
Hyde-Lee rides her for a while.
'Jenny, I'm going to take my cock out of you now...'
'Mmm...'
'And you are going to take it in your mouth.' He withdraws from her slowly so as not to hurt her too much, then pulls her head down onto his throbbing cock. 'Lick all the way down, and then take it in your mouth.'
Jenny laughs at the proposition but does what Hyde-Lee has asked of her. He watches as her tongue rolls down his stiff cock before she sucks it into her delicious mouth.
As she continues to suck on his cock, Hyde-Lee pulls her dress from her then unhooks her brassiere so her voluptuous breasts spill before him. He pulls her panties from her legs, so that eventually Jenny is completely naked. She is sucking on him hard and seemingly with some pleasure.
'I want to do something else now.'
Jenny looks up at him with her big brown eyes. The girl is so submissive. 'Anything.'
'Stay here for a moment.'
Hyde-Lee goes into his bedroom where Anna is still lying in the same position. She looks at him, her eyes pleading for him to release her, some muffled noise comes from behind the gag of her panties.
'I'll be back soon.'
Hyde-Lee takes the cord from his bathrobe and then returns to where Jenny sits naked on the sofa, her fingers trailing along the ridge of her pussy lips. She looks slightly embarrassed to be caught in the act of masturbation.
'Come here, Jenny. I'm going to tie you up. You would like to be tied up, wouldn't you?'
Jenny looks at him suspiciously. 'I don't know.'
'Well, you've liked everything else I have done with you so far, haven't you?'
'Yes.'
'Well?'
'Okay then.' She proffers her wrists in front of him.
He fastens the cord around them and then leads her towards the lattice window.
'You'll have a nice view, won't you?' Hyde-Lee says as he fastens the cord to a hook just under the window. 'Oh, and another thing,' Hyde-Lee says as he goes to fetch her panties. He has had the hindsight to bring the tape with him. 'Open your mouth.' Jenny passively obeys as Hyde-Lee pushes in her panties, then fastens the tape around her neck. All he can see of Jenny is the pretty forehead and her beautiful brown eyes staring up to him.
Willingham has been listening next door and when he enters, he is delighted at the sight he sees. He has always been impressed by his brother, the strength of his intelligence, his sharp wit, and his way with women, but this surpasses everything...
Willingham remembered the occasion with both fondness and sadness, as he sat in his room gazing at the blanked out screen, having just witnessed the pale imitation of the man he remembered with Lillian.
He remembered what happened next. How his brother had given each girl ten lashes of his belt. How each woman had writhed against each of the blows, and how right Hyde-Lee had been when he told his brother that all of them secretly enjoyed it.
They had both done everything with those girls. He himself had spanked Jenny with his own slipper. How his cock had bulged into her stomach as she shrieked and squirmed and writhed below him.
And then even more delightfully how Hyde-Lee, with their submissive consent, had fastened them all naked to the bed by their ankles, and the two men had taken every possible pleasure that they could.
Willingham, who had made love but a handful of times before, had not enjoyed the pleasure of anal love. What a pleasure it had been to lubricate all three girls, squirming his fingers deep inside them, listening to the cooing noises they made and then the pained squeals as to their intense shock, and pleasure, he sank his youthful manhood into them. He really hadn't known before how many things it was possibly to do with women, how submissive they could be.
It had of course changed his life. And how strange to think of it now that he was the one who had become the one who gave Hyde-Lee the orders, but Hyde-Lee really had been his mentor, had taught him everything. It was through Hyde-Lee's instinct that he developed his own for telling when a girl would be willingly submissive and when she wasn't.
It also seemed to him now that Hyde-Lee in his old age and illness had lost the knack of such divination, for watching Lillian, Willingham was sure that she was a classic submissive, even if she hadn't quite realised it. She would nearly be ready. There was just the business of the police inspector to sort out. There had been that telephone call in the morning. He was coming again. It was a gamble, but Everton had done a little research and they were in luck. With money and a little entertainment offered by Lillian he was sure that he could win him over. And it would be a great lesson for her too, showing her that really there was no escape from his clutches.
10: Inspector Grimaldi Pays a Visit
Grimaldi was ushered into Willingham's private study.
'Please sit down, sir. You were interested to know about this English girl?'
'Yes, sir.' Grimaldi was a big, hirsute, swarthy man with broad shoulders and a thick chest.
'Well, I think we can help you.'
'Really?'
'Yes, she's here upstairs, unharmed and perfectly content.'
'Well that is excellent news, Lord Willingham,' Grimaldi said in his native Italian.
'I'm also sure that you would like to see her.'
'Just to see that she is all right and that no harm has come to her. Do you mind if I ring my office. We have twenty men working on this case and we can't afford the manpower.'
'Well, maybe you should see her first, and then you could ring.'
'That's fine, sir.' Grimaldi went to stand up.
'But there are a couple of things that need sorting out first.'
'What things are those?'
'Let's say that we need to understand each other perfectly well, and maybe there are some basic mutual beneficial arrangements that we might come to.'
'I see.'
'You will, sir. The girl is in a special kind of training so she is staying with us in a rather unorthodox manner. A quite agreeable manner for us, and I think it could be quite agreeable for you too.' Willingham gazed at the inspector. Yes, there was something quite greedy about the eyes. He already knew Grimaldi had a certain penchant for this kind of thing and maybe with a few thousand pounds thrown in, Willingham could foresee that he would have no great problem.
Willingham rang a bell and Everton appeared.
'If you could go and fetch Miss Simpson now, so that the inspector can see she is being treated in the correct manner...
After Lillian's shameful treatment at the hands of Hyde-Lee, she had been hooded again and left in her darkness. She knew now that he wasn't going to help her, that her only hope of being rescued came from outside and not inside the house. She assumed that this was precisely the lesson Willingham and Hyde-Lee had wanted to teach her. And equally as bad was the fact that she was hooded again and didn't know when she would be released from the oppressive dark. Perhaps she was to be kept like this for always.
The usual routine had continued as well. Everton had bathed her the next morning and as always, she had been made to pleasure him wit
h her tongue and her mouth. And here he was again dragging her along the passage that led to Willingham's study, where she was inevitably going to be beaten again.
The inspector gasped when he saw the stunning English girl being led into Lord Willingham's private study on a lead, wearing only a studded collar and a hood.
'Well, inspector, as you can see the girl is in perfect shape. We are treating her well, and if you look closely at her body you can see that no harm has come to her. Of course, I understand that you will need to carry out the most detailed and intimate inspections to be absolutely sure.'
The inspector could not believe the conversation that was taking place, nor the amount of sangfroid Lord Willingham had in carrying it out. He could not take his eyes off the stunning beauty of the abject girl's body, her beautiful plump breasts, the thick nipples, the curve of her hips, the narrow waist, her hairless mound.
She was kneeling beside the desk that separated the two men. Everton had placed the lead in Willingham's hand and exited the room.
'But sir, can I ask what plans you have for the girl?'
'I thought you might be a little preoccupied by that. You needn't worry, nothing untoward will happen to her. I can assure you, she is almost ready. We don't need to make a fuss about it now, but I can guarantee within a week, maybe two, she will appear at your police station and give you a full report of her activities. She has been here all the time, but for the sake of decorum, she may need to fabricate a little story. Say a trip to Africa or some such. She will be very apologetic, I can assure you, for all the bother she has caused, but I am sure you wouldn't want to press charges for her wasting police time.'
'But how can you be sure?'
'Sir, I will stake my reputation on it. I have never been wrong before about such things. Inspector, I know that we don't know each other well, and you are not sure with what type of man you are dealing, but I would not have introduced Lillian to you unless I was totally confident in my abilities of fully training the girl both in spirit and body.'
'I see,' mused the inspector, hardly able to draw his eyes away from the English girl.