Duchess, Bound

by Kane, Lacey

  With a resigned sigh, Montfort put Jocelyn’s leg back to the floor and stood. “I suppose there will be plenty more of that to come. Where should we start?”

  That would depend on the maids’ crimes, though. Gabriel turned to the footman who was busy strapping Mariah down with her cunt and arse exposed. “What have Mariah and Gwen done to earn punishments, Erroll?”

  “Mariah only sewed half her requirement of gowns yesterday, Your Grace.” He pulled one of her legs taut and strapped it tightly in place while North did the same with the other, leaving her spread wide and unable to move a single muscle.

  Her lack of production was likely due to the fact that she’d been repeatedly interrupted by cocks being shoved into her pert body, but that couldn’t serve as an excuse for neglecting her duties. Gabriel had seen her sewing while being fucked. She’d sewed under considerable duress on multiple occasions.

  He turned to North. “Choose your favorite weapon from this array, and use it upon Mariah for a hundred strokes. If you’re pleased with her acceptance of your punishment, you may then choose what to do with her. If not, select another weapon and deliver another hundred strokes.”

  Then he faced Erroll, who had moved on to situating Gwen in the cage, with Montfort’s help. It was made of finely wrought, thin steel bars, shaped in a manner that forced her onto her hands and knees. When Montfort placed the top section over her, it left her head stretched up high, her arse and pussy wide open, and her back severely arched—and left plenty of access to each of her holes and her tits.

  “And Gwen’s misdeed?” he asked.

  “She’s been giving Rebecca a soothing salve for her wounds ever since the caning. North caught her at it, and she confessed.”

  Rebecca had already been receiving a healing salve. The maids knew better than to assist one another in relieving any of the pain they’d earned in their punishments. That was one of the first lessons he and his men taught them upon their employment at Blackthorne Manor.

  The longer Gwen remained in her current confinement, the more her position would cause pain. Not only that, but she was not overly fond of being fucked without having her cunt licked. She found it difficult to release without that added stimulant. And if the men thumping her weren’t inclined to offer her such release anyway…

  “Spread the word to the men, Erroll. Gwen will remain as she is until supper. They may use her at will, so long as she’s not brought to climax.”

  “Consider it done, Your Grace.”

  Gabriel noted that, before leaving to inform the other footmen of their good fortune, Erroll decided to avail himself of Gwen’s predicament. The footman had his prick free and had it thrust deep inside the young scullery maid before she could blink.

  It seemed North had selected a riding crop to use upon Mariah. An excellent choice, as it would redden her skin uncomfortably, but shouldn’t leave lasting marks. Already, she was grunting from the blows, and North had hardly gotten started.

  Gabriel then returned his attention to Jocelyn, who was still shuddering from Montfort’s earlier attentions. “You are in for quite the treat today, pet.”

  Her eyes widened with trepidation, as he’d intended.

  He took her over to two of the new posts, which had been situated very close together. Reaching up, he took the chain hanging from the first one and attached the cuff to Jocelyn’s wrist, while Montfort repeated the process with the other chain and wrist. As one, they pulled on the chains. They lifted his pet from her feet, and she was left hanging by her outstretched arms. He and Montfort soundlessly anchored her chains against the posts, leaving her with both arms up above her head, spread wide.

  Then they pulled out the similar chains attached to the bases of the posts, attached them to her ankles, and tightened them until she hung in the air in the shape of an X.

  Jocelyn’s eyes followed Gabriel then, to see what he would do next. He selected one of the mounted dildos—a rather large one—and adjusted the height of it before slipping it up inside her quim. It was almost an inch wider than he was, and a few inches longer, so it stretched her obscenely. Her tears began anew when he only had halfway within her womb.

  She tried to wiggle free, to shift herself away from it, but that only helped to ease it deeper faster than he’d intended. He looked down to watch what he was doing, and a bulge pressed against her abdomen from the inside. Gabriel pressed his free hand against the bulge, driving it against that special place sure to drive her ever closer to the biggest climax she’d ever experienced.

  Holding it at an angle, he fucked her with it, hard and fast and insistent. Her screams joined the chorus of his two maids, making a symphony of pain and pleasure.

  And then, when he felt the muscles beneath his fingers start to contract, he stopped his movements with a final hard thrust into her womb. He held the dildo there, fully embedded within her flesh, as he adjusted the base. Then he set the base upon the floor.

  As one, Gabriel and Montfort loosened the chains holding her wrists and lowered her slightly, a bit at a time, until her feet were almost to the floor and the dildo was as far inside her sweet furrow as it could go—even the base of it was covered by the lips of her pussy. With her arms spread wide as they were, she couldn’t really pull herself up off of it, no matter how much strength remained in her arms. Then they once again anchored the chains to the posts, and Gabriel returned to stand before his pet.

  He kissed her, treasuring the salty flavor of her tears that had fallen to her lips so much that he drew his tongue all over her face, collecting the nectar of her current pain and future pleasure. Then, smiling into her face, he said, “Montfort, would you please be so kind as to cover my pet with red marks? Nothing permanent, of course…”

  The words had hardly left Master’s mouth before Lord struck the side of Jocelyn’s breast with his bare hand—somehow knowing the precise spot she was most sensitive.

  She yelped in helpless agony, watching Master walk over to where Gwen was caged. He wouldn’t even stay to watch her torment, leaving her in the hands of this man she’d never met before. And he’d ordered her to obey.

  Not that this situation could truly be any different than the rest of her life. She’d rarely spent any time in Master’s company before he married her and whisked her off to his manor deep in the country where no one would discover his wicked debauchery. And then on her arrival, he’d simply taken control and commanded her to obey, to allow anyone he chose to do anything he wished to her, and Jocelyn was to have no voice in the matter.

  She shouldn’t be as terrified of Lord as she was—or at least no more so than the other men here at Blackthorne Manor. And yet she was.

  When Master pulled Gwen up by the hair through the holes in her cage and pressed his cock through her lips, Jocelyn couldn’t help but wish they could trade places, despite the fact that Erroll was simultaneously pounding into Gwen from behind.

  It had been more than two days since she’d had Master’s cock inside her in any way. Had she done something wrong? Was he upset with her? Why was he withholding himself from her? She’d had countless other things inside her body repeatedly, and a number of cocks inside her mouth at various points, but she’d been repeatedly denied the one thing she’d come to crave with an intensity that defied all reason.

  “Eyes on me, pet,” Lord growled at her, taking her chin in his hand and forcing her to return her gaze to him. “You will scream as you’ve never screamed before by the time I’ve finished with you.”

  When he released her chin, he slapped her hard on the cheek and then stepped back. Slowly, he undid each of the buttons on his coat and then removed it, revealing an odd belt that held any number of terrifying implements—floggers, paddles, switches, and more.

  He made a show of pointing the belt out to her, as though she could have possibly missed such a thing. “Where shall we begin, pet? Pick your punishment.”

  By now, Jocelyn realized that being offered a choice was rarely a good thing. She sw
allowed down the fresh wave of tears threatening to spill over. “The flogger, please.” At least she had been flogged before, countless times. She knew the pain to expect from such a thing.

  He inclined his head and pulled it free, then slid the handle down the side of her breast. “Ask me nicely.”

  “Please use the flogger on me, Lord.” This, too, was a game Jocelyn had begun to understand—though she didn’t always guess right on the first try as to what, specifically, they would want her to beg for.

  He continued to draw the handle over her flesh, letting the falls tickle her skin as they brushed over her. “Very nicely done, pet. And where, upon your body, would you like me to use the flogger?”

  Her breasts were still so achy and full from the tortures of the last few days, she didn’t think she could handle any added attention to them today. And with the monstrous dildo in her cunny… Best to avoid any strikes close to her sex today, if at all possible.

  “Please use the flogger on my back, Lord.” That should be a safe enough location for the tortures to begin, though still plenty painful.

  “Your wish is my command.” His tone was sickly sweet, cloying, as he moved behind her.

  She braced herself as best she could for the coming blows, but there was really nothing she could do to guard against the coming pain. But then his fingers stroked her bottom, gently, almost reverently. The sharp contrast from what she’d been expecting caused her to jump.

  The sudden movement was ill advised, as it pressed the hard dildo deeper somehow.

  Jocelyn moaned, and Lord laughed—cold and merciless and hard.

  Then the falls came down on her back, over and over again, harder than anyone had ever flogged her before. He never slowed. He never gentled. It was pain upon pain upon greater pain, covering every possible inch of her back, and still he kept swinging the flogger at her.

  The stinging sensation became more of a thud, and her back felt hot, as though it were aflame. But, despite the intensity of it, Jocelyn was not yet drawn to scream by the time he stopped.

  Vaguely, she watched across the room as Master left Gwen and her cage and moved to stand before Mariah on the wooden device. As he had with Gwen, he lifted her head by the hair and forced his gloriously hard cock into Mariah’s mouth—and Jocelyn couldn’t stop the whimper from coming from her throat at the sight.

  From behind, Lord touched her everywhere with his hands, rough and searching as he groped and tugged and pulled, forcing her attention back to him. He placed both hands over her sex, drawing her back harshly so that his hips ground into her bottom and she could feel the size and heat of his cock through his clothing. “Which punishment would you like next, pet?” he asked, as sweetly as ever even as he humped against her.

  Dazed and slightly panicked, Jocelyn searched her memory to remember what other weapons he had within his belt. Then she blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Please paddle me, Lord.”

  With one of the hands drawing back against her mound, he’d started to press down hard on her button with his fingers, driving her flesh back against the wooden dildo. “Certainly, pet. And where would you like me to paddle you?”

  Of course, she’d forgotten that part. With tears in her eyes, Jocelyn gasped for breath. “Please paddle my bottom, Lord.”

  “It will be my great pleasure to redden your sweet arse with my paddle.”

  But long moments passed in which he continued his current torture. His attentions upon her sex sent fresh moisture that way, and he spread it with his fingers up to coat her button, then her breasts. When he finally released her, she again braced herself for her paddling, but instead felt the dildo shifting within her. Lord had angled it, as Master had earlier, and was using the long handle to pump it furiously inside her.

  When the muscles in her womb started to clench, beginning what was sure to be a monstrous release that had been building for days, he stopped and settled the base on the floor again.

  Only then did the paddle strike her bum.

  As with the flogging, Lord never broke his rhythm, never slowed or gentled the strikes. If anything, he grew in strength the longer he swung at her. His paddle hurt far more than any that had been used on her before, and after only a few strikes she was crying out in pain.

  Each swing sent her chained body jerking forward, which tugged against her ankles and wrists and put more pressure upon her abused cunny.

  He didn’t limit himself to just her bum, either. When she was certain she could take no more, he started attacking the backs of her thighs. On and on he swung the paddle, and tears fell freely from Jocelyn’s cheeks.

  And then, as Lord’s blows with the paddle came to an end, Master stood before her, his fingers gripping her nipples painfully as he kissed her face all over, licking away her tears again. He backed away but didn’t release his grip on her teats.

  Lord moved up behind her as he’d done before, only this time there was no clothing barrier between his manhood and her cheeks. While frigging her button, he ground his hips into her from behind and rubbed his thick rise against her flesh. “And which punishment would you have next, pet?”

  With all of the sensations overwhelming her body, Jocelyn couldn’t think. What other things had been in his belt? A switch? A cane? A crop? She’d never been switched or caned before, but she was almost positive there had not been a riding crop.

  Master’s mouth was on one of her breasts, his teeth biting into her flesh near the areola hard enough to leave marks. He wouldn’t aid her with this decision.

  “Please, Lord—” she started to answer, but stopped short when her legs lifted higher, spreading her wider. She turned panicked eyes to the posts and found footmen adjusting her chains. They didn’t stop even when she was in a full split, stretching her further until she was in a sort of V shape.

  Somehow, that stretched out her cunny and caused her to slip further down onto the dildo, and Jocelyn screamed in shock, her eyes rolling back into her head.

  “What a delightful sound,” Lord murmured in her ear.

  When she could focus again, Master had stepped back a few steps and his black eyes were filled with a wicked lust the likes of which she’d never seen.

  “Beg your Lord to use his crop all over your legs and belly, and then finish you with a switch upon your teats, pet.”

  Whether she cooperated or not, she knew this would happen—but if she begged, as commanded, perhaps it would not be as bad as it could be otherwise.

  She tried to steady her breathing. “Please, Lord—please use your crop upon my legs and belly and a switch upon my teats.”

  In an instant, the two men had switched places. Lord took out his crop—a sharper and smaller one than she’d felt before, and started with a series of strikes upon her button. Even as he was doing that, Jocelyn felt Master’s hands on her bottom, his fingers pressing up inside her nether hole as he and others had so often done before.

  The fiendish glint in Lord’s eyes turned focused and calculated as he moved his strikes all over her body. The stinging, burning sensation only spread, diverging like wildfire and distracting her slightly from the pumping action of what must be all of Master’s fingers in her bum. But then Master pressed in deeper, and he pushed against the thin wall separating her sex and her bottom, creating even more friction against the dildo splitting her cunny in two.

  Just when she was finally starting to adjust to the sensation of Master’s entire hand filling her from behind and the stinging slaps coming to her front, it all changed.

  “Beg me, pet,” Master growled. “Beg me to fuck your arse as hard as I’ve ever fucked you before. Beg me to bugger your sweet bum until you can’t imagine anything you want more in this world than a prick sodomizing you for hours on end.”

  She didn’t want that. She didn’t want Lord to use a switch upon her teats, and she didn’t want the huge wooden dildo to be inside her cunny, and she didn’t want Master or anyone else to ever sodomize her. But what choice did she hav
e? And, after all, she did want Master’s cock inside her. Wouldn’t having him inside her in some way be better than not having him at all?

  “Please, Master,” she said tremulously, “please fuck your pet’s arse.”

  Master removed his hand and thrust his cock into Jocelyn’s backside, pushing forward until she could feel his scrotum bumping against her flesh.

  Lord dropped his crop to the ground and pulled out the switch from his belt—the only thing he still wore. When Master dug his fingers into Jocelyn’s hips and withdrew, Lord pulled his arm back. They both returned to her as one, Master fucking her harder and faster than he’d ever done before, and Lord striking Jocelyn’s teat with the switch. It bit into her flesh just beside the areola.

  She screamed as she’d never screamed before, just as Lord had promised she would, which only goaded them on. Master sodomized her punishingly, gleefully, whispering sweet nothings into her ear about how he’d wanted this very thing for so long, and how he intended to do it over and over and over again, and how she was so much better than even his dreams could have conjured. He told her she’d beg him to fuck her arse over and over again, beg him to let Lord whip her, beg him to let other men take her just as he was.

  But the pain only grew, and they only fucked her harder and faster and deeper, and bit into her flesh more intensely and acutely, and Jocelyn only screamed louder.

  Until Lord dropped his switch and dropped to his knees, biting into her button as he’d done when she first met only a short while ago. As he did, he angled the dildo and thrust it into her, more savagely even than Master was rutting her from behind.

  And then it all broke apart, her body releasing like a racing waterfall, her mind floating like dark storm clouds, and the most intense pleasure she’d ever known crashed over her, smothering her.

  At some point, Lord stopped biting her button and he removed the dildo, replacing it with his own hard cock. Eventually, her two masters slowed their harried pace. Master in her bottom, Lord in her sex, they took on a leisurely in and out, in and out stroke. Lord kissed and bit a path along her neck and shoulders and breasts. Master turned her head and kissed her mouth, his tongue mating with hers as sweetly as his cock was doing down below.