Duchess, Bound

by Kane, Lacey

  Erroll and North both knew well what they would be up against with Lady Finch, as she had used them on multiple occasions. They shouldn’t resist overly much, and what resistance they did offer would probably be more for show than anything.

  Haines, however, would not go quietly. Gabriel imagined that was Selwyn’s reasoning in choosing the burly footman. He was particularly barbarous in his treatment of the men he chose to fuck, and his fiendish inclinations seemed to know no bounds. Over the years, Gabriel had lost a few menservants after Selwyn’s treatment of them, though they all knew upon accepting employment that they could be used in such a manner. Gabriel preferred to fuck women, as did most of his guests—but there was no guarantee that the menservants would be the ones doing the fucking as opposed to the ones being fucked. The same held true for punishments.

  Still, it would be quite interesting to witness Haines’s reaction. Selwyn intended to start in the Great Hall, which worked out perfectly for Gabriel. He could watch Selwyn and Haines, which would no doubt provide excellent entertainment for anyone who wished to watch, and also keep an eye on Jocelyn as she suffered under the control of Pendleton.

  When he arrived in his Great Hall, already the room was being put to good use. A maid was in the cage, being fucked in both the arse and mouth simultaneously. Another had been hung from the cross, her arms stretched out to the sides and tied with multiple ropes, as she was flogged. Several of the posts were in use, with maids hanging from them in various positions whilst being paddled and whipped and caned and fucked.

  All around him, Gabriel’s ears were met with pained screams and carnal grunts, and more, so much more.

  It was at the beam in the center of the room that he found his pet and Pendleton. Her hips were tied to the beam and the bar spreading her legs had been attached to the posts. If he wasn’t mistaken, the stands and bases of two of the wooden dildos were below her. She was bent over fully at the waist, her chain connected to a post that had been brought over, keeping her at a perfect ninety-degree angle, with Pendleton caning her bottom and the backs of her thighs.

  Sadly, she could not currently beg the marquess to strike her harder as he’d instructed her to do, as her mouth was otherwise occupied with Viscount Coburn’s rather long tool. The viscount had both hands in her wet, black hair, forcing her head down and to the side to get around her chain as he thrust his hips forward.

  Gabriel moved over closer to them so he could hear the gurgling, gagging, suctioning sounds that were surely emanating from her throat. He took a seat in one of the leather armchairs he’d ordered brought in and stroked himself as he enjoyed the show.

  After about few minutes had passed, Lady Coburn bent beneath Jocelyn and moved both dildos within her as she licked his pet’s button. Every few minutes she’d stop what she was doing and bite down hard on the nubbin, probably to cool the orgasm that had been building for a week. She kept up her torment upon Jocelyn until the Great Hall was filled with a man’s violent shouts.

  Gabriel looked up to see no fewer than six of his footmen carrying Haines in as he screamed curses at them and thrashed about. Selwyn followed behind them, directing the affair.

  Certain that Jocelyn was in excellent hands, Gabriel moved closer to Selwyn and Haines. The footmen threw Haines down upon a table and stretched out each of his arms before restraining them with shackles. He still wore pants, which Selwyn quickly removed. As soon as that happened, the other footmen set to work using rope to bind Haines’s waist and chest to the table. Still others lifted the man’s ankles and stretched them back, shackling them in place with his wrists.

  Selwyn was quick to take advantage of the situation. He climbed upon the table and knelt between Haines’s legs, slid a steel ring into place over the prone footman’s flaccid blade all the way to the base, and took it into his mouth. Haines was cursing a blue streak and struggling against his bonds so hard the entire table moved, but still he was growing hard beneath Selwyn’s attentions. Despite the fact that Gabriel had no desire for another man to take him as such, he couldn’t deny the erotic nature of what was taking place before him. He started stroking himself again and was startled when he felt a tongue upon his root.

  He looked down to find Lady Coburn on her knees before him.

  “Allow me to help you, Your Grace.” She took the length of him into her mouth then, swallowing, and working him with a certain amount of vigor for the job.

  Gabriel had never been one to pass by the chance to have his cock serviced, so he took her head in his hands. She braced herself with her hands upon his thighs and continued to work. Gabriel’s attention was elsewhere, though, focused squarely upon Haines and Selwyn.

  Once the baron had the footman fully erect, he’d left him that way and begun the process of torturing him. A flogging took a bit of the fight out of the footman, but the cane was what truly did the trick. After Selwyn had covered the bum, legs, and feet of his quarry with red marks—several of which were certainly going to bruise—he again climbed onto the table and thrust his own prick into Haines’s mouth.

  Gabriel realized he was moving his hips in time with Selwyn, gripping Lady Coburn’s hair as tightly as he would one of his maids, or Jocelyn. He eased his grip slightly, but she moaned and urged him on.

  Each time Haines did something other than what Selwyn wished, the crop came down hard on the footman’s staff. The blows left Haines shouting, which Selwyn loved, so he started aiming his blows for no real reason.

  Finally, the familiar gurgling sound came from Haines as he accepted the fact that he was to be fucked by another man.

  When Selwyn recognized his victory, he pulled free from Haines’s mouth, moved to the other end of the table, and started jerking on the footman’s organ even as he pressed his own into his porthole.

  The shouts that came from Haines then set Gabriel off, and he released his load into Lady Coburn’s mouth.

  Jocelyn hung from on a new cross, this one brought to Blackthorne Manor by one of the many lords and ladies who’d come to torture her. Her arms were bound to the cross bar with ropes, but that was not what truly held her aloft.

  The most ingenious and heinously wicked part of the cross’s design was the dildo-shaped protuberance coming from the main beam. It was angled and lay at the precise height to bugger a person who was hung from it.

  Despite the fact that it was wider than anything she’d ever taken in her bottom before, Sir had ignored her protests and settled her upon it. Then he’d tied her arms, leaving them slack enough that she would slip down further onto the dildo.

  At the moment, it was as deep within Jocelyn’s bowels as anything had ever gone, stretching her beyond imagination. And she hadn’t yet taken the full length. Easily another two to three inches remained, slowly but surely ripping into her flesh as Sir swung a horsewhip at her breasts and Mistress repeatedly licked Jocelyn’s cunny.

  Her legs had been bent at the knees and hips then bound, stretched to the sides, to nearby posts. She still wore the steel collar Master had put on her this morning, though nothing was attached to it at this point.

  Behind her on the opposite side of the post, which she could only imagine was designed precisely the same as her side, Haines was receiving similar treatment from his own Sir. They’d gagged Jocelyn, but hadn’t bothered with Haines. She believed Haines’s Sir enjoyed the sounds of his shouts.

  Master’s guests had arrived hours ago. Once, they’d stopped long enough to allow Jocelyn to eat, and thrice had stopped her activity long enough to have her drink. Although, perhaps stopped wasn’t the right term. Forced food and drink into her mouth as they rutted her slightly less enthusiastically might be a more accurate description of what had taken place during her meal and drink breaks.

  So many Sirs had spilled their seed within her that she’d been returned to the stables on three separate occasions to be cleansed before returning for more. Now the sky outside the windows grew dark, but still a seemingly never ending supply of Sirs and Mistr
esses came to her, starting her on some new torment as soon as the previous had ended. The current Sir and Mistress had grabbed her up as soon as she’d returned from her last bath, still dripping wet and shivering.

  And still, she had not been granted release from the eternal erotic torment since the day Master had first sodomized her.

  Another lash struck Jocelyn’s breasts as Mistress bit down upon her button, and she screamed into her gag, but then the room fell silent.

  With great effort, she lifted her head. Lord stood in the middle of the Great Hall. “Supper shall be served in ten minutes. If you will be joining us, please finish what you’re doing before then. If you don’t wish to join us now, Cook has footmen working round the clock in the kitchens to provide enough food for everyone, as the maids are otherwise occupied. Please feel free to help yourself in the kitchens.”

  She thought he would leave then, but instead he came over to stand before her, sliding his hands along her flesh. “I’m afraid our pet will have to join us for supper. You two can be the first to have access to her after that.” With that, he ran a hand over her bum, touching her where the dildo entered her.

  Sir and Mistress then helped Lord to remove her from her perch. Instead of releasing the bindings on her legs, Lord carried her to the dining room. When they arrived, a series of footmen were holding the bowls and platters of food. They had not yet been placed upon the serving table. Instead, Lord placed Jocelyn on the serving table on her back, with her bottom right at one edge of the table. They pulled her arms high overhead and shackled them into place.

  Her hands were manipulated to grip a base of some sort, and then she realized the trays each had specially designed dildo-like handles. She held one in each hand, and then another was placed in her mouth. Each of these were weighted oddly, so she had to concentrate very hard to avoid having an accident.

  A fourth one with a very long handle was designed to go inside her cunny and allow the tray to rest over her abdomen and legs. They shoved it into place, and then pressed it deeper for good measure. The heat of the dish threatened to burn her delicate skin.

  She couldn’t see what they were doing, but another dildo went into her bottom. She had to clench her muscles to prevent the weight of that one from toppling over and pulling the tray free. Someone pressed down on that tray a few times, and Jocelyn panicked. If she were to drop their supper, she was certain nothing good would come of it.

  She thought they were finished there, but she was wrong. Something incredibly cold came down over her stomach and chest, with the perfect shape to cup to her breasts.

  Then Master’s voice sounded beside her. “If you perform well during supper, you’ll be allowed to release. Do not disappoint me, my pet.”

  She hoped she wouldn’t, and not only because she desperately needed release. Her desire to please Master only grew by the day, it seemed, and so she always strived to do everything he required of her.

  So she lay as still as possible, forcing her muscles to remain in their current positions, as Master’s guests filled their plates from her trays. As some of them moved past her, they would move a hand beneath her trays and stroke her—sometimes just a feather-light touch, other times a grope—and she had to focus doubly hard not to accidentally drop what she was holding. The tray being held up by the dildo in her bum, in particular, was the most difficult. Each time someone helped themselves to whatever it held, she had to strain to keep the tray aloft, only to immediately release some of the strain when they were done. Judging how much to release was a constant battle—one she was certain she’s fail with at some point.

  The meal seemed interminable, and her nipples felt as though they might freeze right off of her breasts from the cold resting upon them. Every few minutes, she would hear the familiar steps of boots coming her way across the marbled floor, and then feel the pressure of someone getting more food.

  And then finally, the footmen began to lift her trays away. She hadn’t dropped anything! Jocelyn felt immense pride that she’d served Master’s guests their supper without making a muck of things.

  When they removed the tray from her mouth, Jocelyn looked down to see that what was covering her chest and torso was an oddly-shaped tray filled with ice. Mounds of ice. No wonder she’d been so cold.

  The soup was pulled free from her cunny, and the tray of roast lamb was released from her bum, leaving nothing upon her but the ice.

  Jocelyn looked over to the table and found all of the guests staring intently at her. Two more footmen returned for what she assumed would be the ice. Instead, they released her wrists from the table, leaving them in the shackles, and lifted her. They moved her to the center of the main table and locked the shackles together behind her back as they’d been this morning, once again attaching them to the collar. Then they lay her on her back.

  Taking handfuls of the ice, they stuffed it deep into her sex and her bum, adding more and more until she couldn’t possibly hold any more. When the footmen removed the tray from her chest, immediately one of the Sirs grabbed her, pulled her onto his lap, and thrust his penis into her bottom and a hand into her cunny. He used both hands to bounce her frantically. The heat and friction from his rutting started to melt the ice, which dribbled down out of her slowly.

  When he finished, they added more ice and passed her to another Sir, who did the same as the first. They passed her along like that over and over again until they’d gone through all of the ice Cook had sent out and Jocelyn couldn’t stop her teeth from chattering.

  Then she was returned to the center of the table and dessert came out. “Clotted cream and strawberries,” Cook announced just before overturning a bowl of cream on Jocelyn’s body. With a wooden spoon, she spread the cream until it covered Jocelyn from head to toe, and even inside her sex. Cook seemed to take joy from using the wide end of the spoon to shove as much cream as she could inside Jocelyn. The strawberries followed, with a few being shoved inside her cunny and one in her bum. “Enjoy,” Cook said, and then returned to the kitchens.

  And then everyone was at her at once, hands and mouths and teeth and tongues, all working to remove the strawberries and cream from her flesh. One Mistress lifted Jocelyn’s hips and started licking as soon as the dessert began, and she didn’t stop until every drop of cream had been removed and Jocelyn was writhing beneath her attentions.

  Finally, they all backed away. All except for Master and Lord, neither of whom appeared to have taken part in eating her for dessert. There was no cream on their faces, none on their hands and chests. But their cocks were very, very erect.

  Master lifted her from the table and carried her to a chain she’d never noticed hanging from the beam over the center of the ceiling before. He set her down upon the floor. With Lord’s help, he resituated the shackles on Jocelyn’s wrists so her arms were stretched high overhead and connected to the chain. Then they removed the ropes binding her legs as they were. For only the briefest of moments, she was able to stretch her legs out before her. But then they took her by the ankles, straightened her legs all the way, and pulled them in front of her and up high so they made a V, tying her ankles with the ropes to the chain.

  The footmen pulled on the other end of the chain until it was precisely the height Master wished it to be, and then they anchored it to the wall.

  With all of his guests watching intently, Master stood behind Jocelyn, took a breast in one hand and pulled hard on her hair with the other, and started fucking her in the bottom, which was still cold from the ice of earlier. It was so cold, in fact, it felt like he shouldn’t be able to fit, like his punishing thrusts were going to rip her clean in two.

  She wanted to scream her pain, but Jocelyn knew that wasn’t allowed. However painful it may be, he was not using a weapon against her. Only his cock.

  Jocelyn’s eyes remained upon Lord, however. While Master preferred to take his pleasure primarily through sexual means, Lord found pleasure in inflicting as much pain as possible. She knew the pain was com
ing. She just didn’t know what it would be yet.

  Lord reached for his cane first, using it upon the soles of her feet high in the air and then working his way down her legs moving ever closer to her sex. Despite the tears flowing freely from her eyes, Jocelyn still did not dare to scream yet. The pain was only beginning.

  With the tip of his cane, he pressed inside her sex, moving it deep before retreating. When he pulled it free, the tip swung and landed hard against her button.

  Master must have anticipated her scream, because the hand that had been holding her back by the hair moved to cover her mouth and pinch her nose, muffling her scream. But he didn’t release his hold long after the scream had died within her. She tried frantically to breathe as Lord’s strikes came down faster and harder over her most sensitive place and Master ripped into her bum again and again, but no air would come.

  Her lungs burned even more so than her behind and her cunny. She pulled at her chains and ropes, trying to get free, but each tiny movement seemed to use up too much of the remaining oxygen within her body so she stilled.

  And still Master kept his hand in place.

  When the ripples began to roll through her belly, making their way down to her sex and outward to her arms and legs before settling in her breast, panic truly set in. But there was no way to stop it, no way for her to even slow its impending arrival. Jocelyn was helpless to the climax that thrashed through her body. Finally when it began, Master removed his hand from her mouth and she could breathe, but her breaths only came in tattered gasps because of the ferocity of the release pulsing through her body.

  Then Lord was inside her as well, gripping hard to her thighs to drive his hips deep into her as he licked the tears of her release.

  Every time it seemed as though the climax would come to an end, Master would cover her mouth and nose again, and they would pinch her nipples or her button or all of them, or one of the Sirs would come over to cane the sides of Jocelyn’s legs or the soles of her feet, and then the shuddering would begin anew, leaving her thoroughly unhinged.