by N. J Ross
‘Yes, that’s true enough, I have got you strapped to my bed. Unfortunately my dear,’ he said, and looked at me with a rakish expression, ‘the way I see it, you broke into my home, ate my food, drank my port and slept in my bed. Now, as far as I can see it, that either makes you a criminal,’ and then he looked at me with a wicked, lustful, piercing gaze, ‘or my wife.’ That’s when I noticed something beneath his waist, prodding the fabric of his trousers upward like a rod of steel. ‘And whichever you are, you need to be punished.’
Chapter 17
He sat again at his chair leaning back, the master of his domain. I felt so vulnerable like this, and the feeling of being strapped to a white man’s bed, in his home, as he watched me struggle, fair brought juice to the place between my legs. Why I felt so aroused, I do not know! The thought of being bound by a white man had never turned me on before… in fact, it had always made me mad with rage!
I was bent forward by my straps, so that my arse poked out behind me, and I was strapped high to the bedposts in front of me by my hands. He could do anything he wanted with me. No one knew I was here, and it felt to me for a moment that I had crossed into some other, wild world, with just the wolves and this monster for company. And I found that I liked the way it felt, and I liked the way this monster looked at me, his black rose.
‘Do you not recognise me,’ said the man, giving me an odd look, turning his head slightly to the side so that I could see his profile. That’s when it hit me. I did know his face. It was the nose. From this new angle he presented to me, there was something extremely distinct about it, something which I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
‘No my lord, I’m afraid that I don’t…’ I said, still wriggling slightly in my bonds.
‘Well never mind. It hardly matters whether or not you know who I am for what I’m about to do with you,’ he said. I felt sure now that I could see something growing under his trousers. It was thick and long and desperate to get out . If only I could turn my head a little more, I’d be able to see it fully…
‘So how long do you plan to keep me trussed up for like this, like a common criminal?’ I said, trying to show a little defiance in the face of this man’s authority.
‘I’m not quite sure, you see, when I initially bound you, I’d not really worked out what my plan would be. At first I was merely thinking of tying you up then ravishing you on that bed.’ I felt a rush of blood to both my face, and to the little space between my legs which I sometimes touched when I was alone. No man had ever seen that space, let alone ravished it. My mother had warned me away from boys, particularly the white boys from the fort.
‘Ravish me?’ I said, panting now, terrified and aflame with desire.
‘Well, that was my first thought. But I decided that ravishing you wasn’t quite enough of a punishment for the crime of breaking and entering, as well as bringing those wolves to my door. You also owe me for saving you from those wolves as well, young lady.’
‘You didn’t save me from the wolves, that was…’ I started.
‘Oh I didn’t? You’d have been just fine without this hut I suppose, which I built and furnished with my two bare hands?’
‘Well I suppose…’
‘No. You’d be a pile of hot, bloody gore or some wolves bowel movement by now young lady, and you know it’s the truth,’ he said, a cruel curl in his lip. ‘But that’s not why you’re going to agree that I can do exactly what I want with you, oh no. Here’s the reason: You’re going to like it. I’m not just a wild man of this moor, young lady. I am a man of property, and a man of refinement. I know how to make a woman’s body scream with desire and throb with dark, erotic satisfaction. I know how to make that black cunt of yours weep with desire. My appetite is insatiable and I haven’t seen a woman like you in months. In fact, I haven’t seen a woman like you ever. I want to show you the kind of punishment a rich, white lord bestows upon his subjects and then, only after you beg me, I want to fuck you like a beast.’
I wanted it too. I know what my mother would have said, ‘grab it ‘tween yer fingers’. With a soft little look, I nodded at him. I felt the cup of my sex full to the brim with my juice, and I wanted him to drink from it. ‘My lord, come here and do with me what you will.’
Chapter 18
When he rose from his seat, I saw that I had not been imagining the lengthening of the meat between his legs. His trousers stuck out straight in front of him, deformed by his penis, which must have now be fully erect and huge beneath the expensive fabric. He took off his jacket and cast it to one side, and I saw that his body was that of a hunter or a blacksmith, seemingly carved from stone and cast in white human flesh. How I wanted to touch him, to see if he was real. I felt like I’d found my opposite; we formed a perfect contrast with one another.
He came up to the bed, with his trousers still on, and placed one of his rough hands on my leg, before running it up straight up, softly, over my quivering flesh. ‘Such beautiful dark skin,’ he said tenderly. I felt a rush of powerful lust pulse around my secure body, and when he flipped my skirts up and then pulled my undergarments down, I felt as though I was going to pass out due to the anticipation.
‘Now what I’m going to do, my dear, is administer some swift strokes to your behind. You should think yourself lucky that I don’t have my riding crop with me, for I would have relished the chance to mark your backside properly with that!’
A sudden fear took over me. He was going to beat me? That’s not what I’d wanted. But now that I thought about it, and he started to rub his hands over the naked flesh of my arse, I knew that I did want it.
‘Yes, sir,’ I whispered, flinching as he drew his hand up and back.
‘I need you to say “thank you Duke”, after every slap, you understand?’
Duke? He was obviously playing some twisted power game with me. He was the Duke and I was just his wretched black-skinned wench. I understood what was going on here. I nodded and waited for the first hit. Then, after what felt like an eternity of waiting, I felt his heavy hand come smacking down onto me. My mouth opened soundlessly and my eyes widened with the pain of the strike. Little needles of red-hot sensation spread out from his fingers across my flesh. I had not expected him to hit me so hard. Shocked, I remained silent.
‘Pardon me?’ said the man, ‘I didn’t quite hear that. We’ll have to start all over again, I’m afraid. What a dreadful shame.’ Then, without any warning, he lifted his hand again and brought it down with a hard, snapping thwack sound on my bottom, even harder than before. I felt my flesh pucker underneath him, as my body struggled to react to the pain it was experiencing. Quick, Faith, say something, I thought to myself.
‘Tha- thank you, Duke,’ I panted, trying hard to concentrate through the shock.
‘Oh, well done, dear. What a good girl. Well, it was my pleasure.’ As he said pleasure, he squeezed my cheek again, and I felt a little surge of warmth to the space between my legs. I moved a little, and knew that being strapped in like this was making me hot and delirious with pleasure. My thoughts were broken by another slap.
‘Thank you,’ I said, as my whole body shifted forward with the power of the smack. I closed my eyes and took the pain, as it radiated around my buttocks, and through my core, all the way round to my hungry little pussy which shivered underneath me, so close to his rough hands.
Again he beat me, and again I thanked him for it, and with each following strike it became easier to say thank you, even though the pain became more and more severe. I could feel the flesh of my bottom swelling and reddening with each slap as the ‘Duke’ marked me, made me his, punished me. ‘Thank you, thank you, thank you Duke,’ I said, and I knew that I was thanking him with sincerely, as now each slap had started to make my pussy began to beat with pleasure, with anticipation. I knew he was looking at me there, because with each strike now he was pinching my buttocks and pushing them up so that he could see that secret little place. I knew that I had started to glisten for him. Then
, before I knew it, the ten slaps were up. He came round from behind me and moved onto the bed, bringing himself close to my body.
‘You took your punishment rather well, young lady’ he said, and I saw that it was his turn to pant now, his breathing had become ragged and deep, ‘I would have walked a thousand miles for a chance to kiss these lips,’ he trailed a finger over the soft, dark pinkness of my mouth, ‘but all I had to do was to come back home.’
He leaned in and placed his lips on mine, cupping my face with his coarse hands. I was amazed by how soft his kisses were, how hot his mouth was, how gingerly he caressed my cheeks. Then, I felt his tongue, warm and probing, asking to be let into my mouth, licking softly at my lips. I opened wide and let him into me, twisting my own tongue around his, dancing with him, slipping in and out of his mouth, claiming the territory of his insides as my own. Then, he bit lightly down onto my lower lip, and I felt a dart of pleasure tug at my pussy, as though he’d grabbed it himself.
‘You’re a feisty little wench,’ he said, and then, he drew the knife from his waist-band, ‘we can’t be having that.’ He reached down, and for a moment, I felt sure that he was going to run me through. I felt the knife against me body and then, with a little cut, he dragged it up my side, splitting my garments apart. How dare he!
‘You needn’t have done that, you brute!’ I shouted, and then, I felt the shushing touch of his fingers on my thigh.
‘Shhhh,’ he said, ‘Don’t worry, I’ve a shirt you can wear,’ then, he moved his hand higher, up to the tip of my entrance. ‘Have you ever been touched by the hand of a white man before?’ I shook my head nervously. ‘Oh, this black rose has never been plucked. Not by any hand! Don’t worry, I’ll be as gentle as a lamb,’ and with that, he thrust his two thick fingers straight up my cunny. I shrieked, first with surprise, and then with unexpected pleasure. I felt as though a part of me which had been yearning for something had finally been filled. He pushed further into me and flexed his fingers lightly. I wriggled as I felt surges of pleasure throb dully around me and I started to moan.
‘You beast,’ I said, closing my eyes and giving in to the pleasure.
He suddenly withdrew his fingers from me, and scrabbled down the bed.
‘I want a taste of this rose, my dear,’ he said, and I felt the thick warm wetness of his tongue, starting to explore my virginal opening. He licked up the left lip and then the right, he thrust the tongue into me, making me pant and squirm and grind myself into him, and then, with wet fingers, he smoothly stroked above my little kitty. I felt a surge of hot joy explode from my centre as he touched the nub of flesh above my opening, and I felt as though there was a wolf down there, licking at my with its monstrous tongue, thrusting it’s claws into my meat, eating me like an animal. He worked harder and faster, and it was as though all of his tools were beating together, to give me as much silken pleasure as I could take.
‘You taste like wine, my dear, like sweet honeyed wine. Do ye want to have a taste of me? See what a white man’s dick tastes like?’
I nodded, and in no time, he stood with his crotch by my head and then ripped away the tattered fabric of his trousers, so that I saw for the first time his manhood in its full glory. It was larger than I’d even imagined, and it seemed smooth and hard, like the flesh of a young sapling. He pushed the tip of his cock closer to my mouth, and then, hungrily I swallowed it down into me, wrapping my lips around it, and planting kisses and licks all the way up and down its length. He tasted of the wilds, a salty, earthy smell, like fire and iron and the hills. I felt a new type of hunger fill me, something I’d never felt before, a specific desire for this object, this hot, living flesh, to be pushed in between the lips of my pussy. I needed it, and I showed him how much I needed him, still lashed to the bed, still unable to move, waiting for him to bestow his magnificent white dick upon me.
‘Are you ready to feel me inside you, woman, are you ready to run wild with me?’
I nodded. The ‘Duke’ pounced up onto the bed, growled like a beast. He lay over me, his face inches from mine. I could feel his breath on my cheek and then he kissed me once more, and while I felt his tongue probing my mouth, his cock started to ask questions of my other mouth. Its smooth tip lay between those never split lips, and then, with a soft push, he pushed it into me. I felt the warmth more than anything else, and the pleasure of being stretched open by him. There was a little pain, and he pushed against it until, with an odd sinuous tug, the pain eased and was replaced by the firm, confident pleasure of a man who knew what he wanted.
‘Does it hurt, Madam?’ he said, with genuine concern in his wild eyes. Suddenly, up close, I recognised him. He had the face of the lost Duke of York!
‘You, you’re…’ I started.
‘You finally worked it out,’ he said, and he started to move inside me. With another twist and a tug, I realised that he sliced apart the bonds which held my hands. Finally, I was free to move my arms over him. I touched his smooth, muscular back, and then, feeling wicked, I moved my fingers over his arse. He moaned.
He moved in me, stronger and stronger, and I dug my nails into this heavenly, royal body. I wanted to rip him apart as he split my peach in two, rubbing the juice of my sex into the nub of flesh above my pussy with his thick fingers. I bucked beneath him and shrieked with pleasure as this stag, this wolf, this eagle of a man pushed harder and harder into me. I pushed my finger into his mouth and he bit it, he pulled my hair back and lifted my bodily as we fucked, eager to discover each other’s bodies.
‘My black rose, you’ve got your fair share of thorns, but I’ve got mine too,’ he said, and as he spoke, I felt his thick finger by my arsehole. Before I had time to resist he plunged it in and fucked me harder. The surprise and delight of being plundered by him was too much for me to bear and I felt a well of sweet honey build in me and begin to overflow. The muscles in my body contracted and I started to see bright white light in front of my vision. I wept with joy and then I felt him start to build a knot in me with his cock, its length pulsing and warming in me, until another explosion happened. He filled me with his royal seed. And it felt exquisite.
*
I lost count of the amount of times we fucked out in that cottage, the Duke and I. He’d go out hunting and return with stag or rabbit, and then he’d fill me with his fluid once more. My belly became swollen with his seed, and I knew that soon I’d have a little royal bastard on my hands, with skin the colour of tea and a voice as rich and deep as the king himself.
Then, I thought, maybe we’d go back to the Duchy one day, and take what was rightfully ours…
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EXTRACT FROM POSSESSED BY THE WHITE BARON
Flesh. Spread out vertically in front of me, stretched and strai
ned bodies, pasted up on what looked like metal frames. I almost gasped with utter shock. They were female, these bodies, female and buxom, the likes of which I’d never seen before. There were two of them, both young and pale, white-skinned, barely out of their teens, and strapped by many leather ties to the frames round the middle, round the ankles and round their wrists. They weren’t suspended quite straight, their legs were spread out so that I could see the parts between their legs and to my surprise I saw that both of the soft, pink quims of the women I could see were positively dripping with moisture, as long strands of liquid oozed from them and dripped straight down to the ground.
The room was well lit, there must have been plenty of candles in there to provide such glowing illumination. The two women, one a brunette and one a redhead, writhed in their bonds.
‘Please,’ said the red head, ‘me next sir, please.’ Then, a man’s voice came from the left. It sounded stern and cold, more harsh than any voice I’d ever heard before.
