The tip of my cock nosed about, enjoying the tickle of her pussy hairs. Then it jabbed against her love-chamber, anxious to gore through that delicate tissue of her maidenhood.
Slowly, relentlessly, I pressed my cock harder and harder against her maidenhood. She moaned with pain and carnal hunger, her arms and legs shuddering and her torso convulsing. I felt something tear, then a great rip surrendered her paradise to my cock. With a groan of ecstasy I slid deep into this beautiful young girl’s virgin pussy.
The room was a scene of fantastic depravity. Men mounted on beautiful girls, fucking their defenseless pussies, puffing and gasping between their rumbling bellows of ecstasy. Aunt Caroline and Treise straddled their captive’s shoulders, coaxing them with their riding crops, forcing the girls to tongue their pussies. The squeals, cries, and moaning echoed from the walls as we wallowed in the ultimate of carnal pleasures.
My whole consciousness was focused on my cock, feeling it slide in and out of the warm and tender embrace of my maiden’s captive pussy. I gazed down at her agonized face. Her beautiful blue eyes were clamped shut, her round, ruby-lipped mouth open, voicing wordless cries.
Rolling her head ceaselessly from side to side, she began groaning out the same words, repeating them over and over to herself. “No! Oh, please, no! Help me. Someone make him go away, I’m a good girl.”
I heard lusting male shouts. The men, each in his own turn, were cumming. I glanced at the girls on each side of me. They arched their necks, tilting up their heads with a long, anguished shriek as they felt a frenzied man’s savage cock erupt a molten lava of cum inside their feminine sanctuary.
My belly knotted in the throes of pre-cum needle pricks. I stared in wide-eyed ecstasy at her surging breasts as I felt my cum blast into her. Her mouth stretched open in a long, silent gasp as I erupted.
I howled with triumph. “Yaugh! Yehung! Augh! Augh! Ungh!” My frenzied cock spouted gushes of hot love gravy with shuddering bliss. Its repeated throbbing continued until every drop was wrung out its tip. The piercing muscle aches of my exhausted love gland in my groin was paradise.
I collapsed my naked body on top of hers. Putting my hands on each side of her face, I cradled her head in my hands. Lifting her face to mine, I felt my drained cock quiver with one, final ecstatic dribble as I kissed her. Gazing into her beautifully tear-rimmed eyes, I whispered, “Welcome to Blackthorne.”
Chapter Six
Tools Of The Trade
I lay on my girl, my lust spent, my lungs pumping air with turbulent gasps. She was so short my chest and neck pressed down on her head and hair. I savored the feel of her breasts crushed against my chest as she struggled to breathe under my weight.
I heard a commotion from Treise, so I propped up on an elbow and watched her. She was squirming her pussy against her girl’s mouth. Her shoulders were jerking rapidly, twisting left and right whilst her outstretched arms flailed the air. She arched her spine and threw her head back with her mouth wide open, screaming out with yet another orgasm. Sucking in gasp after gasp of air, she continued cumming until she collapsed backward on her girl, moaning and puffing like a steam locomotive.
Slowly, reluctantly, we men began withdrawing. Some girls had fainted, the rest were moaning softly. There were sighs and grunts of satisfaction from us, but no words were said. Chalmers, Gregor and Broc went over to the cabinet and returned with chains and cuffs. One at a time, they released each girl and locked her in the hobble chains and cuffed her hands behind her. Each girl was led off, sobbing and pleading, into the narrow passage. The thud of their cell doors sealed their captivity.
“Don’t bother about your clothes,” Treise said. “One of the maids will wash them and return them to your room.” When my face paled, she giggled. “Oh, don’t be such a prude. We’ve all paraded through our manor house naked at night after fucking.”
She led me down the passage and around a corner to an open area with a tub of hot water. I recognized Emma, one of our night maids, standing beside it. Her long blonde hair hung down in braids, draped on each side of her enormous naked breasts.
“Gut Tag, Herr Meister...How may I pleasure you?” She lay aside the snowy white towel in her hands as I climbed into the tub. She got in with me, facing me and straddled her legs on each side of my torso. Her clever hands soaped the sponge and began bathing my body. When she reached my cock, she glanced up with a wily twinkle in her eye. A smile spread across her lips, “For your pleasure, Herr Meister.” She began stroking my quivering manhood with a slow, silky motion.
I leaned back and lay my hands on her thighs. “Ah, Etta, your fingers feel wunderbar,” I said.
“Danke, Herr Meister.”
How marvelous, I thought, that even with foreign girls, language was never a hindrance to enjoying sex with them.
I watched those huge breasts sway and jiggle as she gently masturbated me. Their pale pink nipples were dimpled, and jutted out perfectly. I exhaled a long, blissful breath.
Etta watched me staring at them “Ist mine Brusts schon, Herr Meister?”
“Ja, Etta, they are very beautiful.”
She blushed and smiled. We had the good fortune to sometimes capture a girl who was proud and unashamed of her naked body, and actually enjoyed the experience of being kept a prisoner and forced into sex with many strange men. I made a mental note to drag her off to my bed soon.
Then I remembered, Mandissa was warming my bed tonight.
“I must go now, Etta. But I want you for my pleasure tomorrow night.”
“Ja, Herr Meister.” Her grin was radiant...to be fucked by Herr Ubermeister, the Laird of Blackthorne!
I grabbed the towel and dried myself as I dashed up the steps. Handing it to Selby, I trotted naked through the manor, my bobbing cock a fiendish reminder to all the maids what the destiny of all girls imprisoned at Blackthorne is. I flung open my bedroom door.
Mandissa looked back over her shoulder at me. The kerosene lamp on my nightstand illuminated the fear in her dark brown eyes. A gag was tied tight over her mouth, its whiteness harsh against her dark skin. She was kneeling in the center of my bed, thighs spread, and her arms pulled straight out to her sides, level with her shoulders. Her wrists were chained to posts temporarily bolted to the floor and ceiling. Miss Ballard stood to the side, a coiled whip in her hands. Before I could ask, she spoke.
“This one needs discipline. She spilled the tea in the kitchen. I knew you wanted to fuck her tonight, so I thought we could do both at the same time.
I thought I was now beyond embarrassment, but to have Miss Ballard watching me while I fucked one of our maids made me blush. “How is that?” I asked.
“Climb into bed, Sir Richard. Oh, don’t be so childish, trying to hide your erection behind your hands. I see men’s cocks every day. I’m not going to whip yours like I do to that stubborn boy’s locked in the cellar.”
I sat down on the mattress, glancing anxiously between Mandissa’s frightened face, and Miss Ballard’s impatient fiddling with her whip.
“Now lie on your back and slide your legs and hips under her so she can mount you properly.” She released the coils of the whip and stroked it gently over Mandissa’s bare back. “Up, you clumsy bitch!” Mandissa jerked violently at the touch, then raised her trembling crotch as high as possible. She looked down at me, pleading silently with tear-rimmed eyes.
“No. Sir Richard. Keep your hands away from your cock. It is Mandissa’s duty to maneuver it into her pussy.” She stepped to the head of the bed, glowering at her. “Lower your pussy over Sir Richard’s cock. If it doesn’t slide in your pussy on your first try, you will receive one stroke with this.” She dragged the whip over Mandissa’s quivering breasts. “If his cock slips out while you are fucking, you will get five strokes.” The whip slid down her belly. “If you don’t make Sir Richard cum in five minutes, you will get another ten strokes.” She moved back behind her and released the gag.
Mandissa tilted her head forward, her wide eye
s carefully measuring the position of my cock and her pussy. Slowly, with extreme care, she lowered her torso.
Miss Ballard punched her back with the butt of the whip. “Hurry up, you filthy slut!”
Mandissa swayed, and my cock slid up the side of her pussy lips, not entering. I guessed from the vicious smile on my aunt’s face that she purposely made Mandissa fail.
“I warned you...”
Sis-s-s-sh...CRACK!
“Augh-h-h-h!” Mandissa screamed and lurched, her body quaking as she struggled through her sobs to trap my cock between her pussy lips
“Sir Richard is getting annoyed with your clumsiness, you smutty whore!
Swiss-s-sh...WHACK!
“YAUGH-H-H-H! Please, Mistress, I’m trying to...
“Liar!”
Swis-s-sh... SWAT!
“UAGH-H-H-H, augh-augh-augh!” Mandissa was shaking, her wiry black pussy hair scuffing my cock.
“Just look at Sir Richard’s cock. See how hard it is?” She glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner. “You’ve wasted a minute already. Now pleasure him, and I want to hear him cumming in just four minutes.” She cracked the whip in the air behind Mandissa. “Or else!”
Mandissa’s tear dimmed eyes focused on my vertical cock, struggling for precise aim as she lowered her pussy over it. Her pubic lips spread open and I slid in.
Her love-flesh was hot, and so tight I could feel the blood throbbing in my cock. Her eyes, wide with fear, kept glancing at the clock, thrusting her hips up and down in double-time rhythm with its pendulum. I snuggled my head in my pillow and lost myself in the vision of that defenseless mahogany-brown torso straining to bring me to fantastic orgasm. Her huge breasts bounced and danced like a spring lamb gamboling in the meadow, while the wolf in my cock prodded the tender enfolding of her love nest. Their sweet ballet became a magnetic force tugging my hands up to them. I grabbed and squeezed, burying my finger tips in their helpless softness.
Miss Ballard moved silently up beside us, leaning over to scrutinize Mandissa’s performance with scornful, narrowed eyes. I was between shame, shock, and feeling the wanton exhibitionist as she bent closer to inspect the consummation of Mandissa’s labors. She cocked an eye to the clock. “Less than two minutes left, Mandissa. My whip is waiting to hear Sir Richard’s orgasm!”
Mandissa pumped faster, gasping for breath, her straining leg muscles aching from the ferocious effort. Her eyes squeezed shut and she bit her lip to forget the pain.
“Don’t get careless and let his cock slip out, you wicked harlot. My temper is the closest thing to hell you’ll ever find this side of the grave.”
Mandissa was gulping air into her burning lungs. She opened her eyes to see the clock. One minute left. She looked down at my face, tears and pleading pouring from her eyes. She squeezed them shut again and the strain in her face was frenzied.
The final seconds ticked away and Miss Ballard raised her arm. The whip swung around behind her like a poisonous snake. Mandissa sensed the action and tensed for the cruel blow. Miss Ballard grinned darkly...one second left.
The terror in Mandissa’s belly made her pussy twitch tight around my cock. It triggered a burst of cum from my engorged weapon. I convulsed in my bed and bellowed a cannon-shot roar as the cum exploded into her pussy. Mandissa wept with relief as she felt flood after flood of my cock-juice geyser into her love chamber.
“Damn it!” Miss Ballard shouted, “Damn it all to hell! I almost had you!” She threw down the whip and stalked out of my bedroom. “The bitch is all yours, now,” she said without looking back. The door slammed behind her.
I squeezed out from under Mandissa and released her arms and laid her beside me. She threw her arms around my neck and wept on my shoulder.
“Thank you, Sir. Thank you for cumming in my pussy.” She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, then hugged me again. “I love you, Sir,” she whispered in my ear. We slept wrapped in each other’s arms.
When I awoke the light was broad on the meadows outside my windows. Mandissa was still sleeping, her face childlike and at peace. Her head and breasts were snuggled against my chest. Her innocent smile was a glory of perfect white teeth against the dark lavender fullness of her lips. My fingertip grazed on their fleshy sensuality. She moaned softly and snuggled tighter against me without waking.
I took a deep breath and eased out of bed. Pulling on a robe, I went down the stairs to find breakfast.
“Oh, yer awake, sair,” Lara said when I entered her kitchen. “The maids were supposin’ you would sleep past noon. Would you be wanting breakfast in the sun room?”
“Your kitchen feels more comfortable, Lara. I’ll just pull up a chair to your table. Is the tea ready”
“Aye, an’ would you be taking an egg with your tea and biscuits?”
“Aye, an’ that I would,” I replied with a wink.
She laughed with a shaking belly and breasts. “Now don’t you go mocking me, Sair Richard. I speak my Gaelic like a princess, an’ I does the best I can with your English.”
She scuttled around the stove with a clatter of crockery and song. In minutes, steaming tea, thick cream, hot scones and slabs of butter graced the table. Lara served me a plate smothered under eggs and bacon flanked by an honor guard of gleaming silverware.
“Sit down with me, Lara, and share a cup of tea and we’ll talk.”
Her face paled, “Oh, Sir Richard, an’ that wouldn’t be right, you being the Laird, an’ me just a servant.”
“Please, Lara, as a kindness to me. It is well known that you know more of what happens behind our backs than any other servant.”
She hesitated, with a longing look at the tea and scones. “I’d love to, Sir Richard, but...”
I stood up and grabbed a chair against the wall. I scooted it over to the table with a smile. “Sit, Lara. Your Laird commands it.”
She plopped down with a wreath of smile and dimples decorating her blushing face. “Just like yer father, you are. He and I, we would sit here an’ chase the hours off the clock with talk of this, an’ talk of that.” She poured her tea into an enormous cup and emptied the cream pitcher into it. A tear slid down her cheek. “I miss him so.” She dabbed her face with the corner of her apron.
“We all miss him, Lara. I wish I could have known him better.”
“He talked of you often,” she said. “He loved you an’ yer sister as much as he loved yer mother, bless her soul.” She dabbed with her apron again. “Her ladyship was a sweet and gentle woman, not like her cruel sister and sister-in-laws. She didn’t participate in all the whipping, beating, an’ violent fucking that goes for fun in this house. She was tender an’ gentle when she took one of the boys or girls to bed with her. She especially liked teaching the new eighteen year old boys how to pleasure a woman.” She sighed, staring off into a past all too distant from both of us. “I was new here, then, just eighteen meself, still young an’ pretty. An’ yer mother, she shared the boys with me.” She blushed and ducked her head, “When I wasn’t bedding with yer father, of course.”
After a brief moment of silence her head came up with a radiant smile. “An’ the Parties! Balls and soirees! Pretty young girls chained naked to the trees in front of the manor. Lairds and Ladies in their finery. Soldiers a’ strutting in splendid kilties an’ scarlet uniforms. An’ the high street wealthy an’ politicians with the power an’ pride of nations ribboned on their chests—some of them foreigners with their outlandish prattle. Every year at harvest they come to dine, drink, and dance with the pretty prisoners we keep locked in the cellar. Yer father, he would have us servants teaching them poor girls to waltz like princesses. And he would buy ‘em pretty frocks and gowns. A waste of guineas, as our guests would soon strip their girls naked and be fucking them all night long.” She smirked. “That’s what all the fine folks really wanted when they came here; to shed their fine manners and respectability along with their clothes and enjoy what makes life worth the living.”
A new thought popped into my mind. “Lara, do you know the history of that stone circle in the north wood?”
Her eyes widened and a chill came over her face. “Oh, Sair, ye won’t wanting to be going anywhere near that dreadful place after dark.”
“Why? I was there two days ago, and it seemed abandoned. Chalmers says no neighbors or travelers ever go near the place.”
“Not people, sair, but wee folk.”
“What kind of folk?”
“That’s the secret of Blackthorne, sair. It’s a fey place. The wee haunts come there in the full moon and dance around inside that circle. They beguile the foolish an’ takes them away into the bay off the ocean...and lures virgins to their underground dungeons, I’ve heard.” She shook her head as solemn as an undertaker.
“Have you ever seen them?” I asked with a patronizing smile.
“No, sair. I have not, an’, that’s the truth. But there’s some here that says they seen shadows and heard strange voices singing in the late gloaming when they passed the wood on some urgent errand...as quickly as they might, I say.”
I finished my breakfast, glancing at the door from time to time, expecting some of the family to pass by. “Where are the others? Still asleep?”
“There’s many of them that is, but Chalmers and Miss Ballard, they are down in the cellar with Mr. Shawe. They’re training those new girls ye bought last night. Poor things; been squealin’ and crying all morning, they have. The men abuse them something horrible the first two days. More for fun than duty, I think. They said you are to come down and learn how girls are taught to obey commands and fuck when told to.”
“Thank you, Lara. It was a delicious breakfast, and a wonderful conversation.” As I was going down the hallway, I heard her break into a song;
“O’ heed this fair warning, ye runawa’ beauties,
On dark streets a’ wandering far to the south.
Yer sure to breathe through a chloroformed cloth,
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