Bound For Pleasure at Blackthorne

by Roger Hastings

  “But, your father...”

  “I want my father to admit I am a woman! You can help me prove it to him.” She dabbed her free hand on her wet cheeks. “Besides, my father brought me here, didn’t he?—knowing full well what’s going to happen to us girls. He’s no fool.”

  “Well,” Richard hesitated, his lust conquered his conscience and he tightened his grip on her handkerchief. “Turn around. Place your wrists together behind you.”

  Lissa spun around, laying one wrist on top of the other, her soft laughter mingling with her sobs as Richard knotted her handkerchief tightly around her wrists. Pulling his own handkerchief from his pocket, he stooped down and bound her ankles together.

  “Now you are no longer free. You are my property, I can do anything I want to with you until sunrise.”

  “Yes.” Her whisper was more of a supplication than an acknowledgement.

  Richard pulled her silk shawl from her shoulders and bound it over her eyes, wrapping its length around her head until there was no possibility of her seeing where he would take her.

  Lissa sighed as she felt his right arm wrap around her shoulders and his other arm reach behind her knees. Richard effortlessly scooped her up her defenseless body and strode forward, carrying her toward the stables.

  “Where’s he taking her, Dad?” Allan stared over Lord Corwin’s shoulder, both men watching Richard carry off Lissa.

  “Wherever he wants to, son.”

  “You know what he’s going do to her! Aren’t you going to stop him?”

  Lord Corwin turned and smiled at Allan, “I wouldn’t dream of interfering.”

  “You mean you’d let that happen to your own daughter—my own sister?”

  “Yes.”

  “But...”

  “The wedding invitations are already printed and ready to post, son. Don’t you interfere, either.”

  “You mean, Richard’s already asked you for Lissa’s hand in marriage?”

  “Nothing of the kind, yet, Allan. But I do know my daughter. I have utmost confidence in the scheming little minx. Richard thinks my daughter is the captive, but we know better, don’t we, son?” He turned back to the window just in time to see Richard ride out of the stable on a chestnut mare, Lissa slung over the saddle in front of him. “Blackthorne House and Corwin Castle, that’s a profitable union. Yes, I think I’m enjoying Lissa’s temporary kidnapping almost as much as she is.”

  Lissa felt Richard’s hand pressing on her buttocks, holding her steady as the thud of each hoof beat jarred the saddle. The minutes crawled through her consciousness as they galloped on across the meadow, a glittering symphony of bright stars arching overhead. Finally Lissa smelled the pungent earth and mould of a forest, and Richard slowed the horse to a walk.

  The breeze followed them along the twisting path, murmuring the news through the leaves, “Another poor girl will be abused and fucked tonight. Let’s watch!”

  Lissa guessed they rode on another quarter of a mile before Richard halted his horse and slid off. His hands gripped her trembling body and carried her a short distance before laying her on her back on a flat stone platform.

  Richard untied the handkerchief around her ankles and pulled them wide apart. Lissa cried out with surprise as he snapped a cold metal cuff around each ankle. Untying her hands, he pulled her arms up alongside her head, stretching them taut before snapping more cuffs around her wrists. Lissa pulled on them, testing her lost freedom. Richard removed the blindfold.

  Lissa moved her head, staring at the standing stones forming a widespread ring around her. “Where are we?” she asked in a tiny voice.

  “You are in the heart of Blackthorne Estate, the center of my family’s concealed kingdom. There are many other places like this all over the world. Like ours, they are kept hidden, secret, and unknown to the people of this earth. Only those few who understand and embrace our way of life are admitted into our secret realm of naked flesh.”

  A cool draft flowed over her exposed legs as Richard grasped the hem of her gown and slowly dragged it upward.

  “Richard,” She gasped, biting her lip to stop the words crowding up in her throat.

  It was too late to reconsider. She sucked in a sharp breath as she felt the warmth of his hand slide under her petticoat. Imaginary sparks of rainbow electricity danced on her delicate flesh.

  Richard slowly pushed his fingers up Lissa’s uncovered thigh, savoring the feel of her rose-petal skin. Lissa moaned with impatient expectation, shivering as those princely male hands threatened the prearranged vulnerability of her pantiless crotch.

  Richard’s eyes were glued to her body as he lifted the final few inches of Lissa’s petticoat. Her virgin pussy was a shadowed temple of love under Blackthorne’s dark sky. Lissa’s eyes were closed, her head rolling slowly from side to side in rhythm with her dainty moans.

  Neither of them noticed the movement under the ring of trees surrounding the stone circle. Hands more like claws than human carefully pulled leafy branches aside to let gleaming yellow eyes watch. The mythical satyrs were abroad tonight.

  Richard lowered his head between her thighs, pressing his forehead into her soft, warm belly. His tongue jabbed between the wet, pungent lips of her pussy. Lissa gasped and whimpered as it undulated against the delicate pink folds of her vagina.

  “Oh...oh! Richard—OH, OH GAWD!” her torso lurched as the rasping tip of his tongue straggled across her clitoris. She ground her teeth together and felt an army of naked Greek athletes race a marathon through her belly. Her hands clenched and the muscles of her arms and legs corded, straining against the chains that held her captive.

  Richard swirled his tongue, its tip marching around the Jericho of her love-bud, teasing, taunting, tormenting her body with postponed promises.

  “Ungh! Augh! Ugh! Richard! Don’t—please don’t do that, Richard. I can’t stand it anymore! AUGH! Richard, no! AUGH! UNGH! Oh-Oh—no, don’t...OH MY GAWD! WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME? YAUGH! AUGH! YIE-E-E-E!” Lissa’s defenseless torso arched up off the stone platform with the thunder stroke of her first orgasm. She shuddered, her mouth wide open, her eyes clamped shut. Every muscle in her petite body vibrated like a bowstring while she hung in the perfect limbo of sexual gratification.

  Richard’s tongue continued playing Lissa’s instrument of ecstasy while the symphony of her shrieks and cries caressed his ears. She exhausted her last shred of energy and collapsed, trembling on the stone platform. She looked up at the sky, staring at the blazing stars spread out above her. The echoing scintilla of lust still sparked and glowed in her tear-drenched eyes.

  “Richard...Oh, Richard!” She turned her head, gazing at him as he stood up, watching him unbutton his trousers in a mixture of awe and admiration. Her eyes went wide when his erect cock thrust forward, its lone nostril searching out her female scent.

  “It’s so big,” she gasped. “Will it hurt when you touch me with it?”

  “Do you want it to hurt?”

  Lissa shrank against the stone, straining against her chains. Her voice trembled. “No! Yes...I mean, I don’t know.”

  “I could just walk away, ride my horse back to the house and leave you here. Then you wouldn’t have to be hurt.”

  There was a low, whispered moan of hope from the satyrs’ throats.

  He turned and took a few steps toward the tethered horse outside the circle of standing stones.

  “Richard! Come back! Don’t leave me here. I’m more afraid of the darkness and this horrifying place than I am of what you will do to me. Do what you want. Hurt me. But please don’t leave me here all alone. I’m frightened, Richard!”

  He paused, and turned around slowly, holding up his trousers, but not hiding his cock. “You want me to use this on you?”

  “Oh, Richard, if that is what you want, then do it. I don’t know what you will do with it. Mother refused to tell me about a man’s...thing. She only said I should never look at one or let a man touch me with it.”

  “But y
ou want to become a woman?”

  “Yes. Whatever I must do, whatever I must endure. I’m tired of being just a girl. Make me a woman, Richard. Please hurt me if that is what will turn me into a woman. I’m ready.”

  He took a step toward her, aiming his manhood at her face. “Then look at it, Lissa. Look at my cock—yes, that’s what we call it—look at my cock and remember what it is when I push it inside you. Yes, it will hurt the first time. But for the rest of your life it will give you only pleasure and release from that gnawing hunger that besieges our flesh.”

  She relaxed and half-closed her eyes. “Now, Richard, now.” She sighed and smiled at him. “Hurt me, Richard.”

  He dropped his trousers and stepped out of them. Kneeling between her wide-spread thighs, he lowered his torso until the tip of his cock kissed her pussy. It was wet. He pressed it in.

  Lissa screamed as his cock ripped through her maidenhead, then groaned as the length of his manhood stroked the silken clasp of her vagina.

  Richard’s heated breath surged in and out of his lungs, warming Lissa’s face. He moaned the wordless ballad of lust as his hips cycled endlessly. Her crooning notes joined his in a duet of sexual gratification. She fixed her mind on a vision of his man-thing...his cock...that wondrous wand of love, straining to feel every stroke, every quiver, every contour of its shaped head.

  Woodland creatures woke and lifted their heads, turning them toward the distant circle of standing stones. Sleepless owls swerved in flight and careened away from the sound. A fox grinned to himself, There is that sound again. A man-creature is fucking his prey.

  Lissa shrieked uncontrollably. Richard bellowed the male victory chant. Their cries and clamor echoed off the ring of stones. In their climax of passion Richard and Lissa were oblivious to the dozens of glowing yellow eyes crouched under bushes or peering out around the tree trunks. Red tongues slithered around leathery lips. Half-human hearts pounded and lusted for that helpless golden-haired human female being enjoyed by the fortunate human male.

  The satyrs cradled their throbbing erections in claw-like hands, the splutter of their musty cum splattering on the moldy leaves at their feet. Their chance would come with this young beauty. Their lust temporarily sated, they clustered together and trooped silently home to their caves, forging their plans.

  Richard and Lissa rode back to Blackthorne House, Lissa sitting in the saddle in front of Richard. He had wrapped her arms behind her, tying her wrists together. He held the reins in his left hand, while his right hand cupped and squeezed her unprotected breasts. Often, he would nuzzle her ears under the silken cloud of her golden tresses, kissing, nibbling, blowing his hot breath, driving Lissa wild with rapture.

  When they arrived, Richard untied Lissa and carried her inside, through the rooms, and up the stairway. The rooms were empty, The public ballroom deserted. Hormones were raging through veins, male and female alike. Guests and family had paired off with their love-choices, and each in their own way were busily mating and trading partners.

  Richard found Lissa’s guest bedroom, and lay her sleeping form in the pool of moonlight in her bed. With a final kiss, he walked to the door, turning for one last look at the beauty of her young body. He shut the door softly, and went to his own bedroom, humming quietly. It was a wonderful party, and it would continue for the next two days.

  Life is good!

  Lissa slumbered in a lavender cloud of dreams, drifting through a field of twinkling stars. Silvery light slid down a moonbeam and skimmed through the barred window of her bedroom, caressing her petite body lying on the bed. Her delicate nightgown gathered against her breasts, rising and falling with every breath. Diaphanous folds stretched over the silky skin of her legs, reaching to her small ankles. It was a warm night for the Autumn season, and she had kicked aside the blanket. She lay uncovered, a sleeping beauty dreaming of her naked Prince Richard.

  A faint click, and the door opened a crack. An eye gleamed in the opening, studying the sleeping form.

  “Shhh! She’s asleep at last.” Two shadows crept inside. “Wait here, while I chloroform her.” Treise moved silently to the bed while the black hulk of Gregor waited by the door.

  Lissa’s body shuddered as Treise clamped the soaked cloth over her mouth. Treise leaped on top of her as she struggled to escape. The chemical worked quickly. Lissa’s struggles grew weaker, and ceased.

  “She’s unconscious. Put a sheet over her and let’s get her out of here before we are seen.”

  Gregor nodded and scooped up the petite beauty of the limp body and silently carried her out the door and down the staircase. They slipped out the back door and lay Lissa in a waiting cart. Gregor and Treise climbed onto the seat. He took the reins and slapped them on the horse’s back. The cart lurched forward, heading north, disappearing into the darkness on the path to the forest where Gregor’s tower waited to welcome its next victim.

  “Where’s Lissa? Is my sister sleeping late?” Allan sat down across from Richard at the breakfast table.

  “I haven’t seen her. But it’s not unusual for a guest to sleep very late at Blackthorne House—especially someone not used to keeping late hours.”

  “Oh, well, if you think she’s alright...”

  “If you would feel better, I’ll ask Treise to look in on her.”

  “Yes, I’d appreciate that.”

  Richard turned and spoke to Miss Ballard. “Has Treise eaten breakfast yet?”

  “I haven’t seen her at all this morning, Sir Richard.”

  “Still sleeping, then?”

  “She wasn’t in her bedroom when the maid went to waken her.” Miss Ballard glanced at Allan. “She was rather busy with the men last night, Sir. Perhaps she’s still in one of their bedrooms.”

  “Send someone to find her, would you please? Perhaps she would be kind enough to wake Lady Lissa and escort her to breakfast.”

  “Very good, Sir.” Miss Ballard scowled and swished her heavy riding crop at one of the maids. “Donnella, you heard the Master.” The raven-haired girl dashed out of the dining room and trotted up the staircase, her pink buttocks flashing from under her tiny lace-trimmed skirt.

  Another of the morning maids lay a plate of breakfast in front of Allan. “Good morning, Sir. I hope you are enjoying your visit at Blackthorne House.”

  “Thank you. What’s your name?”

  “They call me Leslie, Sir.” She churned her breasts against his shoulder. “If there’s anything I can do to make your visit even more pleasant...?”

  “What time are you off duty?”

  “I’m always ‘on duty’, Sir.” She fluttered her pale blue eyes. “May I show you through the stables when you are finished eating? There are some interesting fixtures available in some of the stalls. I’m sure you would find it fun to strap me into them.”

  Allan grinned. “Certainly. Just be sure your performance meets my expectations.”

  Leslie curtsied and disappeared into the kitchen, turning at the door to blow a kiss to Allan.

  Allan turned back to Richard. “They all seem so keen to get a man into their panties.”

  “They don’t have any panties. No female at Blackthorne House ever wears panties, or bras. They are forbidden. And we men cannot wear shorts or briefs. That’s why Selby took you to my den and ordered you to remove yours.”

  “All females? Even your staff and family members?”

  “Every one, including guests. When they arrive they are escorted to the ladies’ room by my cousin, Treise. She inspects each woman and enforces the rules. There are always a few silk panties left behind after one of our parties. I must show you my collection sometime.”

  “You put them in picture frames and display them on the wall?”

  “No, that would be so ordinary. Selby, our butler, hangs them from the ceiling in my private exhibition room. They are positioned so when I walk through, they stroke my face. You must walk through with me and enjoy the sensation of a pretty girl’s panties caressing your face
.”

  “And my underwear?”

  “Don’t waste time looking for it. I expect it’s in Treise’s bedroom, dangling from the ceiling above her bed, along with all the others.”

  “Do your maids really enjoy exposing their pussys and asses to everyone’s eyes? Their maid costumes are so terribly short. When they bend over, or go up the stairs, I can see everything.”

  “They have no choice. They have to do it. Crom and Miss Ballard have taught them long and painful lessons of what they can expect if they don’t tempt every man in sight to fuck them.”

  The maid returned from her errand. She clasped her hands behind her to hide their trembling.

  There was a quiver in her voice. “I’m sorry, sir, but I cannot find Mistress Treise, or Lady Lissa, either. They are not in any of the bedrooms.”

  Allan glanced at Richard. “What...”

  Richard wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood up. “Let’s look for them ourselves. They must be somewhere in the house.”

  Chapter Four

  Doomed Debutante

  “My arms hurt!”

  Lissa heard the voice as her mind swam up from an oily black well of unconsciousness. Her eyelids were lead, too heavy to open.

  The voice spoke again, “My arms, why can’t I move them? They hurt!”

  Another, different voice, “She’s coming around, now we can have some fun.”

  Lissa dragged her eyelids up. Everything was blurred, but now she recognized the first voice. It was hers. She tilted her head back to look at her arms, stretched straight up, her wrists locked in thick leather cuffs. Chains extended upward from the cuffs to loop through a large metal ring bolted to the ceiling in the darkness above.