Bound For Pleasure at Blackthorne

by Roger Hastings

  “There, in the center of the roof,” Treise said. She pointed at an arching framework eight feet long. From each end, it bowed upward, like an arched bridge. There were two narrow, curving planks nailed to the arch. At each end of the planks were a pair of cuffs. Two for wrists, and two, widely separated, for ankles.

  “There’s two planks here,” Gerritt said. “This was built for two bodies.”

  “Of course,” Treise said. “One for His Lordship, here, and one,” she flashed a wicked grin, “for you!”

  “For me! But...”

  “That’s my terms. Strip off all your clothes and lie down on one of the planks. Of course, if you don’t, I’ll just have to tell everyone, including all the maids, that you were afraid and backed out of the bet...”

  “I’m not afraid—especially of you!”

  Treise picked up a short whip from a shelf and held it upright, laying its shaft against her shoulder. She put her other fist against her naked hip and glared at Gerritt. “Strip!”

  Slowly, never taking his eyes off Treise and the short whip, he unbuttoned his shirt and trousers, letting them lay where they fell.

  “Lie down on the plank, belly up.”

  He stretched out his bulky torso on the fixture and extended his arms out beside his head. Treise locked his wrists in the cuffs. Then she pulled his legs apart and locked his ankles in the other pair of cuffs. His lordship watched with wide-eyed fascination as Treise worked the ratcheting lever, stretching Gerritt’s body taut, with his belly and cock thrust up on the highest point of the arch.

  “Not so tight, damn it, that hurts.”

  “Save your breath, Uncle. You will need it to congratulate me.” She gestured to the other man. “If you please, your lordship.” When he hesitated, she gripped his arm and shoved him against the framework. “What would you let me do to you, to cure you of your impotence? Don’t you want to fuck our pretty girls for the next two days and nights?”

  He nodded and lay his body on the second plank, his head next to Gerritt’s feet, and his feet next to Gerritt’s head. When Treise finished locking his cuffs and stretching him tight, she stepped back.

  “My, what would your mothers think of you now, if they could see you, naked prisoners of a wicked woman holding a whip?”

  She laughed and snapped it above their bellies. “Pleasure has to be paid for with pain, you know.” She stroked the leather serpent across Gerritt’s belly. “Never forget, I’m an expert at both.”

  Gerritt held his breath. His cock trembled and lifted slightly.

  “I hope you’re paying attention,” she said to His Lordship. “See how fear and helplessness arouses a man’s cock? The more I threaten him, the more his cock grows and hardens. Have you ever been afraid, your lordship? Have you ever let someone strap you down so you were totally defenseless and could not protect your body from pain?”

  He whimpered into his gag and shook his head.

  “Imagine what this must feel like,” Treise raised the whip and brought it down hard on Garret’s belly.

  “AUOW! Damn it, Treise, that hurt!”

  She dragged her fingers gently over the crimson stripe and spoke with mock sympathy. “Poor Uncle Gerritt, he’s so helpless and exposed. And here’s his wicked niece, standing over him with a whip, and he can’t do anything to stop her.”

  “Stop it, Treise. I never agreed to this.”

  She stroked her hand down his belly and wrapped her fingers around his cock. “You did say I could use any method to make His Lordship cum.”

  “What’s whipping me got to do with his cock?”

  “You’re my demonstration. I’m using your body to show him what he can do. I want him to see how bondage and skillful pain can bring forth endless orgasms. Your cock does want to cum, doesn’t it?”

  “Gawd almighty, you’re a demoness. Ungh!” His manhood was stiffening in her talented fingers. She began stroking it energetically.

  She looked at His Lordship’s face. “Now watch his cock, don’t take your eyes off it.” Treise aimed the tip of Gerritt’s manhood at her naked breasts. She raised her whip again and swung it down against the tender skin inside his thighs.

  “YEOW!--AUGH!” His cock lurched and a filament of white cum leaped up out of its tip and festooned her twin beauties.

  His lordship’s eyes widened.

  Treise swung the whip again.

  “YEOWCH! DAMN YOU!” A longer, thicker stream of his cum geysered up into the night air, again plopping on her breasts. With every strike, his cock spasmed, ejecting a joyous fountain of elixir, coating Treise’s breasts and dripping from her nipples.

  When Gerritt’s cock was exhausted, Treise released it, walking around the framework to stand beside His Lordship. She knelt down, cradling his head in her hand and dragging her dripping breasts across his face. “Smell it. A man’s cum. Yours smells like this, too. Think about your cum; think of its smell, think of it splattering against my breasts. Don’t you want to feel my breasts with your fingers, suck on them with your lips, bite them with your teeth?”

  His lordship whimpered and nuzzled his face against her breasts.

  “Look,” Treise said, and pointed to his cock. It was quivering. She spread her thighs apart and pressed her pussy against his nose. “M-m-m-m, isn’t this nice? We have a house full of pretty young girls with pussies for you to play with, and all you have to do to have them is cum for me.”

  “Twice,” Gerritt said.

  “Shut up!” Treise swung her whip, striking him hard across his chest.

  “AUGH—OW! OW!”

  At the sound of Gerritt’s howl, His Lordship’s cock stretched out and lifted.

  “You can do it,” Treise whispered in his ear. She stood up and cradled his new-born cock in her hand, caressing its length with her other. “See how much he wants a woman? Look at him throbbing. He wants to show the world you are a man!” Treise bent and sucked it into her mouth. She cupped his balls in her fingers and slowly, gently, played with them.

  His Lordship groaned in his gag, his body quivering with the age-old sensation he used to feel so many years ago. His breath snorted and his lungs sucked in a shuddering breath.

  Treise raised up, gripping his wet cock with her free hand. “How long has it been since a woman excited you? How long have you waited to feel this?” She began stroking up and down.

  He moaned into his gag.

  “Close your eyes, concentrate on what I’m doing to your cock. Think only of what it is feeling. Think of my breasts—think of my soft, warm, wet pussy. Imagine how your living cock would feel inside me. Do you see me straddling your hips? Can you see my naked torso rising and sinking over you, clasping and stroking your hungry cock? Can you see my uncovered breasts surging and dancing above you?” Her voice was soft, dreamy, and hypnotic.

  “YUNGH!” His Lordship’s hips convulsed. A thin, watery spurt flicked from his cock’s slit.

  “Again!” Treise purred. “Give me your cum.”

  “MUMPH!” Another, thicker, whiter stream spouted.

  “More!” Treise demanded. “You have to let go and release all your fears and doubts. Set your cum free!”

  “UMMH!” His whole body went stiff as all his strength shot into his cock. It spasmed rapidly, pumping out a dancing parade of ballerina sperm. Again and again it escaped into the world, waltzing, rejoicing, celebrating its restored life.

  Finally the magic moment passed. With a long, happy sigh, His Lordship rested. Treise turned to Gerritt with a self-satisfied smirk. “Told you.”

  Gerritt groaned and tilted his head back.

  “Now,” Treise said to His Lordship, “you were wonderful. As a reward for your victory, I’m going to get a pretty little present for you. Would you like a pretty little eighteen-year-old strawberry blond to play with your cock? I’ll bring her up here and you can spend the rest of the night bound to this framework, being sexually pampered by her.”

  “What about me?” Gerritt said.

/>   “Why Uncle, don’t you want to stay a prisoner right here and keep His Lordship company? You’ve told me so many times how you love to watch.”

  “You fiendish little vixen! You tricked me!” He could hear Treise’s laughter as she sped down the stairway to fetch the girl.

  Chapter Five

  Poor Richard Ravaged

  “Are you sure you want us to do this? It could be dangerous for you if he doesn’t forgive you.” The black-coated man looked at his seedy partner, who nodded.

  “I’m sure,” Treise answered in a whisper. She glanced around the room, checking to see if any patrons of the Sow’s Purse Tavern were listening.

  “Look, this idea of yours, Mademoiselle,” the man continued, “kidnapping Sir Richard, that’s risky. He’s the Laird of Blackthorne House. The Cailean’s are a very powerful family.”

  “I’m part of the Cailean family!” Treise hissed. “Do you want the money, or not. I can find another...”

  “Wait.” The man glanced at his partner again. He nodded.

  “All right, Mademoiselle. Have him in the back room of this tavern at ten o’clock tonight. We will do the rest.”

  “Remember,” Treise murmured, “he’s not to be injured or marked. I only want him out of the way for a week. By then, I’ll have my little problem tamed and sent packing back home to Aberdeen. I want my Richard returned then, safe and sound, with no idea I arranged for his kidnapping.”

  “We are professionals. You can be sure he will not come to harm.”

  “One more thing,” Treise glanced quickly around the room again. “Do you have plenty of trained girls to rape him around the clock?”

  “We have enough. Our girls will work his cock over twenty-four hours a day. He won’t get any sleep.”

  “And,” Treise’s mouth widened in a fiendish grin, “I want to watch them torment Richard, from where he won’t see me!”

  “Agreed. The money, Mademoiselle?”

  The other man held out his hand. Treise handed him a sheaf of banknotes which the man carefully counted. “This is only half of the agreed amount.”

  “You get the rest when you return Richard.”

  The two men looked at each other, then back to Treise. The first man spoke. “You realize, Mademoiselle, what happens to careless young women who neglect to pay? They get chloroformed and shipped off to an Asian brothel. Will you keep that fact in mind?”

  Treise glared at them. “I know the rules. I’m in the same business myself. I have the money ready.”

  “Good.” The men stood up. “Ten o’clock then?”

  “I’ll make certain he is here.” Treise reached under her left armpit and scratched.

  The second man frowned. “Are the injections vexing you?”

  “A little. But I need more. Do you have one with you?”

  “This drug is powerful, Mademoiselle, it is dangerous to take too much...”

  “You promised I could have as much as I want. You said it will make me sexy and irresistible to Richard. Hand it over, I need it!”

  He glanced at the first man, who shrugged and nodded. “Very well, but remember, it can affect your sanity...”

  Treise’s hand shot out, palm upward. “Just give it to me!”

  He shook his head and handed her a small cylinder wrapped in brown paper. “At least wait until tomorrow.”

  “Good-bye, gentlemen!”

  The man threw down a crumpled banknote to pay for their drinks. “Wait ten minutes, then leave. You mustn’t be seen leaving with us.” The men turned and went out, disappearing in the crowded streets of Lympwyck Village.

  “It’s a note from Lissa!” Richard nearly tumbled down the stairway in his haste. Allan leapt from his chair and rushed over the foot of the stairs. “Read it!”

  Richard’s hand trembled as he read;

  ‘Please deliver this note to Blackthorne House.

  Richard, please help me. I was locked in a back room of the Sow’s Purse Tavern. They are forcing me to service their customers in a horrid brothel. I heard the men say they will bring me back to the tavern tonight at ten o’clock to abuse me themselves. Please, don’t bring the police--they say they will kill me the instant they see a policeman.’

  Allan’s face went white. “It looks like Lissa’s writing. My God, Richard, we have to be there and rescue poor Lissa before those men...”

  “I’ll kill them,” Richard said with a growl. “I’ll strangle them with my bare hands!” He calmed and controlled his voice. “You’re sure this note is genuine? It may just be a hoax to get ransom money.”

  “It looks like her writing. How did you get this note?”

  “Selby brought it to me. He says one of the red-haired tavern girls knocked at our door this morning and told him she found it in the back room when she was cleaning.” He glared in the direction of Lympwyck. “We can’t afford to doubt it. We have to save Lissa from those ravening wolves.”

  Richard and Allan pushed their way through the crowded tavern to the bar.

  “What’s yer gentleman’s pleasure?” The bartender winked and tilted his head toward the line of waiting barmaids.

  “We want to use the back room for awhile,” Richard said.

  “Of course, of course. And which of our lovelies would you prefer to snug with?” His grin widened.

  “Look,” Allan said, “We just want the room, not the...”

  “Not the whole night,” Richard interrupted. “And I think those two redheads would be perfect for what we have in mind.”

  “Ah-h-h-h,” the bartender exhaled with zest, “That would be Dolly and her sister, Tansy. You have a good eye, Sair.” He beckoned to the girls and they pranced over, giggling. “These gentlemen would like to be gettin’ to know you two better. Take them in the back room and make them comfortable in yer own special style.”

  “Evening, Sirs,” they both curtsied and grasped Richard and Allan by the hand, towing them toward the locked door. One girl produced a key tucked into the top of her stocking, and unlocked it.

  “It’s dark in here,” Allan said.

  “Don’t be worried, Sir, we’ll light the lamp and show you everything.” The girls raised their skirts above their waists. They wore nothing under them. As the two men admired the girls’ ginger-haired pussy muffs, Richard caught a slight movement from the corner of his eye. He turned just as the club struck. As he fell, his last memory was the sound of Allan struggling with his adversary.

  “Comfortable?”

  Richard’s eyelids fluttered.

  “He’s waking up,” another girl’s voice said.

  “What? Where...Uh-h-h-h” He lifted his head and squinted at the blurry vision.

  “Now you just rest, and let us do the worrying. You are in good hands.”

  “And mouths,” said the other girl, giggling.

  “Why am I here?” The dark clouds in his mind were clearing.

  Another girl’s voice spoke. “You’re on holiday, Sir Richard. Everything is arranged for your pleasure and entertainment.”

  Richard moved his head from side to side. Now he could see the three naked girls, stroking their hands eagerly over his equally naked body. There were jars of tinted liquids and all-too familiar objects arranged on a table next to him. He looked down at his naked body.

  Black leather straps pulled him tight against a framework leaning backward at a thirty degree angle. He stood, leaning back, legs forced wide apart, his arms pulled straight behind him and strapped down to almost horizontal wooden shafts. His defenseless body was completely exposed, held motionless and rigged for the girl’s game.

  “Where am I? And where is Lissa?”

  “Lissa? Who’s Lissa?” The girl looked at her two colleagues. They shrugged and shook their heads. “We don’t know any Lissa.”

  Richard judged from their expressions and tone of voice that they were telling him the truth. “Where am I?” he asked again.

  The blond reached down and gently grasped his limp cock. �
��Now don’t you be upsetting yourself. You’re here for only one reason.” She giggled. “Can’t you guess?”

  The brunette unstopped a vial of amber liquid and poured a dainty stream of it on Richard’s cock. The blonde ran her fingers over it, kneading the fragrant oil into the skin of his manhood. The brunette added some oil to her fingers and cupped his balls, kneading them. “Isn’t this paradise, luv?”

  The third girl stood on a stool and held Richard’s head in her hands, pressing his face into her cranberry-colored hair, and abundant breasts. “Bite them, Sir, if you’d like.”

  “No, stop. Please, I must find Lissa.”

  “You must be quiet, now Sir, or we must gag you.” She glanced at the whips lying on the table. “From now on, you mustn’t think of anything but cumming. You are our prisoner, and we have an unbreakable rule here: prisoners who don’t cum for us are punished severely.”

  Richard felt his cock enlarging, lifting, luxuriating in the hands of the beautiful girls. “No, please,” his voice weakened, “not now. Please don’t make me cum this way. I have to find...Mmmph!” The gag filled his mouth as the cranberry-haired girl buckled the straps tight around his head.

  Treise leaned forward in her hiding place, grinning wolfishly, panting softly. She moaned with delight as she studied every motion of the girls, and the flabbergasted consternation on Richard’s face.

  The girls’ voices softened into a sing-song narrative praising the delights of fleshly surrender. Richard groaned into his gag, closing his eyes and fighting the triple assault on his helpless body.

  “O-o-o-h,” the blonde cooed, “he’s getting excited. See his cock dance?” She released it and the pounding blood in Richard’s manhood made it wiggle like a conductor’s baton.

  “I want to touch it,” the cranberry-haired girl said.

  “Yes, let’s take turns forcing him to cum,’ the brunette said. “We have him until dawn, then the other three girls get to play with him.”

  Richard’s eyes opened wide and rolled back and forth, desperately searching for a way of escape. There were bars all around him, a huge cage making a human zoo. Even if he could tear apart the thick leather straps binding him, he would still be a prisoner of these insatiable girls. Beyond the cage there were only stone walls with dark squares of cloth draped high up on them.