Who’s doing this to me, and why. What are they doing to my sweet Lissa. Oh, Lissa, are they hurting you? Richard stared at the black cloth on the wall facing him. Whoever you are behind that curtain watching my agony, please, please, don’t hurt my little Lissa.
“He’s going to cum real soon,” the cranberry-haired girl said. She was enjoying her turn stroking Richard’s cock. “I can feel his cock trembling. He can’t hold it back much longer.”
“Look at me,” the blonde said to Richard. She knelt down in front of his cock and opened her mouth wide. “Aim carefully,” she said to the girl stroking him.
“Mumph!” Richard bellowed into his gag. His hips shuddered with the effort to resist. It was hopeless. A spurt of creamy nectar erupted from the tip of his manhood and arrowed into the blonde’s mouth. She gurgled with delight as Richard’s cock surrendered more and more of his cum to these love-bandits.
When he exhausted his supply, the girl kept stroking, not letting his cock escape the stress of being stimulated. Richard moaned and shook his head, pleading with his eyes.
“Oh, don’t think we’re finished with you,” the brunette said. “There’s three of us so we can take turns without ever stopping. Your cock is on a twenty-four hour a day schedule of ceaseless stroking and sucking. There will be one of us stroking your cock and tickling your balls every minute of the day and night. And if you don’t cum when we order you to, there’s always the whip. Right, girls?”
They all laughed and caressed Richard’s thighs.
Treise joined in with her vengeful grin, “I’m going to watch you suffer, Richard,” she said to herself. “I’m going to listen to you beg and plead and cum a thousand times, until you forget about that stupid little bitch and say you will marry me!” She leaned back and sipped her goblet of wine. She turned to the man sitting next to her. “Order your girls to remove his gag. I want to hear him beg.”
“I still think you are going too far. Sir Richard is a very powerful man.”
“What?” Treise laughed and pointed. “Look at him! Three young girls are turning him into a blubbering weakling. He will be so relieved to regain his freedom, he will feel only gratitude toward me.”
The man shook his head and left to deliver her request.
The morning sun rose over the edge of Scotland, gilding the meadows and moors, warming the hillsides and mountains. But Richard never saw it. He was still in this underground hell, strapped to that unyielding frame, his naked body drenched with sweat. His head rolled from side to side, his now unfettered mouth pleading.
“No, please, no! Don’t make me cum anymore. I have to find Lissa. Please stop stroking my cock!”
The girl kept massaging Richard’s still erect, feverish manhood. “Do you want us to whip you again? If you don’t cum by the time I count to one-hundred, I’ll tell the brunette to give your belly another ten strokes. Get the whip, Nellie.”
“Yes, Dolly, I hope he can’t cum—I want to whip him again!” She turned to Tansy, “Isn’t this such jolly fun?” But cranberry-haired Tansy didn’t join in the laughter.
“No—no! Please don’t force my cock to cum again. It makes my balls so sensitive to the cuddling and tickling!”
“Eighty-nine, ninety. Ninety-one--better hurry up, Nettie’s whip is getting restless--ninety-four...”
“Ungh! Augh! Ungh!” Richard’s cock shuddered and a watery dribble of cum seeped out into Tansy’s cupped hands. She held it up, showing it to whoever was watching behind that black curtain.
A hollow, disguised voice spoke just one word from behind the curtain, “Continue.”
Tears ran down Richard’s cheeks as the Brunette kept itching and squeezing his overworked and drained balls. He moaned and rocked his head from side to side. “No, please! AUGH! Oh, let go of my balls. AH! Stop, for pity’s sake, it’s too much pleasure. It’s driving me mad!”
The dark man standing next to Treise behind the curtain bent and whispered anxiously, “Mademoiselle, I really think...”
“I’m not paying you to think,” she shot back. “I’m paying you handsomely to teach Richard a lesson. Since he has inflicted so much pain on me, then I have a right to do this to him.”
“But Mademoiselle, we have heard how you enjoy being abused, and...”
Treise turned her head and glared into his eyes. “Sexually abused. That’s fun! But to have him break my heart--I can’t endure that pain.” She stood up, “I have to get back to Blackthorne House to get rid of that cheap little minx that wants Richard all for herself. I’ll be back this evening, and I better see Richard in much worse condition than he is now, or...”
The man raised his hands in mock surrender. “My three girls are experts. They trained all the young ladies who service my customers at the Sow’s Purse.” He glanced at Richard. “That poor devil will be struggling and raving like a bull in a breeding pen by the time you return.”
“Good. Now, saddle my horse and bring him to me at the door.” She scratched her armpit and took one last look at the spectacle in the cage. She pressed three banknotes into the man’s hand. “Give one to each of the girls. Their performance is giving me just the satisfaction I hoped for.”
Doctor Woolsey’s carriage clattered along the curving path and stopped in front of Blackthorne House. He jumped down and hurried around to the other side and helped down a man wearing a large white bandage around his head.
Aunt Caroline and Addy ran out the front door and up to the men. “Allan, what happened? We’ve been so worried.”
“He’s still in a bit of a shock, ladies,” Dr. Woolsey said. “Had a nasty knock on his head, but he will be all right in a few days. Needs rest, though, and no excitement.”
“Got to find Richard,” Allan mumbled.
“Richard?” Addy asked. “What about Richard? Where is my brother?”
“We were attacked in the Sow’s Purse. I don’t know what happened after that.”
“Sow’s Purse?” Addy puckered her lips in puzzlement. “What’s the Sow’s Purse?”
Dr. Woolsey shook his head, “A disreputable den of drink, gambling, and prostitution. I can’t imagine why they would go there...”
“My sister,” Allan said. “Richard got a note from Lissa. She was being held captive in a brothel, forced to...” He choked, and a tear slid down his cheek.
“Doctor,” Addy said, “lend us your carriage and horse. We have to get there as soon...”
“No, Addy,” Caroline said. “We would not find Richard or Lissa there. Everyone would deny seeing them. And, we might be putting Richard in greater jeopardy. If we go nosing around Lympwyk asking questions, they would move him and Lissa farther away, maybe even to the continent.”
“Then the police!”
“No!” Caroline stroked Addy’s hair to calm her. “People in our business don’t ever summon the police.”
“But we have to do something!”
“We will, dear. Go tell Crom, and ask him to fetch his pistol. Better ride out to the tower and get Gregor, too. He and Crom will find Richard and Lissa. I’m tired of the Cailean Family being persecuted. Someone will pay for all of this, and I will personally carry out their sentence!” She put her arm around Allan, and helped him into the house with Dr. Woolsey’s assistance.
“I must go with you,” Allan said with a moan.
“No, you won’t,” Dr. Woolsey said. “You’re going straight to bed, and without one of those maids. You need rest.” He turned to Caroline. “I’ll stay here with him. When you find Richard and Lissa, bring them both here, they will most likely need medical care.”
“I will.” Caroline’s face was grim. “I have a pistol, too, and my father taught me how to make good use of it. In our kind of business, a fist full of steel is the best answer to any difficulty.”
The evening twilight peeked in through the west window of the parlor. “What’s keeping Addy?” Caroline asked. “She’s had plenty of time to ride out to Gregor’s tower and return with him.”
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“Perhaps Gregor was patrolling in the forest, and she had to search for him.”
“Well, I don’t want to wait any longer, it’s beginning to get dark. I’ll leave a message with Selby for her and Gregor. They can meet us in the village. Let’s go.”
Crom shifted the weight of his cavalry pistol’s holster dangling from his old army belt. “You and I can handle any problem we’re likely to encounter.”
“Why aren’t you still whipping her!” Treise glared at Gregor and Lissa, obviously interrupted in the middle of oral sex.
Lissa turned her head, smiling at Treise as his cum dripped from her chin. She waggled Gregor’s wet cock, “Isn’t it magnificent!” She released it and held up her chained wrists. “This is fun! I’m so glad you brought me here for this game.”
“Shut up, you cheap whore!” She glared at Gregor, “We brought her here to punish! Not to pleasure your manhood. I thought I could trust you?”
Gregor’s good-natured laugh rumbled in the circular room, “You’re a fine one to talk about trust. You’ve betrayed your loyalty to your own family. What do you think they will do to you when they find out?”
“They won’t find out!” she scowled at Lissa. “If you can’t punish her, then I will. Chain her up, hanging from the ceiling. Where’s your heaviest whip?”
“No!” Gregor thundered.
“What do you mean, ‘No!’? I’m a Cailean, and you’re our employee. Obey orders!”
“No!” Gregor laughed again, catching her wrist in the powerful grip of his gargantuan fist. “You’re not a Cailean. Your father was Mallory Chantell, a Frenchman. Your mother was only a sister of Richard’s mother. You’re not a Cailean by blood, and you can’t inherit. My contract is with the Cailean family, not with you.”
“Why, you...” Treise struggled in his grip, gritting her teeth and hissing.
Gregor was chuckling, grinning at her wild dance in his grip. He stopped suddenly and released her, the grin vanishing from his face.
Treise snarled at him, “You beast! I’m going to...”
“Quiet!” Gregor whispered. She subsided, turning her head toward the window.
Down the forest path leading to Gregor’s tower they heard the staccato clippity-clip of Addy’s horse approaching.
Gregor motioned for Treise to take Lissa upstairs and keep her quiet. He grabbed a rope and slipped over beside his door, waiting for their uninvited guest.
Richard’s unconscious, sweat-drenched body hung limply in the wooden framework, held erect by the tight leather straps.
“He’s coming around now,” one girl said.
“Good,” said the second girl, busy stroking his by now sore, inflamed cock, “we’ve been masturbating him continuously for twenty hours. I always wanted to do this to a man, make him keep cumming until every drop we squeeze out of his cock is a painful spasm for him. I want to enjoy every minute of this. We may never get a chance to do this again.”
“Yes, but our shift is over in a few minutes. It’s the other three girl’s turn with him.”
“You know, he really is a handsome man, and his body is so strongly muscled. I bet he could really drive us wild with orgasms. Seems such a waste to let his cum dribble into a bedpan.”
“Yes,” the third girl said as she continuously squeezed and mauled Richard’s tortured balls. “I wish I had him chained in my bed instead of strapped to this rack. I’d really wring his manhood dry.”
“I’d like to give his tongue a workout,” the first girl said. “Having a man’s head clamped between my thighs is the best sex I’ve ever enjoyed.”
Richard moved his head slowly and moaned as he woke. “Un-n-ngh! Uhhh! Oh, gawd, it’s still happening. Augh! Stop, please, my cock feels like it’s being turned inside-out.” His words ended with an exhausted whimper.
Tansy, the cranberry-haired girl, came in through the door. “My turn, girls. Your shift is over.”
“Where are Dolly and Anna? They are supposed to torment his cock with you.”
“Oh, they will be here in a minute. The Master is giving them more instructions.” She glanced up at the black curtain. “Is the queen of cruelty still watching?”
“No, she left hours ago and hasn’t returned. It’s not as much fun without an audience.”
“Oh, well, it’s a dirty job, but someone has to do it.” they all giggled.
Tansy unlocked the cage door and let the three girls out. She gripped Richard’s trembling cock and stroked. “How’s this feel?” she asked with a wicked grin.
“Augh! Too much!” was all he could manage.
When the other three girls were gone, Tansy glanced quickly at the curtain. No sign of its movement from the draft that would be caused by the door opening. The concealed room was still empty.
“No, please, you’re killing me.” Richard struggled to get the faint words out of his mouth.
“Hush!” Tansy released his cock and began unbuckling the straps holding him prisoner. “Are you strong enough to walk? I’ve got to get you out of here!”
“Why?...”
“I can’t stand to see you suffer like this, and all the others laughing at your agony. I believe that men are the masters, and women need to be their assistants, or even better, their willing sex slaves. I drugged the other two girls to stop this injustice. Now let’s get out of here before someone discovers you’ve escaped.”
She towed him along a back corridor as he stumbled on wobbling legs. “Just a little farther. I have a horse and cart waiting behind this building. We can be back in Lympwyk before they start after us.” She opened the door slightly and put her eye to the crack. “No one about. Come on!” She boosted Richard’s exhausted body into the back of the cart and threw a blanket over him.
“Thank you for your kindness,” he mumbled.
Jumping into the driver’s seat, she whipped up the horse and they galloped away.
After a few miles Richard pushed the blanket off his head and raised up on his elbows. “Take me back to my estate, Blackthorne House.”
“Which way?” the wind caressed her naked body and blew her cranberry hair back, revealing her lovely face.
“Where are we?”
“You were being held in the Master’s sex prison, hidden in a woods ten miles east of Lympwyk. This winding dirt road is the only way back to the village.”
“Just before we get to Lympwyk, take the road off to the left. Then we should be at the gates of my estate in fifteen minutes. They won’t follow us there.”
“What about the Master and his partner? Won’t they try to recapture us?”
“They’d be fools to try. Besides, we have guards who will shoot to kill if I give the order.”
“Wonderful!” Tansy grinned and leaned forward into the wind, cracking the whip in the air over the horse’s rump. “Yee-ha!” The cart vanished in a cloud of dust.
The moon, round, gravid-bellied and full, rose behind them as the cart veered, tilting wildly when Tansy turned the galloping horse west onto Blackthorne Road. In the distance far ahead, another cart was approaching.
“Will they try to stop us?” Tansy asked.
“I’m not sure,” Richard said. “In a few seconds they will be close enough to see.” He dragged his body painfully up on the seat next to Tansy. “What will they think,” he said, grinning at her, “seeing a man and woman, both naked, out for an evening’s ride?”
“I brought this,” she said, reaching into the wooden box under the seat. She pulled out a small revolver. “It is one of the Master’s pistols. I didn’t want him chasing us with it.”
“Clever girl!” Richard took the pistol and kissed her cheek.
“Halloo...” called the woman in the approaching cart.
Richard leaned forward, the wind making his eyes water. “Aunt Caroline!” He grabbed Tansy and hugged her roughly. “It’s my Aunt, and Crom, one of our security guards. We are safe!”
“Thank the spirits,” Caroline said as both carts halted bes
ide each other. She jumped into his cart and hugged Richard. “And who is this young beauty?”
“My rescuer,” he replied. “Aunt Caroline, this is...uh...”
“Tansy,” the girl said. She tried to cover her breasts with her hands, giving Caroline and Crom a shy smile.
“She saved me at the risk of her own life,” Richard said. He stood up and looked behind them. “We are probably being followed. We better get back to Blackthorne House as fast as possible.”
Caroline was staring at Richard’s swollen, inflamed cock. “Richard! What have they done to you?”
Crom growled and lay his hand on the butt of his pistol. “Tell me who did this to you, Sir Richard, and I’ll...”
“Later, when we get home. Aunt Caroline, you and Tansy trade carts. Tell me what’s been happening while I was gone.”
They turned the sweating horses around and galloped the carts back to Blackthorne House single file.
“Lissa is still missing,” Caroline said. “And now Addy, too.”
“Addy! How?”
“We sent her to fetch Gregor to help rescue you, but she never came back. We couldn’t wait, and we had to find you first.”
“I’ll ride out to Gregor’s tower as soon as we get back.”
“No you won’t. Just look at you. You look like you haven’t slept in a week, and you’re trembling with exhaustion. Dr. Woolsey is waiting at the house with Allan. He will tend to your poor cock while Crom and I search for Addy.”
She scowled. “I’m beginning to see an ugly picture developing in my mind. Treise left the house at the same time Lissa disappeared. She came back and took a horse and cart to Lympwyck, then you disappeared. She returned again, and now she’s God-knows-where, and Addy has disappeared. I don’t like what I’m thinking.” She pulled out her small pistol and checked the bullets in the cylinder. “I don’t like it at all, and someone is going to pay!”
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