Bound For Pleasure at Blackthorne

by Roger Hastings

Allan lay his hand on her trembling crotch. “Can I fuck her? Watching her struggles and distress is getting me terribly horny.”

  “Yes, fucking her to orgasm would quickly restore her endurance, and then we can continue with her punishment.”

  Allan switched off the machine and backed it out of Treise’s pussy.

  “Flush her out first,” Dr. Woolsey said. “You don’t want that syrup hurting your cock. It’s vicious stuff.” He turned toward the iron-barred door. “I’ll feed and water the horses while you enjoy your captive.” He locked the door behind him and climbed the narrow stone steps to the surface, a remote, rocky promontory on the north shore of the bay.

  When Treise’s pussy was made safe for fucking, Allan climbed up between her splayed legs and pressed his manhood into her fissured temple of love. She whimpered, her pussy welcoming the change from harsh metal to the tender, living warmth of male flesh. He lowered his naked body onto Treise, pressing the length of his rigid cock deep inside her.

  “Oh, Allan,” she sobbed. “Stay in my pussy. Fuck me now. Fuck me forever.”

  Allan moaned with lust, feeling the firm clasp of Venus cradle his cock inside this raven haired beauty. Her pussy was swollen from the punishment it had endured for hours, making it grip tighter around his manhood, amplifying the ecstasy that entangled both their bodies.

  Treise’s body relaxed, her tormented vagina soothed by the smooth, rhythmic caresses of Allan’s ardent cock. “Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from hours of shrieking. “Fuck me, and fuck me, and fuck me--until we both are dust.” She kissed his shoulders and chest, panting and gasping with the hair-trigger sensitivity of her clitoris.

  “YAUGH!” Treise lunged upward against the tight leather straps. “CUMMING! UNA-A-AGH!” Her pussy spasmed, its love muscle gripping Allan’s manhood, its powerful, plucking contractions milking his spurting flood of cum into her sanctum of love. “UNGA-A-AGH! UNGA-A-AGH! UNGA-A-AGH!” Treise flung her head from side to side, her gleaming ebony hair whipping Allan’s face.

  Allan’s muscular body shuddered on top of her, his head lifted, his eyes clamped shut, his wide-open mouth bellowing his surging cock’s triumph. His manhood swelled to the limit, nuzzled deep in the velvet darkness of Treise’s treasure chamber. It throbbed and quivered, stretching out to lick every centimeter of sexual sensation. Allan crushed his hips into her groin, churning, brawling, raging to savor even one more millimeter of penetration.

  Treise’s pussy kept quaking, twitching, its muscles generating a powerful suction to drag Allan’s consummate weapon deeper into her sweet cloister.

  With a final, simultaneous shudder, they groaned together and Allan’s consummated body collapsed on her nakedness. They were both still asleep when Dr. Woolsey returned. He smiled at their deep, contented breathing, and sat down to wait.

  The sky above the wire mesh deepened into the limpid lavender of nightfall. It sank into ebony velvet pinned up with a galaxy of starry, scintillating primeval diamonds.

  Dawn found Lissa already awake. “I’m too excited to eat,” she said, turning away from the breakfast tray.”

  “You must eat something,” Aunt Caroline said. “This is your wedding day, and we have planned a strenuous ceremony for you and Richard.”

  “Strenuous? You mean ‘strenuous’, as in exciting and fun?”

  Caroline smiled. “You have to wait to find out what surprises are in store for you two love-birds.”

  Lissa gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Okay, Auntie, I’ll make myself eat everything.”

  Two maids came into Lissa’s bedroom and began dressing her as she ate. “These are funny underthings,” she said. “Why, the seams are held together with only bits and pieces of thread. How do you expect them to stay together? If I move about in them, the motion will work the threads loose, and they will fall...Off!” Lissa gasped, then blushed. “Oh! What a naughty thought I just had. Are Richard’s clothes sewn with loose threads, too?”

  “Don’t you try to guess any more, my dear. Just let things happen, and all will be well. Now hurry, there is much to do before the fun begins.”

  “Hey, what’s wrong with my tuxedo?” Richard asked. “Why is the tailor still altering it?”

  “Don’t fret,” Uncle Gerritt said. “This is a special day, and we want to make sure everything comes off as planned.” He turned to hide a grin.

  “Where is my bride? Why hasn’t she come downstairs yet? It’s almost time for our wedding.”

  “Richard--relax!” Allan said.

  “You have the ring?”

  “Yes,” Allan pounded Richard on the back. He shoved his long, lean fingers through his flaxen shock of hair. “Lighten up, brother-in-law! We are still mentally competent, even if you aren’t.” The men laughed and Richard joined in with a nervous grin.

  The ceremony began in the garden in front of the house. The groomsmen wheeled Richard down the long, paved walk to the gazebo. He was bound, spread-eagled to a rotatable frame bolted to a tall, narrow A-frame on wheels. His wrists were shackled to the top, and his ankles secured in padded cuffs at the bottom crossbar. He was elegant in his formal shirt, coat, and trousers. The family and guests smiled and clapped while Richard ducked his face and flushed.

  The music began and the tall, French doors opened. Six bridesmaids wheeled Lissa out and down the path. She, too, was suspended in a rotatable frame like Richard. Her beautiful lace and satin dress was strapless, beginning barely above her breast’s nipples, and descending down almost to her bare toes. She bit her lip, blushing and nodding bashfully at the assembly.

  She was wheeled up next to her groom, and the magistrate opened the book. He read a few lines about Adam and Eve being naked in the garden, and their desire to discover sex. Then the vows were exchanged. The frames were turned so Richard and Lissa faced each other and kissed, then separated again. The magistrate nodded to the best man and bridesmaid.

  They carried out two large boxes and set them down next to Richard and Lissa. Long white threads ran out from under the lids and ended tied to safety pins. They picked up the threads, one at a time, and pinned them to various parts of the bride and groom’s clothing.

  Aunt Caroline and Uncle Gerritt unlatched the lids and flung them open. Out jumped two dozen white rabbits, each with a thread tied to its collar. Uncle Gerritt pointed a pistol at the sky and fired. Twenty-four startled bunnies sprang away, yanking the threads taut. Both Lissa’s and Richard’s clothing flew apart, the pieces dragging along behind the rabbits. The wedding couple hung naked, next to each other. Aunt Caroline gripped Lissa’s frame, and Uncle Garrett held Richard’s. At a signal, they rotated the frames and locked them in position with bride and groom suspended upside-down.

  Cheers and shouts of congratulations burst out of a score of throats. The family and guests crowded around the wedded couple, fondling, teasing, and handling genitals. The sexual sport quickly progressed to masturbation, and the couple twisted and gasped in their bondage. When they both orgasmed simultaneously, the guests cheered and applauded, considering that to be an omen of a perfect marriage.

  Uncle Garrett opened a box of party favors and each person reached in and took one. Lissa gasped. They were short, braided, white silk whips. The crowd pressed in around the dangling pair, repositioning the frames until Richard and Lissa’s bellies were touching. Aunt Caroline wrapped a long leather belt around their waists and cinched it tight. The rest began attacking the tender flesh of their buttocks with the whips. Lisa squirmed, kicking and struggling, her naked thighs flashing in the dappled sunlight. Richard twisted and pleaded for sympathy, playing along with the game and pretending to try to escape the blows.

  The result of their struggles and the powerful sexual stimulation of their genitals in contact with each other was more than they could adsorb. In moments, Richard and Lissa were gasping and moaning, lips open, twisting their legs against the restraints. They reached a crescendo and orgasmed again. The watchers applauded and hooted as Ric
hard’s cum ran down Lissa’s thighs.

  It was the signal for the orgy to begin. Women ran from the men, shrieking, laughing, falling and rolling together when they were caught. Everyone’s clothing had been sabotaged like the bride’s and groom’s. Pieces of cloth went flying as men and women ripped off each other’s clothing in a frenzy of wanton mating.

  Hours later, naked bodies lay strewn about the garden, mixed together at random when the lovers traded partners frequently. Allan left the scene, going to the stables.

  Richard and Lissa were released from the A-frames, allowed to dress, and placed in a cart. As they were about to drive out the path to the front gate to begin their honeymoon, another cart came around the corner of the house.

  Allan sat in the driver’s seat, encouraging his mare with a tickle of the whip. Lashed to the yoke was not a horse, but a naked and very exhausted Treise. Her breasts, belly, thighs, back and buttocks were laced with a weave of whip marks. Dozens of insect bites dotted her belly, thighs and breasts.

  Never had anyone at Blackthorne House been punished so thoroughly. It would be an unforgettable lesson to her and the other girls kept here, that disloyalty to the Cailean family would not be tolerated.

  Allan guided her up to Lissa. The cart yoke creaked as Treise sank to her knees and bowed her head. Her voice sounded weary, defeated, “I’m truly sorry I caused you harm and suffering. I beg your forgiveness, Mrs. Cailean.”

  Lissa thrilled at the experience of being named Richard’s wife and partner. She leapt down from the cart and knelt before Treise, hugging her. “I forgive you. I was told you were drugged and irrational when you did all those things to me. And now your poor body has paid the penalty.” She stood, helping Treise stand up, too. “Please, let’s both forget all that. Now, let’s get you out of this horrible harness.”

  The people cheered as Lissa unfastened the straps and released Treise from the cart. The girls embraced, tears dripping from their cheeks. Allan hopped down from the cart and stood with them, embracing both girls. “Congratulations, dear sister Lissa. I wish you and Richard all the happiness life allows.”

  “And I wish the same,” Treise said between sobs.

  “And what of you?” Lissa asked her. “What will happen to you now? Where will you find happiness?”

  Treise turned and locked her arms around Allan. “Here,” she said. “I am returning with Allan, to his home.”

  “Yes,” Allan replied. “We talked. During, and after Treise’s punishment. She’s learned to find happiness without envy.” He looked down into Treise’s face. “She wanted only to give me pleasure and happiness, even when I was punishing her severely. And I learned to care for her, too. We will be married soon.”

  Treise’s dark eyes shone like fresh-minted jewels as she gazed at Allan’s smile. “We talked, and fucked, and now we want to be together forever.” She turned to Richard, “I loved you, dear cousin; loved you so desperately I made a tragic mistake. Now I have found love where it will hurt no one. I beg your forgiveness, and ask for your best wishes.”

  Richard jumped down from his cart and embraced her. “Dearest Treise, I will never forget you. I will never forget that time you initiated me. You opened my senses to the joys of sex. May you and Allan always be happy together.”

  “Well, that’s all settled.” Uncle Gerritt said.

  “Yes,” Aunt Caroline answered, “but now we have to find a replacement for Treise. She was very good at training the new girls.”

  “How about that girl Richard brought back here, the one that rescued him, uh, what’s her name?”

  “Tansy.”

  “Yes, Tansy. Let’s keep her.”

  “Why? Is she waiting for you, upstairs in your bed?”

  Uncle Gerritt grinned.

  “You rogue. What have you to say for yourself?”

  “Just this, dear sister Caroline, I’m sure someone is waiting between the sheets for you, too.”

  They laughed together and hurried back to Blackthorne House.

  Prescription For Perversion

  Chapter One

  Pleasure Cruise

  “Are you traveling across the Atlantic Ocean for pleasure, or are you with your parents?”

  The two girls laughed at Scott’s joke, gripping the ship’s rail with one hand and holding their hats down on their heads with the other to prevent the breeze from blowing them into the sea. He silently thanked the gusts for pressing their soft pastel blue dresses against their bodies, revealing the shape of their breasts and hips.

  “For pleasure,” said the taller girl with the sun-bronzed hair tossing in the wind. “Our parents were supposed to sail to Scotland with us, but father took ill and mother stayed home with him in New York. Our aunt will meet us at the dock in Glasgow.”

  Scott extended his hand. “I’m Scott Cailean, just graduated from medical college, the class of 1914, from a Canadian university medical school. I specialized in Gynecology. I’m sailing home to live with my mother, Lady Caroline Cailean, on our family estate. My cousin is Sir Richard Cailean, the Laird of Blackthorne Estate.

  “Gosh, your mom is titled nobility?” the first girl asked, shaking Scott’s hand.

  The other girl’s handshake was less enthusiastic, almost icy. “Are we supposed to know your cousin?” she said. Her cheeks dimpled with her pout, and her glossy raven hair danced in the breeze, fluttering over her jewel-green eyes.

  “Probably not,” he replied. “I was just hoping you might be impressed by my family’s titles.”

  “Oh, but your family sounds fascinating,” the first girl replied. “I’d like to know more about your family and...what was it you called your mom’s home?”

  “Blackthorne House. A fortified manor house in Scotland.”

  The shorter girl’s flirting pout had vanished. She fidgeted with the wide lavender sash around her slim waist and turned to her sister, “Kerrie, mother told us not to talk to strange men when we are alone.”

  “Oh, Piper, what can he do to us on this ship. Besides, we’re not alone. There’s almost a thousand passengers on this voyage.”

  “But Kerrie...”

  “You’re just like mother,” she said, “always scolding and spoiling our fun.” She turned back to me. “Don’t pay any mind to Poppie. My name’s Cadena. My sister’s named Piper, but all our friends call her ‘Poppie’, and they call me ‘Kerrie’.

  “We’re only half-sisters,” Poppie said. “We have the same father, but different mothers. My father re-married when my mother died. I was less than a year old, then.

  “We have two days yet before we dock,” Scott said. “Perhaps we could have dinner at my table tonight?”

  “Sure, sounds like fun.”

  “Kerrie, don’t you think...”

  “No, I don’t think,” she replied. “You do enough thinking for both of us, Poppie.” She gave me a careless smile, “And besides, whenever I start thinking, it spoils the fun.” She giggled, “There’s two of us, and only one of him, so he can’t drag us off to his cabin and...”

  “Kerrie!” her sister gasped.

  “Come on, Poppie, I’ll race you to the salon, I’m dying for a drink.” She grabbed her sister’s arm and towed her at a run toward the bow. Scott laughed and waved as they plowed into a knot of strolling passengers.

  Scott found a sheltered deck chair and sat down. Pulling out Sir Richard’s telegram, he read it again for the tenth time:

  Dear cousin Scott:

  Congratulations on attaining your degree in medicine. All the family is proud of you. Could you see your way clear to staying with us this summer? I talked it over with the family, and we still want to offer you the situation I described in my previous letter. Enclosed is a check for two hundred pounds for your ticket and expenses. My wife, Lissa, sends her love, and says she looks forward to initiating you into the family. Please reply by the ship’s wireless radio. Sir Richard.

  Scott had petitioned for invitations to join a prestigious medical prac
tice in London, at Whitechapel, or at least a situation with Charing Cross Hospital. Alas, the establishment viewed his Canadian pedigree as a stain on good breeding. With his meager funds exhausted, at least Scott was assured of provision with the family for the summer.

  “This is such jolly fun,” Kerrie said as the three laughed and talked over dinner. Even Poppie relented and joined in, her dimpled smile brightened our evening. “I had no idea the ocean was so big,” Poppie said. “There must be millions of fish in it.”

  “A billion fish,” Scott replied. “Or rather, I should say,” he pointed his fork at their plates, “three short of a billion.” He couldn’t keep his eyes off their mouths as they ate. Kerrie, with her crimson Cupid’s bow lips caressing those flesh-colored tidbits as they slid into her mouth. And Poppie’s rosebud pout, sucking on the rim of her champagne glass.

  Their dinner dresses made no secret of their feminine charms, showing another inch of their sweet pink flesh as they bent forward to pass the salt to him. Scott must have begged for the shaker a dozen times in the last half-hour. He felt the swelling of his manhood, and was grateful for it being concealed under the table.

  After dinner they promenaded along the deck, the girls squealing with glee each time they saw a blazing star fall from the incredibly clarity of the vast, endless sky. They talked of their plans and dreams; Kerrie to be a ballet star, and Poppie to be a nurse.

  “Daddy says there’s going to be a war, you know,” she said, “and there will be so many poor suffering men for me to give comfort to.”

  Scott wanted to ask her to come to his cabin and rub his swelling until it went down, but the words got wedged behind the lump in his throat. All he could eventually say was, “That’s wonderful. Perhaps we could serve in the same hospital.”

  Poppie had checked with the ship’s purser, and learned that Scott was telling the truth about himself. She guessed that being a doctor, and the son of titled and landed gentry made him a safe companion, perhaps even rich enough for a good candidate to become her husband. That proved she couldn’t read his mind and didn’t look at the bulge in his trousers. A plan had begun to form in the barbarous darkness deep in his brain.