Bound For Pleasure at Blackthorne

by Roger Hastings

  “All right, I promise.” Scott flushed slightly, “Actually, I’m eager to see what really goes on here.”

  “Good.” She led him down another passage past a collection of family pictures on the walls, and through an archway into the parlor. His breath halted in his throat.

  There were two men, then a severe looking woman gripping a long, heavy riding crop, then eight of the loveliest girls Scott had ever seen. Except for Kerrie and Poppie, of course. They were all dressed in the same skimpy maid’s costume, a thick, black leather collar on their necks, and looked like they couldn’t be more than eighteen years old. At the end of the line was a stocky, plain-faced woman in the white uniform of a cook.

  Scott was still staring at the maids’ suggestive costumes. He had to force himself to listen to what his mother was saying.

  “...Chalmers, our estate manager.”

  “Welcome, Mr. Cailean.” He shook Scott’s hand with his strong grip, smiling under his blonde mustache.

  “Please,” Scott replied, “I want all the staff to call me Scott.”

  “Mr. Scott,” his mother added. “Now, this is Shawe, our gamekeeper. He lives in the cottage at the back of the lawn, just where the meadow and pasture begins.”

  “What kind of game do you manage?” Scott asked.

  “The two-legged, non-flying kind, mostly,” he said with a wink.

  Scott could guess what that might be, but he held his tongue as they shook hands.

  “Next,” his mother said, “is Miss Ballard, our Mistress of Discipline. She is in charge of our maids. We allow her to do anything she thinks is necessary to keep these girls obedient and anxious to please us. Do not interfere with her methods. If you must protest, come to me.”

  “Mr. Scott.” She shifted the riding crop to her other fist and gave a quick, dominant shake to his hand. Her dark hair was beginning to gray, and her black dress was tight on her torso. Her abundant breasts and slim hips showed their outlines clearly. A row of pearl buttons held it closed from her neck to the hem just below the tops of her high-heeled boots. She stepped out of line and aimed her crop at the first girl. “Janna, Sir Richard’s personal maid.”

  “Welcome, Master. Obeying you will be my joy.” Her pale blonde hair caressed her shoulders as she bent her head. The metal ring on her wide leather collar dangled as she dipped to curtsy and lifted the bottom of her extremely short skirt. The flash of her seductive pink thighs made Scott’s heart skip a beat. Her legs were arrayed in white stockings, their pink-ribboned hems just above her knees. Her loose white blouse was held together with a lavender ribbon loosely tied. Scott could see most of her ample charms, and just a hint of cinnamon-brown aureoles with their ruby-gem nipples. He wanted to find out if they tasted as delightful as they looked.

  What startled Scott most was the fading purple marks on their shoulders and thighs. They had all been beaten, and fairly often, judging from the variation in color.

  Miss Ballard trained her crop on the next maid. “Margo.”

  “Welcome, Master.” The petite, black haired girl curtsied and spoke barely above a whisper with a French accent. “Your pleasure is forever my duty.” As she lifted her skirt, Scott caught a glimpse of a dark tangle of hair.

  “Aren’t they wearing...”

  “Hush!” Scott’s mother said with a scowl.

  Miss Ballard targeted the next maid, a smiling black girl with the largest breasts Scott had ever seen. “Sanura.”

  “Welcome, Master. Please let me serve your desires.” She curtsied with a sly wink and a bold lift of her skirt. Scott was right, the dark thatch of her pussy hair was exposed for his inspection.

  “Kama.”

  A small, slight-bodied, trembling Japanese girl with long, shining black hair dipped and lifted her skirt. She kept her head bowed, not looking at Scott.

  “Kama!” Miss Ballard snarled, “Your Master wants to see your face. Pleasure him!”

  The girl lifted her head. Her eyes were obsidian jewels set in opal, brimming with tears. The dainty crimson softness of her lower lip was quivering.

  “You have disgraced me in front of your Master. What have you to say, young lady?”

  The girl’s eyes closed and her chest shuddered with her sobs. “Forgive, Master...Kama Sorry!” She sank to her knees and hugged Scott’s legs. “Sorry! Please don’t whip...”

  “Kama!” Miss Ballard lunged forward with instant fury and gripped the girl’s hair, jerking her to her feet. “Wicked girl! You know it is forbidden to touch a Master or Mistress without permission!” She whirled around to Shawe, “Take this good-for-nothing rubbish to the cellar for punishment. You know what to do.”

  The Japanese girl was shaking. “No! Please, Kama sorry. Kama will obey! Don’t...”

  Miss Ballard tapped her riding crop across Kama’s lips. “Silence, you naughty girl!” She leaned forward, her scowling face only inches from Kama. “You’re not ready to serve. I’m sending you straight back to the cellar for more training.” She nodded grimly to Shaw and he dragged her out of the parlor.

  All the other maids were trembling as Miss Ballard turned back to them.

  When he rest of the blonde, brunette, and red-headed maids had been introduced, with their curtsies and timid flashes of pussy hair, Lady Caroline introduced the dreamy-eyed woman standing patiently at the end of the line. “This is Lara, our cook. She’s a simple person, but loyal and dedicated to our family. Please treat her with kindness.”

  “How do you do, Miss Lara.” Scott shook her offered hand.

  She mumbled some welcome, ending with, “Pleasure, Sair.”

  Miss Ballard whacked her riding crop in the leather-gloved palm of her hand. The girls all winced at the noise. “Master Scott is ready for breakfast. Serve him!” They dashed off to the kitchen, followed by the stocky-legged, steady pace of Lara. Scott‘s Mother left to tend to her duties as Mistress of Blackthorne, and Miss Ballard escorted him to the dining room.

  “The family is still sleeping,” she said. “They are most always entertained by the servants until the small hours of the morning, then they sleep until noon tea.”

  Scott ate a solitary breakfast at the huge dining table, served and distracted by the nearly undressed maids. Selby showed him to his room after Scott had eaten and he napped until noon tea. He was awakened by a timid knock on his door.

  “Come in.”

  A lovely girl, hardly over five feet three inches tall, even in her high-heeled shoes, stepped in. Her sable mane of hair trailed past her shoulders and down her back. Her eyes were the intense green of washed bottles on a windowsill catching the sunlight. Her mouth was a red rose about to bloom, and when she spoke, it was the whisper of wind in tree-blossoms.

  “Excuse me, Master Scott, Sir Richard sent me to invite you to take tea with him in the garden.”

  “Thank you, er, what is your name?”

  “They call me Juli, Master.”

  “Thank you, Juli. You may leave now, and I’ll get dressed.”

  “Please don’t order me to leave, Master. It is my duty to dress you.

  “What?”

  “I will dress you, Master. The men always have us girls dress them in the morning, and undress them when they go to bed.” She went to the closet and returned with a shirt and riding trousers. “Master Richard is taking you for a tour of his estate after tea.” She lay the clothes over the chair and pulled back the bedclothes.

  “Let me help you, Master.” She took Scott’s arm and nearly pulled him out of bed. “No, no, Master, I’m supposed to remove your pajamas.” She stripped him naked while he stood blushing, wondering how he was supposed to respond. Juli sank gracefully to her knees and pressed her warm, soft lips against his cock. “I serve your cock, Master.” Scott’s cock twitched instinctively at her touch. He wondered if Kerrie or Poppie would ever give him this thrill.

  Juli held his pants and bent to slip them up his legs.

  “Wait, uh...” Scott fumbled for the words, “I was w
ondering...hoping...would you...uh... show me what is...under your skirt?”

  “Yes, Master, I will obey.” She grasped the hem of her short skirt and lifted it high. “See, Master there’s nothing under my skirt to hide my pussy.” Her words were casual, but there was a look of shame and humiliation flickering in her eyes.

  A lacy nest of tawny curls decorated her pussy. She slid her feet apart to reveal more of it.

  “It’s beautiful, Juli. I wish I could touch you.”

  Her voice was flat, and her words came out like a recording. “Please touch me, Master. I am your possession, you can do anything you want to with me.”

  Scott saw just a hint of tears in her emerald eyes, but the temptation was too great to forego. He sat down on the bed and fondled her pussy.

  “Please fuck me, Master.” Her voice was quavering.

  “Do you really want me to?”

  “Yes, Master. I...I...” a sob broke from her lips and the tears ran down her cheeks. “I have to let you.”

  “Here, here,” Scott said softly. He wrapped his arms around her petite body and pulled her against him. “Let your skirt down and sit on my lap.” He lifted her fragile body easily and settled her across his naked thighs. Pressing her head to his shoulder, Scott let her cry for a few minutes while he reassured her he would not harm her.

  When her tears stopped, Scott stood her up and said, “Let’s get me dressed, then we both can go to tea.” She reached up and pulled his head down while standing on her toes to kiss him. “I love you, Master Scott,” she whispered in his ear. “Please tell Master Richard you want me to pleasure you in your bed tonight.”

  Richard’s family was awake now, taking tea in the garden. Richard strode over to Scott, and began introducing him to the members. “Here is my dear wife, Lissa. Shake her hand quickly, before she has a chance to slip it into the front of your trousers.”

  A flaxen-blonde girl of eighteen smiled up at him, stroking her breast outlined under the silky blue fabric of her dress with one hand as she shook Scott’s with the other.

  “Dear cousin Scott, the doctor. O-o-oh, such big muscles!”

  “I was on the Rugby team, and did some wrestling.”

  “If you’re as big between the legs as what I can see now, you can wrestle me in bed any time.”

  Richard laughed, “That’s a compliment, Scott, and I think she just tricked you into obligating yourself. She’s very enthusiastic about fucking, and a vicious little hellion with a whip. She can really make a man or girl dance until they faint from fear and exhaustion. Since she’s not a blood relative, we selected her to initiate you tonight.”

  Lissa’s hand drifted up the inside of his thigh, traveling from his knee, until her wily fingers quivered a moment against Scott’s manhood. “I’m so looking forward to initiating you into the family tonight, Scott. Then...after my fun with you, I want you to watch me train those pretty little girls you brought home with you.”

  She wrapped her arms around him, squeezing fiercely. Her bright blue eyes glittered with a smoldering, predatory joy. “Well...I begged Richard to let me initiate you, and he said yes.” Her smile was radiant as she continued, “But my dear husband made me agree to be blindfolded, stripped naked, chained and staked out spread-eagled on Kidnapper’s Island. Then, for twenty-four hours, I’m totally helpless while everyone on the estate takes turns abusing me any way they want to, and the men can fuck my pussy or my mouth. It’s going to be such fun—and you know what? The best part is, I’ll be blindfolded, and never know who is doing it to me!”

  Lissa turned to Richard, reached her arms up around his neck and giggled, her eyes gleaming up at his face. “You’re so sweet.” She winked at Scott, “Thank you so much, dear husband, for letting me have him tonight. He’s going to be such a splendid male for me to use my toys on.” She kissed Richard and turned back to Scott. “You’re a lucky man, dear cousin-in-law. Wait until you see Kerrie and Poppie’s naked bodies. They are luscious!”

  “They were willing to take off their clothes in front of you?”

  “No, they definitely were NOT willing. I had to do it for them.” She placed a hand on her hip and swiveled it suggestively. She slipped the fingers of her other hand under the waistband of his trousers and made them move like the blades of scissors snipping through cloth.

  “Oh!” Scott blushed.

  “Who’s this fine young man?” The stocky, walrus-mustached man in waistcoat and jacket waved his cigar-filled hand and extended the other to Scott.

  Mother pulled him away from the youthful temptress. “Scott, this is my brother, your Uncle Gerritt.”

  “Pleased to meet you sir. Mother has said many...”

  “Yes, yes, ‘nice things about me’. Don’t worry young man, they’re all untrue. I’m a rascal, a perverted abuser of young girls, a merciless, fiendish monster—and so will you be, once you’re initiated by this cruel and cunning young female beast. She’ll make the Blackthorne spirit seep into your bones.”

  “But I’m a doctor, and I have to...”

  “You’re a Cailean, Scott. Lechery and mastery of beautiful female bodies is in our blood. You’ll not escape it.”

  Scott‘s mother led him around to all the others. When they came to the last; a freckled, pixie-faced girl, her head shone with a swirled crown of long, flame-red hair, framing her luminous blue-amber eyes. Caroline introduced her, “Scott, this red-haired little spitfire is Ginger Rosabel. She’s barely five feet tall, but she’s already completed her seventeenth year of life and after my cousin and her husband died in that terrible accident early this spring, we adopted her and she moved in with us. She will be eighteen on her birthday next week, and we want you to initiate her into the family.”

  “Hello, Scott.” She grinned and tilted her head, appraising his body from head to toes. “The family won’t tell me anything about it, but I hope you’re going to make it fun for me.” She pressed her succulent body against his and gave him a quick hug.

  Scott shrugged his shoulders. “What is all this talk about initiation? Some boring lecture about ‘family and duty’, and all that rot?”

  His remark kindled a ripple of laughter among the group.

  “Auntie Caroline, don’t tell him!” Lissa said.

  His mother smiled. “I will only say this Scott, every member of this family; by blood, marriage, or adoption, must be initiated on their eighteenth birthday. You and Richard are the only ones who didn’t undergo the ceremony on your eighteenth birthdays, because you were in Canada during that year, and Richard was traveling. We prefer to do it when you are young and innocent, and we keep it a secret from the boy or girl to make their experience as intense, vivid, and terrifying as possible. I’m sorry Richard told you that you would be initiated, now you won’t enjoy the full impact.”

  Lissa’s eyes were wide and scintillating as she stared at Scott’s body. He could hear just a few of the words she was whispering, “...he’ll feel the impact.”

  After tea Chalmers took Scott for a tour of the estate, on horseback. They saw the moor, the pastures with the cattle, and the north wood.

  “My mother always told me there were goblins living in that wood,” Scott said.

  “I wouldn’t want to be chosen to prove or disprove that story,” Chalmers said. “See that reddish conical roof poking up through the trees about half a mile northwest of us?”

  “Yes.”

  “That’s Gregor’s tower. Not very large, but he’s happy there, as long as we lend him a pretty girl to use every night. He chose it to live in because he is the guardian and keeper of our northlands.” He pointed off north and east, “Blackthorne estate continues on for a few miles yet. Much of it the same. Want to see more?”

  “No, thanks.”

  “There is one other point of mystery and interest, but I’ll wait until after your initiation before I show it to you.”

  “All this talk about initiation. I’m not stupid or nosey, Chalmers, but I just don’t get the poi
nt of all the whispering and grins hidden behind hands every time it’s mentioned.”

  “I won’t hide my grin, Mr. Scott.”

  “All this mystery has made me curious and more than a little worried. I hate this waiting to find out what it is.”

  “That’s why the family keeps it a secret. It’s better you shouldn’t know about it until it happens. Everyone that becomes a member of the staff gets initiated, too. I was initiated almost twenty years ago, and it seems like yesterday.

  “Was it bad?”

  Chalmers hesitated, weighing his words. “Yes, but I still wish it was me that was being initiated by that female volcano tonight. Lissa is special.”

  Scott took that as friendly advice to stop complaining, and tried to think of other things.

  Dinner was splendid, both for what was served, and the maids who served it. Miss Ballard made them unbuckle, then unbutton the men’s trousers and spread them open. Then they slowly undressed as the family ate, removing one item of clothing and laying it on our quivering cocks as each course was served. Now Scott understood the strict rule that no one was allowed to put on underwear in Blackthorne House. At the end, the luscious young girls became the dessert. Each girl was chosen by one of the family to service them sexually.

  “None for you,” Lissa said to Scott. “I own you tonight.”

  “Well get on with it then,” he replied. Scott was tired of waiting and being excluded.

  “Chalmers!” She clapped her hands twice. “It’s time!”

  Chalmers came in the room carrying some medieval-looking chains and manacles, and a leather gag.

  Scott’s mother came and stood in front of him with a serious face. A hush fell over the room. Goose-pimples bloomed on his skin as she spoke.

  “Scott Cailean, do you swear before these members of our family that you freely and willingly submit to the ceremonies and traditions of Blackthorne House?”

  “Yes.”

  “And will you obey all actions your mistress will demand of you this night, and after you answer will you obey the command not to speak a word until tomorrow.”

  “Yes.”