Held Down

by Pamela Prim

  “It is time, my dear.” Harrow held out his hand at Sondra and the curvaceous brunette willingly accepted. He led her to a wide stone platform in the middle of the room and helped her lay down on it. The platform was cushioned with red velvet and several lit candles and oil lamps cast a warm yet ominous glow all over the surface. The three heavyset acolytes removed their dark hoods and began a low, hypnotic chant. Megan peered at their faces in the dimness and saw the wanton lust in their burning eyes as they fixatedly stared at the flat stone platform. She shivered and wrapped the slight robe around her naked body tighter. Her small breasts sported goose bumps and her nipples ached with tautness from the cold.

  “This is the hour of your salvation.” The Lord of the Manor said softly as he looked down at Sondra. “We must cleanse your tainted soul.”

  “I am ready.” Sondra breathed, her large green eyes expectant with fervor. Megan couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

  With an expert flick of his wrist, Harrow yanked the flimsy cloth off Sondra’s body. The brunette’s young and blossoming sexuality was laid bare before his lustful eyes to feast upon. He offered some whispered prayers to gods unknown and slowly poured a slick dark liquid over her quivering belly and breasts. Expert hands began leisurely spreading the oil over her pallid yielding flesh. Megan watched wide eyed at the abuse of her cousin’s nubile young body. She wanted to scream out but the strange odor emanating from lamps burning dimly overhead dulled her senses. The three acolytes beside her began to sway to their rhythmic chanting in unison.

  Oblivious to watching eyes, Harrow continued his ministrations on the nubile form before him. Slowly his caressing fingers traipsed from her quivering belly to the underside of her tender breasts. His eager hands explored her supple bosom and taut nipples, aroused to aching hardness. Sondra’s soft moans grew louder with every caress and she began to buck her rounded hips. She bit her lip and reached out to caress his naked thigh. “This is why I am here.” She said in a throaty voice. “My poor cousin and my town full of simpletons think that this is a sacred place and we are here to have ourselves saved. I laugh at them and their ignorance while I let you, Lord Harrow, my wonderful beast of a man, give me pleasure beyond any I will ever know back in that dead town.”

  Megan felt her heart stop. Did she hear her cousin right? Was she out of her mind? Did Sondra really want to be ravaged by a strange old man? She found all of this beyond her ken and her head began to pound heavily. The intoxicating odor of the candles and oil lamps began to make her feel lightheaded. Everything looked surreal, as if she was in some dream.

  “My Lord Harrow. My dear savior.” Sondra looked desirously up at the older man. “Save me, save my errant soul and make me whole again. I beseech you… take me under your care. Cleanse me!”

  With a wide smile of approval, Harrow planted passionate kisses on her breasts and belly. He slid his hands expertly downward all the way to her oil slick thighs and slowly he spread her legs apart. His fingers snaked over her pulsating pussy and as he caressed her swollen clit, Sondra’s body shuddered with pleasure. Her moans became louder and more recurrent. Megan felt sure now she was dreaming all of this. But how would she even dream in detail of such things she had never even heard of, let alone witnessed. And what if it was all real? Was it going to be her next, after that slut of a cousin of hers, she shuddered inwardly.

  “My child, you will be saved.” Harrow whispered. “I have made a pact with the ones who matter and they approve of your soul’s salvation.”

  Sondra moaned lustfully in appreciation and arched her back. Her firm young breasts pushed up at the eager man’s leering face. Her nipples stood out like hard little cherries, longing for a hungry mouth to close over them. Megan found herself yearning for those little nubs and she felt her own nipples begin to stiffen anew. The chanting of the acolytes beside her began to sound more and more enticing and she felt her body move to the rhythm of their voices.

  “Never have I had one so willing, so full of lust and wanting,” Lord Harrow’s deep voice said with satisfaction. “Sondra, my love, you are lovelier than any I have saved. And as long as you and your naïve kind are willing, my virile seed will be forever sown.”

  “I cannot take it anymore” Megan suddenly screamed, fighting the dullness in her mind. “What in hell is going on… is he going to force himself on her?”

  “Hush, fool girl!” The acolyte beside her admonished harshly. “Lord Harrow frees her soul from evil.”

  “I… what… this is evil…” Megan choked, her tear filled eyes fixed on the thick erect manhood jutting out from the charlatan’s open gown. Harrow’s erect cock twitched twice as if to acknowledge her enraged stare. But the more she looked at the thing the more she felt her body react in a manner she had little known before.

  “Uhhh! Ooohh!” Sondra thickly groaned in wanton heat as she writhed on the platform before Harrow. “I want more, my Lord… take me. Fill me with your big hard cock.”

  “The hour is upon us.” Harrow said somberly and dropped his robe. Naked and with his thick cock throbbing wildly he climbed onto the platform and straddled the lust sodden young woman lying on it. The long haired man started to rub his blood gorged cockhead on her swollen clit and Sondra’s moans grew louder, as if she were possessed by some lust craving demon. Megan felt several shivers run through her body as she drank in the vision playing out before her widened eyes. Harrow breathed heavily and thrust the thick head of his rock hard cock into her sopping fissure slowly, as if to enjoy the tightness her young pussy offered. ”You are as firm as a virgin, my dear” He told her hoarsely. “Even though you are far from one. All the more better, I feel. And this is a night of extravagant pleasure. I grow tired of frightened and resistant ones that usually get dragged here by their dim-witted folk hoping for salvation. You, my dear, have come by yourself willingly… and I must make you stay here a while.”

  “Yes, you must, my lord.” Sondra sounded as if she was drunk, drunk with lust. “My soul is in need of desperate salvation and one night is not enough, perhaps a week…”

  “So be it, my lovely. A week will suit us rather fittingly.” Harrow nodded at the writhing dark haired girl under him and gently caressed her brow. He pushed her sweat slick locks away from her eyes and looked tenderly into them as he fucked her pussy slowly. Suddenly the act didn’t look so vile to Megan. Instead it seemed very poetic and beautiful, like a man and a woman giving in to the love they were meant to have in each other’s entwined arms.

  “Yes… Yes, my lord.” Sondra managed to gasp, “A week, a whole week… I love it. I want to be fucked like this by you for a whole bloody week. Oh, fuck me, lord Harrow.”

  “Yes, my dear.” Harrow nodded with a leering grin. “You are being saved. Your soul will be cleansed.” And he began a long and slow thrusting motion back and forth. As Sondra’s pussy swallowed whole the entire length of his shaft, Megan dropped to her hands and knees, breaking down into a choking sob. She couldn’t understand why this act so immoral and disgraceful made her feel good as she watched it. Why was her errant body so opposed to what her mind had been taught all her life? She looked up again at her cousin as she took in the full pleasure of Harrow’s lascivious attentions.

  Harrow was driving his hips faster into her cousin. Sondra’s moans were ecstatic shudders as the large man rammed into her. Sondra’s full and supple breasts jiggled violently with every thrust of the older man’s cock ripping into her swollen and dripping pussy. Megan couldn’t take her eyes off what she was seeing. Her own breathing was ragged and a strange sensation bubbled between her thighs, in the naughty region where she even feared to touch herself. She rubbed her thighs together to relieve herself of that feeling, only making it more intense. She gasped out loud as her belly clenched and she could no longer focus her mind into telling her that all of this was not right.

  “I love this so very much,” Sondra moaned and turned to look in her direction, making her heart leap when their eyes met. “Don’t
be sad, Megan my love.” Her cousin gasped at her. “Your turn will come too.”

  The realization of that chilling notion sent Megan into a stupor. The pleasurable feeling between her thighs reached a crescendo, sending a powerful sensation all through her young shivering body. She had no control over her mind and body anymore. Everything around her faded and blurred, and then went black.

  ***

  “Megan!” Sondra’s anxious voice filled her head. It sounded like she was under water. “Megan, are you okay? It’s all right. Please wake up.”

  Sondra’s lovely round face filled her blurred vision. As her eyes adjusted to the light, Megan noticed that is was quite bright outside the window overhead. She wondered where she was.

  “Where am I?” She asked her cousin.

  “This is our room.” Sondra told her in a relieved tone of voice. “Oh, I was so afraid when you fainted. But Lord Harrow said that it was part of the ritual to save your soul.”

  “Lord Harrow…?” Megan tried to remember where she had heard that before.

  “Yes, silly.” Her cousin laughed. “He saved me from damnation, and he will save you too.”

  Then it all came back to her and she shuddered at the memory of what she had witnessed. She didn’t know now how long ago that was and for what amount of time she had been asleep. It seemed like it was only the one night.

  “What’s going to happen now?” She looked around the little room in wonder.

  “We’re going to save your soul, Megan.” Sondra nodded eagerly. “Come on down for some breakfast and then, right at the stroke of midday, Lord Harrow will perform the ritual for you.”

  “But I… I don’t…”

  “What is it, you silly thing?” Her cousin pursed her full red lips. “Don’t you want to be saved? Don’t you want our town to be made better again?”

  “But he… that man… he forced himself on you.”

  “He did no such thing, you timid fool.” Sondra laughed out loud. “He only did what I so wanted him to do. You have to experience it, dear cousin. It’s the most heavenly thing… and it’s also saving our souls.”

  “You really believe that?”

  “Well… I’m not sure about the soul saving part.” The brunette smiled at her knowingly. “But oh, the ritual is so gratifying… lord Harrow is a man who can bring out all the woman you can ever be. Come on, silly, hurry up… it’s almost ten. We have to breakfast and then get you ready for the ritual.”

  Megan sat up; her mind filled with images of what she witnessed the night before. She recalled how Sondra had enjoyed the older man’s ministrations on her nubile young body. Thoughts of that large erect organ plunging into his cousin’s soft body sent chills through her all over again. She suddenly felt a craving for that. She wanted to know how that would feel. The sensations she had felt in her naughty place when she witnessed the debauchery in the name of salvation her cousin enjoyed coursed through her again now as her memory of it all ran though her mind. She felt an intense desire to be with that man. Megan couldn’t understand why she felt it. Her mind couldn’t process it, but her body on the other hand gave off signals that were unmistakable, no matter how obscene and vulgar it came across to her mind.

  She smiled at her cousin and got off the bed. The little robe was all they were allowed to wear there and strangely she didn’t mind that at all anymore. Sondra smiled back and led her by the hand downstairs. She too was wearing the little robe, and her full figured body looked much better than Megan’s did in the tight, translucent thing.

  Breakfast was a quick affair of bread and cheese, boil eggs, slices of ham and hot milk. Then Megan found herself being led downstairs, back to the room with the red velvet covered platform. Sondra walked beside her and the three acolytes from the night before followed her. When they walked into the room about a few minutes before noon, Lord Harrow was waiting for them in his customary robe with his torso and genitals exposed. Beside him stood another man, robed in the full dark colors of an acolyte and Megan recognized him as the man who addressed them in the town. The one who sold them the whole salvation deal - Brother Norton. He had an ugly leer on his face, but in the presence of Harrow, he paled into the drab tapestry hanging all around the candle lit room.

  “Welcome back to the Salvation Platform, my dear.” Harrow was talking to her. “The hour of your deliverance is at hand. Come, dear Megan. Come and lay down on the platform.

  She gave him a weak smile and stepped up to the platform, she stared down at the soft red velvet spread. It looked very lavish, a stark comparison from the drab and bleak feel of the rest of the room. She noted a few jars of the strange dark oils on a table beside the platform and felt a new tightness in her belly. Suddenly she felt a compelling urge to lie on the platform and have Harrow’s hands roaming all over her. She looked at him and felt the heat rising between her ears. He was definitely the most handsome man she had ever seen.

  “So sweet Megan, do you think you are ready to be saved?” He looked deep into her eyes and rubbed his hands together.

  “I… I am, lord Har… Harrow.” She said, looking right back at him. “Are you going to begin now?”

  “Why, yes.” He grinned. “The hour of your deliverance is nigh. I, Aldridge Harrow, am going to save you and your town full of decadent fools.”

  “Ohhh!” She gasped breathlessly. “I… I don’t think…”

  “That’s right, dear cousin.” She heard Sondra say from behind her. “Don’t think… just get down there and be saved.”

  “Sondra speaks true.” Harrow nodded at her. “Now, remove your robe and prepare yourself for a heavenly experience.”

  “I… I need to be naked?” Megan’s eyes went wide and she felt that pleasant warmth rising between her thighs again.

  “Indeed you do.” Harrow smiled patiently. “As you have witnessed your lovely cousin’s salvation last evening.”

  “Oh, I… if I must.” She blushed deeply and lowered her eyes as she slipped the robe off her shoulders and quickly slid down onto the red velvet cushioning. She placed a hand over her breasts and the other over her pelvis and kept her eyes firmly shut.

  “Ah, we are ready to begin.” She heard Harrow say and felt his hands smearing the strangely scented oil on her shoulders and upper arms.

  Megan felt a rush of sensations at his touch and a strange shiver ran down her spine. She opened her eyes for a quick peek to see Harrow giving her a knowing smile and gently pulling her hands away to expose her nakedness for all there to witness. She felt a sudden rush of fear as his hands closed in over her small yet aching breasts. He smeared her upper body with the cool and soothing oils and a fiery need to be touched filled her senses.

  Harrow’s hands gently caressed her shoulders and he began rubbing her neck slowly. She sighed. It felt rather good. His hands were strong and yet gentle, lessening the anxiety she had building up in her ever since she had gotten into the carriage back in Gladstone town.

  “How do you feel now, Megan?” Harrow asked her in a voice most soothing and sensual.

  “Ohhh, I feel so good.” She purred in a dreamlike state.

  “Indeed, now close your eyes and loosen up, I will take good care of you.” Harrow replied seductively and his hands moved over her breasts and quivering belly, smearing more of the wonderful oil all over her.

  She felt his strong fingers massage into her weary limbs. The night long ride to the estate in a rickety old damp carriage was quite exhausting and she had also stressed needlessly the night before watching her cousin’s salvation. Her body craved this indulgence, even though her mind was yet to settle down. It felt wonderful to have a man’s strong hands on her feverish body. She sighed as his hands slipped in under her arms, gently massaging her pliant muscles and making the blood flow freely all over her. His fingers caressed the outer slopes of her small breasts his thumbs twirled around her taut nipples making strange yet wonderful tingles run all through her quivering body.

  Harrow slithered his stron
g hands over her waist, copiously applying the pungent oils on her narrow hips and her sensitive inner thighs. She felt a strange and warm sensation all over with the oil spreading through her body. She moaned as she felt pleasurable flutters in her belly and a slippery wetness oozing down between her thighs.

  “Ah, your body rises to the need of you salvation.” Harrow purred into her ear.

  “Mmmhh!” Megan moaned in response, surprising herself with her indolence.

  Harrow’s hands certainly had magic in them. He slipped one right between her thighs, coating the burning area with the slick oil. His fingers probed deeper into her inner thighs and squeezed the soft yielding flesh. She felt a violent shiver as his finger slipped into the wet slit of her swollen pussy. Megan couldn’t stifle the throaty moan that escaped her open lips. Harrow smiled and gently turned her over onto her heaving belly. He placed his hands on her supple back and began moving slowly down. His strong hands made her body heat rise and she felt as if she could float away. Harrow ran his hands down her lower back and slowly moved them over the beautiful softness of her perfectly rounded bottom.