Deceived and Enslaved

by Leo Barton

  'It might have been my fault but you are keeping that girl here against her will. She's not one of your usual masochists. This isn't Penny or Magda. This time you have gone too far. You are putting everything at risk. You know this could mean prison for both of us. Have you thought of that?' Hyde-Lee was agitated, and his voice contained none of the usual calm for which he was famed.

  'But how is anybody going to find out?'

  'Do you think that inspector is not going to be back? What happens if he comes with a warrant?'

  'He didn't suspect anything.'

  'How do you know that?'

  'What is there to suspect? Nobody would suspect us. So the girl came here, then she left for Rome. She hasn't returned. She took all her things. She was due back, but she didn't return. Why would he think for a moment that we are involved? In a couple of weeks she will be willing to go to the police, apologise for the inconvenience she's caused, say something about temporarily losing her memory and that will be that.'

  Willingham felt confident about what he was doing. He felt that Hyde-Lee didn't have sufficient confidence in his abilities to control women, but Hyde-Lee was always the type that worried too much. Willingham was, in fact, enjoying training Lillian much more than the other girls he had recently had as 'guests' in his house. Lillian was by far the greater challenge. He was very much looking forward to the time when her whole spirit would be broken and he could control her without the use of chains and hoods, and only with the occasional threat of them.

  'But how can you be so sure?' Hyde-Lee whined.

  'Because I've trained her, because I know these girls and I know their psychology. She will be so dependent on us, so fearful of our power that she will do anything I say. You watch.'

  'But it is so risky.' Hyde-Lee was still not convinced.

  'You put us in this situation. What option do we have? What do you want me to do, kill her?'

  'My god no!' Hyde-Lee nervously stroked his silver-grey hair. 'It's just such a terrible worry that's all.'

  'Look, if it will make you feel any easier you can take a look at her to see how she's coming along. I promise you she's almost ready.'

  Hyde-Lee looked over to his half brother suspiciously.

  'And there is one other thing.'

  'What?'

  'James, you are in this as much as I am...'

  'Of course, I know that.'

  'But...'

  'But what?'

  'So far, as regards the young lady, you haven't actually done anything to her. You could, if you were canny James, say that you couldn't really stop me and that really you had nothing to do with this, you know if push came to shove.'

  'But I wouldn't do that. I'm your brother.' Hyde-Lee looked across at Willingham with a shocked expression on his face. This was a mite disingenuous, because he had already thought that if the police came and discovered the girl there, this would be precisely what he would do.

  'Your half-brother.'

  'Lance!' Hyde-Lee protested.

  'Call it an act of good faith.'

  'What Lance?' Hyde-Lee lowered his eyes. His hands were shaking.

  'Well, if you were to take her up to your room and give her a good thrashing, and I mean a good thrashing, then she would know that you are as much a part of this as I am.'

  'My god, you think that is entirely necessary? I mean...'

  'Yes, James, it is entirely necessary, and don't tell me you wouldn't enjoy it.'

  'But I'm not in the best of health, Lance, really, I don't know that I really am up to it.'

  'Oh,' Willingham turned and smiled at his brother, 'I would have thought it would be precisely what the doctor ordered.'

  8: Hyde-Lee Punishes Lillian

  The dreaded Everton came into the room. She knew it was him. Being imprisoned like this, she had begun to recognise the distinct touch of his hands on her.

  However, this time things were different. The hood was removed from her straight away. She looked into his eyes. They threatened her. She knew she was not allowed to speak. Already that morning he had showered and shaved her, but this time he had not caused her any pain, nor had he taken his pleasure from her as he usually did.

  He unchained her hands from the bed and fastened them in front of her. The chain was wide enough to let her use her hands to crawl. He unfastened her legs from the bed but then replaced the chains around her ankles so that they were fastened loosely together. The metal-studded collar was placed around her neck and then the dog lead attached.

  Lillian watched everything passively, her big eyes staring at Everton all the time. She knew that something different was going to happen. There was a terrible ambivalence inside her. The ability to hear and see things was a great relief, the light at first blinding her and the noises her chains made were momentarily deafening, but she was also frightened about what they might do to her. What was all this about exactly?

  Lillian had never got over the humiliation of being made to crawl on all fours with Everton or Willingham tugging at her metal-studded collar. In some strange way it was even worse now because she could see everything, whereas before she had been cast into darkness and could almost imagine that what was happening to her wasn't happening at all; or, at least try to shunt the shameful exhibition they were making of her to the back of her mind. Now though, she could see everything, how totally abject she was, how much she was in their control, to hear the jangle of her ankle chains, to see the metal bracelets attached to her wrists as she crawled along.

  But something was strange today. Everton was not leading her to Willingham's private room as he often did or down to the bathroom. He was leading her upstairs to where Hyde-Lee's suite of rooms was located.

  Something like hope stirred in her. If she was allowed to speak to Hyde-Lee then maybe he could help to get her out of this mess. He might also have sadistic tastes but she could not quite believe he was as brutal as his brother. If she were just allowed to talk to him, then she might be able to persuade him to bring this whole ridiculous situation to a halt. Her heart began to beat rapidly at the prospect.

  Everton was indeed leading her along the passage that led to his main room. The door opened and much to Lillian's relief, she could see that Willingham wasn't present. Hyde-Lee was alone sitting on a leather sofa. Maybe her whole wretched imprisonment might be coming to an end, she hoped.

  'Where do you want her, sir?'

  'On my lap please, Everton.'

  Lillian's heart sank. She was only to be punished again. She mumbled something through her gag, so outraged was she by this final betrayal. She just couldn't help it. She tried to imagine some time in the future when Hyde-Lee, Everton and Willingham would pay for all the tortures that they had inflicted on her, and the sense of joy she would have watching it.

  'Quiet miss,' Everton said menacingly, 'or it will be the whip!'

  Immediately and automatically, Lillian shrank into silence.

  'And what would you prefer to use, sir? May I recommend the belt? She responds well to the belt.'

  'Very well, Everton.'

  Everton positioned Lillian so that she lay across Hyde-Lee's lap, her pert bottom right in front of his gaze.

  And to think that she had come all the way to Italy to write this man's biography, that she had slaved for a year already eulogising the man's sophisticated prose. Never would she have imagined that she would have ended up in this position!

  She could tell that Hyde-Lee was excited by the prospect; he already had an erection, his ancient cock was pushing against her through his trousers, as his wizened hands examined her bottom. Lillian lay over him in her abject misery. His fingers were now spreading the cheeks of her bottom as he gazed at her little bottom hole.

  Everton handed him the short leather belt that he kept for such occasions. Hyde-Lee took it in his frail hands, lifted it in the air, and brought it down on her.

  It stung Lillian a little, but next to the thrashings that she had received at the hands of Willingham
and Everton, it was mild. Hyde-Lee belted her again and again, her body jolted against the force even still, but it was obvious that Hyde-Lee in his ailing body did not have the strength to hurt her as she had already been hurt.

  Everton seemed to notice as well, and seemed displeased at the weakness of Hyde-Lee's blows. 'May I suggest, sir, a different tactic? The girl has been trained in the art of oral sex. May I suggest that she pleasures you and at the same time, for it always enhances her performance, that I administer her punishment?'

  Hyde-Lee nodded and Everton pulled Lillian from his lap and made her kneel before Hyde-Lee with her bottom in the air. Only when Hyde-Lee had removed his erection from his trousers did Everton remove her gag and before she even had a chance to speak, he pushed her pouty mouth onto the old man.

  It was so disgusting to make her do this with such a frail old man with an old man's smell. His cock was still erect, but she could not bear the touch of his wizened hands on her head as she took him deeper and deeper into her mouth, as he grasped her hair and pushed her further and further onto him.

  Everton lashed her firmly with the belt on the centre of her bottom to encourage her. She sank her mouth on him and bobbed up and down, while Hyde-Lee forcefully pushed her down onto him, Everton smacked her hard. Both actions propelling Lillian's lips further down Hyde-Lee's ancient cock. She sucked on him like this until she could feel his cock first twitch then throb and then shoot inside her mouth, wave after wave of his semen gushing inside her. She knew she was expected to swallow every drop of his seed. It didn't stop Everton continuing to beat her with the belt.

  But perhaps what was strangely most grotesque, was the way that Hyde-Lee patronisingly tapped her on the head after she had swallowed the last drop of his seed, a moment of praise for a job well done, as if Lillian's intention had been precisely to please the old man and she hadn't been forced into doing this loathsome thing.

  As soon as Hyde-Lee had finished the gag was replaced and she was taken back to her room. Everton put the hood on her sending her back into darkness, and then attached her chains.

  Lillian lay chained to the bed, knowing that her last hope of escape had gone. She was the prisoner now. Nobody was going to help her. Hyde-Lee was as bad as all the rest, perhaps even worse. They had won. They were her masters and she knew she would never escape.

  9: Lord Willingham Reminisces

  Willingham had watched the whole spectacle on the security cameras that had been installed in every room, less to protect the house but more so that voyeurs like himself and Hyde-Lee could enjoy all the sexual spectacles that occurred in all the other rooms as well as their own. He was disappointed with the half-hearted attempt his brother had made to beat her. It showed that Hyde-Lee really was perturbed about them keeping Lillian like this. It also showed how poorly he had become to put on such a weak display.

  When his brother had been in better health and more virile he had enjoyed the pleasures of the various women who came to the house as much as he had. Often when he would come into his room he would witness the delightful spectacle of Sonia with her maid's uniform pulled up, her panties pulled down and Hyde-Lee giving her a good spanking. Even recently he'd had Everton bring in Penny, the English girl, position her across a dining chair and then seen his brother take to her with the crop. She had been made to kneel like that for hours. Later Hyde-Lee had come back and lubricated her bottom so he could take her up the rear.

  Strange though it might seem, there was an abiding affection between the two brothers, even though Willingham saw his brother as essentially weak.

  It had not always been thus. Back in the old days Hyde-Lee had had the kudos and Willingham had been the young upstart. He remembered his first trip to Paris...

  A townhouse in Paris in the late 1950s. There are three girls in Hyde-Lee's room. They are not prostitutes. They are girls he has picked up from the street, not particularly poor girls, but Hyde-Lee has charmed them into come back with him. The girls don't know each other nor did they expect other women to be there. Willingham is playing the role of manservant to him. This is to be his lesson. Hyde-Lee is to teach his younger teenaged brother the pleasure of discipline.

  The girls are strikingly beautiful which is why Hyde-Lee has selected them. Jenny is only eighteen, with full ripe breasts. She wears a pretty floral dress cut just below the knee. She has long auburn hair. When she sits down on the sofa, she constantly pulls down her dress to protect her modesty. Yvette is the same age with short, fair hair. She wears a pleated skirt and a white blouse. Willingham is struck by how fresh-faced she looks. Anna must be ten years older. She is married but her husband is out of town. Hyde-Lee met her in a small restaurant near the Gare San Lazare. She is the most elegantly dressed in a pearl white sleeveless gown. She wears her nut-brown hair in a bob.

  They are drinking white wine, which Willingham has served them, not knowing that Hyde-Lee has laced it with an Eastern aphrodisiac which makes the girls lose their inhibitions and become desirous.

  Individually each woman has been charmed by the suave debonair Englishman and all know that there is the possibility of having sex with them, but all of them are shocked to find there are other women present as well.

  Jenny seems the most nervous. She gulps her wine, wondering why she has let herself be convinced to come here. Hyde-Lee is very handsome in an English sort of way and he was so amusing in the brassiere, but now the situation seems completely different. She sometimes lets her boyfriend make love to her, but she never lets him come. He has never even seen her totally naked before. She is hoping her boyfriend doesn't find out anything about all this.

  Hyde-Lee begins to tell them amusing stories about his time in Paris; soon the women are becoming more relaxed.

  He seems to be paying particular attention to Anna, who seems particularly interested in literature. Eventually he asks her to come next door with him so he can show her some of his work.

  At first she is reluctant to go, but Hyde-Lee seems so pleasant, so kind that she cannot imagine that he intends to do anything bad to her, particularly with all these other women present. Anyway, he is so handsome she wouldn't mind something happening between them. She is very attracted to him.

  Anna follows Hyde-Lee into the room next door. In the centre of the room is a double bed. Through the lattice window the sun shines over the rooftops of Montmartre.

  When they are both standing in the room, Hyde-Lee begins kissing her so sweetly, caressing her shoulder and then trailing his fingers up her skirt, gently rubbing over her sex until she becomes aroused. Anna reaches her hand over the front of Hyde-Lee's trousers.

  'No, Anna, not like that.' Hyde-Lee has a sturdy erection, but for his plan to work he knows he is going to have to rely on the experience of the older woman. There is also something about the way Anna looks that he recognises. The girl is obviously submissive.

  'Take off your stockings.'

  Anna smiles, knowing how much men like to see women disrobing. She wonders whether all she is going to have to do is striptease for Hyde-Lee.

  When she has removed both stockings Hyde-Lee reaches out his hand and she passes them to him, a bemused look on her face.

  'Now lie on the bed.'

  Anna sits and then reclines on the bed, resting her head on her elbow.

  'Turn round.'

  No man has ever been so commanding with her before, so bossy telling her what to do like this. It excites her. Still she is a little reluctant, there are the other girls down the passage and that servant is there too, but she knows she wants to do it.

  Hyde-Lee makes her lie prone on the bed, then climbs on top of her, one knee either side of her rump. He kisses her elegant neck, plucks a little on her ear with his teeth, pulls down the zip of her dress and then threads each of her arms from the straps of first her dress and then her brassiere. The dress is pulled down so that Hyde-Lee has a view of her naked back. He runs his hand along her creamy skin. He is tempted there and then just to fuck her, esp
ecially as when he trails his hand over the curves of her bottom, but he remembers the experiment. He takes her left arm and fastens one of the stockings to her wrist, then attaches it in a tight knot to the bedpost.

  'What are you doing?' Anna is so confused. Part of her thinks this is going too far, but part of her also likes being dominated in such a way.

  Hyde-Lee turns her face to his and kisses her tenderly on the lips, reassuring her.

  Taking her other arm he attaches it to the right-hand bedpost.

  'Is this what they call the English vice?' Anna asks jokingly, having heard that Englishmen like spanking.

  'This is exactly what we call the English vice.'

  Anna does look particularly beautiful stretched out on the bed, her bottom still covered by the rich silk material of her dress, her back naked except for the back of her brassiere.

  Hyde-Lee unfastens it and cannot resist grasping both her breasts in his hands. Anna coos appreciatively.

  He runs his hands over her bottom. Then he lifts up the hem of her dress to gaze at her frilly white panties. Hyde-Lee slowly pulls them over her naked buttocks then down her legs. His fingers touch the moist centre of her sex, brushing her labial lips, then sliding inside her vulva.

  Anna gasps with pleasure. Not even her husband has tied her up like this and she finds the experience incredibly exciting, as it is to have this young Englishman slide his finger inside her quim. Suddenly she feels Hyde-Lee stroking her thigh then the calf of her leg. Something is being fastened around her ankle. It is only when her leg is tugged that she realises that Hyde-Lee has tied her leg to the bedpost. It makes her feel a slight discomfort, but her sense of discomfort makes her feel even more aroused.

  Hyde-Lee ties her other leg to the opposite bedpost, so that Anna's legs and arms lie splayed before Hyde-Lee. He leans over her and kisses her reassuringly on the side of her face as he trails his fingers along the cleft of her bottom.