Dungeon of Pleasure

by Powerone


SIZZLER EDITIONS


ISBN 9781615086320
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It’s 1776, George Washington and his rag-tag band of citizen soldiers have been soundly defeated in the battle of Long Island. Washington and Arnold have been hung from the scaffold. The impoverished Americans have lost all rights and freedoms and exist as serfs, abject slaves to their British overlords.
From his castle on the Connecticut River, the Earl of Hartford rules his fiefdom of Connecticut, Rhode Island, New Hampshire and Massachusetts – bestowed by a grateful King George III for his services in the war – with an iron fist.
So begins an erotic fantasy of bondage, control and domination that only Powerone, bestselling author of BDSM, could conceive. The Earl of Hartford brings back the feudal society of prior centuries to the former American colonies. No longer British citizens, the patriots are imprisoned or killed, and the people have no choice but to submit.
In the chambers below his castle, the Earl indulges his erotic fantasies to the fullest, joining his friend, the French General Pierre de Grasse, in dark, perverse acts. Women who want to escape endless toil on his estates or rise above the poverty of the serf, curry his favor with their bodies - joining in the Earl and his powerful friends in decadent rites of bondage and submission. As always, the rich and powerful take unfettered pleasures that none can refuse. No woman ever leaves his dungeon of pleasure unchanged.

One of the most powerful and imaginative BDSM novels ever written.


CHAPTER 1


End of the Colonist Insurrection



News of General George Washington’s and General Benedict Arnold’s capture by the British general William House spread quickly through New York. The people began to panic as the rumors of British ships filling New York’s harbor proved to be true. No one could believe that they were captured along with nine thousands of their men before they could retreat to Manhattan. The battle of Long Island on August 30, 1776 was short and defeating.

It didn’t take long before the ragtag Continental Army fell apart. It was poorly run and almost destitute before the capture. With the loss of its head, General Washington, it was too much for it to overcome. The hope of help by the French was crushed when the French Navy pulled into New York Harbor alongside the British Navy.

General House greeted General de Grasse at the customs house in New York City, commandeered by the British as their command post for the present time. “It’s an honor to meet you, General, under these circumstances. It’s much better than meeting on a field of battle on opposite sides.” He knew that the French were going to align with the colonists, but they saw the writing on the wall. There would be no colonists to join. William had secured the Americas to British rule, as they had done with so many other colonies throughout the world.

France might have problems with Britain, but they wouldn’t be fought here. General de Grasse would see that France’s interests in the Americas would be secured by an alliance with the British, not the colonists. “Thank you, General, for welcoming me. It’s much better that we work together to make the Americas a secure colony of Britain and France. The colonists will be much better off now. They’re like children that must be taught and controlled until they learn what is best for them.”

“King George III will take a much stricter approach in the Americas. I expect the British Navy and Army will be permanently stationed in the Americas for the future. The states will be dissolved and be divvied up among British aristocrats for better control.” William hoped that he would be awarded suitable territory for his actions. He wouldn’t go back to Britain. He wanted to stay in the Americas but ruling with a stricter control of the populace.

“Louis XVII has the same philosophy. I see future expansion into Canada to secure its borders with the British colony of the Americas. We already have a wide swatch of Frenchmen in Quebec that would relish the rule of Louis XVII on the territory.” With Pierre’s ships sitting next to the British ships in New York Harbor, there would be urgency in Britain and France for them to align with each other and split up the Americas and return Canada to French rule. With such a large territory to administer in the lower Americas, the British couldn’t afford to offend the French and risk another insurrection by the colonists. The Americas was a plentiful land for all.

Both generals sat and celebrated their success. They began to plan the taking of the colonies and securing them. They couldn’t wait to get orders back from their countries. They needed to act quickly to make sure that the insurrection was dead forever. The only way to do that was brutally, and neither man had any qualms about doing it.

* * *

Abagail knew she shouldn’t have come to New York with her husband, Adam, but she thought it was her duty to stick by him. They had a fine home in Hartford, Connecticut, but they were now staying in a small room above a tavern. Adam had joined the Continental Army, but in the last few days, his brief career as a soldier was finished. He was now a hunted man, along with all the other officers of the Continental Army.

Adam saw that his attempt to fight for independence from Britain was foolish, and he’d jeopardize Abagail’s safety and all they had built in Hartford. They had a large house in Hartford, elegantly furnished. He’d built his mercantile store to include six locations, and all were thriving. Had I risked it all for a futile dream? He looked over at his wife, still beautiful in a tattered and worn dress to disguise herself, but it couldn’t hide her lovely figure. It was too dangerous to stay in New York, but it was more dangerous if he traveled with her. If caught, she’d be taken into custody with him, and he feared what they’d do to her. “You must return home by yourself, Abagail. I’ll join you as soon as I can.”

Abagail saw how many British soldiers were in the city now, and more were arriving every day, but it was the French soldiers that scared her. They looked at her with deep, penetrating stares and spoke French, which she didn’t understand, but she was sure they were saying obscene things about her. “I will, but first, I’ll go to the ceremony for you.” She refused to say what it really was, a hanging. Neither one of them could believe that the British general would really hang Generals Washington and Arnold in public.

Adam had to make sure that it wasn’t a hoax, and he was fleeing for false reasons. He still couldn’t believe that the Continental Army was finished, yet his contacts were in a disarray and hiding from the British. “Be careful.” He kissed her goodbye.

The streets were crowed, but there was a lot less men out. They had begun to flee New York. She made her way to the docks, and it wasn’t difficult for her to find it. The square was jammed packed with people as well as soldiers. In the front was a large platform, and there were two rope nooses that hung from the rafter. She could see that the wood was fresh, newly built in haste for the event. The thong of people grew thicker, and it wasn’t long before the British soldiers began to open up a corridor from the building to the platform. It was lined with redcoats on both sides.

Abagail watched as the two men were marched out, hands bound behind their backs. They looked unassuming in civilian clothes. She turned to a man next to her. “Is that Generals Washington and Arnold?”

“Yes, the British refused to allow them to wear their uniforms, as they weren’t soldiers of a country. They’re traitors to the crown.” He was a Tory loyal to the crown, and the men would get what was coming to them.

Abagail couldn’t believe that these two men were the famous generals as the ropes were placed around their necks. They were allowed their last words, but Abagail couldn’t hear them above the din of the crowd. It sounded like most of the crowd was Tories. They didn’t want to hear them. They came to see them hung. Cloth bags were placed over their heads, and it was only seconds later that the floor beneath them opened up. It was quick and brutal as the two men fell and their necks broke. They swung for long minutes before they were cut down. Abagail saw the British and French generals’ stand with big grins on their faces as the men were hung. Abagail couldn’t believe that the American insurrection was over. She hurried to get away from the crowd that cheered.

She left New York that night. She went by boat, hoping that there would be less chance of being stopped by British troops. There were over two hundred people on the boat, most of them women and children. The men would sneak through the woods in small groups to avoid the British to escape home where they hoped to regain their lives, although they’d be under British rule. The boat was stopped four times before it went up the Connecticut River and docked in Hartford. Abagail was shocked that there was already British troops in Hartford, along with two warships tied up. Things would never be the same again.

Abagail was glad to be home. The first thing she did was take a long, hot bath. She was glad to get into some nice clothing. She had all the servants back by the next day. She had the store managers come to the house the next day so she could meet with each one to see how things were running. They asked about Adam, and she told them he’d be home in a day or two for good. The managers were worried about the increasing number of British troops. So was Abagail.

William took charge of the army as well as the British Navy, and with the help of Pierre, they began the systematic roundup of all the colonists that served in the Continental Army. It was getting difficult to house all the prisoners when they began to surrender in large numbers. He set up camps in each state, but some of the larger states got two. It would prove unattainable to keep a large number of prisoners for an extended amount of time, so he began interrogations to find the officers. The officers would find that the British wouldn’t be as forgiving as they were with the enlisted men. William had a solution to insure they wouldn’t make trouble in the future. They’d be shipped to a penal colony to be established in Sydney Cove, Australia. They’d be used to build their own prison. He didn’t expect to send more than a few thousand of the most dangerous officers and politicians. John Adams, Thomas Jefferson, Alexander Hamilton, John Hancock, Thomas Paine, Benjamin Franklin, James Madison and all the high-ranking officers of the Continental Army were on his list. It wouldn’t take long to round them up. More and more loyalists were coming forward with information. It wouldn’t be long before all the patriots gave up the notion of an independent nation and settled into a comfortable life as subjects of King George III.

It would be a month before he heard back from his superiors in London, even by his fastest ship traveling both ways. By that time, it would be over and William would be in firm command.

* * * *

With the help of the French, William began to fill the colonies with soldier’s intent on capturing the last of the Continental Army officers. They scooped up any able-bodied man they found and worried about questioning them after they were imprisoned. His list of officers and politicians got smaller with every passing day, as the roundup proved so successful. Many of the patriots were given up by the loyalists, their numbers gaining every day. The public hanging of Washington and Benedict had proven to be a success in proving that the British were truly in control and the Continental Army was vanquished forever.

Adam snuck out of New York and made his way to Connecticut with two other former officers. It proved to be more perilous than he expected. They were turned back numerous times by impending clusters of soldiers before they could be caught, but it required them to backtrack each time and find a new route forward. They grew desperate as they found themselves boxed in, unable to go backward or forward without being captured. It ended one early morning while they were holding up in a barn to catch some sleep. They were awoken by the sound of soldiers outside. When they looked outside, a dozen British soldiers surrounded them with no way out. They surrendered and tried to talk their way out of it, but the soldiers would hear nothing of it. They were bound in chains and soon found themselves on a boat moored off the shore of Connecticut, filled with hundreds of men just like him. He recognized some of them. The hot ship stunk of feces and urine. They were given some gruel to eat, but it was a small portion and tasted like garbage.

When the ship was filled, it sailed to a camp in New York. It had over five thousand men in it, all living in squalor and filth. Some men were questioned, but most of them were never called. Adam didn’t know what would happen to him. There was no way he could get a message to Abagail, but he hoped she was safe. He heard rumors that many of the prisoners would ultimately be released, but so far, not one of them got out.

* * *

William was given a welcome reprieve the following week. He still used the customs house for his headquarters and had a small room for his sleeping quarter. It was still larger than his cabin on his ship.

“There’s a lady to see you, Sir.” His aide ushered her in.

“I’m Lady Margaret Dawson. I want to thank you from all the loyalists for rescuing us from the Continental Army and the renegades that ran it.”

He stood up when she entered. She was an attractive woman. She was dressed eloquently for the time of day, but he couldn’t complain. The front of her dress showed a wide expanse of cleavage with a gold cross dangling between her breasts to draw his eyes. The rest of the dress hugged her womanly hips. He couldn’t see her backside, but he’d be sure to watch carefully when she left. He’d been working so hard that he had no time for women, but the sight of Lady Dawson stirred his cock to erection. “It’s I that should thank the loyalists for helping us. Your loyalty to King George III was instrumental in our continuing success in capturing the traitors and making sure that they are secured so they won’t have the chance to do it again. Have a seat. Can I get you anything?”

“No thank you, General House. It is I that hope I can get you something. My husband and I are prominent members of the New York community. We’ve noticed that since your arrival, you’ve been staying here. While it might be a good location to command your troops, I doubt it is up to your standards as a living space. For that reason, we’d like to extend an invitation for you to stay at our home while you remain in the city. We have a large house with and an adequate staff to make you comfortable.”

“I couldn’t impose on your generosity, Lady Dawson.”

“You wouldn’t be imposing. I can introduce you to the elite in the city that support King George III. We can make your task her go quicker and more efficiently with our help. I must confess that my husband’s status would be greatly enhanced by your presence. And I’d enjoy the company of a learned and sophisticated man.” She smiled at him. He looked dashing in his red uniform, the front filled with medals. While she loved her husband, he was just a shell of a man compared to this man. General House was a warrior.

“How could I refuse such a generous offer, Lady Dawson? I’ll gather up my things and see you around six tonight.”

“That would be excellent. We have dinner at seven. Let me give you my address.”

“No need, Lady Dawson, I know it. It is my job to know everything.” He had read up on all the high society in New York and of their allegiance to the king. It was important to know your friends as well as your enemies, especially those with money.

William wasn’t surprised that there were ten people for dinner. Lady Dawson was efficient in organizing a dinner party on short notice. The food was excellent after eating tavern food for a week. The conversation was lively, and the women were all gracious and beautiful, but it was Lady Dawson that always caught his attention. He sat next to her with her husband at her other side, but she ignored him and paid attention to William. Her husband didn’t seem to be offended, basking in the glory of having the general that beat the traitorous patriots staying in his home.

His accommodations were the finest, and he was never in need of anything. Lady Dawson doted on him as if she was his wife.

It was Friday when she had a ball in his honor. Everyone that was anyone was invited, including General de Grasse. There had to be three hundred people attending, but they barely crowded the ballroom. The two generals sat at the head table, along with Lady Dawson and her husband and other notable dignitaries.

“May I have this dance, Lady Dawson?” He held out his hand for her.

“But of course, General House. I’d be honored.” She felt his firm grip on her hand as they walked out onto the dance floor. A space cleared out before them. With such authority, his hand went around her waist and swept her into his arms with such passion.

Her firm breasts pushed into his chest. It had been a long time since he had a woman, especially such a fine woman. He might be a soldier, but he was also a fine dancer, sweeping her across the floor with such grace. For a few minutes, everyone watched them, and then, they joined in dancing once again. William swept her to the other side of the room where they’d have more privacy. He moved his hand farther down onto her hip, but she didn’t protest. She pushed her body firmer into his. He couldn’t stop his cock from jumping in pleasure. He inhaled the rare fragrance of her perfume.

It had been a long time since a demanding man held her like this. Her husband was a gentle lover, but sometimes, a woman needed to be taken. There was no doubt that General House had more than a passing interest in her. She could feel the bulge that pushed into her pussy. He was big and hard. She felt his hand slide lower and then move back until it sat on the gentle sway of her buttocks. He drew her closer against him, and she felt the way his cock moved against her. He began to dance more vigorously, and that made his cock rub back and forth against her mound. It was delicious and shameful to have him rub her in front of everyone, although no one knew their secret. Her breathing grew ragged as the pleasure swept between her legs. She grew damp.

William got caught up in his pleasure. He was disappointed when the music ended. He brought her back to the table, trying to hide the bulge in his pants that he thought looked so obvious. “It was a delight to dance with such a beautiful woman, Lady Dawson.”

“It was my pleasure, General House. I hope we might do it again.” She had to fight the urge to reach over and touch the prominence in his pants. She’d made him that way, and she felt obligated to relieve him of that burden.

William danced with other women that night, but none of them gave him the pleasure that Lady Dawson did. He’d be leaving New York soon, and he wondered if something might happen between them before he did. It was shameful thoughts he had for a married woman.

Two days later, he told Lady Dawson of his plans to leave for Hartford at the end of the week. He would leave New York in the capable hands of his colonel. It would be a matter of civil authority taking over soon enough, with the military only needed for a show of force. He needed to see how Connecticut was doing, and then, he’d make a trip to Boston. He didn’t worry much about Boston. General de Grasse was heading there this week. He’d voiced his plans that he might retire and live his life out in Boston, if he found it acceptable. William grew fond of Pierre. They were both bachelors and warriors. They had a kinship.

Her husband John had a sense of knowing what to do at the right time. He knew the importance of powerful connections and the need to secure them with whatever means were available and necessary. When Margaret told him of General House’s imminent departure, he made plans to go to Philadelphia for two days on urgent business.

William was surprised the next day when he came home. Most of the other days always had guests for dinner as Lady Dawson paraded him out for everyone to see and meet. The table was only set for two. Even the servants were scarce.

“We’ll be dining alone tonight, General House. My husband is off to Philadelphia for urgent business and won’t be home for two days.”

“He’ll be missed, but I’ll still have the pleasure of your company.” He couldn’t have willed his cock to go down if he tried, and he didn’t. “Let me freshen up, and I’ll be down shortly.”

“Take your time.” She breathed deeply as her heart raced. She hadn’t felt like this for years. It was as if she was a schoolgirl, her heart fluttering with anticipation. She’d never been with another man since she married John. No one ever inspired her this way. She knew she had only one opportunity, and she wouldn’t waste it.

He quickly cleaned up and went back downstairs. They sat down for dinner, but they both knew it was much more than that although neither one made the first move. The butler brought dinner, and they savored it. They talked during dinner, but it was light talk. They had dessert. Finally, the dishes were taken away and the servant brought the brandy.

“I’ll serve it,” Margaret told the servant. “You may go now.” He was the last servant in the house. All the others had gone home. She filled their glasses.

“Come here, Margaret.”

That was the first time that he didn’t call her Lady Dawson. She wasn’t sure that he even knew her first name. She stood up and moved next to him. He pulled his chair away from the table. She took the last step forward as his outstretched arms reached for her.

His hands gripped her hips and pulled her between his legs. He felt her legs push against his thighs as she was drawn closer. He looked up at her, a frightened look in her eyes, and her body trembled when he touched her. He gave her one last chance. “Do you want me to stop?”

It scared her when he touched her, as this finally became a distinct reality, not just a fantasy. “No, take me.” It shocked her as he spun her around and she faced the table. His hand pushed hard on her back until she was bending over the table. The glasses spilled from her bumping into the table, but that didn’t stop him.

“SSSSPLLLATTT!”

Her buttocks burned where he’d spanked her. She couldn’t believe that he did such a thing.

“Naughty girl, you need to be punished.” He didn’t have to hold her down on the table. She didn’t move, lying submissively on it while he pulled the back of her dress up. She wore lots of undergarments, but he hastily pushed them out of the way until he was down to her white, silk knickers. Now, she’d feel his power.

“SSSLLLAAAPPPP!” He caught one of her buttocks. Only her knickers protected her skin, but he caught a bit of her soft, bare flesh with his hand.

“SSSLLLAAAPPPP!” He repeated the slap on her other buttock. He could feel the muscles clench firmly from his spanking.

She didn’t understand why she felt a shameful wetness between her legs. Her dress was pulled up, and he exposed her down to her knickers. He spanked her harshly, yet she felt something different through the pain of the blows.

“Yes, punish me, I deserve it. Take me hard.” She heard her dress ripping, and she didn’t care. His powerful hands turned the silk dress into shreds of cloth that piled up on the floor near her. It didn’t take long before he went to work on her slips, ripping them with the same vigor and determination. They were almost gone, just the top of a slip covered her breasts and her silk undergarment below her waist. He spanked her again, but all she did was shudder in pleasure.

William pulled her up from the table and turned her around until she faced him. He took her hand and placed it on his lap. She didn’t have to be told what to do. He looked down to see her fingers curl around the shaft of his cock as she examined it. He couldn’t control the contractions of his cock as her fingers gripped it so firmly

It was as though she never touched a cock before. Her fingers explored it. It was much bigger than John’s, and it wouldn’t stay still. Her fingers moved up to the head and squeezed it. She had to see it. Her hands went to the buttons and slowly opened them, difficult as his cock strained his pants. She finally succeeded and pulled the pants to the sides. His cock was sheathed in his white undergarment, but it was already wet with drops from the head in his excitement.

William got up so she could finish the job. She continued without any encouragement. Her eyes stared at his cock as she sought to expose it. She pulled his undergarment down as his cock jerked and shuddered excitedly once it was free. Her soft fingers gripped the shaft and held it tight. He looked down as she ran her other hand over the head of his cock. He couldn’t stop the drops of precum that leaked out from her touch. He let her questing hands explore his cock as she held it straight up into the air. She traced her fingernails around the ridge, and then, she cupped his balls with such tenderness. She hefted them up as her fingers sought out his balls. She rolled them in her fingers as if they were toys.

It was a magnificent weapon. It stood up tall and hard, the flesh hot and pulsating. Her fingers worked magic on it, struggling to contain it as it tried to jerk away from her clenching fingers. His balls were heavy as she hefted them up. He waited patiently, as if he was in no hurry. She was pleasuring him with her hands.

“Kneel down,” he ordered her. It wasn’t a question but a demand.

She started to kneel down before she realized why. “No, no, I’ve never done that before.” His hands went to her shoulders and pressed down until she found herself kneeling obediently before him. She came face to face with his cock. The head of it glistened with his leaking juices.

“Open your mouth.” William held his cock with one hand as he began to wipe it across her face. He saw her lips clench tightly in defiance, but he knew he could breach her mouth at any time. He felt the drops drip off the head of his cock as they touched her soft, silky lips.

She felt the wetness on her lips. When he moved his cock away, she spoke. “Let me use my hand on it,” she begged.

“You’ll suck it and do a good job. I’ll teach you to please me.” He pushed his cock back to her lips as they clenched tight once again. He pushed a finger into the corner of her mouth and soon pried her lips open. He looked into her eyes and saw her surrender as her mouth was slowly forced open. It didn’t take much until he could sit his cock on her lower lip. That was all that he needed. He felt her hot breath blow on his cock and that excited him so much that his cock bounced on her lips. With a push of his hips, he breached her mouth with the head before she could say anything except an unintelligible mumble.

Her lips were forced open by his hot flesh. She couldn’t do anything, or at least, she told herself that. Her hands stayed at her side. No self-respecting women of status would submit to such an act, yet she had his cock in her mouth. She didn’t know what to do, but the cock moved in further, and the minute it touched her tongue, it shot up to the roof of her mouth before bouncing back down onto her tongue again. It was her tongue that excited it, so she began to move it. It was a shameful act she performed as her tongue explored his cock just as her fingers had done. But now, she tasted the bitter, salty fluid that her tongue induced from his cock. She knew how profuse men were when they came, and she hoped that it wouldn’t be in her mouth when he climaxed. That didn’t stop her as her tongue swished over his cock.

“Yes, that’s good, Margaret. Move your head, but keep your lips tight around my cock.” He knew the first time he’d cum would be in her mouth. She could bring it back to life, and then, he’d fuck her the way she wanted it, hard and rough. He’d give her something to remember and take her on her dining room table. She could smile every night she had dinner with her husband at the very same table.

She slowly began to take more of his cock into her mouth each time she moved her head. His cock was big and her mouth small, so she used all her newfound talent to give him pleasure. Her lips were tight as she drew her head back, and her tongue never stopped moving, running over the smooth head and then the shaft with its thick veins. More of his leaking juices became profound in her mouth. It refused to mix with her spit, and the thick drops felt like lumps inside her mouth. Her lips had to open wide as she felt the girth of his cock stretch her lips.

It wouldn’t be long now. It had been a long time since anyone made him cum, and his balls ached with the need to empty them. “Deeper, take it all the way in your mouth.” He saw her struggle to comply with his growing impatience. He felt the head of his cock hit the back of her mouth, but then, she pulled back immediately.

She never took his cock from her mouth since the beginning. Her lips felt as though they were part of it, sealed to his shaft as they slid up and down. She could feel his cock grow, not sure how long or thick it would be when he got his climax. She knew that he wouldn’t let her back off his cock until he was finished. She’d have to contend with a mouthful of cum before she was finished satisfying his perverted lust.

His hands went to her head to make sure she didn’t back off at the crucial time. He rocked her head, but her hands never moved as he grew more excited. “Yes, yes, get ready,” his ragged words rang out.

She should’ve known when he’d cum, but she was so immersed in the job of sucking his cock to his satisfaction that it caught her by surprise. It shot out with such power to the back of her mouth. She gurgled as she tried to contain all his juices. He rode her head up and down his cock before he shot a second time. Her cheeks swelled as she tried to hold it all in her mouth, but he continued to eject his cum into her unwilling mouth. Her lips were wrapped so tightly around his cock that nothing could escape. She had no choice but to try to swallow some of it. The only way she could empty her mouth was to swallow it, but the thick, salty cum refused to go down without trouble. She gulped, gagged and finally got some of it to go down her gullet, but he continued to shoot more in her mouth.

It felt so good that it almost hurt to unload his cum from his balls. Her mouth was a hot cauldron of pleasure, and she took his abundant cum. He saw the tears fall from her eyes, but it was her pink lips wrapped around his cock that brought him all the pleasure. He refused to allow her to take his cock out of her mouth until he was completely finished. He tilted her head up. “Lick it,” he ordered her.

She lapped up the last of the cum from his cock. It didn’t matter any longer. Her mouth was covered in his cum and her belly held his warm cum. She couldn’t believe that she did such a thing. But instead of disgusting her from performing such an act, she wanted to feel his cock inside her, taking her hard. She hoped that he’d get hard again quickly, but she knew that if necessary, she’d use her mouth to make him erect once again.

William pulled her to her feet and spun her around once again. He pushed her down until she bent over the table. He ripped her silk undergarment until she was naked below the waist. “Spread your legs,” he ordered her, but he was too excited when he saw her two white buttocks, and his gaze went lower to see her pink pussy peek out intimately between her clenched thighs. He pushed his foot hard against the inside of one ankle and forced her to spread her legs. He kept nudging her ankle until her ankles spread wide and her pussy opened up from behind. His cock already began to grow erect once again.

His boots were harsh on her ankle, and she knew it would be bruised the next day, but when her pussy lips began to part from the wide spread of her legs and she grew wet, she knew she didn’t care. She waited to feel his cock enter her and give her the pleasure of being stretched by such a magnificent monster.

“AAAAWWWW!” It took her by surprise when she felt his hot breath blow on her pussy. She couldn’t believe that he bent over her and his face was only inches from her pussy. “AAAAHHHH!” Another anguished cry came from her mouth when she felt his fingers pull her pussy lips apart and she felt something wet and hot touched her pussy. It was his tongue! Not even John had done that to her. “NO, don’t,” she cried out in denial.

“You sucked my cock. It’s only fitting that I reciprocate as a gentlemen and lick your pussy. Hold still,” he commanded her.

She couldn’t stop her ass from rising up higher as his tongue began to explore her so intimately and expertly. She never felt anything like it before, shaming her with the pleasure she felt between her legs. His tongue touched every inch of her pussy. His fingers parted her lips wide so his tongue could lap up her abundant juices that spilled from her.

He soon had her moaning in pleasure instead of complaining of the shame. He licked up her nectar while his hand stroked his cock. He was up close and personal, and his cock rose up to prominence with very little trouble. He’d love to make her cum while licking her, but his cock needed to be inside that hot, tight hole. William expected that her husband didn’t take her very often or he was small. He’d used one finger to push inside her while he licked her, and she gripped his finger with such possessiveness.

She felt him desert her pussy with his tongue, but after feeling him probe her with one finger, she knew he was testing her before he fucked her. His hands grabbed her hips, and his cock began to rub up and down her slit from behind. He’d take her like an animal. She felt how hard he was as he began to enter her. She stretched to accept him, but her juices flowed like a river as she was impaled.

He held his cock until he could get enough inside her to keep it from bending. He fought her tight hole and her muscles as he got half of his cock inside. He began to draw it out, feeling her cling to his cock. Then, he thrust back in, deeper this time.

“OH, yeees take me, take me hard.” She felt him push with his hips as his cock filled her like she’d never been filled before. He began to fuck her, slamming her into the table. She was being impaled on his cock with such force. Her insides stretched to accept him and clung to his cock when he withdrew. It hurt and felt good all at the same time.

She took every inch of his cock that he pushed in. Once he bottomed out and smashed the head of his cock into her cervix, he began to fuck her fast, making her take the full measure of his cock. He didn’t give her any reprieve, spanking her buttocks as he fucked her. “Squeeze my cock,” he ordered her, punctuating his command with another slap of her buttocks. He reached under her as his fingers sought out her pleasure button. He didn’t rub it softly. He pinched it to make her shove back and greet the thrust of his cock. He soon had her dancing on his cock.

Margaret had never been fucked like this before, and she didn’t know why. It was as if he had four hands and two cocks. He made her move in ways she never knew she could. His cock fucked inside her and touched her in places that had never been touched by a cock. Her buttocks burned where he spanked her, but it only made her wetter and more aroused. She couldn’t wait to cum and for him to cum in her.

“I want you to cum for me, Margaret.” He pulled on her pleasure button and twisted it as his cock fucked her with powerful thrusts. Her muscles gripped him so tight, but her juices flowed freely.

“Yes, yessss,” she cried out as her pleasure exploded in her head. Her pussy gripped his cock so hard, pulsating and clenching until she felt the head of his cock swell and unleash a torrent of cum inside her. That set her pleasure higher as she cried out. Her ass pushed back to receive all that he gave her, and he was plentiful. He flooded her with more of his cum, shooting out so powerfully that she could feel it inside. It drove her orgasm to continue.

He might have just cum, but he unleashed more cum into her. Now, she’d have a belly full and a pussy full of his cum as a reminder of his commanding cock. He spewed into her as if he was never ending. He heard her cries of pleasure as his finger kept up the tormenting pleasure of her button.

Even after her climax began to subside, he shot the last load of cum inside her, and she clenched him affectionately. Only then did he finally pull out of her. She clenched her pussy muscles as the cum began to drip down her thighs. She turned red in shame now that her orgasm was over.

It was easier for William to leave the room than Margaret. Her clothes were in tatters, although he never did see or feel her breasts. “Good night, Margaret,” he said as he pulled up his pants and left her.

She was glad that he left, for she could barely stand. Almost naked, her clothes were no good to her except for bits of cloth to try to cover her shamefully naked body. She slipped up to her room and closed the door and tried to understand what happened to her.

* * *

John came home the night before General House was to leave for Hartford. “Is General House our ally?”

“Yes, I think so. He should grant me any favors that I request of him.”

“And you’ll do the same for him?”

“Yes.”

“I do hope it wasn’t much of an inconvenience, Margaret.”

“No, I endured. You know I’ll do anything to further our business interests.”

* * *

William was having quite a dream. His cock was rock hard. He wanted to reach down and stroke it, but he didn’t need to. It was being taken care of in such a nice manner. He felt soft lips kiss it, but then, he felt a mouth engulf it in a hot embrace. A wet tongue began to sweep across his cock as a hand pushed between his legs and clenched erotically on his balls. He didn’t bother to open his eyes, the pleasurable dream too comforting to stop. The mouth took in more of his cock, and tight lips hugged the shaft as they slid up and down.

He knew he was ready to cum, and the only way for him to do it was to reach down and stroke his cock. When he did, his hand found a head of hair. He opened his eyes in the darkness. There was a body connected to the head that rose up and down his cock.

“I’ll finish you off,” Margaret managed to mumble over the cock that filled her mouth.

He kept his hand on her head, but it was only to rest it. She did all the work, and she did it well. It only took another minute before he couldn’t resist her gentle sucking to overcome his senses. “Yes, take it all.” He made no attempt to pull his cock out of her mouth. He heard her attempt to contend with his cum that filled her mouth, yet she never pulled back. He continued to shoot in her mouth. Even after he shot the last load of cum in her mouth, she didn’t pull away. Her tongue caressed every inch of his cock before she finally released it.

“Have a safe trip, General House.”

“Thank you, Lady Dawson. I’ve enjoyed my stay here.”

“Yes, you have.” She put her robe back on and left him to join her husband in bed. She’d wake him, but it was he that would give her pleasure in return. She’d teach him to pleasure her with his tongue. She’d have him between his thighs until she came on his face and tongue. William had taught her the pleasure of a man’s tongue on her pussy.





CHAPTER 2


Occupation of Hartford



William set out for Hartford with a small contingent of his troops, not more than a hundred. The roads were clear, as the patriots had been driven into the woods in their attempt to escape capture. They’d proved to be unsuccessful. The British troops moved in force, and the patriots lost sanctuary with the local populace. The number of loyalists increased each day. No one wanted to be on the losing side any longer, so they curried favor with the British by turning in the patriots.

Harford was a nice town on the banks of the Connecticut River, halfway between New York City and Boston but not as populated as either. He quickly found the commander of the British troops in Hartford, or he should say that he found William.

“Colonel Henry Ward at your service, General House.” He stood smartly at attention as he entered. This was the man that captured Washington and hung the traitor. He couldn’t believe that he was standing before such a hero and warrior.

William saluted him back. He was a sharp soldier, and he heard good things from the others about him. He ran a tight command, and his men respected him. “Tell me the status of your command.”

“I have five thousand men. We’re spread around and in Hartford. We’ve seized control with little resistance. We’re gathering up the last of the patriots and putting them in a prison camp down river about ten miles. The camp is overcrowded, but we have it under control with less than three hundred soldiers. I don’t have the exact count of prisoners, as it increases each day, but it a bit over four thousand. Many of the patriots are beginning to flee to the south, unable to get home through our troops.”

“They won’t last long in the south. They’re strangers down there, and the populace will turn them over to our troops. The Continental Army is no longer, and these men are traitors.”

“They were no match for the British soldiers. Will we be going home now that it’s over?”

“I suspect that the crown will decide to take a different tact here now. It’ll become a colony under strict British control. The states will be dissolved, and the government will be turned over to the British aristocrats to run efficiently. That will require a continuous military presence of either British troops or local armies raised by the officials that are given the lands to put under their protection and control.”

“Will you stay, General House?”

“First, let me see the country a bit more without being distracted by battles. It’s a beautiful country, and with the correct administration, it would be an enjoyable outpost to command as a general or an earl.”

“I welcome the opportunity to assist you in any way I can.” Colonel Ward could see that connecting with General House could be instrumental in his success. He had no immediate family in London and would like to stay here as long as the circumstances were correct.

“Show me around Hartford. I’m going to need a command center as well as a place to reside. I was lucky in New York City and I was invited to live in a fine home, but that was a short-term stay. I plan to be here much longer.”

“We can commandeer any home or business. There is one fashionable neighborhood, and many of the owners were patriots. It would only be fitting that we seize their homes as well as them.”

William enjoyed the carriage ride in Hartford. The streets were lined with large oak trees, the grass lush and green. It was much nicer than New York City with all the traffic and noise. Here, William could exist without the threat of battles. All of the owners of the mansions lived a fine life. The lawns were massive and manicured. The rock driveways meandered to the front of the houses in open invitation. The houses were massive Victorians with ornately carved details.

Colonel Ward saw his eyes light up when he gazed at the yellow Victorian house. It was the finest on the street. “That’s owned by Adam and Abagail Hyde. She lives in the house, but Adam hasn’t been seen in a month or more, most likely a patriot. They own six mercantile shops in Connecticut and they have done very well.”

“It’s a big house. Do they have any children?”

“No, but Abagail is young, late twenties at the most, and very beautiful. Adam inherited some of his wealth, but he’s an astute businessman and he has done well in doubling the number of mercantile shops he owns.” He would show his usefulness to the general. “Would you like me to check to see if Adam has been captured?”

“Yes, do so. I might fancy that house for my living accommodations.”

“I’m sure that Abagail can be coerced into staying if you do. Threats against her husband and their business can be a great motivator. It’s about time that the colony feels the strict rule of the king.”

“Yes, it’ll be a new day for them. Check on his status. If you find him, make sure that he is on the next ship to the penal colony in Australia.”

“We’re shipping the officers to Australia?” That is the first he heard of it.

“Yes, they’ll not be any more trouble in the future.”

“That’s such a wonderful idea.” That would make it much easier if there were no leaders left to spark another insurrection. “I’ll see to it immediately.”

* * *

Adam huddled in a corner. He’d been captured two days before in upstate New York. He’d tried four times in Connecticut to get to Hartford, but the troops were everywhere and in large numbers. Each time he was turned back, and he had to go further north to evade them. Finally, his luck ran out. They were caught a mile from Lake George in upstate New York. He and the other two men with him were taken to a camp forty miles away. There were thousands in it living in squalor and filth. The camp was ringed with wire to keep them in, and British soldiers patrolled the outside parameter day and night. They had taken his last possession of his life, his gold wedding ring. All he had was memories of Abagail now.

He’d given them a fake name, but within a couple of days, they knew his correct name. Men told on each other in exchange for small rations of food or the hope of being released. Two days later, he was pulled from the tent. He expected to be questioned, but he was chained and put on a wagon. He spent two days in the wagon with other prisoners. He knew a few of them. They were all officers. They arrived in New York City at the harbor. They barely had a chance to stretch their legs before they were boarded onto a ship and pushed into the hold. It wasn’t any better than the camp. There had to be five hundred men in a hold that shouldn’t house more than a hundred. He felt the ship set sail, but he didn’t know where he was destined, but he could tell they were far out to sea with no land around. He could no longer hear sea gulls.

* * *

General House had kept him busy the last few days, inspecting all the troops and the nearby prison camp. But, he was happy in everything he found. Now, Henry had good news for him. “Adam Hyde is on the way to Australia with five hundred of his fellow traitors. I heard he has Thomas Jefferson as a companion,” laughing at the plight of the patriots. “They got what they deserved. Would you care to move into your new residence today?”

“As much as you have given me gracious residence, I do think Abagail Hyde’s residence will be much more suitable for me. I should be hearing back from the crown within a week. I have high hopes of what I’ll hear.”

“I’ve found billets nearby for the troops you brought with you, or I can supply you with my men to take care of security at your residence.”

“Take my men into your command. You know this city, so your troops can provide all the security I’ll need. I don’t expect any trouble. It’s a matter of retraining the populace to their new life. We can discuss that at my new headquarters and residence this week. Give me a few minutes to pack my things, and then, we can go.”

“I’ll have the carriage outside when you’re ready.”

William was glad that the colonel was so proficient. He had fifty of his crack soldiers on horses to go with them. A show of force was appropriate.

Abagail was in the kitchen checking on lunch preparations when she heard the commotion in the living room. Her heart raced as the expectations of Adam’s return raced through her head. She hadn’t heard from him in weeks, and she worried that he was captured. The British were everywhere. She raced to the living room, but what she found were the red uniforms of two British officers in her living room. The door was open, and there were dozens of British soldiers in front, dismounting from their horses and walking around the outside of the house. “What is the meaning of this?” She huffed adamantly at their intrusion.

“Lady Hyde, I presume.” William looked at her with a keen eye. She had a lovely body beneath the tight dress, and her proud breasts pushed up high with a generous amount of cleavage revealed.

She knew officers’ ranks, and this one was a general and the other a colonel. Could this be the famous General House? He was younger than she expected and fit. She thought all British generals were fat and old. “Yes, and you’ve intruded into my house!”

“Under the authority of the British crown, I hereby commandeer this residence for the British government.” Henry loved saying those words to the wealthy patriots, taking their homes from them after their humiliating defeat.

“You have no right under Connecticut law.” She didn’t know how or why, but she was sure that he couldn’t do that. If only Adam was here now to help her.

“Connecticut has been abolished by the crown. You are now a colony under the direct rule of the British crown, subject to all the laws and pronouncements of the crown. All of your governments have been abolished and seized by the crown’s soldiers. There will be only one rule, and that is the crown.” Henry continued to smirk as he said it.

“You can’t…“

That is enough from you, Abagail. This will become my residence and command center with no further discussion.” William wouldn’t have any more of her insolence. She’d soon be tamed.

“I’ve never been treated so badly,” she huffed.

“You should have thought about that before you decided to go against the crown. Now, fetch me some tea, and we can discuss this further.”

“Hhhmmmuff,” she exclaimed softly, but she left the room to get some tea. She had visitors coming for lunch, but she knew that as soon as they saw the British troops outside, they’d turn around and go home.

William and Henry had already made themselves comfortable in the living room by the time she brought back the tea. She put it on the table in front of them, but when the general stared at her, she knew she had to pour it. “Cream or sugar?” she asked politely.

“Cream only,” William replied.

“Both, thank you,” Henry replied.

She poured herself one out of politeness, although she shouldn’t. She had decided in the kitchen that she’d leave the house to them. There was nothing she could do. She’d wait for Adam to return and let him take care of them.

“You’ll stay in the house and run it as you did before. I have no desire to do that. You seem to be a capable woman. But, do not think that this is your house any longer. It’s the crowns until I decide otherwise. You will take care of my needs as required of you.” She might not be a loyalist as Lady Dawson and submit so easily to his pleasures, but submit Abagail would.

“I’ll do no such thing. Yes, you might take my house, but I’ll not stay here a minute longer. I’ll take my possessions and leave immediately.” That would settle that. There was no way she’d reside in a house with a British general in it. What would the neighbors think of such a thing?

“I’ll not make you a prisoner in this house, but I suspect that you’ll stay if you ever want to see your husband again. Adam, is it not?” William smirked widely when he saw the shocked look in her face.

“What have you done to my husband?” Her hopes were shattered when he mentioned his name.

“He’s currently housed in a prison in Pennsylvania. He was caught near Lake George in upstate New York. You will comply with my requests unless you want your husband to suffer for your insolence and disobedience.” William loved the way her body began to tremble.

“You knew his name, everyone does. You’re lying to me. Adam has no allegiance to the patriots. We were loyalists like many others here.”

Henry spoke up this time. “Adam was an officer in the Continental Army. All officers can be arrested as traitors and hung as Washing and Arnold were in New York.” He reached in his pocket and handed it to her. “I offer you this as proof. You may keep it as a remembrance of him if you don’t do as ordered.”

She recognized it immediately when she took it. The inside of Adam’s wedding band was engraved with both of their initials. She was defeated.

“Well, Abagail. What’ll it be?”

“I’ll stay.”

“And serve me?”

“Yes, and serve you.”

“Sir.

“Yes, Sir.” She feared what would happen now. She’d be alone and defenseless in the house with these two men, and they had all the power if she wanted to see her husband again. Even if she did what was asked of her, she had no assurances that they’d let Adam go.

“What time is lunch?”

“In an hour,” she responded. “Sir,” quickly she added.

“I’ll take Adam’s study as my office.” He would continue to use Adam’s name to make sure that it was a constant reminder to her that he controlled his destiny.

“I’ll have his things removed immediately, Sir.” She didn’t want them tossed away like trash.

“Very good, Abagail. We’re going to get along tremendously.” So far, she was amenable, but tomorrow would be the first real test of her resolve.

Lunch was nice, small chatter of no consequences, but Abagail behaved herself. After lunch, William took over his study. It was a nice room, all wood panels and bookshelves. Adam seemed to be a learned man. The leather books were abundant and varied in titles. He was glad Abagail left his cigar case and also his liquors. He settled in in the leather chair behind the desk.

At least the general kept to himself during the day and Abagail stayed out of sight. He had lots of visitors, but she expected that he would, most of them officers, but there was a few that weren’t. Abagail knew them to be loyalists, and some of them were her neighbors.

After dinner, the two officers took to the living room for brandies, and Abagail politely excused herself and went to bed. She locked the door behind her. She had a difficult time sleeping. The slightest noise woke her up, and when she did sleep, it was fitful with nightmares of what Adam must be suffering while in the prison.

When she awoke in the morning, she was still tired, but she had many things to do. It was a big house that needed to be run, and with the soldiers, it was more difficult. When she went downstairs, the officers were already having their breakfast. “Good morning,” she said cordially but not with much conviction.

“I’ll need the dining room table at one today for a staff meeting with my officers.”

“That wouldn’t be a problem,” as she headed for the kitchen for some coffee. It was going to be a long day.

The day passed quickly. She was glad that the soldiers brought food so she wouldn’t have to spend her money paying for it. They even brought liquor and cigars.

After dinner, she brought them both their brandies. The general sat on the couch and the colonel sat on Adam’s favorite chair. They had the cigars out when she poured them their brandy.

“Would you mind lighting my cigar, Abagail?”

She picked up the silver lighter on the table next to him. She’d light it and then get out of there and go to her sanctuary in her bedroom. She lit the cigar and waited as he puffed on it. She began to back away when she noticed that his gaze was down the front of her dress. Bent over, she revealed much more cleavage than she expected. She put the lighter back on the table and started to leave before she felt his hand.

“You’re not finished yet, Abagail.” He grabbed her hand, not harshly but firmly. He saw the startled look in her green eyes. His cock was rock hard, and the look of fear only made it jerk. He felt her resist until he stared deeply into her eyes. She surrendered as he pulled her hand until it pushed into his lap.

She saw both men stare at her as her hand was thrust into his lap. There was no doubt of his arousal. She could feel his erection move beneath her fingers, but his hand held her on his cock. This is what she’d feared. “Please, no, no,” she begged, but his hand was determined. He wouldn’t release her.

“Curl your fingers around it, Abagail. I’m sure you’ve done it many times to Adam and would like to do it in the future,” he threatened her. He waited and soon got her response. Her fingers moved in his lap, and his cock moved violently from her touch. Her fingers were possessive as they grabbed the shaft.

It was humiliating for her to do, especially as the colonel watched her. His cock was big and throbbing beneath his touch, and she feared that he’d want more than this. She had no choice but perform for him. Her fingers explored the shaft as it moved beneath her touch. She moved up the shaft until she felt the swollen head. She pinched it tight to keep it still, but he didn’t protest. She began to run her fingers up and down the cock etched in his red trousers. She hoped that she could make him cum quickly and end this degrading act.

“She’s very good,” William complimented her. “Take my cock out of my trousers so I can feel your soft hands on it.”

Her fingers were nervous as they tried to contend with the buttons. Each time she touched him, his cock would jerk and shudder. She finally got all the buttons open and now worked on the thick leather belt. It clamored loudly as if it was a bell that proudly proclaimed that she was taking his cock out. She finally opened it, and his trousers spread open. His undergarment could barely contain his cock, and she saw the shameful wet spot on it. She’d caused it.

He couldn’t suppress the groan of pleasure that her hand on his cock brought to his lips. With only his undergarment between her naked hand and his near-naked cock, it jumped in excitement. She pinched his cock, but he gave her a stare until her hand went back to work in freeing his cock of the tight confines of his undergarment.

She slowly drew his undergarment down. As soon as the head of his cock was free, it leaped in excitement. As she drew the garment down, his cock bounced around without restraint. Her hand hesitated for a moment, fearing touching his naked cock. She’d never touched another man since she married Adam, always faithful. Now, she’d have to perform this loathsome task in order to save him. His cock was hot and throbbing when her fingers touched it. She tightened her grip on it as it shuddered as it sought to get loose.

“You have such a soft, silky touch but with such skill. Stroke me, Abagail.”

She went about her appointed task of pleasuring him with her hand. She knew she wouldn’t be finished until she made him climax, not sure what she’d do when he shot out. Then, there was the matter of the colonel. Will he require the same act from me? Her fingers ran over the loose skin of his shaft, sliding it up and down. She saw the drops slip out of the hole on the head as they glistened in the light. She held his cock up in the air as she used long strokes from the thatch of wiry hair to the head. With her other hand, she slipped her fingers beneath the pronounced ridge and found the soft underside. She dug a fingernail in the soft flesh and expected a protest from him, but instead, he jetted prematurely. She couldn’t believe that he enjoyed that so much. It should’ve hurt. In order to please him, she pinched the ridge with one hand and stroked the shaft with the other. She began a rhythm.

William didn’t know how much longer he could wait before he came. She was gifted with her hands, and he hoped that she had other talents with the rest of her body. They’d be put to good use in the days ahead. She pumped his cock with such vigor and enthusiasm. “Let me feel your gifted touch on my balls.”

She couldn’t understand why he’d want her to touch him there. Adam was always sensitive there, and she expected men didn’t want to be touched in such a vulnerable spot. She thought all men were delicate there. She released the head of his cock, and with her other hand, she took longer strokes and ran over the ridge and the hole in the tip. Each time she touched the hole, she got more drops to leak out. She felt the hot, slippery juices stain her hand, but it made it easier for her hand to slide on his cock. Her other hand went between his legs as he conveniently spread them wider in spite of the constraints of his partially drawn-down trousers. His thatch was thick and wiry. Her fingers slipped between his legs and gingerly cupped his balls. His cock jumped from her first touch, yet she barely touched it.

“Don’t be afraid,” he urged her. He loved the harsh touch of a woman’s hands on his balls.

She felt the wrinkled skin on his bag, and the hairs rubbed on her palm. She tightened her grip on his balls tentatively until she felt his twin balls slide around inside the bag. She began to roll them in her fingers, and his cock could barely be contained in her hand it jumped so fiercely. For some reason, he liked that, so she wouldn’t discourage him, anything to end this degrading task.

His balls were manipulated with such skill. It was as though she urged the cum from deep inside his balls. “Take out your handkerchief. I don’t want a mess when I cum.”

She released his balls to get it. It was one of her finest, a misuse of a beautiful fabric. She continued to stroke his cock, not wanting him to lose his ardor and force her to do this longer than necessary. She put the handkerchief on his leg next to his cock so she could grab it quickly. She used her fingernail to draw over the ridge of his cock with success. Drops of his cum leaked out more profusely as she stroked him. Her hand griped his balls tighter. He rose up from the chair, but he didn’t ask her to stop. She stoked him faster, and she grabbed the handkerchief and used it to slide up and down his cock. She wrapped it around the head to trap it and then tightened it until the head swelled up. It was as though she put a noose around it. The end of it was wet with leaking cum.

It felt like the head of his cock was caught in a vise. The soft cloth felt much different when it was tied around the head of his cock. He never felt anything like it, and as she gripped his balls in her hands tightly, he knew it was over. He couldn’t have stopped the inevitable if he tried.

She could feel the shaft of his cock swell up, and she knew enough to know that he was about to cum. His ass never touched the couch as she yanked him up by his balls, but he never protested. She gave her handkerchief one last twist and that seemed to be what did it. Her handkerchief was suddenly soaking wet as his cock jerked and shuddered in her tight grip when he came. She began to milk his balls as she twisted the handkerchief. She couldn’t stop the cum that stained her hands, but it would soon finally end. She could smell his cum and see it bubble out from beneath the fine fabric of her handkerchief. The more she twisted and milked, the more he shot out. Soon, her handkerchief was covered in his wetness, but she never pulled her hands away until he was finished. She saw the look of contentment on his face as he finished. She pulled her handkerchief away, soaked in her hand. The colonel looked at her with awe on his face.

“Thank you, Abagail. And Adam thanks you,” he added. “You may go to bed now while we have our brandies.” He made no attempt to pull up his pants until she left the room.

“That went well, General.” Henry was pleased with her response.

“Yes, tomorrow, we’ll show her more.”





CHAPTER 3


Bound and Ravished



William had meeting after meeting. The occupation was going exceedingly well. The patriots had completely given up, and without their leadership, there would be no problems in the future. Almost all the list of important patriots had been captured and set sail for prion in Australia. It would be a matter of days before he’d hear from the crown since his victory. He hoped for direction and gratitude.

He saw Abagail often during the day, but she seemed to try not to look him in the eye. Each time he saw her, his cock would perk up at the thought of her soft, experienced hand.

He finished up in the afternoon, and as he passed her room, the door was open and he saw it. It was a grand room with a massive bed in the center of it. It was a bit too feminine for his taste with a canopy and all, but it was fitting for someone of her stature and his. He knew what he had to do.

It was late afternoon when Abagail heard a commotion upstairs. She raced up the steps, and she saw half-dozen soldiers carrying things out of her room. She saw that it was her clothes and personal effects. “What are you doing?” She shouted indignantly at the soldiers, but they ignored her as if she wasn’t there. They continued to empty her room. She raced downstairs to find the general and demand that it stop. She barged into his office. The colonel was seated in front of the desk and turned to look at her.

“What is the meaning of this?” She huffed at the general.

“We’re having a meeting if that is to your suiting.” William acted calmly, but he knew why she was here.

“I don’t care what you do here, but upstairs, they are emptying my bedroom. I asked them to stop, but they ignored me.”

“Well, let’s see what is going on.” He got up, and Henry followed him. They both had a nice view of her luscious ass as she swished erotically up the stairs in haste.

By time she reached the room, the soldiers were gone. She looked inside and everything that made it her room was gone except for the furniture. “All my personal effects are gone!”

“Oh, that. I saw your room, and it’s more fitting for my status. I would’ve told you, but I’ve been busy taking care of the aborted uprising. Your personal effects have been put in the room down the hall. It’s one of the nicest ones, so you should be comfortable there.” He saw her face turn red.

“HHUMMPPH,” she murmured loudly. It was bad enough he took over her house, her husband’s office, put him in prison, but now, he took her bedroom that she once shared with her husband. Still, she had no say in the matter. Her only hope was to go along with everything and hope that he’d either leave or release her husband from prison. She hoped it would be soon. She began to walk off to straighten out her new bedroom.

“Don’t go yet, come in.” He smirked at Henry.

What did he want now? Would I have to show him everything about my room that he stole from me? She wanted to get it over as soon as possible. She went into the room.

“Lie on the bed.” William saw the shocked look on her face.

“What!” That couldn’t be what he said.

He saw that she wore the ring that William had given her that was her husband’s around her neck on a chain. “Would you like that ring to be returned to your husband or would you like it to be the last memento from him?” He had no qualms about blackmailing her to get what he wanted.

Damn, she hated that he held it over her head. I masturbated him yesterday, what can I expect today? She knew she had no choice as she got on her bed that she shared with her husband. She lay in the middle of it as the two officers stood over her with shit-eating grins on their faces. As she looked at them, she couldn’t help but notice the bulges in their pants.

William couldn’t wait any longer after seeing her luscious body lying prone on the bed. He climbed on the bed near her waist. He saw her flinch when he got near her. “Relax, Abagail. There is nothing you can do but submit,” he warned her.

She hated that he was correct. She cringed at the thought of his hands touching her. He touched her ankle first, the only part of her leg that was naked. Her long dress covered everything else on purpose. She didn’t want to incite his pleasure by being too sexy or revealing. His hand was clammy but strong as it touched her. She struggled not to move her leg as it began to slide up her leg beneath her dress. She knew what he was doing, and it was only a matter of time before he’d push her dress out of the way. Both men eyed her leg as her dress was pulled up higher. She panicked when it went to her knee. “No, please, no,” she begged, but she didn’t dare try to stop him.

“Lovely leg,” Henry complimented. He couldn’t wait to see more.

His grubby hand touched her higher and slid between her legs until she felt it on her thighs. She tried to clench her legs tighter, but his large hand prevented her from doing anything but clench on his hand as if she wanted to trap it for her pleasure. His fingers began to push into her flesh.

He felt the soft flesh of her thigh as his cock grew in anticipation. Her dress was pulled up high, so he could see the white flesh revealed. She kept her legs closed, but she’d surrender soon enough, and then, he could have his way with her. His powerful hand between her legs began to push outward, and she had no choice but to spread her legs wider apart. “Yes, that’s good, Abagail, spread your legs and keep them there. Or else,” he warned her.

He was too strong for her to stop him. Her dress went higher now that his hand was between her legs. His fingers inched up her soft, inner thighs. Her undergarment would soon be revealed and then, she feared his touch between her legs.

He slipped the dress up higher and caught the first glimpse of her white undergarment. It was a frilly, silk garment that was pulled tightly over her mound. She saw the colonel lean over so he could get a better view, shaming her as the two men exposed her. She felt the edge of her dress slip up her legs, and she knew that she was exposed, but he didn’t stop until her dress was up to her waist. She was completely exposed from her waist down with only her undergarment covering her most intimate treasures.

“I’ve uncovered your hidden beauty, Abagail, now it’s time to explore it. Hold still,” he gave her a final warning. Her legs were parted slightly, but he’d have them spread wide, just as soon as he rid her of the undergarment.

She held her breath as his hand touched her. It was between her legs as it moved quickly up until it almost touched her crotch, but then, it moved away and went to her hip. He began to caress her as lightly as her husband did. He moved up and down, and his fingers curled to touch the naked edge of her buttocks. “AAAHHH!” It shocked her when his hand slid over her belly but low down. She could feel his hand touch her pubic hairs, hidden by her undergarment, but they resonated all the way to the follicles. His hand moved back and forth, but each time, it slid a bit lower. She shivered when his fingers touched the top of her slit, but then, he moved away. She felt a tremor run through her body from the unwelcome touch, but it wasn’t revulsion she felt. It had been a long time since Adam had touched her.

His fingers traced along to where her leg met her torso, moving down toward her crotch. He felt her move, but he went from one side to the other as she squirmed. His fingers brushed lightly over her mound once again as he moved back up. His fingers traced along the waistband of her undergarment, touching naked flesh and seeing goose bumps appear.

His hand slid the waistband of her undergarment lower, fearing that he’d take it off, but his fingers ran over the top of her bush and trailed through the fine hairs. She felt a few hairs plucked out by his large hand, but the pain was nothing compared to the shame. His hand was outside of her undergarment as they ran over her slit, and his fingers dug into her flesh more harshly. His fingers pulled her pussy lips apart, and her undergarment was pushed between them as they closed.

His hand grew bolder as he felt her pussy beneath his fingers. He ran his hand between her legs and grabbed her crotch. His fingers forced her legs to spread wider and he dug his hand into her mound with such determination. He got a gasp from her as he gripped her by her pussy. He squeezed tighter.

Her ass rose up from the bed when his hand gripped her crotch. His fingers dug into her pussy, including one finger that forced its way in her slit. He took her breath away by his rude handling of her body. It wasn’t the caress of a lover, but it was the harsh touch of a molester. He released her crotch, but it was his words that shocked her again.

“Let me slip that fragile garment from your body, Abagail, so we may feast upon your naked flesh.”

No man had seen her naked since she married, Adam. This she never expected. She was forced to lift up her ass as he slid them off as if she wanted this to happen. She felt the silk fabric run over her mound and then slip down her legs. The general tossed it aside as though it was a rag. She clenched her thighs tightly together, but that only lasted seconds. His hand grabbed her ankles, and he yanked her legs apart, as though they were the wishbone of a turkey. Her legs had to be a couple of feet part when he released them. It was too much for her to comprehend. Her hands reached down between her legs to hide her pussy.

“We’ll have none of that, Abagail.” Henry expected her reluctance, and he was prepared. He pulled the rope that was tucked beneath the bed.

William slapped her inner thighs with a resounding thud that was answered by her gasp of pain. “Put your hands over your head and keep them there.”

She felt a second slap, and her thighs stung from the blows. She had no choice as she raised her arms high over her head. It took the colonel only seconds to begin to tie rope around them. She never felt such helplessness as her wrists were bound together. She was defenseless, and these men would take advantage of that. They weren’t gentlemen. He tied the other end of the rope to the headboard, which left her arms outstretched. Then, she saw what the general pulled up from under the bed. Where did all of this come from? They had planned her ravishment meticulously. She never saw anything like it before, but she could tell what it was for. It was a long wooden dowel, about three feet long, but in the ends were leather cuffs bolted into each one. The general moved to her ankles.

William loved attaching an ankle to one end of the spreader bar, and then, he yanked her other ankle rudely open. His gaze was between her legs as her pussy opened up for his viewing pleasure. By the time he secured her other ankle in the spreader bar, her pussy lips had parted and he could see the glistening wetness on her pink inner lips. He licked his lips in anticipation and rubbed his cock.

Now, she was utterly defenseless with the men poised over her. The general rubbed his crotch rudely. “NO, NOOOO,” she shouted out when the colonel began to open his pants. He drew out his cock. Abagail was unable to draw her eyes away from it as he exposed it. It was long and thick. He stroked it, and she saw the white drops leak from the tip. She clenched her lips tight as he moved closer to her. He bent his cock down until she felt the hot flesh mar her skin. He began to rub his cock on her face, and she felt the trail of wetness follow it. He pulled his pants down farther until he exposed his testicles. The wiry hairs began to run over her smooth skin. She clenched her lips tighter when his cock ran over her lips. She wouldn’t take his cock in her mouth.

William saw Henry begin to rub his cock on her face, so he went to work on her pussy. He reached over and grabbed the lips of her pussy. He was surprised that they were oily as he gripped them tightly in his fingers. He began to open her up. Her pink, shiny inner lips were revealed as well as the dark, mysterious hole. Could she be wet?

She closed her eyes in shame as she was intimately exposed. Her pussy was being manhandled. She could feel the air blow on her inner lips and knew how exposed she was. His fingers began to move up and down her slit, opening her up from her pussy to her pleasure button. He tugged hard on her lips. And she had to contend with the colonel rubbing his aroused cock on her face and lips.

William released her lips, but only so his finger could explore the soft, inner flesh. His finger pushed between her lips, and he found her secret. The flesh was wet. His finger slid easily up and down her slit as he gathered up more of her juices. “She grows wetter,” he said loudly.

Her eyes clenched tighter in humiliation as his finger began to touch her just as she’d do in the privacy of her own bed. His touch was no longer harsh, but his large finger was insistent as it spread her lips wide, so he could explore her. His finger went all the way down her slit, but then, it stopped. He was poised at the opening of her pussy. He pressed with his finger and began to spread her open. Her muscles tightened on his finger, but she could do nothing to keep him out. She felt the shameful wetness on his fingers from her juices. “NO, NOOO,” she mumbled through clenched lips when she couldn’t keep him out. His finger pressed inward, and her ass left the bed as he impaled her. His finger turned and twisted inside her, feeling the thick knuckles push hard against the elastic walls of her pussy.

“Hot and tight, just the way I like it.” He pushed his finger in deeper, feeling her muscles clench on it with such enthusiasm. He began to run his finger in and out. Her juices ran freely and nosily.

How could I grow aroused at this behavior? His finger invaded her, and she grew wet. The finger was long and went in deeper. She could feel the thick knuckles rub inside her. Her shameless muscles clenched onto his finger. She hoped that he’d stop before she couldn’t control her emotions any longer.

William pulled his finger out of her, but only so he could taste her. He wondered if her husband ever did that. He’d soon find out. He moved on the bed. He grabbed the center of the spreader bar and pulled it up into the air as he pushed back. Her ass rose up from the bed as he bent her in two.

She was already spread lewdly, but now, she was bent in half. All of her crotch was opened up from pussy to her backside. She closed her eyes. She was being bent in half, and she feared why. He was on the bed between her legs, but she never heard him open his pants. Would he fuck me? “NNNNOOOO!” She opened her eyes suddenly when she felt his hot breath blow on her pussy. His face was only inches from her pussy, and with her legs tossed up into the air and spread wide, she knew what he’d do. Adam had tried it once, but she refused him. She feared that he’d want her to do the same thing to him, and she vowed never to take his cock in her mouth. She wouldn’t be able to handle mouthfuls of cum. That would be too degrading of a task.

He could smell the scent of her pussy, and he licked his lips. With the spreader bar doing an excellent job of keeping her legs parted, he leaned over her until his outstretched tongue found her pussy lips. Her lips were parted, and his tongue eagerly sought its way between them. He gathered up her succulent nectar as he began to lick her intimately.

She shut her eyes once again, unable to come to grips with having a man lick her intimately, especially when it wasn’t her husband. Yet, she couldn’t stop him or herself. His tongue was more practiced than his finger. It visited every inch of her pussy. She still had the cock that rubbed her face to contend with. She struggled in the tight bondage that held her open for them. Her mind and body had a difficult time comprehending what was happening to her. She should feel shame, not pleasure, yet she felt both at the same time.

He made his tongue rigid like a cock and speared her pussy with it. Her muscles gripped it tight when he entered her. He moved it inside of her, riding her with it. His fingers spread her lips wide, and his nose ran up and down her slit as he licked her.

His tongue felt like a serpent sliding in and out of her pussy. His face was pushed into her pussy while he slobbered loudly for all to hear. She struggled with the increasing pleasure she felt from this despicable act.

William began to see the change in her. She might protest what was being done to her, but her body said something different. He pulled his tongue from her pussy and replaced it with two fingers that sought out the tight, elastic walls. His tongue slid higher up her slit until he found it. She couldn’t hide her arousal. Her pleasure button stood out like a hard rock, exposed and seeking out the slightest of a touch. He found it with his lips. He clasped onto it and drew it into his mouth with powerful suction. His tongue greeted it with enthusiasm, licking the very tip until it swelled in his mouth.

Henry watched Abagail carefully as the general began to lick her. He waited for the right moment, and he knew it was close. He kept his cock on her clenched lips, poised for action.

She thought two fingers inside her pussy was more than enough pleasure, but then she felt his lips grasp her pleasure button. It was stretched into his hot mouth, and then, his rough tongue began to race over the tip of it like sandpaper, but as harsh as his tongue was, it turned to pleasure in seconds. She gasped loudly at the unexpected touch of his tongue on such a delicate part of her body. “AAAHHHHH!” That was her downfall in more than one way. When she opened her mouth to cry out, she forgot about the cock that was on her lips. The colonel had waited for this moment, and he had instant success. With a jerk of his hips and a push of his cock with his fingers, his cock invaded her lips. Once it breached her lips, she couldn’t keep it out. The thick head stretched her lips wider as it began to slide over her wet lips. She tried to turn her head away to escape it, but the colonel grabbed the side of her head and prevented her from moving. The smooth head of his cock slid in until it touched her tongue. She tried to move it out of the way, but all she did was excite his cock. It jerked inside her mouth and settled back down on her tongue again. This time, it stained her tongue with a drop of his foul-tasting cum. It was so thick and salty, she grimaced.

“Suck the colonel’s cock, Abagail. There is no escape for you,” William warned her.

His rubbery cock filled her mouth, and she couldn’t do anything to push it out. She was trapped and all while the general continued to lavish attention on her pleasure button. She was torn between getting pleasure and giving it. She tried to keep her tongue still as the colonel held her head and began to move his hips. More of his cock slipped through her lips. She could feel the thick ridge slide through, and then, her lips were wrapped around the loose skin of the shaft. She could feel the throbbing veins that pulsated with his blood. His cock slid over her tongue. More of his leaking cum fouled her mouth.

William and Henry took her for an erotic ride. William aroused her with his tongue to a fever pitch that she couldn’t deny. Her pussy flooded his face as he licked, lashed and tugged on her pleasure button. Henry began to teach her to pleasure his cock. He rode half of his cock through her soft, virgin lips and gifted her with drops of his precum. His hips moved more energetically as his balls rubbed on her face from his thrusts.

William knew she’d cum soon, but it would be on his terms, not hers. He pulled his mouth from her pleasure button and replaced it with his fingers. He rubbed it softly and then pushed his finger harshly into her pelvic bone as if he would crush it. It did little to diminish her pleasure, bordering on pain and pleasure. His mouth slid down over her perineum and then to the crack of her ass. With her leg so wide, her crack was barely visible, but it was the tiny brown hole that was nestled in it that he sought with his tongue. He licked it and tasted the tart hole.

“MMMGGLLLHHH!” Her mouth was stuffed with cock, so she couldn’t cry out her indignation when it could only be a tongue that touched her in such a dirty place. How could he? It was humiliating to be licked back there. Her anal muscles revolted from the unnatural touch. She couldn’t control the spasms of her muscles. The colonel was thrusting into her mouth more urgently now, and she was fouled with his leaking cum, but she feared that he’d unleash much more and she couldn’t do anything about it. She couldn’t deny that his finger felt good, even though his tongue deserted her pleasure button. He took her from pleasure to pain and back until she couldn’t tell the difference, as long as his finger didn’t desert her. She tried to ignore the insistent tongue that felt like he was trying to enter her anus with it.

Henry held out as long as he could. He wanted her to cum first. She didn’t do much sucking his cock, but her tight lips and hot mouth was enough for his pleasure. He couldn’t deny that he felt such pleasure when she hummed her protest. They’d train her to perform soon enough.

His cock filled her mouth, but she put all her attention to her pleasure button. It swelled and filled with blood as the finger was relentless in driving her lust. She should resist this, but she didn’t, not sure if it was because she was bound and spread for them and couldn’t stop them or it was the way they took her ruthlessly. She vowed she’d never take a man’s cock in her mouth, yet her mouth was stuffed with a leaking cock. She hated the vile taste, but she swallowed it when it mixed with her spit. “MMGGGLLLGGHH!” She cried out as she came. It was so explosive, like nothing she ever felt before. It was as if her world was ending with this one last orgasm and it would consume her body. Not even the tongue that stretched her anal ring open and entered her could dull the pleasure. Then it happened. Her lips stretched wider as his cock swelled in her mouth. It was as if it exploded in her mouth. It shot with such power to the back of her mouth, and she coughed as some of the hot, thick cum went down her throat. It was so profuse. She’d seen men cum before, but in her mouth, it felt like a flood, and she had no choice but to taste it as it blanketed her tongue with the thick crème. He began to thrust more urgently as he continued to spew into her unwilling mouth. That should’ve ended her orgasm, but it was the opposite. It sent it to a higher level as her mouth had to contend with his growing cum that filled it until her cheeks swelled to contain it.

It was as if Henry hadn’t cum in years when he let loose in her mouth. After watching the general get his cock masturbated by her hand yesterday, his balls ached for the same relief. He got it with her mouth, claiming it for his own. She kept her lips tight as he continued to shoot inside her mouth. Very little of his cum could escape as his cock stretched her lips to the maximum.

She never came so hard or long. She couldn’t contain the cum in her mouth any longer, and he refused to pull his cock out. She had no choice but to try to get the cum to go down her gullet. It was so thick that she gulped and swallowed, but it moved slowly. Each time she swallowed some of it, more filled her mouth. Her orgasm was over by the time the colonel was satisfied and pulled his shrinking, wet cock from her mouth. He left her lips stained with his cum. The general pulled his mouth from her backside, and his finger left her pleasure button alone. It was sore from all the stimulation and pleasure. Finally, it was over.

William let her legs go back down onto the bed. He got off, and he began to undress as Henry put his cock away. He saw Abagail look at him as he exposed his hard cock.

She was sure that he’d fuck her now. He was hard and wanted his pleasure. Her hands were bound, so she couldn’t use them to keep him off her. Her legs were spread obediently for him, and she was unable to close them. Her pussy was soaked from her pleasure, and there was no way she could keep his cock out of her. She was glad that she’d cum. At least, he wouldn’t shame her by fucking her and making her cum. He stripped off all of his clothes this time. His cock jutted out in front of him.

He released her legs and spread her prone on the bed. She was surprised when he didn’t get between her legs. He sat on her belly, keeping his weight off it and crushing her, but his hairy balls scraped along her flesh. He scooped up her breasts in his hands and then, he snuggled his cock between them like pillows. She never felt anything like it before, but he didn’t stay still. He began to move his hips, and as he did, his balls scraped across her skin. She stared at her breasts, misshapen from his hands. The head of his cock slid back and forth, peeking out each time when he thrust forward. He was masturbating his cock in her breasts. She never heard of such a thing, but it was better than being fucked by him. He’d spray her when he came, but it was better than inside her, fearing he might make her pregnant with his bastard child.

Her tits around his cock felt good, but he wanted more. Now that her mouth was breached for the first time, it was only a matter of teaching her better techniques. He moved forward until the head of his cock touched her lips. “Open up and take in my cock, Abagail. I’m going to teach you to suck cock.”

Abagail thought she’d done a good job of sucking the colonel’s cock. After all, he did cum in her mouth. Yet, she knew she had no choice. She already broke her promise and sucked the colonel’s cock and drank his cum. The general wouldn’t be deterred from his pleasure.

He saw her pink lips open into a perfect oval. The head of his cock jerked in pleasure with the first touch of her soft lips and hot breath on his cock, but she closed her lips around his cock head with such possession. “I want to feel your tongue flutter over my cock and inspect every inch of it, or else, I’ll shove my cock down your throat and choke you on it.”

His cock was long enough to do that, and he was evil enough. She began to run her tongue over his cock. She started with the head, smooth except for the thick ridge that passed through her lips. More of his cock filled her mouth, and his juices began to leak immediately from her touch. Her tongue could feel every bump, ridge and vein on the shaft. She made sure that her teeth didn’t touch his cock. She went about the task of making him cum in her mouth. She never thought she’d consent to such a thing, especially to a man that wasn’t her husband, but she knew that she’d have to do much more before she’d get her husband’s release.

“That’s the way to suck cock, Abagail. I knew you had it in you.” He grabbed the back of her head and began to rock it back and forth, so she had to take more of his cock inside her mouth. It wasn’t long before he got the unmistakable gag when the head of his cock blocked her tiny throat. “Work harder, Abagail make me cum and swallow everything I give you.” He wanted her complete surrender.

She suffered when he shoved in too deep, choking her, but at least he backed off before he shoved it down her throat as he threatened to do. Her tongue grew tired of licking, but she continued to work over his cock. She kept her lips tight around it, and she swallowed the growing volume of cum that leaked out. She had to please him.

William made her work hard, struggling not to cum until he couldn’t hold it any longer. She worked eagerly and gained skills. Finally, he could no longer contain his arousal. “Get ready, I’m going to cum. Lick my cock when I spew in your mouth.”

She knew she had no choice, so she did as he asked. Her tongue was bathed with cum when he shot out powerfully. She never stopped licking as he continued to fill her mouth until she had no choice but to begin the degrading job of swallowing his cum. He was as profuse as the colonel, both men shot at least four or five times in her mouth before they were finished. The general still didn’t pull his cock out when he finished. She felt the shrinking cock sit on her tongue, not sure what to do.

“Lick my cock clean with your tongue and lips.” He waited while she worked over his cock as he drove it in and out her tight lips until she got every drop of cum from it. When it pulled from her lips, it glistened with her spit. Her lips were covered with his drying cum. He began to untie her. As soon as she was loose, she quickly pulled her dress down and covered her naked body.

She ran out of the room as soon as she was freed. Both men stood in the room, their cocks still out, although they lost some of their luster. She was afraid that they’d get erect once again and want her again. She didn’t know how she was going to survive this, but she had to do it for Adam’s sake. She was his only hope.





CHAPTER 4


British America



William was in his office when he got the news. The sergeant was out of breath from running from the dock.

“The Essex has been sighted.”

The Essex was a sixty-four-gun ship, not very big for battle, but it was fast. It had to be from the crown. He hoped for news. “Tell Colonel Ward immediately. I’ll wait for him outside.”

Henry raced outside where the carriage awaited for them. He knew it would be an hour before the ship would be in the harbor, but everyone had waited so long for the news.

“Hurry.” William wanted to see the ship for himself. This would be his crowning moment he hoped. The carriage took off in haste for the dock. By the time it arrived, there was already a mass of people standing there waiting news of their fate. Most were Tories, for the patriots had been purged from the city.

The people cleared out of the way as they arrived. They cheered William as he passed. It wasn’t long before the ship was in sight on the river. He knew that they unloaded couriers before it went up the river to deliver messages to New York, Philadelphia and many of the other close states. There would be a rider that would take the message to Boston when the ship docked. William waited for the document for him and the fate of the country going forward.

It felt like an eternity before the ship tied up at the dock. The courier was the first one off, knowing how important the message was, for he was entrusted by King George III to deliver it personally to General House.

“For you, General House, with gratitude from King George III.” He saluted and handed him the proclamation.

William was elated at the word gratitude from the king. His expectations were high. “Thank you,” he answered, but he already broke the king’s seal and opened the scroll. It was two pages, but William read it quickly, yet he read every word.

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Weeks ago, King George III met with his trusted advisors when he got the news from General House of the surrender of Washington and Arnold and their subsequent execution. House was his finest officer, and his actions were exemplary. He told his advisors of General House’s success in stopping the rebellion.

“What do you suggest that I do with the colony now?” He had his ideas, but he wouldn’t tell them until he heard the others in order that he got unadulterated suggestions, not just agreement. The reaction was immediate, each chiming out his opinion.

“The experiment in the America’s was a failure. We gave them too many freedoms. With the distance between them and us, they thought they were beyond reproach.”

“We must now control it from there with people who are loyal to the crown.”

“Those that have broken the revolution should be awarded the spoils of war. They know how to defeat them, so they should also know how to govern them for the crown.”

“There should be strict control over the people, so this won’t happen again. Absolute authority should be instilled.”

“We must keep a military presence there, including our navy. Those that have authority over the people must have their own army to instill subjugation of the people.”

The suggestions kept up for ten minutes before George stopped any further discussion. Most of his advisors had the same ideas he had. “Those were good suggestions. From this day on, we shall call the colony British America. The thirteen colonies will be abolished and replaced with three new colonies.”

“New England Colony will be given to General House as the new Earl of Hartford for his skill in battle and the defeat of the patriots. He’ll have the former provinces of Connecticut, Massachusetts, Rhode Island and New Hampshire.”

“Southern Colony will be given to Lord William Edgar. He’s been instrumental in our success through his shipyards in England and Ireland in building ships that make us the leading navy in the world. He’ll control the former provinces of Maryland, Virginia, South Carolina, North Carolina and Georgia. It will give him a wide expanse of seaports where he can expand shipbuilding into our new colony to promote trade.” William was a taskmaster that would bring the people in line.

“Middle Colony will go to Sir Samuel Hadley. He’ll control the former provinces of New York, Pennsylvania, New Jersey and Delaware. His extensive knowledge and experience in manufacturing will help build this colony into an industrial powerhouse.” Samuel had put down many strikes at his factories with harshness and severity. He knows how to control people.”

George continued. “General House has the necessary military background to establish his own army, but I’ll assign a general to Sir Hadley and Lord Edgar to help them establish their own military presence beyond what the crown will provide for the overall security of British America. Our rule will be absolute and severe in order that we’ll never have this problem again. General House has already made sure that the malcontents that were responsible for this rebellion have been sent to Australia to live out their lives in a prison that they’ll build. It’s a fitting reward for them.”

That was the proclamation that William read, and he smiled brightly at being the Earl of Hartford. He’d already thought of a massive castle built on the bluffs above the Connecticut River for his seat of power. He’d hoped for New York to be included, but he wouldn’t be greedy. He’d make his colony the finest in British America. He’d serve his king well.

With the proclamation in his hand, he headed back to the house to lay his plans out. He would resign his commission to become the Earl of Hartford. He waited until they got into his office to talk to Henry.

“I would like you to recruit and take charge of my army, Henry. Naturally, I’d promote you to general, fitting of your new status.”

“I’d consider that a great honor, Earl of Hartford.” He smiled when he said his royal title. “I will serve you well. We can recruit from the troops we have now, and I’m sure that we can find many citizens that would like to join us. It’s always easy for the victor to recruit. Where will your seat of power be?”

“I’ve been thinking of building a castle on the banks of the Connecticut River not far from here. I always loved this area. I know Boston is more populous, but it is too crowded for me. I want to have my freedom. We are going to change the way this land is ruled. There will be three colonies, and present lords, one prominent in shipping and the other in industry, will rule the other two. We’ll have a more balanced colony, with some of both. Boston is a great shipping port, as well as Southern Connecticut, but the rest of the colony is good for agriculture and for manufacturing along the rivers.”

“First, we must have a celebration of your new position. Everyone will come from far and wide in your colony to seek favor. You’ll need loyal advisors to assist you in the running of the colony since its spread so far and wide. Your army will help keep the populace in check. Might I suggest that you start out strict in your rule? They must know that your rule is absolute. You can soften your stance after you’ve fully conquered your colony.” Henry’s career would be carried along with General House’s success.

“A celebration, that’s a wonderful idea. I’ll have to gather a suitable staff quickly so that would be a chance to meet the talent that I’ll have to work with. Yes, my rule will be strict and freedoms will be scarce. The populace will fall to their knees before me.”

“As Abagail does?”

“Exactly. That is the reason for my castle. It’ll be a perfect place to pass my fancy with the local women folk. I’ll have my choice of any, married or single, young or old. I’ll be lord and master and nothing will be taboo to me.” He’d spoke to General de Grasse, and the French had very particular depravities and practices that interested him.

“Speaking of Abagail, send for her. It’s about time we started to celebrate our new status.”

Henry sent for her, and his cock grew hard at the thought of her. She still hadn’t been fucked, and it was about time. They waited impatiently for her to arrive.

Abagail already heard the news, as it spread like wildfire through the city. Many celebrated, but like her, many others feared the news. The leadership of the patriots was in prison, but no one saw them in weeks now. Abagail feared their fate, including that of Adam. She hoped with William’s new title, he’d move from the house. At least she’d be free of his increasingly demented sexual demands. She knew why she was called to his office. She’d be part of the celebration, fearing what would be required of her this time. She went downstairs to meet her fate. It was as though she was marching to her hanging. She knocked on the door but didn’t wait for a response. When she went in, the colonel was there, also. She’d expected that. The two were almost inseparable. She closed the door behind her, wanting privacy. She didn’t say anything, waiting for a demand. Still, his words shocked her.

“Take off your clothes.” William rubbed his growing erection when he saw her. She was dressed eloquently, as usual, with her high breasts pushed up exotically and her full hips and butt outlined in the tight dress.

She knew they’d take her this time. The men sat there and stared at her, waiting for her to disrobe. She turned red before she started. No man had seen her naked since she married Adam. She reached around back and began to undo the laces. She wore one without a lot of them as though she knew that she’d have to do this. It wasn’t long before she felt the front loosen. She held the front up with one hand as she finished the task behind her.

“Quick or I’ll tear it off you and have you thrown out naked when we’re finished with you,” William threatened her.

She let the dress fall and stood there in her undergarments. They were fine silk, and they clung to her body. She didn’t want to be thrown out naked. So far, she tried to hide what she had to do with these men, although many had inklings.

“The rest, I want to see your naked body.” William stood up with his erection pushing out his pants in obvious pleasure.

She shut her eyes, but she felt the heated blush cover her body as she took off her undergarments. She stood naked in front of them, her body trembling, her thighs clenched tightly together, yet her hands hung helplessly at her sides, unable and unwilling to shield her intimate body.

Henry stood up as the general began to take off his clothes. He was presumptuous, so he did the same thing. It wasn’t long before they were both naked.

“Over here.” William ordered her.

She saw it sitting there, out of place from where it was. It was the padded bench that used to be at the foot of her bed. She stood next to it.

“Kneel on it, hands and knees.”

She climbed on it, kneeling on it but with her legs clenched together. “OOOOWWW!” She cried out from the slap on her buttocks. It stung all the way to the bone. She had no choice, spreading her legs until she got to the edges of the bench. Both men stood behind, her and their eyes were fixated between her legs. Her breasts hung down like udders. It was a shameful position to be in. She was vulnerable not only behind her, but also in her mouth. Both men held their cocks proudly in front of them. The general stood in front of her. He held his cock out and pressed it up against her lips.

“Lick it and get it wet, so I can fuck your pussy.”

She hated that she had to open her mouth anytime he asked and let him stick his cock into it. She’d always said she’d never suck a cock, but now, she couldn’t stop it from happening over and over. Her mouth opened wide, and she felt the hot flesh of his cock sit on her lower lip. She closed her lips tightly around it as soon as it began to move excitedly in her mouth. Her mouth was soiled with the foul taste of his cum immediately. She forced her tongue to run over the head, extracting more of his foul juices to stain her tongue. He was too excited, pushing his cock into her mouth deeper. His hand went to her head to prevent her from escaping the impalement. Her tongue worked eagerly to finish the task he required in spite of the fact that the cock would be inside of her pussy soon enough.

Her mouth was good, but he wanted her pussy. Her husband hadn’t used it in a while, so he hoped it would be nice and tight. He pulled his cock out of her mouth.

She didn’t turn around when he deserted her mouth, for she knew where he was going. She was surprised when she felt his cock push against her naked buttocks, but he lay across her back as his hands went beneath her to seek out her breasts. She felt sharp fingernails trace around her areolas. It was a strange biting pain, yet her nipples began to swell up as though they sought out the sharp touch. Then, the fingers found her nipples, not to caress but to pinch each swelling tip. She bucked back against him in pain, feeling his cock shudder in pleasure as her naked buttocks rubbed on his cock as if she sought to masturbate it. Her breathing quickened. This wasn’t what she expected to happen. She fought not to enjoy his touch, but she whimpered, caught between the pleasure and pain of his fingers.

“You grow aroused at the thought of my cock inside you,” William teased her. He began to rub his cock from side to side on her smooth, silky buttocks. It made it throb and jump in pure excitement. Each time he squeezed her swollen nubs, she’d push back against him to excite him more. He hated to pull away from her buttocks, but he did so he could explore her pussy before he fucked her. His hands smoothed over her buttocks, caressing them as they clenched defensively from his unwanted touch, but he allowed her that privilege, at least for now. Her ass would be another day when he could savor it slowly.

His fingers slid down her buttocks. She tightened her muscles when they rudely touched her crack. They moved lower to slide through the lips of her pussy. She was forced to keep her legs spread wide, unable to stop him as he discovered her wetness. It was shameful that she grew that way so easily. He teased at the opening of her pussy, but her muscles couldn’t keep his wet finger out. It slid in with such ease as she hissed with pleasure as he began to explore her intimately. His finger was like a tiny cock, working deeper into her body as her muscles gripped it tightly, not to push it out but to accept it. He began to fuck her with his finger, and it felt too good. One finger became two, stretching her wider, but it rubbed her aroused flesh. She bit her lip to hide her pleasure. His fingers became more urgent, driving in and out with such urgency. Then, the fingers deserted her, but they moved up her slit, yanking apart her lips wider until she was stretched and she was shamefully exposed. She could feel his hot breath blow between her lips, fearing that he’d use his tongue to shame her with another orgasm from his oral skills.

His fingers sought out her pleasure button, pressing hard against the base of it and squeezing it until it ballooned in response. He rubbed the tip of his finger carefully over the tip using the soft pad of his finger, but as it grew aroused, he flicked it with the tip of his nail. Her body shook and trembled as a cry came from her lips. He didn’t know if it was pain or pleasure that she responded to. He rubbed his cock, and he couldn’t wait any longer. He stood up behind her.

She felt him behind her; his hands went between her legs and parted the soft lips of her pussy, but then, she felt the demanding probing of the thick head of his cock push against the opening of her pussy. He felt so big, a long time since she had a cock inside her. His two fingers paled in comparison to the thickness of his cock.

It felt as though the head of his cock was crushed in a hot vise. The head was a dark red and swollen with blood as he slowly sank it further into her pussy. Her slick, oily lips in the folds of her pussy slid erotically over his cock as he began to slide inside her. He felt pure pleasure from her tight pussy around his cock.

She hated that it felt good to be stretched by a demanding cock. It had been too long, and these men took her in her mouth before. If she was going to be taken by them, at least it should be taken like a normal man would do. Yet, she suspected the colonel would take her mouth soon enough. He wouldn’t wait his turn.

“Such a hot, tight pussy,” William exclaimed as her muscles gripped his cock with such vigor. His hands went to her hips to begin to move her, pulling her back onto his cock when he thrust forward, forcing her to arch up to accept his powerful thrusts. Inch after inch of cock slowly disappeared into her pussy, swallowed up by her tightness. His cock slid effortlessly inside her, soaked by her juices.

The thick head of his cock popped inside of her pussy, and he didn’t stop pressing deeper. She heard the colonel’s coarse shouts of encouragement.

“Fuck her hard. Show her who her master is,” Henry taunted her as he moved in front of her face.

William’s cock was buried deep inside her with each thrust. Her muscles gripped his cock when he withdrew, not to push his cock out but to draw it back in. He continued the deep fucking, and she couldn’t deny the pleasure that he gave her. “Fuck back, Abagail. Give me my pleasure.”

She knew what she had to do, not only for him, but also for her. She forgot about the colonel until she felt a hand on her cheek and she looked to see his cock only inches from her mouth. Without asking, she kissed the smooth, wet dome of his cock before she opened her mouth wide and he pushed the thick head of his cock into her mouth. She pressed forward with her head as she felt the thick shaft slide inside. She paused for a second and then did the same thing in reverse, keeping her lips tight around the shaft as it withdrew. He let it slip from her mouth, wet with rope spit that glistened in the light. He was quickly back in her wide-open mouth. She used her tongue to tickle over the soft flesh beneath the thick ridge where she knew men to be sensitive. She got drops of precum as her reward. All the while, the general continued to fuck her with deep, probing strokes of his cock.

Henry put his hand on her head to push her down onto his cock. She was learning well to suck cock. Her lips were tight and her tongue never ceased to arouse him, even while she was being fucked.

She had two cocks in her at once. It overpowered her senses. It was as if they tried to reach some place deep inside her body with their cocks. The one in her mouth fucked her with increasing depth, and she feared how far he’d go. She knew he wouldn’t cum in her mouth, saving it for her pussy, so she used all her energy to please the general’s cock. She fucked back at him, taking his cock hard and deep until the head slammed into her cervix. It felt as though he bruised her with each thrust, but she never stopped pushing back against his thrust. Her muscles clenched and milked his cock as she heard his frenzied breathing and his increasingly powerful thrusts.

The muffled cries of Abagail from the cock in her mouth and her sudden enthusiastic movements sent William into the final throes of pleasure. Her cries grew more desperate as he fucked her faster and deeper.

That was all that was needed, for Abagail felt the shameful jet of cum spurt deep inside her body. She milked it as he rode her and jet after jet soiled her. He came profusely inside her before he stopped fucking her.

William pulled his softening cock from her pussy, even as her muscles gripped it possessively.

Both cocks were yanked from her body, but her relief was short-lived. They only switched places. The colonel’s cock was slick with her spit and slid easily into her cum-drenched pussy. She hoped that she might get some pleasure this time. She was close before, but the general ended too soon. The colonel drove in deep, and she began to meet his thrusts with her own. She opened her mouth to take in the soft, wet cock to foul her mouth with the foul, salty taste of his cum, but she did as was expected. Her tongue lavished attention on every inch of his cock until it was clean and gained some of its hardness back. The general kept the head of his cock in her mouth while the colonel continued to fuck her. The cocks didn’t desert her until the colonel came in her. She was still denied her own pleasure, frustrated at pleasing the men without anything in return.





CHAPTER 5


Celebration and Takeover



It was important for the new government to take over immediately. For that reason, William arranged for the celebration to be the following Sunday. It would give time for most people in the colony to travel to Hartford. Unfortunately, Hartford lacked a building suitable for a large celebration of nobles, so William held it outside along the banks of the Connecticut River. William prayed for good weather but brought in as many large tents that could be found.

At the celebration William held court as was fitting of his new title and status. He had a large chair made out of the finest of wood, raised up on a pedestal above all the lowly people that came before him. He no longer wore his uniform. He was attired in a crisp black tuxedo with a high hat and a white shirt. Every bit of his jewelry was gold, from his cufflinks to his ring.

Henry was decked out in his new uniform, the New England Guard, complete with gold braided epaulets. In less than a week’s time, he’d recruited over two thousand men, and the numbers grew by hundreds each day. It was a long way to the first goal of ten thousand men, but the numbers increased each day. Men wanted to be on the winning side. He’d begin to cull some of the prior patriots that had joined. It wouldn’t take much to find out their former allegiance. Their friends and neighbors would give them up.

William watched all the beautiful women pass by him, smiling at him, many of them still held their husband’s hand. The ocean of women that would be available to him would be bountiful, and he’d make sure he’d taste the pleasures of as many as he could. Those were only the willing ones. The thought of the unwilling excited him more. He couldn’t wait for his castle to be built. It would take three years, but he was assured that within six months the first floor and the basement would be completed for him to move in. The basement was the most important. It would house the dungeon of pleasure. At least, for him, it would be pleasure.

It was time to pay attention to gathering up his advisors and supporters. He would need them first to control the people. The crown would be expecting him to collect taxes for them and his government. The people had revolted over unfair taxes before, but defeated now, they’d be placed under his firm hand. Taxes would be extracted from them without recourse.

“Mr. Charles Bassett.” He was announced to William.

Charles didn’t know what to do, so he bowed but not deeply. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He wasn’t sure how to address him. Royal rank in the colonies was something new that they’d have to get used to.

“I’ve heard good things of you, Mr. Bassett. If I’m not correct, you’re the president and founder of Connecticut Bank and Trust.”

“Yes, I’ve honored that you know of me.” Charles wasn’t sure how much the former general knew of Connecticut or whether he was experienced in the running of such a vast part of the country, but he did have military experience.

“I’m well versed in all of the loyal men to the crown. Come. Let us walk. I think that we can be mutually beneficial to each other. The New England Colony will be gathering large sums of money in the form of taxation, and I need a secure place to store it. I hear your bank is the largest and safest. I’m also in the need of a man that is experienced in the financial aspects of the economy and the need for financial controls and budgeting.”

Charles never thought of taking a position in the government. The bank had been his life so far. But it was large, and he had a capable executive staff running the day-to-day operations. A government position of authority would be a milestone in his career. It would also enhance his bank’s position to rival those in Boston and New York. “I have high hopes for New England Colony under your leadership. The crown was too lenient, and with the distance between England and here, it was difficult to govern from afar. With the new three colonies in the hands of loyal men to the crown, I expect a strict government will be needed. With the crown’s army and the colonies’ individual armies, this need for independence will not rear its angry head again. I’d be interested in helping you run the colony in any position you designate. My bank is at your disposal. I’m ready to loan the colony monies at favorable terms until it can begin the task of collecting taxes.”

“I was hoping for your support, and this was more than I expected. If you could join me at my residence tomorrow with some of the others that I’ll choose, we can get down to the details and positions. I think you’ll find the benefits of your allegiance to me will be lucrative in many ways.” William had heard that Charles was a ladies’ man, in spite of having a wife and two children. Having desires beyond money was an asset.

“I’ll be there. Thank you for your confidence in me.” Charles knew he took over the Hyde house, and he suspected that Adam would no longer return, as he was a noted patriot. Abagail still resided in the dwelling with the men, and he suspected she was blackmailed to stay. He was sure that the men took advantage of that situation with her lovely body. Hopefully, there might be situations in the future where he could indulge with other unwilling female. He’d never had an unwilling woman, but the thought of doing anything that his mind could conjure up made his cock hard.

William didn’t have to move from his perch as everyone came to hold court with him and gain his favor. He was knowledgeable of the people that were influential and those that only sought to take advantage of him.

“Lewis Ainsworth.” He was announced loudly.

“It’s good to meet you, sir.” Lewis had sought out to meet the new earl.

“I know of your company. Some of my staff is working with them on a building for me.” This man was important to William for a number of reasons. He was the largest builder in his five colonies and New York. He controlled all the building supplies as well as the talented bricklayers, builders and any tradesman needed in construction.

“Yes, I’ve personally taken charge of your project in order to secure your aggressive target and particulars. I wouldn’t want the Earl of Hartford to be disappointed.” Lewis needed him just as much as he needed him, so he’d make sure that nothing would go wrong.

“I appreciate your attention to details. I’ve heard much about your skills and experience. The new government will be a big undertaking and will require a vast infrastructure. I’ll be in need of someone of your stature and experience to insure its success.” Lewis was single, in spite of his age, forty-two if his people were correct. He had some secrets for sure. It was always good to know the strengths and weaknesses of your partners.

“New England Colony will be a massive undertaking. While keeping the people under control is important, their basic needs must be met. You have a great opportunity to build this colony into something great.” Lewis could see great wealth with such an undertaking. “I’d be interested in doing what I can to help your accomplish your goals.”

“I was hoping you’d say that. Can you meet me at my office tomorrow morning to meet some of the others that may be part of this undertaking?” He had one other person to meet.

“I’ll be there. We can also discuss your building. I have some ideas you might appreciate.” He’d seen the plans, but he knew that part of them was missing. It wasn’t an oversight. He suspected that they were private. But a castle with a basement could mean only one thing.

“Yes, that would be helpful. You’re more versed in the building industry.”

William had Henry search out his last person. He was invited and hoped that he came, but he was an unlikely guest, not like any of the others. It was a half hour before he was announced. William grew tired of the rest of the people that came before him.

“Jamie O’Connor.” He didn’t say it very loud. This man looked out of place. He was dressed in a shabby suit that looked as if it was fitting of a larger man. His shoes were scuffed and beaten, although they were polished black. And he had red hair that stood out brilliantly, unkempt and long. He wasn’t like the rest of the distinguished gentlemen he’d announced.

“Good day to you,” Jamie said to him. He didn’t know how he got invited to this gala, but he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to rub elbows with the bigwigs, most of the time he was across the table from them. Even more strange was that he was sought and requested to meet the new Earl of Hartford.

He was a jovial man, but beneath that exterior was a ruthless man. He controlled the dockworkers in New Haven and Boston. Nothing came in or out of the ports without his approval and his men loading and unloading it. He cared little for government. His workers respected him, and they’d do anything for him and they did. If he decided to shut down a port, no one would dare cross the lines. “I’m glad you could join me here today.”

“I’s a bit surprised by the invitation. Thought you might have the wrong man.”

“Am I mistaken? Don’t you run the ports of Boston and New Haven?”

“Aye, that might be me.”

“You’re a talented man if you can control all the dockworkers. They’re a rowdy, tough bunch.”

“You gotta know them, and they gotta respect you.”

“I might have a need for a man like you in my government.” This one would be a tough one to convince.

“I ain’t like you other folk. We don’t have nothing in common.” Jamie ruled the docks for many years, and he’s always been against these types of men.

“The new government will be much different. We’re going to control the people. Just like you do. At times, we might have to use force. We’ll have our own army, but it’s better if the persuasion comes from the regular people. And with you having the stranglehold on the ports, I want you on my side. I can help tip the balance of power in your favor in your struggles with management. Your power and your workers’ livelihood will be greatly enhanced in an alliance with me.”

Jamie didn’t care for the British or the patriots as long as they left him alone. The patriots were gone, so he might as well pick the winning side. If what he heard was correct that the navy would stay, they could become a problem on the docks. They might diminish his power on the docks. “Can you keep the navy out of my business?”

“They’ll come with their hat in their hands, just as everyone else does that wants something from you.” Was that his weakness, the British Navy?

“Reckon it wouldn’t hurt to talk some more.” Jamie could see a future in this.

“Can you stay for another day and come to my office in the morning? I want you to meet some of the others, and we’ll talk about the future of New England Colony.”

“Long as I ain’t got to dress up each time.”

“You wear what you’re comfortable in. I think we’ll be good for each other.”

The rest of the day was devoted to meeting people and celebrating his success. It was a grand affair with much fanfare, but he was glad it was over. He had his list of whom he’d do business with and those that would feel his wrath.

* * *

The first hour of the meeting the next day was tense. Jamie and Lewis had sat across from each other as enemies for too many years, so it was difficult to get them to agree on anything. They disagreed spitefully.

“Lewis, if you could get your supplies faster than anyone else that would greatly enhance your company. If it was arranged for all of the others to have to pay a higher wage for any of the dockworkers, that would make your workers very happy, Jamie, and beholding to you. Both of you would win.”

“Aye, that would be good,” Jamie had to agree. It would be good to have a year of no trouble on the docks.

Lewis’s profits would be higher than any others, and he’d have the supplies sooner. Others would be hard pressed to be competitive. “Yes, I can see how working together would help us.”

William finally got them to agree, so he could turn the meeting to the political positions. Everyone would get something.

Charles readily accepted the position as Treasurer with his bank acting as the official bank of the New England Colony and all transactions with the colony would go through it. He would keep his positon with the bank as Chairman of the Board, but he’d devote his full attention to the colony. He’d be in charge of taxation and the collection of the taxes in conjunction with General Henry Ward. General Ward had the manpower to collect the taxes.

Lewis took the position as the head of Lands and Buildings. Nothing could be transacted or built without his department’s consent. It would establish the property that would be seized for the New England Colony in order to govern, taking many of the government properties that the former colonies had. It would also seize patriots’ properties.

Jamie was given the post as head of Trades and Unions for the entire colony, not just the docks. He’d be able to bring in the other tradesmen, from bakers to candlestick makers. His sphere of influence would grow immensely.

They sat around the table and drank to their success. It was the beginning of a new reign in British America.

“Bring in the entertainment, General Ward.”

“It should only take a few minutes. It’s been prepared.”

If the other three men thought they were going to get a feast for their bellies, they’d be greatly surprised but not disappointed.

Abagail couldn’t stop him as she took off her clothes. He was in charge, a general now, but with the new earl, she hoped that with their new positions they’d move out. But, for the time being, she had to submit. She was surprised that he was by himself, but she knew that it wouldn’t last long before the earl joined him.

She was shocked when he took the cloth over the large piece in the corner of the room. She didn’t even notice it, too ashamed at stripping naked to look around in spite of having done it several times already. It was a mammoth wooden frame. The roughhewn wood was freshly cut. It had to be over eight or ten feet tall and five feet wide. It was set in some kind of stand, bolted to the floor and drawn together in the center with large iron rods on each side. It looked like the frame could move independently from the stand. The disturbing part was the leather straps that littered it on the inside of the frame. There had to be ten of them placed along the edges of it. At the end of each strap was a leather cuff. All of the leather was new. There was one large leather belt that split the middle from side to side. It was four inches wide. The smell of fresh wood and leather filled the room, but it was an ominous smell. She had been bound before, and she feared it, unable to stop them from doing anything to her vulnerable body. This looked to be a more formidable threat.

“Over here, Abagail. I need to get you ready.” Henry had to get her secured quickly before she realized how vulnerable she’d be.

All of her instincts told her not to move, but she feared for Adam’s safety if she refused. She walked to the frame and stood there. He spun the frame until it was parallel to the ground. She was inside it, and the heavy leather belt almost touched her abdomen.

Henry stood in the front of the frame, pulling one of the straps out. “Give me one hand,” he ordered her sternly.

Against her better judgment, she stretched out her hand. The belt hit her flesh, but she had to stretch her arm far to reach the strap. Her body began to lie on the belt. Now, she knew what its purpose was. It would support her from falling when she was bound. She knew it would be her bound arms and legs and that would leave her split into a giant X. The first leather cuff was secured on her wrist. It wasn’t long before the other wrist was secured. Her upper body stretched out, and her feet had a difficult time staying on the floor. The belt kept her from moving, lying across it.

Henry had to duck underneath the frame to go in back. He bent down and grabbed an ankle, but he gazed up between her legs as he yanked her leg back behind her. Her body was almost parallel to the floor as Abagail tried to balance on one foot. He pulled her leg until he could secure the leather cuff on her slim ankle. Now came the unveiling as he grabbed her other ankle and spread her indecently. Her pussy opened up wide but also her cheeks. Nestled there was the last virgin hole of her body, at least he hoped so, otherwise the others would be disappointed.

She had a difficult time keeping her head up. The muscles in her arms and legs ached from being drawn so tight, and her calves strained. The leather strap beneath her abdomen pushed up her ass with her cheeks splayed wide. Her breasts hung down like two ripe fruit begging to be plucked. She turned her head toward the door when it opened. Four men entered. Her fear increased greatly at so many men. It was bad enough when I have to pleasure two men, what would happen with five?

Lewis knew what the earl meant when he saw her. He was given a personal invitation to be the first. It was as though the earl knew of his persuasion. He saw the way her muscles bulged from the tension of the bondage, yet there was enough relief to allow her some slack, so she’d dance on his cock. He ducked beneath the frame so he could stroke her dangling breasts. He tweaked the nipples until they responded and turned hard. His hand slid along her flank from her armpits to her hips.

She jerked from the unwanted touch, trying to wiggle away from the probing hand. She couldn’t stop her nipples from growing hard, as the hand was soft and caressing, not harsh and brutal. She heard the other men make crude comments about her, enjoying humiliating her. She was concerned as the first man moved behind her as his fingers continued on their voyage to explore her body. She tried to look behind her, but it was difficult, bound the way she was. The hand moved from her hips to the swell of her buttocks. His fingers were questing as they moved to the wide-open cleft of her buttocks. Her buttocks jerked from the unfamiliar and shameful touch.

“No, don’t, not there,” she cried out in desperation as the fingers became more invasive.

Lewis found his desires when his fingertip circled the tiny star of her anus. He felt the muscles spasm from the touch. He began to circle it with the pad of his finger, and each time, he pushed a bit harder until her anal ring began to flourish open. “She’s tight and hot. Nothing’s been in here before,” he proudly proclaimed.

She squirmed, but it was fruitless to escape the probing finger. In spite of being dry, it continued to make headway through her anal ring as she was forced to open up under the brutal attack of his finger. “AAAWWW!” It wasn’t so much pain as it was shock when his finger breached her tiny hole. A tongue had tried to lick her there, but this was worse. The finger was inside her and moved like an animal, squirming from side to side as it pressed up against her resisting muscles. “Take it out,” she cried out in desperation.

It felt like Lewis’s finger was sucked inside by her hot hole. He didn’t pull it out but pushed in deeper, twisting and turning it inside the dry passage. This is what he enjoyed, a nice, tight virgin ass hole. He felt her anal ring grip his finger so tightly. But he knew that he couldn’t wait much longer. A finger was nice, but his cock would feel much better inside her ass.

Abagail was glad when the finger pulled out. It wasn’t painful inside her ass, just humiliating. She couldn’t understand the fascination for such a dirty place. For a few minutes, no one touched her, but she could hear noises and the rustle of clothes. She knew she was about to be fucked, bound and hung in midair to be taken like an animal. Then, she felt naked skin touch her, rubbing on the inside of her thighs. He crept closer. There was no mistaking the touch of a cock along the wet folds of her pussy.

Her pussy lips encased the head of his cock in a hot blanket, but it was only temporary to get his cock wet. He pulled it away from her pussy. “I think you’ll prefer the act of sodomy.” He slid the smooth head of his cock against the tiny rosette of her anus. It overpowered the tiny hole with its thickness.

Abagail was in shock, unable to get a word to come out of her mouth. As much as they’d touched her back there, it was inconceivable that they’d want to put their cock in such a nasty hole. It was unnatural and perverted.

“NNNOOO!” Her protest was cut short when the head of his cock began to push inside her. Her anal ring began to open and stretch, burning as it tried to accommodate the girth of his cock. His cock was big and fat and she resisted as long as she could.

He fought her muscles hard as she tried to keep him out. He swung one hand down on her buttock, and the noise rang out like a shot when it connected with her flesh. Her body jerked in pain, but her ass muscles relaxed for the briefest of seconds. That was all the time he needed. He grunted as he shoved with his hips. The head of his cock slid through her anal ring and pushed into her hot, clenching rectum.

“AAAGGHHH!” It felt like a hot iron was shoved up her backside. The wooden stand shook violently in spite of being bolted to the floor as she was impaled, but it held her submissively as the cock had its way with her. It was like a huge rock inside her, stretching her in a place that shouldn’t be stretched like that.

Lewis grinned like a Cheshire cat as she yelled out in protest, but it was the tight grip of her ass around his cock that brought him so much pleasure. This is what he enjoyed, taking an ass hole for the first time. First, it was the revulsion of being taken in such a place. He paused and waited for the initial shock to die down. He’d show the others his skill. He began to withdraw his cock, stretching her anus once again with his enlarged cock head. He stopped as her anal ring gripped it tight, tormenting her with a pause. Then, he thrust back in again, going a little deeper, fighting her reluctant muscles and stretching her elastic walls. He slowly sank his eight-inch cock into her ass hole, twisting and turning into her guts. He loved the smooth walls of a tight ass hole. It was like a warm glove around his cock.

She bucked in the tight bondage as the cock filled her bowels. It was hard and demanding, forcing her bowels to stretch and cramp her when it hit bends in her guts. She couldn’t believe that any man would want to do such a thing, but there was no denying the huge cock that filled her to overflowing. Her muscles were beaten into total submission, and her anal ring felt as though it would tear if he got any bigger. He was relentless. His cock never stopped moving. She went from empty to full in seconds.

Charles delighted in seeing her being taken in the ass. He’d never seen anything like it before, but it looked as though Lewis was skilled in the matter. He wondered where he got his experience. He hoped in the future that he might partake of the same. But, his cock strained his pants, and he needed relief. He’d already dropped his pants by the time he stood in front of her.

Abagail concentrated so much on the cock in her ass hole that she was shocked when a hand grabbed her head and held it still. An unknown voice shouted out to her. “Open your mouth. Careful now, I don’t want to feel your teeth on my cock.” Her lips stretched wide to take the cock in her mouth, and no matter how many times they’d fucked her mouth, she still gagged as he slid it in deep and threatened to jam it down her throat. The head of his cock slid over her wet lips as she tried to use her tongue to keep it out of her throat. She could barely make a sound as she was filled front and back. This time, her ass hole was being reamed out instead of her pussy.

Charles grew excited when he felt her tongue lash out on his cock. His wife refused to take him in her mouth, so this was a treat. And Abagail was good, working energetically to lick his cock, and her lips were tight around the shaft like a tight band of leather.

No matter how long he fucked her ass, she still felt stretched as if it was the first thrust. He moved faster, his cock reaming her out with such speed and depth. She had to take all eight inches inside her before she felt his balls slap up against her from behind. The one in her mouth was just as eager, Abagail unable to stop him as he thrust in deep. He smashed against her throat as she gagged, but the next thrust was just as hard and deep. There was no way the thick head of his cock could fit in her throat, but he didn’t seem to believe the same thing.

Charles wouldn’t be denied. He was jealous that Lewis got her virgin ass, so he was determined to take her throat. He was told that no one fucked her throat yet, so he had something to prove to this new group. Each time he thrust in, her tight throat compressed the head of his cock. With one final thrust of his hips, he sent his cock sliding over her wet tongue to the back of her mouth like a battering ram. He stopped as soon as the head jammed into her tiny throat like a cork in a bottle. He gripped her head tight as he moved his hips from side to side. The first sound of her gagging was the signal that he’d be successful. He refused to back off.

“GGLLUGGHHH!” Her stomach turned as the head of his cock pushed into her throat. It was excruciating torture as his cock began to have success. Each time she gagged, her throat opened up as if it was magic. The thick head was crushed inside her throat, but it continued to bore inside her. To make it worse, her muscles revolted, clenching on his cock to push him out, but he grew more excited by her ineffective response. It was as though the cock in her mouth and the one in her ass were trying to meet somewhere around her heart.

Lewis and Charles took her in celebration of their new success. Charles jammed his cock down her throat and refused to pull out, not even when he came, but it spared Abagail the chore of tasting and swallowing his cum.

It was the hot sperm that shot into her guts that shamed her. He continued to fuck her ass hole even as he spewed his copious cum. She could barely breathe, but the men cared little except for their pleasure. It was long minutes before the two cocks pulled from her abused body and she could fill her lungs.

Jamie cared little that Lewis came in her ass hole. He enjoyed a tight ass as much as any other man, but he went from hole to hole, pussy to ass hole and back again. She never knew which hole would be breached. William and Henry took turns in her mouth. They wouldn’t take her ass hole for it was too used for now. They’d enjoy it in the days coming when it would be fresh and tight. She did have to contend with mouthfuls of cum from the both of them.

Abagail could barely move when she was taken off the frame. The men left her alone to get dressed, but even when she put her clothes on, it still felt as though a cock was in her ass or mouth.





CHAPTER 6


Taxation and Suppression



It was less than a week from the meeting that it began. For some in the colony, it was the beginning of the end. For others, it was a new beginning. Henry’s army had grown to four thousand strong. He equally split them among New Haven, Hartford and Boston for the time being until he could determine where the most resistance would come from. It was augmented with the British Army, but their numbers were diminished by his recruitment, but he also had the British Navy to secure the ports in New Haven and Boston. It would be important to keep them open for trade.

William wished he could go with Henry, but there were too many things he had to do in order to get his government formed. He had the most important men, but he needed to fill in the rest. The monies would be coming in quickly, and basic services he provided had to be paid. The citizens would already feel the burden of the taxes, so he had to make sure that they were satisfied enough not to incite another insurrection. The only way to be sure was with power. It would be harsh and brutal at the beginning to make sure that no one thought of trying to avoid the taxes. Many liberties the people had before would be taken away and their security threatened by force.

General Henry Ward, commander of the New England Guard, set off that day with a flourish of celebration in Hartford, but many wouldn’t see it for a celebration. He had a thousand troops with him in a caravan of military might. He’d planned it with precision to blanket Hartford from one end to the other. He started not a hundred feet from the Earl of Hartford’s home in the predominantly wealthy part of Hartford. It was home to many of the Tories, but it was also home to many of the patriots.

Lucy Alford was worried ever since General House moved in four houses up the street. He took the Hyde house, and she never saw Adam again, although she saw Abagail in the house. She didn’t move out, which was strange. Why would a patriot stay in the same house with a British general, especially without her husband present? It was unseemly, but these were strange times since the British took over.

Lucy felt betrayed. She’d lost her husband to the uprising with nothing to show for it. He was gone and so was the revolt. His business making wagons was going downhill quickly. With the British in charge, no one would buy from his company any longer. It was only a matter of time before she’d lose everything. She feared for her future and that of Sarah, her nineteen-year-old daughter. She was engaged to a fine man of an upstanding family, but like them, his family was also patriots. There was no talk or plans for a wedding in the immediate future.

She heard a commotion outside, and when she opened the front door, she was confronted by a soldier, an officer if the decorations on his uniform were any sign, but it was the dozen soldiers that dismounted at the same time that she feared. She tried to shut the door quickly, but a foot was shoved in before it would close.

“Open the door under orders of the Earl of Hartford.” This would be Henry’s first attempt at collection of taxes, so he’d make sure it was flawless.

She tried to feign that she didn’t know he was out there when she closed the door so abruptly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you.” She hoped that Sarah would stay in her room until she could get rid of them. She opened the door.

Henry walked in without asking, followed by six men. “Search the house.”

“What are you doing?” She shouted it out indignantly, but her voice trembled with fear.

“Under order of the Earl of Hartford, I am seizing this house and everything in it. It has been determined that it had been used in the planning and funding of treason against the crown and subject to immediate forfeiture.” It was a nice house that could be used for the billeting of his men. The close proximity to the earl’s house made it ideal. Her husband was dead, but his business would be a good fit for the new colony. It would be in need of large quantities of wagons for commerce. It was once a big company but had fallen on hard times since the patriots lost. With the right leadership, it would become great once again.

“You can’t do that. It’s against the law,” she shouted, but she turned to the sound of Sarah’s door being broken down and the sound of Sarah’s voice screaming out. She turned to race up the stairs, but she was grabbed by the arm.

“Let me go!”

“Take her and secure her.” She was a fine-looking woman in spite of her age.

She’d never been treated so harshly before. Her wrists were tied behind her back. She could barely feel her fingertips, tingling from lack of blood from the tight ropes. “Leave my daughter alone, take me, but leave her.”

Sarah saw the soldiers outside and knew there was trouble. These were the new British soldiers that took over. She shut her door and locked it. She huddled in the corner, scared of what they might do. She held her breath when there was a knock on the door. Her heart raced a mile a minute and her chest heaved as she struggled to fill her lungs. She never expected to hear the sound of the door being broken or to see the wood disappear into shreds from the sheer force. The soldiers burst into the room and saw her immediately. She tried to run, but she was trapped.

“Grab the bitch.” She was a fine-looking woman. This would be enjoyable. Captain Jacob Perry was one of the British regulars that joined the New England Guard. He’d served under Colonel Ward and knew the way he led. The women that would be taken as prisoners would serve the soldiers well, at least the officers. There were always additional rewards besides the money.

The men manhandled Sarah. Two of them grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back. She squirmed, but she only managed to push up against one of them and rub him shamefully with her backside. She never had been bound and it scared her to be so defenseless. It pushed her breasts out shamefully. Her low-cut dress could barely contain them. “Release me,” she shouted when she saw the officer come toward her. He’d be a gentleman, in spite of being British.

Jacob spun her around until her back was to him. He put his hand around her waist and leaned over so he could see down the cleavage of her dress. Her proud breasts stood up with a hint of sweat forming on them. He could feel her body tremble beneath his hand on her slim waist. He pulled her closer until her bound hands were pushed into his crotch. “What’s your name?”

“Sarah Alford,” her voice crackled with fear. His hand took liberties with her around her waist as he drew her next to him. She couldn’t pull her hands out of the way, and she found them crushed into his crotch. She’d touched her beau’s prick before as most women did to preserve their virginity. Men needed their relief, and a hand could do it adequately until they were married. But this man was a stranger. She tried to move her hand away, but any movement only made his prick move in excitement as though she tried to please him.

“You have talent, Sarah. My cock loves your touch.” He moved his hips from side to side against her hands. She couldn’t escape.

“That’s indecent. Release me.” He continued to rub against her hands, and she felt his prick rise up harder, as though she inspired his lewd behavior. “No, NOOOO!” she cried out when his hand moved from her waist to reach up and cup her breasts. He pushed them up until they almost burst from her dress.

“Nice tits, Sarah. I could nestle my cock between them.”

She struggled to escape his rude touch, but she only pushed harder against his prick. “NNNOOOO!” she cried out again in desperation when his hands deserted her breasts but moved over her belly. She clenched her thighs together when they moved between her legs to shamefully touch her where no man had ever ventured before. He finally moved his prick away from her hands, but then, she felt the sharp pain of a boot slam against one of her ankles. She pushed her foot to the side to escape, and his foot was between her feet before she could close them again. He’d made her spread her legs before she realized it. His hands crept lower between her legs, and she felt a man touch her pussy for the first time. He sought out every intimate inch of it, even through the thick dress. She squirmed to avoid it, only to find her hands forced back onto his prick once again. She went back and forth, trying to avoid the duel ravishment without success.

Jacob finally pushed her away. “I hope you’re a virgin, Sarah, so I can pluck your cherry.” He turned to the other soldiers. “Take her away.”

Sarah was marched down the stairs, still bound. Her face was flushed when she saw her mother similarly bound.

“Are you okay, Sarah? Did they hurt you?” Lucy feared what they’d do to her innocent daughter. She didn’t worry about herself.

“Yes, I’m okay, they didn’t touch me,” Sarah lied. They were in trouble, and she didn’t want to make it worse. Her mother was impulsive and might do something foolish. She’d already lost her father and she feared losing her mother, too.

Henry liked the young daughter. “You know where to take them, Captain.” They wouldn’t be taken to where the majority of the prisoners would be confined. Attractive females had a special place. “Leave six men to strip the house of valuables. The men can billet here after that.”

Sarah and Lucy were taken away in a wagon as they caught the last glimpse of their house and former life. They feared for their future.

General Ward continued on. Captain Perry had done a good job, so he let him continue to run point. The next house was another former patriot home. He was greeted with similar rebuff, but Jacob soon taught them the error of their ways.

“You can’t do that,” Isaac Sanders foolishly shouted out when the soldiers marched in uninvited. His wife could only scream as a soldier hit him with the butt of his rifle and he crumpled to the ground. Blood poured from the head wound.

Clara raced to his side, but another soldier pulled her away. “Let me help him, he’s hurt,” she cried out as tears poured from her eyes. Her arm hurt where the soldier dug his fingers into her soft flesh until her arm was bruised. She could only watch helplessly as they put iron cuffs and chains on Isaac’s arms and legs. They grabbed him and hauled him out as the chains clanged loudly. She found herself dragged out as she heard the soldiers ransack the home she’d built with Isaac. They had no children, thankful that they didn’t see their life taken away in seconds. She was bound and put in a wagon, not sure of her fate. She was sure that she could never go home to this house again.

Finally, Henry came to a house that was owned by a Tory.

Robert Overton opened the door as soon as he heard them coming. He’d watched from the balcony upstairs as they went from house to house. He was glad that the former patriots’ houses were taken and ransacked. Even happier when he saw the occupants hauled off. He hoped they’d get their just rewards for their treason. He’d be glad if there were more hangings like Washington and Arnold in New York to send a message to those that thought they should be free of the crown.

“Welcome to my home, General.” He’d been expecting this. He knew he’d have to pay his fair share of taxes to the New England Colony, but he expected to gain more business with the new government that was more agreeable to the Tories. He’d had trouble with the former colonies when he refused to join the patriots in their foolish attempt at freedom. Robert was very happy being a servant of the crown. “It’s good to see you get rid of the riffraff down the street.”

“The Earl of Hartford appreciates your loyalty to the crown. He has high expectations for the New England Colony. He knows of your factory in Manchester that is beginning to spin cotton from the south. I suggest you visit me at your earliest convenience. The colony and the military are in need of fine cotton.”

“Thank the earl for his interest, and I’ll you tomorrow. I’ll do anything to help the cause.”

“There is the matter of the taxes. The colony will require funds for security and enhancements for the people. It’s necessary that we collect taxes in a timely manner for all concerned.” Henry handed him the bill for taxes.

Robert’s eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw the amount. “My, I didn’t expect it to be that much,” he commented. It was twice what he expected.

“I’m sorry, but besides the new colony, the crown is also deserving of its taxes. It’s been neglected ever since this skirmish began, so it looks to gain what it lost.” There’d be no compromising of what was expected. Everyone had to pay their fair share.

Robert hoped that the new business would more the offset the exorbitant taxes. “If you’ll wait for a moment, I’ll get it.” He went to his office and opened up the safe. He took the cash out and counted it twice. When he went back, the captain was waiting patiently. He knew that at other houses, it was a different story. No taxes were collected, the houses seized and the occupants arrested. “Thank you for your service, General. I’ll speak to you tomorrow.” He handed over the money, and the soldiers were gone to the next house.

As it continued, Henry began to split up the soldiers, an officer along with twelve soldiers to cover more territory. It had been going easier than expected. There were two easy choices, pay the taxes or seize the house and the people in it. He’d have the coffers filled with money and the prisons filled with patriots. Then, of course, there would be the women’s confinement. It would be stuffed with the finest of patriot female flesh all ripe for the taking.

There were some minor skirmishes, but nothing that couldn’t be taken care of by brute force and overpowering odds. There were always teams of other soldiers nearby to give aid if needed.

It was late in the day when Captain Jacob Perry came upon one of those unexpected situations. It was preplanned in retaliation of what he’d done earlier, although he didn’t know it until he defeated them. It was a large house about a mile away. They approached it with the same caution as before or, at least, they thought they did. All the others went with such ease that they let their guard down. They rode up and there were shots fired immediately. The first bullet grazed his shoulder, but it was only a sting that he quickly forgot as he dismounted to take cover. There were at least four shooters inside. He ordered five of his men to circle the building while the others kept the shooters busy answering fire. It was a big house, and four shooters couldn’t defend it and also be on the offensive.

Jacob only had to wait before the sound of gunfire erupted inside. His men continued to rain bullets at the snipers’ positions to pin them down as his men got them from inside. Then, all of a sudden, there was silence.

“They’re dead,” the soldier inside rang out in triumph.

“We’re coming in,” Jacob answered back in response. The front of the house was littered with bullet holes, and the upper-story windows were all shattered. The door was locked, but they busted it down, but they still entered carefully. They wouldn’t be as careless like this again. He lost two men in the initial bushwhack. “We’re coming up the stairs,” he warned his soldiers.

He found four patriots lying in pools of blood. Two of them were older and two were younger, sons it looked like. They wouldn’t be talking. “Search the house, there has to be women.”

It was a large house that they tore apart, but they soon found them hidden behind a fake wall in the study. Soft sobbing behind the wall gave them away. Rifle butts tore through the thin wall. Two older, frightened women were dragged out screaming and kicking. They were thrown to the floor.

“Why did you attack us? Don’t you know that it’s a foolish thing to do?” Were the patriots that stupid or desperate? “You lost your rebellion.”

“It was my husband and son.” She knew they were dead. Otherwise, these soldiers wouldn’t be in there. He’d defend them until they were dead. “My son was betrothed, and you took her away this morning. They wanted revenge.”

“What was her name?”

“Sarah Alford.”

“Yes, I remember her. She’s a fine-looking woman, a virgin for sure. She’d have made him a good wife, but it’s too late now. Your son’s dead, and I’m going to fuck her tonight.” He turned to his men. “Take them outside and let them see their world burn up and then release them.” He felt generous. “Ransack the place. Take anything of value then burn it to the ground. I don’t want anyone to see the bullet holes in the front of it and think they can survive the same thing. Leave the bodies inside to be cremated.” He left his men to finish up. He went out on the front lawn and had a picnic with the food he found inside along with a bottle of wine. It was a nice day for a picnic, sunny with a hint of a breeze. The only thing that could spoil it was the smoke as the house began to burn. It was time to move on as the smoke moved toward him.

It was a long day and the caravan of prisoners continued unabated back and forth, from full on the way to the prisons to empty on the return trip. The wagons of bounty and cash were guard heavily, but no one was foolish enough to attack them. The military presence was too large to risk such a foolish endeavor.

Henry saw Captain Perry when the sun began to set. Everyone was returning to the barracks. It was the end of a good day. “You did well today, Captain. Are you heading back to the barracks, or are you going to indulge yourself first?”

“Thank you for the compliment, General. One of the early captures was a lovely female. She was betrothed to the one that tried to ambush us. I thought I might see what he saw in her.”

“Yes, I saw that one, young and innocent I suspect. Show her the errors of her way.”

“I intend to, General. Have a good night.” He knew the general and the earl had a woman at the house they stayed at. It was said that she was forced to stay there and submit to them in hopes of gaining her husband’s release. It was a foolish thought for her. Her husband would never return, and she’d be tossed out when they grew tired of her.





CHAPTER 7


Pleasure Prison



The wagon she was in began to fill up with more prisoners, but Sarah saw something fearful. All of them were young and beautiful. Men and older women, including her mother, were put on other wagons and carted off. The wagon she was in took longer to fill, but it finally did. She expected to arrive at a prison, one of many that were opened around the city to handle the influx of captured patriots. Instead, it pulled up in front of a fine home, equal to her house. But, there were guards at the front entrance.

The eight of them were led out, still bound. No one said anything, even though Sarah knew one of the girls. It was as if they were afraid the other would say something about them to the soldiers. She didn’t know whom to trust. This was the first time that she was out on her own, and it scared her.

She was taken to a room. Inside was a table with food on it. It’d been a long time since she ate. They captured her in the morning, and it was dark outside now. She sat down and began to eat. The food was good, better than she expected. At least she wasn’t in a prison cell and forced to eat prison food.

Percy looked through the hole in the wall. He eyed her luscious body. She had jet-black hair that hung down below her waist. Her fine pale breasts were pushed up high, and she had a firm ass. Her skin was white, but her ruby-red lips excited him and those dark-blue eyes were inviting. He knew she was of age but not very old or experienced. He’d felt the way she trembled when he touched her. He watched her eat. He’d wait until she finished, and then, he’d offer her a desert she couldn’t turn down.

She felt the fear in spite of the quietness and the fine food. Something wasn’t right, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. At least she was alone in the room, although she heard the door lock when the soldier left her. Finally, her belly was full. She jumped suddenly when the door handle rattled. She heard a key and then the handle turned slowly. A shiver ran up her back as the door creaked slowly open. The fear raced back through her body when she saw him. It was the same captain that captured her. She wouldn’t forget him. He’d fondled her indiscriminately while she was bound. And she knew what his prick felt like when her bound hands were forced against it.

He couldn’t contain his erection after watching her for so long. It bulged out the front of his uniform. “Good to see you again, Sarah. Remember me? You can call me Jacob.”

“Why am I here? What do you want?” Then, the sudden thought of what he’d said to her returned to her mind. He asked if she was a virgin and then said he’d pluck her cherry. She knew what the rude comment meant. If only her beau would rush through the door and save her like a knight in shining armor.

“Stand up.” He waited but only for a second. Unless she learned obedience, this would take too long. He grabbed her arm and hauled her out of the chair. The minute she was off the chair, he swung his other hand and connected with that full, firm ass with a resounding smack.

“OOOWWW!” No one had ever spanked her, especially at this age. She was a woman, not a child. He gripped her arm too tight. Her head was filled with mixed emotions, fear and pain.

“Obey or it’ll get worse.” Jacob warned her. She was so hungry when she came in that she didn’t look around the room too much. He pulled her over to the edge of the room. He pulled the rope down from the ceiling strung over the shiny new spool. At the end of the rope were two brand new, shiny leather cuffs, the metal glistened in the light. “Don’t give me any trouble.” He grabbed one wrist, and he began to put the cuff on her. She fought him at first, but as soon as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her arm, she surrendered. She was docile as he secured her wrist. He made sure it was tight. She surrendered her other wrist without protest, but her lip trembled as he secured her wrist. She’d be helpless in a second.

It was strange that she surrendered so easily to being bound. This was the second time that day, and it was as if it was the most natural thing to do. Yet, it scared her. She looked up at the rope connected to the cuffs in the ceiling. There was a pulley, and it was only seconds before he turned a crank. The slack slowly drew out of the rope, and then, her wrists had no choice but to rise as they were methodically drawn up higher into the air.

Jacob eyed her body as her arms were drawn up. Her body stretched out, first her arms, and then, her full breasts pulled up higher.

“Please, stop,” she begged, but he didn’t stop until she was on her toes, her feet unable to rest fully on the floor. She saw the way he looked at her, not at her eyes but her body. She tried not to look at him, but each time she did, her eyes were drawn to the bulge in his pants. It was the same bulge that she was forced to touch before when her hands were bound the first time. At least the way she was bound with her arms high in the air, he couldn’t force her to touch it.

He was eager now that she was bound. He moved behind her, and his hands went to her hips and drew her back up against him. She couldn’t resist, her feet barely able to touch the ground. His cock shuddered in pleasure when he felt her firm buttocks rub on his cock. With the grip on her hips, he began to move her from side to side. The soft swish of her dress sounded loud as she rubbed his cock. It felt so good, and he knew he’d have to free his cock from his pants soon.

“What are you doing? Why are you shaming me like this?” Tears began to run from her eyes. He was treating her shamefully, and she couldn’t do anything to stop him.

“Your ass was built for pleasure, Sarah.” He continued to masturbate his cock on her buttocks. He pushed harder against her flesh and felt the contractions of her buttock muscles. They clenched and unclenched intensely.

She didn’t know what he meant by that. She didn’t understand the way her buttock muscles moved as though she had no control over them. Not only her buttocks, but also the way her sphincter clenched tight. It was a strange feeling. He didn’t pull away, but his hands moved from her hips. She knew where they were going. He’d done it before, cupping her breasts as though they were lovers. “No,” she protested when his hands continued to move up higher. They not only cupped them from below, but they clenched on them fully. He squeezed her breasts. His fingers were strong as they dug into her flesh. His hands weren’t still but moved, clenching onto them with such harshness. “OOOWWW!” Now she knew what he was doing. He grasped onto her nipples and pinched them. She couldn’t move away to escape his fingers.

She had nice breasts. He sought out her nipples, and it didn’t take long. They started out as small bumps, but the more he squeezed, the harder they got. They didn’t shrink from his touch but grew bigger and harder, as though they sought out his fingers. “Your nipples are getting nice and hard for me, Sarah. How would you like me to suck and bite them?”

She struggled, but she couldn’t escape. His prick rubbed her indiscriminately, and her nipples betrayed her by growing into big targets that his fingers couldn’t miss. Her beau had tried to touch her breasts, but she’d pushed his hands away, not because it was shameful, but because it felt too good and she feared that he’d want to go further than she’d allow. Jacob’s hands grew more determined.

His hand dipped into the top of her dress to find naked flesh. The material began to rip, but he cared little as he sought out more naked flesh. His other hand joined in, and the sound of tearing fabric and gasps from her lips filled the once-silent room.

He tore off her dress, and she felt his hot, demanding hands touch her naked breasts. She looked down to see her beautiful dress ripped and her bodice uncovered. She felt his fingers as they sought out her nipples. He pushed with his hips and drove his prick harder into her backside. It forced her to arch upward, and that pushed her naked breasts into his probing hands. She felt her nipples gripped by powerful fingers; this time, they squeezed so tight, it felt like they were in a vise. He wasn’t content to squeeze them. His fingers twisted and yanked them as the rest of her dress tore. His hands were frenzied as they fondled her. Her upper body blushed a deep red when the top of her dress fell away into rags and her naked breasts spilled free. He continued to hump her buttocks like a wild dog.

“Now, that’s a nice set of tits,” Jacob exclaimed lewdly when he exposed her. She had big, brown areolas with pink nipples that looked like hard pebbles. The more he squeezed, the more they grew. He twisted them until the pink flesh was gnarled. He released them, but then, he began to rub the tip of one finger over each nipple, but soft and gentle. Her nipples rose up to seek out the touch.

“No, don’t do that,” but her voice wasn’t convincing. Her nipples throbbed with swollen blood. Now, he caressed them. She was forced to arch her back to push them into his fingers. The soft touch was nice, but she enjoyed the way he pinched them. He pushed up with his hips and his prick rode harder into her buttocks. Suddenly, he released her breasts and pulled away from her buttocks. She should be grateful, but she was confused. It was as if he neglected her. Then, he stood in front of her, tearing her dress down until the tattered cloth hung from her waist. Her large breasts heaved as she struggled to fill her lungs. She saw the grin of satisfaction on his face. He’d shamed her with her arousal. She hoped he’d leave her now. He got what he wanted.

His hands hefted up her naked breasts, but they needed little support. “I’ve got to suck them,” he teased. He wet his lips as he drew closer to her breasts. She tried to push away, but with one hand on her back, he pulled her closer as his head bent down to claim its prize.

She felt his hot breath on her nipples, and then, she shuddered. His wet lips clasped onto her nipple. She shivered when his tongue lashed out to attack her nipple. It felt rough as it rubbed over the sensitized tip. He began to suck her breast into his mouth. She felt the powerful suction draw on her nipple while his tongue ran over the stretched flesh. She never felt anything like it before. She also felt something else. It was the wetness between her legs that she felt when her hand creeped under the blanket at night. She’d aroused herself, especially after she’d stroked her beau’s prick until he came. It always made her aroused, but she never let him know of her desires. It was unladylike. Now, Jacob’s other hand worked over her nipple while he sucked the other one, both of them stimulated with such delight. She bit her lips to contain her lust, refusing to give into this man.

He was sure that she pushed her breast into his mouth when his teeth found her nipple. In spite of biting it and stretching it, he heard a moan from her. He went from one breast to the other, lavishing attention on each one. He kept it up.

She was ashamed when he pulled away, and she looked at her breasts. There were red marks where his teeth were too harsh and her nipples glistened with his spit. But it was her nipples that stood out so big and swollen. She hated what he did to her and made her feel.

He needed to get her naked and find a home for his cock. He stood back, but he didn’t take the rest of her dress off. Not yet. He opened up the buttons on his pants. He reached inside and tried to grasp his cock. It was difficult as he began to pull it out. It was so big and hard, forced to bend it until he could free it. It finally popped out. He looked up at her and expected to see her turned away, but he was surprised. She stared at his cock as he slowly stroked it. “You like this, Sarah?” He held his cock up and stroked it until drops spilled from the tip. She never turned away, and he caught her licking her red lips.

It was as though she was in a trance, and it was his prick that charmed her. She couldn’t take her eyes off it. It was so big, bigger than her beau’s prick. The tip of it dripped out tiny, murky drops. She could almost feel his prick in her fingers, stroking it until it shot out his pleasure. He released his prick, and it brought her back to reality when he reached out and began to tear the rest of her dress. She swung on the rope as her dress pulled and finally ripped. It didn’t take him long to rip it to shreds while his prick danced in front of him. She was down to her undergarment, a silk patch of fabric between her legs. She’d be naked soon enough, and she couldn’t do anything to stop it.

He pushed up against the front of her, his hands around behind her and they clenched on her twin buttocks. He drew her close as his cock danced against her almost-naked pussy.

Each hand engulfed one of her buttocks, and his fingers dug into the flesh. She felt her cheeks parted and a strange strain on her anus. It was as though he touched her there. She could feel his naked prick rub against her pussy. It was as though her undergarment was nonexistent. His prick burrowed between her pussy lips as he began to rub himself against her. Every muscle in her lower body moved uncontrollably. Her anus and her buttocks shuddered beneath his tight grip. Her pussy clenched tight to grip his prick. She felt his prick move up and down her slit. She shuddered when it touched her secret place that her finger sought out to make her cum at night, but this was much different and better. He humped her, but then, he stopped and moved away. He grabbed her undergarment in one large hand, and then, it tore with such ease. He threw it to the floor and stood back. “Spread your legs.”

Did he actually think that I’d do such a thing? Her body was red in shame as she dangled completely naked in front of him, bound by her wrists. He stood there with his prick out, unashamed to expose himself so lewdly to her. He continued to stare at her, and she grew uncomfortable and scared. What would he do if I disobeyed? He never moved, except for his prick. It never stopped moving. She began to spread her legs, first just a tiny bit, but as he continued to stare until she opened them wider. She didn’t stop until they were at least two feet apart. He had a grin on his face when she stopped. She felt the air blow on the wetness between her legs. She knew that she was intimately exposed. He’ll take me now.

He surprised her and left the room. He shut the door behind him, but it didn’t take long to find the other soldier. He’d planned this before he entered the room the first time, but he didn’t think it would take this long to get where he was. “I’m ready.”

The soldier followed him. This was a strange request by his commander, but if what he said was true, it would be enjoyable and different. He kept it behind his back as he walked into the room. His cock grew immediately when he saw her naked body strung up from the ceiling. She was young and beautiful. And helpless.

She turned as best as she could when the door opened, and she cried out in shame when another soldier entered with him. At least the soldier was dressed as Jacob took his prick out once again. The soldier stopped as Jacob approached her. “Make him go away.” She didn’t want anyone see her lose her innocence.

“Don’t worry about him. I’m going to fuck you.” He moved in front of her, pushing one foot between her legs until she obediently spread her legs again. He moved between them, holding out his cock with one hand as he gripped her waist with the other to hold her still. He looked into her blue eyes as he began to rub the head of his cock up and down her slit. Unable to move away, the head of his cock pushed aside her pussy lips, and he felt her wetness. “Yes, it’ll make it much easier if you get my cock wet. I know you want it inside you.”

He taunted her with his words as he rubbed his prick on her virgin pussy. The head of his prick was big, and he rubbed it down her slit until he found her virgin hole. Its girth overpowered her hole. It began to stretch her. “It’s too big,” she cried out, but he continued to push. She knew it was only a matter of seconds before he took her innocence.

Jacob got his cock in position, but it wouldn’t be him that took her innocence. She’d voluntarily give it up to him. He fisted his cock to keep it from bending as he readied to take her. He nodded to the soldier behind her.

“SSSSMMMAACCCKKK!” The soldier hit her too hard, but he was enthusiastic at the thought of paddling a naked woman. The large wooden paddle struck one of her buttocks full on. He could feel the paddle go all the way to the bone. Her shrill cry made him jump. He didn’t expect it to be so loud.

“AAAAWWWW, OOOOWWWWW!” Her buttock was aflame in pain. She couldn’t turn around to see what happened, but it must have been the soldier that struck her with something hard and thick. That was only part of the pain. The pain made her body jerk forward, and she felt her hymen tear as she impaled her pussy on his waiting prick. His prick ripped inside her, stretching her with its massive girth.

Jacob never felt such pleasure before. He’d never had a virgin, and this one was exceptional. He only had to hold his cock as her pussy engulfed it. Her hymen held for a second before it tore and his cock plunged into her hot, tight hole. “It’s so nice that you gave up your virginity to me,” he teased her. His hands went to her waist as his hips began to move. He’d fuck her now. He pressed more of his cock inside her until her muscles fought to keep him out. He pulled back, nodded to the soldier and then thrust back in at the same time Sarah was paddled once again. Her hips shot forward in pain and accepted more of his cock inside her.

Jacob and the soldier began a familiar rhythm, fucking and paddling her. She wasn’t allowed to keep her hips still as the prick filled her with its massive size with each deep, penetrating thrust. It was a cruel way for her to lose her innocence. It wasn’t long before the head of his cock bottomed out inside her, bruising her cervix with the powerful thrust. He drew back and then thrust back in, just as her buttocks were paddled. It still stung her, but the pain was secondary now. It was the prick that churned inside her. It rubbed her in places that had never been touched. It was unnatural for her to be hung naked, taken and paddled, but it didn’t diminish the increasing pleasure that she felt. Each time she was forced to push forward, her pleasure button was crushed into his body. She began to move her hips from side to side when that happened and get as much contact with his body. The pleasure began to swirl within her body.

Her pussy began to caress his cock with her muscles. She didn’t cry out from the paddling. With her virgin blood and her juices, his prick slid easily in and out. “That’s it, Sarah. Fuck back and I’ll reward you with a load of cum.”

She hadn’t figured on that. She didn’t want to become pregnant from this terrible act. She tried to pull back and release his prick, but the paddle always made her respond. She had no choice, fucking him, and she’d hope that he wouldn’t make her with child. She let her body go, hoping that she’d receive her pleasure. She gave up so much so she should at least get something out of this.

Jacob wouldn’t last much longer. It was the way her body jerked each time the paddle rang out against her buttocks that drove him over the edge. Her pussy reacted intensely to wring the cum from his balls. His thrusts and the paddling grew faster until it was all a blur. He almost lifted her off the ground on his cock when he shot the first time. His cock burned as he unloaded a powerful jet of cum inside her.

It was nothing like when she did it herself. This was much more intense when she came. Every bit of her pussy and buttocks rang out in pleasure. Her head exploded as her body did. She met every jet of cum that shot into her with her own ripple of pleasure as though they were in sync with each other. She felt the shameful wetness inside her, but it didn’t fail to diminish the pleasure that raced through her body like a hurricane.

Finally, it ended. Sarah hung there as Jacob finally withdrew his cock. His cum flooded out behind it. He dismissed the soldier as he began to take her down. He had to hold her when he released her wrists. She could barely stand on her own. He wrapped her in a blanket and took her to one of the rooms and tucked her into a bed, but not before he caught the last glimpse of her naked body. “Sleep, I’ll return tomorrow night. You have much to learn.”

* * *

General Ward set out with his troops for another day of collections. They’d gone through the wealthy section of Hartford yesterday. Today, they’d concentrate on the business part of town. It would go much faster that day, as much of the businesses were smaller. The bulk of the patriot leadership was gone, and it didn’t pay to arrest the foot soldiers. They’d be needed for the new colony to thrive in the future. The threat of repercussions should be enough to keep them in line.

Captain Perry was given the prime locations due the abilities he showed yesterday. General Ward was impressed with him. He used force when needed without conscience. That was an important in these times. People would remember the need to surrender and fear the consequences of refusal.

Only a small number of people were taken prisoner, those that refused their tax bills. A few women were taken, but there was already a sufficient number taken for now. Anymore would be difficult to manage. There would be opportunities in the future under the new government. The earl had absolute authority, and he intended to use it. He would be like the feudal lords of the past. Nothing could be denied him. As long as he satisfied the crown with taxes collected, no one would bother him.

* * *

Jacob was glad the day was over. General Ward caught up to him when they were back at the billet.

“Did we have a good day, Captain Perry?”

“Excellent day, sir. The people are learning their place.”

“Do you have anything planned in celebration tonight?”

“I plan to visit the lovely Sarah again tonight. She has much to learn. I’m finding her an obedient woman if I use the right amount of persuasion.”

“Do you mind if I join you tonight? I’d like to see you in action with her.”

“I’d be honored, sir. Why don’t you have dinner and I’ll come to get you in two hours. That way I can have Sarah ready.”

“I can’t wait.” He’d enjoy someone new instead of Abagail. She was good, but it was becoming tiresome with the same woman, and Sarah was younger and innocent.

* * *

It was a long, scary day. She remembered Jacob’s threat the day before. She was left alone all day. She was exhausted the night before and fell asleep, but that morning, she was allowed to take a hot bath, and they gave her some clothes to wear. The food was good, but she was put back into that same room between meals.

It grew dark outside, and she feared what she’d have to endure that night. He took her innocence, so she didn’t know what else he could do to her. But, it was the unknown that scared her so much. She was separated from her mother and thrust into this unknown world where she wasn’t prepared for and she had no one to help her.

Jacob ended up sending a carriage for General Ward so he could have Sarah fully ready. He had a quick dinner, eager to have his pleasure with Sarah. He had her taken to the same room as before, but today it had a large chair in the center of the room and another one along the edge of the room. He wanted to be comfortable.

“Come here, Sarah.”

The fear raced through her body when she saw the leather cuffs in his hand. She’d be bound once again and left defenseless. She could do nothing to stop him as she turned around. He put the leather cuffs on and secured them together. Her arms were pulled up high on her back, pinned together too tightly. At least she was still dressed and so was he. The new chairs in the room were strange, but she saw no reason to fear them. Will he fuck me again?

General Ward was right on time. The door opened, and Sarah had a shocked look on her face. “Welcome, General Ward. This is Sarah. Why don’t you have a seat over there and make yourself comfortable.”

He was a general. She feared that if she protested his presence, it could be very bad for her situation. She didn’t know how long she’d be kept there, but the general was the person that could decide her fate. He sat in the other chair, so at least he was only here to watch, but watch what?

Jacob slowly began to take off his clothes in front of her. “Don’t look away,” he warned her. He hastily took off his shirt and boots then his socks. He opened his pants and made sure she stared at him as he lowered his pants. His cock jutted out the front of his shorts like a lance. “Look at my cock as I reveal it, Sarah.”

She was forced to look down as he took his shorts off. His prick popped out as soon as it was free, bouncing up and down until he gripped it with one hand. Now, the fear set in. He was naked. Her hands were bound, so she couldn’t use them on his prick. What does he want from me?

He went over to the large upholstered chair and sat down. He adjusted his balls, so they were out in front of him and spread his legs. “Come over here and kneel between my legs.”

She was so naïve that it didn’t set in until he ordered her to kneel at his feet. There was only one reason for that. Her mouth would be convenient for his prick. “Untie me and I’ll stroke your prick and make you cum,” she begged.

“I could do that myself, Sarah. I’m going to teach you the proper technique to suck a cock. Kneel before your master.” His cock reared up when he saw the frightened look on her face.

Sarah felt the way he spurted inside her. She could never take a prick in her mouth much less accept a mouthful of cum. Men were too profuse. She’d never tasted cum before, but she saw how thick and murky it was. She couldn’t do this, yet she knelt at his feet. She’d refuse to open her mouth for him. He couldn’t stick his prick inside if she did that.

She was curled up at his feet. Her lips were clenched tight, but all he saw was her pink lips and blue eyes. He’d soon have his cock splitting her lips as those big eyes stared at him as she sucked.

She couldn’t do anything as he grabbed her head and yanked her forward. She struggled, but with her hands bound behind her back, she was off balance. His fingers felt like claws as they dug into her scalp. He’d grabbed chunks of her hair and some of the hairs ripped from her scalp. She saw him slide forward as her head was dragged between his legs. She was confronted with the hot flesh of his prick on her cheek. It was as if she was branded by it. The prick jerked violently against her as he rubbed her face on him. She clenched her lips tighter as he grew more aroused. The wiry pubic hairs that rubbed her like sandpaper pricked the soft skin of her cheek. There was wetness on her cheek, and she knew it came from his prick. He leaked out on her face as he continued to yank her head from side to side when his hips pushed his crotch into her face.

“Your soft skin feels good on my cock, Sarah.” He made sure that his cock visited every inch of her face, especially her lips. He leaked his wetness on them as her lips rubbed over his cock. He pulled her head up, and then, his fingers went to the corner of her mouth. He kept one hand on her head, and the other pried her lips open until he could stick his fingers inside. He began to explore his mouth with two fingers. Her tongue tried to escape, but he gripped it. He pulled her tongue out of her mouth. “Keep your tongue out.”

It was terrible having his fingers in her mouth. He made her gag when he pushed them in too far. He pulled her tongue out so far that she feared that he’d yank it out. He was rough, and she feared what he’d do if she disobeyed. His commanding officer watched him, and he’d lose face because of her. He wouldn’t take lightly to that. He’d spanked her the day before with a paddle, but it could be much worse. She kept her tongue out in spite of the consequences. She saw up close and personal as he hefted his prick and put the head on her tongue. He stroked the shaft and a cloudy drop appeared on the tip of the head like a murky pearl.

“Lick it.”

It was difficult to make her tongue move, knowing what would be the response as soon as it touched his prick. The drop was hot when her tongue touched it, and her face grimaced as the tiny drop fouled her tongue. It tasted terrible, thick and salty. It stuck to her tongue like glue. He pumped his prick again and another spot appeared. She didn’t have to be told a second time. She licked it. The foul taste didn’t get any better.

“Lick the shaft.” Jacob struggled not to shove his cock in her mouth. Her hot breathing blowing on it made him excited. Her pink tongue that lapped his leaking cum was enticing.

His grip on her head grew looser, although he didn’t release it. She turned her head sideways as he stood his prick up. She leaned in, and her tongue made contact with the head of his prick. She lapped up the latest drop that leaked out, but then, her tongue lashed out on the smooth head of his prick. She’d always used her hand on her beau’s prick in the dark, so this was the first time she saw a prick up close. The head was different, thicker, but the skin was smooth. She didn’t know how all the cum could shoot out such a tiny hole. Her tongue was sensitive as it ran over his prick, exploring it intimately. The head had a thick ridge around it. When her tongue fluttered beneath it, he struggled to hold it as it contracted violently. She did it again and a drop of cum leaked out. She twisted her head as her tongue ran around the ridge. He must be very sensitive there from the way his prick jerked and shuddered as if he couldn’t control it.

“That’s it, Sarah. Lick down the shaft now.” He gripped his cock by the head so she’d have the entire shaft available for her tongue to explore. She might have protested at first, but her tongue moved without regret now.

The skin on the shaft was wrinkled and loose. There were bumps, ridges and veins that ran up it. The farther down her tongue went, the closer she got to the black wiry hairs that shot up like trees in a forest. She couldn’t touch them. She’d gag on them if they got in her mouth. She let her spit roll down her tongue as she coated his prick. It felt as though his prick got bigger. She licked almost every inch of it.

“Lick it all the way down, Sarah. You’ll lick my balls.” He saw the look in her eyes. He gripped her head tighter and pushed her down until he heard her muffled cry when her tongue was pushed into his bush. His hips rose up to push it into her face and trap her. “I want to feel your tongue flutter on my balls.”

“GGGLUGH!” She gagged on errant hairs that fouled her mouth. Her tongue struggled to lick his balls. She could feel the wrinkled skin, but it was the thick hairs that tickled at her nose and mouth that made her gag. He finally released his tight grip on her head, but he still held her. He pulled her back the slightest bit, but it was only so he could hold his prick out in front of him like a spear.

“Open your mouth real wide, Sarah.”

She never realized how big the girth of his prick was until it was pushed out in front of her. His prick was shiny and slick from her spit. It would never fit in her mouth without splitting her lips. “No, please, no,” she begged.

“Open!” He waited for a second and then saw her surrender. Her mouth began to open, and he saw her pink tongue inside. “Wider, much wider.”

She felt the hot flesh touch her lower lip. She kept her tongue inside as he began to pull her head onto his prick. Her upper lip captured his prick, and her lips split wider as the smooth head of his prick began to enter. The domed head grew thicker as her mouth opened wide. It continued to move inside her mouth until she felt the thick ridge pass over her smooth lips. Her lips finally trapped it beneath the ridge. She sucked in air through her nose, struggling to breathe. His prick completely filled her mouth. Her tongue moved, and it made his prick jerk uncontrollably. The corners of her mouth ached as though they’d tear. “MMMLLUGGH!” Only unintelligible sounds came out of her clogged mouth.

It felt so good in her mouth. Her hot breath and tight lips encased his cock. The slightest movement of her tongue sent his cock shuddering in pleasure. He struggled, but it was too late. He jetted a small amount of precum in her mouth. He couldn’t stop it.

“GGLLUGGH, MMMLUGGH!” Her mouth was invaded by thick, hot cum. Did he cum already? Is he finished? There was so much of it. It coated the inside of her mouth like a thick blanket and refused to mix with her spit. She gagged on the taste, but she could also smell it. It was obscene what he did.

“That was just a taste for you, Sarah. Your mouth is so inviting that I couldn’t contain my pleasure.” He looked into her eyes and saw his cock jut out of her lips. She only had the head, there was so much more cock to feed her. He sat back in the chair but pulled her with him. He held her head with two hands. There would be no escape for her.

She skidded across the floor as he pulled her, but he refused to pull his prick from her mouth.

“Use your tongue, Sarah. I want to feel it on my cock.”

She wanted to please him and end this, but to lick him would drive more cum from his prick into her mouth. The foul taste refused to leave her mouth no matter how much spit she swallowed. Her tongue pulled out from beneath the thick head of his prick, and then, she started to lick his prick. More drops leaked out, but at least it wasn’t a profuse jet like before. She felt his prick come alive from her tongue’s touch. She couldn’t believe her tongue was that talented.

“Take a bit more of my cock.”

Now, she had another worry. She got the girth inside her mouth, but she had to contend with the length. His prick had to be at least eight inches long, much bigger than her beau’s. She knew that her mouth couldn’t take more than four or five inches before it would plug her throat. She already had trouble breathing, her nostrils flared as she tried to fill her air-starved lungs. What would he do with the other three or four inches? It was impossible to get the girth of his prick to go into her throat, and his prick was too hard to compress. She felt more of his prick slide through her lips. The head of his prick pinned her tongue down again.

He wanted to fuck her mouth, but instead, he decided to show her who was boss. “That’s good, now a bit more cock for you, Sarah.”

She didn’t understand what he was doing. She thought he’d fuck her mouth as he did her pussy, but he didn’t move his prick except when he pushed it in deeper. She could feel the thick vein on his shaft slide over her lip as more prick pushed into her mouth. It was nearing the end of her mouth, so he’d have to do something soon enough. She gasped for air as she waited. His prick began to fill her mouth. It was everywhere. He held her tight so she couldn’t pull away.

“Just a bit more, Sarah.” He pulled her down on his cock. He felt her begin to struggle, but bound, she couldn’t do much and he had a good grip on her head. His cock slid to the back of her mouth, and he knew the next thrust would bring about something new.

She began to panic. His cock was all the way in her mouth, and she knew it was close to her throat. It couldn’t go any deeper. He’d begin to fuck her mouth, and she feared a mouthful of cum to contend with.

Now, this was the difficult part. “Get ready, Sarah. Here comes more cock,” he warned her. He pulled her head down into his lap. The head of his cock hit the back of her mouth. It found her throat with the usual consequences for her.

“GGLLUHGH!” She gagged when the head of his cock blocked her throat. It was big and her throat tiny, but he didn’t relent. He continued to pull her down, but he began to move his hips from side to side as though he tried to push it in her throat. It wouldn’t fit! She was sure of that. “GGGLLLUGGH!” She gagged again. It felt like the head of his cock pushed inside her throat, but she didn’t know how that was possible. It wouldn’t fit, it couldn’t fit. She panic and struggled, but he held her effortlessly as he continued to press her down on his cock.

“You can do it, Sarah. Take my cock down your throat.” He felt her panic, but he pulled her down farther. This time, he had more success.

“GGLUGGH, COOUGGH!” His prick began to push into her throat, and when she gagged on it, her mouth opened up wider until her jaw ached and a gag came up from deep in her belly. When she gagged and choked, her throat opened up like magic. He was ready, although she wasn’t. The head of his prick sank into her throat like a snake slithering in a hole. She couldn’t control the muscles in her throat as they tried to force it out, but it was futile. More of his prick entered her throat. Her mouth filled up with spit, but it couldn’t escape. Her lips were plugged tight by his prick like a cork in a bottle. The only spit that she swallowed was shoved down by his prick.

“Such a tight throat, Sarah.” He couldn’t keep his hips still anymore, moving them from side to side as well as forward and back. Her muscles rippled along the head of his cock like thousands of fingers that caressed him with the slightest of touch. The muscles undulated up and down, and he couldn’t control the cum that leaked out. It would go directly into her belly.

Her stomach churned and tears fell from her eyes each time she gagged, but he refused to pull back. She couldn’t believe it, but he continued to bore down and make her take more of his prick in her throat. It rasped painfully down her throat. She bucked and struggled, but she was pinned on his prick. More sank into her throat, and she felt the wiry pubic hairs rub against her lips. When will he stop? He tried to drive it into her belly.

He continued to push until he felt his balls slap against her chin. He looked down at her tear-stained face, but all he saw was the end of his prick jut out of her mouth. The rest of it was caressed in the tightness of her throat. He didn’t have to move, her muscles rippled up and down his cock as though they were her hand. “There you go, Sarah. You got my cock down your throat.”

It was as if her head was thrust up in order to make her throat in a straight line for his prick to go down. She continued to choke and gag from the slightest movement of his prick, but he cared little as he held her pinned on his prick. “MMMGGLL!” She couldn’t make any other noise as she choked on his prick. She didn’t know how this would end. It felt like eternity since he shoved his prick down her throat. She grew lightheaded, unable to completely fill her air-starved lungs.

Jacob felt her struggle harder. “If I take my cock out of your throat, will you suck me, Sarah?”

He loosened the grip on her head enough so she could respond. She nodded her complete surrender. She couldn’t survive much longer with her throat plugged by his prick.

“Do a good job or it’s down your throat again, Sarah.” He released her head, and she immediately pulled her head back.

She sucked in precious air as the prick popped out of her throat, but she didn’t allow it to leave her mouth. Her lips clasped tightly around the shaft as if her life depended on it. She’d never sucked a prick, but she knew that his prick wanted the same thing that her pussy had given it—a tight hole and clenching muscles. She began to move her head forward and back, not too far forward to choke her but enough to take inches of prick in her mouth. She pulled her tongue out from beneath it as she began to caress his prick with it. More of his juices filled her mouth but that was no longer a concern. She had to please him. If that meant swallowing a load of his cum, that is what she’d do.

Jacob sat back to enjoy Sarah’s sucking his cock. What she lacked in experience, she overcame with enthusiasm. Having his cock down her throat gave her inspiration to perform. He watched her head bob up and down as he felt her tight lips. Her tongue moved energetically to run over his cock.

She could feel every bump, ridge and vein slide through her lips as she sucked him. Her mouth was fouled with cum, but that didn’t stop her from continuing. She nibbled on the head of his prick, paying special attention to the sensitive spot beneath the ridge. She used her teeth on the ridge and was rewarded with another premature jet of cum in her mouth, but she was pleased with herself. She became bolder. She took more of his cock in her mouth and even made herself gag once. She sucked him as if his prick belonged in her mouth.

“Faster and keep your lips tight, Sarah.” He wouldn’t last much longer. He’d taught her well.

She squeezed his shaft with her lips as her head bobbed up and down, sliding along the shaft as her tongue fluttered over the head. She couldn’t believe his prick could get any bigger, but it did. His hands went to her head, and she knew he was ready. He gripped her head tight to keep her from escaping the inevitable. He pushed up with his hips, and then, his prick exploded in her mouth. It blanketed her mouth with the thick, hot cum. She gagged when she couldn’t contend with the volume. He pumped her head and she prepared for another load and it came quickly. His prick spurted a second time in her mouth as her cheeks ballooned with his molten cum. He shoved with his prick, and it jammed some of his cum down her gullet, but her mouth was filled once again as he came profusely.

Jacob refused to let her back off his cock until he was finished. He heard her gag and choke on the loads of cum that he jetted in her mouth, but that only inspired him more. Even as he finished, her mouth felt too good for him to withdraw. Finally, he let her pull back and saw the look on her face as she grimaced. “Don’t spit it out. Swallow it all,” he warned her.

She closed her lips and tried to swallow the cum. She had a difficult time trying to get the thick crème to go down her gullet. She gagged as she swallowed until the last had gone down, but the taste of his cum lingered in her mouth with its foul taste.

“Take my cock back in your mouth and lick it clean.”

She looked at his shrinking prick, glistening with her spit, but also his cum. Her hands were bound, so she had to use her tongue to pull it up and push it into her mouth. It was disgusting as she scooped up his semi-limp prick and drew it in her mouth. Her tongue had to lick it, gathering up more of the thick crème. She began to suck his prick. She felt it grow harder, and she feared she’d have to suck him again. Her tongue moved urgently to clean it all off, and then, she drew his prick out of her mouth but kept her lips tight around it to scrape the last of his cum from it. She finally spit it out, finished with this deplorable act.

Henry clapped when she finished. “Very good, Captain. You have a way with women.” He turned to Sarah. “Come over here, Sarah.” He stood up and began to undress. “Show me your skills. Untie her, Captain. Let her use her hands as well as her mouth.”

She was glad to be untied, but the general was naked and seated in the chair. His prick stood up as he slowly stroked it. She’d have to do it again. She walked over to him and kneeled at his feet. How did my world come to this? I’m nineteen and I used to be a virgin. Now, I’m about to suck the prick of a man that could be my father. She reached between his legs. One hand grabbed the shaft of his prick, the other slid beneath his balls as she hefted them up. She began to perform for him. She stroked his prick as she slowly squeezed his balls. Her head moved forward and her mouth opened obediently. For the second time in such a short time period, she began to suck a prick. A prick she never realized that she’d have to take in her mouth.





CHAPTER 8


Six Months Later



William got ready for the celebration, but first, he led the procession to his unfinished castle. As promised by Lewis, the main floor was completed, along with the basement, within the last six months. He could move in immediately while the rest of it was built, and that is where the celebration would be held.

It perched majestically on the cliff above the Connecticut River. It was all stone, cut granite from New Hampshire quarries, the finest they had. Over three thousand workers toiled twelve hours a day to build it. Sarah’s father’s company that made wagons was instrumental in the success, although he didn’t live to see it. It had been bankrupt before, but under new leadership, it built one thousand wagons to carry the granite from the river to the castle where skilled workers from Jamie’s union meticulously put them together like a giant puzzle. A glass factory in Glastonbury had fashioned all the giant windows so the earl would have spectacular views of the river.

William felt like a king, not an earl, as he passed through the fourteen-foot high double doors to enter. The slate floors were polished, and his boots clicked on them as he walked in. Furniture had been moved in in the last three days, all designed and handcrafted by the finest Boston furniture manufacturers. The inside of the castle was immense. Ceilings were twenty-foot high, and the rooms were big enough for almost a hundred people. The grand ballroom would hold four hundred when completed.

“You’ve done an excellent job, Lewis. It’s everything I wanted and expected.”

“It’s perfect for your exalted position. The Earl of Hartford should have a residence fitting of your station in life.” The New England Colony had taken a decided change under his leadership. It was as if it went back to the feudal days of England in the fifteenth century, yet it forged ahead into a thriving, modern world of commerce. The shipyards in Boston and New Haven were thriving. Manufacturing took to the Connecticut River and to the port cities. Central Connecticut thrived with new farms, and new buildings sprang up all over the colony.

“Yes, the celebration will be to the success of the new colony. The crown has been ecstatic over the monies I’ve sent them. They’ll never bother me as long as I stuff their coffers. They’ve even made peace with the French. They won’t have to spend their money fighting useless wars or revolutions. This will draw us into an age of peace and prosperity.”

William checked out each of the rooms. The staff was busy preparing for that night. There were fifty permanent staff members to take care of the castle and him, another fifty there for tonight’s celebration. The next day, he’d visit the basement. Pierre was in town for the celebration. Pierre had ideas of how to decorate the basement. He told tales of a Frenchman, the Marquis de Sade that interested William. He had strange and perverse ideas of pleasure that bordered on pain.

* * *

William now had a throne. It was made in Boston of the finest cherry wood and covered in gold. The top of the throne was littered with red rubies. He wore a black tuxedo, made in London for him. It was cut to precision. Everyone around him looked like paupers compared to him.

Each couple was brought before him, and they quickly learned to bow before him. He greeted each by name. Only the most important and loyal were invited. He was tired after two hours and was glad that the line finally disappeared. Then, he saw him, the last person in line. “General.”

“I’m no longer a general either. I have a post in Quebec. Not as important as yours, but it’s agreeable. I don’t have to do much, and I’m well taken care of.” Pierre liked having no responsibilities. Ever since the peace treaty between France and Britain was signed, the world became a calmer place. There was no place for a general any longer. “I love what you did with this place,” he kidded him. No one built castles any longer, but William did. He also heard of his government, far from what the people had aspired to when they revolted, but William had a way to tame them. He’d been effective at doing that, although it did require brute force.

“I thought you might appreciate my castle. I heard that you Frenchmen had a need for castles with dark basements. You were going to regale me with tales of your infamous marquis.”

“It’s not basements but dungeons.”

“Now, that intrigues me. I’m about to start working on my basement. I could use some inspiration.”

“I could talk your ear off, but that wouldn’t be as effective. Let’s have a drink. I think I can give you a better demonstration as the night wears on and your guests leave.”

He didn’t know what he meant, but Pierre was always full of surprises. They got their drinks and began to mingle. William had met most of the powerful men in his colony before, but tonight opened up something new to him. Many women, married and unmarried, approached him. He’d expected women to stay away from him. He was sure there were rumors of his exploits with Abagail in her house, but many of them would be exaggerations of reality.

Charity sought him out. Her husband’s mining company didn’t have the success that many of the others did. Harold was meek and afraid to stand up for himself. Charity had married him for his money, twice her age, but unless something changed, his money would be gone, and she had no desire to seek out a new husband with the means to make her happy. If Harold couldn’t do it, she’d have to take control of the situation. The earl was like any other man. He had needs and desires.

Pierre saw her before William did. She made a beeline toward them. “Look at this beauty.”

William was captivated when he saw her. Her honey-blonde hair was piled up on her head, not a strand out of place. Her pale skin was in sharp contrast to her ruby-red lips and green eyes. It looked as though she was poured into her dress. A generous cleavage was exposed with a large gem that hung down between two lovely breasts to draw a man’s eye. She had full hips, and he wished she’d turn around so he could see her backside, sure that it was everything he expected. Her eyes locked onto his as she approached.

Charity was nervous as she neared him. She’d planned this, but now, when it was so close, she wasn’t sure she could do it. It was so out of character for her. She’d never approached a man in order to secure business for her husband. Yet, this was much more. She’d have to seduce him. That was the difficult part. She was a virgin when she married her husband, because she wanted to gift her husband with her innocence. She’d never been with another man since that time. Harold wasn’t an imaginative lover, and as he aged, their lovemaking grew quicker and less frequent. She rarely experienced an orgasm although she did fake it. She didn’t want him to feel as though he let her down. Could I put my body in the hands of a man that I hardly know? What would he do to me? Yet, she knew she had no choice. The revolution failed, and these men controlled the colony. They had all the power, and they knew it. She walked up to them, not sure who the other man was.

“Your highness,” Charity was unsure how to address him, but she didn’t want to offend him immediately. She bowed slightly, not so much in curtsy but to show off her breasts.

“Good evening. I’m at a loss for words. I can’t understand why I don’t know the name of this lovely creature in front of me.” William couldn’t help but notice the large diamond wedding ring on her finger, but he saw no sign of a man lurking nearby.

“Charity Caswell, I’m sorry I didn’t introduce myself.” She drew his stare at her bosom. She’d played men all her life, so it grew easier now once she got going.

“This is Pierre de Grasse. He’s a good friend of mine from Quebec.”

“Ravi de vous rencontrer.” She knew just enough French to make her sound fluent.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” but Pierre took her hand and kissed the soft, supple flesh. He lingered longer than was polite, but she didn’t pull back her hand.

He was as dashing as the earl. She’d heard that Frenchmen were excellent lovers. If only he was the one that could help her husband’s business. “It’s nice to be in the company of two handsome gentlemen.”

“May I get you a glass of champagne, Charity?” Maybe this one could teach William the delights he could enjoy from being the Earl of Hartford. He had someone else in mind, but Charity certainly had the looks. He hoped she had the disposition.

“Yes, thank you.”

Pierre only had to turn around to find a waiter and get three glasses of champagne. He handed them out. “Why don’t we go outside on the patio? I’ve been told it has a wonderful view of the river.” He wanted to go somewhere where it would be more private. Many of the guests were beginning to leave. They wouldn’t be missed. They all had their chance to meet the earl and push for their agenda.

“It is so beautiful up here. The river looks so small. You picked a perfect site for your home.”

“Castle, this is hardly a home. It’ll be huge by the time the earl finishes it, although it’ll be a few years.” Pierre chimed in.

“It’s a magnificent structure, worthy of your position of power.”

“Did your husband join you tonight, Charity?” Pierre began to pry of her intensions.

“No, he couldn’t make it, so I’m here to do his bidding.”

“What does he do, Charity?” William questioned her. He didn’t know of her husband and wondered why.

“Harold’s in mining. He owns a profitable company,” she lied.

“Granite? I get most of my granite from New Hampshire to build my castle.”

“Iron and copper. He has an exceptional operation in Kent.”

“I’ve not heard of it.” It must be a small operation or an unsuccessful one.

“That is why I bring it to your attention. With the right connections, it could become a valuable asset to the colony and its future growth. With your help, it would.”

“How come I haven’t met Harold regarding this? Most of the owners have contacted me or my staff.”

“Harold is less than aggressive. That is why I thought that I might be more convincing.”

“That’s a bit unorthodox,” William told her.

“But not unusual,” Pierre chimed in.

“We all have to play our strengths,” Charity nervously responded. At least Pierre sounded responsive.

“What are your strengths, Charity?” Pierre began to push her to see what she was willing to give up.

“I would do anything for my husband to help his business.” Her words began to crack when she said it.

“Anything has wide latitude and is very dangerous for a married woman.” Pierre continued to push to see how far this would go.

“I might be inexperienced in these matters, but I’m determined.”

“So would you be determined to take out the earl’s cock and rub it right here on the patio?” Pierre saw the shocked look on her face but also on William’s.

William was taken back by Pierre’s question, but that didn’t stop his cock from growing erect. But, Charity was more taken back. Her face was flushed and her lips trembled. She couldn’t say a word, but it looked like she tried to speak.

“Would that further my husband’s interests?” She finally got the words out. She was bargaining her body for her husband’s business. It became real now.

“Yes,” William chimed in enthusiastically. She had on a pair of fine leather gloves that went above her elbows. They looked like lambskin, and he wondered how they’d feel on his naked cock.

Charity didn’t bother taking off her gloves. It was a bit shameful to do what he required of her with gloves on. He didn’t move as she reached down to the front of his trousers. Her hands shook as she nervously tried to open the buttons, but he didn’t move to help her. Every time she brushed against his prick, she could feel it jerk and shudder. He was big and hard, much more than her husband. She finally managed to open the four buttons, and then, she worked on the belt. That was easier. Pierre stared at her as well as the earl. She opened the belt and the top button of his pants. She opened his pants. She took a deep breath as her hand reached down to his silk undergarment and her fingers curled around his throbbing member. She had to hold it tight to contain his excitement. Her fingers moved on it like a piccolo, fluttering along it. She could feel his prick dance beneath her touch.

“You don’t seem very inexperienced to me, Charity.” He couldn’t wait for her to take his cock out.

She smiled and blushed at the same time from his compliment. Her fingers began to explore his prick. She forgot how a hard prick felt. The head was big and throbbing. Her other hand reached down between his legs. He parted them with ease so she could gently clench on his testicles. She hefted them up, heavy with his arousal. She teased him for a few minutes longer before she pulled his undergarment down. He looked strange and vulnerable, dressed in a fine tuxedo but his pants down almost to his knees as his naked prick bounced in front of him. She reached for him again. She could feel his hot prick even through the glove. She saw a drop on her glove, and she knew he already leaked out. Did he want me to make him cum on the patio? She wasn’t sure what to do, but she wasn’t about to stop now. She’d come too far. She began to stroke his prick while her other hand continued to fondle his testicles. Her fingers chased around the twin balls.

The soft gloves felt rough and smooth all at the same time. Sometimes the seams on the fingers would run over the soft ridge on the head with painful consequences, but the pain turned to pleasure, and he couldn’t control the leaking cum that she extracted from him. He looked into her eyes as she masturbated him. He wouldn’t last long before he came, but this wouldn’t be the end of the night for the three of them. It would cost her much more for his help.

He grew bigger as she continued the masturbation of his prick. Not a word was said, but there was the background of the earl’s heavy breathing. Her husband never lasted this long. The earl had more stamina.

“You are very talented, Charity. I hope you have other skills,” William teased her. She might have been shocked by his threat, but her hand never slowed down.

She tightened her fingers on his prick, yanking on the loose skin of the shaft and then let her fingertips rub over the smooth, tight skin on the head. More of his juices flowed out from her continuous rubbing. She became bolder as she controlled his upcoming pleasure. “Are you going to cum for me?”

He saw the smirk on her face. He’d let her think she was in control now, but he’d soon turn the tide on her. “Yes, continue and don’t stop until I am finished.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied obediently. She held his cock out as she felt the violent contractions in it. She squeezed his testicles and watched as his cum shoot out and fell over the railing and a thousand feet below. It was as though she had control of a waterfall, stroking his prick as it shot his cum into the dark abyss below. Her glove glistened with his cum, but she never pulled her hand back until he was drained. She squeezed his testicles on last time and did the same with his prick. A single drop hung from the tip. She was glad this was over as she pulled her hand away. He quickly pulled his pants up and his prick was gone.

“I’ve ruined your gloves, Charity.” William saw how wet they were.

“Nonsense, your cum will soften them. They are wet, but Charity can lick them off, can’t you, Charity?” Pierre wouldn’t let her off so easily.

She saw the two men look at her and knew she couldn’t refuse the earl. It would offend him. She hated the taste of cum, and luckily, it was only in the early stages of their marriage that Harold required her to take him in her mouth. She never liked it and always spit his cum out when he came or took his prick out and finished him off with her hand. But, now, it was a loathsome task she performed. She put the three fingers in her mouth. She scowled as the thick crème fouled her mouth, but she kept her lips tight and her tongue ran over her fingers to gather up the remnants of his cum. She finally took them out of her mouth and tried to swallow the spit that was tainted with his cum. “I hope you’ll look favorably on my husband’s business.”

“That was a good beginning, Charity, but my guests have left. Why don’t you let me show you and Pierre my bedroom? We can see how much serious consideration I should take with your husband’s business. That is if you are serious in your quest.” William already felt his cock grow harder once again.

“I’d be glad to accompany you and Pierre. How could I resist such an offer by two handsome gentlemen?” She purred in response. She had no choice. She linked arms between the two men as they walked back in. She grew nervous when she saw no one around except for the servants. She’d be alone with them. She feared for her safety. The earl could and did as he pleased. There was no law when it came to him.

They walked up the grand staircase to the master bedroom. When he opened up the door, all she could see was the gigantic bed that took up center stage in the room. It was large enough for six people and at least three. It had a large post in each of the corners that spiraled almost to the ceiling, cut intricately with designs. It looked like vines ran along the posts and each was capped with a large, smooth ball. “It’s a lovely room, fitting for such a powerful man.” There weren’t many feminine touches in the room.

“I think you should get out of that dress, Charity. It looks very confining.” Pierre made the suggestion. He saw just the opportunity to show William the potential of his power.

“My dress!” He was so bold.

“Yes, let me help you,” William moved behind her. “Hold still,” he warned her in a gruff voice.

Her situation grew worse, and she became fearful. She wanted to run from the room to the safety of her home, but she knew that would end all that she had accomplished so far. As much as she hated the thought of what she might have to do, she had little choice in the matter. They wouldn’t let her leave. She stood there as she felt his hands on her back. He was undoing the stays of her dress. He was adept at it, and soon, the front of her dress began to hang down. Her hand held it over her breasts. A hand grabbed her arm and pulled it away. More hands attacked the top of her dress and drew it over her hips to slip to her feet. She stood there in her finest silk undergarment. She shivered when a hand went around her waist and drew her against a body. It was the earl, and he was hard once again. His prick danced on her buttocks. It was a shameless display. He rubbed himself from side to side on her.

Pierre loved the way she looked in her undergarment, but he wanted her naked. “Let me help you.”

“No, please, no,” but her hands stayed at her sides as he slid the straps down her arms. It took only seconds before her breasts hung free. It didn’t take him long before it slid the rest of her undergarment to the floor and she stood there naked. Her thighs clenched tightly together. She was naked in front of two strange men that weren’t her husband. The only thing she wore was the long gloves that covered her hands and arms. It felt so out of place and made her feel more naked.

“Take off your gloves, Charity.” William wanted her completely naked.

“No, leave them on. They’ll protect her wrists from marks. Do you have anything like a bathrobe tie that we can use?” Pierre would show William the art of bondage.

“I have some rope, would that be okay?” William smirked. Did Pierre think I know nothing of bondage?

“A man after my heart.” He might know about bondage, but he had something in mind for Charity. He knew it would surprise her and hoped that William would be suitably pleased also.

“No, don’t tie me up!” It was bad enough she was naked with the two of them, but bound, she’d be utterly helpless.

William came back with the rope quickly, wanting to get her bound before she’d be any trouble. There was no way he’d let her go before he had his pleasure once again.

“This is such a lovely ottoman.” Pierre pulled the red velvet ottoman away from the bed. It was long and sturdy, and the seat of it was padded for comfort. “This will do.”

William followed his lead. Pierre had something in mind. “Lie on it, Charity, on your back.”

“No, on your belly and hug the front legs with your hands.” He slapped her ass to encourage her. He loved the feel and sound of his hand connecting with the soft, supple flesh.

She wasn’t fast enough for them. Her buttock stung where he spanked her and hands forced her down onto the ottoman. At least the bench was soft when her belly hit it, but then, she felt her legs parted to the sides of the bench when she lay prone on it. Her head hung over the edge. She obeyed and reached down to grab the front legs. “NOOOO,” she cried when her hands were bound with rope to the legs as though she was a prisoner. The ropes were tight, but at least, she had the gloves on to protect her wrists. She wouldn’t be able to explain to Harold rope marks, even though she did this for him. He wouldn’t understand. She barely did. They weren’t finished, and she soon felt her ankles tied to the legs of the ottoman. She was grateful he didn’t tie them tight, but she couldn’t close her legs. The two men stood behind her and gazed at all her treasures exposed so lewdly to them. They were going to fuck her from behind like she was some animal being mated.

Pierre whispered into William’s ear so Charity wouldn’t hear him.

“Yes, that is a wonderful idea.” William didn’t know why he didn’t think of it as he stared at her beautiful ass posed so provocatively before him. Bound, she could do nothing to protest. He found what he was looking for on the dresser along with his other toiletries. When he came back, his cock glistened in the light. He couldn’t believe he got so hard once again.

She felt his presence behind her. It was difficult for her to look back. Her head and neck had no support. But, she knew what would happen. She heard the rustle of clothes, and the two men were quick. Pierre stood in front of her, naked in all his glory. She couldn’t deny that he was a fine specimen of a man. He was muscular. His prick stood out before him as his fingers wrapped around the shaft. He rubbed it slowly back and forth just as Charity had done for the earl. Would he fuck me next?

William poised over her body, not wanting to alert her too soon. He liked the suspense. He reached for his cock as he bent over. The head of his cock found her pussy peeking out behind her, and he pushed forward until the folds of her lips opened up to welcome his cock. He was surprised that she was wet, but it was unmistakable. He rubbed up and down her slit to tease her.

She found herself wet, shamed that she desired this. His prick slid easily along her slit. She was wetter than she thought. He was bigger than her husband. But, he pulled his prick back, and it slid up between the patch of skin between her pussy and her anus. She never felt anything like it before. It tingled with pleasure, not expecting it from such a spot. He didn’t stop, sliding up higher as his cock began to jerk and shudder as it slid through her cheeks. She tightened them instinctively, but with the spread of her legs, all she did is capture his prick. Why did he rub his prick there?

Her anus peeked out like a flower in bloom. He saw the way the muscles clenched tightly as her buttocks did. The powerful muscles trapped the head of his cock, but it was pure pleasure to be trapped in their powerful grip. Would my cock fit in such a snug hole? He couldn’t wait any longer. He pulled his cock up until it was poised over her anus. He pressed forward as he slowly lowered his body down on hers.

“No, not there, lower,” she urged him. He was up too high for her pussy. Then, his naked body descended on her buttocks. She felt the pressure on her anus. It dawned on her suddenly. “Not there, that’s unnatural!” she cried out in protest, trying to turn her head to see him behind her, but all she saw was the smirk on Pierre’s face as he stroked his own prick.

William pushed with his hips as the head of his cock nudged at her anus. He could feel her muscles resist, but his cock was too hard and demanding to be denied his prize. He continued to press forward.

“No, no, no…” Her cry was silenced when he began to have success. She felt a strange pull on her anus. Her anal ring began to flourish open even as she tried to clench her buttocks to keep him out. His prick felt like an iron bar that pushed inside her. Her ring began to open. She feared it would tear her, but although it burned at first, it was more humiliation than pain that she felt. The head of his prick took her breath away when it popped inside her with a suddenness. It felt like a giant lump sitting inside her, but this lump was alive and moving. Her muscles gripped it to push it out, but all it did was make it jerk and go in deeper. It pushed hard inside her rectum. “Take it out,” she begged, but when she felt it pull back, her anal ring began to stretch once again. “No, stop, don’t move,” fearing he’d tear her if he went in or out.

“She grips my cock like a vise. So hot and tight, a truly lovely hole to take.” William never felt anything like it before. It was different than a pussy, as if it was shaped differently. It was a hole that wasn’t destined for a cock, but it was inviting and enjoyable. The best part was that she would have to take every inch of his cock, no matter how big he was. He wouldn’t stop until he was buried deep in her guts. He couldn’t stay still any longer. “Take it, Charity. Bring me my pleasure.” He pushed in, driving another inch of cock into her ass. He looked down to see his cock stick out that tiny hole, and she gripped it possessively.

She was sure that he tried to drive his prick into the pit of her body. He was relentless. He drove it in, only to pull it back to begin once again. The withdrawal wasn’t painful, just humiliating. It felt like her insides were sucked out by powerful suction, and she was forced to clench her muscles in fear of having an accident. Inch after inch was pushed in and out as his body covered hers as his hips did the driving of his prick into her ass. The head of his prick was big and stretched her, but it was the thick inches of prick that followed inside that gave her cramps when it forced her intestines to straighten out under the onslaught. She could hardly breathe, her breath taken from her by his demanding prick. It was as if it never ended. How long is his prick?

She gulped as if she swallowed his prick. She felt it deep in her bowels, but she was thankful when his abdomen pushed against her buttocks. He flexed his prick inside her to stretch her, but at last, he was fully inside her. It was as though she ate a whole chicken by herself, her intestines swelled by his prick. Thank God he is done.

“Now give him a nice ass fuck, Charity. Squeeze his cock when he withdraws and relax as he drives hard and deep inside you. If you’re good, he’ll reward you with a load of cum in your guts for your pleasure.” Pierre saw William begin to ass fuck her.

If she thought the initial entry was bad, this was much worse. He pulled his prick almost all the way out. Her anal ring stretched so far that she thought it would tear, but just before his prick would escape, he shoved back in with a ruthlessness that took her breathe away as she went from empty to filled with prick in seconds. She thought she was impaled on a sword when he was fully inside her once again. He didn’t stop, taking her with the full measure of his prick with each thrust. Bound, she had no escape. She prayed that it would be over soon. She knew the only way to hasten her demise was to satisfy him. She gripped his prick with her ass muscles in this shameful act. It only inspired him to take her hard and deep. It felt as though his prick ripped up and down her backside.

“Open your mouth, Charity. Get my cock wet, for I’ll take your ass next.” Pierre wouldn’t normally put his cock where another man had left his juices, but he had to get his pleasure in Charity’s ass. She didn’t open her mouth fast enough, so his fingers pried her mouth open enough so he could gain entrance. His thick cock pushed her lips open wide, and he felt her hot breath on his cock. He slid in easily, one hand on the back of her head to keep her still as he impaled her mouth.

“MMGGLLH,” she cried out as her mouth was filled with the hot flesh of Pierre’s prick. She was immediately subjected to the foul taste of his leaking cum, but it was the way her lips stretched so wide she thought they’d tear her that scared her. Now, she had two pricks that split her up the middle as though they tried to reach each other someplace deep in her body.

It was a long time that the two men took her. The earl had cum before, so he was relentless in her ass. He burned her up with his prick in spite of her clenching muscles. All the while, she had to contend with a prick that filled every inch of her mouth. It fouled her mouth with cum, and she choked too many times when he went in too deep. Finally, the earl came inside her. She felt the shameful burning of his hot cum that blanketed her bowels. It sent her muscles clenching in response, which only drove more jets of cum to stain her with his foul seed.

Charity was thankful that Pierre didn’t cum in her mouth, but she’d have to suffer another prick being shoved up her ass. She saw the stained and wet prick of the earl and was thankful he didn’t push it in her mouth. Pierre didn’t last long in her ass. Watching the earl take her ass had made him too excited. He soon spurted inside her profusely as her muscles gripped his prick to make him end her misery. She felt the cum drip out when they finally released her and she stood up. She was given a towel to clean up the mess before she could put her clothes back on. The men were quick to get dressed, and they watched her as she did. She looked a sight even when she was dressed and all she could smell was the stench of men’s cum.

“I will have Lewis Ainsworth visit your husband in Kent and discuss the purchase of his iron and copper for the colony tomorrow. You’ll find me an honorable man. In the future, I might call upon for your services, and I expect you to be honorable, also.” William enjoyed the experience with her and hoped for more.

“Yes, Sir.” She knew what she’d have to do to continue this arrangement for the benefit of her husband’s business. It was the only way.





CHAPTER 9


Basement or Dungeon



Pierre stayed the night, so they could talk more the next day. They had a leisurely breakfast, late in the morning, so it was almost lunch. In the afternoon, they sat on the patio to view the river below with a cigar and brandy to keep them company.

“So tell me about this man you speak of.” William was eager to continue work on the basement of the castle and hoped that he’d get ideas from Pierre.

“He’s the Marquis de Sade. The last I heard of him was that he was in deep hiding after the authorities put out an arrest warrant for him. It seemed that he had some difficulties with four prostitutes, something about Spanish fly and sodomy.”

“After last night with Charity, I could see the pleasure he got from the act of sodomy, especially when the young lady is bound. He used prostitutes, so I imagine they did it willingly.”

“Yes, he’d been known to have up to five servant girls, although it’s not known of their consent or not. There is much talk of tight bondage and his love of the whip. It’s been told that he is skilled in many types of whips and paddles and is able to bring not only pain, but also pleasure to those that are subjected to his domination.”

“The British are known for corporal punishment, but it’s only for pain, not for pleasure, at least for those on the receiving end of it.”

“You spoke of going back to the feudal times now that you are the Earl of Hartford. Those were wonderful times for those in charge. You should change your basement into a dungeon where you can aspire to the prior time’s pleasure in making your subjects submit to their ruler.”

“Lewis had a similar idea. He built the basement with that in mind. It only needs some finishing and some furniture to facilitate the restraint of my prey.” The idea had merits. “Where might I find suitable equipment for it?”

“I have a friend that could supply you with designs of various devices. He used to work in a museum in Paris, and he had some of the ancient pieces in the museum designed on paper. He’s told me that it was the most devious pieces. All you’d need is a great furniture builder to take the designs and turn them into finished pieces. I do hope that if you do this, you’ll not forget your best friend Pierre when you begin to use them.”

“You’d be my first guest, Pierre. Have your friend send me the designs. I’ll be glad to pay him for his troubles.”

They had an enjoyable day together, but William’s thoughts were of his dungeon. He couldn’t wait for it to be done and he could begin to use it.

* * *

A year had passed since the unsuccessful revolution. William had taxed the people heavily in order to please the crown to make sure they would leave him alone. You would’ve thought that it would make the people to want to revolt once again, but there was a good side to William’s policy. Many of the people, at least the ones that curried favor with the earl, prospered like never before. They paid more taxes than they ever did, but they also made more money than they ever did.

The people didn’t seem to mind the way he acted like royalty, not only above the law, but he was the law. His army grew massive and spread across his colony to keep order and collect the taxes. It’s not that they had much choice but pay the taxes.

The people looked up in awe at the castle that continued to grow taller on the Connecticut River. It was four stories now and work never seemed to cease and no one wanted it to cease. It brought so many jobs to Hartford and the colony. The earl spent lavishly on it, from Boston furniture, stone from New Hampshire to fabrics from the mills on the river.

Not even the rumors of the castle could dampen the people’s enthusiasm and newfound wealth. There were many rumors of its infamous dungeon, although no one ever saw it and spoke of it. No one knew where reality turned to fantasy. The earl and the most prominent members of his staff were known for their twisted desires. No women were safe, married or unmarried, young or old. If a woman caught the fancy of the earl or his men, they could find themselves missing. None talked when they reappeared. It wasn’t advisable to say anything against the earl, not if you wanted to live a long life. Life went on as though it never happened.

Hannah grew up in Glastonbury. Their colonial-style house was grand by Glastonbury standards. It wasn’t always that way. Before the revolution, they lived in a modest house. Her father was a silversmith, and her mother made clothes to make ends meet. Silver pieces were a luxury that few could afford, and it was only for very special occasions. Her father, Hiram, was a skilled silversmith, yet that never brought him success.

It was a chance meeting of Hiram with Lewis Ainsworth, an influential man with the Earl of Hartford. That was ten months ago. Lewis loved Hiram’s work, and soon, Hiram became sought out by those that wanted high-quality silver pieces and could afford it. Lewis arranged for Hiram to meet a man that was mining silver so he could buy his raw material direct. That was a good thing since Hiram was overwhelmed with work. He hired four apprentices to help him and taught them the trade. His wealth and stature increased greatly.

His wife, Edith, quit making clothes and stayed home to take care of the house they had built.

Hanna took after her mother as she grew to be a woman. Her brown hair was fine and long, below her waist. Edith brushed it religiously every night. Hanna had an hourglass figure, but her pear shaped breasts were magnificent, slightly fuller on the bottom and her nipples slightly pointing downward. Her buttocks were round and firm. Her complexion was pale with blue eyes that sparkled and luscious lips that always smiled.

Hanna had a few beaus over the last year since she turned eighteen, and her father only allowed her to go out on chaperoned dates. All women knew of the dangers out there and were careful.

Charles had met Hiram when he came to the bank to set up accounts in order to pay for the silver he was purchasing in quantity now. Lewis had mentioned Hiram. It was the first day that he saw her. Hiram and his wife, Edith, went to the bank when they were in town. They brought their daughter, Hanna, to shop while they were in Hartford. Charles struggled to keep his erection from growing too boldly and unable to hide. She was a delicious creature, and she’d just turned eighteen. From that day on, he made sure that he kept track of Hanna through her father, asking about her and his wife innocently enough.

That was almost a year ago, and now, it was time before it was too late. He knew she had beaus but her father was strict. He hoped and prayed she was still a virgin. That is what he promised the earl, and he didn’t want to disappoint the earl or himself. William had told him of his dungeon, and Charles was eager to try it out. With the help of General Ward, he planned it meticulously. It would happen on Friday.

Hiram and Edith had to go into Glastonbury to handle some paperwork at the bank. It was sudden, but they decided to have dinner while they were out. Hannah wanted to visit her friend Isabella two doors down and spend the night. Isabella’s parents were levelheaded, so Hiram gave her permission.

Captain Perry and four men eyed the house. He saw the parents leave and knew that Hannah was still inside. The servants had left for the day. They waited until the sun began to set. They’d get her inside and spirit her away before anyone knew.

“Damn, this is lucky,” Jacob told the other soldiers when they saw Hannah come out the house. She looked around for a second, but then, she started to walk over the large lawn, away from the street. The sun just set as if it was timed perfectly. It didn’t take Jacob and the others long to catch up to her. She seemed preoccupied, so it was too late for her when they caught up with her.

She saw something out of the corner of her eye, but she was only one house from Isabella’s. She never thought herself as being vulnerable, not so close to home. It was her father that was too protective. “AAAAHHHHH!” She felt a hand around her waist and a rag pushed into her mouth. She struggled, but her body was lifted off the ground as though she weighed nothing. She kicked her feet but never found anything to make contact with. She caught a quick glimpse of a man, but then, something was thrown over her eyes and all she saw was darkness. The cloth pushed deep into her mouth and made her choke. Her feet found the ground again, but then, she was pushed to her knees and then onto her belly. A knee pushed into her back and took the air from her lungs. Her arms were grabbed and pulled behind her. Her face was pushed into the dirt and grass as her arms were bound and so were her legs. She kicked uselessly until she grew tired.

“Grab her and let’s go.” Jacob led them away to the waiting wagon.

She tossed around in the back of a wagon. She could hear voices, but they spoke softly and she couldn’t understand anything they said. She tried to roll over, but when she did, it strained her shoulders from having her arms bound behind her, so she was back on her belly again. It grew colder as they drove. It was over an hour, but it felt like an eternity. She was sure they were up higher as it was colder than at her house. She didn’t hear any other wagons on the road. Where are they taking me? What will they do to me? She was surprisingly calm. If they were going to molest her, they would’ve done it already. Her father was a powerful man. Maybe they wanted a ransom. He’d pay, and then, she could go home.

The wagon pulled to the back of the castle where deliveries were made, but they went to a special entrance. They were told to knock and wait. Jacob did, and it was a minute before the door opened. In spite of the castle being new, the door creaked open like a hundred-year-old castle door. “I have a delivery.”

“I’ll take it.” Charles wasn’t as young and strong as the soldier that carried her, but for Hannah, he’d endure. William waited inside. Charles swung her over his shoulder and found he was stronger than he thought, or maybe, it was just the thought of what he’d do to her. His cock was rock hard as he carried her down the stone stairs. It grew damp when he entered the dungeon. The floors and walls were stone and you could smell the dampness. The hall was lit with torches for the effect. He passed by each of the rooms, all had heavy wood doors with iron latches and hinges. There was a window cut high up on the door, but it had iron bars on it and a sliding hatch to cover it to quell the screams that might come from inside. He found the room and the door was open. William was inside, but you’d never recognize him as the Earl of Hartford. He wore leather pants that covered his lower body like a second skin. The front had a leather pouch that highlighted his erection and his balls. He was naked from the waist up. He was fitter than Charles expected. He didn’t have a drop of fat on his waist, his chest was hard and his arms muscular. He didn’t cover his face. Neither of them would. No one would dare accuse them of anything.

Charles put her to her knees. “Let me change first.” He went to the corner of the room where another pair of leather pants like William’s lay on the bench. He didn’t know where the idea of formfitting leather pants came from, but he suspected it was from William’s French friend. The French was so perverted. When he put them on, he knew why. It was as if his cock was caressed by the hand of a woman, soft and pleasing. The slightest movement made them slide across his cock as though he was in the constant state of being masturbated.

It was cold and damp where she was. She’d wished she dressed warmer, but she only expected to be outside for a short while. The slightest noise bounced off the walls with deep echoes. She couldn’t guess where she was, but there were two men in the room, but they walked softly in spite of the floor being rock. She was confused and apprehensive, but she found herself not overly concerned although that would’ve been the most obvious reaction. After all, she was bound in a strange place, but that was the strange part. She felt some excitement at being bound. How could that be?

It was a strange table. It had so many pieces put together with iron brackets and iron slides that Charles couldn’t figure out what each one would do. It was made out of cherry wood and was cut and assembled as though it was a piece of fine furniture, finished to a high polish. There was no doubt of its purpose, because no piece of fine furniture he’d ever saw had so many black leather straps and shiny buckles. They were all over it and had only one purpose, to trap a body. His eyes were drawn to Hannah, sitting on the floor, bound, blindfolded and gagged. She looked so defenseless. He stared at her breasts as they heaved sensuously, but she made no attempt to get away. She sat there passively.

“I’m going to untie you, but don’t struggle if you know what’s good for you,” William warned her in a gruff voice. He pulled her up, went behind her and pushed against her first before he untied her. He felt her fingers move as soon as his cock touched them. He pressed harder.

Someone was behind her. He moved against her and touched her bound hands. She didn’t dare move, but she felt something against her hands. It was big and hard and it moved. She tried to move her hands away, but that only made it move violently. It was only when he moved away did she realize what it was. How could I be so naïve? It had to be his prick. She felt hands loosen the ties that held her wrists. She felt relief when they were taken off, and then, hands were on her legs. They touched her naked calves as the ropes were taken off. She was freed, but she didn’t move a muscle. She was no match for two men, and she didn’t know where she was.

“Over here,” William ordered her.

He sounded like a refined gentlemen. She felt something against the back of her leg, some sort of wooden furniture. She reached out as she was pushed back, the wood pressed up against her legs to keep them from moving, but she balanced precariously backward. A hand cradled her back, and she was slowly lowered down until she sat down. It was hard and uncomfortable, but she didn’t move.

“Lie back.” William pushed her backward at the same time he said it. She wobbled but she didn’t resist. She soon lay flat on the table. Charles grabbed her legs and put them on the table. William went to her head and pulled her arms straight out above her head. He began to secure her each of her wrists in leather straps. The leather barely bent it was so new. It didn’t take long before her arms were pinned to the table above her head.

It was disconcerting when her arms were bound and more so when they bound her legs. This time, they weren’t together but parted, but parted only slightly. Her body was stretched out. She could feel the top of her dress pull down from the position, and she knew her cleavage was revealed more vividly now. She still didn’t know why they did this, but her trepidation increased when she’d felt his prick against her hands. But, why me?

It was time to take off the blindfold and gag, but William closed the cell door and the opening. There was no one that could hear even the loudest shriek, but it made it more ominous to be in a sealed room.

She could barely see when the blindfold was taken off until her eyes grew accustom to the light. She was in a dank cellar with torches that lit it. The light danced across the stone walls. There were two men standing over her. Both of them were half naked, and the pants they wore were obscene. She drew her eyes away from them but not before she saw the bulges that stood out lewdly. It must’ve been what she’d felt. The men were older but fit and muscular. She thought she recognized one of them, but she couldn’t place where. Maybe it was one of the many workmen that had been at her house.

“I’m going to take the gag out, but not a word out of your mouth unless we ask you a question. Otherwise, it goes back in, and it’ll go deeper until you choke on it.” He didn’t want to hear words from her mouth, only pleasure when he decides to use it later. He pulled the rag out, and her lips trembled, but not a murmur came from her mouth.

She had so many questions she wanted answered, but the two men looked menacing. Now, she feared they’d molest her. She’d never seen men so big and hard before. She didn’t know a man’s prick could be that big. She was bound to some strange device, and she was helpless. One of the men came to her head and knelt down near her. Then, she saw it in his hand. It was a large knife, and the sharp edge glistened in the flickering flames of the torches.

William adjusted the table. There was a crank underneath that he turned. It pushed a raised block of wood against the small of her back. He continued to turn the crank as her back was forced to arch upward. Her breasts began to push out until he had them jut out provocatively. Now, Charles could go to work on her.

“Hold still. I wouldn’t want to cut you,” Charles warned her, but he slid the sharp blade of the knife between her full cleavage. He sliced it back and forth, although he never cut flesh.

The cold steel of the knife shocked her as it pressed against her warm flesh. He pushed it between her breasts, and she feared that she’d be exposed. She didn’t know which was worse, getting cut by the blade or having her breasts exposed to these two men. No man had ever touched them or seen them naked. Her breasts were pushed up so high that she could see everything. The blade slipped into her dress, and when it drew back out, the knife sliced through her dress as though it was paper. He worked with such skill. When he finished, he peeled back both halves of her dress back and her breasts were freed. He didn’t pull the knife away, pushing in between her breasts as his hands folded her breasts around it. It was shameful to feel a man’s hand on her naked breasts, more so to have a knife pinned between them. He lifted up her breasts higher as though he tried to tear them from her chest. She bit her lip as she struggled to stay quiet.

William gave the crank a few more turns when Charles pulled the knife away. Her breasts rose up majestically, like twin peaks with snow on the tips. She had brown areolas that surrounded the pinkest nipples he ever saw. The tips already began to harden without as much as a touch.

Hannah could only watch as the man picked up a paintbrush. She felt the soft bristles run over her breasts, but she feared it as it moved to her nipples. She couldn’t do anything as the brush slowly ran around her nipple, touching the areola with the softest of touch, but it was her nipples that rose up without being touched. It was as if her nipple anticipated and sought out the brush. She struggled to hold back the gasp when the brush began to caress her nipple with a circular touch. Not even her fingers had felt that good. Her nipple swelled up as the brush whipped back and forth over it.

Charles picked up another brush and went to work on her other breast. This brush was horsehairs. He outlined her areola until he saw goose bumps on it, then he swiped the brush across the very tip of her nipple. She couldn’t contain her gasp when he did that.

She anticipated the soft touch, but when the brush touched her nipple, it felt so rough. It ran over the tip where it was the most sensitive. “AAAAHHH!” Hannah didn’t know whether it felt good or bad, but either way, it tingled all the way down to the depths of her breast and her nipple swelled just as the other one did. Her nipples didn’t care whether it was soft or harsh. It sought out a touch. Her nipples were stroked with the brush until they ached.

William helped Charles out. While he provoked her nipples with the paintbrush, Charles dangled a small noose of fine string over her nipple. It was an easy target, and as soon as the noose slipped around it, his fingers pushed it all the way to the base, and then, he tightened the noose. He began to pull up on the string, and her breast was pulled up by the nipple, but her pretty pink nipple was bent harshly by the string. He continued to pull up until her coned breast rode up high and her nipple was stretched over an inch long, the end of it gnarled from the embrace of the noose.

She shivered when she felt a finger touch her nipple, but it was the string that took her breath away. Her nipple was trapped so tight that all the blood was imprisoned in the very tip. She could feel the blood pound in her nipple. When he yanked on it, her nipple was forced to stretch and the noose tightened. She thought her nipple would explode. Her breast was misshaped as her nipple elongated. He didn’t stop until he tied it above.

William moved out of the way when Charles got her nipple bound tight. She couldn’t move or she’d tear her nipple off. Charles went back to her other breast with its hard nipple but untouched. “I’m going to suck and bite this one, Hannah,” he teased her.

She bit her lip when his head dipped down. She lost track of his face for a second, but then, fingers grasped her nipple at the base and squeezed it. Her nipple swelled up and made it an easy target. She could feel hot breath and then wet lips encased her nipple. As soon as he had a good grip on it, she felt the powerful suction draw it in his mouth. It was just as if a noose had trapped it and yanked it. Her nipple stretched, but it grew worse when his tongue began to slap at it. She never felt anything like it before. It was as if he tried to eat her breast and nipple. Not only did he lick and suck her nipple, but he also bit it. His sharp teeth dug into the bottom of her nipple to trap it in its deadly grip, then his tongue lashed out across the swollen and sensitive tip. Her body froze, and she feared that he’d bite her nipple from her chest. The other man began to slap at the drawn string that trapped her other nipple, making it dance and jerk painfully. Her body didn’t know what to do or expect. The two men took her from pain to pleasure in seconds, but her body was always on edge.

Charles finally released her nipple, but then, he put another noose around it and tied it up like the other. Both of her nipples were stretched out and gnarled by the sharp bite of the string.

“Let’s see what else we have,” William was eager to have his fun now. He picked up the knife. “Hold still, Hannah, so I can get the rest of your clothes off.” He almost giggled with delight when he saw the look of terror in her eyes.

She spit out the words before she thought. “No, don’t take the rest of my clothes off. I’m a virgin.” She panicked at being naked in front of the two men. She saw what they did to her breasts and feared for the safety of her virgin pussy.

As much as William warned her about saying anything, he wasn’t disappointed. She went longer than he’d expected. It would make what he was about to do more enjoyable with her protests. William was skilled with the knife, and he sliced the dress with haste. He’d soon free his cock of the tight confines of the leather pants, but for now, it felt like a soft hand gripped his cock possessively.

Her dress was ripped to shreds and tossed away. She felt the blade touch her naked leg as he sliced through the material like butter. He started at her feet and worked upward, her dress grew shorter with each pass of the knife. It didn’t take long before he was at her waist and the last of the garment was on the floor. She sucked in her gut when the tip of the knife went beneath the waistband of her undergarment. She could feel the tip of it get caught in her fine pubic hairs. He pulled up with the knife, and her undergarment strained for the briefest of seconds and then split apart. She could feel the knife come so close to her flesh, and then, her undergarment was thrown up into the air like a celebration before it fell to the floor, nothing but strips of fine white fabric. She was completely naked, and the two men stared down at her body. She saw the bulges in their pants stick out like spears in their perverted excitement. Her nipples still throbbed, but she also felt a shameful wetness between her legs. It started when they touched her breasts and not even having her nipples tied could stop it. When her clothes were completely stripped from her body, it didn’t diminish the wetness, it increased it. She was ashamed of herself. How could I grow excited as I’m stripped naked?

Hannah was surprised when he unbuckled the leather straps on her ankles. She immediately closed her legs. Was that all they’d do to me?

He didn’t want her legs bound now, for he’d put them in various positions in order to suit his pleasure. All he needed was for her to obey. He pushed the tip of the knife into one of her thighs. “Spread your legs.” The tip pushed in the slightest bit, and he saw the red spot of blood and heard her startled cry.

The knife was like a pinprick, but there was more blade if she didn’t obey. She began to part her legs, slowly at first, but the knife was always there to encourage her to spread her legs wider. It was a cat-and-mouse game, a prick on her thigh, her legs would nudge apart and then another prick and it would start all over again. He didn’t stop until her legs touched the two sides of the bench she was on. They spread wide, and she could feel her pussy lips opened up the slightest bit. One man stood near her head, and the other was between her legs.

Her brown hair was fine and sprinkled across her pussy. She was a virgin. He could tell without entering her, for her lips were tight together in spite of the spread of her legs. “Relax as there is nothing you can do to stop me.”

She felt a man’s rough hands along her mound. They pushed harshly into her pubic hairs, and she felt a few hairs plucked out by his harshness. The fingers grazed along her slit, but then, two fingers parted her lips. She could feel the cold air in the room blow between her lips against her heated pussy. He began to stroke her slit, first the outside of her lips, then he explored her inner lips.

She had such hot and wet inner lips. His fingers slid easily over her moisture as he rode up and down. The more he stroked, the wetter she became. His finger slid down, and he found her virgin hole. He pushed in the slightest bit until he felt her hymen block his path. He’d get rid of that soon enough. As much as he loved to fuck a virgin hole, he hated to get his cock wet with virgin blood. It was so messy. He teased at the tight muscles of her hole, and then, his fingers went back up her slit to find her clit. He pushed her lips back wide, and then, he saw it. He pushed two fingers around the base, and he squeezed together. Her clit began to swell up and appear. “Your pleasure button grows hard, Hannah.” He began to rub one finger over the very tip to tease it out of hiding and make it grow big and hard like her nipples. He stroked her clit rhythmically with one finger, rubbing around the tip of it where it was the most sensitive.

Hannah had found her pleasure button years ago, and she discovered the pleasure of private masturbation, but this was nothing like that. She was naked in front of two strange men, bound to a strange device, forced to spread her legs, and now, her pussy was being masturbated while they watched her. She should be red in humiliation, but she forgot all about that. All she could think about was how good it felt. Not like when she did it, with him she never knew what he’d do next. It was that anticipation that sent her pleasure spiraling. She felt it build up between her legs. Each second was better than the last one. It wouldn’t be long. She was ready to beg him to finish her off. She needed to release the pent-up pleasure in her body. Then he stopped. His hand deserted her. She looks at him with disappointment etched in her face.

He slapped her thigh, and her knees bent as she spread her legs wider, almost lewdly. “Do you want more, Hannah?”

Her lips trembled before she can get the words out. “Yes.” He began again. Her pleasure button was more sensitive, and it responded instantly to his touch. But he pinched her button, and her hips jerked up, startled by the unexpectedly harsh touch. He rubbed her button, and the pleasure began to build quicker. She squeezed her pussy muscles as though she clenched on a man’s prick inside her. The pleasure built in her body once again, and she was on the verge of cumming. Then he stopped. Her hips moved as they sought out his touch, but he moved his hands away to leave her unfulfilled.

This time, he didn’t slap her thigh, but he hit her pussy fully with the flat on his hand. The sound rang out in the room as his palm connected with the wet lips of her pussy. She could feel it swell up, but she kept her legs spread as though she sought out another slap. She didn’t know why. It should be shameful to be hit in such an intimate place, but her pussy was soaking wet with desire.

William went back to work on her again. He’d teach her pleasure but also denial. He’d control her pleasure. He began to stroke her again, and her clit was swollen just as her nipples were. Her hips moved urgently to reach her pleasure, but he always held back the slightest bit. He knew when she was ready to spill over the edge.

She grew closer to her orgasm, but he stopped again just as she was about to explode. She cried out in frustration. “Please, make me cum,” she begged. She never expected to say that to a man, never mind a stranger that bound and took her.

“Soon, Hannah.”

She watched as his hands resumed the gentle touch on her pleasure button. She’d determined that it would be this time. She put all her focus on the feeling of his hands on her naked body. Her pussy began to spasm in pleasure as he worked over her button with such determination and skill. Her arms are bound, yet she pulled on them. It gave her a feeling of helplessness to be bound in such a way. Her knees bowed out wider, and she drew her leg up higher. That spread her pussy out for him to plunder with his hands. His finger rubbed her harder, as if he tried to torture her, but the little pain she felt was good, anything to get her pleasure. She wouldn’t even mind if he spanked her pussy again and hoped he might. She knew it would make her cum instantly.

Charlie couldn’t believe the way William mastered her until she was a helpless slave that begged for pleasure. That was quite a feat to get that response from a virgin.

“Cum for me, Hannah. Show us your pleasure.”

He didn’t just rub her button, but his finger slapped at it twice, and then, his fingernail ripped across the very tip where it was the most sensitive. She cried out so loud that the men thought she was dying of pain, not pleasure.

She exploded like she never did before. If she had masturbated herself, she would’ve clenched her thighs together and trapped her hand as she came, but the man kept up the pleasurable torment of her button. She couldn’t control herself, her body jerked and every muscle in her pussy went into spasms. She flooded his hand with her juices, but she didn’t care as she went from plateau to plateau, her orgasm always driving higher. It was so long before she could control her body all while his finger kept rubbing her button. Finally, he stopped.

“You came nicely, Hannah.” He saw her turn red in shame when he licked his wet fingers. “And you taste good. I’ll enjoy that later.”





CHAPTER 10


Complete Surrender



William would explore her more fully and intimately but he’d also get rid of her pesky hymen. She was more relaxed now that she came. Her legs were still spread wide and her pussy glistened from her juices. He’d tie her legs this time. “Relax your legs and let me have my way with them,” William warned her. She obeyed. He slid the large beam of wood up higher. He placed one of her ankles in the leather cuff at one end and secured it. He yanked her other leg to the other side and secured it before she knew what happened. The beam moved along the iron slide until her knees bent, and her body began to roll in two. He didn’t stop until her ass left the table. She was open from pussy to ass hole with her body bent in half.

She was spread obscenely, and the man stared from between her legs. Everything she had was vividly displayed. As much as she clenched her muscles, it did little to hide anything. Her buttocks were parted wide, and she could feel the cool air blow on her exposed anus. When she clenched her buttock muscles, the muscles in her anus went into uncontrollable spasms. If she thought this was bad, it grew worse. The man near her head began to take off his pants. She turned her head away to not see him expose himself to her.

As much as Charles loved the feel of the leather against his cock, it was good to set it free. It took a bit of trouble to get the leather pants down off his skin. It peeled off like a second skin as it stuck to his damp flesh. He tossed them aside as he stroked his cock. He stared at Hannah as he did it. She’d turned away from him, but she wouldn’t be able to ignore his cock for long.

She could hear him take off his pants, and then, he knelt next to her. She didn’t dare turn her head or open her eyes. She felt the strings on her nipples move. She didn’t know whether he was tightening them or loosening them. “AAAAHHH!” It shocked her in spite of instantly knowing what it was. It felt so hot when it touched her cheek. It moved along, bouncing back and forth on her cheek as if it couldn’t stay still. She never felt anything like it before. It had to be his naked prick. She felt the string on one of her nipples released, although the noose still bound it tight in its embrace. He moved to the other one, and his prick slid over her cheek. She also felt wiry hairs prick her skin. She clenched her eyes tighter, refusing to come face to face with his prick. She felt relief when the other string was loosened. The pull on her nipples were no longer extreme, although the tips of her nipples were swollen with trapped blood by the noose.

Her pink nipples were a dark red. Charles’ finger began to tease the swollen tips, making sure that he rode his nail over the sensitive end. She couldn’t escape as he teased over the flesh. He saw her bite her lip when he squeezed each one. He released them so his hands could work elsewhere.

A hand went to her chin and held her securely. He turned her head to face him, but she kept her eyes closed. She felt it again. His prick bounced on her face so violently, banging her nose and then landing on her clenched lips. The minute it touched her lips, it bounced again. He had no control over it, but she couldn’t do anything when he held her head submissively as his prick rubbed her face indiscriminately.

He watched as his cock came alive as it rubbed her face. He leaked out drops, and he used his hand to rub the head of his cock on her cheek and then her clenched lips. He painted them as he rubbed the shaft of his cock to extract more drops. He saw her tighten her lips, but she couldn’t stop him from getting them wet. He feared he’d cum too soon and not in her mouth.

She felt the hot liquid on her lips, staining them with what could only be his cum. She didn’t dare move her lips or else she’d be forced to taste his cum. She knew that it wouldn’t be a taste that she’d relish in her mouth. Hands began to run over her buttocks. She clenched her cheeks immediately but was rewarded with a sharp slap on her buttock and then another on the other cheek. It burned where he’d hit her.

He loved the sound of his hand spanking her. Even though she surrendered and relaxed her cheeks, he continued to spank her a half-dozen times until her white flesh turned a pretty pink. He wanted complete obedience from her.

The hand returned to fondle her buttocks while the prick continued to rub on her face. She was ashamed when wiry hairs rubbed on her chin and something heavy and hot rubbed her flesh. She didn’t even want to consider the fact that it was his testicles. How could he do such a thing to me? Then, his prick was back to replace it. She could feel his juices dry on her lips. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep them clenched shut. She struggled to fill her lungs through her nostrils. She tried to ignore his prick on her face and concentrate on the fingers that began to run down her slit once again. He made her cum once already, but it felt like an eternity since then, especially when his finger rode up and down her slit. He didn’t ignore her pleasure button, and it soon grew hard and aroused with such ease. Her slit grew wetter the more he rubbed her.

William gathered up her juices with his finger, and there was plentiful wetness. He saw Charles rub his cock on her face. He no longer held her face, but she didn’t turn away although her lips were still clenched tight. His finger journeyed down her slit. He paused at the entrance of her virgin pussy, but then, he moved down over her perineum and up her crack. With her legs spread wide, her crack was barely pronounced. His eyes and finger sought out the tiny star that lay nestled in her white cheeks. His finger found the tight knot of muscles and paused on it for the slightest of seconds. He’d watched the hole go into spasms when she clenched her cheeks.

She didn’t understand why his finger ran so far up her backside, but it was back to her pussy. Her lips encased his finger as the pleasure began to build between her legs. Her crotch ached from the wide spread of her legs, but it wasn’t pain or shame she felt. She grew wetter from being bound and exposed so lewdly. The finger ran over her pleasure button and then slid back down and up her backside. It stopped on her anus each time. She couldn’t control the spasms as his fingertip rubbed her in such a dirty place. But as soon as she thought it was strange, it was gone to go back to her pussy.

William had her relaxed and unprepared. His finger slid back down, and this time, when it got to her virgin pussy, he pushed his finger inside. He found her hymen, but he didn’t stop. He felt it stretch but he wouldn’t relent. He pushed harder, and then, his finger tore through her innocence with such ease. He heard her cry as her pussy muscles gripped his finger, and he felt the wetness of her virginal blood.

“OOOOOWWW!” His finger entered her and ripped apart her innocence with painful consequences. His finger moved inside her once-virgin hole, sliding easily on her blood. Her scream brought other consequences. When she cried out, her mouth opened. The man was ready, and she found her lips breached by his prick. His hand held her head so she couldn’t move to escape the dreaded impalement by his prick. Her lips were molded around the head of his prick. Her eyes opened wide, and she came face to face with a man’s prick and the end of it was in her mouth. She’d lost the innocence of her mouth and pussy in one fell swoop. Not only was her mouth breached by his prick, but he’d also leaked onto her tongue. Her mouth filled with spit, but it barely mixed together. The thick, salty cum that leaked fouled her tongue and mouth. She felt him stroke the shaft of his prick, and the head moved in her mouth. More of his juices leaked out. At the same time, a finger began to explore her once-virgin pussy. It touched her in places that had never been touched before. It didn’t hurt, but it was shameful that he explored her so intimately.

“Such a hot, sweet mouth, Hannah.” Charles didn’t fuck her mouth. He took his time, letting her savor his cock before he’d teach her the finer aspects of sucking his cock.

William pulled his finger out of her pussy, and he had a warm washcloth ready. He cleaned his finger first before he wiped the pink blood from her pussy. He forced the washcloth inside her pussy and wiped the last vestige of her innocence. His finger returned, pushing inside her pussy. He felt her muscles tighten up as he pushed in deeper, eager to open her up for his cock. She was hot and tight, and it would feel good to have his cock inside her. He twisted his finger in and out to impale her, but then, he used two fingers. They passed inside her, and he opened her wider.

The prick in her mouth pushed in deeper. Her lips had to open wide to take all of it inside. The head was smooth as it passed through her lips, and she tried to move her tongue out of the way but she accidently touched it and it jerked up so violently that it hit the roof of her mouth before it bounced back down. By the time it was back on her tongue, her lips were sealed around the big head and he’d jetted a thick crème into her mouth. It was much more than a drop. It coated her tongue in a thick blanket of hot crème. She not only tasted the salty crème, but she could smell it. Her mouth was filled with his prick and the foul taste of his cum.

William pulled his fingers out of her pussy, slick with her juices. He slid his finger back up her crack and settled onto her anus. He began to circle it with his fingertip, applying more pressure as he pushed into the center of the tiny star of her anus. He got a mumbled cry of protest from her, but Charles had done a good job of stuffing her mouth with his cock.

Whatever drove her to cry out only brought Charles so much pleasure. It was as if she hummed on his cock. Her tongue fluttered with such pleasure for him. He tapped her cheek. “I want to feel your tongue on my cock or else I’ll drive it straight down your throat.”

She was being drawn into two distasteful acts. He demanded her to lick his prick as though she enjoyed the task and the taste of his leaking cum. There was a finger on her backside that refused to leave. She didn’t know why he did that. It was such a dirty place, but his finger was insistent and he was having success. She felt the strange way her anal ring began to open up under the constant pressure of his finger. It didn’t hurt as much as it was humiliating to be probed in such a place. There was no way her muscles could keep his finger out. It was difficult for her to concentrate on two distasteful acts, yet her tongue began to move even if it only moved the slightest bit. She tried to relax her muscles in her backside, but it was impossible. She couldn’t resolve to the fact that his finger pushed up her backside. Why would he touch me there when he hasn’t put his prick inside my once-virgin pussy?

“Yes, more, Hannah. Run your tongue over the tip of my cock.” He felt her respond, and soon, he had the pleasure of her tongue running over the head of his cock. Her tongue moved hesitantly, but the longer she did it, the more she gained experience and confidence. It was only broken by sharp cries from her blocked mouth when William did something not to her liking, but she soon went back to the task of licking his cock. He began to feed more of his cock into her willing mouth.

It shocked her when his finger plunged through her anal ring with such suddenness. Her ring stretched slowly, then all of a sudden, his finger breached her and she felt the humiliating touch as a finger plunged through her sphincter and into her rectum. It moved like a snake, pushing against her muscles as her anal ring stretched around his digit. “MMMBLLUMMBB,” she gurgled her protest but more of the prick was pushed into her mouth, and it went in too far. It was as though the prick in her mouth and the finger in her backside were trying to meet in some secret place in her body.

Her ass muscles squeezed his finger so tightly, and the thought of what it would do to his cock delighted him. He reached down to open his pants and snake his cock out. He stroked it as he fingered her ass hole. He opened her up with one finger but made her groan when he pushed two fingers through her reluctant anal ring. He twisted them as he plunged in deeper.

Her backside was stretched wide by his fingers. She didn’t know how many, but she was sure that there was at least three or four. Why did he do this? The prick in her mouth began to move in and out. She could feel the bumps and ridges on the shaft as they passed through her lips. More of his juices fouled her mouth. She suddenly felt relief when the fingers deserted her backside. He began to rub her pleasure button once again. It was strange because it still felt like her backside was filled with fingers as her anal ring slowly began to close. She concentrated on getting back the pleasure of his finger on her button. The prick in her mouth moved, and her tongue continued to lick it from the smooth head to the wrinkled and bumpy skin on the shaft. It moved in and out her lips, and she felt the thick ridge on the head pass over her soft lips.

William lowered the beam that held her legs until she was prone on the table. Then, he lifted out the center section beneath her ass. The rest of the table kept her from slipping down, but with the wide spread of her legs, her cheeks were parted and she was vulnerable from below. There was enough play in her body so she could rise up without any trouble. He nodded to Charles as he readied the device beneath her. This was a special device given to him by Pierre. It was a favorite of the Marquis de Sade. The stand was bolted to the floor beneath the table to keep it from tipping over. On it was a slim rod, but it had seven rings around it, each one protruded out from the rod at different intervals. The top of it had a bulbous head. It was slick with oil, but it wouldn’t be a gentle penetration. Each of the ridges would stretch her anal ring and would push aside the elastic walls inside her with irregularity. There was a pedal beneath the stand that would drive the rod up based on the amount of pressure applied. It had a large spring that would push it back down quickly.

Charles knew enough to pull his cock out of her mouth at this crucial time. He’d hate to have his cock bit by her scream.

Had they finished with me? All of a sudden, they deserted her mouth, pussy and backside. Then, she felt it. Something nudged her backside, but it wasn’t his finger and not his prick. He stood over her with a smirk on his face. It felt hard and slick. It pushed against her anus but didn’t back away, pausing to scare her of its intentions.

William pushed down on the pedal just enough until it began to breach her ass hole. He saw the hesitant look on her face. When he saw her relax, he pushed harder on the pedal.

Her body was shoved up into the air at least a couple of inches as something impaled her backside. It was hard and relentless and far from being smooth. Her anal ring was sent into spasms as thick ridges drove through and her ring clasped tight around the shaft, only for another ridge to spread her open once again.

William was waiting, and as soon as her crotch rose up high, he slapped her pussy. It drove her back down, and she was forced to take another inch or two up her ass before he released the pedal and her body slumped back down. He only let her rest for a minute before he hit the pedal again, this time harder.

“OOOWWWW!” Her crotch rose up as she was impaled deeper. Her anal ring was stretched, and her insides cramped around whatever was shoved unmercifully up her backside. It pushed in deeper, and her crotch rose high up in the air. She wasn’t sure, but she expected he’d slap her pussy again. She didn’t have to wait long for an answer. His large palm hit her squarely on her pussy with a resounding smack that echoed off the walls, but he didn’t pull his hand away. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her pussy, but it was one finger that pushed between her pussy lips and ran over her pleasure button that caught her attention. His hand moved away, and she felt whatever was in her backside pull back but not before it sent her muscles in revolt by the uneven bumps on it.

Each time she was forced to rise up higher as she was breached with deeper thrusts. It was as if it was a fake prick that was pushed up her backside, but it wasn’t smooth or flesh. It had thick ridges and was as hard as wood. Each time she was breached, she was rewarded with a slap on her pussy but also a clench of his strong fingers as the soft folds of her pussy, but it was the finger that sought out her pleasure button that gave it all purpose. It was as if the rod was a foot long, and each time, it breached her fully. Hannah’s crotch rose up so high that her arms and legs stretched in the tight straps. Her crotch was shoved up at least a foot each time.

Charles could see that she grew accustom to it, and William’s slaps of her pussy rang out with the increasing wetness of her juices. He looked down at her face and saw the pleasure in her eyes. He didn’t know how William made an innocent virgin seek out such depraved pleasure, but he wasn’t about to let it go to waste. “Open your mouth real wide, so I can stick my cock in it. You’re going to suck me off,” he ordered her. It still surprised him when her pink lips parted and she opened her mouth as if she was some street whore. He pressed the head of his cock into her mouth, and her lips instantly closed and sealed it inside. He didn’t have to tell her to move her tongue, she did it on her own.

She couldn’t understand how she now had her backside continually penetrated, her pussy spanked and she sucked his prick. She wasn’t sure what she had to do to suck his cock, but with her lips tight around the shaft and her tongue moving all over his prick, she was rewarded with more drops of his cum. That was a good sign that she was doing a good job. He began to feed more of his prick in her mouth until it banged against the back of her mouth and pushed into her throat. He was too big to enter her throat, so he backed off, but he never pulled his prick from her mouth.

“When I cum in your mouth, you’ll swallow every drop of it before you’re done,” Charles warned her. He wanted her complete submission and his ultimate pleasure. His wife would never suck his cock or drink his cum. Hannah didn’t have that option. She’d do what they told her to.

She didn’t know what triggered it. Was it him telling me that I’d have to drink his cum? Or was it my pussy being spanked? Could it be having something shoved up my backside? She never contemplated such things when she was a virgin, but then again, she was never bound and stripped naked by two men before. All she knew was that her body exploded, and just as she did, he shot off in her mouth. She choked and gagged on the profuse cum that filled her mouth, but he continued to drive his prick deep into her mouth and it was as if his prick was a battering ram that drove his thick crème down her gullet. She gulped and gurgled on his prick, but it was the hand that continued to spank and clench on her pussy that drove her lust and the orgasm that raced through her body. The two men drove her to the brink of exhaustion before they stopped. The shaft slid from her backside, but the prick didn’t leave her mouth until her tongue had gathered up the last of the cum on it. Her orgasm left her body drained, but she saw the man in front of her. His prick was out and it was hard and big. He didn’t get his pleasure, and she expected it would be her pussy that would receive his prick. She hoped that he’d give her a couple of minutes to recover.

William’s balls ached from denial. He’d made Hannah cum twice, but he got nothing yet. He untied her from the table. He brought her over to another table, this one padded. “Get on your hands and knees, Hannah.”

Hannah had a chance to stretch, but it was short-lived. She saw the way his prick stood out so far and was rock hard. This is what would be inside her soon enough. She didn’t know whether to fear it or anticipate it, but she’d have little chance to decide. She crawled onto the table and did as he said, but she kept her thighs clenched together. She didn’t expect to be tied once again, but these men never did anything that she expected. Ropes were tied at her ankles. She expected her legs to be spread, but they tied more rope just beneath her knees. Her legs were tied tightly together. She wondered if he’d stick his prick in her pussy. The only thing open was her mouth. Will I have to suck his prick and drink his cum? Her wrists were bound next, tied tightly together.

William could’ve used her mouth to get his cock wet, but he oiled it instead. He also oiled his fingers. He slapped her ass a couple of times to get it red and tender. “Stick your ass up in the air higher, Hannah. Open up for me.” He gave her another slap to enforce her obedience.

It was humiliating to have to push her backside up. She could feel the way her pussy and anus pushed back, and it felt as though both holes flourished open as if to welcome his prick. Demanding hands went to her naked hips as his strong fingers dug into her flesh. He rolled her hips up higher as if it was never enough. Then, she felt his hot, hard prick rub on her buttocks. It rubbed uncontrollably, jumping up and down from the slightest touch on her skin.

He gripped his cock by the shaft to control it and moved it until the head rubbed between her legs. His well-oiled cock slid with ease on her wet flesh. She might have cum twice, but that didn’t stop her juices from continuing to flow with the slightest touch on her once-virgin pussy. He teased her by placing the bulbous head of his cock on her anus. He could feel her anal muscles spasm in defense. It felt good to him.

Not there, she cried out silently to herself. The fake shaft was bad enough with its thick ridges, but his prick was twice the size and hard as a rock. She feared he’d tear her if he put it in such a place. If she had to take his prick, at least have him place it in a hole that was destined for it. She felt relief when the prick slid down and nestled against the opening of her pussy. The head was big and her muscles fought as it tried to push in, but she was no match for his slick and demanding prick. She felt it push harder as his hands dug into her flanks. It felt like he was shoving a rock inside her, beating her muscles in submission. It slowly began to enter her. It hurt at first as it began to fill her. He pushed in an inch or so, but then, he drew it back out, but he never pulled completely out. He pushed back in, harder and deeper. Her insides stretched to accept the thick head. She never felt anything like it before. Inch by inch, his prick took her and forced her once-virgin pussy to accept it. He began to take her faster and deeper. She forgot all about the pain and concentrated on the way it felt inside her. She could feel the thick ridge run up and down her pussy, teasing at it. When it pulled out, it rubbed her the opposite way. She felt his hips move urgently, and then, she heard and felt his testicles slap against her from behind as the head of his cock banged hard and deep inside of her. It smashed into her cervix.

He watched as her pussy swallowed up inch after inch of his cock. Her tight hole rippled along the shaft, but it was her inner muscles that fought him off that gave him so much pleasure. He wouldn’t last much longer. It was as though she tried to wring the cum from his cock. He reached under her to find her clit. He didn’t rub it slowly or sensuously. He pinched it, but first, he placed his finger on her anus. Then, he squeezed her clit. Her ass rose up high to escape his powerful grip on her sensitive clit, but she only succeeded in shoving his cock hard and deep in her pussy and his wet finger pierced her anus. It dug in deep before she tried to pull away. It was too late, William unwilling to pull his finger out. He began to pinch her clit and make her body dance on his cock and finger.

She tried to shake her hips from side to side to escape the finger that was shoved up her backside but to no avail. His fingers attacked her pleasure button. That was the only way she could describe the way he pinched it so hard that it squeezed all the blood to the tip until she thought it would explode. It drove her body back and forth, unable to escape the duel impalement. The finger in her backside wormed in deeper and pushed hard against the soft muscles in her rectum. The muscles clenched tight, and as they did, her pussy muscles did the same thing and squeezed his prick, sure that it was to the delight of the man inside her pussy. He rode her like this for long minutes. She soon began to welcome the pinching fingers as though it was the soft caress of a hand on her pleasure button.

William couldn’t hold out any longer. Her body bucked beneath him, and her ass and pussy squeezed his finger and cock with such pleasure. He shoved in deep, and his finger shoved in all the way until his knuckles beat hard on her anus. He blasted her pussy for the first time with the cum of a man. Her insides reacted and squeezed his cock to draw a second jet of cum.

She felt it blast her insides. It was so powerful and hot. She never expected that she’d feel it so much when he came inside her. She clenched on his prick as his finger drove another orgasm from her body. How could he do this to me so easily? He made her cum like a trained animal in spite of tying her up and taking all her virgin holes. Not even the finger shoved up her backside could do anything to diminish the pleasure that raced through her body. Now, she knew what it felt like to have her pleasure at the same time a man did with her.

William must have cum in her five times before she rang the last drop of cum from his balls. He never felt such relief. Even as he pulled his cock out of her pussy, her muscles continued to squeeze his cock. He saw his white cum drip from her pussy, her pussy lips pink from being fucked so hard. He kept his finger in her ass a bit longer. She continued to squeeze his finger even after her orgasm left her. He nodded to Charles. He’d be the first to find pleasure in her virgin ass.

“Open your mouth, Hannah.” Charles tilted her head up until she came face to face with his cock.

She just finished getting fucked, and now, the other man stuck his hard prick in front of her face and she was expected to take him in her mouth as though it was the most natural thing to do. His prick already glistened from when he stroked it and made it leak. She felt the smooth head nudge against her lips. Her mouth began to open, and he eagerly pushed the head into her mouth in haste. Her lips stretched around it to accept it. She hated that she had to submit, but she was still bound and unable to escape. Her tongue began to run over the smooth head, and the familiar taste of his cum filled her mouth once again. It was thick and salty. He drove with his hips, and more of his prick slid into her mouth. Her tongue became more eager in hopes of ending it soon.

Charles let her get his cock nice and wet before he pulled it out. She had a surprised look on her face as he deserted her mouth. He went behind her. She tried to turn her head to follow him, but bound the way she was, she had limited movement.

Charles saw her tiny anus. It glistened with oil and was pink and swollen from the fake cock and fingers, but it was still small and tight. He never fucked an ass hole, and he was beholden to William for the first time with Hannah. He pushed up against her ass cheeks. He couldn’t wait, gripping the shaft of his cock so it wouldn’t bend, and he placed the head over the tiny hole. He began to push. He could feel her anal ring begin to open up. It was nothing like a pussy. It was a tight band that slowly engulfed the head of his cock. He pushed, but he went slowly. It felt too good to hurry it.

“No, NO,” Hannah panicked when she felt his prick on her backside. It was too big. It was difficult enough to take the fake prick and fingers, but his prick was too thick and long. She couldn’t stop her ring from opening. It didn’t hurt, just humiliating as his prick slowly entered her. She feared that she wouldn’t stretch enough to accept his prick. It went on for long minutes, as if he tortured her with his prick. Just when she thought it would tear her, the head of his prick slipped through her sphincter and pushed hard against the muscles in her rectum. Her anal ring trapped the head just beneath the thick ridge. It wouldn’t go in or out.

“That feels so good, Hannah. Your ring is tight and your muscles ripple along the head of my cock like tiny fingers.” All the blood was pushed from the head of his cock by her tight ass hole. He began to press forward.

Her anal ring stretched along the shaft of his prick as he pushed deeper inside. She was humiliated to be taken like this. His prick burrowed into her backside like a reptile. It slithered in, moving in and then out but always pressing deeper. It began to fill her guts and churn them as it moved. Her anal ring pulled back and threatened to tear when he withdrew, but he knew just when it would break free. He’d push back in at the last moment to impale her with a powerful thrust. The withdrawal was almost as bad as the insertion. Her guts were drawn out by powerful suction as his thick prick filled her guts to the limit. As he drove inch after inch inside her, his prick hit bends in her guts that made her stomach cramp around it. She didn’t know what part of this shameful act was the worse. She got no pleasure from it.

Charles couldn’t take his eyes off his cock as it slid in an out of her ass hole. It was such a tiny hole before, but now, it opened up and slid over the shaft of his cock like a tight band of iron. When he went in deep, all of her muscles moved over his cock as if she had a hundred hands all intent on bringing him the most pleasure. He moved effortlessly, making her take the full measure of his cock until he was buried deep in the darkest depths of her bowels. He made his cock dance in her ass hole to stretch her in ways that she never felt before. Charles didn’t know if he ever wanted to leave this hot, tight hole. It was pure ecstasy.

He ripped his prick up and down her guts. He went in so deep that her insides cramped around his prick, but it only gave him pleasure to be in her tight grasp. She didn’t think this would ever end. He churned her guts with his constant thrusting.

William went in front of her. His cock regained some of its hardness after watching Charles fuck her ass hole. “Squeeze his cock with your ass and make him cum, Hannah.” He’d have his way with her ass next, maybe both of them at the same time.

She did as he ordered. It hurt worse when she squeezed him, but she felt him grow more excited, although that meant his prick got bigger. It stretched her inside, but it was the deep, powerful thrusts that set her ass from empty to full in seconds that bothered her the most. He was ruthless.

When she squeezed his cock, it made him more eager. His frenzied thrusting soon drove the cum from his balls as her ass hole rang the pleasure from his cock. He shoved in hard and deep when he felt the first stirrings. When he bottomed out, he stopped and unleashed a torrent of cum in her guts. He never felt anything like it. Her ass hole felt like it was a different shape than her pussy, and it rang every drop of pleasure from her. He pulled back and jetted once again on the withdrawal, but it made it easier to slip back in. It was as if it would never end. He lost count of how many times he came in her. When he was finished, his cock slid easily on her cum-soaked ass hole. He was spent, but her ass hole felt too good to pull it out. He savored her hot, tight hole and her gentle clenching of her muscles.

She still had the lump of his prick inside her ass, and he refused to move. It lost a lot of its hardness, but it was still substantial and uncomfortable in such a place. She tightened her muscles. She could feel the way his softening prick began to slide on her powerful contractions. At least it was being pushed out.

Even after he got his pleasure in her ass hole, it still felt good to be inside. The contractions of her muscles were so pleasurable. They nuzzled on his cock, squeezing and pushing it as they forced his cock to leave, but it was a slow, deliberate pleasure that he felt. It took long minutes, and his cock began to grow harder as it withdrew.

She panicked when his prick began to get hard once again. She couldn’t take it again. She pushed back harder, but as his prick neared the end, and she feared that if she pushed too hard, she’d have an accident. She snapped all her muscles tight the moment his prick slipped from her anus.

Her pucker snapped tight like a tight band when his cock left. That was an act that he’d love to repeat with her.

* * *

Hiram and Edith came home that night after spending an enjoyable evening together without anyone. It had been a while since that had happened before. In the morning, Hiram sent one of the servants to Isabella’s to get Hanna and bring her home for breakfast.

The servant came running into the house, out of breath. It took him a moment before he could get any words out. “She’s not there. She never showed up last night. They thought she changed her mind.”

Edith screamed in panic, but Hiram was more reserved, but it was for appearance sake only for Edith. “Let me go to the military. I have connections now. They’ll find her for me. Relax. I’m sure it’s nothing but a misunderstanding.” Hiram hurriedly dressed as his carriage was brought around. He kissed Edith goodbye and assured her once again.

It wasn’t far to the military headquarters. There were no longer any local police. The earl had abolished all of them, and his military took over their tasks. Hiram was sure that it was so that the police wouldn’t be able to join any type of armed rebellion and the military under his control would assure that nothing would be kept secret from his soldiers. There were so many troops around the cities now. When he pulled up to the headquarters, there were a hundred soldiers milling around.

He found the commander, and when he mentioned Charles name, he was ushered in immediately. “My daughter is missing. She was supposed to spend a night at a friend’s two houses down from mine, but she never showed up.”

The captain knew of the importance of the banker. “Have a seat, and I’ll get you some coffee. You might be here for a couple of hours. I’ll have my men go to work immediately on finding your daughter.” The captain knew where to start. This was becoming more frequent and was explainable. He went down the hallway to find Captain Perry. He was knowledgeable in these matters.

“Let me send out a messenger to see. I should get an answer back in two hours.” Jacob sent a messenger to the castle. He smiled when the messenger returned hours later. He walked down to the office where the man was.

He could tell exactly who the father was. He was the worried man in the office drinking coffee and smoking cigars one after another. He walked in without introducing himself. “Your daughter, Hanna, will be home by tomorrow. She is safe.”

“Where is she? I must see her.”

“She’s not available now, but she’ll be home tomorrow.” Jacob was more insistent this time.

“I insist on seeing her. Where is she?”

“That will not be possible. But, she is in good hands. The Earl of Hartford guarantees her safety.”

Hiram was shocked when the earl was mentioned. He’d heard rumors of such things, but he never expected it to be true or to involve his daughter. She’s a nineteen-year-old girl, a virgin he hoped. Did the earl ravish his daughter? He didn’t know what to say or do. He couldn’t offend the earl. His life would be worthless if he did that. What could he tell Edith to calm her? He couldn’t tell her the truth. He didn’t even want to believe that.

“Go home,” Jacob warned him. “She’ll be home tomorrow and everything will be okay.” He saw him stand up, but his lips trembled and his walk was unsure. He left to go home. There was nothing he could do. Just like the others that came through with the same story.

“She’ll be home tomorrow. She’s okay.” He saw the relief on Edith’s face at the news.

“Where is she? Have her come home now,” she demanded.

“She’ll tell you about her adventure tomorrow when she comes home.” Hiram hoped she had a credible story to tell. He didn’t know what it would be. “It’s okay,” but he would worry until tomorrow.

* * *

Hanna was in the dungeon for two days. She never knew that men could be that aroused that many times. And she never knew that there could be so many things done to her. She had three virgin holes—her mouth, her pussy and her backside. They’d taken all of them and more. The two of them started taking her at the same time. The most painful was when they took her backside and her pussy at the same time. They took her front and back, and it was as if one huge prick split her up the middle. They pounded in her as though she was a doll for them to have their pleasure with.

She was trained to open her mouth on command for whichever prick that wanted to enter it. She couldn’t believe that a prick could be shoved down her throat, but they did it. Her throat opened up when they made her gag and choke. They pushed their pricks down her throat and kept them there until they came. At least she didn’t have to taste the foul cum, but her belly gurgled with all the warm cum that settled in it.

* * *

Hannah introduced Mercy to her parents when she got home. “I’m sorry you were worried. I told you it was Mercy’s house I was going to and would spend two days with her. Her parents live a mile from here. They picked me up the other night and brought me home this morning. I thought you might want to meet Mercy, she’s my best friend from school.”

Hannah got away with it, and so did Mercy. Mercy found herself in the same predicament as Hanna. It wasn’t with the earl, but it was influential men that had power that took her. At least both of their secrets were safe, neither one wanted anyone to know what happened to them.





CHAPTER 11


New York City Falls Again



General Henry Ward was a capable leader of the New England Guard, and he increased the size of his army, all paid with taxes that his soldiers extracted from the people. It no longer required the mass movement of troops and show of power to collect the taxes. The people willingly, at least it looked that way, paid their taxes. It helped that the New England Colony prospered far more than the other two colonies. William was a better leader, and he chose a unique form of government. The other two colonies gave the people too many liberties and freedoms. It came back to haunt them, but it gave William something he wanted from the beginning.

Sir Samuel Hadley, leader of the Middle Colony had requested the troops from William, in spite of knowing the results. The former New York colony, mostly the city of New York, grew too restless for him to control. It began to spread to the other areas of the Middle Colony. His troops were incapable of stopping them. He knew he’d lose the city to William once his troops took it, but King George III was pushing him to do something.

The people of the city of New York hadn’t seen that many troops since the revolution was put down over a year and a half ago in the very same place. They weren’t the familiar troops that they’d learned to ignore and got away with. These were troops of the New England Colony. The Earl of Hartford ran his colony like a feudal kingdom, and he had absolute power over everything. The people weren’t well armed, nor did they have the leadership. There were many that conspired against them, and many of them were their own friends and businessmen.

William invited Jamie to his castle after the invasion and takeover of New York City. Jamie was instrumental to insure that the dockworkers didn’t take up arms against the soldiers. The working class was the most violent and unpredictable. Without the dockworkers, General Ward’s men took the city with barely a man lost. With a lack of leadership, few prisoners were taken. The troops on the streets made the people into sheep that followed their new ruler, The Earl of Hartford.

While William and his friends loved the unwilling women in the dungeon, there was a large selection of refined women that volunteered willingly, although they knew little of what would transpire in the depths of the castle. It was the danger and intrigue of being with the most powerful men in the colony that drove them to this desperate act.

“I want to thank you for your support in New York City, Jamie. Without your help, it would’ve been a more difficult task, although not impossible. Your workers will be given a raise immediately as a reward for their service to their earl and you. The former head of the workers has gone missing. I doubt that he’ll return, so I hope that you’ll take the opportunity to build your union bigger without having to deal with an alliance in New York City harbor.”

“Eah, I noticed leadership gone. With the harbor there, all of your ports will thrive. Naturally, those businesses from the New England Colony will receive favorable rates and those of the Middle Colony will pay more. I suspect your greed will lead you more into the Middle Colony in the future. New Jersey ports would be a welcome addition, and I’ll do everything to undermine their leadership now.”

“You know me well, Jamie. Might I show you the castle? It’s grown since you’ve seen it last.”

“Eah, but my interest lay in the dungeon. I’ve heard bad things of it, and I hope they’re true.”

“Let’s meet some of the other guests, most of them you know, and then, we can proceed downstairs. I have some lovely female guest down there that’ll provide suitable satisfaction to all.”

“I hope they’re stout. I tend to take my women hard.”

“Restrained, they’ll have little chance to do anything but voice their opposition. But, they are refined women that I’m sure you’ll enjoy teaching them a lesson.”

Lewis joined William and Jamie. It had been a while since he saw the dungeon. Charles was more taken by the dungeon and the submission of women. Lewis helped design it and knew many of its features. He finally decided to join in and see what pleasure he could get from the depraved dungeon.

Emily Ladd was a woman that you’d never guess would end up here. She came from a fine family that prospered after the fall of the revolution, but prior to that, they were less than prosperous. They were loyal to the king and that wasn’t a popular view. Emily saw how beholden her parents were to the Earl of Hartford for their success. She began to become beholden also. She had many beaus that called on her, but she didn’t find any to her liking. They were all kind and gracious, but she looked for men that were powerful, but that meant they were also demanding. At twenty-two, she was still naïve of men’s desires, at least those of demanding men. She knew enough of men to satisfy them with her hand when it was necessary, and she’d let them fondle her breasts, but that was as far as she’d allow.

It was a month ago that she heard a scandalous tale of a dungeon in the earl’s castle. People talked of it in a hushed tone, fearing the power of the earl, but she continued to inquire. It came out of the clear blue one night as she was returning home. The sun just began to set, and she hurried to get home as they lit the street lamps. It wouldn’t be ladylike for her to be out unescorted.

“It’s good to meet you, Emily.” Michael waited for her the last two days, and he finally found success.

She was two blocks from her parent’s house when he spoke to her. He was older, mid-forties or maybe even fifty. He dressed nicely, his hair cut neatly, his fingernails clean. He looked to be a man of learning and prosperity, although she didn’t recognize him. Is he a friend of my parents? She didn’t want to be discourteous, just in case. “Thank you, I’ve seem to have forgotten your name.”

“I’m Michael, although we’ve never met before.” He took her hand and kissed it, but he didn’t let it go.

“How do you know me?” He had a firm grip on her hand. She should be scared, but she wasn’t, not sure why not. He didn’t let go of her hand as if he was afraid she might run off.

“You’ve been making inquiries of the Earl of Hartford and his castle. He thought that I should meet you and see of your interest.”

“The Earl of Hartford knows of me?” She was surprised and shocked.

“Yes, and of your inquiries,” he reiterated once again.

She should lie and say it wasn’t her, but for some reason, she didn’t. This man was interesting, not like the beaus that courted her. Could it really be the earl that knew of me? “It’s just idle curiosity.”

“Idle curiosity of his dungeon?”

She blushed at the mention of the dungeon. “Yes, I’ve always been inquisitive.” She didn’t sound convincing.

“Would you like to see it in person, Emily?”

“I don’t think that would be proper for a young lady.”

“No, it wouldn’t, but I don’t think you’re curiosity is just that. Would you like to experience it, Emily? The earl would love to see you inside his dungeon.”

“The Earl of Hartford?” She couldn’t believe him.

“Yes, and some of his friends. I think you’d find the experience illuminating, and it would open up a new realm of possibilities for you.”

“I’m not experienced in such matters,” trying to tell him that she was innocent in the ways of men.

“That is why he’s interested in you, Emily, and why you seek the truth of what happens in his dungeon. It is the only way you’ll find out. It’s not like the earl gives tours of his dungeon.” He didn’t wait for an answer. He still held her hand. He pulled her hand down to the front of his trousers. “Curl your fingers around my cock,” he ordered her.

She should pull her hand away, but she didn’t. She looked around to see if anyone saw them. It was growing darker and the street was empty. Her fingers felt his prick dance beneath his pants. She’d done this before, it wasn’t anything new, but it was an unknown older man that was demanding that she do it. Her fingers moved as she explored the clenching prick.

“Take it out and stroke it until I cum, Emily.”

She looked around again to make sure that no one was watching. It was degrading to be made to do such a thing out in the open where anyone could see her perform shamelessly. Yet, it was also exciting. She fumbled with the buttons on his pants. She reached in and gripped the shaft of his prick through his undergarment. It was so big. It moved powerfully beneath her fingers, and she could barely hold it. It took her long minutes to pull it out. It was so hard that it refused to bend. When it finally escaped, it jerked so hard, as if it was glad to be free. Her fingers clasped around it once again and tightened on the hot flesh of his prick. She could feel the contractions of his muscles. She looked down, shamefully gazing at it in the light of the lamp. Her fingers began to explore it. She’d never seen her beau’s pricks when she stroked them. That would’ve been too bold, yet she stared at the stranger’s prick.

“Stroke it and make me cum, Emily.”

She had to do it. He ordered her. Her hand began to take long swipes up and down the shaft. She felt the skin slid along as she tightened her fingers. She pushed her fingers over the smooth head, and she felt the wetness she coaxed from it. Her fingertip ran over the hole in the tip and was covered with hot, sticky cum that leaked out. Her hand speeded up as his prick grew harder and longer. He stared into her face, but she turned away so her eyes could feast on his prick in her hand. She wanted to see him cum. She took out her handkerchief with her other hand. It was her favorite, made of imported silk, but that day, it would catch all his cum.

“Yes, very good, Emily,” Michael coaxed her on.

It took another minute. She looked down as she stroked his prick with one hand, and just as he began to shoot, she placed her handkerchief over the head of his prick. She saw it shoot up when it tried to contain the cum that shot out so powerfully. Her handkerchief grew wet as did her hand. She felt the hot cum cover her fingers. She continued to stroke his prick as he shot out continually. He finally stopped. She looked up at him, a look of contentment on his face along with a smirk. She cleaned his prick with her handkerchief, but instead of tossing it away, she put it into her bag. He’d already put his prick back in is pants, and they both looked respectable.

“I’ll have a carriage pick you up here at 6 o’clock on Friday to take you to the castle. Tell your parents you’ll be away for two days. You’ll think of a good excuse. Don’t disappoint the Earl of Hartford. He wouldn’t like that,” he warned her.

He was off without expecting or wanting an answer. She rushed home but feigned she wasn’t hungry and went to her room. She lay on her bed naked. Her purse was next to her, but the handkerchief was already out and she opened it up. It was still wet. The inside of it was thick with the man’s cum. Her hand went between her legs and rubbed her pussy. Her legs were spread wide, as if they were bound that way. The handkerchief pressed over her lips, and as her arousal increased, it was pushed deeper into her mouth. It tasted foul, but she didn’t stop until it was fully in her mouth as if she was gagged with it. She came with the taste of a man’s cum filling her mouth. She knew she’d be there on Friday. She wouldn’t, she couldn’t disappoint the Earl of Hartford, she told herself, but she knew the real reason why. She wanted to feel what a demanding man would take from her.

* * *

She had a small bag with her with some clothes in it when she stood on the corner at the prescribed hour. Her parents believed everything she told them. She felt bad that she lied to them, but telling them the truth would’ve been much worse. A large black carriage pulled up punctually. The man seated next to the driver jumped down and held the door open for her. She looked inside, and it was empty. She got in, and the door closed behind her. The shades were drawn, so she couldn’t see out, but that was a good thing. She didn’t want to be seen. She knew how far the earl’s castle was, so she kept track of time. It was almost two hours before it stopped. It had grown colder, and she could hear more animals as they went deeper into the woods and up the small mountain. The door opened, and she was pleasantly surprised. It was the same man that she met two days ago. She felt comfortable with him. After all, she did stroke his prick and make him cum.

“Welcome, Emily.” He knew she’d come that night. None of the others had ever disappointed him. He didn’t know if it was his charm or the threat of the earl that did it, but he cared little except pleasing the earl with a steady stream of refined women for the dungeon.

It wasn’t anything she expected it to be. The man took her down the stone steps. Torches flickered evilly off the walls in the damp hallway. She was taken into one of the rooms, although you could hardly call it that. It had a large wooden door with bars on the window. It was a dungeon for sure. She didn’t expect that room to be empty, but it was. There wasn’t a single piece of furniture or anything exotic or perverse that her mind had conjured up. It was then two other men surprised her. They entered quickly, and the three men grabbed her before she could do anything. She found herself helpless. It took only minutes before they finished and left her alone. The door closed behind them to leave her in the room, but it was how they left her that was so troubling.

Her hair hung down on the floor. All the blood went to her head, and she grew dizzy. They’d tossed her around until she was strung up by her ankles upside down. Her wrists were bound behind her back, each wrist to the opposite elbow. Her ankles had leather straps around them, and each one hung from the ceiling. Her skirt had pulled down to expose her undergarment. What have they done to me? It was a shocking position to be put in. She waited in silence, slowly swinging back and forth until she finally stopped.

It was a long time before anything happened. She heard footsteps, heavy boots on the rock floor. They drew nearer. There was more than one set. She grew nervous and fearful. She didn’t know what she’d expected, but this wasn’t it. The door slowly creaked open, and she saw them. There were three of them. One of them was the earl, she was sure of that. She’d seen him once before in a parade. The other two were older like him, but one didn’t look like a gentlemen. He was out of place with the other two in his dress and appearance. He had red hair and looked like a common man, a worker.

“This is Emily, a fine woman of upbringing and certainly innocent.”

“Please, let me go. I don’t want to do this,” Emily cried out as the three men looked at her as if she was a piece of hanging meat.

“It’s too late now, Emily. You’re bound upside down with your skirts around your neck. You’re an enticing woman that we’re going to enjoy. This is Jamie. He’s the head of all the dockworkers in the colony. He’s going to enjoy all the treasures that a refined, young woman has to offer.”

Jamie couldn’t believe his good luck. Emily was beautiful and upside down. Bound by her ankles gave him so many perverse ideas in his head. He rubbed his cock trapped in his pants as he stared at her. He turned as a man pushed a cart into the room. It was covered in a black shroud. He peeked beneath it. “Yes, everything I might need and more.” William knew how to be hospitable. He picked up the knife first.

She saw the knife in his hand. “Don’t cut me.” Emily feared he’d butcher her.

“You hold still, so I don’t cut you instead of your clothes,” Jamie warned her. Lewis and William leaned against the wall to wait to see what Jamie would do.

It was almost as bad to have her clothes cut off. She knew that she’d have to undress but not like this. She couldn’t take her eyes off the knife as it sliced through her clothes like they were butter. She jerked a few times when he pricked her skin, but she thought he did it on purpose. She saw an evil glint on his face. It wasn’t long before her dress was rags on the ground and left her only in her undergarment. It couldn’t contain her breasts as she hung upside. They spilled free. “No, not that,” she begged when he grabbed the waistband of her undergarment. She sucked in her stomach when the cold knife touched her naked skin. It moved under the fabric, and then, he lifted up. The sound of the material ripping filled the room. He pushed the pieces of the garment aside, and she was suddenly naked in front of three strange, all older men. Bound, she was defenseless.

William didn’t have to tell Jamie anything. He’d been around ropes all his life, and he figured out the pulleys that hung her upside down. Her thighs might be clenched together now, but it wouldn’t last long. Emily had a fine body. She had full breasts and the nipples hardened, not sure if it was the cold or the excitement that made them that way. Her bush was cut neatly, but the fine brown hair couldn’t hide the thick lips of her pussy. Jamie spun her around and stopped so they could admire her ass. It was so full. Jamie would find useful instruments on the table that would work wonders on the white flesh of her buttocks. William was sure that no man had ever punished her before.

Jamie looked at how she hung by her ankles and was impressed with the versatility. “Since you’re naked, I guess I should be, too.” He wanted to stroke his cock and have it freed from the tight confines of his pants. He began to take off his clothes, and he made sure that she stared at him as he did. He nudged her when he got to his pants and slid them down. He dropped his undergarment, and his hand grabbed his rock-hard cock and stroked it only inches from her naked body.

She’d never seen anything like it before. His prick was big, much bigger than the beau she’d made cum with her hand. Not only was it long, but it was also thick. She didn’t know if she could put her fingers around its girth if her hands were free. Then, there was the matter of his red hair. It looked strange around his prick. It was brilliant red, and the hairs looked thick and wiry. He had his fingers around his prick, and he moved closer to her until she felt the hot flesh of his prick touch her. It rubbed on her stomach and left a trail of wetness.

“You’s too far down. Let’s get you higher.” He began to pull on the rope. The rope slid over the pulley, and she began to rise up higher. Her head almost touched the floor, but slowly, she rose up to greet his cock.

He kept his body pressed against hers, at least his prick. He pulled her up. Each time his prick jerked, it made her swing a bit. She kept going higher and felt the shameful way his prick moved between her breasts, but she feared that he’d go higher. He didn’t stop, pulling her up until she came face to face with his prick. It was only inches from her mouth. She clasped her lips tightly together. She could never take anything like that in her mouth.

Jamie felt her breath blow on his cock until it was inches from her mouth, then she clenched her lips shut in defiance. That didn’t bother him, as he’d get what he wanted from her one way or another. He stopped pulling her up, but he saw how the pulleys would move to the side, also. He grabbed another rope and began to pull. They did what he expected, and he saw the look of outrage on her face.

It was bad enough that his prick was in her face, but now, she felt her legs begin to spread. She didn’t know how, for she didn’t go up or down, but only her legs to the sides. Both of her ankles were being pulled to opposite sides. Her legs began to spread. She tried to fight it, but it was a losing battle. Her legs parted, and she could do nothing. It went on forever before he finally stopped, but her legs were spread at least a couple of feet apart when he finished. Then, she felt it. It was his hot breath, and he blew between her legs. His face was in front of her pussy, and his eyes were only inches from her virgin pussy. No one had ever seen her like this before, not up close and personal.

“NO, NO,” she panicked when she felt a man’s fingers on her pussy. They weren’t soft or gentle, but were rough and harsh. His fingers dug into her pussy lips and peeled them back. She felt him blow on her pussy, making her shudder. His hips moved and rubbed his prick on her face. His hands released his prick, but it bounced and jerked each time it came in contact with her face. His fingers began to intimately explore her virgin pussy. They slid along the soft, wet inner lips. The roughness of his callused fingers should hurt, but they didn’t. She wanted the touch of a demanding man, and he was all of that and more. She knew where his finger was going, and he did, too. It didn’t take long before she felt the callused fingertip run over her pleasure button with a combination of pain and pleasure. She never felt anything like it before. With her own hand, she was gentle, but he had no such restraints. She felt his powerful fingers squeeze her button and twist it. Her body jerked, but it did little good, but it made her swing back and forth over his prick.

She was slick. His finger found her clit, and he wasn’t gentle. He abused it, and she didn’t respond like a fragile, innocent woman. He’d see how far he could drive her. He peeled back her pussy lips once again, but this time, his tongue caressed where his finger had been. He heard her startled gasp at his oral attention. He bit one of her pussy lips to show her who was boss. Then, his tongue sought out her clit.

She couldn’t believe what he did to her. No self-respecting man would lick a woman there. He not only licked her, he bit her, and she feared he’d tear her pussy lips when he yanked them wide with his teeth. Yet, her body shuddered with unbridled lust when his tongue and lips attacked her pleasure button. Her body was excited but also apprehensive, fearing that he might accidently bite it off in his excitement. Her juices flowed freely, more than she had ever induced with her own hands. His hips began to move as he rubbed his prick freely all over her face. She kept her lips clenched tight, but that didn’t deter him. He leaked all over her face in his excitement.

Jamie nodded to William, and he whispered to Lewis. William knew what he wanted. Lewis couldn’t believe his luck. He’d never done that before, but this was a challenge to get her to do what she didn’t want to. He looked under the black cloth and found it immediately. It was a small four-strand whip, only six inches long with a large wood handle. He put it behind his back as he went behind her. He didn’t pull it back into sight until she couldn’t see him any longer. Jamie kept her attention. His mouth devoured her pussy. Lewis was sure that he'd tear her flesh and eat it if he continued like this. He pulled the whip back so Jamie could see it. He let it fly through the air toward one of her white buttocks that was highlighted so vividly. It connected with such precision. The first thing that was heard was the smack of the whip, and then, it was delayed before she screamed.

“SSSSMMMAACCKK”

The burning on her backside shocked her. It lanced all the way to the bone, but it took seconds before the pain shot to her brain and it registered. “OOOOOWWW!” It felt as though she was branded as her mouth opened wide with her shrill scream.

Jamie’s hands reached down, one on his cock, the other on her body to hold her. He pushed with his hips as she screamed, and his cock found the hot, wet hole with such ease. It was as though she opened her mouth to please him. As her scream died down, her lips closed, but it was too late. They were stopped instantly by the girth of his cock. The head was already secured inside her mouth and sat heavily on her tongue.

She didn’t know what was worse, the prick that filled her mouth or the anticipation of being whipped once again. The whip never struck her again, although her body always remained tight and vigilant, but the prick in her mouth filled her with the taste of his cum. The taste came back to her instantly. It was thick and salty, but she sucked her handkerchief from the other day as though she was forced to. She could’ve pulled it out of her mouth the other day, but she didn’t. She forced herself to savor the taste. Now, she had no choice. Her lips were stretched around his big prick. She hadn’t expected this to happen, although it should’ve been obvious when his prick was in front of her face.

Lewis slapped her ass with the whip again with a resounding smack that rang out in the room. “Lick his cock, Emily. Suck his cock, or I’ll beat your ass raw,” he punctuated his request with another slap of the whip, this time harder and on the other cheek.

She didn’t know what to do, but after being whipped three times, she’d do anything. Her buttocks burned as her tongue pulled out from beneath his heavy prick. She began to run it over the head that filled her mouth. She felt how smooth the head was and her tongue was sensitive enough to feel the hole in the very tip and she was rewarded with drops of his thick crème. It was more pronounced, so thick, and it wouldn’t mix with her spit. She didn’t hesitate to lick his entire prick, and his hips began to move. She could feel the thick vein on the shaft slide over her lips as more of his prick filled her mouth. It pushed to the back of her mouth, but there was so much more of his prick out of her mouth. She felt it withdraw then shoved back in, harder and deeper until it banged against the back of her mouth. She concentrated on licking his prick but also on the tongue that lashed out on her pleasure button. His lips captured her button and with powerful suction drew it so deep in his mouth she thought he’d yank it from her body, but her fear was gone as soon as his tongue went back to work on the very tip. It was as though their two tongues were in sync with each other with both of them intent on giving the other pleasure.

Lewis knew he wouldn’t need the whip any longer, for Emily took to sucking Jamie’s cock with such skill and enthusiasm. He didn’t know if it was the whip that instilled her obedience or Jamie’s skill with his tongue. But, William had one more surprise for Emily as he whispered to Lewis. He looked at him, not sure that he could do it, but William smiled and told him that his dread would be nothing compared to the shame that Emily would feel.

Lewis was reluctant to do such a thing, but he didn’t want to disappoint William or Emily. He’d never done it before, but once he did it first, the rest would be easy. He went behind her, and his hands yanked her buttocks apart until her crack was barely visible. He could see her pussy from behind as Jamie worked her over orally, but it was the other tiny hole that beckoned for his attention. He leaned in close as he held her cheeks apart and planted a wet kiss on her anal bud. He heard her mumbled cry of protest, but Jamie’s cock stuffed her mouth. Then, he did something that he thought of. He began to bite her buttocks but close to her anus. He saw her tiny hole go into spasms and planted another kiss of the contracting hole. Then, his tongue snaked out of his mouth, and he tasted the tart, little hole. Her mumbled gasp became louder, but his tongue already devoured her anus.

She feared the whip on her backside, but what she got was far worse. It was wet and soft that touched her anus. It could be only one thing when she felt the hot breath blow on her backside. How could he touch such a dirty spot with his mouth? There was no doubt that he kissed her there. He didn’t do it just once, he continued to kiss and even lick her anus. Her muscles went into uncontrollable spasms. She never felt anything like it before. Her pussy clenched in sync, as though both holes were connected. Now, she had two men licking her intimately, and Jamie was growing more frantic as he took her mouth. He held her so she couldn’t escape as his hips thrust with more power. She could do nothing but take it as his prick slammed to the back of her mouth and made her gag.

Jamie couldn’t help but jet prematurely in her mouth. He took her mouth hard and fast, and Emily couldn’t keep up, no matter how hard she tried. He felt her teeth rub over the head of his cock with pain, but it quickly turned to pleasure, and he rewarded her actions with a jet of hot crème. He continued to fuck her mouth. He wouldn’t last much longer, and he’d make sure she didn’t either. Lewis already took care of her ass, and Jamie latched onto the base of her clit with his teeth to trap it while his tongue lashed across it. She didn’t dare move away.

How could I end up like this? She was bound and spread upside down, naked while one man licked her pussy and the other her backside. Her mouth was stuffed by the biggest prick she ever saw, and he took her mouth ruthlessly. He’d already jetted once in her mouth to blanket it with his thick crème, but she knew there would be much more soon. And she’d join him, unable to stop the pleasure from building in her body until it was ready to explode. She knew that one thing would make her explode, and it took only a minute. He came in her mouth. The head of his prick swelled up, and then, it exploded to fill her mouth with his profuse cum. She tried to swallow it, but he was just getting started. She came when she received his cum. It was so perverse and degrading, but that is what drove her lust. Her head exploded with an orgasm that shattered her soul and continued as he came repeatedly inside her mouth. It felt like gallons of cum was forced down her gullet by his prick. She choked, gagged and swallowed but could never get all of it from her mouth. His tongue continued to drive pleasure from her body, and the man behind her replaced his tongue with a finger that wormed its way up her backside as though it was a tiny prick. It moved in and out of her backside, just as the prick in her mouth moved.

Jamie held her head and pulled her down on his prick as he finally finished cumming in her mouth, but her hot mouth and tight lips felt too good to desert. Her tongue continued to work on his prick. He finally pulled out and was pleased that her lips glistened with his cum.

“That was good, Emily. But, you’re still a virgin. I’ll have to do something about that. Front or back, Lewis?” They’d turn her right side up before they’d take her innocence.

They pulled her down. She was glad to be able to stand up and let the blood rush from her head, but her legs barely held her up. She saw the one man stand before her, still naked. His prick wasn’t as hard as before, but it never went down. She feared he’d take her mouth once again, but her fears began to grow three fold as the other two men began to undress.

“Don’t look away, Emily. This is what you can look forward to.” William made her watch as he and Lewis undressed. It didn’t take long. Seeing Jamie fuck her mouth had made them excited. “Get on your knees, Emily.”

The earl stood in front of her, naked with his big prick stroked by his hand. “You showed Jamie the pleasure of your mouth. Now, show your ruler what you can do.”

She saw the intensity in his eyes and the hunger for her mouth. She knew that she wouldn’t survive if she didn’t please the earl. “I’ll try to please you.” He moved closer and rubbed his prick over her lips. The taste of cum still filled her mouth.

He pushed his hips forward so his cock and balls rubbed on her delicate, smooth complexion. “Take in the smell of a man.”

She breathed in the musty smell of his testicles. Her nostrils flared, but the earl pushed the head of his prick against her lips. They parted and his prick began to fill her mouth. He was as big as Jamie, and her lips stretched.

“Watch me bulge her cheeks with my cock,” William said, brandishing his big prick. His hand ran over her silky cheek with the head of his cock jutting out as if it would break free. “I’m going to fuck your mouth.”

She was sucking a prick once again. Her nostrils flared as she tried to suck in precious air to fill her lungs. She moved her tongue around the shaft of his prick as he began to move his prick in and out of her mouth. She kept her lips tight around it.

“You’re learning well, Emily.” Her lips felt good as they clasped on the shaft of his cock. The head of his cock ran over her tongue, and when she lashed out on the head, he made sure he rewarded her with drops of his precious cum. “I’m going to teach you to deep throat my cock.”

He rammed his prick deep into her mouth, and his hand held her firmly in place as his hips moved with such urgency. He penetrated her mouth deeply with each thrust inside.

“I’m going to cum down that pretty throat of yours.”

She shut her eyes to escape what was happening to her.

“Open your eyes. Stare up at me, and see whose cock is going down your throat.” William wanted to see her complete subjugation. With her eyes wide open, he began to take her with determination.

Emily was forced to look up at him as he humped her like a crazed dog. He continued to feed his prick into her mouth and made her gag when he shoved it in too far. Her throat was forced to open up when she gagged deep in her belly. She couldn’t believe that his hard prick would fit in her tiny throat, but her throat muscles rippled over it to try to force it out. Drool ran from her mouth as his prick was slowly pushed down her gullet. She didn’t know how long she could take his prick rasping along her throat. He shoved in and out, and she felt his testicles slap shamefully against her chin when he plunged in deep.

William was ready to cum, but it would be her mouth that would receive it. He wanted her to savor the taste of his royal cum. “I’m going to spurt in the lovely mouth. I’m going to push my cock onto that pink tongue. When I shoot, flutter your tongue over the tip of it and gather up my precious cum.”

The other men watched her as she opened her mouth wide submissively and her tongue pushed out. He stroked his prick in her mouth, and it was only seconds before he unloaded. Her tongue fluttered over the end of his prick as he sprayed his hot cum all over her tongue. He shot repeatedly as some of his cum landed on her lips and face when he grew too excited.

“Swallow my cum. Taste the seed of your royal master.” He shot his cum all over her, but it was her mouth that gathered up his thick, white crème. “Such a sweet mouth,” he cried as he saw her throat move as she tried to get his cum to go down.

It filled her mouth once again with the taste of a man’s cum. It was so thick, it was difficult to get it to go down, but she finally swallowed it all. Her stomach groaned with the warm cum that lay inside.

He pulled away, but the other man that licked her backside was back, and his prick stood out in anticipation.

“Are you a virgin?”

“Yes, please, don’t take that from me. No man will marry me.” The reality of the situation hit her. All of this before was a twisted fantasy that she had in her head. Now, it was a reality, and two men already took her mouth.

“If you do what I tell you, you can keep your virginity, Emily. Get on your hands and knees. Spread your legs wide. There are other ways you can please me.”

Lewis kneeled behind her. He put his hands on her cheeks and parted them. He could see from her pink pussy all the way to her anus. She was slick from her juices, but it was his tongue that made her tiny anus glisten in the light. He enjoyed the way her tight ass gripped his finger.

It took her only a second before she realized what he meant. It was when his wet finger pushed against her anus again did it dawn on her what he intended to do. It was too perverse and degrading. “No, please, don’t,” she cried out in denial as the finger pushed hard against her anal opening. She tightened her muscles to fight the invasion of his finger. His finger pushed harder, and she felt herself losing her grip as her anal ring began to blossom open.

“Please me with your ass, and I’ll leave you a virgin, Emily.”

“I’ll do what you want,” her voice was soft as she surrendered to this degrading act.

“Raise up your ass, Emily, and arch it backward. Open up for me,” he ordered her. “I’ll be gentle if you cooperate,” he reassured her.

The others gathered behind her as she did what he asked. She could feel her anus open up from the lewd position she was forced to get into. She felt his prick slide between her buttocks, and his hands pushed her cheeks together to trap his prick. He began to move his prick as she felt it slide up and down her sweat-drenched crack and over her anus. She couldn’t stop her buttocks from clenching and unclenching intensely.

Her body was tight, so his hand slipped beneath her and slid up her pussy until he found her clit. He began to work on it. He wanted her relaxed when he shoved his cock up her ass. He didn’t want to spend all his energy on trying to get his big cock in a tightened hole.

She might have cum already, but these men were experienced in arousing a woman. They knew just how and where to touch her. She began to get excited in spite of the fact she tried to resist. She couldn’t stop her lower body from moving against the finger, but it also made her backside slide along his trapped prick on her anus. It rubbed her in a place that she never expected to feel any pleasure, but he’d done things to it with his mouth and finger that made her feel pleasure in an unlikely place.

While one hand played with her clit, his other hand reached for one of her hanging breasts. He found the tip hard and throbbing as his finger played over it. Her breasts weren’t large, but they were more than ample, and he aroused her nipple with his fingers.

Now, she was being fondled on her breasts and pussy. He plucked at her nipple, and she couldn’t stop it from growing hard and aroused. When he squeezed the very tip, it wasn’t pain she felt but pleasure as the blood raced to the end and throbbed. Her pleasure button was sensitive when he first touched it, but it grew hard from his questing fingers. Her hips began to move more urgently, involuntarily humping back on the prick that was nestled between her cheeks. Her breathing became ragged.

Lewis reluctantly pulled his cock from between her buttocks. He slid it up her pussy from behind.

“Not there, you promised,” she cried out in anguish when she felt it on her pussy. She was relieved when he pushed it up and poked the head slightly into her anus. Automatically, her muscles tightened and trapped it before he could gain an inch.

As much as he pushed, she’d tightened her ass too much. “Do you want my cock in your pussy?” He threatened her once again.

Emily took a deep breath. She fought to relax her buttock muscles and arch up her backside. She pushed back onto his prick and felt her anus flourish open in surrender.

“Relax,” he gasped excitedly as he held the shaft of his cock from bending and thrust with his hips. He felt her tight anal ring slide over the head of his cock with such tightness and pleasure. Her muscles didn’t stop him until he got an inch of cock inside her ass.

“YYYYAAAWWWWW!” she howled out, her lips clenched tight and her eyes closed as she felt the unbearable pain lace through her backside. It was much bigger and harder than his finger. It felt unnatural to have something pushed into a hole that only had pushed out things before. But, she had no choice as she felt the unfamiliar thrust as she fought to keep her buttocks relaxed and open for this penetration.

“Oh, that is so good, Emily. Nice and tight. I want you to dance on my cock. Move your hips for me and give me my pleasure.” It was as though the head of his cock was trapped in a vise. Her muscles rippled over the head, but he was eager to push more of his cock into her ass, but he wanted her to do it. He wanted her full submission.

She cried softly in denial, but she began to move her buttocks. She rolled her hips all for the pleasure of the man that had the head of his prick wedged inside her rectum. When she pushed back onto his prick, she felt her anal ring stretch wider and swallow up more of his prick. It felt like a giant rock was shoved into her rectum, but this one moved as her muscles gripped and clenched onto it. It was as if she wasn’t doing this, it was someone else and she was watching from afar. His prick slid inside her, deeper each time she pushed back. His finger continued to rub her pleasure button, and when he pinched it, it forced her to push back on his demanding prick and take another inch inside her guts.

She rode him as he pushed with his hips. He looked down to see the tiny hole stretched around the shaft of his cock as she slowly swallowed inch after inch of his cock. He heard her soft gasps as he impaled her. It took long minutes before he was fully planted inside her bowels. He made his cock jerk. Then, he began to the slow withdrawal, feeling her elastics walls clasp his cock so firmly while her muscles rippled along like they danced on his cock.

It felt like her intestines were dragged out with his prick as he withdrew. She felt her anal ring stretch as it caught around the thick ridge of his prick. She thought she’d be free of his prick, but he thrust back in suddenly and she found her guts filled with his hard, demanding cock. It took her breath away as he filled her with his flesh.

“I love riding this tight ass,” Lewis cried out in such pleasure. He shoved all the way in again until his balls slapped against her flesh from behind. Fully impaled in her bowels, he made his cock dance in excitement to stretch her in ways she never expected. He let her do the moving again. “Make your hips move from side to side.” He wanted absolute pleasure from her.

She had to end this. It was a strange feeling that tingled through her body. His prick rubbed her in places that should never be touched from the outside. But, her anal ring sent tremors through her body when it slid back and forth over the shaft of his prick. She never expected that she’d feel every bump, ridge and vein on his prick as she did. His finger continued to stroke her pleasure button at the same time his prick stroked her backside. It was as if her pussy and backside were connected in pleasure. She began to move her hips from side to side, and she was met with a firm, contrasting movement up and down of his hip as his prick moved in and out of her rectum.

With her movements, the pleasure began to mount. “Yes, that’s what I like, Emily. Keep your ass tight and your hips rolling on my cock.”

Her nostrils flared wildly as she moaned. She could feel his prick inside her move and twitch as it pulsated in her rectum. He was shoving in harder and faster, but she didn’t know how much longer she could endure to be violated like this. She felt lightheaded, not sure why.

“Keep dancing on my cock, Emily!”

Her body felt strange. One second she was cold, the next she sweated. She was nothing but a plaything for him, her backside violated by his prick and she was forced to pleasure him with her hips to move wildly on and off his prick. She couldn’t understand what she felt, a mixture of pain and pleasure, shame and excitement. The other men stared down at her as she pushed back onto the prick that was shoved unmercifully up her backside. They all had smirks on their faces and their hands stroked their pricks as if it was their pricks that were being massaged so pleasurably by her backside. She felt his prick throb inside her and knew he wouldn’t last much longer. She began to tighten her muscles on his prick when he withdrew, anything to hasten the end of this deranged act of sodomy.

He felt her squeeze him, but he felt too much pleasure to end it so quickly. She had a very tight ass hole, and he wanted to stay inside it forever. He fought to regain control over his prick and his impending orgasm.

She felt the friction of his prick slide in and out of her backside, but she felt an odd tingle take over her body. His finger worked its magic on her pleasure button, but it was coupled with a strange stirring in her guts and her rectum. Is it possible that I’ll cum from this unnatural act? She knew very little of sex, but this was far from being a normal act. She was being sodomized for the pleasure of this man, an older man she never met before. Yet, for some strange reason, her body was coming alive with sexual feelings that she didn’t understand. She bit her lip as a soft moan came from her mouth. She refused to allow the men to see her get any pleasure from this perverse act.

Lewis felt her body do everything to make him cum, and he knew he couldn’t resist her charms any longer. “That’s it, Emily. Keep your ass tight for me and I’ll reward you,” he taunted her.

His big prick exploded deep into the dark recesses of her bowels in a place that was not destined to receive his cum. It twitched and spurted his hot cum. As he came, his finger brought her off, making her cum beneath his expert touch. It was as though her orgasm was connected to his prick shooting off inside her. Each time he jetted inside her backside, her pleasure increased to a higher level. The muscles in her backside continued to ring out more of his cum as her orgasm continued to overtake her unsure body.

“That’s it, Emily. Take my cum. Milk me with your ass,” he ordered her as her body tossed in her own orgasm. He spurted the last load of cum inside her ass hole. He stayed nestled in her hot gut until her muscles began to force him out. It was pure pleasure as she gripped his shrinking cock and slowly squeezed it from her ass hole.

Emily slumped to the floor when she felt the humiliating way his prick slid out and his cum leaked out.

William honored Lewis’s promise of not taking the virginity of her pussy, but that didn’t stop them from continuing to take her. Emily found herself taken front and back, one cock in her mouth that she was forced to service with a smile and enthusiasm and another prick she had to sit on and take in her ass hole and ride it until she received another cum enema.

It was two days before they tired of her and sent her home, still a virgin, but with years of experience in pleasuring a demanding man. She also found her own pleasure by the hands of experienced men that dragged the orgasms from her unwilling body when they wanted to. She’d never forget those two days.

* * *

Over the years, the Earl of Hartford’s colony expanded into the Middle County under the approval of King George III. His castle grew bigger and grander. It stood seven stories high and towered over the Connecticut River, testament to the power of the earl.

The tales of the dungeon increased over the years. There were even rumors that the Marquis de Sade had paid it a visit for a demonstration. Many beautiful women visited the dungeons and none would ever forget what transpired within the stone walls.

The power of Great Britain over British America expanded over the decades until it went from coast to coast. It was bordered by France on the northern border and Spain on the southeastern border. All of the America’s were soon more prosperous than all of Europe.





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SLAVES OF THE DESERT MASTERS Captured by men that sought a few dollars to survive, an archeological family is sold to slave traders, a mother and daughter separated from the father by their captors. The mother loved to tease the foreign men with her voluptuous body, but she never reckoned having to submit to their perverted lust. The daughter, just coming of age, learned early of the older men that desired her young body and wanted to train her in the art of pleasuring a man. Sold to a wealthy Emir, they are forced to make hard choices, the men demanding and punishment severe for those to fail to submit. Will they escape their captors or are they destined to be SLAVES OF THE BONDAGE MASTERS forever?

Sandra is forced to perform sexually with her captor, her daughter forced to watch the depraved act. The bond between mother and daughter was always strained, Sandra never realizing that Jenny had become a woman, in spite of the foreign men that sought out Jenny’s submissive body for their pleasure. Would Jenny’s jealousy of her mother lead her to perform lewd acts with men that are as old as her father?

Sandra had always controlled men with her voluptuous body, but these men were different. Their wealth and power forced her into submission to their jaded lust. Would she fight the depraved acts or would her body embrace them?

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Slaves of the Desert Masters

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A Sizzler/Submission Novel of Bondage

CHAPTER 1

Jenny’s First Sexual Experience

Jenny wasn’t a normal girl; she lived in the deserts of the Middle East for the last seven year with her father, Frank, a tenured Professor of Archeology at South Dakota State University. With her mother, Sandra, they had crossed the deserts of the Middle East hunting for the treasures of thousands of years ago. They were not far from Palmyra where they were to spend the next six months in an excavation. Jenny hoped that this would be her last trip, praying that she could go home to the United States and attend the University where her father was a Professor. In two days, she would be eighteen, a woman at last. She wanted to be around boys her own age.

Jenny looked like her mother, but that is all they would share in the relationship. Her mother, Sandra, had long, honey blonde hair that hung down over her shoulders. It would cover her breasts in the front, but Sandra pushed it out of the way, because her breasts were her proudest possessions. At thirty-six, Sandra took care of her body and she could pass as Jenny’s sister instead of her mother. She had full breasts, with dark red nipples and areolas that contrasted sharply with her porcelain skin. She exercised religiously to keep them firm and taut. She possessed a girlish waist and full tapered thighs, perched on tall legs with perfect heart shaped buttocks. To Jenny, protective of her father, her mother was a slut. Jenny could see it when they were along in the bazaars in the city. She smiled coyly at the men that stared at her, and almost all of them did. Jenny was old enough to see the hard bulges in these men as they dreamed of possessing her mother. Sandra thought nothing of it, saying that it made her feel so much like a woman.

Jenny looked at her naked body in the mirror. Her hair was the same color as her mother, but silkier and Jenny’s grew it long down her back. She loved to stand naked in front of the mirror and put her hair over her breasts, arching her back until one of her perky nipples rose to the occasion and peeked out from between the strands of blonde hair provocatively. Her breasts weren’t as big as her mother’s, but they stood up firmer, pointed cones with puffy red nipples. The nipples were sensitive, almost to the point of the touch of cloth against them making them stand up into rigid points of pleasure.

Her hips were not as full as her mother, her waist slimmer and her legs just as long but more sculptured. She turned and looked at her ass. Her mother said her ass was perfect, but Jenny disagreed. She clenched her cheeks and made her buttocks undulated sensuously. No man would be able to refuse that. It made her pussy wet each time she did that, the muscles in her buttocks connected to the inner muscles in her virgin pussy. When she clenched them, she dreamt she was clenching on her lovers cock inside her.

Her mother refused to accept that Jenny was a woman.

“You’re growing up, Jenny, but you’re not yet a woman.”

Her mother laughed at the idea that any man would even look at her, too busy flaunting her body to any man that would look at her. Jenny found that as her body began to blossom, men began to pay attention to her. The boys her age still refused to look at her, their parents threatening them.

“Keep away from the blonde infidel.” The parents were cruel to Jenny.

The older men were different. They were drawn to her like maggots to discarded food. It was not the men, twenty or thirty years old. The men that stared at her were forty, fifty, even sixty years old. The men with lecherous eyes, and roaming hands, wrinkled hands that made your skin crawl when they touched you.

It was the 1950’s in the Middle East, women had little rights, the property of their parents until they were married off and then controlled by their husbands. A girl became of age at ten or twelve, often married to a man of money that was in his fifties. She had no choice in the matter, forced to submit to him. These men thought all unattached women were fair game for them, especially infidels. They loved to degrade them.

“They are all whores, I am just treating them as that want to be.”

For Jenny, it had started about three years ago. The buses to the bazaar were crowded, her and her mother forced to stand, no man would give up their seat to an infidel woman. The buses crawled along the crowded streets, fighting the bicycles and motor bikes that clogged them. As the bus filled up, more men stood next to them. Jenny panicked when they pushed between the two of them, stretching out her hand, but the space was already filled with men. She felt a man in back of her, pressing up against her until she could feel the unmistakable bulge of a man’s erection for the first time. She tried to push away, but she came face to face with a grinning Arab face, the man in his sixties, a tooth missing as he grinned at her through his crooked smile. She bumped into his body, pushing back only to find the hard cock of the man behind her. Both of them moved closer until she found her body pinned between them, her hands at her side, and too many people in the way to allow her to move them and push the men away. Her breasts were just starting to grow, but the minute she felt the man in front of her brush up against her nipples, they sprang to life with unexpected pleasure. That is when she first learned how sensitive they were. She tried to move away, but only managed to squirm against the man in front of her until she felt his erection growing against her. She stopped, standing perfectly still, but the two men began to move, both of them sliding from side to side, rubbing their erections against her ass and against her mound. She suffered the indignity of being a sexual toy for the men to masturbate against until the bus finally reached the bazaar. She was sure that the one in front of her came in his pants, his eyes glazing over just before the bus reached its destination, his lower body jerking uncontrollably against her.

She told her mother when they got off the bus, but her answer was expected.

“Nonsense, you’re just a child, why would they want to rub against you? It’s just a crowded bus and they probably had something in their pockets that was hard. You wouldn’t know what a man’s penis felt like.”

Time and time again over the years, Jenny complained to her mother, but always got the same response. Today was no different. This was their one last chance to shop in the bazaar before they went out into the desert. Nothing happened on the way to the bazaar, but Jenny was already mad at her mother by time they were returning. She saw her mother buying sexy lingerie, Jenny wanting some of the same.

“You don’t have anyone to show them off to. Your father loves to see me in them,” she proudly told Jenny. After tonight, they would be sleeping in tents, Sandra hoping to have one more night of civilized lovemaking in a real bed. In the desert, privacy is non-existent and not a bed within a hundred miles.

Deep down she hated to admit even to herself that she was jealous of her mother. She hated the way her father looked at Sandra. Jenny grew closer to her father as her relationship with her mother grew farther apart. Jenny wished she could find a man like her father.

They got on the bus, looking around but all the seats were taken, forced to stand up for the long ride home. Sandra put the bags down on the floor next to her feet, one hand on them to make sure they didn’t slip off without her. She held Jenny’s hand with the other. “We’ll be home soon,” she tried to reassure her, but Jenny was in one of her moods, angry at the world. Sandra couldn’t remember if she was ever that way before. The bus filled up, the fumes began to fill it as it idled noisily. The men looked at her as they stepped onto the bus, many of them crowded next to her. She looked down at the handsome ones, noticing the bulge in their pants. She knew it was because of her, arching her back and thrusting out her large breasts even more provocatively. She was horny after buying the panties and bra, forced to wait until Frank got home from his meeting. She hoped Jenny would go to bed early, her room right next to theirs. Frank was always worried that she would hear them, but Sandra didn’t care. Jenny was always saying she was a woman. Let her hear a woman having pleasure with her man.

Jenny felt a man squeeze between her and her mother, their hands still holding each other, but her mother began to disappear in the sea of Arab men that stood next to them. Many of them men were staring at her mother lustily, but Jenny was worried about the men that were staring at her. She could feel their eyes staring at her body, older men, older than her father. They wanted to put their organs in her virgin body. Their hands could barely stay grasped together, but Jenny hung on for dear life, her only safety was her mother’s grasp. She was caught in a throng of men, all of them standing next to her. Some paid no attention to her, though she suspected it was just that she hadn’t caught them yet. She felt a man behind her, the first to press up against her. Another one moved next to her from the side, feeling him press up against her hip. A third was in front of her, his olive face tanned and wrinkled from too much time in the sun.

He grinned at her. “You are a pretty, young thing,” he remarked almost casually. The bus finally jerked to a start, all of the people holding on to anything they could as they were pushed forward and then back. The one in front of her grinned at her as he rubbed against her, his obvious erection rubbing against her mound. The one behind her pushed into her ass as if they were partners, the third man content to keep her pinned between them, though she felt a growing erection rubbing against her hip.

She felt a pair of hands on her waist, trying to escape but she found her arms pinned to her side. It was the one behind her that was touching her hips, the one on the side pinning one arm while the one in the front grabbed her other wrist and held it submissively to her side, her hand pulled from the safety of her mother’s hand. They both tightened her grip when she tried to move.

“You’ve a lovely body, little girl,” his hands sliding down until he found her hips.

He began to make her move her hips, forcing her to move them from side to side, feeling his erection rubbing along her smooth buttocks. She tried to turn and confront him, but she was jammed between the men. “Please don’t,” she begged softly, but he ignored her as he continued to make her rub up against him, feeling the quivering of her erection as it passed over the deep divide of her cheeks. She couldn’t believe that his erection could grow any bigger, but it did, feeling like it was the size of a baby’s arm. It had to be monstrous, Jenny wondering how any woman could take such a thing inside her. Jenny had lost her hymen while masturbating, getting too excited and busting it, but she never had a man inside her, only her fingers gave her pleasure.

“Spread your legs, little girl,” he whispered in her ears.

“No, No!” She protested, but he made her continue to rub against his cock.

“Spread your legs, you know you want to.” He kissed the back of her neck, sending shivers up her spine as his tongue left a trail of cooling spit on her skin. She still couldn’t see him, not sure how old he was; only knowing that he was virile. She felt the relief as one hand left her hip, but her fear returned when it slid back up to her waist, but it didn’t stop there. She struggled but it slid up until it cupped one of her young breasts in the palm of his hand. He hefted it, making it bounce as if he were weighing it, then his fingers curled around and Jenny gasped loudly when his fingers found her nipple without any trouble on the first try. It was as though he knew exactly where it was. No man had ever touched her nipples before. Her nipple rose to an apex, swelling under the touch of a demanding man’s hand.

“Spread your legs,” his hand joined in his demand as his strong fingers gripped her hard nipple and squeezed it.

It felt like he was pushing all the blood to the tip. It hurt, but there was something else. A wetness soaked her panties as if she had peed in them, a strange excitement tingling between her legs that she felt just before she came under her finger ministration. She never felt anything like it. His fingers continued to crush her nipple, but Jenny only felt pleasure from the pressure. The fingers became more insistent, twisting her nipple until she cried out softly. He was manhandling her and there was only one way to stop him.

He felt it, her legs slowly parting. He released her nipple, but kept his fingers around it with just a soft touch to keep her obedience. “More. Spread them more, little girl.” He only had to pinch a little harder until she obeyed, this time not stopping until he told her. “Yes, that is good.”

She almost felt bad when his fingers left her nipple. He had forced her to spread her legs, Jenny fearing what he would do now, but she stayed in the position he made her assume as his hands slid down her hips again. She was surprised when his cock didn’t rub up against her, instead, he pulled away. Then she heard it. It was barely discernable, but she heard the soft whisper of a zipper pulling down. The next thing she felt was an erection sticking into her ass cheeks, but this was different. It jutted out like a spear and the head pushed into one cheek. He had taken out his cock and was rubbing it over her skirt. She could feel it.

She panicked when the man next to her holding her wrist pushed her hand back behind her. She struggled but he was too strong and before she could stop him, she felt her hand burned with the flesh of a man’s hot cock touching her. “No,” she struggled to push it away, but each time she touched it, the hot meat of his organ jerked in pleasure.

“Put your fingers around it and stroke it.” It was the man next to her talking to her. He pulled her fingers apart with his strong hand and in seconds, she found her fingers curled around the thick stalk of a man’s organ for the first time in her young life. She couldn’t do anything as he made her hand glide up and down it. She thought it would be smooth, but the shaft was covered with bumps and thick veins that coursed with pounding blood. She could feel it grow beneath her fingers, Jenny almost proud that she was doing such a thing to a man’s organ, but shamed at being forced. It was only a minute before he released her hand, Jenny pulling it away and letting it hang by her side, humiliated as she felt the wetness on her hand from where his organ had leaked onto her trembling fingers.

“Hold still, little one.”

She felt the man behind her back away from rubbing his naked cock on her ass, but she could feel his hands find the hem of her short skirt and felt it inch up her naked legs as he uncovered her. “Please, no,” she begged him, crying out softly when she felt the hot flesh of his cock rubbing against her naked inner thigh. Tears rolled from her eyes when she felt the hot fluid soiling her smooth skin as his organ dripped his precum. She felt her skirt tucked into her waist, two hands sliding down to her panty-covered buttocks as one grabbed the hard, naked cock and began to rub it up and down her inner thighs, each time the big head rubbing closer to her pussy. She couldn’t believe that it was still growing, but every touch of his cock on her skin made it swell and drip his precum on her skin.

“Hold real still little girl and I’ll be through with you soon.” His other hand slid down to the edge of her panties, pulling it away from one buttock until he left it bare.

She felt a clammy hand touch her naked buttock, pull her panty to the other side. Then the hot, naked cock crept up over her buttock until he shoved it under the edge of her panty, trapping the hard, hot head between her panty and her ass cheek. She didn’t know what he was going to do until his hips began to rock back and forth and his cock rode up and down over her naked ass cheek, trapped beneath her panty as he began to masturbate on her smooth skin. She died a thousand deaths of shame and humiliation as she heard his labored breathing. His movements became more frenzied, his cock rubbing harder, the head leaking more of his juices on her skin.

“Now, hold real still so I may finish on you, little girl.”

She didn’t know what to expect, so it shocked her when his body stiffened behind her. His cock jerked up and down, but her panty kept it trapped. She felt the final degradation as she felt the hot fluids jet out onto her ass cheeks, flooding her skin and her panty with gallons of hot, thick crème. He held her hips fast, digging into her skin as his cock continued to erupt all over her. She sobbed silently in shame until he was finished. He pulled his flaccid organ from beneath her panty, but not before he wiped the last of his foul seed onto her virgin skin, scarring her with his hot juices. She felt him pull her skirt down over her ass, his hand caress her buttocks one last time, not sure if he was fondling her, or just making sure that her panty soaked up all his cum.

The bus pulled up to their stop, the bus emptying out until Jenny saw her mother again. She was picking up the bags on the floor.

“Grab a bag, Jenny, can’t you do anything to help your mother.”

Jenny picked up the bag and walked behind her mother, not wanting to see her walking funny as she tried to move in her wet panties. She couldn’t wait to get home and take them off, running past her father without saying a word.

“What’s the matter with her,” Frank asked Sandra.

“Same old thing, she hates her mother.”

“She’s just at that age. She’ll grow out of it and you will become close once again.”

“I hope so. Right now, she is impossible. Never mind about her, I have something to show you.”

“What,” looking at all the bags she brought home.

“Later, when Jenny is asleep. Something to entice you into taking your wife before we are back in the tents.”

“But Jenny is right next door. She’ll hear us.”

“Young girls sleep like logs. She’ll never hear a thing. I’m wet for you, Frank. I need you to extinguish my lust.” He saw his cock begin to grow, her hand going down to rub it harder. “Yes, that’s what I want.”

Jenny rushed to the bathroom, taking off her panties. She sat on the toilet as she looked at them lying on the floor. She still felt the wetness on her ass cheeks, but she didn’t wash it off. Her fingers crept between her legs as she spread them lewdly as if ordered to do so again until her fingers found the wetness that she knew would be there. She peeled back her pussy lips as she began to stroke herself. She was humiliated the way he had treated her, cumming all over her and leaving her that way, yet she was aroused. The man had forced her to spread her legs, his fingers twisting her nipple, still feeling them touch her there. She was almost a woman, two days until she was eighteen and her first sexual experience with a man was an older man masturbating and cumming all over her ass. Her fingers began to move faster over her slit as she bent over and picked up the wet panties. She opened her panties up until she found the wet spot on the inside of one side. She could see the thick fluid that soaked them. Her fingers reached out and touched the wet spot, no longer hot, but it was sticky and thick.

“Get out of the bathroom, Jenny, I have to go.”

It was her mother calling her; Jenny forced to make a quick decision. She rubbed her clit, just a little bit longer needed to make her cum or some added stimulation.

“Now,” Sandra yelled again.

Jenny couldn’t wait to cum until she got into bed, she had to cum now. She did what she had to, taking the wet panties and rubbing them over her face and covering her lips with the thick crème. She pushed the edge of her panties in her mouth, her face grimacing when her taste buds were coated with the salty taste of his cum. She sucked on the wet panties as she came explosively, almost falling off the toilet as she rubbed her exploding clit as she sucked on the evil man’s salty cum and swallowed it.

She finally got out of the bathroom, the panties in her purse now. She would save them.

“Thank you, young lady,” he mother said gruffly as she pushed her way into the bathroom.




