Dungeon of Pleasure, page 11
“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.
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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.
