Dungeon of Pleasure, page 13
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.
