Dungeon of Pleasure, page 17
“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.
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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.
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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.
