Dungeon of Pleasure, page 8
“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.
