Dungeon of Pleasure, page 9
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.
