Erebus
04-25-2005, 11:27 PM
Jollie has finally re-emerged from the loft, the worse for drink, in my opinion, so God knows what he keeps up there. He says this next extract is ‘the business’, whatever that means. It’s breakfast time here in the UK, and I’ve sent him off to rustle me up some kippers and toast. I must keep up my strength, in case I need to thrash him later. We often thrash our men here in the UK, though you’re to read nothing rude into it.
In the meantime, here goes!
16 August 1892(continued)
After my curious entrée into the delights of Lady C’s establishment, I replenished my strength with a strong liqueur and some buttered toast. Having assured herself that I was fully recovered, Lady C bade me follow her into the lower reaches of the house, which, she remarked, had been converted into a suite of dungeons, offering various forms of ‘pleasure’ for her clientele. Before setting forth on this adventure, however, I was commanded to undress, and remove every last stitch of clothing!
‘Is this necessary?’ I inquired, stripping down to my underwear with not, I might add, some small embarrassment.
Lady C replied that it was the rule in her dungeons that the male be naked at all times. ‘It is vital that the man be nude,’ she informed me. ‘So that if a woman seek her pleasure, she may use him at once.’
I blanched and felt my member stiffen. ‘Am I to be used?’ I inquired anxiously.
She smiled. ‘While under my protection, sir, none may touch you but myself. Should I throw you to the pack, however, they may use you as they will. Is such an arrangement acceptable?’
I said it was, but in truth there was no need for words. My cock was now fully erect and this alone she might have taken for acceptance. To my surprised delight, she reached out and gripped my manhood in her tiny fist. ‘Then, sir,’ she whispered softly. ‘Let me lead you into paradise…’
And lead me, she did! Like a dog upon the chain, I followed this sumptuous woman from the room, then down a winding flight of stairs, as naked as the day I was born, her fragile hand around my cock.
Pausing outside a broad, metalled door, Lady C turned to me and said, ‘Whatever occurs, you are not to interfere without permission. Also, you will not speak unless spoken to. Do you understand?’
I told her that I did, and was happy to accede to her command. Satisfied that my will was now subject to hers, Lady C pushed open the door and preceded me into the room. I cannot adequately describe my shock at what I saw. We had entered a large, gas-lit chamber, a small stage at one end, positioned in front of several lines of high-backed chairs. In these chairs – some twenty to thirty at least – sat row upon row of naked women. It may seem astonishing, but it is true! Large, Botticellean ladies seated shoulder to shoulder, and hip to hip.
They turned to greet our arrival, nudging each other and whispering as Lady C led me to an upright, satin-covered chair placed to one side. Seating herself, she motioned me to remain standing, her hand never leaving my cock.
‘Ladies, I have a new pet,’ she announced. ‘Would any care to stroke him?’
A forest of hands flew into the air, and, though I had thought myself already erect, my manhood stiffened further. Lady C let go her grip, slapped me lightly on the buttock and said, ‘Go forth at once, sir, and let my ladies fiddle with you. They have a taste for fresh meat…’
With trepidation I approached the throng, moving in among the women, vulnerable and utterly exposed. Hands reached out, brushing my shaft, and fingering my balls. One lady wrapped her fist around my cock and pumped me vigorously for several seconds. My legs all but collapsed as other hands cupped themselves around my arse, while yet more weighed my sacs upon their open palms. My cheeks were prised apart and fingers pushed against me crudely. Dear lord, ‘twas more than any man could bear!
‘Enough!’ cried Lady C, and the army of fingers withdrew. Not a moment too soon, for I swear that had another hand closed around my shaft, I might have shamed myself in front of all.
I returned to Lady C’s side and again she took me by the cock, squeezing the base to calm me down. My balls, so recently milked by her maids, hung heavy in their sacs, rolling as they filled again with jism.
Somewhere off, a small bell rang, and the lights on the stage came up. Immediately, a file of naked boys entered – led by a nude, blubbering whale of a girl – and lined up side by side. At a guess, I should say none was more than eighteen or nineteen years of age – rough-looking lads, the sort one might avoid in an alley on a dark night in the lower parts of town. Like me, they were fully erect, their members standing gloriously proud, a row of tall, fleshy stems, drawing gasps of pleasure from the ladies to whom they were exposed.
‘Let the auction begin!’ cried Lady C, and at once the girl on stage came forward to invite bids. I shall not bore you with the details, as one by one the lads were sold. The line was constantly replenished until at last each lady had been paired with one or often several men. I wished to ask from where her Ladyship had acquired such a copious supply of willing victims, but knew better than to break my vow of silence.
A single boy remained, and stood alone, shame-faced in isolation. ‘There is always one,’ said Lady C. ‘He knows of all the men on sale, he alone was deemed unworthy.’
‘Might I ask what happens to him?’ I inquired, assuming that as I had been spoken to, a question was acceptable.
‘He is given to his gaoler, who uses him for our entertainment.’
‘How so?’ I asked, but Lady C waved me into silence. ‘You shall see,’ was all she would say.
I was not to wait long. Four of the boys were called back to the stage and, taking hold of the fifth, manhandled him onto his back. He struggled briefly, but to no avail, for not only was he hopelessly outnumbered, he was a scrawny lad and easily overcome. A rope descended from the ceiling, attached to a pulley in the rafters, looped around the youngster’s wrists, then tied. He was rolled onto his front and his arms strapped tight. There was a precision to these moves that spoke of preparation. This boy’s fate had been determined from the outset! All the while, his gaoler padded around, slapping her huge thighs, while her buttocks, when exposed to view, wobbled crudely, like two monstrous balls of meat.
Raising him high, the other lads steadied the poor fellow in mid-air, before the pulley swung into life, the rope withdrew and the boy was left dangling on its end, as helpless as a landed fish. When his head was some four feet off the floor, his gaoler stepped in front of him, bent her waist and dropped her head low. The movement presented her bottom to him, though closed until she reached back and clawed apart her big, voluptuous cheeks.
The lad screamed, and swung furiously in mid-air.
I winced as Lady C tightened her hold on my penis. ‘He sees her holes and knows she means to use them on him.’
‘Dear God!’ I whispered hoarsely. ‘The poor lad must not be teased so cruelly! It is inhuman!’
Lady C smiled. ‘To set your mind at rest, my lord, the boy does not seek his freedom, though in truth, he fears his fate.’
‘How so?’ I inquired, fighting down the pleasure in my cock.
‘Though this house may seem like a prison, those within are always free to leave. This young man merely needs to ask and he shall be freed in an instant.’
‘So why does he not?’ I inquired, for the lad seemed truly mortified.
Lady C smiled. ‘Because I pay them handsomely to suffer. Those who seek release must forfeit half they earn, and are returned to the street and lives of penury. Most deem their torment here, the lesser of two evils.’
‘Do none beg for freedom?’ I inquired.
‘Many,’ she answered. ‘Especially those who would endure what you call pleasure.’
‘You mean some fear a woman sitting naked on their face?’ I cried, unable to believe my ears.
‘It terrifies them,’ she replied. ‘As you will see before this day is out. But first, enjoy a little entertainment.’
In the meantime, here goes!
16 August 1892(continued)
After my curious entrée into the delights of Lady C’s establishment, I replenished my strength with a strong liqueur and some buttered toast. Having assured herself that I was fully recovered, Lady C bade me follow her into the lower reaches of the house, which, she remarked, had been converted into a suite of dungeons, offering various forms of ‘pleasure’ for her clientele. Before setting forth on this adventure, however, I was commanded to undress, and remove every last stitch of clothing!
‘Is this necessary?’ I inquired, stripping down to my underwear with not, I might add, some small embarrassment.
Lady C replied that it was the rule in her dungeons that the male be naked at all times. ‘It is vital that the man be nude,’ she informed me. ‘So that if a woman seek her pleasure, she may use him at once.’
I blanched and felt my member stiffen. ‘Am I to be used?’ I inquired anxiously.
She smiled. ‘While under my protection, sir, none may touch you but myself. Should I throw you to the pack, however, they may use you as they will. Is such an arrangement acceptable?’
I said it was, but in truth there was no need for words. My cock was now fully erect and this alone she might have taken for acceptance. To my surprised delight, she reached out and gripped my manhood in her tiny fist. ‘Then, sir,’ she whispered softly. ‘Let me lead you into paradise…’
And lead me, she did! Like a dog upon the chain, I followed this sumptuous woman from the room, then down a winding flight of stairs, as naked as the day I was born, her fragile hand around my cock.
Pausing outside a broad, metalled door, Lady C turned to me and said, ‘Whatever occurs, you are not to interfere without permission. Also, you will not speak unless spoken to. Do you understand?’
I told her that I did, and was happy to accede to her command. Satisfied that my will was now subject to hers, Lady C pushed open the door and preceded me into the room. I cannot adequately describe my shock at what I saw. We had entered a large, gas-lit chamber, a small stage at one end, positioned in front of several lines of high-backed chairs. In these chairs – some twenty to thirty at least – sat row upon row of naked women. It may seem astonishing, but it is true! Large, Botticellean ladies seated shoulder to shoulder, and hip to hip.
They turned to greet our arrival, nudging each other and whispering as Lady C led me to an upright, satin-covered chair placed to one side. Seating herself, she motioned me to remain standing, her hand never leaving my cock.
‘Ladies, I have a new pet,’ she announced. ‘Would any care to stroke him?’
A forest of hands flew into the air, and, though I had thought myself already erect, my manhood stiffened further. Lady C let go her grip, slapped me lightly on the buttock and said, ‘Go forth at once, sir, and let my ladies fiddle with you. They have a taste for fresh meat…’
With trepidation I approached the throng, moving in among the women, vulnerable and utterly exposed. Hands reached out, brushing my shaft, and fingering my balls. One lady wrapped her fist around my cock and pumped me vigorously for several seconds. My legs all but collapsed as other hands cupped themselves around my arse, while yet more weighed my sacs upon their open palms. My cheeks were prised apart and fingers pushed against me crudely. Dear lord, ‘twas more than any man could bear!
‘Enough!’ cried Lady C, and the army of fingers withdrew. Not a moment too soon, for I swear that had another hand closed around my shaft, I might have shamed myself in front of all.
I returned to Lady C’s side and again she took me by the cock, squeezing the base to calm me down. My balls, so recently milked by her maids, hung heavy in their sacs, rolling as they filled again with jism.
Somewhere off, a small bell rang, and the lights on the stage came up. Immediately, a file of naked boys entered – led by a nude, blubbering whale of a girl – and lined up side by side. At a guess, I should say none was more than eighteen or nineteen years of age – rough-looking lads, the sort one might avoid in an alley on a dark night in the lower parts of town. Like me, they were fully erect, their members standing gloriously proud, a row of tall, fleshy stems, drawing gasps of pleasure from the ladies to whom they were exposed.
‘Let the auction begin!’ cried Lady C, and at once the girl on stage came forward to invite bids. I shall not bore you with the details, as one by one the lads were sold. The line was constantly replenished until at last each lady had been paired with one or often several men. I wished to ask from where her Ladyship had acquired such a copious supply of willing victims, but knew better than to break my vow of silence.
A single boy remained, and stood alone, shame-faced in isolation. ‘There is always one,’ said Lady C. ‘He knows of all the men on sale, he alone was deemed unworthy.’
‘Might I ask what happens to him?’ I inquired, assuming that as I had been spoken to, a question was acceptable.
‘He is given to his gaoler, who uses him for our entertainment.’
‘How so?’ I asked, but Lady C waved me into silence. ‘You shall see,’ was all she would say.
I was not to wait long. Four of the boys were called back to the stage and, taking hold of the fifth, manhandled him onto his back. He struggled briefly, but to no avail, for not only was he hopelessly outnumbered, he was a scrawny lad and easily overcome. A rope descended from the ceiling, attached to a pulley in the rafters, looped around the youngster’s wrists, then tied. He was rolled onto his front and his arms strapped tight. There was a precision to these moves that spoke of preparation. This boy’s fate had been determined from the outset! All the while, his gaoler padded around, slapping her huge thighs, while her buttocks, when exposed to view, wobbled crudely, like two monstrous balls of meat.
Raising him high, the other lads steadied the poor fellow in mid-air, before the pulley swung into life, the rope withdrew and the boy was left dangling on its end, as helpless as a landed fish. When his head was some four feet off the floor, his gaoler stepped in front of him, bent her waist and dropped her head low. The movement presented her bottom to him, though closed until she reached back and clawed apart her big, voluptuous cheeks.
The lad screamed, and swung furiously in mid-air.
I winced as Lady C tightened her hold on my penis. ‘He sees her holes and knows she means to use them on him.’
‘Dear God!’ I whispered hoarsely. ‘The poor lad must not be teased so cruelly! It is inhuman!’
Lady C smiled. ‘To set your mind at rest, my lord, the boy does not seek his freedom, though in truth, he fears his fate.’
‘How so?’ I inquired, fighting down the pleasure in my cock.
‘Though this house may seem like a prison, those within are always free to leave. This young man merely needs to ask and he shall be freed in an instant.’
‘So why does he not?’ I inquired, for the lad seemed truly mortified.
Lady C smiled. ‘Because I pay them handsomely to suffer. Those who seek release must forfeit half they earn, and are returned to the street and lives of penury. Most deem their torment here, the lesser of two evils.’
‘Do none beg for freedom?’ I inquired.
‘Many,’ she answered. ‘Especially those who would endure what you call pleasure.’
‘You mean some fear a woman sitting naked on their face?’ I cried, unable to believe my ears.
‘It terrifies them,’ she replied. ‘As you will see before this day is out. But first, enjoy a little entertainment.’