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Fun and Fornication Ch. 01

By: SideshowD



The family of Hannard had for many generations resided in a pleasant corner of Hampshire, formerly in relative splendour in the ancestral seat of Morton Hall, but now, owing to a steady decline in fortune, in the smaller but nonetheless adequate surroundings of Morton Lodge. While the Hannard family fortune was reduced, its respectability was beyond doubt, which ensured that their presence was requested at any and all local entertainments.

The family comprised Mr and Mrs Hannard, their elder daughter, Katherine, and her younger sister Anne who had only recently come of age. Neither of the Misses Hannard were of the frivolous type whose entire lives are centred around balls and dances, and whose sole occupation in life is to prepare themselves and their wardrobes for such entertainments. This said, neither were they too solemn to enjoy lively company when the opportunity was presented.

An invitation from the recently installed tenant of Morton Hall, a Mr Blackwood, so far unknown in the district had brought the family the short distance to their ancestral seat for an evening of merriment and dancing. In addition to the usual entertainments, the Misses Hannard were eager to satisfy their natural curiosity about their new neighbour, for enquiries in the village had produced no information as to his appearance, manner or background.

At the ball, it was easy to identify Mr Blackwood. There were a number of new faces in addition to those familiar in the area, presumably Mr Blackwood's friends visiting from London, but in the midst of these unfamiliar personages, one clearly held court, with all eyes on him as he discussed politics, hunting, art and any other subject suggested to him. He broke off from conversation when he observed Katherine, and, with great civility, requested that she dance with him.

Katherine was glad of the opportunity to examine this mysterious stranger more closely. He was tall and well formed; Katherine suspected he rode as well as he talked. His eyes were dark but with an air of fun that was complemented by a half-smile that never seemed to leave his mouth. While focusing on Mr Blackwood during their dance, for clues of more intimate knowledge than his appearance, Katherine was fully conscious that her sister's eyes never left them, aware that she would later be subject to an intense interrogation of everything that passed.

Mr Blackwood danced as well as any gentleman should, afterwards accompanying Katherine back to her seat. "You dance beautifully, Miss Hannard," he told her.

"You're too kind, Mr Blackwood, but I'm afraid my feet are hardly designed for graceful movement."

"On the contrary, your feet seem to me to be perfectly formed...much as the rest of you." Katherine was suddenly aware of Mr Blackwood's gaze slowly roving over her body. Despite the discourtesy, Katherine found it hard to take offence. Perhaps it was that his eyes were so warm, perhaps it was that the dancing had raised her blood, but instead of correcting his insolence, Katherine found herself not only excited by it, but also prepared to encourage it.

"How can you possibly comment on how well formed I am, Mr Blackwood, when you can barely see any of my body which you profess to admire so much?"

Mr Blackwood was momentarily taken aback by Katherine's forwardness, but he quickly regained his composure. "I beg your pardon, Miss Hannard, I merely meant that in the little I see, I can discern no imperfection. I would be most gratified if you could enlighten me as to the nature of that which is hidden from me."

"Mr Blackwood, do you really suppose that I should be so brazen as to describe my body to you?"

"Well...I,"

Katherine smiled at Mr Blackwood's sudden loss of composure in the face of her apparent opposition. "Shall we start with my breasts? As you can tell, they are not large, though there is still time for them to grow further. They are soft to the touch, yet firm enough that they can be made to bounce in a way that I consider becoming...perhaps you'd like to see it some time?"

Mr Blackwood's expression left Katherine in no doubt that he would, indeed, like to see it some time, though he was, for the moment, robbed of the power of confirming so in speech. Katherine therefore chose to continue with her description:

"The skin is milky white and smooth, with nipples of...how should I describe it...? A coral pink. When I become aroused, they harden into hard little nuggets...perhaps you can see through my dress? I am most embarrassed to admit that the simple act of describing my breasts to you has aroused my desires already." It was true: in addition to her nipples hardening, Katherine could feel the warmth growing between her legs which she knew meant that if she reached her fingers down she would feel her honey starting to leak from her valley of pleasure.

Katherine was pleased to note by Mr Blackwood's uncomfortable shifting that she was not the only one to be aroused by their conversation. She began to wonder what his body looked like under his clothes, but for the moment she was revelling in her role as narrator.

"But perhaps you are interested in how my body is slightly lower? Well my derrière has a similar white complexion to my breasts, also smooth with just that hint of plumpness which makes it luxurious to the touch and allows it to flow smoothly into my legs. I have to say my legs are probably larger than is the fashion as I not only ride frequently, but also I choose to walk to the village two or three times a week. They are, therefore, not plump, but rather strong and lithe.

"Ah, but I see what you are waiting to hear. You wish to know about my most secret place. The one that even now has a familiar but not entirely usual warmth and moistness growing in it. Well between my legs, behind a small triangle of hair, much the same colour as this you can see on my head, but with a slight hint of redness to it, is what some of the less reputable French writers would call my belle chose, my beautiful thing. I wonder if you would consider it beautiful? I think perhaps you would. Two soft lips, coming together to hide the secret entrance to a warm, cosy cavern coloured in a delightful red. Soft and warm, snug, but able to stretch to accommodate where necessary, I'm sure." Katherine was unable to resist the urge to reach down and pat the large bulge she had noticed twitching in Mr Blackwood's breeches, causing an even greater twitch, which she felt with satisfaction before clasping her hands demurely in her lap. "And, by the way, when I have seen fit to read the works of those scandalous French writers to whom I have already made reference, I do become most deliciously, yet quite improperly dewy down there, imagining my body being used in a decidedly uncharitable fashion by strong and passionate men with strong and passionate appendages as the heroines of such works inevitably are.

"Yes, there have been many nights when, alone in my room, I have explored that hidden cave, brushing it with my fingers, stroking the lips, reaching into the wetness, rubbing myself harder and harder, building my pleasure until eventually I just explode with pleasure. I find it hard to control myself sometimes, don't you Mr Blackwood?"

"Yes. Yes. I...er...I wonder if you might do me the pleasure of...of..."

"Of doing you the pleasure?"

"Yes." He seemed relieved at not having to explain himself.

"Of course. But of course, reciprocity is the way of the world, and I must insist that if I do this for you, that you will do the same for me at some later time.

"Well I don't really like to..." Katherine's clear displeasure at such hypocrisy stopped Mr Blackwood's objections. "Oh very well."

"Your word of honour as a gentleman?"

"Of course."

Mr Blackwood, his coat pulled slightly across himself to shield the telltale bulge from public scrutiny led Katherine out of the ballroom and into a corridor lined with portraits, many of which were familiar to her as ancestors she had never known. They crossed and entered another door, finding themselves in the darkness of the library where Mr Blackwood sat in a chair, while Katherine knelt in front of him and unfastened his breeches, releasing the bulge that had been uncomfortably contained since their conversation had turned indecorously personal.

"So beautiful," she murmured, stroking his straining cock with her fingertips. She licked the tip of it, tasting the saltiness as a pearl of his cream escaped. Opening her mouth wider, she took the swollen head inside, sucking on it as her tongue lapped underneath, her hand now wrapped around the base, gently massaging up and down. Slowly she took more and more into her mouth, bobbing her head back and forth, running her lips up and down the smooth shaft, tonguing the head, feeling the member grow even more in line with Mr Blackwood's increasing excitement. As her mouth swallowed the whole shaft, the head pushing against the back of her mouth, Katherine used her hand to cup his purse and gently squeeze his balls.

It did not take long with such attention that Mr Blackwood's moans began to herald his arrival. Katherine increased her speed and was soon rewarded as Mr Blackwood spent copiously in her warm, wet mouth with a flood of sticky saltiness. She swallowed this offering and gave Mr Blackwood's prick one last suck before looking up at his satisfied face.

"I do hope to see you soon, so that you can reciprocate?" she solicited, squeezing his sack a little more than would be comfortable for him.

"Yes, of course..."

"Very soon," she insisted, tightening her grip.

"Very soon," he agreed hurriedly, "is tomorrow good for you?"

"Tomorrow's perfect," she smiled, releasing her grip, "Now, I suggest we should return to the ball before we're missed."

Fun and Fornication Ch. 02



Chapter 2

Shortly after breakfast the next day, Mr and Mrs Hannard set off to town to visit an elderly aunt of Mr Hannard who had suffered a sudden illness. Anne joined them in their excursion, though her company would only last as far as the shops. Katherine was left to her own thoughts, alone in the house except for cook, who was busy in the kitchen.

It was a short period of solitude to which she was subjected, for minutes after her family had departed, there was a knock at the door of Morton Lodge. On opening the door, Katherine was greeted by the not unwelcome sight of Mr Blackwood in his riding clothes.

"Mr Blackwood, it's a pleasure to see you again so soon."

"The pleasure is all mine," Mr Blackwood replied, "Besides, you were quite insistent last night that I should visit you today." Katherine smiled as Mr Blackwood shifted uncomfortable, as both were reminded of her mistreatment of his delicate parts the previous evening.

"I'm afraid I'm all alone," Katherine informed Mr Blackwood, stepping backwards to invite his advance into the house. "I hope you won't consider it improper to come in and keep me company for a few hours."

Mr Blackwood's response was a little too rushed to entirely convince in his affected casual attitude, and he followed Katherine into the entrance hall. She indicated the drawing room "Will you excuse me for a moment, Mr Blackwood. I must just collect something from my room."

Katherine had been waiting in her room a little longer than she had expected before she heard the creak of a floorboard in the corridor and saw her door open. Feigning surprise, she turned to face the welcome intruder.

"Why Mr Blackwood, whatever are you doing up here?"

"This," he responded, striding towards her and taking her in his strong arms, pressing his lips to hers. Her mouth opened slightly as her whole body relaxed into his, her soft breasts pressed against his firm torso. As his lips also parted, she felt his hot breath in her mouth and his hands running over her body, exploring the softness of her waist, the roundness of her buttocks and the surprisingly sensitive line of her spine, sending a shiver of pleasure through her body. As his hands explored her captivating body, his tongue gently pushed into her mouth, gently but insistently doing its own exploration, tracing around the inside of her lips, seeking out her tongue, bringing a fresh yet indefinable scent into her mouth that seemed to spread to her throat and into her lungs, filling her with his essence.

With their lips still locked together, Mr Blackwood eased Katherine back onto the bed, his weight pressing down on her warmly, pushing her deep into the mattress. Katherine grasped his head in her hands and pulled him from her lips.

"Mr Blackwood," she whispered, his face barely an inch from hers so she could feel the heat from it on hers. "There's something I would like to try, but I'm not sure how you would feel about such a request."

Mr Blackwood assured Katherine that she need never be shy of such things and invited her to explain what it was she desired.

"Well, as you know, there is another hole," Katherine paused to ensure Mr Blackwood caught her meaning. "I have heard that the breaching of this hole normally used as an exit can bring gratification comparable, or even superior to more conventional pleasures."

"And you would like to explore this option for yourself?"

"If you would not be averse?"

"Not at all," Mr Blackwood smiled at the apparent innocence of the young Miss Hannard, an appearance which belied such lewd tastes, and also at the anticipation of the delight he would take in helping her act on them.

"I am somewhat anxious, though, Mr Blackwood, that in the throes of passion you may get carried away and hurt me, without, of course any intention of doing so."

"I do assure you, Miss Hannard, that I will be most careful not to injure you in any way."

"While I trust the word of an honourable gentleman, it would put my mind at rest if you permitted me to control the episode."

"Of course." Mr Blackwood was prepared to make any reasonable concession in order to ensure that his anticipated pleasure would come to pass.

"Well then," Katherine hesitated coyly, "Do you object to my restricting your movement by binding you to the bed?"

Mr Blackwood hesitated for a moment, but his passion over-ruled all other cares and he put himself in Katherine's hands.

They stood up, and Katherine slowly removed Mr Blackwood's garments slowly, exploring his body inch by inch with her mouth and hands. Her focus was on prolonging her own pleasure in delaying it while simultaneously arousing Mr Blackwood to greater and greater heights, noting with satisfaction the firmness of his member when she finally removed his breeches. Mr Blackwood was concentrating on passively allowing Katherine control, proving that he was worthy of her trust, worthy of the thrill she would soon bestow on him. He almost lost control as she grasped his rock hard prick, wanting to throw her onto the bed and force himself on her, but he resisted the temptation and allowed her to lead him to the edge of the bed by the solid handle that she had decided was the most appropriate way to control him.

He lay back on the bed and lifted his arms so she could use short lengths of cord which were produced from under the bed to fasten his wrists firmly to the wooden posts which were at each top corner of it. He made no objection as she took each leg in turn and fastened each ankle to the corresponding posts at the foot of the bed, even though it pulled his legs uncomfortably apart. The continued rigidity of his cock attested to his passion which would permit any indignity in pursuit of its object.

Only when Katherine pushed a pillow under his rump did Mr Blackwood speak. "Why are you doing that?" he enquired.

Katherine fondled his cock gently and smiled at him. "I believe it should make it easier for me to access what I desire."

Mr Blackwood looked at his elevated cock and decided that she was probably right. His enjoyment was rapidly increased as Katherine began removing her own clothes, revealing the exquisitely moulded breasts she had described to him with their pointed pink tips. Katherine was evidently enjoying his attention as she unhurriedly ran her hands over them, pinching the stiff nipples. She leaned them close to Mr Blackwood's face.

"Did my description do them justice, would you say?" she enquired teasingly. Mr Blackwood's increased breathing was answer enough. "Perhaps you'd like to suck them?" She leaned closer still, so the pinkness of her nipples was almost within reach of the pinkness of Mr Blackwood's tongue as he craned his neck to reach them. She pulled back, laughing. "Maybe another time. Have you forgotten we already have plans?"

Mr Blackwood had not forgotten the other plans, and his excitement only grew as Katherine slipped fully out of her dress, standing naked at the side of the bed, her lovely bush level with his face, the soft lips just visible between her luscious thighs. She caressed his face. "Nearly time, my darling," she told him. "I can see you're eager to begin."

Mr Blackwood glanced down at the telltale organ which nearly exploded as Katherine bent over, giving him a close view of the tight hole he was waiting to possess. "You have such a beautiful derriere," he murmured, "I can't wait to..."

"Oh, I do apologise," Katherine replied sweetly, "you seem to have misunderstood. You won't be taking my backside. I'll be taking yours." It was then that Mr Blackwood noticed what Katherine had just taken from beneath the bed. It was a phallus, a similar size to his own in its current engorged state, but carved from a polished hardwood and attached to a leather belt which Katherine was fastening around her waist and between her legs.

Mr Blackwood desperately tried to twist his wrists out of their restraints. The panic on his face was clear. Katherine laughed. "Don't be so worried," she reassured him, "I do assure you, Mr Blackwood, that I will be most careful not to injure you in any way. And besides, the knots are secure, I am very proficient in their tying, so there is an inevitability in what is going to happen."

"Miss Hannard, please..."

"Mr Blackwood, there will be plenty of time for you to plead and beg, but first, may I suggest you put your mouth to better use? My toy will be going into your fundament. I am led to believe it is less uncomfortable if it is well lubricated first." Katherine leaned the phallus towards Mr Blackwood's mouth.

"No!" He cried. "I can't!"

"Very well. It is your choice. This may hurt at first." Katherine stepped down the bed.

"Oh very well," Mr Blackwood resigned himself to his fate.

"Very well?" asked Katherine.

"I'll do it."

"You'll do what? Tell me what you want."

"I'll take your toy in my mouth."

"I don't know...you don't sound as if you really want it. Maybe if you asked more convincingly."

Mr Blackwood sighed. He knew he was defeated yet he did not want to admit it. He desperately searched his mind for an alternative, but as Katherine took another step down the bed, he conceded. "Please Miss Hannard, let me suck your toy."

Katherine smiled and stepped back to Mr Blackwood's head. "That's better. Was that so difficult?" Mr Blackwood could not tell her how difficult it had been, even if she was not already pushing the wooden prick into his mouth. He desperately tried to coat it in his saliva as she reached one hand behind his head and started pushing deep into the back of his mouth, making him gag. With one knee on the side of the bed, Katherine started driving back and forth, ramming her cock in and out of his mouth, watching his eyes water with every plunge, her hand firmly on the back of his head, pushing him onto each thrust, grinding the wooden base against her own sensitive parts, driving her to greater exertion, building the warmth inside her.

A moan escaped from Mr Blackwood's throat. Katherine regained her self control and stopped reaming Mr Blackwood's mouth, but without withdrawing. "Are we ready to begin?" she asked.

Gagged by the wooden rod, Mr Blackwood could only gurgle and nod dejectedly. Katherine eased out of his mouth and worked her way down between his legs. She was not a little surprised that his own rod was harder than ever.

"Please, Miss Hannard, you can stop now."

"Stop? I haven't even started yet. And besides, it looks like you're enjoying this as much as me." She reached her fingers under the leather belt into her wetness, feeling the snug, warm moisture. Her fingers came out drenched in her juices. Seizing his cock with her free hand she wiped her sap onto his tight hole, revelling in his complaints, before easing the tip of one finger inside, pushing it back and forth. A second finger followed, and a third, slowly stretching the muscle that tried to block her entry. She tried opening her fingers with only slight success. She pulled her fingers out and presented the tip of her cock, pressing firmly against the hole.

"Relax," she told him. "It'll hurt less and you might even start enjoying it." But Mr Blackwood was unable to relax. Katherine let go of his cock and took hold of his buttocks with both hands, pulling his hole wider with her thumbs. This was all she needed and she managed to breach the entrance. By now Mr Blackwood's complaints had descended into incoherent moans of pain and humiliation. When Katherine started working her prick in and out, slamming it deep inside his passage, these moans grew into sharper cries. Once again, while the point of the wooden cock was driving into Mr Blackwood, the base was grinding into Katherine, and her pleasure once more began to mount. Thus distracted, she could not identify the point when Mr Blackwood's cries began to be of both pain and pleasure, but she was conscious enough of him to take his cock in her hand and start working it up and down, rubbing it from hilt to tip as she continued to drive her own cock deep inside him. Their pleasure grew together, but Mr Blackwood reached his peak first, in an explosion that sent his seed spurting all over his torso and Katherine's hand.

It was too much for Katherine. She unfastened the belt and, leaving the wooden shaft buried in his hindquarters, leapt onto Mr Blackwood's face, gripping the back of his head with both hands, squeezing him to her, grinding herself against him as he instinctively moved his tongue, lapping at the juices that flowed from her and smeared all over him. It took but a moment for her to reach an explosive climax, her belly throbbing with pleasure, her whole body jerking before she collapsed backwards onto his torso.

She reached behind her head and pulled the wooden shaft from its resting place and dropped it onto the bed.

"If you ever speak a word of this to anyone..." Mr Blackwood's voice came from between her legs.

"My lips are sealed," she replied. "Why would I risk losing my favourite plaything?" She turned her head to see his now soft cock by her cheek. She licked the last creamy drop from its tip and stroked the shaft lovingly.



Fun and Fornication Ch. 03



Mr Blackwood became the most popular man in the eyes of the young ladies of the district when he announced the second ball in as many weeks was to be held at Morton Hall. The Hannard family were, of course, invited, which pleased each in their own way. Anne was pleased to be able to meet her friends without travelling further than Morton Hall, while Mrs Hannard had noticed the warmth shown by Mr Blackwood to her elder daughter and hoped that there might be the prospect of marriage on the horizon. Indeed, in her own mind she went so far as to suggest that Katherine might be the true reason for Mr Blackwood's extraordinary hospitality. Mr Blackwood, while he grumbled about 'frivolity' and 'inconsequential occupation' was clearly delighted to see his family's collective mood elevated. As for Katherine, she was thinking about what kind of private entertainment might be found for herself and Mr Blackwood behind the scenes of the more public entertainment of the ball.

The ball was held on Saturday evening, and at first it seemed that Mrs Blackwood and Katherine were to be disappointed in their hopes of Mr Blackwood, as his company was demanded by many of the other young ladies of the neighbourhood thanking him for his generosity and demanding, in the subtle but unopposable manner unique to young single ladies, his partnership in a dance. As his appreciative flock began to tire and dispersed to enjoy the other attractions present at the ball, Mr Blackwood was able to elude the last few of his admirers and present himself to Katherine as her mother discreetly retired to leave the two alone.

"Miss Hannard, I hope you don't feel I have been negligent of you this evening?"

"Not at all, Mr Blackwood." Katherine smiled, "Anyone could see that you had your time filled for you both pleasantly and persistently."

Mrs Hannard watched, not entirely approvingly, but unable to entirely condemn, as Katherine and Mr Blackwood slipped out of the main hall to be alone together. Walking quickly, Mr Blackwood led Katherine to the library where they had first become intimately acquainted just a week before. Once inside, with the door closed behind them, Mr Blackwood threw off his jacket and pushed Katherine against a wall, crushing her against the bookshelves, feeling the warmth and softness of her body as his lips attacked hers, his hands already exploring the gentle curves and firm mounds that burned in his mind and drew him to her.

Katherine broke the kiss. "I hope there's no ill-will concerning our lat encounter?" she whispered, softly but teasingly.

"How could I hold a grudge against one so beautiful?" responded Mr Blackwood. "I will, however, be more careful in future with regard to whom I allow to immobilise me."

"You mean I can't tie you up again?" Katherine pouted playfully, "I feel hurt that you don't trust me."

"Not for a while, at least," Mr Blackwood remembered far too freshly the abuse his fundament had suffered while he was helplessly trussed to Katherine's bed. "In fact, I believe it's my turn to tie you up."

Katherine resisted, more for the sake of form than through fear of what Mr Blackwood might do to her. After all, as he proved, his strength was too great for her to successfully defy him in any equal match of physical strength. He forced her arms over her head, holding both wrists in one hand while with the other he produced a silk scarf from one of the shelves and tied a quick but tight knot, fastening her hands together. The soft smoothness of the silk, light against her skin contrasted with the constricting tightness. Katherine felt her heart racing, combining the thrill of the situation with the anxiety of not knowing what was to come.

Mr Blackwood, with one arm around her waist, the other still holding her hands, lifted Katherine in the air. She felt his hot cheek next to hers and saw his neck just inches from her face. She leant closer and kissed the warm skin, then lowering her mouth to his shoulder, bit sharply through his shirt. Katherine smiled with satisfaction as Mr Blackwood suppressed a cry of pain, and she returned to nuzzling his neck. He pushed her bound hands up and over a hook that was attached to the wall and let her go. Her body was stretched out, and though her toes touched the floor, she was unable to move herself other than turning slightly from one side to the other.

Mr Blackwood stepped back to admire his quarry, rubbing his injured shoulder. "Very nice," he said, unclear as to whether he meant Katherine herself or the situation into which he had placed her. He reached out a hand and roughly caressed one soft breast through Katherine's dress. He felt the hardness of the erect nipple and laughed. "So you don't mind which of us is tied up, it seems. Shall we see if you're as agitated by the situation as I am?"

He bent down and reached under the seam of Katherine's dress, his hands lightly grasping her ankles. Katherine felt his hands slowly ease their way upwards, the skin on them almost as soft as the skin on her legs, his touch warm and provoking. She tried not to become aroused by his delicate touch, but she knew her efforts were in vain, that when he reached his target he would have the satisfaction of knowing he had inflamed her desires. As his hands rose higher, her dress was lifted by his arms, exposing more and more of her to his ravenous view. By the time his touch had reached above her knees and worked their way to the tender inner thighs, almost imperceptibly pulling them apart, Mr Blackwood was kneeling in front of her, his lips delicately kissing the smooth skin as his fingers stroked it.

"Maybe I should return that nip you gave me," he whispered, taking a pinch of white skin between his teeth. But he held it gently for a moment before releasing it and resuming his upward exploration. He allowed her dress to fall, enveloping him in his own private paradise. Holding her legs with both hands, he buried his nose into her most secret place, breathing in her damp scent with delight before allowing himself a quick taste, his tongue surveying the wetness, causing Katherine to shudder with pleasure.

"You really are a wicked and depraved young woman," he murmured, sliding a finger into the tight opening, revelling in the firm softness, the wetness of her, "I really should punish you for your wickedness."

He slowly pulled his finger out, letting it slide up her velvet lips. "Of course, that bite isn't the only personal reason I have to punish you." He pushed his hands between her legs and pushed his moistened finger at her other hole. After a momentary resistance, it slipped in, the muscle gripping it, but the wetness allowing him to slide it right in before beginning to ease it back and forth. "Maybe I should do to you what you did to me when you had me tied up. What say you to that?"

He licked her soaking wet fissure again. As he did so, he felt her grip on his finger tighten, and he thought he heard her moan faintly.

"But time is short, and we will be missed if we do not return soon to the ball. I think we should save full retribution for another time when I can enjoy myself without feeling hurried. For now, I have a better idea. He removed his teasing finger and stepped out from beneath Katherine's dress.

"An uncle of mine went off exploring the Far East, and he returned with many fascinating items. He gave me this, and I have been waiting for an opportunity to assess its capabilities."

He removed an object from behind a row of books. As he unwrapped it, it became clear what it was. It was a large wooden phallus similar to that with which Katherine had violated Mr Blackwood, except that this one, still attached to a leather belt, was on the inside rather than the outside. Also, the surface of it, though smooth, was not flat, being elaborately carved into a series of interconnecting ridges in spirals around the full length of the thing. He rocked it gently backwards and forwards in front of Katherine's face, and it shook in his grip. "Cunning fellows, those Cathays. It has a system of weights inside it which mean that as it is moved around it trembles. I hope you don't mind trying it out for me." Katherine gave no sign of objecting. "Good. Of course, you were going to test it for me whether you minded or not."

Mr Blackwood kneeled again and lifted Katherine's dress. With one hand gently but firmly holding her legs, he gradually, teasingly, pushed the wooden member into her welcoming honey pot. As it went deeper, he reached his hand around to the plump swelling of her enchanting behind to prevent the agitated squirming that was already presenting itself as she felt the delightful thrill of being filled.

Once fully inside, Mr Blackwood took the straps that connected to the phallus and attached them between her legs and around her waist. Katherine felt the leather tighten, first on her sensitive and engorged vulva, then around her narrow waist. Once Mr Blackwood had carefully checked the straps, running his fingers lovingly over her skin as much as the leather, causing little darts of fire to shoot through her skin, Katherine heard a little click, and Mr Blackwood emerged from beneath her dress.

Reaching an arm behind her back, he kissed her again, his mouth exploring hers, breathing in her breath when she gasped as his free hand reached between her legs and pressed the end of his toy even deeper inside her. He drew back no more than an inch or two and looked into her beautiful eyes. "Shall we get back to the ball?"

Once untied, Katherine found it hard to remain upright. It was not just having been on tiptoes for so long, it was that she could feel the dildo titillating her. As she walked, the thing trembled against the sensitive walls of her temple and seemed even to rock in and out a little, traitorously causing her pleasure enough to prevent her legs from performing their normal function. If she stood still, the teasing presence was a constant reminder of her permanent arousal, mocking her, daring her to make just that slightest movement which would send pleasure pulsing through her body. It was not just the toy itself that caused her arousal, for every time it moved, the leather strap pressed a little more or a little less against her stiffened bud; every time it shook, the vibrations were carried along the leather to it. It was hard to tell, but Katherine also thought the situation of being forced into arousal in front of her family and friends was also adding to the stimulation.

Mr Blackwood took her hand and led her back to the ballroom, her body slightly hunched and tense in a vain attempt to control the sensation that was being relentlessly built inside her. She sat down beside her mother. Even the act of sitting, pushing the instrument of her delicious torture deeper inside her, was almost unendurable, exquisite bliss.

"Will you excuse me?" said Mr Blackwood. "There is something I really must attend to." He kissed Katherine's unnoticing hand, bowed to her mother and left, disappearing into the throng of dancers.

"He is a very charming man," observed Mrs Hannard. Unphased by her daughter's lack of response, she continued to discuss the virtues of the man she barely knew but was already considering a son. After a few minutes she broke off and stared at her daughter. "Are you feeling quite well?" she asked.

Katherine looked up, shocked out of her reverie by this direct interrogation. "Quite well, thank you mother."

"It's just you were rocking back and forth in your seat." 

Katherine realised that her mother was right. She had unconsciously been moving the toy inside her to build her pleasure. She immediately sat upright, though the sudden movement set off a whole new chain of vibration that made it hard for her to control her voice when she answered her mother. "I was just thinking."

"And I'm sure I know what you were thinking about." Mrs Hannard returned to her tribute of the fine qualities of Mr Blackwood, interrupted only when one of the lieutenants of the local regiment came to ask Katherine for a dance.

"I'm not sure that I..." Katherine's excuses caught in her throat.

"Oh don't be silly," Mrs Hannard virtually dragged Katherine to her feet and handed her to the officer. "I'm sure Mr Blackwood wouldn't mind you dancing with another gentleman."

Katherine accompanied the young lieutenant onto the floor, her legs trembling once more as the phallus once more began to move and quiver with more freedom. She saw Mr Blackwood's smiling, taunting face as he watched her, stepping closer. Once the dance started, she lost sight of him as she began to lose control over her body. The energetic movements of her body were mirrored inside her and she began to lose what control she had managed to keep until then. She felt the fire inside her raging, and she could not keep inside the cries of pleasure that forced their way out of her throat. Soon, it was too much and she screamed in ecstasy and fell to the floor, twitching with the bliss she had tried to fight, but which had overcome her anyway. Her fingernails dug into her palms as her hands gripped into tight fists, leaving half-moon wounds, but Katherine was oblivious to the pain as her body throbbed with the overwhelming sensation which started in her belly but filled her whole being.

Her partner picked her up and carried her to a chair, the rocking of her body as he carried her rocking the mechanism inside of her to stimulate the now hypersensitive tissue. She withstood this torment with only some more sighs and was able to recover some degree of composure once she sat down still. She realised that everyone in the room was watching her while the lieutenant apologised profusely for making her dance when she was clearly unwell. Her mother, fighting her way through the onlookers also apologised, saying how she knew Katherine must have been ill, being so quiet and pale and calling immediately for their coach to be brought round.

Katherine recovered enough to reassure her dance partner that she bore him no malice, and that he could not be blamed for her collapse, before exiting, supported on her mother's arm, moaning with the pleasure that she was glad to note others took for sickness.

The coach ride home was a frenzied agony of rapture for Katherine. The rocking of the coach caused untold movement in the weights, shaking the toy even more than it had when she was dancing. Moreover, every time the coach hit a bump, the weights drove it deep inside, as if it were right at the heart of her being. Mrs Hannard protested to the driver constantly during the journey, as Katherine sighed, moaned and whimpered all the way home, Mr Blackwood's toy raising her again to her ultimate pleasure, and keeping her there, with a series of climaxes that seemed like they would never end.

Once home, Katherine was sent immediately to bed, where she lay as still as possible, but unable to control the subtle trembling of the dildo which kept her on the edges of anguished pleasure. Her mother sent for the doctor who fortunately did not examine Katherine too closely and accepted her explanation of having eaten something that disagreed with her. He told her to rest and promised to return the next day if she were still indisposed.

Happily for Katherine, the doctor had seen no cause to examine her too closely. As soon as she was permitted the leisure of solitude, she examined the contraption Mr Blackwood had fastened to her. It was her first chance to do so after the crowded ball and the close attentions of her mother when she supposed her daughter to be unwell.

Katherine's trembling hands lifted the skirt of her shift, carefully avoiding unnecessarily sharp movement. Even so, the slight movement combined with the tension of her internal muscles against the hard wood set her body quivering again. She saw that the belt was locked tightly around her waist. Her efforts to loosen the bonds, to force the belt over her hips were in vain, and simply set the device in motion again, its throbbing indistinguishable from the throbbing of her over stimulated loins. She gave up with a moan which an observer may have struggled to identify, pleasure or pain.

It may have been minutes later, though it seemed like hours of delectable ordeal to Katherine, when she heard someone clambering through her open window. Twisting her head, she saw the grinning visage of the architect of her current situation. Her language in requesting the removal of his toy was by no means as ladylike as might be expected of someone in Katherine's social position, but it did not seem to affect Mr Blackwood's good humour. Indeed his smile seemed to broaden in response.

"Don't you like it?" he enquired. "It seemed to be acting according to its creator's intention."

Katherine responded with a violent movement which set off more movements inside her fatigued vulva, and she fell back onto her bed, unable to defend her honour as Mr Blackwood examined her with an impudent intimacy. He ran his finger between her legs, luxuriating in the nectar that had been pouring from her for what had seemed an eternity. He licked his finger mockingly.

"Please," moaned Katherine, "Please take it out."

"I don't know."

"Please. I'll do anything, just take it out."

"Anything?" Mr Blackwood raised an eyebrow with interest.

"Anything. I swear."

"Very well." Mr Blackwood pulled a key from around his neck on a silver chain with deliberate slowness. He turned it in the lock, unfastening the belt, and slowly drawing the whole contrivance from its comfortable harbour with a wet, sucking noise and a gasp from Katherine. The wood shone with Katherine's sweet dew.

Katherine, lying back with relief, suddenly released from her rapture, was surprised to be presented with the drenched wooden cock as Mr Blackwood pushed it between her lips, but she obediently sucked her own juices from it as he gently worked it in and out of her whimpering mouth.

Mr Blackwood stroked the soft, hot, sopping flesh between Katherine's legs one last time, causing her to spasm and groan before standing up. "Rest now," he told her, "I'll be back to collect on your promise."

With a backward glance at Katherine, already asleep with exhaustion, Mr Blackwood slipped out of the window, already planning the next stage of his revenge.



Fun and Fornication Ch. 04



It was fully a week before Mr Blackwood presented himself at Morton Lodge. He excused his absence, which he explained was due to his being called away to town on urgent business. Mr and Mrs Hannard accepted this explanation as those with no reason to suspect otherwise would, but Katherine suspected that his failure to present himself sooner was due more to their unfinished business than to his more mundane business.

Indeed, while the week of separation had allowed Katherine to more or less recover physically from the exhaustion that had attended her particular exertions, emotionally she had grown in suffering as her imaginings had developed as to how Mr Blackwood might enforce her promise that she would do anything. In her more rational moods, she realised that whatever he might ask of her, it could not be as bad as the anticipation of it, and she persuaded herself that this anticipation was deliberately introduced as part of his game.

It was with a mix of relief and anxiety therefore, that Katherine accepted Mr Blackwood's invitation to join him in a walk to Morton Hall. The walk passed pleasantly as they strolled in the sunshine, discussing the weather, the wildflowers and any other cheery subjects that came to mind. Once at Morton Hall, however, Mr Blackwood lost some of his loquacity and Katherine's anxiety began to return. An observer would have noticed that their pace increased and neither looked around as much as they had before entering the grounds. Indeed were it not for the gardener standing and doffing his cap to them, it is unlikely that they would have noticed his presence at all.

"Good afternoon Thomas," Mr Blackwood greeted the young man. A short conversation followed on the subject of what to plant on the West side of the house, the conclusion of which was missed by Katherine as her thoughts returned to the debt she would soon be paying. As Thomas returned to the beds he was attending, Mr Blackwood led Katherine into the house and upstairs. They entered a room which, despite the brightness of the day, was dim, due to the heavy curtains which were drawn across the window.

"You remember what you told me before I left you last week?" asked Mr Blackwood.

Katherine nodded. "I remember."

"And you intend to honour your promise?"

"Of course." Katherine intended her reply to sound strong, defiant, but she felt sure that Mr Blackwood had noticed her voice quaver slightly. Certainly he smiled as he heard the words.

"Good." He sat in a chair, his hands resting easily in his lap, his eyes on her, a half smile on his face that unsettled her more than she had expected. "You may remove your clothes."

The calmness in his voice did nothing to calm Katherine's nerves. She could feel her heart thudding in her chest as she fumbled at the button of her dress. Her hands were clumsy which added to the sensation of being in a dream, made all the stranger by Mr Blackwood's calm attention. As she pulled the dress off one shoulder, though, revealing one lovely breast, she thought she discerned a slightly sharper than usual intake of breath from her observer, and a shift in position that suggested his hands were not merely resting in his lap but shielding from view his involuntary response to his game. As Katherine let the dress slip to the floor, she saw Mr Blackwood's half smile turn into a more lustful look of concentration. She bent down to remove her shoes, but Mr Blackwood stopped her.

"No. Leave them on. I like you just like that."

Katherine stood before Mr Blackwood, naked apart from her shoes. She deliberately held her arms by her side, allowing him to see her fully, refusing to allow him the victory of seeing her try to cover her bare flesh.

"Turn around—slowly." She did as she was asked, relishing the appreciative sounds that escaped Mr Blackwood's lips. "Come here. Stand in front of me."

Her breasts swayed slightly as she stepped forward, and she felt Mr Blackwood's eyes burning them as he admired their movement. Even naked before him, she knew she still retained some degree of power over him, and her nipples grew hard in the few steps she took while he stared. He glanced lower for a second, then into her eyes. "I think you may be enjoying yourself a little too much," he remarked, reaching one hand out. Katherine flinched slightly as his fingers plucked playfully at her dark thatch, then forced herself to relax. His fingers continued their unhurried exploration, running up and down her pink lips, feeling them start to swell and separate before one finger pushed its way into the soft entrance, feeling the telltale wetness that Katherine would have preferred to keep to herself on this occasion. As this invading finger probed into the sensitive flesh, curling back on itself to work the sensitive front wall of her passage, sending warm sensations deep into her core, Katherine was unable to suppress a sigh of pleasure. Immediately Mr Blackwood removed the delightfully invasive digit.

"Show me how you touch yourself when you're alone," he instructed. Katherine hesitated. "Unless you want to back out of your promise." It was not simply the promise, but the hunger of her loins that forced Katherine to obey. Her hand took over where Mr Blackwood's had abandoned her. Two fingers plunged deep inside her, reawakening the fire that had been ignited a moment before. She felt her fingers being grasped by the wet muscle and squeezed herself even tighter around them to increase the sensation as she slid them in and out, slowly at first, building the warm tense feeling inside her as she looked Mr Blackwood in the eye. His breathing increased in unison with hers. She remembered the previous week when these sensations were an unwelcome and involuntary effect of his toy, but now all she could think of was bringing herself to an explosive climax.

More! She needed more. A third finger joined the two already inside her, and she ground her palm against her inflamed button. She closed her eyes and reached her free hand out to steady herself as her legs weakened and she bent over, using the new position to increase the pressure, increase the pleasure that her hand was giving her. Flashes of light danced on the inside of her eyelids and she felt her body trembling. Her moans became louder and more urgent as she felt herself approaching her peak.

Suddenly her hand stopped moving. Something was stopping it. Katherine opened her eyes, staring wildly around. Mr Blackwood was gripping her wrist. She tried to grind herself against her unexpectedly motionless hand, but it was pulled clear of its target. 

"Not yet," she was told. "I haven't had nearly enough fun with you yet." Katherine felt her hard-won build up of pleasure draining away in a massive anticlimax. Her eyes settled for a moment on the hand she had used to steady herself and she felt a minor victory when she saw that she had been holding Mr Blackwood's thigh, and that where her nails had dug in, small spots of blood were staining his breeches.

She had no time to see anything else, for Mr Blackwood led her to the curtained window and swiftly bound each wrist to a cord attached to the wall at the side of it. Secured as she was, were it not for the curtain, her nakedness would be on full display to anyone who happened to glance at the window. Her shelter against exposure was not to last however, for not only did Mr Blackwood draw the curtains, he reached over her naked shoulder and threw the window open, exposing her to the warm afternoon sun.

As Mr Blackwood's hands reacquainted themselves with her body, tracing their way around her breasts, stroking the soft skin from her armpits to her elbows, back again to run down to her hips and onto her throbbing belly, pinching her nipples, plucking at them, Katherine saw that whatever Mr Blackwood's advice to the gardener about the west side of the house, he was putting it into practice, for not twenty yards distant from the window where she was currently securely fastened, he was examining one of the flowerbeds. Panicked, she turned her head to her captor. "Thomas is just down there!" she whispered fiercely.

"I know. Exciting, isn't it?"

The strange thing was, it was rather exciting to be suspended naked above the head of a potential spectator who only had to glance up to witness a most unusual spectacle. And from the firm pressure on her naked buttocks through his breeches, clearly Mr Blackwood was also stirred by the thought. The pressure did not last long, however, as Mr Blackwood unfastened his breeches and released his member. With his hands firmly grasping Katherine's hips, he used one foot to push her feet apart, and pulled her onto his rigid cock. Clearly he was in the mood to prolong his pleasure, for once inside her he paused, holding her to him, his flesh inside hers, filling her, recreating that familiar itch, the hunger for movement, for friction, but still he refused to satisfy her desires and his own. He pressed his strong chest against her back, cupping her breasts with his hands and kissing her neck, delicate little kisses in a chain from one ear, around the nape of her neck to the other ear. As he started to return, Katherine decided that she would have to take charge. She began tensing and relaxing her muscles, gripping and releasing the unmoving hard flesh inside her.

In response, Mr Blackwood began to thrust, gently at first, but enough to persuade Katherine that relief would be forthcoming. Long, slow strokes of his temperate and friendly weapon made her start to melt inside. If it wasn't for the cords holding her arms and his hands, again gripping her hips, she would have fallen to the floor as for the second time that afternoon, her legs weakened with the increasing pleasure.

Mr Blackwood took one hand from her hip and, wrapping it in her hair, he pulled her head back, wetly pressing his hot mouth to her flushed cheek. As he started to drive harder into her, using her hair as a bridle, he pulled her back to meet his thrusts.

Momentarily forgetting her situation, Katherine allowed a groan of pleasure to explode out of her. She quickly clamped her jaw closed, but it was too late. Thomas, who had been gardening quietly, oblivious to the scene taking place just above him, was abruptly made aware of it as he sought out the origin of the noise he had heard. It took just a second for him to identify the window and the originator of the sound. Once he saw Katherine's exquisite naked body, he quickly turned away. Of course he was unable to maintain such an honourable position; glancing over his shoulder, he realised that she knew he had seen her, and yet she was still there. He stared at her, slowly realising by the movement of her body what was happening to her.

Katharine was unable to take her eyes off the gardener. She was caught between shame in her nudity and pride in the effect that it was having on this man, for there was no doubt that Thomas was enjoying what he saw. The result of this on her was increased excitement and desire, and she pushed herself back onto Mr Blackwood's cock with increasing force and frenzy, feeding her lust.

The pressure building inside her almost exploded instantly as she saw Thomas pull his own cock out and start playing with it. She, Katherine Hannard was driving a man to the pinnacle of lustful pleasure, and not only that, even at this distance she could see that while he might be scruffy in his everyday appearance, he had the most beautiful cock she had ever seen, no less than eight inches long, and so fat that his hand didn't come close to wrapping itself around it.

Thomas' hand stroked up and down his enormous prick, and Katherine matched his rhythm as she moved back and forth on that of Mr Blackwood. All the time, Thomas watched Katherine, and Katherine watched him, as did Mr Blackwood from his position behind her thrusting rump. Katharine's now unstifled moans spurred Thomas on to faster movements of his hand up and down his leaping shaft, and still she matched his speed, plunging her ravenous hole brutally onto Mr Blackwood's welcoming cock, the fire inside her, the pleasure of being watched, of being taken publicly, of being an arousing force, a sexual goddess driving her wild with desire.

As Thomas' cock spurted its seed in a powerful jet across the flowerbeds he had been attending, Katherine screamed, her nails digging into the palms of her hands in fists of exultation as she felt her own pleasure culminate in a throbbing, pulsating, quivering surge of energy which shook her entire body causing Mr Blackwood to flood her with his own offering, pumping deep inside her before virtually collapsing on her back, semi-consciously kissing the sweat that had coated her as a result of her exertions. Katherine herself had collapsed and was hanging exhausted from her bonds.

Mr Blackwood withdrew his softening member from Katherine and fastened his breeches. Leaving her bound in the window, slowly returning to her senses, he stepped out of the room.

Katherine had just managed to regain her feet when she heard hushed voices approaching the door behind her. She twisted herself around in time to see Mr Blackwood leading Thomas into the room. Thomas was clutching his cap in both hands and looked nervous. 

"When are you going to get another chance like this?" Mr Blackwood asked the young gardener, putting his arm around him and almost dragging him over so he stood directly behind Katherine. Katherine, now exposed to the sight of Thomas while in the same room could not hide her embarrassment and turned away to avoid his gaze.

"I don't know, sir, it doesn't seem right." Thomas' voice was quiet and it shook. It was hard to tell how much of this was due to desire, how much nerves, and how much embarrassment. 

Whatever it was, the softness of his voice combined with the memory of his gorgeous cock had an extraordinary effect on Katherine. Once again she turned her head, looked Thomas in the eye and whispered "Do it."

As Thomas fumbled to free his already rehardened member, Katherine spread her legs to prepare for the assault of this formidable assailant. He presented the tip at the entrance to her hole and started to push. Katherine gasped as she felt herself stretched. It felt like she was going to be torn in half, but Thomas' surprising gentleness as he eased deeper and deeper into her warmth allowed her to accommodate his girth, and eventually the full length of his mighty cock, deeper than any man had ever thrust into her before. Once inside, he slowly began to rock back and forth, each stroke drawing a cry of anguished pleasure from his quarry, gradually increasing the violence of his thrusts as Katherine's body adapted to its invader until, with his rough, strong hands kneading her breasts, he was driving his cock into her with all his might, no longer thinking about what he was doing but combining his primal instinct with hers as they worked towards a second climax.

Despite the rapid escalation of her excitement, Katherine managed to look around to see Mr Blackwood sat in his chair with what looked like a large book held in front of him, low enough so he could see the progress of the scene in front of him. Katherine turned back to the window to concentrate on the stimulation of Thomas' enormous pounding cock inside her, turning her insides to a trembling, fiery mass of jelly. Now, each time he thrust was producing an ever louder scream of pure pleasure, culminating in a throbbing shriek as, for a second time she collapsed to hang in her bonds, except this time Thomas' seed was not spurting onto flowerbeds, but shooting deep inside her aching, pulsating belly.

Thomas mumbled some words of thanks to which Katherine could only reply with unintended honesty "It was my pleasure." The gardener then hurried out, leaving Katherine alone with Mr Blackwood. He walked over to her and held his book in front of her. It turned out to be a drawing pad on which was a surprisingly detailed and accurate sketch of her being attended to by Thomas.

"Quite a good likeness, I think," commented Mr Blackwood. "I think I might have it framed. Now, if you don't mind, I'll leave you there while I get a few more sketches. Too good an opportunity to miss, I'd say."



Fun and Fornication Ch. 05



Shortly after breakfast, Katherine Hannard waited, mounted on a chestnut gelding outside Morton Lodge. She smiled as she saw an already familiar figure ride in through the gates and up the drive.

"Mr Blackwood! What a pleasant surprise."

"You are too kind, Miss Hannard" he bowed politely, "though from your countenance I doubt that my visit was entirely surprising to you."

"Would you care to ride with me?" asked Katherine with a slight smile. "I thought a canter around the grounds might be...invigorating."

"I would be delighted, though might it not seem improper for the two of us to go riding unchaperoned?"

"Propriety is not as black and white as some might suggest," said Katherine. She leaned towards Mr Blackwood and lowered her voice, "As you suggest, it might seem improper for us to ride alone, but it would seem even less acceptable to conduct ourselves in the fashion I intend with others in attendance."

This was sufficient encouragement to persuade Mr Blackwood that he had been forgiven for his recent treatment of her and would enjoy a ride with Katherine. "I accept your reasoning," he acknowledged. "Which way should we ride?"

With a quick flick of her riding crop, Katherine set off at speed across the lawns. Mr Blackwood pulling his mount's head around and galloping after her, caught up as she ascended a hill on top of which was a small copse, on entering which, Katherine slid from the saddle and tied the reins to one of the trees. Mr Blackwood watched her with curious amusement.

"Oh, it is warm work, is it not, Mr Blackwood?"

"But we have barely ridden two minutes."

"Well maybe you are content mounted on that beast, but for myself, I feel the need to cool down." Katherine unfastened the three buttons on the front of her dress, revealing the smooth swellings of her pert breasts. She smiled as a sly glance at Mr Blackwood's breeches informed her that her actions were having their desired effect. She pulled her dress open, releasing herself more fully to Mr Blackwood's lustful gaze. Her nipples, pink as rose petals were already hardening into sensitive little knots as she traced her fingers over them.

"Perhaps it is a little warm." Mr Blackwood looked over his shoulder at the house and swung himself off his horse, carelessly throwing the reins around the nearest branch and stepping towards Katherine.

"A little further in," insisted Katherine, stepping backwards, "just to make sure we're not observed."

Mr Blackwood followed Katherine as she stepped backwards a few steps, his eyes fixed on those perfect white mounds with their pink tips which seemed to have him hypnotised. She stepped to one side, behind a low hanging branch, partially obscuring herself from his view and stopped.

"Give me your hands." Mr Blackwood obeyed, slowly reaching his hands through the leaves and twigs as if in a dream. Katherine took hold of his strong hands and placed them, one over each breast, feeling the smooth, warm skin of his hands against the smooth, warm skin of her chest. He began moving his hands, fondling her soft flesh, making her flesh quiver with their exquisite lightness of touch before pinching her nipples, causing her just the right amount of pain, making her draw breath in stinging pleasure. For his part, Mr Blackwood was breathing faster than usual as he felt perfectly that which he could see but imperfectly through the tangle of leaves in front of his eyes.

Suddenly, this tangle parted with a violent jerk, and Mr Blackwood felt his arms pulled from the delicious flesh he had been delighting in and his mind pulled from its delightful reverie. Now he saw Katherine perfectly well standing before him bare chested with a knife in her delicate hands.

"What the hell is going on?" he demanded, his eyes flying between Katherine's smiling face, the knife in her hands and the ropes which held each of his hands securely above him and to either side.

"Don't you like my little surprise?" she smiled. "It took me hours to work out how to do it. Just one string to cut and you are completely incapacitated. Now the next question must be, now that you're in my power, what shall I do with you?" She brushed the back of her hand gently down his cheek, the knife glimmering wickedly an inch from his face. It would seem that the fear showed in his eye, for Katherine laughed merrily and reassured him: "Don't worry, I don't plan on using this to cut you...at least not if you behave yourself, and seeing as you don't really have a choice..."

She stepped behind him and rested her chin on his shoulder, their cheeks close enough for each to feel the warmth of the other. She pressed her soft body against his back and reached her arms round to feel the hard muscles of his chest through the coat and shirt he wore. She slowly unbuttoned the jacket, noticing a slight sheen of sweat on his face as he turned to try to look her in the eye. With the jacket undone, she was better able to run her hands over his body, but, impatient for the feel of his bare skin, she pushed the knife in at the collar of his shirt and with one swift downward motion, the razor-sharp edge cut the buttons off, leaving her free to resume her explorations of his strong body.

She nipped the side of his neck with her teeth as her hands gradually crept lower, lower, and eventually low enough to feel the less permanent hardness of his body which showed that, unsure of her intentions or not, her game was not entirely without enjoyment for him. Her hand stroked him through the thin material of his breeches, delighting in the twitching of the hidden flesh caused by her touch. With her other hand she lifted her dress and ran one finger along her sensitive slit, delighting in the honey wetness already apparent, then easing in between her swollen lips, into the warm passage that clung wetly to it, in and out, in and out, her hand gently brushing her engorged button. She matched the motions of her hands, one rubbing his hard cock, the other, her soft pussy, back and forth, in and out, her nimble fingers causing pleasure for both players in this unusual woodland scene.

A quiet moan from Mr Blackwood stopped her hands. "Not yet, Mr Blackwood," she exclaimed, "I have other plans before I decide whether I should complete your pleasure." She presented her fingers to his mouth, one at a time, allowing him to suck her juices from them, his warm mouth clinging to them just as her vulva had moments before.

"Let's get down to business, shall we," she whispered in his ear as she unbuttoned his breeches and pulled them down to the tops of his riding boots, freeing his rock hard cock, a salty pearl already leaking from its tip. She gave it one last squeeze and stepped away.

"What are you doing?" he demanded. "I appreciate your playfulness, but it's really time to set me loose."

"It's nowhere near time," she answered, and she swung her riding crop hard against his bare buttocks. She was pleased with her effort, for it made a satisfying crack and drew a sharp cry of pain from her victim. She ran her fingers along the stinging red welt, admiring it.

"Very nice," she murmured to herself.

"Stop!" cried Mr Blackwood, the initial sharp pain slowly being replaced by a prickling warmth. "I'll do anything you like, but please stop."

"Of course you'll do whatever I like," Katherine mocked, "But I'm not going to stop just yet: not when I'm enjoying myself so much."

She stepped back and swung the crop sharply half a dozen more times, the warmth growing between her legs with every crack, every cry of pain, every new mark on Mr Blackwood's white rump. Eventually the excitement was too much for her, and she pulled up her dress, her fingers rubbing her sex as she mercilessly whipped Mr Blackwood in a frenzy of orgiastic delight. Three fingers worked in and out of her sopping hole, her hand cupped over her mount of Venus, pressing down, rubbing herself to greater pleasure, all the time swinging the crop with greater and greater force against Mr Blackwood's increasingly battered flesh, his pleadings and cries of pain just exciting her more.

As her pleasure grew too much, Katherine dropped the whip and fell to her knees. With her head on the leaf-strewn ground, her hand took her over the edge of ecstasy, her cries of delight drowning out Mr Blackwood's moans of pain as waves of pleasure flowed through her body.

Katherine knelt still for a moment, her eyes closed as she gathered herself. Slowly her heart stopped racing and her breath returned to normal. Mr Blackwood's moans were quieter now, and less frequent. She looked up to see his bruised seat, no longer white, but now bruised, black, blue, with some of the angry redness still visible. She stood up and, reaching out, touched the swollen flesh with her fingertips.

"This has really gone too far. I must insist you free me this instant..." Mr Blackwood's voice was droning on and on. Katherine, ignoring his complaints, took out her handkerchief and wiped the greater part of the wetness from between her legs. Her handkerchief was barely sufficient, and was almost dripping wet when she had done. She ran her fingers tenderly through Mr Blackwood's hair, then, twisting them, gripped his hair painfully and pulled his head backwards. He stopped his complaints in pain and surprise, but left his mouth open enough for her to push her balled handkerchief in.

"If you drop my handkerchief," she hissed, jerking his head, "There'll be worse than you've had so far." She let go of his head and stroked his cheek tenderly. "Now I need something hard inside me."

Mr Blackwood looked hopefully downward. "No no no, not that," he was told as she gave his cock a nonchalant rap with the back of her hand. Katherine walked to a tree just in front of him. "I came here as a girl, and I noticed this branch..." she indicated a broken off stump coming from the trunk of the tree. It was nearly a foot long with a curiously rounded end and smooth, clean of bark. "It wasn't quite right at first, but I borrowed some tools from the gardener and brought it into shape." She was fondling the stump now, and gazing at it with warmth. "Even then it wasn't perfect, but with years of use, it's been polished into absolute beauty." She swung her leg over, and, holding the trunk to her like a lover, impaled herself on the stump, plunging it in and out of her throbbing pussy. "This is the lover who took my maidenhead, you know," she informed Mr Blackwood, looking over her shoulder at him, noting with triumph the desire in his eyes and the stiffness of his cock. One knee came up as she wrapped her leg around the tree to drive its wooden cock deeper and deeper inside her, her pleasure growing once more as she gasped with delight. "This cock is always hard, always ready for me, and it just...keeps...going!" She reached her arms above her head, grasping at the branch above her so she could lean backwards and thrust harder, faster onto the hardness that was driving her wild, making her buck and twist like a wild animal, screaming with a wild, primal bliss that permeated every part of her body, finally emptying her of all feeling as she collapsed against the tree, hugging her lover, still impaled on the every-ready rod that had given her such pleasure.

As she slowly regained her senses, she looked over at Mr Blackwood, his prick still standing to attention, his eyes still on her. She eased herself off her favourite tree and walked over to him.

"I'm not sure that I should allow you your freedom in your current state," she said dispassionately, her hand grasping his member firmly, tugging slightly at it to cause him just a little pleasurable discomfort. "You're liable to do something ungentlemanly."

He grunted softly through the handkerchief that yet gagged him. She smiled and picked up the knife from where she had dropped it on the floor. Reaching up, she cut first one, then the other rope, freeing Mr Blackwood from his bonds. He instantly grabbed her and, throwing her to the ground, pulled her skirts up and drove his cock deep inside her. It was a delicious moment for both of them as he drove in and out, forcing her down onto the sharp twigs on the forest floor, but after her teasings, a moment was all it took before he gained the release he had been hoping for since entering the copse, pumping his hot seed into her in a delirium beyond any he had ever felt before. This time, Katherine was left unsatisfied, physically at least, though she was more than content as Mr Blackwood collapsed exhausted on top of her, his cock already softening inside her, for she ran her fingers through his soft hair and knew that he was hers now and forever.



Fun and Fornication Ch. 06



I have had doubts about whether this fits with the other parts I have uploaded in this series, hence the delay in uploading. Please feel free to comment either way and let me know what you think...

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Katherine lay in the dark, uncertain as to how long she had been there. She was not even sure if it was still daylight beyond the blindfold, so cunningly had Mr Blackwood fastened the cloth to her eyes. Left for so long to herself, she thought back to the earlier events which had led to her captivity.

It would be dishonest to suggest that her visit to Mr Blackwood's home had started with honourable intentions. After all, their tumultuous acquaintance had long since given up, at least in private, any claims of propriety. Her current predicament, however, was wholly unexpected, at least to Katherine, for Mr Blackwood it may be presumed had not acted entirely without forethought.

Katherine had arrived shortly after noon, slipping unannounced through a side door in a vain effort to surprise Mr Blackwood. Whether he had anticipated her arrival, or whether he was in constant readiness was beyond Katherine's knowledge, but as she entered the large hallway of Morton Hall, she saw through the open library door Mr Blackwood calmly set down his book and rise. He smiled knowingly and walked towards her, his hands casually sat in the pockets of his jacket.

Kissing her passionately, his lips burned onto hers and she barely noticed as his hands gripped her wrists and forced her arms behind her back. It was only later that she realised why his hands had been in his pockets, but it was now that the cord he had retrieved from them bound her wrists together behind her back, the hard fibres cutting into her tender flesh. Her soft cry, blending pain and desire, melted into her lover's mouth and she felt the familiar warmth spreading from her loins through her entire body.

Her desires were to remain unsatisfied, at least for the moment, for after securely binding her eyes with a cool, smooth length of silk Mr Blackwood lifted Katherine and picked her up, carrying her to another room. Here, she felt herself laid onto a hard surface, a table where she lay awkwardly on her pinioned arms for just a moment before she felt the coldness of a knife blade slide between her wrists, giving them the illusion of freedom. It was but a second's passing though, before each arm was again secured, this time separately fastened over her head, stretched towards whatever solid object Mr Blackwood had chosen to hold her in place.

She shivered with anticipation and desire as a warm hand grasped her ankle and began to make its way higher, sliding under her dress towards an already wet, throbbing welcome at the summit of her thighs. But the hand was to disappoint her as it reached no higher than her knee before retracing its path to her ankle which soon had its own noose fastened around it, stretching it out to one side.

Shortly her other leg suffered the same fate, and Katherine found herself in a most undignified position, stretched on what she could only assume was the dining table, her arms helpless above her head and her legs forcibly spread, exposing her to any attack Mr Blackwood might choose to inflict on her. She felt the blood coursing through her body, her body which longed for his touch, yearned for his passionate attack.

She pressed her head against the table trying to dislodge the blindfold enough to see what her amorous assailant would subject her to next, but to no avail, his skill in tying it being superior to her efforts. She had not long to wait, though before she felt cold metal against her cheek. It was a knife blade, perhaps the very same that had briefly freed her now recaptured hands. Her breath caught in her throat. The awareness of the sharp edge was more chilling than the coolness of the blade itself; after all, despite their fervent exchanges she had only been acquainted with Mr Blackwood for a short time. Little in their exchanges suggested a man to be trusted not to overstep the boundaries of decency and honourable behaviour.

The knife slid down her cheek and she felt the sharp tip scratch softly but threateningly down her throat, pressing just hard enough to be felt, but not hard enough to draw blood. Perhaps it was her imagination, but she felt it pause for a second just where her pulse was pounding through her smooth skin.

As the steel continued down into the valley between her breasts, she felt a hand grasp the neckline of her dress, immediately followed by the scratching sound of the knife cutting through the fabric, exposing her delicious body to his amorous gaze. Although the knife continued cutting from the neck all the way down to her feet, not once did Katherine feel the touch of his hand on her eager flesh, the touch her inflamed body was so ready for.

Once her body was fully exposed, Katherine was sure that Mr Blackwood would ravish her. She could feel the wetness seeping out of her tight cleft and she was sure he would not be able to resist such an invitation. Her wait was not yet over, however, as Mr Blackwood showed his intentions of completely exposing her body by slitting open the sleeves of her dress, still without laying so much as a finger upon her.

After cutting open her dress, Mr Blackwood had pulled the ruined fabric from under her now feverish body, leaving nothing between it and the wooden tabletop. The sweat from her ripe behind glued her to the smooth surface but any discomfort was drowned beneath the desire to be taken by Mr Blackwood's sumptuous member.

It is impossible to describe the disappointment Katherine had felt when she heard Mr Blackwood's footsteps receding, leaving her alone, aroused and unable even to stimulate herself to the release her body craved.

This was the situation in which Katherine now found herself. She was no less inflamed than when Mr Blackwood had left her an unknown time ago. From time to time she had heard footsteps of someone approaching and she had hoped each time that this approach would herald some activity which might allow her climax, but each time she was disappointed. Sometimes the footsteps would approach and there would merely be a pause, as if she was being scrutinised, before more footsteps receding would signal the start of a further wait. A few times she felt a light hand brush her skin, the delicate inner thigh, the curve of a breast and her heart would leap, her nipples instantly harden into tight peaks as her body smouldered, and she could feel the seeping from her swollen hole increase to what felt like a flood. But the touch would go no further, leaving her ravenous as ever. Once she felt hot breath on her thigh, rising up to tease the source of her frustration, but as she arched her back to try to force some contact, even this ephemeral union was lost and once more the footsteps leaving the room left her more desperate than ever.

It did occur to Katherine that Mr Blackwood might not be the only one enjoying her predicament. He had, after all permitted his gardener Thomas to violate her in the past. Perhaps it was not Mr Blackwood's but Thomas' hands, Thomas' breath, Thomas' eyes which were teasing her. She could not even deny the possibility that any number of people, friends of Mr Blackwood, visitors, servants had witnessed her indelicate predicament. Shamefully, she could not even deny that this possibility increased her arousal. 

Now, however many hours later, still spread-eagled to the table, her frustration was consuming her. Her mind was full of visions of lines of men, faceless men, lining up and taking it in turn to fill her ravenous hole with their hard shafts, each bigger and more satisfying than the last. The thought of all these men desiring her, aroused by her, wanting to possess her made Katherine more frantic than ever. She tried tensing the muscles inside her loins to try to alleviate some of her suffering, but everything she tried just seemed to add to her hunger.

It was while lost in one of these delightful yet unsatisfying reveries that Katherine was returned to the reality of her situation, for after being undisturbed by a knock at the front door of Morton Hall, another sound chilled her to the bone, for she heard the sound of her mother addressing Mr Blackwood, and shortly after, her father's voice also spoke. She could tell that the voices did not come from the room in which she was currently incapacitated, but she could not tell if they came from behind a closed door or through an open doorway, nor could she remember whether the last set of retreating footsteps had been accompanied by the sound of a closing door.

Katherine lay, her thoughts equally on the unsatisfied longing deep in her belly and the humiliation she would feel if Mr Blackwood were to allow her parents to behold her compromising position. She realised with relief that the door between her and her parents was closed as their voices and Mr Blackwood's drew nearer, but she was still on edge, wondering whether Mr Blackwood would amuse himself by bringing them in to see her. They were just outside the door now, and she could hear her tormentor's voice: "I hope you'll forgive our not eating in the dining room, but I have one or two items in there I'm having some work done on. Perhaps I shall show you later."

The voices moved away, leaving Katherine to her anguish. Some time later she heard the door open and footsteps approaching. She held her breath, hoping it was not her parents, but humiliatingly hoping more that whoever it was would bring her ordeal to an end and give her the release she had been waiting so long for.

She felt soft breath on her ear. Mr Blackwood spoke to her for the first time since she had entered Morton Hall: "Your parents are such delightful company. Maybe I should invite them in here so we can all enjoy a pleasant conversation." She could hear the wicked smile on his face but was too focused on fleshly matters to rise to his taunts.

Perhaps he realised her absence of mind, for she felt his hand on her breast, gently kneading the tender flesh before sharply pinching the hardened nipple. As the hand slipped lower onto her heaving belly, Katherine couldn't stop her moans escaping.

"I would remind you that your parents are within earshot, and I have neglected to close the door," murmured Mr Blackwood. "Unless you want them to come and investigate I would suggest you remain quiet." His fingers found Katherine's sopping wet fissure, sliding inside her with no difficulty. It was all Katherine could do to stop herself screaming with the pleasure of finally being given what she had hungered for for so long. Even so, she was sure that her moans could be heard all through the house.

Her body writhed and rocked, trying to rub her nubbin against his hand as his fingers eased in and out of her slippery wetness, making delightfully vulgar slurping noises.

"You really are a wanton harlot," Mr Blackwood whispered. "What a mess your lustful hole has made all over the table." He withdrew his fingers from Katherine's still unsatisfied body, ignoring her whimpered entreaties to continue, and dipped them in the pool of fragrant nectar that had gathered between her thighs. "Absolutely shameless lewdness." He smeared his fingers up her thighs, making them slippery with her own honey. "I am being such an appalling host. I really must return to entertain my guests." He forced his fingers into her mouth, making her suck her taste from them before his footsteps once again left her alone with her dreams of satisfaction.

To Katherine it seemed like hours later when she heard her parents leave and footsteps once again approach her position. This time she quickly felt someone get between her legs and with no preliminaries, a hard member drove deep into her flesh. Now with no need to keep quiet, she screamed with relief and pleasure as the hardness provided the relief she needed. A mouth sucked her breasts, bit her neck, kissed her mouth, but it was the flesh that was plunging in and out of her that was giving her more pleasure than she had ever imagined, quickly raising her up to heights that seemed outside her own mind. Her tethered hands clutched at the air, wanting to dig their nails into the back of her lover to spur him onwards, deeper inside her as her body tensed itself, tensed itself, tensed itself, and finally released in a gushing, thundering, spasming glorious rush of pure pleasure that washed through her body, rushing from her belly to the tips of her captive toes and fingers and right up into the deepest depths of her brain.

Although she was unaware of anything other than her own pleasure, her own climax must have brought on that of Mr Blackwood, for he lay on top of her, seemingly lifeless until one hand, no more, began to move and Katherine felt first one, then the other hand released from its bonds. She wrapped her arms around him, held Mr Blackwood to her, forgiven for his causing her such torment after the pleasure she had received in consequence of it. She felt the swollen bruising around her wrists: she would have to find some way to cover that up until it disappeared.

It was the first time that Katherine had slept on a dining room table, but after her exertions she spent a strangely restful night cushioned by Mr Blackwood's firm yet yielding body.