By Anna Austin
Description:
Amelia is a curious and
adventurous young woman. Perhaps too curious. She should never have trespassed
in the forbidden room. Should never have become so wantonly excited by the
depraved painting and objects found within it. And now she must be punished. It
would seem that Lord Mountjoy, her protector and
mentor, has hidden depths. He will be the one to punish her. He will be the one
to inflict pleasure—and pain—beyond measure. And Amelia will be his—forever!
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“What are you doing?” she asked feeling exposed and
unsure of what was going on.
He did not answer, but instead he bound her in thick
twine with complex knots. The twine irritated her skin and caused her
discomfort, yet she found the process oddly exciting. She had never been bound
before. Her breasts were bound along with her pussy, the twine cutting across
her mound and brushing her clit, cutting into her delicate skin. The abrasive
bindings set her skin aflame.
Lord Mountjoy walked behind her
and he picked a good quality leather whip from the wall. He didn’t say a word
as he approached her, then began running his hands over her backside ever so
slowly, sending chills down her spine. Suddenly he pulled back and cracked the
whip against her ass. The sudden sting made Amelia cry out in pain and her eyes
went wide as she realized she was in over her head. She had never felt pain
like this before. Lord Mountjoy continued to crack
the whip across her ass, blow after blow landing on her smooth skin. If it hadn’t
been for being tied and attached to the O ring, she would have collapsed into a
pitiful heap on the ground.
Her sobs racked her body.
The searing pain inflicted by the whip hurt so much. She was so sore, but she
realized she was even wetter now than she was before. A part of her enjoyed the
pain, just like the women in the paintings. That in itself scared her. She
realized now that the women had been willing participants, at least up to a
point. And she herself was willing, but afraid at the same time. Just how much
pain would her guardian inflict on her? And were their limits to the pleasure
that her body could take?
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With a last look around, she pushed hard against the
heavy wooden door and slipped inside the forbidden room, quietly closing the
door behind her. As she turned around she caught her breath; before her was a
bedroom unlike any she had ever seen. She stared at the ghastly shackles,
chains and whips that lined the walls, along with some pictures that she couldn’t
bring herself to look at. There were horrifying black masks and chairs with
leather straps and some weird contraptions, as well as something that resembled
the male anatomy modeled in wood
She began to panic, and as instincts took hold she turned
to flee. She tried the door, but it was stuck. She pulled the handle, and with
growing horror she realized that in her haste she had locked it from the
inside. Tears welled in her eyes as she pulled out the key, but it skittered
and rattled as she tried to fit it back into the keyhole. It didn't fit. The
key only worked from the outside. Finally, she gave in to panic, pounding on
the door and screaming for help. But no one could hear her, and no one came.
She fell to the floor against the door as she began to cry.
After a while, she pulled herself together. It was hardly
as if she would be stuck here forever…someone would come looking for her. And
in the meantime, she would do what she had set out to do…explore. She picked
herself up and slowly walked around the room, carefully looking at everything.
Whatever secrets this strange room held, they would reveal themselves to her.
Keywords: victorian bdsm erotica, bound
whipped spanked, virgin first-time defloration, rough hard sex