Lord Harrington's Ordeal

This story began as a prologue for a much longer story that was never completed – so I just continued with this part instead.

Lord Harrington’s Ordeal

Lord Harrington was laid naked on a long, thin table, his arms secured to the sides by steel rings and his legs spread wide and secured high in the air to a metal bar suspended from the ceiling.  Carol was stood between his open legs, gently scraping her long fingernails around the tip of his throbbing cock. “I do hope that you’re going to give me what I want, Your Lordship”, she teased as she continued to run her fingers along his shaft. “I expect you make me Come good and hard or you’ll be very sorry indeed!”

She moved towards his head and slowly began to unfasten her leather Basque, exposing her large breasts and dangling them in his face. “You may lick my nipples if you wish”, she told him – holding her breasts just out of his reach.  Lord Harrington strained to reach and like her hard, cherry-like nipples but he just couldn’t reach at all.  Carole moved between his legs again. Wrapping her boobs around his cock, she began to move them up and down, slowly, making his cock jerk and throb.  Lord Harrington was moaning with lust and trying to thrust his hips to bring himself off between those warm, young breasts. Carol stopped teasing and scraped her fingernails sadistically across the tip of his cock. “Oh no, My Lord. You’ll not be Coming today…at least not until you’re begging and pleading for release and, even then, I may not let you Come at all!”

Moving to the head of the bench again, Carol removed her tiny leather thong and held it under her victim’s nose. “Go on, My Lord. Smell my scent!”  Lord Harrington inhaled the female aroma and his cock twitched again.

Carol walked towards the wooden cabinet, opened the door and took out a small whip.  It looked like a much small version of the Cat o’ nine tails. Lord Harrington’s head had turned towards her.  She was now naked apart from black stockings and a pair of black court shoes with evil looking stiletto heels. She walked back towards him and began to wank him very slowly. “I think I’m going to enjoy our little session, My Lord”, she teased.  Her head bent and she took the tip of his manhood into her warm mouth, her tongue slowly worming around the sensitive underside. She began to lick along the shaft, always coming back to his cock head.  Lord Harrington was beginning to moan softly as Carole worked his cock with expertise.  Without warning, she let him slip out of her mouth and began to lash his cock hard with the small whip.  Lord Harrington screamed at the pain on his throbbing dick.  Carol continued to whip him until he began to soften – then she started to wank him back to stiffness again before returning her oral skills to his cock.  Each time he was getting close to orgasm, she would whip his cock until he started to go down and then tease him back to full erection.

Carol was now sat across Lord Harrington’s chest, her shaved pussy only inches from his face.  She was rubbing her sex, opening her labia and fingering her clitoris. “You know what I want, My Lord!” She moved closer to his face until her labia were touching his mouth. “I want to feel your tongue on my clit, so get on with it - and you’d better make me come quickly or you’ll be feeling my sharp heels on your cock!”

Lord Harrington’s tongue flicked at her hot clitoris as Carol lent slightly forward and let her hard bud settle onto his mouth. “Come on, My Lord, you can better than that!”  She flicked the small whip at Lord Harrington’s cock once again and felt his tongue shoot inside her pussy. “You’d better make me Come or you’ll be getting worse than that!” She flicked at his cock again with the whip to emphasise her point. Lord Harrington was thrashing around underneath her, but Carol kept up her gentle rocking on his face, pushing her clit onto his mouth and getting closer to her orgasm.  Seconds later, her whole body tensed and shuddered to a climax. “Keep licking, you bastard!  I didn’t say you could stop!!” A second orgasm ripped through Carol’s body as she ground her pussy onto Lord Harrington’s face.

Sliding herself backwards now, she felt his hot cock at the entrance to her velvet tunnel. She let herself rest there, watching the look of frustration on her victim’s face as he tried without success to thrust his manhood into her. “Oh, My Lord,” she teased, “I do believe you’re trying to have your way with me!” Pushing herself back on to his cock, she let the tip slide inside her and held it there. “If you move, I’ll stop” she told him and lowered herself further onto his tool. Up again, holding the cock head just inside her, using her internal muscles to tease him more and then slowly sliding down his shaft. After ten minutes of this treatment, Lord Harrington was in a state of frustrated lust. “Please, Mistress Carol…oh please may I be allowed to Come?” Carol looked down at him. “Oh no, My Lord, I haven’t even started with you and you want to Come already?”  Facing his feet she straddled his face again and told him “I want to feel your tongue in my ass, and just to spur you along I’m going to whip your cock as you lick me.” As she lowered herself onto his face, she took aim with the whip and landed a vicious blow to his cock head. A muffled scream came from between Carol’s buttocks as she landed another blow on the shaft of his cock.

Carol continued to whip his cock.  She had reached behind herself now and was spreading her ass cheeks. “Come on, come on,” she instructed him. “Get your tongue deep inside me.  I want to feel it teasing my little rosebud.” Again, she flicked at his cock with her whip and making Lord Harrington gasp once again. Carol was sat upright now, holding her cheeks apart and pushing herself down onto Lord Harrington’s tongue. Occasionally she would raise herself and a gasp of breath could be heard from her human cushion underneath. She lowered herself slowly and enjoyed the feel of his tongue as it probed inside her. She began to tense again as a tiny orgasm rippled through her body.

Carol leant forward and began to lap at Lord Harrington’s cock, licking along the shaft and tip. “Get your tongue working on my clit!” she ordered as she took his cock into her mouth once more. Lord Harrington’s tongue worked hard, flicking her clitoris and darting inside her pussy while Carol used her tongue expertly on the very tip of his cock.  As he began to enjoy her tongue, Carol changed tactics and began to rake her teeth along his cock head.  At first, this was quite a pleasurable experience but Carol’s teeth began to nip and bite at the cock in her mouth. Raising her head and turning slightly, she told him to continue with his tongue. “I’ve already told you that you’re not going to Come, My Lord!”…then she went back to tormenting his cock with her teeth.

Lord Harrington was still working his tongue furiously when Carol had another orgasm.  This time it was so intense that her juices squirted hard into Lord Harrington’s face.  She still held his cock in her mouth and was enjoying the thrill of her pleasure while giving her victim a mixture of pleasure and pain.  She could feel his cock head enlarging but she was determined that he wasn’t going to Come. At least, not yet!  She dug her nails into his cock end and slapped his balls hard a couple of times.  Lord Harrington gave a shriek. “Please Carol, I can’t take it any more.  Please let me Come.”  Carol smiled to herself. “Maybe later, My Lord, but I have another surprise for you.” 

Carol crossed the room and pulled back a curtain to reveal a door.  As she opened the door, there was a tall black man, dressed in a leather studded body harness.  His huge cock had a metal ring at the base and his balls were separated by a thin leather strap. Carol took the man by the arm and led him over to the bench where Lord Harrington was secured. “This is Conrad, My Lord. You can watch me give him a blow job…just to see what you’re not going to get!” With Conrad on one side and Carol on the other, Conrad’s long, black cock was only inches away from Lord Harrington’s face.  Carol lowered her head and began to tease the black cock with her tongue before taking him into her mouth. As she slowly massaged Conrad’s balls, she looked down and winked at Lord Harrington before taking the entire length of the black dick down her throat. Conrad’s hips were beginning to pump his cock in and out of Carol’s mouth and her tongue was flicking around Conrad’s cock head. She let him slip slowly from between her lips and looked down at Lord Harrington again. “I was just wondering, My Lord, if you’d like Conrad to come in your mouth, or over your face…or perhaps you’d like him to fuck me and then lick his Come from my pussy?”  There was a look of panic on Lord Harrington’s face and he said nothing. Carol took the tip of the black dong in her mouth again for a few seconds, and then looked at Lord Harrington again. “Oh I know what you’d like.  I’m sure you’d like him to fuck you in the arse, wouldn’t you My Lord?” “Oh God, please, not that, Mistress Carol…anything but that!”

Carol grinned at him. “Well, My Lord, I don’t think that you are in a position to do anything about it, are you?”  She continued to fellate the black man, slowly, raking her teeth gently around his engorged cock head.  Conrad gasped with sheer pleasure as he felt his orgasm getting closer.

Carol stood up and pushed Conrad back.  She now straddled the bench, her pussy only inches from Lord Harrington’s face.  Conrad moved behind her, holding her hips and thrust his cock into her wet pussy.  He began to pump her slowly, making her moan with lust. Carol was lying along the length of Lord Harrington’s body.  She took his cock in her mouth and began to tease him with her hot tongue, bringing him closer to his climax and then easing off again.  Conrad was thrusting in and out of Carol’s pussy, his cock and Carol’s cunt only inches away from Lord Harrington’s face.  Carol gave a gasp as she climaxed, her pussy juices running down her thighs.  Lord Harrington was becoming more and more aroused now, and his cock throbbed in Carol’s mouth.  Carol quickly took him from her mouth and began to slap the tip of his cock hard.  As Lord Harrington was gasping with pain, Conrad thrust his tool deep inside Carol and pumped his hot semen deep inside her.  As he slowly withdrew his cock, drops of his Come dripped from the tip onto Lord Harrington’s face.  Carol looked over her shoulder. “Now, My Lord, say ‘thank you’ to Conrad for fucking me…and then you may ask his permission to lick his cock clean.”

Lord Harrington looked up at the dripping cock, which was about an inch from his mouth. “Thank you for fucking Mistress Carol.  Please may I lick your cock clean?”

Conrad didn’t say a word.  He just ran his cock over Lord Harrington’s mouth and felt a tongue cleaning the tip of his cock and licking along the shaft.  Conrad pulled away and Carol sat up so that her cunt was dripping Conrad’s come into Lord Harrington’s open mouth. “Keep your mouth open and swallow it all,” she ordered, “and then you can lick me clean as well.”  Lord Harrington swallowed and felt the salty liquid running down his throat.  Carol lowered herself onto his face and felt his tongue probing inside her, licking out more of the warm Come.  He suddenly gasped!  Conrad was now between his open legs, licking and teasing his anus.  Carol raised herself slightly and laughed. “Can you feel what that naughty boy Conrad is doing to your arsehole?  He’s getting you ready so that he can fuck your arse.”  Lord Harrington groaned as he felt Conrad’s finger enter him.  Carol settled back down on his face once more. “Now, make me Come again!”

Conrad’s pushed his manhood against Lord Harrington’s hole and thrust forward.  Carol knew that Conrad had penetrated when she felt Lord Harrington’s tongue thrust deeper inside her.  She smiled to herself and began to grind her clit against his mouth.

His tongue worked harder and faster as Conrad plunged deeper.  Carol began to push herself harder onto Lord Harrington’s face as she felt her climax begin.  At the same time, Conrad was feeling hi balls begin to tighten and began to ease off with his thrusting. Lord Harrington was writhing beneath Carol in a mixture of frustration and ecstasy, his hips thrusting and his tongue lapping wildly at the hot clit at his lips.  Suddenly, he heard a grunt from Conrad as he pulled out his cock.  As he felt Conrad’s spunk showering his stomach and chest, Carol reached a screaming climax, thrusting her hips over her victim’s face. Conrad had now taken Lord Harrington’s hard dick into his mouth and was blowing him slowly and with great expertise.  Carol sat on Lord Carrington’s face, exhausted by her last climax. Slowly she got off his face and looked down at him. “Why, I do believe you want to Come, My Lord,” she teased.  Conrad’s tongue was flicking Lord Harrington’s cock and bringing him closer and closer…when suddenly the pleasure stopped and Conrad twisted the tip of Lord Harrington’s cock painfully. Without a word, Conrad walked quietly from the room

Carol bent and kissed Lord Harrington gently on his forehead.

“No orgasm for you today, My Lord, but maybe next month…!”