Deceived and Enslaved

Deceived and Enslaved
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ISBN:  9781780801605
Author:  Leo Barton
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Lillian is writing a biography of the writer James Hyde-Lee, and finally secures an interview with him in his Italian home. But she is to find so much more than an aged writer willing to talk to a biographer. Behind the civilised facade of the Englishman abroad is a world of cruelty, humiliation, degradation and slavery! The kindly old man, a friend of Lillian's father, has a sadistic half-brother and an even more sadistic and evil manservant, who are both delighted with the beautiful Lillian and immediately begin to lure her into their world of BDSM.

Lillian finds Lee-Hyde's secret diaries and belatedly realises that her father was once part of this vicious world, a revelation that shocks and horrifies her and makes her realise there is no escape from the savagery that surrounds her. Deceived and enslaved, slowly but surely the proud English girl is taken through the changes which strip away the independence and pride that once sustained her, forcing her into submission.

The trap is well and truly set!

'Please stand up, Penny.'
   The girl did seem surprised by the request but she still tentatively obeyed, her fulsome chest heaving, pushing out the stretched material of her finely cut, vermilion evening gown.
   Willingham pushed aside her chair. He inspected her from behind, trailing his eyes over her voluptuous bottom, then down along the seams of her black stockings.
   She instinctively seemed to know that she was not permitted to look behind her. Penny's head remained still and upright, but out of the corner of her eyes she tried to trail the figure loitering behind her.
   'How long have you been in Mr Simmons's employ?'
   'Two months, sir.'
   'And you do like working for him?'
   'Yes, sir. I have never worked for anybody who I liked so much,' she said enthusiastically in her breathy voice.
   'And you are prepared to do whatever I or Mr Simmons require?'
   'Oh yes, sir. I would do anything for Mr Simmons,' she said gushingly.
   Willingham cast his eyes along her beautiful back, the nape of her neck and either side of the flow of her jet-black hair, the enticing jut of her shoulder-blades.
   'And you know that Mr Simmons is going to expect you to do things which wouldn't happen in other places you might work in?'
   'Yes, sir,' she answered confidently.
   'Are you ready to begin your first lesson then?' Willingham asked gently, placing his thick hands on her upper arms.
   'Yes, sir.'
   'For your first lesson, my girl, you are going to learn what will happen if you are a disobedient girl.'
   Willingham turned Penny around so that she faced him. He cupped her chin in his palm, and then glided his outstretched fingers over the taut sinews of her neck, down the flat of her upper chest, to the swell of her breasts. His eyes inspected her attentively. Penny's excited breathing had accelerated to a nervous pant. His hand felt hot and sticky on the coolness of her flesh.
   'Yes, I can see that you would like to please Mr Simmons.'
   'Yes, sir.'
   Willingham kept on slowly moving his hand up and down her body between her bare neck and her vermilion-clad breasts.
   Lillian watched the video, holding on to Sonia's hand. She had never seen anything like it before, such a submissive girl about to do whatever Willingham said. It didn't look to Lillian that the girl needed any training. She seemed to be perfectly submissive. She turned to look at Sonia. Sonia smiled at her. It seemed to Lillian that Sonia was quite excited by the video, but as Lillian turned back to look at the screen, she had to confess that the thought of that girl being chastised by the brutal Willingham was arousing her too. She turned her attention back to the screen. Willingham was still interrogating the girl.
   'And there are probably other ways that you would like to please him as well? You are very attracted to him, aren't you?'
   Penny didn't speak, but blushed again. Her nervous breathing was very heavy now.
   'You know that there are certain things he likes to do with young ladies?'
   'Yes, sir.' The girl suddenly seemed to become excited.
   'Well then, you do know that you have to please me as well while you are here? Those are Mr Simmons's precise instructions.'
   'Yes, sir.' Penny spoke softly; her eyes cast down this time on Willingham's hands.
   'Please look at me,' Willingham commanded softly. Penny's eyes slowly rose to meet his fearful stare.
   Her dress was buttoned at the front. Willingham slowly began to undo the top button, exposing the white skin of her breasts.
   Penny stood completely still, her arms rigid by her sides.
   Willingham undid the second button; the edge of Penny's black, patterned bra came into view. Willingham studied it approvingly, before returning to gaze at her eyes. Penny averted her gaze.
   'Look at me!' Willingham instructed for the second time.
   She did as she was told.
   'Are you a virgin, my dear?' Willingham asked, his voice becoming gentle.
   'No!' she replied, shocked by the intimate nature of the question.
   'No, sir,' Willingham reminded her.
   'No, sir,' she repeated.
   'Good. When did you lose your virginity?' Willingham sounded momentarily like some kind village doctor.
   'When I was sixteen, sir,' Penny answered, not particularly liking this line of questioning.
   'Who to?'
   'To Marcus. He was a friend from college.'
   'Did you enjoy it? Did you enjoy having sex with Marcus?'
   'Yes, sir.'
   'Tell me about it. Where did he touch you?'
   Her eyes dilated but she made no response.
   'Did he touch you here?' Willingham scrunched his hand over the black cotton of her brassiere, pinching her nipple until Penny winced. It had hurt her, but the shudder it sent through her body also excited her.
   'Yes, sir,' she replied, gasping.
   'Did he touch you here?' Willingham's hand slowly slid up her dress and grasped her sex over her panties. Penny flinched as Willingham squeezed hard. She could feel his rigid fingers squash against her sex lips.
   Lillian could feel herself getting very excited now. If she had been alone her fingers might have strayed between her sex lips. Lillian had often enjoyed masturbating, but she had never been aroused by such a sight of male domination.
   'Yes, sir,' Penny replied breathily to Willingham's question. All the time Willingham held her in his crude grasp his eyes stared at her. There was something almost hypnotic about his gaze, Lillian noticed.
   'Hmmm, good.'
   Willingham returned to the buttons at the front of her dress, undoing the third and the fourth, so the dress was hanging loosely. He pulled the shoulder straps over her arms so that the black material fell to its belted waist and her midriff was exposed below the black bra.
   Willingham pulled down each bra-cup. Her nipples were thick and rubbery, two beautiful pink auroras centred in the white porcelain flesh. Willingham removed his hand from her breast and lifted her face, making sure that her eyes continued to stare into his as he tweaked on each teat, pinching them lightly between his forefinger and thumb. The pressure of Willingham's fingers made her jolt, and she let out a surprised little yelp.
   'Don't make any noise, my dear,' he said softly, relaxing his grip on her nipples. 'And are you going to do everything that I tell you?'
   'Yes, sir, if Mr Simmons says I should,' she said as stoically as she could.
   'And what will happen if you don't?'
   'I'd imagine I will lose my job, sir.'
   'And you don't want to do that?' Willingham's voice was hypnotic, almost incantatory.
   'No, sir, I love working for Mr Simmons.'
   'And what will I do to you Penny, if you are not a good girl?'
   'You will punish me, sir.' She seemed to say it automatically without thinking, looking at the brute of a man who towered over her.
   'That's right, Penny, that's exactly what I'll do. And I would be right to punish you, wouldn't I?'
   'Yes, sir.'
   'And do you know how exactly I will punish you?'
   'I don't know, sir.'
   'I'll cane you hard, Penny, on your bottom. Six of the best. Or I'll ask Mr Everton to do it for me. Do you think you'd like that, to be punished?'
   'I don't think so, sir.'
   Lillian stared at the close up of the girl's face. She looked absolutely terrified.
   'Has anyone ever punished you before?'
   'No, sir,' she answered.
   'But you've thought about it, haven't you?'
   'No, sir, I'm always a good girl.'
   'I don't believe you, Penny. Tell me the truth,' Willingham said, gently scrunching her voluptuous bared breast in his hand.
   'Sometimes, sir, sometimes I've thought about being punished,' she eventually replied, but Lillian had the distinct impression she was saying it only to pacify Willingham.
   'That's better. And it's a strange feeling because part of you feels very scared but a little part of you is excited by the idea. Isn't that true, Penny?'
   'Yes, sir, it's true,' she said, looking ashamed.
   'So I am going to give you a little taste now of what will happen. Not to really hurt you, you understand my dear, but just so you know. Is that all right with you, Penny?'
   Penny's bottom lip was starting to quiver. 'Yes, sir.'
   'You do understand why I have to do this? Because if I don't then you won't know, will you, so it might stop you doing something naughty.'
   'Yes, sir, I understand.'
   Lillian thought the girl looked as if she was going to cry.
   'Everton,' Willingham intoned, 'if you would be so kind.'
   Everton walked up to Penny. He took her gently by the shoulder, slowly turned her round, and then pressed her upper torso against the mahogany of the table. Willingham stood behind him observing the scene.
   'Arms straight please, Penny,' Willingham instructed the girl before leaning over to her and pulling her arms across the table, so that they lay extended before him, her firm bare breasts squashed onto the table.
   Penny's covered bottom now lay plumped on the edge of the table. Everton pulled down her clinging black silk panties until they rested at the knee. Penny's legs automatically clenched together in some vain attempt to protect whatever modesty remained. Everton eased her panties down over her three-inch-heeled shoes. He then lifted up her dress so that it rested in the small hollow of her back. Her white buttocks were now revealed before his cool eyes, the white flesh of her thighs contrasted to the darkness of her seamed stockings.
   Every movement Everton made contained a clinical, almost nonchalant indifference to the indignity he was inflicting on the innocent English girl.
   Everton didn't cane Penny straight away. First he prodded her with the stick, before running its length between the cleft of her bottom. Penny, so Lillian thought, must have been able to feel the smooth coolness of the stick against the heat of her jutting sex.
   Suddenly Everton stopped prodding the girl.
   Penny's face rested against the polished wood, her eyes clenched tight. She looked as if she wanted the cane to strike, to get her punishment over with as soon as she could.
   Everton brought the cane back behind him. Like a golfer practicing his swing, he levered it down to Penny's exposed bottom, stopping short of actually hitting her, but the swish it made cut through the heavy silence of the room. His swing, when it eventually came, was practised and accurate.
   Penny let out a yelp as soon as the cane made contact with her skin, her bottom wriggling against the force of the blow.
   Lillian jumped a little on the bed with the violent force of the blow, her eyes mesmerized by the scene, imagining momentarily what it would be like to be in Penny's place, to have the cold, handsome Everton cane her like that on her bare bottom.
   'Did you like that, Penny?' Willingham asked casually after the first stroke of the cane.
   'It hurt, sir!' Penny answered, her weak voice showing how close to tears she was.
   'But did you like it?'
   'I don't know, sir.'
   'You don't know?'
   'It hurt a lot, sir.'
   'Would you like Mr Everton to cane you again?'
   'No, sir.'
   'Is that the right answer? I don't think it is, Penny. I don't think it is at all. I think the right answer is yes, Penny, you do want Mr Everton to cane you again.'
   Penny didn't answer.
   'Penny?'
   'Yes, sir.'
   'Well then, I think you had better ask Mr Everton to cane you again, don't you?'
   'Yes, sir,' the girl said submissively.
   Lillian gasped; not only were they going to cane the poor girl again, they were actually going to make her ask for it!
   'Go on, tell Mr Everton that you want him to cane you,' Willingham commanded calmly.
   'Mr Everton...' suddenly Penny faltered. Lillian was sure she didn't want to be caned again.
   'Go on.'
   'Mr Everton... would you... cane me again?'
   'Where, Penny, where?' Willingham spoke.
   'On... my bottom, sir?'
   The next time Everton brought the cane down it smacked against Penny's naked buttocks, an involuntary yelp issuing from behind her pursed lips, an audible response to the firm clear crack the cane had made against her fleshy bottom.
   'Did you like it that time?' Willingham asked the girl.
   'Yes, sir,' she said through clenched teeth.
   'Then you had better ask Mr Everton again.'
   Again! Lillian couldn't believe it. The girl's bottom must be tingling with pain. The second stroke had seemed much harder than the first.
   'Yes, Penny, again.'
   'Yes, sir.'
   'Go on then.'
   'Mr Everton, will you cane my bottom again?'
   Everton was both precise and ruthless. He levered the cane behind him again, his face remaining impervious to any sign of emotion. He administered his punishment with a swift movement of his arm, his wrist twisting violently an instant before the cane made contact with the voluptuous flesh. Again she winced with the pain, her body jerking in surprised shock that the third stroke was even more harshly applied than the first and second.
   Willingham's beaming eyes contained a fiery vivacity as he stared at the scene.
   'Oh you did like that, didn't you?'
   'Yes, sir,' Penny answered obediently, a hand automatically reaching out to stroke the pink-red weals of her bottom.
   'Mr Everton, would you just check to see if the girl is telling the truth.'
   Penny gasped as Everton reached under her to stroke her sex. She felt the light trail of his fingers along the engorged ridge of her labial lips.
   'Is she wet, Mr Everton?'
   'Yes, very,' Everton replied in a disinterested monotone.
   'Well, we had better give the girl what she wants,' he commanded Everton.
   Everton was a muscular man. His muscles rippled through the loose cotton of his shirt, his chest bulged as he arched the cane again and again, and with considerable expertise landed a blow over exactly the same spot until a red line had been etched across Penny's lily-white buttocks.
   'Let me see,' Willingham said, leaning over Penny, carefully examining the red indentation that Everton had made with the cane.
   'Isn't it beautiful to see an obedient girl like this? You know that afterwards she will thank you for introducing her to pleasures she could have never imagined.'
   Penny did not seem so sure that gratitude for Willingham would ever be utmost in her thoughts; her eyes were still clenched over the pain that had been inflicted on her, that was now intensifying as Willingham painfully nipped her skin precisely where the cane had fallen. The only thing that Penny seemed grateful for was that her ordeal was now surely at an end.
   'Now, Penny, please remove the rest of your clothes, so Mr Everton here can take you to the cellar and chain you up. You will like that, wont you, Penny?' The casual tone of Willingham's voice seemed to belie the actual content of what he was saying. In fact Penny didn't seem at all sure that she wanted to be chained up in the cellar and her feelings must have translated themselves to the expression on her face.
   Lillian again gasped. After such a brutal beating they were actually going to lock her away!
   'Well either you go there, my sweet, or I'll have to punish you again. It will be lovely, Penny, just think. You won't be able to do a thing until I come to get you. You'll be completely in the dark with no one to speak to. It will seem horrible at the time, but just think how excited you will be when you see the light coming from under the door and then the door will open and you will be brought to my room. You'll be a happy girl then, wont you?' Willingham spoke insistently.
   'Yes, sir.'
   'And what will you have to do then, Penny?'
   'I don't know, sir.'
   'Well, Penny, you will have to do everything I tell you to do, no matter if you like it or not.'
   'Yes, sir.'
   'You do want to please me, don't you Penny?'
   'Yes, sir.'
   'And you don't want to make me angry.'
   'No, sir.'
   'Because if you make me angry then I am going to have to punish you again and I don't want to have to do that.'
   'No, sir.'
   'So take off your clothes. You won't be needing them while you stay here.'
   Penny obediently began quite listlessly removing the rest of her clothes, the high-heeled shoes, the black stockings, and the black bra.
   'And in the morning, young lady, day two of your education begins.'

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The most erotic book I have read in a long time.
Thursday, 24 January 2013  | 

An excellent read with a new approach to seduction. The story line keeps you on a high throughout.


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Deceived & Enslaved
Saturday, 5 May 2012  | 

Good.


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