The Chaste Legacy

The Chaste Legacy
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ISBN:  9781780804576
Author:  Susanna Hughes
Word Count:  64,610
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'Lie back,' he said.
   Corinda obeyed. The polished oak was cold against her back. Constantine took her wrist and drew her towards him, then pulled her stockinged legs around his waist, her buttocks suspended over the edge of the table. The nylon rasped against his flesh. He fingered her thighs, feeling the difference between the nylon and her soft flesh.
   Slowly he moved.
   'Oh,' she panted, 'are you going to do it to me now?' She raised her head to watch.
   'Yes,' he said gruffly, no longer concerned with her needs. The time for finesse had passed.

In accordance with the terms of her father's will, Corinda Chaste has been brought up by Arabella in complete isolation from men.

But at the age of eighteen, when a yacht she's aboard is wrecked in a storm, she finds herself the prisoner of a Greek sex trafficker. And as well as being a highly valuable piece of merchandise, she is taught by him to satisfy the most bizarre sexual demands, completely unaware that he has other sinister plans for her.

'My dear, may I introduce an old friend from Athens? This is Dimitri Boutos.'
   'I'm charmed to meet you, my child. Charmed indeed.' Dimitri Boutos was small and stout. He was middle-aged, with a full head of black hair which looked as though it had been dyed. Like Constantine he wore only an open sports shirt and a pair of white cotton slacks.
   Constantine had sent word for Corinda to join them for lunch. She had dressed in a simple white silk shift and white high heels, in order to give herself more practice at walking in them, and because they had become associated in her mind with her newly emerging womanhood. They were uncomfortable but that was a small price to pay. She felt adult in them. She felt confident in them. They reminded her of how far she had come in the last three days.
   They were in the garden. It was not a garden in the true sense, as it was not open to the sun. But a huge conservatory had been constructed to one side of the house, where with the aid of specially designed propagation lamps that gave the illusion of sunlight, and reflective glass, tropical and semi-tropical plants grew in a riotous profusion of colour. French windows led from the main house on to a stone-flagged terrace and it was here that Corinda was greeted by Dimitri and Constantine.
   'You have not seen my garden,' Constantine said. A large butterfly, with jade-green and magpie-blue wings, fluttered by and alighted on the foliage of a large acacia growing in a terracotta pot by the terrace doors. 'We breed the butterflies in a special hothouse. There are thirty-six varieties.'
   'It's wonderful,' Corinda said as she watched the green and blue wings take to the air again, and fly up to the glass panels where they settled on a metal stanchion supporting the roof.
   There was a white cast-iron table and white chairs with bright green cushions. A bottle of ouzo, a glass jug of water, an ice bucket, and several small glasses were set on the table.
   'A glass of ouzo before lunch perhaps?' Constantine said.
   'Thank you.'
   The woman in the black dress who had collected Corinda from her room poured the drink for her and refilled the men's glasses, dropping in more ice.
   'What do you say in English? Bottoms up?' Dimitri raised his glass. His eyes had not left Corinda for a single second.
   'Is Yves going to join us?' Corinda asked.
  'No, my dear. Unfortunately he is a very busy man. He has been called away on business. Unavoidable, I fear. He asked me to offer you his apologies. I have been telling Dimitri all about your extraordinary upbringing.'
   'Yes. Most fascinating,' Dimitri said.
   Corinda realised he was only the fourth man she had ever met face to face. But, unlike the others, his presence had not produced a sexual pulse in her. She found that curious, destroying her theory of chemical reactions between men and women. Perhaps it was the result of the orgy of sexual emotions she had experienced last night with Yves and Eloisa. The fact that she had not been allowed to spend the night in Eloisa's bed had given her more time to dwell on what she'd felt. She had spent the morning in a sort of daze, the soreness she had anticipated in her sex and nipples a constant reminder of the ecstatic pleasure she had reached. Her disappointment at not seeing Yves again was probably a factor too. She had found him a very attractive man. She could not say that of Dimitri.
   'I'm afraid,' she said, trying to be positive, not wanting to let Constantine down, 'it means I haven't had much experience of men.'
   'So I understand.'
   'Though Constantine has been so kind to me.'
   The two Albanians arrived. They carried trays of food: salads, bread, cheeses and fruit. Wine was set on the table and Corinda was helped into her chair by Dimitri. After breakfast and last night's dinner Corinda, for once, was not hungry and ate sparingly, though Constantine and Dimitri devoured the food.
   'Is there any news?' she asked as she toyed with forkfuls of chicken mayonnaise.
   'My agent has not called yet. If there is no news after lunch I will call him again.'
   'Thank you. I am worried.'
   'You were shipwrecked?' Dimitri said.
   'Yes.'
   'And what have you been doing with your time on the island?'
   Corinda laughed. 'Completing my education.'
   'In what respect, my child?'
   'My sexual education. Constantine has ensured I have been given some very valuable lessons. I suspect he even asked one of this friends to help me out.' She was sure Constantine had primed Yves, asking him if he'd mind taking her to bed in his place, so as not to disappoint her. 'Is it true?' she asked him.
   'I might have mentioned something of the sort.'
   'You see,' she said to Dimitri, her point proved.
   'I certainly do.' Dimitri's eyes had fixed on the way Corinda's breasts pushed against the material of her dress. The top two buttons were undone and he could see the curves of soft flesh, nestling in a lacy white bra. 'I have always found Constantine a prince among men.'
   'Perhaps Dimitri here might be willing to help too,' Constantine suggested. 'He is free this afternoon. We have a little business to conclude but that won't take long.'
   'The boat is coming for me at five,' Dimitri said.
   He took another swig of red wine, wiped his mouth on a napkin and stood up. 'But until then...'
   'So there is no time to lose. My dear...'
   Corinda looked from one man to the other. It was clear she was expected to go with Dimitri. Constantine obviously thought the idea would appeal to her, but despite her desire to please him and her gratitude, it did not. For the first time in the brief history of her relationship with men, she felt no thrill of anticipation at the thought of sex. Not that she felt she could refuse, however. After saving her life and everything else he had done, a refusal would be churlish.
   'I have something special in mind,' Dimitri said, offering Corinda his hand to help her to her feet.
   'It will be a new experience for you,' Constantine added.
   'I've had a lot of those recently,' she said, trying to appear more at ease than she actually felt. 'Will I see you later, Constantine?'
   'Of course.'
   He watched them go, waving as they got to the terrace doors. Dimitri lead her up the staircase and along the corridor to a door not far from Constantine's bedroom.
   'You are very beautiful, my child,' he said as he opened the door and they walked inside. The bedroom was comparatively small and had no windows. It had a double bed, a single bedside chest, and an antique mahogany wardrobe. The floor was made from strips of polished oak, with a single white rug by the bed.
   The mattress of the bed was covered with a black sheet. Lying at the foot of it was a snake's nest of straps and leather harnesses.
   'May I undress you?' Dimitri asked.
   'Yes.' If Constantine had said that to her, or Yves or Eloisa, the words would have produced a distinct thrill of sexual excitement. As it was she felt nothing.
   She watched as the Greek's stubby fingers undid the buttons of her dress. As it parted his eyes feasted on her breasts, confined in the white lace bra. Dimitri's hands trembled slightly as he unbuckled the cotton belt at her waist and unfastened the two remaining buttons. She was not wearing panties.
   'Beautiful,' he said, staring at her belly and the short blonde hair of her pubes. 'Quite lovely.'
   'I'm glad you think so,' Corinda said. She could see a bulge forming under the fly of his trousers. She was getting used to the effect her body had on men. It was a sort of power. She pulled the dress from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, then reached around behind her to unclip her bra. Leaning forward she let the bra straps fall to her arms, but held the cups against her breasts with both hands.
   'Do you want to see them?'
   'Yes,' he said.
   She dropped the bra, her breasts quivering. 'Well?' She cupped them in her hands.
   'They're lovely.'
   For the first time she felt a tinge of excitement. What she was doing was turning her on, even if he wasn't. She had always assumed in the complex sexual nexus between a man and a woman, that it was the man who was in control. She had learnt that a woman had just as great an ability to create desire and passion and need, and what's more, could get pleasure from doing it. She turned her back on him and bent over, thrusting her buttocks out. She spread her legs apart, giving him a good view of her sex. Keeping her left hand around one breast, she ran her right down between her legs, and used a finger to spread her labia apart.
   'And do you like this?'
   'That most of all.'
   'So what is this special experience?' she asked, straightening up and sitting on the edge of the bed.
   For a second he did not reply, momentarily dazzled. Constantine was right. She was very special, her innocence making her uniquely salacious.
   'Kneel on the bed,' he said.
   'Are you going to fuck me? I know all about that.' She climbed onto the bed and knelt on all fours. She felt her clitoris throb. 'Like this?' she asked, wriggling her bottom at him and spreading her knees further apart.
   'No.' He took her by the shoulder and pulled her up so her back was straight. Then he picked up one of the leather harnesses. He wrapped a leather belt around her waist and buckled it tightly. Another strap, slightly thinner, wrapped underneath her breasts and a third above them, both buckled at the back. All three were connected by thin straps running down her sides.
   'What's this for?' she asked, puzzled.
   'Put your hands behind your back,' he said, ignoring her question. His voice had changed. It was remote and unemotional, betraying no tenderness or any other feeling.
   The tightness of the straps he had already applied made her slightly breathless. Attached to the back of each of them were two leather cuffs. The top two were further apart than the two below them, which were further apart than the two below them, which were touching each other. As Corinda held her arms behind her back he buckled the cuffs around her upper arms, then just above her elbows and finally her wrists, making it impossible for her to move her arms in any direction.
   'What are you doing to me?' she asked.
   'It is what pleases me.'
   Just as she was going to ask why she found a leather pad being thrust between her lips, gagging her. The pad was cigar-shaped and attached to a metal ring at either end. These were connected to a leather strap that he secured behind her head.
   'Stand up,' he ordered.
   With difficulty, not having the use of her arms for balance, Corinda crawled to the edge of the bed and climbed off it.
   Dimitri studied her bound body. The straps above and below her breasts had constricted them and they had turned a light pink. He touched the right nipple lightly with the tip of a finger and saw Corinda shiver, the constriction increasing its sensitivity.
   He picked up a leather collar from the bed. Attached to the front of it was a chain leash. He buckled the collar around her neck at the back, the chain leash swinging down across her breasts. It was cold. She couldn't believe her nipples could get any harder, but the touch of the metal made then stiffen again.
   'Does it excite you, child?' Dimitri asked, aware of the frisson the chain had caused.
   She nodded. She had no idea why but the tightness of the straps excited her very much, just as the tightness of the basque had.
   'Then I have taught you something today. You have learnt your first lesson in bondage. An ancient art. For years men and women have taken pleasure in binding their slaves, in depriving them of their ability to resist whatever fate might befall them. He started to undress, kicking off his shoes and stripping off his socks. He unbuttoned his shirt. 'No one knows why many have been so attracted to the practice, but it has been documented even in the earliest civilisations.' He pulled off his shirt and undid his trousers. A large erection distended his black briefs. 'Of course it blossomed in the nineteenth century, so we are led to believe. The French and the English had bordellos with rooms devoted to increasingly complex ways of rendering a lady or gentleman completely helpless. It seems to have been a passion. Some would say a perversion, common to both sexes. It is, no doubt, a response to a profound psychological need buried in the psyche. But where and what, we shall probably never know. I have devoted many years to finding an explanation, but none of the great clinicians or psychologists I have studied have managed to explain the deep-seated significance bondage seems to play in the human sexual condition. It is, perhaps, enough merely to accept that it does and be content to enjoy its very real delights.'
   He skimmed his pants down his short legs and stepped out of them. His erection was large, out of all proportion to his rather stout body, and very smooth, the shaft almost as featureless as the glans. It was a young man's cock, more like Tim's than the others she'd seen. Corinda felt a sharp pang of lust.
   'At home,' he continued, 'I have a special room and have designed my own equipment; some of it, I dare to say, original. Perhaps you will have an opportunity to test it for yourself. But at the moment, as we are here, I will have to content myself with introducing you to more primitive means.'
   He was looking straight into her eyes. He used the knuckles of his right hand to stroke her strap-divided cheek.
   'Bend over, my child. It's time for your next lesson.'
   Dimitri's hand pressed down on the back of her neck until her head was level with the tops of her thighs and the chain leash dangled vertically from the collar. Using her hips, he guided her round until the leash was brushing one corner of the bed.
   'Perfect,' he said. He dropped to his haunches and wrapped the leash around the bedpost several times, knotting it loosely but effectively enough to prevent her from straightening up.
   He got to his feet again. She heard him opening the wardrobe door. He walked back to her. She could see his feet just behind her legs.
   'You did not lie, did you?' Something cold ran over her buttocks and down to her labia, parting them. She knew what he was referring to. She knew her sex was wet. The position she found herself in excited her.
   'The other element that has puzzled the collective mind of so many distinguished psychologists and observers of the human condition, is why so many people should be sexually excited by the idea and the fact of pain. It is, you will find, yet another leitmotif that runs through civilisation, like a golden thread woven into the complex material of life.'
   His hand gently caressed her buttocks. The touch made her flesh tingle. Whatever he had used to part her labia was sawing up and down between them.
   'The sexual enjoyment of pain, is a double-sided coin of course. It is often as enjoyable to give as to receive. Of course we are talking of a specific type of pain: pain that is administered solely for the purpose of pleasure.'
   If she had not been gagged she would have begged him to fuck her. The movement between her sex lips was making her clitoris pulse and the sexual energy this generated seemed to be magnified by her bondage. Her breasts throbbed, tightly sandwiched between the two straps. She desperately wanted to feel that smooth cock slide into her sex. Couldn't he see how wet and open she was? What was he waiting for?
   The room was silent. His hand left her buttocks and whatever had been between her legs was withdrawn. She heard him take a deep breath. Suddenly there was a swish of air, a loud thwack, and a stripe of heat seared across her naked bottom. Almost before she had time to work out what it was a second thwack followed, and in the time it took to raise his arm again, a third. The gag muffled her scream, the leash preventing her from rearing up.
   'You see,' he said quietly...

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