Chapter 4
Hank Dubloon's eyes gleamed as he gazed down at the luscious blonde teenager who lay sprawled on the rug in front of the fire.
A savage grin spilled across his ruggedly handsome features.
"Well, well," he murmured, "what luscious tidbit has washed up on the shores of my little abode?"
He nodded to Brutus.
The big brawny lout grunted and squatted down. Quickly, Brutus drew the sleeping girl's hands behind her back and snapped a pair of manacles around her wrists.
Then, he drew a leather collar around her neck and fastened it tightly.
Done with this, he sat back and got up again.
Viveca stirred and frowned, trying to move her hands and feeling something cold arresting her movements.
She opened her eyes suddenly, and found herself staring up at two looming, massive men.
"You are Viveca Sothby," Hank Dubloon said in a booming voice as he stared down at her. "I am the master of this place. My name is Hank Dubloon."
Viveca sat up, and gave an alarmed cry when she found that her wrists had been fastened behind her back.
"What is the meaning of this?" she cried, her green eyes flashing with anger. "My father is a very important man! You are getting yourself in a lot of hot water!"
Hank's guffaw echoed through the room, and his cold gray stare blazed with contempt.
"You're a feisty little spoiled bitch, aren't you?" he said evenly. "But I'll break your spirit."
His eyes travelled up and down her naked body.
"Nobody knows that you are here besides myself and my followers," Hank said. "You are believed to be dead, in fact. I can, and will, keep you here for as long as I like."
Viveca's eyes widened in sudden fear, a chill rippling through her luscious young body as she glanced nervously from one man to the other.
Hank was a huge, burly brute of a man. He was wearing nothing but a pair of loose fitting, Eastern looking pants.
His big, brawny chest was bare and hairy and bursting with musculature.
Beside him, a huge, powerful-looking and very scary creature was standing. Viveca could almost feel Brutus Grunch's eyes tearing into her flesh. His look made her squirm with humiliation and abject terror.
Brutus, too, was wearing a pair of strange, baggy trousers, but his ended in rags about the knees and were fastened by a hemp rope about the waist. She shuddered as the saw the gleam of a deadly dagger in his belt.
"W-What do you want with me?" she gasped tremulously.
"Do you ever want to get away from this island?" Hank asked evenly.
Viveca nodded dumbly, whimpering softly.
"Then you must become my slave, and obey every command I give you. Until you are able to satisfactorily obey me, until you have learned to subject yourself to every whim and fancy I have, you will remain here. Is that clear?"
"P-Please..." Viveca whined pleadingly.
"IS THAT CLEAR?" Hank roared, his gray eyes flashing dangerously.
Viveca instantly quailed, huddling on the rug, round-eyed and trembling.
"Y-Yes..." she managed to squeak.
"Good!" Hank said with a grin.
He turned to Brutus.
"Brutus, take this slut to the dungeon and show her what we do to entertain our guests on Gorse Island!"
Brutus grinned wolfishly. It was not a pleasant grin.
He bent down and tangled his big, thick fingers in Viveca's hair, hauling her to her feet and practically tearing tufts of hair out by the roots.
Viveca gave a little shriek of pain.
Brutus strode toward the door, practically dragging the struggling, manacled blonde castaway after him.
He hauled her out into the hallway by the hair, and dragged her down the corridor toward a winding staircase leading down into the bowels of the castle.
Hank Dubloon's howls of laughter echoed after them, and Viveca sobbed in fear and shock. What was going to happen to her? Who were these crazy people??
Brutus did not let go of the painful grip he had on her hair, and practically dragged the poor girl down the stairs, though she begged him to slow down and not to clench her hair so tightly.
He completely ignored her, and she stumbled and whimpered and gasped as she tried to keep up with him, and desperately fought to keep from losing her balance on the treacherous stairwell.
The stairwell wound round and round, dropping into a deep dark dank pit. When they finally reached the bottom, it was cold and clammy and badly lit by a flickering torch.
Brutus stuck a key in the lock of a huge wooden door, turned it, and kicked the door open, dragging Viveca inside.
The wretched blonde sixteen year old gave a sob of fright and amazement as she stared around her.
She found herself in an immense cavern. The walls were covered with burning torches which cast large, flickering shadows over the room.
The huge floor space, the size of a football field, was covered with a series of bizarre looking contraptions, contraptions covered with chains and hooks and blades and nails.
The sight of them chilled Viveca to the bone.
She stared from these instruments of torture to the big hulking creature who had so unceremoniously dragged her into this cavern.
"Please don't hurt me, please, PLEASE!" she begged in a quavering voice.
Brutus shut the door behind him with a resounding clanging sound.
Mutely, he crossed to one wall and lifted a dark leather hood from a nail there, slipping it over his head so that only his hot gray eyes could be seen.
He strode back to where she stood shivering and ashen, her blood running cold.
Reaching out, he clamped both hands around the soft, thrusting mounds of her breasts, crushing them brutally through the thin, delicate material of her negligee.
Viveca gave a little cry of pain as his brutal fingers dug painfully into her flesh.
He grunted in bestial pleasure, wrenching her aching tits from side to side, feeling the firm, jutting nipples graze against his palms.
Then, he gripped hold of the negligee and yanked hard. The material ripped off of her like tissue paper.
She was now dressed only in the dog collar around her throat and the manacles about her wrists.
She was trembling like a leaf, too frightened to move.
Brutus' eyes narrowed to hungry slits. He liked it when they were scared. He could almost smell the fear in them.
He grinned behind his ominous hood. Then, he reached out abruptly and grabbed hold of her hair again, hauling her across the floor to one of the torture contraptions.
It was a sinister looking thing, a wooden bar with dull metal studs pointing upward along the edge, and a string attached to the bar, looping over a vertical wooden projection.
Brutus clamped his hands around her waist, lifting her suddenly in the air, and made her straddle the bar.
Viveca gave a few little frantic cries, too terrified to move. When he lowered her upon it, she found that the tips of her toes could touch the ground, just managing to keep the dully pointed nails projecting upward from the wooden bar from scraping over and pressing into the delicate, vulnerably spread lips of her quivering virginal vagina.
She shuddered in fear, straining to keep on tiptoes, little jerking sobs wracking her throat. Brutus grinned cruelly, and reached up, grabbing the string attached to the bar.
Slowly, diabolically, he pulled the string down.
Viveca screamed.
The metal studs bit cruelly into her flesh, sending stabs of pain cutting through her sensitized loins.
She squirmed and sobbed, but the more she moved, the deeper they bit into her flesh.
Tears streamed down her cheeks and she frantically begged Brutus to release her.
But he kept on applying pressure, loving the way she jerked and twisted and screeched in girlish agony.
Unknown to Viveca, Hank had made his way into the torture chamber through a side passageway, and was seated in a chair in the shadows, watching with greedy interest.
He had stripped off his trousers and was nude.
His rigid, ten inch pecker was thrusting straight up in the air and he was stroking it up and down, up and down.
Her screams were like an aphrodisiac to him, flowing through his blood like a narcotic, setting it on fire.
Brutus played with her on the machine for a while, and then hauled her down. He strapped her throbbing young tits to another devise which crushed them flat, making her screech even more.
He tied her nipples up, stretching them widely, with leather straps, and pressed her delicate little pussy against sharp metal edges and rough wooden poles.
But he was only toying with her, whetting the appetite of his barbaric master.
Hank strode out of the shadows suddenly.
"String her up, Brutus!" he ordered thickly.
Brutus grunted, lifting Viveca in the air again, sliding a rope through her manacles and drawing it over a pulley which was suspended from the roof.
With a few strong tugs, he hauled the sobbing blonde teenager into the air so that her nubile young body was dangling there, looking creamy and delectable in the honeyed light cast by the torches.
Hank strode to one of the walls where an assortment of whips and switches were neatly arranged.
With the eye of a connoisseur, he surveyed this neat display, and selected a thin, resilient birch rod which had yet to be used.
Cracking it smartly against the palm of his hand, he grinned as he felt the sharp smarting sensation slice through him.
Just what he wanted!
He strode to the spot where poor Viveca Sothby was suspended from the ceiling, her sweet, high, dimpled buns glowing in the torch light.
Hank wasted no time. He drew back his arm and brought the resilient rod whistling through the air.
It sliced into her plump, firm flesh, creating an instantaneous welt, and Viveca's shocked scream echoed through the cavernous chambers.
Her screams got shriller and shriller as he lustily whipped her ass again and again, lacerating her tender buns with the birch rod again and again.
The force of his blows made her writhing white body rock back and forth in the air, and she sobbed and begged for mercy.
But her cries merely urged him on to further sadistic acts. He whipped her harder and harder, the spittle spraying from between his clenched white teeth, his big, naked, brawny body glistening with sweat, his eyes blazing with voracious lust.
Brutus watched with bestial excitement, licking his lips and grunting in satisfaction.
The big lug undid the hemp around his middle and let his pants slide down about his feet.
He was wearing a strange, tightly fitting pair of leather underpants. A hole was cut at the crotch through which his gargantuan, horse-sized pecker thrust lustily.
Now, he had an outrageous hard-on. The mammoth, twelve inch sex tool thrust lewdly into the air, latticed with bulging red veins, a glistening pearl of pre-come wobbling on the tip of the swollen glans.
Brutus ran his sweaty hand up and down the length of the big tumescent organ as he ogled the sight of the weeping, wailing blonde beauty getting her ass whipped by his merciless, birch rod wielding master.
Hank whipped the hot young slut till his arm was too tired to move. By this time, her buttocks were striped with angry red marks, and she was sobbing uncontrollably, her eyes rolling like those of a wild, frightened animal. "Let her down!" Hank growled thickly. Brutus strode over to where he'd looped the end of the rope around a metal hook and untied it, unceremoniously dumping the sobbing, shuddering blonde in a heap on the cold dungeon floor.
He nodded for Brutus to come over and stand above her.
This Brutus did with alacrity, his twelve inch pole flopping lewdly in front of him like a flag pole stirring in the breeze.
Hank strode over and stood beside Brutus, staring down at Viveca's shivering, whimpering form.
"Do you want to be whipped again, my dear?" Hank asked in a voice like silk. "N-Nooooo!" she wailed.
"Then you'll do exactly as I say?"
"Y-Yes! A-Anything! Only, don't whip me! PLEASE, DON'T WHIP ME!" she gasped brokenly, sitting up on her knees and pleading with him pathetically.
He grinned at her contemptuously and then nodded at Brutus.
"O.K., slut. I want you to lick Brutus' big fuckin' cock. Let me see that hot little tongue of yours work that mean ramrod over real good!"
Viveca's tear-blurred eyes turned and focussed with some difficulty on the mammoth appendage which sprouted mightily from between Brutus' wide stretched legs.
When her vision had cleared, she gave a startled gasp as she gaped at the enormous ramrod.
Viveca had never seen an erect penis before, and one of this size was positively terrifying. She couldn't believe her eyes!
Reaching down, Brutus tangled his fingers in her hair and brutally yanked her forward.
"Lick his cock, slut," Hank said huskily, "or else I'll whip your naughty little ass once more!"