Bound by Secrets and Desire

Chapter 1

Eliza Fairfax had always felt conflicted about her body, which betrayed societal norms, leaving her riddled with insecurity. Yet, she found herself head over heels for the young heir of the Greenwood Merchant Guild, Alexander Ashdown. Mustering her courage, she drew closer to him, and eventually, he brought her to his stately home, Oakcrest Manor. There, in the privacy of his room, Alexander discovered Eliza's hidden truth as he pulled down her trousers. His face contorted in disgust, and he pushed her away before storming out of the room.

Eliza sat on the bed, her eyes welling with tears, her lower body exposed, and her shirt disheveled, buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of her pale chest.

Suddenly, the door opened again, and Eliza looked up with a mix of fear and hope, only to see a group of six or seven burly, formidable-looking men enter. At the forefront was a man she recognized—Alexander's head of security. The others, no doubt, were more of Alexander's guards. The leader's gaze roamed over Eliza's naked body, lingering on her long, white legs. "Don't be upset, pretty one," he said with a leer. "The young master doesn't want you, but we're here to take care of you."

Startled, Eliza clamped her legs together and clutched the hem of her shirt to cover herself. "Don't you dare," she warned. "Alexander will hear about this, and you'll regret it."

The men laughed, a lewd, ugly sound. "Don't be naive," the leader said. "Whether it's your young master or us, it doesn't matter. You'll enjoy it. Just behave, and we'll make sure you're satisfied."

Panicked, Eliza tried to escape, but the men quickly surrounded the bed, pinning her down with their large hands. Some held her shoulders, while others caressed her breasts through her shirt. One pressed her head down, kissing and biting her lips roughl

Chapter 2

Eleanor Fairfax had always been self-conscious about that part of herself. She never imagined that being touched that way could feel so amazing...

After climaxing, Eleanor's body went limp, and she stared blankly at the ceiling, her breath coming in soft pants.

Captain Thomas Cookson had been teasing her lower body for quite some time. He was already hard, straining his pants. Seeing that her flower was now dripping wet, her labia slightly parted to reveal enticing pink flesh, clearly ready for a deeper encounter, he decided it was time. He freed his thick, long member and slowly guided it toward her entrance, the tip rubbing to collect some of her juices before pressing against her small opening.

Eleanor felt the sensitive entrance of her flower being probed by something round and hard, its heat making her inner flesh quiver. In terror, she looked down, only to see the grotesque, purplish-black manhood of this stranger aiming to penetrate her.

"No! Please, no!" Eleanor's tears streamed down her face as she realized that the man she had hoped to give herself to, Ashdown, would not be her first. Now, it was this unfamiliar man who would defile her. Her body twisted violently, but the men restraining her quickly held her down firmly again. Captain Cookson also gripped her hips, holding them in place. The head of his penis parted her soft, resisting flesh and slowly pushed into her tight flower.

Suddenly, he felt a barrier blocking his path—her virginity. Excited, he leaned over her with a lewd grin, bringing his face close to hers. "Darling, take a good look at who's taking your first time."

Eleanor turned her tear-filled face away in anger. The man chuckled, then thrust his hips forcefully, breaking through her virginity with a loud slap as his balls smacked against her. He plunged in completely.

Eleanor screamed again, but this time it was a cry of pure agony. The pain of losing her virginity tore through her, the walls of her flower forced apart by his girthy member. Her whole body tensed, and her previously erect length wilted as she gasped for breath, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Captain Cookson cared little for her pain. All he felt was the incredible tightness and heat of her virgin flower, squeezing his shaft tightly. He steadied his breath, pulled out a bit, and then thrust back in deeply, beginning a rhythm of full-length penetrations.

"Ah, it hurts... Please, please, stop..." Eleanor begged as his brutal movements shoved her body up and down on the bed. Being intersex, her flower was naturally smaller and narrower, and the man's member was so thick. The fresh pain from losing her virginity hadn't eased, and now he was thrusting violently again. It felt like a fiery hot knife was twisting inside her with every deep, heavy thrust, as if trying to split her tender flesh open. Warm blood seeped out with each stroke, trickling down her pale thighs. When the man saw this unusual yet alluring sight, he grew even more excited, humping into her like a mad dog, desiring to make her bleed even more.

Eleanor wept from the pain, knowing that this assault was just beginning. She shut her eyes in despair, ears filled with the sound of the man's heavy breathing as he labored above her. The men watching them were also getting aroused, rubbing their erections against her alabaster skin.

Eleanor's mind drifted as she let Captain Cookson use her body to satisfy himself. Time lost meaning in the haze of agony. Eventually, he shoved in deeply, pressing against the flesh he had just torn apart, and released a jet of hot seed into her.

As his softened member slid out of her slick, abused flower, a mix of blood and seed streamed onto the bed, soaking the sheets. Another man standing nearby quickly took his place, lifting her hips slightly and thrusting his erection into her still-gaping entrance with a squelch.

This new man was a virgin, and he was ecstatic. He pumped his hips vigorously without skill, grunting in pleasure. Each thrash shoved Eleanor's body upward, only for him to pull her back down onto his shaft, penetrating even deeper. The force made her labia turn outward, juices splashing, her tender flesh dragged in and out with his movements.

Gradually, as the man continued to use her, the initial searing pain in Eleanor's lower half faded. Her overstuffed flower began to feel full, a strange numbness spreading. Surprisingly, it became less unbearable, and her previously limp length began to harden again.

Chapter 3

"Eleanor..." A man's rough voice disrupted the silence. He had been relentless, and his urgent movements struck a sensitive place inside her, sending a wave of pleasure throughout her body. Eleanor's lips parted, a moan escaping as the man grunted with excitement. Each thrust was calculated, hitting the same spot over and over, making Eleanor arch her back. Her mouth hung open, drool trickling out as the sensation seemed to blend pain and pleasure, and the tight squeeze of her body brought ecstasy to the man's heated flesh.

The men around them watched, their excitement mounting as Eleanor began to lose control. One of them moved closer, straddling her neck, and thrust his member into her parted lips. The strong, musky scent of sweat and urine hit her nose, and she tried to resist, using her tongue to push him away. But her efforts only seemed to excite him more, and he pushed himself deeper. Feeling powerless, Eleanor had no choice but to lick and suck as he gripped her hair, guiding her head rhythmically.

The man inside her was young and inexperienced, overwhelmed by the intensity of her body's response. The grip of her flesh on his shaft was almost too much, and he sped up, driven by an urgent need. His climax came suddenly, hot and thick, filling her completely as he groaned in relief. The flood of his release was potent and overwhelming, soaking into her with a heat that made her shiver. He pulled out abruptly, a wet pop sounding as he withdrew, leaving her body gaping and leaking their combined fluids.

"Finally, my turn," muttered another man with a rugged face, eagerly stepping forward. Using the previous emissions as lubrication, he pushed into Eleanor with a forceful motion, immediately beginning a rough rhythm. He panted heavily, thrusting with abandon, his hands gripping her hips to pull her closer. His head buried in her breasts, he sucked and nibbled at her pink nipples, his deep breaths warm against her skin. Eleanor's mouth was still full, and she could barely make any sound, her body now utterly at their mercy.

As the man's pace quickened, he drove deeper, trying to push every part of himself inside her. He groaned, feeling as though something was gripping him tightly. "I can feel her womb," he announced with delight, spurring others to watch intently, urging him on.

Panic surged through Eleanor. The idea of him releasing inside her, impregnating her, was terrifying. "No, no," she cried out as best she could, "don't put it in my womb. I don't want to get pregnant." Her body clenched in response, trying to resist him.

He slowed his pace, opting for a deceitful coaxing tone. "Relax, sweetheart. I won't touch your womb. Just let me move, and I'll leave soon. Alright?"

Eleanor's eyes glistened with tears as she bit her lip, giving him a reluctant nod. Her small motion of relaxation was all he needed. His member surged in size, and before she could react, he drove into her willing flesh, past the opening and deep into her womb. The intense heat and tightness made him shudder in pleasure.

"Oh no..." Eleanor's complaint was cut short as he continued to thrust vigorously, his entire shaft buried within her. His words were lost to the rhythm of his movements, the sheer pleasure overwhelming his ability to speak.

He felt his body enveloped in her warmth, her flesh reacting to his invasion with contractions that sent shivers of ecstasy through him. His relentless assault on her womb went on and on, their bodies moving in sync, Eleanor's resistance giving way under the intense sensations. Finally, he reached his peak, his hot release filling her deep inside.

Eleanor's whole body flushed with a deep redness, her legs wrapped tightly around him as his heat spread within her. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her body still trembling from the waves of pleasure as he pulled away. She lay there, spent, her body unwilling to relinquish its hold on him even as he withdrew, her legs still loosely clinging to him.

The dark reality of what had happened was momentarily overshadowed by the residual pleasure that coursed through her. Lost to the haze of their violent and intense coupling, she could only lie there, realizing too late that what she had endured was far from consensual love-making.

Chapter 4

For nearly five hours, the ordeal unfolded within the manor's opulent chamber. Each man, a devoted guardian to young Master Ashdown, took turns claiming the beauty that lay before them. Eleanor Fairfax, with her alluring innocence and a virgin's tight embrace, was a prize they could hardly resist. Her delicate petals, moist with desire, drove them to the brink of madness, their eyes burning with a lust that threatened to consume her utterly.

As Eleanor succumbed to the relentless onslaught, her body betrayed her with waves of pleasure that left her limbs quivering and weak. She rode the tide of their primal hunger, her voice a soft melody of moans that filled the room, stoking the fire within each man's chest. Her womanhood, a velvet vise, milked them of their essence, again and again, until her womb was awash with the seed of conquest.

The men feasted upon her, savoring the forbidden fruit that was Eleanor's untouched sanctuary. Their hunger sated, they watched with bated breath as the final act played out. The manor's captain, Oliver Westbrook, approached the spent form of the beauty, his resolve hardening at the thought of future denied pleasures should young Master Ashdown lay claim to her once more.

With a firm grip, Westbrook positioned Eleanor atop him, her legs astride his determined form. He pulled her close, impaling her upon his throbbing manhood, feeling her slick walls embrace him with a fervor that bordered on desperation. Her body, once vibrant and resistant, now moved with a languid surrender that matched his every thrust.

Eleanor's cries of passion filled the room as Westbrook's skilled lovemaking rekindled the fire within her. Despite the soreness that lingered from the hours of relentless attention, she found herself spiraling towards a new peak of ecstasy. Her protests turned to pleas, urging him to claim her very soul with his unyielding rod.

As they moved as one, the other men watched, their desire rekindled by the erotic dance before them. Eleanor's ivory cheeks parted and closed rhythmically, a testament to the savage beauty of their union. Her body, marked by the passion of many, glistened with the evidence of their lust, her tender rose winking with each powerful thrust.

The manor's youngest guardian, James Underwood, could contain himself no longer. He approached the writhing pair, his fingers exploring the slippery warmth between Eleanor's cheeks. With a boldness that belied his years, he breached her tight rear entrance, eliciting a sharp cry that mingled with her moans of pleasure.

The room pulsed with the raw energy of their unbridled passion, the air thick with the scent of sex and the sounds of flesh meeting flesh. As the guards prepared for another round of claiming what they believed to be theirs by right, Eleanor surrendered to the maelstrom of sensation, her body a vessel for their unrelenting desire.

Chapter 5

Eleanor's back entrance was suddenly violated by an unfamiliar touch, sending a wave of pain and fear through her. She let out a startled cry, her body trembling as her arousal dwindled to a pitiful state. Her hips wriggled desperately to escape the invasive finger behind her, an action that simultaneously pleased the captain still thrusting into her deeply. With a satisfied sigh, the captain playfully bit down on Eleanor's shoulder.

Glancing down, the captain spotted Ashdown's fingers working diligently inside Eleanor's back entrance. He chuckled while continuing his thrusts, "You sly fox, always so quiet but clearly a quick learner. Go ahead, it's all yours to break in." Ashdown nodded, focusing intently on his task.

Eleanor was horrified by the captain's words. That place was so small and tight—how could it be used for lovemaking? Yet, as the captain's relentless thrusts filled her, she became distracted by the pleasure radiating from her core, her mind drifting from the pain in her back entrance.

Ashdown, noticing Eleanor's pleasure, quietly added more fingers, exploring deeper into her. Gradually, the tight entrance began to grow wet, his fingers now gleaming with a mix of her juices. Seeing that Eleanor's back entrance could now easily accommodate three fingers, Ashdown indicated he was ready.

The captain shifted to a reclined position on the bed, his hands still gripping Eleanor's waist tightly. He gently lifted her and then let gravity pull her down onto him, achieving an even deeper penetration. Eleanor's arousal reignited as she eagerly moved her hips to take more of the captain inside her, oblivious to Ashdown positioning himself behind her.

Ashdown swallowed hard, pressing his member against her newly prepared entrance before thrusting in with determination. Eleanor's joyful moans turned into a pained scream. Although prepared, the sudden and full intrusion into her back entrance was unbearable. Tears streamed down her face as she realized she was being fully dominated.

Seeing her tears, both men momentarily paused, their concern genuine. Yet, the tightness of her body kept them in a state of arousal. The captain took a gentle hold of her delicate arousal while Ashdown turned her face for a tender kiss, continuing his caresses. Eleanor blushed, allowing Ashdown's tongue to explore her mouth.

The three of them shared a moment of intimate tenderness, Eleanor slowly relaxing. Soon, she could feel an aching, needy sensation from within both entrances. Her face flushed, and she quietly whispered, "You can move now..."

The two men exchanged excited glances, pulling out slightly before pressing back in deeper. A loud, wet sound filled the room as Eleanor's body received both men fully once again.

Eleanor's scream echoed through the room as the sensation overwhelmed her. Her mind blanked out from the intense pleasure, and she began to move of her own accord, lifting herself up and down to meet their thrusts.

Worried she might cry out in pain, the men continued their assault, thrusting in and out rhythmically. The captain's efforts focused on the sensitive spot deep inside her, while Ashdown targeted the small, tender area in her back entrance. Together, the stimulation from both men drove Eleanor to new heights of ecstasy.

"Do you like it when we both take you?" the captain teased, grinning as he thrust harder.

Eleanor's body shivered, her consciousness slipping into a pleasurable haze. She could only respond with, "Yes... yes... I love it..."

The men continued their relentless rhythm, the thin barrier between them making it feel as though they could almost touch. This novel sensation drove them to quicken their pace, filling the room with the sounds of their passion.

Eleanor's enthusiastic cries spurred them on as she dove deeper into bliss. The intense sensation of being filled on all sides took her so far beyond her limits. Each thrust from both men edged her closer to a dizzying peak of satisfaction.

With the captain pinning her hips down, Eleanor felt the final, deeply intense thrust as he spilled inside her, filling her with warmth. Ashdown followed immediately, releasing within her tightly gripping back entrance.

"Ahh... take it all, I want to bear your children," Eleanor cried out, her body convulsing as the simultaneous release brought her to a euphoric climax. Her entrances clung tightly to the men, squeezing them for every drop, as fluids flowed freely from her body onto the bed.

As the two men withdrew, their fluids mixed with hers, pooling on the sheets. The air was thick with the potent scent of their union, leaving an indelible mark of their intense encounter.

The surrounding spectators, eager for their turn, moved in closer. Eleanor, spent and trembling, looked around at the eager faces, bracing herself for the next wave.

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