The Pleasures of Purity

"Lovely evening to spend together, isn't it?"

William cast an inquiring glance at the young woman addressing him thus. Of the three young ladies now under his oversight, Prudence seemed the least likely to make small talk about something as trite as the weather, or the merits of the opera they had just witnessed. And while perhaps it might have appeared unjust of him to suspect the motives of such a charming young lady, he could not help but harbor a suspicion that she held some hidden motive in speaking to him thus.

"Indeed it is," he ventured, at which his other two charges – one on each arm – erupted in a chorus of inexplicable giggles. "Now, then, Miss Elizabeth, Miss Charlotte," he remonstrated in surprise. "Why all this unseemly laughter? Do you not agree with your friend?" But their two blonde heads were bent low in mirth, and William could only continue onward to their lodging in silence, reflecting for the thousandth time that perhaps acting as guardian of a trio of tittering young women was not all as delightful an existence as most supposed.

It had been two months now since William had first accepted the duty at the behest of Lord Bartleby. "My granddaughter and her two acquaintances must go abroad," he had wheezed that grey afternoon. "Yet it does not take a man of great penetration to see that I am in no fit state to flit about from city to foreign city in the company of three such lively young ladies as they. To speak quite plainly, my good fellow, I am in need of someone to do the duty of a gentleman; to see them safely along their way; to safeguard and defend their virtue in all purity; to accompany them, to amuse them, and to keep them in good health and even better spirits. Can you do it, man?"

Of course he had agreed unthinkingly. One did not readily turn down such invitations from a lord, least of all when the task at hand involved spending a great deal of time with three lovely young women. It was only afterward, when he had discovered Bartleby's decidedly medieval preconditions for taking on this role of guardian, that he had first begun to question the wisdom of his decision...

"Never mind our dear escort's naïvete, girls," Prudence admonished now, brushing a flyaway strand of her dark hair back beneath her hat. "It is only natural that he knows nothing of what diversions are in store for us tonight, to which I was just now alluding. To be sure," she smiled, stepping gaily forward onto the threshold of their hotel, "The pleasure afforded by such... diversions... is often made sweeter by a certain element of surprise..."

Surprise? What female mysteries had these young women been plotting? William could not be certain, but as they made their way past obsequious bellboys and curtsying maids to their appointed rooms, he found himself strangely anxious about what might be about to transpire.

"You see, Master William, we are in need of your assistance in a very pressing matter," Prudence informed him as he was bowing and about to make his escape to his own room. "We should be infinitely obliged if you would join us." "What? In your private chambers?" But even as he spoke her gloved hands were tugging him past the threshold and into their lavishly decorated suite. "Naturally!" she responded with her characteristically coy smile. "Now, not a word of protest from you, or I shall have to make a decidedly unfavourable report of you to my grandfather."

And then the door was slipping shut behind him, the key clicking within the lock as Prudence made it fast.

As William's eyes swept about the room, he was astonished to find the still-giggling Charlotte slipping off not only her cloak and her beribboned hat, but the fashionable shoes from her feet. "Do not mind us," she simpered upon catching his astonished eye. "We think of you like a brother, after all! You must simply get used to seeing us as we are... in all states of undress. Mustn't he, Lizzie?"

Elizabeth, two steps ahead of her, was already busily unbuttoning her own frock with nimble fingers. "But of course!" she tittered. "Now, Prudence, you did say we might have our way with him tonight, didn't you?" To which Prudence, looking on with a tolerant smile, nodded. "We all know that you have been instructed to entertain us, Master William," she admonished, even as her own hands began to lift her own skirts in the most suggestive manner. "Now why don't you be a good lad for us and remove that bothersome jacket? And perhaps those breeches, too?"

"But- Miss Prudence-! I- This is highly improper! Your grandfather- " "Shan't know or care what the four of us do here tonight," she finished firmly, advancing toward the bewildered young man with a knowing twinkle in her eye. "It is naturally most gratifying to hear that you care for propriety – and, I daresay, our virtue? But you needn't fear, Will! For you see, I happen to know what precautions my doting grandfather has taken to ensure that we remain free of your, how shall I put this? Your manly charms..."

William, stumbling backward over a chair in fright, found himself upended and landing heavily on the carpet behind him. How could this young woman have known- have found out about what disgrace had been forced upon him-? But there was little time to consider this – for before his widening eyes, Prudence herself began laughingly to divest herself of her own sky-blue evening gown...

"No- this is not right-" He was spluttering, scrambling up from the carpet in rising panic. He could never harm one of the fairer sex, of course, but perhaps he could muster up his authority- order them to desist- "Hush, dear sir," Prudence commanded, stepping forward in her chemise. "You shall entertain us three tonight, as only an elegant young man like you can. Now shall I call the bellboy and tell him of how you have imposed your person upon us in the most ill-bred manner? Or will you remove your breeches as I command?"

William's fingers were shaking as he bent his head and began, slowly and shamefully, to comply. They would see it- They would know his shame- But Charlotte and Elizabeth were on him before he could finish, and he soon found their deft fingers undoing buckles and buttons, coaxing fabric loose, tugging layer after layer free... Oh, he protested, sputtering of his dignity, their virtue, the unseemliness of it all. But not one of them seemed to give the slightest heed, as more and more bare flesh was revealed under the warm glow of the lamplight...

Shouts of feminine laughter rang out when his linen breeches slid at last to the carpet, disclosing his nakedness. "What a marvelous device!" Elizabeth observed, bending to investigate the odd metallic device fastened around the trembling young man's prick. "I see now what you spoke of, Prudence! Then it truly is impossible for such a fellow as our dear Will to violate our honour, even if he chose!" Indeed, that was the case; for William, having accepted his mission, had been given no alternative but to accept, at the hands of Lord Bartleby's physician, a cage of iron that confined his manhood and kept it locked away from even the barest hint of pleasure.

"Indeed it is," Prudence observed – and at that, she stepped free from her own linen and corset, perfectly nude and smiling serenely as a seductive Venus. "Now, then, my dears. Rid yourselves of the rest of those bothersome clothes, and we shall see what our dear Will can do to entertain us." And as she stepped forward, her pert and rosy-tipped breasts swaying suggestively with every movement, William felt a pang in his entrapped cock as it sprang vainly up, a captive in its iron cage...

"N-no- please- I-" "You should know that there are many delightful ways to bring a woman pleasure, dear Will," Prudence smiled, even as his eyes were dilating at the sight of her companions disrobing completely before him. "There is no need of a silly man's prick – or even a man at all, as our lovely Sapphic poet has taught us. And as proof, we shall set you to work for us tonight, learning the art of pleasuring us all while keeping us pure from your... seed." Her smile broadened as she glanced over at Elizabeth, now fully nude and reclining on the bed with a gleeful expression on her face. "Come, now. Onto the bed before our dear Lizzie, and taste the pleasures between her legs. Or shall I call for the bellboy?"

Thus it was that William, trembling violently, crept up upon the bed, urged on by these young women who seemed intent on using him for their own carnal ends. And then Lizzie's hands were in his hair, tugging him closer, pressing his mouth deeper into the warm hollow between her thighs... "Yes, that's the way," he heard Prudence saying, even as Elizabeth cried out in surprise and sudden delight. "He must lick you just there in your cunt, lick like a dog. Now Charlotte, you must recline next to her and suckle her teat. Yes, dear girl! Take her breast in your mouth, just as an infant does..."

Then, even as muted cries and gasps of feminine pleasure began to ring through the room, William felt a cool touch upon his balls, followed by a swift cut of pain on his ass. "Onward!" he heard Prudence cry, and dimly he sensed that she must be swatting at his buttocks with something – perhaps nothing other than the very crop she used for her horse. "Do not stop or tire until we command. But, Will, perhaps you will also find a degree of pleasure in this..." And at that, he felt something firm slipping up between his ass-cheeks – something firm and cylindrical, perhaps the handle of some unknown object. In and out, in and out it slid, over and over, unleashing a mixture of pain and pleasure unlike any he had ever felt before-

At last, amid the overwhelming swirl of sensations, it happened: the thighs about his head clamped tight, the girl's moans turned to cries of uncontrolled pleasure, and he felt the hands clenched in his hair relax their grip. "Good, good," Prudence was calling, even as the pace of her own rhythmic thrusting in his ass scarcely slowed. "Do you see now how it is done?"

But then, before the panting Will, face asmear with his own spittle and the damp of her carnal pleasure, could respond, he found himself being tugged away. "You will entertain us all tonight," he heard Charlotte order – and before he could do more than blink and whimper up into her splendid, youthful nudity, he found himself drawn once more between a fresh pair of womanly thighs. "Now Lizzie, dear," he heard her gasp. 'I beg you, do for me what I did for you- Yes, that's it-"

So as he set to work again, he dimly heard Prudence's voice, suffused with mirth and aroused pleasure, calling out. "Yes, yes, that's the way, girls! No need of suitors to entertain us when we have a Will of our own, is there?"

To which the response – a mingling of groans, moans, and rapturous sighs of pleasure – seemed quite sufficient.