BOUND FOR BETRAYAL

by Powerone


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In Victorian England, two women find themselves helpless in the hands of two unscrupulous men that have no moral compass. Murder, theft, slavery and seduction, the men are devious and unrepentant. They’ll do anything to get what they want. Emily and her twin sister Celia find themselves unprepared for the real world. Sheltered and innocent in the ways of men, they are ill equipped to fend off the unwelcome advances of the two men that are destined to take their monies and their futures for their own pleasure. Or are they?
Lady Celia is the more adventurous and flamboyant of the twins. Lady Celia must submit to a scandalous and humiliating medical exam and then is thrust off to the auction block that will seal her fate. Shamefully displayed for all to see, she’s quickly sold and sent off to Istanbul to become the birthday present for a nobleman’s son, Wiley. He’s shy and innocent, but he quickly learns what brings him pleasure. Without restraint, his pleasures become more perverse, and Lady Celia, whose slave name is now Sinemis, must submit. She finds surprising carnality under the ropes and restraints of Wiley. What will her future be in this strange land under the firm and demanding hand of Wiley?
Lady Emily is shy and reserved. Barrister Noble, the unscrupulous lawyer, submits Emily to a medical examination. Barrister Nolan sees something in Emily when she willingly submits to him, He changes his mind, keeping her instead of selling her like her sister. He takes her to his home in London where she’s trained to serve him in every way. Will Emily find pleasure and happiness under the stern demands of Barrister Nolan?
There’s a surprising twist to this book. Can the women find pleasure in complete submission or will they revolt against their captors and seek out justice from all that had been taken from them? Will the twins be reunited, or will they live their separate lives in ways they never imagined?


Chapter 1


Tragic Events Unfold




“It’s so sad that their parents died just as they’re about to bloom into womanhood,” Lady Swan commented as she stared at Celia and Emily. Both of the twins sobbed hysterically when they passed by the closed caskets of their parents.

“They should’ve never been out that night. The storm was the worst in a decade. I heard their carriage went over the edge at midnight. It took two days before they could climb down the ravine to recover the bodies. By that time, the animals had already taken their toll on the bodies.” Lady Stretton was aghast at the thought of what they looked like in the caskets.

“What will become of the girls?”

“The Hutleys were well-to-do. There’s an uncle that’ll insure that they’re properly cared for until they turn eighteen. He’s brought in a nanny to care for them. Barrister Nolan is taking care of probate. The girls will inherit it all, but they’ll be under the strict eyes of Barrister Nolan. Otherwise, their fortune will be flittered away or the girls will be set upon by handsome scoundrels that will part their money from them.”

“It’s only six months until they turn eighteen. They’ll find beaus quickly. They’re beautiful and wealthy. They’ll both need good men to take care of them.”

The large church was filled. The Hutleys were a fixture of the town for many generations, and the town came out to pay their respects.

“I hated my brother, but he did produce lovely girls,” Brice Hutley said in a low voice to Barrister Raleigh Nolan.

“Yes, but although Celia and Emily look alike, they couldn’t be more different.” Raleigh replied. Raleigh had known the family since the twins were babies. He did legal work for Arlie and was intimately involved in his extensive wealth. “We can discuss the outcome for the girls in my office over a nice brandy after the service.”

Vicar Ezra Marley stood in the pulpit as his large arms swung widely and his loud voice rang out in the congregation. He was a Hell-and-brimstone preacher. A light dusting of silver hair tarnished his black hair, but he was fit with broad shoulders and muscular arms. He was unmarried but by choice, not by the design of the church. Many a lady sought out more than the comfort of the church from the vicar. He took that duty as part of his calling. After fifteen years as the vicar, no one questioned his devotion or his honor.

The black carriage pulled by six black horses took Brice, Celia and Emily to the cemetery. Not much was said during the trip. Brice was glad that the girls had stopped sobbing. It was getting on his nerves. He’d be glad when he could leave this town and go home, leaving the girls’ well-being in the hands of the nanny he hired. He knew he picked the correct woman for the job when the girls took an instant dislike to her. Beatrice Merdle was strict and that was her endearing characteristic. It would only be six months until the girls became of age, and he wanted to make sure that nothing happened to them during that time period. He wasn’t absolutely sure if they were both pure and innocent, but he knew enough of his brother that he was confident that was the case. He was sure it was in the case of Emily, but Celia was a bit wild. He wanted them chaste when they became women. That was part of the deal he had with Barrister Nolan.

Finally, the bodies were laid to rest and the ground covered. They got back into the carriage to take them back to the homestead. It was one of the largest houses in the town, fitting of the wealth of the owners. Brice would sell it soon enough and be rid of this bother and be much richer.

“Go inside, Beatrice is waiting for you. I have business to attend to.” Beatrice stood at the door, her lips in a scowl as she waited for them.

“Come inside and get out of those dresses before you rip them,” she nagged them before they could get out of the carriage.

The carriage took out and left a cloud of dust as Brice went back to town and the barrister’s office. His carriage was parked outside and the black carriage dropped him off and went back to the funeral home. He went into the office, and Raleigh had a brandy ready for him with a box of his favorite cigars on the table.

“That went well,” Raleigh said as they sipped the brandy.

“Yes, Vicar Marley gave a rousing send off. Was there any problems with the constable?” So far, everything went off without a hitch.

“No, the constable took the donation for his campaign without as much as a question and ruled the deaths as accidents. The bodies were too disfigured by animals to do anything otherwise.” Raleigh had been the barrister here for twenty years. He knew his way around all the public officials and also the non-public ones. His practice had proved to be lucrative because of these connections.

Brice lit the cigar, and the blue smoke curled upwards. The office smelled of old wood, leather and cigars. It was a man’s office. “When will probate take place?” Brice was eager for Raleigh to be made administrator of the estate by the court and then Brice could get his hands on the money.

“It’ll be two weeks before the first hearing. I need to get an inventory done to submit to the court. After that, it shouldn’t take too long unless some long-lost relative is unearthed.”

“I’ll take care of any other descendant that might pop out of the woodwork. I’ll use the same men as before.” Brice had hired two scoundrels to make sure that Arlie and Edith had an accident. They’d proved themselves to be capable. They found just the right time to do it to make it look like an accident. They were worth the money he paid them.

“Yes, very capable men. I might use them for another endeavor I’m working on in Newcastle. Good men like that are difficult to find.” That endeavor could be more money than this one, but this one was less about money. “When the girls become of age, they’ll leave the town and you can sell the house and land. I’ll tell anyone that asks that the girls decided to go to London to live. It was too difficult to stay here with all the bad memories of their parents still fresh in their minds.”

“And you’ll take care of the girls. They’ll be gone and never seen again?” That was the only loose end of the deal. Brice would’ve rather the girls met a similar fate that their parents met, but Raleigh was adamant. He wanted the girls. Brice couldn’t find fault his decision. The girls were both beautiful and innocent. If they weren’t related to him, he’d have the same intentions that Raleigh had.

“Yes, I’ll take care of that. I’ll get some pleasure from them, but then, I’ll turn them over to others that know the finer details of selling young women to men that have wicked and depraved ways.” Raleigh had a long list of unsavory characters that he could always count on for the most unpleasant and unlawful acts.

Brice knew that Raleigh would get a handsome sum selling the girls, but that was part of the deal. Raleigh took less of the inheritance in exchange for the girls. It was a win-win for both of them. “Beatrice will keep them in line for the six months they’ll live here. I’ll be back for their eighteenth birthday. I’ll have a grand affair for all to see. That’s all the townsfolk will remember of them once they are gone. I’m off to London tomorrow. I’ve had enough family life for a long time.”

“I’ll contact you if there are any problems, but I don’t expect anything.” They talked for another hour before Brice left. Brice went back to the house. The girls were already in bed and Beatrice stood guard. He left the next morning after breakfast.

* * * *

It was a week before the girls could put the death of their parents from their every thought. They stayed in the house, unable to go outside. Beatrice forbade it. Celia hated Beatrice more than Emily did.

“She’s such a bitch,” Celia exclaimed too loud for Emily’s comfort, for she feared Beatrice would hear it.

“Sssshh, she’ll hear you.” Emily was always the levelheaded one while Celia was always flamboyant and unpredictable.

“She looks like a witch.” Celia could understand why Beatrice never married. No self-respecting man would ever look at her, never mind marry her. Her black hair was straight and stringy. It looked like she had it cut with gardening shears. Celia never saw a smile on her face, always a sneer. It was as though her lips were curled down permanently from an affliction. Her body was dumpy, with oversized breasts that would spill out of her bodice and hang down to the floor like udders. Her ass was plump and sagging. She shuffled around on slippers so that she could sneak up on them anytime. Her fashion sense was a shabby dress that tried to hide all her deformities.

“She’s not that bad,” although Emily couldn’t deny that, after their mother, Beatrice was a big letdown. Their mother was a fine-looking woman and no one ever suspected that she had two daughters that were almost eighteen. Both girls got the honey-colored hair from their mother, soft and luxurious, although it did require nightly brushing to keep it that way.

“I hope we can last six months without killing her,” Celia exclaimed. The last week and a half was bad enough, six months sounded unbearable. They were forbidden to go outside the house without permission, and Beatrice already stated bluntly that they’d not be dating any beaus until they turn eighteen. No way was that going to happen, at least not for Celia. Maybe Emily could wait, but not Celia. She had too many suitors interested in her. Boys were so predictable, and their eyes would stray with such ease. They’d find someone else in six months.

Emily was still scared of boys, not like her sister. They might be twins, but Emily didn’t have the confidence or the daring that Celia had. She liked it that way. Celia always ended up in trouble. They might be twins, but they weren’t identical twins, not even in looks. They looked similar, but Celia had this look about her most everyone saw except for Emily. They instantly knew Celia from Emily. Emily never understood it and couldn’t explain or describe it. That infuriated her to no end. “If you kill her, you’ll never be free,” Emily stated defiantly.

“I know that,” Celia retorted. Emily took everything literally. Sometimes her sister exasperated her.

* * * *

Every able-bodied man in the town knew of the sisters. It didn’t matter how old they were, but it was the young beaus or the scoundrels that were the most interested. Their honey-blonde hair was a magnet, but once the men got closer and saw their luscious bodies, they were hooked. The sisters looked as though they were groomed hourly, their porcelain skin was flawless, and their pink lips were inviting. They both wore dresses that were cut low to accent their bosom, with a gold cross always nestled between the twin peaks to draw a man’s eyes. From behind, a man’s eyes were drawn to their perfectly shaped derrieres that swayed hypnotically when they walked.

Their parents were always around to keep the men away, but since their death, it grew worse. The nanny was relentless and never left them alone for a second. It was said that she never slept a wink, her eyes always on the doors and windows, not only to keep the men out, but also the sisters in.

* * * *

Emily was content to stay locked up in the house but not Celia. It was six months now since their parents passed away and another month sounded like an eternity. They’d both turned eighteen, but Uncle Brice postponed their party for a month due to his business plans. Celia didn’t know how she lasted this long. She didn’t let her fingers stray between her thighs at night. She was sure that Beatrice stood guard outside the door and would barge in at the most inopportune time.

Celia planned it for a month now. It took that long to get a message out and a return message without Beatrice or Emily finding out. Emily would’ve tried to dissuade her if she knew. Miller Allerton was Celia’s secret beau. He was the traditional cad that would do anything to seduce a woman, but Celia couldn’t stay away from him. Her parents would’ve been aghast if they knew of him, but Celia had many secrets that no one knew. She might marry a prosperous, handsome man, but she sought out the bad boys now. She was of legal age of consent, and she wanted to experience some of what she’d missed. She couldn’t wait another month.

Celia knew that Beatrice guarded the house at night, suspecting that would be when they’d try something. So, Celia arranged to meet Miller in the outskirts of the woods nearby at two in the afternoon. Lunch would be done and it was too early for dinner, so Beatrice might be caught off guard.

Celia knew how dangerous Miller was, but she still wore a thin dress that covered her legs to her ankles, but it was drawn tight across her womanly hips and firm buttocks. She had to restrain her ample bosom to keep it from being too overly exposed. She’d have a hard time explaining her breasts hanging freely if she was caught or Beatrice saw her. She told Emily she was going to her room to read and take a nap, but it was nothing out of the ordinary. It had been a boring six months in the house with nothing else to do. They spent most of their time in their rooms, away from Beatrice and her prying eyes.

Celia’s room was on the second floor, but outside her window was the roof and not more than ten feet away was a trellis, but it was autumn so the vines were bare. Celia had checked it when she was outside to make sure it was sturdy. She didn’t want to fall to the ground before she could leave.

Celia took long minutes to open the squeaky window as if it was an alarm set by the diabolical Beatrice. The afternoon breeze came into the room, slightly nippy, but it was too late for Celia to change her clothes. She wore slippers on her feet so she could traverse the old roof without falling. The roof was slippery, but she managed to make it to the trellis. She held her breath when her foot touched the first rung on the trellis and she prayed it would hold. She began to go down the trellis, each step made her more confident that it would hold her, but she was still glad to get her feet on solid ground. She looked around to make sure the coast was clear and then ran for the edge of the woods. It didn’t take long to reach the safety of the woods as the brush was overgrown since her parent’s death. No one took care of the outside maintenance any longer.

She was out of breath by the time she hid behind the trunk of a large oak. The ground beneath it was littered with brightly covered leaves. She saw Miller not far off, waiting for her.

Miller couldn’t believe his good luck with Celia. He was four years older than her, but he cared little for the age difference. She had a body that he was drawn to. Miller had his pick of many women. Who could avoid his charm? He had broad shoulders and a muscular chest that women loved to rest their head on after he gave them their pleasure. His brown eyes penetrated deeply, but it was his stout cock that gave him his reputation. That and he knew how to pleasure a woman. Celia was an ideal candidate for him, virgin he was sure, but she craved the pleasure that he could give her. He thought himself lucky to meet with her that day. Since her parents death she was held captive in her house by a cruel nanny intent on keeping them apart. It had been six long months. He caught sight of her not far off. He waved to her, and she began to run toward him. He looked around, not a soul was in sight. The trees were barren of their leaves, leaving little shelter from the prying eyes of anyone that might come into the woods. Miller hoped for privacy long enough to get his pleasure and show Celia the pleasures he could give her. He watched as she ran toward him, his eyes glued to her heaving breasts.

Her heart raced, but it wasn’t just from the running. She ran into Miller’s arms and felt his body pressed up against hers, the warmth between her legs instantaneous.

Her breasts pushed into his chest, and her rapid breathing made them rise and fall. He could feel that her breasts were encumbered by only her dress and shift. The moment their bodies touched, her nipples hardened against his chest. He responded in a similar fashion as his cock hardened to iron.

It was as if their bodies were one, meshed together in perfect harmony. She felt the hardness of his prick between her legs. She was sure that it moved, proud that she could inspire that in him. The wetness between her legs was instantaneous, as if it were her fingers that drew out her arousal. He finally broke their embrace, but he only pulled back slightly. His large, powerful hand was gentle as he tenderly pushed her blonde hair out of her eyes. She watched as his lips moved to touch hers in a soft embrace. She pushed her lips harder into his, wanting to feel the kiss deeper. His hand curled into her golden locks of hair and held her head as his lips tormented her. His other hand was around her waist, and it drew her tighter against him. His hips moved as he ground his prick against her pussy.

Her lips trembled against his. “Are you frightened of me or of yourself?” he teased her.

“Neither,” she lied. He kissed her again, but this time, he was more demanding. His tongue pushed into her mouth. Her body went limp in his arms to surrender to the pleasure that shot through every fiber of her being. She gave into him completely. The last six months were sheer torture, denied any pleasure of his company or of her hand between her legs.

“AAAAHHHH!” He took her by surprise when his hand slid from her hair to her breast. He’d pulled back away from her just enough so his hand could engulf her breast. She never felt anything like it before. Prior to this, they’d only kissed when they managed to get a few moments alone but nothing like this. Her nipples swelled up so big that she thought the tips would explode with her pounding blood. His hand gripped one of her breasts and squeezed it. She arched her back to push her breasts into his exploring hand. His lips touched her neck to send shivers through her body. She tilted her head in complete surrender like a trapped animal, exposing her vulnerable neck to her predator.

His cock jumped excitedly in his pants as his fingers sought out the hardened tips of her breasts. He squeezed them between his thumb and forefinger as they grew harder and bigger under his attention.

She felt his prick against her virgin pussy with only her thin dress and his pants that separated them. She couldn’t deny him as her lower body squirmed against him. She spread her legs slightly, but that was all that was needed for his big prick to find her pussy lips and push in. Her pussy was soaked in anticipation. Then, she felt his hips move away, leaving her unfulfilled. But, his hand slid down as she waited with bated breath for him to touch her pussy. She was disappointed when she realized what he was doing. He was undoing the buttons on his pants. He was going to take his prick out. She bit her lips in fear and anticipation.

Celia looked down as he fumbled with his pants until he unleashed the thick flesh of his prick. She’d never seen a grown man’s prick when it was erect. It stood out like the trunk of one of the many trees around her. Her pussy went into spasms of uncontrollable pleasure. His prick jutted out at attention, but it bounced slightly up and down. She knew she caused him to be this way. He pulled back from her so she could see it fully.

As she stared at his cock, he took his belt out of his pants. He did it so fast that Celia didn’t know what happened until it was too late. He wrapped it around her belly and then he went behind her and buckled the belt behind the slim trunk of the tree. When he stood in front of her, his cock wouldn’t stay still. He’d pinned her body to the tree, but her hands were free.

“What did you do?” She felt the belt tight around her waist, and she couldn’t move away from the tree. Her hands were free, but she never felt as helpless as she did now. Yet, she couldn’t deny that she was more aroused by that fact.

“I don’t want you moving away, but I do want your hands free. Would you like to touch my cock?” He made it bounce.

Her lips were so dry that she couldn’t say a thing, but she nodded her head in surrender. He moved closer, and her hand opened up until she felt his prick touch it. The minute it did, it jumped excitedly, as if she did something wrong. His prick was hot and hard. She didn’t know how it could be that hard. She couldn’t take her eyes off it. “Doesn’t it like my touch?” she asked as if his prick would answer.

“It loves your touch too much, Celia. Circle my cock with your fingers and explore it, but make sure that you grip it tightly so it can’t escape.” He held his breath until he felt her fingers try to encircle the girth of his cock.

She could barely get her fingers around the thick shaft. The head was smooth but a deep red with a thick flange beneath it. The shaft had loose skin on it but was also covered with thick veins that ran up it like vines on a tree trunk. Her fingertip ran beneath the thick flange, and then, she noticed the drop of fluid that sparkled in the midday sun. She held his prick tight as the muscles in it strained to be free. She couldn’t believe the way it moved beneath her touch. “Can you move it like an arm or finger?”

“No, but I can make it throb and jump like this.” He flexed his cock, but her fingers gripped the shaft tighter.

Celia didn’t want to lose her grip on his manhood. His prick danced in her fingers.

“Stroke it with your fingers, Celia. Move your hand up and down, but don’t release it. Feel the skin slide back and forth.” Miller looked down as her hand started to move, and he couldn’t control the drops of precum that her fingers had induced him to release. She might not have ever done this before, but her hand was a natural. Not only did she stroke his cock, but her fingers also explored every inch of the shaft as if she wanted to paint a picture of it in her head.

Celia saw more drops on the head and that inspired her. She took broad strokes up and down the shaft, the loose skin pulled by her tight fingers. Then, she ran her fingers up higher as she explored the helmet on his prick. The minute her fingers touched the thick flange, more drops leaked out profusely. Her other hand reached down to hold the shaft and stroke it as she pinched the helmet of his prick with his thumb and forefinger. Her fingers nervously ran over the smooth head as they neared the hole in the tip and the wetness that she’d drawn from him. She was surprised that his crème was so hot and thick. It stuck to her fingers, yet it slid easily beneath her touch as she wiped it over the helmet of his prick. She teased at the hole in the tip with her fingertip, and she was rewarded with more of his juices; this time, it spurted out. “Did I make you cum?” Celia was nervous that she aroused him to climax so easily.

“No, keep it up, Celia.” Miller knew he wouldn’t last much longer. It was time for him to explore her body. His hands moved to her breasts, but he clenched them briefly before he began to open the pearl buttons on her dress. “Don’t stop,” he ordered her in a demanding voice when she released his cock to fend off his hands.

He scared her. Her hands stopped moving to defend herself and one hand went back down to grip his prick once again in submission. She looked down as his fingers expertly opened the row of buttons on her dress to the waist. He pushed it aside, and she was clad only in the thin shift. His hands went up, but they were harsh as they grabbed the bodice of her shift and ripped it. Celia turned red as her breasts were freed and they spilled out into his waiting hands. His fingers teased at her hardened nipples, but he gripped them tighter and twisted them. She didn’t dare stop stroking his prick as her hand slid up and down the growing shaft. How could he get any bigger or harder? She never felt her breasts like this before. They grew hot from his touch, and she cried out when his head leaned over. The next thing she felt was wet lips touch her nipple, and then with powerful suction, her nipple was drawn deep into his mouth. She felt his stubble rub her soft skin harshly, but it was pleasure she felt, not pain. His tongue began to lash across her swollen nipple, not softly, but it rasped across it. Her nipples were so sensitive. Between her legs, she was drenched. If only she could touch herself.

She stroked his cock faster as he suckled her breasts. He went from one nipple to the other, but his free hand always teased at the neglected nipple to pinch and twist it. It was time to move on and show her the pleasure he could give her in return. His hands deserted her breasts but moved lower.

His hands brushed her hand that stroked his prick, but it continued to move lower. Her nipples swelled from the cool breeze on the wet tips. His hands went to her dress, and she felt him grab it in his fingers and raise it up her legs. She tried to escape. This had gone too far, but she found her body bound helplessly to the tree. When she tried to pull away, the belt grew so tight across her belly that she couldn’t take in a deep breath. Her body shuddered, not in pleasure but in excitement at being bound and unable to defend herself. “No, don’t, please, I’m innocent, no,” she begged, yet her hand never stopped stroking his prick. She cradled it in her hand as she stroked it.

“I’ll not take your innocence, but I’ll show you the pleasure you can receive.” He yanked her dress up along with her shift. She wore silk bloomers, but his hand slipped inside. The fragile garment couldn’t stand the pressure as his large hand stretched the fabric until it tore. His fingers pushed deeper inside, and they slid over the fine hairs of her bush, but it was her pussy lips that he sought.

He ripped her bloomers, but his fingers were gentle as he teased her pussy lips, just as her fingers had done. He spread her lips open, and then, she felt a calloused finger slide between them and rub the soft, wet inner lips. She couldn’t stop the flood of juices his fingers provoked. He knew his way around a woman as the tip of a finger sought out her pleasure button. He found it expertly, and she cried out when the finger rubbed over her swelling button. All of her senses were drawn to that very spot. She whimpered in pleasure.

His finger ran over her pleasure button once again. “Do you want me to make you climax, Celia?” His fingertip rubbed the very tip of her button once again to entice her.

“Yes, yes,” she cried out.

“Yes what, Celia. What do you want me to do?” He wanted her to beg for it.

She struggled against the belt that held her pinned to the tree to make her feel how powerless she was. “Make me cum,” she whimpered in surrender.

“Stroke my cock. When I cum, I want you to cum with me?” He felt her hand stroke his cock faster. Fingers curled over the head and rubbed the tip to extract more of his leaking cum. Then, she ran a fingernail over the thick ridge, not sure if on purpose or by accident, but it provoked another spurt of precum. “Grab my balls. That’s where my cum is.”

Her other hand slipped inside his pants and shoved down hard until her fingers went through the wiry pubic hairs and found his ball sack. The skin felt wrinkled, but then, her fingers felt his balls roll around inside. She sought them out, elusive as they tried to escape her grasp, but she was eager to capture them. She needed to cum and cum soon. She didn’t know if she could wait until he did, so she had to do everything she could to make him cum.

He teased a finger around her virginal opening, but he didn’t dare take her innocence. He struggled not to cum, but as soon as her fingers gripped his balls, he had no choice. His body went rigid as every muscle tightened in anticipation. “Now, Celia, now cum with me.”

He pinched her pleasure button and that was all that was needed. The minute her hand was blanketed in his thick crème, she came explosively. She never felt anything like it as her body shook. Her nipples felt as though they’d exploded, but it was her pussy that gushed her juices all over his hand just as he did with her. Her fingers milked his balls. She clenched on them but softly. She knew a man’s balls were sensitive. She looked down to watch as his prick ejected thick white crème. It went all over her hand, but it also landed on her dress. She didn’t know it would shoot out with such power or would be so profuse. Her hand continued to stroke his prick, easier now as her fingers slid easily on his juices. Three, four times he shot out before she felt his prick lose some of its greatness. She continued to stroke it but with less urgently to ring out a few more drops of cum from it. His hand between her legs stayed there, but it no longer moved. Her body shuddered one last time. Her legs felt as though they were limp, thankful for the belt that held her pinned to the tree, otherwise she would’ve fallen to the ground.

Miller undid the belt around her waist. He put it back on as he put his cock back into his pants. He watched her as she tried to get dressed again, but he made it difficult in his haste to uncover her. Her shift was torn, but he couldn’t tell when she buttoned up her dress. But her nipples gave her away, still hard beneath the thin dress. She pulled up her bloomers and her dress slipped down to cover her legs. She looked almost presentable except for the flush on her skin. It was the flush of a woman that had gotten her pleasure.

They talked for a few minutes, but Celia had to get home before Beatrice found out she was missing. It was awkward now that both of them had their pleasure. “I’ll see you at my coming-out party that my uncle is giving Emily and me next month. It’s going to be a masquerade party.”

“I can’t wait. Then, we’ll be rid of your uncle and your nanny.” He thought he might marry her now that she’d be wealthy. It was time to settle down with money.

Celia managed to get back into her room without being caught. She hid her dress and shift. She’d destroy it when she had the opportunity. She took one last look at the dress. Her fingers strayed over the wet spot where Miller had cum on her. She ran her fingers over the spot then drew her fingers to her lips. She licked her fingers and grimaced at the taste. It was thick and salty, very unpleasant, yet she didn’t pull her fingers from her mouth until they glistened with her spit.





Chapter 2


Masquerade Party




Raleigh began to get ready for the girls’ masquerade ball. It would be an elaborate affair, not only for the twins to celebrate their coming of age, but it would also put them on display for those that might want to entertain offers for the twins’ services. London had an expansive dark market for eligible women where Raleigh hoped to fetch a good price for both of them, although he did have a fancy for Emily. Emily was more innocent than Celia, he was sure. Celia was outspoken and adventurous, not sure how innocent she was in spite of keeping her locked up for seven months. After the ball, he would ascertain their innocence when he took both of them to London.

Raleigh spent a week getting ready for the ball. Luckily, the house was big, but it was still difficult to prepare over fifteen rooms for the guests that would arrive from London. He spent a lot of money furnishing the rooms with new linen. The house began to grow more festive as soon as the flowers arrived and the local merchants began to stock the kitchen with the finest food and wines. He’d spend a grand sum of monies on this ball, but he hoped it would be worth it.

Brice returned from London for the ball, but he looked around the house as a businessman would to try to ascertain its worth so he could sell it at a high price. His guests were added to the list, men with the wealth to acquire the house and land as well as the businesses that his brother had acquired over the years. Brice wanted to be rid of the assets and the twins quickly so he could leave and live the luxurious life that he was entitled to. He knew of Raleigh’s intention with the twins, so he thought of leaving London in case something went bad. He could live a fine life in New Delhi, India. There was a strong presence of Englishmen that believed in the same values he did. The Indians were a submissive race that the English could control. Indian women and men were cheap and plentiful for the most perverse demands of male and female alike. He didn’t know if he could stand such a place though. It was a strange and dirty place to live. He could go to the continent, maybe France where respectable people lived a good life. The French were more forgiving to the perverse pleasures of life.

The house was finally filled with people, a vast staff of servants and cleaning women to get the house ready for the ball. Even Beatrice had a difficult time keeping the twins under control with all the confusion around them.

Emily and Celia were in high spirits. The death of their parents was behind them, and with the ball, their future as women were in front of them. As soon as the ball was over, they’d be free of Uncle Brice and Barrister Nolan, they naively thought. The house had come alive, no longer the jail that kept them chained inside for seven months.

Beatrice had allowed them into the town to have the grandest gowns made to their specifications. Uncle Brice had insisted they looked their best. As twins, they debated wearing the same clothes but, instead, decided to wear the same dress but in different colors so that they would be easily distinguished from the other. The dresses were made out of the finest silk, spun with threads of gold. The bodice was daring, in spite of Emily’s discord. Each of them would wear a diamond-encrusted gold cross that would hang delicately in their ivory bosoms. The dresses were cut meticulously to their individual figures to highlight every womanly asset they had. They both barely ate for the last week, as they feared that they’d gain a pound and wouldn’t be able to fit in their dress.

Jacob was the head butler that Raleigh had hired to handle all the details of such a festive occasion. He was precise and unforgiving in the details. Nothing would be put to chance. Every detail had to be planned and executed with meticulous care. It was his reputation that was on the line. He had a capable staff, but he always hovered over them to make sure that nothing was overlooked.

Barrister Nolan was a demanding man, not only in the details, but also in the costs. The ball was expensive. Jacob didn’t know why he spent so much money on it, but he never asked the motivation for his tasks. He was hired to give the finest ball and that is what he’d do.

Raleigh was happy to see the table set for a banquet for the guests that stayed at the house. Jacob had three chefs to prepare the elaborate meals for the guests’ one-night stay. He looked at the grand ballroom and was pleased with the decorations. There were garlands of fresh flowers throughout. The musicians were already set up and practicing. He could see nothing to dissuade him of Jacob’s abilities. He went up to the room he set aside for himself. It was near Brice’s room for convenience once the ball was over and the guest left.

On the bed was his black tailcoat made of the finest cashmere. Next to it laid the starched, white shirt and the black cashmere waistcoat with a V opening. His black pants were stretched out to prevent the slightest wrinkle. His black boots were highly polished. His black silk socks, the white cravat and the white gloves made of kid leather were laid out like specimens. He’d take a leisurely bath before he dressed for dinner. It was Brice’s responsibility to meet all the arriving guests.

* * * *

Celia felt like an adult now. All the men looked at her, not as a little girl but as a grown woman. She knew many of the gazes were lustful, but she didn’t take offense, not even from the looks of older gentlemen that were married could offend her. She liked being sought out for her magnificent figure. She loved the dress she wore, the finest of all the guests. It clung to her body like a second skin. No man could look away from her generous bosom. The jeweled cross did its job of drawing their eyes, but it was her youthful, full breasts that were revealed so generously that kept their eyes affixed to them. She never had so much attention paid to her. She knew she’d have the pick of any man she desired.

Celia barely ate dinner, sitting aside Uncle Brice with Emily on the other side. She didn’t dare spill a single drop of anything on her dress to mar her beauty. She did sip some wine, the first time she was allowed to have it at dinner. She’d snuck wine from the cellar too many times to count. She enjoyed the feeling of euphoria that swept over her head when she drank it. It made her braver and that was a bad thing for someone that was already adventurous. She spoke to everyone, fearless in her words.

Emily didn’t take to all of it as Celia did. When she looked in the mirror after she dressed, she didn’t recognize the reflection that shot back. It looked like Celia, not Emily. Her breasts were revealed shamelessly, and from the back, her derriere looked so big. Her blonde hair was styled to perfection, her skin groomed with the finest makeup. She looked beautiful, but Emily didn’t feel that way. She agreed to this farce only for Celia’s sake. Celia relished being the center of attention and finally being rid of Beatrice’s unwanted notice. Emily sat next to Uncle Brice, but she hardly knew him, and he seemed to want to keep it that way. The seating was a formality, not for convenience, for he said hardly a word to her since she sat down. She began to eat after she starved herself for a week to get into the dress that was too confining for her now. It was going to be a long night.

Raleigh entered the banquet room fashionably late but few noticed him. He wasn’t up to the caliber of the rest of them. They were all gentlemen of money, and they didn’t make it by working as Raleigh did. Most inherited their money and had men that ran their sprawling empires for them. Yet, he still felt as though he belonged here. Soon, he’d have enough money and his past would be forgotten.

Emily didn’t recognize him when he walked in. It wasn’t until he stood next to her that she recognized him. It was Barrister Nolan, but he looked nothing like he did before. He was dressed eloquently, like the finest of gentlemen. His body was trim and fit in his tuxedo, and he wore a look of confidence on his face. He didn’t look like the old man that she’d met before, although he was no young man. He smiled at her, and she found herself smiling back as a welcome change spread through her body.

“You are the most ravishing woman here, Emily.” He bowed before her as he sat down. He gave Brice a courteous nod, but that was all. Their business together would be almost complete by the next day, and he’d leave for London. Raleigh would also leave for London, but he’d take Emily and Celia with him. It was there he’d make his fortune.

“You must say that to all the women. My sister is much more desirable than I am,” Emily always undeserved. She found herself blushing and unable to contain it.

“Nonsense, you’re much more interesting, and you have an air of innocence about you,” he said boldly as she stared at him with a different look in her eyes.

“Innocent I am, but most men desire a more worldly women like Celia. She can wrap a beau around her finger in minutes.” She couldn’t believe she said that to him, professing her innocence in such matters of a man and a woman. That was something that Celia would do.

“Some men might like that, but I must confess that I have a perchance for women that are more submissive to the demands of a man. I find them more willing and eager in comparison to experienced and apathetic.” He looked at her, and the gaze in her eyes made his cock harden in anticipation. His inclinations of Emily might be correct.

“I don’t know of the ways of men, but they frighten me.” She didn’t know why she said these things to him. She’d never spoke this way before to any man, especially to an older man.

“Do they frighten you on what they might do to you, or because you’re frightened that you might find solace and joy in what they might do?” He saw the way she bit her pink lip when he said it.

“I must confess that I’m confused and uncertain.” Her body trembled at the thoughts that raced through her head. She didn’t know why the words flowed out of her mouth without thought.

“You need a good man to show you the ways of the world of pleasure, Emily, an experienced man.”

“I’m of age now. I hope that such a man might find me to his liking.”

“Or mold you into the woman that lay hidden behind that delicate exterior, undiscovered and untrained.” His cock threatened to break free of his new trousers. If only he could take her now and not wait.

Emily had never felt the strange tingling between her legs that she felt now. Celia had told her of the pleasure she got when her fingers strayed between her legs and stroked her center of pleasure, but Emily didn’t indulge in such things. She wanted to be pure in heart and body when she married her husband. It would be her gift to him. “My future husband will do that for me. He’ll guide me in the ways a wife will serve her husband in the bed.” She never expected pleasure, but she’d get her pleasure in her husband receiving his. She’d do all he asked of her.

It was time to change the subject, Raleigh unable to stop the throbbing of his cock. He’d never be able to stand up without revealing his arousal from their conversation. A waiter broke the conversation when he brought over his dinner. “Thank you,” he nodded to the man, thankful for the opportunity. “How is the dinner, Emily? I hope it was to your liking. I tried to make sure that this night would be a night you’d remember.”

“Uncle Brice has seen to that. It’s a very elaborate ball, much more then I’d expected from him. He seems disinterested in us, but it must be difficult for him to have had the burden of us for the last seven months.”

Raleigh wouldn’t contradict her about who was responsible for the ball. It would be too difficult to explain why he did it and not Brice. But, the ball allowed many interested men to see both of them, and Raleigh hoped that would increase the interest when he took them to London and sold them. “Yes, it’s going to be a grand ball. I hope you’ll save a dance for me, Emily.”

“I’d be honored.” She knew that Celia would monopolize most of the eligible men in spite of the fact that they were twins. She was more eager and sexy. Somehow, men saw that in Celia but not in Emily.

The banquet ended in an hour. The musicians signaled the beginning of the ball with a lively tune. Everyone began to go into the ballroom.

“May I escort you, Emily?” Raleigh held out his arm for her. Celia had already walked off, a man on each side of her, both of them young beaus that knew of her upcoming wealth and saw her beauty. They’d all put on their masks. Celia and Emily had white satin masks that covered their eyes and nose, but they were littered with sparkling diamonds. The cuts for the eyes were big enough so that anyone could see the sparkle in their eyes.

“Yes, thank you,” taking his arm as they walked toward the ballroom. It had been a long time since the ballroom had been used. Emily barely recognized it as they walked through the two massive oak doors with gilded doorknobs. The ballroom had been painted a festive white, including the large beams that held up the arched ceiling, making the room look much bigger than it was. Red velvet drapes hung from the floor-to-ceiling windows, but they were drawn back so all could see the breathtaking view from the raised balcony outside. Below the grounds were lit up with a hundred torches. The smell of roses and lily of the valley cascaded through the room. The chandeliers sparkled down on the marble floors, and the walls were covered with red candles that danced in the faint breeze of the night.

There were chairs everywhere, with little sections of private nooks to a wall of chairs for those that sought out the comfort of getting off their feet after a strenuous dance. A large mahogany bar at one end was serviced by five elaborately dressed bartenders, serving the finest wines and liquors. Nearby, a table was covered with hors d'oeuvres of every variety and for every taste.

The eligible men crowded around Celia and as soon as the musicians began to play, she was out on the dance floor and never returned to sit down. Emily was asked to dance by an elderly man, and she accepted. Raleigh moved to the side and vanished into the crowd at the fringes where the less wealthy felt more comfortable. They were invited for their business connections, not their social connections.

Celia also had to fend off the advances of older, wealthy men that thought themselves immune to proper conduct. They held her too tight when they danced, and their hands strayed off her waist to touch her hip or buttocks. They often pulled her against them until she was insulted by their hard pricks rubbing against her. It was the price she paid for her beauty, but she was adept at pushing them away without insulting them. It was the young beaus that she had trouble with. She enjoyed the way they tried to touch her inappropriately, like Miller did to her in the woods. That was the first time she ever went that far with a man. It scared her, but it excited her more. She wanted to learn more of the ways of a man and woman. Now that she was free, she’d endeavor to find the ways of pleasure that Miller opened up in her. Emily insisted on being pure when she married, but Celia had no such compulsions. There were tricks to hide the fact that she’d not be innocent in her marriage bed. A small drop of blood on the sheets was all that was needed to proclaim her giving her innocence to her new husband. She could cloak lack of experience with ease. She was so good she thought of taking up acting in the future.

Emily had to push the pawing hands of older men from her all evening. The only notable exception was Barrister Nolan. She found him delightfully sensitive and caring. He danced as though he glided over the floor and took her with him as if she was on wings. She was never a good dancer, but he made it look easy. His hold on her while dancing was demanding but not overpowering. He guided her like a teacher would a student. She responded in kind, allowing him to sweep her off her feet. She hated when the dance ended and another portly older man took her for the next dance. Emily danced with Barrister Nolan two more times, and each time, she enjoyed him more.

Raleigh danced with Emily three times, but he dare not any more, fearing drawing too much attention to himself. He allowed the older men to line up and monopolize her dance card. He went over to the bar and watched the people around him have such a grand time. Celia was in her element, monopolizing all the eligible bachelors. But, a number of wealthy men did have a chance to hold her near and feel what it would be like to have her underneath them in a passionate embrace. A stout cock would drive an older man to pay anything for that pleasure.

Emily needed to be alone. This was too much attention for her, unwanted attention of older men that pawed her outrageously. It was only Barrister Nolan that was a gentleman and that had surprised her. She went out on the large terrace, going to the far side to escape. She leaned over the railing and gazed to the beauty below, lit up with torches. She began to daydream of what her life would be like now that she was of age. She missed her parents, but there was nothing she could do about that any longer. She expected that Celia would find a beau to marry soon and that would leave her alone. She didn’t know whether that would be good or bad. She didn’t want to end up being a spinster with her cats as her only companions, but she was fearful of men. They had perverted designs on her body.

Miller had managed to sneak into the ball once it got started. He wasn’t up to the caliber to be invited, but he managed to dress the part to avoid being thrown out once inside. He sought out Celia, eager to relive that encounter with her in the woods. She was a catch that he wouldn’t let get away. He wanted to bed and wed her, body and fortune. She’d invigorate his standing in the community if he could marry her.

He tried to stay out of the spotlight, starting outside on the patio in hopes of finding her. The dance floor was packed, so it was difficult to find her there. His search would have to be careful to avoid detection. He was about to go back in from the patio when his eyes spied the dress. He was told by the dressmaker of the design of it as she boasted to anyone that would listen. It was Celia, and she was bent over the railing as she stared below, but all he saw was her pert ass pushed back in invitation. He crept up stealthily. She didn’t move as he neared, engrossed at what lay below.

She was immune in her surrounding until she was startled by the touch behind her. “Whhhattt!” She cried out as a hand went around her waist, but it wasn’t the hand that startled her. It was a man that pushed up against her upturned backside. She was bent over unladylike and there was no doubt that an erect prick pushed between her unprotected cheeks. He pulled her up against him, and she could do little but receive his prick in such an unlikely place.

“Celia, you’re so beautiful. All I remember is our passion in the woods last month. It haunts my sleeping hours. I must have you again.” He rubbed his cock on her ass with one hand on her hip to guide her while his other hand crept up until it found one of her full breasts.

Emily didn’t know who it was, but he obviously knew Celia in more than one way. Emily didn’t know what to do or say. So she didn’t move or open her mouth. She didn’t know why. Or do I? Do I want to see what Celia’s life is like? His hands were bold and he took her breath away when his large hand encircled her breast as though it was a bowl of fruit for him to select the ripest fruit. She could feel his fingers search, and then, her nipple grew hard and responsive to his pinching fingers. She never felt anything like it before. She couldn’t stop the tip from throbbing unnaturally or from growing hard as if she relished the unwanted attention. She shivered when the tips of his fingers found the soft, naked flesh of her bosom, and she feared his hand would find its way inside her bodice to clench on her naked breast.

Miller leaned over her and began to kiss her neck passionately as he suckled the soft, vulnerable flesh, but his hips were never still. They moved side to side as her delicious ass cheeks rubbed his cock so passionately. His hand guided her hips to match his, but he found her responding as she pushed back to drive her buttocks into his raging cock.

“Spread your legs wide, Celia, so I may nestle my cock between your luscious ass cheeks. Can you feel my contractions that your body inspires?” He wished the two of them were in a place more private where he could ravish her. His cock needed relief from Celia’s body. She drove the lust from his every pore.

She didn’t know why her hips moved and rubbed on his prick. It was disgusting what he did to her, yet her body moved under its own volition. It was as if Emily had no control over it. He had a power over her that she couldn’t resist. She felt his hard prick, and she’d have to relieve it. It was her body that drove his lust, not Celia’s. This man wanted her just as much as he wanted Celia. She couldn’t disappoint him, she wouldn’t. Her shameful submission to him would be hidden by her mistaken identity.

“I must get relief, Celia. Reach back with your hand.” Miller reluctantly pulled back from her ass, but he got relief when her hand moved back. He guided it to the front of his trousers. “Grip it like I taught you.”

She never felt anything that big or hard before. She couldn’t imagine that a man’s prick could be limp one minute and hard as iron the next. His prick moved beneath her fingers. The slightest movement of her fingers on it would send it to shudder and jump in the tight confines of his trousers. “It’s so big,” she said before she could stop the words.

“You made it that way, Celia. You’re going to have to do something about it. A man cannot survive in such a state. It’s unnatural and unhealthy to not get relief.” He couldn’t believe that he was bigger and harder than last time, but what man didn’t like to hear the words of a lady compliment his size.

“Turn around and take it out, Celia.” He spun her around, and he stood openly in front of her while his raging erection pushed out his trousers obscenely. He looked at her beauty, the mask made her that much more mysterious and sexy. He grabbed her hand and pushed it against his cock. “Now, take care of me, Celia,” he urged her.

Emily’s hand trembled as she tried to open the buttons on his trousers, but it seemed that the monster beneath it strained to be unleashed. It was a shameful task that she performed, but soon, she had them opened. Her hand reached inside his shorts, and she found the monster. She could feel the pounding blood in it. It was huge. She felt a strange heat between her thighs as she tried to uncover his prick. She had to open the top of his trousers before she could get the long prick out. Suddenly, she was shocked when it sprang free into the light. She’d never seen anything like it before. It was as big as a baby’s arm. “I don’t think I can get my hand around it. It’s too big.” Her breath was ragged, and her breasts heaved in the tight dress as she struggled to breathe.

Miller stood there proudly with his cock out in full glory in front of her. Her white leather gloves slowly reached out, and he shuddered in pure pleasure when leather-clad fingers gripped the shaft of his cock. He’d never had a maiden touch his cock with gloves on. Her gloved hand was so soft, yet her fingers gripped his cock with such authority.

The minute she touched his prick, it moved energetically so she had to grip it tight to keep it from escaping. She felt the unfamiliar wetness between her legs. Is this what Celia told me of? Does this man arouse me by making me submit to his lust? She could barely get her fingers around it, yet once she did, she didn’t know what to do. She held his prick up into the air so she could see it better. It stood up so tall. It had to be at least two hands high, but the top of it had a hat on it, smooth and a dark red. The shaft had bumps and ridges on it, but it also had thick veins that ran up the shaft. She could feel pounding blood course through them. When she moved her hand the slightest, she felt it shudder but it was the drop of something wet that came out the hole in the hat that glistened in the light that caught her attention. Her finger moved to the top, and she ran it over the tip. Even through the glove, she could feel its heat. It was sticky as she moved her finger over the head to spread it. She squeezed her thumb and forefinger on the head. The more she squeezed, the more it responded with throbbing spasms. It was hard, but she could still squeeze the flesh tightly.

Miller didn’t move as he watched Celia inspect his cock with her eyes and fingers as if she never saw it before. He liked the attention she took with his cock. But, he needed relief before anyone came outside and saw them. “Stroke it like you did before,” he urged her. Her fingers gripped the shaft tightly as her hand slid up and down, drawing the skin with it. “All the way up, I want to feel those soft gloves on the head of my cock.”

She couldn’t believe she did it. The loose skin on the shaft moved with her fingers as she stroked it. It grew bigger beneath her touch. She saw the way it jerked and shuddered when her fingers played over the hat. It must be sensitive there, so she paid extra attention to it when her fingers drew all the way up. As her fingers slid over the smooth hat with each stroke, she saw the drops of pearly crème on the head. She must be doing something right. She was so proud of herself that she could inspire such an outcome. Yet, she worried what might happen when he got his ultimate pleasure. How much of his crème would leak out? But, she continued to do what he asked. She looked up at him. She never saw him before, but he looked at her with a twinkle in his eyes. Does he love Celia? Or is he one of those cads that only wanted his pleasure from her body?

“Yes, that’s it, just like before. You’re so skilled at giving me my pleasure. We can meet later, after everyone leaves, and I’ll give you your pleasure as I did before.” He hoped to go much further later with her. Might I take her innocence from her tonight?

Emily could see the wiry hairs inside his trousers. Her hand stroked all the way down to the root of his prick. She gripped it tight, and she was sure that she yanked some of the hairs out when she slid her hand up once again, but he didn’t protest. More of his crème leaked out with each passing stroke. It wouldn’t be long now. She stared into his face, wanting to see him when he got his pleasure.

She took such long strokes and held the shaft so tight that she jerked him up onto his toes with each stroke. Only then did her gloved fingers run over the head. She tightened her fingers and twisted them around the head. He never felt anything like it before. It was as if the head was massaged on all sides at the same time. Celia didn’t do that before. Did someone else teach her that? Miller found he was jealous, but he couldn’t deny the pleasure he got from it. He didn’t know whether to thank that person or despise him.

She could see the change in his face, even though he wore a mask. His body grew tense, so she tugged on his prick harder and faster. It took only a second before he cried out in pleasure.

“Yes, yes, make me cum, Celia. You do it so well.”

Her eyes darted from his face to see his climax, to his prick to see it shoot out his precious seed. It surprised her when his prick swelled up and the hole in the tip opened up wide as his pearly seed shot out like a bullet. She pushed his prick to the side just in time to keep it from spaying on her beautiful dress. She’d never be able to explain that. His seed spurt so far that it shot over the edge of the railing. She hoped that no one was below, but she had to contend with all of the crème that shot out. Some of it stained her gloves, but she continued to stroke his prick, easier now that it slid on the slippery crème. He cried out again, and another spurt of his seed shot out like a cannon, not as far as last time, good thing for those below them, but it was still with such power and it was profuse. She stroked his prick while he spurted two more times, each time less powerfully but still more than she’d expected. When he was finished, there was a wet spot on the ground beneath him. She held his prick until she felt the last contractions. It lost some of its hardness, but it was still formidable in size. Her gloves were stained with his seed, but she’d have a souvenir of this memorable night. She finally released his prick. “I should get inside before I’m missed.” She ran off to leave him with his prick out in the nighttime air.





Chapter 3


Doctor’s Intimate Examination




The ball finally came to an end. Brice saw the last of the visitors depart, and the others retired to their rooms, full of good food and drink. He hoped to have some offers for the properties the next day before they left. But, first, Raleigh would have to spirit the girls off to London and out of the way. The townspeople would remember the girls’ elaborate sendoff, but that would be all.

Beatrice woke both of the women up early. “Get dressed,” she yelled at each one. “Pack a small bag for a day or two. You’re going to London.”

Celia hated that Beatrice was still here, but even she couldn’t ruin last night. She met so many eligible men that sought her hand. She was on her way to a new life as a free woman. Beatrice mentioned London and that was the only reason she obeyed her. She’d never been to London and always wanted to see what a big city was like. There were many more eligible men in London and many were wealthier. Maybe, she’d like it so much that she’d stay. Emily could come back here and live in the house, as long as Celia had enough money to live the good life in London. She began to get dressed and packed a bag with her finest clothes.

Emily popped into Celia’s room. She couldn’t believe that she was doing what Beatrice ordered. After all she said of her, she obeyed her even though they were grown women now. “What are you doing?” She looked at Celia in a new light after her encounter with the strange man that thought she was Celia. He’d told her of what she’d done in the past, but what was more unbelievable was Emily did the same thing. Emily barely slept the night before. All of her waking moments were filled with visions of a man’s prick in her hand, and she went over the details of her giving him his pleasure in such detail. She knew every inch of his prick, yet she couldn’t describe the man or give his name.

“We’re going to London,” Celia squealed with delight.

“But, Beatrice…”

“I don’t care about her, as long as I can see the big city. Now, don’t disappoint me and pitch a tantrum. We can see the rest of the world.”

Emily went back to her room, got dressed and packed a bag. Celia always treated her as if she was the only one that mattered and Emily had to do what she wanted. Yet, Emily did what she wanted.

The carriage came around to the back of the house, but neither girl thought it was strange or unusual. Raleigh didn’t want anyone to see them leave. He’d rented a fine coach to take them to London in comfort, but it also had drapes to conceal the occupants. He had the small house in London ready for them, as well as the appointments set up for each of them individually. It would be Celia first, and then, Raleigh could decide what to do with Emily. It would all depend on her disposition.

Beatrice herded the women into the carriage.

“Where is Uncle Brice?” It was Emily that found him missing. Celia was too excited to go to London that she didn’t care. Just then, the carriage door opened and Emily expected to see him, but she was surprised. “Barrister Nolan, why are you here?” She was surprised but not disappointed.

“Uncle Brice had a few things to take care of before he went back to London, so I’m to be your chaperone. London is a big city, and you need to be protected. I realize you’re both grown women now, but there are scoundrels in London that prey on innocent women. It’ll only be for a day or two, and then, you’ll return home.”

Celia didn’t care as long as she could go to London. She’d find a way to sneak off and experience it on her own. She felt bad for Emily, but she wasn’t adventurous. “Okay, let’s go.”

Emily liked Barrister Nolan better than Uncle Brice, so it was better for her. “Yes, let’s go.”

The ride to London was long but uneventful. Under the beady eyes of Beatrice, the conversations were limited, but Celia liked that. It was almost over and she’d be free.

They finally arrived, but it wasn’t what Celia expected. She thought Uncle Brice was wealthy, but the house they stopped at was smaller than the one she grew up in, and it seemed to be outside of London. She could see some of the buildings in the background, but it looked distant. Now, she hoped to go home quickly.

They went inside, and Beatrice showed them to their rooms, Emily first. Beatrice came back to Celia’s room within five minutes. She knocked on the door out of courtesy.

“Yes?” Celia hated to see Beatrice’s grim face.

“Barrister Nolan would like to see you downstairs. He’s going into London and thought you might like to go with him.” Beatrice tried to smile, but it came out as a smirk.

Celia’s eyes brightened up. London, she could slip away with ease in a big city. She had some money with her. “Yes.” She grabbed her coat and went downstairs where Barrister Nolan waited. “Is Emily coming?”

“No, she’s tired from the carriage ride,” he lied. Beatrice’s sister would stay to make sure that Emily didn’t try to go anywhere. He watched as Celia got into the carriage, his eyes on her delicious rump as she bent over not so graciously to get into the carriage. He got in along with Beatrice.

“Shouldn’t Beatrice stay with Emily?” Celia hated that she’d go. It would be more difficult to escape, although not completely impossible. After all, Celia had foiled her before with Miller.

“No, she’ll be alright. Matilde is there.” Raleigh smiled as he answered. The carriage took off with a gallop, Raleigh eager to get this part over with. Once they were at the destination, Celia would be under control.

It wasn’t long before the carriage stopped. Beatrice got out first, ready for any trouble. As Celia got out, she already complained. “Where are we? This isn’t what I expected.” It was a nice part of the city, but it was small brick buildings on the street, more commercial than vast storefronts or restaurants that Celia expected.

“We just have to stop her for a moment, then we’ll go into London proper and you can see the sights.” Raleigh got out as Beatrice herded Celia to the front door.

Celia would do anything to get into the city and lose them immediately, but she grew frustrated. Inside was a waiting room. It was luxurious, but there was no one around. It must be another lawyer’s office that Barrister Nolan needed to visit, probably one of his colleagues.

A door opened up and a man entered, but he wasn’t a lawyer. He was about forty, but he was tall and slim. He was manicured and neatly dressed in a black suit with glasses as though he was a scholar of some importance. “Come in, Celia. I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Me, why me?” She was taken back that he wanted her.

“I’m Dr. Blackwell. I’ll be examining you today.” She was every bit as lovely as he was promised, and to think that he’d get to do it twice. He’d never examined twins before, not such an exceptional beauty such as this one.

“Uncle Brice insisted that you have an examination by one of the best doctors in London,” Raleigh explained. He knew the ruse wouldn’t last much longer. “Come, Celia, don’t cause a scene.”

Suddenly, Barrister Nolan became more sinister. There was something wrong. “I don’t need an examination.” Celia was adamant. She barely had seen a doctor in the last five years. She was perfectly healthy. She never had a cold in five years. Then, she felt Beatrice grab her arm and her fingers dug into her flesh. “Take your hands off me,” she exclaimed in surprise.

“Get into the room, Celia. I don’t want to hurt you.” Beatrice scowled as she pulled Celia into the outer room.

Celia caught sight of the other room. It was a sterile white room, but situated in the center of it was a large black table padded with leather, but one end of it was split with two sections that pushed out to the sides like wings. There was a row of cabinets and a long white, marble counter that was filled with shiny metal devices that she couldn’t fathom, as well as bottles of specimens soaking in fluids, but her eyes went back to the table. She saw black leather straps hang from all the corners, and the thought of Miller tying her to the tree with his belt popped into her head.

“Step into the room and remove your clothing.” Beatrice’s voice barked the command.

Dr. Blackwell handed her a gown. “Put this on.”

Celia had enough of this. “I’ll do no such thing,” she defiantly protested.

Dr. Blackwell had dealt with malcontent women before. “If you don’t obey, I’ll have to take you over my knee and give you a thorough spanking. And then, Beatrice will strip you naked, and you’ll not have a gown to cover your modesty.” His voice boomed as he demanded her obedience.

Celia shivered in fear at his voice. Beatrice stood by her side, an evil grin on her face. She’d love to strip her naked in front of everyone and shame her. She looked over at Barrister Nolan, but he offered no comfort. At least there was a screen where she could undress and try to preserve her modesty. She snatched up the gown and went behind the screen, but Beatrice followed her like a hawk.

“I’ll help you. Now hold still.” Beatrice began to work on the dress, undoing the laces in the back and slipping it off her body. Celia didn’t need a corset for her young body. Beatrice helped her off with her chemise, and Celia tried to hide her naked breasts. “Take off your drawers,” Beatrice commanded her.

Celia slipped her drawers off, grabbed the gown and pulled it on quickly. Her body was flushed and red with shame. When she pulled the gown down, it barely went to her knees to leave her shamefully exposed, but the back was worse. It was split up the back, and Celia had to put her hand behind her to keep it from gaping open obscenely. Even the front of it was cut so low that Celia expected her breasts to spring free if she walked.

“Out.” Beatrice shooed her out from behind the screen.

At least the room was empty now. She walked into the other room as though it would be her last steps. Hopefully, Beatrice would leave her alone with the doctor. At least she’d have some privacy. Yet, she feared what the doctor might do when he examined her. She never visited a doctor as she grew older or thought of what it would be like. Now, she’d have to contend with it all at once.

As she walked into the room, she saw that it wasn’t empty. Barrister Nolan sat in a leather chair. Dr. Blackwell was behind a large oak desk covered in papers and books. He sat in chair as he stared at her. Next to the desk stood another man, a younger man, not much older than Celia. Beatrice came into the room and closed the door behind her. All of them looked at her. When she looked down, she realized that her nipples were hard and punctuated the thin gown as though she was aroused to be half naked in front of them. She tried to cover them up with her hands, but each time she did, the back of the gown would split open and she’d feel the cool air on her naked buttocks. “Why is everyone in the room, Doctor?” she pleaded to no one in particular.

“Barrister Nolan is here as your guardian under instructions from your Uncle Brice. Beatrice is here to assist me if you should become unruly or uncooperative. This fine young man is Garrett Drysdale. He’s my doctor assistant. He’s attending Worshipful Society of Apothecaries and is required to seek practice with a licensed medical professional, such as myself.” That sounded so good and truthful, but Garrett was really a well-to-do son of one of his patients. His father paid handsomely so Garrett could examine fine specimens of womanhood without reproach. That and the money he made on these unorthodox and unethical exams provided him a lucrative sideline to augment his legitimate medical practice. London was an expensive city to live in, especially if someone desired the finer things in life.

“Lean against the table, Celia, so I may get your vitals.” He placed his stethoscope in his ears as he approached her.

Celia couldn’t do anything to stop them. There was too many of them, but once she was free of that place, she’d report them all to the proper authorities. Then, she’d get her just reward. She stood still as the doctor began to listen to her lungs and heart. The cold stethoscope was put down her back. She was shamed when she had to take deep breaths that pushed her breasts out more obscenely. Then, he put it down the front of her gown as she struggled when his hands touched her bosom. It felt like he did it on purpose, rubbing the cold metal stethoscope over her nipples. As much as she struggled to make them go down, this only heightened their hardness. Her hands were clenched tight in fists at her sides as she struggled to hold the position as he examined her, fearing reprisals if she objected. It wasn’t as bad as she thought. He listed to her vitals, checked her pulse. He peered into her ears and nose, but then, he took out a flat stick.

“Open your mouth so I can peer down your throat. It’s going to make you gag, but that enables me to view your throat easier.” He loved to have a women open her mouth so wide for him. His cock hardened at the thought of him placing it in her mouth and feeling those soft, pink lips grip his cock until she gave him his pleasure. He moved the tongue depressor in her mouth as if it was his cock. He visited every corner of her mouth before he pressed deep onto her tongue. His cock jerked in such pleasure when he got the response he desired.

“GGGLUGGH!” It felt like her stomach was going to upchuck. She struggled, but he didn’t take the stick out of her mouth. Four times he made her gag, and Celia tasted the bile that came up the last time. It was as if he did it on purpose. Finally, she got relief when he pulled it out and threw it away.

“Lie on the table, Celia. I’m going to do an intimate examination now.” Dr. Blackwell’s cock strained to be released from his pants.

“No, NOT with everyone in the room, I can’t!” She panicked as her body turned bright red in the shame of everyone seeing her naked body. Why does Barrister Nolan have to be here? Why the young intern? Beatrice did this to get back at her. Suddenly, she was spun around and pushed against the table. She was shocked by the loud noise, but it quickly followed by a burning pain in her buttocks.

Dr. Blackwell tossed her around until he came face to face with her buttocks. The gown was made to open up easily, and it performed as designed. Her full, white buttocks gleamed brightly, such a target, and his hand found the target with such authority. “SSSLLAAAPPP!” He pushed down on her back to bend her over deeper. It forced her ass to arch up higher to give him a better target. He connected with her other cheek, and when he pulled his hand away, both cheeks held red handprints.

“SSSSMMMAACCK!”

The fiery pain raced through her buttocks. She could feel the heat on her skin. Her legs shook as she endured the child-like spanking. All saw her disgrace, to be spanked bare bottom. “No more, I’ll obey,” she surrendered.

Dr. Blackwell gave her one more smack to make sure she realized his intentions. His hand lingered longer on her buttock as he felt the muscles spasm from his abuse. “Get on the table now and no more of this trouble.”

Celia could barely breathe as she turned around, all eyes on her as she did. The pain of the spanking went deep into her buttocks, but it was something else that bothered her more. She felt her pussy get wet, and her nipples throbbed so hard that she was sure they’d explode. It was just like when Miller tied her to the tree. Her surrender to a demanding man made her aroused. It didn’t matter that it was a doctor and the room was filled with others that saw her surrender. It was as if the others watching her were what enhanced it so much.

Celia climbed on the table, but her skin wouldn’t slide on the leather, and her gown kept going from one side to the other to expose her legs and much more. Finally, she laid flat on the table, her legs demurely together with the gown pulled down as far as it would go, but it left a lot of her legs revealed. Her chest heaved and her nipples stood out boldly for all to see. To make it worse, she saw Garrett come over to the side of the table. It was bad enough that the others were older, but Garrett was almost her age. He was handsome, like someone she’d have as a beau, but this was something much different. He’d soon see her in all her naked glory, not to make love to her but to examine her intimately.

“Put your arms over your head, Celia.” He smiled as she immediately obeyed. Spankings always did that, Dr. Blackwell had taught him.

She clenched her thighs tighter together when she felt his strong hands grip her wrist, but it was the leather strap that she saw in his hand that made her squeeze the muscles in her pussy. He took his time as he put the strap around one wrist. She felt the leather tighten when he buckled it. She was being bound. She was afraid and aroused by it. He grabbed her other wrist and made short work of securing that one. When he finished, both arms were drawn to opposite corners of the table. She knew there were straps at the foot of the table also. That is what aroused her more. Will he tie my legs so I can’t stop what they might do to me?

“Hold still. I need to bind your legs. We wouldn’t want you to move unexpectedly and hurt yourself while Dr. Blackwell examines you.” The end of the table was split for a purpose. Each split could be adjusted in a number of positions to open the patient up for the most intimate of inspections. He started with one leg as he put the leather strap around it and buckled it. He didn’t spread her yet. He’d wait until he had both legs bound. He bound the other ankle and stepped back to look at his handiwork.

She shivered in fear when her legs were bound. The end of the table was strange, and she now knew why. It would open up so anyone could get between her legs with ease. With it, her crotch would open up lewdly and everyone would see her most intimately. Her body was flushed when the end of the table began to move. She looked down to see Garrett smirk at her as he began to spread the split ends of the table in opposite directions. He never saw her gaze, for his eyes were glued between her legs as he spread her legs wider and wider. She could feel her pussy lips begin to part, ashamed at the wetness she felt. Soon, Dr. Blackwell would know her shameful truth. Garrett licked his lips when he finished spreading her legs. Beatrice gazed down at her shameful pose, but it was Barrister Nolan that stood up that shamed her more. He wanted to get a better view of her body. She couldn’t help but notice that he had an erection that pushed out his trousers like a spear.

“Now, we can begin, Celia. Relax, there’s nothing you can do, so enjoy it,” Dr. Blackwell urged her. He’d make sure she did. He lifted up her gown and laid it on her belly. Everyone’s eyes were glued to her pussy. Her blonde pubic hairs were almost invisible and highlighted the thin lips of her pussy more vividly. He ran his hands through the fine blonde pubic hairs.

Her body trembled when Dr. Blackwell lightly touched her bush. The hairs resonated all the way down to the follicles. His fingers were gentle but probing. This isn’t what she expected. He touched her pussy lips, the first touch of a man in such a place since Miller introduced her to pleasure. He gripped her lips tightly with his thumbs and forefingers. They pinched, but it wasn’t pain she felt as he pulled her lips open and the cool air of the room blew inside her moist pussy. He kept her open as she squirmed as much as she could in the tight straps that kept her secured to the table. All eyes were on her pussy. She never felt so strange before. Her heart raced, and her lungs couldn’t fill with air. She felt something between her legs, like when she touched herself down there, but this was more intense.

Dr. Blackwell pulled her lips apart wider but then released one so he could explore her inner lips. His finger slid easily up the soft, silky inner flesh to glide along the wetness that coated the flesh. “Celia arouses easily. She’s very wet. Would you check her nipples, Garrett? See if they’re erect.”

Garrett smiled down at her as he undid the top of the low cut gown. It didn’t take much before he uncovered both of her breasts. She was almost completely naked now for all to see, and Barrister Nolan moved closer. “AAAHHH!” She gasped when Garrett’s fingers began to pluck at her nipples, not hard and grabbing as Miller had done but soft and caressing. She couldn’t will them to go down if she tried. He played with each of her nipples with such skill. He ran his fingernail over the very tip. It should’ve hurt, but when he sliced his nail over it and the pain shot to the depths of her breast, it turned to pleasure, not pain. Her nipple grew bigger, as if she begged for more of the same. He soon began to pinch and twist her nipples. She never saw them so hard and big, even when he twisted them until they were gnarled out of shape. When he released them, they sprang back to hardness.

“That’s good, Garrett, she’s soaking wet now,” he proudly proclaimed, as his finger sought out her clitoris and a sharp burst of surprise shot from her mouth.

“No, not there,” she cried, but it didn’t sound like a protest. It felt so much better when it was the touch of a man that did it, especially the skilled fingers of a doctor that knew her body better than she did. That and being embraced by leather straps on the table heightened the pleasure. Her body squirmed, not to escape but to test the leather straps and to push her pleasure button into his fingers harder.

“Do you like that, Celia?”

There was no lying, all could see how wet she was. She could smell her arousal. “Yes,” she shamefully admitted. She didn’t want him to stop before she had her pleasure.

“I’m going to check to see if you’re still a virgin, Celia, so try to stay still. I wouldn’t want to bust your hymen by accident.”

Her body froze when he said that. His finger deserted her pleasure button, but his large finger pushed between her lips as it rode on her wetness. He stopped when he got to her virgin hole. His finger explored her, teasing at the tight muscles that protected her. He rubbed his finger all around the dark opening, pushing with more pressure as he did. She could feel her pussy begin to blossom open. She never felt anything like it when the tip of his finger went inside her. It moved slowly and cautiously. Then, it stopped and she felt a pressure. He pushed and something stretched inside her.

“She’s a virgin. I can feel her hymen,” Dr. Blackwell decreed with authority.

At this moment, she wished she wasn’t a virgin. She wanted to feel something inside her, even if it was only a finger.

“Are you certain, Dr. Blackwell, it’s very important.” Men would pay dearly for a fresh virgin. What man wouldn’t want to be the first one inside her? Raleigh needed to be sure.

“Yes, but you can check for yourself.” He moved out of the way.

“No, you’re not a doctor,” but it was too late. Barrister Nolan stared at her pussy, and then, she felt his finger begin to probe her. It began to enter her as it squirmed from side to side until she felt it hit her hymen. She held her breath and hoped he wouldn’t break it accidently.

His finger was soaked, and her pussy was so tight even for one finger. He found her hymen. “Yes, she’s intact, but she’s very wet and so tight. That’s good.” He reluctantly pulled his finger out, but he put it to his mouth. He licked it. “She tastes fresh.”

She couldn’t believe that he licked her juices. That was so demeaning. At least he pulled his finger out, but then, Garrett had his turn, and she soon had another finger inside her that explored her.

“Yes, I confirm it now.” If only Garrett could fuck her, but he knew that was forbidden.

At least Beatrice didn’t want to do it, also. That would be perverted and degrading. Now, they would let her up, get dressed and be done with this. She could escape this fiendish group.

Dr. Blackwell was back between her legs. He began to stroke her clitoris. As much as she might’ve complained about so many fingers in her virgin pussy, her clitoris was big and hard, throbbing with blood and a deep red in color. He heard her gasp, but she didn’t murmur a word of protest. “Play with her nipples, Garrett. We’re going to make Celia climax for us.”

That sounded so demeaning and perverted, but she bit her lip and didn’t say a word. It felt too good, and she needed relief, in spite of the fact that all would see her climax so publically. Or is that why it feels so much better than when I do it? She panted heavily within minutes, and she struggled not to cum for them like some trained animal, but they were relentless. She felt her race to a peak that she didn’t understand. She was lost in the feelings they’d dragged from deep in her virginal body. Unable to escape from the cruel embrace of the table, she surrendered to all that she felt. She felt her pussy muscle tighten and grip as though they sought out a cock inside her. Her climax came in waves of pleasure that raced through her body with each successive one stronger than the last. She tried to arch up from the table as the pleasure coursed through her veins. Her head exploded. She never came like this before, not even under the guidance of Miller. Dr. Blackwell and Garrett were truly masters of a woman’s flesh.

They all watched as she slowly opened her eyes. Her breathing was ragged, but she was alive. “How did you make me do that?”

“Men will show you the ways of the world, Celia.”

Garrett unbuckled the straps that held her to the table, but he had to help her off the table. Her legs could barely contain her. Her gown was pushed back down over her. Beatrice was ready with the leather cuffs. Garrett spun her around while Beatrice quickly secured her wrists behind her back, wrist pinned to wrist high up her back. It made her breasts push out in display.

“What are you doing?” Cecil found her wrists bound once again. She didn’t understand, but her questions were silenced with a cloth gag over her mouth. It pushed into the corners of her mouth to force her mouth open. Drool ran out. She struggled, but Beatrice already pushed her out the back door where the carriage awaited.

“Inside,” Beatrice pushed her inside, but Beatrice didn’t get in. There were men inside ready to accept her. It was only a short ride to her destiny.

Raleigh’s cock strained to get out of his pants as he watched her struggle, bound and defenseless in the carriage. He hated to get rid of her, but he still had Emily. He’d make up his mind about her. The men that took her were eager. It would be two days before it happened, but he’d have Emily during that time.





Chapter 4


Prepared and Sold




A large man was seated on each side of her in the carriage. They were muscular with thick chests and arms, their shirts drawn tightly over their bulging muscles. They wore tight pants, and she could see their pricks etched in them, like serpents ready to spring free and attack if they were released. But, they didn’t stare at her with lust in their eyes, even as she sat there partially exposed and almost naked. The gown did little to hide her near-naked charms. Their eyes were fixed around as if they stood guard to protect her.

She was frightened, unable to understand what had happened. The public examination was frightful enough, forced to expose her naked body to Barrister Nolan and Garret, but it was humiliating to be made to climax before them, as if she had no control over her animalistic urges. She was bound once again but, this time, also gagged so she couldn’t make more than unintelligible murmurs of protest. She pressed her thighs together tightly and squeezed her virgin pussy. In spite of all that had happened to her, she found herself bound once again, and it aroused her shamefully, unable to control the effects the leather straps had on her psyche.

She had no idea where she was being taken, but it wasn’t home. She could feel the cooler air and heard the forest outside the carriage. She was sure they traveled away from London.

It took half hour to get there, far out in the woods where visitors would be intruders unless invited. The carriage stopped in front of a large wooden building. It showed years of use, but it was neat and unimposing. There was a large driveway in the front to hold the many visitors that would arrive when called. Tobe got out of the carriage.

“Get out,” he barked loudly to Celia. His assistant, Hudson, prodded her to get up.

It was a non-descript building in the woods. There wasn’t anyone else around. She was led through a large door. Inside, the walls were made of rough wooden planks, same as the floor. It showed its age, but it was clean. Her fear went to terror when she saw a half-dozen cells that lined one wall, two of them occupied by cowering, naked girls. They were bound to the wall, their arms raised high over their head and chained to the wall. Their lithe, firm bodies were exposed, from their proud breasts to their shorn crotches. Their skins glistened as if they were greased for effect. They had wooden dowels shoved deep between their lips to silence their protests, and their faces were stained from tears. They had long hair that hung down, one of them red, the other black, neatly brushed and cleaned. Celia was pushed toward the back of the building, and she passed by a large room. She caught glimpses of it. It had at least a hundred chairs, all mahogany and upholstered in red velvet that faced a raised stage, not more than three feet above the floor.

They stopped when they got to a large shower room, the floors tiled in white and the walls shiny and bright, but what hung from the ceiling were chains with leather cuffs waiting for slim wrists to contain. She was shoved beneath one of the showerheads.

“I can handle her, Hudson.” Tobe owned this slave auction house, one of about a dozen around London, but his was the most famous. He got the prized beauties that brought the highest prices. He had a mix of beauties. Some were brought in for sale due to the fact that they were bankrupt and unable to pay their debts. They’d be sold and the proceeds divided among the creditors along with necessary payments to the judges that sent them to this fate. Others were women that came of age, sold by their parents, guardians or custodians, the only thing of value that they had. The finest were virgins, untouched and unsoiled by man or woman. Some were brought by nefarious means, but Tobe cared little except for the transaction. Once sold, it was no longer his problem or concern. Many would be taken from Great Britain to places like the Middle East, where the authorities condoned slavery, to live a life of servitude in any manner their captors demanded.

Tobe began to undress and stripped off his clothes until he only wore a cloth band around his crotch, but even as tight as it was, it outlined his cock with such relief. He was big, but he didn’t take advantage of his charges. Many were innocent, and it would reduce their value greatly if that was no longer the case. Not even their mouths would be touched. Men wanted to see that first look on their faces when they were confronted with the necessity of taking a man’s cock in their mouths for the first time. It couldn’t be duplicated or faked.

Celia was sure that she’d be fucked and fucked by a monster prick. She wasn’t sure how she felt about it. He was handsome and strong, manly down to his prick. He took the gag out of her mouth, but his voice rang out before a word of could be spoken by her.

“I don’t want to hear a word out of your mouth, or else I’ll shove a mouth dowel in your mouth and stretch your lips until you think they’ll tear.” He saw her lips tremble, but she didn’t unclench them.

Celia felt relief when the gag was taken out, but she couldn’t stop the drool that ran down her chin and stained the gown she wore. He went behind her, and she expected to feel his prick against her backside, but he unbound her wrists instead. She didn’t have time to stretch them. He grabbed each wrist and attached the leather cuffs around them. She heard the chains move, and her arms were drawn up toward the ceiling. He didn’t stop until her feet could barely stand flat on the cold tile floor. She shouldn’t have been surprised by what he did next, but she was. He ripped the gown from her body. His large hands grabbed it, and the material held out as long as it could, but it finally succumbed to his power. He threw the rags in the corner of the room. She hung there naked in front of him. She looked down, and his prick bulged out obscenely.

“You’ll not get that, Celia, as much as you lust for it,” Tobe teased her as he grabbed his cock. He’d seen that many times before. Naked and bound, their natural instincts were to lust after his mighty cock. He never understood why. He turned on the water, more cold than hot. It began to spray over her body.

The cold water and the pressure of it shocked her as it raced over her body. He aimed it so it shot on her head, but then, she felt his large hands run through her hair, but it wasn’t harsh. He began to wash her hair with shampoo with such gentleness, as though he was a handmaiden, not her captor. He took his time to run the shampoo through her long blonde hair. She could smell the perfumed shampoo. He rinsed it off, and then, he applied a rinse. It took him long minutes before he was happy and her hair was clean.

She saw the washcloth in his hand along with the soap. He started with her face and neck, but she couldn’t stop the way her nipples swelled up in anticipation of his touch. She couldn’t stop them if she tried. The washcloth was soft, but when they ran over her hard, delicate nipples, it felt harsh as they scraped unmercifully to make them swell until they throbbed. When he finished, they stood out, a deep red, and she felt a yearning between her legs. His hands rubbed the washcloth over her belly, and she soon felt it touch her pubic hairs. They resonated all the way to the roots.

“Spread your legs, Celia.”

She could’ve of resisted, she should’ve resisted, but she parted her legs willingly in anticipation of the washcloth on her pussy. “AAAHHHH!” She bit her lips until she tasted blood when she couldn’t contain the cry that rang out from her mouth. He began to wash her pussy, paying intimate detail to every bit of it. The soft washcloth rubbed her inner lips, thankful he couldn’t tell the difference between the water and her abundant juices that flowed freely. She jerked back the first time he rubbed her pleasure button, but her hips moved forward to drive it back into his waiting hands. Will he make me cum like the doctor did? Celia knew she couldn’t deny him that if he was persistent. She couldn’t stop her hips from moving as he caressed her.

Tobe could see that whoever bought her would get a lustful woman. She might be innocent, but that made her more eager. She’d be pliant and obedient for the right man. But there were some men that got pleasure in a more depraved way, taking the whip to the women for their gratification. He wondered if this one would feel the same way if that happened.

His hand left her pussy unfulfilled as he spun her around. He washed her back, but she knew what was next. His hand cupped her naked buttocks with the washcloth and began to run over both hillocks, but then, she heard his command.

“Spread your legs, Celia.”

She did as she was told, fearing the retribution if she didn’t. She felt the unfamiliar and uncomfortable touch of the washcloth between her cheeks. She struggled not to clench her cheeks in defiance as his finger pushed in between her cheeks and ran from the top of her crack all the way down to her pussy. She shuddered when he touched her pussy again, but his finger went back up, and this time, it paused when it got to her anus. It was a shameful touch. She could feel it press against the reluctant hole. When his finger pushed down the first time, she felt the spasms in this unlikely place, but now, it was more intense. She never expected or wanted to be touched in such a place, but the finger was insistent. She couldn’t stop her anal ring from opening from the touch of the washcloth and his questing finger. It was too big as she struggled with the feelings that emanated from her anus. It was confusing. She never expected to feel anything but disgust from being touched there, but there was something more she felt. Could I receive pleasure from the touch? She wished he’d finish, as she feared that she might act as though she encouraged him to do it more.

Tobe gave her a sharp slap on her buttocks as he let the water wash away the soap. He aimed the nozzle of the shower on her nipples to make sure they stayed erect. She’d be easy to arouse to highlight her assets and abilities when he auctioned her off.

The towel was soft as he wiped her dry, but he paid more attention to rub her nipples, pussy and anus than was needed to dry her. He finally took her down and didn’t bind her again, at least not yet. He brought her over to a strange chair in the shower room. It was made out of wood, but it had iron brackets to connect the pieces of the chair. It had no arms. She was pushed down until she sat in it. He came behind her and pulled her arms over her head. She felt them secured to the back of the chair. Her back was arched unnaturally, her breasts thrust out prominently.

Tobe brought over the small stool and table. On the table was a mug of soap and a straight razor. “I’m going to shave you, Celia. You’re going to have to hold real still or else I might cut you. Men like their women bald, their armpits and their bush shorn.” It was only slaves that men liked this way, not their wives. They wanted to see everything on display from their captives.

She saw the sharp blade of the razor glisten in the light. She’d never been shaved, and she saw her father use his razor often and cut himself too many times. This man was going to shave her in the most intimate parts, and if he cut her, it might mutilate her for life. He used a soft brush to rub the shaving cream in her armpits. He had a determined look on his face as he began to run the razor though her armpits. She could feel the hairs pulled off with ease. He worked quickly and diligently. It didn’t take long before he finished both armpits and wiped them dry. It felt strange when his fingers ran through her armpits to check for any stubble. He stood up, and this is where she really feared of being cut. She felt the chair back push backward, and she was soon reclined. He spread her legs and moved the stool between them so she couldn’t close them.

With her legs spread wide, he had a chance to marvel at the beauty of her pussy. Men would pay dearly to claim this prize. Her bush was blonde and barely visible, but his fingers could feel the fine hairs as he ran his fingers through them. He peeled back her pussy lips, and her virginal pink inner lips were revealed. He’d dried her from the shower, but there was a twinkle of wetness from her hidden arousal. He ran his finger down her slit and gathered up more of her juices. He didn’t dare touch her virginal pussy hole, fearing busting her hymen by accident and diminishing her price. He went to the top of her slit and uncovered her clit. He didn’t have to do too much to coax it out of hiding and it stood out hard and red. The slightest touch across the tip made her gasp in pleasure. He gave it another touch to arouse her. She’d be easily aroused when the bidding started. Her wetness would spur on the bids much higher as her arousal would drive the men’s lust to pay an unbelievable bounty to possess her.

He inspected her so up close and personal. No man had ever peered so deep and intimately at her, not even the doctor except for the fingers that probed her hymen. He began to lather her mound. She held her breath when he put down the brush and picked up the razor. Her pussy wasn’t smooth like her armpits. There were numerous nooks and crannies that he’d have to navigate successfully.

Tobe’s hand never shook or faltered as he sliced the fine, blonde hairs from her mound. He’d done this a hundred times, and he knew his way around a pussy better than a woman. He pulled her lips out one at a time to shave it completely smooth then did the other one. He made sure that he didn’t miss a spot. He wiped her pussy off and ran his fingers over the smooth flesh of her mound. “Nice and smooth, Celia.” He lifted her legs up so that each of her feet was flat on the seat of the chair, her legs bent submissively to expose her. She was opened up from stem to stern, ass hole to pussy.

It was the most shameful position she was ever in. Not even the doctor had exposed her so lewdly. This man had run his fingers over her anus with unexpected consequences, but now, he could stare vividly at the dark place that he’d only touched before.

“I’m going to shave a few errant hairs around your anus, so hold still.” He enjoyed rubbing the shaving cream on her anus. There were no hairs back there, but he liked the way the razor and his fingers would make her anus spasm. He ran the razor over her anus, making sure that it ran around the tight hole. He got the reaction he wanted when her anal muscles went into uncontrollable spasms. He used his finger to press around the hole and savor the spasms. Some lucky man would find great pleasure of those spasms on his cock. He finally finished and wiped her dry, but he couldn’t resist touching her anus with his finger once again.

She was hung in one of the cells with the wooden dowel shoved in her mouth. Naked, she shivered in cold and fear. What is my fate?

* * * *

The invitations were sent out for that night. While there were only three women to auction off, they were of the highest caliber, with Celia to be auctioned off last when the men were eager to make a purchase of a woman with exceptional talent and assets. Tobe brought in four more men to handle the crowd, the details of the auction and payment, Hudson and he would handle the women.

Tobe stood in front of the women. They’d been wiped down from their overnight bondage, allowed to relive themselves but under his watchful eye. He fed them a light lunch, not wanting them to be sick at this critical time. He stood in front of them to make sure that they noticed the riding crop in his hand. He slapped it against his hip with a loud snap.

“You are going to be sold tonight.” He didn’t say another word as he gazed at the astonished looks on their faces at the revelation. The obvious became real now. He began speaking again. “I’ll bring you on the stage, one at a time. You will follow more orders explicitly without faltering or it’ll be the whip that you’ll feel. There will be many men here to see you, and I’ll show them all of your intimate charms. How you present yourself can affect what type of man will purchase you. If you are insolent and fight me, you may find that you are purchased by a man that will want to tame you into submission with his whip or put you in a whore house where you’ll suck fifty cocks a day to repay him for the price he paid for you.” There was terror in their eyes now that they heard what could be their fate. “If you are obedient and submissive, you might be purchased by a man that will want to enjoy all your treasures and might allow you to enjoy the pleasure. He’ll show you all that you’ve missed.”

Celia couldn’t believe what he said, although it seemed that it should’ve been so obvious to her before. Uncle Brice and Barrister Nolan would sell her to any man that would pay the highest price. What kind of animals are these men? She’d soon lose all her innocence but to a strange man. She feared that the man that might buy her would be old, only now had he accumulated enough wealth to pay for his pleasure. The thought of a strong, virile man taking her innocence may now be just a fantasy.

Celia worried during the day, and as the noise from the other room grew louder. The time when she’d be offered up for sale approached and began to weigh heavily on her. She saw the fear in the other two women. She shook when she saw the man approach them, the one that would take her into the other room, but she got relief when he took one of the other girls.

It felt like an eternity. The sound in the other room reached a fever pitch, and then, there was almost a deadening silence. The silence was broken when the man came back and took the other woman. Celia knew the first woman was sold and she’d never return, just as Celia would soon experience. The noise began to build in the other room. Celia could hear the chatter of a man talking so fast he was unintelligible. He had to be the auctioneer. Her nerves increased drastically as the noise in the other room grew louder.

It was her time. The crowd noise died down, and she heard the footsteps of the man approach her. He opened the door and took her down from the chains. She stretched her arms as she stood there naked in front of him.

“Put this on,” Tobe ordered her as he handed her a silk dress, although it was very short and form fitting.

The silk felt soft as she pulled it over her head. It came down barely to her knees, and her breasts were hugged in the soft caress of the fabric. She looked down to see her nipples push out the front of the dress so vividly.

Tobe slapped the riding crop across her ass, not hard, but the smack still rang out in the cell. “Obey me or someone will buy you with the welts I’ll leave on your flesh. I have no qualms hitting you anywhere, even between your legs,” he taunted her.

Her buttocks burned, but she was sure that he didn’t hit her hard. She’d ridden horses and used a riding crop on them, but she never felt how harsh it was. She felt bad for the horses she’d done that to. She was led off to the other room.

The crowd hushed as Tobe brought her in. He led her up to the stairs. “This is the final woman for sale. She’s of age, but she’s certified innocent. She was born and raised in the privileged class. She’ll need to be taught, but that is the enjoyable challenge the winning bidder will have. She’s a natural blonde.”

Celia was shocked by the audience. Every seat was filled with finely dressed gentlemen, young and old. There wasn’t a woman in the room. All eyes were on her, and she only hoped that none of the men in the audience knew her and he’d see her shame.

“Stand up tall, arch your back and stick your tits out for all to see,” he ordered her in a soft voice so no one would hear. He slapped her hip to remind her, but she already did as he asked. Her firm, youthful breasts pushed out and stood up high on her chest. “She’s naked beneath, yet her tits stand up proudly, firm and youthful.”

“Look at those long legs, eager to wrap around your back,” he teased the audience. “Spread your legs,” he ordered her, but he wanted everyone to hear that. There is nothing more erotic than to order a woman to willingly spread her legs and see her perform.

Celia felt the shame as she spread her legs, not lewdly, but wide enough for everyone to see that she obeyed.

Tobe stood just to the side of her. His hand reached out with the riding crop to her breasts, not to slap them, but he caressed the upturned tips with the end of the crop. He wasn’t surprised that each of her nipples begged for the attention. After he caressed both of them, they stood out like hard, pointed rocks on her chest. “She arouses easily, even with a whip.” His hand reached between her legs with the whip. He started to caress her inner thigh just above her knee, but he drew the crop up higher and that urged her short dress to rise up with it. He went from one side to the next as the crop slid higher up her thighs and drew closer to her pussy.

She trembled as the riding crop touched her beneath her dress. It wasn’t harsh. The leather felt soft like a gentle hand that tried to reach for her pussy. He was so close, just beneath her crotch. She felt the wetness grow between her legs. Will he touch me there with the crop?

Tobe knew she was wet, but he needed to prove it to the other men in the audience. They hadn’t even seen her naked body and they grew restless. He slapped the riding crop into her crotch with such authority. The sharp slap of leather on her naked pussy rang out in the room, and it grew silent except for Celia’s frantic cry.

“OOOWWW!” Celia cried out as if it hurt. It should’ve, but it didn’t. Her pussy felt something much different. It welcomed any touch, even the bite of a leather riding crop on her pussy. She didn’t know how she kept her legs spread after the blow, but she did. He pulled the riding crop from between her legs and held it up for all to see. She turned red in shame when she heard his words and looked at the riding crop.

“See the drops of her arousal on the crop. This fine creature will be the delight of any man that is worthy of her,” meaning any man that would pay the high price he’d require of him to possess her.

“Turn around,” he urged her to turn her back on the men so they could see her ass. It was one of her finest assets, and there were many men that enjoyed the pleasure of a tight ass. Most wives wouldn’t allow their husbands in their backside, too degrading and uncomfortable, but Celia wouldn’t have that option. She was naïve enough not to realize the perversities of men, but she’d soon learn.

He ran the riding crop over her buttocks, smoothing down the silk dress so all of them could see the sharp ridge of her crack. It was time to unveil her to all of them and drive the men’s mad with lust for her. “Turn around and face the front. Take off your dress.” He gave her ass a sharp slap with the riding crop, knowing she’d be reluctant to display herself naked to all the men, but there would be much more humiliation before he sold her.

She bit her lip as she turned around to face the men. There was lust in their eyes, and some of the men had their hands in their laps, sure that they rubbed their erections as they watched her. If she thought the doctor’s examination was degrading, this was much worse, yet she had no choice. The man with the riding crop was determined to make her submit. He’d already slapped her pussy with the crop, but that was barely a tap. She didn’t think a woman’s pussy could withstand the harsh blow of the riding crop. She shuddered as she slowly pulled the dress over her head. She could feel the silk caress her hardened nipples, and the murmurs from the men in the audience grew louder when the dress drew up to her waist. She continued to pull it over her head, eager to get this shameful act over, in spite of the fact that it would leave her completely naked. At least it would be over. She refused to look at the men in the audience, but she could feel their eyes burn on her body.

“Arch your back and spread your legs.” She didn’t look at him, staring off into the distance, but he didn’t care. She arched her back and spread her legs. She posed magnificently for the men. “As you can see, she’s shorn for your pleasure. Her virginal pussy lips are clenched tight in spite of the spread of her legs.” He let everyone look at her for a minute.

“Spread the lips of your pussy,” but he punctuated the command with a slap on her pussy lips with the riding crop. It smacked harshly as she cried out, but she got the message. Her hands came around and reached between her legs. All the men saw her fingers shake as she tried to grip her pussy lips. She fumbled with them, but she eventually gripped them tight to draw them back. Her pink inner lips were exposed as well as the juices that glistened in the light. “She might object to what she does, but her pussy grows wet. Think of what you could train her to perform for you.”

She held them open for long minutes before he said she could release them.

“Turn around.”

At least her back was to all the men and she wouldn’t have to see their faces.

“Bend over, and as you do, reach back and spread your cheeks. All want to see your anus in all its glory.”

She turned red at that request, but she bent over. It was difficult to grasp her cheeks and pull them apart. Her buttock muscles fought her hands. It took a moment before her hands won and she felt the cool air in the room blow on her anus. Then she felt it. It had to be the riding crop that ran up her crack and stopped on her anus. Her anal muscles went into uncontrollable spasms from the unexpected touch, but she could do nothing but submit.

“Turn around. It’s time for you to find your master.” He’d have her stand there so all could imagine what they’d do to her if they were lucky enough to possess her. Tobe began the bidding. “What am I bid for this prized beauty, pure and virginal in every way?”

The bidding was frantic. It started off, and it was as if every man in the audience made a bid. But as the price grew higher, more men dropped out until it was down to ten men. Tobe had to hide his pleasure. The last bid was higher than he expected. He’d make a handsome commission on this sale, and Barrister Nolan would live a good life on the profits.

Celia heard the numbers the men bid, and she feared what they’d do to her for them to recoup the vast fortune they’d pay for her. It kept going higher and higher, but the bidders began to fall away as the price grew higher. It was down to two men, an older man, very much older, at least sixty if she was correct. The other was about forty, not especially handsome, but not ugly enough to disgust her. She couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have a sixty-year-old man take her virginity. Will he be able to get hard enough to get inside me? She wanted her first man to have a prick that was hard and demanding like Miller had.

Finally, it was over. Tobe announced the final bid as sold.

Celia saw the man that would possess her, the forty-year-old man. At least she was thankful that it was he compared to the sixty-year-old man.

Celia was led off to the cell. There were clothes for her to wear, normal clothes, her clothes. Barrister Nolan at least had the decency to deliver her clothes. Two men came to get her, not the man that bought her. They put her wrists behind her back and bound them in soft leather cuffs. She was led off to a carriage with the drapes drawn. They climbed in with her.

It was an hour before they got there. She could tell she was near the ocean. She could smell the salt air and hear the screeches of seagulls. She was led out of the carriage and onto a steam schooner. She’d never been on a boat before and feared where she would be taken. It was as if the ship waited for her. As soon as she was shown to her cabin, she could feel it leave the wharf. She heard the pounding of the steam engines as the ship began to pick up speed.

Her door was locked from the outside. There was a small meal on the table, and there was a bucket in the corner as well as a bowl of water. She didn’t know how long she’d be on the ship. She hoped that she didn’t get seasick.





Chapter 5


A Special Birthday Present




Celia was allowed on the deck for an hour a day, but on some days, it was too choppy or stormy. Those were the hardest times, because she’d be stuck in her small cabin by herself for the whole day with only a small porthole to look out, but most of the time, it was covered with crashing waves.

She was fed well, not as well as home, but the food tasted good and it filled her belly. She exercised in her room to stay fit, not for the man that would possess her, but for her own well-being. She’d hate to become fat. She was given some books to read, but they weren’t particularly interesting, but she was forced to read them over and over again to pass the time and break up the boredom.

On the wall, she’d scratched the days as they passed. It was twenty-two days when she heard the welcoming screech of seagulls. That could only mean one thing. They were nearing land once again. She didn’t know whether she should be scared or excited. Her new life confused her. She thought of Emily, and she hoped that she fared better. Emily was more naïve.

The ship pulled alongside the dock. Ropes were thrown to tie it off. Benton waited for the ship. He’d taken the train to Istanbul, faster, but the ship had less interference along the way by authorities or well-meaning individuals that might think it there duty to save Celia from her new life. Slavery was abolished in Great Britain, but the Ottoman Empire fought any changes to slavery.

Benton’s vast empire was built on trading. He loved Istanbul. It had a large contingent of British subjects, all wealthy. They kept together for security, and they had mutual interest and values. They were immune from regulations due to their substantial business interests in the region.

Benton had a large estate outside of London, but he spent a lot of time in Istanbul. For this special occasion, he brought his son, Wiley, with him. It was his eighteenth birthday, and he had a special present for him. His wife, Elizabeth, knew nothing of it. It was none of her business. This was something between a father and his son.

Wiley was never the son he’d hoped for, but that didn’t mean he didn’t love him any less. Benton would teach him the ways of men. He’d bring him into his company, as he needed to be prepared to take it over if anything happened to Benton. Wiley was intelligent, but he lacked confidence in himself. He wasn’t handsome or muscular and that made him feel inferior to those that were. Benton would teach him, but he needed to give him the confidence first.

When Benton was young, he took to girls early in life, but he had the confidence and a quick tongue that a girl would fall for. He was no longer a virgin at fourteen. Wiley was spoiled by his mother, and Benton was sure that he’d never been with a woman before. He could’ve brought him to any of the multitude of local brothels that catered to the aristocrats, but that was too common for Benton. He wanted a way that Wiley could experience not only the first time with a woman, but also the second, the third or more times where he could broaden his interests and gain the confidence he needed. It was a costly endeavor, but Benton wanted the best for Wiley and that was what Celia was, the best and most innocent.

Since Celia and Wiley were both virgins, putting them together for the first time alone would be a foolish endeavor. They’d barely know what to do. For that reason, Benton would teach them both. He couldn’t deny that it had its benefits for him. It’d been many decades since he had a virgin, and this one was a prize. Wiley was back at the house waiting for him to return. He’d promised Wiley his present the next day, so he needed to get Celia settled in the house, for then, she’d earn her keep.

The two men, one on each side of her, led Celia off the ship and they never took their hands off her. She was shocked by what she saw. She was on the waterfront, but the city in front of her wasn’t in Great Britain. It had to be somewhere in the Middle East. The people were dark skinned, and they dressed differently. It was a poor city, for there were beggars and street merchants hawking their wares everywhere. The smell was rank, not just the ocean, but also the food smell was foreign to her. She was almost relived to see the man stand before her. She recognized him instantly. He was the man that purchased her. She’d never forget his face. At least she wouldn’t be sold to a foreign man. She’d heard stories of sultans in the Middle East that had harems and they treasured white European women. The sultans had the most perverse and degrading practices.

“I’m your owner, Celia. You’ll call me Master or Sir, nothing else.” He was stern with her. She’d have to learn her place quickly.

“Yes, Master,” she replied, although it sounded so foreign for her to say it. She didn’t say another word or ask a question. She needed to find her place if she was going to survive.

So far, so good. She followed behind him as they went to the carriage. He let her enter, and his eyes surveyed her body. His cock grew erect without any trouble at the thoughts that danced through his head. It was crowded in the carriage, but the ride wasn’t too far. It was outside of the city where the air was fresher and there were less people. They came to a cluster of twenty houses, but they could barely be called houses. They were more like miniature castles, designed to fit into the character of Istanbul, yet they wouldn’t offend the royalty of Istanbul that lived in the large castles of equal design. The British were important to the city, but it wasn’t their land, although there was a large contingent of British soldiers nearby to calm any trouble that might arise.

“Thank you, gentlemen.” The two men that accompanied her were no longer needed. They’d been paid well and would go back to London. The door opened up, and a servant bowed to Benton. “Welcome, Master.”

The inside of the house was just as spectacular as the outside. It was nothing like the stuffy houses in England. This was very ornate, with marble floors, fountains and gilded furniture exquisitely cut in the finest hardwoods. It was spotless, but Celia saw at least ten servants, and they barely got into the door. As the door closed behind her, she turned around to see the servant stand there, guarding it. Any thought of escape was diminished. The servants were dressed in the strange clothing of the Middle East.

“Follow me,” he ordered her as they walked up the elaborate marble stairway that filled the center of the room. Benton led her down the long corridor, off from the main corridor where Wiley and he had rooms. This hallway was for the women that would serve him and his guests. Celia would have a room there until he decided what to do with her once she fulfilled her obligations to Wiley. She’d cost a small fortune, so she better be worth it. Later, he hoped that he might recoup a large portion of that when he sold her off. Even though she wouldn’t be pure, she was young and beautiful, and there were many British subjects that would love to indulge themselves with her treasures. He opened the door to her room.

Celia was surprised at how nice the room was, but she should’ve expected that once she saw the bed. It was more than adequate for one person. It was so big that it could hold at least three and that thought scared her. The room was finely furnished. There was a bathroom door that was opened, and it was big inside with a large tub big enough for two that took up one complete wall. In the room, there was a small sitting area, but there was also a small table with two chairs. She expected that she’d have her meals in her room. She had no doubt that she wouldn’t dine downstairs with him.

“Sit there so I can tell you the rules.” He stood over her as she sat in the chair. He had such erotic visions in his head. Her mouth was at the convenient height, and the thought of putting his cock between those pink lips excited him beyond belief. But, he’d wait for, so he could teach Wiley all he needed to know about conquering a woman for his pleasure.

Benton would have to hide that Celia was an English woman, so he’d pass her off as a Circassian woman. Circassian women were thought to be unusually beautiful, spirited and elegant and were often sought out as concubines. They were light skinned. “I have bought you, body and soul. You will remain here until I no longer desire you. There is no escape. I have a large number of servants that are loyal to me. Should you manage to get outside the house, you’re in a dangerous world. The native men here don’t like European women and would enjoy degrading and sexually abusing you before they’d slit your throat. If you think submitting to me would be bad, think about what it would be like to have ten men take you. They would fill your every available hole with their cocks.”

“I have a son, Wiley, that turned eighteen yesterday. You are my present for him as he enters manhood. He’s like you, innocent in the ways of pleasure. I’ll instruct him and you in the ways of man and woman. You will obey my every command as well as my son’s. You’ll also call him Master. Any disobedience will be matched by severe punishment. I have men that are skilled with whips. I’ll have you chained up and whipped in the most intimate and delicate places. It’ll take time for the whip marks to heal, but there are other ways you can meet your obligations. I don’t like the name Celia, it’s too British. From now on, you’ll only answer to Sinemis.”

She wouldn’t be able to keep her name any longer. Everything would be taken from her. She’d be used like some common whore to train his son. Not only would she have to pleasure the son, but also the father. She knew she had no choice. “Yes, Master.”

“You’ll eat in your room. Food will be brought to you. Depending on your attitudes, you can earn other privileges or punishments. Tomorrow we’ll begin. Clothing will be furnished, so dress in what is given to you. You must keep yourself clean and presentable at all times. If you lose your looks, you might find yourself working in a local whorehouse.” He didn’t ask her if she had any questions. His rules were absolute. He left without saying a word and locked the door behind him. He left the key on the hook near the door where the servants could find it.

* * * *

All that she’d endured for the last month came rushing over all at once. She sobbed all night. Her life as she knew it was over, and her new life wasn’t anything she relished. She hoped that Emily ended up with a better future, but she knew she’d never see her sister again. She was Sinemis, concubine, trapped in a foreign land.

Benton had an elaborate breakfast for Wiley the next morning, including a birthday cake with eighteen candles on it. “Happy birthday, son.”

“Thank you, Father. Where’s my present that you promised me? I can’t wait.” Wiley always tried to live up to his father’s expectations, but his father was a powerful and demanding man and that was difficult. As much as he tried, he could never do it, yet his father never stopped loving him in the same way. It made Wiley try harder to please him.

Wiley was slight, not muscular or tall. He’d tried exercising with a trainer that Benton got for him, but after three months, he showed no signs of success. He wasn’t handsome, but neither was Benton, yet he’d been successful with women, even before he was rich. It was the lack of confidence that held Wiley back. It was as though people could see it in his eyes, and they took advantage of him. Benton would have none of that happening to his son. “After breakfast, Wiley. You’ll have all day to play with it.” So would he.

Benton teased him after breakfast, stalling a bit. He wanted the anticipation to be at its peak. Benton didn’t know how he’d react to Sinemis. Benton knew how he’d react. His cock hadn’t been this hard in decades, and it refused to go down. All he had to do was think about her, and his cock would jerk rigid.

Sinemis got ready in the clothes that were furnished, but she was surprised. She had visions of a harem costume, but instead, she was given a white silk blouse and a blue skirt, nothing obscene or revealing. She was given a pair of silk bloomers but no chemise. Underneath the silk blouse, she was naked. It made her nipples hard when they rubbed lightly against the smooth fabric. She didn’t expect to have the clothes on for too long. Her only hope was that Wiley would be handsome and he’d have a rock-hard prick that would take her breath away when he took her innocence from her. She heard footsteps approach. The hour had arrived.

Benton opened the door, and Sinemis sat on the couch. She looked like a prim English woman.

Wiley had never been in this room or this hallway, but the room looked like any other room. There was a woman in it, but he looked around for his present. “Did you hide my present, Father?” He was anxious.

“Wiley, this is Sinemis. She’s your present.” Benton saw the confused look on Wiley’s face. It wasn’t the reaction he’d expected. But, he wouldn’t be dissuaded.

“What am I to do with her?” The obvious never confronted him.

It was going to take more than he expected. “Wiley, you’ve become of age, and it’s time for you to have the pleasures of young women.” He’d have to spell it out to him. “I have purchased Sinemis for you. She is a virgin, of age, just as you. You’re my son, and I’m going to teach you the ways of men and women, so you may enjoy all the pleasures of life. You’ll be able to do anything with Sinemis. She is your slave. Isn’t that correct, Sinemis?”

“Yes, Master. I’ll obey both of my masters.” She had no choice. This wasn’t her time, but his son wasn’t the virile, handsome man she’d desired to lose her innocence to. He wouldn’t even look her in her eyes. But his father looked at her, and there was pure lust in his eyes. She’d seen that enough in older men that had lusted after her.

“Yes, Father.” He wanted to please his father, but he was afraid of failing to perform with her as he expected. He looked up at her. She was beautiful, the most beautiful woman he ever saw. He did feel a stirring between his legs. What boy his age didn’t think about girls, but that’s all it had been, thinking or imagining. “Thank you, Father. I love your gift.” He smiled at his father.

“Let’s sit down with Sinemis. You sit on the other side of her.”

The two men sandwiched her between them. There was no escape. It was about to begin.

“Look at her lovely legs, Wiley.” Benton’s hand slid down to her knees. He pushed the skirt out of the way to touch her soft, silky skin. He began to run his hand higher up her leg.

It was a natural instinct when he touched her leg and his hand slid under her skirt. She reached down and grabbed his hand as she’d done to so many lecherous men. She saw the look on his face, and she realized that she shouldn’t have done that. She released his hand, and her hand clenched into a fist at her side as he continued to rub her leg and uncover it.

Benton caressed her legs, going from one to the other, each time he drove the skirt higher until her bloomers were almost revealed. At least he had Wiley’s attention. Wiley’s eyes were glued to her naked legs. Benton’s cock was hard, and he needed relief. He reached over and grasped her breast. He saw the shocked look on her face, but her hands never moved from her sides. “She has nice breasts, Wiley, so firm and youthful. She wears nothing beneath her blouse, yet they stand up proudly.” He put one arm around her shoulder as his other hand began to open her blouse. “Wait until you see them naked, Wiley.” Benton couldn’t wait to see them. He tore the blouse in his haste, and one button flew across the room. He soon pushed the blouse to the sides and unveiled her naked breasts. She had hard nipples, but it was the areolas around them, the size of a two-pence coin that highlighted her nipples so vividly. He ran the pad of his finger over her nipples, and they soon sprouted into hard points. He teased both of them. “Look at her nipples, Wiley. They beg for the touch of a man’s hands or mouth on them.”

She was ashamed that her nipples grew so aroused, but Miller had done the same thing to her, and her body betrayed her. He might be older, but his hands were experienced and knew how to caress her until she couldn’t resist.

Wiley had never seen a naked breast before, and he couldn’t take his eyes off them. They were so big, and he saw how his father made the tips hard with a simple touch. Could I do that to her?

Sinemis felt his father grip the side of her head and force her to look at him. His face was only inches from hers, and she saw the way his lips were puckered. She’d never expected that she’d have to kiss him. She thought he wanted her sexually, not romantically. He moved closer and held her so she couldn’t escape. His wet lips touched her, and then, his tongue slipped out his lips. It forced its way between her lips. His kiss was wet and sloppy as his tongue probed the depths of her mouth. It was everywhere inside her mouth. She struggled to get her tongue out of its way. She could barely breathe as she sucked air through her nose to fill her lungs. His hands weren’t idle. It squeezed her breasts, no longer caressing. He groped her now.

She didn’t respond well. He pulled away from the kiss. “Stick your tongue out and kiss me back!” His voice demanded her surrender. Her pink tongue slipped out of her mouth, but it wasn’t enough for him. “Further, stick out your tongue further.”

She obeyed, and his lips returned, but this time, they captured her tongue. She felt the powerful suction as it drew her tongue into his mouth. It felt as though he would tear her tongue from her mouth. His lips slid back and forth over her tongue salaciously. He left a trail of spit inside her mouth.

Wiley watched him and Sinemis, but he didn’t do anything. It was time to draw him in. “Touch her breast, Wiley. Feel how firm it is.”

Wiley was almost afraid to touch her, but his hand crept slowly over to her. Her blouse was pulled back and her breasts were revealed. She looked at him, but she made no attempt to stop him. He couldn’t believe the feelings when he touched her breast. He squeezed it softly, as if would burst if he did it too hard. His father did the same thing to her other breast, but then, he did something much different. He leaned over her breast and he licked it first, but then, his mouth encased her areola and nipple. He could hear his father suckle her breast as though he was a baby that was breastfeeding.

It was terrible the way he drooled and licked her breast. Wiley squeezed her other breast, but he was timid. Then, Sinemis felt his father bite her nipple. Her body froze, as she feared he’d bite it too hard and tear it off. It felt strange to have her nipple suckled. His teeth and tongue were everywhere. She was ashamed that even when her nipple was bit, it swelled up.

“Suck her other breast, Wiley. Let’s show her what men do it,” Benton encouraged Wiley.

Wiley squeezed Sinemis’s breast until it felt like her nipple would explode, then his mouth gripped onto her nipple so intensely. He sucked it in his mouth, but then, his tongue ran over the very tip with such enthusiasm. Now both of her breasts were being worked over by their mouths. The father was the first to stop, but he didn’t leave her alone. His hand pushed her skirt up until her silk bloomers were revealed. His hand pushed between her thighs and forced her to spread her legs. She gasped when two fingers began to slide up and down her slit with only her silk bloomers to protect her. He yanked her legs and pushed them to each side until her crotch was opened up.

“Bend your knees,” he demanded until her legs were drawn far apart. Her bloomers were pulled tightly over her mound.

She looked down to see her slit revealed in her bloomers. His fingers had pushed the fragile fabric between her lips, but she also felt the wetness that kept them there. His fingers began to explore her pussy, just as the doctor had done, and she knew what happened that time. He’d made her climax.

Benton kissed her again, and their tongues dueled with each other. He saw Wiley suck on her breast. His hand found the wetness on her bloomers. She couldn’t hide the fact that she grew aroused. He yanked her off the couch and made her stand up before them. Wiley looked disappointed that he couldn’t suckle her breast any longer, but he had other plans. “Kiss Wiley, Sinemis. Stick your tongue in his mouth and show him how to kiss you until you both grow aroused.”

She had to bend over to kiss him. Wiley waited for her with his tongue out. She met it with her tongue, and then, she felt it sucked into his mouth. She didn’t let her tongue be idle as it moved around. She felt her naked breasts hang down as she bent over, but then, she felt her skirt pushed up onto her back. Her bloomers were pulled tight over her buttocks.

“Keep kissing him. I’ll take care of you back here.” Benton loved her ass. It was pushed out so provocatively. He couldn’t resist smacking it hard. Her body shook, but her cry was muffled by Wiley’s kiss and tongue.

It hurt when she was spanked, but she couldn’t do anything about it. It got worse when her bloomers were yanked down to her crotch. Her naked backside was revealed, and his hands took advantage of her lewd pose. They slid over her buttocks as if he inspected every curve and crack. It surprised her that his touch was soft and gentle, almost tickling. Then, it changed suddenly.

“SSSMMAACCKK!” Benton hit her buttock hard, pleased to feel the sting on his palm and the pinkness of her previously white buttock. He caressed her buttock once again but only to lull her into a false sense of security. He woke her up again with a sharp slap.

“SSSMMMACCKK!”

She felt the pain shoot to the bone in her buttocks, but she hated the way his fingers played over her buttocks. He came close to touching her mound from behind, but it was the touch of his fingers along her crack that made her tighten her cheeks to protect that private place back there.

He took to slapping her harder and faster as he saw her flesh turn a rosy red. He’d never spanked a woman before, but now, he didn’t know why not. Sinemis would soon find that she’d be spanked often. He could imagine the pleasure if he spanked her while she was over his lap. Her frantic movements would drive her to rub his cock in such delightful ways. But now, he couldn’t withstand the temptation of her ass. Wiley kissed her, and he also squeezed her hanging breasts. He began to learn.

“Nnnooggglluggh!” Her cry of protest was mumbled by Wiley’s kiss. She couldn’t believe any man would want to do such a thing, but there was no denying that a wet, hot tongue licked her backside. He held her so she couldn’t escape, but she clenched her cheeks as tight as she could when his wet tongue began to lick her crack. It was such a dirty place that he licked, but he was eager. She felt his nose force its way between her cheeks, unable to stop him as he pulled her backside onto his face. “Nnnooggglluggh!” She cried again when she felt the shameful tongue lick her anus. She couldn’t stop the contractions of her muscles from the lewd licking. It was as though he tried to shove his tongue in her private place. He yanked her cheeks apart, Sinemis unable to keep them clenched tight. She could feel how open she was, and his tongue licked up her crack with immunity.

She had a tart little ass hole. He’d enjoy taking her in the act of sodomy. She’d never expect such a thing, but she’d always remember the first time a large cock was shoved up her backside. His fingers moved down to find her pussy peek out from behind. He saw that there wasn’t a single hair anywhere. He began to stroke her pussy and found his finger glided easily on the wetness. Her hips began to move, not to escape, but to make sure his touch didn’t leave.

She was being masturbated, and she couldn’t do anything but accept it. She couldn’t deny that it felt good. He found her secret when his finger touched her wet, inner lips. I wondered if he’d bust my hymen with his fingers or will it be his prick? Wiley enjoyed kissing her. Suddenly, his father deserted her again. He stood her up, but he made short work of stripping her blouse from her. He ripped her bloomers as he yanked them down over her knees to her ankles. He made her step out of them. He threw her onto the couch once again, naked except for her skirt bunched around her waist. He spread her legs obscenely. Her crotch was completely exposed, naked, and she was at his mercy.

Benton looked at that lovely pussy, bald and exposed for him. He’d lick it soon, but he wanted to teach her a lesson first. He’d show her that she had no choice but to cum for him and Wiley. Her body was theirs to do as they saw fit. Benton stood up and held one leg back as he began to stroke her pussy once again. This time, he’d have access to her pleasure button. She wouldn’t be able to resist.

Wiley leaned over so he could see everything. She had the most beautiful pussy he ever saw, although he never saw another one before. She was completely bald down there, not what he expected. His father pulled her pussy lips apart, and Wiley could see the delicate pink inner lips. His fingers stroked her slit, and Wiley watched intently. He wanted to learn all he could about making a woman climax.

“No, don’t make me,” she begged, but he stroked her faster and faster. Wiley continued to fondle her breast. She couldn’t deny the pleasure she felt build up in her body. He was going to make her climax in front of both of them, just as the doctor did.

All it took was to find her pleasure button. He pulled back her lips and squeezed the button at the base until it stood out like a tiny, hard pea. “This is her clitoris, her pleasure button. If you rub it just the right way, you’ll make her climax like a trained animal. She won’t be able to resist. It’s tender, so rub it carefully, but some women like their pleasure more intense and harsh.”

She was ready, unable to control her pleasure, but he suddenly stopped. To say she was disappointed was an understatement. Her body was on edge, and she lost the pleasurable feeling that he’d built up in her body. It was as if he knew she was on the edge of climaxing and he wanted to refuse the pleasure. She looked at him with pleading eyes.

“You do it, Wiley. Get your face between her legs. Use your fingers and mouth to make her climax for you.” Benton encouraged Wiley, but he was between her legs in seconds. He didn’t need much encouragement.

“No, not your tongue, not there,” she cried out in protest, but once she felt his tongue explore her mound, she didn’t complain any more. It was perverse what he did, but it was pure pleasure that she felt. His tongue was questing as it explored every minute detail of her pussy. His fingers were on her thighs to keep her spread lewdly, but then, they moved to her pussy lips to yank them back. The first time, he pulled too hard, and it felt like he tried to tear her lips off. But, his tongue washed away the anguish. It rode up and down her slit as if he knew a woman’s body so expertly. He found her pleasure button, but she froze when he sucked it into his mouth and his tongue lashed over it with such authority. Will he accidently bite it too hard?

There was no denying that she moaned softly as Wiley licked her pussy. “Do you like your pussy licked, Sinemis?” Benton wanted to hear her surrender.

Even if she didn’t like it, she wouldn’t tell him that. She had to tell them what they wanted to hear. “Yes, he licks me so expertly.” She hoped that the compliment would make him take her gentler.

“I think you should reciprocate, Sinemis.” He saw the startled look in her eyes as she looked at him. She was perceptive and knew what he meant.

“No, not that. Take my virginity with your prick.” She quickly added, “Master.” Even that choice was a better one. She looked at him as he stood up, undeterred by her offer. He began to open his trousers. There was no doubt that he was hard and determined. He might be forty years old, but his prick still retained its hardness. She couldn’t look as he revealed it. She’d never seen a prick up close, although she did have her hands around one before. It would be much different to take a prick in her mouth than using her hand on one.

“It’s your mouth that I’ll take first. Have you ever sucked a cock before?”

“No, I couldn’t do that, Master.” Yet, she knew he wouldn’t be denied. She had her pussy licked by Wiley, and there was no denying that she felt such pleasure. His father demanded the same pleasure from her. She tried to turn away from him as she heard the sound of him undress.

Wiley didn’t know what to do when his father started to undress in front of them. He’d never seen his father naked since he was a small boy, but this was something much different now. Wiley didn’t know whether he’d be able to do the same thing and undress in front of both of them.

In spite of the delicious pleasure she felt between her legs when Wiley licked her, she was confronted with an unpleasant task. She liked when a man licked her pussy, but she didn’t know if she could reciprocate with the same pleasure. A hand on her head turned her until she was confronted by a prick for the first time. He held it in his hand as he pointed it at her face. It was at least one hundred fifty millimeters long. The head was a deep red and was stained with shiny fluids. The head was smooth, but beneath it was a long shaft of loose skin and thick veins. At the base of it were black wiry hairs that stuck out like metal brushes.

Benton rubbed the head of his cock on her lips to paint them with the leaking fluids that he couldn’t control. He held her head tight so she couldn’t escape. Her lips were clenched tightly in defiance, but he let her play that game until he was ready. Just a hint of her hot breath on his cock sent it into uncontrollable spasms of pure pleasure. It would’ve jerked violently if he didn’t grip it so tight.

She could feel the hot crème that leaked out to stain her lips. She pushed her tongue deep in her mouth to keep it from touching the wetness on her lips. His prick moved from just the touch of it when he rubbed it on her lips.

“Open your mouth, Sinemis.” His voice demanded obedience.

He pushed her head back against the couch. Her lips parted just the slightest, but that was all that was needed. She felt the head of his prick touch her lips. She never expected his prick to be that hot as well as hard. He pushed with his hips as he held her head, and her lips had no option but to part. Her mouth had to open wider as the thick head pushed into her mouth. She pushed her tongue to the side to escape it, but she couldn’t escape the leaking juice that leaked out. It fell into her mouth, and it was so thick that it refused to mix with her spit. It fouled her mouth with its bitter taste. She came face to face with his prick as it drove into her mouth, up close and personal. He began to move it in her mouth, and it sought out every nook and cranny. It pushed out her cheek when he pushed his prick in too far. He’d pull back, but his prick never left her mouth. Back and forth he rode her mouth.

“You have such tight lips and a hot mouth, Sinemis.” He couldn’t believe the pure pleasure he felt, and she hadn’t even started sucking his cock. Her lips were stretched wide around his cock, but it was the desperation in her eyes as he fucked her mouth that excited him so much.

His father’s cock was much bigger than his in girth, but he thought his might be longer, although he wouldn’t boast that to his father. He saw the way her lips clenched around his cock, and he imagined how that would feel around his cock. It would be like a tight band that rode up and down his cock. He continued to lick Sinemis, but his eyes watched what unfolded before him.

“I want to feel your tongue on my cock, Sinemis. Lick it and drink my leaking juices.”

His prick drove in and out but refused to leave. Her lips were stretched around it so tight that she couldn’t breathe through her mouth. Her nostrils flared as she tried to fill her lungs with precious air. His prick had already rubbed over her tongue accidently, and it jumped in unexpected pleasure to slap hard against the top of her mouth. Now, he wanted her to lick it as though she got pleasure from the disgusting act. She had no choice, and her tongue sought out his prick, which wasn’t difficult. He pushed more of his prick into her mouth as it drove to the depths of her mouth. It was a shameful act that she performed as her tongue swirled over his prick. The first time her tongue licked the tip of his prick, she was rewarded with a thick crème that fouled her mouth. It wasn’t a little drop, more of a spurt. It refused to mix with her spit, like oil and water and permeated every bit of her mouth. If just a few drops were that bad, what would it be like when he climaxed. Will he take his prick out of my mouth before he climaxes?

He rocked her head back and forth as he fucked her mouth. Her tongue began to work its magic, and he couldn’t stop the jets of cum that leaked out prematurely, but he had much more cum in his balls that he needed to release. He saw the way that Wiley watched her suck his cock, a look of envy in his eyes that it wasn’t his cock that enjoyed it. Maybe, now was the time for Benton to take her virginity. Wiley could have the pleasure of her mouth.

She managed to shake her head to the side one time until his prick escaped, but she knew that it was only temporary. He looked at her, and she had no choice as she turned her head back to stare at his prick. It was shiny with her spit and his leaking cum, yet she had no choice but to open her mouth and take his prick back in her mouth. She couldn’t believe that she’d have no choice in the future but to obediently open her mouth, take a prick inside and suck it as though she enjoyed it. “MMMmgghhh,” she mumbled around the prick that filled her mouth once again.





Chapter 6


Two Virgins No Longer




Benton let her suck his cock for another minute, but he knew it was time. Wiley seemed to be doing an excellent job of licking her pussy. He didn’t want her cumming yet. It was time for Sinemis to reciprocate with him and suck his cock.

Suddenly, her mouth was free of his prick. She was thankful, but he left her with the foul taste in her mouth.

“Let her up, Wiley.” Wiley looked disappointed, but that look would soon change. “Get up, Sinemis.” He stood up next to her. “Get up, Wiley. Take down your pants. Sinemis is going to suck your cock.”

Wiley never moved so fast when he heard what his father said. Any thought of being ashamed when he undressed in front of them was taken away by the thought of her lips wrapped around his cock. He’d seen the way she took his father’s cock in her mouth, and he wanted the same. He stood up, and his pants dropped to his ankles. He pushed his shorts down. He gripped his cock and held it out in front of him. It never felt so hard.

“Bend over and take his cock in your mouth.” She looked back at him, but she bent over submissively, her lovely ass pushed out behind her. He didn’t tell her that she’d lose her virginity at the same time. That would be a pleasant surprise, at least for him. “Hold his cock as you suck it,” he ordered her.

At least Wiley’s prick was young and hard, although not as thick as Miller’s or his father’s cock. But it was longer. The thought of his prick taking her virginity was much better than his father’s prick doing it. She reached out to hold his prick as she wet her lips.

Wiley almost came when her soft hand gripped his cock so firmly. He couldn’t control it as it jerked so intensely. Her fingers were firm and clenched around it to keep it from escaping. He put his hand on the top of her head to control her just as his father did. “Take my cock in your mouth, Sinemis.” He was getting more into this now. This might prove to be a memorable birthday present not only today, but also in the future. He could do this every day with her, and she’d perform willingly to please him in any way he desired. “AAAHHHH!” He spurted in her mouth, unable to stop it. Her hand stroked his cock just as her lips wrapped around the head like a tight band. It spurred the cum to shoot up from his balls. He should feel sorry that she had to take it in her mouth, but he didn’t complain when he licked her juices.

Her mouth was flooded with more cum, this not as thick as his father’s cum, but it was more profuse. She tried to swallow it, but it refused to go down. Wiley’s hand on her head guided her, but his father had taught her what a man wanted. She tightened her lips on his prick as it slid in and out of her lips, and her tongue began to work it into a sexual frenzy. His prick was much longer, and she only took half of it into her mouth before it slammed into the back of her mouth with such authority.

Wiley had a look of pleasure glued to his face as Sinemis sucked his cock. Benton kicked her legs farther apart and one hand pushed down on her back until her ass arched up unnaturally. With the spread of her legs, her pussy was opened up from behind, but so was her crack. Her tiny hole was revealed in all its glory. He thought seriously of taking her in the ass, but he wanted his cock bloodied with her virgin blood. He reached down to grip his cock as he rubbed the head of his cock up and down her crack before he nudged it against her pussy. He began to push slightly as he felt her resisting muscles try to keep him out.

“NNGGH, NNNOOOGGHHH,” she tried to cry out when she felt it. There was no mistaking what it was. She felt the way it moved when it touched her. It wasn’t his hand, but it was his prick, and it was poised on her pussy. Wiley must have sensed it too, for he gripped her head with two hands so she couldn’t escape his prick. Just then, his father’s prick ripped inside her to tear her hymen with such pain. It felt like a truncheon was shoved inside her. It pushed aside all her muscles by its sheer girth. The intense pain of the initial thrust was gone, but her pussy was too small to accommodate the hard girth of his prick. It was shameful that she had to suck one prick while another ripped into her virgin hole. This was never what she imagined her first time would be like.

Benton could barely get two inches inside her before he met the resistance of her powerful muscles to keep him from going in any deeper. He pulled out an inch, his cock covered in a pink sheen of blood. That only spurred him to shove it back in harder, making her take three inches this time before he felt the tremendous grip of her pussy on his cock. He flexed his cock inside her to show her his superiority. He put both hands on her hips as he began the rhythmic fucking that would give him his ultimate pleasure.

It filled and stretched her. He was relentless, each time he shoved more of his prick into her pussy. He yanked it out and then shoved back in, always going deeper, always harder. At least Sinemis no longer felt the pain, but it hadn’t been replaced by the pleasure yet. She continued to suck Wiley’s prick and drink up his leaking cum.

His hips were a blur as he fucked her. Her pussy felt so good around his cock. He hadn’t felt such hot tightness in a pussy in decades. He couldn’t get enough of her. He hated to take away her mouth from Wiley, but he pulled her back as he sat on the couch. She was poised over his cock. He’d refused to let it escape as he made her sit on it. “Down you go, Sinemis, take all of my cock inside you.”

If she thought the last positon was humiliating, this was worse. It felt like she had to sit on a spear. Her weight betrayed her and forced her onto his prick. Her legs were spread so wide that her crotch ached, but it was nothing compared to his prick as he began to thrust inside her. Her breasts shook and bounced as she was shoved up only to fall back down on his prick. He was like a machine that fucked her, hammering her with his thick girth.

“Take a hold of my cock, Sinemis,” Wiley ordered her, wanting some of the same attention his father got. She no longer sucked his cock, but he didn’t want the pleasure to end. “Jerk it up and down.” Wiley put his hand on hers to guide her until she did it correctly. He had a lot of practice stroking his cock, but from now on, it would be Sinemis that would do it all. He had a sex slave, the realization came over him. He saw the look on her face as she tried to please them both. His father fucked her hard and fast. His father’s hands reached over and fondled her bouncing breasts.

He continued to hammer into her pussy relentlessly. Sinemis didn’t know how much longer she could take it. It felt as though her insides were worn out by his prick. She stroked Wiley’s prick in hopes that he wouldn’t shove it back into her mouth. She feared what would happen if and when he came in her mouth.

Benton struggled not to cum for he wanted to wait. It was time for Wiley to fuck her. He pushed Sinemis off his lap and threw her to the floor. He knelt over her head and reached down to grab both of her ankles. He yanked them back until her body bent in half and her crotch opened up. “Stick it in, Wiley. Show her what you can do with your cock. Master her with it.”

Wiley didn’t need a second to decide. He was between her legs. He held his cock as he ran it up and down her slit, but she was already wet. He pushed his cock down lower, and he pushed with his hips until he found it. The head of his cock already began to slip inside her pussy. It felt like the head of his cock was crushed in an iron vise. He pushed in harder, and soon, his cock began to get swallowed up into the tightest hole. It was like nothing that he could’ve imagined. Wiley slapped her ass and was rewarded when her pussy muscles gripped his cock like a thousand tiny fingers. He didn’t know a woman could do that. “Squeeze my cock with your pussy, or I’ll spank you again,” but he couldn’t stop the urge to spank her again. He began to drive his cock deeper into her with each thrust. He liked the way her breasts bounced on her chest from his powerful thrusts.

He slammed into her cervix with the head of his prick. It felt as though he’d bruise her, but he cared little except for his pleasure as he drew his prick out. She didn’t want to be spanked, so she tightened her muscles onto his cock. It made him work harder, but she hoped that he appreciated her efforts.

“Yes, fuck me back,” he encouraged her, but his cock was a blur as he fucked her. He thrust so fast that his balls slammed into her crotch with each forward thrust. It should’ve hurt, but it only inspired him to cum. He wouldn’t last much longer.

He must have fucked her for five minutes, not sure how he did it without cumming, but he did.

Benton was proud of his son. He was every bit a man as he took possession of Sinemis and fucked her so eloquently. He wouldn’t last much longer before he came. “Don’t cum in her. We don’t want her with child. Jerk off on her belly or tits,” he instructed him.

It would be humiliating when he came, and it was. He pumped her vigorously, but then, he pulled his prick out. She could only watch as he pumped his hand on the shaft of his prick, and then, the head of his prick opened up. He shot out a thick rope of crème that spilled out onto her breasts, landing with a thud. She felt the hot crème on her flesh. He continued to pump his prick, letting lose another load of cum, this time on her belly. Four times he shot on her to stain her body with his crème. Only then was he finished. But, she wasn’t. The minute Wiley moved out of the way, his father got between her legs. His thicker prick suddenly shoved inside her with ease. She found that she was wet, not sure if it was Wiley’s leaking cum when he fucked her or did she find some pleasure in this obscene and degrading act. She had no time to think as his father went to work on fucking her with such determination.

His father wanted more from her. As he fucked her, he leaned over and made her stick her tongue out and kiss him as though they were lovers, not master and slave. He pounded into her, and she gripped his prick on the withdrawal to give him his pleasure. That was the only way she could end this. Her pussy felt as though it was rubbed raw, and she didn’t know how much longer she could endure.

Benton loved having this once virgin beneath him with his cock milked by her tight pussy. He wouldn’t last much longer. “Fuck me, Sinemis, give me my pleasure.”

She did all she could to make him cum, and it only took a minute longer. His body grew tight, and he cried out. He pulled his cock out, and she expected it to blanket her belly and breast once again, but he scurried next to her head. She knew what to expect and closed her eyes. It took only a second before she heard the thick thud of his cum land on her chin and burn her flesh with his hot cum.

“Open your mouth and keep it open.” His voice was loud and demanding.

She didn’t have a choice although she knew the consequences. Her tongue pushed out submissively to please him and the next load of cum landed perfectly on her tongue and her lips. It was thick and stuck to her, but his hand continued to pump his prick until more of his cum filled her mouth. She gagged once, the smell of his cum and the thick crème in her mouth made her choke, but she never closed her mouth. He was finally finished, so she opened her eyes, but she got another surprise. He leaned closer and his wet prick was poised over her lips. It was too late to do anything different. She opened her mouth wider, and she took his wet, cum-soaked prick into her mouth. Her lips closed tightly around it, and she found the courage to begin to lick it with her tongue. She didn’t stop until his entire prick was cleaned. He pulled it out, and the both of them looked down at her as she licked her lips and swallowed the cum in her mouth. She was no longer a virgin, but she never got her pleasure. She hoped that would change in the future.

They both left her for the night to go downstairs and continue Wiley’s birthday celebration. They’d be more time for Sinemis the next day, but Benton wanted to be with his son. He was proud of him, and he saw the look of confidence in his eyes that had been missing before.

Sinemis went into the bathroom and was surprised to find the bathtub full. The water was still warm, ready for her. She looked in the mirror at her naked body. She could see the marks from her ordeal. Her buttocks were pink from where she’d been spanked. Her breasts had teeth marks visible where one of them had bit her too hard. Her pussy was red, no longer virginal, and she had drying cum all over her body, including in her mouth. She didn’t know why she didn’t rinse it out right away. The bitter taste still lingered to remind her of how she’d opened her mouth and let him cum inside and she licked it clean when he was done.

She noticed a plate of vegetables and fish in the corner of the room. Had his father put in there because he cared about me a little bit, or was he just taking care of his investment?





Chapter 7


Slave Master Son




Sinemis didn’t sleep exceedingly well that night. She woke up from the slightest noise, fearing that father and son would return. The room was nice, but she was still a prisoner in it, the door locked from the outside. She didn’t know what to think of this new life she embarked on. She never imagined a life where she’d be sexually at any man’s beck and call. It was a foreign thought to her.

She woke up early, the sun barely up. She found the clothes in the closet, not what she would’ve picked. They were more to enhance her figure and entice than fashionable dress, but she selected something and put them on. She froze when she heard the key in the door, but it was a servant that brought her breakfast. He was a large, dark-skinned man in strange clothes, a flowing robe and a strange band of cloth on his heads He didn’t smile or even look at her as he put the food down and was out the door in seconds, as though he worried that he’d be caught being in the room with her.

The food smelled spicy, lots of vegetables and fish, but she was hungry. She ate it and was surprised at how strong the coffee was, but it jolted her awake and alert. After she finished, she began to look around the room. This would be where she’d spend a lot of her life. It had everything a woman would want, except for her freedom. She looked out the window and noticed that it had locks to open or close it. She was in a rural area, lots of trees and open ground around, but there were also other grand houses like this one. She saw other people outside, but it was mostly foreigners to her, although this was their country. She didn’t see any other Englishmen or women.

She was startled when she heard the key in the door again, but it was the same man that brought her breakfast. He picked up the tray and left, but he didn’t close the door. She started to walk to it when she saw him. Not whom she expected. She thought the father would return that day, eager to enjoy her body once again, but it was Wiley. He came into the room and closed the door behind him. He didn’t lock it and put the key in his pocket.

Even though he came last night, Wiley’s erection refused to abate. Normally, he’d stroke it until he got release but not last night. He had a slave that would do that. All he had to do was get through the night. He could only think of Sinemis and all the miraculous things she did to his cock. He wanted more of it. He knew that they barely scratched the surface of pleasure. He’d explore her in the most imaginative ways. In this county, he knew of places that catered to the perverse desires of men, Englishmen and others. He was intent on exploring these depraved desires with Sinemis, but he needed to find out more about them first. He wouldn’t tell his father of this.

“How did you sleep, Sinemis?” His mind began to conjure up what he’d do with her that day. This day would be better than his birthday.

“Well, Master.” She was nervous again at what she’d have to do. There was no mistaking the bulge in his pants. His prick was already hard, yet they talked niceties.

“Do you have everything you need?”

“Yes, Master.” She wouldn’t dare tell him that she needed her freedom. She feared what would happen if she disappointed them or refused them anything they desired.

“We are going to spend a lot of time together, Sinemis. It should be more of a conversation than ‘yes master’.”

“Sorry, Master, I know not my place yet.”

“You may ask any question you want.”

“Will I be allowed outside this room?”

“Yes, I think we’ll go into Istanbul together along with my guards. It’s not a friendly city to foreigners, so I go with protection and only during the day. There are places that I’ll seek out where I can find the necessary things for us to enjoy each other’s pleasures.” He wouldn’t explain it; he’d let her see them herself.

“I would like to see the city, Master.”

“You’ll dress as though you are a native, in the traditional robes with veils. It’ll be easier to explain you should others ask.”

“As you wish, Master.”

“Yes and your master now wishes to enjoy his concubine now.”

“Anything you desire, Master.” She had no choice, at least for now. If this was to be her life, she’d have to start planning on how to escape it and return to England where she’d be safe. It would be foolhardy to try to escape without a careful plan, as to be caught would be disastrous and could be fatal. She had no idea how they’d react to betrayal.

Wiley saw something last night that he thought he’d enjoy. He pulled one of the straight-back wooden chairs into the center of the room. It was sturdy with no arms. He sat on it. “Come over here, Sinemis.”

She didn’t understand what he wanted, but she was fearful, innocent in the ways of men. She stood next to him and waited for him to touch her.

“Bend over my lap, Sinemis.” His hand touched her hip and urged her over closer. He saw the confused look on her face, but she’d soon realize what he planned to do.

It was strange to bend over his lap. His hands guided her. Her head was pushed down toward the floor. Her hair spilled out in front of her, and the blood rushed to her head, but it was his hand on her buttock that told her of her fate. She couldn’t believe that he’d want to do such a thing, but his fondling hand told her otherwise.

“I’m going to spank you, Sinemis.”

“Have I offended you, Master?” She wanted to know if she was in trouble so she wouldn’t do it again.

“No, you excite me. The thought of spanking that luscious ass makes my cock hard. It’s not a punishment for you but a pleasure for me”.

She didn’t understand, but she didn’t need to. Her job was to obey. It took only a second before she felt it. His hand smashed down on her buttocks. She’d been spanked when she sucked Wiley’s cock and when Wiley fucked her, but nothing like this. She bit her lip to silence her cry.

“SSSMMAACCK!”

It hurt his hand when he hit her, but it was the way she squirmed on his lap that he enjoyed. She rubbed his cock with her pussy. He swung again to catch the other cheek with equal authority.

“SSSMMAACCK!”

She squirmed but not enough. She had too many clothes on. His hand slid down over her buttocks until it got to her legs and the hem of her skirt. He made short work of slipping his hand beneath it. He drew his hand back up her leg. This time, he caressed the soft flesh of her thigh. He didn’t stop until his hand rested on her drawers beneath her skirt. He yanked the skirt out of the way until it sat on her back. He loved her rounded buttocks that were arched up in invitation.

“SSSMMAACCK!”

She felt the blow much more severely with her skirt out of the way. The silk bloomers did little to soften the blow, but at least for a few minutes they hid her naked body. She knew it wouldn’t last long before they were gone. He took longer times between spanking her. His hand would return, but they would caress and explore her flesh that was revealed to him. He took liberties with her. His finger slid down her crack, and he pushed harder until her bloomers were pushed in the divide. The next time his finger slid down, she felt it touch her shamefully on her anus. The only protection she had from being penetrated was her silk bloomers.

“SSSMMAACCK! SSSMMAACCK!”

His blows got harder, and this time, it was twice, one on each buttock as if he couldn’t choose which to hit. His fingers returned, but they slid along the edge of her bloomers until they touched naked flesh. His finger slid from the top of her bloomers, all the way to her crotch. They stopped there and continued to explore. He was so close to her pussy. She felt a strange tingle between her legs as his fingers came closer to touching her pussy. She was ashamed at the feelings that ran through her body. How can a woman enjoy being spanked like a naughty child? It was inconceivable to her, yet she anticipated the next blow from his hand.

“SSSMMAACCK!”

His hand lingered on her buttock after that blow.

“I’m going to slip off your bloomers, so I’ll have a nice naked, ass to spank.” He announced it with a flourish, but he pulled her bloomers off slowly, not for her sake, but to prolong the pleasure he felt as he saw her naked ass revealed to him. He’d seen it the night before, but this was much more vivid and available to his hands and eyes. She had a lovely crack that split two firm buttocks that were thrust up by the position she was posed in. He pulled the bloomers down over her crotch, and the farther he yanked them, the more he became excited. By the time he got them over her feet, the garment was torn. Naked from the waist down, he returned to spanking her lovely ass cheeks.

“SSSMMAACCK! SSSMMAACCK!”

She slid over his cock with such pleasure as she squirmed beneath his spanking hand. Now, he saw the way her buttock muscles clenched and unclenched after the spanking. Her thighs were tightly together, but she couldn’t hide her pussy from peeking out between her legs. His fingers returned to run over the naked flesh. He teased a finger between her cheeks, but her buttocks tightened in defiance.

“SSSMMAACCK! SSSMMAACCK! SSSMMAACCK! SSSMMAACCK!”

“Relax your cheeks so I can have my way with you, Sinemis!” He felt her surrender, and he put his fingers on each cheek and slowly parted them. She unfolded all her treasures to his eyes. Her tiny anus peeked out from between them, a star in a sea of white flesh. He was tempted to lick it last night like when he licked her pussy, but he wasn’t sure he could do such a thing. But, today it looked like a tempting target. He kept her buttocks parted as his finger began to explore the tiny knot of muscles that surrounded the fragile hole.

Now, she was shamelessly exposed. Her buttocks were yanked apart, and she could feel the morning coolness blow between them and run over her heated anus. She struggled to keep her buttocks open for his probing finger as her anal muscles began to spasm intensely. Why would he touch me there when I have a perfectly good pussy that grows damp at the thought of his finger touching it? The finger was inquisitive as it touched her anus. He pushed harder, and she couldn’t stop her anal ring from blossoming open. It was as though the muscles in her backside were connected to the muscles in her pussy. Both of them clenched in sync with each other. She never expected that she’d find any pleasure or feelings in such a place, yet it was as if both holes sought out his touch. She couldn’t believe that was true, it was unthinkable that she could get pleasure in her backside.

Wiley wondered if it was possible to put his cock in such a tiny hole and not ruin her forever. He’d have to find the answer to that question. It wouldn’t be his father he’d ask. He’d seek that answer in Istanbul. He continued the exploration of the tiny hole. He could feel her muscles tremble beneath his touch. The more he pressed inward on the tiny hole, the more it opened up, as if it sought to accept his probing finger. He forgot all about spanking her as he was engaged with exploring her backside.

She squirmed more when his finger became demanding. She couldn’t stop it from pushing inside her. Her anal ring felt strange as it slowly blossomed open and clenched on his finger, as if she welcomed his perverted touch.

“Yes, yes,” he moaned as she rubbed his cock more vigorously to escape. It was strange. He expected to get this pleasure when he spanked her, yet she moved about without as much as another smack. All he did was probe that tiny, virgin hole between her cheeks. He wondered if that might inspire her to fuck back harder the next time he fucked her. He could stick his finger up that tight hole, sure that he’d be able to feel his cock inside her pussy next to his finger in her backside.

She tasted blood when she bit her lip as his finger had success in going inside her backside. Her muscles surrendered, but as soon as the tip of his finger passed through her sphincter, they clenched tightly around it as if she didn’t want it to pull out. She squirmed over his cock, and she felt it jerk and shudder in excitement.

“Reach beneath me and take my cock out.” He didn’t want to pull his finger out of her backside. It was hot and tight.

She struggled to do as he demanded, but she had to arch her backside into the air higher, and when she did that, his finger pushed deeper into her until she felt the tip push against the muscles in her rectum. She struggled to open his trousers and slip her hand inside until she found his prick. She pushed aside his shorts and yanked it out, although she had to do that part slowly. She feared that she might break his prick if she bent it too severely. She finally unleased it and pressed back down onto his lap. But, now, her naked pussy rubbed on his naked, throbbing prick.

With his other hand, he began to stroke her pussy from behind, but at the same time, he continued to finger her backside. Her muscles refused at first, but the more he stroked her pussy, the wetter her pussy became. He soon drove his finger in and out of her ass hole with ease. Then, he took her breath away when his finger entered her pussy. Now, his fingers were gripped in two hot, tight holes, and he began to vigorously finger them both. That got the reaction he expected as her body began to move over his cock to masturbate it with her pussy. He never expected such pleasure in this manner.

She squirmed on his lap, not only to please him, but also to please her. He had two fingers inside her in places that she never expected before yesterday. They both invaded her, but she also felt something else. Her insides curled around them and his naked prick rubbed on her pussy. His prick pushed aside her lips with its hardness and ran up and down her inner lips, but it was when it touched her pleasure button that her hips began to move more urgently. His prick ran up her slit and over her button but then deserted it as it moved back down her slit. She began to move her body in unison to get the maximum pleasure from it. He’d got his pleasure the night before, but she got none. She wanted hers, so she did everything to please him while she extracted her pleasure. She bucked up and down, which drove his finger deeper into her backside. She felt the bones of his knuckles pass coarsely through her anal ring. It made his finger wiggle inside her backside like a tiny animal. Yet she hoped that it would make her climax just as the doctor and Miller had done. She wanted that feeling of pleasure again.

She moved frantically on him, driving her pussy up and down on his cock with such pleasure. He didn’t expect that he’d cum when he spanked her or fingered both of her holes, but now, he demanded it. She’d have to revive his cock once again, for he had many more plans for her that day. He dug his finger deep inside her backside and twisted and turned it until she groaned and moved with such urgency. “Faster, rub and make me cum.”

She struggled to catch up to him, determined to cum when he did. “Yes, finger me deeper and harder,” she begged, not believing those words came from her mouth. She got more than she asked for. Instead of one finger in each hole, he pushed in two. Her pussy was still a bit sore from the night before, but she took the two fingers without much trouble. It was two fingers in her backside that proved uncomfortable. Her anal ring burned as it was forced to stretch to accommodate two hard, thick fingers. She thought she would burst as they pushed in, but she never stopped moving on his prick. Her pleasure button swelled up, and she knew she was ready to explode. She had to make him explode at the same time. “Climax on me,” she begged, and that was all that was needed.

He couldn’t believe a woman wanted him to cum on her, but he was willing to accommodate her and get his pleasure. His body let go, and he felt the cum shoot up from his swollen balls. His muscles went rigid and he froze, but she continued to rub his cock until he felt it shoot out with such force that it almost hurt when it came out. “Yes, yes, take my cum, Sinemis.”

With two fingers digging into each hole, she came with him. She felt the hot cum shoot over her pussy, but it was when the cum hit her pleasure button that made her explode in unexpected pleasure. Nothing ever felt like that before. Her pussy and backside muscles clenched tight on the fingers that invaded them. The pleasure exploded in her head, and then, her juices shot out like nothing she ever expected, and it mixed with the cum from his spurting prick beneath her. They both shook and moved frantically as they continued to bathe each other in a blanket of their juices. She felt the juices between them soak their bodies and allow them both to slide with such ease and rub on the slippery juices they’d expended.

Wiley could barely catch his breath when he finished cumming. It was as if he never came this much before. Sinemis lay on his lap, exhausted. He could feel her muscles clench on his fingers, not sure if they tried to suck them in or push them out. He pulled his fingers out of her drenched pussy first, and then, he reluctantly pulled the fingers out of her backside. He watched her tiny anus shut slowly when his fingers left, and the muscles continued to spasm even after his fingers deserted her anus. The room smelled of cum and sweat.

Sinemis was finally able to get off his lap. Her legs would barely hold her up as her climax had drained the energy from her body. She had to hold her skirt up or else it would be stained with the cum that blanketed her pussy and belly. “I’m going to clean up and change my clothes, Master,” she stated, but she was really asking the question for permission.

“Clean up, but don’t change your clothes. You’ll not need anything. We’re not finished yet. Hurry up. Don’t leave me waiting,” he urged her in his most demanding voice.

Sinemis didn’t like his answer. She thought he might be done, but obviously, he had other intentions. She went into the bathroom to clean off the cum. She stripped off her clothes and threw them into the dirty-laundry basket. She was back in the room in minutes, but Wiley still sat in the chair, his pants around his ankles, half naked with cum still on his prick and belly. Should I have brought a cloth to clean him?

His cock already began to gain back its luster, but the sight of her naked body inspired him more. “Come over here, Sinemis, and kneel between my legs.”

That was what she feared. They had taken her in her mouth the night before, including his father putting his soiled prick in her mouth. She refused to believe that she did it willingly. It was too outrageous of a thought that she’d submit like that. She knelt between his legs, her face only inches from his prick.

Wiley sat forward in the chair until his balls hung down the edge. “Start by licking my balls.”

She saw the wiry hairs that covered his ball sack. It would be a detestable job that she’d have to perform. She leaned closer and the smell of cum wafted up her nose. Her tongue pushed out her mouth reluctantly.

“Hurry up. Don’t make me wait, or it’ll be the whip and it wouldn’t be a spanking that I’ll administer.” He felt her tongue lick his balls, and he sighed in contentment.

She felt the hairs beneath her tongue, but it was the drying cum that her tongue scooped up that made her gag. She could feel the wrinkled skin of his ball sack, not what she expected. Her tongue moved all over his sack as she twisted her head one way then another. She picked an unruly thick hair from her teeth as she struggled not to choke. But it was the cum that filled her mouth that disgusted her. It was thick and bitter.

Wiley held his cock up so she could work on his balls. “Suck each ball in your mouth, and then, I want to feel your tongue lather each one up.”

That was difficult to do. She refused to touch them, but she had to open her mouth wide to get a ball inside. It felt strange in her mouth. His balls moved about as if it tried to escape from her tongue. She went from one ball to another until both of them were clean and slick with her spit. When she spit the last one out, she gagged deeply and dug the hairs out of her mouth. She licked his balls one last time, and she hoped she was finished.

“Hold my cock up and lick it from head to my balls. Make sure you get every inch of it.” Wiley couldn’t wait to feel her fingers grip his cock. It was everything he expected as her fingers gripped it firmly. Her touch on it sent it jerking passionately. But it was her tongue that drove his lust.

His prick was where most of the drying cum was located. She could see the thick, white cum on the shaft. It took only a second for the foul taste to invade her mouth as she licked it. She could feel every bump, ridge and vein on the shaft so intimately with her tongue. His prick was long, and her head moved up and down the shaft. She held his prick out in front of him so she could lick the backside of it. More of his cum flooded her taste buds. It was the smooth head that glistened in the light. Her tongue had excited him once again, and more drops of pearly cum sat on the very tip of it, waiting for her tongue to lick it. She began to lick it, starting at the thick ridge around it. She felt his prick struggle to escape her grip when she found the soft underbelly of the ridge with her tongue. He must be sensitive there, so she renewed her efforts to please him.

“Yes, you do that so well, Sinemis. I’m going to teach you the proper way to suck a cock.”

This task she hated. She got no pleasure from it, unlike when he licked her. She ran her tongue all over the head. She spent more time than necessary because she knew what was next.

“Open your mouth real wide, Sinemis, and stick out your tongue. I’m going to stick my cock in it. Hands at your sides, I’ll guide you.” He put his hand on her head. He stood up now, so he could be in a better position.

His prick was inches from her wide-open mouth, and she could do nothing but accept the inevitable. He rubbed the head of his prick on her tongue, but then, he caught her by surprise. He pushed with his hips at the same time the hand on her head yanked her forward. His prick plunged into her mouth unopposed. It shot to the back of her mouth and plugged her throat like a cork in a bottle. Her lips were pushed up against him, his wiry hairs tickled her nose, but it was the prick that filled her mouth to overflowing that brought her distress.

It happened by accident, but Wiley learned something new. He pulled Sinemis onto his cock too hard, but she took every millimeter of his long cock into her mouth. He didn’t think it was possible. His cock still wasn’t rock hard yet, but it was still formidable. Sinemis struggled, but her hands never left her sides. She tried to twist her head from side to side, but his hand had a good grip on the back of her head, and it kept her from spitting his cock out. It was pleasure that he felt. While before she sucked his cock nicely with tight lips and an eager tongue, this was much better. His cock plugged her throat, and it felt like the head of his cock was pushed into a vise. Her throat was forced open, and the head of his cock pushed into the tiny hole.

“GGLLUGGH!”

That sound made his cock harder. She choked on his cock, something Wiley couldn’t believe could happen. She stared up at him with tears in her eyes, pleading for him to pull his cock from her mouth and throat. He relented, and she pulled back, her mouth opened as she struggled to breathe, huffing and puffing.

“Back in your mouth. Suck my cock.” He missed her mouth in just the few seconds that it was no longer wrapped around his cock.

She didn’t want it in her throat again, so she opened her mouth and took his prick inside. She clasped her lips tightly around it and started to move her head back and forth. She felt the shaft run over her lips. She could feel the thick veins on the shaft. She wanted to please him, so her head drove down far until the head of his prick banged against her throat again, but she backed off just as fast. It was discerning to have his prick pushed into her throat. She thought she’d suffocate.

That was nice what she did, but he found something that he enjoyed much more. He grabbed her by the back of her head once again and pulled her onto his cock just as his hips drove forward. He looked down to see the long shaft of his cock slide through her lips. He didn’t stop until he got another gag from her.

“GGLLUGGH!”

He pulled cock out, but he was back again. “Open up, Sinemis. Take my cock inside.” He shoved forward as soon as the head was in her mouth. He aimed for her throat, and it didn’t take long before the head of his cock smashed into the tiny hole with such force that he expected the head of his cock to be bruised. He pulled her onto his cock in spite of that. He twisted his hips from side to side, as if he could corkscrew his cock into her throat. It worked. The head was compressed in the tiny hole, but she was forced to take more of it. He felt her throat muscles try to fight him off, but his cock was too hard and powerful. He began to breach her throat deeper.

“GGLLUGGH! CCOOUGGH!”

It was pure ecstasy that he felt. Her sounds and the tightness of her throat gave him new pleasure that he didn’t know was possible. He used two hands to hold her head as he began to fuck her throat. Her face was covered in tears and spit dribbled down her chin, but that did little to spurn his pleasure.

Benton heard the noises come from the room, but he saw that the key wasn’t on the hook outside. Has she escaped somehow? That would be terribly unfortunate and costly. The door was closed. He turned the handle slowly, not sure what he’d find inside. She could’ve had an accomplice that helped her. The locals were unreliable and untrustworthy. A little money would sway their allegiance. He looked inside, and the surprise he saw was something much different than he expected. Wiley stood in the center of the room, his pants off. Sinemis knelt naked before him like an obedience slave. Her hands were at her sides. Wiley gripped Sinemis’s head with two hands, but it was what he did to her that surprised Benton. He’d shoved his cock into her mouth, but not only her mouth, but it also had to be her throat. He heard her strangled gagging, but her hands never tried to stop Wiley. She took every millimeter of his cock. He was proud of Wiley’s cock, much bigger than he expected it to be when he saw it yesterday. He didn’t know how long Wiley was in the room with her, but he took possession of Sinemis with such confidence and skill.

As much as Benton had his heart set on getting his pleasure from Sinemis, Wiley was inspired with her, and Benton wouldn’t interrupt that. Sinemis was Wiley’s present, and Benton wanted him to learn all the pleasure he could from her. Benton would make sure that Wiley’s bodyguards would help him find the men in the city that could introduce him to the more perverse pleasures that a woman would provide for him. That is where Benton got his depravity from. He quietly closed the door and left Wiley to his pleasure.

Wiley never heard the noise of the door, too intent on his pleasure. He’d cum not too long before, so he knew it would be a long, satisfying time fucking her mouth and throat.

It was as if she was a magician, a sword swallower. Wiley’s prick got longer and thicker the more it was in her mouth. Each time, he shoved it down her throat to make her relive the initial gagging and choking to accommodate this thick, hard flesh into her delicate throat. Her stomach turned, but even when she coughed up bile, Wiley cared little. Her frantic sounds only inspired him to go deeper and keep his prick longer in her throat.

Wiley soon had her prone on the floor with his cock poised over her open mouth. He fucked it in as if it was her pussy, not her mouth. That allowed him to shove deep into her throat. With her head pinned to the floor, she had no escape. Her mouth opened wide as she struggled to breathe. He didn’t get the tightness of her lips around his cock, but it did make it easy to breach her throat. He soon got a good portion of his cock into her throat. It felt like a thousand fingers that ran over his cock as her muscles tried to force his cock from her throat with no success.

It felt like hours, but it had to be at least one hour that he fucked her mouth and throat. How could he last that long? Her stomach turned with each thrust. Her bile was continually drawn from her belly but then shoved back down by his prick as if it was a battering ram. Will he ever cum and end my misery? Her mouth was never free of his prick for more than the briefest of seconds. He hammered it in and out relentlessly.

His balls slapped against her chin when he went balls deep into her mouth and throat. He wouldn’t last much longer, so he speeded up his thrusts. He’d pull his cock from her throat but not her mouth. Then, he’d be back in with another powerful thrust that sent his cock to the depths of her throat. He wondered if he could shove his cock into her stomach.

The only relief she got was when he came. He came in her throat, not in her mouth. She felt her throat forced to stretch wider as the girth of his prick expanded as his climax neared. It felt like a sword was jammed into her gullet. He stopped and then she felt it. He shot his cum into her throat. She could feel the hot juices flow into her belly, and the shaft of his prick pulsated in her mouth with each ejaculation. When he finished, he lay on her face, his prick still in her throat. She huffed through her nose to fill her lungs, but she grew dizzy from lack of air. Wiley had allowed his pleasure to override everything else, including her lack of air. She finally got relief just before she passed out. She turned on her side, spitting up the cum and spit that clogged her mouth, and she sucked in deeply to fill her air-starved lungs.

Wiley rubbed his cock on her face as she lay on the floor. “That was good, Sinemis. I hoped you enjoyed it also because that’s going to be my favorite in the future.” He went into the bathroom and washed up. When he came out, he was dressed, but Sinemis was still naked and huffing on the floor. “I’ll be back later, Sinemis. We have so much to try.”

He left her alone. Her belly groaned from all the cum that he unloaded into it. She didn’t know if she could take another time like that. She’d have to find ways to make him cum and keep his prick from her mouth.





Chapter 8


The Other Twin




Barrister Nolan came back with Beatrice, but Emily didn’t see Celia. “Where’s Celia?”

“Your sister was very devious. While we were shopping in one of the stores, she wanted to try on a new dress. I’m at fault. I allowed her too much liberty. While she was in the dressing room, she snuck out the back door. Beatrice and I searched for hours, but we couldn’t find her. Do you know where she might go?” Raleigh tried to sound worried.

“No, she’s always been headstrong and adventurous. I doubt she’d go home, at least initially. She knows you’ll look for her there.” Emily wondered if Miller helped her escape. Emily felt bad that they never had a chance to say their goodbyes. She had a feeling it would be a while before she saw her again.

“I’ll send a message back home to be on the lookout for her.” That would also spread the word that Celia was gone and wouldn’t return. That made it easier. Now, Raleigh had to deal with Emily, but if his theory of Emily’s disposition was correct, it might not be too difficult. He’d seen some of it at the ball. The doctor’s exam would confirm it.

They had a nice meal together. Beatrice was gone. Raleigh no longer needed her to handle Emily. Celia was always the problematic one. He had a nice conversation with Emily. She seemed to be more at ease. Is it because Celia is gone and she no longer has to compete with her?

Emily slept well that night. She wondered what life would be at home with her parents and now Celia no longer there. It would be empty. Maybe she should think about selling the house and moving. London would be nice. She wouldn’t be known as Celia’s twin in the big city.

Barrister Nolan was already downstairs and having coffee when Emily joined him for breakfast. He was always so attentive to her. She liked that. He made her feel special. He was an older man, but that didn’t bother her. After years of living in the shadow of her sister’s popularity, any attention was welcome. She even enjoyed the attention of Cecil’s friend at the ball. It was a shameful act she performed on him, but that was what excited her so much.

“I’m going into the city. Would you care to join me?” Raleigh hoped it worked just as it did with Celia. Celia would be sold and on her way to a new life of sexual servitude by now. He didn’t know where she’d end up, but he was assured that she wouldn’t be in England any longer.

“Yes, I’d love to see a big city. Let me change my clothes.” She rushed off to her room. She wanted to look good.

Barrister Nolan looked good in his black suit and tie. Emily wore a nice dress with revealing cleavage, a bit ostentatious especially with the gold cross nestled between her twin breasts, but she wanted to feel sexy.

“You are beautiful, Emily. I’ll be the envy of every man when they see me with you.” He saw the smile on her face and the look in her eyes at his compliment.

“Why thank you, Sir,” she boldly said. “I can’t wait to see the big city.”

They went out to the carriage, and once they were inside, he told it to her. “I have one stop to make, but it won’t take long.”

“Of course, I don’t want to rush you.”

It was a long ride before the carriage stopped and the driver opened the door.

“Come on in, Emily. It won’t take long and I don’t want to leave you alone in the carriage.”

Emily didn’t want him to worry about her, so she got out. It was a nice brick building and the neighborhood was office buildings like this one. They walked into a charming waiting room. There was a reception desk, but no one was behind it and the chairs in the room were empty.

“Come with me.” Raleigh hooked her arm as he led her into the other room. They bypassed the smaller outer room and went directly into Dr. Blackwell’s office. Raleigh kept her close so she wouldn’t run off.

“Emily, this is Dr. Blackwell.”

“It’s good to meet you, Dr. Blackwell.” He was tall and fit, well dressed with a professional air about him. She stood back so Barrister Nolan could conduct his business.

“Have a seat, Emily.” Dr. Blackwell got up and pulled one of the chairs in front of his desk out further into the center of the room.

It was strange, but she sat in it, but both men stood over her. Then, the door opened up and another man came in. He was younger, about the same age as Emily. He was handsome, and he smiled brightly at her.

“This is Garrett Drysdale. He’s my doctor assistant.” Dr. Blackwell explained Garrett to her.

She nodded her head courteously. Now three men stood above her and that made her a bit nervous, but Barrister Noble would never let anything happen to her.

Raleigh finally said it. “Your Uncle Brice was concerned about both you and Celia’s health after your parent’s tragic accident. He’s worried about your mental and physical health. He’s most insistent that both of you have a thorough examination by the finest doctor in London. Celia had her examination before we went shopping, and she slipped away. Dr. Blackwell managed to fit you in this morning.” He said it as if it was the most natural or normal thing to do.

Emily hadn’t seen a doctor in a couple of years, always healthy, same as Celia. She was an adult now, and the last six months had been trying on her. She didn’t think it was out of the ordinary. After all, what could be bad if Celia did it? Celia never did anything she didn’t want to. She looked at the rest of the room, sterile white, and it had strange tables around as well as a long counter with all the apparatus that a doctor would have. But, they made her nervous. She didn’t know this man, and she was afraid of what he’d do in his examination. But, unlike Celia, she didn’t want to start trouble. Barrister Nolan was nice to her, and she didn’t want that to change. “I guess that would be okay.”

Raleigh smiled. That was the difficult part. Dr. Blackwell was good at the rest of it, easing her into each part of the exam where it would become more revealing. “I knew you were a grown woman, Emily.”

Dr. Blackwell took over. Garrett took out a new chart, ready to register everything that Dr. Blackwell told him. “Let’s start with questions so I can determine your history.”

He asked her about a dozen questions about past illnesses, family history, but then, there was the question of sex.

“Are you sexually active, Emily? I know that’s an intimate question, but it’s imperative that your doctor knows the truth.” Barrister Nolan told her what he suspected, but you never knew with the young women of the day.

“No, Dr. Blackwell. I’m innocent and intend to stay that way until I’m wed.” She was adamant in her statement, although she did blush when she said it.

Raleigh had a difference of opinion on the last part of her response, but he didn’t say anything.

“Do you have everything, Garrett?” Dr. Blackwell allowed Garrett to finish writing.

“Yes, Sir.” This would be the part he enjoyed. It would be a repeat of the day before. Emily was a carbon copy of Celia.

“It’s time for me to examine you, Emily.” He put his stethoscope in his ears as he moved behind her. He looked down and saw her full breasts pushed up high in the lovely dress.

“Isn’t Barrister Nolan and your assistant going to leave?” It was bad enough for the doctor to touch her, but to have the other two in the room was too much for her. Garrett was the doctor’s assistant, but he looked as young as Emily was. And she couldn’t let Barrister Nolan see her.

“Garrett’s attending Worshipful Society of Apothecaries and is required to seek practice with a licensed medical professional, such as myself. He should be afforded all the respect that I do and he’s essential for the examination.” Dr. Blackwell sounded so authoritative.

“I’m your temporary guardian, Emily. I’d be remiss if I didn’t stay in the room and protect your interests. Your Uncle Brice would find me negligent if I didn’t stay. You wouldn’t want me to get into legal trouble with your uncle, would you, Emily?” Raleigh would see how logic overcame her objections.

“No, butt…” she stammered, “what about when the doctor examines me more intimately?”

Dr. Blackwell interrupted. He’d be the bad guy. “Don’t give me any trouble, Emily, or I’ll be forced to turn you over my knee and spank you like the immature child you’re acting like!”

She was shocked by what he said, but he had a look on his face that he was to be taken seriously or else. Barrister Nolan didn’t rush to her aid. There were three men standing over her. She was outnumbered. What should I do? She had no other choices. She’d have to get this over quickly and get out of there. Then, she could go home and be on her own like an adult.

She didn’t say a thing, but Dr. Blackwell had seen the look of surrender in her eyes. He reached behind her neck to take the cross off that hung between her breasts and obstructed his view. “Lean back, Emily.” He pushed her head back, and then, he began to run the stethoscope in her cleavage.

The stethoscope was cold and goose bumps appeared on her chest, but that wasn’t the shameful part. He guided the stethoscope between her breasts, and the deeper it pushed between her breasts, the more her nipples seemed to harden as though she grew aroused by his touch. He took a long time as he stopped and listened then moved on. Finally, he pulled away, but then, she felt his hands on her back. He pushed her forward as he began to open the stays of her dress. His fingers were nimble, and Emily felt the front of her dress begin to open. She looked up, and the other men stared at her cleavage as it grew more open.

“Keep your hands on the chair, Emily. I don’t want you interrupting me!” Again, he asserted his authority over her when she started to bring her hands up to stop her dress from opening. He stopped before he pulled her dress open but only so he could push her back against the chair. He didn’t tell her anything before one of his hands slid into her dress. It didn’t take much before he had a handful of naked breast. He felt a hard nipple push into his palm.

“EEEHHH!” She gasped when Dr. Blackwell suddenly manhandled her breast. He grasped her breast and squeezed it, but his hand didn’t stay still. It moved in the tight confines of her dress. His hand slid over her nipple as she tried to quell the way it made it tingle deep into her breast. Her nipple swelled with rush of blood. His hand moved to her other breast, and he handled it in the same way, to squeeze and slide over it as if he was her lover, not her doctor.

“Nice firm breasts. I can’t feel any lumps on them, but I’ll need to examine them more fully. Her nipples are responsive.” Garrett wrote everything down. “Lean forward, Emily,” but he didn’t wait. He pushed her forward so he could work more on her dress.

She was bent over once again, and she knew what he was about to do. She didn’t know why she didn’t try to stop him. She was helpless with the three men in the room. She felt more of the stays on her dress open up, glad that she was bent forward so the dress wouldn’t slip off. She shivered when she felt his hands touch her naked back. She didn’t wear anything under her dress except for her drawers.

“That’s good.” He opened it all the way to her waist in the back. He pushed her back against the chair back. He put his hands on her shoulders, and then, he began to slip the dress off her shoulders. It didn’t take much before it fell away. He pushed it quickly down before she had a chance to relax, but he noticed her hands clenched tightly on the arms of the chair, but they never moved. Her naked breasts were completely exposed.

She turned red in shame when she saw Barrister Nolan stare at her naked breasts, along with Garrett. There was no doubt where their attention was drawn to. Her back was pushed up against the chair and that forced her back to arch and stick her breasts out as if she willingly showed them off. She saw Dr. Blackwell reach down, and then, both of her breasts were engulfed in his hands. Dr. Blackwell fondled her breasts. There was no other word for what he did. He squeezed them as if he tested ripe fruit. Then, his hands began to move over them and rub over her nipples with such consequences. He reached out with thumb and forefinger to grip each of her nipples. Then, he twisted them until the flesh was gnarled beneath his touch.

“Does that hurt, Emily?”

“Nooo,” her voice trembled. It did hurt, but it hurt good. How could my nipples enjoy the pain? He continued to rub and tease her nipples as she sat there half naked before the men. She felt the obvious wetness between her legs. She knew that he aroused her with his touch and that was troubling for her. She couldn’t resist the pleasure.

“Emily grows amorous from the touch.” He saw the look of shame on her face, but that made his job easier. She’d be less likely to resist. He rubbed the very tips one last time, and now, it was time to move on. “Stand up, Emily.”

She struggled to stand up and keep her dress on at the same time. She held the dress with one hand while her other hand tried to hide her naked breasts, but that proved difficult. They were too big to hide. Dr. Blackwell was behind her, busily working on the last of the stays on her dress. “No, please, no,” she begged. She knew he meant to take her dress off, and then, she’d only have her bloomers to hide the rest of her body.

“Don’t make a fuss, Emily. I can’t finish the examination with your dress on. If you want to get this over as fast as you can, cooperate,” Dr. Blackwell urged her. He had her dress open completely in the back. “Put your hands at your sides so I can take it off.”

She put her arms down in complete surrender. The dress fell away, pausing for the briefest of seconds on her womanly hips but then fell to her ankles. She stood there shivering in her drawers as the three men stared at her near-naked body.

“Step over here.” Dr. Blackwell led her over to the examination table.

This was what she fear, the sterile table with the strange wings at the end. She feared what the wings would do. Then, she noticed the leather straps on the table. Her fear increased ten-fold. Why does he need leather straps?

“Face the table and lay your upper body across it.” He didn’t wait for her to comply. He pushed down on her back and was pleased the way her lovely ass arched up so conveniently.

Her naked breasts hit the cold table. Her head turned to the side as she laid her upper body on the table. She felt her bloomers pull tightly over her buttocks. Barrister Nolan came next to her, and his hand touched hers.

“You’re doing good, Emily. I’m proud of you,” he encouraged her as he gazed at her partially naked breast peek out.

She gripped his hand tighter when Dr. Blackwell began to pull her drawers down. She felt the cool air in the room blow over her naked buttocks. He slipped them all the way down. His hot breath blew on her naked buttocks when he bent over to pull her drawers off her ankles. As he rose up, his hand slid between her legs. They didn’t stop when they got to her knees. They rose up higher and pushed against her thighs.

“Spread your legs open so I might examine you, Emily.”

That was the second time in just a matter of days that a man told her to spread her legs, and she obliged without question. She was naked and bent over with all her charms exposed.

“I need to get her temperature, Garrett. I think a number four would do well. Make sure that it’s the one with ridged marker numbers on the outside.”

“Nnnnoooo!” She sobbed quietly when she heard that. It had been a long time ago, but she remembered very vividly the doctor that used a rectal thermometer on her when she was young. It was shameful but also uncomfortable, even more so now with three men to watch the humiliating act.

“Garrett’s going to prepare you, so relax. It’ll make it much easier.”

Garrett made sure that Emily saw him with the jar of lubricant in one hand and the thermometer in the other. It was formidable. It had a dozen ridges on the outside to highlight each ten-degree mark. It started out slimmer, but then, it expanded wider after each mark.

Emily sobbed again when she felt hands on her buttocks unceremoniously pull them apart. It wasn’t Dr. Blackwell’s hands but Garrett’s. His fingers were so close to her anus, a place that should never be touched. His fingers moved closer, and then, she felt her anal ring begin to flourish open under his demanding fingers that spread her. But it was the cold lubricant that touched her anus that set her muscles fluttering. She couldn’t stop her buttocks from clenching tight, but it trapped his finger between them as though she encouraged this.

“SSSMACCKK!”

Garrett couldn’t wait to do that and was glad when she resisted. “Dr. Blackwell said hold still. I won’t tell you again.” He punctuated it with another slap to her other buttock. He liked the way it left a pink mark on each of her cheeks.

“SSSMACCKK!”

She struggled to relax her buttocks, but the spanking made it more difficult. She couldn’t control her muscles. Finally, she was able to relax her muscles, and his finger moved once again. She shuddered in shame when his cold, wet finger began to run around her anus with such authority. “AAAHHH!” He pressed his finger in the center of her anus. Her anal ring swelled open and gripped it as it moved inside. He violated her with his finger. It pushed through her sphincter, and then, it moved inside her rectum. It didn’t stay still. It moved in and out, and she knew he was lubricating her for the much bigger thermometer.

She went up on her toes when he shoved his finger in deep. He pulled back and felt her resisting muscles, but then, he got her back on her toes with a sharp thrust deep inside her bowels, until his knuckles banged against her anus. She had the tightest ass he ever felt grip his finger. If only it could be his cock instead, but he’d have to settle with what he could get.

She finally got relief when his finger came out, but she couldn’t stop the muscle spasms in her backside or the way her anal ring slowly closed as if waited for the finger to return.

He didn’t warn her as he lubricated the thermometer. He could feel the ridges as his fingers slid up and down. Soon, she’d feel the same thing. He pressed the slim end of the thermometer against her anus. Both the thermometer and her anus were slick, so there was nothing she could do to keep it out. He pressed on it and her anal ring opened up and the tip of the thermometer pushed unopposed inside.

“OOOWWW!” It wasn’t so much pain as the uncomfortable intrusion of the thermometer as to why she cried out. If she thought his finger was bad, this was much more. It was hard and unresisting. It pushed hard against her muscles as her sphincter fought a losing battle to keep it out. It pressed forward, thick and unyielding as it pushed into her rectum. It sat like a huge rock. But, at least it stopped moving.

“Hold the thermometer so it doesn’t get pushed out. I’ll continue with my examination.” Dr. Blackwell began to run his fingers over her pussy that peeked out between her legs. He tapped one of her ankles until she spread her legs wider to accommodate his examination.

Her buttocks kept clenching and unclenching wildly from being so full inside, but it was Dr. Blackwell’s soft touch on her pussy that made it more bearable. His light touch made her juices begin to flow. His fingers began to open her up. He gripped her lips from behind and spread them open as if she was a flower. Her backside pushed back and arched up, and then, she realized she did it. She willingly exposed herself in hopes that his touch would be more.

“Emily’s very wet. That’s a good sign.” He pushed his finger inside her pussy just a tiny bit before he felt it. “Yes, I can confirm she’s a virgin. She’s very tight and hot. Some man is going to be pleased when he takes her for the first time.” He pulled his finger out so he wouldn’t accidently bust her hymen.

Dr. Blackwell nodded to Garrett and also to Raleigh. It was time to test her resolve to please.

“AAAHH!” It took her by surprise again. Dr. Blackwell’s finger ran up and down her slit to push aside her lips so he could intimately inspect her inner lips. She couldn’t hide the abundant wetness that he found. His finger rode all the way up, and then, he discovered her pleasure button. His fingers were experts as they coaxed it out of hiding, and the more he stroked it, the bigger it grew. At the same time, she felt the thermometer move. She hoped that Garrett would take it out, but he did the opposite. He pushed it in deeper. As more of the thermometer was pushed into her anus, she felt it grow thicker, and her anal ring stretched wider as it snapped tightly around the thermometer. He began to push in then pull back, but each time it pushed in deeper, more of it filled her intestines. She could feel the ridges as the thermometer rode through her tightly stretched anal ring. They sawed back and forth with each thrust. Inside, the ridges ran over the elastic walls of her intestines. She couldn’t believe that she felt something different. She never expected to feel anything but the uncomfortable feel of being stuffed with something that big. Yet, she found her inner muscles gripped the thermometer, not to push it out but to pull it in. Her anal ring burned as it stretched too wide, but she found some pleasure around her anus where she expected none. It was strange and disturbing.

“Emily’s clitoris is big and swollen with blood. It throbs nicely.” Dr. Blackwell began to stroke her slit and clitoris to drive the pleasure through her body.

How can I grow aroused by such a thing? She was naked, bent over and spread as the two doctors stroked her backside and her pussy at the same time, and all she wanted was more of it. She was ashamed that Barrister Nolan saw her shameful performance. She still held his hand, but her face was turned to the other side so he wouldn’t see the look on her face from this disgraceful act. The thermometer felt like the prick she stroked at the ball. It was as if a man took her in this degrading way. She couldn’t imagine why a man would put his prick in such a dirty place, but she could imagine what it would feel like if he did. Her body responded to the doctors. They were going to make her climax, and she wanted them to do it. The pleasure built in her body and was ready to explode. It wouldn’t take much more to do it.

Raleigh quietly took his cock out of his pants with one hand. He didn’t want to release Emily’s hand yet. He held his naked cock up, hard and throbbing. Emily wouldn’t last much longer. He was correct about her disposition to authority. Now, he had the final test. He reached over with his free hand on her head. “Turn this way, Emily,” he told her.

He’d see her shamelessly climax if she turned her head, but she couldn’t deny him. She had to lift up her head and turn it. As she settled it back down on the table, Barrister Nolan released her hand. Then, she was what he had in his other hand.

“Open your mouth, Emily.” It wasn’t a question but a demand. He held his cock up until he felt her hot breath on the head. That inspired a few drops of precum to settle on the head of his cock.

Even though she saw the prick of the man at the ball, it wasn’t up close and personal like this. That was Barrister Nolan’s prick that was millimeters from her mouth. The head glistened from leaking juices. If she opened her mouth, she’d have to taste the leaking cum. The doctor’s fingers provoked her pleasure, so she had to decide quickly. Barrister Nolan pushed his prick closer until it touched her lips. His prick was so hot, but it was her mouth that opened up in complete surrender. That was all that Barrister Nolan needed. He pushed in deeper, and his prick touched her tongue.

Her mouth was hot, and her lips closed instantly to trap his prick without him saying a word to her. “Suck on the head of my cock, Emily. I want to feel your tongue swish over it. Lick up my cum and swallow it.”

He told her what to do, and she did it. She couldn’t believe that a prick was in her mouth, but the foul taste of the leaking cum confirmed it. She ran her tongue over the smooth head and under the thick ridge, but he made no attempt to push it in further. She didn’t know if that was good or bad.

The three men watched as Emily performed to perfection. Garrett rode the thermometer in her ass hole as if it was a cock. Dr. Blackwell masturbated her pussy with experience that she couldn’t deny. Raleigh sighed with pleasure as the head of his cock was snuggled tightly in her mouth and her tight lips and eager tongue gave him pleasure. Raleigh wouldn’t cum then, but she’d be obliging that night.

Emily came suddenly and profoundly. She’d masturbated herself to climax on two occasions, but it was nothing like this. She had every virgin hole in her body stroked, probed or penetrated, and all she felt was explosive pleasure. She expected Barrister Nolan to explode in her mouth like the man at the ball had done by her hand, but he didn’t. But, it wasn’t for her lack of trying, although it might be lack of experience. Her body shook, and the men continued to work her over until she was exhausted. Only then was the thermometer removed. Her anal ring closed slowly as if it welcomed it back before it would be fully closed.

“Her temperature is normal, Dr. Blackwell,” Garrett stated as he pulled the thermometer out of her ass hole without checking it.

Dr. Blackwell pulled his fingers away from her pussy. “She’s an exceptional women, Barrister Nolan, and in excellent health. You may get dressed now, Emily.”

“MMGGgll,” was the only thing that came out of her mouth until Barrister Nolan’s prick was pulled out. She gave it one last loving look, still hard and throbbing, but the dark red head was covered in her spit.

She stood up, naked, and began to dress. The men didn’t leave and they watched her intently. She left with Barrister Nolan, and they got into the carriage. Nothing was said until they got to the city.

“Are you hungry, Emily?”

She didn’t know where it came from, but the words spilled out of her mouth. “I had my mouth filled, but my belly is empty.” That was something she never would’ve said before, but her life was different now, and she knew it would continue to change. She was sure that Barrister Nolan wasn’t finished with her, and she hoped she was correct.

They had an enjoyable lunch, and then, he took her shopping as if nothing had happened, but they both knew that everything had changed.

Raleigh watched as Emily looked at the large buildings in awe. She was like a child seeing the outside world for the first time.

Emily loved sitting in such a fancy restaurant. They didn’t have places like this back home. She saw the men look at her but also the women. It was as if they were jealous of her. She’d never been seen in this light before. She was always with Celia, and she drew the attention and scrutiny of men and women, in spite of the fact they were twins.

As much as she was ashamed at what happened at the doctor’s office, Raleigh made no mention of it. It was as if it never happened, yet Emily couldn’t put it out of her head. After all, she was naked before him and he saw her climax so easily, but it was the prick in her mouth that all her attention was drawn to. How her life had changed in a matter of days. She’d stroked a naked prick and made him cum, and now, she took a prick in her mouth and used her tongue on it. She could still taste the cum in her mouth, but she knew it was only imaginary. She had lunch with new tastes on her tongue, but she couldn’t get the bitter taste of cum from her head. How could I focus so acutely on the taste when it was so bitter and distasteful?





Chapter 9


Lessons in Love




“I had a lovely day, Barrister Nolan. I can’t thank you enough.” The doctor’s examination was gone from that thought.

“You’re a beautiful, intelligent woman, Emily. It was a joy and an honor to spend the day with you. I’ll see you at dinner tonight.”

Emily went up to her room and changed out of her clothes, and then, she took a hot bath with bubbles. She soaked her naked body in it. It felt good, but she had to struggle not to stroke her pussy and try to relive the same pleasure she felt that morning in the doctor’s office. She knew that wasn’t possible. That was so much different, and she couldn’t duplicate that by herself.

She found herself dressing to please Barrister Nolan. The dress she picked out was low cut, more daring then she would normally wear, but she got it from Celia’s room. It was in the bag she left behind. Celia’s choices of dresses were always more risqué and daring. But, it was the silk bloomers she wore that made her excited. Emily’s bloomers were cotton, not rough, but nothing like silk. It was as if Doctor Blackwell’s hand returned to stroke her pussy when she put them on. They were tight and clung to every nook and cranny of her body.

Raleigh was already downstairs having a brandy when Emily came down. He stood up when he saw her. His cock regained its hardness the minute he saw her. The thought of those lovely pink lips wrapped around his cock inspired him. It wouldn’t be long before he got his wish. He saw something in her eyes, excitement. Had Doctor Blackwell’s examination lit a fire between her legs when she was masturbated along with the thermometer snuggly in her ass, as well as my cock in her mouth? “You are a beautiful woman, Emily. London seems to suit you. Would you like a brandy?”

Emily never drank before, but there were a lot of things she never did before that went by the wayside. She liked the way he complimented her as a woman and treated her like one. “I would love a brandy.” She sat down, crossing her legs so he could see her ankles, but his eyes were drawn to her breasts when he stood over her and handed her the glass. She grew wetter. It was just like the three men that stood over and took possession of her. She had no choice but to let them have their way with her. “Thank you, Barrister Nolan.”

“That’s awfully formal, Emily, after what we went through today. Call me Raleigh.”

That was the first insinuation of what happened in the doctor’s office that he made. She didn’t know how to react, so she said nothing. “Thank you,” pausing for a second, “Raleigh.”

Raleigh told her all about London, and he saw the interest in her eyes. It wouldn’t be difficult to convince her to stay. All he had to do was introduce her a bit more to their relationship. He saw her take sips of the brandy. She’d never had it before, a bit strong for her by the look on her face, but she finished it before dinner was announced.

“Dinner is served, Barrister Nolan,” the butler announced.

“Let me escort you, Emily.” He felt comfortable taking her arm and escorting her into the dining room. He could smell her perfume and felt the slightest touch of her hips that touched his as they walked. He held out her chair as she sat down and paused over her to get a final glimpse deep in her cleavage.

Dinner was roast pork, potatoes and carrots after the salad and French onion soup. Raleigh made sure that Emily’s wine glass was always full. The servants were quick and efficient. He’d already arranged for all of them to leave a soon as dessert was served. They served the trifles and left.

“This is so indulgent,” Emily said as she took bites of the trifles. “I have to watch my weight.” She didn’t want to get fat eating in fancy restaurants and rich desserts. She felt a slight buzz in her head from the brandy and the wine. She never drank that much before, but it felt good.

“I’ll watch your figure for you, Emily, if you don’t mind.”

“I’m flattered, Raleigh.” She still had trouble saying his first name.

They finally finished dessert. Raleigh listened for the telltale signs of the servants leaving. The butler looked in and nodded to Raleigh, and then, the back door closed. They were all gone.

“That was delicious.” Emily was comfortably full with a bit of a buzz in her head from the wine.

“Let’s go into the other room, Emily, where we can be more comfortable.”

They passed through the living room and down the hall to his office. He opened the door for her to enter.

It was a man’s office for sure. It smelled of cigars, leather and wood. Two walls were floor-to-ceiling books. There was a large mahogany desk with a red leather chair behind it. The desk was littered with papers and books, but they all seemed to be where they were supposed to be. There was a small sitting area with a couch and two chairs along with a bar in the corner. What was out of place was the large mahogany chair that was situated in the center of the room all by itself. What was disturbing was the small coils of rope piled neatly on the floor at the front of the chair. She looked at Raleigh.

“You were naughty today, Emily.” His cock was ready to burst from his pants.

She blushed. “Yes, I should’ve never allowed that to happen. It was terrible that I got such pleasure from the way Dr. Blackwell stroked me.” She still didn’t mention the obvious fact that she’d taken his prick in her mouth. That was too degrading for her to say.

“No, Emily. I was delighted at that. It was good to see a young woman enjoy the pleasures of life. You were naughty because you left me in such a state. You took my prick in your mouth and your tongue worked its magic on it. Yet, I didn’t get the same pleasure that you received.”

She looked down, unable to stop her gaze from going to the front of his pants. There was no hiding the large bulge that pushed out his pants. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” She still couldn’t admit what she did.

“Yes, you should’ve, and now, you’re going to finish what you’ve started, Emily.”

Her lips trembled as she looked at him and the chair along with the rope on the floor. She wasn’t sure what he’d do, but she was sure that it would involve her being tied in the chair. That scared her, yet her pussy grew wet and her nipples hardened. “You’re going to put your prick in my mouth again, Raleigh?” She finally got the words to come out her mouth. She feared his answer.

“Yes, Emily. You’re going to sit in the chair, but before you do, you’ll remove your dress. You can keep your bloomers on for now. Then, I’m going to tie you up. You’re going to open your mouth when I present my cock to you and take it inside. I’ll instruct you in the manner of sucking my cock and making me cum. For I will cum, and it’ll be in your mouth so you can worship my seed.” He didn’t make any attempt to move toward her. He wouldn’t force her. He wanted her complete surrender.

Even though she thought that was what he wanted to do to her, it still was a shock to her to hear him plan it out in such detail. She began to wonder if Raleigh had designs on her. She knew she didn’t have much time to decide, and she had even less options. Celia was gone, her parents were gone, Uncle Brice was gone and she was alone to face this realization.

She looked at him, and she knew she had no other choice, but in spite of what she’d be required to do, she also felt something shamefully wrong. She was aroused by the thought of it, just as she did with the doctor that morning. What’s wrong with me? Is this what being an adult entails? Her hands moved before she told them. They went behind her back and began to undo her dress. She was going to be half naked before him again. Even though her fingers shook as she opened the dress, it felt like it happened so quickly. She pushed the dress down in the front and slid it off her arms. It fell to the floor in front of her as she shivered in her silk bloomers, half naked before him.

The wood chair was cold as she sat on it. She pressed her back against it and waited. Raleigh picked up a coil of rope, and he went behind her. He grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind the chair, but he was gentle doing it. Then, she felt the rope around her wrists. It began to tighten and draw her hands together. She felt the rope move, and when Raleigh stood up again, she tried to pull her arms away. They moved the slightest before the ropes stopped them. Her arms were secured behind her back. She was a prisoner of Raleigh. He could do anything he wanted to do to her and she could do nothing to stop him.

Raleigh stood in front of her and admired his handiwork. Her proud breasts stood up, but it was her nipples that drew his attention. They were already hard, yet he never touched them. Her legs were coyly together, but he wouldn’t tie them yet, not while she still had her bloomers on. He looked back into her face but first those lovely pink lips. He saw her tongue absently lick her lips and that made his cock jump in pure pleasure at the thought of her tongue doing that to his cock. He began to undress in front of her. When he saw her try to turn her head away, he admonished her. “Don’t take your eyes off me, Emily. I want to see your eyes on my cock when I unveil it to you once again.”

Raleigh was fit and trim for a man of his age. He had a firm chest. He began to take his pants off. He was eager as he pushed them down. His prick pushed out his shorts like a sword. He stroked his prick before he took down his shorts. They fell to the floor and he kicked them off, but her eyes never left his prick, not because he told her not to look away, but she wanted to see it again. It stood up in all its glory. Raleigh didn’t touch it, yet it bounced uncontrollably in front of him as if he had no control over it. She’d felt it jump in her mouth, but her lips had held it tight. She saw more of his prick this night. He had coarse hair around the base of his prick and on his sack. His sack hung between his legs. His prick was much longer than she thought or expected it to be. She’d only had a tiny bit in her mouth, the bright red head on it. Beneath it was a stalk that was much longer than her mouth. It would never completely fit.

“Open your mouth, Emily. Get ready to receive my cock.” Raleigh was so excited. This was the culmination of everything he dreamed about the last seven months. It would be just the beginning of it. He felt her hot breath blow on his cock. He held the shaft to steady it. Her mouth slowly yawned open. “Wider,” he ordered her.

Her lips felt stretched as her mouth opened so wide. His prick came closer, and then, she felt it. Raleigh pushed his prick onto her lower lip, and when he pressed forward, it slowly filled the gap of her open mouth. She felt the smooth head slip through her lips. She could only close her lips a tiny bit, but she made sure her lips were clenched tightly around it. It jerked in her mouth, but it was the foul taste of his bitter cum that invaded her mouth that made her grimace. She didn’t know what she’d do when he came in her mouth. She knew from making Celia’s friend cum how profuse men were. That was a lot of cum to swallow. She felt Raleigh’s hands reach down and her breasts were gripped in his palms, but it was her nipples that swelled bigger, as if they sought out his touch. She clenched her thighs to stem the juices that shamelessly flowed. She was bound, half naked and had a prick in her mouth, and she grew aroused.

“Suck on my cock and use your tongue on it. Slip it over the very tip and urge out some of my seed.” He sighed in pleasure as he felt the powerful suction draw more of his cock in her hot mouth, and then, her tongue began to work over the head. She got better since that morning, not necessarily in experience but in enthusiasm. She might not like the taste of his cum, but she took to sucking his cock.

Raleigh began to push with his hips. The shaft of his prick slid through her soft lips as more of his prick filled her mouth. She couldn’t keep her tongue out of the way as more of his prick invaded her mouth to fill it. It slid easily on her tongue in spite of her efforts to lick every bit of the prick that pushed through her tightly clenched lips.

“Yes, that’s good, Emily. Take it deeper.” Raleigh was already overly excited, and he knew he wouldn’t last long, but this was just the beginning. Her mouth would service his cock often.

She didn’t know what she could do with all of his prick. He kept shoving his prick in and out of her mouth, always going deeper with each thrust. He pushed in sideways, as if he wanted his prick to explore every nook and cranny in her mouth. Her tongue was flooded with the foul taste of his leaking cum, but she could do nothing. It was her tongue that inspired it to leak out.

Raleigh wasn’t gentle with her any longer. His excitement was at a fever pitch, and his hips thrust with only the thought of his ultimate pleasure in mind. His cock soon slammed into the back of her mouth, and the first time he drew a gag from her almost made him cum. He fucked her mouth more urgently, with harder and deeper thrusts. The head of his cock soon found the tight opening of her throat, and he would not take no for an answer. He held her head to keep her from turning away from his cock as he sought the pleasure of her virgin throat.

She never expected this. Her mouth was coated in his thick crème, but he tried to push his prick where it wouldn’t fit. She coughed and gagged, but that did little to slow down his ardor. She was shocked the first time when the swollen head of his prick sought entrance into her throat with success. She didn’t know what she did to allow it. She gagged so loud and her mouth opened wider until she thought it would tear, but at the same time, her throat opened up as if to welcome his prick to enter. And enter it did. His prick snaked down her throat like a serpent. Her throat muscles tried to stop it, but all her muscles did was clench on his prick. She was sure that he felt such pleasure from her resistance, but she had no control over it. His prick slithered down her throat as she struggled to breathe.

“Very good, Emily, you took my cock down your throat.” His hips were a blur as he fucked her throat as his balls readied to empty his cum into her mouth. He finally had to pull his cock from her throat, but only so he could unload his cum into her inviting mouth. He wanted her to relish every drop of his seed. He let her catch her breath as her chest heaved when she tried to fill her starved lungs. “Give me my pleasure, Emily. Show me how well you suck cock.”

He shamed her with his words, but she did as he asked. She had no choice. At least his prick was out of her throat, and she’d do anything to keep it out, even if that meant having him flood her mouth with his seed. She licked and sucked his prick. She could feel it grow bigger, not sure why or how. It stretched her lips wider until she thought they’d tear, but then, she felt it. She could tell that he was ready to erupt. It was just like Celia’s friend on the patio. His breathing grew ragged, his muscles were taut but his prick swelled up, and then, it shot into her mouth with such power. She’d seen it spill over the edge of the patio with such force, but this was unleashed in her mouth. She choked when some of his cum went down the wrong way, but she had too much to worry about as she tried to contain all the cum that filled her mouth. She struggled to swallow the thick, bitter cum, but as she did, more of it blasted into her mouth until her cheeks swelled. She gulped and swallowed to keep up with his spewing prick.

He was on his toes as he pushed with his hips when the first load of cum spewed from his cock. He saw the look on her face as it splashed in the tight confines of her mouth and then saw the frantic movement of her throat as she struggled to rid some of it from her mouth. “Yes, enjoy my seed, Emily. There’s much more for you.” He continued to shoot in her mouth, four times before his balls ached and were emptied. He didn’t take his cock out, her mouth too enjoyable. The slightest movement of her tongue would bring back some of the hardness he lost when he came.

It was a long time before he took his prick from her mouth. Even as she swallowed his seed, it still blanketed every spot in her mouth, and she could do nothing to rid the foul taste from her mouth. At least she was done with the distasteful task. She would be freed from the chair.

She looked down to see Raleigh kneel at her feet. He reached up to her waist, and he gripped her silk bloomers. “No, what are you doing?” She protested vigorously but to no avail. He yanked her bloomers off her unceremoniously. She kept her legs demurely together in order to protect herself.

“Relax your legs so you won’t get hurt.”

She didn’t like it when he said hurt. He grabbed one of her legs, and she didn’t fight him as he yanked it up and placed it over the armrest of the chair. Her crotch began to open but not as wide as when he did the same to the other leg. Before she could protest this obscene position, he took out the ropes and secured both of her legs to the armrests. She could do nothing to hide the shameful exposure of her virgin pussy. Will he take my virginity from me? “I’m a virgin, please don’t,” she begged.

“I’ll not pluck your hymen, Emily.” At least not yet he thought. “I want you to get your pleasure, too. It’s only fair that after you used your mouth on me that I should reciprocate equally.” Raleigh inhaled the sweet scent of her arousal.

His face was so close to her pussy that she could feel him blow on her. She didn’t know if she should protest this or welcome it. She found humiliating pleasure in being bound and forced to suck his prick. How could he doing the same thing to me not be pleasurable? She held her breath and waited. His fingers were first. They were soft and gentle, but they gripped her pussy lips and peeled them back, as if her pussy was a spring flower that had bloomed. The cool night air blew on the heated flesh of her inner lips to ignite the wetness. His breath followed as he leaned in closer, and then, she was shocked when his tongue began to lick her. She never thought of a tongue being rough, but it felt that way as it ran along the smooth inner lips. It lost its harshness as it rode along her increasing wetness as it moved up and down her slit with such authority. All thoughts of protesting this act disappeared from her head as her juices flowed unabated.

Raleigh inspected every bit of her pussy with his tongue and fingers. He wouldn’t bust her hymen with his tongue, but that didn’t stop him from pointing his tongue and driving it and out of her tight, virgin hole like a tiny cock. Then, he sought out her pleasure button, and he was pleased with her cry of pleasure when his lips wrapped around it and sucked it deep into his mouth where his tongue could whip back and forth over it. She squirmed in the tight bondage he had her in, but she did little to stop him if that was her intentions. He suspected she squirmed in pleasure.

He was relentless in licking her, no respite in sight. Her body froze when he sucked her pleasure button, and she felt his sharp teeth along the very tip of it. Yet, he was gentle but persistent in bringing her increasing pleasure. He would make her cum, and she’d cum on his face and tongue. It sounded so degrading, yet that is what she did with him. She cried out again when his tongue went too far and slid over her pussy and up the crack of her backside. Her legs were drawn up so high that she was exposed from stem to stern. His tongue crept up her crack and she begged him not to touch her in such a dirty place with his tongue, but that did little to deter his tongue. It was degrading for him to lick that private place, but it was more degrading that she couldn’t control the spasms that his tongue induced. It was as though she got pleasure from being touched in such a place, but that had to be impossible. Isn’t it impossible? His tongue worked back and forth over the tiny hole, but then, it started to force its way inside. Her muscles tried to keep it out but were unsuccessful, and she felt it wag back and forth as it pushed through her sphincter.

He loved the tart little anus between her cheeks, but that would be another day. He went back to her pussy and finished her off. It didn’t take long, for she was already on the edge.

How can men control my pleasure like this? For the second time that day, she was going to cum. Her body bucked in the tight ropes, but that only inspired her lust more as she felt the helplessness of her situation. The juices exploded between her legs, and she closed her eyes so she wouldn’t see the shameless way she came all over his face and tongue. Every inch of her body convulsed in pleasure, even in her backside where his tongue had visited. It was as if those muscles were connected to the ones in her pussy. The pleasure washed over her body in waves, and Raleigh never pulled his face and tongue from between her legs until her body slumped in sheer exhaustion. She was drained of any energy. Even when he took the ropes off, she couldn’t move from the chair. She looked at Raleigh, still naked, but his cock was hard again. I can’t do it again. How can he get that way so quickly?





Chapter 10


Virgin No Longer




Emily hadn’t slept well since her parents’ departure, although she did have erotic thoughts that danced in her head. When she woke up the next morning, she found herself aroused. What have these men done to me? What will Raleigh do to me? She was torn on rushing home to the safety of her own house or staying here with Raleigh and see what other plans he had for her. Her house would be empty, but her pleasure would be fulfilled where she was.

She dressed for breakfast. She could smell the food in her room, and the night before had ignited a hunger in her. When she went downstairs, Raleigh was in the dining room sipping his coffee. He stood up when she entered.

“Good morning, Emily. You look radiate today. Yesterday seemed to have invigorated you,” he said boldly. His cock was invigorated also, already hard even before she entered.

“Thank you for the compliment.” But she was too ashamed to admit what they did to each other the day before. She had a hard time believing it herself.

“I thought we’d go for a ride in the city and you can see the sights from the carriage. It’s a magnificent city, and we can dine and shop. You’ll need some new clothes.” He’d sent word to pack up her things at home before the sale of the house, but he’d placed them in storage until he was sure of her decision. She’d choose either him and London or the auction block, although he wouldn’t tell her of the second alternative. He wanted her complete surrender. He didn’t want to worry about her running away.

He didn’t really ask her, but she would’ve said yes anyway. She liked what she saw of the city. It was so much more than the small town she lived in. Her thoughts were already toward moving to London permanently. She’d love to see what the shops had. She wanted to dress more in the style of Celia than Emily. “I would enjoy that.” But she had thoughts of what might happen after that. Raleigh was a demanding man and that scared her and excited her. She wanted to experience more of the pleasures of men and women. She’d defend her virginity, but she already knew she could get pleasure without losing that.

“It looks like it’s a beautiful day outside.” She sat down for breakfast, and the servants brought it out immediately. She ate less that day, not wanting to grow fat. She talked with Raleigh during breakfast, but she was glad he didn’t speak of what happened the day before. That was still difficult for her to do.

Raleigh eyed her appreciatively as they rode in the carriage, and Emily liked that. She never had any man take to her as he did. She felt bad that she was thankful that Celia wasn’t around sure that Raleigh would’ve taken a fancy more to her. Emily began to grow more comfortable with Raleigh.

They took a stroll along a row of shops after lunch. “Let’s go in here, Emily. It’s one of the finest dress shops in London.”

Emily was eager to change her wardrobe to please herself and also Raleigh. He loved Celia’s dress that Emily wore the day before. The shop inside was definitely French.

“It’s good to see you, Maître Nolan.”

“Madame Dupuis, it’s good to see you. Let me introduce you to Mademoiselle Emily. Emily, this is Madame Dupuis. She has the finest French clothing in London.”

“What a beautiful creature she is, Maître Nolan. You’re a lucky man.”

“Yes, I’m privileged. I’m hoping you might have something to flatter her perfect figure.”

“It will be a challenge, but I do have something that’ll accent it.”

They were led into another room, a private drawing room where Raleigh could see the dresses that Emily tried on. He sat in a chair while Madame Dupuis took Emily into the changing room. He was brought a cup of coffee as he waited.

For the next hour, Emily tried on the most beautiful dresses that she ever saw. They were made of the finest fabrics, tailored to fit her as if they were made from her measurements. Emily didn’t know how Madame Dupuis did it. Raleigh was a demanding critic, turning down some of the dresses even though Emily thought they were perfect. Before long, he’d approved six dresses, much more than Emily expected. She thought she was finished, but Madame Dupuis had taken exception to her drawers. Cecil only left one pair of silk drawers, so Emily was back to her cotton drawers.

“Try one of these, Mademoiselle Emily. They’ll not only look good, they’ll make you feel good. It’ll be as though you’ll have a man continually stroke your arousal when you wear them.”

Emily took off the dress and her cotton drawers. She put on the new one, and Madame Dupuis was correct. “I love them.”

“Good, but let’s get Maître Nolan’s approval. After all, the final decision should be the man that will see them.”

“We’re not… we’re not…” Emily didn’t know what her and Raleigh were or weren’t. “But someone might see me,” she tried to protest as Madame Dupuis grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the other room.

“Only Maître Nolan will see you, and I’m sure he’s seen you before.” Madame Dupuis felt Mademoiselle Emily stop fighting her. She brought her into the room and Maître Nolan looked up with a nodding look and a big smile on his face when he saw her.

Emily stood before him in only her drawers, her breasts naked for him to see, but she no longer felt shame or uncomfortable. No matter what she thought to herself, she couldn’t dispute the fact that he’d seen her in this way on more than one occasion. She bravely said to him, “Do you like them?”

Raleigh smiled at her question. She was coming around. By the next day, she’d be his. “I think they highlight your body well.”

Emily went back to the dressing room, not ashamed as she walked away half naked. Not even the gentle sway of her naked breasts embarrassed her, but she was sure that Raleigh watched them move with such interest.

“Try this on, Mademoiselle Emily.” She handed her a negligee.

Emily thought of protesting, but when she saw it, she couldn’t withstand the desire to see how it looked. She took off her drawers to wear it, in spite of the fact that the white negligee was transparent. She looked in the mirror before she showed Raleigh. He’d see everything, but he already saw it the night before up close and personal.

She stood in front of him, her legs slightly parted so he could see them beneath the negligee. The white fabric highlighted her large areolas, and Raleigh saw the unmistakable hardness of her pointed nipples. Between her legs, he saw her faint bush. “Turn, let me see that back,” he encouraged her.

She spun around in spite of the fact that he’s see everything of her backside, but she’d felt his tongue in such a place, so why not let his eyes see the same thing he tasted already. She stood there and waited for him to tell her to turn around.

“Turn toward me again, Emily, so I can get a picture of you permanently in my head.” He noticed that she spread her legs a little wider that time. He was sure that if he checked, he’d find her wet, maybe even drenched. “You are a ravenous and mysterious woman in that, Emily.”

She smiled as she walked over and swung her hips to exaggerate the sway of her buttocks. She loved the feeling of wetness between her legs. She’d boldly showed her near-naked body to him with no shame or embarrassment. She’d come a long way in the last few days. She was becoming a confident woman.

She was sure that the price of the clothes would come out of her inheritance, but she thanked Raleigh anyway. It was his approval that she’d sought.

They got back into the carriage after the horseman stored her packages. She didn’t know why, but she got two negligees, one virginal white and the other naughty black.

They arrived back at the house. Emily had a brandy with Raleigh while dinner was being prepared. The butler called them to the dining room. It was chicken, potatoes and corn, cooked to perfection, but once again, Emily sought not to eat all of it. She even passed on the dessert, although she did indulge in two glasses of wine.

“Take a nice hot bath then put on one of the new negligees, Emily. I’ll be waiting to see how it looks.”

It wasn’t a question or request. It was a demand. Yet, she stood up and went upstairs without question. She found that her bath was already drawn and waiting as if this was already determined without her input. She was drawn between acceptance and protest, but she couldn’t deny that the hot bath did look inviting after being out all day. And Raleigh did love to see her in the negligee, and she liked the way he looked at her in it. She was a desirable woman to him.

It felt good to soak in the bathtub, but she didn’t spend a lot of time in it. She feared that Raleigh might grow impatient with her. She toweled herself off and prepared. She finally put the negligee on. She admired the look that shot back from the mirror. She was less revealing in this negligee, the black one. She felt naughty, and it seemed to be the perfect one. The white virginal one was made too much of a statement that she wasn’t to be touched. She already grew damp with desire. The thought of cumming under the experienced hands of Raleigh already entered her mind, as well as what his tongue could accomplish. She was equally inspired to give Raleigh his pleasure, whether it be by her hand or her mouth.

She hoped the servants were gone when she walked out of her room, but Raleigh stood in the hallway. She couldn’t tell how long he’d waited. He wore a black robe, tied at his waist with slippers on his feet. “Was I too long?”

“Anytime away from you, Emily, is always an eternity. Come in haste now.”

He led her down the corridor and stopped to open a door. It was a bedroom. It was his bedroom and a large four-poster bed stood prominently in the center of it. It was high up and covered in a blue silk bedspread with matching pillows across the top. It was a man’s bedroom, not a lot of frilly items around it. There was a bathroom connected to it, but it looked much bigger than the one in Emily’s room.

“Welcome to my bedroom.”

The word bedroom sent shivers through her body. “I don’t think I should be here,” she blurted out without thinking.

“This is exactly where you should be and you want to be.” He’d make her mind up for her. His cock was rock hard, and he wouldn’t be denied his right to her body. She was his share of the fortune that her uncle had fleeced from the twin sisters.

“Lie on the bed.” He urged her over to the bed and pushed her until she sprawled out on the bed. She tried to regain her balance, but she tumbled onto the bed and he was next to her in seconds. “Relax, Emily. You saw the pleasure you can receive.”

She was surprised when he kissed her. Even though he’d seen her naked and they both got pleasure from each other, it was never anything romantic, at least as far as Emily was concerned. She thought of him as handsome and desirable, but love never entered into that equation. Yet, she couldn’t stop him as his lips pressed against hers. They weren’t hard and demanding but soft and gentle, at least at first. It was the first time that she was kissed by a man. He pulled her onto her side, and their bodies meshed as he held her close. There was no doubt of the hardness of his prick that pushed up against her pussy.

Her soft lips felt good against his, but it was her near-naked body pressed up against his that enraged his lust. He wanted to rip their clothes off, climb on top of her and take her innocence with a quick thrust of his cock. Yet, he struggled to keep his lust in check until he could take her slowly. He pushed his tongue between her lips and found it was met by her tongue. He remembered it well when it washed across his cock the night before. Their tongues rubbed over each other as he found her responsive. He still couldn’t stop from moving his hips slowly back and forth so his cock received the delightful rubbing against her pussy. He was sure that it inspired her to grow wet.

She should stop it, but she couldn’t. She felt her hard nipples rub into his chest and swell in pleasure as the blood raced to the tips, but it was the way his prick rubbed up and down her slit that drove her arousal higher. She felt the throbbing member force its way between her lips until they curled around it like a soft blanket. It was as if his prick was destined to be there. She kissed him back with an unfamiliar passion and allowed her tongue to intertwine with his. She never expected this with Raleigh, although she should’ve after what they shared. It was inevitable.

He broke the kiss, but his mouth went to her neck to linger and kiss the soft skin. She turned her head to the side as if she allowed him at her neck like a wounded animal surrendering to its prey. His hands joined in. They slid up her side and soon found a firm breast to caress. He outlined the luscious flesh with his fingers and teased around her hard nipples until he forced her to arch her back and push her breast harder into his waiting hand to receive his touch on her nipple. Only then did he take possession of it with his fingers. He was gentle at first, but she drove her breast harder against his hand, so he gripped her nipple between two fingers and tightened. He twisted her nipple without lessening the grip on it to force it to become gnarled.

His hands explored her breasts, but it was her nipples that sought out the touch of his demanding hands. He pinched and twisted, sometimes too hard, but that is what she desired. What should be pain turned to pleasure quickly, and her nipples swelled bigger as if to give him something more to grip onto.

Raleigh couldn’t wait any longer, eager to feel her arousal. His hand slid down her leg, and he pulled the negligee up when it returned to move up, but now, it sought out the soft, sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. His large hand forced her legs to spread, but she did it obediently. It took him seconds before his fingers brushed over the soft hairs of her bush, but he didn’t touch her pussy, not yet. He pulled the negligee up over her mound, but he didn’t stop there. He pulled it all the way up. Emily aided him as he pulled it over her head. It lay on the bed next to her as she lay naked before him.

He quickly stripped off her negligee, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. She was beyond reason, her body sent to a peak of pleasure from his hands, and now, they returned to explore her naked body. His hand was between her slightly parted legs, and she made no attempt to clench her thighs to protect her virginal pussy. His fingers found her wetness with ease, and he’d see her lie if she tried to protest what he did.

He explored her pussy with his fingers. She was wet, really wet, and his fingers only incited more. He pushed her lips apart, and his finger rode up and down. Her hips began to move, first slowly, as if he wouldn’t notice, but then, she moved more urgently. His finger went to the top of her slit as he sought out her pleasure button. It didn’t take much to make it swell when his fingertip rubbed back and forth over the very tip of it to tease it to greatness. His finger slid down her slit, but he stopped when it got to her tight hole. He probed tenderly with his fingers. He felt her muscles clench tightly when the tip of his finger began to enter her. “Spread your legs, Emily!”

He demanded it and she obeyed. Her legs spread, and his finger moved urgently inside her pussy. It felt like a tiny prick moving inside her. Will he tear my hymen with his finger accidently in his lust?

“Release my cock, Emily. I want to feel your touch on it while I stroke you.” There was no objection from her as she undid the tie of his bathrobe. She pulled it open and his hard cock was freed, but her hand quickly took possession of it. Her fingers could barely curl around the shaft, but they dug in hard to quell the uncontrollable contractions of his throbbing cock.

She had his monster in her hand as she tried to tame it. Her fingers held the shaft tight, but then, she began to move her hand up and down the shaft. She looked down to see it, and she was rewarded with a sparkling drop of his essence that squeezed out the very tip. His finger continued to play inside her pussy, and her pussy wet his finger profusely the more it moved inside her.

Her soft hand felt good when she firmly gripped his cock. She didn’t try to hold it gently as some women did, she gripped it with authority. She began to stroke it with such skill, as though she did this for years, not days. He couldn’t stop his cock from shooting out prematurely. “AAAHH!” He was shocked when her other hand reached between his legs and grabbed his balls, rather hard, but that did little to quench the pleasurable feeling. Her fingers moved around to chase his errant balls, all while she stroked his cock. Ordinarily, he’d let her continue and they could both cum while being mutually masturbated but not this night. He had other plans. “Spread your legs wider.”

It became a common call, yet she did it without reservation. She didn’t know why until he moved. Her hand couldn’t keep around his prick as he climbed between her legs. He was poised over her and his prick jerked and shuddered as it rubbed against her. “No, I’m a virgin, no,” she cried out in protest at his intentions.

“Grab my cock again, Emily.” He waited until she did it, sure that she hoped to rub it to make him cum and save her virginity. “Now put it in your pussy. I’m going to fuck you and make you a woman.” He gave her a second to contemplate her fate. That was long enough. “Do it, Emily, now!” His voice rose up in intensity and loudness as he demanded her complete obedience.

Her legs were spread wide and he was between them. His prick was poised over her pussy, but it was her hand that guided it there. She knew that if she didn’t do it, he would. She had no doubt of that. She’d no longer be a virgin no matter what, that would be the outcome. She found herself arching up her pussy from the bed until the head of his prick sought out her virginal opening. She twisted her hips from side to side as the smooth head of his prick sought entrance, but it was her hand that kept it still. Her pussy had to open wider than it ever had, not even the doctor’s or Raleigh’s fingers had been that thick. His cock was big and she was too small, yet her hand never deserted his prick. “Slowly,” Emily surrendered.

“Of course. Take more of it inside.” It felt like the very tip of his cock was caught in the tightest of vises, but this one was alive. He pushed slowly and deliberately until he felt the head of his cock meet the resistance.

“OOOHHH!” She knew his prick could enter no deeper unless she was no longer a virgin. She braced for what she knew would be a painful tearing. Raleigh could wait no longer. She felt him push with his hips, but her hand never left his prick as she guided it inside her. It tore into her, and she felt the wetness that could only be her virginal blood. “OOOOWW!” The pain was intense, but then, she felt his prick fill her like nothing she ever felt before. His fingers paled in comparison to his prick. It came alive inside her even though it was only the head. It jerked and shuddered, but her tightness kept it controlled.

“That’s over with, Emily. Now, enjoy the pleasure my cock will bring you.” He leaned over and kissed her once again, but his hips began to move as he drove his cock in deeper with each thrust.

He kissed her, but all her thoughts were between her legs. His cock took control of her. She felt it pull back the slightest bit, but then, it moved back inside, but his thrust was harder and his prick went deeper. It surged inside her to stretch her with his massive girth. She finally had to release her hands grip on his prick when it went in deeper. Now, he began to thrust more rapidly. His prick ravaged her pussy, but she began to feel the pleasure of having a man between her legs.

She soon began to thrust with him, and it didn’t take her long to realize that she had muscles inside that could grip his cock. “Yes, work with me, Emily, fuck back so we’ll both get pleasure.” He made sure that his cock rubbed her in all the right places.

His hands went under her naked buttocks and pulled her up so she had to take the full measure of his prick with each thrust. She couldn’t take all of his prick inside her pussy, but she took enough to drive his pleasure. No longer a virgin, she took to having a prick inside her with ease. It felt good, and she couldn’t wait to cum. Will it be as explosive as yesterday when the men made me cum by their fingers or when Raleigh made me cum with his tongue?

“Are you ready to cum with me, Emily? I’m going to bathe your once-virgin pussy with my seed, and I want you to expend with me.” His hand slid down to make sure that she would. It wasn’t difficult to find her pleasure button. He’d never seen it so big and hard. It was easy to rub it, and her hips moved faster in response.

She pulled closer to Raleigh as their naked bodies meshed, with his prick inside her pussy as though it made them whole. She felt his prick expand her more, and she knew it was time. She used all her energy to grip and clench on his prick as he rode her. It was a minute later that she felt the first jet of cum explode inside her pussy like a volcano. Raleigh made sure she joined him. His finger gripped her pleasure button in a tight grip and twisted it until the pleasure ripped through her body like lightning. Every pore in her body exploded as Raleigh continued to spew his cum inside her pussy. The spasms of her pussy on his cock made her flood his prick with her own juices as though she were a man. I never knew that a woman could cum so profusely or was it that Raleigh was that good to inspire my lust?

Raleigh never came that turbulently as he did with Emily, although it had been a decade since he had a virgin. She might have been a virgin when they started, but she fucked like a whore by the time he came. Her insides clenched on his cock to wring the cum from his balls. She was so hot and tight around his cock as he flooded her with his cum. He finally pulled out of her pussy reluctantly and lay on the bed next to her as they both struggled to get their breathing to return to normal.

The room was silent for a long time except for their labored breathing. Emily needed to get back to her room so she could process all that had happened. She never expected to give up her innocence before her wedding day, but lately, there were a lot of things she never expected to do, some of them she never imagined existed. She began to get out of bed.

“Stay here tonight.”

Again, it wasn’t a question but a demand. She picked up her negligee to put it on. She would stay as he requested.

“You don’t need the negligee.” He pulled her next to him, their naked bodies entwined. It was the first time she ever slept in a man’s bed. She could feel him press up against her, and there was no doubt that his prick never shrunk down. It took her a while before she slept. Such visions and questions danced in her head, but the long day finally took a toll on her, and she fell asleep.

Emily felt something, not sure if it was an erotic dream that woke her. She could feel a prick go inside her, something that wouldn’t have been possible only a day ago. She didn’t face Raleigh, but his hands were around her waist and they crept up to cradle her breasts, but there was no mistaking that his hard prick was inside her, but it was so much different this time. He was behind her, and it felt as though he was in her deeper if that was possible. His thick hairs rubbed against her buttocks, and his abdomen slapped against her cheeks with each powerful thrust. His hands moved down between her legs, and the minute they touched her pussy, she pushed back only to receive his thrust harder and deeper. It was as though he tried to drive it through her body.

It was the middle of the night when Raleigh’s cock woke him up. It didn’t take him long to arrange Emily with her ass thrust out. She never woke up even as he pushed his cock into her pussy. She was still wet, not sure if it was his or her juices, but he cared little as he entered her. It took four strokes inside her to stir her, but there was no protest. Her pussy began to clench on his cock. He knew he’d last longer this time, so he enjoyed the pleasure her hot, tight pussy afforded him.

It was as though he trained her to cum on command. His prick and his hands knew just what to do to inspire her lust and her ultimate climax. Even woken from a deep sleep did little to dampen her enthusiasm or pleasure. He took her hard and long until she came again. He never pulled out of her pussy, even as he began to sleep. Emily didn’t do anything either, content to go back to sleep with a prick inside her.

It was more difficult in the morning for Raleigh, but he managed to do it before she woke. The sun was already coming up in the sky and the room was bright with its rays. His cock was insatiable, hard as though he hadn’t cum in days or weeks, not hours. It had slipped out of her pussy, but that wasn’t where he wanted it to go.

He arranged Emily on her back, her legs spread wide, naked for him to see her all, but he kneeled over her head. He looked down at her closed eyes and her full breasts heaving as she breathed, but it was her mouth that wanted his attention. He pressed his cock up against her lips and then put a finger in the corner of her mouth gently. He peeled her lips apart just enough so he could get the very tip of his cock inside. That was all that was needed. Once her lips were around his cock, he began to push with his hips and penetrate her mouth with more of his cock. Soon, she had the head inside, but Raleigh was eager when he felt her lips around his cock and her hot breath encased it. He began to fuck her mouth, eager for her to wake up and he could enjoy her tongue. He stared into her closed eyes until they began to open.

There was something in her mouth, and she didn’t know what. Her hands reached up before her eyes opened, and she felt Raleigh near her head, but it was his prick that split her lips and penetrated her mouth. She could do nothing but accept her fate. When she opened her eyes, she saw him lean over her with a smile on his face and his prick inside her mouth.

“Good morning, Emily. I thought you might like something in your mouth to wake you up. I know I wanted that. Suck my cock. Let me feel your tongue bring me the pleasure that it did before.” He didn’t do anything as he waited for her to perform.

She did as he desired, and Emily soon found herself performing on his prick as though it was second nature. Her head began to move as Raleigh stayed still so her lips could slide up and down the shaft. She knew her breakfast would be mouthfuls of his seed, but that was the only outcome that was possible. Her tongue licked and her teeth nibbled around the ridge on the head to make him shoot prematurely in her mouth. She grimaced at the foul taste, still not accustomed to the thick crème and not sure she would ever enjoy its taste.

He didn’t shove his cock down her throat, although she did gag a few times on his cock, but it was she that controlled the depth. He lasted fifteen minutes before he came, not only in her mouth, but he also came partly on her face to blanket her lips with his cum. He scooped up the cum on her face and pushed it into her mouth and made her lick his fingers. Then, he pushed his cock back into her mouth so her tongue could wash it down. “Thank you, Emily, for sucking my cock.”

It was strange to hear those words, but the taste in her mouth confirmed that fact of what she’d done. Her life had certainly changed.





Chapter 11


Bound in Ropes




Emily and Raleigh spent every day together. He showed her all of London, and it was a big city. She began to meet some of his friends. They were nice like he was, although they were older, as he was. She started to meet some of their wives, and it surprised her that all of them were young, just as Emily was. She wondered if they were innocent when the men met them.

Raleigh taught her a lot already, but she found there was much more for her to learn. No longer innocent and fearful of protecting her virginity, she took to all that he could teach her about the pleasure of men and women. Raleigh had an insatiable sexual appetite. Even at Emily’s young age, she found she had a difficult time keeping up with his demands, but she also found he made sure that she got her pleasure as well as his. There was only rare times that she didn’t get her pleasure, mostly in the morning when he required her to take him in her mouth and relieve his nighttime erection. She slept in his bed every night, so she’d be at his sexual beck and call.

Something new was added within three weeks. She no longer thought of going home to an empty house. There was no word from Celia, and Emily thought that it would be a long time before she might come to her senses. Without any money, Emily expected that Celia had help from someone back home, most likely Miller, but she never mentioned it to Raleigh. If that was the life that Celia wanted, she wouldn’t stand in her way.

“I have a surprise for you tonight, Emily.”

Emily had learned that a surprise came in many forms, some of them sexual, although she couldn’t fathom what else he could teach her. He’d taken her virginity and her mouth. She used her hands to stroke his prick. She was stripped naked and inspected intimately. What else could be new? She couldn’t deny that she enjoyed the pleasures he gave her. She never expected to be attracted to an older man, yet here she was in his bed every night and with him every day. She’d given up everything to be with him, and he was appreciative. If this was love, then she was in love with him.

He led her into the bedroom, but the bed was laid out differently. It was no longer pushed against the wall, so it sat in the center of the room. Then, her eyes caught the posts in each corner of the bed. They were different. At the bottom of each post was a leather strap wrapped securely around the post, but there were long, leather straps that hung off the ends, and secured to each one was a leather strap with a shiny buckle on it. There was only one reason for them.

“Take off your negligee and lay in the center of the bed.”

She looked at him, and he had a smirk on his face with an evil glint in his eyes. I did everything he asked of me, why does he need to tie me to the bed? Yet, she was compelled to do as he demanded. It took seconds to take off the negligee, and she stretched out in the center of the bed. She kept her legs together, but she knew from the straps that it wouldn’t be that way for long. She was nervous to be bound and helpless, but that also made it dangerous and exciting, something the old Emily would never agree to, but the new Emily took to.

Raleigh also stripped his clothes off so he could be naked with his cock out in front of him. It throbbed in anticipation. He began with her wrists. He pulled one arm up high to the corner of the bed and reached out with the leather strap until he could secure her wrist with the buckle. He pulled the slack out of the leather strap until her arm was drawn taut. He moved to the other side of the bed and looked down at Emily as she gazed at him as he passed by. His cock jerked in pleasure when he saw the fear in her eyes. Being bound often provided that fear. He grabbed her other wrist. She let her arm go limp, and he didn’t have to work hard to secure her other wrist and draw them tight. He looked down, her arms stretched like the top of an X with her muscles drawn taut.

He went to the foot of the bed. He grabbed her ankle, but his eyes were between her legs as he pulled her leg to one side. He secured her ankle with the buckle, but he didn’t draw her leg wide to the side. He went to the other side and pulled her other leg and secured the buckle. Her legs were spread but not acutely. Now, he began to pull one leg wider to the corner of the bed. He went from one side to the next, spreading her wider and wider until he finally got a groan from her. Her crotch was opened up lewdly, her toes pointed and the muscles in her thighs taut.

Emily never felt so helpless before. Her body was stretched until she thought her muscles would burst, but it was her crotch that she worried about. It was as if he tried to split her up the middle. What will he do to me that he needs me spread like this? Yet, she didn’t say a word of protest.

Raleigh didn’t let her see what he put on the bed next to her. He reached over and began to cup her large, firm breasts gently as he began to squeeze them, but he turned his attention to tweaking her nipples. In spite of her fear, they offered up their hardness. He played with the twin tips with two fingers of each hand. He tugged on both of her nipples and then ran the edge of his fingernail over the sensitive, swollen tip.

It felt like he took a knife to her nipples. The intense pain shot to the depths of her breasts, but that didn’t stop her nipples from being hard and easy targets for his fingers. He pinched the swollen tips, and in spite of the sharp pain, she bit her lip as she endured. Then, she saw it, not sure what it was, but it was evil looking. It was shiny metal and looked like some type of clamp, but the jaws were lined with tiny teeth. It had a screw that connected the two jaws that allowed it to be tightened. The clamp was impersonal and would crush anything between its jaws without regard.

Emily could only watch in horror as Raleigh carefully opened the jaws of the clamp until he could put it around one of her nipples. He began to close the jaws slowly, and the minute the cold metal clamp touched her nipple, it forced it to swell and get trapped between the jaws. He didn’t stop until her nipple felt like the tip would explode, the blood trapped in the very tip. He moved to the other side and he had another clamp. When he was finished, Emily could feel her heartbeat in her throbbing nipples. The pain began to grow, and when his hand released them, the heavy metal clamps dragged her nipples to the sides. Her beautiful nipples were misshapen. She looked as Raleigh stroked his prick with a look of pure pleasure on his face. He enjoyed seeing her extreme discomfort.

Raleigh went to the dresser and took out the leather strap. It was sturdy, two inches wide of thick leather. It showed its age, stained from fluids that dried on it. It had a small handle that would fit a hand that would grip it. He was good with it, able to find the exact spots he aimed for.

“What are you going to do with that?” Emily finally got the nerve to ask, but she saw his gaze. “No, not there, a woman is delicate there,” she cried out in protest as he stared between her legs.

He flicked the strap without as much as an answer to her question. It flew through the air and made contact with the edge of one of her pussy lips with a resounding slap.

“SSSNNAAP!”

It sounded like a bullet, but it took a second before she felt it, and then, it was acute. Luckily, it hit the fleshy part of her lips, but that didn’t mean it didn’t sting.

“SSSNNAAP!”

He aimed for the other lip and caught it to smash it hard into her bone. He loved the sound of the strap as it hit tender flesh.

She tasted blood as she bit her lip, but except for a tiny yelp, she didn’t cry out. She didn’t want to give him that satisfaction. She saw his face light up, and then, the strap flew through the air. She could hear it whistle, and then, the familiar sound as it hit flesh rang out in the room.

“SSMMACCKK!”

It was a different sound this time. It was leather hitting wet, soft flesh that rang out. Emily’s body jerked, but she couldn’t move an inch. Her pussy took the full brunt of the blow. The harsh leather strap hit her slit and shoved aside her lips so that the leather strap could attack her inner lips like a swarm of bees stinging her flesh.

“EEEEHHH!” She couldn’t stop the cry that came from her lips.

Raleigh slapped her pussy with the strap once again in the same spot, but this time, he got a different result. When the strap hit her flesh, he could see fine beads of wetness fly off. When he pulled the strap away, the end of it glistened. Her pussy lips had engulfed it, and it showed her shameful wetness.

She didn’t cry out this time. It was as though she grew used to it, although she didn’t know how or why. It stung terribly, yet she felt something much different. It couldn’t be true, but he waved the wet leather strap in her face so she’d be confronted with the truth. It was wet with her juices. This wasn’t what she’d consider normal pleasure. He whipped her, and he crushed her nipples, yet her body responded in such a degrading way. She didn’t want to inspire him to do this, but her body betrayed her.

Raleigh stroked his cock with one hand and worked her over with the strap in the other hand. She squirmed, but that is all she could do as he worked over every inch of her pussy from the bottom of her slit to the top. He worked diligently on the top of her slit. He slapped harder to coax her pleasure button out of hiding so he could attack it with the leather strap. He found success when he heard her high shrill. The strap struck her pleasure button. She couldn’t escape as the strap pushed it into her pelvic bone to trap it between the two.

“AAAAWWWWW!” It felt like her pleasure button was crushed. The pain exploded, but the strap was back once again to repeat its performance. Four times he struck her there until the pain mixed with pleasure and she couldn’t tell the difference. Her juices began to flow freely.

Raleigh was pleased with her performance, but he needed his pleasure, and that night, he had different ideas of how to get that. He began to take off the clamps from her nipples. She might think that it would be a relief, but her shrill cry when the blood rushed to the tips with such painful consequences told him otherwise. She begged him to leave the other one on, but he refused. He took it off her nipple as his fingers squeezed her nipple until the pain subsided. That did little to ease the pain.

It looked as though he was finished when he took the straps off her legs and arms, yet his cock still jutted out, and she was aroused but unfulfilled. This wasn’t like him to leave either of them in this state.

“Lay on your belly, Emily.”

Is he going to whip my buttocks now? She didn’t know how to respond to this. She found some comfort when her buttocks were spanked, but she wasn’t sure that a strap would elicit the same pleasures. Yet, she turned over and willingly spread her arms to the sides as well as her legs, even though she knew that the view from behind would be shameful. She tried to squeeze her buttocks, but the wide spread of her legs left little to the imagination. She could feel the air blow on her exposed anus.

He tied her arms first, and when he was satisfied, he moved to her legs, but he put a bolster under her hips to make sure her ass rose up submissively. He tied her legs as wide as he could. She groaned but didn’t protest. She was still naïve of his intentions.

Now, her anus was the highest point of her body and her cheeks could do little to hide the shameful hole from his eyes. She didn’t know why he wanted her this way, but she expected to be taken from behind, which he often did when he woke up randy in the middle of the night. She liked that position because it allowed him to go deeper inside her. His prick filled her so well that way, and it left his hands free to caress her pussy and make her cum with him.

Raleigh went to the other side from where she faced so he could prepare without alerting her of his intentions. He took the lubricant and applied it liberally to his cock. It glistened in the light when he was finished, but it was harder and longer than it had been. It had to be a decade since he had an anal virgin. He’d be the first one in her tight hole, and he’d stretch her to accept the length and girth of his cock.

It felt good when Raleigh climbed on the bed between her legs. The tight straps and the spread of her body added to the excitement. What will it feel like to have a prick inside me while bound and spread? Her pussy was already soaked in anticipation. Raleigh would see where she stained his bed when he finished with her.

Emily tried to turn her head when she felt something that she couldn’t believe. Yes, Raleigh had licked her back there and she thought that was degrading and disgusting, yet she felt something strange and unfamiliar, but this was something else again. It was his prick, and it nestled between her wide-stretched buttocks. She expected to be fucked from behind but not there. Why would any man want to put his prick in such a dirty place when I have a nice pussy that is built for it? There was no mistaking his intentions. The head of his prick felt wet and slippery as it slid between her cheeks. “NO, what are you doing?” She protested when the slippery head of his prick probed her pulsating anus.

He didn’t answer her, no need to. Bound with her ass thrust in submission, she could do nothing to stop him from taking possession of her ass. He continued to press forward and claim his prize.

She struggled, but it did no good. She felt her anal ring forced to open under the onslaught of his prick. She had fingers and a tongue in the tiny hole, but his prick was big and formidable. It would never fit without tearing her. She squealed when he had success. Her anal ring burned as it opened too wide, but then, her body submitted. Her muscles couldn’t defend the opening, and her anal ring gave way as the head of his prick popped through her resisting sphincter and slipped into her rectum. It felt like a giant rock stretched her insides. Raleigh flexed his prick, and it pushed hard against the muscles in her rectum.

Raleigh savored the warmth of her tight hole and her resisting muscles that rippled over his cock when he pushed into the depths of her ass hole. He pressed forward urgently. It was as if the head of his cock was crushed inside her, so he sought to push more of his cock inside her.

“No, not there… slowly… no deeper… stop!”

Her pleas only inspired his lust to continue. He began to pull his cock back and watch as her anal ring gripped the smooth, slick head so tightly. It stretched her ring backward until it looked like it would escape. He pushed forward once again and heard her cries and bated breath when his cock took her ass hole.

“No… no more… take it out… oh, God, nooooo!”

He began to draw his prick back and forth, as his thick cock slowly took her ass hole while Emily cried desperately. She could do nothing, bound and spread, but take his cock up her ass and give him his pleasure. More and more of his cock was pushed into her ass hole. Her internal muscles milked his cock in a desperate attempt to push his cock out, but it only provided him the pleasure he sought from this act of sodomy.

Emily felt the painful stretching as his long prick filled her. Unlike her pussy that could only take part of his long cock, her backside would accommodate every bit of it but not without painful consequences. It was uncomfortable as it journeyed to the depths of her bowels. Her elastic walls stretched to the breaking, but he continued to drive in without fearful results. She felt his prick stretch and stab inside her. She’d cried out in despair, but it made little difference to Raleigh. All he cared about was his pleasure. The withdrawal of his prick was as intense as when the thickness of his prick stretched her when he shoved in. Each time he drove in deeper. Her stomach cramped when he shoved in too deep, but that didn’t deter him. Her clenching muscles rippled along his prick, not to push him out but to give him pleasure, or at least that is what he felt.

He buried every bit of his cock inside her. He flexed it inside to show Emily the power he had over her. He yanked his cock out, but then, his hips bucked forward once again to impale her with the full measure of his cock.

It took her breath away when he shoved in so hard that her insides were forced to stretch to accept the girth of his prick. It was as if he sucked out her insides on the withdrawal, but he never gave her relief. He’d pull out until the very last moment before it would escape and reversed course and shoved back in with such intensity.

“NNNgg, nnnooo, aaaaahh,” her cries were unintelligible, but she felt something different now. She’d grown accustomed to the long, thick prick that filled her backside. Like before, she found that she felt something akin to pleasure when his prick heated up her insides. Her muscles rippled on his prick, but her pussy muscles sought out a prick to grip with the same intensity. His hard thrusts and constant stimulations through her anal ring and inside her rectum gave her a different heat.

Raleigh could see the beginning of a change in here. She took his thrusts, and her insides clenched on his cock. His hand slipped beneath her, and two fingers found her pussy and shoved in hard and deep. It drove her ass up higher from the sudden impalement. He began to finger her pussy in sync with his cock in her ass hole. He could almost feel his cock through the thin walls that separated her pussy and her intestines. His other hand found her pleasure button, but he treated it harshly to make her insides clench on his cock and fingers. He never had an anal virgin take so quickly to having a cock up her ass hole as Emily did. Her pleas and cries turned to something different.

His hands were what she needed. His prick went from giving her pain to giving her pleasure. Even as hard as he took her, it only made it better. She was bound for him, and she could do nothing but give him the pleasure he sought. But, she hoped to get hers at the same time in this most degrading way.

“Yesss, harder, faster, take meeee!” He worked her into a frenzy with his hands and her backside muscles worked his prick over with the same intensity. His prick moved with such speed and determination as it rode up and down her guts.

Raleigh’s muscles grew taut when he drove one last time inside her. He bottomed out, and then, he grunted when he spewed deep inside her bowels. He heard Emily cry out in pleasure as she came on his hands. Her bowels felt like a velvet glove around his cock as she milked every drop of cum from his balls. He spurted repeatedly inside her, and her internal muscles responded to grip his cock. He could feel her body spasm from pleasure as they both came. The smell of sweat and cum filled the room. Raleigh stayed still inside her bowels for a long time. It was only when her inner muscles began to push him out that his cock began to slip out, but it was pure pleasure as her muscles squeezed him. He was almost hard once again by the time his cock popped out. He looked at her swollen anus as it sought to close but not before his milky cum slowly dribbled out.





Chapter 12


Bondage Club




It had been a month since Wiley’s father gave him Sinemis for a birthday present. Wiley had acquired a lot of knowledge and experience since that time. Sinemis also had acquired a lot of experience. His father was called back to England, but Wiley didn’t want to go. He managed to convince him to stay as long as he went out with the guards that were provided. His father only took Sinemis the first night, but since that time, she was all his.

Sinemis settled into her new life. She had no choice in the matter. She was in a dangerous and strange land that wouldn’t take kindly to her. Wiley and his father were rich and powerful. No one would listen to her and believe what she said. She was destined to this life that she didn’t understand, but she knew what she had to do to survive. She couldn’t deny that she did get pleasure from what Wiley did to her. She was always adventurous, but she never expected this to happen to her.

She had the run of the house, although the servants always had an eye on her, or at least it looked that way to Sinemis. Wiley had talked of letting her see Istanbul, but so far, she’d been confined to the house.

Now, Wiley sought to seek out the darker side of sex on the outside. He had a lead where he could find what he was looking for. That day, he’d take Sinemis into Istanbul.

Sinemis was given a beautiful dress to wear, not expecting it. Wiley said they’d go into Istanbul, but she thought she’d have to wear long robes and cover her face not to stickout in the city.

“I want them all to see what they’re missing,” Wiley responded when she asked the question. He didn’t tell her that the place he’d bring her to was mostly patronized by Englishmen, not the locals.

Sinemis was enthralled by what she saw outside. It was nothing like the modern city of London. The streets were winding and exotic, with strange shops that she didn’t understand what they sold, unable to read the signs on them. There were stands on the dirty streets with open fires where they cooked the strange-smelling food. They were near the harbor, the shrill of sea gulls above and the smell of fish permeated the air. There were at least a hundred ships of every size tied up to the docks with sailors of all different nationalities darting in and out of the ships.

She saw men that looked like locals dressed in black baggy trousers with dirty beaded vests, but the women wore full-length dark robes, and they were hooded, with veils across the lower part of their faces so only their eyes were revealed. The men worked near the docks fixing nets and sails, but it was the women that were burdened under heavy loads strapped to their backs. Their hunched-over bodies made them look like evil witches. Wiley was with her along with two men as bodyguards, but that didn’t stop the men from staring at her. To the locals, no part of a woman’s body should be exposed. What she wore was appalling to the women, angry at what she wore, but it was the men that lusted after her. It wasn’t just the young, virile men, but the older men were more lecherous. She saw a man with a turban on his head, hunched over, and he looked to be eighty years old, but he smiled at her with an evil grin, toothless in the front. The women crossed the dirty streets in order to avert their eyes from her as she walked by.

There was a slight breeze off the ocean as they walked along the shops, but then, they passed into an older section of town, very little stores except for a few shops that served food and drink. Dirty blankets covered the doors to give those inside the privacy they sought. Wiley walked as though he knew where he was going and that scared Sinemis.

They stopped in front of a well-kept building, out of place among the other buildings. Even the sidewalk was clean. There were two men that guarded the entrance, the first place she saw that had a door.

Wiley walked up while Sinemis stood behind with the two guards. She didn’t hear what they said, but they spoke English. When they finished, Wiley slipped some money into one man’s hand as the other opened the door. Sinemis could hear men’s voices inside along with the sounds of music but not English music. It was a strange chant, almost exotic.

“Come in. This is what I seek.” Wiley looked at the dim room. It had a dozen tables and almost all were filled, yet it wasn’t even lunchtime. Most of the men at the tables were English, all men of breeding and character. There was no riff-raff among them. This was not the place for English sailors or thieves. “Sit,” Wiley told her as he walked off.

Sinemis sat down, but the two guards stood near the door, out of the way of the others. She saw Wiley walk to the other side of the room where he met a very large man. He wasn’t English. He was naked from the waist up. His body was wiry, and his chest and arms were ropes of pulsating muscles that rippled with every movement. His hair was jet black, wiry and thick that hung halfway down his back. She could barely see his face, only the outline of a giant of man. Wiley looked like a child next to him. They began to talk, but Sinemis’s attention was drawn to the stage.

A fragile, young girl came on the stage, light brown skin with dark hair pulled behind to keep it out of her face. She had a nubile body that began to move with the music. Sinemis saw three musicians in the corner playing strange stringed instruments and a small drum. The girl wore pants that were almost transparent and a tiny transparent wrap around her smallish breasts. It left little to the imagination, as the men began to whistle and clap with the music. Sinemis didn’t know a body could move in such a way. It was as if none of the parts of her body were connected, although they flowed together. Her hips revolved exotically as her feet danced frantically on the floor. It was as though she made love to the men that watched her.

Sinemis couldn’t keep her eyes off her. She began a slow strip tease to the growing chant of the men. The top was flung wildly to the floor, and her small breasts shook as her shoulders moved. Her hands went over her gyrating belly, but her fingers slid into the pants. It took only a second before she pushed them down and kicked them away with such skill. She stood there naked, her light brown skin highlighted by the dark areolas of her breasts and the black thatch of her bush. The men’s cries were deafening, and it brought the girl to her knees. Then, she contorted her body as she bent backward with her legs spread wide. She ground her hips as she teased the hunger in the men’s eyes that gazed at all she had to offer. She grabbed her clothes and ran off behind the stage. All eyes turned to Sinemis, as she was the only woman in the room now.

Emil saw her as he talked to the Englishman, Wiley. He knew of his father as he frequented the establishment quite often. He was a man of few morals and many dark desires. His son was a shadow of his father, but he sought out the same things. The establishment was for the Englishmen that graced his city, and Emil made sure that they could find anything they desired, no matter how dark and degrading. It was difficult to find white women to display to the Englishmen, for that is what they sought above all else. Now, he was being given one to do as he pleased in exchange for instructions on how Wiley might get dark pleasures from her. Wiley would join Emil, but so would the audience. Emil would have many happy customers from this endeavor. Yet, Emil saw that he had the advantage, so he took it. Wiley was easy, and money soon changed hands. A substantial amount of money and the use of this fine creatures many nights in the future. She’d make Emil a rich man.

Emil clicked his fingers to the man next to him. He rushed behind the stage, and in minutes, a low, wide bed was placed conveniently in the center of the stage. Emil and Wiley went on the stage. “Join me, Sinemis.”

“Do anything that he asks as if his words were mine,” Wiley instructed her.

She saw all eyes on her as she went on the stage. She knew the bed was for her. Many men had seen her at the auction and at the doctor’s, but this would be different. She feared that she’d have to take on many men. She stood trembling before the large man.

“I’m Emil and my word is law. Take off your clothes, Sinemis. Let us see that lovely body that we’ll possess.”

Sinemis knew better than to disappoint, so she quickly began to undress. At the same time, Emil and Wiley did too, but her eyes were on Emil, not Wiley. She feared the huge bulge in his pants. By the time she was naked, Emil had freed his prick from his pants. The shaft quickly grew until it jutted out at an angle, bouncing up and down from the powerful contractions. The brown prick throbbed with pulsating blood through the veins that looked like vines that grew up a tree. It had to be twice the length of her hand and thick enough so she wouldn’t be able to get her fingers around it. It was inhuman.

Emil saw the gentle sway of her breasts as his eyes devoured her flesh. His eyes were drawn to her bald pussy. Naked, she was everything he expected. He grabbed her by the back of her neck.

His calloused hands grabbed her. She’d seen eyes like that before, sex-crazed. She feared what his prick would do to her soft flesh. Yet, she knew she had to do whatever he commanded if she were to survive.

“Are you frightened of me, Sinemis?” Emil snarled at her.

“Yes,” she stammered in fear.

“It is good to be frightened of me. I’m going to show you the darkest of worlds.” Emil pulled her next to him, and his mouth crushed hers as his strong tongue invaded the deep recesses of her mouth. He moved his hips until his cock rubbed along her slit. He flexed it to show her his power.

His tongue was huge as it filled her mouth, but it was the prick that rubbed up against her pussy that she feared the most. It was the size of a baby’s arm but hard as a rock.

“It is time to fuck, Sinemis.” He called up three men from the audience. They’d been alerted ahead of time, and by the time they got to the stage, they were naked and all three men stroked their cocks, but their cocks paled in comparison to Emil. “Put her on the bed.”

They didn’t need her help. They wanted her to fight them. They grabbed her harshly and yanked her over to the bed and threw her on it. Six hands forced her onto the bed and spread her thighs as she struggled.

“Turn her over onto her belly,” Emil’s voice boomed as he stroked his cock when he saw that beautiful ass. The men held her pinned face down on the bed. “Kneel her up in submission.”

Someone grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back until her head was pushed hard into the mattress. Other hands reached under her hips and pulled her up into the air.

Emil was behind her in seconds, his cock fisted in his hand as he kneeled between her spread thighs. He took her without regard, thrusting the head of his massive cock inside her without any preliminaries.

Sinemis gasped in pain when the thick prick took her dry. His prick was like a log inside her. Hands grabbed her thighs and spread them in opposite directions until her crotch ached. The thick prick grew thicker as it drove inside her. His heavy weight fell on her buttocks as his prick stretched the lips of her pussy. His prick didn’t feel smooth, more like a truncheon that ripped her insides. She cried out and tried to escape, but hands held her as her back ached from the crouched position she was forced into.

More hands ran over her body, grasping her hanging breasts as though they were cow udders, squeezing them so tight, as if they could milk them. Other hands slid over her buttocks, the wide spread of her legs left her unable to clench her cheeks. It left her defenseless. Fingers slid along her crack, not to caress but to probe. She felt a finger on her anus, and it tried to force its way into the tiny puckered opening of her anus. Finally, her pussy began to grow wet. The pain was less, but the prick drove in deeper now, as if he tried to split her up the middle.

Emil kneeled behind her as he rammed his proud cock inside her. He looked down to see her pussy lips stretched taut around his cock. He felt the pleasure as her lips rode up and down his shaft like a tight band. He fucked her hard and fast, just the way he liked it. He pushed into her to make a path for his cock to stretch her to accept his thickness. His hands gripped her hips and dug into the flesh until they left deep marks in the flesh. He loved that he had her at his mercy, a white Englishwoman to use in any way he desired.

Fingers tore apart her buttocks to spread them lewdly wide to reveal her anus to the probing fingers. She fought the intrusion of both of her holes at once, one by a prick, and the other by fingers that tore inside her. It was as though the two sought to meet in some dark place in her body. Sinemis struggled to escape the duel impalement, but the tightening of her muscles made her pussy tighten greater on the thick prick inside her.

Sinemis was shocked when fingers shoved into the corners of her mouth to force her lips to open. A spongey, stiff prick rubbed on her lips. She looked up to see a long, thin prick settle on her lips. She resisted for a second, but she couldn’t keep it out. The long sword of a prick rammed through her lips, over her teeth and onto her wet tongue. His long prick sat there, drawing her attention to the prick that filled her pussy and jammed so hard and deep that it shattered against her cervix with every thrust.

The prick in her mouth began to thrust as it slid along her lips in and out of her mouth. It never fully withdrew, stopping just before the domed head slipped from her lips. The expanding prick rammed deep in her mouth as though it tried to match the one in her pussy. She coughed and gagged when it slammed into her throat. Wiley had taught her to take a prick down her throat, but she never grew accustom to it. It always made her choke, and bile would shoot up from her belly. His choking thrusts in her mouth were increasing in speed.

Emil felt the growing pleasure build in his body. His balls ached, ready to explode in lust. He watched her suck the Englishman, her soft lips wrapped so delicately around the thrusting cock. He began to change his rhythm to match that of the man that forced her to suck his cock.

Sinemis had to end this. She couldn’t take it much longer. She began to suck and lick the prick in her mouth to end it quickly. In spite of the pain, she clenched on the giant prick that split her up the middle. Her only respite would be when both men came inside her. It worked too well. The man in front of her grabbed her head and pulled her down onto his prick. She could feel his prick tense up and swell as he pulled on her hair to keep her from escaping. It was as though he tried to shove his prick down her throat to meet the one that split her up the middle.

He gasped twice as Sinemis struggled to breathe, holding her against him until she thought she’d suffocate. As she struggled, her mouth was filled with a torrent of hot, thick cum that choked her when it went down the wrong way. The prick in her mouth began to jerk uncontrollably, but it continued to spew the foul-tasting cum into her mouth. It felt like an eternity before it lost some of its length and girth. It finally pulled out and she could fill her lungs with precious air.

Without the prick in her mouth, her attention went back to the prick that stuffed her pussy to overflowing. Her cervix felt bruised from the constant pounding. But, she knew that his climax was approaching.

Once the cock left her mouth, it was time for Emil to cum inside her. He loved the thought of his seed burning inside the Englishwomen. He panted as he fucked her faster and forced her thighs wider apart until he almost split her up the middle. That was all that was needed.

Sinemis heard him gasp and cry out in a foreign tongue. He thrust in so hard and deep that she was sure his prick was a sword and was shoved into the depths of her being to wound her. His smooth thrusts turned to jerking starts, and then, she felt the hot, flooding cum jet inside her with such power. He held her ass up higher until she received four jets of cum inside her. He finally pulled out as the cool air washed over her ravaged pussy.

Emil picked up the strap and slapped it across her buttock as she tried to lay flat on the bed once again. “Keep that ass up in the air, Sinemis.”

Sinemis felt pressure on her ankles as they were yanked wide open again. Wiley walked over to the bed with his prick in his hand. She saw that it was shiny and slick. Emil stood next to him, and then, she felt Wiley’s fingers begin to probe her anus. She jerked from the sudden impalement of a thick finger, first up to one joint, then all the way to the knuckles. It didn’t rest inside, it moved around like a serpent.

“Relax your ass, Sinemis,” Wiley ordered her. Her ass hole was so hot and tight. Her muscles gripped his finger as though she sought to pull it in deeper.

It didn’t take long for Sinemis to realize what he intended to do. His finger slid in with ease, his slick prick would have a much easier time. She struggled to relax and let him have his way. The finger moved urgently inside her to the depths of her rectum and pushed against the soft walls and resisting muscles. His finger moved sadistically as it sought to stretch her for something much bigger. Her buttocks jerked involuntarily, but her quivering muscles only drove him to drive his finger in deeper.

“That’s good, Wiley. Stretch her. It’s time to fuck her in the ass.” Emil encouraged him while the others stood around to witness Sinemis being sodomized.

Wiley pulled his finger out of her sucking hole and grasped his throbbing cock. He never felt so much excitement in his life. He was going to put the broad head of his cock into that tiny hole and then feed her the length of his cock into her guts. She’d take every bit of his cock before he was finished. He looked down at her anus, open and vulnerable before him, as if he were a mighty king.

It was time, and Sinemis could do nothing to stop it. Wiley lowered himself onto her back as his hands fumbled between her buttocks to pull them apart until it felt as though her anus would tear. He held her backside up submissively when she felt the head of his prick probe until he found her tiny anus. He found it and thrust inside without any thought or warning. She cried out, but she was held by the others and unable to escape the cruel impalement. Her jerking body only drove his prick in deeper. She could feel the pulsating prick stretch her elastic walls and push against the muscles. Her sphincter was beaten into submission by his prick. She struggled and fought but to no success.

Wiley couldn’t believe the pleasure he felt. Her squeals when he took her added to his excitement. The head of his cock found a foothold into her ass hole. Her closing walls gripped his cock as if she didn’t want him to leave. He pushed in, and the tension of her muscles pulled the foreskin of his cock back and uncovered the sensitive head. Her bowels griped his cock with such vigor. He never felt such pleasure, not even her virgin pussy was as good as this. He began to slide in and out as her walls gripped his cock, yet they were so smooth. Her anal ring was tight and unforgiving as it ran up and down the shaft of his cock.

Sinemis didn’t think she could stand this much longer. They’d already abused her, and with so many men around, she didn’t know when she’d get any respite from their pricks. She had to do something to stop this. She let her body slump down in complete surrender.

“Do you like taking a cock up your ass, Sinemis?” Emil smirked when he said it.

It was humiliating that every man saw her submit to this degrading act. Wiley continued to fuck her ass hole, but the pain finally began to subside. She was still stretched by his prick, but she had time to adjust to the unnatural invasion. She knew she must fully submit to these men in any manner they wanted from her, and if it was her ass hole they desired, she’d make sure they got their pleasure.

Wiley’s eyes opened wide in surprise. He felt her anal muscles tighten around his cock to make it throb harder. He couldn’t believe that her muscles began to ripple over his cock, not in uncontrollable clenching but rhythmic clenching. Her buttocks began to move in circles, slightly at first but then more pronounced. He pushed his cock into the darkest depths of her bowels, fully impaling her with his cock. He flexed his cock, but he received an answer as her anal muscles gripped back with the same intensity. Wiley couldn’t believe he tamed her with his cock in her ass hole. Her ass hole throbbed and tightened around his cock like a hot, warm blanket. He began to pull his cock out and then shove back in.

He began to fuck her ass hole. She was sure her guts were pulled out by the powerful suction when he withdrew, only to have his prick shove them back in until her stomach cramped around his prick. But, she continued to squeeze around his prick when he withdrew and pushed her buttocks back and open up her anus when he shoved in as if she sought out his prick. She had to convince him that she wanted this as much as he did. Yet, she feared that Emil would think she was faking it and he’d take her in the ass hole with his giant cock. That monster would kill her.

She felt a masochistic pleasure inside. She was being taken unnaturally, but she wanted to enjoy it, she had to enjoy it, otherwise they’d see her ruse. It still hurt to have a prick in such a place, but she began to feel a heat that was unexpected. It started at her anus, but then, it sank deep in her rectum. His prick touched her in ways she never expected in such a place. She began to push back to meet his thrust in spite of the fact that it drove his prick deeper inside her.

Wiley couldn’t believe that she responded like this. He groaned each time his cock surged into her hot, tight hole as she twisted and clenched on him in response. He increased the power of the long, smooth thrusts that pushed the full length of his cock into her bowels. He didn’t stop until his abdomen was pushed against her buttocks.

She had him believing her as she cried out in pleasure. “OOOHHH, OOOHHH!” She pushed her buttocks high in the air to allow him to go deeper as he buried his prick in her expanded ass hole. She made him gasp in unexpected pleasure when her hand reached between their bodies and she cradled his balls. She squeezed them gently as though she tried to milk the cum from them.

“Yes, fuck my ass like that!” She could feel the swollen head of his prick move deep inside her as she rotated her hips. She did everything she could think of to make him cum. His prick grew bigger and expanded inside her to stretch her wider, but she knew he would soon cum. He’d shoot his hot cum into a hole that wasn’t destined for it, but there was nothing she could do to stop him. There was no other way to survive this except for total surrender.

Wiley went crazy in lust as he sodomized her faster and more powerfully. He looked down as her tiny anus was now stretched widely around his pounding cock. It felt as though his cock would explode inside her, not just cumming but his whole cock would explode in pure pleasure.

“Yes, yes,” she cried out when she realized the moment was at hand. She felt his prick jerk and shudder inside her and fill her with obscene amounts of cum as she kneeled submissively before him. “Cum inside me, please,” she begged in order to end this. That was all that was needed. She heard Wiley gasp as he always did when he came, and then, his prick burst once again inside her with such powerful force. He emptied his hot cum in wave after wave. Her muscles gripped and clenched onto his prick to milk every drop from him.

Wiley thought he’d never stop cumming. His hot, sticky cum shot out and filled her ass hole with his lust. Her hot, sucking ass hole milked every drop from him, even her anal ring clamped around the base of his cock to keep it from escaping.

Her humiliation was complete. She felt his shrinking prick slowly pushed out by her uncontrollable clenching. There was a shameful noise as his prick popped out, but her anus stayed open as his cum flooded out behind her. She stayed raised up on her knees as all watched her shameless behavior. Her breasts heaved as she struggled to fill her lungs from the cruel sodomy. Her rectum ached, and she could still feel the burning inside as though his prick never left. Some of his cum lay inside her to stain her with his seed.

“I’m going to take her ass hole next,” Emil exclaimed loudly. “Why don’t you allow her to clean your cock and get it hard again, Wiley? Anyone want to take her pussy at the same time?” He got three men eager to do it.

Sinemis sobbed when she heard them, three of them at once. They’d kill her with their pricks, but she could do nothing as they tossed her about the bed to get her into position. Her muscles were weak, and she was exhausted. One man lay down, and she was forced to lay on top of him as he pushed his prick into her pussy. She suffered as Wiley pushed his soiled prick into her mouth to flood her with the foul taste, but it was Emil that killed her with his prick. It was already too big for her ass hole, but now, with a prick in her pussy, it felt like she had a giant tree shoved between her legs. But, the men cared little as the audience clapped at each crucial time.





Chapter 13


Something Wrong




It has been four months since Raleigh brought Emily to London. They never returned to her home. She found comfort in Raleigh’s bed, but something never seemed right. She tried to bring up her inheritance with Raleigh, but he pushed aside her objections.

“Your Uncle Brice will take care of your inheritance until you are married, and then, it will be under the care of your husband.” Raleigh tried to explain to her.

“But, shouldn’t I know about it and what it entails. I’d like to talk to Uncle Brice. I haven’t seen him since we came to London.” Celia was gone, so it was more important that Emily learn about the inheritance.

“Women shouldn’t bother with the thought of money. Your Uncle Brice is off in France last I heard from him. He has extensive business dealing in far lands that he has to take care of.” Brice had previously lost all his money. His wife had run off with his money. That was difficult in this age where men controlled all the funds, but his wife was crafty. Her lover was Brice’s barrister, and the two of them cleaned him out before he knew what happened. That made Brice a bitter man, jealous of his brother’s success and happy family life, and Brice was determined to get his hands on all of it. But, Raleigh was surprised that Brice took him on as a partner in this endeavor, given his past failings with barristers. “That’s the last word I’ll hear of this. I take care of you very well.”

She knew that she wouldn’t get anything out of him, so she decided that she had to find the truth no matter what. She began to snoop around the house. Raleigh had no reason to mistrust her, for she gave him everything he desired, although he was never far away from her. He had an office in the house where he practiced his profession. He closed up his office in the town where she’d lived before and never returned. He didn’t have a thriving practice, but they did live well. He must have done well in the past, or he had a sinister past that she needed to uncover.

She began to go into his office when he was out of the house and she could slip by the servants. She didn’t trust any of them. She always felt as though they watched her unnaturally for a servant, as though Raleigh paid them for this task. She began to steal small sums of money from his office, not a lot, but it began to build up. Raleigh never gave her money, but he did provide everything she needed, at least everything he thought she needed. It was risky to sneak into his office, but she’d done it often until one day she was surprised when the door opened. She quickly closed the desk drawer and went over to the bookcase. She pulled out a book as Raleigh entered.

He was angry when he saw her in his office. It was strictly forbidden for her or any of the servants to be in there. He made it abundantly clear to all of them, especially Emily. “What are you doing in here?” His voice boomed with his anger. “I forbade you to enter here without me!”

Emily had to think fast when she heard how angry he’d become. She couldn’t let him mistrust her, for she feared what might happen. “I’ve been a naughty girl, and I need to be punished.” She frowned as she said it and looked away from him in shame.

“Yes, you should,” but his anger lessened as his cock grew hard. “What should your punishment be?”

“I think that you might take me over your lap and give me a bare-bottom spanking. I wouldn’t be able to lie still,” she teased him.

The thought of her rubbing his cock as he pummeled her naked buttocks intrigued him. His cock took to the idea too. “Yes, that might be appropriate, but I think a paddle would work much better, and I wouldn’t have to damage my hand.”

“As you see fit, Raleigh. I’m at your mercy and beg your forgiveness.” He’d never paddled her before, and she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week, but at least he would feel vindicated.

So she pulled up her dress and yanked down her drawers and presented herself over his lap. He was already thinking of his pleasure, his prick out to rub up against her naked pussy as he handled the thick wooden paddle. She lay over his lap as his prick jerked in pleasure from her touch. It was going to hurt.

She was correct in her assumptions. It hurt every time she sat down. But, it made Raleigh pleased, especially when he put her over the desk and took her in her ass after that paddling. He enjoyed the way his hands ran over her bruised buttocks to incite her to move vigorously and squeeze his prick inside her backside. She hated the act of sodomy, but that was what drove Raleigh to do it to her often.

It was a month later that something happened to make Emily take action. It had been a while since they went out with another couple. Raleigh kept his friends away from Emily or he didn’t have many, she wasn’t sure which. They were all older men with young women, not sure if they were wives or were in the same situation as Emily.

They met them at dinner, and Emily took to Ida. She had red hair that stood out brazenly although she didn’t act that way. She had a ravishing figure, and she dressed to show it off. Homer Dawlish was her man, fortyish with balding hair and the beginning of a potbelly, although not so pronounced yet. He never said what he did, but he was some type of professional, maybe even a barrister.

Emily and Ida hit it off instantly. It was as if they were both starved to talk to someone of the same age and rank. The men let them jabber on end while they enjoyed their cigars after a fine dinner.

They took a carriage together after the restaurant. Raleigh had invited the couple to their home for brandies and more conversation, but Emily had her doubts. There was something in the way that the two men nodded knowingly to each other. Each couple sat across from the other.

They just started to go when Raleigh’s words shocked Emily.

“Emily, take my cock out and suck it,” Raleigh said it with a monotone voice as if it was the most natural thing to say.

Emily looked at Homer and Ida and expected to see the shocked look on their faces, but the two of them grinning at her confronted her.

“I couldn’t,” she stammered to Raleigh. “Not here, not with them here,” as her voice wavered.

“You’ll take out my cock and suck it, or I’ll whip your ass when we get home.” He was adamant. Either outcome was acceptable to his cock.

She saw the serious look on his face. She didn’t want to do this, but she had no choice. Ida and Homer were no help. She reached over to Raleigh’s pants. His prick was already erect in anticipation. Emily hoped she’d get it over quickly. She opened the buttons on his pants and then the belt. She pushed the pants to the sides and reached into his silk shorts. She had to chase his prick as it bounced in such excitement even before her hand could grip it.

“Raleigh is a good size, don’t you think, Ida?” Homer watched as Emily took Raleigh’s cock out.

“Yes, he’s quite stout.” Ida licked her lips as though she was about to suck his cock. She knew she’d get the chance later.

Emily didn’t move fast enough for Raleigh, so he grabbed her hair and turned her face toward him and then pushed her down to smash her lips into his throbbing cock. “Open up, Emily, open up and take my cock inside your mouth now!”

Her mouth had no choice but to part. He yanked so hard on her hair that she thought he’d tear it from her scalp. Tears formed in her eyes, but his prick settled through her lips. The head of his prick was nestled snuggly in the hot confines of her mouth and twitched erotically. She didn’t move, although his prick was in her mouth.

“Suck or it’s the whip for you, Emily.”

She looked at the other couple and knew there would be no help. It wasn’t that she hadn’t sucked Raleigh’s prick before, but this would be the first time in front of others. She tightened her lips around his cock in surrender. Raleigh loosened the grip on her hair but still held her snuggly so she couldn’t back off. She began to work her tongue over his prick as it swished back and forth over the head. Raleigh was overexcited, and her mouth was soon flooded with his cum as he shot out prematurely.

Homer watched as her blonde head moved up and down over Raleigh’s cock. He could hear the gentle sounds of her sucking.

It felt good inside her mouth, but he wanted more. He began to guide her head more vigorously. It wasn’t a long ride to the house, and he wanted to spill his cum into her mouth before they arrived. The head of his cock slid back and forth over her lips, and he could feel her hard teeth brush tantalizingly over the sensitive skin beneath the ridge with painful pleasure. Normally, he’d admonish her for using her teeth, but for some reason, it felt good that night. The audience made his cock supersensitive and even her tongue felt rough on his cock, but the pain was pleasure for him. “That’s good, Emily, you suck my cock so well.”

He pulled her face down on his prick all the way until she felt his pants scratch her face, but she also felt the coarse pubic hairs tickle her nose. His prick was hard and long and grew bigger. It would only go a little more into her mouth before it hit her throat, but that inspired Raleigh more. He loved to make her choke and gag on his cock as though he possessed the thickest and longest prick in the world.

Homer watched as Emily had difficulty taking all of Raleigh’s cock in her mouth. The hardening length plunged inside, and it made Emily gag and choke when he pulled her onto his cock. Raleigh’s head laid back, his eyes closed as he fucked Emily’s head onto his rampaging cock.

She might have taken his prick down her throat before, but that didn’t mean she liked it or accepted it. His prick pushed against the opening of her throat every time she felt the coarse hairs on her lips. Each time, his prick tried to slide down the sensitive passage of her throat. It made her gasp and choke, sure that she’d suffocate when it penetrated her throat. He was too thick, and it blocked her throat completely, unable to fill her lungs except for huffing frantically through her nostrils for survival. She struggled to relax her throat muscles as his prick had some success breaching her throat. Even though his prick was hard as a rock, it was flexible enough to bend in order to go down her throat. She had to swallow it to survive, and the flexing muscles of her throat were her downfall as the contractions around his prick brought him the exquisite carnality he desired. If she fought him, she’d choke and her throat would open up in defense and contract around his prick with the same results.

Homer watched as Raleigh pulled his cock out of her mouth. He poised the smooth domed head over her lips and rubbed it until it oozed tiny drops of pearly cum onto her lips. Raleigh painted her lips as though it was lipstick until they were shiny and wet. It was so sexy to see it happen.

The pungent taste of his cum invaded her lips, as Emily could do nothing as Raleigh rubbed his leaking prick on her lips. It was degrading to be treated this way in front of others, yet she didn’t shrink away from this vile treatment.

Raleigh couldn’t wait any longer. He penetrated her mouth once again with his cock. He felt the ecstasy when his cock slid over her wet lips and into the hot depths of her waiting mouth. He began to pull her head up and down slowly to get his ultimate climax. He pulled her head all the way down until he felt her struggle when she was shoved roughly against him to pin her tightly.

Emily’s mouth was just a hot, tight hole for his prick. She couldn’t do anything as Raleigh yanked her up and down on his prick as though she was a marionette. She struggled to relax her throat or suffer painful choking as he jammed his prick through her lips, over her tongue and penetrate her throat with ease. He did this over and over until she felt the familiar twitching of his prick. He was going to empty his balls into her open throat, and she could do nothing but accept his vile deposit.

The moment he felt his cum shoot up from his balls, he slowed down his thrusts to savor the ecstasy. He gripped her head tightly to hold her stationary while he pressed forward to push the head of his cock into the velvet passage of her throat. He felt the hot cum shoot out the head of his cock as he came down her throat. Her throat muscles undulated over his cock to squeeze out every torrent of cum. “Suck my cock, Emily, drink my cum!”

She had no choice as the cum shot into her belly. It wasn’t too long before he yanked his prick from her throat but only so he could jet the last of his pungent cum into her mouth and blanket it with the acrid, thick crème. He finally let her sit back up as he put his prick back in his pants. She sat there with the bitter taste of his cum on her lips. Homer and Ida looked at her with an excited look on their faces. She knew that this wasn’t the end of it. It was only the beginning.

“Thank you, Emily. You performed admirably.”

That was the last word said until they arrived home. She saw urgency in the three of them to get inside and close the door behind them. They wanted the privacy of the house.

They went into the living room, but the men couldn’t wait. They were behind their partners within seconds, and their hands wouldn’t leave the women’s bodies alone.

Raleigh might have just cum, but that didn’t stop him. His hands were all over Emily and began to slip under her dress. She felt him press up against her, and he was erect already. He yanked up her dress and ran his hands all over her buttocks. He nibbled at her neck and bit it. Emily saw Ida contending with the same thing. Her dress was already yanked up, and Homer rubbed the front of her drawers.

Raleigh didn’t care as he ripped her dress, anything to get her out of it. She struggled but not very hard. He threw the dress aside until she was naked to the waist. He saw Ida in the same way. She had smaller breasts, but it was her red hair that interested him. He never had a woman with a red bush.

It was as if they were in competition with each other. Emily and Ida faced each other, stripped to the waist. Men’s hands fondled and squeezed their breasts as their backs were arched to push their breasts out prominently. Fingers squeezed too hard, but that didn’t stop nipples from turning hard. Soon, mouths replaced hands and teeth replaced fingers as the two men suckled the women. The women were pushed up until they were so close together. Emily feared that the men would make them touch each other.

Homer and Raleigh were excited as they fondled the women in front of each other. They deserted their breasts and now worked on uncovering their pussies. Homer had one of Ida’s legs up on a chair to leave her spread while his hand was between her legs. He played with her pussy until her drawers were wet. Raleigh was behind Emily as his hand forced her to spread her legs when it pushed up from behind. His finger carved out her slit into her drawers and rode the silk on her wetness.

Raleigh couldn’t stop himself as he fingered Emily with one hand and the other fondled one of Ira’s breasts. Then, he began to kiss them both and make them stick out their tongues and plunge them into his mouth. Raleigh went back to Emily when Homer stripped off Ida’s drawers, but his eyes were drawn between her legs when he yanked one leg up onto the back of the couch and he got a glimpse of that red-haired bush. Homer’s fingers stroked Ida’s pussy until it grew wet.

Raleigh pushed Emily until she was next to Ida. Ida’s face was contoured in pleasure as Homer fingered her pussy forcefully. The wooden floor beneath her grew wet with the drops of her dew that fell. He couldn’t wait any longer. Emily was bent over, and Raleigh stuck his face into her backside as soon as her drawers were ripped from her.

Emily felt the shameful sucking sounds that Raleigh made as his tongue and lips visited every shameful place, including when he yanked apart her cheeks and kissed her fully on her raised anal bud. His tongue worked it over until it was wet with spit and she felt the spasms of her anal muscles from the rude tongue. He spanked her before he turned her around. He bent her backward until it felt like her back would break.

Emily was thrown into a chair, and she had to hold her legs spread wide for Raleigh. They were pushed up onto the armrests, and it exposed her crotch for all to see. He fingered her, and she couldn’t deny that she grew wetter. She was ashamed when Homer dragged Ida next to them. He had her rub his prick, even though it was still in his pants, but he made Ida bend over until her face was only inches from Emily’s pussy. Emily could see her juices flying through the air as Raleigh continued to stroke her pussy. She knew that she wouldn’t last much longer, Raleigh expert at making her cum in spite of herself.

Homer never did anything to her like this before. Ida’s face was so close to a woman’s pussy that she could feel the wetness stain her face as Raleigh played with Emily’s pussy. His hand was like a madman, moving so fast on her pussy. Ida could only watch as Raleigh masturbated her, and no women could resist him. It was only a minute before Emily came and before she was finished, Ida’s face was pushed into Emily’s pussy.

“Lick her pussy as she cums,” Homer ordered her.

Emily was humiliated that she came in front of them, but the shame had no bounds. Before her climax would end, Raleigh’s hand deserted her, but it was replaced by the soft, questioning tongue of a woman. Ida licked up her juices as they flowed freely. The shame couldn’t stop her orgasm, and Emily feared that it might have pronounced it. She never came so hard before.

The men eagerly stripped off their clothes as the women slumped down, Emily in pleasurable exhaustion. But, that soon changed when the men were naked.

Emily found herself on her knees as Raleigh stood over her, his hand on her head to guide her. She gripped his prick in one hand as her mouth encased it. He might have cum, but you could never tell by its hardness. She tried to please him, but he pushed aside her hands and grabbed her head. He shook her like a rag doll, fucking her face onto his cock so hard that it smashed into her throat with every thrust.

Ida never saw Homer fuck her mouth in such a frenzy. She’d stroked his cock with her hand as she licked the head, but he wanted more. He rubbed his cock over her face and then made her lick it from head to his balls. He shoved it back into her mouth and made her take it until she gagged with each thrust. She tried to lick it with her tongue, but it was never enough for him. She never saw him like this before. It was as though he was insatiable with her. He made her lick his balls, take each one into her mouth and wash it down with her tongue. She choked on errant hairs that stuck in her mouth, but that never slowed him down.

Emily was yanked up onto her feet by Raleigh and pushed until the two of them were next to Homer and Ida. Ida was licking Homer’s balls. Raleigh bent her over. He had one hand on the back of her head and his other hand rubbed his prick up and down her slit from behind. She was still drenched from cumming under his hand. He began to fuck her instantly, but that wasn’t her problem. Homer pulled her head over deeper until her face was next to his prick. It stood up proudly, covered in Ida’s spit as she sucked on his balls.

“Suck my cock, Emily, while Raleigh fucks you.” He didn’t take no for an answer. He pulled her down and his cock was instantly pushed into her hot mouth and her lips grasped his cock with such authority.

She knew not to deny either one of the men. They were beyond reason, trapped in intense excitement that knew no bounds. She opened her mouth and took his prick inside. This was only the second different prick that she’d ever sucked, and she’d only met him hours ago. Now, two men took her with their pricks. Her pussy and mouth were fucked simultaneously. It was as if their pricks were in complete harmony. They both went in and out in perfect sync. Emily had no choice but to try to please them both. She sucked and her tongue worked over Homer’s prick while her muscles squeezed Raleigh’s prick. It would only end when they both came inside her.

The two women soon sat on the cocks of their respective men. It felt as though they were being taken by giant spears between their legs. The men never slowed down, their thrusts were rapid fire as though they couldn’t get enough. They were dumped unceremoniously on the couch, their legs held up high as twin cocks took them with frenzied activity.

Homer nodded knowingly to Raleigh. Homer was ready to cum. He could feel the pressure stir up in his balls. When he was ready to shoot out, he withdrew from Ida so quickly and moved next to Emily. He aimed his cock at her face as his hand stroked it urgently. “Open your mouth. I’m going to cum in it.”

Emily had no choice so she did it immediately. He’d cum no matter what, and she feared what Raleigh would do to her if she didn’t accept Homer’s cum into her mouth. This would be another first for her, a big one. She hated the taste of Raleigh’s cum in spite of the fact that she must have drunk liters of it by now. Her mouth opened wide as she saw Homer stroke his prick. The hole in the head opened up and spewed his pearly cum onto her face and tongue. Her wide-open mouth accepted load after load that he stroked out as the thick crème burned her skin when it touched her. She couldn’t swallow it as the thick crème covered her tongue. Even as he finished cumming, she wasn’t done. He pushed the head of his prick into her mouth, and her tight lips cleaned it as he withdrew.

Ida had to take Raleigh’s cum into her mouth and then lick it clean. Only then were the two men satisfied.

All of them got dressed once again, and they sipped brandies as if nothing else had happened, although the two men did speak of the four of them getting together again.

“I think the ladies would enjoy taking two cocks at once,” Raleigh added.

“Has Emily taken a cock up her ass?” Homer quizzed Raleigh.

“Yes, she’s very adroit in that manner,” Raleigh complimented her.

“I think a cock in her pussy and ass at the same time would be an excellent complement for her.” Homer would love that, especially if he was in her ass.

“Has Ida made love to a woman before?”

“Just a bit of kissing and such, but that would be a great idea. I think we’d both enjoy watching them perform.” Homer and Raleigh had such plans.

Raleigh had other ideas also. He had many friends that took a shine to Emily and would love the chance to gain her favors. He could show them how she responds while she was bound.





Chapter 14


Desperation Time




Her relationship with Raleigh had always been something different than she’d expected, but her life had taken a turn for the worst. With her parents gone, Celia gone and Uncle Brice unreachable, she was alone in the world and that was a scary thought, especially for a young woman. She knew it wasn’t love with Raleigh, and at the beginning, she could accept that. But, now, things were progressing to something completely different. She became Raleigh’s property, and he intended to share her with others.

She had to make a move to try to reclaim her life and that of Celia’s. She knew deep down in her heart that Celia didn’t run away. They were different, but they were still sisters. She wouldn’t have left her alone to fend for herself. Something happened to her, and Emily was always afraid of confronting that reality.

Over time, Emily had stolen a considerable amount of money. She also became friends with one of the waiters at Raleigh’s favorite restaurant. Raleigh didn’t know this, for he’d become too trusting and complacent with her. That was to her advantage. The waiter was willing to send a letter for her and also to receive a response, if one was forthcoming, all for a price. Emily hoped to steal enough money to run away from Raleigh, but what she stole so far was meager to live on, and she had very little job prospects if she could get away. She’d have to go far, for she feared that Raleigh would search for her. It was time for her to enlist some support in getting free of Raleigh and finding Celia. She knew of only one that would find interest in joining her to do that. So, late at night, she drafted a letter to him, but it was daring and to the point.

Dear Miller,

I hope I find you well. You don’t remember me, but I’m Emily Hutley, twin sister of Celia. I met you once, but it was in the guise of being my sister, Celia. You found me on the patio at our eighteenth birthday ball, but you thought I was Celia. You embraced me, and during that brief time, you awoke something in my body. I can still feel your prick in my hand as I brought you the pleasure you sought from Celia.

I feel that my parents’ death had not been an accident and may have been orchestrated by my Uncle Brice Hutley and Barrister Raleigh Nolan. Celia and I were taken from our home to London shortly after our ball by Barrister Nolan. After one day, Celia was gone with no reasonable explanation given or a search conducted. I feel that she may have met foul play. I am kept by Barrister Nolan at his home in London. I was seduced and kept by him to this day. He has taken my innocence, and I fear that his increasingly dark desires might leave me at risk to suffer the same fate as Celia. Our inheritance is nowhere to be had and neither is my Uncle Brice. The last place I heard of him was in France, although I do not know of what city.

I implore you to help Celia and me escape from the unscrupulous men that have sought to hold us in bondage and slavery. I have little money to encourage your efforts on our behalf, but we’ll reward you if you can secure our release and get our rightful inheritance back from these scoundrels. In addition to monetary rewards, we would willingly surrender to your irresistible charm in any manner you may desire, one or both of us at your discretion.

If you respond to this letter, please use the address on the envelope. This is the address of a friend of mine that helped me get this letter to you. Do not try to find me unless you can resolve all of our problems, as it might endanger my life. Barrister Nolan is a powerful man, and unless the authorities are ready to act against him, accusations will not secure my release.

In fond memory of our meeting,

Emily Hutley

Her statements were bold and her offers extremely lurid, but she needed to get his attention and his desires. She folded it neatly into the envelope, with the address written with care. The waiter had secured Miller’s address so she was assured that he’d get it.

It was a week later when she went to dinner with Raleigh and she could deliver her letter on her way back from the ladies’ room. She handed the waiter all the monies she had in hopes that he’d do as he promised.

* * * *

It was a week later that Miller got a strange letter. He recognized the last name, but he was surprised that the first name was Emily and not Celia. He opened it and read it. Three times he read it, each time he got more out of it. There was a lot hidden between the words.

He’d thought a lot about Celia when she left abruptly. Her house was sold, as well as her parents’ business interest in a hasty manner. Many locals picked up bargains in the sale, as if expediency was more important than monies. That was not a proper way to handle an estate. Not a word was said of the whereabouts of Celia and Emily except to say that Celia had run away in London and was nowhere to be found, yet no one ever came back to see if she was here.

Miller was known as a scoundrel and a womanizer in his own right, but he never stooped to such lows as these men if it were true. Miller had a few friends in high places, but he had a vast array of friends in low places, and that is where he’d find the truth. He had a bit of money, and he set about to seek out the truth. He had fond memories of his short time with Celia, and now, he had memories of her twin sister, Emily. The thought of being reunited with them and having them beholden to him brought him great enthusiasm to rescue them.

It was not an easy task to discover what happened. The aristocracy had a predisposition for secrecy, but Miller’s low friends worked in their offices and had access to all they tried to hide. He found Barrister Nolan first, that was easy. His friends in London only had to look him up in the directory of barristers to locate him. One of them made an appointment with him to discuss a problem and had a chance to see him in person. By sheer luck, he was sure that he also caught a glimpse of Emily, although he couldn’t be sure, but the woman he described fit Celia’s description, although he thought Emily had a look of sadness in her eyes. Celia never had that. She was adventurous and very outgoing, always happy.

Investigation into Barrister Nolan found a sudden wealth in the last year, and his practice in London didn’t seem to be flourishing. It didn’t support the continuing lifestyle he lived now. He’d closed his practice and moved to London soon after he took Celia and Emily there. He never returned back home. His standing in the legal community was not very high. He was known to be unreliable and untrustworthy in his affairs, and it was rumored that he took from those that trusted him with their assets.

Miller had people begin to investigate where and when his sudden flourish of monies came from. They’d followed the trail of monies backward in hope of finding Celia.

Uncle Brice was easy to find out about. He was broke until the twins’ parents’ death, set upon by his wife and former barrister that cleaned him out. It was a fitting reward for him if any of this was true. He suddenly came into a great wealth, but he took it and left Great Britain as though he tried to escape. His trail went to India for a short time, but then, it returned to Europe. Miller had men searching for him in France. It shouldn’t take much to find him. He was an English bragger and a scoundrel, so he’d stand out in a country where he didn’t speak the language.

Finding Celia proved to be more difficult. Getting hold of Barrister Nolan’s financial records was tricky and dangerous, but that only inspired Miller more. He wanted to foil a scoundrel worse than he was. It was one large check he received that constituted most of his wealth, a handsome sum. It was whom it was from that brought Miller to London. He wanted to discover it firsthand. It was too important and too damning for him to trust it to others. In London, he relied on one of those connections in the upper-crust of society to get him in.

He had to stay in London for two weeks before the opportunity arose for him to seek the truth. He wouldn’t have been able to attend if not for the connections of his friend. It was only open to those that could afford the high price and had the inclinations toward such a thing. It was far from London proper, as it should be to hide from detection. When Miller saw the inside, he knew of Celia’s fate. It was a slave auction. They stayed to see it through. It sold off captured English women, most young and innocent. Miller watched as the man auctioned the women off for outrageous sums. That would be his mark, the auctioneer. He needed to find who bought Celia and where she was sent. He was sure that the proud owner would take her out of Great Britain, not daring to defy the laws on slavery in his home country. There were many countries that had no such laws and many condoned the practice. He was sure that if he found the city and country, he could find the owner. All he had to do was look among the English communities in that city that engaged in the more depraved aspects of pleasure. Miller hoped that he could rescue Celia in time. Many women didn’t last under the degrading demands of depraved men. He went back home while his men began to work on the auctioneer, Tobe was his name.

A week later, he got good news. Brice was found in Paris. It wasn’t difficult. He was well known to the police, having arrested him many times, the last time was only a week ago when he was found cavorting about with a Paris whore in a most impertinent way at a popular restaurant near the Seine. An investigation in England of the source of his wealth showed that it came from Celia and Emily’s inheritance, in spite of the fact that court records signed by Brice Hutley and filed by Barrister Nolan showed all of the monies held in a trust account in the names of the women.

It was coming together nicely, but there was the matter of Celia that had to be clarified before he could do anything. He didn’t want to jeopardize her if the rest came out first. Whoever bought her knew of her origination, and any scandal about her would result in that person cutting their losses with her, which meant her demise. Miller wouldn’t allow that to happen. This had become too personal.

Tobe proved to be difficult, but no man was free of sins or transgressions, especially a man that sold innocent English women. There were rumors that one of his charges had died by his hand before she was sold. The owners were furious because they had to reimburse those that provide her, and she was fitting of a high price. They took it personally against Tobe, but he knew too much of their operation to do anything but to scold him and allow him to continue. His men began to gather evidence of his transgressions.

His luck changed in regards to Celia. It wasn’t Tobe that told him of her whereabouts. It was a lone seaman at the docks that just happened to know something about Celia and mentioned it to a friend. Word got around to one of Miller’s low friends. He was a crewman on a French ship, Jemmapes. His contact gave him the following account of the meeting with the sailor in question.

“It was strange to see an English woman in chains, and she was locked in a room for most of the trip, but she did come up on the deck infrequently.” The sailor told the tale in hopes of a reward that was promised. He described Celia.

“Where did she get off?”

“Istanbul.” He remembered it well. He knew that he wanted more information and would pay for it. “If I told you who picked her up, would that be worth a little more jingle in my pocket?”

“That would give you much more jingle. Tell me.”

“I checked the log book after you offered me monies for my information. It showed that Benton Driscoll paid the private passage for her. He has a vast home outside of Istanbul with his son, Wiley.” He smiled at the bag of coins that the man threw on the table. “Good luck with your search.”

Miller knew he needed his contact in high places to find out about Benton Driscoll in Istanbul. Benton Driscoll was rich, but his contacts among the upper crust were the lowest of men. That is why they hung out in Istanbul, so they could lead their depraved lives without thought to the authorities. It wouldn’t take long to get information about them. Any man of moral character would instantly give up Benton.

Two weeks later, news from Istanbul reached Miller. Celia was found, although her name was Sinemis now. Benton had bought her at auction for his son, Wiley’s eightieth birthday. It was disgusting what some men thought as an ideal present for a boy that just became a man. By now, Wiley had the same depraved ideas of women that his father had taught him.

Sinemis was in fair condition for what she had endured. The man had seen her where she performed with Wiley at a private club of depraved Englishmen. She was no longer innocent, for he saw her perform with three men at one time, and each of the men had their cocks in a hole simultaneously.

That infuriated Miller, but now, it was time to act. He went to one of his men in high places, a past official of the London police known as Bobbies or Peelers. His name was Robert Peeler, and he was now Home Secretary, but he’d founded the Bobbies and still had connections to them. He was just the person to help him. There was the matter of Brice being in France and Benton and Wiley in Istanbul, but that wasn’t insurmountable. All they needed was to be brought back to London where the police could charge them. Benton and Wiley still lived in England and returned here often, so they could wait for an opportune time if it arose before they could secure Brice. He would never surrender or return to England.

Miller wouldn’t try to contact Emily even though his plan was put in action. He would’ve loved to deliver the news personally to Emily, but he wanted to rescue Celia personally. That would be the dangerous task.

It was a coordinated plan that Miller had concocted. Robert Peeler had his contacts with the Bobbies to handle all the arrests in London.

Benton and Wiley got off the ship in London harbor on Monday morning. His mother hadn’t seen much of Wiley since he turned of age, so she insisted that Benton bring him home to London. She waited for them at home, hating the smell of the harbor and all the riff-raff that hung around there. She’d have a long wait as the Bobbies waited at the end of the gangplank for the father and son. To say that they were surprised would be an exaggeration. Benton huffed and puffed as he threatened all the Bobbies but to no avail. They were both handcuffed and dragged off the dock to a fanfare of reporters that would make sure that the truth of what they’d done would be plastered all over England. Benton was charged with slavery and smuggling along with numerous sexual charges. Wiley was charged with slavery and numerous sexual charges.

The Bobbies found Brice Hutley deposited on their doorstep, bound hand and foot. They asked no questions from the men that delivered him except to thank them for their services. Brice was charged with two counts of murder, theft and numerous fraud charges.

Emily screamed loudly when she heard the commotion at the front door, but it wasn’t fright but pure joy. The Bobbies took Raleigh in custody as a matron helped Emily gather up her possessions and leave the house. She saw Raleigh huddled in the caged wagon, trembling in fear. He was charged with two counts of accessory to murder, theft, embezzlement, numerous fraud charges and other charges related to his duties as a fiduciary figure.

Miller led a group of twenty men that stormed Benton’s home in Istanbul and took it by force, although it didn’t require much. With Benton and Wiley both gone, the servants and guards had no one to look for guidance, and they weren’t paid well enough to risk their lives against an angry English mob.

Sinemis leaped into Miller’s arms and kissed him passionately the minute she saw him. Her name reverted back to Celia at that very moment. It was a long voyage back to London, but Celia made sure that Miller felt appreciated for his efforts.

Celia, Emily and Miller were reunited in London. During the short time that it took for Celia and Miller to sail to London, a lot had happened. Robert Peeler took it on himself to make sure that Celia and Emily would receive their rightful inheritance. With the prosecution of Barrister Nolan, there was an outpouring of support in the legal community to help the women, not only to restore the public’s confidence in the legal community, but there was also a deep-seated hatred of Barrister Nolan. Brice Hutley’s wealth was confiscated quickly and efficiently. Luckily, he hadn’t squandered the monies, and in some cases, he’d improved the situation. Celia and Emily would be made whole, at least as far as monies. But, nothing could make them whole as far as what they had to endure.





Epilogue




The first person to be convicted and sentenced was Brice Hutley. He was given consecutive life sentences for the double murder of Arlie and Edith Hutley. He was sentenced to the most notorious prison in Great Britain. It was a place that housed the worst creatures on God’s earth.

Brice was chained wrists and ankles as he marched through the narrow corridor in the damp, dark cellar of the prison. It was on the shores of Ireland, and the cold air whipped through the stone prison. He shivered from the cold, dressed in only a thin shirt and pants with sandals on his feet.

“Aye, I’ve been ‘specting you. Friends of yours want to make sure you comfy here and have everything you deserve. They pay me special to make that happen.” The guard had two teeth missing in the front, being a guard here was a dangerous job, but there were those willing to pay to make sure that some of the prisoners got more than just a sentence. This one was special, for he’d pay for what he did.

“In yuu go!” He shoved the man into the cell.

“NO, NO,” but the cell down slammed behind him to trap him. Brice saw the dark shadow of a hulking beast of a man in the corner. The cell smelled, but that was the least of his problems. It felt as though the cell shook when the beast walked over toward him. He could see him now. His arms and legs were thick with muscles. His clothes were torn and dirty. His face was unshaven, half his teeth were gone or rotten and he drooled. But it was the look in his eyes that frightened Brice to death. It was as if there wasn’t a man inside that head.

“Yuuu gonna make him a good wife,” the guard laughed as he walked away. He’d be no problem in the future. The beast would tame him.

Brice backed up to the door as the man pulled his cock out of his pants. It hung down to his knees and was thick as a stump of wood. Worse yet was that it was hard. “You leave me alone.” He tried to sound brave, but his voice crackled with fear. The man grabbed him and tossed him onto the dirty lower bunk. For being big, he was fast. He was on him in seconds. When Brice tried to fend him off, he slapped his hands away like he was a pesky fly, and then a punch in Brice’s gut sent him into pain. He was pushed onto his belly and his pants were yanked off.

“NO, NOOOOOO!” he screamed as the beast climbed on him, but it was the club that was pushed between his buttocks that dragged the loudest scream from him. The beast took him brutally in an act of sodomy. This was to be his life until he died. He sobbed as the beast had his way with him.

Barrister Nolan was convicted on all counts, not even his barrister could get him a light sentence. The judge was determined to make an example out of him. He was sentenced to thirty years in jail. It was a life sentence, for not many lived out thirty years in the prisons. He was unrepentant even after the sentence was administered. For that reason, Miller made sure that his life was a living hell for those thirty years after what he did to Emily.

Raleigh was sent to a London prison. He smirked. At least it wasn’t the worst one. The food was okay for prison, and it was mostly older men, so he wasn’t bothered. It could’ve been worse. He hoped to appeal his conviction, but he couldn’t find a barrister that would take his case pro bono, and all of his money had been confiscated. He had the time, so he’d do it himself.

It was a week later when it happened. “Where are you taking me?” Raleigh found himself placed in a strait jacket. He didn’t understand, but he couldn’t move. He was led to the front gate where a caged carriage waited for him. No one would answer him. He was thrown in the back, and the carriage moved over the bumpy road.

Raleigh was taken by ship to somewhere, but he didn’t know where. It must be in Great Britain, for they were only on the water less than a day. The dock where the ship landed was empty except for this ship. There was no town or people around. There were men waiting for him, but they didn’t look like guards, although they did carry clubs. They were dressed in white, as though they were doctors or orderlies in a hospital. A caged carriage took him up a big hill toward a stone building perched high on the cliffs surrounding the dock. He entered an iron gate and saw the aged sign. It read Madison Home for the Criminally Insane.

He was taken inside, and he tried to protest. “I’m not supposed to be here. I’m a barrister. I know my rights. I’ll have your job for this!” He snarled, but his bravado quickly turned to fear when a leather gag was shoved into his mouth. His lips stretched and almost tore to accept it. It filled his mouth, and he drooled uncontrollably. It was tied around the back of his head.

He was led inside. He saw all the doors that lined the hallway. They all had tiny windows with bars as the only opening. He heard screaming and the rantings of maniacs from behind the doors. He was glad that he wasn’t thrown into one of those. He had to find a way to get word out that he was trapped in this unseemly place against his wishes.

Stella and Tilda met him and took him from the guards. He wouldn’t be any trouble. They were both good sized and strong matrons. They’d read the file—Raleigh was a barrister and not a good one. He was weak, never done a lick of hard work in his life. But, he wasn’t brought here for hard work. He was depraved and his thoughts toward women were despicable. He was brought there for rehabilitation. At least on paper that was the diagnosis and treatment. His rehabilitation might not cure him, but it would give him other thoughts about women.

The home had a special place for those like him. It brought in fine sums of monies to run the home. There were many fine women of money that paid for the pleasures that might not be respectable in London. Here, they’d be free to indulge their fantasies and also to get revenge if that happened to be their motives. Stella cared little for the reasons, only for the monies. This one would bring in a nice sum if he lasted. The women were hard on the men, but the men were deserving of the punishment.

Raleigh couldn’t utter a word as he was brought into a small room. It scared him when he saw a chain hang down from the ceiling with leather cuffs connected to the end of it. The room was empty except for that. Is this my room?

Two matrons came toward him. He struggled, but he couldn’t do anything as they took the straitjacket off him. He hoped that he could overpower the two women, but they were surprisingly strong and he felt weak since he’d been placed in prison. The food was lacking the amount he’d eaten when he was free. One of them grabbed his wrists, and the other one slapped his buttocks hard with a whip. It caught his attention as it stung, but by the time he turned his attention back to his wrists, the first one was secured and the women guard was attaching the second one. In seconds, he was bound, but they turned a crank until his body was drawn up tall until his feet were unable to lay flat on the floor.

“You won’t need these.” Stella ripped the shirt off him and then yanked his pants down until he hung there naked. Tilda slipped the black leather hood over his head. It fit him like a glove, with two eyeholes so he wouldn’t miss a thing, two tiny holes on the nose so he wouldn’t suffocate, but the rest of his head was covered, including his mouth. He’d have enough air thorough his nose, but his breathing would be labored and he’d be silenced except for grunts or cries. “Have a good day,” she laughed as Tilda and her left him alone but only for a few minutes.

Raleigh saw two women in fine dresses walk in. They looked like women of status, not workers in this foul place. “MMMGGGH,” he tried to ask for help, but then, he noticed the whip in one hand. He’d seen one like it. It was a quirt, and he knew it to be extremely painful and left marks that never healed.

“Oh, this is going to be fun, Phyllis. You make sure he obeys my commands. Use the quirt on him if he doesn’t. Hit him anywhere you want to.” Ruthie looked down at Raleigh. His prick only began to stir, but it wouldn’t take much to get it hard. She was always surprised. She’d abused men, yet they always got hard and stayed that way. They were such perverts.

She stood in front of him and started with his nipples. She gripped them with her nails and twisted them. He tried to back up, but he was met with a sharp slap of the quirt on his buttocks. He pushed forward and presented his nipples for her again. She dug her nails into the tips until she drew blood. “You learn well,” she teased him.

It was as if she tried to tear his nipples from his body. He made the mistake of drawing back, and he suffered the consequences. The quirt felt as though it ripped his skin to the bone. It still stung as he surrendered and offered up his nipples for her torment.

“Let’s see if I can get that prick hard.” She reached down with one hand and gripped it firmly with all of her fingers. She felt the contractions of the muscles beneath her fingers, and it grew hard. “Yes, that’s good. Keep it hard or your ass will be a bloody mess.” She released his prick, but her fingers reached between his legs and literally grabbed him by the balls. She refused to release her grip as she yanked him by the balls until she had him on his toes, his balls stretched. She heard his muffled cry, but it was only the beginning. She let him settle back onto his feet again, but then, her hand started to chase around his balls in the sack and squeeze them tight when she captured them. He groaned again, but her other hand was ready and slapped him from between his legs to catch his balls unprepared and vulnerable.

“Did that hurt?” She reached for his balls with two hands and yanked them until his body had to follow. Not only were they stretched, but they were also crushed in her hands. She released some of the grip until he settled back down, but then, she clenched on his balls until they were pushed up high above her hand. She slapped the trapped balls with painful consequences.

His balls ached when she struck them. Her fingers captured them into a tiny space, and there was no escaping the harsh bite of her slap. She continued to stretch and slap his balls, but then, she worked on his cock. No one had ever done such a thing to him before. She slapped it with her hand, a stinging blow to his cock, but she followed up with a series of slaps that made his cock bounce and sting. He couldn’t escape. She gripped his balls until they ached as her other hand slapped across the head of his cock. He felt her hard fingernails slap his cock with such ferocity. She slapped the head repeatedly. She got pleasure from it if any indications of the big grin on her face were correct.

Ruthie grabbed his balls in one hand and crushed them as she spanked his ass. With a firm grip on his balls, she made his sack swell up from his trapped balls, and then, she began to slap his trapped balls. He cried out loudly, but that only encouraged her to do it harder and faster. She went back to slapping his prick to keep it hard. Then, she raised him up by his balls.

She had him dancing, going from his prick to his balls, yet he could never escape. She grabbed his prick and grabbed the loose foreskin with her fingers. She made sure that her fingernails dug into the flesh as she yanked up with her hands. He could barely stay on his toes as she had him stretched so high. She released him, and he lowered himself down quickly, but she had grabbed his ball sack in her fingers and stretched him back to his toes once again.

He was sure that she’d rip his cock and balls off. He couldn’t understand how his cock stayed hard and made it an easy target. He only hoped that she’d let him cum. Now, she began to goose him hard. His stomach turned as she crushed his balls, but he couldn’t escape. She squeezed them rapidly, as though she tried to tear them off.

Ruthie went back to slapping his prick. She liked the way it bounced around yet was still an easy target for her hand. She backhanded the head with her fingernails. The thud of her hard nails on his prick rang out in the room.

She had him bent slightly forward as she went behind him. Her hand slipped between his legs and grabbed his cock. She pulled it backward between his legs. It felt as though she would break it in two. It forced his balls to squeeze out between his thighs, and her other hand grabbed them and pulled them backward. She released them, but she followed it with a harsh slap on his trapped balls. Then, she grabbed his balls and yanked them behind him once again, but she did it by yanking on the hairs. It felt as though she yanked the hairs out painfully one at a time. His cock was bent backward until his balls were vulnerable once again to be slapped while her hand held his cock bent at an unnatural angle.

Ruthie and Phyllis had him for two hours, and his balls and cock were never untouched, yet he always stayed hard and vulnerable. Fingernails dug into his prick, especially the soft underbelly on the thick ridge around the head. They didn’t release until they drew blood. His balls were subjected to such intense scrutiny by the women.

Raleigh’s body was exhausted by the time the women left him. He was taken to one of the cells, given his clothes and little else. The room had a tiny cot and a bucket in the corner. The food was barely edible, but Raleigh ate it anyway. He needed something to fill his empty belly.

Raleigh found that he was taken to that room almost every other day. There were different women but all had the same intentions. They wanted to work over his cock and balls in the most perverse ways. Each day brought new, imaginative ways. He was made to get hard and stay that way under consequences of the quirt, but he was never allowed to get release except by his own hand when he was back in his room. It was two weeks later that he found a new torment. A woman had a large ivory dildo. It was massive and shaped exactly like a man’s cock, from the thick head to the veins on the shaft. He used it on her, his mouth and his ass.

Raleigh’s life was to be a plaything for women that wanted to get their revenge on men that had wronged them.

Benton Driscoll and his son, Wiley, were sentenced together. Benton got twenty years for his offenses, and Wiley got ten years because of his younger age. He started off innocent, but his actions later on condemned him to the ten years.

The Driscoll fortune was taken from them. There were many that had suffered under the misfortune of trusting Benton in a deal, and they wanted their just rewards. There were none that would come forward to help Benton.

The sentence for the Driscoll’s was to be carried out in the penal colony in Tasmania, Australia. It was notorious.

It was a long sail to Tasmania, but Benton and Wiley should’ve appreciated it better for their sins against women were apparent to his captors when they arrived. They were put in a separate wing where they’d serve out their time.

The wing housed the undesirables that needed to repent for their sins against women. It was here that outside men, from aristocrats to sailors could come and enjoy the pleasures that men could enjoy, or at least one of them would. The outside men were depraved in every way, but Benton and Wiley couldn’t stop the atrocities that were committed on them. Wiley was popular among the visitors, young and fresh at first, he didn’t last long. Wiley learned the finer points of taking a man in his mouth and throat for another’s pleasure. Benton found solace on his belly with very large men on top of him with their cocks rearing up inside his guts.

Miller was lucky the first night in London upon his return with Celia. He found two twins naked in his bed and eager to give their thanks. He allowed them to show their gratitude. He might have missed out on their virginity, but they were far more experienced and knowledgeable than any women he’d ever had.

Miller stayed with Celia and married her a year later. They still live in London and now have two blonde daughters, although they’re not twins. They’re happily married.

Emily lives in Paris, married to a Frenchmen. It was said that he was a descendant of the Marquis de Sade, but it was never confirmed. But, Emily could attest that he had the necessary skills and persuasion to be a descendant. She found solace beneath the ropes of a demanding man. They have no children and none were ever discussed, but sometime, it might be brought up for discussion.





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The King’s Chattel



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Shocking Revelation of the power and practices of the Monarchs of old. Every Subject of the kingdom was subject to their commands.

The King and his noblemen pursued a life of unbridled lust with those that submitted to their power by choice or for the unfortunate, in the dungeons below the castle where bondage insured their submission. “The King’s Chattel” is set in the 11th century where men dominate and women had no choice but to submit.



King Rulf, after conquering his enemies, returns to take his rightful place on the throne with a wife to bear him many heirs. But there is always time to find his pleasures in the bedrooms of any woman he desires or to satisfy his jaded lust in the dungeons.



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Chapter 1


Peace and Celebration


It should have been a happier occasion, the triumph of Prince Rulf and his men over their foes with the taking the Normandy province, but King Walter’s health had begun to fail him. The queen had died two years ago and it looked like the king wouldn’t be far behind. He was over fifty years old, and his strong body had become frail. Yet, nothing could stop the grand feast and celebration in the castle.

It felt good to put on new, fresh clothes after a year in the field. Prince Rulf had his tailors make the finest garments for him. He slept in a clean bed and once the festivities started, he would have a lovey wench in his bed every night. There was a wide range of ladies in waiting, even though there was no queen. Each of them vied for his eye, knowing that he would be the next king and would be selecting a queen to father him a male heir.

King Walter managed to come out to greet everyone and congratulate his son in his victory. He sat in his chair as he spoke. “Let us all rejoice in our victory over our foes. They will never draw a sword against us again. We can thank the bravery of our soldiers, the generals that commanded them and my son, Prince Rulf.” He raised his gold chalice up to everyone. “Salute.”

“Salute, victory!” The mighty hall rang out with the cheers of everyone. The festivities began, the tables graced with food and drink for all. The musicians began to play, and the din of the crowd began to rise as the drink was consumed.

King Walter left shortly after his toast, the energy sapped from him with just the small task. “Don’t worry, sister, I won’t leave you here alone.” Prince Rulf sat next to his sister, Katrina.

“I wouldn’t want you to miss out from having one of the handmaidens in your bed tonight,” Princess Katrina kidded him, though she disapproved of any woman for her brother, none good enough.

“No beauty can compare to you, my sister,” and he meant it. She was the fairest maiden in the kingdom. She just became of age, and she would soon be betrothed to someone that could further strengthen the ties of England to her betrothed’s country. The ruler would have a mighty army to go with England’s powerful navy and make them an unstoppable force. She would bed her husband for politics, not for love, for her husband would be someone much older than she. That was her destiny, but she knew it from birth. She had hair of gold, like her mother’s, long tresses that hung down her back and over the gentle bulge of her arse. Rulf remembered her when she was young, her chest flat as a boys, but no longer, a full bosom, pushed out by her dress to reveal enough of her naked charm to catch the eyes on any man that saw her. She spoke four languages, intelligent and insightful, yet in her blue eyes, you could see a mischief-maker of a woman that wanted more. Rulf and Katrina had always been close, growing closer when the queen died. Their bond would increase when and if the king passed away and Rulf would ascend to the throne.

“You make me blush.” She loved the way that Rulf looked at her and treated her. She was of an age now; she just had one more thing to do. The next time the opportunity was there, she would get rid of the last vestige of their childhood. She put her hand on his arm. It had been a while since she had seen and touched him. His forearm was powerful; she could feel the muscles in it. He was much more of a man than when he left. “Come dance with me and celebrate. Every eye will be on you.”

He got up and took her hand. “It will be your beauty that their eyes will feast upon; I will be not much more than an ornament of yours, like a necklace of diamonds.”

He pulled her close as they danced, but she moved closer. It felt strange but comfortable to feel her body press against his. She was a woman; in spite of being his sister and her full breasts pushed into his chest was that of a well-endowed woman. It was as though they were one as the glided around the floor as the music’s tempo picked up. Her hair sailed through the air like golden flaxen as they danced, their bodies moved in unison as one. Rulf hoped he could find a queen that would be as good as his sister.

“I am going to retire, brother, so you can enjoy yourself with your friends. You don’t have to sit with your sister.” She kissed him on the cheek and walked off, her handmaidens disappointed that they had to leave also.

He hated for her to leave, but he would see her tomorrow and make up for it. Tonight, he wanted to celebrate, so he joined Zane with the others, surrounded by a bevy of handmaidens. Zane already had one on his lap, Gwendolyn, a sassy tart, one of Lord Barrington’s daughters; she had been in the court for a month now.

“Drink, My Prince,” Zane handed him a fresh chalice of wine, wine befitting for royalty. He looked down the cleavage of Gwendolyn as he nuzzled her neck. “I have missed such beautiful women as you, Gwendolyn. The Norman women paled in comparison to your beauty.”

Gwendolyn knew that Prince Rulf would reward Zane for his help in the campaign, most likely with a manor and a title. He was handsome, smart and connected to the royal family, even if he wasn’t of noble birth. He would be a catch for any woman and many of them tried for him tonight, but it was Gwendolyn that caught his eye. She would make sure that he was enthralled with her. Her father would expect nothing less from her. “You’re just saying that because you want to bed me tonight.”

“Is it working?”

“Yes,” she purred to him. She moved her arse on his erection that pushed into her backside and felt it jerk. She hoped for privacy soon so she could properly sit on his prick and pleasure him all night long. Gwendolyn had learned a few things from the French women. She would keep him erect all night. She felt his hand tighten around her waist as he drew her wiling body closer.

They drank and yelled for an hour, the festivities became louder as the drink was consumed. Prince Rulf had seen his woman, the one that he wanted in his bed that night. He went over to Zane and whispered into his ear, so Gwendolyn wouldn’t be jealous that she wasn’t picked to bed him. “Who is that lovely creature over there?”

“That is Christiana. She is the only daughter of the Earl of Algar. He is very possessive of her; that is he standing over in the corner. He doesn’t let her out of his sight. Rumor is she is a maiden; no man had ever spoken of bedding her.” Why did Prince Rulf always want the impossible?

“That seems like a fitting gift for a prince, don’t you think so?” His erection stirred once again, remembering Lady Renee and the way he took her maidenhood.

“Yes, but I don’t know how I can get her away from her father.” He never let her out of sight; for he knew all too well what happened in the court.

“What if Princess Katrina requests her presence tonight? She could put her in her court. How could the earl refuse the princess without offending her? Even he is not that powerful or rich.” He wouldn’t see his sister, but he would talk to her tomorrow and explain his favor, sure that she would do it tonight without question.

“If you can arrange that quickly, I will tell her.”

No one denies the prince anything, no one. Rulf sent a messenger to Katrina and had an answer back in minutes, a scroll with the princess’s seal, requesting Christina to join her handmaidens immediately due to an illness of one of the others. He smiled, knowing she knew just the right thing to make it look so good. He handed the scroll to Zane. “Take this to Christina and escort her to her father, Earl of Algar, to tell him. Do it in a dignified and refined manner, I don’t want him complaining to the king that we corrupted his only daughter.” Prince Rulf sat back and watched, Gwendolyn by his side. It took only a minute before he felt a soft hand on his leg, but he didn’t acknowledge it, though there was no way he could hide his growing erection from her slowly moving hand.

“Good evening, Lady Christina, you are certainly ravishing this evening.” He tried to be as charming as he could.

“Good evening, Zane. Welcome back from your success, and thank you for your compliment. You look fit and handsome as usual. What can I do for you; I don’t want you to lose the interest of Lady Gwendolyn? She seems to be smitten with Prince Rulf, so I would hurry back before it is too late.” She was astute to the relationships between males and females, even though she never had a relationship that went more than a peck on the cheek. It was not her decision but her fathers. If she had her way, she would bed the first handsome man that was available, wanting no longer to be a maiden. Her friends had told her too much of the joys of being with a man.

“Yes, Gwendolyn is very impetuous. She loses interest quickly. Would you join me in speaking to your father?”

“Now, we barely know each other, so I know you are not asking for my hand in marriage. What business could you have with my father and me?”

“Princess Katrina has requested that you join her handmaidens immediately. She had a serious illness with one of her handmaidens and is in a crucial need for a new one. I am sorry that it took so long to get this to you, but it has been a joyous night, and I almost forgot.” Zane smiled as he said it. “It is all in this scroll, written in the handwriting of our beloved Princess Katrina. It would be a great honor for your family and for you to be part of the royal court.”

“I suppose that I am to bed you for this honor?” There was more to this. She was honored to join the court, but she wanted to know the terms, even though her father would not dare ask.

“No, your lady, what do you take me for? But Prince Rulf would like the company of you in his bedroom tonight to celebrate his success.” He saw the way her eyes lit up in surprise.

She never expected anything like this. Prince Rulf wanted her maidenhood. He would become king soon enough. If she played her cards right, she could be his queen. It was more than any girl ever dreamed of. “Is this the truth?”

“I swear on the bible, Lady Christina. He is smitten with you.”

She looked over and saw the prince look at her and smile. “Come, let’s go tell my father. He’ll be so excited for me. Let me do it and break it gently.”

It took ten minutes, Prince Rulf watched them as they talked, but there was no denying the princess.

He might have thought that something was not right, but he knew a good opportunity when he saw it. His daughter was joining the royal court. It would only be a short time before he was invited to the inner court. His stature and importance would grow, hopefully his fortunes. “Go with my blessing, my daughter, but uphold our honor.”

Zane walked off with Christina, and as soon as they were far enough away so her father couldn’t hear, he turned to her. “Go to the prince’s chamber, not the princess’s. Tomorrow, you will go to her. He will meet you there shortly, so you may prepare for him.”

Zane went back to the table and saw Gwendolyn’s hand on the prince’s leg, and it was not still. “Everything is taken care of, Prince Rulf. If you will excuse me, Gwendolyn and I are going to take our leave. Come, Gwendolyn.”

She stood up and went with him, knowing she had no chance with Prince Rulf tonight. She suspected that Lady Christina would share his bed. Zane’s hand around her waist held her tightly in his powerful grip, but she wanted to feel the power of his prick between her legs.

Rulf disappeared without too much notice, the celebration grew the more wine and ale was consumed. They no longer needed a reason to celebrate. He went back to his chambers, taking off his shirt, leaving his leather pants on and his boots. He bathed his upper body and his face, giving Christina time to get ready to receive him. Impatient, he could wait no longer, stroking his prick beneath his pants until his bulge was obvious of his intentions. He walked into the other chamber where his large bed and a willing virgin waited for him. She was seated at a table with a mirror in front of it, her long, brown hair hung down, shimmering in the candlelight. She turned to look at him as he entered, her eyes opened wide when she saw him stand half naked before her. She was dressed in a white, sheer nightdress that did more to entice than hide her virgin body, Rulf able to see her large, brown areolas beneath the white fabric; the tips of her nipples pushed out the gauze like material like tent posts. It was low cut, a generous amount of white cleavage revealed, firm, ripe tits stood out proudly by themselves.

“Good evening, your Highness.” Christina stood up, her nightdress slid over her skin like a man’s caress. Prince Rulf was so muscular; it had been a year since she had seen him; naked to the waist, his chest muscles rippled with just the slightest movement of his arms. She felt nervousness, her body blushed as the prince looked at her heaving bosom.

“You are such a beautiful creature, Christina. I have missed our beautiful women while fighting in this war. It is good to be greeted by such a charming woman as you.” He moved his hand around her waist and drew her closer to him. He kissed her soft cheek with his lips, his hand slid higher up her side and beneath her arm until he could feel the swell of her womanly breast. The flesh was so firm and sleek through the nightdress, had he still been at war, he would have torn the nightdress off in haste to satisfy his lust, but this was a woman of royal birth, and he would treat her as such.

He took her by surprise, scooping her up in his arms as if she hardly weighed a thing. She felt his hands just beneath her to support her body, his hands so close to the sensitive spot where her thighs met the beginning of her rounded buttocks. He swung her wide as he carried her to the bed, lifting her up higher to reach the top of the bed, his hand slid down lower until she could feel the shudder run through her body as his hand touched the fringe of her cunny. She felt a flush run over her body, but it was not shame but arousal. He finally laid her on the bed, his hand retreated, but she felt desolation when it was gone.

He stood over her and waited, her lovely body laid out on the bed, her legs spread apart beneath the nightdress in reckless abandonment.

“You take my breath away, Prince Rulf. Kiss me; let me feel your lips on mine.” She began to seduce him with her virgin body.

He leaned over her, but she drew up in the bed, her soft hands slipped around his neck and drew him down to her succulent lips. She felt his lips push hard against hers, her thighs clenched tight in excitement, the muscles of her cunny clenched and unclenched in unbridled lust.

It caught him by surprise, Rulf pulled down onto the bed clumsily, falling next to her. He laughed loudly at her boldness. She smiled at him as they lay next to each other.

“Do I offend you or amuse you?” Christina wasn’t sure of the prince’s reaction.

“You surprise me and astonish me, but they both make me happy.”

“Then, kiss me again. This time, show me your passion.”

She felt his body next to hers, his erection pushed into her hip as his mouth took her lips again, this time harder, her lips pushed back by the power of his tongue that entered her mouth. Their teeth scraped against each other, but his tongue pushed deep into her mouth and sought out her tongue. Their lips ground upon each other as their tongues danced hungrily.

His hand roamed over her trembling body beneath the thin nightdress, drawing up to the hem line and pulling it, his fingers found the naked flesh of her thighs, teasing the soft, silky flesh, his fingernails exploring the flesh all the way to her crotch. Yet, he didn’t touch her cunt, wanting to excite her beyond expectations. Her tongue moved against his, then she pushed his out of the way, and it entered his mouth. She flicked it back and forth as if it were a snake slithering inside his mouth, her hot breath blowing deep into his mouth. His prick jerked wildly, restrained by his leather pants. He pushed his tongue back into her mouth as though it was his prick between her legs, fucking back and forth, taking possession of her.

It was happening so fast, her body caught up in the turmoil of his searching hands beneath her nightdress. She put her arms around his neck and drew him against her lips as she felt his fingers become bolder, sliding along her thigh, but this time, they didn’t stop. He began to brush the soft lips of her cunny with his fingertips until she could control the moisture that began to trickle between her thighs, the moisture of her unrestrained arousal. His fingers tickled her lips, then she gasped in shock when he pulled her lips apart and slid up and down her slit until it was drenched in yearning for more. She gasped louder when his fingers found her pleasure button, a place that no man had ever touched before.

Rulf began to work over her button, massaging it gently with his fingers, growing harder, thicker with each touch. He could feel her body begin to squirm, her legs opening and closing as if she were trapping a man’s organ inside her. Her lips left her, falling back onto the pillow in uncontrollable lust. His fingers pinched on the growing organ, stroking it as a woman would do to a man’s prick.

“Oh, Prince Rulf, you are making me tremble shamefully,” she cried out as she writhed in abandonment on the bed. She couldn’t believe the feelings that raced through her untrained body.

Rulf couldn’t believe that she was making his prick so hard, yet she never touched it. His body began to grow hot as his fingers abandoned her pleasure button, drew down the soaked inner lips of her sex to find her hot, tight, virgin hole. He felt the muscles try to push him out, but he wasn’t to be denied, his fingers twisted inside the wet, hot hole, slick with her juices and smooth as a baby.

She gasped as she felt something inside her, clenched her legs and trapped his finger. Her inner muscles clenched tightly on his finger, but it only made him move it more.



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