A Victorian Tale

[Elayne]

Samantha squirmed underneath him, burrowing backwards into the midnight silk sheets of the bed as Lee parted her thighs, staring into her light blue eyes with his menacing dark stare. The tall english girl trembled in fear of what she was certain would come next.

Lee surprised her however, tracing kisses along her delicate jaw. She exhaled slightly, tilting her head back in a vain attempt to resist his exploring lips as he reached her earlobe and nipped it lightly, which sent a tingle through her skin. The warlord read the tilting of her head as an invitation, moving his lips down to her bared neck, kissing her throat and the sides of her neck above and beneath the steel band. Samantha groaned, screwing her tilted blue eyes shut as the man continued lower, kissing her collarbone and following the leather trail of the leash down to her breasts.

Samantha arched her supple back again as the man buried his face in the valley between her breasts, kissing her cleavage and then licking the base of her firm, round breasts. His tongue and lips explored the contours of the curve under the bosom and then along the side, teeth lightly nibbling in a ticklish sensation that made her writhe. The man's tongue circled over her nipples, and her natural sensitivity proud her to hard, proud points once again, despite her best efforts. She moaned in dismay, feeling the cool air on her hard, slicked nipples, and the man seemed to take that as his cue.

He continued down her flat abdomen to kiss her navel, then plunged lower, towards the part of her thighs. Samantha whimpered as he got closer and closer to her chaste treasure. The man surprised her once again as he lashed her entrance with his tongue, a foreign pleasure she had never before heard of. She gave a small, muffle shriek of distaste, that a man would explore her so intimately with his tongue, but her slender hips rolled in the grip of the waves of unexpected pleasure.

Samantha thrashed on the midnight silk of the bed, full breasts bobbing and swaying with her frantic energy, long, slim fingers digging into the mass of sheets, seizing them convulsively as she bucked and shuddered.

 

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Each whispered sigh, each soft moan, each little whimper of forbidden pleasure that escaped the proud English beauty’s lips, trilled Lee Winn. He smiled as he seduced her supple body gloried in the way Samantha arched her body to meet his sensual kisses. Her mind might be rebelling against his barbaric kisses but her supple innocent form thrashed on the midnight silk of the bed, with her frantic energy. The golden haired beauty’s long, slim fingers digging into the mass of sheets, seizing them convulsively as she bucked and shuddered as his tongue lashed her virgin treasure. Lee brought Samantha to the edge of unimagined ecstasy let her titter on the edge as the tip of his tongue fluttered across her throbbing clit, he nibbled and teased her till the young blonde beauty thought that she would explode, the he inhaled deeply drawing a steady cool stream of air over Samantha’s feverous clit driving the young innocent over the edge and into an abyss of pure carnal pleasure.

Lee feasted on the girl’s sweet dewy nectar; slowly he raised his head his fingers entwined with hers as he stretched her hands above her head. Lee Winn’s lips clamed Samantha’s in a hot passionate kiss, the velvet tip of his cock parted her rose pink virginal folds, and He pressed his hips forward. Lee could feel the rapid beating of the innocent beauty’s heart against her chest. Lee stilled letting Samantha adjust to this most intimate invasion of her supple body. Slowly he worked his cock deeper into her, till it nudged the young beauty’s virgin’s treasure. Lee Winn’s hips arched back and with one quick thrust Samantha Cunningham’s virginity was a fleeting memory as he swallowed her pitiful little scream in their kiss.

 

[Elayne]

Samantha moaned and thrashed as the Chinese warlord continued to tongue and flick her private parts, finally blowing on them in an odd gesture that sent a shock of sensation shoot through her sex.

The tall man lunged forward, pinning her to the bed and kissing her hard on the mouth. His fingers twined around her own, pulling her arms out above her head. She felt her golden hair laying underher arms like a bright pillow as he postioned her arms, baring her body. Her breasts rose with the motion, bobbing and swaying for a moment then being crushed in a satiny puddle under his hard chest as he lay on top of her to kiss her. His tongue taste odd and she whimpered, fearing she was tasting herself on his lips. Yet that was nothing compared to the panick and distaste she felt as she felt him rubbing at her petals. At first, she thought it was a finger, but the she remembered his hands were twined on her wrists. Then she knew.

Samantha bucked her hips frantically, but it was too late. The tip of his manhood already laid across her hymen. He drove his hips forward and he was inside.

The tall englishwoman shrieked in shock and pain. It hurt. She felt like her entrance had been torn in twain to accomodate him. He muffled her voice with a hard kiss, but she frantically bucked and rocked her hips, trying to throw him off like a wild horse.

She writhed underneath him, her breasts rubbing his chest with satiny skin, her thighs whispering against his, groaning in protest and pain. She felt him squeeze her wrists, his hips pinioning her to the bed.

Finally, exhausted and defeated she lay limply underneath him. She could feel a small trickle of blood from her torn virtue on her thighs. She could feel him inside her, penetrating her, but at least he was mercifully still.

Incongrously, Samantha remembered her time in the finishing school. She had learned something of horses, like any good english girl. When training a horse, you began with light touches, to familiarize the animal to your touch, then slowly added the blanket and lastly the saddle. You went slowly, to break the animal in to the saddle, so it could be ridden without protest.

With a sense of horror, it dawned on her that this foreigner was doing exactly the same to her. He had begun with light kisses, working his way up to penetration. Now he lay still, letting her body adjust to the sensation of being split by his manhood, letting her stretch and accomodate him, till he could ride her without protest.

And to her blushing shame, she realized it was working. She was accomodating him, being stretched to fit his girth. Like women for ages before her, his manhood pressed into her body radiated a sense of ownership even more telling then the hated collar or leash she still wore. She was already breaking, and she for the first time truly admitted that she was helpless and that the time would come when she would be ridden without protest.

Finally, tears streaked out of her pale blue eyes, rolling silently down her cheeks as she whimpered, defeated.

 

[cgraven]

She writhed underneath him, her breasts rubbing his chest with satiny skin, her thighs whispering against his, groaning in protest and pain. She felt him squeeze her wrists, his hips pinioning her to the bed, and so Samantha virginity was taken from her. Soft tears at her loss trickled down her flawless cheeks, with her lose, and her cheeks blushed crimson with some private though that was all her own.

Lee Win remained still as the young teenaged body slowly stilled, her pride too had been taken along with her innocence. All he girl’s hopes, all her dreams of the life that she had expected would be hers fate and her father’s scandalous ways had robed her of. there was no marriage bed, not handsome husband, no blissful wedding night where she gave her carefully guarded treasure to her love. Instead she had been sold to a barbaric heathen who had claimed what he had bought.

Lee Winn knew how to excite a woman’s body, how to give it pleasure. This is what he gave the young beauty now, for he had no wish to break that firry spirit but to tame it, mold it to his will. Slowly his hips began to move, his ridged cock sliding over Samantha’s throbbing clit, he let her body the way it responded to him guide him now. Lee had been as gentle as was possible. His lips kissed the tears from the girl’s face, then reclaimed her lips this time inviting her to surrender to embrace the pleasure that was slowly building in Samantha like a rising tide, a tide that would soon break on the confused young beauty like a tidal wave engulfing her entire being.

 

[Elayne]

Samantha gave a low moan as his lips briefly left hers to kiss the tears on her soft cheeks. The searing pain of penetration had slowly dimmed to a dull throb that echoed through her slender body.

As the warlord lay still on top of her, she looked down the length of her slender body, seeing for the first time his dark curls brushed against her tawny tufts, the fingerswidths of his male organ that still lay outside her velvety entrance. She could feel the majority driven inside her like a spear.

As the man reclined on top of her like a lion preparing to feast, the tall englishwoman couldn't help but shift her weight, half unconciously. She lifted her round hips a touch, firm behind slipping off the midnight silk sheets, testing to see if she could somehow scoot out from under him. Her hips rolled, maybe an inch, the small of her back arching a touch, her full breasts rubbing against his chest, soft valley of her pale cleavage squeezing tight around the leather band of the leash that lay between her breasts. Her hands she squeezed impotently, pinned as they were under his fingers.

Yet, to her horror, she realized her small wriggle had done nothing but allow him to with a small push slide the rest of the way in. Samantha Coleman had been fully penetrated by this barbarian, and she could feel his contentment as they both realized she fit him perfectly, like a glove, in depth at least. Stretching to match his girth would only come through use.

And that use he seemed eager to give her, reading the squirm as a cue. His lips closed over hers once more, his hips shifting back and his manhood beginning to slip out. She felt a moment's wild hope as she dared to imagine he was done. But instead, he pressed back in. It was a slower motion than her first receipt of his manhood, but it was no less a thrust. And it was repeated, over and over. Muscles in her sex she had scarcely known existed flexed around him, squeezing and gripping and aching in protest as he worked her out.

She could smell the musky odour of their mingled bodies in the air as he continued to stroke in and out of her helpless body, the soft silk of the sheets moulding around her bare shoulders and slender back, rustling under her hips as they rose and fell with his pulls and pushes. Her soft rump bounced on the sheets, almost lewdly, and the unfamiliar sensations pooling in her belly and loins made her squirm again, more vigorously. Her breathing quickened, her full breasts rising and falling, hard nipples darkening slightly as she gasped and moaned.

She could feel his pleasure at her involuntary performance as he continued above her, pressing and thrusting, forcing her to new unwanted heights.

 

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She could feel his pleasure at her involuntary performance as he continued above her, pressing and thrusting, forcing her to new unwanted heights.

The young teenaged beauty arched her body to Lee’s her supple young body responding to the building pleasure that she so feared. No Proper English woman should welcome such feelings outside the sanctity of marriage, it was an obligation to her husband to be endured, nothing more and yet still that quivering pleasure grew with in Samantha’s belly. The young beauty’ s mind and body warred against each other, tears rolled down her silken, flawless, cheeks, as Lee’s body and kiss seduced her body.

There was no hope for Samantha as her orgasm burst upon her, though her mind rebelled her body embraced the searing pleasure as it filled every fiber of her young being. She withered and bucked beneath Lee Winn lost in the forbidden pleasure that coursed through her body like a river of fire. Nor was the barbaric warlord content wit just deflowering her, but he kept pistoning his horrid cock into her.

Lee Winn felt her move under him felt her tight virginal body stretched as he took her virginity from her and was filled with glee when Samantha screamed out in ecstasy, as she pitiful sobbed in humiliation even as every muscle in her young pussy clamped down to hold her unwanted lover deep inside her treacherous body. Lee wrung three more orgasms from the hapless young teen beauty as her body if not her mind became a willing accomplice her own rape. She felt his body stiffen and the scalding flood of his white hot lust filling her.

Samantha Coleman was spoiled goods and no self respecting European would ever look at her again as the chaste object of his desire.

 

[Elayne]

Samantha shrieked and sniffled as the man continued to pump away at her nether regions, no matter how she tossed or bucked, trying to dislodge him. She could no longer supress her wail of indignation and humiliation mixed with hot longing as his heated embrace brought her to a never before experience peak.

Sweat slicked her breasts and thighs as she shuddered and trembled, going limp beneath him. Her knees felt weak and her arms heavy. Her eye lids fluttered over her tear filled blue eyes. But he was not done. He continued to assault her bruised, violated sex, manipulating her limp body to another convulsion of delight. Even then he was not done, showing incredible endurance as he continued to hammer away at her loins. Her hips pumped underneath his, bouncing on the soft silk as he nailed her against the bed, still holding her pinned despite the fact that her strength had abandoned her.

With a loud grunt, he stiffened. Samantha's breathing was quick and heavy, her heart pounding in her breast as he stopped, pausing for a moment, then slowly pulling out of her abused body. The tall, slender englishwoman's humiliation was complete as the Warlord rolled off her without, leaving her laying limp on the silken sheets, her sex tender and bruised from long, hard use.

Samantha let her head roll back, tired and spent. She was partially aware that the signs of early dawn were outside the slat windows of Lee's bed chambers, and realized they had been at it for hours unabated. The englishwoman was parched, sweat and tears drained from her, throat hoarse from her moans and cries throughout the night.

Samantha blinked, trying to hold back sleep as she bleerily looked around for some way of covering herself now that the warlord was sated. Her clothing had vanished. The englishwoman dimly remembered a rustling in the night as a servant had discretely entered and removed her clothes, leaving nothing in their place.

Samantha groan, laying back on the bed, bitterly wishing her ordeal would end.

 

[cgraven]

Little could Samantha realize that her ordeal had not come to an end but was in fact just beginning? She was a slave, a slave to a foreign barbarian who had just begun to sample the pleasures that her firm supple young body could give him. In her ignorance and sheltered up bring she believed that only that vile act she had just endured was the sum of what men and women could do together.

Lee Winn looked over at her, the pale beauty’s berthing rapid and thready as her last orgasm left the teenaged beauty spent, sweat slicked her breasts and thighs, her own passion glazed her soft ivory inner thighs. Lee reached out his fingers exploring her soft body enkindling the fires that she could hardly understand. His mouth moved to her breast to claim a nipple as his fingers lightly traced to contours of her sex.

“You shall learn to serve me my proud beauty, and willingly please with your body.”

He drew her to him his arms pressing her body close to his. The memories of how she had moved under him when at last she had accepted her fate, the soft whimpers, her low sensual moans and gaps when forbidden pleasure engulfed Samantha had pleased him so.

He drew the young English beauty from his bed, and led her to a small adjoining chamber. A large hammered basin sat in the middle of the floor and Lee Winn lead Samantha to it. His fingers ran through her long golden hair binding it up on her head. He dipped the bamboo dipper in to a bucket of warm scented water and poured it over her breasts slowly Lee began to bathe the teenaged beauty the rough cloth grating across her tender flesh.. Slowly, sensually, seductively Lee worked the rough cloth across her breasts and nipples down over her flat abdomen, and between her legs to bathe her violated pussy.

 

[Elayne]

Samantha lay back on the bed limply, staring mutely at the ceiling. The tall englishwoman winced slightly as the Chinese man reached over to her, taking her pink nipple in his fingers.

He leaned over, seizing her sensitive nub in his teeth, then ran his hand down her slender abdomen to cup her sex, working his fingers over her abused spot, still wet from her hours long use. Samantha whimpered in agony. Surely he was sated by now?


“You shall learn to serve me my proud beauty, and willingly please with your body.” he murmured to her across the seats, then slid his free arm around her shoulders, under her matted and tangled golden hair as he pulled her in.

At least his hands are off my privates, Samatha thought to herself as he wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace. One of his hands slid into the tangle of her matted, sweat darkened hair, forcing her to rest her delicate chin on his shoulder, to bury her heart shaped face into the crook of his neck. His other hand cupped her bottom, giving her rump a light squeeze as he pulled her hips to his, fingers sliding down the back of her thigh as he drew her long, slender leg over his. The young, ravished girl closed her tilted blue eyes, arms limp at her sides as he positioned her in his arms. Did he really expect her to accept his vile embrace?

His hand slid up from her soft thigh to the arch of the small of her back and with a light brush of his fingers tickled her sensitive spine. Reflexively, Samantha shivered and the slight motion bounced her breasts against his hard chest. He began to rub her back softly and helplessly she squirmed under his touch, rubbing her soft body against his, caressing him with her pale flesh. Despite everything, Samantha was very much a woman and her own feminity betrayed her as he worked her like a puppet, strong hands forcing her to submissively snuggle into the arms of her rapist, to nuzzle her face into the neck of the man who ravaged her. Samantha inhaled sharply, practically ready to scream in outrage, hands balling at her sides.

After a few moments, the warlord stopped, releasing and rolling out of the bed. Samantha lay back down, closing her eyes, desperately hoping this was the end of this night. Instead, the warlord grabbed the end of her vile leash as it laid like a viper over her belly, tugging it, forcing the englishwoman to roll out of bed after him, drawing her shakily to her feet.

Samantha flushed to the roots of her hair as the man lead her own a leash to the other room, drawing her over to a hammered basin in the room. The pretty englishwoman stared daggers at the warlord as he bound her hair on top her head, wondering what fresh humilation he had planned for her.

Instead, the man surprised her. Dipping the ladle into the basin, he spilled warm, sweet water over her sensitive breasts, made tender from a night of hard rubbing under his body as he pumped her. The warmth of the water soothed her skin as he laddled another cup of water over her breasts. She might have even enjoyed the sensation, were it not for his eyes on her soft body, the way she could practically feel his enjoyment as he watched the display of her flesh, the beads of water dripping down her cleavage and flat belly.

Samantha closed her pale blue eyes resolutely as the man picked up a cloth and began to rub her down, washing her off. Can he not at least leave me in peace and let me bath myself, she thought bitterly. But it was not to be. The cloth was surprisingly rough after the night of soft silk sheets, and his touch was harder than she might have liked as he cupped her breasts and firmly worked the cloth over the curve of her bosom and her nipples, then scrubbed her slender belly. Finally, he dipped his hand under her and she gasped softly as he began to work the rough cloth over her bruised entrance.

Samantha flushed in humiliation as he swapped her out, washing away the stains of his seed and wiping off her shapely thighs.

 

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Lee Winn reveled in the daggers that shot from the proud golden beauty’s soft pale blue eyes, the way her supple body betrayed her at his soft touch, the flush of humiliation as he led her like a pet from his bed to her bath. How her body shutters as he bound her golden tresses on top her head.

The shimmering droplets that sensual slid from her firm young breasts, the way they clung to Samantha’s taunt pert nipples before slithering down the subtitle cures of her torso in little rivulets across her flat belly, some to pool in her naval, others to caress her inner thigh. The soft muffled whimper as the rough cloth grated across her nipples. Samantha sharp intake of breath when he cleansed her abused pussy.

Lee Winn could feel her body responding to his caresses; stiffen as her proud spirit tried vainly to fight back the pleasure, her deep crimson blush as her body won that struggle. Slowly he bent his dark hands, in sharp contrast to her alabaster skin, as he spread her soft roes pedal folds opening her most private regions to him. His tongue snaked out to taste the first dewy drop of her passion as it slid from her wanton body.

“You taste sweet my pet,”

His hot moist breath bathing her abused pussy and fanning the fires of unwanted passion. He played the young English beauty’s quivering body as if it where a fine instrument and the master of it. He torment Samantha with dark passion as he brought her body to the edge of the abyss of forbidden pleasure, let her see the pleasure that she so feared, then held her there letting her anticipate blessed relief till her body quaked with desire, and then with a flick of his tongue her drove the proud beauty over the edges and into the seductive embrace of unwanted passion. Hungrily his mouth lashed her abused sex, her throbbing pearl of love; it snaked deeply into her host moist passage to find the one elusive rough patch in all its moist silken perfection that would trill her beyond her wildest imagination. Lee Winn feasted on her free flowing nectar till Samantha’s knees nearly buckled under her form the force of the violent orgasm that engulfed.


When he was done with her he led her back to the bedchamber to sleep curled at his feet, to live with the fact her body betrayed her once more to a foreign heathen.

It was late afternoon when Samantha finally woke. At her feet lay a simple peasant’s jacket of silk black with the typical Chinese slit at both side seam and a high stand up collar. Because the young beauty was tall even for a European woman the helm of the silk jacket hardly covered the curve of her firm ass and only hung to her upper thigh. The slits in the sides exposed her bare flesh to the waist. Lee Win had not left and other clothing or any kind of foot ware for her.

An elderly Chinese woman brought Samantha a bowl of steamed rice and bite size pieces of roasted meats that she could not identify and a pair of chop sticks. The woman spoke to her in a native dialect and when she saw the golden haired beauty did not understand she made motions with her hands to signify she should eat.

As the sun was setting Lee Win returned a slow lecherous mile creased his face as he gazed approvingly at Samantha’s attire.

“I trust you rested well and have regained your strength.”


Lust burned in his eyes as he looked down on the teenage beauty.

 

[Elayne]

Samantha moaned in a mixture of agony and ecstasy as the warlord set his tongue to her traitorous, aching sex once more. The tall englishwoman frantically pressed her hands on his head, trying to dissuade him as he devoured her sex, but he would not be stopped, his tongue probing further and further as Samantha arched her back and trembled in the grips of an entirely new sensation.

Finally, she lay back, panting and humilated once more. The Chinese man gave her a moment's respite, then jerked her leash, pulling her to her feet and forcing her to stumble back to the bed with him. Samantha whimpered, balking as she feared another violation on those soft silken sheets. But instead, the Warlord forced her to lay across the end of the bed, hooking a small chain near the end post to her collar, holding her in position. He himself slipped into the bed and Samantha realized she was expected to sleep curled at his feet like a common house cat.

The tall englishwoman began to sob softly, driven over the edge by her repeated abuse, but the Warlord paid her no mind. Indeed, soon she could hear the long breaths indicating he was asleep. And try though she might, Samantha could not stave off her own exhaustion. Her blue eyes fluttered and closed as she dozed off.

When she awoke, it was day. The warlord was gone from the roam, leaving only the light bruises on her pale flesh and the hated collar around her slender throat. Samantha tried to sit up, but the chain of the bed post held her fast.

The tall girl looked around miserable, waiting for something to happen. Finally, after a stretch of time, an elderly asian woman entered the bed chamber. Without a word, the older woman moved to the bed, unfastening the chain attached to Samantha's collar, letting her up.

Samantha literally sprang out of bed. Normally, she was one to doze and linger in the comfort and warmth of her sheets, but today she felt no desire to remain in his hideous bed, the site of her rape. The Chinese woman nodded approvingly, taking Samantha's leash and tugging her forward.

The older woman led Samantha to the wash chamber once more. With an imperious gesture, the Chinese woman pointed to the basin and said something in Chinese. Samantha didn't understand at first, but the woman repeated herself, this time adding in a motion as if she was bathing herself. Samantha stared at the woman incredously. Does she expect me to perform my morning routine with her watching? the englishwoman thought incredously.

As it turned out, the Chinese woman did. She repeated the command a third time, this time sharply, and added a firm slap across Samantha's round behind, chivvying the taller girl forward. Samantha went to the basin and began washing herself, the water warm and sweet as she sponged off her arms and legs, her toes and face.

The Chinese woman led her through the wash room with sharp gestures and commands in her foreign language. Samantha was led to a mirror where she brushed out her long, golden hair, till it spilled down her back like Chinese silk. At the commands of the Chinese woman, she applied dark blue kohl to her eyes and some red stain to her lips. A bottle of perfume was selected for her with a sharp gesture and Samantha resentfully applied the scent to lines of her swan's neck, behind her ears, and on her wrists.

The Chinese woman gestured sharply, pointing to the taller golden haired girl's breasts once, then trailing her finger down to Samantha's sex. What does she want, Samantha thought to herself, staring at the woman blankly. After another sharp command, the elderly woman sighed sharply, taking the bottle of perfume and spilling some into her hand. With a practiced gesture, she applied the fragance to Samantha's breasts, rubbing her hand through the captive woman's cleavage and across her nipples, then down to mark her belly and finally cupping her sex. There was nothing sexual in her touch as she finished by rubbing the scent along Samantha's thighs. She was simply a peasant handling livestock by her demeanor.

Washed, combed and perfumed, Samantha received a sharp nod from the Chinese woman. She was then led back into the bed chamber.

A small meal had been set out for her, with neither fork nor spoon, but rather a pair of odd sticks. The elderly woman indicated that Samantha should eat and Samantha looked around confusedly. Surely, they aren't such barbarians as to eat with their hands, she thought to herself. The elderly servant sighed sharply, seizing Samantha's hand and placing the twinned sticks into it. The position was odd and clumsy as the servant manipulated the englishwoman's hand like an unwilling puppet, showing her how to seize a bite sized portion of meat with the two sticks and raise it to her mouth.

The process was awkward and clumsy as Samantha tried to eat the food with the twin sticks, a task so annoyingly difficult to master that it alawys overshadowed the pungent flavour of the foreign food. Samantha eat the meal. It would have been faster with a fork and spoon, but on the whole she was rather proud of herself.

Then the Chinese woman brought out a small jacket of silk. Do they expect that to fit me? Samantha thought dully. It turned out, they did. Samantha struggled into the Jacket, clearly designed for a woman smaller than herself. The hem of the jacket barely covered her hips, leaving her long slender legs bare from toe to thigh. She feared to bend over or even take too long a stride, lest the jacket bare her utterly. It was sleeveless as well, though Samantha was grateful for the high collar that partially concealed the steel band at her throat. Still, it was far too tight as she buttoned it. The women who sewed it were clearing thinking of women with much smaller breasts than Samantha, who found herself mashed into the jacket in an uncomfortable press, the silk so tight across her chest that the outline of her nipples were visible through the silk. The slit along the sides bared the curves of her hips as well. It was an indecent garment, barely more than a rag, despite the fine chinese silk that made it.

Finally, the elderly woman left, leaving Samantha nothing to do but wait.

And Samantha waited.

Finally, in the early evening, the chinese man returned to his quarters. His eyes traveled over her bare legs and slender thighs, her round hips barely contained in the jacket, her breasts pressed as tight as if in a corset. Then he smiled with slow lechery.

“I trust you rested well and have regained your strength.”

 

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Lee Winn had watched from hiding during the day as elderly Lue Sing Long had come to the proud English beauty and watched as see bathed her old eyes critical appraising the Master’s newest purchase. She was a beautiful creature but very dim witted Lue Sing decided as the girl did not even understand Chinese or how to properly adorn her body to please her master.

Lee loved the sight of the older woman’s gnarled hands on the pale teenaged beauty’s breasts, the way the girl flushed with embarrassment as her nipples grew taunt the gasp as the older woman’s hands cupped her sex. Then the affairs of the day called him away from his spying on the English beauty. His mind would drift back to the picture of her tethered to the end of his bed like a young bitch dog that needed to be tamed. How she lay her naked body curled tightly as she slept. The sweet memory of how Samantha had bucked and weather when he took her virginity and then again when he savored her sweet essence in the baying chamber this morning as her hands had vainly tried to pushed him away then her supple young body arching to his touch and surrendering as her pleasure engulfed her.

As the sun was setting Lee Win returned a slow lecherous mile creased his face as he gazed approvingly at Samantha’s attire. The way the short jacket clung to her skin like a second skin, her pert nipples straining at the fabric, the hem of the jacket barely covered her hips, leaving her long slender legs bare from toe to thigh.

“I trust you rested well and have regained your strength.”

His voice mockingly soft as he cupped her chin and raised her pale blue eyes to his dark smoldering eyes. Taking her leash in hand he gave a gentle but insistent tug commanding the proud young beauty to follow him. He led the teen beauty through the back passages of his manor till at last an oaken door was opened and a chamber of horrors opened before, filled with medieval devices of torture. Her scream echoed through the room as her dainty hands went to her leash and she began to struggle with all her might. Lee Winn spoke a short sharp command and two guards sieved Samantha bodily. Lifting her flaying body to a rack their evil smiles met her terrified eyes as they took pleasure in her frantic efforts to escape. Samantha’s struggles where short lived as her delicate wrist where imprisoned in leather cuffs and then the spread her long sensual, athletic, legs wide as her trim ankles her like wise imprisoned. Samantha her the creek of the rack, the dull thud of the ratchet as her supple young body was drawn tight as a bow string

Their task finished the guards retired and Lue Sing Long came to her master carrying a tray on which was set of bronze bowl of steaming water, brush, a folded towel a small jade jar. Lee Winn slowly undid the cloth buttons of Samantha’s jacket laying them back to bare her once more to his eyes. Lee leisurely lathered the teenage beauty’s sparse golden downy fleece, with seductively, sensual, caresses of the brush. The keen edge of the razor glinted in the flickering light of the torches. The kiss of cold steel on Samantha’s monde. The soft rasp of the razor hissed in the young girl’s ears, each rasping pass leavening bare smooth flesh in its wake. Lee took the bronze bowl and pours the warm water over Samantha’s naked pussy, not a single hair remained to hide her delicate sex form his view. Rich amber oils pooled into the palms of Lee’s hands. His eyes held the captive beauty’s as he massaged the oil in to her bare shaven flesh.

Lee disappeared from the young girl’s sight only to return with a blazing branding iron. It glowed white hot, moved slowly down over the terrified young beauty’s body. He laid it to her silken flesh where her thigh and hip met marking her as his property. The brand high enough that only a lover would see it and know that she was Lee Winn’s. He poured the sweetly scented oil over Samantha’s brand, His fingers gently massaged it into her abused silken skin taking away the sting of the burn.

 

[Elayne]

Samantha trembled as the warlord returned to the bed chamber, inching back away from him till the backs of her knees brushed against the lip of the bed.

He approached, smiling like a cat with a cornered mouse under its paws. His dark lecherous eyes roamed at will down her scantily clad body. She desperately cringed, fearing yet another rape on the silk sheets of the bed.

Samantha flinched as the Chinese man reached up and cupped her delicate chin, tilting her face to stare into her pale blue eyes. She stared back at him defiantly. Hurt and humiliated, yet not broken, despite the small tremor in her lower lip that she tried desperately to hide.

Lee slid his hand down her slender neck to seize the leather loop of her leash, tugging her forward. Samantha jerked reluctantly back, reaching up to seize the ring of her collar and pull at it defiantly.

The warlord paid her no mind. Instead he turned and walked towards the door, with another tug of the leash. Samantha's only options were to walk or to be dragged after him, half hanging from the leash. Stiffenly, back straight and eyes blazing hatred, she walked.

He lead her out into the hallway, leading her through the passages of his fortress. A few servants scuttled along in the hall ways, none looking up as the couple passed, the warlord half dragging the reluctant woman along. Samantha released with horror that this was something the servants had seen before. There would be no outcry from the servants about her shoddy treatment as they ducked their heads to avoid looking at their master's captive. Samantha gloomily wondered what had happened to her predecessors.

If the servants seemed half afraid to look at her, there were others more than willing. Every door they passed, every column in the halls seemed to have a pair of guardsmen next to it. And each guardsman filled his eyes with her as she was lead by. Oh, none of them leered or said anything indiscrete, but they had apparently earned enough liberty from the warlord that they let their eyes roam over her bare legs, follow her swaying rump under the barely concealing jacket hem that rebelliously rode up after each step, despite her best efforts to tug it back down discretely.

Finally, he led her into a passage way that was stoppered by a heavy door. The pair of guards on the outside of the door opened it and she was dragged into a room of nightmares.

Samantha shrieked helplessly as she saw the instruments of tortures she could scarely conceive. She shied back, pulling savagely at the leash. But a sharp gesture from Lee brought the two door guards forward to seize her.

One of the guards seized her rump with a thick hand, squeezing her unpleasantly as he heaved her off her feet, the other yanking on her shoulders as they bodily lifted her and hauled her over to what she could only describe as a rack. The two guardsmen slammed her against the rack, hard enough to make her gasp, her teeth nearly rattling. The one man firmly rested a hand on her breasts as he leaned up and yanked her wrists into the waiting leather cuffs. The other man seized her by her slender thighs, forcing her long legs open and her slender ankles into yet more cuffs at the bottom of the rack. The guardsmen handled Samantha roughly, placing their calloused hands on her most intimate portions. The warlord said nothing. Samantha released these two men had handled enough women thusly to know exactly how much they could get away with without being called down.

Soon, the tall Englishwoman was lashed to the rack. Samantha bucked and writhed, long golden hair flashing as she sobbed, kicking her feet frantically. But it was no use. The guardsmen turned a massive crank, shifting the rack. Samantha was pulled taut, forced to arch her back so visciously that a button popped off her jacked over her full breasts. Less and less slack was to be had from her wrist and ankles cuffs, which chaffed harshly across her soft skin.

The warlord stepped forward with a small smile, dismissing the two guards witha wave. The pair left, closing the door behind them. Samantha sniffled, wondering what would happen next.

The chinese man leaned forward, seizing the buttons at the hem of her collar, pulling them open. He methodically worked his way down the jacket, unbuttoning it then yanking it open.

Samantha was bared, her full breasts bouncing out of the jacket as she squirmed impotently, round rump slapping against the hard wood of the rack. The warlord firmly placed a hand on her belly, pinning the english woman in place on the rack as the elderly servant appeared, carrying with her a sharp razor.

Samantha looked at the sharp razor in horror, wondering if the warlord intend to mutilate her or slash her pale skin. Instead, the man rubbed a thick foam against her sex, till her downy hair was covered. Then, with quick, practiced strokes, he slid the razor over her skin, a sharp cold tang that made her shudder in fear. The foam was quickly razored away, along with her soft golden covering. Her skin was left bare, her pink sex cruelly exposed to his eyes.

Lee dipped his hand in some oddly scented oil and began to rub it into her bare sex. Samantha gasped and trembled. She was too uncomfortable, fearful and humiliated to be aroused by his exploring fingers, but she couldn't help but feel her sex was made more sensitive after being stripped bare. The oil that was rubbed into her skin was cool at first, slick, but left a sharp tingling in her skin. The warlord rubbed it over her triangle, her lips, even slid two fingers inside of her to apply it to her inner folds and walls. Samantha screwed her eyes shut, praying for this torment to end.

It did, abruptly. The warlord walked around the rack, disappearing behind her. No matter how Samantha craned her neck, she could no longer see the man. Samantha sighed loudly in the sudden silence, then gave her hips an expiremental roll, testing to see if she could find some slack in her bonds.

Samantha was surprised to discover the oils she had been rubbed with were slowly becoming hotter. She could feel them burning unpleasantly on her skin, across her entrance, even inside her body. The tall englishwoman groaned softly, then whimpered. Her sex tingled with the oily sensation. Samantha squirmed, trying to rub her thighs together to ease her discomfort. But the bonds on her slender ankles held her legs firmly apart.

A shadow fell across her as the warlord returned. Samantha craned her neck, looking up. Lee smiled down at her, then leaned his latest torture tool towards her face. She could see white hot iron and feel the heat radiating from it.

Samantha shrieked and flailed frantically, rolling her hips to try to break free of her leather cuffs. For a moment, she thought she felt one of her ankles give an inch, but not enough.

The warlord pinned her thigh in place and then stabbed her soft,pale skin with the dark branding iron.

Samantha screamed in agony and shock. The sensation seemed to go on forever.

Finally, the warlord pulled the brand off. The english woman could smell burned flesh in the air and with horror realized it was her own. Staring down her slender body, brokenly, Samantha sobbed it horror. Emblazoned on her pale, smooth flesh was a chinese pictogram, high on her thigh, but where any man who loved her would see. She had been branded like an animal.

The warlord smirked and began to rub oil into the burned flesh of her wound, stinging terribly. Samantha went limp in her bounds, sobbing softly.

 

[cgraven]

Samantha went limp in her bounds, sobbing softly. As much as she may have prayed for blessed darkness to engulf her, to take her into a world of dark unfeeling sleep, even that small temporary relief was denied her, as her echoing screams slowly faded to whimpering sobs.

Lee Winn thought back to the erotic picture this proud young English beauty had presented, even as he sensually rubbed the potent oil over her raw brand, its searing pain ebbing as the numbing effect took hold. The memory of how she flayed her head back and forth, her golden tresses streaming like living sun spun gold, her young full breasts firm as ripe melons bouncing out of the jacket as she squirmed impotently, her firm sensually rounded derrière slapping against the hard wood of the rack with the pale golden beauty’s fruitless efforts to escape.

He washed his hands in the bowl of warm water that the old woman Lue Sing Long held, dried them before applying the aphrodisiac oil to Samantha’s breast and nipples. Lee waited as the sensual , seductive oil took effect, the pale golden beauty’s body arching and thrashing as her nerves where set afire with a dark hungering need. A slow smile spread across his face as Samantha squirmed, trying to rub her thighs together to ease her building need, despite the tears that trickled down her cheeks, her bonds denying her any measure of relief.

“Miss Cunningham you are an intelligent young woman and must realize that no man of your race would ever touch you now that you bare my mark as anything other than a whore.”

Lee Winn’s voice softly taunted the young teenage beauty. As his finger tips gently teased her puckered taunt rose buds nipples, intensifying the burning need that steadily built in her young innocent body.

“ You know what your body is hungering for Miss Cunningham.......................... All you have to do is ask and I shall grant you what it craves.”

He delighted in the war between the proud young girl’s firry spirit and the fires that raged within her bound supple form demanding to be satisfied. Lee smiled all the more as Samantha bit down on her full ripe lower lips, the crimson stain that marred its sensual beauty as a drop of ruby red blood slid down her chin from the corner of her sweet bowed lips as she fought to have the pain banish the dark fires of her treacherous body, but to no avail. Lee Winn’s finger tip trailed down the young teenaged beauty’s supple body across her quivering belly, the smooth bare skin of her shaven monde to slide along the length of her moist roes pink labia. There was liquid fire in the touch of his finger as wit each pass it cleaved deeper into her, to finally massage her throbbing clitoris.

“All you have to do is ask Samantha.”

 

[Elayne]

Samantha still sobbed softly as the chinese man rubbed some vile unguent into her marked thigh. The mixture was blessedly cool, but did nothing to ease the shame and humiliation she felt.

The warlord took his hands off her to wash them, and Samantha shook her thigh as best she could, as if she could shake the brand loose, make it slide down her slender leg and off.

The man then poured another lotion onto his fingers. He reached forward for her bared breasts and the tall english woman squirmed back against the unyielding rack, soft skin whispering in the dark silk of her gaping jacket. The warlord caught her full left breasts and began rubbing it, massaging the oil into her pale cleavage and kneading her breasts, till they shone with the lotion. The chinese man took particular care in rubbing the slick goo into Samantha's pink nipples and areolas.

Samantha stared at him hatefully, lower lip trembling. He stared back, waiting patiently. Samantha was horrified to realize the oils he had massaged into her breasts and nipples where the same sort he had already annointed her loins with. Soon, the sharp burning heat of the oils sent spikes of pain through her soft flesh. The tall englishwoman looked down her body and could visibly see the pale flesh of her breasts becoming pinker with the heat of the oils. Even her nipples had darkened and were standing out painfully.

Samantha squirmed in her bounds, the discomfort of the oils on her breasts only reminding her of the briefly forgotten sweet agony between her legs. Samantha moaned lowly, bucking slightly on the rack, squirming frantically. Her full breasts bobbed and swayed with her captive thrashing, the touch of the air sending prickles through her skin as she groaned. Yet no matter how she thrashed, she couldn't relief her agonized body.


“Miss Cunningham you are an intelligent young woman and must realize that no man of your race would ever touch you now that you bare my mark as anything other than a whore.” the warlord whispered in a seductive voice.

Samantha whimpered loudly, knowing full well it was true. Some men might be able to forgive or overlook her lost virginity, but few would be willing to ignore that she had been used by a man of another race, certainly not with his cursed mark on her pale skin.

The man toyed with her nipples, teasing them to remind her the stiffness the vile oil had aroused from her supple, soft flesh. Then he slid his finger down, to slid around her sex. Samantha whimpered with the heat of it, like her soft skin had a track of fire running down it.

Samantha bit down sharply on her lower lip, hard enough that she taste a drop of blood, but she tossed her head, her golden hair swaying as she frantically shook her head, refusing to given in to this latest humilation.

 

[cgraven]

Lee Win silently watched as Samantha’s pale beauty blushed with unwanted arousal. Each forlorn whimper tinged with a desperate gasps as her young body demanded release and fulfillment.. Her pitiful trashing as the oil took its full effect the light rose pink of her nipples and areolas soft puffy mounds, her nipples darkening to a deep rose red tautly peeked points on her full firm ripe breasts, as they seductively bounced with her struggles to fight the mounting fire that built with in her very core.

Lee saw the truth of his words strike the proud English beauty like a fist as she whimpered loudly with the full realization that know she could nerve return to or even again enter the world she had known. Samantha bit down sharply on her lower lip, hard enough that she taste a drop of blood, but she tossed her head, her golden hair swaying as she frantically shook her head, refusing to given in to this latest humiliation.

Though her firry spirit refused to bow to a heathen barbarian, the sweet dewy nectar that coated Lee’s finger told quite a different story as to what her young innocent body desired. Lee Winn’s finger slipped from Samantha’s throbbing pearl of love to slide deep with in her. It explored deeply into the moist silken perfection of her young body searching for the one illusive rough spot in all of its moist perfection. Finding it, the tip of his finger gently massaged that sweet spot, another finger joined the first to flutter teasingly over it.

“Miss Cunningham you have a choice you can refuse to submit and suffer greatly till you are broken and have no choice, Or you can submit and feel pleasure you have never imagined.”

Lees fingers brought Samantha to the very edge of the dark abyss that promised her body what it craved, then he held her there tittering on the edge, every fiber of her being pulsating with burning need and yet he still did not grant her it.

“Samantha as I say the choice is yours why suffer needlessly for what we both know will be your fate. I have no wish to break your spirit unless there is no other way.”

It was the first time he had called her Samantha. His voice softly seductive a hint of compassion that gave truth to what he said and yet there was a ring of steel to it that clearly denoted he would break her if that was her choice.

“Samantha If you submit to me what happens to you will carry no guilt, for it is not your will but mine and the responsibility will be mine as well.”

Lee Winn held out a hope to the proud young beauty that she would be guitless.

 

[Elayne]

Samantha groaned softly as she felt his finger sliding towards her entrance. She desperately tried to clench herself to refuse his touch, but she had no strength, or perhaps the vile oils had loosened her muscles. He slid into her easily as one might slip a finger into a limp velvet glove.


“Miss Cunningham you have a choice you can refuse to submit and suffer greatly till you are broken and have no choice, Or you can submit and feel pleasure you have never imagined.” the warlord threatened calmly, his fingers finding a secret spot Samantha had never known before, sending a shudder of purest pleasure through her soft, slender body.

Samantha moaned and squirmed as his fingertips teased and tickled her inner spot, her eyelids fluttering with excitement. She had been raised, like any woman of highborn class, to believe firmly that female pleasure was a dark and sinful business. Oh, she had heard the rumors and gossip about common women and young widows carrying on in scandalous ways with men and never really understood it. With his fingers probing her most sensitive secret spots, she understood.

Had a husband touched her so, she would have willing, even eagerly, surrendered herself into his loving embrace. Had a man of quality, a painter or a poet perhaps, toyed with her so in a private garden in London, she might have succumbed to a tryst and become his mistress.

“Samantha as I say the choice is yours why suffer needlessly for what we both know will be your fate. I have no wish to break your spirit unless there is no other way. Samantha If you submit to me what happens to you will carry no guilt, for it is not your will but mine and the responsibility will be mine as well.”

The warlord's words were seductive, encouraging Samantha to surrender to him peacefully and spare herself the pain he could no doubt inflict on her in this horrific dungeon. The heated sensation of the oils on her breasts and loins practically forced her to surrender herself to his use. Half involuntarily, she spread her slender knees a touch, feeling his probing fingers exploring her unmined depths.

The tall englishwoman could feel passion sweat on her full breasts, slipping down her flat belly. She could feel wetness on her thighs. Her sex had betrayed her again, letting his fingers run rampant inside her. Samantha knew full well she was helpless and he could take her easily against the hard wooden rack.

She opened her mouth to concede. But something inside her made her voice freeze. For this foreign monster who had stripped her, raped her, leashed her like an animal and branded her like a whore, she could simply not force herself to speak any sort of words of submission.

Samantha helplessly shook her head, matted gold hair swaying around her slender shoulds, pale blue eyes piteous.

 

[cgraven]

A ragged sigh escaped Samantha’s parched lips. Lee Win could feel her supple young body embrace the pleasure that he brought to her. He could feel the proud little beauty’s firry spirit begin to yeild to the unimagined pleasure that coursed like living fire through every fiber of her body. Half involuntarily, she spread her slender knees a touch, feeling his probing fingers exploring her unmined depths.
Her bound form glistened with the sweat that bathed her full breasts, to sensually trickle down across her flat belly. The ferial wanton look in her pale smoldering pale blue eyes as she felt wetness of her own sweet nectar shimmering on her silken inner thighs, and her sex that had betrayed her again, eagerly letting his fingers run rampant inside her. He saw the realization in her darkening eyes that Samantha knew full well she was helpless and he could take her easily against the hard wooden rack.

Lee Winn knew how seductive the offer of absolution for what was to be her fate called to the young teenaged beauty’s soul. Samantha’s ripe lips parted as if to speak. Lee saw the longing in his captive beauty to surrender, to accepting that offer of absolution. Yet she spoke no words only helplessly shook her head, matted gold hair swaying around her slender shoulders, pale blue eyes piteously begging him to have mercy on her as her firry spirit made on last desperate bid to quell her wanton passion.

Lee knew that the alluring Miss Cunningham was tittering on the edge, that she had steeled herself to be broken, and had prepared as best she could for the pain to come. Yet Lee Winn did the one thing that she had not been prepared for. Lee came to her and took her with a gentle tenderness, that most young girl’s dream of but seldom experience.

He met the ragging passions of her treacherous body, his words where soft and seductive as he told the proud young girl of her beauty and how it pleased him , of her firry spirit that set his soul ablaze, and how proud he was of her for that strength. Lee Winn wowed both her body and her soul.

At some point the ancient Lue Sing Long loosed the bound that held Samantha’s trim ankles captive, and then later the cuffs that had imprisoned her delicate wrist, as Lee made love to the young beauty .

 

[Elayne]

Samantha closed her pale blue eyes firmly, preparing herself for the worst he might inflict on her.

She felt the tip of his manhood against her velvety entrance once more and steeled herself, attempting to squeeze herself shut against him. Whatever oils he had used on her to set her skin atingle however, loosened and lubricated her. He slid into her fluidly, penetrating her to the hilt.

Samantha gasped and whimpered softly, giving her hips a roll to try to slide back off him, the soft fabric of her jacket rubbing against her pale skin. Held as she was, there was no escape to be hand.

The warlord took her, pressed up against the hard wooden rack. He was gentler then the night before, or perhaps she had been loosened by her previous use and the heated oils. There was an ache in her sex as he used her, but not the stinging pain of their last encounter.

As he stroked in to her, Samantha felt her rump bouncing off the hard wood and soft cloth of her jacket. The elderly chinese woman move around her, loosing her ankles and pulling her legs around the Warlord's waist. Samantha was vaguely aware of her heels bouncing against the backs of his thighs, but could scarely do anything, pinned as she was against the torture device, his manhood probing her secret spots ruthlessly.

A few moments later, Samantha felt her wrists being unbound, her arms limply dropping to lay across his shoulders. Though she was unbound, he still held her pinioned firmly against the wood wall of the rack, pumping into her till she moaned and shuddered. The tall Englishwoman squirmed, her full breasts swaying as sweat dripped down her soft skin. At least the wetness of her body had eased the burning of the harsh aphrodiasic oils she had been annointed with.

The warlord was groaning too, as he reached around Samantha's slender hips to grip her round rear firmly. She could feel his fingers scoring her flesh and rubbing against her skin as she rose and fell, pressed against the wood by his thrusting. His face twisted and he made a beastlike grunt. Samantha shuddered softly as he stiffened and thrust into her sharply.

Samantha felt her knees shake, weak and rubbery, as the chinese man exploded inside her once more.

 

[cgraven]

Lee Winn enjoyed every gasp of pleasure that he tore from the proud English teen beauty’s lips. The way her pale ivory skin contrasted with his. Her body tensed as he claimed her, and the more it clutched and squeezed at his impales cock, even though her spirit and mind rebelled. He could feel Samantha body betraying her again as it embraced the dark forbidden pleasures he brought to her.

Instinctively her long sculptured legs wrapped around his waist when the old women freed them her heels digging into his buttocks drawing lee even deeper into her. Then when her wrist where released Samantha’s arms limply dropping to lay across his shoulders at first but as her body was gripped in the throws of her unwanted passion the teenaged beauty nails bite into his back as she hugged Lee’s body to her.

Locked in a lover’s embrace Lee Winn reached around Samantha's slender hips to grip her firmly rounded derrière, his nails biting into Samantha’s ass. His thrusts now where short and powerful the young girl’s body lurching under him her breast jiggling and bouncing, with their force. Samantha knees shock, he scream of passion, mingling with Lee’s grunts as his climax mingled with her own orgasm.

Thought Samantha Cunningham might try to deny it, rationalize that she had no choice, that her response had merely been caused by aphrodisiac oils, and it had not been her will. In heart of hearts, she knew in the end she had given herself willingly to the Chinaman.

Lee Win collapsed on to his young concubine his cock still buried deep within Samantha grasping pussy. They where both spent, exhausted and sleep soon claimed them. The old woman swept back the young teenaged foreigner’s matted golden hair.

Missy did well. Did I not tell Missy, pleasing her master would bring its own rewards to her?

Lue Sing Long whispered in her broken halting English.

Soon Missy will learn to please her master in other ways, and Missy will find pleasure there to if she triesy.”


Late that afternoon Samantha was again to take that long walk naked lead by her lead back to Lee Winn’s bed chamber. The fresh mark of her brand laying close to her naked pussy for all to see that see was now and forever the Warlord Lee Winn’s property.

Lee gave Samantha two days to rest, Lue Sing Long, attending to her and her healing brand. The old women explained to the proud English beauty how to please her master with her mouth.

”Missey pleasey Lee Winn and Missey’s life be better.”

 

[Elayne]

The warlord seized Samantha's round, firm backside, hard enough to score her pale flesh with his fingers as he gave a final thrust and then slowly loosened and went limp, spent.

The bronze skinned man collapsed forward, leaning against her, pinning her to the wooden rack. She could feel her breasts crushed under his chest as her weak legs slowly slid down his, feet touching the floor. She closed her eyes tightly so she wouldn't have to see her abuser.

After a long moment, he finally pulled out of her and left, seeming exhausted but content.

Samantha slowly sank down the rack, trembling, fighting back tears, as she pulled her knees to her chest, quivering in a ball as the man left her abandoned in the torture room. After a few moments, a gnarled hand pushed back her sweat matted golden hair and the tall englishwoman realized the ancient servant remained in the room.

"Missy did well. Did I not tell Missy, pleasing her master would bring its own rewards to her? Soon Missy will learn to please her master in other ways, and Missy will find pleasure there to if she triesy.” the old woman murmured in english so broken and accent that Samantha could scarcely understand the crone.

Whatever the woman had said, it seemed to have exhausted her supply of words. The woman waited a moment, then reached down, taking the handle of the hated leather leash from where it dangled near Samantha's belly. The servant gave a light tug. Samantha stared at her blankly, still feeling to rubber legged and abused to move, until the older woman gave another sharper tug, forcing Samantha to scramble shakily to her feet.

No sooner than Samantha was on her feet then the older woman tugged down the soiled mandarin jacket, pulling it off Samantha's sweat slicked body and tossing it aside. Then the serving woman tugged sharply, leading Samantha out into the hall way.

Samantha gave a soft mortified shriek as she realized the two guards were still in place by the doors. The tall englishwoman's hands lept up to cover her full breasts instictively, then blushing furiously, one hand darted down to shield her sex. The two guards looked at her with smirking, leering amusement.

The older woman however paid no mind, tugging the nude captive along the hall back to the bedchamber. Samantha realized to her horror that the jacket had been nothing but a cruel jest. Now that she was branded like an animal, this barbarian saw nothing wrong with having her paraded through the halls so that all his minions could see her shame. Not just the cruel brand on her thigh, but the finger marks on her rump, her sweat, even the wetness of his use of her sex, all visible to every guard and servant in his pagoda. After all, if one went to the trouble and expense of acquiring a lovely statue, the Venus D'Milo or some such, you wouldn't cover it, nor hide it away from others envious stares.

The tall englishwoman quickly realized that she didn't have enough hands to cover herself full as she was half dragged along through the halls, and walked in a hunched over posture, trying desperately to shield herself. The older woman looked back at Samantha with an exasperated look and said something in Chinese, sharply, but of course Samantha didn't understand.

Finally, the older woman lead her back into the bedchamber. The serving woman check Samantha's thigh with a cool hand, nodded approvingly and then left Samantha to get some troubled sleep on the midnight sheets of her pallet.

 

[Elayne]

Samantha's Training Begins

Samantha woke the next morning with a sharp start. The englishwoman wasn't accustomed to being an early riser, but her dreamers had permitted her little true rest during the night.

Samantha hurried to the bath chamber, quickly scrubbing herself off and checking her thigh, hoping the horrible encounter of the night before had been a nightmare.

The hateful mark was still blazoned on her thigh, near her newly bared sex. Samantha shuddered in horror as she returned from the bathchamber to the bedroom, only to find that during her quick bath, the elder serving woman had arrived with breakfast.

Lue Sing Long watched Samantha eat her bowl of rice in silence, then took Samantha's leash firmly, leading her out into the hallway. Samantha whimpered and pulled back, fearing she was being led to yet another rape, but the older woman yanked insistently on the leash, with a surprising strength, and Samantha had no choice but to follow along.

The corridors were blessedly uncrowded this early in the morning, for which Samantha was greatful as the old woman led her through the corridor. The golden haired captive was led to a large chamber and tugged inside reluctantly.

Samantha was relieved to see that the room inside was not a torture room and the warlord was no where to be seen. The golden haired woman heaved a heavy sigh of relief to see that nothing more offensive than a few thick matts, a few wall mirrors, and some standing railings adorned the room, which was unfurnished save for a large chest and a simple chair.

Lue Sing Long led Samantha over to a set of twinned railings, about as high as Samantha's hips and a good ten paces long, scarely more than a few handswidths apart. The older servant positioned Samantha between the ends of the two rails, like a race horse in a starting gate, heading over to the chest and opening it, pulling out what looked suspiciously like a leather goad, or perhaps a riding crop.

The old servant returned and gave a command in Chinese, then gave Samantha a light tap on her firm behind with the crop. Samantha started and glared at the older woman furiously, but the older woman simply repeated the command and the tap, this time yanking Samantha's leash, so that the Englishwoman had no choice but to take a few quick steps forward to recover her balance.

Just as quickly as Samantha started forward, the elderly woman gave another command, yanking her leash to halt the enslaved golden haired englishwoman. Lue Sing Long spoke sharply in Chinese, gesturing with the crop. She reached out with the leather goad end, pulling Samantha's arms away from covering her body, pulling them back and crossing the younger woman's wrists at the small of her back. When Samantha's arms were positioned, the chinese woman repeated her original command, giving Samantha another soft tap on the backside.

Samantha took a few nervous steps forward and was halted again. But this time, Lue Sing Long seemed pleased. The elderly chinese woman guided Samantha back to her starting position, then stroked the captive's thick, soft hair approvingly and gave her a pat on the rump.

Samantha was confused as the elderly woman went back over to the chest to retrieve something else. The serving woman returned and kneeled behind Samantha and the englishwoman trembled as leather cuffs were attached to each of her ankles, gently but firmly securing her. A thin, short metal chain attached one cuff to the other. Samantha stared down, a small quiver in her shoulders as she wondered what punishment this was for.

Instead, the older chinese woman straightened, and gave Samantha the command to walk again. Samantha took a step and stumbled, the chain restricting the normally broad strides of her long legs to a short hop.

Lue Sing Long clucked disapprovingly, helping Samantha back to her starting position between the ends of the poles. With the crop, the older servant position Samantha's arms behind her back once more, then tapped first one rail then the other, speaking slowly in Chinese.

Lue Sing Long walked forward along the rails, tapping one rail then the next talking slowly, but firmly, nodding solemnly with each step. When the elderly woman reached the ends of the rails, she turned to face Samantha and beckoned to her, giving the command to walk.

Samantha started forward and the older chinese woman shook her head disapprovingly, then leaned out with the crop to push on the left side of Samantha's hips till the right side brushed the rail.

And then Samantha knew, with horrifying certainity. The old woman had seen how Samantha had walked as she had been dragged from the branding rack to the bedchamber, hunched over and defensive, covering her body as best she could.

Now, Samantha would be trained to walk with her spine straight, wrists folded demurely at the small of her back, not covering her breasts or her sex or her rump from inquisitive eyes. Her steps would be short, demure steps, like a dancer's. The two railings were positioned, at exactly the height of Samantha's hips, the width at exactly where Samantha's hips would reach if she walked with a suggestive sway, a soft roll of her hips with every step.

Samantha blushed furiously, balking and shaking her head angrily, tossing her golden hair and giving the chinese woman a stubborn expression. The older woman swiftly seized Samantha's leash, pushing her into position and then sharply giving the command to walk. When Samantha refused, the asian woman lashed Samantha across the bared bottom with the riding crop. The command was repeated, and the lash, till Samantha reluctantly took a few steps forward, hips swaying.

For more than three hours, the pair worked on Samantha's walk. Lue Sing Long was stern but approving. When Samantha would balk, the elderly woman would speak sharply and perhaps award the englishwoman with a stroke of the crop. But when she walked as instructed, the crone would speak in a soft, approving voice, occassionally reaching out to pet Samantha's hair, or stroke her long back. Once, when Samantha tripped clumsily due to the ankle chain, the older woman even tousled Samantha's hair like a favorite, mischevious daughter. Samantha realized to her shock that the wizened woman was an excellent teacher, like a mixture of a stern but fair governness and an experienced riding instructor, only the filly being instructed had just two long legs and thick golden hair.

At noon, the older woman uncuffed Samantha's ankles and led her out onto the mats. With a sweep of the crop, Samantha was positioned with her legs shoulder width apart. Lue Sing Long walked Samantha through a series of odd movements that had her stretch out her arms and rotated her waist from left to right, then bend at the waist in one direction or the other. After a few minutes, she switched to having Samantha stand on one foot and sweep her arms forward and back, then hop to the other foot and repeat the motions, in an uniquely oriental series of stretches.

Samantha didn't think the motions she was learning were sexual. Certainly, they didn't look at all impressive in the mirrors on the walls. But after an hour of stretching and flexing muscles she scarely knew she had, Samantha actually felt a certain tingle in her body as she limbered and loosened her arms and legs and waist and hips.

The pair breaked for dinner, another bowl of rice with fish of some sort mixed in. Samantha ate the exotic food, and was surprised to discover how hungry she was. The afternoon of stretchs had certainly left her with a surprising appetite.

In the early evening, a time when Samantha might have been sitting to read a book, or listen to her mother play piano, the lessons resumed. This time, the older woman had Samantha opening her mouth and tilt her head back, then hum softly. Next Lue Sing Long encouraged the englishwoman to extend her tongue, stretching it to try to reach her chin then her nose.

Samantha thought the gestures were comical, but the elderly woman was firm, guiding the poor captive through the odd exercises till the room had darkened.

Samantha was lead back to her room at nearly midnight, collapsing on her bed with an exhausted sigh, and falling quickly asleep.

 

[Elayne]

Samantha's Second Day

Samantha's sleep was disturbed on the second day when the elderly servant entered the bed chamber and woke her. Samantha groggily slid out of bed and mechanically took her breakfast and performed her morning bathing.

Afterwards, the elderly Chinese woman had Samantha spread her slender thighs a handspan to inspect the brand. The asian woman looked it over and nodded, the rubbed a touch of ointment on the still fresh marking. Samantha looked down her own body as the other woman worked. The mark still stung occassionally, but stood out sharply, etched perfectly on her pale skin with an artists grace.

After the inspection, Lue Sing Long tugged the leather leash of her belt and looked at Samantha expectantly. The English woman pulled her golden hair back from her face, tilting her delicate chin up, baring her slender throat, leaning forward a touch as the much shorted Lue Sing Long reached up to attach the leash to her her collar and lead her out of the bedchamber. With a shock, Samantha realized she had been leashed so often that it was beginning to lose its horror. The englishwoman thought she might break down and sob if it ever became commonplace.

Lue Sing Long led her through the early morning hallways of the fortress to the training room once more.

The elderly woman had Samantha begin with the routine of stretches and bends, working her arms and legs and waist till they felt almost rubbery. After the asian woman was satisfied that Samantha had limbered up, they moved on to another walking lesson. Samantha moved through the poles once more, practicing the sway of her shapely hips till the servant woman nodded in approval.

Lue Sing Long had Samantha shift to the floor outside the poles, practicing her walking without the poles to provide balance or shape. Sometimes, Lue Sing Long would walk behind Samantha, occassionally making a comment in Chinese. Other times, the older woman would walk before Samantha, forcing the english girl to match her pace, which the older woman varied from a slow march to a fast trot. Finally, the older woman nodded in approval and gave Samantha's hair a tousle before letting go of the younger woman's lead.

Samantha took the opportunity to collapse ungracefully on the mats, taking a few moments to catch her breath, feeling her arms and legs. She wasn't used to a regime of exercise and training, and though the stretches and walking weren't hard, they were enough that over a few hours a fine sweat had gathered on Samantha's breasts and stomach.

At noon, Lue Sing Long took hold of Samantha's lead once more and led her out into the hallway. The older woman marched through the fortress briskly and Samantha had to hurry to keep up, despite her much longer legs. Samantha was so focused on moving swiftly despite her short strides, she scarely noticed the ogling she recieved from the guards.

It wasn't until the two were standing in the kitchen that Samantha really thought about the strangeness of it. The servants paid her no mind, scarcely acknowledging her presence, let alone looking at her. She stood, taller than anyone in the fortress save for the warlord himself, naked as the day she was born, forbidden from covering her full breasts or round rump or bare pink sex, yet no servant dared look upon her. She felt a bit like Godiva, and perhaps a touch of fear that the mark on her thigh could inspire such terror that men would not even look at a nude woman in their midst. The vulgar looks she recieved from the guards were almost natural next to the servants resolute act that she didn't exist.

The servants brought Lue Sing Long two bowls of rice and the older woman handed a bowl over to Samantha. The two women ate a quiet lunch in the kitchen. Afterwards, the older woman reached up and quickly popped something small into Samantha's mouth.

Samantha was shocked to discover it was a small piece of chocolate. She was even more shocked at the small burst of affection she felt for the older woman at receiving the reward treat. Lue Sing Long winked conspiratorily, then led the younger woman back to the training room.

In the training room, Lue Sing Long tapped a mat, indicating that Samantha should sit. Samantha sat nervously on the mat and faced one of the tall mirrors. As with the evening before, Lue gestured and mimicked, instructing Samantha to open her mouth and extend her tongue.

Samantha worked through the series of odd facial exercises, till Lue Sing Long went to the chest and retrieved yet another training tool. Samantha eyed the tool, wondering what it was. Lue Sing Long gestured for the englishwoman to open her mouth. Samantha slowly parted her lips into an O, as she had practiced and was shocked when the older chinese woman took the wooden object and carefully slid it into Samantha's mouth.

Samantha gagged and scuttled back in horror, realizing suddenly that the wooden piece was a phallus, carved to perfectly represent a man's part, polished to smoothness that would defy splinters.

”Missey pleasey Lee Winn and Missey’s life be better.” the older woman said in her horribly accented english, reaching out to catch Samantha's leash, preventing her escape.

Firmly but not harshly, Lue Sing Long rested the phallus against Samantha's full lips, then squeezed the younger woman's jaw, till she could slide the phallus into Samantha's mouth once more.

For a good twenty minutes, the older Chinese woman simply waited, letting Samantha get used to the phallus in between her teeth. Samantha screwed her eyes shut in humiliation.

Finally, the wizened instructor took the end of the phallus and began to slowly scrape it back and forth across Samantha's tongue. Samantha fought back bile.

After a long evening, Samantha was led bitterly back to her chambers to fling herself down on the bed, thinking murderously about Lue Sing Long, the warlord, and her entire miserable station.

 

[cgraven]

Lee Winn had given Lue Sing Long specific instructions on how he desired for the ancient mandarin to train his newest acquisition. Far from being a nameless old crone Lue Sing Long, had since her youth been trained in the ways a women could give pleasure with her body to a man and how to gain pleasure for herself as well. Yet that was only a part of her abilities as she also knew how to please a women’s body as well. She had been the mistress of the emperor himself at one time and a concubine to the empress as well. She had taken many lovers in her long life both men and women as was rich and powerful in her own respect.

Each evening Lue Sing Long would come to Lee Winn and report on Samantha’s progress, noting the young girl’s progress. Lee Win would listen and then consider what he wished to do next.

“My Lord Lee Winn she needs one more day for her brand to heal and to learn the finer arts of pleasing a man with her mouth. To rush her would be ill advised my Lord Winn.”

The ancient woman paused as she knelt before him, he eyes downcast then she placed her hand on his knee and looked up into his eyes.

“Lee you asked me to train her and not to break her spirit.”

Lue Sing drew the wig from her head her shimmering raven locks cascaded down to across her face and neck as she wiped the make up from her face, on the sleeve of her peasant’s jacket. Far from being the withered crone that Samantha saw her as she was only in her late 30’s and a rare beauty.

“I implore you my Lord lee one more day.”

She rested her cheek on his thigh as his hand stroked her soft fair.

One more day Lue Sing, just one more day.


The next morning Lue Sing Long, once again in the guise of the ancient crone, came with the dawn to Samantha, she stood there watching the golden haired beauty as she slept sensually sprawled on the covers where she had collapsed no more than four hours ago. The memory of the feel of her golden hair as Lue Sing tousled during the training sessions, the way the young foreign beauty’s hips rolled when she walked, her proud firm young breast, and Samantha’s delicate nipples brought a smile to Lue Sing’ face. To have such a creature, so young so innocent, the longing pained Lue Sing Long. She pushed it a side and called.

“Missy wakey up time to bathe”

Samantha’s daily ritual began as Lue Sing Long half dragged the still sleeping beauty to her bath, the young teenaged beauty’s eyes only half open, her eye lids heavy , caught half way between sleep and being awake. Warm, sensually scented water flowing over Samantha’s pale ivory skin. Yet his time Lue Sing hands seemed to caress the young golden beauty’s body more intimately then before, the seemed to tease her nipples to taunt peeks, paid closer attention to her young sex’s delicate folds, while cupping the girl’s breasts, and the older woman’s body pressed close to hers. Lue Sing Long brushed Samantha’s long soft hair over her right shoulder the seductively kissed the nape of the girl’s next as she drew th proud English beauty’s neck to that kiss. Lue Sing felt the girl’s body stiffen and resumed washing her as in the past.

“Come Missy.”

She held open the towel wait for the golden beauty to come to her so she could dry her. Thought not as overly seductive as the bath had been The ancient woman made it a very sensual experience for the confused young beauty, and took longer than usual to brush out her shimmering golden tresses.

The hour in the training room where grueling as again Samantha had to take the wooden phallus into her mouth. By noon the proud beauty was able to take its full length and could tilt and open her throat to it. Lue Sing Long coached her on how to breathe , the use of her tongue and how to suckle it properly. As was the pattern of the last to days the riding crop and leash where used to correct her, all the commands where in Chinese. The old woman’s eyes beamed with pride for her student, gave Samantha's hair a tousle in her student. Then she led her to the kitchens for lunch.

The afternoon session began with her student kneeling as before, as she went to the chest. Lue Sing strapped on a harness with Phallus attached to it and pressed it to Samantha’s moist red lips. She softly spoke a command in Chinese for the girl to open her mouth and take the phallus into it.

 

[Elayne]

Samantha was hauled from her bed with surprising abruptness the next morning and ushered into the bathing chamber almost urgently.

The tall englishwoman blinked her pale blue eyes groggily, trying to shake the grains of sleep out of them as the elderly servant began to pour water down her back and scrub her spine with perfumed soap.

Samantha stiffened as the older chinese woman reached around to cup her breasts, washing the soft curves of Samantha's bosom and wiping off her nipples, leaving them a touch stiffer than usual. The old woman's hands dipped down to scrub across Samantha's sex and the englishwoman yelped sharply. Still, the serving woman showed no hesitation or discomfort in washing Samantha's bare shaven sex, only leaning up to kiss the nape of Samantha's neck reassuringly.

Before Samantha's reeling mind could even form her protests into words, the bath was offer, with Lue Sing Long quickly wrapping a towel around the taller captive and rubbing her dry slowly, taking her time to towel off Samantha thoroughly, then slowly brushing out Samantha's thick blonde hair till it shone and fell, smooth and manageable as silk.

Lue Sing Long seemed pleased with herself as she stepped away, like an artist who had just finished an excellent painting. The older woman reattached the leash to Samantha's collar and lead the englishwoman out of the room, guiding her out to the training room.

Lue Sing Long led Samantha to a mat and as before, the pair began with a series of stretches and exercises. Samantha swung her arms and bend at her waist, stretching her thighs, till her muscles were sore from the long periods of extension, yet whatever the exercises were, they must have been effective, for the older woman was certainly spry and flexible for her age, with no signs of extra weight that came with age.

After the stretches were completed, the older woman motioned for Samantha to sit with a murmured chinese word. Lue Sing Long went to the chest and retrieved the wooden phallus, returning and placing it against Samantha's lips once more, murmuring "tiǎn shǔn" to the englishwoman.

Samantha, shook her head, stubbornly refusing to open her mouth. The older teacher simply snapped the leash sharply, murmuring the command again, more forcefully, pressing the phallus against Samantha's soft lips till finally she worked it into her mouth.

The older servant woman tugged Samantha's leash, forcing her to lift her chin, until she could press the phallus in to the point where Samantha felt it sliding past her tonsils and into her throat. For a long stretch after that, Samantha was simply permitted to hold the hateful thing in place and breath, till she learned how to breath around the obstruction.

After Lue Sing Long had contented herself that the younger woman could breath and take the length of the wooden shaft, she lightly pulled the phallus out of Samantha's mouth. "Tiǎn shǔn!" the woman instructed again.

Samantha balked, shaking her head defiantly, golden hair swaying. The elder woman simply leaned over the kneeling englishwoman and slapped her on the backside with the crop. Samantha started and glared at her instructor bitterly. The older woman simply repeated her command, holding the phallus steady, then tugging Samantha's leash until she was force to lean forward and press her lips to the wood device. Under the strict tutelage of the older woman, Samantha was forced to kiss the tip of the phallus, to wrap her tongue around it, to lick it from stem to stern, even to suck on it as a vulgar child might suck on a candy. The worst, Samantha discovered, was the mirrors. Every exercise she was put through, she had to see her reflection in the tall mirrors, see her cheeks puffing and lips curling around the block of wood.

Lue Sing Long seemed pleased however, tousling Samantha's hair affectionately, then giving the leash a light tug, a silent command for Samantha to stand. "Gēn," the servant woman commanded, then turned and marched out into the hallway.

Samantha followed her, once more walking through the halls towards the kitchens of the fortress. The two had a quick lunch in the kitchens, ignored by the servants as always, followed by a quick march back to the training room.

Samantha stood on one of the mats as Lue Sing Long went over to the chest and began to rummage through it. The older woman looked over her shoulder and murmured "xià guì".

Samantha gracefully folded at her knees, sliding down to kneel on the mats, her round rump resting on her heels and her hands on her knees.

The tall englishwoman blinked in surprise. She didn't know and refused to know the barbaric language of these people, but after being forced to her knees half a hundred times over the course of the last few days, she had learned that xià guì meant for her to kneel. She was slightly horrified to see that had done so, and even more horrified to discover as she had done so, she had instinctively kept her elbows out, not obscuring her full breasts, as Lue Sing Long had insisted.

The older servant woman turned around with a pleased smile, and as she did, Samantha blinked in shock. The older woman had fixed a leather belt around her waist, and from the belt was fixed another phallus.

Lue Sing Long walked over to the kneeling woman, resting one surprisingly smooth hand on the base of the wooden block and slowly rubbing it against Samantha's lips. Samantha tilted her head back, leaning away, but Lue Sing Long only gave her a light tap on the bottom with the crop, holding her in place.

"Tiǎn shǔn," the chinese woman murmured firmly. Unwillingly, Samantha parted her lips, kissing the tip of the wooden thing. The tip of her tongue instinctively flitted out to caress the sides and underside of the phallus. The englishwoman had learned the value of lubrication at least. Slowly, Lue Sing Long leaned in, sliding the pole into Samantha's mouth and the captive woman tilted her chin up to permit the length to slip into her throat without balking.

For the next several hours, Lue Sing Long worked Samantha's oral technique, strictly correcting her with the crop and leash as she assumed various positions.. Standing up, sitting in the chair, lying down. Several times, she forced Samantha onto her back and slid the phallus into her mouth from above.

In the early evening, Lue Sing Long finally slid the appartus out of Samantha's now dry mouth.

"Missy do good.. she know kǒu jiāo now," the asian governness murmured, unstrapping the appartus and replacing it in the chest.

Samantha scrambled to her feet, coughing drily. Her throat was sore and scratched from hours and hours of training. She looked over her shoulder at one of the mirrors on the wall behind her and discovered her round rump was lined and lightly pinkened from dozens of applications of the crop, each light but in number enough to leave a soft flush on her pale behind.

"I.. I'm thirsty," Samantha murmured, her throat dusty and cracked.

Lue Sing Long nodded and walked over to Samantha. The older woman took Samantha's leash and opened the door, murmuring "Gēn," and strolling out.

Gēn, Samantha had learned, meant to follow.. No, sharper than that. Harsher, more animalistic. Gēn meant heel. Samantha flushed at that realization, but had little choice but to follow along as the crone like woman led her back to the kitchens.