A Victorian Tale

[Elayne]

The older chinese woman marched Samantha swiftly to the kitchen, pushing up the door and speaking to one of the kitchen workers.

The man nodded and scuttled off for whatever task he had been set.

Lue Sing Long turned to Samantha and motioned for the taller englishwoman to turn around. Samantha turned slightly and the governness quickly slid a silk cloth around Samantha's wrists where they were crossed at the small of her back. With a practiced twist, the older woman bound Samantha's wrists and then nodded sharply, giving Samantha a reassuring toussle of her golden hair and a light pat on her firm, pinkened rear.

The serving man returned with a large, low bowl of water, bowing profusely to the older woman.

Lue Sing Long turned to Samantha and murmured in Chinese, "Kneel." Samantha obediently slid down to her knees, hating herself for it, but not seeing any need to be humiliated with the leash in front of these servants.

With a brusque nod, Lue Sing Long indicated to the servant to set the bowl down. The man bend and rested the bowl of water in front of Samantha.

Samantha licked her parched lips miserably, twisting her wrists, longing to slip her bonds so she could take the bowl of clean, fresh water. She tilted her chin, looking up to the older woman pleadingly with tilted blue eyes, but the governness had walked over to speak quietly with another servant, ignoring her young charge entirely.

Samantha looked longingly at the water, and then realized suddenly what this little game of Lue Sing Long's was. A time ago, perhaps even only two days, Samantha would have refused violently. Today, her pride cracked by hours of relentless training, her throat dry and lips parched, she cracked.

Samantha bend forward at her supple waist, her full breasts brushing against the ground as she leaned and lowered her lips to the bowl of water. She drank from the bowl as nimbly as she was able, hands still fixed behind her back as she lapped at the clean water. It was humiliating, but the cool fresh water soothed her throat enough that Samantha considered the trade almost worth it.

She continued to drink until Lue Sing Long caught her leash from behind, giving it a light tug, pulling Samantha to her feet.

"Gēn," the chinese woman murmured, pulling Samantha back out into the hallway and taking her back to the bed chamber and a night of fitful rest.

 

[cgraven]

Lue Sing Long Had worked the proud young teenaged English beauty hard all morning, the strap on phallus working deep with in Samantha’s virgin mouth and throat, as the Chinese governess taught the young beauty the finer points of oral sex. The harsh lessons where not just confined to taking the hard unyielding foreign object into her sweet mouth and throat but also how to use her tongue and mouth on the artificial gentles. The golden haired beauty was exhausted when it was time for lunch, and Lue Sing was in a foul mood as the haughty English beauty had not responded as Lue Sing had hoped that morning to the sensually invite bath.

Lue Sing watched in delight as Samantha licked her parched lips miserably, twisting her wrists, desperate for the cool refreshing water as the blonde goddess knelt ther bound on the kitchen floor, her ageless face an unreadable mask, until the proud beauty’s longing for that cool refreshing water cracked her iron will and pride and Samantha bend forward at her supple waist, her full breasts brushing against the ground as she leaned and lowered her lips to the bowl of water. Lue Sing was delighted with the sight of this proud golden haired beauty lapping the water from the bowl like a treasured pet, her pale alabaster skin blushing crimson in her humiliation. Unbeknown to Samantha the water she greedily lapped had been laced with a mild opiate which would soon place the teenaged beauty in a deep dream like state.

"Gēn,"

And with a tug on the girl’s leash Lue Sing led her still bound to the bed chamber, only then did Lue Sing release Samantha’s bound wrist. It took the greatest of patience for the Chinese woman to a wait for the golden haired teen beauty to fall into a half dream state. Lue Sing Long with hot soapy water and a razor again shaved the girl “Venus Mound” and pussy smooth. She slipped silken cords around Samantha’s delicate wrist binding her firmly to the head board of the bed. Then she sensually kissed the drugged and bound beauty, savoring the sweetness of her young innocent mouth. Lue Sing Long mouth, lips and tongue nourished the latent passions of the teenager’s soft and supple body, tempting her flesh, teasing and pleasing it as only a woman knew how to, until Lue Sing claimed the young innocent’s smooth bare sex.

Lue Sing delighted in the sweet taste of Samantha’s sweet nectar the passion and orgasms she wrung from this sweet drugged beauty until the girl lay panting in spent with the pleasure that ripped through her young body. For this one night the golden haired goddess was hers, in the morning Lue Sing Long would lead her to her master and have the proud English beauty serve him with her mouth.

The night was half spent when Lue Sing left the hapless beauty to get what restless she could knowing that in the coming days she would be haunted by the obscene dream of surrendering her body to another woman, never to know if it had been reality or just a dream.



Lee Winn watched as Lue Sing Long led Samantha to him her back straight her hips seductively rolling, the girl’s wrist bound behind her back to kneel before him.

Missy now pleasey her Master with her mouthy.

 

[Elayne]

Samantha trembled as she was led back from the kitchens to her bedroom. Her knees felt a bit wobbly as she walked. The golden haired englishwoman felt dazed by her situation, her pale blue eyes sliding across the tangle of hallways and the blurred faces of the guards who she for once barely noticed.

When Lue Sing Long led her back to her room and unbound her, Samantha flopped down on the bed and curled up in a ball, feeling woozy and near to sickness.

Through out the night, Samantha had troubled dreams. She dreamt that a succubus, terrible in mien but hauntingly familiar, climbed atop of her soft flesh and ravaged her mouth with kisses.

Samantha moaned and thrashed as she dreamed the demoness savaged her breasts, kissing and licking with unholy fervor. The englishwoman tried to move her hands to cover herself from the fiend of her dreams but found her arms heavy and immobile and could do nothing but watch as the wicked creature plunged lower, diving between Samantha's slender thighs as she bucked and wailed.

When Samantha awoke, her wrists and breasts were tender, her sheets still damp with sweat from her night terrors. Her throat was dry and she felt almost drained. Foolish fancies, she berated herself. Peasant dreams of succubi.

Still, after her beastly treatment, raped and branded and prepared for yet further sexual abuse, she felt herself entitled to troubled sleep. Samantha rose and stumbled to the bathchamber before Lue Sing Long even appeared, quickly bathing herself and washing away the feel of the succubus that still lingered on her skin.

As she toweled herself off, Samantha shivered, still feeling a touch light headed. I've been days without a stitch to wear... like as not, I'm catching the influenza.

When she emerged from the baths, Samantha found the older servant woman waiting. The older woman smiled at her, brightly and seemingly particularly pleased with herself this morning. Samantha ate her breakfast bowl of rice and sipped the cup of sweet jasmine scented tea.

Even as Samantha ate, the governness attached the now familiar leash to Samantha's collar. When Samantha rose from her meal, automatically falling into her walking stance, the older woman slipped behind her. Samantha shivered lightly as the governess coiled the silk line around her wrists as she had the day before, binding Samantha's hands at the small of her back.

Lue Sing Long took the end of the leash, remaining behind Samantha and murmuring "kāi dòng" to the englishwoman softly.

That was the command Samantha had learned meant that she was to march, walking ahead of Lue Sing Long at the end of the lead. Samantha headed out of her bedchambers and into the hallway, starting down towards the Training room. Yet at a cross hallway she had never previously been down, the older woman gave her leash a light tug, indicating that Samantha should turn left and head down that hall.

Samantha did, reaching a tall doorway, with two guards stationed outside.

The guards opened the door without a word, not even bothering to leer at Samantha as most of the guards did. Lue Sing Long gave the leash a light shake, setting Samantha to pace forward into the room.

The room was what Samantha could only term a throne room. Long, with a high vaulted ceiling, despite the austere decorations and the lack of courtiers.

The only man in the hall way sat on the throne and Samantha instantly recognized him as her tormenter, the warlord whom had forced her from her pleasant home in civilized Europe.

The older servant woman pressed her forward, reluctantly. Samantha felt her back stiffen like no training could have encouraged, staring sullenly at the ground, soft lips set resolutely as she was herded towards him.

She could feel his eyes on her as she approached. He wasn't a civilized man and didn't even bother to pretend to look at her face. He stared hungrily at her full breasts as they swayed with her steps, his dark eyes traveling down to watch the roll of her soft, round hips, the pinkness of her bare sex peeking out with her graceful, short steps.

At the foot of his throne, Lue Sing Long gave a slight tug downwards with the leash, and Samantha was forced to kneel before him.

"Missy now pleasey her Master with her mouthy." Lue Sing Long said in her horribly broken english and Samantha tossed her head defiantly, glaring hatefully at the warlord's knees.

 

[cgraven]

The only man in the hall way sat on the throne and Samantha instantly recognized him as her tormenter, the warlord whom had forced her from her pleasant home in civilized Europe. Her back stiffen like no training could have encouraged, staring sullenly at the ground, soft lips set resolutely as she was herded towards him.

Lee Winn watched intently as the cowed little English beauty walked towards him her delicate wrist bound behind her back. Lue Sing Long was a master of the dramatic, the way she had bound the golden haired goddess’s wrist forced the girl’s firm young breast up and out perfectly displaying her cinnamon areolas, and dusky pink rose bud nipples. The way her supple youthful form swayed with her steps, the roll of her soft round hips, and the pinkness of her bare sex peeking out with her graceful, short steps so innocently seductive. Lee would steal glances of her angelic face her full ripe moist lips, when the young beauty demurely averted his eyes. It only took a slight tug on the teenaged beauty’s leash to bring her to her knees at his feet. Lee Winn could see the pride that Lue Sing took in her young protégé.

"Missy now pleasey her Master with her mouthy." Lue Sing Long said in her horribly broken English and Samantha tossed her head defiantly, glaring hatefully at the warlord's knees.

Lee repressed the smile that threatened to play at the corners of his mouth for far from being an old peasant woman who could hardly speak English, Lue Sing’s command of the barbaric tongue was almost as good as his own, again Winn was impressed by the Chinese beauty’s flare for the dramatic, for she did so love her little games.

Lee returned his attention to the golden haired young beauty kneeling bound at his feet. He saw the defiant tossed her head, and her glaring hatefully, yet he said nothing nor did he appear to react to it, yet Samantha knew how swiftly his unreadable countenance could turn violent. Lue Sing Long crept up to the throne’s dais on her hands and knees, her movements far to fluid graceful, and seductive for a women of her supposed age. Her long delicate fingers opened his silken robes exposing his manhood to Samantha. Before retreating behind the young girl.

“Miss Cunningham I have no wish to punish you, for such rare beauty as yours should not be marred with out good cause.”

He paused as her head snapped up her lips parting as to speak. Lee placed a single finger to her moist lips.

“You think that when I branded you Miss Cunningham that it was meant to disfigure you to claim you as my property…………… Have you been molested by any of the household Miss Cunningham?..............NO……..If I had not branded you then every guard would have raped you by now.”

Lee voice was not angry, but soft and gentle as if he where explaining to a petulant child something she had never considered before, that in fact her fate could have been much worst that it had been.

“Yes I took your virginity that first night and I dare say with more compassion and tenderness then the women of China have had at the hands of your countrymen in Hong Kong or Shanghai.I did not have to let Lue Sing Long teach you how to give pleasure with your mouth or how to gain pleasure from it for your self, I could have simply taken my pleasure with not compassion for you.”

Lee Winn spoke open and honestly to her, his dark eyes holding the stunning little beauty’s captive, showing her that there was no guile or deceit in what he said.

“Yet you kneel there wrapped in your false pride, thinking you are some how better than I. China my dear Miss Cunningham was a civilized country of laws and justice when your ancestors painted them selves blue, went into battle naked, with your Druids hopping on one foot hurling curses at Cesar and his legions, to die in their barbaric ignorance. China wanted nothing from your England, now your countrymen come with their warships and army’s to enslave Chain with opium. Tell me Miss Cunningham who really is the Barbarian and Slave Master; is it I or your queen and her government?”

 

[Elayne]

Samantha stared balefully at the warlord's knees as Lue Sing Long crept forward, the older woman's unnaturally smooth hands reaching down to unbelt the warlord's robes and tug them open.

His manhood emerged from the robe, already somewhat turgid and Samantha suppressed a shudder at the thing. She didn't want that thing inside her in the least bit and certainly not in her mouth, an unnatural port that violated common decency in her opinion.

“Miss Cunningham I have no wish to punish you, for such rare beauty as yours should not be marred with out good cause.” he said calmly and Samantha stiffened in outrage. How dare he speak to her of not marring her, with her thigh still discoloured from the painful experience of her branding?

He halted her outburst with a finger across her soft lips, continuing to say
“You think that when I branded you Miss Cunningham that it was meant to disfigure you to claim you as my property…………… Have you been molested by any of the household Miss Cunningham?..............NO……..If I had not branded you then every guard would have raped you by now.”

Samantha shuddered as she realized his tone was earnest. He honestly believed that he was protecting her by claiming her as his property. He had had her yanked from her comfortable London home, subjected to a humiliating sea voyage, raped her, branded her, set a servant to train her like an animal, yet he thought that he was kind simply because he had been capable of worse. What truly bothered Samantha was that she strongly suspected that more than one of the guards would have raped her eagerly. From the expectant way the men looked at her, it was simply a matter of time before their lord would withdraw his protection.

He continued his tale, seemingly intent on justifying his actions to her. Samantha shuddered and stared at him feeling a sick tilt in her belly as he continued to expound his views.

Finally, she shook her head, golden hair swaying. His views might have made sense to him, but of course they made little sense to her. For one thing, her ancestors, the Britons, were members of the Roman legions that had taken Britain from the howling savagery of the painted irish and their heathen druids. For another, the claims about opium made little sense to her, for the London public paid little attention to the actions of the East India Trading company at the far end of the world. England had gone to war with China recently she knew, but because China had tried to execute British sailors who were subject to Imperial Law, as far as she knew.

 

[cgraven]

Finally, she shook her head, golden hair swaying, not only was this young beauty proud and willful but also she apparently was ignorant of everything but her own pampered world and cared little if anything about the plight of others. Finally Lee Winn let out an exasperated sigh as she continued stared balefully at the warlord's knees, wrapped in her self righteous piety.

“Obviously Miss Cunningham you think you where randomly snatched off the streets of London as if some outrageous quirk of fated stole you from the life of privilege and ease that you had known, stolen from your mother’s side in “Lime house “, to be sold into a life of slavery.”

He saw that the shock in her stunning eyes as he related the last time that she had seen her mother.

“Yet did she scream calling for the “Beatles” or anyone to come rescue you, or did she simply walk away leaving you to an unknown fate at the hands of your abductors? Do you not remember the series of foreigners that came to your father’s house, the way they looked at you, evaluating your youth and beauty?”

Lee Winn barked a sharp order to Lue Sing as he drew a document from the sleeve of his silk robe. Lue Sing Long came to him quickly there was a youthful stride to her step, the appearance of an elderly woman gone from her movements as she approached Winn to retrieve the documents and held it up for the proud young beauty to read. There in her own father’s hand was the bill of sale that had sold Samantha into slavery the terms and conditions of her sale clearly outlined, the price for her virtue and honor, set at 5,000.00 pounds sterling, the price that would save her family from the fall from social grace and the stigma of joining the ranks those unfortunates condemned to debtors prison. The finally barb was her mothers delicate hand just below her father’s signature. Lee saw the tears shimmering in the teenaged beauty’s soft pale blue eyes as finally the truth became evident to her, that it was her own parents that had condemned her to this life as a slave her young body sold for this heathen’s pleasure his to do with her as he pleased.

“You have but two choices Miss Cunningham you may either serve me, and live a life of decadent luxury, or you may amuse me as I give you to another to watch you used for my pleasure.”

He tuned to Lue Sing Long his eyes dark and foreboding.

“Lue Sing Long I know your dark pleasure would you like to sample our proud young beauty’s charms?”

The Chinese beauty swept the wig from her head, wiped the make up from her face then shook lose her midnight black silken tresses a wicked smile creasing her lips, and her tongue gliding over lips in anticipation of enjoying the young blonde beauty’s sweet charms, this time with the ravishing beauty full conscious of what was being done to her.

Most certainly My Lord Winn if it would please you.”

Gone was the woman’s broken English, only a sight hint of a Chinese accent remaining. eyes tuned to behold the proud young beauty, kneeling at Lee’s feet her delicate wrist bound behind her back totally helpless except for her choice to submit to the War lord or be taken by her in front of him for his pleasure.

“The choice is yours Miss Cunningham chose wisely.”

The two paths lay before the tortured young beauty submit to him or become the sexual play toy of Lue Sing for his amusement.

 

[Elayne]

The warlord taunted her with the details of her humiliating kidnapping and she glared at him hateful. Then he produced a document, handing it to her.

Samantha read the paper Lue Sing Long handed her, scarely paying attention to anything else around her. It was in English, surprisingly. The note was a bill of sale for one Samantha Coleman to Lee Winn for the some of 5,000 pounds of sterling. At least she had fetched a princely sum, Samantha thought bitterly. As her eyes scanned down the paper that was the ultimate source of her ruin and enslavement, Samantha felt tears building in her pale blue eyes.

But that was nothing when compared to the betrayal she felt when she reached the bottom. Signed, beside his seal, in his own handwriting, was her father's name. And right beneath it, her mothers.

Samantha choked back a sob. She had remembered the odd parade of rogues and villains who her father had hosted for dinners or luncheons, and there had been Chinese amongst them. She thought it pertained to some adventure her father meant to undertake in the East, perhaps a contract with the East India Company to refill the coffers he had so wantonly emptied.

But her father, it seemed, was not a man to seek an honest remedy for his financial plight, nor even accept his well deserved debtor's prison. Instead, he had found an easy way out.. A way that had brought him 5,000 pounds of sterling, more than enough to settle his debts and even have enough left for his own comforts.

Samantha choked back another sob. She had been utterly betrayed and destroyed by her own parents. There would be no rescue forthcoming, because while her family knew exactly where she was, they didn't care. They had her value and didn't care if that meant surrendering her person to a beast she had never seen before and didn't even hold to proper Christian morals.

As Samantha struggled not to show the depth of her hurt, Lue Sing Long, the governness, swept out her long grey hair, shaking flour from it, revealing black tresses. She began wiping off her face, showing a much younger woman inside the stooped crone she had pretended to be. Older than Samantha, perhaps by as much as fifteen or even twenty years, but not the ancient, grandmotherly woman she had disguised herself as. Even she was a liar it seemed.

“You have but two choices Miss Cunningham you may either serve me, and live a life of decadent luxury, or you may amuse me as I give you to another to watch you used for my pleasure.” he said in a darkly amused tone.

Samantha tried to conceive a way out. There was no lesser evil, really. Either she took the warlord's manhood in her mouth, in contravention to nature, or she would be abused by another woman, an even greater contravention to nature. Her family would not rescue her. Samantha shuddered in horror and dismay. Her situation was truly hopeless.

Samantha leaned forward, her mouth opening slightly, feeling bile in her throat at what she knew she would have to do.

 

[cgraven]

Lee Winn knew well the subtitles of pressure, how to apply physical pain , or mental anguish, to convince the unwilling to bend to his will. He had deliberately chosen mental anguish in Samantha Cunningham case. He knew that the young teenaged beauty’s “Achilles Heel” was her pride, the superiority of her “White” race over the “Yellow” horde, her pious Christian values over this Heathenism, yet now she was faced with a document that gave lie to all she thought she had known as unshakably true, the bead rock that gave strength to her pride, and the foundation of all her beliefs swept away by the delicate hand of her mother, and her fate sealed by her own father’s signet.

Her sweet dear mother that had taken her every Sunday to the local chapel, who sat with her hands piously folded as she listened intently to the Ministers admonitions on the wages of sin, who had chastised the young girl severely for just casting an eye on a village lad who was far beneath the Cunningham’s social status less Samantha brought dishonor to the family, and who had sanctimoniously told the girl to guard her virtue till her wedding night, had not only consented to her husband sale of their daughter but had delivered the innocent young girl into their hands for money.

Her dear Papa, the dashing solider who had fought with Wellington at Waterloo, who had doted on her, the rock that as a child she ran too to chase away her fears, who spoke of “chinks”, “waggies”, and “demandable heathen’s”, who schooled her in the righteous destiny of England to rule theses lesser people, these sub humans, until they could properly be civilized, had sold her and sealed his own daughter’s fate with his signet. He had sold her to a “Yellow Heathen for the best price he could get.

Lee saw how she choked back her sobs, he could see the silent torment of her mind, even as the tears fell from her soft pale blue eyes and her head bowed to lean forward, her mouth opening slightly. His hand gently came to rest on her soft silken golden hair, Lee did not force her down demanding she take him into her mouth, but rather his touch was gentle and tender, as if to comfort his proud little beauty, in her desperate moment of betrayal, the only hand that reached out to the girl, so lost and alone, and the only truly gentle touch she had know in mounths.

 

[Elayne]

Samantha bend forward and he reached out, resting his hand on the top of her head, not cruelly or forcefully, but expectantly.

Lue Sing Long, the new Lue Sing Long, sighed slightly, then shrugged, and murmured in "tiǎn shǔn", the command she had forced Samantha to learn.

Nervously, Samantha parted her soft, full lips. She exhaled slightly and the brush of her breath seemed enough to make his manhood turgid as she leaned forward. He stroked her hair as he guided her down, his manhood sliding up into between her lips.

Samantha choked slightly in horror, blue eyes widening in panic. The texture, warmth, and taste of his male part was almost sickening to her.. But he slid into her mouth easily, her training from Lue Sing Long leaving her throat loose and helping her to stop from gagging.

She closed her eyes to withdraw into herself, scarcely paying attention to her surroundings and fixing her thoughts on more pleasant things.

Samantha was distantly aware that her tongue was working in slow, nimble circles, that her lips pulsed and suckled. But it seemed like a distant, unknown woman who did those things Lue Sing Long had taught her by rote.

 

[cgraven]

At Lue Sing’s subtitle command nervously, Samantha parted her soft, full lips. She exhaled slightly and the brush of her breath seemed enough to make his manhood turgid as she leaned forward. He stroked her hair as he guided her down, his manhood sliding up into between her lips.

The wash of the young bound beauty’s warm moist breathe on his penis trilled Lee Winn, yet he could see the teenaged golden beauty was retreating into herself, to some private place, and though she had been trained very well, her performance was merely by rote. Yet this detached state pleased him, for it meant her guard was down, and she was vulnerable, in a state where he could take advantage of her loneliness, her betrayal. His eyes beheld a young girl in her first blush of womanhood, still more child than woman and that child within her needed to be loved and cherished, the woman needed to have her awakened passions and needs fulfilled. He nodded to Lue Sing The Chinese beauty gave a sly knowing smile for she had seen what Lee Winn had seen With the patient yet demanding touch that the young beauty was so accustomed to Lue Sing voice and hands guided lower she took more of the warlord into her chaste mouth, then she tousled the teenager’s golden hair, her sign that she was pleased with Samantha.

“Lee is very pleased with you child and I am so very proud of you.”

Lue Sing’s voice encouraged and praised her young protégé, telling her how proud the woman was with her efforts to please her master, how her master loved her all the more for it, and how she was so lucky to have a master that cherished her so. Lue Sing kissed her cheek tenderly and tousled the girl’s bobbing golden head, before with drawing to watch her young innocent protégé perform for the first time.

Lee Winn’s hand now gently stroked her golden tresses as if she where a favored child, his voice soft and soothing as her praise her, encouraging her to be bolder. Lee spoke of her beauty and how he cherished her. He was not harsh, nor did he speak to the proud young beauty as if she where a thing or a possession but a beloved child. His gaps of pleasure caressed her ears, he did not surrender to the desire to hold her to his groin demanding her to take all of his organ at once but let her slowly take what she could a little at a time. He loved the feel of her mouth on him the touch of her tongue. The way the her young throat closed around him. Yet if she did not respond to his gentler approach there where other ways to put life into her.

"Miss Cunningham I sugest you either put more effort into pleasing me or I shall let Lue Sing have you so at least you amouse me."

The velvet glove came off and the iron fist was clearerly in view. the choice was hers, please him with her efforts or amuse him as she was taken by another women.

 

[Elayne]

Samantha shuddered slightly as Lue Sing Long's lips brushed her curved cheek from behind. Samantha knelt before the warlord, leaning forward, her head nearly in his lap, her arms behind her.

He rested his hand atop her golden curls and Samantha's mouth bobbed up and down slowly, reluctantly.


"Miss Cunningham I sugest you either put more effort into pleasing me or I shall let Lue Sing have you so at least you amouse me." he said from above her, and on cue, Lue Sing Long reached forward to slide her hand under Samantha's rump, cupping her firm behind and giving her a light squeeze.

Samantha gave a small start and a soft moan. Closing her pale blue eyes to hold back tears, she began to use her lessons from the days before.

She pulled back off him, lightly licking the sides of his manhood with the tip of her tongue, then slowly rolling her tongue up the underside of his shaft, to flit across his head, as she had been taught. Then nervously, she reopened her mouth and slid back down, feeling his shaft slide into her as the wooden phallus had done, tilting her head till she felt the tip of his manhood slip into her throat.

Samantha almost gagged, forcing herself to ignore the taste and weight of him in her mouth as she began to suckle, her soft cheeks lightly pumping as her head bobbed up and down, her lips holding a firm seal near the root of his shaft as she worked her tongue along his length in her mouth.

 

[cgraven]

Lue Sing’s intimate touch seemed to encourage the proud English beauty to redouble her efforts to pleas Lee Winn. He mouth no longer performing as if by rote. Lee was pleased with all that his little concubine had been taught, the way she pleased him with her mouth. As much as the pleasure she gave him with her body he loved the torture tears that trickled down her cheeks at being forced to satisfy him in such a debasing manner.

Samantha almost gagged, forcing herself to ignore the taste and weight of him in her mouth as she began to suckle, her soft cheeks lightly pumping as her head bobbed up and down, her lips holding a firm seal near the root of his shaft as she worked her tongue along his length in her mouth.

“You will drink every last drop of my offering to you Miss Cunningham or I shall give you to Lue Sing, for my amusement.”

Winn knew very well that the teenage beauty would not be able to do as she was commanded, for she had no idea of what to expect, and was bound to fail. When Lee felt his body tightening he pressed the young golden haired beauty face to his groin ramming his manhood deep with in her throat, her little up turned nose in the thick patch of his wiry pubic hair. Then his lust for the young fragile beauty exploded deep with in her throat filling her mouth and throat. Winn groaned his pleasure as the hapless beauty suck down his offering to her.

He was not concerned with her pleasure but only his lust to have her to master her and to bend her stubborn will to his. She could hate him love him it made no difference as long as she learned to serve him when and how he desired.