Journey into Darkness

[cgraven]

Journey into Darkness.

This is a closed thread for Becaa57 and cgravan.

It was a new age for England, it was not a king that sat on the throne, but a young woman, Victoria. The Neapolitan wars were behind the nation. Once again the Grand Tour of Europe was possible for young men coming of age. Yet not only of Europe but also of Greece, Egypt, the pyramids and for those seeking more adventure, Palestine and the Red Sea.

Yet these travels and adventures were for young men, not for young women, that were products of convent school where morals and prayers were strictly enforced and chastity was paramount to a young woman's future and obtaining a adventitious match.

Yet there were darker dangers and moral hazards on the Grand Tour, Palestine, and Egypt's Red Sea and their foreign cultures. What would be the fate of a young English beauty who had decided that in this new age of Victoria, if she would decided to take the adventure to Europe and Egypt?

 

[Becaa57]

Elizabeth has been traveling around the world, how she talked her parents into this trip she still doesn't know. But an educated guess was they wanted her out of the house so they could figure out what their future holds

She's at the age that most girls her age are looking towards marriage, or being pushed into marriage.
She has no plans for that and even though she'd been warned about being an old maid and alone
her feeling it better to be alone then married to a man who would treat her worse then a servant girl

She smiled, it was almost funny every person she delt with for this trip warned her the dangers of a young woman of class traveling alone. warning her her of murderer's pickpocket slave traders

but so far other then a few businessmen who assumed she was a as they put it working girl
it's been ok

Everyone willing to lend a hand and go above and beyond
the fact that at her age, she has a trim figure and long flowing red hair she knows helps
but most if not all the men have been happy to receive a smile at the most a hug
for their efforts

She's on yet another ship, crossing yet another sea
up on the deck in the middle of the night, so quiet, so dark
only some sailors up and about
and they've checked on her several times
some are cute, but she's careful not to show that

 

[cgraven]

The first time he noticed the young redhead was on the docks of Portsmouth making arrangements for passage to Calais. She was young, quite attractive, with a fetching figure, well as far as one could tell. The volume of petticoats and flowing skirts were in them selves quite off putting. Yet the bodice of her dress, even though the collar ran up to her slender neck, showed a delightful hint of the swell of her firm young breasts.

He noticed that she appeared to be alone. The absence of a matronly chaperone was quite obvious, and quite daring. There was nothing that hinted that she might be a lady of the night or ill repute. Her clothing and trunks were of the highest and demure quality. She was alone headed for France.

Duncan McKenzie decided that he needed to get closer to this young beauty. What alias should he adopt. A smile bowed his lips, a dottering old clergyman to put her young mind at ease.

McKenzie boarded the packet after the young redhead and he dawned his disguise in his cabin. A simple round wide brimmed black hat, old fashion black knee britches and hose. A vest and jacket also in black, and buckled shoes. The crowning touch were spectacles that rode on the end of his nose, and a walking stick. With his gray hair McKenzie was the perfect picture of an elderly parson.

In Calais he took the same Paris coach as the young redhead, he had learned her first name was Elizabeth but not her last name.

Trust! That was the first thing, if he could not earn her trust, what he had planed for her would be infinitely harder

Several days had passed as Elizabeth toured royal places, the Place de Concord where the revolution had set up the guillotine during the reign of terror. Finally Elizabeth was on the Ilse de Prais in front of Noter Damed de Prais

"Magnificent is it not? The way it seems to reach up to the heavens. And yet the square toped bell towers seem to somehow to keep it grounded and in the world of man............Most people think they are unfinished but they are wrong."

Duncan McKenzie blushed.


" Appolgise Miss I do prattle on. I am reverend Duncan McKenzie from Glasgow. I believe we came on the same packet boat from Portsmouth...........It has been many years since I have been in Paris.............and your name my dear?"

 

[Becaa57]

She was vageuly aware of the Reverend as she visited many of the places that had history

Stopping to read the inscriptions, strugglign with the French, but determined to read them in French

She talks to the people in her halting French, and they seem pleased that she attempts to use their language

correcting her gently with some of the mispronunciations she gave out

She would thank them each time

Staring up t the bell towers

She is startled when the Reverend appears beside her and starts talking to her

"I think they are beautiful, and finishing would destroy the look of it"
"Almost symbolic of mankind failures to reach heaven"
"At least without help"

"It's nice to meet you Reverend, finally "
she replies with a smile

"My name is Elizabeth"
"Elizabeth Richards, from England"

 

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"I think they are beautiful, and finishing would destroy the look of it. Almost symbolic of mankind failures to reach heaven. At least without help."

This young redhead had the romanic view of youth and one who had not seen how cruel the world could be. Elizabeth voice was light and cheery as she said,

"It's nice to meet you Reverend, finally "
Her smile was charmingly innocent.

"My name is Elizabeth..............Elizabeth Richards, from England."


McKenzie extended his hand to the young beauty, while leaning on his cain.

"A pleasure Miss Richards I am Parson McKenzie from Glasgow. Is this your first trip to France?.............I will be going to Florence, then roman and Vince. Before heading to Egypt, Palestine, and the Red Sea to see the places where Moses and our Lord walked."

All this while he was still holding Elizabeth's hand in a comforting fatherly way, yet and somehow intimately.

"I do prattle on I am sure a young lady like yourself would be more interested in the salons of Paris than in the adventuring travel."

There was something about Miss Elizabeth Richards, the fact that she was traveling without a chaperone that seemed to say she indeed was looking for adventure. And he would lead her in an adventure that would change her young sheltered life.

"So tell me Miss Richard where are you bound next?"

McKenzie would let the young redhead's hand slip from his if that was her desire.

 

[Becaa57]

The reverends hand is warm and comforting holding hers. Makes her feel strangely enough secure

She opts to leave her hand in his for right now

He tells her his itinerary and it sounds very interesting

"To be honest Reverend, I don't have my next stop planned"

"Been getting to a location and then deciding what sounds good"

"While I enjoy looking at paintings, it's not the only thing I want to see when I'm in a new city"

"You sound like you have your trip all planned out "

Feeling very relaxed with the Reverend, he's man of the cloth so in theory should be safer

However he's still a man and she's run into men of the cloth who are willing to step outside of what
a good priest should be doing.

 

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"To be honest Reverend, I don't have my next stop planned. Been getting to a location and then deciding what sounds good."

The fetching young redhead left her hand in Mckenzie's. He let his thumb softly massage the back of the young girl's hand. He could see that she was relaxed as she confiding in him as to her plans or lack of them.

"You sound like you have your trip all planned out."

Mckenzie smiled, there was fatherly quality to that smile and a little of something else, nothing to raise suspicions in the young beauty innocent mind. She was relaxed, her figure enchanting, the glow of burgeoning womanhood and girlish innocence was intoxicating.

"Oh far from it Miss Richards one should always leave room for unexpected adventure opportunities. That my dear Miss Richards is what makes travel so exciting and pleasing."

He watched the young redhead's eyes to see what effects the words he was spinning were having on the young beauty. To see if in their clear innocent debts, if there was a grain of trust there, a bit of temptation. He decided to give her a little more temptation.

"Forgive me for being so bold Miss Richards but if you have no destination in mind why not accompany me on a tour of Italy, and an adventure for you perhaps?"

It was a bold suggestion, one might say outrageous. Yet for a young girl who traveled as she did, alone, without a chaperon, she just might accept the idea.

 

[Becaa57]

"Oh far from it Miss Richards one should always leave room for unexpected adventure opportunities. That my dear Miss Richards is what makes travel so exciting and pleasing."

"Well Reverend, that's been me the whole trip so far, and it has been exciting!!!!!"
"People are so nice to me too, not what I expected to be honest"

My hand feels so nice in his, I continue to leave it there, even though we're getting some glances from other people.

His next question catches me by surprise though

"Forgive me for being so bold Miss Richards but if you have no destination in mind why not accompany me on a tour of Italy, and an adventure for you perhaps?"

thinking about it for a minute, even though I've already decided I say

"Well Reverend, let me sleep on that, when are you leaving?"
"It should go without saying, but I'll pay my own passage and have my own accommodations"

"But now, I fear I must find something to eat, anxious to try real French food"

I can't ask him to join me, but maybe he will

 

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Mckenzie is surprised that this young beauty made no move to take her hand from his. Could she be so naively innocent? Frenchmen cast a glance and take the two for lovers. It was then that kindly Reverend spoke.

"Forgive me for being so bold Miss Richards but if you have no destination in mind why not accompany me on a tour of Italy, and an adventure for you perhaps?"
He could see the the girl was tempted, thinking about his perposal for a minute.

"Well Reverend, let me sleep on that, when are you leaving? It should go without saying, but I'll pay my own passage and have my own accommodations"

"Of course Miss Richards anything else would be inappropriate for a young lady like yourself."

"But now, I fear I must find something to eat, anxious to try real French food"

Still Elizabeth did not remove her hand from his. It was as if she were waiting for something. It was then that he made a daring suggestion.

"I know a little cafe not far from here in the Latin Quarter that serves Cock au Vin, they also serve Raclet, a student meal of cheese, eggs, bacon and potatoes. Each Miss Richards are simple and yet very French..............Would you care to join me?"

Mckenzie knew if the young girl accepted his invitation for the meal she would become his traveling companion.

The cafe was small the tables were long, you just took a seat at them.

"Well Miss Richards........Elizabeth which shall it be Cock au Vin or Raclet?"

The reverend ordered their meal and a pitcher of the house red. The young redhead noticed that the Reverend's French was excellent and he spoke with an easy flow that put her poor efforts to shame. Elizabeths had several small cups of wine as they eat and talked.

After their meal they strolled along the river back towards the Ilse de Paris.

"Miss Richards the sun is setting and I would feel more at ease if you let me escort you to your lodgings. Paris is a beautiful city But all cities are dangerous once the sun goes down."

The Reverend walked Elizabeth to her lodgings.

"Shall we meet at 10 in front of Noter Damn?"

 

[Becaa57]

"I know a little cafe not far from here in the Latin Quarter that serves Cock au Vin, they also serve Raclet, a student meal of cheese, eggs, bacon and potatoes. Each Miss Richards are simple and yet very French..............Would you care to join me?"

I pull my hand back from the Reverends, was starting to feel just a bit weird.
"That sounds wonderful Reverend, yes I'd love to join you"

Linking my arm in his as he leads us to the cafe

"Raclet is a new dish I've never heard of, is it good??"

The dinner was very good and even though she partook of the wine, she was careful to stop
when she started feeling it.

She had noticed that his French was much better then hers, but he still let her talk in French, helping with some of the pronunciations and wording of phrases

All in all a very nice evening, one of the nicest she'd had since starting her trip
He had a nice although dry sense of humor, reminded her of her dad

When he mentioned that all cities are dangerous at night she nodded

"I've had no problems at night in a city, but I know that is maybe more luck then anything else"

The Reverend walked her to the front door of the place she was staying at, a small hostel she was renting a room for a few nights

"Notre Dame in the morning 10:00 AM"
"Breakfast is on me"

"Goodnight Reverend"

 

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The conversation at dinner was light and charming. McKenzie helping Elizabeth with her French pronunciation and diction. The stroll along the river, with their arms linked verged on the romantic. He voiced his, concern, about the young beauty walking to her residence alone cause him to mentioned that all cities are dangerous at night. She nodded at his apparent fatherly concern for her safety.

"I've had no problems at night in a city, but I know that is maybe more luck then anything else."

"I assure you Elizabeth the danger is quite real Elizabeth. The danger is not only to you physically............."

He seemed to stutter for a moment, for effect.

"............but also to your........maidenly virtue."


Now the Reverend blushed at bring up a matter so personal. Yet insisted that he escort her to her lodgings. He stood on her door step as the fetching young redhead wished him a good evening.

"Notre Dame in the morning 10:00 AM. Breakfast is on me.............Goodnight Reverend."

"I shall see you at 10:00 AM at Notre Dame."

McKenzie kissed the back of Elizabeth's gloved hand in the manner of the French.

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Pigeons searched the cobblestone square before Noter Dame for any drums to feast up on. Mckenzie was there at 10;00 AM. Would the young redhead accept his invitation to be his traveling companion? If so he decided it might be amusing to seduce her to strip away a layer or two of her girlish innocence.

The Reverend McKenzie saw Elizabeth coming across the square. What would her decision be.

 

[Becaa57]

She has enjoyed walking around downtown Paris with the Reverend, he's very respectful but easy to talk too

when they touch on the dangers of the city at night, she smiles as he stumbles over the danger to her

Laughing softly

"Well first Reverend, call me Lizzie, Elizabeth makes me feel like my mom's mad at me"
"And secondly"

blushing slightly

"My Maidenhood is very much intact"

In the morning, even though I'd tried to get there early, the bathroom was busy, and I ad to wait to use it
finally have my morning toiletry I hurry to the cathedral

I see him waiting and come up, slightly breathless

"Sorry I'm late Reverend, had to wait on the washroom"

"Where would you like breakfast??? Remember this one is on me"

 

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Mckenzie thought back over the pervious evening. The fact that this young beauty requested that he call her El as opposed to Elizabeth. That familiarity pleased him but when she innocently declared her Maidenhood is very much intact. Showed how truly innocent she was.

As he watched her come breathlessly across the square the sun behind her she appeared so young and fresh, so sexually desirable, and her virginity was confirmed from her own pretty little mouth.

"Sorry I'm late Reverend, had to wait on the washroom. Where would you like breakfast??? Remember this one is on me."

There is a little cafe on the left bank the serves coffee and the most decadent pastries that are to die for Eliza...........Lizzie."

The cafe had tables on pavement just outside. Several people were chatting, enjoying the morning as they sipped their coffee and took pleasure from their pastries.

"Outside or inside Lizzie?"

The Reverend ordered coffee and a pastry tart. then asked the young redhead what she desired. They talked of the day before them the sights that they might visit. Finally McKenzie said.

"Have you given any more thought to traveling with me to Italy, of grading an adventure and throwing propriety to the wind Lizzie?............Tomorrow I leave for the Southern cost to take ship for Florence Lizzie."

There it was said it was time for the young vivacious redhead to make her choice, ridged conformity to social diatoms or to grasp adventure, the devil take the high most.

 

[Becaa57]

The Reverend of course knew of a place, and lead her there
the linking arms was something she didn't think about

as he pointed out other spots to catch her interest

when they arrived, he let her order the pastries for herself and then the big test at least for her
stepped back and let her pay

She chose outside to eat, eating the pastries which were fantastic

He asked

"Have you given any more thought to traveling with me to Italy, of grading an adventure and throwing propriety to the wind Lizzie?............Tomorrow I leave for the Southern cost to take ship for Florence Lizzie."

Smiling at him.
"Well I've already thrown propriety out the window with this trip anyways"
"But tomorrow??? Was hoping to spend a few days here"
"One of the young gentlemen in the Hostel was telling me of a place he wanted to take me too"
"Moulin Rouge?? he said they have shows there and dancers"
"Also he mentioned Le Chapanais??"

Pausing a bit in thought

"However that would be tonight"

"Ok Reverend, you talked me into it"
"We just need to go to the booking office"
"And hope they have a ticket for me, this late in the game"

"I'll of course write my parents of my change in plans"


"Florence is one of the places I hoped to visit"

"This is supposed to be the trip of a lifetime for me"

They finish eating and then take off to find a office to purchase tickets

 

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"Have you given any more thought to traveling with me to Italy, of grading an adventure and throwing propriety to the wind Lizzie?............Tomorrow I leave for the Southern cost to take ship for Florence Lizzie."

Smiling at him.

"Well I've already thrown propriety out the window with this trip anyways"

Lizzie seemed to hesitate for a moment.

"But tomorrow??? Was hoping to spend a few days here. One of the young gentlemen in the Hostel was telling me of a place he wanted to take me too. The Moulin Rouge?? he said they have shows there and dancers. Also he mentioned Le Chapanais??"

"I know of both. The Moulin Rouge is in the Moumart district and is know for young ladies in very scanty showing their legs, pantaloons and there deerieres as part of their dances Lizzie. Chapanais is much the same. I fear this gentleman has nefarious intentions."

McKenzie would love to have the young redhead on his knee at the Moulin Rouge but that was not the proper image for the reverend.

"Ok Reverend, you talked me into it. We just need to go to the booking office and hope they have a ticket for me, this late in the game"

"I'll of course write my parents of my change in plans."

Writing her parents was the last thing that McKensie wanted.

"Lizzie the French postal system is in shambles and letters often go astray. I have a friend in the British consulate I could have him place your letter in the diplomatic pouch for delivery when it reaches White Hall."



Mckenzie knew he could not stop Lizzie from going to the Moulin Rouge or Chapanais with this gentleman but he had given her a warning of what these caberies were.

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The reverend obtained a tick for the packet Lizzie from southern France to Florence. The trip from Paris to the coast was a three day journey by coach in which the young redheaded beauty saw French rural life and cqusine. With each mile from Paris the summer heat built. After on stop at a coaching Inn McKenzie Changed from wool to Linne.

The voyage from France to Italy, the cool breeze off the sea was a blessed relief. Yet once in Italy the heat became oppressive again.


"Lizzie I fear your English wools are not suited for Italy in the summer. May I suggest perhaps a liter ensemble More to the Italian style."


He could not wait to see the young beauty dressed in linen and silk that would cling to her young body and accentuate her feminine charms.

 

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"I know of both. The Moulin Rouge is in the Moumart district and is know for young ladies in very scanty showing their legs, pantaloons and there deerieres as part of their dances Lizzie. Chapanais is much the same. I fear this gentleman has nefarious intentions."

She listens to the Reverend speaking and two things get her attention, that the women can show that much of their bodies???
"Is that legal, the girls showing all of that?????"
"Their derrieres???? Naked?????"

I have to smile at the word Nefarious
"Nefarious Reverend??? That's a big word"
"Don't worry I wouldn't be going with him alone, a group of us would go"
"Other women too"

"As Nefarious as his intentions are, and I have a feeling you're right"
"They won't happen"
"But I have to admit I'm curious"

"Another thing I'm curious about Reverend is how you know about them?

"Lizzie the French postal system is in shambles and letters often go astray. I have a friend in the British consulate I could have him place your letter in the diplomatic pouch for delivery when it reaches White Hall."

"Oh I know Reverend, one of the girls also staying at the hotel, is going back to England in the morning"
"She's already agreed to take my letter with her"
"Turns out her family knows my family"
"Small world"

Not mentioning that I'd already written it, and it's in her bag.

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The trip in the carriage was both fascinating and uncomfortable from the heat
even removing some of her petticoats didn't help

Looking around I see the other women are wearing much lighter clothing
Although many were dressed similar to herself and looked honestly as uncomfortable

When he mentions changing to lighter material and style

"I've been watching the women Reverend, many are dressed like me, and frankly look just as uncomfortable"

"I'm worried that if I change, I will give the wrong impression about me"

"Can you help me?"

 

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McKenzie thought back on their last day in Paris and some of Lizzie's questions when he described the dancers at the Mullion Ruge.

"Is that legal, the girls showing all of that????? Their derrieres???? Naked?????"

"Yes I am afraid that that is quite true Lizzie."

Then she had asked a possibly dangerous question.

"Another thing I'm curious about Reverend is how you know about them?

"It is really quite simple Lizzie one needs to tend to the sinner as well as the pious."

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As they traveled south the heat and humidity became intense. McKenzie could see that his young companion was suffering from the weather.

"I've been watching the women Reverend, many are dressed like me, and frankly look just as uncomfortable. I'm worried that if I change, I will give the wrong impression about me. Can you help me?"

"The first thing is you are not in England we are in Italy. Your English woolens are impractical and out of place in Italy so why not dress like the Italian women. I would suggest a white silk blouse, a cream colored linen skirt, and matching open jacket and silk thigh high stocking held by garters. I would suggest not pantaloons but French silk knickers."

The suggestion he made would pleasantly display Lizzie's girlish charms.

Do You speak Italian Lizzie? Tell me what you desire and I shall translate for you to the shop girls.

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Lizzie was dressed in her new, and much cooler, garments as their tour of Italy starts in earnest. Michale Angelo's nude statue of David in Florence was the first. The statue was anatomically correct and unlike the antiquities of the British museum David's genital were not hidden by a leaf. When they toured Rome Mckenzie made sure to show the young redhead the nude male figures of Rome's past. He also made it a point show Lizzie statues of males sexually dominating young naked girls.


Slowly they worked there way north to Venice They had been invited by Count Ramando to stay at his palace, and to a masked ball. What Lizzie did not know McKenzie and the Count Ramando had decided that it was time to strip away a layer of her naive innocence.

Lizzie was given a daring costume of a toga in virginal white. The day of the Ball Lizzie's food and drink was laced with a powerful aphrodisiac. Both The Count and McKenzie looked forward to the night and the ball, whose team was the Sabine women. A very classic theme. A tale that would not be taught in a respectable English covent school for girls of quality.

 

[Becaa57]

The next few days were amazing to Lizzie, the sights the sounds.
She allowed the Reverend to pick out an new outfit for her

The sales lady helped her with her undergarments which were a marked difference from what she'd worn before

The stockings with garters, were a bit of a pain, but she liked how they made her feel

She walked out of the clothing store feeling 20lbs lighter

But very aware that her body was much more noticeable now, the thin blouse and camisole just covering not really hiding her breasts.

Fortunately they were still very firm, and didn't move much but god!!!!

Felt like she was wearing less outdoors then she would to bed

She also had a couple of new nightgowns.

As she signed the paperwork, she had to giggle
Her father would have a heart attack when he was reviewing her account activity

The rest of the trip was shocking but fascinating

The statues of men, naked or almost naked

Something she'd never seen in real life, and here it was in front of her

At first she covered her eyes, not looking that their manhoods

The Reverend wouldn't let her, pulling her hands down

Telling her, that is how god made man, and she shouldn't shun gods work

She studied them, she knew that's how babies were made from men
and women together

But how?? That looked soft, kind of cute really

Some of the other statues were more disturbing

Men dominating girls, girls her age
Even though a statue, it was plain to her what was happening

The girls were going to be taken by them

 

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As Reverend Mckenzie was relaxing in his bath, at Count Ramando's Palace on the grand canal of Venice, he thought back over the tour of Italy with his gorgeous young traveling companion Miss Elizabeth Richards. He smiled at the memory of her luck of utter relief when she had shed her English woolens for the silk and linens of the Italian style. Yet it was not only her outer wear that had changed but also her under garment's. The silken French knickers, camisole and silk stockings and garters had a most pleasing effect.

When Lizzie saw the nude statue of David at first she covered her eyes, demurely not looking at his man manhood. He smiled as he remembered how he wouldn't let her, pulling her hands down telling her, that is how god made man, and she shouldn't shun gods work.

The maidenly blush at the statues in Rome men dominating girls, girls her age, even though a statue, it must have been, plain to her what was happening, the girls were going to be taken by them.

Now this sweet young redheaded beauty would become the center of the this evening's Masked Ball. The theme of the ball would be the Rape of The Sabine women. Mckenzie knew that Count Ramando would have Lizzie's food and drink laced with a powerful aphrodisiac to make the young innocent beauty more playable. Mckenzie knew it would take all of his charm and the trust Lizzie had in the Reverend to have her wear the toga that would come down to just above her knees. The costume he would wear would be of Pan the god of wine and lust.

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The ballroom of the Count's Palace was a vision of gold and wall's of mirrors, with an ornate parkay floor. The balcony at one end of the Ballroom held the musicians. Lizzie entered on the reverend's arm. The dancers wore their masks. several of the young ladies toga, were more daring than Lizzie's the helm only hanging to mid thigh. Count Ramando gave the young redheaded beauty a courtly bow.

"Miss Richards I claim the first dance with you."

The count held out his hand and lead Lizzie out onto the dance floor. The strains of the music floated down, it was unlike anything The naive redhead had ever heard.

"It is a new dance from Austria it is called the waltz."

 

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Lizzie is laying in her tub, the water the soaps luxurious. Wondering how the Reverend to swing this, but for now not really carrying
leaning back she goes back over what she saw, specifically the statues

thinking of them men

What it would be like to be held by one, her clothes gone so they are both naked
Not sure what would happen to his manhood, but something to make it possible
for her to have a baby

Her fingers wander down to her womanhood between her legs
she'd discovered last year that if she touch herself it made her feel
funny, but in a good way

touching as she looks over at the costume she's supposed to wear
it's scandalous really!!!!!!

She'll not be able to wear anything but her knickers under it, as it fastens only over one shoulder
and it's so short!!!!!!

Above her knees!!!! She'd never worn anything that revealing in public

A knock on the door and the Reverends voice reminding her that they're expected in the ballroom in 1/2 an hour

She gets up towels off and slips into her costume
The short Toga and sandals for her feet

Blushing she goes down with the Reverend

Once she gets there, she is very relived that most of the women are dressed similar to her
Some have even shorter dresses togas she reminds herself

Soon she finds herself dancing with the Count, a tall very distinguished looking gentleman

A new dance, called the waltz the music is beautiful and the follows the count as he dances them around the dance floor

 

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The Count claimed Lizzie for the first dance. After all it is only right as he is the host of the ball. The dance is a waltz, it is a new dance. Count Ramando turns to face the young redhead. He takes her right hand in his left. His right hand goes to the small of Lizzie's back as he firmly holds her in the waltz's embrace.

"Miss Richard place your left hand on my shoulder."

The count draws the gorgeous young redhead to him. His body is close to hers they move, almost float, to the strains of the music. She can feel the sensual heat of the Count's body through their clothing, and her scandalous costume.

Reverend McKenzie is the next to claim Lizzie for a dance, another waltz. The reverend whirls Lizie around the dance floor his body seductively close to hers. It seemed like every man present wish to be Lizzie dance partner.

The music was almost hipnotic calling to the young English beauty to surrender to it. Both Ramando and Mckenzie watched Lizzie to see if the aphrodisiac she had been fed was having the desired effect. She had been fed Champagne after each dance.

The music faded as the musicians took a breather. The Count then announced that there would be a pantomime.

"Young ladies to the right, gentlemen to the left. You know that the theme of the ball is the Sabine Women. I need ten of are sweet young maidens to play the Sabine women."


Nine gorgeous young ladies stepped forward. The Count turned to Lizzie, holding out his hand in invitation.

"Miss Richards be are tenth Sabine maiden."

There was a round of applause, it was clear the patrons of the ball wished Lizzie to be one of the maidens.

McKenzie smiled encouragingly, knowing the gorgeous young naive English beauty would not be in her toga very much longer and that she was about to become the center peace of a hedonistic tableau. McKenzie anxiously looks forward to see Lizzie naked, her girlish crams on displayed for all to see her naked perfection.

 

[Becaa57]

It seemed to Lizzie that she never got to sit down for the next two hours or so
Once a dance finished and she want back to the table the Reverend and Count where at

they handed her a glass of champagne, that she drank, because she was thirsty
but then another gentleman was holding his hand out to her

The Count had told her, that she must never say not when a gentleman asks her to dance
it was not allowed of her

So she went from gentleman to gentleman time between for some drink and maybe a chocolate or cake

Strangely she wasn't getting tired, vaguely aware she was glad to be in sandals

her body felt hot, she knew she was flushed, but thought it was from the dances

He breasts felt heavier, hotter, her nipples were hard, so hard and sensitive
when the material of the toga moved on them, sent shivers down her body

she also noticed that the gentlemen's hands wander to spots that they should not have

Her derriere, up and down her back, some even on her breasts

She looked around and saw that the other girls dancing were experiencing the same

one even had her toga up to her waist and her bottom was naked, no knickers!!!!

Finally the musicions anounced that they were taking an intermission

she moved back to the table and sat down

as usual a glass of champagne awaiting her

Then watching as an announcement was made, that she didn't understand
Until the Reverend explained it

She was asking what's happening when the Count was standing in front of her
his hand out

without even considering saying no she allowed him to lead her the line of the other young girls

all about her age

as the Count left her, he leaned over and whispered to her

"Just do what they want Lizzie, be a good girl for them all"

 

[cgraven]

There was no doubt Miss Elizabeth Richards was the bell of the Ball. McKenzie could see that the aphrodisiac was having its seductive affect on young Lizzie. Her nipples were peaked and straining to be free of her toga. The young redhead looked confused as Count Ramando spoke and the men and women went to opposite sides of the ballroom. Then watching as an announcement was made, that she didn't understand, until the Reverend explained it.

"The Count is asking you to be the 10th Sabine maiden."

She was asking what's happening when the Count was standing in front of her his hand out.

"It is quite an honor to be asked to be a member of the ball's Pantomime Lizzie."


Reverend Mckenzie assured Lizzie. Then with the reverend's assurance the young redheaded beauty, without even considering saying no, allowed Count Ramando to lead her to the line of the other young girls, all about her age. As the Count left her, he leaned over and whispered to the young naive English beauty,

"Just do what they want Lizzie, be a good girl for them all"

The girls were giggling as they removed their sandals. Then to Lizzies astonishment they let their Togas slip from their nubile young bodies. The girls then turned to Lizzie one dark haired beauty undid the single shoulder strap of the young redhead's toga.

McKenzie watched as the garment slid down Lizzie's firm young body leaving her naked to the waist. The dark haired Italian beauty's lips sensually brushed the young innocent Miss Elizabeth Richards' moist ripe lips. Another girl eased Lizzie's silk French knickers down over the swell of her hips to cascade down her shapely legs, to pool around the young redhead's ankles.

Lizzie could feel, the girl kissing her, as if she was Lizzie's lover. The young redhead could feel the girl's naked flesh pressed to her own naked flesh. Lizzie was falling backwards into welcoming arms. She found herself lying on the floor, gazing up at the crystal chandeliers, her hands drawn up above her head. The dark haired girl slowly broke their kiss and began to kiss her way down Lizzie's now naked body. Those light teasing kisses floated down the sensual curve of the young redhead's slender neck. Tempting, maddening kisses explored the contours of the innocent young English beauty's breasts. The girl inhaled Lizzie's right nipple. Another girl inhaled her left nipple. Then the little nymphs began to suckle, Miss Elizabeth Richards, virgin nipples to diamond hard little peaks.

Two more girl's slowly spread the innocent English redhead's legs till her Pussy blossomed. A third began to kiss and lick her way up Lizzie's sculptured legs. The copper fuzz of Lizzie's pussy seductively danced in the girl's warm, moist breath, her tongue snaked out to taste the young redheaded virgin's pussy, the first to ever do such a sensual and erotic act.

I was then Mckenzie, in the guise of Pan, came to Lizzie, as she gasped he poured champagne into her "O" lips.

 

[Becaa57]

Lizzie was still trying to process what was going on, but things just moved
She found herself laying on the floor, surrounded by beautiful young women, all of them naked, she'd never seen another naked person in her life before and now 9 of them
Each different, but all beautiful
Her hands pulled up above her head, and vaguely aware something was being tied around them, a silk scarf maybe
Then her ankles, spreading her legs apart.
She knows it's wrong, but can't say anything
Then one of the girls kisses her, unlike any kiss she's had before
Her lips soft, then to Lizzies surprise her tongue, pushing into her mouth
He own tongue responds, tasting the girl. She kisses for a bit
Then pulls away but replaced by another mouth kissing tasting
As they kiss her, the ones leaving kiss down her body, spending time on her nipples
Then finally between her legs, licking and kissing her womanhood
Causing sensations similar to her fingers but so much better.
She's hearing words spoken, by men, the Count?? and others
But they are speaking in Italian and too fast for her to even try following
Besides who cares she just wants the girls to keep kissing and touching her
Occaisonally whoever kissing her pulls back and she see's Pan?? the Reverend???
He pours more champagne in her mouth
His hands touching her as well
Murmuring something she thinks saying good girl
Then something happens, something she's never experienced
A feeling starting in her womanhood, but shooting through her body
"OHHHHH OHHHHHHHH OHHHH YESSSSSSSSS YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS"
She didn't know what it was, but everyone knew she's just experienced her 1st ever orgasm

 

[cgraven]

Young Elizabeth Richards is the central figure, an innocent young virgin, in a tableau of lesbian seduction. Her hands are above her head and her wrists are bound. The redheaded English virgin is playing the part of a Sabine maiden. Slowly Lizzie gives herself to the seduction of the young girls, her gorgeous young body arching to their caresses and kisses.

While Lizzie is in the throw of her growing sexual arousal Mckenzie comes to her as Pan. He pours champagne on to her sensually "O"ed lips.

"You are such a good girl Lizzie giving pleasures to theses young girls."

As Kckenzie was praising and encouraging Lizzie to be a Good Girl, had become the center of a hedonist orgy and show. Count Ramando lifted his hands.

"Are pantomime this evening is the rape of the Sabine women. Miss Elizabeth Richards is are Sabine maiden. She is an untouched virgin by man, what am I bid for the pleasure of taking her virginity."

"OHHHHH OHHHHHHHH OHHHH YESSSSSSSSS YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" Lizzie screamed out her first orgasm.

Men eagerly began to bid for the pleasure of raping Lizzie. The bid to take her virginity rose higher and higher as the men out did each other to be the one to rape the young virgin for the amusement of the Count's guests. The wining bid was three hundred gold duckets.

The winner was a man in his 50's. He was not a handsome, his face was pox market from smallpox when he was a young man. Miss Elizabeth Richards was withering on the ballroom floor in the afterglow of her searing orgasm. He came to Lizzie, he unbuttoned the fly of his britches, freed his manhood as he crawled between the young English virgin's lily white thighs. He trusted his hip forward three times. On the third trust Lizzie's preciously guarded virginity was no more. The old man continued to fuck the defiled young virgin until his white hot cum filled her fertile young womb.

The next to come to claim Miss Richards was Count Ramando. He took his time fucking the young redhead enjoying her tight young body. It was the Revened Mckenzie that came to claim Lizzie sexually next. Oh yes he fucked her gorgeous young body, slowly sensually, as he told Lizzie what a Good Girl she was. How pleasing she was, and how proud he was of her. His cum mingled with the Count's in Lizzie's fertile young womb.


"Lizzie can you be nice to the men playing the soldiers in the Count's pantomime?"

The ten soldiers lined up each waiting his turn to fuck the young English redhead.

The Count's guessed loved Miss Richards rape and seduction.

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In the morning Lizzie woke up naked as the day she was born in Count Ramando's bed. Spooned between him and Reverend Mckenzie.

"You were magnificent last night my dear."

The Count praised Lizzie.

A hand swept her copper hair to the side, a kiss caressed the nape of Lizzie's neck.

"That you were Lizzie and a very pleasing and Good Girl."

The other man in bed with the Count and young Miss Richards was the Revened and all three were naked.