Seduced by the Squire (closed for DrekSilverBorn)

I kept thrusting my manhood in and out of Bridget pussy making her scream in pain I was loving seeing her reaction to what I doing to her I looked at her in her eyes and said: "You drove me to this with your sarcastic mouth and dismissing my kindness." I began to push her legs further apart and slamming my engorged manhood deeper into her cunt screaming filled the room I looked down at her breasts and bent my mouth down taking hold of her left breast into my mouth I began to suck hard really tasting her untouched virgin breast I looked up at her face and finally said "Do you submit to this squire and lord of this Manor or do you need to be taught more lessons.
 
Bridget tried to push him off of her, but the man would not move. Tears poured from her eyes.

You drove me to this with your sarcastic mouth and dismissing my kindness

Nothing she had said deserved this reaction. But she was not going to tell him this. His hands pushed her legs further apart and she felt as if she were being split in two. He began thrusting harder and deeper into her as her screams filled the air here in the master bedroom.

Suddenly, he was sucking her breast into his mouth and her body was confused and in pain.

Do you submit to this squire and lord of this Manor or do you need to be taught more lessons

She could barely answer him through the tears.

"Yes! I submit! Please stop! Please!" She screamed, praying that this would stop. She knew that she was in pain and bleeding.
 
A large smile started to spread across my lips at hearing her submit I pulled my manhood out from her pussy I looked down and saw Bridget in tears and bits of blood trickle from her pussy I walked over and grabbed a cloth from atop the dresser and began to wipe what blood that was on my cock off getting it looking the way it was before I began to walk toward the door and looked out into the hall and yelled "I need three maids in her cleaning up this mess." I watched three maids run down the hall toward the master bedroom I moved out of the way and let them take care of Bridget I began to walk down the hall relieving the events led to what I did I walked toward the room where one of many washrooms I walked inside and looked to the maid and said to her "Get the water warm than leave me to my thoughts."
 
Bridget thought that the horror of the squire would never stop. Once she had acquiesced to his demands, then it stopped. She lay there bruised and bleeding. Vaguely she heard him summoned for maids.

They were very gentle to her, cleaning the blood from between her legs. Her sex was hurting her so, and one of the girls brought a cream to soothe that aching place where his manhood had thrust into. As one of the maids cleaned her, the other two managed to strip the bedding and replace it with clean, fresh sheets.

When she asked for her nightgown, one of the maids answered. "Oh, no, he will not allow such as that. You shall be quite warm enough with the fire in the fireplace and the blankets."

The way that the maid spoke, she was led to believe that both the squire and her were expected to sleep naked and that the maids knew such from personal experience.

What had she gotten herself into?

Eventually, she was cleaned and her wounds applied with salve. A hot toddy with an alcoholic taste and some kind of bitter herbs was given to her. As she drifted off to sleep, she was tucked into a clean bed, naked and awaiting when the squire would join her.
 
I drifted a bit off to sleep laying back against the tub wall when I heard a knock on the door I shook my head a bit and said "Enter." A maid came into the room and looked down from seeing my naked body I looked at her and said: "Speak quickly." She jumped a bit and said, "The girl is cleaned and we gave her a tonic for the pain and for her to sleep is there anything else you wish of me, sire?" I smiled a bit looking at this dainty maid trying not to peek at my manhood with all her might I pointed to the towel over in the corner of the room and said: "Get me that towel and dry me." I watched her do exactly what I said but before she could turn around I placed my hand around to her front and gripped her breast a bit and said "Since the girl couldn't satisfy me I am going to need a release and I know you have been watching me, maid, since I came home. I began to rip the outfit off her body seeing her naked body full on display I smiled watching her trying to cover her body "Get on your knees maid and satisfy your lord." I watched her mind start racing but then she bent down and began to slowly lick my manhood it began to grow from what the maid was doing I smiled and placed my hand on top of her head feeling my manhood grow inside her mouth.
 
The tonic that the maid gave her effectively made her sleep. The bed was warm and even though she slept nude, the bedding and the glowing fire in the fireplace kept her toasty warm.

Her dreams were filled with the squire. But it was a different man. In her dreams, he held her in his arms, his kisses hot and sensual, licking her neck, biting her earlobes. Gentle hands spread her legs to reveal her treasure.

His manhood, instead of being a weapon of torture, became a source of pleasure as he thrust in and out. In her dreams, he made love to her, and she moaned her answer. Gone was her pain from the earlier attack. In her dreams, her breast ached to be kissed and nibbled.

One word did she whisper, soft and breathy. "Squire!"
 
I kept the maid sucking my manhood for the better part of an hour before I spurted my essence all over her face I watched as she got up and I handed her the towel and said: "Clean yourself up and get to bed." I watched her clean herself and ran out of the room with her clothes under her arm I began to walk back to my room and got to my door and opened it slightly when I heard "Squire!"among the dark I looked at Bridgett who was already fast asleep I smiled to myself and pulled the blanket up and crawled into the bed staying a bit away from her I began to drift off to sleep thinking about what will the morning bring.

The sun began to shine brightly through the window hitting my face I began to rub my eyes and looked over to the one sharing my bed and saw that she was still asleep. I slowly got out of my bed and walked over to where I had a shirt and pants already laid out I began to dress trying not to make a sound and began to walk down toward the kitchen telling the cook what to make and letting the butler know to wake Bridgett after breakfest is done I took a seat at the head of the table and began to read the reports of how many soilders can be spared for the war with the vikings.
 
The sun finally broke through her drugged sleep. She felt sore between her legs, and her mind seemed fuzzy. She tried to get out of bed, though she was embarrassed at her nudity. The saving grace was that the squire was nowhere to be seen. She did not even know if she slept alone or with him.

One of the maids from last night came in as she was trying to get out of bed.

"Oh miss, let me help you. You should have rung for help." The young maid rushed over to help her. "You may still be sore because of what the Squire did last night." Bridget blushed at the maid's words but the maid assured her. "Miss, do not worry. You are not the first that this kind of thing has been done to." Reaching in her apron pocket, she pulled out the little pot of salve. "Just soothe some of this up there and it will help you heal faster."

The maid went over and looked through Bridget's clothes. She clucked in disapproval. "Is this all the clothes that you own? This is the dress you arrived in yesterday and it is still dirty from your travels. And he tore your best dress to shreds." She looked at the poor young lady. "I'll ask among the other maids. Maybe one will have a dress that would fit you. I'd lend you one of mine but I'm afraid mine are much too large for you. You stay here and rest and I'll be right back. And I'll take this one to get it cleaned."

Once the maid left, Bridget applied the salve and then, wrapping her nude self up in a blanket, she sat in a chair in the master bedroom. She could not believe that she was in this situation. And there was not a thing she could do about it. Above everything, she did not want to anger the Squire any more.
 
I finished up reading and signing what reports that needed to be read and signed and looked up at the doorway waiting patiently for Bridgett to grace me with her presence I watched the cook bring in a plate of eggs bread and some sliced roasted ham I nodded and watched him bring another plate right on my left side I looked up at said to the butler "Tell Miss sweetwater her food is getting cold and to present herself post haste otherwise she will not eat until lunch is served." I watched the butler nod and walk off toward the stairs and began to walk up the stair's I couldn't help but sit back and wait for Bridgett to show herself. I finally heard someone coming down the stairs and looked up and saw Bridgett in the doorway and with a smile I said "Did you sleep well?"
 
The maid had no sooner appeared with a dress belonging to one of the other maids when the butler appeared and informed her that the Master expected her immediately. There was barely time to get the dress on her before she was hurrying out the bedroom and down the stairs in order to get there quickly. She was totally lacking underclothes and the dress was a bit too small for her. Therefore, her cleavage pressed the bodice and her breasts threatened to spill over the top of the dress. She sat upright very straight for fear of popping the laces and baring her body before everyone.

She gave a curtsy to the Squire, her eyes downcast, afraid to look him in the eyes.

"Please forgive me, sir. I fear I overslept." She quietly slipped into the chair offered and placed her hands in her lap.

Did you sleep well?

"Yes sir, thank you sir." She kept her eyes down as she watch her plate being filled with eggs, bread and ham. Every time food was placed on her plate, she thanked them for it. With slow, careful movements, she ate the food, afraid of angering this man whom she was now required to share a bed with. She really had no hunger but she dared not say so for fear of seeing a repeat of last nights nightmare.
 
I watched her curtsy and apologized profusely that she overslept and watched her sit down and began to slowly eat I placed my fork down on the table and began to say "I must also apologize for my actions regarding last night that was no way a lord should ever act and I hope we can start anew at this companionship for the remainder of the coming winter." I began to pick up my fork and began to finish my meal and looked out the window "Is there anything you would like to do today? I tried to keep my eyes from straight contact because of the way her breasts were practically popping out from her dress "I can have a tailor visit the mansion today and you can get fitted for some new outfits if that is what you wish."
 
I must also apologize for my actions regarding last night that was no way a lord should ever act and I hope we can start anew at this companionship for the remainder of the coming winter.

"I should have remembered my manners, my lord. I look forward to our companionship this winter."

I can have a tailor visit the mansion today and you can get fitted for some new outfits if that is what you wish.

"That would be nice. My dress was covered with mud from my walk here yesterday and is being cleaned right now. I am afraid that this dress is borrowed from one of your maids."

And with that, there was the sound of ripping material and suddenly her breast tumbled from behind their material confinement, her nipples pink atop full white mounds.

Mortified, Bridget gave a strangled gasp, clutching her napkin to her chest in an attempt to hide them from his eyes.

"Please excuse me, my lord. I best retire to the bedroom until I can be properly dressed." She began to rise and leave for the bedroom, as she looked worriedly at Lexford.
 
I bowed slightly listening to Bridget saying "I should have remembered my manners, my lord. I look forward to our companionship this winter." I looked down for a second remembering last night encounter with both Bridget and the young maid who was in the right place at the wrong time I looked up at Bridget as she said: "That would be nice." I smiled listening to her then the worst happened I could hear fabric tearing that's when the dress she was wearing ripped and her breasts popped out I couldn't take my eyes off them even when she covered herself with a napkin holding it against the most beautiful things I ever saw I began to realise I did see them last night but with all that was going on taking Bridget tight pussy I never really got a chance to see them in the light I began to quickly shake my head out of whatever ideas that were already forming in my head and got up and walked toward Bridget who was already getting up and walking toward the hall I raised my voice and with a loud tone I said "Wait don't go." I slowly began to take off my shirt I was wearing and handed it to Bridget and said with a kind face "I think this would be better to cover yourself in rather a napkin around this mansion." I watched her reaction at what she was going to do.
 
Wait don't go.

Her napkin was not really large enough to cover both breast. So she was hoping that her arm would cover the other one. She knew that the Squire had demanded she eat breakfast, but surely he didn't expect her to sit there exposed. So when he yelled for her to stop, a chill went up her spine. Was she in for more behavior like last night? She looked at him fearfully.

As he came towards her, he was taking off his shirt. Fear was etched on her face. Was he going to rape her here and now?

I think this would be better to cover yourself in rather a napkin around this mansion.

She was shocked! This was a totally different squire that she was seeing today.

"Thank you, sire." She took the shirt that he offered and, turning her back to him, quickly slipped the shirt over her shoulders. It was oversized and easily covered her breast. The sleeves were too long but she really didn't care. At least, her breast would not be exposed to the eyes of everyone.

She turned back to him as he stood there, bare chested. He was actually smiling and it was a surprise to her.

With the excess material clutched in her hands, she gave a curtsy.

"Thank you, sire. It is much appreciated. If you could have a seamstress come, it would be a good idea." And with that, she curtseyed again and headed for the master bedroom.
 
I watched Bridget take the shirt I had just taken off my body and proceeded to place it over her body with her back turned towards myself I started to think of her breasts and how they should be bound and free but there was no way that would happen until she felt more at home and a little bit more loose than what she normally was I bowed a bit hearing her asking for a seamstress "I"ll send word for one to come right away." I watched her turn her back to me and began to walk towards the master bedroom I slowly walked over to the table and sat down and looked down at my body seeing my manhood pushing against my pants I started to smile and picked up a small bell and rang it once in popped the very maid that I had the pleasure of releasing my essence all over her face I smiled and said in a sweet tone "Take a message have a messenger head to the seamstress shop her presence is required after take Miss Sweetwater food up to the master bedroom and have her eat if she requires anything please let me know I myself will be in the library reading." And with that the maid curtsy and made her way away from myself I couldn't help but have a slight grin watching her walk away I should have had the maid bent over this table and fucking her hard and rough but that would be for another time I got up and began to walk towards the library wing of the house to put my mind at ease for a bit.
 
Bridget carefully headed up to the master bedroom, clutching his shirt around her body. She was mortified, and yet surprised at how dignified he had acted.

Once in the master bedroom, she had seated herself in a chair in front of the fireplace. She had been hoping that when she had been forced to agree to this deal, that Lexford would be a gentleman. But to be raped on her first day here, and for nothing more than to speak her mind. Her father had always considered her ideas just as important as his own. But apparently, this Squire Lexford did not think the same way.

After a while, a maid entered the room carrying a tray of food. She was surprised when she told her that the Squire had sent up food for her. Sitting here, not under his gaze, she found that she did have a bit of an appetite.

Later that day, the seamstress, Mrs. Millie Miller, arrived with her assistant in tow. The 2 of them spent the afternoon taking Bridget's measurements. The woman had several books of fabric samples and tried to induce Bridget to have ball gowns and the such. But Bridget was insistent that she needed plain sensible dresses. Mrs. Miller also suggested perhaps a dress that was more in fashion, maybe showing a bit of décolletage, but again Bridget insisted that she was a simple young lady and did not need a dress made to incite a young man's senses.

Eventually Mrs. Miller left Bridget in the bedroom with the promise of having the dresses to her as soon as possible. The seamstress left her and headed downstairs to speak to the Squire about payment for the dresses.

Bridget sat before the fire and waited for the only dress she owned to be cleaned.
 
I sat in the Libary reading one of the many books I purchased over the years it was a tale of a man-eating dragon that was slain by a knight I chuckled a bit reading it realizing dragons were hunted for their thick hide and what jewels they guarded I was interrupted on the final chapter by someone knocking on the library door I raised my voice a bit and said "Enter!" In walked Mrs. Millie Miller I smiled looking at her and watched her bow a bit I chuckled a bit and said: "You don't have to do that you were one of my mother's close friends how did the measurements go." I listened to her telling me how it went and what Bridget didn't want to wear I watched her pull fabrics from her bag and told me her ideas "I want you to make me whatever dresses you feel right that would make her look like a lady I also want two customized outfits made." I took a piece of paper and began to sketch out the sleepwear and a beautiful white lace dress "I trust you can have the sleepwear made tonight and the white lace dress with whichever two other dresses you want to see her in made over the next three days." I looked at Millie reaction and she gave me a carefree smile and said: "The outfit will be done by tonight I will send my assistant to deliver it at let's say eight o'clock." I smiled and said, "Yes that will be good." I walked Millie and her assistant to the front door and watched them off I couldn't wait for tonight to give Bridget her new sleepwear.
 
Bridget spent the afternoon still wrapped in his shirt. Lord knew she wanted to rip it off her body and throw it across the room or pitch it into the fire roaring in the fireplace. She wanted to, but she didn't. Instead she sat in one of the big winged chairs in front of the fireplace. The scent of him filled her nostrils - a masculine scent that was strong but not pungent.

The longer she sat there immersed in his scent, the more she found her body beginning to do strange things. Her mind kept replaying what had happened last night. Yes, he had raped her. That was something that she could not change. So it was a surprise to her that the area between her legs was starting to get wet. Her sex felt tingly and wet.

Mid afternoon, there was a knock on the door and one of the maids came in carrying her cleaned dress. Until the seamstress was able to produce her new underclothes, she was without any. But she would at least be covered, feeling less exposed.

"Thank you very much for your help. What is your name?"

"I'm just one of the maids. I'm Helen." The sweet girl gave a little curtsy and then helped Bridget in her dress. Once she had helped Bridget dress, she asked. "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"No. Thank you." Helen gave another curtsy and then she left with the shirt to go clean it and to return the torn dress to its owner.

Now that she was dressed in her own dress, she felt better even though she still lacked underclothes. Bridget watched the sun heading towards the horizon. Her first day in her strange new prison was slowly heading to an end. Soon it would be time for supper and after the way last night's meal had ended, she found herself a bit apprehensive. She awaited the butler informing her that it was mealtime.
 
I walked around the grounds of the mansion seeing how the groundskeeper was doing on rich fertile grass and trees as far as the eye could see I made sure to pass by the master bedroom window hoping to catch a glance of Bridget before dinner was to start. It was when the sun began to go down before I noticed the butler coming outside and coming to where I was and saying "My lord dinner is ready the cook has prepared a beef stew with warm baked bread." I nodded my head couldn't wait to eat after breaking a sweat in the fields the butler then asked before he turned and walked back into the house "Sir would you care for a bath before eating." I shook my head no and away he walked back into the house I came inside and took a seat at my chair waiting for Bridget before starting to eat.
 
Bridget started at the knock on the door. She called out to come in and was greeted by the butler telling her that dinner was served. She thanked him and followed him down to the dining room, where Lexford was already seated and waiting for her.

Once seated, she gave a tentative smile to Lexford before noting the beef stew and fresh bread served.

Lexford asked if she had had her order placed with the seamstress. She noted the secretive smile that he gave her but chalked it up to the strangeness of the Squire.

"Yes, I placed my order. It should take several days before it is ready. But this is my other dress so there should not be any problems. As to this morning, I want to again thank you for the kind use of your shirt."

She carefully ate her stew and hot bread. It was very delicious.

"You haven an excellent cook." She said as she carefully ate. She didn't want to give him any cause to repeat what happened last night.

She heard the clock in the hall strike 8 o'clock just as the front door bell rang.
 
I watched Bridget began to eat the stew and bread that was laid before her she answered my questions with ease. I smiled when she answered my question "Did she order a dress to her liking?" I began to feel my manhood harden from just thinking of Bridget in the sleepwear I choose for her. I perked up my ears when she said she would wear this dress till her dresses were made and delivered I gave a slight grin and said: "I am sure we can find you some other type of dress for you to wear for the time being." That's when a knock came from the door I watched the butler go out the hall moments later he came back into the dining room and walked up to me and bent down to whisper "The seamstress assistant is here with Miss Sweetwater sleepwear." I smiled and placed my hand on the butler's shoulder and looked up at Bridget "I must excuse myself for a few moments." I began to walk out of the dining room and toward the hall to the front door in the doorway stood a girl about Bridget age with a basket bowing gracefully she said: "My mistress has delivered as promised sire." She handed me the basket I looked inside and saw the sleepwear beautifully wrapped up I smiled I took a small sack of fifteen gold pieces and said: "Beautiful work thank your mistress for me." I hand the small bag to her waiting palm and grabbed another small gold coin from my pocket and handed it to her and said: "For your trouble." I watched her bowed and smiled in delight and began her trek back to the seamstress home. I closed the door and began to walk back toward the dining room once I got through the doors I looked at Bridget sitting there still eating her stew I walked up towards her and placed the basket on her left side and said: "A gift from me to you."
 
So far, the meal had been going good. He seemed happy with her responses to his questions and any topic she mentioned seemed fine. The butler came in and whispered something to Lexford and he excused himself and went out into the hall.

Bridget, on a temporary reprieve, took a deep breath and sipped the wine. She was not used to strong drink and therefore felt it necessary to drink rather sparingly of the red wine paired with the beef stew.

The stew was rather tasty and when the squire returned, he found her daintily eating it. He carried a pretty little basket and placed it to the left of her plate, saying, "A gift from me to you."

She looked surprised. The basket was not too large and yet not too small. She hoped that it was acceptable to peek in the basket to see what he had bought her.

"Why, thank you, sire." She lifted the cover and looked in. She felt her breath temporarily leave her as she recognized the filmy material of a nightgown. She kept the smile pasted on her lips but her fingers shook slightly as she felt the soft material and lifted the sheer gown up a bit.

"It is very beautiful, sire. Thank you for thinking of me." At least I don't have to sleep naked, she thought. Though from what she could see, most of her could be seen through the material. "I shall treasure it always." So much for trying to sleep in her flannel gown. She smiled at him and continued eating.
 
I smiled watching Bridget taking the gown from the basket and holding it up and looking at it. I cleared my throat and said, "I had the seamstress make it as soon as she got back to her shop if you require adjustments on it let me know and I'll summon the seamstress back." I took a sip of the wine in front of me and glanced at Bridget eating every once in a while "Do you per chance have any childhood friends living nearby?" I watched and listened to her answer taking a few glances of Bridget body.
 
She sat there feeling very much under the control of the squire. She would feel his eyes on her, but every time she looked at him, he would be sipping his wine or eating. Maybe she was just hesitant about what might happen at bedtime tonight. That was only an hour or two away.

"Oh, I'm sure that it fits perfectly. Mrs. Miller is an excellent seamstress." She wondered exactly what other surprises awaited her.

She continued eating though she had lost her appetite. But she had slowed down and was hoping that the meal would soon be over.

Do you per chance have any childhood friends living nearby?

"No. Not really. Working the land did not leave time for making friends." Most of the girls that she had grown up with were already married and had started their families. They had nothing in common with her, and would probably now considered her beneath their attention. Word would soon get out that she shared the squire's bed and they would consider her a whore and a harlot. She tried not to think about it.

She wondered if she could stop eating now without angering him.
 
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