The governess

[Swashbuckler]

OCC Jonathon

OOC
(((BUMP))
Come on guys, someone else get us to the table here, please, you have a man of appetites dying here.

 

[SexyChele]

Caroline

OOC: Patience, Jonathon! It has always been you weakness, hasn't it? Even when we were children....

IC:
I smiled coyly at my brother as I filled his glass before returning the decanter to the sideboard. Dinner was waiting, and I turned to my brother.

"Jonathon, do you mind?"

I hold out my arm, and he gallantly takes it as I smile knowing that he would much rather have the governesses hand on his arm. Leaning up to his ear, I whisper.

"Don't worry, my sweet brother, you will have your fun with her yet this evening!"

He sighed and looked back down at me - a look that I recognized instantly as one of a predator having been distracted from his prey. I laughed prettily as we reached our chairs, and I was seated next to Jonathon.

My father sat at the head of the table, and Miss Gordon took her place opposite Jonathon. As the first course was served, my hand drifted down to Jonathon's thigh, where I began to stroke the length of it, while sipping my soup delicately. I heard Jonathon's sharp intake of breath, and glanced around. Miss Gordon either pretended not to hear or hadn't heard, papa was giving me one of his "looks" that meant to behave. Oh well....it hadn't worked before, why now?

As the next course was served, my hand wandered up my twin's thigh until I felt the erection growing in his trousers. My fingers lightly traced the outline, already knowing its contours, length, and width very well. I sneaked a glance at Jonathon, but he had stopped eating and was leaning on his elbows, eyes partially closed. I grabbed his cock harder and started to stroke him causing him to jump slightly.

"Excuse me, Jonathon, but are you feeling well?" Miss Gordon asked.

"I'm...fine...thank you, Miss Gordon. Just a passing sensation."

Papa was glaring at me by now, so I placed my fork down as though I were finished and placed my hand on his thigh, stroking him while my eyes reassured him.

Turning my attention back to my twin, I began to undo the buttons on his trousers, when he moved quickly to grasp my hand. Miss Gordon looked up at his quick movement, and my brother began to blush. A small giggle escaped my lips, and Miss Gordon looked at me questioningly. I shrugged my shoulders, and as I grabbed Jonathon's cock roughly, I spoke.

"Sometimes Jonathon does behave strangely, don't you?"

I broke into a fit of giggles, until I noticed papa's stern gaze, and quickly took a sip of wine. In the meantime, Jonathon, to get his own revenge, began sliding my skirt up and it was almost impossible not to hear the rustle of silk and petticoats as he did so. I started to blush and push his hand away, but he was insistant, and he finally achieved the result of having his hand under my skirts, stroking my stocking covered thigh.

All of the movement at the table had certainly caught Miss Gordon's attention and as she looked at me and my brother, papa quickly interjected with a question. Glaring at Jonathon, he only smiled back at me before reaching over and quickly and painfully tweaking one of my nipples. As I took a sharp gast I look up, and noticed the flame on Miss Gordon's cheeks. Damn! She must have seen Jonathon's attack on my breast. Before I could anything, I felt Jonathon wrap his arm about my shoulders as his fingers grazed the tops of my breasts.

"You see, Miss Gordon, Caroline and I are very close to one another. We are, after all twins."

I smiled at Miss Gordon, while stroking Jonathon's cock with even more gusto.

 

[ariosto]

"As you can see Miss Gordon I have too very precocious children. You will have your hands full."
He looked at Jonathan and winked.

His son had a dreamy look on his face and was beginning to slip down in his seat. Caroline on the other hand seemed incredibly eager.
"Tell me Miss Gordon", she said."What kind of games we'll be playing."

Catherine Gordon looked from face to face, sensing something was very strange about this family.
She put her fork down carefully.
"Mister Kent, when will I meet the younger children. The ones I'll be caring for."

The three Kents exchanged sly glances. An odd pounding began to vibrate the table.
Jonathan gripped the table edge and began to sweat.

Gerald burst out laughing!
"Why these are your wards my dear. Their all the children I have!"

She sat bolt upright as Jonathan's foot climbed high into her petticoats.

"Good LORD!" she began.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHH GODDDDDDDDD!"
The boy threw his head back and howled as Caroline pumped his cock with unfettered abandon.

"Mister Kent! Look at what your children are doing! It's ..It's..."

"Lovely isn't it?
Would you care to do mine?"

Gerald stood up from the shaking table, dropped his trousers and presented a stiff thick nine inch pego to the outraged Governess.

 

[Honey_B]

Catherine

As a girl, I used to capture fireflies. The desperate insect would fly wildly in my hands after they were caught. Bouncing against the confines of my cupped hands, they seemed aware of impending danger and wanted nothing more to escape.

I was a firefly trapped in the hands of these people. Taking a large gulp of wine, I looked from face to face, searching for some source of aid. Caroline, Miss Kent, I did not want to think about where her hand was. I tried desperately to take a deep breath. Jonathan Kent had an expression on his face that even I knew represented intense ecstasy. And that, God awful howl! My employer, my goodness! He had his manhood out, expecting me to "do" something to it.

I threw my napkin on the table with as much disgust as I could muster.

"I will NOT!"

Brave words, but what was I really to do? I had never even known a man, let alone participated in whatever this demonic trio was purposing. Yet, I was on my very last chance. I could little afford to lose this position and surely when they realized my reluctance, I would be let go. More than that, I instinctively knew the Kents would ruin me if I did not comply.

I stood up quickly, knocking over my chair. The abrupt movement, my tight corset, too much wine, they all made me dizzy. The room started to spin and all went black.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Jonathon

My cold eyes took in the scene, the prim and propper governess bolting up and retreat from Father's rigidity; only to unladylike upset her chair and swoon dead away. My own release slicking Caroline's hand and the tablecloth. I smiled with release and the fulfilment that only causing terror can give one. "Father, it would seem that my, our, rather present, is going to be unreceptive," I state coldly. Turning to peck sweet caroline's cheek as my hand creeps slowly up her thigh, gently rustling her skirts nder the table, "Thank you, dear sister," I whisper as I nip at her earlobe.

Releasing her ear and thigh abruptly, as I stand. Not bothering with my trousers. I run a finger along the back of Caroline's neck as I stroll around the table. "Dear sister, Father," I begin pausing to light a cigar, "I feel a little disappointed," I lied utterly. "It would seem that Miss Catherine here does not wish to play," having rounded the table to stand over her unconscious form, the drops of my passion straining against gravity above her soft face. Blowing out a thick cloud of smoke, "I do find it hateful when people do not wish to play. How unkind, I ask?" Father nodding in ready agreement. Caroline smiling like a succubus as she rises from her chair and begins sweeping her rumpled skirts around the fine table. I clench the cigar in my teeth and kneel down to the hapless form before me. "Perhaps she is in desperate need of, some rehabilitation?" I ask around the cigar in my teeth, not looking or listeninng for them to reply. I sieze the young woman by her tightly corsetted waist, my fingers enjoying the feel of the gown again, yet in so much more interestingly. I force my hands to the task at hand as Father and Caroline have gathered close. I grasp her firmly, she almost stirs as I heft her body up on my right shoulder, balancing it with my left hand, firmly gripping and exploring her buttock through her clothing, I push with my legs and rise. Glancing from Father to Caroline, "Well sweet sister, is her chamber prepared?" I ask inflecting then name of my favorite set of rooms here. "Of course, you know it is, dear brother," Caroline answered stepping close to kiss my lips heavily as she fidgets with my trousers to prevent me from tripping on the steep stairs to come.

Father, just simply steps out of his own and crosses the hall into the library and I hear the grind of the floor to celing bookcase swinging open with his pull on the spine of our family's favorite copy of Dante's Inferno. Caroline had read it to me aloud once, from another less encumbered by mechanisms, print. I mused in a whisper while stroking Catherine's ass in Caroline's dress, "Abandon all hope, ye governess, who enter here..." Looking into the beautiful smoldering eyes of Caroline, "Would you be so good as to fetch my cane, dear Caroline?" She nods as she runs a hand up the leg of our fainted waif in my grasp. Reaching the root of her leg, "Oh my Jonathon, oh my..." Caroline smiles coyly as she drags her hand away to retrieve my cane. This causes a slight stir in Catherine, I look, but can not determine if she has woken or remained in the solace of blackness of mind. No matter, I thought to myself as I turned to follow Caroline's lead across the hall and down the dark hidden stone steps in the library. Feeling my way around the two mounds near my cheek while watching intently on Caroline's swaying rear as she steps down the stairs, a full candelabra in one hand and my favorite cane in the other. My face is litterally split in a cold smile of anticipation, my manhood taught and thick again, straining against my trousers more intently than the dead weight rocking sweetly against my shoulder. I laughed throwing my head back, the sound echoing in the stairwell as we descended.

 

[ariosto]

Following his delightful children and their 'cargo down the cold stone stairs. Gerald paused and called for Mrs Hutchinson to follow. They wound through the dark basement, a place full of sinister shadowed shapes. Gerald passed in front of his son and daughter and stopped at a wooden door set into the wall.
"Bring her in here."

He turned the latch and they walked in to the pitch dark room. In a second several gas lights were burning and they were standing in a very comfortable looking Chelsea bedchamber!
The funiture was heavy and beautifully crafted. wallpaper and bed clothes in old rose tones, Pictures hung on the walls, in gaslight the whole room seemed made of gold and rose and shadows.

"Lor I wish my room looked half as good as this PaPa!" Caroline set her end of Mrs Gordon on the bed and looked around in surprise.

Jonathan deposited the other half of Catherine and
joined his siter.
"You did a fine job dad!"

"Yes I think she'll be quite at home here."
Gerald reached out and began to unbutton Mrs Gordons blouse.
"Mrs Hutchinson did you bring the smelling salts? I think it's time our Governess woke up and joined the party."

 

[Honey_B]

Catherine

Hands on my breasts - moaning with pleasure - dark changing to light and then...

I opened my eyes to a nightmare.

I was bound, tied to a bed in an unfamiliar bedroom. What could possibly be going on!? I felt my skin grow clammy with a cold sweat. I fought to control the rising panic and listen. I heard voices, muffled, coming from behind the only door in the room.

The Kents?

What did they mean to do to me? Was I to be killed? The unknown can be a terrible thing, clawing at the sanity of anyone. The terror threatened to overtake me.

No wonder that I did not notice for several long minutes that I was no longer clothed. I had been stripped of my dress and all my undergarments and was clad in a simple sheer chemise. Somebody had undressed me, had seen my body, had touched me. I was sure of it, remembering back to the feeling of hands on my...

I screamed.

 

[SexyChele]

Caroline

"Now, my poor Miss Gordon! There, there - we mean you no harm, please, you must believe me!"

I move to the bed and sit down next to her prone body. Lightly using my fingers, I caress her face, smoothing the hair back from her sweat moistened forehead. Trailing my fingers along her jaw to her neck and collarbone. My God, but she is beautiful!

As if taken by surprise, she stops her screaming and looks at me, fear in her eyes, her body taut with suspicion. Smiling, I lean towards her, my hands cupping her face.

"Truly, Miss Gordon, you are a very lovely woman, do you know that? And one thing my father and brother can appreciate is lovely women. I should know."

Leaning further forward, I let my lips brush hers, my tongue snaking out to trace the lines of her lips. I feel her resisting, hear her begin to scream once more. I cover her mouth with my own, my tongue finding hers. With one hand I trace her bindings down to her hand and then along her arm. My other hand moves down her body, until I find her ripe, firm breast. I smile as I find the nipple already firm and hard. Rolling it between my fingers lightly I anticipate sucking the sweet morsel of flesh - and watching my brother and father do the same.

I feel hands at my back, slowly undoing my gown, letting my hair flow freely down my back....

 

[ariosto]

It was difficult to decide what to do next. Both Miss Gordon and his lovely Caroline offered tempting possibilities and with Jonathan out of the room the choices were his alone.
Poor Caroline was trying to keep the governess still by crushing her mouth with her own and toying with a very luscious looking tit. Gerald's mouth was watering...
His parernal duties came first though and seeing the difficult time Caroline was having in her tightly corseted dress, he unsnapped it all the way down her back allowing her own breasts to tumble free. As an after thought he took the pins from her hair and it cascaded down around her shoulders.
Catherine Gordon's smothly tapered legs and thighs were twitching and jumping with each new move Caroline tried on her, and his eyes glided up along them to the down covered mound of her cunnie, from which a jewel of pink was peeking. He made his decision.

"Caroline please keep Ctaherine occupied up there. Her breasts are very succulant, I ache to try them in fact but first I will dine for hours on this fine little quim of hers."

Carefully postioning himself between her taught thighs, Gerald leans down and begins to lap at her
swollen pearl like a kitten drinking milk.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Jonathon

I came strolling into Catherine's new quarters. Sipping at my flask and reading an article in The Times entitled, "Third Grizzly Murder In Whitechapel". The facts of the scene were kept faceless, portrayed that way by the reporter, out of ignorance or perhaps intentionally. The true feel of the scene was much richer than the typeset relayed to the reader. I shrugged, taking a pull at my flask.

The scene before me now was glorious. I watched Father as he drank from Catherine's bottomless well. Sweet Caroline, bared to the waist, smothered Catherine's cries with kisses and kneaded her erect nipples. I paused to set down the neatly folded Timesand longingly rolled my cane between my thumb and forefinger. Draining the scotch from my flask and snugging the sterling stopper back into place, I placed the flask on top of the folded paper. A fresh, cold smile crept its way across my face.

Stepping behind Caroline, I slowly rased her skirts over her back with the tip of my cane. She instantly groaned into Catherine's mouth and redoubled her efforts there. With the flesh of her cheeks exposed the air was charged with the scent of her passion that ebbed from the hungry orifice between her milky thighs.

With my left hand, I lightly traced across her backside with my cane just as a fresco artist might cartoon a stucco before attacking with his brush. My right hand slowly began to loosen my own inhibiting clothing. As my chest bared, I felt the slight chill of the basement air on my own nipples. My cane's tip dipped down the crack of Caroline's cheeks to make a soft glancing blow against the gateway to her garden. Caroline released Catherine's mouth long enough to gasp and inhale deeply. Catherine was somewhere between bawling and encouraging. Her body was betraying her dignities to the combined assaults of Father and Caroline. I laughed at her plight, loudly throwing my head back as I let my trousers fall from my expanding girth. This made her sob.

I stepped forward, out of my crumpled trousers. Continuing to slide my cane down the inside of one thigh and back up to Caroline's tormented lips, only to move on to the other thigh. Caroline's legs buckled from this teasing. She moaned into Catherine's lips as she sought the refuge of connection to my cane. Of course, I withdrew it completely, tossing it aside. It clanked on the stony hardness of the cell floor several times before rolling to a stop.

Stepping fully behind Caroline, I reached around her to seize one of her nipples. She broke her kiss again and gasped, pulling back towards my rigidity. I grasped her other breast, wheeling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger roughly. She turned her head, her golden locks flying about. I drove my tongue into her waiting mouth with Catherine looking up from her position, gaping.

Breaking our kiss, I bent low to whisper in Catherine's ear, "A warning my dear, those who do not join the dance never walk out of the ball." Giving her ear a quick lick, I rose back slowly. Father was eyeing me curiously from her honey pot, still sating himself. I ignored his look. Righting myself I thrust Caroline down roughly upon Catherine. Despite her pre-conditioning, I wanted to enter her as roughly as I could. Seizing my sister's hips, I slammed her, causing her cheeks to quake like disturbed dollops of pudding. Again and again I thundered into her familiar nest. Her walls greased with want and expectation, rippled and gripped at my penis. I felt her contract hard upon me as I plunged deeper into her. The sounds of Father's lapping, Catherine's screams of mixed horror and lust, and sweet Caroline's pleads for me to join her ecstacy, all rang in my ears as I ploughed into her.

Barely restraining myself, I wrenched myself from Caroline's wanton grasp. My head spun and my knees shook momentarily. Caroline lifted her face from Catherine's chest. She gasped, "You cruel brat!" "Yes, dear sister," I panted, "and that is why you love me. However, I do not feel it would be social for me to not involve our guest," I said leering into Catherine's eyes. She was staring at my glistening prick as it loomed closer to her face.

 

[SexyChele]

Caroline

I watched as Jonathon was just about to feed Miss Gordon his wonderfully large cock covered with my juices, a grin playing on my lips. I noticed a movement from the other side of the room, and I glanced over, seeing Miss Hutchinson motioning to me. Pulling my dress up, I walk over to her.

"Yes? What do you want? You can see we are busy!"

"Yes, Miss Kent, I know. But Mr. Whiting is here, now, to see you. I wasn't sure to tell him were home or if you were out."

I take a deep sigh. Damn! Edward always showed up at the most inconvenient times! My future husband was going to have to learn a few lessons once we were married.

"Hurry, Miss Hutchinson, help me with my dress."

As she helped me back into my dress, I took a long look at the scene being played out. Soon, I'll be back just as soon as I can.

I hurried from the room to do confront Edward -

 

[Honey_B]

Catherine

The moments after my scream died down passed in a blur, but the memory moves in slow motion with disturbing clarity. Miss Kent entered. Her comforting words, "Now, my poor Miss Gordon! There, there - we mean you no harm, please, you must believe me!" seemed to reek with menace. I wanted to scream at her that they had already been beyond harmful, but I remained silent out of fear. My darkest thoughts were being made real. I struggled in protest, but my bindings were too tight.

If only I could have gotten away because what Miss Kent did next, I do not think I will ever get over. I have always had sensitive breasts, nipples that respond to the slightest touch. It is not easy to admit, but sometimes I touched them for my own pleasure. That was nothing like the feeling I experienced under the touch of Miss Kent. Her hands roamed over my body and then she grasped my nipples. Her fingers were so teasing, I felt my body respond and my face flushed from the shame of it.

I felt the blood drain from my face when Mr. Kent entered the room. He concentrated his attention on his daughter in the most shocking of ways. He stripped his daughter, revealing the upper part of her body. I tried not to look but my eyes couldn't help but be drawn to her beautiful curves, her breasts glowing pale ivory in the flickering gaslight. It didn't register what Mr. Kent said until I felt his tongue between my legs. If I hadn't been bound, I would have jumped clear off the bed. The feeling of his mouth was almost painful in his intensity. I nearly swooned from the ecstasy, for that is surely what it was.

Through the haze of passion, I saw Jonathon Kent enter. He moved behind his sister and raised the back of her dress. He stood behind her, surely doing things to her that were beyond common decency. She moaned and sobbed, causing her to break her kiss with me. I felt strangely distraught as if I could not get enough of her sweet lips.

My cunny jumped as Mr. Kent fought for my attention. I moaned in reluctant lust. At that precise moment, Jonathon bent to whisper in my ear, "A warning, my dear, those who do not join the dance never walk out of the ball." I felt the cold ice of fear pour into my veins. I screamed as Gerald thrust his tongue up my most private passage. Caroline was begging her brother for something unspeakable. He seemed to stop what he did to Caroline and then Jonathon came closer to me. My eyes opened wide as I glimpsed his manhood, wet with Caroline's spendings. So close. Close enough that I could almost feel the heat radiate from it.

Without warning Caroline was drawn off by Miss Hutchinson. My mind raced. I was left alone with two men, bound and drifting into unspeakable desires of my own.

 

[ariosto]

From the corner of his eye, Gerald saw with some pride the prodigeous length of the pego young
Jonathan was attempting to steer between the Governess' lush full lips. He felt in fact a pang of envy...oh well, one can't be in two places at once. So he contented himself by spreading Miss Gordon's quim with his fingers and administring a thorough gynecological examination with his long firm tongue.
He lathed the satiny pink flesh of her opened petals while at the same time gently pinching them
with his finger tips. He probed deep in her cunny and ravenouslylicked the tasty pearl which had swollen substantially and now seemed to glow with an inner heat.
Looking up over the soft curling hair of her mons, past her jutting breasts and engorged nipples, he was pleased to see that Jonathan had now suceeded in his attempts and was thrusting quite deep into the struggling Governess' mouth.

Not expecting an answer at the moment he went ahead and said,
"Miss Gordon, you have the sweetest tasting cunt I beleive I have ever gamouched, I cant wait to have Jonathan, and Caroline taste it as well...I'm sure they'll both agree. Are you having a good time Catherine?"
Slipping back down her moist spread pussy, Gerald tried a daring lick against the rosey hole of her tightly squeezed bum.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Jonathon

Catherine's protests were oh so delightfully laced with curious desire. I silenced them by placing my staff betwixt her luscious lips. I pushed into her throat deep, her teeth gently raking my skin in surprise and fear. As I began to fully enjoy her face, she too began to respond. Her tongue would not be restrained by her natural contrariness. It began at first to slowly sample the film that Caroline had left behind. Father renewed his probings of her flower. Unable to protest anymore, she could not help but to clean the delicious fluid from my pulsing manhood buried within her mouth.

Her tongue flicked like a fleshy flame around my log, burning Caroline's essence from me. All the while she tugged and swallowed with her throat as if she was dying of thirst, trying to secure some refreshment for her tormented body. Her legs were struggling with desperation against her bonds over Father's shoulders and under his oral ministrations. Her tiny arms tested the futility of their own restraints as I gripped her head tightly with my hands. I ran my fingers through her hair, spilling her bun. Her locks of hair erupted about her face like a sunburst. I pierced it fully in response, eclipsing her beauty with my desire.

I coursed my fingers through her hair and down the sweep of her neck, caressing. Running my nails gently over Catherine's shoulders, I slip my hands down to her breasts. I seize them hard, clamping her nipples and rolling them roughly between thumb and finger. She tries to struggle, her cries are muffled by the lodgement in her throat. "Nay, Catherine," I say pumping eagerly into her mouth, "do not fight it, enjoy your fate, as my toy." Looking down I see her eyes wide with a new fright at my words. I seize the back of her neck with a powerful hand, thrusting deeper with my throbbing erection, peaking to release. Holding her tight against me with my hand, I bathe her throat with a spurting fountain of seed. She chokes slightly, out of fear and confusion, before drinking the nectar she has received.

I withdraw from her lips, trailing a string mingled with my seed and Catherine's saliva. Still gripping her neck and one nipple, I bend low to Catherine's face and lick her clean of the spilled dribbles of my issue. Gathering it on my tongue, I push it back into her mouth and kiss her passionately. "Very good, Catherine," I whisper coldly, breaking our kiss. "I do so enjoy having you as our guest. You will be like one of the family soon. The sooner the better, for your sweet sake." I add with a cruel smile. I withdraw and rise, adjusting my clothing and picking up my cane. Briefly, I gently roll it across Catherine's breasts softly. "The art I could create with my tools upon her canvass," I say, barely audible with a sigh. Gathering my sniffer, but leaving behind my copy of The Times, headline up. Perhaps Miss Gordon may find it interesting after Father has finished with her. Lighting a new cigar in celebration of my birthday present's complicity, "Father," I state nonchalantly through the smoke, "I have....business in London and shall be gone for a few hours. Please take care of my present," I say, gazing at Catherine's eyes. Father's eyebrows raise as he lifts himself off of Catherine's leaking and engorged sex, "What business, is this?" I respond with a shrug. "Jonathon?" Father asks again. "No matter to concern yourself with, simply my business." I answer to defuse. On my way to the door I pause and kneel next to Father, "Thank you for our gift, Father, she is perfect. I assure you that Caroline shares my opinion." I lightly kiss Father's cheek, watching Catherine's reaction. Inhaling her heavy scent of fear and desire that Father has so expertly coaxed to flood out of her, "Yes she is perfect." I make one quick dip beneath her thighs and lick her lips lightly, thrusting a finger deep into her and withdrawing a honey covered digit. I rise and as I walk out the door, "Yes she is perfect," I say softly devouring her juices from my finger like a child with a dollop of honeyed cream at Christmas. I advance up the stairs, thumping the stones with my cane merrily.

Shortly thereafter, I return downstairs from my chamber, having collected my heavy black cloak and my necessities, all secured in my pockets. I pass by the drawing room and stop to bid Caroline goodnight. "Dear sister, and..." I paused and saw no point in restraining my distaste, "Edward, I shall be out for some time. Caroline, please remember to check on Father and his humor before turning in." "Of course, Jonathon," Caroline responded with an innocent smile that concealed the lust that burned in her eyes. Edward stood in greeting, "Is your father not well?" Edward asked stupidly. "It is of no real concern, Edward," I answered for Caroline, "Our Father has a habit of overworking himself given certain distractions." I glared coldly at the fool standing before me. I hated him. There was no way that he could provide for my dearest Caroline with all her needs. I failed to see any attributes that Father and Caroline put to his stupidity of form. He was wealthy, but were we not? He was of good breeding though what he knew of the art could fill entire libraries. Perhaps he was handsome, but in comparison to me? If only we lived in a more civilized age, I could challenge him to a duel and be rid of the meddler. I turned my cane in one hand and fingered the cold, flat piece of steel concealed in my pocket as I thought about him.

As if sensing my mind, as she was always want to do, Caroline said, "Goodnight, Jonathon." pleasantly yet with dismay. Grinning coldly at her, sharing the communication that only intimate twins can, "Yes, my dear sister. Goodnight. Edward." I turned and went out into the foggy chill, climbing in my coach and setting off for my distractions.

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[ariosto]

"Where oh where, does the boy go on nights like this!"
Gerald said out loud to no one in particular. If Miss Gordon heard him, she gave no sign being still preoccupied with her present predicament.

"Why Catherine I beleive we're all alone!"
He rose from between her legs but not before giving one long last loving lick to her swollen quim.
Gerald spent a good bit of time kissing her trembling body all the way up to her round high breasts which he took in his mouth, squeezed in his hands and bit most cruelly.

"Ohhhh PLEASE! Mister Kent...PLEASE let me go."

Her voice sounded at odds with her responsive body, which was arching upwards, thrusting her hard pink buds deep into his hungry mouth.

"Oh my goodness no, Miss Gordon. You are now a part of our family!"
He was like a little boy in a candy shop. Without his wards around he was free to indulge his every fancy, every whim.

From the big dark sideboard cabinet, Gerald selected an interestingly shaped object, made of gleaming ebony wood.
Two cuving prongs seperated by little more than an inch rose from a base resembling a pistol grip. The top one was close to 10 inches long and at least 2 inces thick at the base. The other was about 6 inches and an inch thick.
He walked over to Miss Gordon and held it before her eyes.
"You might have one of these at home. Do you Catherine?"
She shook her head..."no."

He began to rub the wood with a thick oil that he'd also taken from the side board.
"Would you like to know what I can do with this?"
She shut her eyes tight, her hands balled up into fists.
She didn't want to know.

"I'll show you."
She felt him sit on the bed down near her knees. A fat pillow slid under her hips, exposing her at an even more outrageous angle!
Then the incredible feeling of being opened by something smooth and cold and oh so THICK, sent a shudder through her body, but it was nothing compared to the entry of the smaller horn right up her virgin bum.

 

[Honey_B]

Catherine

The mysteries of servicing a man with my mouth would be revealed to me. I had no doubt of that as soon as I glimpsed Jonathon Kent looming over me with his engorged manhood. Without warning he forced himself into my mouth, thrusting deeply. I ran my tongue over its slick surface, tasting the unfamiliar sweet tang of Caroline's juices. When his long shaft hit the back of my throat, I tried desperately not to gag. Again and again, I swallowed, trying to fight the reflex. Tears spring to my eyes in the effort.

I moaned around the obstacle in my mouth as Mr. Kent continued to tease me into feeling pleasure. Jonathon's hands in my hair, on my breasts, caressing and hurting, I wanted to cry but I couldn't.

Vaguely I heard them taunt me, calling me sweet and his toy. The horror of the label baring registered.

Fear of the unknown welled up in me, not because of the words, but because I felt the meaty shaft within my mouth pulsate. I knew something was about to happen. Even so, when the hot bursts of carnal essence jetted into my mouth, I felt panic rising. Desperately, I swallowed, trying not to choke. It seemed to on forever, with Jonathon shooting copious amount of semen down my throat.

I allowed myself to feel some relief as Jonathon withdrew his glistening pego. He had not finished his humiliation though. Lasciviously, he licked my face and kissed me, feeding me the droplets of his issue that he had collected on his tongue. With a few words, he left.

My attention was drawn back to my nether regions by the insistent Mr. Kent. For the first time in my life, I was grateful that the evidence of my virginity was destroyed during a horseback ride in my youth. Had it not been, the brutal invasion of Mr. Kent's diabolical instrument would have caused me even greater anguish. Even so I tried to push against it. My resistance only seemed to make the job easier and Mr. Kent soon had my cunny and arsehole filled with the twin prongs of his evil toy. I felt skewered, completely trapped, helpless, and aroused.

 

[ariosto]

OH my..Oh yes... He thought, what joy, divine...

The slick black tool slid in and out of Miss Gordons arse and cunnie with increasing rapidity as the ebon shafts received a coating of the creamy juices of her arousal.
He watched the thick shaft disapear beneath the pink stem and swollen pearl of her fevered sex. He liked to twist it once it was run fully into her passages. Twist it until she moaned or even better cried out...
"OH Please!...Please!..Have mercy...let me Go."

"No...no..no, My dear. We're having to much fun!"
He bent down and took her clit in his mouth, sucking it between his teeth as he drove the double headed dildo home relentlessly.

The Governess was straining against her bindings, powerless to fight the wave of liquid heat that was shuddering through her body. The horns were driving into her violently , threatening to rip her in two...there was nothing she could do!
"Oh..Oh...Oh...NOOOOOOOOOOO!"

She felt herself, spinning, whilrling into a vast dark space of mindless ecstacy...the wave broke!

She threw her head back and screamed. Gerald covered her mouth with one hand while he continued to pump the ladies Double Delight into her ravenous passages without letup...

 

[Honey_B]

Catherine

The double-headed tool sank half way into my ravaged cunny and arse. It was too unspeakably horrible to imagine that I was enjoying this, but I was. Mr. Kent placed his hand over my mouth. I could have bit down on his hand, but I didn’t. I simply did not want this to end. Had Mr. Kent stopped, I think I would have begged him to keep at his wicked task. Mercifully, I was not faced with that humiliation because he continued the penetrating strokes with devastating effect.

I flushed as I felt my body commit itself to the most intimate of responses. The walls of my violated passages clenched around the shiny black surface invader. I heard Mr. Kent laugh softly. He knew what was happening to me and he was enjoying himself at my expense.

"That's right, Miss Gordon. You are doing beautifully.”

I tried to spread my legs wider, to thrust my hips to meet the strokes of the almost painful thrusts. I felt as though I were being split in two by the barrage. Intense feeling began to erupt from the center of my being. It seemed the more excited my body became the deeper I fell under Mr. Kent's spell.

I wanted to be mauled by him, taken and abused. The thoughts didn't even faze me as I gave in to the sensations ripping through my body.

I let out a tortured groan through the fingers of Mr. Kent and he smiled wickedly.

 

[ariosto]

As soon as he saw her eyes roll back and her body arch up straining against her bindings and shuddering at a veritable frenzied peak of outraged violation, Gerald began to cum. His white seed erupted from his pulsing pego and flew in gobs and strings across miss Gordon's breasts and face. Her eyes opened in time to see the last of his spend splatter hotly across her belly and pool into her navel. Inspite of the mind bending power of his orgasm he never stopped the relentless thusting of the double dildo and Catherine at the sight of his erupting cock began a violent orgasm of her own.

Their mutual climax was observed by MIss Hutchinson who chose this moment to swiftly enter the room and raising her skirts straddle Miss Gordon's face and settle her hot moist quim onto the Governess panting lips.

 

[Honey_B]

Catherine

The soft tissues of Miss Hutchinson's cunny enveloped my face. I parted my lips in surprise just as her silky wet sex slid over mouth. I drank in her salty sweetness as I gasped for breath. I struggled against my bonds, knowing full well there could be no escape. I tried to turn my head, but the woman reached down and held me still. The functioning part of my mind rationalized that if I participated, the act could be completed in less time.

I slid my tongue tentatively along the wet flanges of her nether lips. Her musky scent filled my nostrils, even as my mind fought to keep it from registering. I dipped my tongue into the velvet- lined cavern of her sex. The woman moaned. I twisted my tongue, smacking it against the muscular walls. She began to writhe.

My lips sought out the delicate pearl, the woman's clitoris. I drew the tiny organ into my mouth, running my tongue over its taunt surface. Miss Hutchinson tensed and released her thighs in an increasing rhythm. I sensed her drawing close.

Her sex throbbed around my mouth. She groaned and the woman's spendings showered my face as she climaxed. I licked and lapped at her swollen lips, feeding off her juices with more fervor than was necessary. My own body had began to ache in arousal. What was happening to me?

Light blinded me as the cocoon of Miss Hutchinson's dress and cunny was removed from my face when she rose.

I craned my neck to see, Mr. Kent watching me with a cruel smile on his face.

I fainted.

When I came to, I noticed immediately that I had been unbound and that I was alone. I sat up. Someone had cleaned me and dressed me in my own nightdress. My hair had been plaited and it hung down my back in a thick braid. I got out of bed and tried the door and was not surprised to find it locked.

Intense fatigue enveloped me despite the horrors that ran through my mind. I had no way of knowing how long I had been unconscious, but it did not feel very long. The bed beckoned me to return and I crawled back under the covers. Sleep came quickly and I tried not to dream.

 

[Frambois]

Samuel

I am writing to you for the position of butler.
I am an African gentleman of some 35 years. I am very large and strong and am willing to any jobs that require my physical attributes as well as the normal butler jobs.
Thanking you in anticipation.

Samuel Hardy

 

[ariosto]

Gerald finished putting the last lines into the leather bound diary with a flourish.
Miss Hutchinson thought his handwriting was most elegant she had ever seen. She was very much in love with Gerald Kent.

"Does that cover it Miss H?"
"Oh yes sir it does, even down to the salt sweet taste of Miss Gordon's warm spend as I helped you lap her clean."
The housekeeper crossed over to the table for the wine decanter with Geralds eyes fastned on the swaying movements of her crinoline covered backside.

"Miss H?!"

"Sir?"
she looked over her shoulder.

"I say, would you mind bending over the table and raising your skirts?"

Without a word the dutiful domestic did as she was told and soon felt the masters cock slide into her
moist eager quim and penetrate her most deliciously.

"Shall we go over next weeks grocery budget while we fuck Miss H?"

"Oh yes sir. Indeed, let's kill two birds with one stone."

 

[Swashbuckler]

Jonathon

I am frustrated and angry. The evening has been a complete disaster. I had lost horribly at the tables. To make matters worse, afterward I had found no interesting diversions on the streets of Whitechaple. I tried a pull at my flask and even that had deserted me. I drive a fist into wall of the coach as the hooves thundered through the streets. I fidget in my annoyance.

The carriage pulls to a stop outside the house just as the eastern horizon flickers to a pale grey-gold of predawn. I fling the door open. It swings hard and smashes into the side of the coach with a crack as I leap out of it, twirling my cane in my hand. I shove a note into the hand of the driver and without a second glance, I stride to the door. I pause there, shift my shoulders, swing the ball of my cane hard into my open palm, and breathing deep, I slowly open the door. The house is still quiet.

In desperate need of a diversion, I slip quickly and quietly to the bookcase and open the dark stairwell. My cloak billows behind me as I descend. I creep to the locked door to where my present awaits. Father must have given up on her hours ago, I surmise from the lack of noise. "Perfect," I whisper as my key glides into the lock effortlessly. I turn it slowly and quietly, before creeping in. There she is in an exhausted heap on her mattress. I lock the door behind me as she begins to stir. Lighting a lamp brings her round with a start. She sits bolt upright, but I silence her with a hand flung across her lips. "Catherine," I whisper in her ear, my tongue tracing her lobe as the words escape my lips, "Do you still remember what I said earlier?" She nods with a new terror. "Good!" I stand up and fling off my cloak. "We are going to play a new game," I inform her, her eyes wide in fear. "You have been so amusing, thus far. I do hope that you continue to be amiable." Turning around to face her, I flash the long thin bladed dagger that I have had with me all evening. She very nearly swoons with shock, "You have nothing much to fear, so long as you play the game, Catherine," I say my eyes flashing in the dim light like ice at dawn.

Moving towards her I see her start to tremble. I smile cruelly, "I do so love how frightened you are. Father has surpassed himself with you." I say, more to myself than Catherine. The blade of the knife glides flatly across the skin of her shoulder, a silent tear leaks from her eye. Slipping the blade beneath the strap to her nightgown, I tug it gently. The razorlike edge slices the strap like soft butter opening up the gown to reveal its hidden bounty. I grin before continuing, across her neck to the other strap. Her body shakes with silent sobs. As I slice through the other strap with the blade, I press my tongue through her quivering lips.

 

[MissVictoria]

Miss Hutchinson

"Shall we go over next weeks grocery budget while we fuck Miss H?"

She knew it was a joke, but it still smarted like a quick slap to the face. Still, she had been dealing with it for years, and merely a fraction of a second later was able to respond in kind, and even sound chipper.

"Oh yes sir. Indeed, let's kill two birds with one stone."

Bunching up her skirts, she bent over the large and sturdy table and pulled them upwards, exposing the smooth white surface of her shapely backside.

It was the only thing shapely about the whisp of a woman- she was as thin as a rail, and though her waist was small and this amplified the prominant curve of her hips, her breasts were nearly nonexistant, her neck long and thin, and her face which must have once been innocent and lovely, was now gaunt and tired. Yearning fiercely toward love can do this to a woman.

She bit her bottom lip as he stepped forward, placing his hands on her backside, spreading the flesh of her rear harshly with his thumbs and parting her folds, slipping soundly and firmly inside. Her willing warmth opened to accept him, welcomed him with an eagerness that seemed almost childish in its delight, and she smiled to herself.

He does love me! she reasoned. Else why me, now? Gladly she pressed back toward him as he began to thrust into her, grinding her hips back to meet his thrusts, trying to please him as efficiently as possible.

There is a certain way of things amongst a pack of wolves. The wolves work together, but are themselves divided into varying social castes. For example, some wolves are stronger, more dominant than others. The pack is led by the Alpha male and female, followed by the Beta, the Gamma and so on. At the end of the chain, there is the Omega wolf... and while the Omega is allowed to run from the pack he or she is sorely mistreated, often picked on and scolded with tooth and claw- this one is the last in everything. When devouring a kill, the Omega is the last to eat. When the pack goes hunting, the Omega is left home to tend to the pups.

And so it was in this household, Miss Hutchinson followed her Alpha with blind adoration, grateful for every scrap that she recieved.

Still, there was a strength in her that existed, rarely shown, and she herself knew that at any moment she might flail out, snapping her teeth. It was the bonds of love that kept her in her station, her servitude. It was her choice.

As Gerald Kent began to slam wildly against her, she made a stunted noise in the back of her throat, her fingers clawing at the freshly polished table and smudging it horribly. Through the midst of her pleasure she made a mental note that she would have to polish it again later.

 

[Honey_B]

Catherine

The flash of silver glints menace in the pale light of the single lamp, yet it is as mesmerizing as Jonathon himself. He speaks and as he does, his eyes hold mine like I cobra captivates its prey. I remain silent, making myself ever more complicit in my downfall.

“I do so love how frightened you are…”

My world focuses on that blade and on the razor edge of Jonathon’s cruelty. I respond like a wild animal in danger. Trying to breathe, the precious air seeming just out of reach, I feel my heart racing, trying to keep up with my desperation.

The knife descends and I wait for death. I am almost obscenely grateful when he merely slices through the straps of my nightdress. Such is the floodtide of relief that when he kisses me, I respond. Instead of pushing him away or remaining impassive, I draw his tongue into my mouth and moan with pleasure as he deepens the kiss.

Great Mary, Mother of God, I know not what I am becoming.